No, Mackenzie is in for so much more...

After the two strangers crashed to the floor of the dressing room, Mackenzie found herself now lying atop her mysterious savior. He'd taken the rougher side of the fall, cushioning most of the blow for her, but she still felt a bit dazed. The dress was still trapping her arms above her head, but it had finally risen somewhat in the fall. Rather than being stuck around her chest, it was now stuck around her shoulders. The only other piece of clothing on her body was the open bra that was doing nothing to contain her chest.

Mackenzie's face still burned. She felt more than a little ridiculous, laying atop the stranger. Her breasts were now resting below the man's chin, at least. But that placed his own warm breaths right around the top of Mackenzie's chest. Her womanhood was now resting directly atop his waist. Every inch of her bare skin could feel the fabric of his own clothed body beneath hers. And she was still breathing quite heavily, her heart pounding in her ears and the arousal still coursing through her. She cleared her throat.

"A-are you alright?" Mackenzie asked the man, her voice coming out quite shaky. She rolled off of him. Or rather, she tried to roll off of him. Her lower half rolled to the left with no issue, bumping into the open dressing room door with her ass. But her torso was immediately yanked back into position by the bra still around her shoulders.

"Mmmf," Mackenzie winced as her torso was shoved back into the employee's. Her nipples brushed uncomfortably against the man's beard again.

The redhead tried raising her torso from the man's but the pressure from her shoulders and behind her back told her the bad news all too clearly. In the commotion of the fall, her bra had gotten stuck on the man's shirt somehow. Probably part of the clasp getting snagged in one of the button holes on his shirt.

A sudden resounding BANG! echoed through the small space as the door hit the wall, set in motion by Mackenzie a moment prior.

"Hey are-" was all she managed to say before Mackenzie felt a large, flat surface smack her squarely on the ass. "AGH!" she cried in discomfort as the door swung back and hit her with a surprising amount of ****.

Her lower body went sprawling back onto the employee's. Mackenzie felt her pussy brush against the stiff fabric of the top of his jeans again. She winced in yet another layer of embarrassment as she tried to take stock of her situation. The dress trapping her arms up around her head also obscured her vision, making the scenario even more difficult to escape.

"Ow..." she whined. "Hey, are you alright?" she asked the man below her. He still hadn't yet moved or said anything since their fall. She hoped he wasn't hurt!

Mackenzie tried to swing her hips off the man again, but bumped into the dressing room door again in the process. She also tried tugging her torso free from his, but was met with no success.

BANG! The door smacked into the wall again. And a moment later it smacked into Mackenzie's butt.

"AGH!" she cried out as her lower body was knocked back on top of the man's hips again. Her womanhood once again brushed against the top of the man's jeans. She was certain that she was now wet enough that she was getting some on his clothes, which only made her embarrassment burn even more fiercely. Mackenzie literally could not believe that she'd wound up in such a ridiculous predicament. Being stripped nude and stuck on top of a stranger was bad enough, but by now she was undeniably quite turned on as well...

"U-UM!" she loudly shouted, still feeling worried that the man hadn't said anything yet. She could feel his breath on her, so she knew he was breathing, but still... "Are you okay...?"

That was the moment Mackenzie realized that she didn't even know this man's name. The same man who'd not only seen her naked, but had by now gotten to know her naked body up close and personally. The humiliation only continued to mount in her brain.

Mackenzie tried again to get herself free from the seemingly **** man. But yanking with her torso didn't achieve more than sending her breasts freshly brushing against the man's beard. She tried swinging her hips off of his stomach more slowly, but her ass still softly bumped into the door in the tight confines of the tiny dressing room. One telltale BANG! later, the door reconnected with her ass at a much higher speed than she'd imparted onto it.

"YeOW!" she shouted that time, her lower half colliding roughly with the man's jeans yet again. Her hips bucked and her pussy twitched as it pressed against his crotch, **** for the pressure to go deeper. This time, however, the man finally began stirring beneath her.

"Whuh? Huh?!" he suddenly cried. His face was still more or less buried underneath Mackenzie's neck and shoulders, and his sudden increase in his heavy breathing around her upper chest sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through her. "The hell's going on?! Get off!"

The man began squirming, trying to get himself out from under Mackenzie's bare body. His flailing hands tried to push Mackenzie's weight off of him. One had found its way to her chin, and the other to her chest, both blindly trying to find some purchase. He was clearly still quite disoriented, and probably couldn't see much beneath the busty redhead.

"H-help..." Mackenzie said, her voice came out shaky and haggard. "I-I'm stuUHHHMMMF!"

Her sudden exclamation was because the fingers on her breast had suddenly started gripping her left nipple quite forcefully. Lightning shot through Mackenzie's body, causing her to press her pussy even more fiercely against the trapped man. And it only got worse when the man began trying to shove Mackenzie's breast up and away from himself, effectively tweaking her nipple quite forcefully in the process.

This time there was no stopping the loud moan that Mackenzie let out

"AAHHHHHN!" she cried, hearing it echo throughout the dressing rooms. Her arousal was now ramping up to dangerous levels. If she didn't find a way out of this quickly...

Mackenzie tried to pull her hips away from the man again, but the door almost immediately collided with her ass again, sending her pelvis crashing back into his with another muffled moan from the trapped redhead.

"Can't... can't see!" the man shouted, still sounding very out of sorts. He once again tried to shove Mackenzie's torso off of him, but the bra stuck to the button-hole of his polo shirt kept them bound together tightly. Instead, Mackenzie was simply treated to another rough nipple tweak instead. She let out another full volume moan of pleasure as the feeling coursed through her, bucking her hips against the stranger yet again.

Mackenzie felt so embarrassed, so utterly humiliated! Here she was, essentially trapped naked on top of a stranger, and she was horny enough that she was starting to lose control. Between being both bound and blinded by the dress, the hot breath on her neck, the man's intermittent fingers on her nipples, the surprisingly forceful smacks on the ass, and the mounting pressure in her folds, Mackenzie knew she was getting dangerously close to cumming. And that only made the humiliation worse.

How had no one come to help the two of them yet?! Surely someone in the store must have heard them by now!

"Where am I?" the man said, sounding closer to being fully conscious, but still not quite there

"St... stop..." Mackenzie weakly muttered as the man's hands fell away from her sore breasts. "My b... bra is..."

But Mackenzie was cut off by the man's hands finding her ass. With one cheek in each hand, he gave them a firm grip. Mackenzie moaned again, feeling the warmth swelling within her. Then, using the grip on her ass, the man shoved the redhead's hips off of himself.

"GET! OFF!" he cried.

Mackenzie's rear collided with the door, which gave its loudest BANG! against the wall yet before flying back and delivering its fiercest spank of the day squarely on Mackenzie's ass. She gasped in a mix of surprise, pleasure, and pain as her hips hurtled back towards the man's. This time, though, when Mackenzie's pussy collided with the employee's body yet again, two of his fingers slid perfectly into her slippery folds.

The orgasm came crashing over Mackenzie almost instantly. She let out her loudest moan of the day as she vigorously thrust her hips against the man's body, over and over, letting the euphoria wash over her. After what felt like a miniature eternity, the wave finally receded. Mackenzie was left lying there, sweaty and panting atop the employee, arms still trapped above her head by the nefarious dress.

As she lay there, breathing heavily, the rest of the world seemed dulled and out of focus. Mackenzie was dimly aware that she was hearing the voices of other people, but couldn't tell what they were saying. At one point, the dress was finally pulled free from her head and shoulders, and Mackenzie was surprised to find herself staring down at Bri! Or rather, up at Bri. Mackenzie found herself lying with her back on the floor, rather than atop a stranger, and she had no idea when she'd been moved! Bri was saying something to her, but Mackenzie was still dazed enough that she couldn't tell what it was.

A moment later, Bri reached down and grabbed Mackenzie's hands. It took the redhead a few long moments to get it together enough to realize that Bri was trying to help her stand up. It took an even longer few moments for Mackenzie to get her shaky limbs to function well enough to manage the task. But manage it she eventually did. Mackenzie stood there on her own two shaky legs. Bri suddenly shoved something into her arms, and Mackenzie's mind was working well enough to actually hear what she said that time.

"Put it on, quick!" her friend said.

Mackenzie glanced down at the soft object in her hands. It was the white dress from earlier, she gradually realized. The one Bri had gone to purchase for her while she'd been trying on the nefarious dress that had given her so much trouble. And inadvertently so much pleasure... The redhead's mind started drifting off again to the bizarre sexual encounter she'd just experienced, still riding the high of the afterglow. It felt surreal, almost like a dream.

"Mackenzie, We need to get the heck out of-" Bri insistently began, before shouting, "OH MY GOD WHY HAVEN'T YOU PUT THAT ON YET?!"

Mackenzie, coming more and more out of her blissful stupor by the moment, realized that she was standing in the middle of the dressing room area, surrounded by a dozen people. And she was naked. Or more accurately, still naked, and simply holding the minidress Bri had given to her a moment ago. Or had it been a few moments ago? As her sense of time came back to her, Mackenzie couldn't help but wonder how long she'd been standing there in the nude, clutching the ball of fabric uselessly to her stomach, looking like a fool. She had the distinct feeling that it was more than just a few moments.

The embarrassment she'd been blissfully numbed to those past few minutes all began flooding back into Mackenzie. She quickly began unfolding the dress, trying to find which side was its top. But, before she could even try to begin putting it on, the redhead felt Bri's hand close around her wrist.

"No time!" she yelled, yanking Mackenzie along as she pushed through the crowd.

"Bri, wait I-" Mackenzie began protesting. But she was cut off by an extremely angry sounding woman from somewhere in the crowd behind her.

"YOU GET BACK HERE!" the woman called. "SECURITY WILL BE HERE ANY SECOND!"

Mackenzie immediately reassessed and agreed with Bri's course of action. They needed to get the hell out of that store ASAP. Clutching the dress in front of her bare body as best she could with one hand, Mackenzie sprinted to keep up with Bri.