Mackenzie and Samantha struggle with the half-open door.

Mackenzie easily recognized the voice. She squeaked and loudly clapped her hands in between her legs, half bending over. She spotted a familiar pair of shoes a few feet away under the halfway open roll-up door.

“Sam? A little help here?” Mackenzie said.

“...Oh yeah, right!” Samantha replied. Her feet turned to the side for a second then rushed over, stopping right on the other side of the half closed roll-up door.

Samantha grabbed the door and announced, “Okay, on three. One. Two. Three!”

Mackenzie stood there, hands still clamped over her exposed bottom half while Samantha shook the door up a couple inches before it rocked back down. Mackenzie turned around and looked for something she could use for cover. The room was full of tools and junk, with no rugs, curtains, or fabric in sight, let alone within reach of the confines of her ensnared towel. She grabbed the handle of a rake and tested hiding behind it. All these shovels and wrenches are no help, thought Mackenzie, why does a spa even need all this junk?

“I can’t do it alone here. Get your cute ass into action!” said Samantha, accompanying her statement with a playful spank on the rear. The sound of the slap echoed through the storage room and the parking lot alcove.

Mackenzie dropped her rake and spun back around. She muttered, “Okay, let’s do this...”

Both women grabbed hold of the door, slightly offset from each other. Samantha’s left hand held the door in front of Mackenzie’s body, and vice versa with Mackenzie’s right hand. They both squatted and heaved, needing all the power they could muster.

Mackenzie stared down at Samantha’s hand less than a couple inches from a very naughty place. The pair rocked the door up and down to no avail. Every time the girls rocked it down, Samantha’s knuckles came ever so close to brushing Mackenzie’s tuft of red hair down below. A gust of wind blew by, tickling the naked redhead’s pink folds with her squatting widespread stance. A shiver shot up her body, reminding Mackenzie that although she had cooled off, her body was still betraying her. Both women groaned in frustration and gave up.

Mackenzie returned both her hands to hovering in front of her crotch. I’ve got to calm down, down there, she thought to herself, feeling a drip trickle down her thigh. She backed up to the maximum length that her caught towel would allow. At its furthest, Mackenzie’s bust was attached at a little over arm’s length from the door.

Samantha bent at the waist and looked underneath, locking eyes with Mackenzie.

Samantha giggled, “Hello there cutie!”

She looked along the length of Mackenzie’s stretched towel, taking it all in and registering that Mackenzie was trapped. “You’re… caught in a bit of a bind, huh?” asked Samantha.

Without waiting for an answer, she started looking along the door and mumbling, “Now what’re we doing wrong here…”

“Aha!” said Samantha, making her way to the right edge of the door. She reached under and released the catch on the side of the door while triumphantly pushing the door up to the ceiling.

Samantha heard a squeak as a pair of hands clapped between Mackenzie’s legs. Unable to see above the door, she imagined the mischievous little blush Mack was probably sporting right now.

“Sam? A little help here?” Mackenzie said.

“…Oh yeah, right!” Samantha said. She turned to the man who seemed to be digging through his piles of energy drink cans and rooting around beneath his seat. We’ve got a little time for some fun… Samantha thought, I hope we time this right. Explaining this is gonna be hard.

Samantha grabbed the door and announced, “Okay, on three. One. Two. Three!”

Samantha shook the door up a couple inches before it rocked back down. Looking below the door she saw Mackenzie scrambling around facing the opposite direction. What is she doing? Samantha thought, hypnotized by her girlfriend’s round cheeks. Mackenzie grabbed a rake and hid behind it, confusing Samantha further.

“I can’t do it alone here. Get your cute ass into action!” said Samantha, accompanying her statement with a playful spank on the rear. The sound of the slap echoed through the storage room and the parking lot alcove.

Mackenzie dropped her rake and spun back around. She muttered, “Okay, let’s do this...”

Both women grabbed hold of the door, slightly offset from each other. Samantha’s left hand held the door in front of Mackenzie’s body, and vice versa with Mackenzie’s right hand. They both squatted and heaved, needing all the power they could muster.

Samantha, standing very close to the door, could see Mackenzie’s knees as they squatted and pushed up the door together. In her mind’s eye she imagined what was on the other side of the door. Samantha’s hand had to be only a couple inches from Mackenzie’s pretty pink pussy. Samantha was tempted to reach out a finger, but decided to control herself. Making no progress, both women groaned in frustration and gave up.

Samantha bent at the waist and looked underneath, locking eyes with Mackenzie.

Mackenzie stood a couple feet back from the door, with a tiny strip of fabric over her nipples attached to the door by a long thick string. Her hands hovered in front of her crotch.

Samantha giggled, “Hello there cutie!”

She looked along the length of Mackenzie’s scrap of fabric, taking it all in and registering that Mackenzie was trapped. “You’re… caught in a bit of a bind, huh?” asked Samantha.

Without waiting for an answer, Samantha started looking along the door and mumbling, “Now what’re we doing wrong here…”

“Aha!” said Samantha, making her way to the right edge of the door. It had two catches, the side one kept it closed at least halfway while the upper one kept it open. She reached under and released the catch on the side of the door while triumphantly pushing the door up to the ceiling.