Mackenzie spills wine on the nightgown and a misunderstanding ensues

As the night passed by, Mackenzie found herself getting more and more comfortable around Samantha. The two were really beginning to hit it off. So it was a shame when Mackenzie, laughing a bit too hard at one of Samantha's jokes, accidentally spilled some of her wine on the nightgown. The dark red liquid splashed along her left breast, already beginning to soak into the garment.

"Oh no!" Mackenzie cried, jumping to her feet. "I'm so sorry! Let me get it out!" With that, Mackenzie rushed over to the nearby kitchen and turned on the faucet. She leaned forward and began splashing cold water onto the new stain. But, because of how the garment clung tightly to her chest, Mackenzie couldn't get the stained fabric under the flow of water. Somewhere between the two glasses of wine, the safety of being out of the public eye, and the thought of ruining the beautiful nightgown of someone who had been so nice to her, Mackenzie's brain came to a somewhat illogical conclusion. Getting that stain out was more important than her modesty in that moment. So, the redhead whipped the garment up and off her body, leaving herself naked once again, and got to work rinsing the wine out as best she could.

Samantha entered the kitchen, only to find Mackenzie standing there stark naked. Her mind froze as she gazed at the enticing nude for on display. She'd seen the redhead naked earlier at the spa, but not like this! This time, she saw it all. Mackenzie's full round breasts that jiggled softly as she moved the nightgown back and forth. The pretty pink nipples poking out into the cool air of the kitchen. Mackenzie's slender waist and the curves of her hips. The neatly trimmed red landing strip leading down to her picturesque womanhood. Even glimpses of the beautifully round ass when Mackenzie turned to face the sink more directly. It was quite the sight.

Finally, Samantha regained her composure enough to say what she'd been coming over to say. "Mackenzie, it's alright. Really, don't worry about the nightgown."

Mackenzie jumped slightly as she realized Samantha had joined her. She blushed more deeply but didn't bother trying to cover herself, given how much Samantha had seen of her already. "Are you sure?" Mackenzie asked, stopping her vigorous scrubbing.

"Completely," she said, taking the nightgown out of Mackenzie's hands. "It might come out more in the wash, but even if it doesn't I barely ever wore the thing anyway."

"Okay..." Mackenzie sheepishly said, suddenly very self-conscious of the fact that she was standing in this woman's kitchen completely naked. And the fact that she hadn't tried to cover up before made her feel like doing it now would only make things even more awkward. A few silent moments passed as the two women stared at each other.

Finally, Samantha broke the silence. "I'll just, um, go throw this in the laundry. Why don't you go find something else to wear?"

"Oh! Right. Yes. That sounds good," Mackenzie stuttered, heading for the bedroom again.

"Grab anything you want from the top right drawer!" Samantha reiterated as she momentarily ducked into the bathroom.

Mackenzie opened the drawer, only to remember upon seeing it that it was now empty. "Uh, the top right drawer?"

"Yeah just wear whatever's in there!" Samantha called from the living room, unaware that the drawer was empty.

But, there's nothing in this drawer... That sent a chill up Mackenzie's spine. Is Samantha... asking me to wear NOTHING?! It can't be...

"M-maybe I can wear something else instead..." Mackenzie called.

"I just think you'll be comfiest if you wear what's in that drawer, don't you?"

I would definitely be comfier in some clothes! Mackenzie thought. But Samantha has been so nice to me all evening. Would it really be so bad to stay naked just a little longer?

"Are you sure?" Mackenzie asked one final time.

"Of course! Come on back out already," Samantha giggled.