Mackenzie takes the short path along the busy street.

Mackenzie took a look at the shorter path along the busier street. There were a few trees, and the occasional trash can. They weren't much, but they were big enough to block the view of her. She simply had to be quick and make her move back to the alley.

At least it sounded simple, as a car drove by. And another. And another.

The quick path to the alley was also a couple of turns away from a main road. Aside from a couple of voyeurs, her mishaps were currently unknown to the neighborhood, and she wanted to keep it that way.

She took a few steps towards a blue metal mailbox on the corner, looking cautious. The red head could feel her heart thumping as she crouched down behind it. A breeze ran by, reminding her of her lack of coverage, as she looked toward a tree she needed to get to.

As Mackenzie was about to sprint to the tree, she hid back behind it again. A car had rolled up for the stop sign.

Mackenzie closed her eyes tight, hearing the rumble of the engine. Currently it was to her left, and then it moved to her right. Then a little further, and then stopped. Mackenzie opened her eyes, and saw a car in the driveway of the house she was just at!

Throwing caution to the wind, Mackenzie got up and ran for the next tree, not caring who had just gotten home. The red head reached the tree and stopped, and panted for a moment. She had just narrowly dodged another car coming to the intersection, this one booming loud music.

Mackenzie's back was to the tree, facing away from the street. There she could see a window, and a reflection of herself. Aside from a mess of whipped cream and cherry filling, there was nothing covering her. But that's when she got an idea.

The mess on her face made it harder to recognize her. Her identity was concealed by the messy mask. And with some careful placement, it may be able to do more than just that.

Mackenzie swiped some of the desert off of her face, and wiped it on one of her breasts. The cool feeling made her shudder, as her nipples were still very hard and sensitive. There was only enough whipped cream to cover her nipples for the time being. Her currently moist crotch would have to simple rely on her hands.

Once the more noisy car had rolled into the distance, Mackenzie made her move and sprinted to the next tree. She got lucky with a small break in traffic, and pushed herself once more running back to the alley.

She ran as fast as she could, her round bottom and breasts bouncing freely. Now she was about halfway back to her home. Mackenzie wasn't sure what she was going to do when she got there, she couldn't even get back into her back yard from the alley. But at the very least it was more secluded than the sidewalk.