She finds she has lost her towel!

(chapter originally by halofan6743 at writing.com)

Mackenzie wriggles in panic, and futilely whips her head in every direction as if looking for something as she comes to realize that she no longer feels the towel in her grip or on her bare skin. Reflexively she wants to throw her arms over her ample features as if hiding her nipples and red landing strip somehow made her less naked than she was, but here its difficult to get the elbow room to reach up and scratch the itch on to tip of her nose let alone position her arms over her already broad bosoms that in their current position are lifted and squished against another person(she is really hoping they don't notice her hard frost detectors burrowing into their back).

And so here mackenzie was stuck completely butt naked in the middle of a crowd with her breasts jiggling out of control as she shivered and her arms pinned by the throng that could notice the bare nubile red knockout in their midst at any moment. The suspense alone was positively nerve wracking and matched only by the dread that there doesn't seem to be a way out of this without suffering crippling embarrassment.

In this helpless and **** state Mackenzie eventually stops wriggling and looks up to find...