Samantha helps Mackenzie get cleaned up

"I..." Mackenzie initially began, automatically ready to decline the offered help. But then, she thought better of it and said, "Sure, that would be great, Samantha."

"You got it," the sandy blonde replied as she led Mackenzie over to the shower.

Mackenzie carefully stepped in and let herself stand under the shower's stream. The hot flowing water flowed down her face, ever so slowly beginning to carry away some of the honey. It felt nice. A moment later, Samantha stepped into the shower behind her, handing Mackenzie a washcloth.

"And, um, please, call me Sam," she said, beginning to wipe some of the honey off Mackenzie's shoulders with a washcloth of her own. "All my friends do. And if this kind of thing doesn't make us friends then I don't know what the hell will!"

Mackenzie laughed at that, finding no fault in her new friend's logic.

"Sam," she said, trying the nickname on for size as she wiped more honey off her face. It felt right. She let the silence stretch out for a few moments, simply focusing on the feeling of Sam's washcloth running along her shoulder.

"Some of my friends call me Mack," she eventually blurted out.

Her comment might have mostly been the **** talking. In truth, pretty much none of the friends Mackenzie had made after graduating college called her anything but "Mackenzie." But some old college friends did refer to her as "Mack" sometimes. And she'd felt like reciprocating Sam's gesture.

"Ha, Mack!" Sam chuckled, seeming to get a kick out of the name. "Sounds like the name of an old plumber guy or something."

"Hey!" Mackenzie retorted, though there was a playful tone in her voice.

She turned around to face Sam, letting the water begin cascading down her sticky hair. Mackenzie felt a brief moment of surprise when she realized just how close she was to the other woman.

"Now, now," Sam said, keeping her tone playful as well, "I never said I didn't like it! Mack, huh?"

Mackenzie felt an odd tingle run through her spine when her new friend called her that. She thought she liked it.

Without ever pulling the washcloth away from Mackenzie's neck, Sam grabbed a bottle of shampoo with her other hand. She gave it to the sticky redhead.

"Here, you start working on your hair. That'll take the longest. I can keep wiping down your shoulders and chest for you."

"Right, th-thanks," Mackenzie said.

She squirted a large glob of the shampoo into her hands and began lathering up the top of her head. Sam, meanwhile, finished wiping away honey on Mackenzie's shoulders and collarbones. She then slid her hands down to begin wiping the redhead's impressive chest.

Mackenzie had to admit, Sam's gentle yet firm touch felt rather nice as her cloth covered fingers traced their way down her breasts. Her new friend might have been the manager of the spa, but she clearly had spent time working directly with customers before. Mackenzie found that she actually had to stifle a bit of a breathy exhale as Sam wiped the sticky substance off the bottom of her boob.

"Sooo... Mack," Sam said in a low voice, still emphasizing the nickname. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Uh, yeah sure," she said, a bit snapped out of appreciating Sam's touch.

Sam wasn't quite sure how to broach her next subject. She wanted to get a more definitive answer on Mackenzie's feelings towards nudity. After all, Sam knew three things for certain:

• A.) Mackenzie felt comfortable remaining nude while in her apartment, and had turned down clothing offers multiple times.
• (Note: False. Mackenzie had only "turned down" Sam's clothing offers due to misunderstandings. She did not, in fact, feel fully comfortable remaining nude while in Sam's apartment.)
• B.) Mackenzie felt uncomfortable remaining nude in public for long periods of time and being seen by many people.
• (Note: True.)
• C.) Mackenzie had felt at least partially comfortable being nude in public for short periods of time, like picking up the pizza and possibly approaching the spa's front desk to report her things stolen.
• (Note: False. Mackenzie had done each of these two acts out of desperation, and very much did not enjoy them.)

At the end of the day, for the question of "Does Mackenzie enjoy being nude in front of others?" Sam had three answers. Yes, No, and Maybe. She needed more information if she was going to figure out just what made this woman tick. While Sam crafted an appropriate yet not overly prying question, there was a pause in the conversation. This pause was long enough that Mackenzie wasn't sure if Sam was actually going to follow up with a question. But eventually, she did.

"What was it like? Sitting in the spa lobby in front of all those people, completely naked?"

Mackenzie was a bit surprised by that. Her humiliating day at the spa had, surprisingly, not been on her mind too much that evening! And that was mostly thanks to Sam. But, thinking back on it, the day had truly been a nightmarish one for her.

"Uh, well," she said, trying to think of how to describe it. "Embarrassing, humiliating, mortifying. So, y'know, exactly what you might expect!"

Sam giggled at that, and Mackenzie couldn't help but do the same. The redhead didn't even notice that Sam continued wiping and touching her breasts, despite having finished removing all traces of the honey.

"Go on," she said.

"Well, uh, I was already naked when my stuff got misplaced, since I'd gotten the VIP treatment," Mackenzie continued, "so I'd already been pretty embarrassed all morning. But being naked in front of strangers felt a hell of a lot different from being naked in front of the spa employees! It felt like all of them were just staring right at me and there was nothing I could do!"

"You poor thing," Sam murmured, still wiping down Mackenzie's breasts.

She didn't even register what Mackenzie had said about a "VIP treatment," so she had no way of even knowing about Mackenzie's earlier misunderstanding about required nudity for the spa treatments. But Sam did catch the fact that Mackenzie had admitted to being naked all morning for her spa treatments, in front of multiple different employees. And, judging by her wording, she hadn't minded that too much. It had only been when she was stuck out in the crowded lobby that she'd felt uncomfortable. The pieces were beginning to fit together in Sam's mind.

"It's funny," the redhead said, "when the receptionist said I'd have to wait naked in the lobby for five minutes, I remember thinking it sounded like an eternity. But I actually ended up sitting out there for, like, five hours!"

"Five HOURS?!" Sam practically shouted in astonishment. "You sat out there naked for five whole hours?"

"Um, maybe six?" Mackenzie sheepishly replied. "But, yeah..."

"I had no idea it was that long! Oh, poor Mack..."

Sam's hands slid behind Mackenzie's back and pulled her in for a hug. The naked woman felt her breasts (no longer sticky, but still quite wet) press into the rapidly soaking fabric of Sam's shirt. But Mackenzie found herself almost immediately hugging Sam back. It felt nice. Both the hug and the sympathy.

"If only I'd known you were out there..." she cooed. "I would have scooped you up and carried you back to my office!"

The women both giggled together again. Then, they pulled back slightly from the hug.

"It's alright, you had no way of knowing!" Mackenzie said.

Her eyes were suddenly drawn downward to Sam's chest. Her white t-shirt was now mostly transparent, and Mackenzie was getting her first up close and personal look at her friend's breasts. They were a bit smaller than her own, but not by much, and Sam's nipples seemed to be poking through the thin material quite a bit. Mackenzie **** her eyes back up towards Sam's face.

"I know it was a busty day-BUSY! Busy day! A busy day for you guys!" Mackenzie said, stumbling over her own words.

At this, Sam glanced down at her own chest and noticed how visible her boobs were through her shirt. She blushed slightly but simply gave a bashful shrug. Then, much to Mackenzie's surprise, she began peeling the shirt off.

"True, it was a nightmare of a workday behind the scenes," she said, now topless. "But what you went through sounds like it was a hell of a lot worse! And if you were brave enough to be naked in front of a hundred or so strangers, I guess I'm brave enough to be topless in front of a friend."

Sam moved closer to Mackenzie again, pressing their bodies together. This left Mackenzie stunned and completely unsure what to even say! Sam's arm was wrapped around her waist, and her other hand placed gently on her cheek. Mackenzie, likewise, had her arms wrapped around Sam's now bare back. Their faces were mere inches away, and Mackenzie belatedly realized that the friendly intimacy from when they'd entered the shower now felt a whole lot like a different kind of intimacy.

"Brave? You think I'm brave?" was all the redhead's mind was able to latch onto as she stared deeply into Sam's blue eyes. Over the long day she'd been stuck naked in front of so many people, she'd been called quite a few things. But brave certainly hadn't been one of them!

"Mhm, that was brave to stick it out like that," Sam quietly said. Then, she teased with a smirk, "But maaaybe a little stupid. I mean, you could have tried a little harder asking for help!"

"Hey! I did try asking for help!" Mackenzie pouted, but her tone was still lighthearted.

"As I recall it," Sam teased, letting her hand slide slightly downward towards Mackenzie's ass, "You asked the receptionist for a status update once. And then accepted that you had **** but to spend the next six hours quietly sitting around in the buff. Anyone else would have been kicking up a fuss! Hell, most people would never have put up with that at all!"

"Well... I..." Mackenzie faltered, genuinely unsure how to refute Sam's point.

As it turned out, she didn't need to. A moment later, Sam gave her ass cheek a good squeeze, eliciting a yelp from Mackenzie and thoroughly distracting her from any thoughts going through her head.

"But yeah. Pretty brave of you, Mack," Sam concluded.

Then, she leaned forward and kissed Mackenzie. The naked redhead immediately kissed her back.

As the two of them locked lips, Sam was now fairly confident she understood Mackenzie's feelings about nudity:

• A.) Mackenzie enjoyed being naked in controlled environments, with just a few people, or even preferably only one person.
• (Note: False.)
• B.) Mackenzie didn't enjoy being naked in front of crowds, or in situations where she had no control.
• (Note: True.)
• C.) Mackenzie possibly looked for opportunities to justifiably "lose" her clothes. Sam wasn't as confident about this final point, but it would explain how Mackenzie's clothes had been "stolen" at the spa and why she had "accidentally" stained the borrowed nightgown.
• (Note: False.)

All in all, not too bad in Sam's eyes. She'd dated women with far weirder kinks before, and this one seemed perfectly harmless. She had no experience working with this specific kind of kink before, but it certainly seemed like she could pretty quickly learn how to help Mackenzie enjoy herself. And besides, she liked the kind of gal who she could tease and get all flustered whenever she wanted. And Mackenzie seemed to be nearly perfect in that respect. (Not to mention being drop dead gorgeous!)

As for Sam's earlier question about whether or not Mackenzie was sending her signals, it was now entirely irrelevant. Whether she'd meant to or not, she had wildly succeeded.