She has an embarrassing second hour

Mackenzie tugged the sweatshirt lower down her body yet again until she was comfortably sitting on it. It seemed the garment was just short enough that it slowly slid out from under Mackenzie's ass while she sat. And given that it was the only thing she was wearing other than her socks, Mackenzie had to constantly stretch it back into place in order to keep her pussy (barely) covered.

The first hour of her daunting, thirteen hour flight to Japan went fairly smoothly, all things considered. Sure, the two guys next to her kept sneaking semi-surreptitious looks at her bare legs (likely hoping for another peek at her barely hidden womanhood), but neither had been overt about it. But Mackenzie's bad luck soon returned. The redhead had been listening to an audiobook for the past half hour when the man next to her tapped her on the shoulder, asking if she wouldn't mind standing up so he could get to the aisle.

Mackenzie obliged. Or rather, she was about to, before she felt a tugging on her left arm. The left wrist of her sweatshirt had gotten snagged in the metal of the armrest! Mackenzie tried tugging it free, but the shirt wouldn't budge. The man cleared his throat, clearly implying that he wanted Mackenzie to hurry up and let him out.

"Sorry..." Mackenzie mumbled, "Just one second."

Mackenzie needed to get it free, but if she pulled any harder she'd risk ripping her only form of cover! But maybe there was another way. Mackenzie rose into a standing crouch, keeping her left arm as close to stationary as possible. Then, she shuffled her feet to her right, moving her lower half out into the aisle. She now stood in the aisle, leaning over the seat to her left.

"Go ahead..." she said, holding the awkward position. The man muttered a brief thanks as he sidled by her into the aisle and slid past Mackenzie again. As he headed for the bathroom, his hand casually brushed against Mackenzie's ass. Her bare ass. And that's when Mackenzie realized that her awkward maneuver had caused the sweatshirt to rise. Her pussy and ass were in plain view!

She stifled a loud gasp and hurriedly moved back down to her seat, face beginning to blush. How many people had just seen her? The redhead didn't want to think about it, and instead returned to trying to extricate her trapped sleeve. But her efforts were soon interrupted, as the other man wanted to get up and use the bathroom as well. With no small amount of ****, Mackenzie repeated her embarrassing maneuver. This time, though, she kept her free hand clamped well over her womanhood. And this time, the passenger's hand didn't just casually brush against her exposed rear. It felt much more like the man had caressed her ass as he swiftly moved past the half-naked woman, muttering what sounded like a quick apology.

Mackenzie returned to her seat, but was soon **** to repeat the process as the first passenger returned. She stood, baring her ass for what felt like a full minute, and sat back down. And she was **** to do so again a moment later for the second passenger. But, once she was in her embarrassing position again, the man changed course and began opening the overhead compartment. For the next near-minute, Mackenzie awkwardly stood there, unable to do anything about the curvaceous ass she had on display, while the man fumbled through his bag. Finally, he shot her a smile and returned to his seat.

Mackenzie was about to do the same, when suddenly the plane shook noticeably. She had just enough time to realize they were hitting turbulence before another violent shake threw Mackenzie roughly into the air. Her trapped sleeve was ungracefully yanked free from the armrest, with the fabric tearing in the process. And Mackenzie soared a foot backwards and crashed down on her back with her legs spread wide for all to see.

More than a few people glimpsed Mackenzie's red landing strip and the pink treasure below, before she slammed her legs shut and slid hastily back into her seat. She buckled herself back in, blushing furiously, and noticed that her left sleeve's seam had burst completely. The sweatshirt was torn all the way from the wrist to her armpit, baring her arm and leaving the sleeve just a floppy strip of fabric hanging from her shoulder.

Mackenzie tugged her sweatshirt back down under her ass and hoped the rest of her flight was going to go better than that ordeal just had.