She manages to get freed, dressed, and out the door... eventually

"What's taking her so damn long?" Samantha asked aloud.

It had been well over 5 minutes since Mackenzie had left the room and Samantha wasn't exactly sure what to do about it. She had already slowly hidden away every piece of Mackenzie's planned outfit, save for her jeans. But, after glancing at her phone again, she confirmed that 10 minutes had officially elapsed. So, she hesitantly tucked the pants behind the redhead's bed too. Was this what Mackenzie wanted? For her entire outfit to be gone? Would she really play along with this and "forget" to get dressed at all when she came back? Samantha wasn't sure. It reminded her of their first month or two of dating, when she still had been much less sure of how best to facilitate her girlfriend's kink.

But then, Samantha's eyes settled on her girlfriend's packed luggage.

"Of course!" she exclaimed.

It seemed so obvious now. Mackenzie had left her alone for far longer than usual, but with far more clothes than usual too! Her girlfriend hadn't been signalling that she wanted her outfit for the day to be removed, she'd been trying to tell Samantha to remove clothes she'd packed for the trip! Feeling a little stupid, Samantha quickly got to work.

First, she pulled Mackenzie's "fallen" outfit back onto the bed, putting the clothes roughly back how they originally were. Then, she began emptying the clothes from her girlfriend's travel bag. Samantha started by taking a huge armful of clothes out and dumping them out of sight beside the bed. That left less than half the clothes remaining, but Samantha figured that seemed about right. After all, it had already been 11 minutes that Mackenzie had been gone. And, as 11 minutes stretched into 12, and 12 minutes stretched into 17, Samantha once again found herself reducing her girlfriend's clothing down to almost nothing!

As minute 18 rolled around, the blonde woman removed the very last sock from Mackenzie's travel bag, leaving it entirely empty. Well, empty of clothes at least. Samantha could feel plenty of other necessary items in other compartments of the bag. So hopefully Mackenzie wouldn't be missing anything actually important on their trip. Only her clothes.

Samantha felt satisfied she'd given her girlfriend exactly what she wanted. She made sure to zip up the now mostly empty luggage, ensuring Mackenzie would have enough plausible deniability. Though the bag's drastically different weight might still pose a potential issue. As Samantha pulled out her phone to begin updating The Document, she made a mental note to try and carry Mackenzie's luggage for her as much as possible.

A minute later, Mackenzie finally returned to the bedroom. Samantha looked up at her, immediately noticing that her girlfriend had returned fully naked. Just what had she been up to for the past quarter hour?

"What took you so long?" Samantha chuckled.

"Oh, sorry, I got a sudden call from work. Boss talked my ear off!" Mackenzie replied, clearly nervous.

As Mackenzie approached the bed, Samantha wondered exactly what her girlfriend was trying to signal now. She had ditched the panties and mentioned an important call, but only after she'd left the room? Samantha figured she'd do her best to adapt her existing procedures, though. She subtly picked up the sabotaged panties she'd been holding earlier. Now she needed to keep Mackenzie as distracted as possible.

"Oh really?" Samantha asked, standing next to Mackenzie as she pulled on a bra. "How's the new job going, by the way? You feel settled in yet?"

Mackenzie clearly stiffened at the question. With her mind focused on responding, Samantha was able to covertly drop the panties onto the bed. The redhead didn't even notice them as she nervously hooked her bra behind her back.

"Oh, y'know, I'm getting there!" Mackenzie chirped a moment later, picking up the sabotaged panties from the bed. "Though, I'm not really liking this place as much as I assumed I would."

"Oh really?" Samantha asked. "I though you were excited about this one..."

"Yeah well," Mackenzie sighed, pulling the panties up to her hips, "the job's just feeling... I don't know, not all that it was cracked up to be I guess."

Samantha knew Mackenzie was having a hard time finding a new job. At least, a new job she could happily stay at long term. And she sympathized. She couldn't even imagine how hard it was to find a business willing to turn a blind eye at some occasional nude antics by its employees. Samantha had even thought about hiring Mackenzie herself to work at the spa she managed. But that wasn't an ideal solution either, given how often Mackenzie liked to play while at work. Samantha knew that her boss side would have a hard time putting up with an employee like that every single day, even if she loved her. But maybe, just maybe, they could make it work someday...

"Hmm," Samantha said, before pulling Mackenzie in for a hug. "I know it's been tough for you these past few months, trying to find a job that's the right fit, but stick with it, yeah? You'll find the one for you. I promise."

"Thanks Sam," Mackenzie said, sounding genuinely heartfelt. "It... it means a lot to hear that from you."

The two women squeezed each other tightly. Samantha took the opportunity to expertly unhook her girlfriend's bra. She had gotten rather good at it in the past month or so, and Mackenzie looked like she needed a bit of cheering up.

"Hey, if all else fails, maybe I could get a job at your spa?" Mackenzie said, mostly joking. "It would be just like old times! Y'know, minus all the nudity."

Samantha froze for a moment. She hadn't wanted to **** the option on Mackenzie, but if she was the one proposing it. Then... Samantha sighed. No, she couldn't do it. She couldn't hire her girlfriend. She just... wasn't ready.

"Mack? Sweetie? I love you dearly. But if I had to manage you every day? I think I'd lose my marbles," Samantha joked back.

"Aw come on, am I really so hard to mana-"

Mackenzie's sentence was interrupted by her unhooked bra falling off her body completely. It simply slid off her shoulders, down her arms, and to the floor. Samantha had unhooked it, sure, but the redhead made the entire maneuver look completely natural and unintended.

"Uh..." was all Mackenzie could say as she glanced down at her own bare tits. "How did that even happen?"

Both women simultaneously burst into laughter at the absurdity of the moment.

"You proved my point beautifully, though. You're such a handful," Samantha purred. "Now get dressed already! We've got to get a move on."

Mackenzie sighed in triumph as she finally managed to free herself from the harrowing glass door ordeal. Her initial efforts to unsnag the panties one handed were unfruitful. And it had taken her the better part of 5 minutes to finally work her trapped hand free. Even with both her hands on the job, Mackenzie had simply been unable to free the side of her underwear from the treacherous grip of her door's latch. Ultimately, she'd been **** to (very awkwardly) step out of her last vestige of modesty and scooch free from the hazardous combination of rod, curtain, and chair that had pinned her on display.

After doing so, the naked beauty immediately ran out of the kitchen, finally leaving the still adoring audience in her neighbor's backyard behind. She didn't know how many landscapers had seen her during her prolonged ordeal, but Mackenzie had heard multiple different arguments about taking turns on the ladders break out while she'd struggled to free herself. So it had likely been more than a few.

Mackenzie didn't take even a moment to stop and catch her breath. She wasn't exactly how long she'd been gone, but it had undoubtedly been at least 10 minutes. Samantha was likely wondering what the hell was taking her so long. And rightfully so! Mackenzie had debated about yelling for her girlfriend's help, but had ultimately decided against it. She didn't need her beloved Sam knowing that she made a naked fool of herself again in the brief minutes she'd stepped downstairs. After all, Samantha witnessed it happen plenty often in person!

Mackenzie was no stranger to finding herself inexplicably exposed in public. Far from it, really. But, even by her skewed metrics, the past six months had felt particularly busy in terms of humiliating naked incidents. It just seemed like no matter what she did and no matter how hard she tried, Mackenzie just couldn't keep her clothes on! It embarrassed the redhead to no end, with each new exposure feeling just as humiliating as the last.

Luckily, Samantha was well aware of her... unique kind of problem. And she had been nothing but supportive in the half year that they'd been together. But even so, Mackenzie figured that a person could only suffer through a debilitating series of wardrobe malfunctions so many times before their love ones began to suspect something nefarious was afoot. Samantha promised her time and time again that she believed Mackenzie when she swore it was all just bad luck. But, the redhead figured, that could only last for so long before she started to have her doubts.

And so, Mackenzie had resolved to keep as many of her embarrassing incidents as possible secret from Samantha. For most of them, it was largely impossible to do, as they occurred when they were both together. And the two women had been spending a whole lot of their free time together recently. But when it was an incident at work, or on a rare day to herself, Mackenzie opted to not inform Samantha of exactly what had happened. She just couldn't bring herself to risk doing anything that might make Samantha even think about leaving.

That's why, when Mackenzie strode naked back up the stairs to her room and Samantha asked what had taken so long, she lied.

"Oh, sorry, I got a sudden call from work," she said, using the truth to bolster her fib. "Boss talked my ear off!"

Mackenzie quickly made her way over to her clothes she had left laid out on her bed, intent on getting dressed before Samantha noticed that she hadn't returned with the panties she'd been wearing.

"Oh really?" Samantha asked, standing next to Mackenzie as she dressed. "How's the new job going, by the way? You feel settled in yet?"

Mackenzie felt her pulse quicken a bit as she pulled on a bra. The past few months hadn't exactly been great for her career. Truth be told, she'd quit or been fired from her past five jobs in just about as many months. All as a result of her unwilling penchant for nudity. And now she was on thin ice with her newest job, when she'd only started a couple weeks prior. But she couldn't let Samantha know that! After all, every time she left a company, Mackenzie made sure to frame it as a voluntary departure due to one reason or another. She had to make sure Samantha didn't know the real reason was always her company's response to her winding up naked at work one too many times.

"Oh, y'know, I'm getting there!" she chirped, picking up the panties from the bed. "Though, I'm not really liking this place as much as I assumed I would."

"Oh really?" Samantha asked. "I though you were excited about this one..."

Mackenzie tried to play it cool as she stepped into her underwear. If what her boss said was true and one more nudity-related strike would be cause for firing her, well... she knew by now that no matter how careful she tried to be, it didn't make a difference. Sooner or later, she was going to be exposed and humiliated in the office again. So, maybe it was better to start hinting at her departure from the company now, at least for her girlfriend's sake.

"Yeah well," Mackenzie sighed, pulling the panties up to her hips, "the job's just feeling... I don't know, not all that it was cracked up to be I guess."

"Hmm," Samantha said, before pulling Mackenzie in for a hug. "I know it's been tough for you these past few months, trying to find a job that's the right fit, but stick with it, yeah? You'll find the one for you. I promise."

"Thanks Sam," Mackenzie said, feeling genuinely overwhelmed with the sudden support. "It... it means a lot to hear that from you."

The two women squeezed each other tightly for a few more moments before stepping away.

"Hey, if all else fails, maybe I could get a job at your spa?" Mackenzie said, mostly joking. "It would be just like old times! Y'know, minus all the nudity."

"Mack? Sweetie? I love you dearly. But if I had to manage you every day? I think I'd lose my marbles," Samantha joked back.

"Aw come on, am I really so hard to mana-"

Mackenzie's sentence was interrupted by her bra falling off her body completely. It simply slid free from her shoulders, down her arms, and to the floor, as if it had never even been properly secured in the first place.

"Uh..." was all Mackenzie could say as she glanced down at her own bare tits. "How did that even happen?"

Both women simultaneously burst into laughter at the absurdity of the moment.

"You proved my point beautifully, though. You're such a handful," Samantha purred. "Now get dressed already! We've got to get a move on."

Mackenzie finally finished getting herself dressed, nearly half an hour later than she'd originally intended to. After pulling her bra back on, she pulled on the jeans and top she'd laid out nearly an hour ago before she took her shower. She let out a sigh, releasing the tension she hadn't even realized she'd been holding in, and felt a level of comfort being fully dressed again.

Best to get the accidents out of the way beforehand today, she wryly thought to herself. If that's what it takes for a hassle free trip, then I'll gladly take it!

Samantha was nice enough to take Mackenzie's luggage downstairs for her as the redhead grabbed her last few belongings for the trip ahead. Mackenzie grabbed her backpack from the kitchen, opting to leave the awkward pile of chair, rod, and curtain to be dealt with when she returned. The two girlfriends began slipping their shoes on and were ready to go.