The Towel

(Part 1 to a multi-section story)

“Rose honey! Can you hurry up? Your sister needs to use the bathroom!” Someone yelled from across the house.

Rose rolled her eyes. “Almost done mom!” She said yelled back. She wrung her hair out one last time to try and get the water out of it, then looked under the sink to search for a towel.

Rose felt around under the sink, and felt her hand wrap around a piece of fabric. “Aha!” She said, pulling the towel out from under the sink. A look at the towel told her this one was... smaller. She concluded one of the boys’ towels had been misplaced. Rose reached her hand back under the sink, only to find no more towels. “Shit!” She cursed under her breath. “Well, I can always put my old clothes back on, but then my shower will be pointless since I just spent the whole day in the yard. I’ll just wear the muck right back on!” Rose thought, now realizing the towel in her lap may be her only logical solace.

She tried wrapping it around herself like she normally did with her towels, right above where the cleavage between her breasts began. However, a few problems immediately emerged. Her bare ass was halfway on display, and the bottom tips of her womanhood could be seen from the right distance. Rose quickly tried shuffling the towel to where her towel normally ended at, her lower thighs. She discovered that this motion set her large assets completely free and bare to the wind. “There’s no way I can wear this! I’ll basically be naked!” Rose thought despairingly. She looked to the pile of dirtied clothes on the floor, and picked up her shirt. A quick sniff confirmed they were just as disgusting as she had expected, so she quickly dropped them to the floor.

A knock at the door interrupted Rose’s thoughts. “Get out! I’ve got to get ready so I can go bowling with Chelsea!” Rose’s sister wined. Rose knew her time was short.

She picked the towel up again, and tried for a midway approach. Halfway up the thighs, and halfway down her breasts. The towel barely held at the top, but with a hand in place it would hold just fine. The bottom of the towel came within an inch of the bottom of her bare ass cheeks, and there was a small gap in the towel where her hips were. Towards the top, a hand held the two ends of the towel firmly together just a few inches above where her nipples were, exposing a generous amount of cleavage. Rose looked at herself in the mirror, and braced herself to exit.