Time to get down to business opening the crate.

Mackenzie got up on her tippy toes and moved her vantage point a bit. She determined that the truck cab seemed empty. She began to inch her way forward into the warm sunlight, but darted back into the relative safety of the storage room when a particularly loud car drove by in the distance.

She slapped her forehead. How could I forget? thought Mackenzie.

She approached the corner of the storage room that contained her forgotten item. Mackenzie took stock of the heap of various tools in the corner. “I can’t get into the crate without these,” she matter-of-factly mumbled.

Visible on top sat a set of wrenches, a couple drills, various shovels and rakes and saws, two hammers, a small ladder, a tape measure, and a pair of pliers.

“Which one am I gonna need...”

Wanting to only take one trip, she considered her options carefully. Assessing the crate from afar, it looked sturdy, wooden, and almost as tall as her. Picking things up one at a time, Mackenzie decided to bring the ladder and a hammer. Getting access to the top of the crate would be hard without the ladder, and a hammer should be able to pry any nails.

So, for the second time, the completely naked Mackenzie inched her way forward into the warm sunlight, her tiny forgotten towel left abandoned on a box in her wake.

She wanted to go quicker this time, believing it better to rip the band-aid off. Her heavy load had other ideas. Lugging the ladder along was awkward to say the least. Adding a hammer held in half of one hand, Mackenzie stumbled her way forward at a snail’s pace. Ladder held horizontally just below her waist, her breasts wobbled with her encumbered march. Red hair peeked over the ladder. Easily visible through the trimmed bush, the sunlight glistened on her pink lips.

The spa windows to her right made her nervous, but they all seemed to have their curtains closed for privacy. Mackenzie thanked her lucky stars that all she needed to worry about was the cars on the road up ahead. She got a feeling that she must be forgetting something, her thoughts lingered on the abandoned truck, but continued on with her journey.

Arriving at her destination, she dropped the hammer away from her bare toes and propped the ladder up. She cowered behind the crate for a moment as traffic stopped nearby with a red light down the road at the intersection.

Spotting her chance with a green light and sparse cars a few moments later, Mackenzie retrieved her hammer and climbed the ladder.

Mackenzie groaned at her mistake, realizing she should have set the ladder up behind the crate. It sat on the right, open to the road and windows. The naked redhead felt relieved that at least the last few feet of the spa building blocked her from view on the right side. The wraparound parking lot design was pretty desolate in this back alcove.

Her lower half only partially obscured by the ladder, Mackenzie’s torso shot out above the top step like an alert Meerkat trying to spot predators. Her eyes mimicked a worried critter’s as she scanned her surroundings looking for any spectators.

Feeling paranoid that someone was watching her, but not spotting anyone, Mackenzie leaned over and began extracting nails from the top of the crate.

It was hard and slow work as Mackenzie fought with the small pieces of metal. Every red light, traffic would pileup and the nude redhead would crouch below the top of the ladder, using the rungs as sub-optimal but highly precious cover for her exposed form. Every green light, when the cars were speeding by in smaller number, she’d reach out, leaning over the crate and grappling with the nails. She struggled especially hard when prying the boards apart, a hammer not really being the best tool for the job. Her breasts hung below her outstretched torso. They were topped with two hard pink nubs, still not fully calmed down from before.

Before long, Mackenzie wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead and descended the ladder. She repeated this process of pulling nails and hiding on the close and left sides of the crate, saving the far side for last.

For her efforts, with the hot sun beating down on her, she worked up quite a sweat. Perspiration tickled its way down her body and onto the asphalt.

“Phew” Mackenzie said, before thinking: I need to cool off before finishing. She looked around, spotting a spigot and hose near the bushes. She imagined the refreshing water as she looked down at her glistening bare body. The neurons in her head sparked something. “My towel!” shrieked Mackenzie, bending over behind the crate. I can’t believe I forgot my towel! she thought.

Mackenzie looked longingly down the stretch of asphalt at where the discarded flimsy covering sat. She looked longingly the other way at the source of nice cold refreshing water. Mackenzie debated internally for several seconds, ping ponging her yearning gaze as one side or the other made a good point.

Her overheated state won out over her modesty. My towel will just get soaked with sweat anyways, thought Mackenzie, imagining her tiny cover plastered to her sticky body.

Mackenzie waited for a break in the traffic and dashed towards the bushes. Triumphantly scooping up her target, she twisted the handle and awaited her refreshment. Anticipation rose as the water took a few seconds to work its way through the tube.

Putting a hand in front, Mackenzie felt the nearly boiling hot water blast out the end of the hose. Crouched behind a small waist-high bush next to a sidewalk with a semi-busy road a mere few feet away, the hot (in two ways) naked redhead awaited her imminent refreshment.

She looked to her side, spotting a walk symbol at the nearby intersection. A whole wave of pedestrians were strolling her way, only a few seconds away from basically stampeding over the bare Mackenzie.

Cringing at her new time crunch, Mackenzie felt the water turn cold. She blasted it all over, drenching herself from head to toe. Her red hair stuck to her face. Turning the handle to off, she scrambled away as the crowd noticed her. Ignoring a few heckles, the wet redhead hightailed it over to the crate, grasping onto the edge for dear life and hiding on the building side.

Wiping the hair from her face with one hand, the whole world felt like it was tipping. No, it was just the crate that she had one hand on. The crate creaked and shifted forward toward crushing the nude and soaked Mackenzie. She dodged away, not wanting to be crushed. She valued her life over her modesty, but only barely.

Mackenzie stood in the middle of the clearing, in plain view of the crowd. The front panel of the crate flopped onto the ground with a crash, revealing her goal of the boxes she was meant to be delivering. The rest of the crate remained in place. Any members of the crowd that didn’t notice her before certainly did now with the loud noise.

Mackenzie screeched and ran back to the storage room, her hands slapped over her round ass. She lamented her bad decision-making. “Why didn’t I just open the front of the stupid boooooox!” she moaned.

Snatching her towel off the box it rested on, she spotted a crowbar leaning against the box. She groaned at the sight, and crouched behind the truck cab, finally getting her measly cover in place.

Samantha Lane, back on hold with Rosy Cheeks Beauty Products, let her mind wander again to what her girlfriend Mackenzie, clad in only a small towel that didn’t even cover half of her lower half, could be up to.

Several minutes of daydreaming later and Sam was no closer to getting this delivery situation rectified. She’d worked herself up a little with her wandering mind, and needed some fresh air. Moving towards the window, she pulled open the curtains and reached towards the window lock. She stopped in her tracks as she saw the scene before her.

Mackenzie, half crouched with her sexy ass pointed toward the window, was halfway up a ladder next to a crate. She was fully nude and scanned her head side to side with worry. She had a small hammer in one hand, and leaned over the crate to begin meticulously removing nails from the top. Her breasts swung below her bent over torso, Sam’s eyes locked on her girlfriend’s body as she worked.

Sam pulled the curtains closed, leaving herself enough room to look out, not wanting to be spotted and interrupt her girlfriend’s adventure. I knew she’d lose the towel! Finally I get to see her in the wild, Sam thought while smirking, let’s see how she reacts on her own when she thinks no one’s watching.

Sam watched the naked redhead slowly work her way around the crate. She noted that those crates are usually very easy to open. I included that in the Kelsey text I think, she thought, checking her texts for the instructions she sent the receptionist. Finding it to be true, it should’ve been clear to Mackenzie that opening it simply took prying the front ever so slightly. “Wow, Mack reeaally will use any excuse to show off.” said Sam, continuing to watch the scene play out. She made a mental note that unless given explicit instructions, Mack will use any loophole for the benefit of her little game.

Sam sat mesmerized, watching her hot girlfriend’s boobs knock themselves around as she leaned over the box. Sam noted that her nipples looked quite pointy even though it’s so warm out. Mack’s sweaty skin shone in the light as she descended the ladder a third time.

The sandy blonde blushed, starting to feel guilty, like she’s watching something she shouldn’t. Just as Samantha almost pulled herself away from the window, she saw Mackenzie bolt towards the road, hiding behind a bush. Sam’s guilt faded as Mackenzie reminded her that she wanted to be watched. Why else would she run all the way out there? thought Sam, recognizing that the red-hot redhead planned to cool herself off with the hose. Sam recalled a hose in the back corner of the parking lot alcove.

Sam momentarily tore her eyes away from her girlfriend running water over her hand. She looked toward where the building’s hose should be but her view was blocked by a large truck. Along the length of the truck trailer, a blushing woman in a bathing suit with a dog pulling the suit bottom away from her crimson sunburned butt adorned the side. A large logo identified the truck as the very same Rosy Cheeks Beauty Products driver that she was on hold about.

“Hello, this is Rosy Cheeks. I’m Phoebe how can I help you?” was heard on the phone.

“Hold on I’m gonna have a word with your driver.” Sam said before hanging up.

Sam returned her eyes to Mackenzie dousing herself with water only a few feet away from a crowd. Mack retreated to the crate, her slippery body jiggling with her run, and frantically hid behind it. She must like the thrill of possibly being caught but actually being caught is too much, thought Sam, who was immediately proven wrong by Mackenzie who hopped up in front of the crowd. The crate crashed open and Mack zipped away, out of view of the window and the crowd.

I guess she does like a direct audience, but only a quick flash for such a big one, thought Sam, counting the crowd to have 11 people in it and making a mental note for later.

“Show’s over.” she sighed to her empty room, trying to peer around the side of her window, not quite being able to see what Mack was up to, as she saw the crowd disperse.

Sam left the curtain partway open and exited her office to look for the M.I.A. truck driver.