Yes, but there's a problem

Alex scrambled upstairs, trying his best to keep the memory of his naked crush alive in his memory. Every half-glimpse and partial peek was making him race with adrenaline. He would have never before considered himself to be someone with good luck, but he was about ready to pull a 180 on that preconceived notion. There was no doubt in his mind that Mackenzie was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes upon. Just thinking about her large breasts and curvy ass was enough to make his crotch tingle.

But he had to keep focus. As much as he wanted to see more, he knew that getting Mackenzie dressed was the right thing to do. Maybe she would even start to like him back a little bit. She hadn't kicked him out of her house yet despite her predicament, so the possibility wasn't hard for Alex to imagine. But he was going to be as helpful as could be, just in case. When Alex reached the top of the stairs, he quickly spotted Mackenzie's bedroom and located the closed closet next to it. Upon throwing it open, he kneeled down and searched underneath the bottom shelf.

It was about as sparse as Mackenzie had implied, but Alex did feel something soft. He whipped out his phone flashlight to check what it was. There was a towel haphazardly thrown atop a barebones pile of clothing. Alex removed the towel first. It was definitely old, and had a few holes here and there. It was also fairly small, and Alex found that he could barely wrap it around himself and have it cover everything. Even though Mackenzie was slightly shorter than him, it would probably be dicey. He set the towel down and turned to the clothes. It was mostly socks that seemed to have been thrown in there at random, but Alex did find two larger pieces of clothing. The first was a pair of blue panties, which felt very dusty to the touch. Clearly Mackenzie hadn't worn them in ages, and Alex bet that she wouldn't remember their existence if he showed them to her. The next item was a black shirt - a crop top by the looks of it. It looked very aged, and Alex could see the seams under the armpits beginning to split from each other. There was a chance it wouldn't fit very well over Mackenzie's sizable breasts. He searched more, but found nothing else of substance. That was when his mind started to drift elsewhere.

"Alex, you okay up there?" came a call from downstairs. Alex shook his head and **** himself out of the Mackenzie-led daydream he was having. How long had he been sitting there, imagining his crush wearing either of these outfits and failing to keep them together, he couldn't say for sure. But he realized quickly that if he didn't get down there, he might not see Mackenzie's incredible naked body again tonight. For some reason, he was confident that another chance would soon befall him.

"Yep, just deciding!" he called back. For he did have a decision to make. Either give Mackenzie the towel to wear, or bring her the panties and crop top. Both tantalized his mind; he wanted nothing more than to not bring anything and keep Mackenzie naked all night. But he was better than that, and he knew it. So he made his choice and went downstairs.