Finally getting fully undressed

But that's just it. If they found her.

The keyword was if and they very much hadn't found her.

In fact, Mackenzie hadn't been seen by anyone, her underwear was still totally undamaged (besides a bit of a soggy bottom from landing in the soapy puddle), her suitcase hadn't burst into flames, she wasn't anywhere near slip n' sliding out into the hallway, and she still had an assortment of other outfits she packed to change into.

She came out the other side of that whole debacle with all of her clothes and dignity intact.

On any other day of her life, she would have been well on her way to getting seen fully nude by half of the entire cruise ship.

Everything seemed to indicate that today was her lucky day, and she didn't have any more excuses to delay the inevitable.

Her test was officially a-go.

If this shower went off without a hitch, then she'd finally be able to relax for the whole vacation without worrying about constantly losing her clothes. The proverbial embarrassment monkey would finally be off her back.

Mackenzie took one last look around the empty bathroom, then entered the shower and shut the curtain behind herself. She turned on the water, waited a few seconds, then stuck her hand underneath it.

"Brrrrr!" moaned Mackenzie.

The water was utterly ice cold, like it was pouring directly from the ocean itself. She instantly took her hand back and shivered due to the cold of all the tiny freezing droplets that splashed onto her exposed skin. She groaned, rubbed her arms, and then started finally taking off her underwear while she impatiently awaited warmer water.

Mackenzie unlatched her bra and slipped it off of her shoulders, unveiling her perky above-average-sized breasts. The cold mist sprinkled off the edge of the shower stream and tickled the skin of her chest. Her nipples quickly became firm half-inch little pink nubs, hardened by the cold.

Mackenzie figured a cruise through tropical waters would be warm, and she was right, even with the windy weather. But that was thanks to the bright rays of the sun, which were outside. Mackenzie was tucked away in this air-conditioned bathroom at the nougat-y center of the entire cruise ship, so she was about as far from the sun as you could get on the whole vessel.

With the cold droplets on her skin, the cool air of the bathroom enveloping her, and the nearby shower quickly beginning to warm, Mackenzie became immediately aware of how chilly it was standing there with next to no clothes on. She shivered and really wanted to hop in, but still had one more piece of clothing to remove.

Mackenzie reached through the curtain to stuff the bra in with the other clothes in her overstuffed suitcase. Her underwear was totally puke-free under the outer clothes that she threw away, so she was safe to put it in with the rest of her stuff. She certainly didn't plan on repeating her trip across the bathroom to throw away her undies, this time totally nude!

Mackenzie kept her bare torso fully inside the curtain, but once the bra was securely tucked away, she risked peeking her head out to check if the coast was still clear. She zipped it right back in and shut the curtain after she confirmed the bathroom was still very much empty.

Mackenzie hooked both thumbs into her waistband, pushed her pink bikini-cut panties to the floor, and stepped out of them.

Mackenzie looked down at her triangular patch of red pubic hair.

For as long as she'd been having these public nudity issues, Mackenzie kept herself shaved, either totally bare or down to just a little landing strip. It was the obvious thing to do... if you knew you were going to be seen down there, you might as well look good- or at least not look like a cavewoman...

For the longest time, Mackenzie had been worried about that, but recently she thought about it and realized: if she's going to be exposed a lot, why not grow out her little patch of protective fur? It could act as one final protective shield between people's eyes and her junk if she kept her legs pushed together. Since she was on a cruise with an intent to wear a bikini probably every single day, Mackenzie had groomed around the edges quite a bit, but she left as much of her bush intact as possible, just in case she needed the extra protection.

Mackenzie's end product was a triangle of curly red hair pointed down at her vulva, about the size and shape to be half an inch smaller on all sides of a typical bikini bottom. It was a little bit sparser around the edges, where you could see pale skin peeking through the hairs, but it did its job of protecting Mackenzie's lady parts- or at least making her feel a little more protected at the very least.

Mackenzie shook her head, awakening from her pubic-hair-based daydream. Why oh why am I strategically planning to protect my modesty with my PUBES instead of just, you know, strategizing how to NOT get naked in front of people? thought Mackenzie. She groaned and her cheeks flushed red when she realized how ridiculous her little defensive scheme was. And why didn't I just shave???

Mackenzie had second thoughts about the shower test again, the same feeling she has had for what feels like the last several eons. She wanted with every fiber of her being to not push her luck and just put on a new outfit and move on with her day, but ultimately she overrode her instinct and decided to commit to the plan.

Really, the cold was the actual deciding factor. She was standing oh so close to the warm, inviting shower water. One hop to her left, and both her rock hard nipples and her shivering body would be pleasantly heated under the shower stream. She just couldn't say no at this point.

Mackenzie scooped up her panties and reached through the curtain again. She shoved the last part of her outfit into her overstuffed and unzipped suitcase. It joined her bra and her sandals and the rest of the clothes she packed for this two week long cruise, everything except her gross puked-on shirt and pants that were thrown away across the bathroom from her.

Mackenzie popped her head out one last time to check that she was still alone in the bathroom. Once she confirmed that the room was just as deserted as she left it, she wasted not even one more second out in the cold and practically dove under the warm water.

"Oooooo that's nice..." whispered Mackenzie to no one in particular.

The naked redhead very quickly forgot all of her worries. She'd come on this trip to relax, and she started doing just that. Closing her eyes and just soaking in the pleasantly steamy water, she let the warmth of the shower melt her worries away.

After a good bit of just enjoying the warm stream of water, Mackenzie perused the many bottles of shampoo and picked one that tickled her fancy. She applied it to her hair and lathered it up real good while keeping her eyes shut to protect them. Just as she was about to rinse it all out, she heard something alarming.

Outside, the muffled droning of the intercom could be heard again, telling passengers to once again secure their belongings in their room because of the weather. The ship was swaying quite a bit, but not enough to endanger Mackenzie as far as she could tell.

But the announcement and the weather weren't the part that distressed her. Halfway through the announcement, it became un-muffled.

Someone just opened the bathroom door! Mackenzie screamed internally.