She manages to free herself, but attracts an admirer

Chapter originally written by imphic on writing . com

Mackenzie tried one more time to launch herself into her house, but to no avail. Her flared hips wouldn't give anymore, though the attempted dive made her naked, curvy booty look like it had been spanked a big invisible paddle.

Mackenzie sighed loudly. "Thanks for the child-bearing hips, mom. This must be the day you said I'd be grateful for them," she muttered.

Mackenzie positioned her feet against the house. With the extra leverage, she was able to gradually pull herself out by pushing with her athletic legs. Her perky boobs obstructed her as she withdrew, but it was more a momentary embarrassment than a real problem. Finally, she was able to slide her torso back out of the window, landing in a soft naked pile on the grass of her side yard.

"Yes!" she gasped. She hadn't been able to get back inside, but at least she wasn't stuck in the window anymore. And even better, she realized as she looked around at the road and nearby landscaping crew, no one had seen her! Not wasting another moment, Mackenzie scurried off back to the solitude of her backyard. She needed to collect herself a bit before she decided on a Plan B.

Mackenzie's assessment had been a bit premature, unfortunately. Although no one in the landscaping crew had noticed her, Mackenzie hadn't seen the young man standing a short distance away on the sidewalk. A young man standing there with an utterly gobsmacked expression.

Michael, a local college student, had been walking back to his apartment after some early morning shopping when he glanced Mackenzie just as she made her last attempt to get out of the window. He'd thought he'd caught a hint of motion in Mackenzie's side yard and decided to take a closer look. He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting to find, but it certainly hadn't been the backside of a naked bombshell sticking out of a window!

Like most young men in the situation would have, Michael had snapped in action--he'd set down the sundries and gotten his phone out to record the nude redhead wiggle out.

"I'm so glad I went with the new model," he'd whispered to himself as the camera centered in on the movements of Mackenzie's bare, callipygian form. He'd captured every moment of Mackenzie's sprint back to her backyard, until she turned the corner and had vanished from sight.

Michael had softly bit his lower lip and glanced upward. Thank you! he told an indulgent god.

Screw you! Mackenzie told a cruel god. She was once again sitting in her backyard, still quite nude. The sun was rising higher and more people would be out and about soon. But what could she do now?

She scratched through her ruby hair as she mused. Go down the chimney? Kung fu kick down the door? Imitate the Kool-Aid Man?

As Mackenzie was lost in thought, Michael began slowly and silently creeping down Mackenzie's side yard. He felt confident he knew what had happened. Since the woman had come out of the window gloriously naked and seemed to be looking to get back inside the house, and since she wasn't screaming or running for help, she wasn't a sex offender or political protester or religious nudist or sexual **** victim. The pretty naked young ginger was either locked out after doing some nude morning sunbathing or she was a sorority pledge.

So the stakes weren't so high that Michael felt obligated to stop recording. Indeed, maybe he could help this naked mystery woman. Among other things from the grocery store, he had energy drinks, olive oil, and sunscreen. He could also use his phone to do more than capture her delightful backside.

Is her front side better or worse? Michael couldn't help but wonder. He'd exclusively seen Mackenzie from the back so far, and was quite eager to change that fact. For a moment, he considered making his presence known to her. She was sitting in the middle of the backyard, with her back to him. He was standing at the very corner of the house, halfway between the left side yard and backyard. If he got much closer, she'd hear his footsteps approaching.

Suddenly, the loud noise of an industrial lawn mower roaring to life echoed throughout the yard. Both Mackenzie and Michael jumped slightly in surprise. Mackenzie stood up and turned around. For a split second, Michael thought she was going to spot him. But instead, she made her way over to the back right corner of the house.

Mackenzie grimaced and peeked around the corner, still feeling impossibly exposed. Think Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy and 'Don't Panic,' she thought. No one can see me from the front of the house.

Michael, meanwhile, stepped further into the backyard. He was able to get an even clearer shot of Mackenzie from the back. In that moment, he changed his mind about announcing himself and decided to wait and see what happened next.

I'm so glad I charged my phone last night. Though much of his thoughts were salacious, he was also reconsidering his ideas about what the lovely nude lady had been doing. Would a redhead try tanning her unblemished skin? Was this woman really a 18 or 19 year old sorority hopeful? Or was something else going on here...

Mackenzie finally felt satisfied that no one had noticed her. She turned around, ready to return to her seated spot in the grass. She took a step forward, glancing up and--

There was a man standing there in her backyard. Not twenty feet away from her. Looking right at her. And holding up a phone.

Finally, Michael thought as his being noticed included the bonus of a clear view of Mackenzie's completely bare front. "Good morning," he said and waved with one hand as his other hand was busy recording her.

Mackenzie had turned deer in the headlights while her headlights were being appreciated. She stood absolutely still, hiding none of her body, and felt frozen to the spot. Her mind began racing, Man-young-naked-WTF-window-help-run-hide-dress-fuck-camera-online-fight-cover-FUCK!

"...Good--um, morning?" she finally blurted out.

She's even sexier from the front then from the back. Between her lusty legs was a landing strip confirming her as a true redhead. She had a flat stomach underneath perky, shapely boobs with small pink nipples.

"Do you think it will rain?" he asked as he moved the phone up. Her face, besides being overcome with panic and embarrassment was also quite attractive. Her cheeks were nearly as red as her hair. Above thick lips was a small nose, albeit with flared nostrils right now. Her blue eyes were as open as her body.

Only from my eyes. What the fuck do I do now?!

"Um... I don't know." she blurted out, mouth essentially on autopilot.