No, she misses the train

The train's doors snapped shut just a fraction of a second too soon for the poor redhead. "No, no, no!" Mackenzie cried as the train began moving along the track. Inside, Mackenzie could just barely make out the figure of a man holding a white and pink bundle of clothing. The figure gave a slow wave as the train carried him out of Mackenzie's sight. In shock, Mackenzie watched as the train left, taking with it almost everything she had decided to wear that beautiful morning.

The virtually naked redhead slowly turned to face the rest of the platform and wasn't surprised to see quite a few people staring at her. In fact, the whole station seemed to be teeming with people; some coming, some going, and most simply waiting. The scores of people with nothing better to do stared at the nude redhead with blatant surprise and appreciation. It wasn't every day they were treated to such an impressive view of such a lovely foreign woman!

It took Mackenzie a few seconds to realize what her brain was screaming at her: Cover up!! She hastily draped an arm across her sizable chest and lowered a hand to cover her womanhood, but otherwise stayed rooted to the spot. What do I do now?! Mackenzie thought, her mind drawing a complete blank.

She wanted to run, but where could she go? The only way out of the platform she could see led up a set of stairs, and Mackenzie did not think exiting the train station would help her predicament in any way. So, Mackenzie began slowly walking away from the edge of the platform. Her steps were slow and hesitant as she made her way through the throng of people, and her body was trembling with nerves by now. Despite all the eyes she could feel on her, every few seconds Mackenzie heard someone else gasp in surprise as they presumably noticed her for the first time. She kept her head down, her face now a deep shade of red, and continued her slow and ineffective retreat from the edge of the platform. On the one hand, no one seemed to be bold enough to do anything to take advantage of the **** redhead. They all seemed content to just watch and, for some, record the sight on their phones. But on the other hand, no one seemed inclined to help the naked foreigner either.

Ohmygod, ohmygod, Mackenzie thought as her mind raced, I'm fucking naked in the middle of the busiest subway in the world! What the hell am I supposed to do?!

Then, Mackenzie noticed she was standing next to a large map of all the subway lines posted on the wall. Maybe, just maybe, she could get herself back to her hotel without any more trouble. If she just took the same line she had used in the other direction, she could get off one block from her hotel. Sure, it would be a really, really embarrassing train ride. But what other options did she have? Glancing at a nearby display let her know that her line would be arriving in seven minutes.

Resigning herself to a short but agonizing wait, Mackenzie turned around, resting her back rest against the cold tiles of wall. She shivered slightly at the sensation, but at least she could now hide her curvy ass from view as well. Because there were still plenty of people watching every move the naked redhead made. Mackenzie shivered again, keeping her intimates covered as best she could, and waited.