She climbs the tree

Mackenzie furrowed her brow and glowered at the scenario before her. Thanks to the wind, the tree next to her had gotten ahold of the t-shirt she'd been meaning to change into. And while the redhead did have a plethora of other options for tops in her car, this one meant a great deal to her. It was a t-shirt from her favorite local band, Total Breakdown, that she had purchased at a concert a few months ago. As the black fabric precariously rustled in the breeze, it finalized the decision for Mackenzie. She was getting her damn shirt back.

With the threat of the wind still present, Mackenzie knew she couldn't afford to waste time heading back to her car for more clothes. The determined woman jumped and clamped her arms around the trunk of the tree. The rough bark wasn't quite painful but it felt extremely unwelcome against the bare pale skin of her thighs.

Mackenzie began clawing her way up the tree, making slow progress until her hand reached the lowest branch. With a firm grip, she pulled her body higher, but heard the soft sounds of ripping fabric as she did so. Mackenzie cursed under her breath. With her body hugging the tree so tightly she could feel the rough bark pressing against her skin even through her thin shirt. So it wasn't a huge surprise that her shirt was getting stretched or even ripped by the tree's rugged exterior. But this was just a cheap, plain white t-shirt. Mackenzie probably had three or four more of these at home! She'd gladly ruin this shirt if that's what it took to get the other back.

Mackenzie soldiered on, continuing both her upward movement and the gradual shredding of her current shirt. And after another minute of struggling, Mackenzie finally came level with the branch that held her shirt. It was still staying in place, about five feet down the branch, but seemed like it could go flying off at any moment. Steeling her resolve, Mackenzie climbed onto the branch. The redhead laid flat on the rough wood, not wanting to risk falling off from this height, and began slithering forward.

After a few feet, Mackenzie felt a familiar sensation around her hips. The sensation of sliding fabric. A gnarled knot of wood had seen fit to snag the waistband of her panties, and Mackenzie has begun sliding out of them! Hissing another curse, Mackenzie began slowly reaching back with one hand, ready to unsnare her underwear. But then movement ahead of her caught her eye. Her Total Breakdown t-shirt began blowing away in the wind, but only moved a few inches before it got caught on the branch again. That sent another surge of adrenaline through Mackenzie's veins, and the redhead began plowing forward at full speed.

She tried to ignore the ripping sounds coming from her shirt and the feeling of her panties slipping down her legs as she shimmied further and further down the branch. The rough bark of the tree against the bare skin around her intimates was uncomfortable for Mackenzie, but she soldiered onward, more determined than ever to reclaim her pilfered shirt. Just as the panties made it all the way down to her ankles, Mackenzie made one final **** lunge and successfully seized her prize. But her last burst of movement left her slightly off balance, and Mackenzie found herself suddenly swaying sideways. She was falling off the branch!