The Booth's Occupant [Futa]

Mackenzie turned around, a sheepish look on her face. The tanning bed was open, and standing over her was the woman who had previously been inside it. The first thing Mackenzie noticed was how beautiful she was. Blonde hair tied back into a messy bun, a toned body with curves in all the right places, and an ample bosom, straining against the sports bra containing it.

The second thing she noticed was the bulge in the woman's panties, a pair of purple boyshorts deformed by... something. Mackenzie knew that shape, but couldn't square it with the beautiful blonde bombshell it was attached to.

"Hello? I asked you a question," the woman said, snapping Mackenzie out of her thoughts. "These are single-occupant booths, and that's my bag, so why are you in here?"

The redhead blushed, remembering her state of undress, and trying not to focus on the woman's bulge. She halfheartedly covered herself, though it's not like she hadn't already been seen, and said, "I, um... I was hoping to borrow some clothes. Someone took my bag from my booth, and I needed to get to the front desk to find it..."