The oil is causing problems.

Mackenzie took a breath and sighed. “Ugh of all the stupid things they could have done. Why did it have to be so messy?” She wiped some of the oil from her face and looked over her body. Her cheeks turned as crimson as her hair.

There she was, sitting in plain view of the garden. Anyone that happened to enter would have seen what the flower did to her. The dress had climbed her body on her way out of the flower, and now sat above her breasts. Everything, her ample chest, her toned core, smooth thighs and red landing strip were in a clear and obvious view. And every inch of exposed skin had a noticeable shine to it, thanks to the even coating of oil she received.

“Oh my god!” Mackenzie gasped as she gripped the hemline of her dress. Her head took frantic turns, searching the garden for anyone who might have seen what happened to her. It was her sole stroke of luck that she was the only one who thought the garden would be interesting to explore. Had anyone entered, they would have seen the slippery, shiny, nearly nude, beauty.

The lack of underwear was her choice. She was daring, after all, but this was not something she chose to do! The nearly nude bombshell wasted little time in pulling her soaked dress back down. It clung to her like a second skin. It felt as if it was barely there, and it may as well have been, with the oil soaking the smooth fabrics. Despite the light blue color, the reddened tips of her nipples and peachy skin color seemed to show the sheer material through.

Her arms moved, one wrapping around her cleavage, the other nestling between her legs. No, she wasn’t naked, but certainly felt exposed.