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 brought her feet against the house. She gradually pulled 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.
A real problem, that she hadn't noticed, was she had attracted an admirer. A college boy named Michael 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 into the house.
Like most young men in the situation would, Michael snapped in action--he set down the sundries and got his smartphone out to record the nude redhead wiggle out.
"I'm so glad I went with the new model," he whispered to himself as the camera centered in on Mackenzie's bare, callipygian form's movements. Michael softly bit his lower lip and glanced upward. Thank you! he told an indulgent god.
Screw you! Mackenzie told a cruel god. 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 she thought, Michael felt confident he knew what had happened. Since she had come out of the window gloriously naked and seemed to be looking on going into 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 assault victim. The pretty naked young ginger was either locked out of her before doing some 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 her. Among other things from the grocery store, there were 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 wondered and decided how to contact Mackenzie.
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