Years of dance training had taught Kjerstin to step lightly, bouncing ever so slightly on the balls of her feet as she retreated to her bedroom without sparing even a sideways glance to see what else was going on around her. The blonde girl cursed quietly in Swedish when she discovered that her bedroom door was closed and her hands were full of her creams, lotions and hair products (a girl like her always had to look her best, after all).
Pawing ineffectually at the old knob with one free finger and unable to find anywhere convenient to rest her inventory, Kjerstin tried securing the items against her slim waist with only one hand while she fiddled the knob with the other, but found the old door surprisingly difficult to operate, either because of it age (or maybe had it been locked?). As she desperately twisted at the door, her unstable load shifted against her body and Kjerstin struggled to keep her treasures from tumbling to, and possibly breaking on, the floor. Unfortunately, all the action with the door and the toiletries proved too much for the precariously wrapped towel, which in an instant abandoned the Swede's curvy form and settled at her feet. Yelping in surprise and frustration, Kjerstin bent forward as though to retrieve her covering, though of course were occupied with the load held beneath her now freely dangling all-natural breasts. The busty blonde froze their as she pondered her predicament, wishing for assistance but mortified to be seen.
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