Miranda was showering. Anxious for the mail to arrive, she was listening for the doorbell just in case. She would have to sign for her order, and she didn't want to miss it again.
She was just rinsing our her shampoo from her long brown hair when she heard the doorbell rang. Certain it was the mail, she quickly rinsed her hair out turned the water off. She had gotten a bit of shampoo in her eye, but no matter. She grabbed for her towel and went running down the hall. No one else was home, so it wasn't an issue to put her towel on as she walked towards the door.
As she hustled towards the door, she had a hard time putting it on right. Just as she got to the door, she realized she had grabbed the wrong towel. This was half the size of an adult towel. Still, all she had to do was sign for something, she figured, and she didn't want to have to run all the way back upstairs for a different towel. Thus, she held it around her body as best she could. Miranda was quite petite, only 5'0". This caused her to look quite young for being 25 years old. Her boobs were quite small too, but she did have a large ass for someone her size. She was thus able to hold the towel around the top of her body. She noticed the towel barely hung past her womanhood or ass, by only maybe an inch, but she decided she'd risk it for the 10 seconds it took to sign for her package.
She opened the door, but it was not the mail at all. It was a college aged boy with an outstretched hand. "Hi, Ms. I'm Jack. I was wondering if I could look at the car for sale." Miranda gripped her towel a little tighter and shook his hand with her free hand, careful not to make any sudden movements in this towel. She was now deeply wishing she had went back for a longer towel, acutely aware of how close she was do flashing her womanhood at a complete stranger in this ridiculous little piece of fabric. "Sure," she said. "Go right ahead."