A day of chores

You wipe the sweat from your forehead and readjust your towel for what felt like the millionth time.

You had watered the plants, cut the grass, cleaned the car, trimmed the trees, jetwashed the patio and cleaned the windows...all while dressed in only a towel!

All the hard work had made your body slick with perspiration, resulting in your towel regularly sliding down your torso. Once or twice your boobs popped out, but you were able to secure your only protection back in place before anyone saw.

The worst part had been when you had had to ask Frank to hold the ladder while you climbed onto the roof. You knew he was staring up at your exposed arse and pussy the entire time, but refused to respond to his repeated suggestions that you ditch the towel and complete the work in the nude.

The only task left on Hannah's list was to clean the pool.

Picking up the net, you lean out over the surface and begin to scoop scum, crud and detritus from the surface. You take extra special care not to over balance, which is made harder by the fact that your towel keeps wanting to make a move towards your bare feet.

"Let me help you, Sam," a voice says in your ear.

You jump, drop the net and almost lose your towel.

"F-Frank!" you gasp, turning to face him and blushing. "You scared me!"

"I'm sorry, my sweet," he smiles, addressing your chest. "I just like to see you work. Why not drop the towel? Those breasts are too juicy to be hidden away, and I bet your lovely stomach is a sight to behold as well."

Cringing, you turn to pick up the net, but Frank is suddenly angry.

"Hey! Don't just ignore me!" he scolds you, snatching up the net before you can reach it.

"Give it here!" you lunge for it, grappling with him and momentarily forgetting that you're clothed in only a towel.

Frank yanks the net away from you. Stumbling forwards, your right foot lands on thin air. Moments before you splash into the pool, you experience the unmistakable sensation of your towel being ripped from your body!

Kicking your way to the surface, you scrabble around blindly for your glasses, which had been knocked off on impact.

"Sam, I didn't think you could get any cuter!" Frank's voice says. "Soaking wet, stark naked, and blind as a bat!"

"Hand them over!" you cry at his blurry outline, arms slammed across your chest and tears running down your cheeks.

"Oh, Sam, enough with the foreplay! Get out here and let me take a look at you!"

"No! I'm not getting out of this pool with you stood there!"

"Very well, I'll sit," he laughs at you as you sink lower into the water.

"You must be getting cold, Sam," Frank establishes. "Those slender arms of yours will be getting tired. Your poor little stomach will soon be wanting some food, and I bet your bladder will need to empty itself before too long. You can't stay in there forever."

You realised that everything Frank said was true. But you would sooner starve to **** than let anyone see you naked ever again!