Another day at the pool

Wanda’s bare feet pounded against the damp grass as she vaulted over a low fence into the next yard—empty, thank God. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she sprinted past a forgotten swing set, its chains rattling in the breeze. She didn't even slow down, and she pushed through another hedge wall, she barely noticed the million tiny pokes and probes in her current state of panic. The next yard was equally empty but more run down, just an overgrown garden and a silent dirty patio set. She darted behind a bleached tool shed, pressing her back against the sun-warmed wood, to take a breath. It was quiet save the distant hum of a lawnmower a few houses over.

"Oh God. Oh my. Oh. oh God," Wanda panted as a million questions entered her mind. How many people were at that barbecue? How much did they see? Did they see her face?! The Scarlet Witch felt like she was about to pass out but instead steeled herself. She didn't have the time. in a few hours Vis and the twins would be back home, and it would be nearly impossible to get inside without them seeing her. She did NOT want to explain this mess to her family. She could suffer no more delays she needed to head straight home, grab the spare key, and get inside. Fast.

Wanda’s heart hammered against her ribs as she pushed off the shed running forward, only to trip over a coiled garden hose. She yelped, arms pinwheeling, before crashing through a flimsy lattice fence. The wooden slats splintered around her, clearly rotted to the core because they broke like cardboard. Wanda tumbled forward straight onto a concrete patio where two startled women, their oiled skin glistening in the sunlight one was sprawled on loungers the other stood right in front of Wanda.

A load wet slap rang out as Wanda slammed into the sun-warmed skin of the young woman, sending them both flailing backward. Instinctively, they both grabbed onto one another as they crashed down onto a lounger, their naked bodies sliding against one another in a tangle of startled gasps and body.

"What the hell!" The second woman screamed standing up "What the? Who the? Get off my sister!"

Eyes widened and face burning as hot as the sun, Wanda scrambled backward trying to get up but the oil on the woman had transfered to the housewife. Her oil-slicked hands slipped against the lounger's plastic wweaveand she fell face first onto the woman's chest. The women, who was relatively calm and quiet all things considered, shrieked again as her elbow knocked over the sunscreen bottle, sending a glob of white lotion splattering across the teakwood patio.

"Pervert, oh my god a pervert." She yelled. "Get her the hell off of me. Lia get her off me."

"Sorrysorrysorry—" Wanda gasped, trying to get up her limp shaking trying to keep grom slipping again. Before she could do anything else the woman's sister, Lia, pushed Wanda over causing her to half-rolled, half-slid off the tangled mess of limbs. She hit the pavers with a wet slap, the stone searing her naked skin.

"Oh my god!" She woman yelled her voice becoming higher pitched. "Your naked! Naked pervent!"

"No I..." Wanda flung her arms over her privates further spreading the oil over her naked body. She want to explain herself to at least let these women know she wasn't some sexual offender but then her attention was quickly grabbed by something else. A towel sitting on a table. Without a word Wanda desperately lunged for it, marching past the furious sunbather she had mnocked over. However Lia was faster. Wanda briefly fought the woman for it but her slick feet on tiled patio provided no leverage, Lia easily whipped the towel sending Wanda cereening across the patio.

"You freak!" The woman screamed as she wrapped the towel around herself. "I'll kill you."

"I-I'm sorry," Wanda replied meekly as she slowly backed up. Having lost the towel and the chance to talk this out. Wanda turned to flee, but her oil-slicked foot skidded sideways on the patio tiles.

"Get back here, you lunatic!" shrieked the taller woman, lunging forward in her towel as her margarita-soaked sandals slapped against the tiles. The other woman, still glistening with tanning oil, snatched up a pool skimmer and swung it like a bat.

Wanda yelped as the plastic net slammed into her ass, sending her stumbling forward into a potted palm. Its rough trunk and spiky leaves peircing into her bare skin. Dirt sprayed across the tiles as the ceramic pot toppled over with Wanda on top. The taller woman shrieked as soil scattered over her freshly painted toes.

"Ahhh! You're ruining everything." She screamed kicking Wanda off the plant causing her oiled body to slide across the patio once again."

"I'm sorry." Wanda cried. "This wasn't supposed to happen."

****, Wanda scrambled forwards on all fours, trying to get off the patio and onto the grass where she could control her movements. The pool skimmer whistled past her ear again as she lunged for the safety of the grass. She took a breath upon feeling its soft tickle on her cheek but quickly stood back up to run. The sisters charged after her chasing Wanda around the yard until the naked housewife noticed an open gate and bolted out of there. The made it a few steps before the horrific realization kicked in. She had just run into the front yard. Wanda flung her arms over her chest and raised a leg over her vagina.

"Oh No," Wanda squealed before turning around and trying to run back into the sister's backyard. Before she could have it in however the large white gate was slammed shut. "Nonono. Let me in!" Wanda screamed lifted one arm off her chest to bang on the door.

"Screw you bitch!" one of the women screamed back. "Go find someone else in the neighborhood to flash."

Wanda wanted to protest but then heard a car pass by. She froze in place until it was gone then, with no other choice bolted down the street to find another place to hide.