Her underwear are also dirty.

Abby's gaze had fallen upon her mud-caked bra and panties, and she wondered if she should add them to the washer as well. But that would leave her completely naked, and she'd have to make a dash for the bathroom upstairs.

She hesitated, weighing her options. A glance at the basement clock reassured her - 11:10 am. She still had twenty minutes until the guests arrived and Matt was gone. She was alone in the house, so nobody would see her.

With a deep breath, she unclasped her bra, revealing her bare breasts, the cool air caressing her skin like a gentle lover's touch. Her nipples puckered, sensitive to the chill, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. Next, she slid her panties down her legs, exposing her smooth thighs and the curve of her hips. The soft fabric brushed against her skin, sending a thrill through her body. She stepped out of them, adding them to the washer as well.

Now fully exposed, she kept one arm covering her breasts, as she put the detergent in and started the washer. The machine's hum filled the air, and she felt a flutter in her chest. Only after the machine roared to life did she move her other hand to cover her crotch, her fingers shielding her most intimate area.

She felt a rush of excitement, her skin tingling with anticipation. With a nervous giggle, she took off, dashing up the stairs, turning right, and sprinting down the hall to the bathroom. She burst through the door, feeling relieved and exhilarated by her daring streak. She turned on the shower, and as the water warmed up, she stepped in, letting the warmth wash away her mud and worries, her skin sighing in pleasure.