She does laundry and locks herself out

After receiving an order confirmation for her purchase, Vanessa stretched her arms and yawned. She figured she'd need to get dressed properly since the courier would be coming in half an hour. She was still in her night gown, braless. It had been her favorite nightie for all of the roughly five years she had had it - no reason to get a new one since it still kinda fit her. Lately it had been slightly tight around the chest. Frankly, it looked like someone used two melons to prop up a makeshift tent, but all the same it meant comfort for Vanessa.

As she stood up she remembered she had some laundry in the washing machine that had stopped running quite a while ago. Vanessa went searching for the laundry basket and found it - still filled with clean laundry from the previous wash. Emptying it was too much work for her lazy day, she figured so she'd just manage without the basket. She sighed as she opened the washing machine door at tried to gather up all of the laundry in a big ball.

Vanessa hugged the ball of wet laundry against her chest and pushed through the back door. As she entered the back patio, the door clicked shut behind Vanessa and to her horror she realized she didn't have her keys in her pocket. Or any pockets whatsoever, since she was still in her nightie. She let the laundry drop on the patio and jumped to try the door. No use. It was locked.

Vanessa looked down. The front of her nightie was moist from the laundry and it clinged to her skin. Her nipples were plainly visible through the fabric. She tugged on her nightie, but it sucked itself back, tightly against her skin.

Vanessa started circling the house looking for a window that she might had left open. She had to cover her breasts with her arms as best as she could, as she was very well aware of how she looked. Her entire body was starting to sweat in the harsh sunlight and excitement, which certainly didn't help the situation. She started to panic. Was there a spare key hidden out here somewhere? She didn't remember, and she didn't have a phone to call her parents or a locksmith for help. There were no open windows. Breaking a window to break into her own house felt like a stupid idea.