She washes herself

I have a few minutes to spare, thought Dana. She reasoned that she could end up asking a neighbor for help - she should clean herself up a bit. God knows there would be enough gossip about her state, let alone if she showed up with cum stains on her body.

She vaulted the tiny fence, making sure to make as little noise as possible. There was a little creak, but it didn't look like anyone noticed. She crouched low, making her way to the garden hose as quietly as she could. Once there, she sat down on the grass and began to strip.

She started by rolling her ripped stockings, taking them off and placing them in a pile next to her. Next, she took off her jacket and folded it, placing it over the stockings. In a flash, she was completely naked in a stranger's backyard - although she hoped it wasn't for too long.

She stood up and turned on the hose. She suppressed a gasp as the cold water hit her face - it was a lot colder than she had expected! After her face, she washed her hair, backside and arms, cleaning the dirt the best she could.

Next, she brought the water to her chest. She felt slight arousal as droplets of water ran over her boobs and flat stomach while she rubbed her skin. Her breathing became more labored, and she began having flashbacks of her humiliation from yesterday. Her nipples hardened, and she felt goosebumps all over her skin as she caressed her breasts - partially to thoroughly clean them, but partially for simulation.

She finally bought the hose to her nether regions. The stream of water slowly made its way from her thigh to her clitoris - and she let out a low moan despite herself. After being dominated and turned into an object for others, she needed this release.

Soon, she was stroking her clit with one hand and using the stream of water with the other - all caution thrown to the wind.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of a door being slammed open. "Who's there?", said a man.

Dana felt the pit of her stomach fall. Shit, shit, shit! She had lost herself completely, not remembering where she was. She had a split second to either run, hide or reveal herself to yet another stranger.