A neighbourly invitation

I drew the t-shirt over my head and smoothed it down, but much to my dismay the water covering my body made it semi-transparent. My nipples and belly button were clearly visible, although the material didn't quite hug my pussy so I was left with a small white patch of coverage there. I didn't want to even consider how my behind looked in this.

"You want to use our phone to call the locksmith?" Albert asked us.

"Please." my mother replied.

I realised that the only way to get to Miss Bernadette's house was to go back onto the main street and down the side of their house; there were no gated shortcuts between our gardens.

"Mom, do you mind if I stay here?" I asked.

"Sorry Laurie, but I think it's safer if we stick together."

"I'd really rather stay here."

"And I'd really rather not have to drag you out onto the street."

The look in her eye suggested to me that she was serious. With a sigh, I indicated that they should lead the way. Albert was at the front, the ladder hung over his shoulder, while my mother in my nightie followed a safe distance behind. I briefly considered what was the most important to cover, and settled with covering my breasts with my hands, one boob each. My pussy seemed covered for the time being, and I couldn't really cover my behind with just one hand. Reluctantly I followed them.

We stepped out onto the street where this all began, but instead of the relative cover of my t-shirt I was now pretty much exposed as it clung to my wet skin. Although Albert was travelling as fast as he probably could with a ladder in hand, it just wasn't fast enough for my liking. I felt like we were standing out there for hours.

After a few minutes I found myself in the safety of their garden, with walls and fences hiding me from view. Miss Bernadette advised my mother where the phone was and opened the back doors, but when I made to follow my mother put out a hand to stop me.

"Woah there Laurie. You're still soaking wet."

"Well yeah, but-"

"No buts, young lady. You wait outside while I call the blacksmith. I don't want you traipsing water all through their house."

I glared at her retreating form as she disappeared into the house. Wasn't the whole point of my public hosing to allow me to enter their home? Sulking to myself, I threw myself down on one of Miss Bernadette's garden chairs.

"Tsk," Miss B muttered. "That t-shirt is soaked through."

I had a sinking feeling I knew where this was going. "It's fine. Really."

"It isn't. You'll catch your **** of cold. Albert?"

The old man had finished putting his ladder away in the shed, and looked towards his girlfriend. "Yes?"

"Could you head inside and grab a towel for the poor girl? Laurie dear, take that thing off so we can hang it up."

I didn't even have a chance to protest. Miss Bernadette grabbed the bottom of the shirt and yanked it upwards. The wet, clingy material quickly trapped my arms and **** them upwards, at which point Miss Bernadette easily lifted it up and completely off my body. For a second - just a fraction of a second - I saw Albert watching me before he stepped inside to grab the towel.

"Dirty old bastard." I thought to myself.

I covered my breasts with an arm and my pussy with a hand as Miss Bernadette wrung out my t-shirt and hung it to dry on a washing line.

Their garden was different than ours. Our garden was dominated by the tree containing my tree house, but they didn't have one in theirs. Instead a plain rectangular swimming pool was built into the ground near the fence leading into my own garden, and on the opposite side of that was Albert's tool shed.

"You can use the pool, if you want." Miss Bernadette offered. "While Albert's getting the towel for you."

"That's okay." I muttered. I just wanted to sit here hunched over and enjoy what meagre cover my hands could offer. I don't think this situation could get any worse.