A wet challenge

"There's more?" Sandry asked as the presenter led her on again.

"Of course, we don't give away this money easily!" the woman smiled back.

"How many are there?"

"Thirty seconds!" the clipboard woman interrupted.

"Just here." the presenter instructed Sandry, placing her at the edge of another inflatable, this one long and thin, with a row of stepping stone from one end to the other. To the side stood a large wooden wall, painted like a waterfall.

"Wait, what's..."

"We're back with Sandry, who despite having some issues with her top" at this reminder Sandry gave her broken vest a tug upwards to keep her breasts in, "is gamely soldiering on to our next challenge. All she has to do is make it to the end of the course in twenty seconds or less. So, Sandry, are you ready?"

"I... Think so?"

"Great! Three... Two... One..."

The air horn sounded again and Sandry stepped onto the first stepping stone.

As she did, water came gushing down from over the wall to her side, drenching her.

"Aaaaaiiiee!" she shrieked in cold and shock.

"Sandry's found out what makes this challenge so difficult!" the presenter laughed, "that's five seconds gone, you have to hurry!"

Wiping her hair away from her face, Sandry skipped to the next stone, and felt another torrent of water **** her. When she reached the third it wasn't just the water, an enormous fan started up and buffeted her with a hurricane-**** wind.

"Ten seconds to go!"

Sandry saw she was a little under halfway so picked up the pace, despite more water and more wind. She failed to notice that the first bucketful had pushed her vest top down to her waist, and every further **** had forces down not just her top, but her trousers as well. The thin white cotton had quickly gone transparent, showing off Sandry's jiggling buttocks as shee jumped from stone to stone.

The wind had added to her problems, her pyjamas not being sturdy enough for **** weather, it had caused seams to begin to split. Her vest top tore off her in pieces, and her trousers began to rip down her legs.

"Three seconds!" the presenter called again, "Two! One!"

Sandry jumped the last step, and stood back on the pavement again in front of the cameras and very appreciative crowd.

"Great job, Sandry, you just made it!" the presenter smiled, "Shame your clothes didn't."

Sandry looked down to see she was reduced to a tattered pair of see-through trousers ripped up both sides. As she squealed and tried to cover herself, the presenter announced to the camera that they were going to take another break.