The hose

The lake was too open. People would see her running in from the other side. And it wasn't like she could just get dressed after a quick dip and vanish. It was out of question. At least the boathouse offered some cover. Cover, she desperately needed.

She waited until the coast was clear, then dashed to the small boathouse. She liked to think she moved like a panther, unheard and unseen, but in reality she moved about as graceful as any hunched over embarrassed naked woman could have.

When she reached the shack, she stuck to the wall, peeking around to see whether her dash had aroused any suspicion or not. All seemed clear. She picked up the hose and started the water. It was freezing cold. Figures. By the time she had finished 'showering', she was shuddering, her teeth chattering. The cold water had caused her impressive nipples to stand off of her otherwise flat chest. While other women had gotten boobs of various sizes, she had gotten all nips. She definitely would have traded an inch or two for some actual breast. At least now she was clean.

She looked around for something to dry herself with, but why would there be any towel in the vicinity? It wasn't a beach. She just stood there, naked, shuddering and dripping, when she heard a voice from behind herself.

"What are you doing here?"