Note: In my world, casual public nudity is recently technically legal, but not quite socially acceptable in most places. You'll get the stink-eye from some people, others will gawk, but most won't care, depending on location.
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It was a lazy Thursday morning. I was lounging around my dorm room, doing nothing in particular. I was about to start college in the upcoming fall semester, and had just moved in two days ago. I'd heard that this coming weekend was when most students moved into the dorm, so I figured I'd move in as soon as I could, and beat the rush. Plus, I got to pick out my bed first. I was the only person listed for this room, but I knew that wouldn't last. I was also hoping to find a job, but hadn't had any luck yet. I was getting a little worried, because without a job, I wouldn't be able to afford to attend more than a semester or two. The only experience I had was waitressing, but none of the restaurants were hiring.
Then the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hi sis!"
It was my older sister April. She'd just graduated the previous spring. She'd managed some sort of sweet work-study gig that paid for a lot of her school. We'd been playing phone tag for the last week. I was trying to get the details of that work-study gig from her.
"April! I've been trying to get ahold of you all week! What was that job you..."
"That's what I was calling you about", she interrupted. "I got you an interview!"
"You did? Where? When?"
"Believe it or not, it's at Jack's Coffeehouse, down near campus."
"A coffeehouse? I thought it was some sort of work study that paid for your school."
"It is, sort of. Jack made a pile of money on a dot-com startup, and bailed at just the right time. He wanted to help students get an education, but didn't want to just give the money away, so he started the coffee shop. Any student that works there gets their tuition and books paid for, as long as they keep their grades up and work at least 15 hours a week. It's a great place to work, too."
I knew where it was. It was just a few blocks away. I could easily walk there in about 30 minutes.
"OK. So when is this interview?"
"Today at 2."
I looked at the clock. It was 12:00. "Not much time to get ready! I don't have anything to wear!"
"Don't worry about that. There isn't really a dress code, your uniform is whatever you show up in. Plus, I put in a good word for you. All you have to do is show up, and you're pretty much assured of the job."
We chatted for a few more minutes, and then I begged off, wanting to take a shower and get ready. A job! Paid tuition and books!
After the shower, I thought for awhile about what to dress in. I finally decided on a green blouse, some comfortable blue jeans, and a pair of sandals. Jane said there was no dress code, and I think I looked pretty hot, in a girl-next-door sort of way. I pondered not wearing a bra, but decided I'd better. My tits are small enough that I don't need to, but my high-beams tend to go off with very little provocation, and when they do, it's really obvious.
I had plenty of time to get there, so I thought I'd take a short cut through the park and across the golf course, and maybe get a bite to eat before the interview. It was a beautiful warm late summer day, perfect for a walk.
I was almost across the golf course when suddenly the sprinklers started up. What the hell? Who waters a golf course at 1 in the afternoon? I started running. The street was just ahead, over a small hill. I made it to the top of the hill without getting sprayed, and started down the other side.
Then my foot slipped on a patch of wet grass, and down I went. I landed on my side, and slid straight into a muddy puddle at the base of the hill. I tried to stand up, but slipped on the mud, and fell back into the puddle. I was drenched and covered with muck and grass.
I crawled out of the puddle, and sat there, stunned. The interview was in an hour, and I didn't have time to walk back to my apartment and change. I could see my whole college future drying up before my eyes.
"Oh you poor dear! Please let me help you!"
I looked up to see a little grey-haired old lady striding across the street toward me.
"Come over here! We can get you hosed off and cleaned up!"
I stood up just as she got to me. She was shorter than my 5-foot-4, coming up to my chin. She took my hand. "Come across the street to my house. We'll get you cleaned up real fast."
She grabbed my hand and started leading me across the street to a neat little bungalow, one of a row of older houses along that street.
"I have an interview in about an hour..."
"Oh my. Then we'd better work fast. Stand there in the middle of the yard, let's get the worst of it off."
She picked up a garden hose, turned on the faucet, and held the water out for me to wash my hands. I started scrubbing the mud off them. "Lean your head down!" She sprayed my head, and started hosing the worst of the mud off my clothes as I splashed water onto my face.
"That's the worst of it. Now let's get you out of those wet clothes so you can take a quick shower while I clean them up. Get your shoes off."
I kicked out of my wet sandals.
"Hurry, dear. We don't have much time. Shirt off, too."
"What? In the middle of the lawn?"
"Well, I can't let you into my house like that. You'll drip all over my nice clean floor. Come on, off with it!"
Before I could think to stop them, my hands started unbuttoning my shirt. At least I was in a bra, and nobody was nearby, so it was probably OK.
"Let me help." She reached over and began to undo my pants.
"Hey, wait a second!" I reached down to stop her.
She deflected my hands without even looking up. "It's OK, dear. I've got four kids and seven grandkids."
I wasn't sure what that had to do with her undressing me in public, but I was wet and somewhat dazed by the fall, so I went back to unbuttoning my shirt as she pulled my pants down over my hips and down to my ankles.
