Darla was lying on her bed, bored out of her mind but unable to do anything. It was too hot to concentrate on reading or embroidery, and so going to do anything in the kitchen was certainly out of the question. She was at least glad that Miss Juliet had allowed her to wear a short, loose nightie today, so that she'd be less hot than if she had to wear anything tight. Speaking of which, she wondered what Miss Juliet was up to at the moment, as Miss Juliet hated hot days even more than she herself did.
Her wondering was cut short as there were a few rapid knocks on her bedroom door, before Miss Juliet popped the door open and stepped in. Dressed in a short white blouse and worn out shorts rather than her typical flowing dresses, her mistress looked very much unlike her usual self, much less formal. She was carrying a glass pitcher of a purple liquid with fruit slices floating in it. It almost matched her eerie, alien violet eyes.
"Darla, dear, change into your white top and your shorts and meet me down in the courtyard. We're going to have drinks and cool off with the hose."
"It's so hot out, Miss..."
"It won't be as hot when you drink something cool and have cold water washing over you. Come now, darling, it's an order."
"Yes, Miss."
Darla obeyed, and waited until Miss Juliet was gone before she changed into the tight white top and shorts that she knew Miss Juliet wanted her to wear. She felt self conscious, as the white top clung to her large breasts, and was almost see through. Still, even though she'd slept with her mistress many times, she still felt an instinct to clap her hands over her breasts when they were bare. It took a lot of effort for her just to take her clothes off in front of her mistress. In any case, she knew what she would had to do, and went down to the courtyard. Perhaps it might not be so bad.
Miss Juliet slid a glass of the purple liquid across the picnic table. "Drink," she commanded, and Darla obeyed. She took a big sip, and immediately regretted it, the harsh alcoholic tang burning her throat as it went down, combined with the already acidic fruit juices. Okay, maybe this would be so bad.
She had barely finished her drink and moved away from the table when Miss Juliet had turned on the hose and aimed it at her. The gush of cold water hit her in the chest, ran down her stomach and soaked her shorts, then continued to run down her legs. It felt good, though, quenching her body on the hot summer day. The only problem was the way it caused the already tight, sheer white shirt to cling to her breasts even more. It became even tighter and more sheer, and her nipples, now chilly, began to harden. She noticed Miss Juliet's violet eyes move right there, smiling as she ogled, and Darla blushed immediately.
"Come after me, now, dear. Grab the hose from me and spray me with it, if you can."
Darla dashed over, slipping a bit on the wet grass and slightly muddy dirt, but regaining her balance in time to snatch the hose and spray it at Miss Juliet. It felt almost sacrilegious, spraying water at one's mistress, but it was soon worth it. Miss Juliet's long, lean form, glistening wet, her blouse now as tight and sheer as Darla's top as it got wet, clinging to her small yet perfectly perky breasts. Darla had to pretend to be licking a drop of hose water off her lips as she salivated. She'd never noticed Miss Juliet to be sexy before, regarding her with too much fear, but now, with the alcohol coursing through her tiny frame, she was thinking differently.
