Finding her dish washing station, Isabel examined the sprayer wand. What she didn't realize was that the controls were on the sprayer itself. As she examined the sink for the faucet control, her finger tapped the "On" button.
"AH!"
The surprisingly powerful sprayer roared to life, spraying Isabel all over with ice cold water.
"Turn off, turn off!"
She finally figured out how to work it, shutting off the assault of water.
"Phew. That was...oh no."
Glancing down, Isabel could see the result of her impromptu shower. Her apron now clung to her body like a glove, the water rendering the already skimpy garment totally see-through. She could see her now stiff nipples showing clear through the fabric. She covered her exposed breasts with her right arm, doing her best to hide her shame.
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