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Jenna Detained
Some of you have read the stories I've written about Jenna Burlinski. Here is one I wrote last year, which I thought I would post on the forum.
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Part 1
Jenna Detained - Part 1
JENNA DETAINED "Get your hands in the air, ma'am!" The voice took me by surprise, and shocked, I froze in place. Having agreed to help some friends who were moving to the Carolinas, I found myself staying at their new home. Or rather, soon-to-be-new home, as they hadn't moved in yet. It was a real fixer-upper and needed plenty of work, especially on the outside. But I heard they got the house for a good price. So that was what I was doing, trying to get the grime and old paint off some exterior windows, when apparently someone had approached me from behind. I knew it wasn't my friends, because they were out in the city at the moment. They were in a bind, with not enough time to take care of all the improvements, and that is why they asked me to come here to help. This particular window I was working on was giving me a lot of trouble. It was very tall, and very dirty. Also, there was an old flower bed just beneath the window overgrown with vines and maybe even thorns. I was left standing on a bench, balancing on my tiptoes, as I stretched forward and used a mop to clean the glass. "Put your hands in the air, ma'am!" the young male voice repeated. I was kind of leaned over at the waist, propped up by the long pole of the mop held against the window. If I raised my hands, I would probably drop the mop to the ground. Turning my head slightly, to look over my shoulder, I saw a young man in the brown uniform of the Sheriff's office. He couldn't have been more than nineteen or twenty, a recruit, just a few years younger than me. It was especially embarrassing him sneaking up on me like this because of what I was wearing. You see, I knew I would be working by myself out here today, and it was damn hot! Like ninety degrees, or something. So I threw on a pair of cut-off denim shorts, which even had a few holes in them, and showed a lot of my legs. And I put on a tattered white T-shirt that just covered my breasts. A pair of old sneakers, no socks, completed my ensemble. Half-bending over in the position I was in, I must have looked pretty indecent. "I'm not going to ask you again…" he called out, his voice cracking just a bit. "All right!" I squeaked, helpless. "Just… just give me a moment…" "Drop the weapon, now!" the young cop said more firmly. Weapon? I then realized he was talking about the mop. Like I might swing around and hit him over the head with it! Not wanting to cause any trouble, I released my grip, letting the pole clatter against the house as it fell to the ground. I had to be careful not to lose my balance, and finally straightened myself to a standing position. Bringing my hands to my head, I slowly turned around. Our eyes met, and I felt myself blush. It seemed I was rather exposed up here. With my arms raised like this, the small shirt was scrunched up and left my bare stomach and bellybutton on display. My breasts, unfettered by a bra, jiggled playfully. And I was afraid my nipples were getting hard! I really hadn't expected to be seen today. "Is there… is there some sort of problem?" I asked nervously. The young man placed his hands on his hips, looked me over from head to toe. "Only that you got caught trying to break into this home." "Break in?" the words almost stuck in my throat. "That's what it seems to me, ma'am," the cop drawled. "We know that the property had been recently purchased, and the owners haven't moved in yet. We were told to keep an eye out for prowlers. And here you are." "Prowlers?" I was shocked, and even looked around in surprise. The young cop persisted. "I saw you trying to bust open that window!" "I was trying to clean that window!" I stamped my foot emphatically, which only caused my boobs to shake. "Are you claiming this house belongs to you?" he folded his arms and asked. "No… my friends invited me here to help straighten up the place," I explained, and started to reach out to point to the disrepair of the house. "Keep your hands up!" the cop warned me. Immediately, I shot both my arms to the sky. His young voice was suddenly so forceful, I felt compelled to do what he said. But I bit my lip anxiously, worried that the quick movement and stretching higher, might raise the shirt above my breasts. Thankfully, I felt my nipples were still covered. Then I lowered my eyes and gasped. Past my bare stomach, I noticed the top of my shorts. All the bending and stretching and reaching must have wiggled the button loose. They were worn to begin with, not tight fitting like a new pair of pants. At least the zipper was still up, but I couldn't be sure if it would hold. I began to fear my shorts would slip down! So I tried to remain very still. "Keep them arms up," he reminded me. "I'm going to have to check for concealed items…" "Is that really necessary?" I gasped. "Look, my name is Jenna. The owners are my friends, and they can tell you that they asked me to help clean the house." "Well, except they're not here, Miss Jenna," the rookie cop said with a sly smile, almost as if he was teasing me. "That's a mighty convenient story, ma'am." I didn't know what to say. This whole accusation was so unfair, and completely absurd. But I was unfamiliar with these parts, and I sure didn't want any trouble with the law. Maybe if I could just call my friends, they could explain everything to this overeager country police officer. I was just about to make the suggestion, when he took a step forward. Now this whole time, I had been standing on a crumbling orange garden bench made of stone. It was kind of like I was on a pedestal. When he walked up to me, the young man's face was even with my waist. I suddenly felt very nervous, but also excited. I was ashamed to admit that being caught in this vulnerable position was turning me on. The size of my nipples confirmed my arousal. I just hoped he wouldn't notice! Very slowly, deliberately to show he was not going to hurt me, the officer placed his hands on my hips. I just stared out ahead, maybe opened my mouth in a small silent gasp. He began checking my shorts, slipping a finger through the belt loops, searching for who knows what. Next, he placed his hands inside my front pockets, and I was a little more breathless. I guess he wanted to search my back pockets, too, but he didn't have me turn around. Instead, he leaned close and wrapped his arms around my lower body. This was getting me rather flustered! I felt his hands pat down my bottom… then squeeze my butt cheeks. "Oh!" I said in surprise, and perhaps in pleasure. But there was nothing in the seat of my shorts. It was just the loose denim covering my ass. I was really afraid that if he continued his search, the young cop would discover my secret. I was not wearing panties today. And I had shaved my pubic region completely bald. Suddenly, his hands moved, his fingers wandering down my bare legs. There was really no need to check my thighs, knees, and calves, because they were completely bare. But he quickly squatted down in front of my feet and gently grabbed my ankles. I interpreted this as an unspoken command, to slightly shift my legs and separate my feet. I still had my hands raised in the air. The young man then squeezed his finger inside my sneaker, tracing the rim around my heel. The wiggling of his finger kind of tickled. "You can take them off, you know!" I giggled in spite of myself. He continued to work both my feet, a finger in each shoe. When he raised his head to look up at me, I hoped he wouldn't see up my shorts. "That's mighty cooperative of you," the young man said. Keeping my promise, I stretched out one leg. Very efficiently, he began undoing the laces. Although with all the prodding he was doing, and being kind of worn anyway, I think they would have slipped off easily. The cop removed my shoe and discarded it, holding my bare foot in his palm for a brief, sensual moment. I shyly pulled my leg back, and extended the other one. I kept my arms reaching for the sky, my hardening nipples poking out, and boobs threatening to bounce free. Closing my eyes, I found the experience of being stripped… delicious. Even if was just my other shoe taken off. When I stood completely barefoot on the bench, he tugged on my toes, running a finger in between. I had not painted my toenails, they were clear and natural. Again, I had no idea what he was looking for. The rookie cop probably didn't know any better, but maybe he should have been inspecting the removed sneakers in case I had been hiding anything, which of course I wasn't! "Are we almost finished?" I finally asked in exasperation. As I started to lower my arms, the young man stood up and said, "I didn't tell you to move!" Bent at the elbows, I jerked my hands up once more like this was a robbery, while stamping my bare foot in annoyance. My lips started to quiver in a petulant pout. But then, to my amazement and humiliation… my shorts dropped down my legs! Eyes wide, I immediately brought my hands down to clasp them in front of my pussy, despite the policeman's instructions. I don't know if he caught a brief glimpse of my hairless crotch, but it was clear that I was naked from the waist down. The denim shorts crumpled around my feet, I was so embarrassed! "Get down off the bench, ma'am!" he ordered firmly. I could feel my juicy round bottom just sticking out in the fresh air. "But… can't I pull up my shorts first?" Still suspicious, the young man informed me, "I'm not going to ask you again!" Blushing bright red, I lowered my eyes. Well, he wanted me to climb down from the bench. My heart was beating fast, and hands were still cupped over my pussy. Awkwardly, I lifted one leg, and then lowered it so I could step to the ground. I stepped right out of my shorts, left on the bench! I walked a little closer, dressed only in the ratty T-shirt, and stood bottomless in front of the young man from the Sheriff's office. This couldn't be happening, I thought, as I waited bashfully before him. The blades of grass tickled my bare feet.
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Part 2
Jenna Detained - Part 2
The two of us regarded each other in silence. I was so nervous, and blushing in embarrassment. I wondered what he thought of me. Did I really seem like the criminal type? And now, here I was, caught with my pants down, so to speak. "Put your hands in the air," the southern cop said. I was standing with my arms lowered, hands folded in front of my pussy in order to maintain some modesty. "What… why?" I squealed. "You're not going to try and funny business," he answered. "Now get `em up, ma'am!" This was so unbelievable! I closed my eyes and waited a moment, feeling my heart beat faster. I made sure to keep my legs very close together. And then, slowly, I moved my arms away from my body… raising them again so they were bent at the elbows, hands level with my head. I knew he was seeing all of me. Well, almost all of me. Thankfully, I still had a ripped T-shirt on, however short, that kept my breasts and nipples covered. But as for down below… "That's an interesting look, Miss Jenna," the young man commented. Ever so slightly, I shifted my feet in the grass as I replied, "I knew it would be hot today. It's a hygiene thing." I opened my eyes to see him rubbing his chin and he remarked, "She certainly is clean as a whistle." Now I let out a small gasp, but I didn't know what to say! I didn't even know what that remark meant! Unless, of course, referring to the fact that I was shaved clean. He made me stand there, arms lifted, my pussy just sticking out on display. I had to be very careful not to move or think certain thoughts, because my excited labia would be very noticeable. Suddenly, the young police officer took a step forward, and in one motion reached out to grab me by the wrist. "Hey!" I cried. But too late, he maneuvered behind me, grabbing the other wrist as well. I was rather surprised how he managed to twist my arms behind my back, without even hurting me. He was forceful, but not harsh or abusive. Or maybe I just didn't give any resistance. The next thing I knew, I felt cold steel on my skin. In shock, I arched up on my toes, and I'm sure my bare butt must have been very inviting. I had been handcuffed! And I could feel my knuckles resting against my lower back, just above my ass crack. Shaking my head, my brunette ponytail brushed across my shoulders. Then this rookie cop came around to stand in front of me again, his arms folded in satisfaction. I looked at him in disgust and pouted my lip. Unfortunately, there was nothing I could do to hide my body. His eyes would wander down my bare stomach and see my nude hips, flaring out and then narrowing in womanly curves. My smooth, hairless vulva glistened in the sunlight, and I saw his eyes roam down the length of my legs all the way to my bare little toes. At least he let me keep my shirt on! "All right, let's go!" he announced abruptly, his fingers wrapping around my arm just above my elbow. As he pulled me forward a few steps, my eyes went wide and I exclaimed, "Wait! Where are we going?" The cop looked at me curiously, and then said, "To the station, ma'am…" Oh no! I couldn't bear being put on display like this, further humiliated by more of the town's local cops. While the idea of a bottomless ride in a police car was thrilling, I was afraid what might happen afterward. "You can't take me to the police station like this," I protested even as we rounded the side of the large house. "Shouldn't a woman be accompanying us?" "Sorry, ma'am," he said with southern courtesy, "we don't have any women on the force." "Oh…" I said in a small voice. Looking around at my surroundings, I realized I was being led in handcuffs toward the front yard. It was broad daylight, and I wasn't wearing any shoes, pants, or underwear! The green lawn was wide and treeless, with a two lane road that ran in front of the property. I could just now recognize the police vehicle parked at the foot of the driveway. Thank God he didn't come with a partner! Before we got very far, I tried to plead in desperation one more time. "Look, sir, I really am innocent. You… you don't have to take me downtown, or wherever the station is." "I appreciate your concern," he said, perhaps sarcastically, "but I really need to let my superior officer sort out the details. You can explain to him why you were trying to break open that window." Ohmygosh, I would have to explain, half-naked with probably the entire force checking out my rear! "I was cleaning the window!" I said emphatically, my breasts bouncing and bottom jiggling. We stopped in the middle of the front lawn and he turned me around to face him. "Is that so, ma'am?" "Yes!" I cried, hoping for a chance to prove my innocence. "Listen, I was only here to help fix and take care of the house. I was doing other stuff, too, before you showed up." "I'll bet you were," the cop rubbed his chin again, considering. "Let's go up to the front porch," I suggested, inclining my head in that direction. The young man paused, looking over to his car on the side of the road, and then back at the house. Finally, he squeezed my bare upper arm, and we started trotting across the yard. My butt wiggled and bounced as I had to keep up with his strides. It was like I was doing some nudie exercise. But I was grateful that he was leading me toward the shelter of the covered porch, and away from the road. My bare feet found the wooden steps that led us up to the deck. There was still a lot of work that needed to be done, repairing cracked and split planks. There was also old furniture that needed to be replaced with newer chairs and tables. Just outside the door were some boxes stacked in the corner. I pointed my chin at these crates. "You see… this is all stuff that I had been helping clean out of the house," I explained slowly. "Junk and refuse to be removed. I was going to bring these boxes down to the end of the driveway where they will be picked up and carted away." The cop nudged one of the boxes with the toe of his boot. "You were taking this stuff to throw away? Not stealing from the house?" "Yes!" I nodded my head eagerly. "I just had to bring them down to the road. The owners have another friend with a pickup truck who would swing by later…" "They are lucky to have so many good friends," the young man said, although I wasn't sure what he was implying. He then said that he would offer me a chance to prove myself. If in fact I had simply been doing household cleaning and maintenance, he would allow me to continue by bringing these boxes from the porch to the end of the driveway. I thought that sounded fair, but I swallowed nervously. We were in a pretty rural part of the neighborhood, and the road was mostly quiet. But it's not like we were totally isolated. Cars and trucks did rumble down the lane frequently. Still, if that's what I had to do… I turned around so that my back was toward the cop, and shook my ass a little. "You'll have to take care of these." I was referring to the handcuffs on my wrists, of course. After he realized that, the young man moved behind me so he could unlock them. He gently pulled me close to him. So close, I felt my bottom brush the crotch of his uniform pants. He smelled nice, I found myself thinking. As he worked the little key inside the steel cuffs, my pussy twitched and tingled! "They're off," he told me, slipping the restraining links from my wrists. Turning around, I looked up at him and blushed. I hoped he couldn't tell how excited he got me. I rubbed my arms that had been pinned behind me, to get the circulation going again. "Now don't try to run off, Miss Jenna, you hear?" the young cop said sternly. Sweeping an arm down my body, I then placed a hand shyly in front of my pussy. "I don't think I would get too far, not wearing any clothes!" The young man grunted and stepped back. He folded his arms expectantly. That was my cue to go about the work I had claimed was the reason I was at the house. So I turned around to regard the boxes, and only then realized that with my hands no longer cuffed behind my back, he had a full view of my backside. It would get worse as I had to bend down and pick up some of the crates. At least for the first one, I decided to pick one that was at the top of a stack. It wasn't heavy, just some old clothes and linen and tattered d****s that had been left behind. The inside rooms of the house had been in bad shape. This box, I now lifted and then lowered so I could hold it in front of my lower body. Some concealment for my nudity at last! Except, again, as I brushed past the police officer watching me and walked back out onto the lawn, he would enjoy the sight of my very exposed bottom. But at least I would be covered from the view from the road. To anyone passing by, I guess I would look like I was wearing shorts. This was in fact proved true as I marched along the side of the driveway (I stayed on the grass, because of my bare feet) and a NASCAR-like sports car came racing down the street. I decided to act natural, even though I was bouncing a box against my bare pussy. By the time I reached the road, the car had sped away. I looked in both directions, to make sure there was no other traffic. But as usual, it had return to peaceful quiet. Placing the box on the edge of the property, I then spun around leaving my bare ass on display. I think I felt my cheeks blush out here, so far from the house! Quickly, I dashed across the lawn, and I felt like a child running through the grass. With a palm pressed over my crotch, I returned to the cop on the front porch.
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Part 3
Jenna Detained - Part 3
"Very good, Miss Jenna," the young police officer said. "Now do it again." Completely bottomless, I clenched my fists nervously and brushed my toes behind my other leg. I had hoped that by carrying the box down to the road, it would be enough to prove I was simply here taking care of the house. Not trying to break inside, like the cop had suspected. Glancing over at the stack of crates and cartons waiting for me, I pouted. "All of them?" I asked, indicating the boxes. The young man only nodded his head. I took a deep breath and let it out as a sigh. Very self-conscious of my bare bottom, I sidestepped over to the pile so that I remained facing him. But finally, I had to turn around so I could grab the next box. Again, I brought the container down in front of my lower body and proceeded to walk off the porch. Feeling his eyes on my round rear end, I blushed and I think my cheeks turned rosy pink. This was so embarrassing! I made the trip down the length of the driveway without incident. And then it was back running across the property, with one hand cupped over my pussy. I tiptoed onto the deck, keeping my eyes lowered until I stood before the crates. Only now, I needed to bend down a little to lift the next one, the one that had been stacked in the middle. Bent at the waist, I realized how indecent I must look. I kind of froze and lingered in that position for a moment, allowing the policeman to see up the backs of my legs and my pussy lips from behind. Before I lost control of myself, I quickly stood up, bringing the box up as well, pressed against my crotch. Turning around, I hopped down the steps and walked through the grass. Reaching the edge of the property, I was just about to lay the box down and expose my front, when I heard a truck come rolling down the street. I stood where I was, heels together, and watch as the truck pulled over to the side of the road. "Good afternoon, ma'am," the driver said as he lowered the passenger side window. Oh God! I just had a sudden thought. What if these were the friends that were supposed to pick up the boxes! I wasn't ready yet, and I was standing outside half-naked! Then man peered over at me and then noticed the police car. "Is there any trouble, Miss?" My heart beat wildly as I answered, "No… no trouble! I was just cleaning out the house." I made sure to keep the carton held tight and covering me from the tops of my thighs, to just below my bellybutton. The truck driver seemed convinced, and he then asked about some directions, which was the reason he had stopped. Bashfully, I admitted that I was not from around here, and couldn't help him. But then he asked if he could speak to the policeman, if he could point him in the right direction! "No!" I gasped, bouncing the box on my bare pubic mound. "Listen, there is some private… matter going on. I really need to get back inside. Maybe someone at the next address can help you." The driver just shook his head, and floored the gas so that the truck raced forward. I was just about to spin around and hurry back to the house, when I heard him make a quick turn, and come driving back in the opposite direction. Watching him speed back down the road, I figured he must have realized he made a wrong turn. When he was out of sight for good, I dropped the carton of junk to the ground. My arms were aching after that exchange, and I shook them out. In this way, I ran back to the house, not covering up at all! I carefully walked back up the steps of the porch and stood before the rookie cop with my arms at my sides. "What was that about?" he asked, looking me over from head to toe. Licking my lips, I could feel my body heaving from the exertion. "Just someone lost, needed directions. But I couldn't help him." "Well that wasn't very neighborly of you," the cop remarked. "I told you… I'm not from around here!" I said, bouncing up on my toes. Thankfully, the little shirt I was wearing did not ride up, or he would have seen how hard my nipples were! But then the young man simply motioned for me to continue with my labor, carrying the boxes from the front porch to the end of the driveway. I began to wonder why my friends had moved into a house on such a large property. My legs and arms did feel good from the exercise, and my stomach was tight, making me feel sexy. The only thing was, by now, my pussy lips were fairly puckered out. And I was sweating, perspiration mixing with my juices and feminine musk. After about two or three more trips, I started to lose count. I really wanted to get this ordeal over with. Before I knew it, I returned to the porch and saw there weren't any cartons left. I stood with my hands on my hips for a moment, just looking around to make sure I didn't miss anything. Mr. Policeman was leaning against the front door, watching me the whole time. Finally, I gathered up the courage to approach him, keeping a hand discreetly between my legs. "So, um, that's the last of the boxes," I explained, pausing to catch a breath. "Just like I said, I only planned to bring them down to the road to be picked up." The southern cop considered and then said, "You weren't planning on stealing nothing then?" I moved my hands behind my back and shook my head like a shy little girl. "No, Sir. I was only helping my friends…" "That's all you were doing?" he continued to press the line of questioning. "Honestly!" I said, "I was cleaning out this old junk. Promised to get rid of these boxes, and um… clean all the windows." With his arms folded over his chest, the cop turned his head to look at one of the windows that opened out over the front porch. There were streaks of dirt and other grime covering the glass. It was evident the windows had not been washed for quite a while. "They sure do look pretty filthy," the young man admitted. "So how about you get started, Miss Jenna." I took an eager step forward, but then stopped. Over on the other side of the porch there was a bucket of water. I hadn't gotten up to this part, and did not quite have all the supplies I needed. No soap, or sponges… the mop was on the other side of the house. Maybe I could have asked permission to go inside and get some stuff, although I was afraid that might make it seem like I was looking for away to escape. I doubt he would have let me out of his sight, any way. He cleared his throat, and I knew I had better get moving. On my bare toes, I scurried over to the pail of water. Once I got there, I clasped my hands in front of my pussy, entwining my fingers nervously. My juicy round bottom was out there on display, but there was nothing I could do about it! And how was I supposed to clean these windows? I took a deep breath and bit my lip. This was so embarrassing… I began rubbing the back of one leg with my other foot. Lifting my hands, I gripped the bottom of the white tattered T-shirt. Shyly, I glanced over my shoulder and saw the cop just staring at me. So I lifted the material higher, until my full breasts bounced into view. Then I pulled the shirt up over my head… and completely off. Quickly, I dropped the shirt into the bucket… Oh my god! I was buck-naked on the front porch! I couldn't help but turn around completely, letting the cop see me in all my glory. My nipples were so hard! Immediately, I placed one hand in front of my shaved pussy. Crouching down, I was able to reach behind me and retrieve the T-shirt now soaked, keeping my other hand between my legs. I couldn't believe I was about to do this… wash the windows totally nude. As I stood and walked toward the house, I glanced down to see my erect nipples poking out and pointing skyward. My butt cheeks clenched and I sucked my stomach in… oh God, he was seeing all of me! Now that I had taken off my shirt, leaving my back totally bare, the young policeman could appreciate my narrow waist and the way my bottom curve out like two perfect globes. Thinking about this, I could feel my pussy lips unfolding in the palm of my hand. Using one arm, I lifted the rag to the first window. Squeezing the material, I started making circle motions over the glass. Some of the dust and dirt did come off, but it wasn't that effective, since there was no soap. I had to return to the bucket of water to rinse out the T-shirt, the last piece of clothing I had been wearing, before walking back to the window again. This time, as I wiped down the glass, the cop told me to put more effort into it! Turning my head, I pouted a little, then grabbed the cloth with both hands. In this way, I could no longer hide my pussy, but I was able to press harder and rub off more of the dirt. Standing directly in front of the window, my feet were placed about shoulder width apart. I leaned in with my arms stretched out and did a series of squats as I continued to wash the window. Pretty soon, my pink labia were hanging down between my legs, and I was getting excited. When the glass was clean enough that I could make out my own reflection, I was surprised at the sight of my nude body. "Oh!" I gasped, and nearly had an orgasm right there on the porch. Quickly, I hurried back to the pail of water and dunked my rag t-shirt, ringing it out with both hands. But as I walked across the porch, I realized I was growing more and more horny. My pussy was wet, glistening with my juices, and I wanted to make myself cum. I thought about asking the policeman for permission to relieve myself, but that would be too humiliating. Instead, as I stood in front of the next window, I squeezed the wet cloth dripping water between my tits. As the beads of moisture trickled down my bare body, at least the water would mingle with my juices. I couldn't believe he got me out here totally naked, and now the cop was just watching me. The next window proved just as difficult to clean, with only my T-shirt and a bucket of now dirty water. It looked like I was making more streaks over the glass. I sort of felt embarrassed about not doing a good job. Finally I tossed the wet cloth into the pail in frustration. I walked over to stand in front of the young policeman. Feeling completely helpless, I kept my arms at my sides. Although this left my nipples sticking out there and quivering. "Look, I don't think this is working," I said in a regretful tone of voice. "I'm going to need some soap and a real sponge… and maybe dump the water somewhere and refill the bucket…" He regarded me for a moment before smiling and said, "That's all right, ma'am. I do believe you have convinced me." Blushing, I reached behind my head and tugged on my brunette ponytail. "Convinced you?" "Yes, Miss Jenna," he drawled. "I think you proved you only had honest intentions here. I'm impressed with your determination to do a good job cleaning up this house. So I reckon I'll let you get back to work." And just like that, the young man nodded his head and moved to walk past me. The short sleeve of his brown uniform shirt brushed my bare shoulder as he proceeded down the steps and off the porch. I turned around, stunned, completely amazed. I was free! This whole ordeal was over, and I had proven my innocence. Except, standing up here stark naked from head to toe, I didn't feel too innocent. In fact, I was feeling very naughty. When the policeman had made it about half way down the driveway, I sprinted out across the wide front lawn. I wanted to head him off before he got into his police car. I think another truck passed down the road as I jiggled and bounced over the grass, but I didn't care. Reaching the passenger side door, I leaned my bottom against the panel and cupped my hands over my pussy and waited for him. "Is there some other problem?" he asked, eyeing me curiously as he approached. "You shouldn't be out here so close to the road, without any clothes on at all. And nothing to cover up with." Turning my head to look over my shoulder bashfully, I answered, "I know. I suppose you might have to write me up for indecent exposure…" The young man considered. "I might. I'd probably have to take you down to the station…" "Oh!" I gasped, bringing my hands to my mouth. "But… like this? I mean I'm just absolutely nude! Couldn't we work something out?" "I don't know, Miss Jenna. What did you have in mind?" Here, I slowly strolled completely around the vehicle until I was practically standing naked in the middle of the road. I then walked up to the driver side and placed my hands on the roof of the car. With my legs spread apart, I had to lift up on my bare toes, sticking my bare ass in the air. I would be so humiliated to be caught in this position, but I deserved it. I twisted my head around to watch the policeman swing around the back of the car. "I… I need you to spank me?" "I guess you have been a bit of a bad girl," he admitted as he positioned himself behind me. He placed his hand on my back, and at first contact, my whole body tingled. Then he ran his fingers slowly down the curve of my back, causing my nipples to harden so much they hurt, and I knew my clitoris had poked out of its hood. As his hand moved closer and closer to my butt, the more turned on I was becoming, and I could already feel a climax building. And then he started spanking me, fully nude, on the side of the road. He alternated between my butt cheeks, gently at first but then more firmly until my bottom was bright pink. It didn't take long for him to make me cum. Pretty soon, I was dancing on my toes and bucking my hips as I had a massive orgasm. I was vaguely aware of a car speeding past us. Or maybe slowing down to have a look… "OHHHH YESSS!" I cried out in final release. I spun around and leaned against the door, waiting to see if he would finish me off with some finger action. Certainly, my shaved pussy was opened up invitingly. But he was very polite, patiently waiting for me to catch my breath. I was so spent! The young man then suggested I should return inside and get dressed. He advised that I rest up before continuing any more work. But first I told him to wait one more moment. He said that he really needed to be on his way, but agreed to wait. I turned around and ran back to the house, actually jogging around the side where I had been earlier cleaning up. I found my discarded shorts and sneakers, and brought these back to the cop. "I'd like you to take these with you," I said shyly. "You know… like evidence, or something." The young man scratched his head, and then opened the passenger side door. He took my clothes and tossed them on the seat. My shirt, of course, was ruined… wet and dirty and ripped behind recognition. So I didn't bother to bring that. The cop said good-bye and moved around to climb back in behind the wheel. He then drove off, leaving me standing on the side of the property in my birthday suit. "Oh my Gosh!" I squealed, and ran back to the house, my breasts and butt bouncing like crazy. Only to my great surprise, I found the front door locked! A search around the other entrances on the premises found them locked as well! If I had the key on me, it would have been… in my shorts! Lost in thought, trying to figure out what to do, I walked back toward the front yard, totally naked, my arms swinging lazily at my sides. And then the friends of my friends pulled into the driveway in their pick-up truck… THE END
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Whatever happened to Jenna? Is she still around somewhere?
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Oh yeah, I still chat with her from time to time. She mostly keeps a low profile, but is still into ENF fantasies.
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Our loss because: A - Although she was a shooting star, and was around far shorter than others, she really made a mark in the genre both with the sites she started and her own fantasies and contributions. B - I only corresponded with her a few times, but she seemed vary smart and well spoken. I can't deny that I would have loved the chance to discuss her fantasies in more detail. A good pen-pal for ENF is really hard to find! LOL!
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