[Helmhood]

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.