[Helmhood]

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