Helena O’Neal

Part One

Helena O’Neal left her suburban home one Monday morning feeling no different than usual. The birds chirped lightly in the air, It smelled of dew from last night’s rain and the lawn was wet under her bare feet. Mr. Harvey was out front mowing his lawn, and a light wind stirred up, causing Helena’s pink nipples to stiffen, goosebumps to rise on her pale bare 36D breasts, and a pleasant coolness ran across Helena’s shaven pussy.

Yes, she was completely naked outdoors, in full view of her neighbors and anyone who happened to be passing by. Six months prior, she would have gone into a full brown panic attack had anyone ever suggested this to her. Now here she stood without a stitch on her body, and Helena simply stood there, letting the morning rays of sun soak into her perfectly nude form.

She suddenly remembered where she was, and checked the clock. “Shit,” Helena swore to herself, “I’m late for work!”