Thomas' idea

I can't believe I have to do this, Camilla thought. At least it's the middle of the night.

Her nerves were on fire but she kept working with the rake as quietly as she could manage. The blades of grass lightly tickled the bottom of her bare feet as she stepped forward. She kept glancing around, making sure the lights in the neighboring houses were still dark. Feeling as safe as she felt she ever could in this situation, she continued to gather the fallen autumn leaves into a pile.

"That's good for one bag I think," Thomas said, pointing the flashlight at the heap of yellow and orange foliage at her feet. He glanced at his watch. "Hair less than nine minutes. Get that bagged and you're halfway there, either way."

Helen stood up from the lawn chair and walked a plastic bag out to her mom. Camilla could barely look her daughter in here eyes as she took it from her hand, but could tell Helen was smirking and looking around at the houses herself.

"It's like you want me to get caught," she whispered to her daughter.

"No, I really don't. Someone might call the cops," she whispered back, still grinning. "But it's pretty amusing, mom." She turned away, a tiny snicker escaping her mouth, as she returned to her seat.

Camilla laid the rake on the ground to her side, squatted down and opened the plastic trash bag and started pushing the leaves in. Her C cup breasts fell away from her chest as she leaned forward, reminding Camilla of her complete nudity all the more. Soon the bag was full, not jam packed but she hoped she would be allowed to get away with that. She twisted the opening closed, lightly tossed it aside and grabbed the rake before standing back up.

Thomas moved the flashlight towards another cluster of leaves and she followed it and started sweeping the rake over the lawn again. He kept the light on the ground, as he had promised, never illuminating her body. Not that she felt it was dark enough that any spying neighbors wouldn't be able to tell she was wholly undressed. The moon was over half full and provided just enough illumination to keep her from feeling totally concealed by the darkness. The idea of anyone seeing her like this, her breasts, her ample hips and butt, her trimmed pubic hair, cranked her jitters back up. She tried to focus on the chore in front of her, and not on her lack of clothing.

"Thirteen minutes," Thomas quietly spoke.

Camilla had been **** to not agree to this, but she'd always prided herself on being a woman of her word. When she heard out Helen's idea first then Thomas' idea, this seemed like the lesser of two evils. They'd agreed to do this after midnight, in the back yard so she wouldn't have to worry about passing cars, and all she had to do was clean up leaves for either twenty minutes or two full bags, whichever came first. She knew there was minimal chance she would be seen, and the neighbors who could view their yard would all be asleep. Between this and Helen's plan, which guaranteed her full exposure, she'd eventually agreed to some late night yard work in the buff despite never wanting to be remotely nude in public in her life. Modesty ran deep in her veins.

The second pile of leaves was coming to shape in front of her. She didn't ask how much time was left. Thomas was checking his watch consistently and knew he'd tell her if she hit twenty minutes. She picked up the pace a hair, still trying to keep any noise down but hoping to get a second bag done before the full twenty minutes came up. Getting back inside even mere seconds faster was her goal.

Soon she had enough leaves gathered. She whispered "bag" and Helen came over with it. She still smiled over her mom's predicament. Camilla tried to ignore it and started bagging the leaves again. The flashlight shied away from her slightly, still allowing her to see what she was doing but better hiding her from any unknown viewers. Soon the pile was cleaned up. She twisted the bag closed and set it next to the first one.

"Thirty seconds to go," her son said.

She turned towards the back door of the house and began walking her way to safety. She tried to keep a calm expression as she walked past Thomas and Helen, even though her face was afire with a strong blush. Thomas stood behind her and stepped onto the lawn to grab the two bags while Camilla strode back into her house and out of view.

Okay, she thought, walking back to her bedroom and clothing. That's over. I can live with what happened there.