Part one.
I'm a walker, and I love to explore the many trails two blocks west of my house. Most trails run along a creek or the river it flows into a little further south. Surprisingly, even though the area is inside the city limits, few people are encountered on the trails, especially on weekday mornings when most folks are at work. It makes for a relaxing walk in nature, one that I enjoy 3 to 4 days a week. I usually walk about five miles to keep in shape, but much longer walks are there for the taking.
I work at our local airport as an air traffic controller on the evening or second shift. Walking seems to keep my stress level in check, which is important for my job responsibilities and health as I enter my forties. My marriage to a woman with a gambling addiction ended six years ago. It was about that time when I discovered the benefits of walking to cope with my problems, and it also helped me lose 20 pounds. I feel terrific today in my 5-foot-10-inch frame, at 175 pounds. Standing naked and gazing into the mirror with my baby blues, I am nothing more and nothing less than an average size man in all physical respects.
Mental toughness is a strength of mine, and I've been told that I have a great sense of humor. Yes, I do love to laugh, and I enjoy the company of my handful of close friends. All my closest friends are males. We fish, bowl, play tennis, drink beer, and watch sports on TV when we get together. Being on the second shift does limit my social time, as none of my friends work the same shift I do. I consider my work schedule a trade-off. It's more laid back at work and ideal for enjoying nature during the day, but sometimes I feel lonely and like I am missing out on life. Romantic relationships are also tougher to find and nurture, though I've managed to have several. I haven't had a girlfriend since last year; unfortunately, our different schedules never matched, so we eventually broke up.
On a Tuesday in early May, I was on my way down to the creek when I noticed a large poster attached to a power pole. "LOST FEMALE CAT. GET A $300.00 REWARD FOR FINDING HER. I am praying to get her back; she has been missing since Friday night." The owner, Kat Johnson, has provided her phone number and address. Included is a picture of an all-white cat with the name Angel below it. I thought, 300 bucks; she must truly love her kitty. I did understand her feelings because I also have a pet cat, and he is special to me. I noticed she lives one block south and two blocks west of me. Her house must be right above the creek and obviously much closer to it than mine. I had never met her, nor did I have any idea who she was. I remember thinking, I hope she finds her Angel.
The following day was clear and very warm. Around 9:30 am I left home on foot; I planned on taking a super long walk. I carried along my backpack so I could bring a light lunch and a frozen bottle of water that doubled as an ice pack and then a cool drink as it melted. I was walking along the creek towards the river when I noticed something white across the creek from me. At first, I thought it was an albino grey squirrel, but then closer up, I saw it was a cat. It had to be Angel, the missing cat, and I wondered how she had gotten over to the other side of the creek, away from her home. There are walking bridges over the creek, but none nearby, and most cats don't like to swim.
How can I catch this cat? Then I remembered that I had a chicken sandwich in my backpack. The cat had to be hungry; she probably hadn't eaten anything since last Friday when she disappeared. I called her name, and she just looked warily at me. I thought she might run, but I had to try to catch her. The creek is only about two feet deep in this area, and I was wearing shorts as usual for this time of year. I didn't want to frighten her or waste time, so I waded across about twenty feet to the cat's right with my walking shoes on. I sat down on a huge rock on the creek's edge and took the things out of my backpack. I called Angel and showed her some chicken from my sandwich, and to my surprise, she came right over. The poor cat was starving, and she even let me pet her. When she least expected it, I swiftly grabbed her and shoved her into the main compartment of my backpack and placed my lunch into a separate section. I had to get her back home, and that was the only way.
I didn't have my cell phone to call, so I walked with the cat on my back nearly a mile to the owner's address. I hoped someone would be home. By this time the cat was freaking out. I rang and rang the doorbell, but there was no answer. I had a big problem: what was I going to do with this cat? I wondered if the owner could possibly be outside in the backyard. I saw a chain-link fence with a gate on the east side of the house. I felt uncomfortable walking into a stranger's yard, but I was getting desperate to unload this cat. The cat was yowling inside my backpack. The property was adjacent to woodlands that run down to the creek on two sides, making the backyard totally secluded except for one neighbor, a vacant lot away on the left or east side. While I walked toward the back of the house, I shouted several times, "Hello, anyone home?" There was no reply. Upon reaching the back of the home, I noticed a wooden privacy fence that extended out from the house and around. I figured it protected a pool or something. I still hadn't heard anything, and I couldn't see through the fence.
I opened a self-closing gate next to the house, stepped inside, and uttered, "Hello, anyone?" and then froze. In my line of sight, only 6 feet away and facing me, was a completely naked woman sunning herself on a patio. She wore headphones and had her eyes closed. I watched as her hips gyrated around on a chaise to some kind of music. I thought, oh my God, maybe I can sneak back out before she notices me. However, I found it difficult to retreat as her beauty instantly captivated me. I saw lush, dark brown hair framing a lovely face, super nice, bigger than average tits, perfectly toned legs, and a well-groomed landing strip of dark hair above her fully exposed pink pussy lips. Those alluring lips swirled along with her hip movements; it was a sight to behold. I started to back up slowly when the cat shrieked. Evidently, her loud song was over, and she heard the noise. Her eyes opened wide, and she yelled, "What the fuck?" My heart sank; I was in serious trouble.
I figured that she would scream wildly and run inside to call the police. Apparently, she had walked out to her concealed patio with only a small towel around her waist, so she could only cover her bottom, and she did that in a flash. Her beautiful boobs were still on display. Hoping beyond hope that I could explain, I shouted, "Please forgive me, ma'am; I was looking to find someone home. If you're Kat Johnson, I found your cat!" Instantly, I watched her mood change from one of alarm to glee.
The lady was overjoyed when she received my news and obviously forgot or didn't care that she was still topless. She jumped up from the chaise with her towel tucked around itself and came over to me. I let Angel out, and she ran around the enclosed patio. Unexpectedly, the pretty woman jumped right into my arms. She hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. She exclaimed, "Yes, I'm Kat, thank you, thank you so much!" She had become emotional, and her tears were flowing. I felt her soft tits right through my tee shirt as she pressed her ample breasts against me. It only lasted a few seconds; even so, if I hadn't been so fearful and surprised, my cock would have responded big time.
I felt like saying, my pleasure; however, that didn't seem proper at all, so I said, "You're very welcome, Kat." I couldn't help but admire this near-naked woman with her bare tits only inches away from me. I found myself secretly hoping the loosely secured towel would slip off; I was harboring naughty thoughts that I couldn't deny. All too soon, she noticed my flushed face and caught me ogling her spectacular breasts.
Kat immediately covered her light brown nipples that were protruding out about half an inch with her forearms and said, "Sorry, I am so embarrassed; I don't know what got into me. Will you kindly meet me at the front door in about 10 minutes?" Actually, Kat was more exhilarated than embarrassed.
"Sure."
The weather hadn't been allowing much sun worshipping so far this spring, so on this sunny day Kat had planned to finally work on her overall tan. She hated tan lines and loved the feeling of the sun on her bare skin. Sunbathing in the nude was a liberating feeling she greatly enjoyed every summer. Along with the sun's nurturing warmth, being naked made Kat feel like she was part of nature and just plain sexy. There was also something exciting about the slight risk of being seen that gave her a thrill. Despite having exposed herself several times away from home, where no one could discover her identity, today's incident marked the first time someone who probably lived nearby had caught her in an au naturel state on her patio. Instead of feeling mortified, the man's ogling and body language made her feel very desirable and naughty at the same time. After all, Kat was proud of the way she looked, and he definitely confirmed her body's continued allure. This guy seemed non-threatening and nice enough, so facing him again wasn't going to be the least bit troubling in her mind.
I needed to calm down, so the 10 minutes it took for her to open the front door was all good. The striking view this lady gave me of her body was going to be etched in my mind forever. This was especially true given that I hadn't seen a naked woman in many months or even dated one with clothes on for that matter. Every guy has his own preference when it comes to what female appearance they find most attractive looks-wise; already I knew this stunningly gorgeous lady was just my type. She owns a near-perfect figure that I guessed to be 36C-24-36 or close to it. Her beautiful face looked familiar somehow; however, in my somewhat unsettled state, I couldn't seem to place her.
When she opened the door, I noticed right away her casual yet demure attire; the baggy T-shirt covered a bra, and she wore longish shorts. On her feet she had on a pair of slippers. She had brushed her hair and put on a little lipstick and makeup. She looked like one in a million. Cheerfully she said, "Come on in." It seemed like nothing embarrassing had ever happened between us.
