I was just filling in some time at the park when I noticed her. I'd found a secluded little spot where I could watch the world go past without being seen myself and was just relaxing and watching.
It was getting on towards dinner time and the light was slowly fading, when this young woman came sneaking around a bush, trying to go somewhere, but pretty determined not to have anyone spot her.
I had to look twice to make sure my eyes weren't deceiving me, because at first glance she looked as though she was naked. A second, harder look just confirmed the first. She was starkers. A third, careful scrutiny told me that she was young, twenty maximum, shapely, had a nice figure and looked quite healthy and fit. It also showed me that she shaved down there. A very nice picture indeed.
It seemed to me that she looked just a wee bit nervous. I wondered if that had anything to do with her nudity. She didn't seem to be streaking, just sidling along, staying close to bushes, as though she was ready to duck behind them at any second.
I came out of my little hideaway and wandered over to her. For someone who was trying to look everywhere at once she should have learned to look behind her.
"Ah, excuse me, miss," I said, "but you seem to have a problem."
It occurred to me that she hadn't heard what I'd said over her own sudden scream, so I politely repeated it.
The young woman spun around to face me, remembered she was naked and tried to cover her privacy, looked around for a bush to hide behind and finally just squeaked at me.
"Um, it seems to me," I said, "that you seem to have a problem in the clothing area. Why don't you step into my office so we're out of the public eye and you can tell me what's gone wrong."
"Office?" she asked. "What office?"
"A figure of speech," I told her. "Just step over here and you will find we're in a protected little nook where you can relax, knowing we're out of sight of a cruel and judgemental world."
Laying my fingers against her elbows I pressed lightly, coaxing her to step through the entrance to my little boudoir.
The young woman looked around and it dawned on her that she was out of sight of the main park. We could look between branches and see out, but it was damned near impossible to look in.
I persuaded her to sit on the grass and then suggest she tell me her story.
"I was robbed," she said bitterly. "I'd been taking a walk in the park and then I fed the ducks down by the pond. After that I just sat on the grass and relaxed. I guess I dozed off in the hot afternoon, because the next thing I knew I was being woken up by these two bag ladies.
They had my tights and undies half off before I even knew what was going on, then one of them held me while the other pulled off my top things. I didn't have my purse with me but they did pinch my phone. Then they pushed me over and went on their way, telling me not to try and follow.
Follow? I was naked. All I wanted to do was hide. I sneaked behind some bushes until just now. I was about to try and sneak home when you popped up."
"An unfortunate occurrence," I sympathised. "Not to worry. I'll let you have my top afterwards and that will let you get safely home. Um, how old are you? I was thinking twenty."
"Nineteen, actually, and I appreciate the offer of the shirt. I didn't know what I was going to do. Ah, what did you mean afterwards? After what?"
"After I've been generously thanked, of course," I said. "I mean, you are naked and I am a man so I know you'll want to show your gratitude and I'm quite happy to accept it."
"My gratitude? Are you hinting you expect me to have sex with you?"
"Hinting I want sex? Definitely not. Telling you that you're going to have sex with me, yes. You know you want to, after all."
