There was absolutely nothing good on television that night as Gary flipped through the channels. He felt just as worthless as his infamous cable provider after having been laid off of work for the second time that year. He felt even more worthless for he was sure his wife of five years was cheating on him. She has continually been coming home later and later from the office, and while she claimed it has just been a busy month which called for late hours at work, but he knew better. He had heard the whispers on the phone and watched her outfits to work become more and more revealing. He had not wanted to go so far as actually accusing her of adultery, but at the same time he couldn't blame her; he was worthless.
So Gary, the unemployed man of thirty-six, sat on his couch in his white tank top and jeans. Half empty bottle in hand and his feet without shoes, he sat in the darkness and flipped the channels up and down, hoping to find something that would distract him from his own self-pity. His mind wandered from ideas of seeking unemployment benefits to having to find a new apartment to live alone in back to searching online for any new job he could get. He had heard Burger Barn was hiring. If he could land that, his wife was sure to leave him.
With another swing from his warming bottle of beer, Gary accepted that even television was out to ruin his life. He pressed the kill button on his remote and the last source of light in his living room went out. All that was left was the powerful moon outside beaming its borrowed light in through his sliding glass door. He could still see the cooling television in the darkness across from him, slightly glowing in his eyes as he finished the remains of his beer.
Done with his brew, Gary rose up from the couch and headed toward the kitchen of the apartment. The wind blew in from the screen of his sliding glass door to the city outside, cooling his bare shoulders as he tossed the bottle into the bin. The lights of the world outside brightened as Gary assumed the lights of a helicoptered buzzed his house, for he heard the roaring of something flying in the distance. The noise nor the lights bothered him as he continued to walk back through his living room to close the glass door and sleep his sorrows away.
As Gary reached across the doorway and grabbed onto the latch of the glass door he realized that the lights of the helicopter had not moved from his small balcony. He also realized that the sounds of the flying machine were gone. The air was silent and the light continued to beam down upon his eyes as he looked up into it. It was blinding, bright, white, and warm. Afraid, Gary stepped back into his apartment as the beam of light seemed to come down towards him. He was so confused by the white light that he forgot to latch the door shut. He stood there upon his carpet in his bare feet and jeans as the light seemed to lower down upon his balcony. Finally the light dimmed before Gary's eyes and he pulled his arm from his vision. He looked out through his screen door and saw the impossible standing on his cement balcony.
Before him was a naked girl; a ravishing, young, completely naked girl whose body seemed to glow with a faint white aura. This girl, a girl who looked eighteen and not even out of high school, just stood on Gary's balcony as if she needed to be there. Without saying a word, the young girl just stood there before him, allowing Gary to see her nudity and doing absolutely nothing to hide her exceptional body. Upon touching down on his balcony outside, she turned and saw Gary looking back at her through the screen door. As she caught the man looking at her naked body, she smiled and coyly turned to him with her fingernail placed between her white teeth. Gary found his eyes roaming up from her bare toes along her long, slender legs. Her free hand rested calmly against her tight hip, hips that hugged her bare pussy and drew Gary's eyes inside. His eyes continued up her firm stomach and tiny waist, up around her fabulously firm D-cup, breasts. His eyes soon realized that it was not a white light that was still radiating from her body but feathery, bright white wings that were brushing in the winds behind her. These angelic wings flapped softly as Gary's eyes continued along her young, ravishing face and through her long, silky, red hair that fell down her back. It was as Gary's eyes caught site of a glowing, white ring above her silky red hair that he realized this girl was not just any girl.
Gary quickly realized this teenager was actually an angel. A real angel.
With her bare toes upon the cement, the angelic teen stepped towards the screen door. She didn't touch the screen door as she stepped closer, yet it still opened for her without anything touching it. She slipped her naked body through the doorway, allowing her glowing halo to light up Gary's living room. She tucked her giant, white wings back behind her so they could fit through the doorway. Feathers calmly fell to the ground while Gary just stood in silence. As the naked redhead with wings stepped onto his carpet and stood before him, she placed her hands on her firm hips and pressed her young breasts forward. As she did so, the screen door slid closed behind her all on its own, along with the shades of the door so that no one else could see this naked beauty.
"Have you seen my gown, Gary?" the young angel asked as she stood before him completely naked.
"Wha ... what?" Gary asked, still completely mesmerized by the perfect body of the winged teenager.
"My gown. I lost it." The redhead said. She turned her vision all over Gary's apartment as if she was expecting to find her angelic gown in his home.
"I ... I don't know ... who are you?" Gary asked.
"Dammit." The angel said, ignoring his question. "I can't go home like this."
The redheaded angel then presented her naked body to Gary, demanding that he look at it as if he had not realized she was naked. Of course Gary had realized the naked nudity. How could he not see how astonishingly gorgeous she was? This young girl's body was nothing short of perfection. He longed to feel her curves, running his hand along her breasts and down her tiny waist. He begged to get his hands around her body and upon her tight ass. He felt his cock pressing outward against his jeans as it thickened. It was as if his cock was trying to reach out and grab this teenage girl with wings as it pressed firmly against his zipper.
"Gary, you shouldn't think like that. You're married." The angel said. "Does your wife have something I can wear?"
With those words, the teenager with wings suddenly floated up off the ground above the carpet and drifted over towards the hallway that lead towards Gary's bedroom. She didn't flap her wings as her naked body suddenly levitated off of the ground. She merely tried to look over Gary's shoulder down the hall as Gary stood between her and his wife's wardrobe.
