A mysterious beauty...

I turned my head to look behind me. It was an unfamiliar voice, but somehow she knew my name from spotting me, nude and on my hands and knees from behind. I briefly realized that I was flashing my bare bottom and naked penis and balls at her, but the thought was quickly replaced when I took her in, my jaw dropping at the sheer elegant, mature beauty of the woman.

She was unusually tall, definitely a statuesque stunner. She was a curvaceous woman in a pair of denim capri pants, slip-on brown shoes, and a thin yellow sweater. Her breasts were full, heavy, and huge, matching her curves to give her a mature look, but the serene air around her also gave her an aura of class. Her brunette hair was wavy and reached the small of her back, bangs covering one eye. Her eyes were an almost amber-like brown, showing wisdom beyond her mid-twenties age. Her pale skin emphasized a slight flush to her cheeks while the stud earrings in her ears complimented her overall elegance. Really, she likely wasn't much older than me, so her look gave me the impression of a "MILF-in-training." She was so beautiful, I didn't even have time or brain power to realize that I was still stark nude in front of her! And she knew my name despite me having never seen her before!

"Jake... It is you," she said, making eye contact with me as she brushed some of her hair behind her ear. I could only stare slack-jawed as she bent at the waist, her breasts swinging beneath her and flashing me a hint of her deep cleavage, face closer to mine now. The scent of flowers met my nose. "Jake, why are you out here naked? Are you in trouble?"

She reached forward, causing me to flinch, fear filling me that she might hurt me or call the police. Instead, her hands gently grasped my shoulders. Her fingers were dexterous like those of a craftsman or surgeon, with long manicured fingernails and a touch so delicate it was like she was afraid she'd break me. More guiding me than pulling me, she brought me to my bare feet. As I stood face-to-face with her at my full height, I truly realized how much taller she was. My head was level enough with her bust that a hug would bring my nose right into her cleavage.

I was stunned as this woman ruffled and straightened my bleached hair with one hand, the other gently rubbing my naked back. Her attention was downright nurturing and having just moments ago been about to cry in despair, I now found the tears coming because of a different reason.