Miracle on Slutty 4th Street Ch. 08

Tim was so lost by this shocking sight that he momentarily forgot to look at the rest of her. For the first time he was able to take in all of her. Her long, firm legs as she stood almost knee-deep in the snow. Her bare vagina, with just a small strip of hair. Her sexy navel and her fit, flat belly. And looking up top, another fact became clear. She was very beautiful. Gorgeous, almost model-like, with silky smooth blonde tresses falling past her shoulders. With her sharp blue eyes and smooth, sensuous lips, she was truly stunning. And with her blonde hair and fair complexion, she almost seemed Nordic. Combined that with the fact that she was in the snow, she reminded of him of a girl you would see on the ski slopes. But the question was why she was here, standing at the edge of the forest. And why was she completely nude?

Tim blinked his eyes over and over, wondering if she was a figment of his sleepy mind, but she never went away. He then scratched his arm, wondering if this was a dream he needed to wake up from. But this was no dream, and she never went away. He moved to the backdoor, wondering if this somehow was a trick of the light at the other window, but no, she was still there.

Okay, she was definitely real.

Then Tim became concerned. Was she in trouble? Did she need help? That might make sense, but when he looked at her face, she seemed calm. Unconcerned. She didn't seem to be in trouble. But as the snow picked up slightly, he could have sworn he saw her lips moving, as if she was calling out to him. Tim, careful to be quiet, unlocked the backdoor and cracked it open, listening for a voice from outside.

The winds were swirling loudly, forcing him to focus, and listen in with all his concentration. He didn't hear words, but after a few seconds, he heard a voice. Carrying on the wind, a smooth, wordless song... a very calming, warm, beckoning song... erasing his fear. It didn't say anything, but at the same time, it called out to him, wanting him to come closer. And it almost seemed like if he could just get a little closer, he would be able to hear something more definitive. Maybe hear the words that were deadened in the blowing winds and falling snow.

He had to go out there.

Suddenly energized, and with a plan, he reclosed the door and moved to the laundry room next to the backdoor. There were some winter clothes hanging there, and he pulled both a sweater and a pair of jeans over his pajamas.

As he pulled on some boots and a coat, now cutoff from both the view of the outside and the sounds of that song, he started to think twice. What was he doing? This couldn't possibly be real. This was a trick of the mind. Maybe he was dreaming. But if he was dreaming, then there would be no reason not to play this out. And if this woman was out there, in trouble, calling for help, he couldn't live with himself if he didn't do anything about it. He pulled some gloves and a hat on, and as he stepped out onto the back porch, and the song on the winds hit his ears again, his doubts were instantly erased.

He had to go.

Stepping off the porch and into the yard, he could still see the woman standing there at the edge of the forest. The snow was dense and heavy, forcing him to stomp deeply through it, a task that was not so easy to do. Moving towards her, the falling snow obscured his vision, and the sharp, icy flakes blowing against his face caused him to look away. All he could follow was the song in the wind, getting louder as he got closer. Getting far enough away from the house that he felt comfortable speaking up, he called out to her.

"Hello!?" he called out. At the same time, he looked back up, braving the blowing snow driving right into his face. At the same moment his eyes landed on the woman once again, she turned around and began walking away.

"Hey!" he called out again, watching as she began walking deeper into the forest. Tim, despite the snow pelting his face, couldn't help but let his eyes drift down to the woman's bare ass. Wow... it was just as impressive as her breasts. Perfectly formed, each cheek round and firm, her heart-shaped ass shook side to side hypnotically as she moved. And as she walked away, she glanced back at Tim, looking to see if he was following.

This couldn't be real, Tim thought. He was following a nude blonde with titanic breasts and an immaculate ass into the forest. This had to be a dream, right? It sure did feel real though. He could feel the snow. He could feel the cold. He could hear the crunching of the snow beneath his boots. And he could hear the song on the wind.

He could barely describe it. It was subtle, but it was there. Soft, beautiful, ethereal. He couldn't compare it to anything he'd ever heard, but it was among the most beautiful things he'd ever listened to. It was like a song you could hear in the background behind a din of noise, and you wanted nothing more than to silence everything else, jam your ear near a speaker, crank up the song, and let it wash all over you. The song on the wind alone was enough to compel him forward. The fact the source of it seemed to be a naked woman with a perfect body was besides the point.

Sure, Tim was not above the sins of the flesh, as evidenced by his time with Esmerelda. And yes, even now as a married man, he could let his mind drift when encountering a pretty lady. But he had never been a cheater or anything like that. He was incredibly loyal to any girl he'd dated, almost too loyal. He was just happy to have a girl interested enough to actually date him that he didn't want to blow it. It's not that he wasn't handsome... far from it. He was a very handsome man, and when he cleaned up and dressed up all nice he could get a lot of attention. His natural habits kept him in good shape, and if he tried, he could really make heads turn. Decently tall, with a good head of dark short hair, friendly hazel eyes, and an infectious smile, he was easy to get along with. He had that charm, and he could do a good job in holding himself back and not going over the top and being too smarmy. But he never thought that any girls would take him seriously, and at times, he didn't take himself too seriously. Sure, he didn't have the greatest work ethic in the world, and he would rather laze about or play video games or shoot some hoops than actually do anything that added value to the world. So, when a girl could look past all that stuff and actually show interest in dating him, he didn't want to ruin it.

Sure, certain bodily features of women would still catch his attention, namely tits and ass, but he would never let things go far enough to ruin things. He could look, but he would never touch. And besides... Viv was no slouch. She was hot. Her ass was firm and perky, and her C-cups were enough to get the job done. He was satisfied with his wife in every way. Sure, this mystery woman had blimp-like tits and an immaculate, perfectly formed, mouth-watering rear end, but that wasn't what was driving him into action.

Not in the slightest.

Tim reached the tree-line where the woman had once been standing. Shielded slightly from the blowing snow by the trees, he searched in the darkness, looking into the forest. There! He saw her, still walking away, deeper into the woods.

"Hey!" he called out again, following her, trying to speed up so he could catch up to her. But it was tough, as he had to stomp through the snow. Despite it being the dead of night, the forest seemed to be lit by moonlight, allowing him to see at a time when he didn't think he would. When he looked up and saw her walking, her bare ass catching his attention, the deep dark crevasse in between arresting his attention as her ass shook side-to-side, again and again... well, uh, anyway. As he saw her walking, she didn't seem to have the same trouble he was having, gliding through the snow in an almost otherworldly way, as if the snow wasn't an issue for her.

Something registered as being off about her. She was naked in the freezing cold. She was moving away from him as he chased after her, leading him into the forest. And as she walked so easily through the deep snow, he was almost sure something was not right about her, but in the swirling snow and blowing wind and bracing cold, he didn't have time to think on it too much.

He followed her into the forest. Even though he had on a sweater and coat, heavy jeans, gloves and a hat, the chill was starting to get to him. It was freezing out, and he was starting to feel it in his bones. But he was undeterred, following the mystery woman. When he would look up, he'd catch a glimpse of her, still far away from him. And when he'd lose sight of her, he'd listen for the music, following it as it got louder. Traipsing through the trees, climbing over fallen logs, moving deeper into the forest, he kept following this woman.

This went on for a bit, catching a glimpse of this woman as he chased after her. Every so often, she would glance back at him, smiling as she saw him still following. But as this went on, he started to get concerned. He was far away from home at this point, and looking around, he started to get confused about which way he'd come from. On top of that, he started to lose her path, with her disappearing from view, and the song fading into near silence. As this happened, his thoughts cleared somewhat, and logic returned to him. What was he doing? This was silly! This girl didn't appear to be in danger. She seemed playful. Like she wanted to lead him along. Maybe he should just turn back. If anyone caught him doing this, the jokes he would hear... they would not let up.

Steeling his resolve, he decided to turn back. He turned around, a bit confused as to which way he came from. Seeing his tracks in the snow, he nodded to himself, following the path that led him here. But as he walked back the way he came, nothing looked familiar. Nothing looked recognizable. He saw no lights from the houses. No signs of life. For a moment, he got scared.

Then... the music. The song! It was getting louder as he moved back the way he came. Having no other benchmark to go on, he veered slightly in the direction the song was coming from, the melody getting louder as he did so, carrying on the wind in the blowing snow. And then, for the first time in five minutes or so, the woman returned to his view, closer than she'd ever been, maybe thirty feet away.

"Hey!" he called out. "I only want to help."

He kept his eyes on her as he followed, veering off to the side to do so. With a better view, he could have glanced at the way her legs glided through the snow as if it provided zero resistance. He could have watched her shimmering blonde hair as she walked. He could have watched her bare, sashaying ass as she led him along. But what he did notice was that her tits were so fucking big that they could be seen from behind her, jiggling heavily as she walked. Even in the bracing cold, and the swirling winds, lost in the middle of the forest, the one thing on top of his mind at that very moment was the massive size of her breasts. God, they were just so fucking big...

From this distance, the song was hitting him much more clearly than it had before, and it became evident even more so that the song was coming from her. But the song did not sound like one a human voice was capable of singling. It was so beautiful... so enticing... it kept drawing him forwards.

"Hello!" he said again, but she was undeterred, continuing to glide through the snow, unaffected by his words. "Can you hear me?" he asked. At this, she glanced back at him again over her shoulder, her smooth lips curling into a smile before turning away again, mouth moving as the song echoed through the woods.

Boots still crunching in the snow, he wondered if he was a fool for still following, but this seemed so otherworldly that he just had to keep going. Even though this seemed so crazy that it was almost dreamlike, he kept following the music. Following the naked woman into the depths of the forest.

Suddenly, the woman turned a corner around a big tree, and when he made the same turn, she was just gone. He paused, looking around, seeing no sign of her in the darkness. He searched for her footprints, and found none, but then again, he hadn't seen her footprints at any point throughout this whole thing. Spinning around, confused, he didn't know where to go. Then... wait. A noise. It almost sounded like flowing water. It seemed to be coming from a bit deeper in the woods, a little farther in the direction the woman had turned towards. Looking forwards, he saw an area further along this pathed that almost looked to be glowing in the darkness. Having no other idea of where to go, and not knowing if he could get back even if he wanted to, he proceeded onwards.

Despite not being able to see the woman, the voice singing that sweet song that was carrying on the wind was getting clearer as he moved forwards, towards the glowing area. Tim kept looking around, almost afraid the woman would jump out of the darkness, but there was no one. Nothing. As he moved forward, the glowing area got closer and closer. When he got close enough, he realized the light seemed to be coming from what looked to be an almost vertical rip in the darkness, but when he got even closer, it was revealed to be light shining in a small crevasse between hills, its source hidden behind them. And as he got nearer, the song kept calling out to him, louder than ever before, beckoning him. When he got to the crevasse, the narrow path between the two hills, he decided that he was so far along the path of this thing that he knew he had to go even further. He had to play this out. The answer was between these hills. He just knew it, and intellectual curiosity wouldn't let him stop now. Turning so he could slide through the narrow crevasse, his front and back brushing along the opposing hillsides, he finally slid through the narrow gap and entered the opening beyond it.

And what he saw made his eyes go wide.

It... it was beautiful.

What was bared to his eyes could only be described as a winter wonderland. A snowy tableau of natural winter beauty. He was standing near the edge of a pristine forest pond, the water crystal clear. The snow-covered earth he was standing on jutted out slightly into the pond so you could stand there and have the water nearly all around you. In the middle of the pond was a small island, and on it, a large tree stood, it's branches heavy with snow as it stood over the pond. On the far side of the pond was a slightly rocky hillside, quite steep. It looked like it'd be hard to climb up unless you had experience with that type of thing. From up high on it were two small waterfalls, feeding more clear water into the pond at a steady, calm rate. Looking up, about five or six feet below the summit, was an outcropping that would allow someone to walk along it. There were three or four separate parts of the outcropping that jutted out towards the pond, allowing someone to get over it and look down. And on the wall of this hillside were what seemed to be a set of caves, but there appeared to be nothing up there.

The whole area was eerily beautiful, coated with heavy snow, which added an extra layer of silence to this otherworldly place. And what added to that otherworldly feeling was how bright it was. It was as if there were bright lights illuminating this area all around, but there were no sources of light to be seen. And still, he could still hear that song, but it almost seemed to be echoing from every corner of this place, coming from an unidentifiable source. Tim kept looking around, confused, seeing no one or nothing, the surrounding areas bathed in darkness. Finally, he turned back to face the pond and took a step towards it, studying it, trying to make heads or tails of this whole thing. As he did so, the music began to fade, to the point where he wasn't sure if he was still hearing it or only hearing the echoes of it in his mind. He was starting to wonder if...

"Hello," a voice said softly from behind him, making Tim's heart nearly jump out of his chest. Shooting up and spinning around quickly, he turned to look at the source of this greeting.

It was her.

Standing in front of him was the woman he'd been chasing this while time. The woman who'd been standing at the trees when he first looked outside. The woman who'd led him deeper in the forest. The woman who he'd lost sight of. She was standing in front of him now.

She was even more beautiful up close, with features so stunning she truly should have been a model. She had soft, fair, angelic skin. Smooth, cascading blonde hair. Warm, friendly blue eyes. Smooth, plump lips, and brilliant white teeth. But the problem that Tim was having was that... yeah, she was still totally nude.

He did his best to meet her eyeline, he really did, but it was a losing battle. It was futile. She was just all out there for him to see, and he couldn't help but take a glimpse. Her tits were even more massive up close, like perfectly ripe watermelons. He had never seen a bigger pair in his life, and she seemed to have no trouble carrying them, standing up straight, totally unaffected by their massive size. They probably looked so big considering how fit she was, her tummy flat and smooth, her waist trim. He caught a glimpse of her still very exposed vagina, with a small, stylish landing strip, the hair there slightly darker than that on her head. Looking down further, he could see her long firm legs, at least most of them, as the snow was almost halfway up to her knees.

"Are... are you okay?" Tim croaked, meeting her gaze before speaking up. She didn't seem affected by his stare at her body.

"I'm okay..." she said, smiling warmly.

"Why are you out here? Especially... like this..." he said, gesturing towards her naked body, doing his damndest not to stare. At this, she smiled, a gesture that made his spine shiver it was so attractive.

"That's a long story, one you might not believe," she said, completely unaffected by the snow and the blowing winds.

"Do you need a coat or something?" he said, beginning to remove his own, but she held her hand up, stopping him.

"I'm fine," she said. "You need it more than I do," she finished, her voice possessing the most subtle of accents, making it very hard to place. Her words stopped him in his tracks, and he couldn't help but ask the question now on the top of his mind.

"Who are you?" he asked. "And... this might sound crazy, but... are you, like... a normal person?" At this, the naked woman laughed, a cute gesture that made her seem even more incredibly attractive.

"I'm not quite a normal person," she admitted. "To be honest, I'm not even from here." His eyes scrunched up at this.

"Are you... an alien?" he asked in all seriousness. At this, she giggled.

"No, I'm not an alien," she relented. "But I'm not from here. I'm from..." she paused, searching for the right word. "I'm from... above."

"What do you mean, above? Like... Heaven?" he questioned. At this, she smiled warmly at him and nodded. Now, Tim was not a religious man. He was openminded to the concept, sure, but it had never really grabbed him. And now, if this woman was to be believed, he was having a religious experience right now. "Are... are you like an angel, or something?" he asked.

"That's correct, Tim," she replied, smiling again, happy that he came to this conclusion so quickly. His eyes narrowed at her saying his name. "I'm here for a divine purpose. We've been watching you and your kin for some time now, which is why I know your name." She paused for a moment, letting that sink in. "You're part of something big here, Tim. You just don't know it yet."

"What are you talking about?" he asked, beyond confused.

"It might be beyond your understanding, so I'll simplify it," she began, looking up, searching for the right words to say. "You come from a very old bloodline. Very old... but very strong. Families as old and long lasting as yours carry over certain qualities from those older times. There is a certain strength and impact that members of a bloodline like yours can have, which makes you very important in the times ahead. We have kept an eye on your bloodline for a while now, and of those who carry it, you're the one that most measures up for the job. And it's an important job, Tim. The MOST important job."