7 comments/ 23068 views/ 1 favorites When Jimmy Came to Town By: nicegirlreally Nicegirlreally wrote this as a response to Jimmyjoyce's stories (Jimmyjoyce is a fellow author on Literotica). Jimmyjoyce would like to point out that while he is flattered that he has become a protagonist in a story, he had no part in its creation. He claims to be less suave, less debonair and far less cool than the Jimmy you are about to meet. Chapter One It had been a very busy Wednesday afternoon and I was just thinking how nice it would be to have someone bring me a cup of tea when the phone on my desk brought me back to reality. "Good afternoon. This is Heather," I said. "May I call you Nicegirlreally?" asked a male voice. I was stunned. Very few people knew of my Literotica alias. "Yes, I suppose if you know me by that name, you can. And what may I call you?" I asked. "Jimmyjoyce would do nicely," said the voice. My stomach flipped. Surely not. How on earth could he have found me? I hadn't exactly been miserly with information but I didn't think I'd given him anywhere near enough to go on. "Well, Jimmy, it's... it's great to hear from you," I stammered. "I thought I'd surprise you," he said. "And you did, you did," I answered. "How did you find me?" "It took me a while, but you gave me just enough information to find out where you worked. It has been quite a feat of amateur detection." "I'm sure it has. Are you anywhere near me? Are you even in the same time zone?" I asked. "Oh yes, I landed at Newark half an hour ago." "Holy crap!" I thought. "He's at Newark. What the hell is that all about?" I tried to sound nonchalant. "So what's the deal? Are you here on business or as a tourist or what?" "I am here for development meetings but I thought I could mix business with pleasure and see you. That is, if you have the time. And the inclination." "The inclination?" I thought. "Oh my god, what am I going to do?" "How long are you staying? Will you be in New York City the whole time? What's your itinerary?" I was beginning to babble and took a deep breath to calm myself. He chuckled. It was too late. He'd sensed my excitement already. "I'm here for eleven days all told. I'm in New York for four days, two days of meetings and then I have the weekend to myself for sightseeing. Then I'm travelling to Pittsburgh on Monday, on to Philadelphia, back to DC, then out to Denver and I'll be back in New York a week from Friday. I've got the Saturday for tourist stuff, then I fly home on Sunday." "That's quite a program. Will you have time to see the sights in those other cities, too, or is it purely business there?" I asked. "Oh no, I should be able to get around a bit once the meetings are over. Can you give me some pointers?" "I've never been to Pittsburgh or Denver, but I can tell you what to see in Philly and DC, if you like," I offered. "That would be great. But don't tell me over the phone or email me. Can we meet for lunch or dinner some time?" My mind was reeling. How on earth was I going to manage this? Could I fake an emergency at work that would necessitate a trip to New York? "I'm several hundred miles from New York City, you know, Jimmy" I began. "I know exactly where you are," he said, quietly. "It's no more than an hour on a plane though, right?" "Right, but I don't really think I can come up with a reason to be flying to New York City on the spur of the moment like that," I countered. "But I could come to you," he said, with that rise at the end of the sentence that has become ubiquitous in our language, though here it was appropriate. "Ye-es, I guess you could." In America I was known for my British accent, but my family claimed I talked like an American now. His voice picked up speed and I realized he had thought a lot of this through already. "I only have one meeting here on Friday, so I could get a flight early in the afternoon and be there in time to find a hotel and figure out somewhere to go for dinner. What do you think? Will you have dinner with me on Friday evening, Heather? Please?" It wasn't that I didn't want to meet him but I had a husband at home and had to come up with a bloody good story if this was going to work without anyone getting hurt. Suddenly, I understood the extent of Jimmy's planning. "You've already got a hotel booked, haven't you Jimmy?" "Yes." "And a table reserved for dinner?" "Yes, at 7." I laughed. "You're very sure of yourself, aren't you?" "Even though we've never met or even spoken before now, I think I know enough about you to be confident that you'll say "yes". Your curiosity will get the better of any reservations you might have. You are devious and cunning enough to come up with a story. And anyway, what's the very worst that happens? Even if you don't show, I'll have dinner and spend the night in a hotel the same as I would have here in New York." "I haven't got much time to come up with a story. This is quite a challenge," I said. "I know, and I'm sorry about the short notice. I'd really love to see you, though. Just for dinner. No strings attached." "Jimmy, that sounds lovely. And I'll make it happen. Where are you staying?" "I'll be at the Plaza." "And the restaurant?" I asked. "The hotel recommended a French place called 'Brasserie'." "I know it. We'll enjoy it. And they won't rush us the way American restaurants usually do. Let me work on my story." We agreed that Jimmy would call me at work the following afternoon and we'd finalize the arrangements for meeting up. I could hardly sleep that night and when I did fall asleep in the early hours of the morning it was to dream that a person without a face was looking for me. It wasn't a nightmare, I didn't feel at all threatened by the faceless man, which convinces me it was Jimmy. By morning, my plan was coming together. Part of my job is to teach classes and I concocted a story that meant I had to fill in for a cancellation and head up a session on Friday evening. It's not the first time that has happened, so it wasn't unreasonable. I'd leave my office at 5 as usual, drive the 35 miles to our company headquarters and change into the clothes I wanted to wear to meet Jimmy. I'd say the class was starting at 6:30 and it would run till 11. That would give us a nice long evening but if things didn't go well, I wouldn't have to be out so long that I'd get into trouble! Jimmy called just after lunch on Thursday afternoon. His flight was getting in at 3 on Friday and he asked if we could meet earlier than 7. "I can't, Jimmy. I can find a reason to come into town in the evening but not really earlier than that. Let's leave things as they are, ok?" He had to agree. A thrill coursed through my body at the thought of how keen he was to see me. We arranged to meet at the restaurant as the hotel was outside of the city centre and the restaurant was just a few blocks from our corporate headquarters. "How will I recognize you?" Jimmy asked. I was trying to come up with something when he said, "I know. I'll carry a copy of 'Ulysses' so you can recognize me." We both laughed. It was a great idea. "I'll be there at 7," I said. "I'll be there before that so you won't have to wait," Jimmy promised. "See you tomorrow evening, Jimmy." "A bientot, Heather," he said. Chapter Two I thought five o'clock would never happen on that Friday. I busied myself with paperwork and reports in an effort to make the time go faster. I got a lot done and eventually, I could leave. "See you Monday, Anna," I called to the branch director as I closed my office door behind me. She replied with her customary - and very American - "Have a good night." "You don't know the half of it," I thought. The drive across the county line was uneventful and the afternoon sunshine was unwilling to give way to the evening when I arrived at our offices in the city. Everyone was keen to make the most of the glorious weather so the building was almost empty. Nobody saw me arrive in day clothes and leave in a calf-length ruffled black and grey gypsy-style skirt, a red top that showed just a tiny hint of my ample cleavage and a short-sleeved red linen shirt worn as a jacket in case the summer evening turned cool. I slipped strapless black sandals with a kitten heel onto my feet. Thank goodness I'd treated myself to a pedicure the previous week! One final check of hair and light make-up in the mirror and I was on my way to meet Jimmy. As I walked the few hundred yards to the restaurant, the thoughts that had been running through my head all day came back with a vengeance. "What if he doesn't like me?" "What if I don't like him?" "What if he eats like a pig?" "What if I get drunk?" "What if he asks me back to his hotel for a drink?" "What if...?" I was almost there. The restaurant was round the corner. I took a deep breath. "Here goes." And there he was, standing outside the restaurant with a copy of 'Ulysses' under his arm. He must have known it was me because he took a step forward and said, "Hello, lovely lady." "Hi Jimmy," I said. He was tall, older than me by a few years, and his eyes sparkled when I reached up to kiss him on the cheek. "I'm so glad you're here." "So am I," he said. "And I can't even begin to tell you how glad I am that you're here." "Did you think I'd stand you up?" "Hm, there's a phrase I haven't heard in a while. No, I knew you'd come. You might not stay, but I knew you'd come. Shall we?" He held the door open for me and the maitre d' showed us to a table towards the back of the restaurant, not exactly secluded but out of the way of the main traffic. Jimmy ordered a whisky, explaining that he'd taken a taxi from the hotel as he hadn't hired a car for this short trip. I ordered a Perfect Manhattan, figuring that by the time we'd eaten, I'd be fine to drive. We studied our menus for a few minutes, Jimmy asking me if I could recommend anything in particular and discussing what would go well with the fish, and so on. Our drinks came and Jimmy said, "I think I should propose a toast. To the most exciting and most adventurous woman I've met in a long, long time. To you." I smiled and we sipped our drinks. "May I offer a rebuttal, as they call it here?" "Of course," Jimmy said. "To you, Jimmy, for bringing fiction to life." It was Jimmy's turn to smile. "You might find it turns into a horror story" "Somehow I don't think so. Anyway, how can it go wrong? I didn't come with any expectations and you told me there were no strings attached, so unless you're an axe murderer, I think I'm in for a pleasant evening." Over dinner we found out a little more about each other, though it was obvious that Jimmy was very careful with details of his personal life. We flirted, we laughed, we teased and cajoled, and when the coffee had been served, Jimmy reached across the table and took my hand in his. "Considering we met through an erotica website, and considering we live thousands of miles apart, and considering you're happily married and I'm a boring old fart, it's pretty incredible that this is even happening. I have to say that this has been the most enjoyable evening I've spent in years. And I thank you for doing what you had to do to make it possible." I squeezed his fingers and asked if I could say my little piece too. "I'm glad I'm a devious and conniving vixen because I would hate to have missed this chance to spend an evening with you. You are far from boring. In fact, I can hardly believe how quickly the time has gone by. I wish it didn't have to end." Jimmy was watching my face and I saw his eyes glisten. "I'd like to ask you back. Will you come?" I met his gaze. "Back to my hotel, I mean. For a drink. Or a coffee if you prefer, seeing as you're driving. Will you?" I nodded. Chapter Three The maitre d' called a taxi for us and we waited on the sidewalk enjoying the warm evening air. I pointed out some of the buildings we could see towering above us, including our corporate offices. The taxi arrived and, of course, Jimmy held the door open for me. The hotel was less than 15 minutes away and I used the time to give Jimmy a quick tourist guide to the city, though I could hardly claim any extensive local knowledge, seeing as I lived in the next county. I wanted to make sure Jimmy saw the basilica and I had to lean across him to point it out as it was on his side of the taxi. I heard him take a breath sharply as he felt me so close and I hoped he liked my perfume. "What the hell are you thinking, Heather? What does it matter whether he likes your bloody perfume?" asked the voice in my head. At this distance, I caught the scent of his after shave. "You smell nice, Jimmy," I said. He looked surprised. "I don't think anyone has ever said that to me before," he responded. "Well, they should have. You smell very nice." He jumped as I patted his knee. "Are you nervous, Jimmy?" "Maybe a little. I don't really know what's happening here." "Nothing will happen if we don't want it to. Nothing will happen if you don't want it to. It's as simple as that. Remember I told you I would never do anything to hurt or harm you and if you said you never wanted to hear from me again, you wouldn't?" He nodded. "Well, this is all part of that," I explained. "If you feel uncomfortable at any time, I'll know. And that will be the end of it. Right now, though, I think you're experiencing more anticipation than discomfort, am I right?" He nodded again. I took perhaps a few seconds longer than was absolutely necessary before straightening up and sitting back on my side of the seat. As I did so, I made sure my thigh was touching Jimmy's for the remainder of the short ride. I was being a terrible flirt, but nothing so far had given me reason to think I should stop. The hotel bar was cool and a pianist was playing Jamie Cullum songs, though not as well as the man himself. It seemed every piano player in every bar throughout America played Jamie Cullum these days. I commented that the pianist was making a fair job of the song. "It's a difficult one to master," I said. "Do you play?" asked Jimmy. "I do. Not very well, just for my own pleasure." "Ah yes, your own pleasure," Jimmy mused. I gave him my best "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" raised eyebrows and he chuckled. "I was just thinking about some of the stuff you wrote about masturbation, that's all." Even just hearing him say the words made something tighten in my stomach. "Is that going to be our topic of conversation over coffee?" I asked. "Only if you want it to be," he said. "Well, perhaps we should order the coffee first," I suggested. We scanned the area for the best place to sit. Jimmy suggested a table as far away from the piano as it was possible to get, a group of two club seats and a chaise. "No," I said firmly. "We'll take those two stools at the end of the bar near the wall." The bar was a truncated oval, one end being cut off by the back wall of the room. The bars and cafes in town that had outdoor seating were doing the bulk of the business on such a balmy summer evening and we had almost no company, just a small mixed group on the other side of the rounded end of the oval. They appeared to be enjoying a story the barman was telling them. I led the way towards the last two swivel barstools and deftly manoeuvred the end one closer to the one I had chosen for me. I flashed Jimmy a quick smile and said, "This will work nicely." Jimmy laid his copy of 'Ulysses' on the bar as we took our seats and the barman made his way over to us. "Let's order our coffee," I said. The barman walked away to get our order and I swivelled my stool slightly, placed a hand on each of Jimmy's thighs - causing another audible deep breath on his part - and turned him just enough so that my right knee was between his knees, but not touching them. "You're good at this," he remarked. "You've obviously done it before." I shook my head slowly. I leant closer and whispered, "I've never done anything like this ever before, Jimmy. You've inspired me." Jimmy laughed nervously. "I think I should say I'm flattered." "Say whatever you like," I told him. And in response to his surprised look, I added, "Seriously, Jimmy. You can say anything you want. No holds barred. I've told you before that I like to be the woman a man feels he can tell his fantasies to. And if I can be a part of making them come true, all the better." The barman was heading our way. We sat up a little straighter as he placed the coffee in front of us. "I can see you guys are in need of some private time," he said. "So let me know when you need a top-up. Otherwise I'll leave you alone. OK?" "Thank you," we answered in unison. As we let our coffee cool, I began to tell Jimmy a story I'd promised to share. "Matt was a musician. I first made contact with him through that telephone chat service I told you about," I told him. "Remember?" Jimmy nodded. "We had a wonderful evening of playing music together, he on the guitar and both of us singing." "Christ, you sing as well?" Jimmy spluttered. "A little." Looking directly into his eyes, I added, "Just for my own pleasure," and laughed. "We were sitting close on the edge of Matt's bed - it was a student flat so there wasn't anywhere to sit except on the bed - and we both turned our heads at the same time. Cue passionate kiss," I explained. I took a tiny sip of my coffee but it was still too hot to drink. I continued in a very matter-of-fact tone. "Matt had told me he had never seen a woman masturbate and that was enough for me to know how to make this a night he'd never forget." "Is there anything you won't do?" Jimmy asked, only half joking. "I don't know," I replied. "Not so far, anyway." "So what did happen?" Jimmy's voice had a slight tremor that sent a thrill through me. I could tell he was enjoying our conversation. "Well, I was wearing..." Jimmy's cell phone interrupted me. "Shit!" he cursed. He fished the phone from his pocket and checked the display. "Heather, I'm sorry. I have to take this call." I nodded as he pressed the Answer key. "Hello? ..... yes, hold on, would you?" He pressed the Mute button and said, "I'm really sorry. There must be an emergency or they wouldn't have called at this hour. I'll be right back." "Oh, this is perfect," I exclaimed. Jimmy looked inconsolable. "I do apologise, Heather. Honestly, if ...." "No, no," I interrupted him. "Don't misunderstand me, Jimmy. This really IS perfect. Take the call over there where you wanted to sit before. I'll stay here and wait for you. Just make sure you can see me." I brushed his cheek with my lips and nodded to indicate he should go. He began talking into his mobile as he walked to the group of chairs and turning towards me, he sat down on the end of the chaise. I checked the group of people at the end of the bar. They might as well have been in a different room for all the notice they were taking. Jimmy was getting into his phone call but was watching me with an intent look on his face. I turned my barstool so that I was facing him. I reached behind me, lifted my coffee cup from the saucer and took a sip, watching Jimmy as I did so. Returning the cup to the saucer, I moved back to face him. At first I didn't really do anything overtly erotic: I twisted my watch on my wrist and looked at the time. It was almost 9:30, much earlier than I thought. I was pleased that there was still so much of the evening left. I was wearing my favourite necklace, a string of Asian beads and tiny Siamese prayer bells. I played with the strands, twisting them over my fingers, causing the bells to tinkle gently. I took another sip of my coffee. When Jimmy Came to Town Ch. 02 I was still unsteady from the intense orgasm I had just given myself. As I got down from the bar stool, my heel caught and I stumbled. Jimmy moved forward to catch me, passing a protective arm around my waist. "Lean on me," he said, gallantly. "Do you want some fresh air?" he asked, his eyes dark with touching concern. "Or a glass of water or something?" Although I was already recovering, I decided to play it up just a little while longer. He was being a perfect gentleman and I loved it. "Yes, perhaps if I could just get some air, I think that would help," I whispered. He led me towards the rear entrance to the bar, then along the hallway to the exit door. He pushed it open with his free hand and we stepped out into the area at the base of the stairs. Jimmy stood facing me with a hand on each of my shoulders. He studied my face. "Are you ok?" he asked. "Yes," I assured him. "Let's go outside." Jimmy escorted me to the door and we found ourselves in the parking lot behind the hotel. The night was about as dark as it was going to get now. I stole a look at my watch. It was a few minutes before 10. There was still plenty of time before I had to head back to my car. "Could we ... do you mind if we walk a little?" I asked. "Just slowly, not far." He nodded and took my arm, a gesture I found especially sweet. "You're a gentleman, Jimmy. I like you." He turned his head and looked at me, smiled and said, "And you're a nice girl. Really." I threw my head back and laughed. There was no pretense now, it was obvious I was back to my old self. Jimmy chuckled. "What?" he asked. "You!" I answered. "You told me once that you are terribly old-fashioned, old school, not suave or debonair, and all that may be true, but if I'm a nice girl, then you're most definitely a nice guy. You make me feel good and I like that." For a moment, it was as if he didn't know what to say. He seemed awkward, embarrassed, nervous even. I squeezed his arm to reassure him and said, "Come on, let's walk." We set off at a very slow pace, two people enjoying the evening air. I asked what was probably the most rhetorical question in history. "So did you like what I did at the bar?" Prefaced with something that sounded like a snort, Jimmy said, "What do you think? You saw what condition I was in when you let me feel your orgasm." I stopped and turned to face him, close, placing my hand between us so that it brushed the front of his pants. "Yes, I did," I agreed. "What happened to that?" He held his breath and I watched his eyes as my hand moved across the fabric, pressing lightly at first, then gradually increasing the pressure as I felt the reaction I had hoped for. "Jimmy?" I began. "Hm?" "How daring do you feel?" His eyes widened. "What do you have in mind?" he asked. "See that lamp post over there at the edge of the parking lot?" He looked and nodded. "Walk with me," I said, and slipped my arm through his once more. As we covered the remaining few yards across the tarmac and onto the grass, I confided, "I want to taste you, Jimmy. Is that something you would let me do?" "Let you?" he spluttered. "Christ, Heather, it would be a dream come true." "Ah, that's what I was hoping," I said. This was exactly what I wanted. I loved making a man's dream come true. It was a huge responsibility, though. He'd no doubt been treasuring this fantasy for years, ever since his first sexual awakenings perhaps. I had to get it right if it was to be the memorable experience I wanted it to be. "Will you let me kiss you, Jimmy?" I whispered. He looked into my face, placed a finger under my chin and brought his mouth close to mine. With exquisite tenderness, his lips brushed me with the gentlest of caresses, sending a shiver of delight through me. "That's for what is to come," he said. "Now, please, do what you will." Taking his hand, I led him into the circle of light produced by the street lamp. I pushed lightly on his chest and he leant back against the lamp post. I took the book from him and placed it together with my purse on the grass. Jimmy stood braced against the metal post, his feet slightly apart, his hands by his sides. As I reached up to kiss him, his arms moved to embrace me. "No," I stopped him. "Keep your hands where they are. Just let me spoil you. Let me serve you." Jimmy took a deep breath at my words. My face was very close to his now and the tip of my tongue touched his bottom lip, then slowly I ran it along the line where his lips met. He parted them and my tongue carefully explored the inside of his mouth, very slowly, gradually sensing and feeling its way, tasting, licking, probing, finding the most sensitive spots and lingering there. I pulled away a little and my eyes met his. "Ok?" I asked. "Very ok," he whispered. "Where did you learn to kiss like that?" With a smile I answered, "I didn't learn it. I just go with what feels good. And right now, it feels good to explore you." I took his hands and placed them on my hips. "Pull me close so I can feel how hard you are." He obeyed and through several layers of fabric his erection nudged at my pussy. I took up the kiss where I had left off and moved my hips so that I could massage his cock. My hands caressed his arms, his shoulders, his neck as my mouth and tongue did their magic. Without interrupting the kiss, I let my hand slide down to his erection, causing us both to breathe hard. He was so aroused and I desperately wanted to feel the skin of my hand touch the skin of his cock. But I knew that it would only get better if I showed a little discipline. Rubbing up and down the length of him with my fingers, I moaned into his mouth. He moaned in reply and sucked on my tongue. It was almost painful, but I didn't want it to stop. Both my hands were now massaging him, one moving upward as the other moved down. Jimmy trembled each time my fingers reached the tip of his cock. I wanted to see and to feel. And of course, to taste. His fly opened with one smooth movement and I reached inside to claim my reward. With a little deft manoeuvering, I got through his clothing and finally felt the hot skin of his shaft. He gasped. He groaned. He sighed. "Oh god, Heather," was all he could manage to utter. I smiled as I dropped down to kneel on the grass. In the bar, anyone who looked at me would have to have known what I was doing to be able to see anything. Here, anyone who caught sight of us would be left in no doubt whatsoever. We were bathed in a pool of light and whatever was happening in the darkness beyond it was invisible to us. Very carefully, I freed his erect cock. It pointed straight at my face, the glans already smooth and shining, the eye moist. "My prize," I whispered as I bent forward to lick the wetness from the tip. Jimmy held his breath. I let my tongue pick up just enough of his pre-cum to lift it, then I moved an inch or two away, creating a strand connecting his glans with my mouth. It broke and I savoured the taste - my first taste of Jimmy's cock. What I really wanted to do was shove him into my mouth and halfway down my throat, but this was too precious a moment for that. So instead I let my tongue tease the tip, tapping lightly across the end, licking, licking. Licking the eye. Licking the ridge. Licking the smooth, taut skin of his glans. Licking the veined shaft all the way down as it bobbed in front of my face. I worked my mouth to create some saliva, took Jimmy's cock in my hand and guided him into my mouth, forming a tight O with my lips. "Ahhh," I heard as I felt him ease his way in. With my tongue, I swirled my saliva around him, over, under, over, under, all the time moving him slowly in and out, in and out. I sucked my cheeks in as I pulled him from me, causing a delicious 'smack' as the tip broke free of my lips. I pushed my tongue out and slapped his wonderful cock on it. Slap, slap, slap. Turning my head sideways, I slapped him against my face, first one cheek, then the other, then back to the first. Working him now with my hands, I looked up and saw his eyes on me. "Good?" I asked, knowing full well from what was going on so close to my face that it was better than good. "Mmm," he moaned in reply. "Please don't stop." I returned to my task. With one hand, I reached further into his clothing and cupped his balls, squeezing oh so gently and massaging almost lovingly. With the other hand, I grasped his cock more firmly and set a steady rhythm, rubbing him up and down, up and down. When I reached the tip, I let my fingers come up and over the top, caressing his glans, eliciting a gasp every time I did so. I moistened my fingers with my saliva so that they would slide easily over his skin. Moving my hand just a little faster, I leant forward and took him back into my mouth. Now I had a hand working his balls, a hand working his shaft and my mouth and tongue working his glans. Rubbing, sucking, licking, caressing, all at the same time. I continued to work up saliva and let him hear the squelching as I pushed his cock against the inside of my cheek. I felt his fingers in my hair and he applied gentle pressure to my head, setting his own rhythm. I followed. I could feel him harder than ever and I wanted so much to taste his cum. I sucked in my cheeks and the saliva in my mouth squelched as he pushed into the tight space. His gasps told me he was getting close. I reached round and held his buttocks in my hand, feeling the rhythm, feeling the muscles in his butt cheeks contract and relax as his orgasm approached. I gagged every now and then as his cock hit the back of my throat, but not enough to make me stop. Suddenly, with a deep, throaty groan, Jimmy bucked and I felt the first strong spurt hit my throat. He bucked again, then twice more in quick succession, each time giving me more of his cum. I held the hot mass in my mouth as his thrusts slowed. He pushed his cock into his own cum once, twice more, then he rested against the lamp post and began to subside. With his softening penis still in my mouth, I swallowed, gratified, content. I licked the last few drops from the eye of his cock, then stood slowly, holding his softness in my hand. Jimmy lifted his hand to my face and brushed the hair from my eyes. "Did I mess you up?" he asked. "Not at all," I answered. "You'd never know anything had happened." He stroked my hair as I tucked him back into his clothing and zipped his fly. "Except that I do know what happened," he whispered. He drew me close and folded his arms around me, holding my cheek against his chest. "Did you like it, Jimmy?" "Oh god, Heather, I loved it," he moaned. "It's no wonder you look for opportunities to give men experiences like this. You know they are never going to forget you. I know I won't." I smiled. "Thank you, Jimmy," I murmured into his shirt. "No," he said. "It's me who should thank you." He lifted my face and kissed me gently. I glanced at my watch. Ten forty-five. "Do you have to go?" he asked. "I do," I replied. "I've just got time to get back to my car and nobody will be any the wiser." "I will," he countered. I smiled again. He bent to retrieve his book and handed me my purse. "Heather, do you mind if I call you next time I'm in town?" "It would be a pleasure, Jimmy" I said. When Jimmy Came to Town My skirt had a demure ruffled slit at the left side and I gathered the fabric in my lap pulling the hem just high enough to reveal a little of my thigh. I saw Jimmy shift his position on the chaise. I took my eyes off Jimmy for a few seconds to check that the group at the end of the bar was still occupied. I needn't have worried. They were totally oblivious to what I was doing. Slowly I ran the palm of my left hand up my thigh, pushing the fabric of my skirt ahead of it. I stroked my thigh, moving my hand down over my knee then snaking back up the outside of my leg. Jimmy was enthralled and met my gaze. I smiled and watched his face as I ran my fingers along the inside of my thigh, parting my knees slightly as I did so. I let my hand rest on my inner thigh and moved the fabric away in the same fashion on my right side. Jimmy was trying hard to pay attention to the phone conversation as I caressed the soft skin of my inner thighs with both hands. Not only was I enjoying the stroking, I was also delighting in Jimmy's reaction. He couldn't take his eyes off me! Jimmy couldn't see what I was doing beneath my skirt, but the fact that I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as I brushed the front of my panties with my fingers gave him a clue that something interesting was going on. I slid my fingers beneath the fabric and began stroking my pussy very slowly with almost imperceptible movements. I was counting on Jimmy's imagination to be letting him figure out what was going on. I kept my fingers inside my panties, pushed the fabric of my skirt back down over my knees with my other hand, smiled at Jimmy, turned back to the bar and called the barman. Jimmy immediately realised what I was doing. He knew I would continue to stroke my pussy while acting as if nothing was happening. The barman came over and I asked him to pour us fresh coffee. As an afterthought, I said, "And would you take my friend's cup over to him?" "Sure," he said. All the time I was working on my clit, stroking very slowly but firmly, feeling the little bud harden and swell. I was getting very wet at the thought that I wasn't only doing this for my own pleasure but also to answer Jimmy's curiosity. He had told me he was fascinated by female masturbation and had wondered if women could stimulate themselves surreptitiously in public the way a man never could. I was showing him the answer. With two fingers I massaged my clit in a steady, slow rhythm so that I could build up my arousal while sitting perfectly still. Jimmy couldn't see my face, though, as I was sitting with my back to him. I didn't want to reveal to the others in the bar what I was doing. This was for Jimmy's benefit, not theirs. Also, I wasn't out to offend or shock anyone. Without moving my fingers from my panties, I slipped off my stool and switched to the end one which meant I could turn to face Jimmy and still be virtually unseen by anyone else in the bar. Plus, anyone who looked at me would have to know what I was doing to be able to see anything. As it was, all Jimmy could see was a very slight, very slow movement every now and then. But he knew. Oh, he knew! His phone call was coming to an end and he looked around him quickly before standing up to finish the conversation, never taking his eyes off me. He kept his back to the main part of the bar and it was easy to see why. He put the phone in his pocket, picked up his coffee cup and came towards me. "Oh my god," he began. "Sit down, Jimmy," I breathed. "I haven't finished." He put his cup on the bar and sat down on the other barstool which was still so close to mine that our knees almost touched. "Am I allowed to touch you?" he asked. "No, not yet. Just watch," I commanded. "But you know," I smiled. To all intents and purposes, we were a couple deep in conversation. Nobody had an inkling of what was happening. "How do you do it?" Jimmy asked. "I told you," I whispered. And saying a word at a time in sync with the rhythm of my caresses, I said, "I'm using tiny little movements, keeping my fingers firmly on my clit, moving the hard bud back and forth, letting the sensation build and build and build then bringing myself back down to a point where I can start building up again and anyone who didn't know what I was doing wouldn't have a clue, but you know, Jimmy. You know. Look at my eyes." Jimmy had been watching the tiny movements under the skirt fabric in my lap. He looked up to meet my gaze. His eyes widened. "Oh my god, your eyes," he marvelled. "They are so incredibly sexy." "That's what arousal will do," I whispered. Jimmy's proximity to me was heightening the tension and I could tell I wasn't far from orgasm. I wanted Jimmy to feel it but I was afraid that if he touched me now, I'd come too suddenly and blow the whole thing. I had to explain what I needed Jimmy to do. Still speaking in the rhythm of my stroking, I said "Jimmy, I'm going to come very soon." My voice was more breath than sound and his eyes glistened. "I want to share it with you, but we have to be careful. I don't want to spoil this and more than anything I want it to be one of the most memorable experiences of your life." I was so emotional that I was close to tears. It was very important to me to make this special for Jimmy. "When I give you the signal, reach under my skirt and press the backs of your fingers against the fabric of my panties right where my pussy is." Jimmy gasped and leant forward. With my left hand I gathered the fabric of my skirt and pulled it to the side, giving Jimmy enough of a view of my panties to allow him to see where he needed to put his fingers. He could clearly see me rubbing myself and though I was perilously close to orgasm, I kept to the the slow steady rhythm. That was the secret of the intense orgasm that was building in my body. "Jimmy," I whispered, "are you ready, Jimmy?" He nodded, his eyes shining. "Now, Jimmy," I breathed, and as I felt his fingers touch me through the fabric of my panties, I moaned, "oh god Jimmy, feel it." My pussy was pulsating with deep throbbing spasms and it was all I could do to control my breathing and not cry out. Jimmy pressed his fingers against me and I knew the spasms were thrilling him. His face was flushed and his eyes sparkled. "Oh my god," he whispered. "Oh my god, oh my god." To the world around us, we were two people enjoying an intimate conversation. In reality, Jimmy had just learned that a woman could indeed masturbate to orgasm in public with nobody knowing. Unless she wanted him to. I was breathing hard and feeling very vulnerable. "Jimmy..." I began. It was all I could manage. He stood, moved closer to me and wrapped his arms around me, understanding that I needed to be held for a moment. He had positioned himself so as to protect me from the view of the other patrons and the barman. "That was wonderful," he said. I felt him kiss my hair. His erection was pressing gently against my leg. I moved my hand to give it the barest of touches. I looked up into Jimmy's face. "I don't think we can take care of this here without anyone noticing, do you?" He shook his head. "Hardly," he said. "Have you got any suggestions?" I asked. "I have," he said and bent to touch my lips gently with his. He picked up his book, took my hand so as to help me down from my stool and said, "Come with me." To Be Continued...