Jamie - Sex Stories

Jamie

This is not my story! Found it in the net some years back from an author named "Ben Dover". Google search does not seem to find it uploaded anywhere right now, so here it is... I was a sexually frustrated man. With an ex-wife who had ripped my heart out and being naturally shy, I resorted to masturbation as a last resort. Unfortunately, my sexual drive seemed to increase and it got harder and harder to become excited over pictures, movies and even stories such as this one. After several years in the Army I ended up going to University in San Francisco. Tired of Rosie Palm and her five s****rs, I ended up walking the streets after dark for inspiration. And that is how I met Jamie. It was about ten in the evening, the summer air cool after a hot day. I noticed a long legged woman walking on the other side of the wide road. She was about twenty feet ahead of me, so I carried on walking, enjoying the play of her buttocks beneath her classy outfit. She wore a green business suit, with a skirt that reached her knees but hugged her legs. She was a beautiful sight, with auburn hair spilling down her shoulders, and cat-like grace as she glided down the street. I was half mesmerized by her and since I had nothing better to do, began to follow her at a discrete distance. A couple blocks later she turned into an alley between two large, three story office buildings. When I reached the entrance to the alley I could no longer see her. Shaking my head in disappointment I shrugged and ...

... carried on walking down the street. I had not gone more than six steps before I heard a scream. Without thinking I turned and ran headlong into the alley. There was little light between the buildings, just enough starlight overhead to illuminate some shadowy figures ahead. I caught a glimpse of red hair and again another scream. With a bellow I sprang forward. There were two of them holding on to the struggling lady. I hit one with a football tackle and both of us went down. We rolled over, pummeling each other. I got slammed in the nose and could hear cartilage break. I managed to knee the man between his legs and all the fight left him. Bleeding from my nose I rolled off the groaning man and scrambled to my feet. The other assailant flung the woman at me and rushed over to his buddy curled on the ground. The lady was crying in my arms and I could do nothing but hold her as the two attackers ran off. Gently I said, "It’s all right, they are gone. They won’t hurt you." I stroked her hair and held her until she recovered. She pulled away from me and lifted a tear stained face toward mine. In the starlight, I found in my arms an angel with almost elfin features. With a soft finger I wiped away her tears and asked, "Are you OK? Did they hurt you?" "No, just ruined my dress and my sense of safety. Thank you…?" "Jonathan, my name is Jonathan." She kissed my cheek and looked at me with liquid green eyes. "Thank you Jonathan." She lifted a hand and touched my nose. I flinched. "You’re ...