[As most of my stories do, this one starts out slow. This is intentional because many people here actually enjoy a story with sex, as compared to just raw sex. If you want to skip the story part, just scroll through about halfway. That is where the story gets hot.]
"LET GO OF ME, you son of a bitch!" It was almost a scream, and it challenged my normal "live and let live" policy. I walked the fifty feet to the alley and peeked around the corner. It was the classic scene from a bad movie. Two men were holding a woman against the concrete block wall, and a third man was standing in front of her. I watched for a second as the man in front of her reached out with both hands and grabbed her tits, and he wasn't being gentle about it. She reacted in a predictable manner and struggled to get loose but couldn't overcome the combined strength of two men. So she did what any woman would do in the circumstances -- she spit in his face. When he pulled back his hand to hit her, I decided I couldn't remain uninvolved any longer.
"Hey! Let her go!" It wasn't much, but it was all that came to mind. The three men looked at me as if bored, but the look of hope I saw in her eyes motivated me. No, it inspired me. So I straightened my back and walked into the alley. I had no idea what I was prepared to do, but I figured I could bluff my way forward.
"We don't hit ladies in my town." I tried to sound threatening but my efforts almost made me laugh.
Seriously. I am five feet and ten inches tall and weigh just short of one hundred eighty pounds. I was about to reach forty-five, with my birthday less than a week away. I work out frequently so I can say that my body is quite muscular, but it was cold outside and my winter coat hid most of those muscles. Besides, I like my face and I didn't want it to get messed up. Now, facing three men, each of which was taller than me and outweighed me by at least twenty pounds, all I could do was bluff.
"Your town? Who are you, John Wayne?" The sarcasm in his voice was obvious, as was the disdain in his eyes. I decided to follow my own lead, as stupid as I was sounding.
"John Wayne is twice my size and dead. Didn't you know that?" I tried to act unconcerned and grinned at the man as he turned toward me in a menacing posture. But he looked confused for a moment so I just went with it. He growled a comment.
"You said this was your town." I could see the two bullies holding the woman against the block wall relax their grip slightly, apparently interested.
"Yes, I did." I grinned at them, trying to seem friendly while still threatening them by the glare in my eyes. And then I remembered it was after ten in the evening and no one could see my grin or my glare in the dark alley.
"I meant that I was the sheriff and you don't hit a woman in anger while I am sheriff." For a second, I wondered if these guys were stupid enough to buy all this. The three of them exchanged looks and then the one who seemed to be the leader gave me a sneer that I am sure he reserved for stupid little men who thought three to one odds were normal.
"You don't look like the sheriff. Where is your uniform? Where is your gun?" For a moment, I hoped rather than believed that he was hesitating.
"It is under my coat. And so is my gun." This time I squared my shoulders and gave him my meanest glare, which wasn't very mean at all, but apparently it was just enough. The man stepped back and raised his hands as if in mock surrender.
"Sorry, sheriff. She made me angry and I just wanted to scare her. I wasn't going to hit her." And I was amazed when the two men released their grip on her and the three of them just walked away. They disappeared around the corner and, I assumed, continued down the street. I tried to keep the surprise off my face and the relief out of my voice when I turned to her.
"Are you okay?" I stepped up to her and took her shoulders in my hands, looking closely at her for the first time. And my jaw nearly hit the ground.
In front of me stood a beautiful woman of about forty. Her green eyes were striking, even in the dim light that barely lit the alley. She had dark, almost black hair which hung in curls halfway down her back. She was shorter than me, at least three inches shorter. If I had to guess, I would guess that she weighed about a hundred forty pounds and every one of those pounds were in the right place. She was very shapely with what seemed like C-Cup boobs, a slender waist and a really tight ass.
She wore the classic "little black dress" but with a twist. The material was nearly transparent lace that showed her equally lacy bra and tiny thong. The dress showed plenty of soft curves in the exposed cleavage, almost but not quite enough to be slutty. But her large nipples seemed hard enough to tear their way through the material.
In short, she was smoking hot!
She looked at me for about three seconds and then inhaled loudly, as if gasping for breath. She smiled weakly as she slowly let out her breath.
"Thank you. I am not sure what you saved me from, but whatever they had planned was probably not going to be pleasant. I have been slapped before while on a date, but that was usually part of the role-playing. Tonight was a fist and not an open hand, and tonight we were not role-playing." And she paused long enough to wrap her arms around her shivering body. Immediately, I did what I should have already done -- I took off my coat and wrapped it around her. She looked at my gray sweater and tight jeans and grinned.
"Doesn't look like a sheriff's uniform to me." I laughed quietly.
"And not to anyone else, either. I suspect it was my reference to a gun that was more of a concern to them. Cop or not, a gun can kill you and I suspect they just didn't want to run the risk that I was packing." I snugged my jacket a little tighter around her shoulders, trying to keep from staring at her exposed cleavage but failing at it.
"Listen, my favorite pub is right around the corner. Why don't we get you inside and warmed up?" I almost pulled her as I spoke, and felt a little guilty at my selfish request. Under the pretense of chivalry, I was suggesting we visit the pub because I was now the one who was cold. And besides, I really wanted to get my jacket off of her so I could get a better look. She looked incredibly sexy in the dim alley and I was confident that she would be even more sexy under the lights of the pub.
Once inside, it was obvious that I was right. She was incredibly sexy and quite beautiful. And others in the pub agreed. Angie, my favorite server, had just walked up and smiled first at me and then at the woman at my table.
"Well, Jeff, what did you do to get a date with such a beautiful woman? You lose a bet or something, sweetie?" This last was directed to my guest and all three of us grinned at her words. Then Angie looked pointedly at the beautiful woman sitting across from me at my table.
"Don't worry about Jeff. Under all that bluster there really is a good guy hiding." And she looked at us for a moment as she waited for our order. I asked for an Amberbock and then looked at my guest. She asked about the house wine and apparently wasn't satisfied with it.
