Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. ï>¿My Name Is Nym by Tweston He Rescued Her And Then She Stripped For The Crowd. "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. "Do you carry anything from Honig?" She smiled at the nod she received. "How about their Savignon Blanc?" And she smiled even wider at the second nod she received, so she ordered a glass. Finally, she turned that dazzling and very sexy smile on me. "So you are Jeff?" I smiled and stuck out my hand. "Jeff Winters, protector of beautiful women." She laughed and took my hand with a grip that was more firm than I expected. "My name is Nym. Nym Sanders. And you are my hero." I had to chuckle at that. "No, ma'am, I am not a hero. Hell, I didn't do anything but say a few words and most of them were lies." I was almost embarrassed at how little I deserved the title. I looked at her for a few seconds, doing everything in my power to limit myself to her eyes. "So, is Nym short for something?" I hesitated, losing the battle over where my eyes landed. Her soft flesh spoke of lust and temptation and I could see just the edge of the puckered areola on her left tit peeking above all that lace. A full two seconds later, when my self-control returned, I looked up and realized that she knew I had been staring at her awesome cleavage. To my relief, her grin suggested she didn't mind. She took a second to consider her answer, and then spoke one word. "Yes." No explanation, just the one word. She gazed into my eyes, a cool expression on her face, for another couple of seconds, and then the server was there with our drinks. I told her we would probably be ordering something to eat so she just stood there waiting for our order. I picked up my beer and proposed a toast. "To damsels in distress. May they be forever rescued." And without any hesitation, Nym added to the toast. "And to our heroes. May they always be around when they are needed." We clinked glasses and then enjoyed our respective drinks. "Damsels? Heroes? Care to share?" Angie grinned, looking from one of us to the other and then back. I gave a quick glance to Nym, and then inhaled to answer but Nym beat me to it. "I was attacked by three men in the alley out back and Jeff rescued me." She paused and Angie interrupted. "Really? Our Jeff, a hero? That is so cool." She grinned at me, enjoying the opportunity of jerking my chain. Nym continued as if Angie had said nothing. "Yes, he played the role of John Wayne and intimidated them into leaving, and he never had to lay a hand on any of them." The two women almost giggled, acting like school girls. "Seriously," she continued. "He stood up to them with confidence and they decided they didn't want to take him on. So they just left." Nym beamed at me, her eyes saying much, and the expression in Angie's eyes showed how proud she was of her frequent customer. I was becoming embarrassed at how much this all seemed like hero worship of a hero who didn't feel much like a hero at the moment. Angie spoke directly to Nym. "Jeff is a regular around here, well-liked by everyone. So what you are telling me isn't really a surprise. He is one of the good guys, Nym." The two women exchanged smiles again, embarrassing me again. I tried to relieve my distress by redirecting the focus of the conversation. "Nym, I am starving so I hope you came with an appetite. I recommend the fish and chips here; they are excellent. And their Shepherd's Pie is simply awesome." I felt like I was sounding awkward, so I decided to shut up. Looking at Nym, I waited for her to say something. She seemed to examine the menu carefully, taking maybe half a minute, and then she ordered the Shepherd's Pie. I ordered the same thing and added a basket of batter-fried mushrooms. Angie wrote it all down and then headed back to the kitchen. I looked at Nym again, this time making no attempt to hide where my eyes went. And I resolved that her nipples really were visible through the lacy bra and blouse. Barely, but still visible. After several seconds of enjoying the view, I looked up into Nym's eyes and saw her smiling at me. I fumbled for a couple of seconds, trying to decide how to apologize, and then decided to not try. "I don't want to offend you, but I figure that if a woman wears an outfit like that, she expects to attract attention. And a woman as beautiful as you is used to the attention she attracts. So, if you don't mind, I am going to enjoy looking at the sexiest and most beautiful woman I have seen in years." I paused, hoping like hell that I hadn't pissed her off or scared her away. Her face was blank for a moment, and then a warm smile slowly spread across her face. "Truthfully, I would be disappointed if you didn't look. As long as you aren't being rude, feel free to enjoy the scenery." We exchanged grins and I was surprised and impressed with her candor. I suspected that most women felt the same way but would never admit it aloud, and I decided that I wanted to get to know Nym much better. "So, Nym, do you live around here?" I loved watching her eyes. Since coming inside, the lights of the pub caused her green eyes to sparkle. "Actually, I live across town. I have never been to this pub, but I was invited out for supper and I was looking forward to eating here." I saw a potential problem with her comment so I had to inquire. "Oh? Does that mean another man is about to show up and whisk you away from me?" I discovered that I was more disappointed than I expected, but she shook her head no. "Actually, no. The man who invited me out tonight was one of the three men from outside." The surprise on my face was real and I made no attempt to hide it from her. "One of those three pigs had the good taste to ask you out? That surprises me." I gazed deeply into her eyes to see her response. "Actually, the question you really wanted to ask was, why would I have said yes to any of them." She grinned at me and I had to grin back at her. I was beginning to like the woman inside the spectacular body a lot. "Truthfully, that is a question I would never ask of a woman. I have found that most women say yes to men I would never have predicted, and for all sorts of reasons I would never have considered. As my mother used to say, there is no accounting for taste." Nym laughed out loud at my comment. "Yes, we women are complex and unpredictable creatures." We both laughed at her comment. She paused for a moment and then continued. "Truthfully, normally I would never have given the time of day to any of the three." There was an unreadable expression in her eyes and I waited for more of an explanation. Her explanation surprised me. "Honestly, I was just plain horny. I have no other excuse." As I considered her words, I felt myself get hard. I offered a comment that I would never have offered had it not been for her admission. "Well, I suspect that would not have been a problem any more after tonight." I grinned, but I had no explanation as to why, and she returned my grin. "Yes, I think that would have been a good bet to make, although I believe the enjoyment would have been quite temporary." She peered closely at me for several seconds, a mysterious expression on her face, and then continued. "I think I should offer you an explanation before we go much further." I was quick to stop her. "Nym, you owe me no explanation. Your social life is your business and not mine. I just consider myself to be fortunate to share some time with you this evening, and I hope to have this evening repeated again soon." I believed there was hope in both my words and my eyes, but what I was sure about was the hope in my pants that thankfully she couldn't see. Nym peered closely at me for several seconds and then seemed to make a decision. "No, I think an explanation would make the evening much more enjoyable. It would open the possibilities." She gave me a smile full of mystery and I found myself getting intrigued. "My name really is Nym. My mother gave it to me, believing it was going to be predictive, sort of an explanation of what was to come. She believed her family had a history that was going to be repeated in me." She looked at me for several seconds again. "Terry, my date for the evening, brought along his friends without warning me. When he introduced them, he said he wanted them to see that what he said about me was true. And then he told them to leave. Instead, I suggested that they stay for a while. When he asked me why, I suggested that the four of us go around back. When we got there, I turned around and leaned against the wall as I flipped up my skirt. With my ass exposed to the cold of the night and the heat in their eyes, my date got pissed. He said he just wanted to introduce me and not share me. And I said he would be rude to not share what had been offered. He was immediately pissed at me and said he would teach me a lesson. That was when you showed up." She hesitated for a second, searching my face for a reaction, which I was trying so hard to not show. "You see, Jeff, Nym is short for nymphomaniac. I have spent thousands of dollars in therapy in an attempt to learn how to control my urges. But I really do like sex, and I really do want sex all the time. I have tried dating, but men seem to fear having their fantasies lived out. Most men want sex several times a day, and then they get tired of it after a few weeks. But I don't get tired of it, Jeff. Ever. And most men want a woman who exposes herself in public, and then they object when it is done outside of their control. But I love to be seen. And most men would love a threesome but they want to control who that third person is. "So I have a history of many men but only short relationships. I just wanted to be honest with you before this goes any further." Just then, Angie brought our food and the conversation was interrupted just when it was getting interesting. For the next half hour, we ate our food and engaged in quite unimportant conversation. It was fun and interesting, and I learned a lot about her, but we were both stalling until we could continue what she had started. Angie came and checked on us several times but we just ate and talked. Well, Nym just ate while I stared at Nym's outfit and the body barely hidden by that outfit. After what seemed like too long, the food was finished and the dishes were removed. And then Nym leaned back in her chair and took a long sip of her wine. Without a word, I signaled to Angie for another round of drinks and then leaned back in my own chair with a warm smile on my face. "Nym, I want to thank you for sharing some things with me that I know must have been difficult. I am certain that it was hard for you to admit what you did. And I want you to know that I heard everything you said and that I will never share it with anyone else. Ever." I paused for a couple seconds, gazing warmly into Nym's eyes. "And if you still feel comfortable, I would love for you to continue." Then I sat silent while I finished off my Amberbock. Nym looked intently at me for a moment and slowly inhaled and then exhaled. "I came here tonight wanting sex. When my date finally realized what that involved, he became angry. He wanted sex with me, he just didn't plan on sharing me with his friends. You interrupted his reaction and I will always be thankful for that interruption. I have no idea what he was capable of, but with the help of his friends, I became concerned that I would spend the night in the hospital." She paused long enough to smile warmly at me. I returned her smile as she reached across the table and took my right hand in hers as a simple way of thanking me. A few seconds of silence followed and then I spoke. "So you get off on exhibitionism." That was more a statement than a question, and she nodded her head. "And you get off on sex in public." Another statement, and another nod. "And you want sex several times a day, every day." She smiled and nodded one more time. This time I smiled back at her. "So, what is the problem?" She had no expression for about two seconds and then burst out laughing. We both enjoyed the stress-relieving effect of humor for several seconds and then she leaned forward. "The problem is in the thoughts of every man in my history the day we meet." She smiled again, this time with a winsome expression. "And the fact that they all seem to forget those thoughts several days into a relationship." Still smiling, she let go of my hand and leaned back in her chair again. This time I reached out and took her hand. "And I have a solution for you, Nym." She grinned at me, more than a little humor in her eyes.. "You do?" I nodded, looking like I had just won the lottery. "Yes. Meet a man and spend a few days with him, until things are obviously not working with him. Then break off the relationship and meet a new man. Spend a few days with him and then break off that relationship. Meet other men for short relationships. Then, after a few months, get back together with that first man as if it is a new relationship. Keep half a dozen men on a list but only spend time with one at a time and only for a few days. Then break it off with him and take up with another on the list. Leave before the relationship gets old, and then get back with him after long enough that the relationship seems new and exciting again. Keep your Rolodex close and use it whenever you need to." I stopped speaking to let her reply, which she did after a few seconds. "You know, that or something like that just might work." She looked off into the distance and I let her mull it over for a bit. After maybe a minute she looked down at the floor as if embarrassed about something. "Just one thing. I have deep in my heart the dream of having a long-term, meaningful relationship with one man. Maybe lots of distractions along the way, but always with that one man." I tried to not frown as I replied, my expression gentle but serious. "Nym, there are some dreams in life that we must all let go when we wake up to reality." I gently squeezed her hand and then let it go, as if to underscore the point I was making. Then I held up a finger as Angie brought another round of drinks. When she left, I continued. "There is, of course, another option." I paused to let the mystery sink in. "Try me for your next relationship and see if I might be unique in your experience." I peered deeply into her eyes in an attempt to show her that I was serious. There was silence at the table for about ten seconds, and then she replied. "So you think you can handle me, huh?" There was humor in her eyes, combined with something more serious. Then without warning, she pulled on her top enough to let her right boob bounce out into the world. Struggling to let no shock show on my face, I didn't have to try very hard to focus on the most beautiful breast I had ever seen. It jutted proudly into the room, hanging only slightly because of its weight. There was no sign of tan lines on the smooth flesh, causing me to wonder where she did her sunbathing during the winter in northern Illinois. The areola, barely glimpsed earlier, was dark brown and elliptical in shape, about two inches by one inch. And the nipple was darker, almost black, making me wonder for a moment if there was mixed blood in her historical family. It was large and hard, about the size of my little finger down to the first knuckle. Immediately, I wanted to take it into my mouth so bad that it hurt. It was a gorgeous and sexy boob, but it was the nipple that will always stand out in my memory. After several seconds of pure lust in my heart, I looked up at her and grinned, surprised that she hadn't covered herself up. Then I picked up my Amberbock and took a long and slow drink. Several seconds more and Nym spoke. "So how long until you tell me to cover up?" There was a wide, teasing grin spread across her face and I realized this was a test. I returned her grin and answered her question. "Until I grow tired of looking at the most awesome sight in many years." And I took another sip of my beer. Nym laughed, a deep and sincere laugh that ended when our server appeared. "As tempting as that is, Nym, I must thank you for the offer and then ask you to put that away. Except under limited circumstances, we could all get into trouble over the awesome show you are putting on." Nym looked up at Angie and saw that Angie was looking hard at her exposed boob and a slow grin began to spread across Nym's face. And then a look of curiosity replaced it. "Limited circumstances? What do you mean?" Angie sat down, still staring at Nym's exposed tit. Finally Nym adjusted her top, pushing and pulling until her boob was properly put back into her bra. Angie finally looked up and into Nym's eyes. "Well, this pub is just outside the city limits so city codes don't apply here. And county ordinances allow for private clubs to engage in adult activities. The ordinances don't define private clubs and about ten years ago we had a court case that established the definition of private clubs. Limited membership that is established by dues has become the law in this county. And about five years ago we decided to push the limits of that brief definition. "We had a wet tee shirt contest here. We advertised for a month for contestants and we specified in writing that attendance would be limited to those who pay a cover charge. Our attorney believed that met the definition, even if we didn't have a cover charge in the weeks before or after the contest. The contest was a huge success and the county filed suit the next day. The court said our understanding of the ordinance was valid until and unless the county changed the ordinance. We had a long and noisy crusade over the next year and we defeated the county's attempt to modify the ordinance. So we can have wet tee shirt contests when we want, which is every three months." She let that sink in for a few seconds and then started to get up but Nym stopped her. "Why would the county be against a tee shirt contest?" Angie chuckled. "Well, our contests usually get a little out of hand, encouraged, of course, by the audience. The girls are encouraged to help the other contestants remove their tops and the girls sometimes go a little farther. Over the last few contests it has become clear that the girl who wins the contest has been the girl who, shall we say, has the most contact with the other contestants." Angie paused to let the implications of her words sink in. Nym's eyes lit up as she thought about it. "So, a contestant increases her chances of winning by touching and caressing other contestants." Angie laughed. "And kissing and licking. The last winner actually finger-fucked the second place winner until orgasm. And the crowd went positively insane." She grinned at the far-away expression in Nym's eyes. "Why? Are you interested in entering our next contest?" She paused, waiting for Nym to reply. I found myself holding my breath. Angie continued. "I can promise you that, based only on the dozen or so bodies entered in the last contest, you would win. From what I can see, of course..." The innuendo in her added comment was so clear that I felt myself get hard. And when Nym responded, I was sure I would cum right there. "Why don't we find out?" Having said that, I watched the non-verbal communication between the two women at my table radically increase in volume. At least ten seconds of silence, filled by looks and expressions passed between the two women, and then Angie interrupted the silence. "What did you have in mind, Nym?" Slowly, without a word, Nym leaned forward until her lips gently touched Angie's lips. An incredibly sensuous and passionate kissed was shared by the two women, broken only by a shout from one of the customers. "Private Club Night!" The cheers and catcalls that followed showed that maybe half the customers had been watching. Then Nym stood and walked around the table. She pushed my chair back a couple of feet and then sat on the table directly in front of me. She slowly spread her legs until her knees were as far apart as possible. Then she looked over her shoulder at Angie. "So what is next?" The customers had all become spectators and they yelled and cheered at Nym's move. Angie jumped up from her chair and started shouting to the crowd. "Okay, people. As of right now, this pub has become a private club until closing time. Anyone who doesn't want to witness what happens next must leave. You can finish your drinks and your food but you must leave. Everyone else must pay the standard ten dollars membership fee to remain. You have ten minutes, people." During all this activity, I had been sitting in my chair staring at one of the most beautiful pussies I have ever seen. Don't get me wrong, every pussy I have seen has been beautiful except for one. A friend showed me a picture from a fetish magazine he likes of an obese woman with her legs spread. The caption claimed there was a pussy in there somewhere but it was hidden by all the folds of fat. In truth, her pussy itself was probably still beautiful but it would take days of digging just to find it. So I guess it was the fat that was unattractive to me. But regardless of all the pussies I have seen and not seen, there was something about this pussy that captured my lust in so many ways I have never experienced before. And since her skirt wasn't pulled up yet, I still couldn't see it clearly. After staring at her pussy for so long, I finally looked up into Nym's eyes. "Nym, am I reading you right? Do you want me to go down on you right here in front of all these people?" She smiled warmly at me for just a second. "Not all of these people. In ten minutes a lot of them will be gone." I had to laugh at that claim. "In ten minutes, MAYBE ten people will be gone. The rest of them will pay their money just to watch the show. Nym, you are the show here. The people will stay to see you having sex. I do not matter. Any man could sit in this chair and the same people will pay to see the show. You are just that beautiful and sexy. As for the tee shirt contest, the other girls will take up a collection just to keep you in the audience and off the stage." I had to chuckle at that last part and Nym laughed out loud. She reached out and softly caressed my right cheek, a gentle and loving expression in her eyes. "How can you be so sweet and so sexy at the same time?" I froze at her question. I am almost forty-five years old and divorced, and she thinks I am sexy? It has been a long time since a woman thought I was sexy. I took a few seconds to ponder her words and then I realized how silly I was being. She is almost forty and I think she is the sexiest woman I have ever seen. I grinned at her as if I was a teenager and then I went back to staring at her pussy. This time I thought I could see some juices leaking down her lips. I looked back into her eyes and smiled. "You are getting excited. I can see you leaking some juices." She gave me a sexy grin. "All for you, baby." And thinking of lapping up her juices made me really hard. And then a thought hit me. She hasn't told me what she had planned, and I never presume when a woman has not told me. So I decided to ask. "Listen, Nym, people here are expecting you and probably us to engage in some sexy activities. Maybe you should tell me what you are expecting from me before we get started. Or are you are expecting anything at all from me?" Nym looked at me for a few seconds, apparently deep in thought. Then she leaned down and pressed her lips against my ear, breathing in and out for a couple of seconds, long enough to get me totally excited. Then she pulled back an inch or so and spoke softly. "Jeff, I am going to take off my clothes for them. I will take my time and give them a great show. By that time I will be so wet that I might play with myself for a couple of minutes. And then I am going to come back here to this table and sit on this table in front of you, with my dripping pussy just inches from your lips. And then I am going to wait and see what you do with what I have placed before you. Am I going to be disappointed in your response?" I had to take a few seconds to run through the multiplication tables so I didn't cum on the spot. I made it all the way through nine times nine before I could speak. "Nym, you have me so turned on that I am totally willing to do whatever you want. Just let me know what you want." And she gave me a mischievous grin for a couple of seconds before speaking. "No, Jeff, that isn't how it is going to work tonight. Maybe tomorrow, but not tonight. Tonight I want you to do what you want. Anything you want. To whatever part of me you want. These people will love it more if they can see you being spontaneous in what you do to me. And I want to see what you like." She paused and smiled at me, her eyes showing a warm and gentle love. "Do what you want to me. Only two restrictions for tonight. No blood, unless it it yours. A little pain is okay, but no blood. And a hint -- I LOVE to have my ass slapped. The second restriction is that shit is not involved in any way. Piss on me if you want, but if you shit on me you will never see me again. Am I clear on the restrictions?" She paused, obviously waiting for a reply, so I smiled and thanked her. She looked at me with a puzzled expression. "Thank you for trusting me enough to give me free reign. I don't think any woman in my limited experience has trusted me this much this quickly. And I promise I will not betray that trust." Somehow, I felt humbled and honored by her trust. Just then Angie's voice rang out. "Okay, people, time is up. Either leave or hand over your ten bucks." She held out her hands and half a dozen people walked over to her and handed over their money. The few people quickly turned into a long line of people handing her money. But no one showed any signs of leaving. I looked at Nym with an I-Told-You-So expression on my face and she simply stuck out her tongue. I wondered for just a second why women stick out their tongues, while men only stuck out their tongues when thrusting that tongue into a pussy. I decided there was no answer, and dismissed the thought. Angie spoke to the crowd. "Okay, next issue. Some people have asked me what is scheduled for the show tonight. Well, let me tell you that nothing was scheduled for the show tonight." There was a lot of moans and groans in the place, showing some real disappointment. But Angie held up her hands to quiet the noise. "Nothing was scheduled for tonight. But I was explaining our tee shirt contests every three months to a first time customer. She looked interested so I asked her if she wanted to participate. She agreed to enter the next one, but she was very disappointed that it was still a month away. She looked so horny that I asked if she wanted to put on a solo performance tonight. She was so excited at the idea that I think she came right then. I have no idea what she is going to do but I know you are going to love it. So I will turn the place over to Nym. Nym, the stage is yours." Nym stood up and everyone cheered and applauded. Since no one here had ever met her, no one here had any idea what to expect, but Angie's introduction of her clearly suggested it was going to be sexual in nature. I looked around and was surprised that about one-third of the people there were women and they seemed to be cheering just as loud as the men. Nym looked at Angie and said something but the noise was so loud that no one could hear what was said, not even Angie. Angie took her hand and led Nym to the stage area at one end of the pub, and to the small sound booth where a DJ sat playing the music we had all been enjoying. In seconds, he had placed a headphone set complete with microphone on Nym's head. Suddenly her voice rang out and silenced the crowd. Nym's smooth and sexy voice asked the DJ if she could plug in her play list. She pulled out her cell phone and seconds later the smooth jazz sounds of a saxophone filled the pub. Nym paused for several seconds with her eyes closed, apparently enjoying the music. "Mmmmm, the gentle music of a saxophone makes me feel really sexy. Does it make you feel the same way? Do you think about making love as you let the smooth sound ooze over your body and fill your mind?" As she said this, her eyes were closed and she began to sway to the music. And the more she listened, the more she let her hands roam all over her body. Her lacy, almost transparent dress was sexy enough, but when her hands touched her breasts, you could hear the moans of the audience. "Yes, I can hear how much this music is turning you on. I can feel the sexual energy in the room. Doesn't it make you want to touch yourself?" When she said that, her hands squeezed her boobs and massaged them. Slowly, her right hand slid into her top, playing with her left tit for several seconds. More moans were evident, causing me to break my eyes loose from the show on the stage to more closely examine the crowd. I guessed there were about eighty people in the pub, with half of them sitting at tables and at the bar, and about half of them standing around the sides of the room, and especially at the front of the pub near the door. And of the eighty people probably thirty of them were women. And of the thirty or so women, most of them had their eyes closed. And of the almost twenty of the women with their eyes closed, they were slowly swaying and playing with their breasts. Holy Shit! Nym has these people totally under her control! My comment was silent but it accurately presented my surprise. "Feel the music. Feel your bodies respond to the soft sounds of that sexy saxophone." There was a quiet squeal over near the bar and Nym was quick to address that. "Gentlemen, please be sure your woman is okay with what you are doing or it will break the mood for both of you, as well as the people around you. Be patient. Feel the music and let it move you. It makes you want to make love, doesn't it?" I pulled my eyes away from the effect Nym was having on everyone there and looked up on stage. By this time, she had pulled on her straps and her top was down around her waist. Her sexy bra was almost all lace and you could clearly see her breast and especially her nipples through it. Still slowly swaying, her voice reached out to us all. "Mmmmm, I feel so turned on. I feel like I want to touch myself all over. And I feel like my clothes are just getting in the way. Give me a minute while I get more comfortable." We all watched as she worked her dress down over her hips and let it fall to her feet. A gasp escaped half the people in the room as they saw she had no panties. Her bush was full but trimmed, and it was dark, almost black like her hair. She stepped out of her dress and stood onstage in just her lacy bra. Many people were moaning and it wasn't just the men. Nym still swayed slowly, in time with the soft jazz, as she ran her fingers through her bush. After several seconds of this, she moved her hands up to her breasts. Squeezing them and massaging them for at least ten seconds, she finally pulled down the straps of her bra and freed her tits. Her large areolae and awesome nipples were suddenly exposed to the entire room, and the moans and groans got louder. I was surprised that there were no catcalls or crude comments uttered by anyone in the room. In a topless bar, there was always one man and sometimes many men who shouted out things they probably thought were sexy or even funny but which just turned off the rest of us. But Nym had the entire room under her spell as she talked to us through the soft sexy jazz. She was still playing with her boobs, but now she added some nipple play. She pulled both nipples out several inches, making me wonder if it hurt when she pulled her nips that hard. Nym moaned but her eyes remained closed as she twisted her nipples and then pulled them again. Her moans interrupted her soft words, making the sounds from the speakers seem soft and sexy. "Doesn't the music turn you on? And isn't being turned on in front of so many people simply delicious? It makes you feel like caressing your body, doesn't it? Or maybe it makes you want to caress the body next to you. Come on, you know you want to. Just ask permission first, and then enjoy stroking someone's skin. Touching someone else is so exciting. Just listen to the music and let it move you." Nym's eyes were still closed as she stroked her naked body. Her boobs and her arms and her stomach and her pussy -- all parts of her body received her attention as her hands softly caressed her warm skin. I watched as a couple standing near the bar imitated Nym. The woman had dropped her top on the floor and the man next to her was playing with her boobs. In seconds, he was pulling hard on her nipples and I heard her moan loudly. So did several other couples and I hoped they would soon be engaged in similar activities. I saw another couple where the woman was playing with the man's cock through his pants. Spotting several more couples doing the same thing, I wasn't surprised when I saw a woman drop to her knees and fish her man's cock out of his pants. Looking up into his eyes, she took his hardening cock into her mouth. And then I saw two women stroking each other's boobs. One had removed her top and tossed it over the chair next to her, and the other had simply lowered the top to her dress down to her waist. And they were sensuously stroking each other's body. I looked around and saw almost half of the customers touching or stroking or kissing or sucking on something. It was unbelievably erotic. Finally, I tore my eyes away from the people in the room and looked up to the woman onstage, just as she groaned loudly. As I watched, she ran her fingers through her pubic hair, pulling it and playing with it, until she finally found her pussy. She played with her lips, first the full outer lips already engorged from her excitement, and then her inner lips, dark and rubbery and stretching out an inch or two. And then she spread her lips, showing the bright pink center of her sex. She ran a finger up and down her pussy a couple times, and then raised that finger to her lips, allowing the stage lights to sparkle and reflect off the juices coating her finger. There was a collective groan from the room as she pushed her finger into her mouth to suck it clean. And then she slowly slid her hand back down to her pussy. This time she slid one finger inside and moved it around. Then she pushed a second finger in after the first one. And for maybe thirty seconds, she slid her fingers in and out, faster and faster. Then, suddenly, she froze, not moving at all, her mouth open in a silent scream. After several seconds, Nym seemed to gasp, inhaling deeply as if for the first time in several seconds. Another collective groan came from the audience as everyone wondered if she had just cum or if she had just paused in her actions. Her voice interrupted the near silence in the pub, the soft tones of her voice matching the soft tones of the music. "Mmmmm, that was so good, but that was not what I wanted. No, I want something more. You understand, don't you? You want something more, too. Women, you know what I mean. Sometimes your fingers are just fine, and even toys can be fun. But sometimes you want what only a man can give you. Right? Now let me see. Who will it be? Who will my man be tonight?" She had stepped down off the stage and was slowly wandering around the pub, totally naked. She walked among the tables as if tracing what seemed to be a question mark on the floor, with the dot at the bottom bringing her right to my table. Gazing deep into my eyes, as if there was no one else in the room, she spoke directly to me but still using the microphone so everyone could hear her. "What about you? Are you what I need? Will you do to me what only a man can do to me?" And she sat on my table, directly in front of me. Then she slowly leaned back on her elbows and spread her legs. It was easily the most erotic experience of my life. And everything seemed to be turning on the people around us, evidenced by all the moans and groans I heard. I looked up at Nym and saw a warm and loving smile on her face. I tried to return her warm and loving smile, but somehow it morphed into a grin of lust and excitement. I looked around the room one more time. A few people weren't paying much attention to us because of their own sexual activities, but most of them were staring intently at Nym or me or both. More than a dozen people had approached our table to get a better view and that excited me even more. And then I turned to her pussy. It was wet. No, it was actually drooling. A stream of pussy juices leaked down her lips to her ass and onto the table top. I realized I was missing out on her nectar and a thought hit me. Waste is a terrible thing! Immediately I leaned forward and lapped up what I could from the table, thrilled with her taste. Then I very gently licked her pussy, filling my mouth with her sweetness. With my tongue, I stroked her outer lips, swollen and engorged with passion. First one and then the other, over and over, I slowly licked her outer lips, loving her taste. I ran my fingers through her curly fur, pulling it and playing with it, as I licked her lips. I love hair. It seems that women want to be individuals, even unique, in so many areas of their lives, but they have all joined the current attempt to render every pussy in America bald. Some women say that a bald pussy makes them feel cleaner. My reply to that is to take more showers. Well, it is their choice and I respect that, but I will always love hair. And Nym had hair. It was not as wild and bushy as some I have seen, but it was thick and luxuriant and I loved playing with it. And it gave my hands something to do while I used my tongue. After spending a full minute on her outer lips, I focused on her inner lips. Where her outer lips were thick and swollen, her inner lips were thin and almost rubbery. And they were almost black, making me think again about the possibility of mixed blood in her ancestors. But inside she was the brightest pink that I had ever seen. I licked her thin lips and I sucked on them, pulling on them with my lips. I spent several minutes playing with them in every way I could think of. And, of course, I continued to lap up her juices. There was a constant flow of juices. It may have been only a trickle, but it was constant, and I loved licking up every drop I could. I would lick her for several strokes and then thrust my tongue into her as deeply as I could. After several thrusts, I would go back to gently licking her. I would flatten my tongue and take long and slow strokes, starting near her asshole and running up to her clit without actually touching it. After a couple of minutes of these slow strokes, Nym pulled her heels to her butt and spread her knees. This brought her asshole into easy reach. I took the hint and licked her puckered hole. She jerked and almost shouted, and the audience groaned loudly. So I did it again and heard the noises all around me. I licked her hole again, but this time spent quite some seconds there, enjoying Nym's cries of pleasure. I went back to the long strokes with my flattened tongue, but now I started with her asshole. Nym was groaning non-stop. So far, I had avoided touching her clit, but I decided it was time. I pulled back an inch and hesitated, then planted my mouth directly on her clit. I sucked hard and she screamed. I licked her clit and then sucked on it again. And she screamed again. I sucked it into my mouth as far as I could and then almost pushed it out. Then I sucked it in again and pushed it back out. I developed an action almost like a cock sliding in and out of someone's mouth, and Nym loved it. She was making constant noises, ranging from groaning to shouting to other noises that I couldn't describe. So I decided to take things to the next level. I shoved two fingers into her pussy while still licking and sucking her clit. This new action pulled another scream from her, as I expected. Slowly at first but with increasing speed, I pushed my fingers into her pussy as far as I could reach. From the noises she was making, I could tell she was going to cum again. I rotated my hand so my fingers could stroke the front of her pussy, what was now the top of her pussy as she lay on the table. I vigorously stroked her G-Spot while still licking and sucking her clit, and her noises got louder and louder. Suddenly, she went silent. She arched her back to an impossible extent and froze in that position for several seconds. Then her body started quivering as her abdominal muscles moved in ripples. Nym screamed again. "Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Holy shit! I... Oh, shit! Ohmygod!" And then she collapsed flat on the table with a loud thud, her cries slowly diminishing until she fell silent. I had slacked off on her clit, changing to a slow and gentle sucking, and it was difficult to keep my mouth on her clit as she tried to buck me off. Still, I had continued my stroking of her G-Spot during her spasms. Now I slowed all my actions to give her a chance to crest the mountain and come down the other side. But I kept up a slow and gentle stroking with my fingers because I wanted to see if I could make her cum again. And, of course, I enjoyed her juices. It was no longer a trickle. She actually gushed more juices than I could lap up. She didn't squirt and there was no actual ejaculation, but she gushed so much that I couldn't get it all and the table top was covered, with more dripping to the floor. I gently sucked on her clit and I fucked her with my fingers and in another couple of minutes I could tell she was warming up again. I inserted a third finger, easy because she was so wet, and then I started jamming my fingers into her pussy like before. Within seconds, she was bucking and quivering and shaking all over as she had what might have been the most intense orgasm I have ever seen. This time I stopped everything and let her recover. I leaned back in my chair and stared at her beautiful pussy, watching it quiver and pulsate every couple of seconds for another minute. I tried to wipe the sweat and cum off my face but there was just too much. Someone standing nearby handed me several napkins. And the comments began. Someone on my left congratulated me for causing such excitement. A woman called out that she wanted to marry me. Several more voices proclaimed that I was an awesome lover. Through it all, I just stared at the incredibly beautiful and sexy woman in front of me, still laying across the table without saying anything. Finally, after quite some minutes, Nym tried to sit up. She failed, settling instead for just propping herself up on her elbows. She looked at me with that warm and gentle smile again and I loved it. Working her way into a sitting position, she smiled at me again and then she spread her legs and looked down at her very wet pussy, stroking it with her fingers several times. Finally, she looked at me and gave me a sheepish grin. "I thought I was going to drown you." Her grin widened and she looked around at all the people there. Her eyes came back to me and she grinned once again. "I told you I liked to be watched." And she chuckled. "Yes, sweet lady, you did. And I trust my first time with you met with your satisfaction." I returned her grin, a little pride showing in my eyes. All things considered, my first time in public went pretty well, I told myself. And with no warning, Nym jumped off the table and stood in front of me. I worked my way off my knees and stood in front of her because I wanted to kiss her. She slowly leaned forward and we gently kissed for several seconds, sharing her juices. She moaned loudly and then she pulled back. "Your turn." Her quiet words were met with more moans and groans from the people who were still staring at Nym's beautiful naked body. She grabbed my shoulders and spun me around until my ass was sitting on the table where her ass was sitting just moments ago. The table was so wet I could feel her juices soak through my pants. Nym dropped to her knees in front of me and grabbed for my belt buckle. In seconds she had my pants unfastened and unzipped. Then she yanked my pants and my boxers to my ankles in one smooth motion. I grinned. She has done that before, I told myself. And then I was paralyzed with fear as I realized that more than eighty people could see my dick. My very hard dick. My eight inches of ready to go cock. Instinctively, I covered myself with my hands and Nym laughed. "Don't be bashful. I am going to give you the pleasures you so expertly gave me, and I am going to love doing it." She smiled up into my eyes and then she looked around. "And these people are lucky enough to see what we do." There were some moans and some cheers for a few seconds. Angie, our server pushed her way through the crowd and handed us a couple bottles of water. We both guzzled half a bottle each. When Nym thanked her, the warm expression they shared was both long and intense, and I wondered for the second time if the two of them were going to get together after closing tonight. Then I wondered if I was going to be lucky enough to watch. And then I wondered if I was going to be lucky enough to join in. Ah, the possibilities my imagination could create... And then Nym swallowed my cock whole. No warm up, no kissing it, no licking it, she just opened her mouth wide and shoved it in until her nose was buried in my pubic hair. I was impressed, once I got over the shock. I mean, I am no porn star, but I am just over eight inches long and quite thick. In fact, there have been several women in my past who just couldn't get the thing in their mouths, to my great disappointment. But long and thick didn't seem to slow Nym down at all, and she got to work on sucking my cock. As most women do, she pulled back until my cock was almost outside of her mouth, and then pushed forward again and buried her nose in my hair. I could feel at least two inches of boner penetrate her throat. No gag reflex here, I chuckled to myself. It became obvious very quickly that Nym loved to suck cock. She went down on me with energy and enjoyment, and the pleasure was incredible. I felt the familiar tingling that signaled I was about to cum entirely too quickly. I had wanted to stretch out her blowjob as long as possible, but I had been too turned on to last very long. So I gently pushed her away. She moaned, a frown on her face, and the audience moaned with her. I looked long and hard into her eyes. "Nym, you are doing incredibly well, but I really want to feel myself inside you. Would that be okay?" She grinned and quickly nodded, and jumped up on the table with the same energy she had been blowing me two seconds before. I looked down at that beautiful pussy and watched as more juices trickled from her pussy to her ass and then onto the table. I pushed the head of my cock against that trickle and rubbed it up and down a couple times. Then I slowly pushed my cock into her pussy for the first time. It was awesome. I mean, it is always awesome pushing my cock into a warm and wet pussy. There is nothing in the world like it and nothing in the world measures up to it. But there was clearly something special about pushing into Nym. I couldn't explain it but I clearly loved it. I bottomed out and just waited for a moment with my cock pressed against her cervix. I smiled down at her without moving for a few seconds, and leaned in to gently kiss her. "I just wanted to savor our first fuck." Nym smiled widely and returned my kiss, showing her appreciation. I held still for several more seconds and then pulled back an inch. I pushed forward, gently pressing against her cervix, loving the fact that I was almost totally inside her. And I began long and slow strokes, pulling almost completely out and the pushing back in. It took a few seconds and I got used to the range of motion that was possible. And then I made it happen. I began fucking her hard. I accelerated into pounding her, even though I knew I would not last long doing that. Nym was making a cute noise, almost a chirping sound, with each thrust. I could hear the moans and groans of the crowd but I ignored them. I was focused on Nym and her pleasure and I was praying that I could last long enough to make her cum one more time. A few more seconds of pounding her pussy and she came. I had never had a woman cum without warning before. I could always sense some warning signs, some indication that her pleasure was cresting. But Nym came without warning, and it was awesome. She bowed up like before and I loved watching her stomach muscles ripple with her contractions. But this time her pussy muscles grabbed my cock and squeezed it and massaged it and rippled around it. It was awesome. And it made me cum. I shouted my released and felt her juices and my juices join each other in an attempt to maximize our pleasures. And then it was over. Don't get me wrong. I continued to slowly fuck her for at least another thirty seconds. And her pussy muscles continued to squeeze and massage my cock that entire time. And I took several seconds to pump into her glorious pussy what seemed like gallons of cum. But the anticipation of the greatest fuck of my life was met and it was suddenly over, allowing me to get beyond the mental hype my mind had built up and just enjoy the fuck. I slowly pumped her pussy and we gazed deeply into each other's eyes. For a moment, I felt a high level of emotions from this woman, stirring my heart and bringing tears to my eyes. More than the cheering audience, this woman's sexual passion and energy touched me. It was awesome. She was awesome! I knew I wanted to fuck her again. And again. And again! I pulled out of her, looking down to watch the cum ooze out of her pussy and onto the table top. I noticed she was watching it too, and she gave me a self-conscious grin. "We made all that?" I laughed and nodded. "And more. There is still a gallon or so in your pussy and a lot has already drained to the floor." We both grinned at that, and she dipped a finger into the thick fluid, picking up a dollop and holding it up for everyone to see. Then she slowly stuck her finger in her mouth and sucked it clean. There were several moans from the people around, and I found myself contributing loudly. And then Nym shocked me. She jumped off the table and turned to face it. Then she bent over and pressed her lips to the large pool of cum. Making a lot of noise, she began slurping up the cum. It took several seconds to clean up all that cum and the room was making all kinds of noises as the people pressed forward to get a better view. I saw a dozen cell phones being held high above the heads to get a better vantage point. And I got hard again from watching Nym clean the table. Finally, she was satisfied with her efforts and she stood up. She opened her mouth to show me how much cum she had slurped up, and then she turned around and gave the audience the same view. Finally she closed her mouth and I could see she was preparing to swallow. But Angie stopped her first. "Share?" It was a single word but it spoke volumes. Nym grinned as much as she could without losing the huge mouthful of cum, and Angie tilted her head. Nym opened her lips slightly, allowing a huge dollop of cum to drain into Angie's mouth. Then Angie stood up and Nym stooped slightly and tilted her head. Angie returned the favor, giving Nym the shared cum. Then the two women straightened and looked at each other and Angie wore a petulant frown. "Now you have it all." Her pouting expression was obviously exaggerated for the viewing audience, but I enjoyed it just the same. Once more Angie stooped slightly and tilted her head to the right, allowing Nym to release an even larger amount of our combined cum into Angie's mouth. The two women stood tall and looked at each other. Then they swallowed in an exaggerated, almost cartoon-like manner. The entire room must have groaned at the actions of the two women, with me adding more than my share of groans. It was an awesome ending to an incredible evening. I picked up my clothes, feeling like that was anti-climactic after such an exciting evening. I watched as Angie picked up her clothes, enjoying how her boobs bounced and swayed with her actions. In the background, I heard Angie explain that the show was over and the pub was closing. Angie looked around for a couple of seconds, and then raised her hands in a victory celebration. The pub exploded in applause and comments. Nym turned to me and I wrapped my arms around her naked body, feeling her hard nipples stab my naked flesh. My cock had been hard for quite some seconds, and it pressed against her pussy lips while her muff tickled my cock. I looked down into Nym's eyes and thought that the evening couldn't get any better. And then I felt someone grab my hand. I turned and saw Angie press a key into my hand. "Listen, I live two blocks away. Would you two be interested in sharing a couple beers at my place?" Suddenly, the evening got better.