Nympho: Book One (Nempho Book One)

Chapter 1

K
ey West
is a small Island fishing town, about one hundred fifty miles south of Miami Florida. One could not have grown up in Key West without experiencing some of the history of the Florida Keys. For instance, when Ponce De Leon discovered Florida in the year 1521 and his expedition sailed past the lower keys, they named it Los Martyrs because of all the thick twisted mangroves that covered the shores of the Florida Keys.  It was not until the early sixteen hundreds that the European’s had charted the island of the Cayo Hueso on the European maps and charts of the Caribbean Sea. Bone Island was one of the first given names of the island of Key West, deriving from the old folk legends of the first known settlers finding sun bleach bones scattered on the beaches of Key West. It was believed that the Calusa Indian tribe was driven south from the mainland and into the keys by stronger northern tribes, until they reached the island of Cayo Hueso where there was a bloody battle and the Calusa Indians were slaughtered on the islands beautiful beaches. 

Of course growing up on this island of sandy beaches and crystal blue waters was like living in paradise.
We had a simpler life without all the peer pressure that came with the big city upbringing, we didn’t have the challenges of who is better than whom and no one seemed to care who lived in a bigger house or whose parents had the nicest cars. The biggest event in town was the high school football games, and of course drag racing our cars on White Street Pier every Friday night. For the life of me, I never understood why the cops didn’t get wise to our midnight races; it wasn’t like we kept it secret. We all new that the police changed shifts at midnight, so that meant that every cop in town was at the police station. Every Friday night, my friends and I would cruse up and down Duval Street showing off our cars and of course flirting with the tourist girls on vacation. Then we would gather at the wooded lot across the street from White Street Pier, around ten o’clock in the evening and hangout with our friends. Sometimes there would be twenty muscle cars there just waiting for the big race. This was one of the most popular hangouts in Key West on a Friday night and sometimes there would be as many as a hundred teenagers waiting for the main event to start. Around eleven o’clock the cars that wanted to race would line up at the end of the pier, two by two awaiting the clock to strike twelve. Meanwhile a group of people would prepare to block off the side streets and a little more than a quarter of a mile of White Street, luckily there wasn’t much traffic that time of night on that end of the island. Since we knew that the all cops were downtown at the police station changing shifts, all the racers would be preparing their cars and you would hear the roar of engines come to life. Just as the old County Courthouse clock struck midnight the races would began. This went on week after week and surprisingly enough we never did get busted. I don’t know if the cops figured that as long as we were out there on the pier raising hell, we were not getting in trouble somewhere else. Or maybe they figured that since they had never had to respond to any accidents or break up any fights that they might as well leave us alone to do the exact same things that they had done as young adults. Whatever it was, I sure enjoyed racing my car out there on White Street Pier and wouldn’t trade the experience for nothing in this world.

My parents owned the only two boat yards in the Florida Keys. This made it exciting to grow up on such a small island, becaus
e instead of complaining that I never had anything to do, like most normal teenagers my age would do. I was very content in my teenage years. In the afternoon, when I came home from school and finished my homework and chores. My younger brother Tony and I would jump in my twenty-foot boat and go fishing. Sometimes we would go out a couple of miles off shore, where it was deep enough to do some drift fishing for a few hours. Other times I would drive the boat out to Sand Key, which was about twenty miles from Key West and we would fish until midnight. We hardly ever came home with less than a couple of large ice chest filled with yellowtail and snapper. My parent never complained about my fishing expeditions as long as I kept my grades up and of course, we brought home plenty of fish for dinner. One of the great things about fishing in the Florida Keys is that you have such an array of seafood. We have pink shrimp in the Gulf coast, lobster and crabs that you can find under almost any rock or inside any cave and some of the best selection of fish, you could possibly find. You could almost choose what type of fish you wanted to catch that day, as long as you knew your way around the islands of the Florida Keys. Sometimes, that is exactly what my mom expected me to do if she wanted something special for dinner.

I remember there was this one time that she wanted some yellowtail and red snapper for a party at the end of the month. Evidently, she had invited my grandparents over for dinner and she knew that my grandfather loved her grilled snapper. Therefore, she put in her
order early to give me enough time to catch that much fish. I knew from past experience what my mom was planning and how many people would be coming for dinner. Since I figured out what occasion we were celebrating, I knew that I was not alone in this quest for seafood, my mom was smart when it came to throwing a party. She would tell my father to invite some of the local shrimp house owners and get them to donate the shrimp. Then she would call my uncle, the one who owned a lobster boat and tell him he could invite whoever he wanted to the party as long as they supplied the lobster. Well lobster is a little harder to get then shrimp so he would start inviting friends early and tell them what they would be expected to bring to the party. In addition, my dad had some friends in Miami that he grew up with, which would send down the crab legs every year for the party. So that only left the fish and that was my department. I knew that I had my work cut out for me because when my mom threw my grandfather a birthday party, it seem like everybody in town would be there. She did not even have to worry about buying liquor, because of the standing rule of bring your own bottle invitation. That let everybody know that if they were coming to the party, all they had to do was bring a dish of food and drinks and they were welcome. One of the things I liked about our annual festivity was all the young women that it would attract, and the fun I would have choosing the girl that I wanted to be with that weekend. I must admit that having so many women at my disposal led me on a quest to find the perfect nypho, which in my mind would be the perfect woman for me.  I met the girl of my dreams while running on Smather’s Beach. She is probably one of the main reason that I spent the next few years in search of the perfect nympho. Her name was Amy; she was tall and slender with long muscular legs and beautiful black hair that she would put up in a ponytail when she was running. And a figure like a Penthouse pin up girl, the type of girl that most men would die to be with for just one night. I met her a few weeks ago on one of my morning runs along A1A, on the east side of the island. I loved running along the beach early in the morning as the sun was rising in the east over the water. It was so quiet and serene, with only the sound of the ocean and the sea gulls. That morning started off like every other morning, I woke up around five o’clock, took a quick shower and drove out to the beach. Call me a romantic if you want but I love watching the sunrise in the morning before my run. I like sitting barefoot by the water allowing the warm saltwater of the Atlantic Ocean bath my feet as the sun rises from the east. You couldn’t ask for a more beautiful sight, the sun would start to rise with an orange glow over the crystal blue waters of the gulfstream, then an array of colors would burst across the sky like an explosion of beautiful shades of pinks, reds and yellows. An artist couldn’t have expressed a more beautiful painting than the sunrise I witnessed that morning. I started my run at Monroe Beach every morning, which was the older of the two beaches on the east side of the island and continued up along Smather’s Beach until I reached Fort Taylor and I decided to take a short break to stretch my muscles. While I was bent over with my hands on my knees trying to catch my second wind. Along came this stunning tall woman, she stopped just a couple of yards in front of me, and started stretching against a tall coconut tree. I couldn’t help but watch her as she went through her stretching routine. She was absolutely gorgeous, long muscular legs, slender built and a body to die for. I was mesmerized with her beauty and totally caught off guard when she looked back at me with an enchanting smile on her face and introduced herself as Amy Miller. I responded to her by stretching my hand to greet her. After exchanging names she asked me if I ran here every morning. I told her yes and without saying another word to me, she turned and started jogging away. I couldn’t believe what just happened, the woman of my dreams enters my life, the type of girl that you fantasy about being with and without any notice she is gone. As I watched her shapely behind start to disappear into the distance, I couldn’t help wondering why she was inquiring about my running schedule. Hell she barely gave me enough time to tell her my name. She had almost reached the big bend on the northeast side of the island before I decided to start running after her. Damn, she is almost a quarter of a mile ahead of me already. I didn’t know if I could catch up with her before she reaches the Naval Hospital and makes the turn south on Flagler Street to finish the last leg of her run.

As I started running at an increased pace to catch up with my wayward beauty, the distance between us begins to shorten. I notice that she had slowed down as if she has become aware that I was trying to catch up with her. I lost sight of her as she turned south on Flagler Street and to my surpris
e, she was waiting for me at a bus stop bench just a few hundred feet from where she had made the turn.

“Well it took you long enough Chris; I didn’t think you would e
ver catch up with me.”  She muttered as she stretches her long legs on the park bench. Damn I love to watch her stretch her long beautiful legs, this could become a favorite pass time for me.

“What makes you think that I was trying to catch up with you
Amy? I didn’t know you turned on Flagler Street, I thought that you kept running west on US1.” I said with a surprised look on my face. 

“Sure you did Chris, which is why you were damn near sprinting when you turned the corner back there.
” She smiled a somewhat seductive smile, mocking my feeble attempt of telling her a tiny lie.

“Well putting that all a side, now that you finally caught up with me would you like to finish our run together?” Again she gave me an overly seductive smile as she waited in anticipation for my answer. I stood there like a bumblin
g idiot, unable to speak a word. I couldn’t help myself I was mesmerized by her beauty. She was a cold stone fox, probably one of the most beautiful women that I have ever met and even though I could see her lips moving I didn’t hear a word that she was saying to me. I was too busy trying to take a mental note of every curve of her body without being noticed.

“What is wrong
with you Chris, cat got your tongue?” She was obviously having way too much fun at my expense. Finally I mustered up enough courage to answer her.      

“Sure Amy,
I would love to run with you but I think I will set the pace this time if you don’t mind.” She gave me one of her most seductive smiles and turned south and took off forcing me to sprint at full speed in order to catch up to her.

As we both continued the run together down Flagler Street it didn’t take long to figure out th
at she was a very strong runner, not even taking into account that she had longer legs than I do. We finished our morning running together with each taking turns on the lead. Or I should say that Amy must have been extremely competitive because every time I took the lead she would speed up and pass me. As we approached Monroe beach where she had parked her car we said our goodbyes and she ran off to the parking lot. After a couple more weeks of meeting her on my morning run and ultimately running together, Amy asked me if I would like to be her running partner. Of course I said yes, after all the trouble I went through to meet her. Hell if I had tried any harder to bump into her on her morning run she might have thought that I was stalking her. She didn’t always show up to run at the same time and sometimes she would pick different locations on the beach to begin her morning run. But we managed to bump into one another often enough to get to know each other’s running habits. For one thing, she liked to set the pace of our morning run and of course I enjoyed watching the cheeks of her perfectly shaped ass sway back and forth as she jogged in front of me. Eventually I would catch up with her and set my pace to hers, all along fantasizing about us being together in perfect rhythm with

one another.

“Chris, you are such a guy, don’t you think I know that you were back there checking out my ass, I know that your faster than I am and you could have effortlessly caught up with me anytime you wanted.” She says very playfully. I acknowledged her observation of my behavior with a big smile. 

“Are you kidding me Amy, every guy on this beach is looking at your bottom as you jog pass them. Am I the only male out here that shouldn’t admire your beautiful body?” She laughed as
if I had said something funny. I love the way she smiles at me.

“Oh, you h
ave a lot of room to talk Chris, don’t you think I see all the beautiful beach bunny’s trying to get your attention as we jog by them? And of course they would give me dirty looks when you don’t respond to their flirtatious behavior, as if it is really my fault. I swear if looks could kill.”