Nympho: Book One (Nempho Book One) (3 page)

I didn’t know what Amy was planning to do to me, but I
certainly wanted to find out. As I turn towards the bathroom and went for my shower, I couldn’t help thinking about this stunning woman. She wasn’t that much older than I was, but I am sure she had a lot more experience in making love than I did. But I wasn’t sure if she was being serious or was she just flirting with me again. The shower is nice and spacious. She had an array of bathing products line up on a sunken shelf. I picked one of them up and it had her sweet smell, which only excited me more. I washed my whole body and found the shampoo. I wasn’t in the shower more than a few minutes, before once again I was startled by her presence on the other side of the shower curtain. As she opened the curtain just enough to hand me a warm towel, I could feel her eyes staring at me, watching me, slowing checking out my wet naked body, I couldn’t help wondering what she was thinking as she ravished my body with her eyes. The powder blue towel was very warm and felt good against my skin; she must have heated the towel in the dryer for me. Wow I could get use to this kind of treatment.

“Chris if you hurry up and get out of the shower I will give you a massage before I go to work. I am sure that your muscles are
sore from this morning’s run.”

Ok n
ow I am confused as hell, was she only talking about giving me a massage earlier when she said that I wouldn’t need my clothes for what she had in mind? I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to know what she had in store for me in her bedroom. So I dried off, wrapped the towel around my waist, I found some mouthwash on the counter and quickly used it, then headed towards the bedroom. As I entered the bedroom door she stood in front of me like a goddess, wearing a short white silk robe clinging to the slender curves of her body. She patted on the bed next to her and told me in a soft seductive voice to loosen my towel and lay face down on her bed. I did what she said and I felt her straddle her knee’s on either side of my hips and rest her bottom on mine. I could barely handle the fact that her naked skin was touching mine. I trembled at the thought of her touching me with her hands. I haven’t had much sexual experience, only making out with two other young girls. This is my first time with a mature woman with her own agenda. But I have read a lot about lovemaking and there were several things I defiantly wanted to try. Especially with a woman like Amy.

“Chris relax I am not going to hurt you I do this for a living.”
I guess I’m still tense.

“Ok, I’m all yours.”
I tried to relax as I laid down on the bed.

She rubbed some heated oil onto her hands and started to massage my shoulders and arms. I could feel the heat of her hands as she rubbed her way down my back to the edge of my towel. She rubbed the backs of my legs, and slowly worked her way up until she was massaging the muscles of my butt. It felt so good to have her hands all over me, I have never had a woman touch me like this. Then after a long time of massaging my backside, she told me to turn over as she repositioned herself at the foot of the bed and she started rubbing my feet. She worked her way up from my ankles and started massaging the front of my legs, paying particular attention to each of my muscle’s as she gently worked her way pass my knees and up to my thighs. She made her way to my chest, making sure I was covered in hot oil from head to toe. She played with the hair on my chest, drawing little circles in the hair.

“Damn you have a stunning body Chris.” I could hear her breathing accelerate and I anticipated her every move.

“I’ve given a lot of men massages at work Chris and I have never seen such a fine physique on a man.”

I still wasn’t sure of her intentions until her hot oiled hands slipped under my towel and gently started stroking my penis. With my erection firmly in her hands she spoke to me seductively.

“Chris I have a confession to make, I have a very strong sexual appetite and sometimes I can’t control myself, if I want to have sex with a man, then it has to be right then and there, it
doesn’t matter where I am at. You might say that I am a bit obsessed with my sexual needs and right now, I want you.” She stared deep into my eyes as if she was looking for my approval. I couldn’t help wondering to myself how I could say no to a woman that has my manhood in the palm of her hands.

“Are you ok with that Chris, because if you are we can have a lot of fun together?” Of course I am ok with that, are you kidding, I’m about to explode in your hand right now
I thought to myself.

“Amy I would love to make love with you.”

“Chris, what I plan on doing to you has nothing to do with making love, I need a man right now, and you are it.”

Amy opened the front of my towel as she positioned herself on top of me. She started kissing her way up from my stomach to my chest, playfully biting me as she worked her way up to my mouth. Kissing me very passionately, I reached up to caress her fine-looking breast gently pulling at her nipples. She lets out a small moan. Her skin is so soft and with the hot oil, her warm body is gliding against mine. I looked at her beautiful breast in front of me and
gently bite down on her nipples, first one and then the other, she moaned again as I sucked her swelling nipples into my mouth. As I took them into my hot palms, gently caressing her firm breast with my hands, she leaned forward smothering my face with her firm breast, I pulled them together, kissing each one of breast and gently pinching her hard nipples again as she moaned with delight. She reaches down between her legs, takes my penis in her hand and guided me inside her. I groaned as I entered the warmth of this woman for the first time. God she is so tight, I can feel her muscles working me. She gets up on her feet squatting over me with her hands on my chest while moving her hips back and forth slowly at first. Then she raises her hips up and down. Wow… she has strong legs.  I grab her hips and she started riding me harder with each thrust, she dug her fingernails deeper into to my chest. I groaned from the pain she inflicted on me. The pain excited me more than I could ever imagine. Still up on her feet, I could feel her sliding herself down the full length of my erection until it-hit bottom, and then she started all over again.

“Oh god.” She screamed as she road me like a wildcat in heat. I didn’t want to disappoint my sexy nympho so I grabbed her by her hips and drove myself deep inside her
repeatedly until she was screaming for me to stop. I reach up and grab one breast squeezing her nipple hard. With the other hand, I reached between us and started to massage her clitoris. Circling around and around while applying a little pressure. She holds my shoulders even tighter.

“Oh... Yes.” she cries.

“Oh Amy you are so wet.” The anticipation of a climax is building for the both of us as we move our hips in sync. Each time hitting skin to skin with every driving force.

“Stop Chris! Please stop” she yelps with passion.  What the hell is she talking about, there is no way in hell I am going to stop fucking her now. Applying a little more pressure to her clitoris made her b
ody tremble with anticipation. She moaned a few more times, as I plunged myself up inside her hot wet pussy. It wasn’t long before I felt myself swelling deep inside her as she began to climax and then so did I. She didn’t stop until she fell on me panting of lust from our lovemaking. She collapsed there on top of me, naked, drenched with sweat and still trembling from the explosion of her orgasm. She laid there with me still inside of her, for what seemed like eternity, I could feel her breathing, smell the intoxicating aroma of her perfume and then without warning she kisses me and rolls off to one side. She stretches out along side of me with her head on my chest trying to catch her breath. After a few minutes, I ease out of her arms, go to the bathroom, and bring Amy a hot wet clothe to wipe herself. We laid there cuddled for a while, and we both dosed off.  

Chapter 2

I
must have fallen asleep, because when I woke up Amy had gone to work, so I looked around the room until I found my clothes and got dressed. As I was getting ready to leave the house, I found a note tapped up on the inside of the bedroom door telling me she had a great time and she would see me in the morning at the beach, she also gave me her phone number. I will be sure to add it to my phone later. I looked at the clock next to the bed and it was twelve o’clock. I must have been sleeping for hours. I washed up and got dressed as fast as I could.

Damn I am late; I had promised my dad that I would weld a rudder on a shrimp boat that was scheduled to be put back in the water on Thursday. I only had a few hours of work left, but I would have to work hard if I wanted to be done in time to keep my word to Tony. I had promised my brother tha
t we would go fishing tonight. I finished welding the rudder around four o’clock just in time for the paint crew to clean the rudder and put a coat of primer on it so they could paint it in the morning. I went down to my boat to get everything ready for our fishing trip tonight. Luckily, I had filled the boat up with fuel the day before yesterday. 

Around five o’clock Tony showed up at the boatyard
, the sun was setting as we started our twenty mile journey to Sand Key. I loved to be on the ocean at sunset watching the sun disappear over the horizon, the water was beautiful that day, clear as glass, with just a slight swell to the waves that lapped against the side of our boat as we headed southwest to Sand Key. I loved being out in the ocean and spent as much time out there as possible, it didn’t matter what time of the year it was, if I got a chance to go fishing, that is where you would find me. You could almost say that I learned how to drive a boat before I could ride a bike, of course I didn’t have much use for a bicycle. But when I was a young teenager, a boat could take me places that I have never been before. Sometimes I would fantasize that I was a pirate searching the waters for a lonely cargo ship. Other times I would be part of a naval invasion and there were times that I would be an explorer and I would explore the uncharted islands of the Caribbean. Whatever my latest adventure would be, I could always count on my brothers, Tony and Frank to play along. As I was steering the boat I started thinking about how fast I had built that rudder and how good of a welder I had become. I have been working at the boatyard every summer since I was eleven years old and I learned just about everything you could want to know about fixing shrimp boats. Hell when I was fourteen I built the transom on a sixty-five foot trawler all by myself. I could caulk the bottom of a boat, and pull the propeller and shaft out of a boat while it was still in the water. But my passion was welding and mechanics so when I was eighteen I went to Hobart welding school to become a certified welder. My dad agreed to pay for my testing because he had a Coast Guard cutter coming in for repairs the next summer. I sure loved working at the boatyard but it took its toll on me, trying to juggle high school and football, hell sometimes I would work all night to get a job done and still go to school in the morning. Luckily, my father put my education before the work I had at the boatyard, but he did not think much of my love for football, nor did he understand my desire to go to law school. Tony startled me out of my trance by calling my name.

“Chris we are coming up on Sand Key, tell me when you want me to drop anchor.”

“Tony, drop the anchor on the south side of the island.”               

Tony and I were on the rocky side of Sand Key fishing for hours when I got a bite that
just about pulled me overboard. I must have fought that fish for more than twenty minutes before I managed to pull it into the boat. Well it was dark that night, almost pitch black and you couldn’t even see your hand if you held it in front of your face. As I pulled my fish out of the water and threw it onto the deck of our boat, it started wrapping itself up my fishing line, it scared the hell out of both us. And before I could say a word to Tony, he grabbed my shotgun and shot a big hole in side of our boat, completely missing that snake like intruder squirming all over the floorboards. I never realized how big of a hole a twelve-gauge shotgun could make in a plywood hull until that moment. As it turned out my big catch of the day was a large angry moray ell and he used the large gaping hole in the side of our boat to make his getaway. Tony grabbed a flashlight and pointed it at the water gushing in through the large hole in the side of the boat.

“Chris what are we going to do now.” He asked me excitedly.

“Well Tony, considering that we don’t have a radio to call the Coast Guard I suggest that you grab a bucket and start baling the damn water, before we sink.” He looked at me dumbfounded as if he did not understand the dilemma that we had gotten ourselves into. After all, we were on a boat with water gushing in so fast that if we didn’t do something quick we would be swimming real soon and I had no intentions of spending the night on Sand Key.

“Tony if we don’t get the water out of the boat before it floods the engine room; we will not be able to start the engine. Unless you have a better idea please get off your ass and start baling water w
hile I try to patch the hole.” As Tony handled the water situation, I gathered some deck boards and made a patch to fix the hole. Well it took some hard work and after a couple of hours of working in the water, we managed to fix the hole in the side of the boat.