Nympho: Book One (Nempho Book One) (2 page)

I gestured for her to stop for a moment so we could stretch. I couldn’t help but look at her gorgeous body with admiration as she went t
hrough her stretching routine. First, she bent over at the hips with her long legs straight and her feet spread as far apart as she could get them, then she lowered her hands to the ground in front of her for support. I couldn’t have had a better view of her now exposed bottom if I had asked for it. As I stood behind her hoping that the spandex body suit she was wearing would split at the seams, she looked back at me and saw the big grin on my face and she whispered under her breath just low enough that I couldn’t hear her without moving closer.

“Are you enjoying
the view Chris?” She whispers under her breath as she cocked her hips provocatively.

“Or are you still thinking about those beach bunny’s that we passed a few minutes ago?”        

“Do I detect a bit of jealousy in your voice Amy Miller, besides how do you know that those girls were not checking out your hot body and were just upset because you had the best of both worlds.”

“What do you mean Chris?”
She smiles coyly. 

“Well not only are you a beautiful woman, but of course you have me chasing after your sexy ass every morning.”
She smiled at me seductively as she slowly squatted almost to her knees and then back up again. We went on teasing each other with sly little sexual innuendoes for the rest of our run that morning and when we reached the spot that Amy had parked her car she looked back at me and blew me a kiss.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Chris.” She said as she ran off in the direction of the parking lot. I didn’t break my stride one bit as I passed her, but I did pretend to catch her kiss and playfully throw it back to her on the way to my car that was parked just a few hundred feet away.   As the days turned into weeks, Amy and I became close friends and of course our little game of flirtation continued. Then one Saturday morning after we finished running I asked her if she would like to have breakfast with me. She must have thought I was being flirtatious with her and snapped back at me.

“No Chris, I am not going home with you so I can wake up tomorrow and have breakfast with you.” 

“Wow, slow down Amy, I was talking about g
oing to get something to eat this morning.” She looked at me bewilder and confused but at least she didn’t bite.

“Oh, I’m sorry Chris, but in my line of work, I hear every pickup line you can think of and I thought that you were just hitting on me.” She smiled apologetically. 

“No, I wasn’t hitting on you Amy, I usually stop and get breakfast before I go to work and I thought that you might want to join me.” I leaned over to catch my breath, still breathing heavy from our run.

“Can you overlook my sarcasm long enough for me to accept your invitation?”

“Sure Amy, I guess we have been teasing each other to much lately and you simply didn’t know when to take me serious.”

“I don’t want you to get too serious either Chris, I have been having way to much fun with you the last few weeks f
or that to happen now. I haven’t had any personal interactions with a man since my husband left me, except for my morning runs with you.” She says to my surprise.

“You’re
husband, does that mean you are married? I had no Idea Amy; I wouldn’t have been flirting with you the way I have been for the last few weeks if I would have known that you were married.” Needless to say I was quite shocked by her latest revelation and it showed all over my face.

“No Chris
, I’m sorry, I mean yes, I am married but we have been separated now for a few months.” Well this little tidbit of information is definitely a game changer, I have been having a lot of fun with Amy, but I certainly didn’t want to get involved with a married woman. The last thing I need is a love crazed, jealous husband coming after me because he thinks that I am having an affair with his wife. I shook my head from side to side.

“
I don’t mean to pry in your personal affairs Amy, but you said that your husband left you. What exactly does that mean; does he still come around to see you?”

“No Chris, we are not seeing each other anymore, the truth is I have not seen him since he packed his bags and moved to Miami a few months ago. If you really want me to be
honest with you I hope I never seen the bastard again.” I could see that she was getting flustered and emotional as the tears began to swell up in her eyes.

“Do you mind
if we change the subject Chris?” She asked, chocking back her tears.

“I didn’t mean to upset you Amy, it’s just that you caught me off guard. I don’t typic
ally date married women.” I muttered rather defensively. 

“I didn’t know we were dating Chris.” I could see a glimmer of hope in her eyes as she smiled in anticipation of my answer.
Damn, that didn’t come out right, talk about opening your mouth and sticking your foot in it. I liked Amy, probably more than I was willing to admit but I wasn’t ready to get into any kind of a relationship. What the hell am I thinking, she just got finished telling me that she was married. I stood there stunned by her statement and decided that it would be best to change the subject.

“Alright Amy, I think this conversation it getting way off the original subject. If I am not mistaken the question was would you like to have breakfast with me.”

“Of course I want to have breakfast with you Chris, I’ve never been on a breakfast date before.” She smirked as if she had finely got her way.    

“Ok, now that we have that settled do you want to take your own car or ride with me in mine?”

“I suppose that depends on where you want to have breakfast Chris.”

“Oh, it not far from here, there is a place on Margret Street that I like to go to, they serve a great breakfast and the service is good too.”

“Why don’t I take my own car Chris, that way I will have a little more time to spend with you?” It didn’t take us long to get to the restaurant, it was only a few blocks away and in spite of Amy’s driving, we arrived in one piece. We had so much fun that morning, talking over breakfast that we decided to make it part of our daily routine. In the weeks to come Amy and I became closer friends and would talk about whatever was own our mind that day. Sometimes our discussion would be about our previous workday, or our dreams and aspirations, no matter what the topic was, we could spend hours communicating with one another. But what surprised me was that she never mentions anything personal about herself, she seemed to want to keep her personal life out of our conversations. Except for the mention of her and her husband being separated I knew very little about this woman that I had become so fond of, hell I didn’t even know where she lived before she moved to Key West. One time I asked her where her family lived and she changed the subject so fast that I almost fell off my chair. After that day I never brought up her family again.

One morning after our run, she asked me if I would mind giving her a ride home because her car wouldn’t start. I said of course I would and asked her where did she live, because up until this point we had never discussed where either one of us lived. Hell, I didn
’t even have her phone number. As we drove through town, I looked over at her and she had put her feet up on the dashboard of my car and started rubbing some kind of cream on the muscles of her legs all the way up to her inner thighs. I couldn’t help watching her slowly rubbing her inner thighs and just as I slip off into my own little fantasy of her rubbing hot oil all over her naked body. An angry woman in the car behind me started blasting her horn and yelling at me to move my car. Evidently, the light had turned green and I was so absorbed in my own little daydream about Amy, that I wasn’t paying attention to the traffic light changing. Amy looked up at me and caught me starring at her legs and giggled. There goes that sweet smile again, damn she is pretty. How did I get so lucky to end up with such a beautiful woman?

“A penny for your thoughts big boy.” Well she caught me off guard and my face turned beet red from embarrassment.

“Just admiring the view.” I smirked in her direction.

“Chris don’t you think that you should keep your eyes on the road instead of the soft skin of my thighs?” As she spoke she caressed her inner thigh with her fingers and deliberately teasing me by seductively licking her luscious red lips with her tongue.

“After all there is plenty of time for that later on Chris that is if you think you can handle me.” She said with a very low seductive voice.

Handle her
! Hell that is the only thing that I have been thinking of since the day that I met you, I dream every night of you lying naked on my bed and begging me to make love to you. I have not had a good night’s sleep since I met you. I go to bed thinking about touching you and wake up wanting you.   This is the first time Amy had ever made a real pass at me. So, when I pulled up to her house to let her off and say goodbye. I was a little surprised when she looked at me with her big brown eyes and asked me if I would like to come in for a glass of cold lemonade. Of course I was thirsty as hell and I loved lemonade so I turned off my car and said sure I would love something cold to drink, and then followed her into the house. Amy lived in one of the older sections of Key West, just a few blocks from the graveyard. I knew the area well from my younger years, when my uncle would take me for a ride in his patrol car. He would always drive by the graveyard and tell me stories about some of the older graves and how the town’s people would talk about the graveyard being haunted. He also told me about the Calusa Indian tribe and how they were slaughtered on the beaches of Key West. And if you look real hard you could still find bone fragments in the sand.

Her house was a small conch hous
e, built in the mid thirty’s. The house looked pretty good for its age, with the big wooden framed windows and a porch that wrapped around the front of the house. When she opened the door I could see that her home was well maintained, the house was immaculate even the hardwood floors were nice and polished throughout the house. She had an antique black piano off to one corner of her living room and a large screen T.V. in the other corner, there was plenty of seating among the plush leather couches and the overstuffed easy chair. Over all, her house was very comfortable in a modest sort of way.

“Chris the lemonade is in the refrigerator in the kitchen, help yourself, you will find glasses in the cabinet next to the sink and if you don’t mind
, would you pour me a glass to? I want to take a quick shower so I can get ready for work. So why don’t you make yourself comfortable and I will be out in a few minutes.” She gave me a warm smile as she walked into the bedroom.

I helped myself to a tall glass of lemonade and left Amy’s glass on the counter. Then I sat down on the couch. I couldn’t help but think about Amy in the shower, slowly washing her beautiful breast and the soapy water running down her flat stomach, gathering at that triangle of black curly hair between her legs. Damn she was beautiful, probably the sexiest wo
man I have ever met. Then again without warning for the second time today, Amy startled me from my short erotic fantasy about her.

“Chris, could you get me my glass of lemonade?”
Startled by her voice I turned toward the bedroom door and dropped my glass of lemonade. I stood there totally mystified as it spilled all over her glass-end table.

My daydream of her taking a shower must have lasted longer than I thought. Because there she was standing in front of me with a towel barely covering her gorgeous naked body. I swear that this seemed like one of those stories that you read about in playboy. Here I am sitting in front of a beautiful women and the only thing between her soft naked skin and me is
a small blue terrycloth towel. Which barley covered her breast as it draped down the front of her just enough to cover that secret triangle of love. I managed to get up from the couch and stumbled closer to her, trying to keep my eyes from looking down at her perfectly rounded hips that peeked out of each side of the towel. I made my way to the kitchen counter to retrieve her glass, watching her, watch me. God I wish she would drop the towel. I reached out and handed her the tall glass of lemonade and after taking a long sip, she seductively licked her full red lips with her tongue. Then she touched me with her hand and ran her fingers along my chest, gently tugging at the hair. I froze like a statue as she caressed my body, and could feel myself getting excited by this woman’s aggression.

“Why don’t you take a shower Chris and get all this sweat off your body.” She whispered in my ear, and then planted a small kiss on my lips

.

I looked at her big dark brown eyes and told her I didn’t have any clean clothes with me. She slowly let her index finger trace a line in my skin, from my chest down to my waist and pulled me by my shorts close to her body. I could feel her breast pressing against my chest and I started
feeling weak in the knees. She reached up with her other hand and grabbed me by my hair and kissed me again with her tongue dancing seductively in my mouth. All I could think of was the only thing holding up the towel between her naked body and mine was our bodies being pressed together while she kissed me. As our lips parted, yet still so close, I could feel her hot breath on my lips she spoke to me in a very sultry voice. 

“I don’t think you will need any clothes Chris, not for what I have in mind. So why don’t you go take a shower like a good boy.”
Playfully smacking me on the ass.