Nympho: Book One (Nempho Book One) (11 page)

“Yes of course, I love what you are doing to me, but if you don’t stop what you are doing I am going to explode in your mouth.”

“Ohhhh, I didn’t know that could happen, what do you want me to do?” She whispered with excitement.

“Come up here and straddle me and I will slide myself into you.”

“You are not going to hurt me, are you Chris?”

“No, of course not, you are just going to be on top, that way you have all the control.”

“She places a knee on either side of my hips and took hold of my penis and guided me up inside her.” Damn… she is so tight.

“Ohhhh my god, I don’t remember it being so big are you sure you will not hurt me?”

“Just close your eyes and think happy thoughts, go slow, that is it, damn your hot Strawberry, just a little deeper, that’s it baby, damn you are so wet.” She started grinding her hips on top of me and I could feel her hot body begin to swell around me as she impaled herself on my erection.

“Oh god I feel you inside me, you are so damn hard. Make love to me Chris. I want you to take me now.” I couldn’t take it no more, the
musky smell of her hot, sweaty body was driving me up the wall, all I wanted to do was turn her over and take her. I reached up, grabbed her gently by the shoulders, and pulled her wet hot body down to me, kissing her succulent moist mouth and then rolled her over on her back.

“What are you doing Chris? I want to be on top of you.”

“We are changing things a little bit sweetie pie, it is my turn to be on top.”

“But, I don’t understand Chris.” 

“Shush, Just be patient and trust me Strawberry, you will understand in a minute.” I was still inside of her and I could feel her excitement as she swelled around my erection

.

“Oh Strawberry, you are so tight I want to stay inside you forever.”

I kissed her wet lips as I slowly thrust myself into her over and over again.  I could feel her body shudder as she began to climax and moan incontrollable. Which only made me drive myself harder and faster into her hot moist body. It only took a few more rapid strokes and I was releasing myself into her trembling body. She wrapped her long legs around my backside to hold me i
nside of her. I kissed her scorching moist lips passionately as she dug her long nails into my back. All I could hear was the sound of her moaning as she experienced her first of many orgasms. I fell on top of her, my body spent from the passionate lovemaking and still she hadn’t let go of me. Our bodies seemed to melt together as she wrapped me into her web and just like the spider; she consumed me, body and soul. After what seemed like eternity, she released my limp body from her grasp and I rolled over on my back, still panting from the ordeal with my goddess of love. I laid there for a few minutes recuperating my strength and when I opened my eyes there she was in all her glorious beauty, staring at me with a big smile on her face.

“What are you smiling about Strawberry?”

“Oh, nothing I was just thinking about how great my birthday has been so far, I‘m thirsty, can we get another drink from the ice box?” We sat there talking for a while longer then I noticed a campfire a few hundred yards from us.        

“Look there is other campers up the beach would you like to take a walk and meet our neighbors?”
Pointing to the campfires in the distance.

“Yes
Chris, I would love to take a walk, do you know them? While tilting her head to one side.

“Come on, let’s get dressed.”
We both slid on our shorts and t-shirts.

“Let’s go Chris, I want to walk up the beach and meet our neighbors
.”

“It could be fun.” She gasped as I grabbed her hand and started walking towards the next campsite. The campsite was at least a few hundred yards from where we were camping. So I pointed out some of the seashells to Strawberry as we walked along the beach. As we approached the first camp site I could see Jose playing hide and seek with h
is four year old Johnny and in the mangroves sat little Sara with her cute brown curls blowing in the warm summer wind. I wave and hollered a robust hello to Jose as we walked up his campfire.

“Hey Chris, how have you been.”  Jose replied with a big welcome smile on his face.

“I have not seen you for over a month, who is the cute little redhead hanging on your arm?” Jose looks toward Strawberry and puts out his hand to greet her.

“Hi, my name is Strawberry,” she put her hand out to greet Jose, and then she went on to say I am
his girlfriend.

“I have been working, Jose and you know my old man doesn’t give me any time off when shrimp boats are in dry dock at the boat yard.” I st
and proud next to my little redhead.

“Hell, he has not given me a day off in weeks.”

“Well that is not a good reason to stop visiting old friends; you know Jenny and I worry about you when you don’t come around for a while.” Jose blurts out with a bit of sarcasm.

“I am sorry Jose; I just seem to get wrapped up into to my work at the boatyard and sometimes forget about my best friends.”
I put my arm around Strawberry and pull her close to me.

“Where is that beautiful wife of yours anyway?” While looking around the campsite.

“Oh, she is around here somewhere, I am sure she will come running as soon as she realizes that you are here.”  

Jose has a forty-five foot lobster boat that he keeps
in dry storage at our boatyard on Stock Island during the winter months. Then he rents an old dock at the end of the Island during lobster season. Like most lobstermen, Jose will start building his traps during the winter months and start rigging his traps with rope and buoys at the first sign of summer. He has lived here on Grassy Key with his family for the last five or six years. He never leaves the island except to ride his bike down to the old country store in Marathon when he needs groceries.

I first met Jose and his wife Jenny a little over five years ago. I had just turned eighteen and got my drivers permit, which meant I could ride the motorcycle that I had been building all summer. Boy was I excited, this was the first time I had seen my Harley since I put her in the shop for a paint job. As Paul rolled my chopper out of the showroom onto the pavement outside, I couldn’t help but to admire how the glitter of the chromed thirteen over springer front end complemented the candy apple pink gas tank. Wow was she beautiful. I could not wait to take her out for a ride. As any young blooded American boy would do, I hoped on the seat of my Harley and gave her a good kick-start and as the engine roared to life. I put her into gear and headed north out of the city for the first time in my life. I could see Key West disappearing in my rearview mirror as I sped up US1 with no destination in mind. I started thinking of where I wanted to go and I suddenly remembered Alan’s brother telling us about a beach up at Grassy Key that the local hippy chicks went swimming in the nude. Well I couldn’t think of a better
place to show off my scoot, after all it was only around eleven in the morning and I could be at Captain Bills bar and grill in Marathon by lunch time and then head up to Grassy Key. After eating a fried grouper sandwich at Captain Bills, I hopped on my bike and drove north another ten miles before I could see an old dirt road that went east into mangroves. I decided that this seemed like a good path to take so I slowly drove along the dirt road until I came upon the beach. I first looked north along the beach and then south but I did not see anybody swimming or sunbathing on the beach. At this point, I was very disappointed. After all, I drove sixty miles hoping I would get to see some naked hippy girls sunbathing in the sand.

Well I did not want to end my excursion to Grassy Key with complete failure so I turned my bike north and started driving on the beach. I had not gone more than a few hundred yards and my back wheel sled in the sand and dug a deep hole that I could not get out of without help. As my bike lay over on its side and dumped me into the sand, I could not help calling myself a dumb ass for riding my big Harley chopper out here in the first place. I must have laid there for at least ten minutes calling myself every name in the book before I heard this voice behind me asking me if I was all right. I snarled back at whoever was speaking to me.

“Do I look like I’m all right?” I uttered as I laid in the sand with my Harley on top of me.

“I have five hundred pounds of motorcycle lying on my leg and the dam
n exhaust pipe is burning the hell out of me.” The voice behind me spoke again.

“My name is Jose and I don’
t want you to think that I am going to leave you here. I just need to run back to my campsite and get my wife to help me lift the motorcycle off you.”

I tried to look back at him to tell him I was sorry for yelling at him, but he had already left and I could hear him calling his wife for help. It seemed like eternity before I heard footsteps running towards me in the sand
and as they approach the back of the bike I could hear the woman asking her husband if I was going to be alright. He answered rather abruptly.

“Yes, we just need to get the bike off his leg and I think he will be fine.”

As they lifted up the bike, I pull out my leg, then helped them stand up my motorcycle and put the kickstand out so the bike would not fall over again. The woman whom I later found out was Jose wife, invited me back to their campsite where she gently rubbed some burn ointment on my burned leg. Jenny was a tall beautiful woman with long curly blond hair that fell past her shoulders and lingered at the base of her behind. I could not take my eyes off her long shapely legs, as she stood up to leave me and return to her duties as a mother of a cute little four-year-old boy. His name is Johnny and for some strange reason he was named after Johnny Cash. Jose said he wanted to name him Sue like the famous song. However, his wife Jenny would not have any part of having her son named after a country song by Johnny Cash titled

“A Boy Named Sue,” so they compromised and named their first-born son Johnny C. Delgado. It was not a secret that his middle initial stood for Cash, even if Jose would not admit it. Jose and I like reminiscing about the pa
st and we would have gone on talking for hours if Strawberry had not been there with us. As I sat there by the campfire, talking to my friend, Jenny walked up and offered me a cold beer.

“I am sorry I didn’t mean to be rude but I was not sure if you liked beer.” She looks over at Strawberry.

“I thought you might like a wine cooler instead. I am going up to the house to get one, would you like to join me.” As I watched Strawberry follow Jenny up the path to their house I could not help feeling the urge to explain to my friend who Strawberry was, but before I could utter a word Jose was screaming at me.

“Chris, what is going on with y
ou and this girl?” While he looked me straight in the eyes.

“You disappear for a month and the next time you show your face, there is a girl hanging on your arm claiming to be your girlfriend.”  Jose put his hands on his hips, then flings his arms in the air like a typical Latin male arguing with his hands.

“Jose quiet down, she is going to hear you.” I said quietly. “A least let me explain, before you start yelling at me. I only met her this morning down on Big Pine Key. She was hitchhiking and I almost hit her with my car, so I felt obligated to give her a ride.” I looked a Jose and he kept rambling on.

“Sure you did Chris and I bet her red hair and cute little ass had nothing to do with giving her a ride. Besides Chris, where is she going?”

“Jose she said that she was going to Miami.”

“Did you get lost? This is not the highway. Damn Chris she doesn’t even look like she is eighteen. Did you even bother to ask her if she was old enough to be out here hitchhiking?” I didn’t want to tell Jose that I think she is a run-away. Besides, I’m still not sure if that is true. I know I need to find out more about her before I keep driving north to Miami. And that’s for sure…

“I will bet that you don’t know a damn thing about her.”

“Ok…ok I get it!” Why is he giving me such a hard time?

“Hell, I will bet you that Strawberry is not even her real name.” It didn’t matter to me if Strawberry was her real name or not, I thought it was cute.

“Jose, I do not know who she is or where she comes from, the only thing I know about her is what she has told me. Now can we please quit talking about her?” I wasn’t about to tell Jose anything else now, he sure he is acting like my father, and he is only a few years older than me. I think.

At that moment, I could hear the girls talking and giggling with each other as they were coming down the path from the beach-house. I looked up and Jenny was staring down at me.

“Boy, oh boy, Chris, this is quite a girl you have gotten yourself hooked up with, she has not stopped talking about you since we left here an hour ago. By the way, what is this plan of yours to go up to Miami and meet her father?” Not her too, I need to get out of here.

That seemed like my cue to say good night to my friends, I didn’t want to lie to my friends about how screwed up this day has been so I reach for Strawberries hand.

“Why don’t we say goodnight to Jose and Jenny and finish our walk on the beach.” So I said goodnight to my friends and promised them that I would be back to see them soon.