One of My Nympho Days
written by:
Jillbaby

FOREWORD I have explained previously that Jill suffers from intermittent bouts of a medically recognised condition called hyper-sexuality and previously known as nymphomania.

Jill is highly sexed normally, so when in the grip of this mega-lust her whole persona is taken over.

ONE OF MY NYMPHO DAYS

BY JILLBABY©

It was Saturday and, I had allowed myself to sleep late for the first time in months and was now enjoying a long, lazy soak in the bath. As I lay there, almost drifting off in the sweet-scented steam, I heard a strange sound coming from the back of the house. Quickly sitting upright, I cocked my head to listen more closely and there was absolutely no doubt about it, someone was in my garden.

A thump sounded from my lounge window and my heart began to hammer as I wondered if an intruder was trying to break in. My mind raced. as I leapt to my feet - causing a little of the bathwater to slosh over the rim - and tried to decide whether I should call the police straight away or maybe shout down from the bathroom window first, to scare away whoever it was.

I am a capable girl and not easily scared, but I was hardly in the best of positions to take on a thief as I stood there naked in my bathtub. I frantically tried to think of where I might locate a suitable weapon with which to defend herself, but in that instant a strange thing happened; the trespasser began to sing; and badly at that. I slapped a palm against my forehead: it was, of course, the first Saturday of the month - the window cleaner's day.

I relaxed, and letting out the bathwater, I squirted a generous dollop of lemon-scented body gel into my palm. As I began to rub it into my warm, flushed, skin I smiled as I thought of Ted, the window cleaner. There was no doubt about it, he was a good-looking guy. Ted was just the sort of man that I had always gone for.

He was slim with broad shoulders, which tapered to a narrow waist - no beer belly there. His crew-cut was thick and dark, and I had often longed to run my fingers through it.. I thought of those sparkling blue eyes and that cheeky, white-toothed smile of his as I slid my slippery fingers over my breasts. Yes, he was definitely the kind of man that I had always fancied, but he was also the very type of man that I had recently vowed not to get involved with again.

Men like Ted were incredibly charming when they wanted to be and could have grown women blushing like silly schoolgirls in a matter of moments. But they were also the same kind of men who would drop you when they tired of fucking you, and needed to seek a fresh challenge; running off and fucking the next little piece of skirt who would flutter their eyelashes and giggle seductively at their jokes. I knew that kind of man all too well and I had experienced more than enough of them for one lifetime.

I lifted a foot up on to the edge of the bath and slowly began to slide my lotion-filled hands across my smooth thighs. A heavy thump sounded as a ladder came to rest against the wall just below the bathroom window.

The thought of him so close to my naked body exploded in my head and in seconds, I felt that special gut-wrenching lust which grips me from time to time, bubbling up deep in my groin. Instead of stroking my aroused nipples, I gripped them and twisted savagely, forcing from my throat a groan mixed with pain and desire. Without hesitation, I thrust two fingers into my pussy, which had started to flow already, as I thought back to the very first time that I had met Ted just three months earlier.

On that particular morning, the sun was shining and the sky was a cloudless, azure blue - a rare occurrence in what was rapidly turning out to be a complete wash-out of a summer - and so, unable to resist, I had gone for a little sunbathing in the small back garden.

There was a patch beside my neighbor's thick hedge, that was totally out of view of any onlooker and I decided to sunbathe topless, wearing just my bikini bottom. Little did I know that Ted, was next door and he must have moved very quietly. Thankfully, I was lying on my stomach when I was startled by his voice.

"Hi. I'm Ted, the new window cleaner," he announced as he stepped through the rear fence door. I peered up at him over the rim of my sunglasses with a look of shocked incomprehension.

"Ah! You must be my new number twenty-eight,"

he had added stepping across the small lawn completely unabashed. I managed to pull a spare towel over my shoulders and breasts and sat up. Ted had talked and joked flirtatiously, making absolutely no effort to disguise the fact that his deep, blue eyes were continually scanning my nearly nude body.

His chest was naked in the warmth and as he stood there in nothing more than a pair of torn, faded jeans, I could only stare. Ted really did have a great physique; he had strong shoulder muscles and a well-defined chest with a nice six-pack. His belly was flat and firm against the waistline of his jeans, and his skin looked smooth. It was tanned a golden brown from long hours working outdoors. Of course, he was blatantly showing-off, but I couldn't help admiring him as he stood there smiling down at me.

My eyes were on a direct level with his crotch as he stood and chatted and I watched with a sense of fascinated detachment as I saw his cock gradually harden. It looked as f he wore nothing under his tight jeans. His cock had been hanging down to his right and he didn't attempt to adjust it as it hardened and formed a long line pressing up against the fabric of his jeans.

I tried desperately not to look at his hardon, but I couldn't resist stealing a glimpse when he wasn't looking at me. Eventually Ted had tried a more direct line, and I had decided that it was time to end my rather fascinating encounter with him.

"Let me know if you need any help with your sun lotion," he had offered with a cheeky grin.

"Um yeah, thanks, but I'll be fine," I had replied. "Don't you have windows to clean?"

"Yeah, I suppose so," he had reluctantly replied. "I'll see you on the first Saturday of each month," and he had turned away and left.

I jumped as I was suddenly wrenched out of my daydream of our first meeting. A cloth slapped hard against the frosted glass of the bathroom window and looking up, I saw Ted's silhouette as he set about his work. I stood still, aware that I was standing there completely naked, a matter of only a few feet away, and greedily fingering my aroused pussy.

My slender fingers rubbed back and forth in time to the movement of Ted's chamois leather so that it felt as if it was his hand inside me. My growing lust was intensified by the fact that the handsome window cleaner was so close, yet unable to see me.

Suddenly I realized that he still had to clean my bedroom window. I was now totally in the grip of one of the nympho days, which seize me from time to time, and without even pausing for thought, I padded naked back through to my bedroom. I paid the window-cleaning agency by check, so I knew that Ted would not normally ring the bell for his money.

The curtains were still drawn from the night before, but a there was a small gap where they didn't completely meet. There was sufficient light through the gap and the thin curtains to brighten the room. The bed was against the wall opposite the window and faced it. For a second, rational thought tried to fight against the wild, compulsive desire that was flooding my body - surely I must close them properly. But my inner slut was now in control and I lay on the bedcover with the gap uncorrected.

I lay there, listening to Ted's progress as he worked his way around the house. My pussy was now sodden and my clit was rock-hard and thrusting up demandingly. I sighed with frustration. It was a frustration that I knew only too well since I had given up on men for a spell, and one that I had learned to satisfy by masturbation.

My body was demanding satisfaction now, and automatically, I got into my usual position for a play - my thighs parted and one leg drawn up and splayed to the side. I opened my drawer and took out my faithful black jelly, vibrating dildo.

The image of Ted's semi-naked body and hardon on that hot summer's morning burned clearly in my memory as I trailed the dildo at low speed across my wet. swollen lips. I shut my eyes and bit down against my lower lip as I tweaked an aroused nipple, sending a quiver of pleasure to my clit.

There it was! The sound of a ladder going into position beneath the bedroom window. Would he look through the gap in the curtains? Surely, he would. Hungrily, I pulled up my legs into the "fuck-me" position, slipped the vibe into my pussy and started to fuck myself with a steady rhythm. This would surely be one of the peaks of my exhibitionist displays, and my heart pounded wildly with excitement.

I was determined to keep my eyes closed and I rolled my head to the side, as the thump of soapy cloth against glass, began. The dildo fucked me steadily and the fingers of my other hand danced around my straining clit.

Suddenly there was silence. Was he watching me? The silence continued, and out if the blue I imagined him jacking-off as he gazed at me. In the throes of my passion, the image of his tanned hand around a big white cock, finished me off and I gasped and arched my back as my clit exploded and the waves of pleasure from the big dildo rippled up my spine.

As always, I screamed in time with my writhing hips, vaguely realizing that he must hear me. Finally my hips stopped rising and falling against the pleasure-giving vibe and I drew the dripping dildo from my soaking but now relaxed pussy. I let my legs slip flat, but still wide-apart and lay back in bliss, offering a view of puffy wet brown lips, slightly parted to reveal my opening glistening with my juices.

After a moment the sound of window-cleaning resumed but only for a few seconds, before being replaced by the sound of Ted descending the ladder. Had I given him a display that he would never forget? Was he jacking-off in his van?

I was almost dozing-off when the doorbell rang out noisily. Who could that be, I wondered, not sure whether to bother answering it or not. It rang again and reluctantly I decided to see who it was.. I pulled on a pair of medium- heeled backless black, furry mules and a short red silk housecoat and hurried down the stairs even as the bell rang impatiently for a third, time.

"Alright . . . Alright," I shouted, before throwing the door open with a scowl. There he stood! That beautiful, sexy smile lighting up his features, and those blue eyes twinkling confidently. He was wearing a long-sleeved black T-shirt and perhaps that very same pair of faded jeans from our first meeting.

As his eyes bored into mine like a fellow conspirator, I knew immediately that he had watched my performance. . His eyes moved to slide slowly up and down my barely concealed body and I shivered. I felt my cheeks flush as he spoke,

"Good morning to you, Miss Number Twenty-Eight. Please can you give me some fresh, warm water?" And he thrust an empty bucket towards me. I felt that he was in control and that I had relinquished any authority by my blatant display of masturbation.

"Yes, of course. Come in," and I turned towards the kitchen, allowing him to close the door behind him.

Ted didn't waste any time. I had just stepped into the small kitchen when I heard the bucket hit the floor, and then his arms were around me. My arms had been by my side and each of the big hands of his crossed arms, gently cupped a breast as his hard body pressed against mine.

"Relax," he whispered and I felt his warm breath as his lips nuzzled the nape of my neck through my tangled hair. Then I shuddered with pleasure as his mouth found my ear, biting and sucking at the lobe.

"I enjoyed your amazing show up there,' he continued, and I felt my cheeks begin to burn. Normally that would have been with shame, but the contact of his hands and body had re-ignited my day of lust, and the colour came from a surge of excitement.

Calmly and smoothly, he undid my sash and slid off the robe. I stood naked facing the sink, and he took a second or two to run his hands lightly over the curves of my naked body, before pushing me forward.

This was a different Ted from the sexy chatterer. He was now a very potent and virile fuck machine and he wasted no time on words.

I heard his jeans hit the floor, then gripping my hips, he drew me back and spread my legs until I was sprawled forward with my belly resting on the edge of the sink and my ass pushed out towards him. I felt his hard knob seek my opening, and with one thrust, he filled my soaking cunt with his hardness.

With my breasts swinging over the sink, I gripped both water taps for support and rested my forehead on a sponge as he began to fuck me vigorously. He was in a perfect position to really shag me senseless and he made full use of it - gripping my hips for leverage as he filled me to the brim with each savage thrust. It had been a while since I had enjoyed a big cock inside me and my head spun with joy as I gripped the taps desperately.

It was a true "wham-bam thank you ma'm" fuck and one which, strangely, will live in my memory, as opposed to the countless other fucks I have forgotten. As I said once before, such a fuck is fine if it is followed by the man giving the woman more attention and not disappearing.

Ted was obviously desperate to really nail me and he certainly did. Needless to say, he shot into me after a short time, with a loud groan of satisfaction. I felt his hot sperm coat my walls as his final thrusts spread the thick pool he had formed.

"That's better," he muttered happily. "Now let's get comfortable. I just had time to grab a towel and sponge as he led me by the hand through to the lounge.

I spread the towel on the sofa and sat on it, leaning back with my legs spread wantonly. My whole body was on fire and the vigorous fuck had really sat all my motors running. I wasn't sure which were more distended and throbbing - my nipples or my clit.

I had to test if he was a cum licker or not and as his semen began to trickle free, I asked him,

"Will I give myself a wipe?"

"Yes, please," he replied and I quickly wiped away most of my leakage.

To my delight, he responded immediately and knelt between my legs. He seemed to realize that I was fully aroused, and he didn't waste any time in teasing techniques, but went straight for my engorged clit.

My outer lips and inner thighs had absorbed floods of my juices that morning and were receiving fresh flows. As I spread my legs I could actually smell myself and I knew he was going to inhale a rich aroma of a well-fucked pussy and a woman still bubbling with desire. To my relief, he breathed in deeply and sighed contentedly as hi s mouth went to work.

He sucked and nibbled my clit while gently circling my g-spot with two fingers and with a deep groan of pleasure I hooked my legs around his neck to draw him closer. Then he started a great pleasure combination. His free hand went to my nipples moving from one to the other and squeezing in time to gentle nibbles on my little button, taking care not to bite too hard.

He was quite good, but lacked the steady rhythm, which is usually necessary for a woman to cum like that. I twitched and trembled as my elusive orgasm kept advancing and then with stomach-twisting frustration, slipping away again.

I suddenly needed a hard cock in me again and a finger on my sodden, swollen clit. Pushing him back, I reached down to find his semi-hard warm flesh. Gripping him by his cock I guided him up to change places with me until I was kneeling before him as he perched on the edge of the sofa.

Instead of my usual slow, arousing blowjob approach, I took the spongy, velvety head of his recovering prick into my mouth and sucked madly. I could taste the slightly acrid and spicy taste of my cunt as I bathed his cock with my lips and tongue, sucking and licking as if it was the last cock on earth.

He responded rapidly to my combination of wanking and sucking, and I soon had a long hard shaft to slide repeatedly to the back of my throat to ensure total hardness. Again using his cock as a guide, I brought Ted down to the rug beside me and spread him on his back.

I glimpsed surprise in his eyes at my suddenly becoming the predator, but in my gnawing hunger, I didn't pause for talk. I knelt astride his hips, facing him, and carefully guiding his hardon, I slowly lowered my thighs, impaling myself onto it, guiding it smoothly into my wet pussy until I let myself drop completely onto him.

The feeling of him penetrating deeply into me was incredible. I bent my head back and yelled at the ceiling in pleasure like the totally sex-obsessed slut that I was that day. Supporting myself with one hand beside his face I strummed my clit with the other as I leaned forward over him, my breasts swaying invitingly.

He took both of the firm, flushed globes into his big hands and began to stroke and fondle to his heart's delight. This was perfect for me and I kept a steady rhythm going as I raised myself off of his cock, only to let myself plunge back down, sinking him even deeper inside me.

He slowly recovered from his surprise and began moving his hips to my rhythm, meeting me stroke for stroke. I didn't want him to cum before me, so I paused my movements, bearing down on him until he was still. I stayed there for a moment, gripping the cock inside me with my pussy walls while my fingers brought my clit to a rising, primal demand. Just then Ted brought his head forward and kissed a breast, softly licking and caressing the nipple and aureole.

That was the final trigger and I changed to a rocking motion, lifting and dropping myself to a sensuous rhythm as my climax began in waves of euphoria. The joyous release surged through me, clearing away the cramps of frustration and leaving a wonderful relaxation behind my high-pitched screams. I had flopped forward onto his chest but then realised that Ted was still hard inside me.

My convulsing pussy must have brought him near the brink, and I straightened up to finish him off. I flexed my cunt muscles around his shaft, and then plunged down on him, for eight or ten rapid up-and-down movements driving him deep into me against my cervix.

This was too much for him, and I watched his face frown in concentration and heard him cry out as he exploded inside me for the second time that day. I could feel the semen gushing inside as I rocked back and forth on his hard shaft, to give him the maximum pleasure.

I drew myself off his shaft and sat back on the towel, pushing a tissue into me to check the leakage, as he lay still in the afterglow of his orgasm. My mind was able to function again and I knew that it was time to take control. Much as I had enjoyed Ted's attentions, I was not prepared to be his readily available fuck-pal.

"Get dressed Ted, and I'll fill your pail," I instructed. As he started to sit up, I pulled on my robe and went to the kitchen. I had just filled the pail with warm water when he appeared fully dressed. As he reached for the pail, he bent down to kiss me, but I turned my head so that his lips just pecked my cheek.

Leading him towards the door, I spoke firmly, regaining my position as a client dealing with a window cleaner.

"Look Ted, I am usually out shopping on Saturdays, so please don't bother to ring for water again. His eyes showed his surprise as his confident look faded away.

"Christ you're harsh," he replied, putting on a hurt little boy look. ‘That was a pretty special experience for me."

"Yes, it was very nice, but look on it as a one-off encounter."

As I opened the door, I used the dismissive remark from our first encounter,

"Now, haven't you got windows to clean?" Ted managed a wry grin,

" Yeah, see you around," and I closed the door as he strode off.

I suddenly realized that I was starving and quickly enjoyed a meal of bacon and eggs. Still dressed only in my robe, I felt like watching a play I had recorded, but as I approached the machine, I found my hands reaching for my porn collection and my pussy began to throb gently. I still hadn't satisfied my overpowering lust.

I knew that I would have to go out on the prowl tonight.

I'll tell you about it some other time.