She Had To Be A Nympho

Above me in the 2nd story garage apartment lived Margaret, a 30 something single woman. She worked for the CPS. She kept to herself and although we were upstairs-downstairs neighbors we had never said more than hello.

I woke up to Margaret's screaming, she was calling my name and screaming help! help!. I pulled on a pair of pants, barefoot and shirtless I ran upstairs. Her door was locked, I stood back kicked the door and the door swung open. I found her standing on the toilet, a snake on the floor. After looking at the snake it looked like a boa. Maybe 5 feet long, about as thick as your arm. I walked in and took Margaret in my arms and carried her to the kitchen. I went back and closed the door to the bathroom. By then the landlord had shown up from the main house and he took care of the snake.

Margaret went sexual after that, she also baked goodies for me. I guess that in the first week after I saved her I fucked Margaret a dozen times. She was ready, willing and able, twenty four seven. Not so much pretty, as sexy in panties and a bra. She was all over oral sex, both ways, but in the end nothing was good enough if she didn't get fucked. For a social worker she was into some pretty kinki stuff. In any event, for a 28 year old banker apprentice who maybe got laid once every three months.

Margaret had a screw or two loose, nice enough but possessive and jealous. She wanted it all for herself, morning, noon and night. A guy's dream and then a nightmare. I had to move in order to regain my freedom, I even contemplated getting a snake as a deterrent. But moving was enough, she became a story, no longer my nightmare.