My Little Mermaid
So there I was, perched on a little promontory above my favourite
out-of-the way little lake in Canada's desert land.
It was one of the few really hot days of the summer and I was
stretched out under the shade of a spruce tree.
I remember watching a hawk circling in the hot updrafts
high overhead...
Some time later, I awoke, drenched in sweat. As the day had
worn on, the temperature had risen. It must have been 40
degrees in what was left of the shade of my spruce. My shirt
seemed stuck to me, sweat was dripping from my hairline,
moisture pooled in my belly button.
As I reached for the now-warm water bottle beside me, I heard
a splash from below. Rolling onto my side, I sipped lukewarm
fluid from the bottle and gazed over the ledge of my promontory.
Below, I saw a stunningly fascinating sight. A naked woman
with long jet-black hair was stroking her way from shore
into deeper water. As I watched, she did a slow breaststroke,
dolphin kicking and stroking with her arms. Being above
her, I couldn't see her face, of course, but her body
was magnificent. Long legs led to a firm bum and, from above,
I could see she had a sculpted form. As she went through her
kicking motion, her cheeks would break water momentarily,
leaving them bare to the sun.
Watching her move through the water like a sexy porpoise,
I felt I was intruding on a private moment, but I simply couldn't
tear my eyes away.
As I lay on my stomach observing her, I
felt a stirring in my crotch a quite pleasant sensation
on a warm day.
As I continued to watch, she rolled onto her back and did
a lazy backstroke across the surface. I could now see dark
eyes and a beautiful face and full, firm breasts, nipples
raised to the sun like an offering. Her belly appeared wonderfully
flat as the water flowed over her and I could detect no hair
where her obviously toned thighs merged with her hips.
I watched as she slipped effortlessly through the water,
seemingly perfectly at ease in her watery environment.
As she reached the center of the little lake, she rolled
onto her stomach yet again and dove into the depths.
As the bubbles rose from where she dove, I watched. And watched.
It may have been short moments but it seemed to me she had
been down a long time. I stood, ready to dive in myself, but
she surfaced in a bright shower of water. She must have shot
up from the deep, because her body shot out of the water.
Feeling somewhat stupid at worrying about someone who
was obviously an incredibly capable swimmer, I sat down
again, legs hanging over the ledge. As I continued to watch
the freshwater mermaid, I realized she was moving closer
to my perch.
She dove once again, obviously deep, and this time I marveled
at her ability to stay under.
Again, long moments seemed
to creep by, but she suddenly splashed to the surface just
a short distance away from where I sat.
As I watched, she treaded water and looked at me, looking
at her. I couldn't help but stare, and couldn't
help but be embarrassed by it. But damn, how often does an
incredibly beautiful naked woman tread water right in
front of a guy?
As she treaded water, she gave me a little wave and, feeling
kind of dopey, I waved back, which brought a smile to her
lips. She then motioned at me to come to her, waving her fingers
sensually.
Well, I figured, what the hell, right? She was inviting
me in and both she and the water looked damn fine. And I didn't
want to be unfriendly. So, I stood, kicked off my hiking
boots, pulled off my shirt and stood on the ledge. It was
only 10 feet to the water and I knew it was plenty deep because
I'd jumped here before but never toward a beautiful
woman.
I stepped back, pushed off, took to the air and landed inelegantly
in the water, with an awkward splash. Nothing like showing
fine form in front of a babe. I went deep, touching bottom
amid a swirl of sand, pushed off and floated upward, looking
above me toward the surface.
And what a sight. As I rose in the water, there she was, tanned
all over, treading water, her face under water looking
down at me looking up at her.
Incredible. I broke the surface
in front of her, quite close and could see that she had incredibly
dark eyes, black really, and a freckled face. As close as
I was now, I could see she had freckles over her shoulders
and, well, all over, really.
Unable to of think of anything cool to say, I just said, Hello.
She smiled again, a bright smile, then gestured with her
fingers. I was going to say I didn't get it when she kicked
up out of the water, her breasts breaking the surface in
front of me, tantalizingly close, then dropped back under.
I stuck my face in the water, but she had already disappeared.
I spun around, to find she was behind me, very close. As I
pulled my face out of the water, she blew a kiss at me, made
another gesture, then back paddled away.
It suddenly struck me that she was signing something to
me I guess she couldn't speak. Something I couldn't
understand. But I understood that she was backing away,
so I naturally paddled in pursuit.
And there we were, me dog paddling, and she finning away
on her back, tantalizing me with a view of her body, long
legs fluttering, breasts peeking out of the water, black
hair swirling around her.
Finally, I have to admit, I was getting tired. But just as
I was, she stopped paddling. I stopped too, and as I did,
I realized I could stand on the bottom.
She signed something
again, and pointed down. I have to say that not understanding
what she meant was getting a little frustrating. Who would
have thought it would be so hard to communicate with someone?
She smiled at me again, signed again, then pointed down
into the water. I held up my hands to try and show I didn't
understand. I said so, too, but of course, that was useless.
She pouted a little, then sank beneath the water once again.
She circled me and I turned to watch her body. Then she stopped
and came up for air in front of me again. She signed again,
then put her hands in the water, near her waist. But sand
was swirling in the water and I couldn't see what she
was doing.
And again, she sunk under the surface.
This time, though, she moved closer and touched me. She'd
been in the water for a while, but her touch was warm on my
chest. Then her hands moved down to my shorts. On her knees
under the water, I couldn't believe she was undoing
my shorts. She deftly undid the button and the fly, then
slid them down my legs. I stepped out of them. Now, like her,
I was naked in the warm water of my favourite little lake.
My cock now sprang immediately to hardness, as it doesn't
take much to get me in that state. In front of me, she broke
the surface again and smiled at me. I smiled back who the
hell wouldn't? She now made the same sign and I understood;
it meant drop my drawers, or get naked, or take them off,
or.
.. who cared?
I couldn't believe what was happening. Here I was,
naked in a lake, with a beautiful woman standing naked in
the water in front of me. A woman who had just dropped my drawers
in the lake. As my shorts floated between us, she eased closer
to me, then stopped as the tip of my cock touched her belly.
She smiled again. I smiled back. She pressed a little harder
against me, then reached a hand out of the water to touch
my face.
I brought a hand out of the water to touch hers. Damn,
you're beautiful, I murmured. She pressed
her face to my hand. As she looked into my eyes, she ran her
hand down my neck and into the water to caress my chest and
belly.
As I looked deeply into her eyes, she wrapped her fingers
around my cock, smiling as she did so. As she held me, she
raised her other hand out of the water to make a large O, mimicking
my size. Her eyes opened wide and she smiled once again,
appreciative, I guess.
With her hand firmly wrapped around my cock, she rubbed
the head over her goosebumpy belly. As pleasure swept through
me, I moved my hand from her face into the water to a breast,
feeling her fullness, caressing a firm nipple. She closed
her eyes and stroked me under the water. I slid my other hand
to a breast and squeezed, prompting another smile. She
reached her other hand out of the water once again and gave
me a sign I could finally understand the simple touching
of forefinger and thumb in the universal OK.
I fondled her breasts as I pumped into her hand, then bent
to kiss her. Her eyes opened then and she looked into my eyes
as we explored with our tongues. As we broke contact, she
smiled again, let go of my cock and pushed my hands from her
breasts. I frowned as she did so, but she gave me the OK again.
She moved her hands to my hips, took a deep breath, then dropped
below the surface. I felt her lips lightly brush the head
of my cock, then she opened them and moved over me. As I looked
into the clear water, I watched her take my cock in her mouth,
sliding down the shaft as she held her breath. As she sucked
me, I looked around the lake and saw absolutely nobody.
Good thing, too, as I would have looked like some kind of
idiot, standing there in the water with a goofy smile on
my face.
Long seconds passed as she blew me and I couldn't tear
my eyes away from the spectacle. Finally, she pulled off
me and burst to the surface once again, gasping for air.
Again she smiled, and ran her tongue over her lips. As I moved
strands of dark wet hair from her face, she pushed against
me and began stroking toward shore on her back.
I was compelled to follow her, of course, but could now do
so walking on the bottom. As she glided to shore, I waded
after her. As she reached shallow water, she stood, and
moved the hair from her face.
Raising her arms to her face,
her breasts rose, dripping water from her nipples. She
ran her fingers through her hair as I waded out of the water.
I had to stop a moment and look at her, now out of the water,
for the first time. It's not an overstatement to say
she was statuesque. Long shapely legs, flat belly, beautiful
breasts, hairless pussy pretty much my idea of a goddess.
She saw me staring and smiled, then held up her hands like
a frame, gazing at my cock through the opening. She walked
backwards a little further, until she was on the sandy beach,
then beckoned me with a finger. As I walked toward her, and
onto the beach, she eased herself onto the sand, bum first,
then lay back. Again she beckoned.
As I stepped closer, she raised her knees and spread her
legs, allowing me see her perfectly shaved pussy. Touching
herself, she lay back in the sand, closing her eyes against
the sun's glare.
I sure as hell didn't need more of an invitation. I dropped
to my knees on the sand in front of her and moved in close to
run my tongue over her still-wet pussy. As I explored her
soft lips, she pushed against me and spread her legs wider,
opening herself further to me. I pushed into her, penetrating
her lips. Licking her, I moved to her clit and sucked. She
pushed harder against my mouth and squeezed my head with
her thighs.
Locked there, I continued to lick and suck her firm little
nub, and I could feel ripples of pleasure running through
her. But as I ate her, and she became wetter and wetter, my
cock throbbed and my balls began to ache a little. I wanted
to fuck this woman like I'd never wanted another.
Pulling out from between her thighs, I then moved over her
to where my cock was poised for entry at her lips. I looked
into her eyes and she smiled yet again, giving me the OK with
both hands. Needing no further encouragement, I pushed
slowly into her. Wet as she was, I easily slid full length
into her body.
As my balls touched her bum, I stopped to enjoy the feeling
of being deep inside this mysterious woman. Her eyes were
now tightly closed against the glare and her arms were outstretched
in the sand. As I plunged in and out of her, I watched her face,
her smile. I pulled out so my head touched her lips, then
drove deeply into her. Over and over. She met he with thrusts
of her hips and we made sloppy noises fucking there in the
sand.
After a time, I could feel myself needing to cum and, although
I desperately wanted to continue fucking this exquisite
woman, I could feel the surge. I quickened my pace, fucking
faster, and as I did, she met my thrusts with enthusiastic
ones of her own. She squeezed with her vagina as I went deep
and was she breathing hard beneath me.
Fucking faster as she bucked against me, I was about ready
to explode, to happily shoot my load in her body when she
slowly groaned; OH, MY FUCKING GOD.
I was fucking shocked myself and stopped mid-stroke. This
was the first sound I'd heard from her and it surprised
the shit out of me. With her face now in my shadow, she opened
her eyes and looked at me. Don't stop. Fuck me.
Fuck me. I'm cumming.
She squeezed me and I began fucking again, plunging into
her as she now laughed out loud. I'm sorry. I'm
sorry. Fuck me, fuck me. I was now the speechless
one, but I happily continued to plow into her body, driving,
plunging, fucking deep and pulling out. Over and over.
Over and over.
Finally, amazingly, we both reached orgasm at the same
time. As I poured my cum into her, I could feel ripples going
through her. Oh, oh, oh, oh, she moaned.
I echoed her moans as I slowed, now spent, empty. Finally,
both cummed out, I stopped, still full length inside her.
As sweat dripped off me from the heat and the energy our fucking
used, I looked down at her. I'm Steve,
I whispered.
Hi. I'm Tina~Marie. I'm extremely pleased
to meet you Steve.
And I'm damn surprised, to meet, and please
you.
And that event time at my, now our, favourite little lake
was just the first of many surprises we've shared since.
Tina~Marie, it turned out, is a sign language teacher and
had just been toying with me.
Just shows, I guess, that a person never really knows what's
in store for you.