The Mermaid - Short Story SeXStoRY

Johnny Stout, 33, a life-long bachelor and a plumber by trade, is a very cheeky one: His element is the water and his love belongs to the mermaids of the deep! And whenever he dreams on his water bed at night his wet fantasies dive into the unexplored caverns hidden under the surface, the disturbed matress gurgling the sound track to his emotions: Like in all those steaming hot summer nights when I can't find any sl**p I go for a refreshing swim. Quietly I climb over the fence of the local pool and listen out for noise. There is somebody already in the warm water, floating around at the far deep end. And by my feet I make out a heap: two shoes, socks and a skimpy dress. Even better: I've got some female company tonight - that would be exciting! I pull my shirt over my head, struggle out off my pants and throw them all onto the same heap of clothes. Then I silently slide into the pool and begin my refreshment swim with a long cool dive. The woman is a girl, and she isn't all pleased about me joining her. Her skin is pale, but she wears a tiny dark-coloured bikini, one of those with the cheeky little string bows to hold it together. As I come up for air just next to her she startles first, and then she swims for escape. I catch up with her at the side of the pool and as she tries to climb out of the water I pull her back in on a foot! She coughs and spits and throws her little fists after me. She may swim like a seal but I am a shark! Just teasingly I pull on the strings of her top, the bow comes loose and the tiny scrap of material peels off her young breasts and floats elegantly around her. Now she is a really angry girl: She kicks me hard with her feet and even tries to bite my curious fingers! But she has very nice little titties and I can't refrain from tickling the firm berries on top whenever I get a quick chance! She gives up the hopeless fight, and fast as an eel she swims to the steps. I want to hold her back, but the only thing I can get a grip on is her panties. They come off and she struggles away as if to save her naked life. Splashing she runs out of the water, looks for her clothes but can't find them. »You stole my things! You bastard!«, she hisses like a snake at me, her fists tight by her sides. Her cute little breasts juggle up and down from the sheer intensitivity of the stupid emotion, but the wet fleece between her shapely thighs drips pearls of wisdom: She looks like an angry goddess of fertility - absolutely sexy and utmost desirable! »No, I didn't! But at night the pool belongs to the nudists anyway!« »Yes you did, you dirty liar!« »Come back in, it's lovely - Did you come here for a swim or only to have an argument?« She is steaming hot but seems also a bit confused. I lift her panties out off the water and wring them out. I put them over my head like a shower cap, and that must look very funny, then she laughs for the first time and her fists open slowly. »I'm sorry! Your missing dress must be under my own clothes, but please, don't be a bore and come back in!», so I try to convince her about my sincerity, even though I might look pretty dangerous with this huge erection bobbing around under the suface! But I'm sure that she would like to get her bikini back, and double up: »I'm really sorry, princess, can't you forgive me? Let's be friends!« That sounds good enough to melt the ice in her heart: She frowns, throws the wet bikini top off her and steps into the water again. Slowly she swims towards where I stand. But it is too deep for her to put her feet to the bottom, and in the clumsy attempt to snatch her panties she swallows a gulp of water. I grab her under the armpits and pull her up. She is so soft and so light, and her nimble body brushes against my standing ovation to her charms. First she spits a mouthful of chlorinated water at me and then comes her protest: » Let go! You hurt me!« I know it's not true, so I kiss her to forgive. She struggles and kicks, but her soft lips are full of flavour, and as arousing as an aphrodisiac - how could I ever stop? »Don't you dare!«, she snorts like an upset hippo bride and tries to push me away, but with less conviction this time, so I grab her firmly by the buttocks and just kiss her again. My tongue glides between her luscious lips and over two healthy rows of teeth - smooth and clean but solidly locked together! But she spits it out and begs in a weak last attempt to hold her holy defence up: »Please don't!« I pull her harder onto my bold erection and kiss her once more - and the third kiss sticks! Her arms move around my neck as my tongue meets hers with sparkling energy, and they fight as passionately together like two mating snails for an arousing long while. Then she pulls back and whispers: »You're nasty, you know!« And I chuckle back: »And, don't you like the nasty boys, my little mermaid?« She doen't answer that question, but this time she kisses me! And she hangs on my lips like onto a life raft as I massage the soft lips of her wet vagina and prise them gently apart. Her hot breath fills my mouth and her warm saliva merges excitingly with mine. »What are you doing here at this time anyway - don't you have a friend?«, I want to know further. »He doesn't like me any more, he threw me out!« I'm not really sure if I can see a real tear watering her eye, but it moves me: »And now you feel a bit lonely?« »Yeah, a little bit!«, she sniffs, and hides her face on my neck. »But I, I like you«, I say, »you're absolutely cute!« »I know, you're hard, and you're poking me in the belly!« That's nice, I think, as I kiss a tear from her cheek with growing passion. She winds her legs tight around my waist as I lift her up to free my trapped manhood. The glans of my swollen penis finds its way nearly by itself and slips deeper and deeper into the tight embrance of her young cunt. The pressure is absolutely delicious and my dick threatens already to explode prematurely. I walk with her up to the shallow end of the pool until the waves only wash up my navel. Only then I release her arms from around my neck and let her upper body down onto the surface until she floats freely on the warm water, her blond hair floating like a halo of sea weed around her pretty smiling face and her beautiful little tits illuminated magically by a yellow waxing moon. First she clutches onto my arms as if I would try to drown her, but then she gains on confidence and let's go. She spreads her arms out sidewards to express her trust to me, to feel free and enhance her stability. She looks absolutely angelic and divine as she smiles into the mystic starry sky above us. I say something stupid, like that I will kill her if she's not back here tomorrow night, but she sighs to the moon: »Please kill me now - the Milky Way never looked that beautiful to me!« And only now I slowly start to pump her up - delicious stroke by delicious stroke - from a confused little girl, suffering from bad experiences, into a conscious positive and extremely sensual woman . . .