The Fisherman & The Mermaid - S01 E03

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The Fisherman & The Mermaid - S01 E03

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 3

"No, I expect you to go in my sweatpants and my bed...of course It's OK. When she came out took her hand, leading her on a tour of my small house. "I bought this with the money I inherited from my parents and got when my brother was killed. It's the only decent thing that resulted from their deaths." I showed her the other bedroom, the living room, and the eat-in kitchen. "That's it. other than the yard. I'm at the end of a long road. The nearest neighbor is more than a quarter mile away. I've had a bit of trouble with burglars and vandals because I'm so isolated so there's a perimeter alarm system and then there's this-I opened the closet in the small bedroom-a room I used mainly as an office. I opened the sliding doors to reveal my gun collection. Locked in place were an assortment of rifles and shotguns along with a .44-Magnum revolver and two 9mm's-a Glock and a Beretta.

Under the display panel were several drawers of ammunition. "These have special magnetic locks," I continued, "you can't see them, but they're there and almost impossible to break. They open by thumb print, like this." I held my thumb up to a tiny glass panel and a small unobtrusive LED turned green. I pulled off a .30-.30 lever action Winchester. "Maybe we should take this with us tomorrow in case we have visitors. Don't worry...I know how to use it. My brother wasn't the only Marine in our family." I opened the drawer below and pulled out a box of ammo. I set both at the front door so we wouldn't forget them. I returned to the bedroom, removed the Glock, a canvas belt holster, and a box of waterproofed ammo. When Marta gave me a questioning look I told her, "Can you shoot? No, I didn't think so. I'll carry this when I dive. The water's shallow-only about 30 feet. I'll be connected to you by a thin line. If anyone approaches you'll pull on it five times quickly. I'll surface and assess the situation. I think we'll have a few rods in the water as a cover so I doubt anything will happen, but I believe in being prepared."

I returned her to the bed, tucked her in and we talked and talked. I told her about my life-how I had graduated college and entered the Marines, gone to advanced training, and then to Afghanistan and Iraq as a specialist. I was discharged when my brother was killed. I had seen some action and even killed some insurgents. I didn't tell her that I had been a sniper, the long rifle in my closet was one some unknown sniper had used way back in World War II. It still worked perfectly. I had sighted it in a few months ago. I had fired it at the burglars, but over their heads. I had thought about getting a dog, but didn't want to be tied down, at least not quite yet. I explained that I had been teaching at the local junior high and that I loved working with the kids-not so much with their parents. When asked I told her i was 29.

Marta told me about her life-she was 27-growing up in the city with immigrant parents who were more than old fashioned, about trying to date when they thought that kind of socializing was for harlots. I told her I could identify with the problem. There were lots of first generation Asian kids in my school and they often complained about their parents' archaic views. We kept on talking until dinner when I suggested I grill some burgers. told her I was glad for the company, and I was.

I make some great burgers. Each one is about a third of a pound and I always load on the cheese. We each ate two along with some potato salad and cole slaw I had bought at the dell yesterday. After dinner took her to the mall, buying her some shorts, tops, bras, and sneakers. She wore an old set of flip-flops which we threw in the trash. She wore some of the new stuff, placing my sweats in the store bag. We went to bed when we got home-we were both tired. It was a long and exhausting day.

Before bed I asked about her family. "Do you want to phone them? They probably think you're dead. On the other hand they'll undoubtedly talk-tell others-and then if someone tried to kill you they may try again." We agreed not to call for the time being. It was a tough decision, but the right

One

I had been in the spare bedroom about twenty minutes when I heard a whisper, "Peter, are you awake?"

"What's the matter, Marta," I replied.

"I'm afraid. Will you sleep with me?" This was an invitation I could not refuse. I had gotten to know some Czech women during a leave I'd spent in Prague and I thought they were really hot. Marta fit that description to a "T." She was tall-maybe five feet nine inches-and slender with a tight ass and narrow hips. Her breasts were a B-cup-at least that's what her bra said. I followed her to the bed and climbed in beside her. She snuggled up to me, her ass tight rubbing against my rising erection. "If you do that you're going to get quite a reaction from me."

"Good, I've been feeling a bit guilty about not thanking you properly."

"Marta, you're alive and healthy. That's all the thanks I need. Let's go to sleep. We have to get up early." I closed my eyes and...felt Marta's hand on my cock. I groaned as my hand found its way to her breast. It was firm and hot, the nipple erect. Marta turned and we kissed-it was wonderful. That's the only way I could describe it. Her lips were soft and sweet, her tongue inquisitive. I cupped her ass as she threw a leg over mine, baring her pussy to me. She guided my cock to her slit, rubbing it up and down several times before finding her clit. It was hard and very hot. She rubbed my tip into her clit until I felt her shudder, she came quickly, flooding my cock and abdomen as well as the shorts I usually wore to bed.

Marta rolled me onto my back and straddled my hips as she slowly lowered herself onto my erection. I know I should have stopped and grabbed a condom, but at that moment it was the farthest thing from my mind. All I wanted was to fuck this gorgeous woman who obviously wanted me as much as I wanted her. She began to ride me, my seven-inch cock deep in her body, as she rubbed her clit into me with increasing force and speed. "Play with my tits, Peter...please. Rub them and squeeze them...hard. I need to be hurt. It will help me cum."

I rolled those big hard nipples between my fingers, twisting them, knowing I was hurting this beautiful woman-knowing I was giving her exquisite pleasure, as well. She threw her head back and screamed non-stop for almost twenty seconds as her body shook uncontrolled by mind or muscle. The sight of her enduring her orgasm triggered my own. I drove my cock deep into her, lifting her almost two feet up from the bed as I bathed her womb in baby making cream again and again. On and on we went until we could go no more. She collapsed on top of me; I collapsed into the bed. I kissed her cheek and her hair as I prayed I'd have the chance to do this again.