The Fisherman & The Mermaid - S01 E15

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The Fisherman & The Mermaid - S01 E15

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 15

We went boating the following day, taking a lunch from the deli along with some chairs, umbrella, blanket, and a big rubber tire tube. It was Labor Day Weekend-the last big weekend of the summer, although I've always enjoyed the later weekends in September-and we planned to enjoy it to the max. I drove the boat out of the harbor, turned left, but grounded it around half way to Crane's Neck. The beach there is deserted. There's a big marsh behind the beach and no homes for almost a mile. A small creek leads to the marsh. At high tide the water rushes in and as it ebbs the water rushes out. It's a blast riding a tube either way, especially because the bottom is only inches below the surface and it's covered with thousands of rounded stones. Bouncing your butt is great fun as you rush by at twenty miles an hour.

I led Marta to the creek, sitting her in the tube a foot or two before the rapidly moving creek began. Marta looked as if she had a question. "Just keep your hands, feet, and butt up and enjoy. I'll catch up with you inside." I gave her a push before she could chicken out. She moved away so fast I couldn't keep up even though I was sprinting up the beach. When I crossed the crest of the beach I found Marta in a tiny pool laughing like crazy. "How on earth did you ever find this? It's hilarious." I pulled her up as we walked back to the Sound, the tube on my shoulder. I explained how as boys Jimmy and had roamed all up and down these beaches. It was just a matter time before we stumbled over the marsh. Our first excursions in the stream were done without a tube until we went home all black and blue. We had to promise to use a tube or inflatable raft if we ever came back here again; we came often.

Marta rode several times before we decided a rest was in order. I set up the chairs and umbrella; Marta carried the cooler and towels. We sat on the beach and relaxed-not a soul as far as one could see with the exception of the occasional boat that passed by. It was almost a half hour before Marta noticed how truly alone we were. That's when she lost the top of her suit..and the bottom. I was lost in a book when I heard an "Ahem." I looked up astonished. "Lotion me?" She spun around seductively, teasing me with her body.

"Did you want lotion from the bottle or my special brew from my special personal container?"

"Tell you what-let's use the special lotion on my inside and the bottle lotion on my outside. How does that sound?" When I nodded she continued, "Let's do the inside first, OK?" She pulled me up and my suit down before sitting on the blanket and extending her hand to me. I lay next to her in the shade of the umbrella, pulling her soft supple body to mine. We kissed, gently at first as our passion grew. In minutes we were all over each other-we couldn't wait to couple...to become one. I moved over Marta, spreading her legs as I settled between them.

I placed my head at the junction of those long shapely legs, stuck out my tongue and licked...and licked...and licked. I enjoyed watching Marta squirm under my ministrations. She almost jumped when I pushed my tongue into her tunnel, rubbing gently against her ultra sensitive G-spot. "Peter," she groaned, "I need you In me...please."

I leapt forward, kissing her tender lips with mine as I thrust my hard cock running with pre-cum into her waiting canal. Marta showed her appreciation by wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. We were engaged in a dance of love and lust, one in which we wiggled and writhed together for what seemed like an hour but was really only minutes until Marta reacted-clamping her thighs around me as she screamed non- stop for almost a minute. At the end she came-shaking, shuddering until she collapsed beneath me drained and covered in a sheet of sweat. I pumped her four more times until I spread my lation over her womb and vaginal walls. it leaked from her pussy and I watched amazed as she rubbed it into her abdomen and stomach. She lolled on the blanket, closed her eyes and fell asleep. I covered her with a towel to keep the sun from her delicate skin.

We went fishing the following day, rushing the blackfish season just a bit. Fall fishing for blacks is different than in the spring when the preferred bait is sandworms or bloodworms, although clams are sometimes successful, too. In the fall there is only one bait- green crabs. Marta was comical when she first saw the crabs in a plain brown paper bag. I dumped them into an old plastic bucket and covered them with a damp towel. I reached in and grabbed a big one, flipped it over onto its back and cut down the middle. I quartered the crab, removed the legs tossing them overboard and showed Marta how to run the hook through the leg holes, She looked at the big chunk of crab and wondered, "How can a fish gett hat huge thing into its mouth?"