The mermaid.

I’ve always been intrigued with mermaids, and their legends. I’ve met real ones, well, at least ladies who dress up as mermaids and work in a bar entertaining patrons by swimming in a large aquarium behind the bar while the patrons drink. So I thought about weaving a story around a mermaid and their legends.

John was a rock hound, spending his days looking for gemstones, digging them out of the ground, cutting and polishing them and selling them to jewelry crafters and resellers. He loved what he did. He moved to Nevada, to Battle Mountain, billed as Nevada’s Outback, about as far from the sea and mermaids as you can get, right? Well, yes, but mermaids aren’t real, they live in your head. Ok, but sometimes they come out of your head and interact with you. Mermaids are real. Even in the scorching desert, as we are about to find Out.

John was out on a dig in an area he hadn’t explored before. It was day four and he was hot, tired and lonely. He wanted to finish up and head to town, have a drink, maybe meet someone. Hey, he could always dream, right? Ahead of him he saw a mirage shimmering in the distance. It looked like a lake of cool water. Oh god, he was so hot and thirsty, he would love to soak in the water, cool down, and sip some of the water. He stumbled towards the vision, eager to get to it. As he got closer, he saw a beautiful woman lying on a rock outcropping, wearing a bikini, her hair flowing around her. She looked so fresh and cool. He was fixated on her as he made a beeline towards her. How could she be be out here in the middle of nowhere? Where is her vehicle? Maybe she is hurt. He began to speed up, to rescue her. As he got closer, he realized she wasn’t wearing a conventional bikini, she was wearing a fish tail! Oh my god, she was a mermaid!

All his fantasies came rushing into his feverish brain, and he couldn’t understand that he was seeing a mirage and a fantasy all wrapped up in one. As he got closer, he heard a seeet, mesmerizing hum coming from her that entranced him. It was loving and stirred passion in his heart. He crouched next to her, and touched her. Her skin was cool to the touch, and she smiled up at him. “Are you alright? Are you hurt? Can I help you?” John blurted out, all the time looking deep into her eyes, mesmerizing grey eyes, flecked with blue in the Iris. “ I’m fine. I was just waiting for you. I’ve been waiting all my life for you. ”

”oh my god, I’ve been waiting for you and searching for you all my life as well.” She opened her arms in welcome, and drew John to to her in a warm, tender embrace. John lay down next to her, and kissed her lightly on the lips. Their bodies touched from their heads all the way to their hips, and almost with a mind of their own, John’s engorged member found its way into her fishscale clothing and slid deep into her wet vagina, and they both were locked into a sensual rhythmic dance of lovemaking. Slow and sensual, getting faster and more urgent as they both achieved climax. The mermaids moans became louder, and so did Johns. With a final spasm, it was over, and they lay there cuddling, breathing heavily, gazing into each others eyes. John started to drift off in a restful sleep, deeply content. All his dreams had become real. He was so happy and content. He heard more serene humming coming from the mermaid, and he wanted it to go on for ever. John fell asleep. Deeply.

four days later, the sheriff found John’s body while on patrol. He wondered about the smile on his face. his body looked like he had died from exposure and dehydration. “ at least he had died happy” he said to himself. “ we could all wish for that”.