Hump Day Reflections!

All he wanted was to be with her. Nothing mattered without this mermaid at his side. For years he's been lost without his people. He's come down to the beach and looked out at the sea, waiting for someone to come and call him back home.

A merman, yes, that's what he was, and Tara was one of his mates.

It had been so long since he'd held a mermaid in his arms. Too long. The silken scales tempted him to look and see her in all her beauty. Watch her fins as they fluttered with the lust she felt. She belonged with him, and he knew she'd be beautiful in her natural form. But he'd see her that way later, when they were back in the water. Right now he didn't want to loose the connection between them. Their kiss created an important in his life.

It felt right to be with her. If only they were both in their true forms, only then would he know they'd be together forever.

As if there were someone waiting to grant his every wish, in that moment his life righted itself. His own scales started coming back. Racing down his legs, merging the two together and ending with a unfurling florish of his fins. His need for her rose even further and finally he found the strength to pull away from her lips.

"My love, will you accept me as your mate?"

"Oh Mark, I didn't know you were a merman already!"

"Each day I came down here to watch the water and hope one of my mates came to me. If I'd know the sexy and tempting human sitting on the beach, the one I walked by each morning was mine, I would have kissed you all the sooner."

"Yes! Of course I accept you!"

"Then let's return to the sea and make love amongst the waves."

"Not so fast. No flattering words about the shine of my scales or the perfect buoyancy of my breasts, nothing? I was easy and horny in human form, but you ignored me. Maybe as a mermaid I require a little wooing."

"Come on. The big waves are ready to roll in and I promise to ride you down the face while I feast on your stupendous tits, if you'll forgive me."

"Forgiven! Let's go."

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Hump Day Reflections!

Tara felt him start to pull away, to look at what he was touching, but she didn't want to let him go, she couldn't. His kiss was as delicious as she knew it would be but she also needed their connection. She also didn't want to see disgust on his face when he finally saw her body.

She really couldn't believe her luck to have found a corporal heart mate. It's been almost a full year since she arrived and there was only one time and one way for her to return home, and it seemed Mark had what she needed.

The moment their lips met, opened and their tongues tangled, she felt the change overtake her. It all happened so quickly and painlessly. From just above her feminine mound and up over her hips, green shimmery scales spread out and covered her flesh. Within a few breaths her legs were fused and fins replaced her feet.

He was her other half, her heart beat and her body throbbed for him. Only such a person could bring this change about and send her back home. Her problem was she could pull him into her world beneath the sea. If she didn't stop kissing him soon, he'd start to become the merman for her mermaid.

Tears gathered beneath her lids, she didn't want to leave him but it was time to pull away from, she was cutting it too close. She gathered her strength and released her hold on his head so he could back away, but he didn't!

Instead, he deepend their kiss even further. She felt his hand skim over her scaley hip and brought her feminine core over to press against his hard cock. My god, he made her want to keep him but she knew it wasn't fair, he didn't know what he was doing by continuing their connection.

Tara tried again to move her mouth away from his and finally used her hands on his shoulders to push him away. When a mere breath of air separated them she rushed to explain why he couldn't keep kissing her.

"Stop Mark, you must stop kissing me otherwise you'll loose your legs and be destined to live eternity beneath the waves you love to ride." Her breath came out in great pants, but she saw understanding light his eyes.

He leaned over and placed a brief kiss on her lips, releasing her tears. This was goodbye forever and she'd miss him and watching him watch the sea. Then his mouth - no, what was he doing!

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Hump Day Reflections!

Mark didn't know what had hold of him, lust, passion, the devil, whatever it was, he couldn't deny her pull. Tara shifted and he moved in, laying his lips against hers.

They were lovely, plump, and spread open further beneath his. Dipping his tongue through the crease, tasting coffee and salt, as if she'd already been out swimming in the sea. He needed more of her essence and delved deeper, tangling his tongue with hers. They circled around each and he fell under her spell. As she tilted her head further to the side, he knew she wanted what he did - to feel her softness against his hard body. While he pressed in for even more of their kiss, he started to lay her down on the sand.

He was sure he'd knocked over her coffee as he rolled on top of her, but didn't care. Touching her, kissing her, having her, was all that mattered now.

Shifting his hand down, he found the zipper on her sweatshirt and slowly moved it down. Whene he felt flesh beneath his shifting hand, Mark pulled away from her lips and looked down to find she had nothing on beneath the covering. No bathing suit top, bra, nothing but pearly white skin and, oh shit! She possessed the most divine set of breasts he'd ever seen. They were large, a handful, he used his own hand to measure the mound and with a little squeeze, the cherry point popped out, making his mouth water to taste.

Leaning down he dragged the flat of his tongue over the tip and drew groans of pleasure from her. Placing his leg between hers, he started to feast on her ripe nipple while tempting her to bump and grind against him in need. Oh, he knew exactly what she wanted, to fuck, and so did he.

Fluttering away on the morning breeze was his common sense - who cared if they were seen, he had to get inside her pussy and quickly. He let the breast he was holding go and slid his hand down over her belly and felt her body quiver.

"It's all right," he whispered after releasing her nipple. Bracing himself above her, he looked down at her face and found lust painted across her features. Her lips were opened and panting, her eyelids lowered seductively over her beautiful blue eyes and her cheeks were glowing.

His hand moved past her belly button and suddenly stopped...what the fuck?!? The sensual face was now looking at him with a guarded expression. He was confused, what was that teasing his fingertips?

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Hump Day Reflections!

Oh man, how intoxicating. Her pussy throbbed to life when she heard his voice. It was deep, resonated through her core and reminded her of the lust he brought with him each morning. He had an accent, foreign, although she wasn't sure from where.

She was instantly lost in his touch - his big rough hand holding hers. He said something, she wasn't sure what but gave her name and hoped that was a good response. If not, too bad, she was too busy falling into his beautiful blue eyes, surrounded by the most lush eyelashes she's ever seen on a man.

This close she could see lovely lips, strong straight nose, and a tempting bald head. She wanted to smooth her hands over the tanned dome, pull his mouth to hers and kiss him as she followed him down to the sand. From a distance he'd been gorgeous, face to face like they were, she easily decided she was his to do with as he willed.

Should she fall back on the sand, spread her arms out wide and welcome him to her body? Start to pull her clothes off? Hmmm, neither where something she'd normally do...but she had to do something.

Mark, that's what he'd said. It must be his name. Yes, it suited him.

Without pulling her eyes from his, she noticed in her peripheral his firm chest with a perfect patch of hair. Not too much, but enough to tease with her fingers or tickle her nose. Her pussy beat a wilder rhythm, she needed more from him and soon.

The silence wasn't awkward or strained, and it seemed to be without limits. However, there was a scent in the wind today that told her time was running out. The big waves would be here soon.

She moved to put her cup of coffee down on the sand and at the same time, he leant forward.

Was he going to kiss her?

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Hump Day Reflections!

Up until two weeks ago he’d never seen her before, now she was here every morning drinking a cup of something hot when he came down. The first couple of days it felt odd to share the beach with another person, now he looked forward to seeing her tow blonde head as he hit the sand. There was a glow about her that turned his head away from the surf and toward sex.

While he sat out in the water on his board, trying to ignore his hard-on and find a peaceful place to start the day, more often than not he’s found himself thinking about her. His wild imagination has attached all sorts of things to her, but when he came back in, none of it seemed to fit.

Besides feeling like his body was high jacked by his libido, there were another thing that was odd about her. On some mornings she appeared to be a child, maybe a teen, while other times it seemed more likely she was in her twenties. This only made him more curious about her.

Who was she? Why was she here so early in the morning? What did she really look like? He knew she was blonde and had intense green eyes, but that was about it. She never stood up when he was looking and was always gone by the time he got out. Instead she sat there, with her arms crossed around her legs, holding them against her chest. Usually she wore a sweatshirt and shorts, so he has seen her shins, but nothing else.

This morning he made his way down the path to the private cove and as he came out of the last bend, he looked up and smiled. There she was. Today he was determined to find out some answers to his questions.

Following his usual path, he was almost upon her when she looked up, smiling at him as she always did. He nodded, but instead of continuing on, he walked over to join her. Laying his board down on the sand, he sat down and put his hand out to shake hers.

“Hi, I’m Mark.”

Wow, the touch of her hand in his went straight down to his dick, making it throb with immediate need for attention. This was a connection like he’s never had before. He didn’t want to drop it, but he wanted, no needed, her to touch him - all over. Waiting for her to answer, he fell further into her gaze. The orbs sparkled and, like a riptide, pulled him closer to her.

“I’m Tara.”

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Hump Day Reflections!

There was something about him, something both dangerous and mysterious that drew her to watch for him. Every morning he paddled out beyond the break and sat on his board looking west while she sat on the shore looking in the same direction.

They didn't know each other, although, like her, she assumed he was here waiting for the big wave season to start. And, apparently, they also had in common the enjoyment of the peace found on the sand first thing. By ten this place will be hopping, but she liked the quiet and it seemed he did as well.

For the past two weeks she'd walk down here to start the day with a cup of coffee and in a calm state of mind. She was usually here about ten minutes before the buff surfer would stride by. From day one it's played out the same way, him looking in her direction with a small smile and a nod, but no words, on his way into the water. Her bladder always managed to shift her from her place before he came back in, so that was there routine.

She wondered what he was like. Was he smart, could he hold a conversation, or was he all about the next wave. Did he have a deep voice? Or was he foreign and spoke with an accent? She hoped he didn't have one of those stupid lazy drawls that wave rider wanna be's adopt, thinking it's cool.

If he did then she knew it would kill the lust he inspired. She wasn't shallow or easy, but this man pushed all her buttons and she'd like to give him a ride. Run her hands over his hard chest, down his sides and around to hold on to his taught ass. Or to feel those strong arms wrap around her and hold her close to him...feel his hard-on press against her belly.

From what she'd seen thus far, his cock was impressive beneath his board shorts, so naked it had to be awesome! She felt her nipples harden and a throb start to beat low in her pussy just thinking about getting down to fulfilling some serious lust-filled fantasies with her silent surfer.

Taking a sip from her cup, she felt the positive vibe for the day start to build. Maybe today everything will be different.

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