Warning: Much discussion of mermaid boobs. Like, ALOT.
Ever since I had moved to the ocean shores, I had more often than not been awoken early in the morning, right before the sun came up, by the crashing and splishy splashing of the waves on the rocks and sand. This morning was not any different than any other morning I woke up early, donned my yellow rain coat, and went out for a stroll on the beach. The fog was heavy and thick, the eel grass up on the land was as still as the stones on the beach, and I could hardly make out the dark looming shape of the lighthouse in the distance. The calm roar of the waves and an occasional gull were the only sounds on that dismal morn.
As I meandered about, something off in the distance caught my eye. A wonderful prize from the sea, perhaps, for being out so early? I could not tell what it was from the distance, though it was obviously a brilliant red, for my eye to catch it so. As I got closer I realized it was the shape of a person, and my foot steps quickened. When I saw it was a topless female, I broke to a run. Upon reaching the girl, I was treated with such a suprise that the previous suprise of finding a naked girl on the beach hardly registered.
It was, I suppose scientifically, a girl, but her lower half was that of a fish. And I don't mean that in the way that...oh, nevermind. She was a mermaid, as far as I could tell, or at least...Well, no at least. She was a mermaid, plain and simple. She lay face down in the sand and pebbles, and appeared to be dead (her skin was so pale and her motion so absent), but upon two fingers to the neck I found she had a pulse. Whipping off my coat, I wrapped it about her and heaved her into my arms. Her hair, which I can use no other adjective than brilliant (and possibly firey) to describe, was a brilliant, firey red, and her face was beautiful; one worthy of the finest gods.
As I lugged her back to my home, I could feel her steady breathing against my shoulder; her ample breasts making me both excited (in the, 'yee, boobies!' way) yet uncomfortable (in the 'whoa...boobs' sense). I clattered through the door way and into the bathroom, where I dumped her in the bathtub and stopped the drain (worry not, her hair fell down about her chest and thusly I could not oogle). I grabbed two buckets, and went about filling the tub with sea water, not really knowing what else to do. After quite a few trips I became exhausted, and fell, in a sitting position, onto the toilet.
And then I fell asleep.
And then a while later I woke up, and started, as the mermaid was staring right at me, right into my eyes, right into my SOUL, which was sort of creepy, and would have been SUPER creepy if she wasn't so hot. I akwardly introduced myself, the fact that she had pulled her hair back behind her head not helping. Then I realized I was a dolt for thinking she could understand english, which she obviously couldn't, so she sat there and stared at me, looking curious, afraid, and of course, very FINE.
In the healthy sort of way, I mean. I asked her if she wanted to go back to the sea, not expecting an answer and feeling stupid, but she eagerly nodded her head, and held out her arms. So once again the boob ordeal struck as we embraced and I picked her up by the torso in a crazy mermaid hug, and carried her outside.
In parting, I smiled at her and she smiled at me, and then with quite a toss, if I do say so myself, I threw her far out into the sea, as to not get any more emotionally attached.
To her boobs.
As I meandered about, something off in the distance caught my eye. A wonderful prize from the sea, perhaps, for being out so early? I could not tell what it was from the distance, though it was obviously a brilliant red, for my eye to catch it so. As I got closer I realized it was the shape of a person, and my foot steps quickened. When I saw it was a topless female, I broke to a run. Upon reaching the girl, I was treated with such a suprise that the previous suprise of finding a naked girl on the beach hardly registered.
It was, I suppose scientifically, a girl, but her lower half was that of a fish. And I don't mean that in the way that...oh, nevermind. She was a mermaid, as far as I could tell, or at least...Well, no at least. She was a mermaid, plain and simple. She lay face down in the sand and pebbles, and appeared to be dead (her skin was so pale and her motion so absent), but upon two fingers to the neck I found she had a pulse. Whipping off my coat, I wrapped it about her and heaved her into my arms. Her hair, which I can use no other adjective than brilliant (and possibly firey) to describe, was a brilliant, firey red, and her face was beautiful; one worthy of the finest gods.
As I lugged her back to my home, I could feel her steady breathing against my shoulder; her ample breasts making me both excited (in the, 'yee, boobies!' way) yet uncomfortable (in the 'whoa...boobs' sense). I clattered through the door way and into the bathroom, where I dumped her in the bathtub and stopped the drain (worry not, her hair fell down about her chest and thusly I could not oogle). I grabbed two buckets, and went about filling the tub with sea water, not really knowing what else to do. After quite a few trips I became exhausted, and fell, in a sitting position, onto the toilet.
And then I fell asleep.
And then a while later I woke up, and started, as the mermaid was staring right at me, right into my eyes, right into my SOUL, which was sort of creepy, and would have been SUPER creepy if she wasn't so hot. I akwardly introduced myself, the fact that she had pulled her hair back behind her head not helping. Then I realized I was a dolt for thinking she could understand english, which she obviously couldn't, so she sat there and stared at me, looking curious, afraid, and of course, very FINE.
In the healthy sort of way, I mean. I asked her if she wanted to go back to the sea, not expecting an answer and feeling stupid, but she eagerly nodded her head, and held out her arms. So once again the boob ordeal struck as we embraced and I picked her up by the torso in a crazy mermaid hug, and carried her outside.
In parting, I smiled at her and she smiled at me, and then with quite a toss, if I do say so myself, I threw her far out into the sea, as to not get any more emotionally attached.
To her boobs.