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Anton and the Mermaid
Anton Weaver stood on the prow of his ship, gazing out into the sapphire blue water. He was anchored just off the Bimini Road, an underwater rock formation that was thousands of years old and which many people thought was man-made, and proved that here…here at Bimini….Atlantis had once existed.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw a silvery shape break the surface…it was a dolphin. He watched the creature playing exuberantly for a few minutes, and felt a pang at his heart.
Some people watched the birds and wished they could fly through the air, *sans wings, *he had watched mammals swimming throughout the depths, and wished he could do the same thing.
But no, he was doomed to always be separated by a thin sheet of neoprene, a face mask, and a heavy scuba tank on his back.
Not today, though. Today he’d be skin diving…and when he said skin diving he meant skin-diving. With only flippers, a knife strapped to his inner calf, and a pair of goggles over his eyes, with a snorkel attached to them, Anton stepped to the side of his boat and dove in.
He dove down, down, the fifteen feet to the ocean floor, and the huge rectangular rocks that comprised the Bimini Road.
As he had done many times before, he followed the rocks from their beginning to their ending, a distance of only about half a mile, surfacing only a couple of times.
Anton had been diving all his life, and had wonderful breath control. He could stay underwater, even exerting himself as he was, for over three minutes.
He swam close to the ocean floor, reaching down now and then to touch the algae-covered rocks, loving the feeling of the rough stone on his fingertips. He was touching history. He was touching an edifice that was thousands of years old.
Anton continued to swim along the Road. He’d swam along it dozens of times over the years, and knew when it was supposed to end.
This time…it wasn’t ending. He was still swimming…and now the rocks weren’t covered with algae but were unsullied, clean stone. How was this possible?
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a silver movement, and paused to take a look at the nearby dolphin.
Only…it wasn’t a dolphin.
It was a woman.
A woman who, like him, was skin-diving…in the nude.
Her hair curled around her beautiful face like a nimbus. Her pale skin positively glowed. Her breasts…her breasts were perfect, small, round globes that bobbed gently. Her belly was flat, then her hips flared out to long, long legs…and at the end of each foot…some weird kind of flipper…
Anton’s eyes had ran down the woman’s body, even as “something’s wrong here” resonated in him. He looked up again. She wasn’t wearing anything over her eyes, yet she seemed to be able to see him perfectly. And her lips…she was pursing her lips like she wanted to kiss him…and then unpursing them…as if she were breathing underwater…
She remained motionless, staring at him. Her arms were spread out to her sides, and she was making various gestures with her hands to maintain her position against the current.
Anton kicked his feet just a couple of times, so that he glided toward her slowly.
She waited for him.
He came right up to her, and she put out her hands to stop his forward progress, to bring him from a horizontal, swimming position to a vertical one. She stared deeply into his eyes.
Her eyes…a deep green, with a large pupil…eyes that you could get lost in.
And those lips…
Anton reached out and grasped her biceps, drawing him closer to her. He inclined his head forward, and placed his lips upon hers.
She kissed him back, and he opened his mouth to receive her tongue. But incredibly, instead of her tongue it was air that she breathed into him.
He pushed her away from him, feeling his throat working. He was choking…then suddenly…he wasn’t. He was breathing. *Breathing underwater.
She had been staring at him, and now nodded, as if he had just passed a test. She held out her hand to him. He swum forward and took it. She turned and pulled on his hand, placing it on her shoulder. He brought up his other hand to her other shoulder, and then suddenly she was swimming, faster than he would have thought possible.
Her body was undulating, like a dolphin’s, and he was riding on her back as she was cutting through the water at an incredible speed. And he was able to breathe…
And then suddenly she twisted underneath him, until suddenly she was swimming while *facing him, and her body was undulating and her belly was quite close to his cock, so close that if only he had some power of his own he could have entered her there and then. He found he wanted to, desperately.
She started slowing down, her body continuing to undulate, her firm breasts looking so lovely in the clear water, her belly, her legs, and that dark patch between her legs that indicated she was a woman ready for love…
Now…now…they had slowed down enough so that he was no longer feeling overpowered by the force of the water, he let his hands slide down from her shoulders to her waist and used them to steady her while he entered her.
Her body arced as she felt him enter her, and then she wrapped her legs around his waist.
They hovered there, neutrally buoyant, while Anton thrust himself into her again and again…meantime staring deep into those green eyes…eyes that seemed to have the wisdom of the world in them… and her face, her beautiful face, her lips continuing to purse and unpurse…he abandoned his grip on her waist and grasped her face, he so wanted to kiss her again.
He kissed her, and she kissed him back, and he could feel himself coming, and it was an incredible feeling, as the pleasure jolted through him…
Then he was spent, and he floated there, gazing at her, gazing into those fathomless eyes.
Then, suddenly, he was choking again, and she hooked a hand under his arm and raised him to the surface.
He bobbed there, sucking in deep breaths of air. Then, desperately, he began looking around for her. Where had she gone?
He jackknifed down into the water, and there she was. She came forward, kissed him once, gently, then she shoved him away, turned around and began swimming away from him with that undulating movement.
And all he could do was watch her swim out of his life…
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