Enjoy the moment, Viv!

"...aaaaaAAAAAAH!"

Vivianne was filled by indescribable delight, wriggling in pleasure that almost hurt.

She fell on her back and leaned her back against the fountain's glass panel, absolutely not caring now whether she is seen or not. The muscles of her thighs twitched and convulsed, her sanctuary of love sending waves of intense heat and cold through her body.

Then the fountain suddenly stopped sprinkling and Vivianne slid slowly on her behind.

With one last quiet moan she completed her rapture; she began to slowly return to reality, her mind still clouded with the sweetest of sensations. Her legs were weak, and she was still trembling with bliss.

"Well, now I am scared!" she could hear one of the young men saying.

"It sounded oddly realistic," agreed his pal. "I could swear there' someone inside. What is that dark shape in the fountain anyway?"

Miss Rossetti laughed, still watching carefully watching Vivianne's most intimate moments. "Fine, you got me, " winked the hotel manager. "I admit it now, it's a loudspeaker. It sounded so real, because we use only top top-class quality audio devices here at the Haunted Mansion! But let's pretend we had just heard a mermaid's ghost. It's more fun that way."

"Yeah, but it sounded more like a woman experiencing pleasure than the wailing of some long-dead mermaid," grinned another boy.

"Oh, you're an expert? What do you know about long dead mermaids?" asked the brunette waspishly. "You know, they may have their passions too. But enough about that. Let's go, I think it would be useless for us to wait for that person anymore. It would be better if I show you your rooms straight away. It's getting late."

The group left, but the completely naked and completely wet goth girl couldn't muster her strength to exit the fountain or do just about anything. So she just lay there in the sun, breathing and staring into the blue sky, enjoying the very slowly fading tingle of pleasure. In her mind she relived her today's adventure.

After a few minutes, the manager came back and slid the glass panel to get to Vivianne.

"Who do we have here, if it's not our little Miss Shameless," she giggled, when she saw Vivianne was still totally exposed. She held out her hand to help the subtle blonde girl stand up. Then she offered her a black bathing robe; that was extraordinarily considerate.

"I am not shameless," said sweet Vivianne, her face still red, when she was covering her wet nudity. "It was all an accident. Just a stroke of bad luck. I am a very shy girl, I really am!"

The hotel manager offered Vivianne her arm, which the girl accepted. "Oh, I know," smiled Miss Rossetti wickedly. "I saw that."

THE END