Practical lesson Part 2 (heavy petting)

"Go on, give i' a gentle squeeze." Encourages granny maiden mischievously.

You feel a heat begin to simmer inside of you, the new feeling makes you excited, but at the same time you feel nervous and shy.

Blushing delicately you squeeze the mermaid's sagging breasts. It feels like silk beneath your touch, but at the same time you feel like it is very fragile.

Your blush deepens as the old mermaids nipple's emerge like ripening buds and you brush you thumbs over them gently.

"Hmm, no' bad." praises granny maiden slowly licking her dry lips, while squinting at you shrewdly.

"I can see you enjoy yourself as well." She comments her hand reaches at and flicks your own pearly nipple.

"Ah!" you cry feeling a jolt of pleasure course through you and down towards your pelvis fins that can't help but quiver from the sensation.

"So sensitive." murmurs granny maiden. "remember to ask for what you want."

You hesitate as you wait for her to tell you what to say. You hand still on her breasts.

With a slow but deliberate motion the old mermaid brushes your hands off her limp mammaries.

"Be sensitive t' mood, i' may change in an instant." Granny maiden lectures gently. You flinch away and bite your lips gently, knowing you'd made a mistake.

"No' bad, even your anxious looks arousing." Comments the elder, praise in her voice. "Now, d'you remember the words?"

Suddenly you realise you're supposed to think for yourself, and you feel embarrassed again for having expected her to hold your hand through all of this.

You think hard and slowly the words come back to you.

"Pl- Please tea- touch me..." You say. Your cheeks heating up furiously. Never in your life had you been so embarrassed.

"Goo' girl!" Says the mermaid before her whizzend old hands home to cup your full, heavy breast. And gently pinching your hard nipples.

You're not sure whether the pleasure that runs down your fishtail to join the simmering heat between your pelvic fins is from her seeing her frail hand over your moist flesh or her fondling.

You mewl in pleasure as granny maiden begins to massage your breast more deeply with more rhythm.

Your tail squirms and your caudal fin thumbs the sand wetly from the pleasure, but you arch your torso towards those deliciously groping hands and bare your throat instinctively.

Granny maiden approaches you nuzzling her noes along the column of your throat just as her hands presses more against your flesh, your breasts bulging out from between her fingers.

You tilt backwards and twist your tail around, to better deal with the new position. Your spiny Doral fins flattens against your body instinctively.

In the end you find yourself lying on your back.

Panting and dazed you look up at the old mermaid leaning over you. You'd never been in this position before. The maidens hands run over the curve of your breast and settle warmly on your ribs.

"Stange, isn' i'? We have no reason to swim on our backs in the sea. Bu' humans lie on their backs all the time." She explains in a soft murmur.

Her hands trail down your belly and then over your fish tail towards your pelvic fins leaving a burning trail in their wake.

They quiver with anticipation and you feel the heat inside of you increase. You try to remain still, even though you want to squirm.