Practical lesson part 1 (light petting)

You decide that you think you would like to learn something more practical to help you along on your adventure with humans and you say as much to the granny maiden.

Besides her touches had felt very good, you think with a blush.

A leering smile spreads over Granny maiden's thin lips and you feel a thrill of arousal in anticipation.

Now, now, If you wan' somthin' you mus' learn to say it. Reapt after me: Please... teach... me..." she says teasingly the wrinkles around her eyes deepening.

"P... Ple...se t...tea...ch me." you from the sounds hesitantly.

The old mermaid only grins toothlessly back at you as she slowly approaches you in her graceful slithering fashion.

"Be sure to always move slowly." She murmurs. "or you might scare them."

The old mermaid stops a short distance away then leans forward letting her sagging breasts hang down towards the sand. Her gnarled hand slowly inches closer to your own that are supporting your torso and slowly slides over your fingers in a delicate touch.

You feel your fingers tingle from the sensation and you shiver as you stare back into granny maidens eye's.

"Be sure not to be too forward or forceful with your touches too quickly. It will give human's time to get used to you, to pull away if they want to, or for you yourself to escape should you need to."

The old mermaid's sturdy tail pushes her forward incrementally as her wizened hand continues to trail up your arm.

"Keep your touches from more sensitive areas t' begin with." murmurs Granny-maiden, hands coming to caress your flaming cheeks.

"Listen to your partner closely before trying to touch 'em elsewhere." the mermaid continues to murmur running a finger over your lushus lip and you gasp quietly at the electric fire that followed the wake of her fingers, down your chin then under your jaw.

You raise your head to bear your throat and granny maiden chuckles. "So honest. It'll surprise 'em but they'll like that."

The caress continues in a straight line down your collarbone and between your breast. You think that perhaps she'll touch your breast again, and are slightly disappointed when her soft fingers continue past and only open in an open palms caress of your belly and finally settling on your hip.

"Now. It's your turn. Remember t' ask for permission first." She hag grins evilly at your. "Say... May I touch?"

You swallow nervously and then open your mouth to repeat after her.

"May... I... t...touch?" You say carefully, turning your expectant gaze on the old mermaid.

"Yes you may." She smiles thinly.

Trying to keep her lesson in mind, you inch slowly closer. Your body seeming overly encumbering on the sand.

Then trying to move just as slowly you reach out your closest hand and put it on the old lady's that is lying on her lap. Suddenly you become fascinated by the soft wrinkly skin and the blue veins on the back of it and trace them, delicately.

There weren't a lot of merfolk that looked as old as this hag. It was the first time you had come so close to one. You reach out with your other hand only remembering in the last second to move slowly and to grasp the fragile looking limb in both hands. You gently turn it palm upwards and trace the deep lines of the palms and finger. Then paint out the veins up granny maiden's wrist.

The older mermaid flinches a little and you pull back afraid you'd done something wrong.

Meeting the mermaids old gaze the eyes seem to hold a softer gaze towards you and she smiles. You're a natural at this, just think about the possibility that your delicate touches may become ticklish.

You nods with embarrassment and decide to reach out slowly for the old woman's aged face trying to use a more open palm to stroke her sagging cheeks. A sense of wonder goes through you as you wonder about all the stories this mermaid has seen and how these line have recorded and mapped the emotions of a life time.

You're hand move further along the side of her face until you're delicate fingers brush against the aged ears.

Granny maiden's eyes close in appreciation and she lets out her first soft moan.

"The ears are good, they are sensitive, many humans are surprised by it and might be startled if they are not familiar with you."

You hesitate briefly but you think that granny maiden is enjoying your touch so you continue to delicately massage her ear, bringing up the other hand to do the same with the other one.

Eventually you let your hands trail down the old mermaid's face. Down her neck and further until both of your hands are cupping her sagging breasts.

Granny maiden's eyes open and she stares at you knowingly.