Someone awaits you in the sea.

You are about to try braving the jungle when you see a blond woman waving at you from the surf. At first you are worried that she may be drowning until you realize that she is gesturing for you to join her. Since the prospect of swimming with a blond looks far more enticing than what may await you in the jungle you decide to take her up on her invitation.

You step into the water and, while it is not as warm as the pool you experienced only moments ago in your fantasy (if that's what it was) it is still warmer than you expected. You walk out, allowing the waves to lap against you as you approach the blond who is waiting for you beyond the breakers. Even the ache that the cold water causes to your balls as they are submerged does not deter you and you continue until you reach the calmer waters and on until the water reaches the top of you chest.

It is then that the blond swims up to you and you get a better look at her. She looks a little older than the girl from the pool, perhaps in her early 20s as distinct from her late teens. Her hair falls about her in long, golden waves and spreads out around her as she stops in front of you. Her skin is deeply tanned, her eyes are deep liquid green, her nose is small and cute and her lips are light pink. As she stops before you, you look down and see her large ample breasts with nipples the same colour as her lips.

That is all you have time to take in as she moves up to you brings her face to your's and begins kissing you with a deep passion, crushing her breasts against you chest. You are both taken aback and excited by her forwardness and are so caught up in enjoying her ardor and the feel of her against you that you almost miss the cold clammy feeling of her tail against your legs and the sudden realisation that she is a mermaid that comes with it.

She notices you stifle as the realization hits you and breaks off her kiss to give you an apologetic look. Then she suddenly looks thoughtful before looking at you with a querying expression, points down at your groin and then points at her mouth. It doesn't take a genius to understand what she is asking and you nod emphatically.

She grins, ducks below the water leaving her mane of golden hair floating above her, and you feel her pulling down you shorts. The fact that you have asked her to give you an undersea blow-job doesn't seem that problematic. She is a mermaid so logically she can breathe underwater.

You don't have time to consider the incongruity of using 'mermaid' and 'logically' in the same sentence because suddenly all rational thought leaves you as the mermaid takes your member in her hand and slides her mouth over its tip. She takes your entire length slowly into her mouth, sliding much of it down her throat while playing with it expertly with her tongue, then slides it back out just as slowly savoring every centimetre.

The effect is as pleasurable as the pussy of the water nymph, but far from making you want to thrust yourself inside her the mermaid's mouth saps your desire to do anything but stand there and enjoy it. You close your eyes and time looses all meaning as your manhood is drawn deep inside the mermaid's mouth and them drawn back up again with a slowness that no human woman could match (simply because breathing would be an issue). Eventually the sensation becomes too much and you feel your jism beginning to boil up. You think about reaching down and pulling the mermaid's face up, or doing something to warn her in case she doesn't want a mouth full of spunk, but the languor she has caused you makes that impossible. You're kind of amazed that your face is still above water given your lack of strength.

Your jism pours into the mermaid's mouth and suddenly ...