Sea Nymph

Sea Nymph

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Swimming fun.

Summary

Swimming fun.

Content

Submitted: June 28, 2020

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Content

Submitted: June 28, 2020

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Back to long ago, simple times, when I didn’t have enough money to rub two nickles together. There were some things that were rubbing and being rubbed.

 

I was in Long Beach California in August 1971. A shipmate and I went halves on an apartment that was a converted motel because our destroyer was in dry dock. This meant noise, dust, dirt and no air conditioning. The room was modest with a single bedroom, bathroom, and built in kitchen. By the end of the first day I was sleeping on the sofa in the main room while Ritchie was sleeping in the bedroom.

 

I didn’t have to worry about Ritchie for very long because he got transferred to a different destroyer that was getting out of the yards. He was soon involved in refresher training. I saw him off and on while we both paid for the apartment. I think he just liked having a place to come when he wasn’t shacking up or in other trouble.

 

The apartment complex encircled a swimming pool that was probably the dirtiest pool in LA. We didn’t care because it was a place to cool off and meet neighbors, potential girlfriends, and lovers.

 

The tinny boppers at the time were all about the sailors that were from Long Beach. They would iron our clothes, sit with us in the evening, give us hickies and hope for a thrill.

 

I remember particularly sweet Kimberly. Blond, leggy like a colt, just developing into a woman. She was anywhere from 15 to 18. I didn’t know, nor did I care.

 

Kimberly loved the pool and loved to swim. Whenever I was in the pool with her she would say, “Michael, please let me get on your back while you swim back and forth… I love to ride.”

 

“Sure Kimmie, let’s try it out.”

 

I got to one edge of the pool and she was on my back with her legs wrapped around me.

 

I pushed off for the other side while she paddled along to help and at the same time something wonderful happened.

 

Moving her body, arms, and legs, we slowly made it to the other side.Her feet were over my groin area and she was either inadvertently or on purpose massaging my cock.

“Go, Michael, Go,” she chanted as we went on our own journies.

I was going as well as I could, caught up in the exquisite feelings as my cock was getting that itchy never stop it sensation.

 

We made it to the other side and Kimmie became very quiet.

 

As I launched off the other side I felt her pelvis grinding harder into my back and her feet moved faster, faster, until I heard a gasp from her.

 

Kimmie jumped off of me like a Jack in the Box, and skidaddled out of the pool. I was also out quickly, with a vicious hardon. I went up to my apartment knowing that I needed to relieve my gigantic hardon into the toilet. My head was spinning from the images and the sensations as I spurted away.

The next time I was in the pool I noted that Kimmie was 5 minutes behind with a smile on her face like the bear that discovered the honey jar.

 

“Can I ride you again Michael?” It was the nicest pretty please I ever got from a girl.

 

“You can if you will do something for me after we do our laps.” I replied.

 

Kimmie looked at me with some askance in her face.

 

“Kimmie,” I said. “I know what is going on with you while we do our laps. Have you ever wondered about what is happening to me?”

 

Kimmie blushed and whispered, “I felt you get hard down there. I figured you sort of finished in the water.”

 

I smiled and shook my head. “I had to go up to my apartment and take matters into my own hand.”

 

“So what would you want me to do?” she asked demurely.

 

“I want to use your hands on me so I can finish without being alone.”

 

She thought and thought for two seconds and nodded and winked.

 

So it was back and forth across the pool. Kimmie grinding her vulva into my back while paddling and moving her feet on my cock like someone climbing a tree.

 

Kimmie came faster than last time because she was excited that I knew what was going on with her orgasm and maybe excited to find out what her end of the bargain was going to be like.

 

She dismounted and whispered. “Three minutes.”

 

I waited, got out of the pool and went to my apartment trying to hide my erection.

 

As soon as I was in and closed the door I took off my swim trunks off and slowly stroked myself to keep the fire stoked.

 

Knock, knock. Rapped the door.

 

I got behind it as I opened it and let Kimmie in.

 

Closing the door Kimmie gasped at my nakedness and at my erection.

 

“So what do I do Michael?” she asked while looking at my dick.

 

I got some paper towels and took her to my sofa.

 

“Watch,” I said as I wrapped my fingers around my shaft and began tugging.

 

“Do you think you can handle that?” I asked.

 

Kimmie shrugged her shoulders and wrapped my cock with her feminine fingers and started tugging.

 

I instructed her.

 

“Faster!”

 

“Slower!”

 

“Now as quick as possible!”

 

She took me through to orgasm and gasped as she saw the pearl jam shoot out from the tip.

 

“Keep going. Keep going!”

 

I was spent and I wiped her hands, my dick and my stomach off.

 

“What did you think?” I asked.

 

“I never saw it before, but it was kind of nice watching your face react to every move that I made with my fingers.”

 

“So are we swimming buddies?” I asked.

 

“Oh yeah!” she replied.

 

I was her sea horse and she was my sea nymph well into the fall.


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