Sounds Good Ch. 07: The Mermaid

NOTE: Diane and Peter are back! It's been a while since I've updated this saga, so I hope you're still interested. This one is a little different, at request of an avid reader, who wanted to see something mermaid-related. I hope you enjoy it! As always, please know that comments and feedback are very important in determining what I write next, as you can see here!

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There was nothing Peter could do but admire the view before him. As Diane prepared two glasses of fresh iced tea, her neighbor watched as she barely swayed her hips in rhythm with the music softly playing from her kitchen radio. She was wearing a thin sundress, and Peter could make out the outline of a swimsuit underneath. Her hair was tied up in a loose bun, and a few errant, caramel curls had come loose, falling against the nape of her neck.

"All finished!" Diane turned around, leaning against the island between herself and Peter, handing him a cold glass of iced tea.

"Thanks for inviting me over to swim. When I was growing up, I was always jealous of the fact that you had a pool and we didn't, especially over the summer." Peter said. With the sun low in the sky and dusk setting in, the air was still warm after a hot, late summer day. What Peter hadn't mentioned was that while growing up, he only knew he envied his neighbor for having a pool because he'd taken his fair share of peaks at her. In high school, Peter's bedroom had a decent view of Diane's backyard, and it was the summer before his senior year of high school that he realized his neighbor liked to go night swimming. More than once, high school Peter had "relieved" himself while watching his bikini-clad neighbor float around.

Today, Diane had invited him over to go swimming, somewhat fulfilling a bit of a fantasy he'd always had. Additionally, he assumed, she wanted to record something, but he had no issues there. Ever since Diane and Peter had begun recording erotic fiction for her website, Peter had had some of the best sex of his life. Diane was so mature, so experienced, and Peter loved every opportunity he got to spend with her.

Diane, as well, enjoyed how much time she'd gotten to spend with Peter this summer, and how willing he'd been to help her with recording erotica. Even more, she loved how great of a lay he was; she felt her mouth water as she thought of the taste of his cock.

"So," Diane broke the silence after taking a sip of her drink, trying to quench her non-beverage-related thirst. "I know I invited you over to swim, but—"

"But, you want to record something." Peter cut her off.

"Yes, I hope that's okay." She gave him a soft smile.

"Of course, I'm never going to object!" He laughed. "What's the story this time? Let me guess, if it's by the pool... A lifeguard rescues a swimmer? Or, no, a classic: trophy wife and the pool boy?"

"Neither."

"Oh?"

"Nope, this is... Well, it's a little random. Do you remember last time, when I told you that patrons of my website can make large donations, and if they do, they get to make requests?" Diane explained, shifting her focus to the three ice cubes in her empty glass, having trouble looking Peter in the eye.

"Yeah, I remember..." Peter was hesitant, almost nervous because of how Diane refused to make eye contact. "Did someone request something weird?"

"Actually, it's not a new request. The same guy has been requesting this one for a while, I just haven't been able to write a script... Until now." Diane opened the manila folder on the counter between them, passing one stapled script to Peter, who read the title page, stunned.

"The Mermaid and the Sailor?"

"Yep." She confirmed with an embarrassed shrug. "Look, I think it's weird, but he's made enough donations, I can't really ignore him. I gotta give in at some point. And I think this script might just be fine enough, let's just try it out!" She encouraged.

"You know what?" Peter asked. "Sure. Let's do it. I'm sure it's great." He gave Diane a genuine smile, and she reciprocated before stepping out from behind the counter and walking past Peter. As she made her way to the far side of the kitchen, she opened the glass door to her backyard before turning back to her younger neighbor and gesturing for him to follow.

As they stepped outside into the low light of the setting sun, Peter glanced around. Large trees lined her property, including the fence she shared with his parents' house. The main feature of the large backyard was a crystal blue swimming pool in the middle, with ripples on the surface of the water from the warm summer breeze passing through.

"Take a seat over there, let's get started before we lose the light." Diane pointed to the edge of the pool, where two microphones were set up, plugged into a tablet. Next to the tablet was Diane's bell, which she always used as a type of clapper board for keeping track of where to make edits in the recordings.

Peter's jaw dropped as he watched Diane shrug the thin straps of her sundress off her shoulders, then shimmy her body just slightly as the dress dropped to the ground, revealing a thin, navy blue bikini beneath, tightly hugging Diane's chubby body. He could only see her from behind, and all Peter was paying attention to was his MILF neighbor's ass being hugged by her tight bikini bottoms, her cheeks bouncing with each sauntering step. Upon reaching the edge of the pool, she dips one toe in, then slowly begins to wade in, down the stairs, until the water reaches her breasts. At this point, Peter got a look at her front, and felt his cock twitch as he admired Diane's large breasts, bobbing slightly in the water as she glided towards the mic setup, encaged by the soft material of her bikini top.

"There, grab a cushion from one of those chairs," Diane pointed to some patio furniture she had. "And take a seat next to the mic. Let's get started." Peter did as he was told, situating himself at the edge of the pool, his feet in the water. Diane positioned herself between his legs, and Peter bit his lip at the incredible view before him. Tapping around on her tablet, in no time she had pressed a RECORD button on her audio app, and the story had begun as Diane rang the small bell.

DING

"Wh-where am I?" Peter put on his best just-woke-up, groggy voice.

"Well, hey there sailor," Diane spoke softly. "Glad to see you're awake."

"What happened? Who are you?" Peter sounded bewildered.

"Don't you remember?" Diane recited with a coy smile. "Your boat hit a storm, and a wave hit your boat, and you took a nasty spill off the side. I pulled you out, but it looked like you hit your head. I wanted to nurse you back to health."

"Oh, thank you for saving me, but..." Peter read off the script. "Are you a—a mermaid?" He tried his best to read the words with a serious tone, but it was tough, considering how fantastical it all was.

"Why, yes, I am." Diane was much better at staying in character, not even smiling when delivering her line. Instead, she squeezed Peter's thigh and winked, a move Peter took to mean "Don't you dare screw this up!"

"I can't believe it, you saved my life!" He exclaimed.

"I did, but you still need help before you're back on your feet. Allow me to take care of you..." Diane said in a low, sultry tone that made Peter's cock tent against the thin material of his swim trunks.

Taking that as an invitation, Diane leaned forward, hooking her hands in his waistband, before yanking down, slipping his bathing suit off his legs, and tossing It towards the deep end of the pool where it landed with a soft splash. Turning back, the older woman watched as Peter's large cock sprang forward, bobbing up and down in the air.

"Oh, my, sailor." Diane whispered, always impressed with her neighbor's cock. It was rock hard in her hand, a perfect length and an impressive thickness. Without a word, Diane began to softly stroke Peter's cock, up and down, up and down, up and down, using a loose fist. Bringing her other hand up, she prodded lightly at his large, full balls, before making another fist around his shaft. Immediately finding a rhythm, Diane began to stroke Peter's cock with both hands, slowly, with a steady pace.

From his perspective, Peter couldn't help but ogle his neighbor's bosom. Because she was using both hands to massage his cock, Diane's arms were pressing her tits together, creating a deep cavern of cleavage for Peter to practically drool over. He watched in awe as her breasts jiggled just slightly with each pump of his cock.

DING

"What? What's wrong?" Peter snapped back to focus as Diane dropped his cock from her small hands.

"You missed a line. Remember, stick to the script." She chided.

"Right, sorry." He apologized, glancing at the script at his side. "Sorry, one question: what kind of mermaid are you? Are you like the Little Mermaid? Am I supposed to think of you as the Little Mermaid's hot mom?" Peter asked.

"You could," Diane nodded. "Or, you could pass me that lube next to my tablet," she pointed, "and you could think of me as your hot, mature neighbor who's currently stroking your cock while wearing nothing but a bikini." She felt his cock twitch in her hand as she said this. "Either works for me."

"Um—uh yeah, that, uh, that sounds good also." Peter cleared his throat, feeling his cock throb in her delicate hands as he passed the small bottle of lubricant to the aforementioned hot, mature neighbor. "H-here you go."

"Thank you. Now, don't miss your line." She said as she drizzled some onto his cock, massaging it enough to get a small sheen worked up.

DING

"Ma'am," Peter said, now back in character as a forlorn sailor. "This feels amazing, your hands are incredible."

Dropping one hand from his shaft, Diane gave Peter's full balls a soft squeeze. He involuntarily moaned, rewarding her with a mess of precum spilling from his cockhead. She giggled, and stroked him faster, bouncing her heavy breasts as she pumped up and down.

"Tell me," she spoke softly. "Would fucking my tits help you feel better?" Diane said in her most innocent voice, making Peter spill even more precum. She playfully slapped his fat cockhead against her cleavage, making soft, wet sounds that Diane was sure would drive future listeners wild.

"Y-yes please, ma'am." Peter replied.

With that plea, Diane reached behind with one hand and deftly undid her bikini top, allowing the straps to slip from her shoulders. Her soft, tanned breasts poured from the falling cups as she shrugged the top into the water, pushing it to the side, letting it float away. Peter marveled at how large and round her breasts were; this was far from the first time he'd seen this MILF topless, but the sight never ceased to take his breath away.

Leaning forward, Diane pushed Peter's slick cock between her tits, before squeezing them around his shaft, feeling him throb against her warm skin. Breathing slowly, then faster, Diane began to pump her tits up and down around the young man's cock, finding an ever-increasing rhythm as she went. Faster and faster, she bounced her breasts up and down, and Peter watched as his pink cockhead poked out from her cleavage with each bounce.

"Oh my god," Peter moaned softly. "Your tits feel amazing!" He said as he began to thrust, unable to restrain himself. "I'm going to fuck you so good later!"

DING

As he heard the chime, he immediately knew he'd done something wrong. "Sorry," Peter apologized. "I know I shouldn't have ad-libbed right there, I just couldn't help it. Titfucking you feels so good!"

"No, it wasn't the ad-libbing. I don't mind some fun improvisation." Without stopping, Diane spoke as she continued to titfuck her neighbor. "The issue is that you mentioned how you're going to fuck me. You're not going to fuck me in this story." She said, still bouncing her heavy tits up and down on his hard cock.

"I don't?" Peter said, legitimately disappointed.

"No, honey. I'm a mermaid. I have a tail. How would that even work?" She gave a small laugh at his ignorance.

"Oh, I hadn't even thought about that... Well in that case, how does this even end?" He asked, now curious.

"Well, if you read the script, you'll see that this one ends with you cumming all over my tits and face. Think you can do that?" Diane asked with a signature combination of sensuality and confidence.

"Um," Peter's voice once again caught in his throat, thrown off by how blunt this MILF was. "Yeah, I think, um, I think I can do that."

"Great!" Diane cheered, pausing for a moment to apply another drizzle of lube to Peter's cock. After massaging the throbbing member to make it slick again, she resumed titfucking it, pumping her breasts up and down with a renewed vigor.

DING

"I love your cock so much, sailor." Diane said with a small moan. "It feels so good between my big tits."

Peter reached out and caressed the MILF's large breasts, tracing his hands across her soft skin as she pumped up and down on his shaft. Without a word, he took hold of her breasts, pressing them around his cock, before thrusting hard into her cleavage. Diane dropped her hands down to her sides, letting Peter take control as he fucked her tits. Thrust after thrust, loved the weight of her heavy breasts in his young hands, teasing one of her nipples with his thumb as he went, eliciting a moan from Diane.

"Oh, sailor," she bit her lip, moaning again as he teased both nipples at the same time, picking up pace as he pumped between her tits, sure that he was about to blow his load. Peter checked the script, despite how much trouble he was having focusing on anything other than the beautiful MILF currently trying her damnedest to take him to the edge. He read over his next line.

"Ma'am?" He barely stuttered out.

Without slowing her movements, Diane turned her focus from her pumping breasts and the cock between them, to make eye contact with Peter. With the slowest, sultriest voice, she whispered, "Yes sailor?"

That was almost enough. It took all of Peter's self control to not finish right then and there. He even twitched a bit, which Diane could feel as she kept massaging his cock with her tits, but Peter knew he had to hold on. She knew it too, and it made her elated how wild he was being driven, all because of her.

"I'm close." He whimpered, trying to stick to the script.

"Oh, that's so good to hear. You'll be back on your feet in no time." Again, she didn't show any sign of slowing the titfucking down. Instead, she broke eye contact, focusing on his cock. She arched her neck down and planted a soft kiss right on the tip of his cock as it pushed through her cleavage. It was such a light kiss from such plush, full lips, and with all the stimulation he was already receiving on his cock, Peter almost couldn't feel it. But it was definitely enough to bring him closer. Diane kept her attention down their, and now, with each thrust, she planted a soft, wet kiss on his tip. On a few of the thrusts, strands of precum hung between her lip and his cock.

"Come on - Sailor - Cum for me." Diane whispered between kisses, still pumping her soft tits around his throbbing cock. And with those whispers, Peter lost all control. His balls tightened, his legs locked up, then turned to jelly, and he clenched his hands into tight fists. Then, with a rush, he started to cum.

The first shot hit Diane across her lips, with her mouth still just an inch from his cock. She smiled, overjoyed at the reward her work was reaping, still pumping her tits up and down. The second shot splattered across her cheek, and the third and fourth splashed against her chin, dropping down onto her still-heaving breasts as she lifted her head to look at him. He didn't stop there, with four more shots raining down over her tits, splashing across her soft cleavage. Finally, one last cumshot spilled out onto her clavicle, and with that he was spent. Peter exhaled, collapsing backwards onto the warm brick of the patio, breathing heavily.

Diane released his cock from her plush prison, and it flopped back onto his stomach, as she admired the splatter on her chest. With one finger, she wiped the stray glob of cum off of her cheek and seductively licked it up. She glanced at her script and read off, "My, my, it looks like you've definitely made a full recovery. Well done, sailor."

Peter let his head fall back and he shut his eyes, still trying to catch his breath.

DING

Diane rang the bell one final time, signifying the end of the story, then patted Peter on the inside of his thigh. "Great work, thanks for being willing to take a chance with a little bit of high fantasy. I'm sure the listeners are going to love this one, especially the guy who keeps requesting it. Looks like you enjoyed yourself too."

"Holy fuck, Diane. That was amazing." Peter panted. "I mean, I- um, I've titfucked you before, but that... That was something else." He was so out of breath. "You..."

"I'm great at what I do?" She cut him off before he could finish. "I know; you say that a lot." She slipped out from between Peter's legs, moving towards the edge of the pool. In one swift motion, climbed out of the pool, turning herself to sit at the edge, her feet in the water, next to her spent neighbor. Peter barely opened his eyes as he lay on the ground, just to enjoy the view of Diane's plump ass in a bikini bottom, pressed against the warm brick. "I'm going to shower off. You can use the outdoor shower after me."

With that, she stood up from the edge of the pool, and walked over to the far corner of her yard where a small outdoor shower stood. Instead of shutting the wooden plank door, Diane turned the water on and began rinsing her young neighbor's cum off her bare breasts, wearing nothing but her bikini bottoms. Peter couldn't help but open his eyes once again to steal a look as she turned off the shower and began toweling off.

Peter managed to find the energy to sit up as he watched Diane turn off the water and begin toweling dry.

"Hey, you're in here next." She called to him. "And don't even think about dripping water, or whatever else, in my house."