Kernavez-sur-mer. Childhood waves crashing. Back for summer solitude. Fishing my vice. Rocher de Mélusine calls. Low tide. Waders chest-high. Trek five hundred meters over slick rocks. Cane in hand. Box slung. No bites first hour. Switch spots. Face the open sea. Hidden by the fairy’s nipple. Mini beach untouched by tourists.
Splash ahead. Blonde siren slicing waves. Pale skin glows. Tiny monokini clings. Barely covers. Heart skips. Pretend to fish. Wade closer. Water laps navel. She smiles. Joyful. Innocent. Man lounges on sand. Watches her.
The Contact
‘Any luck fishing?’ she calls.
‘So-so,’ I mutter.
Slip past. Twenty meters. Steal glances. Full breasts bob. Nipples peak through fabric. She emerges. Water cascades. Drips off curves. Tops up quick. They pack. Tide rising. Damn.
Shouts from raz-de-Lancelot. Moans? Wind tricks. Legends whisper. Ignore. Focus line. Then laughter. They return. Tide trapped them.
‘Local?’ he asks.
‘Sort of. Tide high soon. Wait hours.’
He grins. ‘Stuck bronzing.’
Chat fishing fails. They sun. I wade deeper. She splashes in again. Swims near. Breasts tease surface.
‘Don’t spear me with that rod.’
‘No worry. Not for sirens like you.’
Circles me. Water churns soft. Chats lures. Flirts legends. Compliment her view. Cheeks burn. She laughs. Nipples harden in chill. ‘See me shiver?’
The Indiscretion
Tide swells. Waves slap rocks. Muffle voices. Risk boats spotting us.
She nears. Hand brushes thigh. ‘Let me try your rod.’
Fingers unzip waders. Cock springs free. Kneels in shallows. Water licks calves. Mouth engulfs. Hot. Wet. Tongue swirls gland. Sucks deep. Gags soft. Waves crash louder. Hide moans.
Eyes lock. Devilish. Pulls off. ‘Lie back.’
Algae bed. She straddles face-first. Pussy hovers. Musky sea-salt. Lips part. Pink pearl gleams. Dive in. Tongue laps folds. She grinds. Sucks harder. Fingers knead balls.
Rustle behind. Her man. Cock thick. Rubs her ass. Joins lick. Tongues duel on her slit. She bucks. Gasps breton whispers. ‘Lec’h-den-vez…’
Finger probes my ass. Circles rim. Pushes in. Shock. Bliss. Prostate sparks. I groan into her.
His cock nears. Veiny. Salty from her. Taste. Lick tip. She urges. Suck him. Stretch lips. Veins pulse. She fingers deeper. Two now. I melt.
She rides his thrusts. Ass clenches. Pussy drips. Waves roar. Goélands cry. Distant boat horn? Freeze. Gone.
Suck frantic. Balls slap chin. She milks me. Fingers fuck ass. Cum erupts. They catch. Share her man’s load. Kiss sticky. Tangle limbs. Waves subside.
Tide peaks. Wait. Hearts pound. Secret sealed. Wade home at ebb. Rocks gleam. No one knows. Neighborhood sleeps. My myth lives.