The sun was bright in the cloudless sky, the ocean sparkled like a field of diamonds, and the sand felt like warm silk under my feet. It was one of those picture-perfect days at the beach resort where I worked as a lifeguard. I stood tall, my bronze skin glistening as I adjusted the whistle strung around my neck.

I climbed up onto my chair and surveyed the area. I was scanning the beautiful vista for any signs of trouble, but fortunately there were none. There was very little of anything going on that day, and I was glad to have an easy shift.

My focus shifted as soon as my eyes landed on a stunning vacationer clad in a bikini that barely contained her sumptuous curves. The sexy stranger’s sun-kissed skin glowed under the tropical sun, and her blonde hair was tousled by the warm breeze. She was smiling joyfully, her entire being radiating happiness and mischief. It took all my self-control to maintain my professional composure, while my heart raced faster than a wave rushing toward the shore.

Watching intently, I saw her spread her towel on the sand and strut to the water’s edge. Staring at her, I felt a thrill of excitement. The way she confidently headed toward the shore made it impossible for me not to be intrigued. I had to introduce myself.

As the beautiful babe plunged into the turquoise sea, I found my foothold on the edge of my chair. I climbed down to the sand, abandoning my post. The beach was oddly empty that day, and I gambled on it remaining so. Besides, my desire to meet that enchanting woman overshadowed all protocol. I wandered in her direction with my heart pounding. She was gracefully navigating the gentle swells.

“Good form!” I called out, catching her attention. Her head fully emerged from the surf. Treading water, she tossed back her hair and sent droplets flying in all directions. Her eyes sparkled as a playful smile curved her lips.

“Thanks. I’m flattered!” she shouted with a teasing lilt in her voice.

We exchanged flirty banter for a few moments before she beckoned me to join her in the water. She swam around a tall, jagged rock formation. With my heart racing — and my cock hardening — I followed her into the hidden cove.

“What’s your name, lifeguard?” she asked, her eyelids lowering slightly in a way that told me she was as interested in me as I was in her.

“Rob,” I replied, feeling a rush of confidence. “And what about you, my exotic mermaid?”

“Stephanie,” she said, her tone as sweet as honey.

As we kept ourselves afloat, the waves seemed to nudge us closer together. The give and take of our risqué repartee reflected the playful push and pull of the tides.

I leaned her against the rocks, gently pressing my muscular body against her slick curves. I sensed the lust rising within her, a feeling that mirrored my own enflamed desire.

“So what have you been doing on this perfect day?” she asked.

“Oh, you know. Making sure everyone stays safe — and looking for opportunities for a little fun for myself,” I replied.

Stephanie laughed with her gaze locked onto mine. Suddenly, our playfulness fell away. The atmosphere shifted dramatically to something more intense. The sun paled in comparison to the erotic heat radiating from our bodies.

Stephanie’s lips crashed against mine like water smashing against the land. Our kiss was electric, tasting of salt and passion — and igniting a fire deep within me. I instinctively wrapped my arms around her, loving the feeling of her body pressed so tightly against mine.

My aching cock stiffened to full hardness in my board shorts.

Stephanie broke away and suggested, “Let’s get out of here.”

My pulse was racing, and I could hardly breathe. But I managed to pull myself together and nodded. We swam back toward the shore, and I felt relieved that there were still no other people on the beach.

Fortunately, it was the end of my shift, so I gathered my belongings as Stephanie scooped up hers. I led her to a gated area at the edge of the beach that was out of sight of the public and only accessible to employees.

We spread out her oversized towel and stripped ourselves naked. Her plush tits were a sight to behold, and the pale triangles of her untanned flesh were mesmerizing. I leaned down and traced the edges of her white skin with my tongue, moving from mound to mound. Then I took my time circling her gumdrop-sized nipples one after the other. She hissed hotly when I took one between my teeth and nipped it. The sound of her exclamation sent a surge of arousal to my hard rod.

Stephanie pulled away and lay back on her towel with her blonde hair fanning out around her face. I promptly covered her body with mine. 

“Are you sure you’re off duty?” she teased as her hands trailed down my sides and made me shiver.

“I’m off the clock. But I’m always available for some mouth-to-mouth with a woman as gorgeous as you,” I replied, before diving in and kissing her deeply.

As our tongues tangled, the sun began to dip, painting the horizon in hypnotic hues of orange and pink. Stephanie’s hands roamed freely across my back, her caresses igniting my every nerve ending and sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me. Her nails scratched down my spine, triggering an explosion of goose bumps along my body. No other stranger had ever captivated me so quickly and completely. Her kisses and undulating body thoroughly entranced me and made me long to uncover every one of her secrets.

Our lush surroundings added to the ambience as our lust surged. The faint rustle of the palm trees above and the unceasing sound of the waves provided a sensual soundtrack to our makeout session.

Minutes blurred as time faded away, and the sinking sun cast long shadows across the sand. 

I slid down Stephanie’s body as she spread her legs wide to fully reveal her hairless sex. I couldn’t see much in the fading light, but I did catch a glint of her pussy’s juices, which glossed her intimate flesh. I leaned in to sample her, swiping my tongue along her slippery folds. I loved everything about her — her feminine taste and scent, and her seemingly unquenchable desire.

Stephanie moaned, her fingers mussing my hair as I explored her cunt with my tongue. She rhythmically writhed and humped her hips. I adored that she was that impatient and shameless about her carnal urges. I licked and sucked her clit, which was pleasantly swollen. I teased her pulsing button until she was shivering and begging for more.

I wasted no time giving it to her. I promptly slid a finger inside Stephanie’s snatch, luxuriating in her warmth and wetness as I continued to lavish her with licks and kisses. I added a second finger to her clutching channel, curling my digits upward to hit her G-spot — and hoping that would drive her wild. Apparently, it did. When my fingers nudged her just right, she shouted out her joy to the sky.

“Yes, right there! Oh fuck, right there!” Stephanie gasped, her hips snapping upward as she rode my fingers. Her clenching pussy was spasming around my digits, and I sensed she was speeding toward her climax.

I didn’t let up. My tongue and fingers worked in tandem to push her to the edge of orgasm. Her thighs shook as her whole body seemed to vibrate with unhinged ecstasy. With a loud moan, Stephanie came, her cunt contracting and releasing as she howled like a woman possessed.

I slowed the pace of my tongue, going from buzz saw-quick flicks to long, easy laps. Those languid licks were tender on her overstimulated flesh, and I gentled her back to sanity.

When she’d nearly caught her breath, I gradually slid up her lithe figure. My body still hovered over hers. My cock was rock hard and throbbing with need. I was on the verge of trembling. No doubt sensing my need, Stephanie reached for my rod. Her delicate hand wrapped around my shaft and gave it an affectionate stroke before she guided me inside her sloppy snatch.

“Fuck me, Rob,” she whispered hotly. “Pound me good. I want to feel you fill me up and make me yours.”

I didn’t need any further encouragement. I thrust into her, my erection sinking deep inside her velvety passage. She moaned helplessly and wrapped her legs around my waist. I began to move, my hips pistoning as I fucked her hard.

“Yes, yes!” Stephanie pleaded, her nails digging into my back as I railed her.

Her cries escalated in intensity and volume, her pussy tightening and releasing around my cock. She seemed to be speeding toward another orgasm like a runaway train.

I reached between our undulating bodies to rub my thumb in circles against her clit. I continued to piston my rod in and out of her as I massaged her love button. Her begging words became unintelligible sounds. With a loud shriek, she soon came again, her pussy exploding with orgasmic juices.

Stephanie’s climactic cries were echoing in my ears as my hunger for release became too great to deny. I slammed my cock into her welcoming channel, feeling myself on a collision course with ecstasy. I wanted to last longer, but I couldn’t hold back. I’d reached that blissful point of no return.

With a final thrust, I came inside her. My cock throbbed as I released hot jets of sticky cream and filled her up with my load.

We lay motionless for a long moment, our bodies still connected as we caught our breath. Gradually, we parted. She wore a sheepish smile that probably closely resembled my own. It was almost as if we were each surprised by the power of our attraction to one another — and how we seemed helpless to resist our cravings.

Don’t get me wrong. I didn’t regret our hookup. But I do regret that was the first and last time I ever saw sexy Stephanie.

I’ve been lucky enough to fuck countless women — but none of the others have measured up to my magnificent mermaid. She was definitely the catch of the day!