My Trick, Your Treat - Part 2

He looked around and found her perched lounging along the edge of the hot tub. She was a vision made from dreams. The latex started at her waist and encased her tightly down to her feet. The tail extended past her feet, making the illusion seem real. He started to walk toward her then, noticing more detail as he approached. Round, full breasts. Nipples and belly button adorned with matching rings. A single conch shell dangled playfully from a string tied around her neck. Her mask was of the minimal type and matched her fish body. He could tell, as he got closer, that the latex was not solid around her, but was open in the front and was held closed by buckles that extended the length of the costume. He wondered if the back looked the same. He noticed her little patch of pubic hair matched the mass of hair on her head. She dangled a finger lightly in the hot tub and watched him approach.

“Trick or Treat?” He felt slightly amused to speak the words.

“Your treat,” she replied.

He smiled then and nodded almost imperceptibly. He sat down beside her and gave her body another long look. His fingers first found their way to a nipple ring. He flicked it lightly back and forth then tugged gently on it, watching her eyes for a reaction. When he grabbed a fistful of her breast and squeezed, he got the reaction he wanted. He held on and when her moan became an open-mouthed gasp, he kissed her.

His hand left her breast and went to the back of her neck, pulling her deep into his kiss. When he released her and slowly pulled back, he saw a different look now… smoky, lustful. He worked his hand between the straps on her costume and in between her legs. She was wet. He moved along her wetness without entering her then removed his hand. He held it to her lips and she licked it clean.

He grabbed her other breast and squeezed it. Again she gasped and again he silenced her with a kiss. This time, he pushed her gently down and onto her back. His lips moved to her ear where he nibbled and gently sucked. She shuddered.

He moved onto her, on his knees straddling her and continued kissing and licking down her neck. She tasted faintly of salt.

He sat up and gazed down at her. “Some people say that eating the flesh of a mermaid will make them immortal.”

“Do they?”

“They do. And others say mermaids grant wishes.”

“And what do you believe?” she asked.

He smiled down at her with a gleam in his eye that was almost evil. In one seamless move, he drew his knee back over her and with his hands on her hips, pushed her, rolling her over. As she splashed into the hot tub, he noticed the back of her costume was indeed open and held together with buckles.

He watched her get her bearings and grab onto something to support herself while he started to unbutton his uniform. He was quickly naked and stepped into the hot tub leaving his hat on. He sat down on the edge and moved his knees apart, motioning her closer. When she was within reaching distance, he took her hand and pulled her closer. She kissed up his inner thigh as she was gently pulled between his knees.

He looked down at her, watching rivulets of water run down her neck and chest.

“I like the wishes version better.”

“And what is it you wish for?”

He replied in a voice that couldn’t have been more true to his character: “Well, blow me down, baby!”

They both laughed at the corniness of it and she pulled herself up to take his cock into her mouth. She took her time, dancing her tongue around the head and flicking it along the ridge teasingly. After a few minutes she saw his hands move to her head and noticed the anchors tattooed on his forearms. She knew what was coming. He grabbed her head and started to pump it up and down his length. He started off slowly but quickly changed the pace. He held her head hard against his pelvis with his head nudging her throat. He kept her there until she started to gag.

He pulled her head back, but not off of his cock. It was just long enough for her to catch her breath and he pumped her up and down again. He made her gag several more times, each time allowing her to catch her breath, but her mouth never left his cock.

He worked her lips quickly along the middle of his shaft and held her firmly in place as he exploded in her mouth. She moaned then and the vibration of the sound moved up his cock. He shuddered.

He released her head then and she looked up at him. He wanted to see her without the mask, but knew it was against the rules. Instead he pulled her in close and hugged her. She wrapped her arms around him too, and he leaned down to kiss her lips.

She giggled.

He smiled at her curiously. “What is it?”

“You taste like spinach.”

They both laughed and as he lifted her out of the hot tub, he said, “Now that’s just bad.”

She agreed, still laughing. He placed her back beside the hot tub.

As if on cue, two cell phones chimed a warning that their time was almost up. He dried himself off and got back into uniform.

When he was dressed, he knelt beside her and with his thumb wiped a droplet of water from her cheek, careful not to disturb the mask.

“Thank you for granting my wish.”

“You’re welcome. It’s your treat, right?”

Then it was her turn to grin devilishly. “You could have gone for the immortality.”

He laughed and kissed her lightly on the lips and as he stood, he took the corncob pipe from his pocket and perched it between his lips.

And in that perfect voice again, said “I yam what I yam and that’s all what I yam.”

She grinned and shook her head as he turned and left.