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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.
