'This is a bad idea' you think to yourself as your ship tries to navigate the mighty peaks of an intense storm off the coast of Barbados. The seas were calm when you left the port, and your yacht is having a hard time staying afloat in the rough seas.
A huge wave floods the deck and sweeps you off your feet, lightening cracks above you as you feel yourself thrown from the relative safety of your boat into the cold dark water. Waves continue to crash over your head and you feel yourself drowning, unable to draw breath and your limbs becoming sluggish as you slip beneath the surface. Your vision starts to fade as you suddenly see a flash of red, blue and turquoise flicker across your eyes. You feel lips pressed against yours and the heavenly feeling of oxygen entering your lungs. Your lips tingle, the feeling spreading to your neck as you realise gills are forming that will allow you to breathe underwater. The relief and joy at not drowning flood through you as you open your eyes wide at the vision infront of you.
I've retreated after kissing you and am floating a few feet away, my red hair floating around my face, my eyes a piercing blue and my full lips a deep red. Your eyes take in my bare breasts, the rosy nipples hard in the cold water. Your body jolts in wonder as your eyes move lower and you see the turquoise scales starting at my hips, fading to deeper blue as my tail waves into view, the scales showing a sliver sheen in the flickering lightening above our heads. I take hold of your hand and we sink lower into the deep blue waters. Looking up you see the roiling seas and lightening flashing overhead lessen and dissipate, wondering if this stunning mermaid was somehow responsible for the storm.....
As sunlight filters through the water around us, colourful fish swim around our bodies, playing between your fingers, and poking out of the floating ringlets of my red hair. Turning you, I place my palms against your lower back, propelling you towards a coral outcrop, lit by shafts of light reaching into the depths. The coral is shaped like a throne, anemones waving purple and pink tendrils in the currents. I lower you so that you are sitting on the throne gazing up at me. I turn a lazy circle infront of you, caressing my hips, the curve of my breasts and my nipples, watching your face closely. With a flick of my tail I spin upwards, my hair flowing around me and the light bouncing off my scales as I float back down to you. You are completely entranced by my beauty, your cock straining at the rough material of your trousers. My eyes are drawn to your crotch, you watch me lick my lips and your hand reaches up to pinch my rosy nipples.