This is a continuation of a story I read some years ago. It was one of the first erotic stories I ever encountered, and probably the one story to inspire me to write my own. I wish I could tell you what it was called or even give credit to the original author, but I can't do either of those things as that knowledge escapes me (I don't recall a title or author ever being attached to it). While not particularly well written, the story did intrigue me. It told the tale of a lonely man named Walter, a sex starved 38-yr-old accountant who (while on a hiking rip) stumbles across a beautiful pair of big-breasted lesbians who supposedly live in seclusion and have a severe hatred for men – the infamous Sherwood Sisters. I would like to pay tribute to this writing with one of my own.
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The Mermaid's Kiss
"No, no, no, NO!" he shouted as he reeled in an empty line. "Damn!"
For Walter, fishing was usually child's play. Today, however, he was having difficulty getting a bite.
"I don't understand it!" he said out loud, frustrated. "This is exactly where the old man told me to cast out! It has to be!"
Frustrated, Walter thought back to what the old sea-salt had told him.
"Go out about thirty miles from 'at 'ere dock - - yer going ter see a mighty big pile o' rocks. Careful gettin' in - - them rocks can do a real number on yer vessel! But yep - - that's where tem fish like ter gather. Once caught me over a hunderd 'ere. And that also be where I seen me - - a mermaid!"
Walter shook his head at the thought of the crazy old man. Perhaps that was just it – the old man was crazy. He had, after all, claimed to see a mermaid. Mermaids were a notion not many people could wrap their heads around. Walter cursed the old man in frustration, and then threw his line down before having a seat and burying his face in his hands.
He couldn't believe how stressed out he was. The whole point of his little outdoor activities was to relieve stress; it had been that way ever since he had started out as an accountant. Working his mundane job day in and day out was beginning to take its toll. Add to that the fact that he was pushing forty, losing his hair, and could still count the number of times he'd been laid on one hand and what you were left with was a disgruntled loser.
At least that was the way he thought the rest of the world had pictured him.
He, himself, didn't think that was one hundred percent true. There were times in his life when he thought that loser-ism was all that encompassed his existence, but there were also times when he felt as though he were on top of the world. There were occasions when he thought he was the luckiest man alive, although the rest of the world would never believe why.
Over a year ago Walter had had an experience that should have changed his life - - perhaps it still had. He had been on one of his frequent outdoor activities, a hiking trip, and had stopped at a bar in town just before heading out. While picking up some supplies for his trip he had heard rumors about a pair of man-hating lesbians who lived in the woods nearby, but the tales seemed to change depending on how much alcohol had been consumed. Sometimes the two were described as gargantuan, rugged women who were left in the woods to be raised by wolves and grew up with a hatred for all people. Other times they were described as hillbilly sisters with missing teeth who lured men into their traps in order to feast on their flesh.
Then there was one other story - - the one that said the two were amongst the most beautiful women on Earth, who lived in the woods because they had grown weary of modern day lives - - and men. Whatever the story each one had a common factor – the fact that they despised men.
Walter had gone into the hiking trip with these tall tales in the back of his mind. Much like this fishing trip he was currently on, his hiking trip had begun to turn south. He was just about to turn around and go home when he had heard a commotion in a nearby river. Upon investigation he had seen two of the most beautiful women he would ever see – a busty brunette and a chesty blonde - - the infamous Sherwood Sisters.
He had been ensnared by one of their traps, hanging upside down with his dick out for all to see as he had opted to relieve himself while watching their big beach balls bounce enticingly during their water sports. The two had blindfolded him and dragged him to their cabin where Walter assumed the worst. He exposed the two women as frauds, however, and upon threatening them the two had agreed to compensate him with sex. They spent the entire night fucking. He had fulfilled so many fantasies and blown so many loads that night that he could no longer remember how many. It had been the best night of his life.
Upon waking up well into the next day Walter had realized he was alone. The two had left, and were it not for all the worldly possessions Walter had used to deduce they were not the Sherwoods he would have thought the whole thing a dream. Fortunately, he had no real reason to question the experience. Unfortunately, however, he had not seen the two big-breasted women since.
Seeing as how they had the biggest boobs Walter had ever seen, he had gone back to that cabin frequently. But each and every time he returned he found nothing. No one. Not even a trace that someone had been by. Just before their little sexscapade the two had admitted to not being the Sherwoods, and that they came to this cabin to get away from it all. Walter soon came to the realization that the two had moved on to a different spot - - and that it could be anywhere in the world.
He had traveled everywhere, worldwide, even. He would have done anything for just one more night with those busty babes. That one night could have verified his entire existence. Sadly, he had given up the search. His life was now back to where it had been; he had come full circle. The worst part was that no one ever believed him. No one ever would. If anything, his tale made him more of an outcast and repelled women even further. This was his life now.
This was his life - - without the Sherwoods. Sitting in a boat in the middle of nowhere with hardly any beer and absolutely no one by his side. Not even fish would give him the time of day. He had hit rock bottom.
He took his face out of his hands and looked around. At least the water looked beautiful. Even though the old man had been crazy he had been right about the rocks. There were tons of them jutting above the surface of the water. One of them, in particular, caught his eye. It had an elongated platform – a smooth plateau of support one could probably sit, or even stretch out on top of. In fact - -
Walter pulled off his fishing vest and began climbing out of the boat, knowing full well that it might float away. At this point in his life he no longer saw the need to be cautious. He stepped out of the boat on to one of the smaller rocks. He began making his way across the water, stepping on rock to rock until he came to the big one. He placed his hands on the hot, smooth surface and began climbing up. He pulled himself atop the giant boulder and rested his back against it, stretching his legs out and resting as he took in the view.
Below him he could see the sunlight glistening and sparkling off the surface of the water. The entire ocean was covered in glitter, and for a moment he felt at peace. His peace was interrupted when he heard a huge splash. Water sprayed atop the rock he was sitting on and the entire instance surprised him. He looked around to see what could have caused that splash and didn't see anything.
Shrugging it off, he sat back once again and enjoyed the view. Soon, however, he heard a distinct giggling sound. He looked around once again, and on his right he saw a very pretty brunette smiling at him from below.
"Oh! Whoa!" he said to the girl. "You scared the hell out of me!"
As his heart stopped its racing, Walter grew a little awkward as the girl didn't say anything.
"I'm sorry - - " He said. "My name's Walter - - do you speak English?"
The girl stared up at him with a pair of big, brown eyes. She had prominent cheek bones, and when she smiled her teeth were as white as pearls. Her lips were not exactly full, but they were inviting. Walter was surprised when he heard her finally speak.
"Walter." She said. "My name is Trickle."
"Oh! Thank heavens!" Walter exclaimed. "I was afraid this was going to be awkward. So - - Trickle? That's a really cool name."
"It is the name given to me by my father, King Tristan." The beautiful girl responded.
Walter's eyes grew intrigued.
"Your father is a king?" he asked. "Does that make you some kind of - - of princess, or something?"
"We are all his princesses." Trickle stated.
