It was a warm Monday morning, particularly warm because summer was just starting to open its eyes and take its first slow breaths, filling the mountains with fuzzy, gentle breezes. The horizon was painted with an array of pinks, yellows, and oranges as the sun climbed carefully into the sky.
John was walking towards a lake that he had found on Google maps. It was about a five-mile hike away from the village and was nestled in a crater on the top of an old volcano isolated from the eyes of civilization. When he had shown the location to the manager at the hostel, the old man had warned him that the lake was dangerous. He claimed that there was a naiad who lived there that seduced men and then ate their souls. At the time, John could not help but laugh at the story. He did not believe in souls much less in naiads. They were mythical creatures. Fantasy.
The unmarked path went through steep and arduous terrain and the ovenlike air was almost suffocating with its aridity. John ran his tongue over his chapped lips and tasted the dryness that stuck to them. With lethargic steps, he slowly made his way up the mountainside, grunting with effort as he pulled himself up along particularly rough areas. By the time he reached the top, he was clutching his chest and gasping for breath.
He climbed over the rim of the crater and glanced down. The lake was smaller than he had expected, but it was still absolutely beautiful. The water was crystal clear and it glittered underneath the Sun with a flawless blue. It was surrounded by a spattering of trees and colorful flowers, which were perfectly mirrored by the reflections in the lake. The only sound he could hear was the whistling of leaves and the quiet chirping of birds. No tourists to be found here.
With a contented smile, John slowly walked down towards the lake. When he reached the pebbly shore, he took off his shoes and dipped his toes in the shallow end of the pool. The water was chilly yet soothing at the same time. He looked down and noticed that he could see the bottom of the lake. He had never seen water so clear in his entire life. Suddenly, he was seized with a desire to dive into the lake and deluge his body into its liquid arctic embrace.
But before that, he needed to eat. The long hike had taken a lot out of him and his stomach was begging him to fill it with some nutrients. John took out a granola bar from his backpack and began eating it. He was just about finished when he heard the sound of someone humming. It was lithe, melodic, and strangely seductive.
When he saw where it was coming from, John almost spat out his food.
It was a naked woman. Somehow, he had not noticed her when he had first arrived. She was about fifty meters away and she was half submerged underneath the surface of the lake. Even from this distance, John could tell that she was gorgeous. Her nude body seemed to glisten under the Sun as the light reflected off the tiny water droplets on her honeydew skin. Her breasts were full and heavy, and they jutted out like torpedoes from her slim chest. Her face was obscured by her long dark hair, but John just knew that it had to be beautiful as well.
Quickly, John hid behind a tree so that she could not see him. He thought back to the hostel manager's story. Was this woman really a naiad? A water spirit? It seemed too fantastical to be true. Perhaps, she was just a tourist like him. Or perhaps, she was a local. John calmed himself and peeked out from the tree trunk and towards the woman again.
She certainly looked human. A very beautiful human to be sure, but a human being nonetheless. She was craning her swan-like neck to the side and brushing her lush dampened hair with her delicate hands. As her arm went up and down across her torso, her luscious breasts were smooshed alluringly against her chest forming a deep valley of cleavage that only emphasized her obvious sensuality. When she turned her hips, John saw the sumptuous curve of her ass peeking just barely out of the surface of the water. It was firm, round, and begged to be touched.
John could only gawk with lust as his cock rapidly expanded in his shorts. He had never seen a woman this gorgeous in his life. She looked like the type of hot babe that only appeared inside of his wet dreams but somehow even hotter. He wondered what it would be like to have sex with her. Probably mind-blowing. John shivered as he felt a chill of carnal excitement run down his spine. It had been months since he had last had sex with a woman.
She was now facing him, her globulous breasts protruding alluringly towards him. As she breathed in and out, her breasts bounced tempestuously on her chest like living entities. Each globe was tipped with a brownish-pink areola that was the perfect size for each breast. One of her petite hands rose to cup one of them. She squeezed her fingers gently against the nubile flesh, pinching at her nipple and rubbing all over her swollen tit. Her head recoiled back and she opened her lips to release a delighted moan.
John watched as her other hand moved down beneath the surface of the water and towards her crotch. Her eyelids dropped as she slipped one slender feminine finger after another into the moist tightness of her pussy.
"Mmmmh, mmmmh, ooooh!" she gasped, as she worked her fingers into her pussy faster and faster. John could not see clearly due to the action being submerged underneath the surface of the lake, but the sight of such a gorgeous babe masturbating was making John hot and bothered. He reached into his shorts with one of his hands began stroking his swollen shaft, timing each stroke with the rhythm of her sexy moans.
After about ten minutes, the woman came, biting her lower lip as she suddenly started spasming in an intense orgasm. With hot moaning gasps, she fell backward into the water with a contented smile on her face. She closed her eyes and arched her back, enjoying the pleasant feeling of the chilly lake water washing over her voluptuous form and ravishing curves. She was so damn sexy that John was sure even the water thrilled at the chance of caressing her body.
Suddenly, she turned her head towards the tree John had been hiding behind and then looked directly at him. Somehow, she had noticed his presence. Her eyes were a dazzling shade of blue. She smiled knowingly and gestured for him to come over with a dainty little finger.
John gulped. His face was a hot tomato. He quickly pulled his hand out from his shorts. Then, hesitantly, he stepped out from behind the tree and began approaching the lady in the lake with timid yet aroused steps. Eventually, it became too hard to walk as his painfully hard erection made it really awkward to walk without hurting his cock. At first, the woman just stared at him with an amused smile on her face. Then, she tossed her long silken hair behind her shoulders and began sauntering over to where John stood.
As she emerged from the water, John saw just how perfect her body really was. She had a classic hourglass figure, large perky breasts with a flat stomach and thin waist that flared out to wide child-bearing hips. Her pussy was shaved smooth blending perfectly in between her shapely thighs, and even though her feet were together her thighs didn't touch. The fact that she was all wet just made it all the more sensual. It was the type of perfection that only a rare combination of perfect genes mixed with a perfect diet and perfect exercise regime could create.
And then there was her face, soft and sweet with a flawless complexion, rosy cheeks, and high cheekbones. They were complemented by a cute upturned nose and full kissable red lips. But what really caught John's attention were her stunning sapphire eyes, big and almond-shaped with long lashes, and absolutely beguiling. They looked so innocent like a Barbie doll, yet at the same time, there was a distinct mischievous quality to those enchanting blue orbs, a gleam in the irises that said she was up to no good.
She was now right upon him and even though she was at least five inches shorter than John, he felt dwarfed by her. Her naked body was still moist with water droplets and the wetness made her flawless skin seem even more lustrous. John stood speechless as the stunningly beautiful woman ran her bewitching eyes up and down John's body. There seemed to be curiosity and amusement, as well as, at least he thought, a hint of lust.
Finally, the woman spoke. As he watched her luscious red, ripe lips part, he couldn't help but imagine his hard cock shoved in between them. Her voice was lovely, both sultry and firm at the same time. Unfortunately, the words were in language John did not understand. To John, it sounded like Greek but not quite.
"I'm afraid that I don't understand," John said slowly, then asked, "Do you speak English?"
The woman stared blankly at John as if
he
were the stupid one. Then she raised a hand to caress his face, grazing across his cheek with white-tipped nails. Her smooth skin was soft, delicate, and baby-like in texture. Was this what it was like to be touched by an angel? As she touched his temple, there was a slight shock like the feeling of static electricity.
"Ah," the woman mused with a faint smile, "so this is English." Somehow, she was speaking perfect English now almost as if by magic. Then, in a singsong voice like angels must have, she asked, "Did you like what you saw?"
John's face flushed red. "I'm sorry."
"You don't need to apologize, my sweet. I'm glad you find me attractive. It pleases me knowing that you were touching yourself because of me."
"You knew?" John chortled. He had never felt so emasculated in his life.
"Of course I knew. This lake is my domain."
John gaped at the woman with surprise. Maybe there was some truth to the old man's story. A water spirit. Was she going to eat his soul? Taking a deep breath, John asked hesitantly, "Are you- are you a naiad?"
"That is what the Greeks called me," the naiad nodded. "But you may call me Ariadne."
"Um, I'm John," he responded. "I'm pleased to meet you."
"Pleased to meet you too, John."
