Safe Harbor (Closed)

[Obuzeti]

Kenna Commaigh, thigh-deep in a Seychelle tide pool attempting to not get pinched by crabs, reviews his life choices in a moment of introspection, and while not entirely pleased by his current status of pulling away pinchers, couldn't say he regretted any of it.

A long-limbed and slender man, with the faintest touch of ginger to his shock of blonde hair, he'd been a childhood friend of a political family's scion, who'd risen ascendant and taken a senatorial seat. Having invested his own time into a political science degree, he'd ridden right along, and moderated his friend (Senator Norman Wallsley, for the uninformed) away from his hardcore rightwing tendencies into something more moderate. The landslide election that had followed had pleased Norman enough to send his friend on a week's vacation to the tropical Seychelles Islands, with the true-enough reasoning that he needed more sun.

The water was excellent for another reason: a lifelong swimmer, Kenna took to the ocean as often as possible, unavoidably in love with the waves and the weightlessness of the water. Cut and slimmed by pressure, slender and althetic, Norman had point-blank told him to get laid at some point. His appearance wasn't the problem - just his gruffness.

It's not that Kenna disliked other people. More that they just tried his patience, eventually, and he didn't have a lot of it. That was out, then. At least he had a private little condo on this beach that he didn't have to share with anyone, and this out of season, during the late autumn that left the temperature a cool but comfortable eighties, there was no one else on this side of the isle at all.

Seated on the rim of this tide pool at high tide, feeling each wave brush by his thighs and watching the hermit crabs scramble for their next shell, he felt he couldn't complain.

 

[KimaniNight]

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Not too far from shore, a blonde head, presumably belong to a European or American tourist, emerged above the waves. Looking around, the head either failed to spot the redheaded man on the beach nearby, or dismissed him. Either way, more of the blonde began appearing, presumably crawling up onto a sandbar not too far from where the redheaded man was standing.

And as more of the blonde could be observed, it was important to note that she was definitely worth being observed. Her limbs were tone, her stomach flat, and her back displayed the lean muscles of a swimmer.

But it was her breasts that called the most attention to her. They stood firm and high on her chest, her nipples hard and pointing straight forward. The woman herself paid them no attention, tilting her head back,closing her eyes and enjoying the sun. Then she turned her head and spotted the redheaded man. Or deigned to note his presence.

She looked down at her bare breasts for a moment, then turned to the redheaded man and winked.

Then, without warning, she leaped into the air. At which point she revealed that her bottom half was a green fish of some kind, with bright scales that sparkled in the sun. There was a loud splash as she dove into the water, then she simply disappeared.

 

[Obuzeti]

Kenna glances up, at first vaguely irritated at the sight of the woman, that washing into concern - because anyone washing up on the beach was probably in dire need of medical attention. Then she continued rising, and the sight of those bared breasts, plump and heavy, nearly took his feet out from under him. He wasn't immune to the charm of the feminine, just - inured.

She winks devilishly, and by the time he'd started to throw together enough wit to respond she'd dived again and shown him a world of possibilities he'd never considered before. That fish tail starts his heart to pumping like even her bared body hadn't - he isn't afraid to admit that the first time he'd ever masturbated it'd been to a picture of a mermaid, all the way back in high school, and the sight already had him stiffening.

He takes a deep breath to steady himself, and notes two things: she clearly had chosen to show herself, and stands up, wading to the edge of the sandbar and seating himself in the water there. With the tide crawling up along his bared, sculpted thighs to play with his swimming shorts - the only thing he was wearing - he lays back down in the sand, staring up at the baby blue sky, and closes his eyes to soak in the sun.

She won't be able to hear him from undewater, so he'd have to hope she was curious enough to come back up and investigate such an obvious target.

 

[KimaniNight]

Her head barely breaking the water, she quickly spotted the redhead in the distance. A smirk on her face, she dove under the surface and quickly covered the distance to the sandbar. Leaping out of the water, she flipped her tail to cause a miniature wave to drench the redhead before disappearing below the ocean's surface again.

 

[Obuzeti]

Whatever serenity he was in the process of achieving was spoiled by the wave of water that abruptly soaked his head. Sputtering, Kenna flails at the salty air with a hand and slides backward a pace up onto the shore, rubbing at his achy nose - saltwater up the sinuses was always a terrible experience.

Glancing suspiciously at the water now, he wades out into the water and ducks into a shallow dive, stroking out across the coastline. He can recognize an invitation to play. He's not that old, dammit.

At least in the water he's more comfortable, the lines of faint tension fading from his slim shoulders and the gentle curves of his abdomen, the hills and ridges of muscle there shifting smoothly to glide him through the water, if not as gracefully as what he thinks he's following.

 

[KimaniNight]

She watches with amusement as he enters the water, then looks around, searching for the right...

There they are!

She quickly swims over to a nearby pod of dolphins, exchanging greetings and affections. Her friends quickly agree to do her bidding, and race over to the redhead, playfully but gently attempting to turn him around and herd him back to the sandbar

 

[Obuzeti]

Kenna huffs, amused, as the dolphins begin to butt at him. The mermaid is, obviously, fascinating, but dolphins have always been a close favorite of his in terms of sea animals. Successfully pushing away the image of those bare, heaving breasts, he slides underwater and weaves with the dolphins in a twining and playful spiral, his eyes narrowed against the faint sting of the saltwater.

Whatever this is - he'll take it as it stands. His melancholy fades in the strangeness of the moment and he slides a hand down a dolphin's smooth side in thankful caress, allowing them to guide him in a slow loop about the sandbar.

 

[KimaniNight]

She waits until the dolphins have successfully herded him back to the sandbar before she lifts her head above the water again. She makes several clicking and squeaking sounds, and the dolphins respond, heading excitedly toward her. Keeping an eye on the redheaded man, she and the dolphins began performing an acrobatic dance, with the mermaid performing spiral leaps in the middle of the circling pod.

 

[Obuzeti]

Floating merrily just by the shore, Kenna watches the dolphins and mermaid play amidst each other, bemused by her contrary actions. If she were a human woman, he'd assume she wanted a reaction, something outsize that she could snicker at. But she wasn't, and that left him a little out to sea about what to do.

Eventually he shrugs and decides to float about on the water, watching her frolic with the dolphins, a slight smile on his face. The water is warm and comforting, and the sunlight is balmy. It's been a good day.

 

[KimaniNight]

The mermaid watched with a half smile as the redheaded man becomes more relaxed in his surroundings, giving himself over to the calmness of the sea and sky. She says something to her friends, and suddenly mermaid and dolphins disappear.

A minute later, the mermaid crawls up on the sandbar she had originally appeared on. Except this time, some type of mist or fog or trick of the light obscures her for a moment. When whatever it was disappears, the mermaid emerges from the sea, standing on legs that have replaced her tail. She faces away from the redheaded man, displaying the firmness of her legs and ass, then turns around, unabashedly displaying a patch of fine blonde hair between her thighs, which only slightly obscuris the treasure beneath.

She holds that pose for a moment, then dives into the sea. When she reappears, her tail has returned. She looks at the redheaded man and calls out "Tomorrow" in a melodic voice that lures and promises. And then she is gone.