The Naiad

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."

"So, do you live here?" As soon as he said it, John wanted to slap himself for asking such a dumb question.

Ariadne giggled. "Didn't I just say that this lake was my domain?"

"Right, my bad. And how long have you lived here?"

"Tsk tsk. You know it's not nice to ask for a woman's age," she frowned with a feigned pout. Then she smiled, "But if you must know, mortal, I've been here for thousands of years. Ever since this lake formed in fact."

"And am I your first visitor?" John asked. He already knew the answer but he wanted to make sure.

"No, you're not the first, but you are the first man that has visited in a long time. Did you know that I haven't slept with a man in centuries? It gets very lonely up here."

"Umm," John stammered. "I'm sorry to hear that."

"Perhaps you can help?" she whispered with more than a hint of desperation. Her sultry voice was dribbling with lust and desire. She was gently caressing the contour of her cleavage with the blade of one of her long fingernails. Her arousal was evident from how the two erect nubs jutting out prominently on her breasts. From what he could tell, she might just as easily have been trying to seduce him as absent-mindedly pleasuring herself.

Ariadne noticed his lewd gaze and smiled invitingly. She cupped her hands underneath her breasts and lifted them towards him. Then in a sultry singsong voice, she cooed "Go ahead and touch them. I know you want to."

John had always had a weakness for big tits and faced with such a stunning pair, it was like metal to a magnet. Questions about her identity and her intentions were pushed to the back of his mind. He rubbed his thumb gently over one of her nipples which immediately stiffened upon his touch. While still kneading one breast, he reached for the other and softly pinched the nipple, eliciting a girlish squeal from her glossy red lips. "Oh fuck!" she murmured, closing her eyes in what was an obvious state of arousal. It was so hot hearing her shallow breathing and her soft moans and watching her bite her plump red lips.

"Suck my breasts, mortal. I want it. No, I demand it."

John didn't think twice. He began kissing her breasts and sucking her hard nipples as if this was his first and only visit to the garden of Eden. With his tongue, he alternated pushing the nipples back into her flesh as if to invert them, then sucking them deeply back into his mouth. Her gasps came faster and faster as he drank in the honeyed nectar exuding from her swollen tits.

"Oh, that feels so good," she moaned. She pulled his head up towards hers and planted an impassioned kiss on John's lips. Her eager tongue parted his lips and explored the moist wetness of his mouth.

"Let me show you how much I appreciate you." With one quick movement, Ariadne ripped open his shirt enthusiastically, popping all the buttons off in the process. She leaned over and began kissing his chest and his abdomen, letting her long hair tickle his very sensitive skin. She teasingly put a finger on his chest and slowly moved it down to my crotch giving out a big smile when she touched his organ with the tip of her finger. Electric feelings slowly made their way through John's body.

Ariadne moved her hand down towards his crotch. "You seem to have a problem down here." She caressed the aching bulge with her soft hands. "Would you like little me to help you with it? I promise to be gentle."

John tried to speak but all that came out was a strangled sounding gurgle. His tongue was still covered with the taste of her delicious milk. His nostrils were inundated with her intoxicating pheromones and he could barely think straight. His lusting eyes couldn't help but soak in every beautiful detail of her perfect body. He knew rationally that he should run away as fast as he could from this sexy naiad, but by now his dick was fully in the driver's seat. To have a sexy girl so eager for him - it was any red-blooded man's wet dream.

Ariadne giggled and placed a finger over his lips. "Oh, you don't need to say anything, my sweet. Save your energy for the fantastic sex we're about to share. All you need to do is relax and receive my gifts, as I receive yours," she purred sexily with a lascivious smile.

She knelt in front of him and began unzipping his shorts freeing his rock hard appendage from its prison. "Mmm, you're so big," she grinned as she grabbed his penis with her dainty fingers. Her tiny hand looked so hot wrapped around his throbbing shaft, the finely tipped nails white against his pink flesh.

"Let's get you nice and hard so that I can stick you in my mouth," she murmured as she leaned forward began kissing the tip of his dick. John shivered. Fuck, this girl was sexy.

Her lips parted to allow John's cock deep inside of her tight little mouth. Each delicate touch of her tongue sent sparks of electricity racing through him. Meanwhile, she wrapped her hands around his ass and used them as leverage as she sank her sexy head deeper onto his dick. Traces of sticky fluid dribbled from her lips as his cock penetrated her throat. No girl had ever done this for John, let alone one as sexy as Ariadne.

She looked up a John with her adoring fuck-me eyes. Big and blue with long lashes, looking so sweet and innocent yet absolutely beguiling underneath finely arched eyebrows. The type of eyes that simply begged to be adored and catered to. They were the instruments of a man's destruction. John didn't know eyes could look so stunningly beautiful. His head fell back and he moaned as his body shivered with rippling sensations. It was heavenly, and he quickly found his cock tense inside her mouth.

"Getting close, are we?" she grinned, her eyes were bright with lust.

John grabbed at the back of her pretty head and pushed her closer to his crotch. John's thighs almost involuntarily began to thrust as he face-fucked the wanton naiad who was so eagerly swallowing his cock. She barely gagged at all but instead moaned as though the act was a bigger turn on for her than for him. Her stunning eyes were fixed on his face; her glance was predatory, sadistic and lustful.

John was losing it. He could feel the pressure building and moaned, "Oh God." He felt so good that he felt like he had died on gone to heaven. Here he was in, on the shore of a picturesque lake, getting a blow job from just about the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and he didn't even know her. That just made it all the hotter.

He began to float and then suddenly, he had an enormous orgasm that made his eyes roll up in his head. Hot cum spurt out in bursts out from the tip of his cock and straight into the saliva soaked depths of her mouth. She licked her lips with satisfaction as she gulped and sucked it all down.

"Mmmm, that hits the spot," Ariadne moaned. She stroked a fingernail from his balls to the tip of his cock. "But I could use some seconds. Do you think you can get hard for me again?"

'As if I couldn't get hard for you,' John thought to himself. Even though he had just ejaculated, he was still horny as hell. She was so beautiful. He could stare at those beautiful blue eyes of hers for an eternity. And her curvy nubile body looked absolutely incredible. All he could think about was how badly he wanted to fuck her. He pushed Ariadne down onto the grass and began kissing her succulent lips. He slowly worked his way down her sensual neck and onto her heaving breasts, making sure to worship every inch of her heavenly skin.

"Oh, that's more like it," she squealed with delight. Her lovely face was lit up with pleasure and her luscious long hair was splayed on the grass like rays of the sun. She spread her arms out and laid back enjoying the gentle kisses John was planting on her sensitive body.

John looked up and smiled when he saw how happy she looked. He was glad to please her so much. He wanted to please her even more. He kissed her cute little belly button and then slowly moved his head down towards her hips. Gently, he pulled apart her shapely thighs and then nestled his nose against her glorious pussy like a bear looking for honey. Her sex smelled like lavender and lilacs and nothing like that of other women John had been with. It was absolutely intoxicating.

John ran his tongue around the edge of her puffed up labia, which was glistening with sweat and pussy juice. As he licked her, he could not help but notice how good she tasted. If every woman tasted like this, men would go down on their girlfriends every day. His tongue penetrated inwards through her precious folds. Her canal was fully lubricated, the inner walls swamped with cream. When he tapped his tongue against her swollen clitoris, Ariadne moaned a blissful sigh of pleasure.

He teased her for a moment, occasionally disengaging his tongue from her nub and then placing it back on again. "Mmmm, don't stop. That feels so good," the naiad groaned with frustration. She even began to rotate her hips a little in an attempt to find his tongue with her clitoris. She grabbed the back of his head and pushed it closer to her sex. John grinned. For the first time, he felt like he had a semblance of control.

"Ah, stop teasing me and fuck me already," she demanded.

John was more than willing to oblige. He was beginning to flip her over onto her stomach when she grabbed his arm and shook her head. She said, "No, I want to look at you while you fuck me."

John nodded with understanding. He stood up and lifted Ariadne off of her feet. Then he grasped the sides of her slender waist and carried her body upwards so that she was straddling his waist with her thighs. Her pussy was squirting love juice all over his stomach. He brought her over to a nearby rock with a flat surface. It was just long enough to lie down on.