0 comments/ 28578 views/ 14 favorites Clouded Vision By: Brandy Chase I had watched the same scene unfold at least three dozen times in the past two years, probably more. It always started out the same way, with a wispy, out of focus, image floating from the east wall of my bedroom. It looked like nothing more than a cloud of thin gray mist. On the few occasions when the image would settle down in one place, it would come into better focus. When that happened, she would usually be standing near the foot of my bed. You caught that, did you? Yes, I said, she. And a very lovely "she," she was indeed, or at least she would become, as the mist congealed to give the cloud form. Let me take you back to the beginning of this whole affair. As they say, "Beginning at the beginning is usually the best place to begin telling a tale." I inherited my home when my aging father passed away three years ago. My family had attended to the old place for several generations. I guess the average person would not find the idea of living in an old lighthouse to be particularly inviting, but being a writer, I found the solitude of its remote location quite appealing. Its mind-soothing serenity was only enhanced by the hypnotic rhythm of the huge breakers crashing against the base of the great stone cliffs far below. The haunting calls of the various feathered residents claiming the near-vertical rock face as their home added a splash of life to the otherwise-barren cliffs. My grandfather and his father before him had spent their lives tending to the beacon atop the lighthouse. The beacon insured the safe passage of the many sailing vessels rounding the rocky point, by warning them to steer clear of the rock-laden waters near by. There were sharp jagged rocks out there, lurking just beneath the churning surface, some larger than a medieval castle. More than a few ships had gone down on those rocks attempting to take the short path around the point, taking many a sailor with them. About the time my father was preparing to take over the job of attending the lighthouse from his father, a series of automated marker buoys were placed around the point with the latest high-tech equipment and navigational aids modern science had to offer. This event rendered the old lighthouse obsolete and put it out of service. I had dreamed of living in the lighthouse as a child, but without the job to go along with it, my father wouldn't even consider the notion, but he had been able to purchase the old thing for a song and dance. I mean, how many people can say they own a damn lighthouse. I think he only wanted it because of its ties into our family history. When my father passed it on to me, I wasted little time having the old thing renovated and a year later moved into it as my permanent residence. Several months after moving in, the sightings began. They were infrequent at first, but their frequency grew as time went on. I have to admit, the first few times I saw it, the mist scared the holy shit outta me. After a while, I got use to it and pretty much figured it was fairly harmless. But the first time I saw it coming through my bedroom wall, which was on the fourth floor of the lighthouse, it damn near caused me to kill myself trying to get the hell outta there, down three flights of the steep spiraling staircase, and out the friggin' front door. For several months afterwards, I slept on the sofa in the first-floor living room. I couldn't force myself to sleep upstairs. Okay, I know what you're thinking; one of the prerequisites for being a fiction writer is that you must have an overactive imagination. True, but not the scenario in this particular instance. The only thing my imagination was overactive about at that time was trying to figure out how to get the hell away from that damn thing, that cloud, that whatever the hell it was, without having to give up my wonderful little lighthouse home. My imagination did give me a fit for a while though; I kept having visions of that old movie "The Fog." The cloud of mist would gradually seep through the exterior stone wall of my bedroom like many tiny droplets of molasses oozing through several layers of cheesecloth, then join into a single cloud of mist once they were through the cold stone wall. I had never seen the mist in any other part of the lighthouse, so I determined it would be safe if I just moved into a different room for my bedroom. That was when things got interesting. After spending nearly two hours disassembling, moving, and reassembling my bed in a third-story room, I decided to take a little catnap before beginning the evening's writing session. Much to my surprise, I discovered my bed had been moved back to its original room. It looked as though it had never been moved from the spot it was in. Okay, perhaps that should have been the time to push the old panic button and get the hell outta the place. But I wasn't gonna give up my wonderful lighthouse without first having put up a pretty damn good fight. I've never been known for having the best decision making capacity on planet Earth, well, not for making the right decisions, anyway. In my infinite wisdom, I decided I would sleep on that bed, in that room, that very night. If I were a man, I guess you could say I was gonna show that cloud just what a massive set of balls I actually possessed. I figured the cloud would just havta settle for a nice set of boobs instead. I hoisted up my bra straps a notch or two and marched right into the bedroom. I was ready to kick some cloud butt! I mean hell, I wasn't gonna put up with that kinda crap. It was my damn lighthouse. That stinkin' cloud didn't have any rights to the place, and I was just the woman who was gonna convince it of that very fact. "Okay, listen up! You can stop the shit right now, 'cause I ain't goin' a damn place! This is my lighthouse and you're not welcome here! I'm gonna sleep in here tonight and you better leave my ass alone! You got that shit straight?" I roared, before marching out of the room, secure in the knowledge that I had just set that stupid cloud straight on a few points. By bedtime my courage had waned somewhat. I checked my boobs, they both were still just as big as ever, but I was finding it most difficult to actually carry out my promise to myself, and the cloud, to sleep in the room that night. After a nice, relaxing hot bath, I felt a bit more positive about myself and decided to go for it. What the hell, what could a cloud do to you besides cloud up and rain all over you, anyway? The rather large shaker full of Vodka Martinis I drank, while in the tub, might have helped to boost my courage a little too. But I'm not really too sure about that. That's me, instant asshole, just add alcohol. Damn, my boobs even looked bigger after the first drink or two. It took me a while to get to sleep, and once I had accomplished that major feat, I spent most of the night trying too recover from a series of seriously scary nightmares. At 4:15 a.m. I was awakened by a strange feeling, like someone was staring at me. Standing at the foot of my bed was the image of a tall, slender woman, dressed in what I can only describe as a negligee, circa 1800. From what I could see of her, which was quite a lot actually because the negligee was very transparent, she was a very attractive woman, or at least, she had been a very attractive woman at one time. At first, she scared the holy crap outta me. My mind tried desperately to come up with a new game plan. It appeared now that I was going to actually be doing battle with a real, genuine ghost type individual, it was no longer just a mysterious cloud of mist. She stood there for several moments, just looking at me. I could do little more myself. I couldn't make up my feeble little mind whether I should speak to her or make a break for the door. How fast can ghosts run? Discretion being the better part of valor, I opted to bolt. I had made less than four fast strides toward the door before she appeared right between me and the door. I hit full-reverse thrusters, did a quick about-face, and literally dove back into the bed. She quietly returned to her vigilance at the foot of the bed. Walking without moving her feet was a pretty neat trick I thought. Now there's a move Michael Jackson hasn't mastered. Eat your heart out, Michael. She seemed benevolent enough, showing no signs of wanting to harm me. I got brave, stepped slowly from the bed and began easing my way toward the door. I made it halfway before I froze in my tracks. "Please stay," a soft, non-existent voice spoke inside my head. I turned toward my visitor. "Can you give me just a couple good reasons why I shouldn't already be out the front door?" I said, trying not to let my fear show in my voice. Yeah, right, fat chance of that happening. "Please stay," the voice repeated. It wasn't a real voice, just something inside my head. "Not a chance! I'm outta here!" I yelled as I bolted through the door, slamming it tight behind me. I spent the rest of the night sitting on my sofa downstairs. I didn't see her again that night. I also didn't get any more sleep; I was too busy talking to the big photo of my dad on the fireplace mantel. I figured he owed me some kind of reasonable explanation as to why he had ever bought the damn lighthouse in the first place. Naturally, I got no answers from him. He just sat there on the mantel with that silly-ass smirk on his face. It took several weeks before I acquired enough courage to reenter the bedroom, but I finally tightened up my bra straps and gave it a try. Everything looked normal when I eased the door open and pulled my best imitation of a housecat sneaking into the room. Maybe an afternoon nap would be a smart thing to do to regain my confidence in the room. Ghosts don't roam around during the day; they're night people, right? Wrong, I had been asleep only a short while when I felt something moving in the bed, and it wasn't me. I bolted up in the bed, but there was nothing there. After five minutes of heart pounding, breath-robbing anxiety, I was finally able to lie back down, deciding it had all just been in my head. When I woke up the next time, I lay there for a few moments with my eyes closed. I was afraid to look; it felt like someone with a feather-light touch was stroking my forearm. It wasn't hurting me; it just felt like someone was sliding her fingertips up and down my arm. I said, "her," because I could detect a hint of a light sweet fragrance in the air. I remained completely still for a long while, not letting on that I was awake. The soft stroking continued. It was actually starting to feel nice and relaxing, almost like the caring touch of a lover. I opened my eyes just in time to see the misty cloud vanish. Maybe she is as afraid of me as I am of her, I thought to myself. She certainly didn't seem to be harmful in any way. But I had noticed one disturbing thing about her; I sensed a great loneliness in her while she was touching my arm. Don't ask, I don't know, I just felt it, okay? I also learned that ghosts are not necessarily just night people, or beings, or whatever you wanna call them. It had been broad daylight when all this happened. I guess, like writers, ghosts don't keep regular hours either. There was one good thing that came out of that little afternoon nap, I now pretty much figured out that the ghost had no intention of harming me and I could go back to sleeping in my bedroom, in my own bed. If she was lonely and just wanted to touch my arm while I slept, that would be fine with me. I think she just wanted some company. I know, I know; I'm a total idiot, right? Save it for later, it gets better. I was hard at work later that evening laboring over my latest novel. For having been pounding away at the keyboard for hours I sure hadn't made much progress. My mind kept roaming back to my visitor, the cloudy mist that magically transforms into a beautiful woman. I no longer considered her a threat, but not knowing who she was or where she came from was playing havoc with my imagination, making concentration difficult, if not impossible. My work had actually been suffering over the last few weeks because of my inability to keep my mind off of her and on my work. I hate it when I am trying to work and my brain refuses to cooperate; it makes for a long frustrating night. I finally decided to go to bed. A good eight hours rest might get the old think factory back in decent order. I sure as hell wasn't getting much accomplished by sitting and staring blankly at my computer screen. Besides, there just might be a fantastic story concealed within my mysterious newfound misty friend. "Yeah, sure, like I'd have the gonads to intelligently interview a ghost. Not!" I said to the cute little teddy bears rolling by on my screensaver. Seems like I've been staring at those teddy bears a lot lately. My teddy bears and I have this love-hate relationship. I love to look at them, but I hate to see them, because when they're rolling by it means I'm not typing, which equates to I'm not getting any work done, which in turn translates into "I ain't making nooo money, honey." It took me quite a while to fall off to sleep; I was too busy watching the east wall in case my visitor might return. I eventually managed to drift off, only to float right into one of the most erotic dreams I had ever had. In the dream, I was lying naked on a blanket atop one of the massive boulders jutting up out of the rolling ocean, several hundred yards from the safety of shore. How I got there, I haven't a clue. I could feel the warm evening sun slowly toasting my skin to a golden brown. Occasionally, a cooling spray of fine mist would rain down on me after a big wave smashed full-force against the huge rock, sending the water showering skyward. The setting sun had disappeared behind the great cliffs when a mermaid, riding the crest of a large wave, surfed right up on my rock. After the water had lifted her onto the rock, it cascaded back into the swirling water below, she slid up next to me, using her arms to slide along on her butt, or whatever you would call it on a mermaid. She said nothing; just sat there with a big beautiful smile on her exquisite face. I didn't have too much to say either; I was in absolute awe of her beauty. I guess the fact there was a fish-lady sitting next to me, might have caused my brain to lockup just a bit too. I know you've seen paintings of the mythical mermaids, and they are always magnificently gorgeous creatures with long flowing hair, large seashell-covered breasts, sweet innocent faces, and sleek curvy fish-like bodies. Well, let me tell you something; there's not an artist out there doing justice to those marvelous creatures. She was, without a doubt or fear of contradiction, the most lovely, sexy, erotic being I have ever seen. Sorry ladies, but I just don't believe a more alluring creature exists, not on this planet anyway. She had a face that would cause any of the classic Greek goddesses to suffer from an extreme case of jealousy. Her eyes were large almond-shaped, deep dark-blue pools of emotion. They were of the same splendid blue as the waters she had risen from. Her smooth flawless skin was a pale shade of pink any breeder of rare roses would delight in finding among his prized blooms. The slight blush covering her high cheekbones was but a few shades of darker pink. A fine spray of water filled the air when she jerked her head upward, tossing the long spiraling locks of hair back over her shoulders, revealing a pair of the nearest things to perfection one could possibly imagine. Her dark-peach tipped breasts were pure poetry in form. It's a good thing I'm a gentlewoman or I would've been on those puppies like a Hoover Carpet Master. They simply begged my attention. They had it, all right, but not the kind I wanted to give them. I wished she hadn't done that just then though, I had almost regained the power of speech and was about to try making a little small talk with the lovely creature. That all went to hell the moment I caught sight of those beautiful breasts. My voice seized up in my lungs, along with most of the oxygen in the immediate vicinity and a considerable amount of seawater spray that had filled the air when she had tossed her hair back. Something I couldn't understand; I don't know about you, but when I get out of the shower, my hair looks like holy crap until it's dried. But not this chick's, her hair looked like she had just been to the hairdresser. Wet or not, it didn't matter, her long deep-red tresses were gorgeous. That really pisses me off, why couldn't I have hair like that? She comes right outta the damn ocean with her hair looking like a movie star's. Mine gets a little damp and I look like Phyllis Diller on a bad-hair day. Have you ever experienced one of those days when you wanted to appear cool, calm, and collected, but everything you did just confirmed the fact that you were a complete idiot? Well, that was me. I sat there on the big rock and started babbling like a fool the moment I was able to get words to come out of my mouth. "Who, ah, what the hell, ah, hello," I stuttered. She leaned forward giving me a light kiss on the mouth. Well hell, that just locked my brain up again. I didn't know what to do. But I figured if a little kiss was their form of greeting, I couldn't very well buck the system, I was on her turf, or rock, whatever. I returned the kiss. Talk about some soft lips; that lady really had 'em. When I pulled back from the second kiss, she followed me, placing her mouth back on mine. The kiss that followed was packed with such passion and desire; it actually took my breath away. I don't know, maybe she didn't need to breathe or something; after all, she was part fish. Her delicious tongue twirled around in my mouth like an eel on a hook. I finally had to push her away so I could get some oxygen. "Damn, lady, you don't waste any time do you?" I asked. A big bright smile spread across her face creating a pair of dimples so cute I just wanted to stick my finger in one of them. So I did. Her smile only got bigger and brighter. Her skin was very soft to the touch, like the feel of fine hand-woven silk. Becoming a bit impatient, I reached for one of her magnificent breasts; I just had to touch one of them. "What the hell?" I yelled, bolting upright in the bed. I sat there a few moments collecting my thoughts. "Wow! What a dream! Why do I always have to wake up just as things start to get interesting?" I lay back down, trying desperately to go back to sleep. I wanted to get back into that dream before my beautiful mermaid slipped away into her watery undersea world. Needless to say, it didn't work, nor did I get back to sleep. At long last, I began to nod off. That's when the mist-lady decided to make her entrance, flowing from the wall like water vapor. This time, she took form sitting on my bed beside me instead of standing at the foot of the bed. "Oh my God! It's you!" I gasped, sitting up right. She just smiled at me. "You're the mermaid!" I exclaimed. She leaned toward me, placing her lips to mine. Her tongue darted between my lips doing the same eel-like dance in my mouth the mermaid's tongue had done in my dream. Her kiss was so light. It was almost like she wasn't really there at all. After she backed away from our feathery, but exciting kiss, I looked down toward her legs; halfway expecting to see fins and scales. But I found a pair of long slender legs covered by the thin white transparent material of the antique negligee instead. I looked back at her face. It was the same beautiful face I had seen on the mermaid and the same gorgeous red hair. I hadn't actually ever gotten a good look at the mist-lady before, because she had never been in clear focus before now. That made it impossible for me to have placed her features on the fish-lady in my dream. Clouded Vision With construction being slow my boss widened our travel area. Normally this just meant a long drive home at the end of the day, which made Friday's a nightmare. This time the job called for us to stay locally as its hours away. Our first day is spent making the drive, checking in and setting up for the following day. The job we're working on is a small bar, nothing out of the ordinary just a building that's seen better days. The salt from the nearby pacific has taken its toll on the old girl. We start the next day off early, hurrying to set the scaffolding before the bar opens for business. I meant the bar owner slash bar tender that morning, I normal guy by all accounts. Being the foremen I spent most of my time asking for others to take care when entering and directing the guys from the ground. My mind on my job everything seemed normal at the time, something that soon would become much clearer. The owner would come out here and there and always with a kind word, looks great or thanks for everything. I chalked it up to a nice guy and or curious at what we're doing. On one of his trips out he seen we were cleaning up for the day, he invite me to stop by later for a drink on the house and to extend the offer to the boys also. Later at the motel I weighed the idea of telling the crew about the offer extended but as I didn't want to deal with a bunch of hungover crybabies the next day I kept mum. Later that night when I couldn't find sleep in an unfamiliar bed I decided to take him up on the offer myself. I'm not much of a drinker but maybe a beer or a single drink is just what I need to unwind and find slumber. The bar was dark and a little musty and I found a seat in a corner booth, within a minute a tall barmaid came over to take my order. I told her I'm sorry, I'm working on the outside and the owner asked me to stop by for a drink. She turned and yelled across the packed floor catching the owners attention. He yells back, yes whatever he wants and just give him a moment. I told her how about a beer? where she answered back "baby pick something a little stronger". Okay then make it a Black Russian. "Now you're talking, she answers back." A minute later it's not the barmaid but the owner who approaches with my drink in hand. He sets it on the table and take a seat. We strike up a conversation which seems one sided but he's a good listener so I continue to opine. Finally with just about my whole life spilt, wife kids etc. etc.. I ask him more about himself, starting with the bar. As I do I finally take my first real look around, what's the odds every customer would be guys? All guys, San Francisco, guess who found a clue? Although I have had no experience I've never been one to judge, but something must of shown on my face as the "Ben" the owner is now laughing. He beckons over the barmaid who brings another round, saying I might need it. As she turns and walks away I turn and ask "her?" Yep he confirms, the only thing bigger than her tits is her cock! He then asks if I've ever been in a place like this? I answered back no, and I didn't mention anything about my cock that is now as hard as a rock. He moved in closer placing his hand on my knee, I looked around to see if anyone was watching. His body leans in as his hand works upward, then he asked me for my thoughts. At the same time his hand reaches my cock fighting to be freed, never mind he whispered as now I know. He turned his back to the others as he continued to inquire, have you ever? Do you want to? I told him I've been faithful to my vows but admitted the thought has crossed my mind. Then and I still don't know why I confessed that my wife has used a strap-on with me and I really enjoyed that. Then you'd love the real thing he stated as he unzipped my pants releasing my prisoner. It felt so good and bad at the same time and it wasn't long before my hand was returning the favor to him. Just then the barmaid came around asking if I was ready for another round. I told her no thank you wanting to keep as clear of a head as I can. Ben tells her to back down that I'm a newbie. She does not heed saying "I love newbies" before disappearing under the table. Her lips takes the place of Ben's hand and what lips they were. I guess it makes sense as who knows better on what feels good then another guy. With the excitement of it all I start to breath and moan loudly, this causes Ben to reach down stopping the barmaid saying not yet. Ben then tells me to come with him up stairs, the barmaid right behind. Upstairs was his office which had a large leather sofa against the wall. He told me to wait here then I watched as the two of them undressed each other. Watching the barmaid I still wasn't convinced with her standing there in her bra and matching panties. The record was set straight when she pulled out her large cock which must of been tucked under. They move to the couch and get into a 69. I watch them and before I knew it I was also nude and stroking myself as I watched. Ben looked up finding me in my state, he waves me to draw closer. Inch by inch my feet get me there and when in range Ben turns taking me into his mouth. The barmaid joins and now both are sharing me. It's all too much and I blast my seed in their waiting mouths. The barmaid sighs ah so soon? Ben adds I don't think so, he's a bottom. Ben stands and walks behind me, with the touch of a feather to my shoulder I kneel on the floor. I jump at the first touch which was cold lube being slapped at my button. Followed by a slow finger invading me, I moan uncontrollably as he works it in and out. He asks if I'm ready and I can only nod yes, to nervous for words. I've learned how to relax and enjoy the feeling from playing with my wife so there's no pain as he plunges in balls deep inside me. Caught up in the moment I shift over taking the barmaids cock in my mouth. It's like sucking a coke can as I do my best to please her. I finally giving up and start stroking her with both hands, which must of been fine as within I minute my hands were covered with her seed. She take my right hand and brings it to her mouth, licking it clean of cream. Now here long fingernail presses down on my chin, taking the hint I begin to clean my other hand of her. Ben pulls back and on last hard plunge before filling my ass with his cum. We cleaned ourselves up and went down for a nightcap and setting plans for me to stay the weekend. After returning home I felt so bad I had to come clean to my wife. What I thought was going to a disaster ended up being something great as now we invite friends over on occasion to be shared by both of us. We're looking forward to July and a trip back to Frisco is planned, this time with the both of us. Clouded Vision "What the hell's going on here?" I asked. She gently pushed at me like she was trying to push me back on the bed, but her touch was weak, nearly non-existent. I helped her out by lying back for her. Lying down beside me, she placed her lips back to mine. She snaked one arm under my neck and tried to place my hand over one of her beautiful breasts with the other, but couldn't move my hand. Naturally I quickly volunteered to assist her. I could vaguely feel her, she was there, but it was like a dream state, like she might dissolve and disappear at any moment. I had always figured if there really were such things as ghosts, you wouldn't be able to feel it if they were to touch you or if you touched them. I could feel every gorgeous inch of her marvelous body against me. The breast in my hand felt so tender and the nipple pressed against my palm. But she felt really weird, as if she was made up of water instead of flesh and bone. Her lips left my lips and kissed all around my mouth before starting to work their way down my chin to my neck. She kissed me like she hadn't kissed another human in God only knows how many years and was going to get all the kissing in she could before I stopped her. No problem there, I damn sure wasn't gonna stop her. Ghost or no ghost, she already had me hotter than Granny's old potbelly stove in the dead of winter, even though her kisses were as light as air. I vaguely felt her leg slide over my hip. Suddenly she was lying on top of me; her lips continued their downward journey. I don't know how she got under the blanket with me; she never moved it. I guess she must have just filtered through it the same way she came through the wall. She sat up on top of me, sitting over my hips. She acted like she was trying to pull my nightshirt up over my head, but it wasn't moving. She kept pulling at it, looking up from the shirt to my face. She tried several times to remove my old frumpy nightshirt. If I had known I was going to be entertaining such lovely company that evening, I would have dressed in something a bit more appropriate, like in the nude. Realizing she couldn't do anything about my nightshirt being in her way, I decided to see if I could be of any assistance to her. "Do you want this out of the way?" I asked, tugging at the ugly nightshirt. That's when I discovered what her real problem was. Apparently, she could have no effect on the "real world." She couldn't even get fully under my blanket; her body was sticking through it, half-in and half-out. I had to pull the blanket down in order to get at the nightshirt she was so desperately trying to get out of her way. Her smile was radiant as she shook her head yes after I pulled the blanket down. I was amazed to watch her body merely slide through the damn blanket as I pulled it. "Can't you pull it off?" I asked. A pout replaced the smile on her gorgeous lips; her head signaled no. "Would you like me to take it off?" I grinned. The smile popped back on her face, and I got a big yes headshake. "Can't you talk?" I asked. That question got me a slow sad no headshake. "You take your negligee off first," I teased. Obviously she didn't take it as a tease, because in the blink of an eye, her negligee simply vanished. Even though the negligee had been transparent, it had still concealed much of her beauty. After it disappeared, I could do nothing for several moments except stare at her gorgeous naked body. Her hips and waist had curves to them that would make a snake dizzy trying to traverse them. But it was her breasts that really caused my eyes to lockup. They weren't all that large, about average for a woman her size, but they were perfect, upright, out-standing citizens of her chest, with large, dark-peach nipples standing erect and proud in their moment of glory. I reached up to touch them; a tiny pinch to each caused considerable excitement in her. Her head tilted upward as she pushed those beauties toward my hands. Not wishing to seem rude to my guest by ignoring her needs, I grabbed both hands full and squeezed gently. Rude my butt. I wasn't worried about being rude; I just wanted to feel those infinitely gorgeous globes in my hands! Therein the problem lay; she really wasn't there, touch-wise. I mean, I could see her, only too vividly. But physically feeling her was another thing entirely. It was more like I was sensing her presence rather than feeling her actual substance. Just looking at her beautiful body was a great pleasure, but to know it was right there, so close, but yet so far away was starting to become a very frustrating matter indeed. I was beginning to think this entire erotic encounter was but another dream perpetrated by some sick bastard to slowly drive me insane. Well, it was damn sure working. The sexual tension that was building so dramatically within me could do nothing but continue building with no hope of release other than by taking matters in hand for myself. Oh, don't get me wrong, my lovely guest was trying with everything she possessed to make me feel good. But her gentle fingers on my nipples felt like nothing more than a warm breath exhaled over them. The mental imagery was there, but my physical senses seemed to be numb. I felt like I was in the middle of a full-fledged erotic dream while wide-awake. The sad part was I could tell the finale, the wet part of the beautiful dream, was never going to come to pass. I could see the marvelous creature sitting over my hips was becoming quite frustrated too. My hands on her breasts appeared to be doing great things for her, but she looked displeased with the fact she was unable to have the same effect on me. She was trying desperately, but unsuccessfully, to return the favor. That's when she floated up off of me and drifted to the bedroom window overlooking the ocean. She stood at the window, pointing toward the rocky shore far below. I slipped from the bed to join her at the window. "What's wrong?" I asked. She looked from me back to the ocean, and then back at me. "Yeah, it's the ocean. What about it?" I asked. "Oh no! Please don't go!" I begged when she started turning into the misty cloud. "No, no, stay!" It was too late; she had vanished through the wall beside the window. I looked out the window to see if I could find the mist on other side of the wall. I saw it drifting toward the shore far below. It came to rest on a large rock jutting out into the water from the base of the high cliff. I watched as the cloud changed form again. It became what looked like a mermaid. I couldn't tell for sure, it was so far away. I threw on my heavy nightshirt and raced down the three flights of stairs and out the door of the lighthouse, hurrying toward the long steep steps running from the land's drop off to the ocean-embattled shore two hundred feet below. My family had built the steps over the many years they had been the keepers of the lighthouse. They were a long series of steep stairways zigzagging down the face of the sheer cliff wall. Racing down them was not a good idea, especially after dark. But then again, chasing after a mermaid might not be considered a bright idea either, by most people's standards. By the time I had reached the bottom of the cliff, I was exhausted. It was everything I could do to put one foot in front of the other. During the entire downward journey, my mermaid had sat on the rock waving to me, beckoning me onward. "No, no, please no!" I cried out, trembling with exhaustion and disappointment as I saw my beautiful mermaid dive from the rock into the pounding surf. "I'm almost there! Come back! Please don't leave!" I collapsed on the narrow strip of beach. I lie on the sand in pure disappointment and absolute fatigue crying my eyes out like I hadn't cried since I was a small child. "Why did you go away?" I sobbed. "Why did you leave me all alone?" At that point I got down to some damn serious crying; I was heartbroken. Several minutes later, I was still lying there, bawling like a kid who had been lost in the woods for hours, when I was startled by a gentle touch on my shoulder. I raised up, delighted to find my wonderful mermaid sitting on the beach beside me. "Why do you cry so? Are you not happy we can be together here?" she asked in a voice so soft it was almost musical. I grabbed for her, pulling her into my arms. She was real! I could actually feel her in my arms! I could feel her soft breasts against me! "You're real, you're real!" I sobbed louder. "I am afraid so," she said. Her voice was so sweet and so damn sexy, I was sure she could make anyone immediately fall in love with her just by speaking to them. The fact she was half fish would not matter one little bit either. "Why did you go away," I asked through my tears. "I thought you were gone." "I had to get you close to the water. It is my home and where my strength comes from. When I'm too far away, I get weak and thin," she explained. "I can't even talk." "Well, stop talking so I can kiss you," I said, pressing my lips to hers. That kiss went on and on. Finally breaking our passionate kiss, she said, "Come, let's go to the water. We can stay together at the water's edge. I must be in the water or I will grow weak again." "How long can you stay out of the water?" I asked. "Not long. It is extremely draining for me. Changing to the water mist cloud to enter your room was a very taxing ordeal, but I had to see you. I had to let you know I was here. I have watched you from the ocean over many nights, wanting to make myself known to you," she explained. "How do you change form?" I asked. "As a vapor cloud, I am still made up mostly of water. To become the person you saw in your room takes much more energy and it is very difficult to remain in that form for very long. The longer I stay that way, the weaker and thinner I become," she replied. "I can't believe I'm actually sitting here talking to a mermaid," I said. "Do you not believe our kiss was real?" she asked. "Oh, I know it's all real, but it's still so hard to believe," I replied. Standing up, I took her up in my arms and carried her to the water. She was surprisingly light. I carried her out from shore until the water was waist deep. There I released her. She slipped under the surface and swam several fast circles around me before surfacing in front of me and jumped back into my arms with a slash. The kiss that followed her swimming exhibition was the most wonderful kiss I had ever experienced. In the annals of wonderful kisses, it had to go down as the hottest kiss ever, especially between a woman and a mermaid. A short time later, we lay in each other's arms at the water's edge, kissing passionately as the waves washed around us. She had no problem pulling my nightshirt off at that point and I had no problem experiencing the realness of her lovely body. The bright moon gleamed off the brilliant blue scales of her lower body as her lacy veil-like tail flukes slowly flipped back and forth in the shallow water with a preoccupied motion. My lips had worked their way from her delicious mouth to the two gorgeous breasts I had waited so long to taste. She shivered a little as my tongue made its maiden voyage around one of her swollen nipples. She moaned sweetly when I sucked the nipple into my mouth. Her beautiful tail flukes got pretty active and I heard a gasp when I gently bit her enraged nipple. She laid back, reclining on the sand, half in and half out of the cool water. I lay atop of her, my naked legs wrapped around her, my toes gently stroking the beautiful scales of her lower body. We spent an hour just laying there like that, enjoying the feel and taste of each other's breasts. She rolled me over on my back and slipped down between my legs. I gasped for breath when I felt her delicious tongue slide between the soft folds of my flesh. I squealed a little when that hot tongue slipped inside of me. The wonderful wiggling her tongue had done in my mouth earlier had been nothing in comparison to the dance it performed inside my excited body. Within minutes, I had both of my hands full of her gorgeous red curls, trying to pull her deeper inside of me. Moments later, my hips rose from the sand, a scream raced from my lungs, a river raged from my soul, and her magnificent tongue slipped deeper inside of me forcing more of my juices to her waiting mouth. The waves of womanly delight rolled inside of me matching the steady rhythm of the waves washing ashore around us. My ecstasy soared to unimaginable heights before she allowed me to come back to Earth. Gradually, my body settled back down on the sand as her delightful tongue slipped back into her beautiful mouth. I lay there for several minutes trying to regain control of my lungs. She lay there with me, tenderly kissing my quivering thighs, my hands still tangled in her long soft curls. She crawled up my body until our lips met again. I could taste my own juices still on her marvelous lips and on her succulent tongue as it slithered around inside my mouth. With our arms wrapped tightly around each other, I rolled my beautiful mermaid over on her back and began kissing my way down her magnificent body. Again her lovely tail flukes became quite active as I tenderly kissed and licked her succulent nipples. Happily working my way further down, she became very still, her flukes barely twitching, as I ran my tongue around and in her cute little bellybutton. I started traveling further down her body but stopped when I met with my first scale. I thought about it for a few moments. I mean, what was I to do from there on down? She had nothing from there on down except fish parts. Lovely, shapely fish parts, but fish parts nonetheless. The only thing I knew to do with fish parts was to cook them. Eating fish wasn't exactly what I had on my little brain at that moment. Well actually, it was but not that way. Suddenly I found myself lying flat on the sand on my belly, surrounded by a dense fog. A peaceful feeling floated over me as I lay there. I felt like I was at peace with the entire world. Except for one thing, my beautiful mermaid was gone. That lasted only a brief moment, ending when she materialized back under me in the form of the mist-lady, with two long sensuous legs and all the other essential components of being a complete woman. This time she was really there, actually in person and whole. I could feel her under me. I spread my soaking-wet nightshirt out on the sand just above the washing waves. She moved up enough so that only her feet were still in the ocean. I lifted her knees and gently parted them. With my lower body laying in the water and my face between her beautiful legs, I spent the next hour or so introducing my gorgeous misty-lady to some of the wonderful pleasures of womanhood she had probably never experienced. I slid my tongue between the soft tender folds of her moist womanhood, slowly massaging the pearl of her delight with the tip of my tongue. Her moans were exquisite, her groans even more so, but when my tongue wiggled its way inside her warm open womanhood for the first time, I knew right then what the "Song of the Sirens" was all about and what it sounded like. Take my word for it, it is absolutely intoxicating. The sound I heard floating from her lovely throat was so enchanting it could have drawn any sailor to the dangerous rocks and sure death as told of in tales of olde. They could not have resisted the luring songs of the Sirens. The marvelous sound drove me wild with desire to please her even more. I eased a finger into the warmth of her insides and gently stroked her and returned the attention of my tongue to her excited clit. When I slipped a second finger into her and worked my hand faster, the beautiful song stopped with a sudden gasp and a flood of her hot juices over my hand. I quickly slipped my fingers from her and replaced them with my delighted tongue again. Her juices flowed even heavier over my tongue and down my throat. Both of her hands grabbed my head, pulling me deeper into her center. Her delicate body trembled with the force of her intense first orgasm as a woman. Beautiful sounding words flowed from her mouth as her juices flowed from her core. The words sounded so poetic, but I haven't a clue what the language was. It didn't sound like anything I had ever heard, but whatever it was, it sounded wonderful. Her body began to relax, the trembling ceased, and the words she was uttering changed back to English. "Please come hold me in your arms," she almost begged. "I need you up here in my arms." I scurried up her slender body to take her in my arms. I had a good idea what was fixing to happen. Sure enough, I no sooner had my arms around her neck and she faded into the mist again, slowly reformed in my arms as my beautiful mermaid. She lay there in my arms seemingly satisfied, but well spent and completely exhausted. She tried to slide down the sand to the water, but I wouldn't let her go. I was afraid to; she was too weak. I helped her to the water's edge, but held her tight in my arms as we sat in the water. I sat there holding her in my arms while she slept, until the sun peeked up out of the Atlantic Ocean far to the East, bringing with it the morning. She began to stir a bit as the warm morning rays fell on her lovely face. Her eyes fluttered open. A huge smile filled her face. "You are still here," she whispered. "I was afraid to let you go. You were too tired and I was afraid you would drown or something," I replied. "So you stayed here all night holding me?" she asked. "Yes, I was afraid I would lose you forever. I was scared you wouldn't come back if I let you go," I replied. "That is a worry you need not have," her smile was warm and caring. "I shall always be here waiting for you." "There's so much I want to know about you," I said. "You have given me the most unforgettable, wonderful night of my life and I don't even know your name." "I have no name," she replied. "Of course you have a name. Everyone has a name," I said. "In my world, there is no need of names. There are few others to talk with," she replied. "I am just me." "Then I will call you Mia, if that's okay," I said. "I like that," she said. "I have so many questions for you," I said. "Tell me something. How did you move my bed back upstairs? I mean, if you're away from the water, you can't move anything, right? So how did you do it?" She looked at me with a puzzled look. "I did not move your bed. I could not," she replied. "Come on, you can tell me," I said. "It took me a couple of hours to get it moved downstairs and you put it back where it was in a few minutes." "I did not move it. It has been where it is now since the day you moved in," she said. "Maybe you dreamed you moved it." "I didn't dream it. I moved it," I stated. "And you put it back up stairs." "I have no way of doing such a thing," she insisted. "Perhaps you have another visitor." "Hold on a second. What would make you think a thing like that?" I asked. "Your questions must wait, for the daylight is very dangerous for me. I must go to my home until the darkness returns and you must rest. You are very tired," she said, brushing my hair out of my face. "Now I must go." "You will come back won't you?" I asked, afraid to let go of my beautiful mermaid. "I will return with the night," she replied. "Promise?" I begged, releasing my arms from around her. "Promise," she replied, giving me a kiss before slipping below the water. I stood there watching the direction she had swam off in for a long time in hopes of another glimpse of my beautiful mermaid. She didn't resurface anywhere I could see. Slowly I waded to shore and began the long trip up the steep stairs back to my lighthouse. Clouded Vision Finally making it to my bed, I dropped across it exhausted, but thrilled by the events of the night. When I awoke later that afternoon, I was surprised and pleased to discover a piece of thin seaweed hanging around my neck. It ran through a small disk about half an inch in diameter. The afternoon sun gleamed brilliantly off the iridescent deep-blue disk. Apparently Mia had slipped the seaweed necklace around my neck when she kissed me goodbye. The disk was one of her gorgeous scales. I prayed the scale was a gift of her love and her promise to return, instead of a token in remembrance of our one wonderful night of bliss together.