5 comments/ 39518 views/ 6 favorites Pixie By: littlepixie My time had come, as a pixie we do not know the ways that we can reproduce. It is only a select few who learn the ways after being judged as fit from the council that are sent to the human world to undergo training. Today was my turn. A big ceremony took place where the whole village sang and ate and got drunk on nectar, this went on all day and at the night fall I was dressed in the ceremonial robes of a shear night gown and my hair tied back tight in a pony tail to show off my pointy ears to their most. Upon asking why this attire the reply from the eldest was that was the preference of the human male I was going to. He liked ears and liked to see what he got straight away. The eldest pixie told me not to worry as she had been trained by him and he was very good but what at she wouldn't say and she gave me a drink to sedate me. I woke up and found myself in a huge bed with soft satin sheets covering me, dim lighting and a man stroking my ears. Instantly I sat up "where am I?????" "It's ok" he said "you're safe. My name is Robert and I am here to show you how to service others, I will be kind to you but I expect you to learn well and trust me". It was at this time I noticed that under the covers Robert was naked. I didn't know what to do. In our community the men and women are kept separate as not many men are born to us and so they are regarded highly and rarely seen but here was a naked man beside me. Scared I didn't know what to do or where to look, as he continued to stroke my ears I became uncomfortable and remembered that my nighty was shear and he had probably looked at me while I was sleeping. I was nervous and shy and didn't know what to do. "Now, now" Robert said "So tell me what you know. Did anyone tell you anything before you came here about things we are going to do?" Things to do????? I shook my head a little keeping my eyes on my hands holding the covers to me "I'm not sure what you mean" "Well let's start at the beginning then, have you seen a male before?" "No" "Ok well then this is what a male looks like and we aren't all that scary are we. Now Pixie I'm going to tell you what a kiss is, do you know?" "No" "A kiss is when your lips meet my lips. It doesn't sound bad now does it?" his fingers were tracing my nose taking delight in its up-turn and straying across my lips lightly. "here shall we try" and at that he moved his hand lower to cup my chin and drew me closer till our lips met. "Like that Pixie?" A feeling in my lips spread all over, it was strange and exciting but I wasn't sure why or what kind of exciting but it was nice so I nodded. "Ok then Pixie girl, when people kiss they also do that more than once and open there mouths a little when we do that I will put my tongue in your mouth and I want you to touch it with your tongue. Before I had time to answer he kissed me again, very gently and over and over. The feelings this gave me were so nice and I could feel his mouth opening a little and so I did the same with mine suddenly I felt his tongue on my lips making its way in I was startled and pulled back. "Pixie, Pixie don't be afraid. Don't you like kissing, tell me the truth" Robert stroke my ears lightly while asking, it was making me feel a little at ease but still... "Yes it feels nice" "So why did you stop" "I don't know, I didn't think.... I mean I wasn't sure" "It's ok" Robert said "Now we are going to start again and this time don't pull away Pixie I can assure you that it is nice and you will like it" His voice was firm and I felt that I had to do as he said so when he started kissing me again and parted lips I did the same. His tongue went in my mouth and I felt it on mine it was strange and nice and I couldn't help but like it and I found myself kissing him back and a little harder. This time it was Robert that pulled back. "Pixie likes that I think" I realised I was nodding "Now I think you are ready for the next step" Robert pulled back the covers a little to show his chest, at the same time exposing mine. "See now" he said while holding my shaking hand and bringing it towards him to place on him. "This is a man's chest; see how it is different to yours, flatter." He drew my finger towards a pale pink area "this is a nipple; you have them too, yes?" I nodded. "Ok how do you feel" "Not sure" I spoke this was all new to me and I didn't know what was going to happen here was a male exposing himself to me and I was sacred. "I want to touch your nipple can I??" His hand moved over my chest and onto the mound that my nipple sat on. "This is called a breast. You are a very compact little Pixie, I'm sure that you have noticed that other pixies have bigger and smaller breasts than you but you are perfect for my hands" Yet again I nodded biting my lower lip as his hand cupped my newly named body part through my nighty and his thumb ran over the area of my nipple. A shiver moved over me this was nice I thought. "Now I want to see your breasts I think you should pull your nighty down and show me them" hesitating I pulled the straps of it off my arms and Robert reached and pulled it down until I was exposed right down low to what he called my belly button. "Very nice, very nice" his head moved down to my chest and he started to kiss my nipples, I couldn't move back as I was lying on the bed, I tried to turn to the side but he held me down. He started to suck on my nipples and although the kissing was nice this was different. This was making other things happen to me else where. Suddenly he stopped. "I'm sorry pixie, but they just looked so good I had to taste them. Did it feel good?" I nodded. "Would you like to make me feel good like that Pixie?" before I had a chance to answer my head was being pulled towards his smooth chest and my mouth positioned above his nipple. Lowered my mouth was on his nipple and I felt a hand stroking my hair and ear and I kissed the little nub that stuck out. I heard a slight moan and a bit of a push up towards me. My tongue slipped out and ran over the nub. I felt more of a push up and a bit more of a moan. It sounded like he liked what I was doing the same as I liked what he had done to me. The sounds that he was making were producing more of those feeling in another area again and I didn't know what was happening but I knew I wanted a bit more. Robert touched my face and gently pulled me up. "That was very good Pixie girl. Very good you are making me feel very nice, do you feel nice?" "I do" "Do you feel nice else where?" "Yes" "Where?" "Between my legs feels nice but I'm not sure why" I replied shyly feeling myself flush a little in embarrassment. "You have made me feel nice there too, can I look at where you feel nice" with that he pulled the cover down lower and then took my nighty off by pulling it down all the way and past my feet to free it. All the time he kept that area of him covered. With the cover down he ran a hand over my belly area and down to between my legs I couldn't help it but they parted a little as if to let him touch me a bit more lower and under his breath I could hear him saying "mmm my pixie girls I love how they are always bare much better" I wondered what he meant. "I am going to touch you here. I'm going to stroke over you and when the time is right and you feel ready I'm going to do something else but I'll wait till then to tell you" I just nodded as while he was saying all this his finger was stroking over that area of me and I could feel it tingle, I could feel a wetness happening inside me and feeling happening. I closed my eyes and let what Robert was doing to me keep going on. It stopped. I looked at Robert I think my eyes showed the question of why? "Do you want more?" "Yes" slipped from my lips "Ok this will feel a bit different, but first I want you to tell me that you like it when I play with your cunt" "Is that what it's called ...? A cunt" I whispered "Yes now say it" Robert's fingers slid over me as I spoke "I like it when you play with my cunt" "Again louder" "I like it when you play with my cunt" "More" "I like it when...." It was at that point his fingers went inside me. I gasped loudly I had never felt that before and it felt good. He felt good and inside me and I could feel his finger wiggling about and sliding in and out. "Does that feel nice?" "....Yes" I managed to get out "Tell me it feels fucking good" "It feels fucking good" It felt like he was pushing up more fingers inside me and I could feel my wet 'cunt' getting stretched as he more and more frantically plunged them in me. "You like to be finger fucked don't you Pixie. You love it don't you. You love it. You're a horny Pixie aren't you?" I was becoming more and more excited and a strange feeling was building up inside me and spreading all over my body and I didn't know what 'fucked' meant or 'horny' but if this was it I liked it and the more I showed I liked it by moaning the more he spoke and the harder and faster he plunged. It felt like all his fingers were in me and suddenly I exploded. The whole world disappeared and I felt tight and relaxed at the same time and amazing. Robert slowed down and stopped took his fingers out of me and sucked the wetness off and offered me some I shook my head but he insisted and so I tasted this liquid that came from me. It was warm and sweet. When it was all gone I looked at him a bit sheepishly and asked what he meant by words like fuck and horny. Robert laughed a little "I'm sorry Pixie. You looked so good like you were really enjoying it. Fuck and fucking is what my fingers were doing to you when they were going in and out of you that's what the motion was and horny is how you are feeling and how you made me feel when I was doing that to you. Did you like it Pixie???" "Yes it was good you made me feel like I exploded inside" "Good Pixie girl now I want you to make me feel like I have exploded". Robert took my hand and took it below the covers until it touched something long and hard. He wrapped my fingers around this area and pulled my hand up and down the long thing. With his other hand he pulled the covers down and revealed what it was that I was touching. It was a long thick protrusion of flesh with a round head on the top it felt both solidly hard and soft at the same time my hand held round it moving up and down seemed to make it grow even harder. Robert had a hand on my nipple and was telling me to hold it tighter and move a bit faster as I did he moaned "ooooh that good ......more" He twisted my nipples and in response I gasped and held even tighter and speeded up my movement. "Mmmm oh fuck mmm that's fucking good Pixie. Fucking good". His hand let go of my nipple and I had to hold back from asking for more but he was pushing my head down towards his area. "Pixie I want you to suck my cock, suck my cock Pixie girl like a lolly pop like you can't get enough" My mouth opened over his cock and I took as much as I could in until I was almost chocking sucking hard up and down I started to move my tongue over it as well. I licked and sucked and did as much as I could to the sounds of Robert telling me how good it was I followed instructions to nibble around the head and how to wank it into my mouth he asked for me to look at him while I did it. I loved the taste of that cock and how hard it felt in my mouth the wetness in me started to return again. Robert's noises got more muffled "look at me, you look so fucking good right now" then he suddenly pulled out of my mouth. "Pixie your good at that almost too good I don't want to come before I get a chance to show you what else my cock can do and where it fits into." I just looked at him. "But first I'm going to do the equivalent to you of what you did to me". Before I could ask what that was Robert was down between my legs with his face straight in front of my cunt. He stuck his tongue out and licked me. Instantly I tightened and whimpered. His tongue felt wet and soft sliding around me. It was touching places that made me shiver and buck my hips. It probed inside as deep as it would go and out again to the places that made me jerk. "Are you enjoying me eating your cunt Pixie?" "Yes" I grabbed his hair and held on tight that feeling from before was building up again. "Tell me" "I love it when you eat my cunt; it feels so fucking good I love your tongue round me" "Do you want to be finger fucked again Pixie girl?" All I could get out was a low moan which got louder as his fingers slid into me and began furiously to fuck me all I could do was to grab his hair harder. "I want to stick my cock in you Pixie. I think you're ready" As good as I was feeling the thought of that big cock inside me was a bit scary and I tried to back away a bit. Robert moved from between my legs until he was over me. "I promise that you'll like it and that I'll be gentle, do you like being finger fucked?" I nodded still unsure it just didn't seem right that something as big as his cock could fit into my cunt when it felt so tight with his fingers. "Well it's like that but better you'll be fine" With that he reached down, looking I saw that he was holding his cock and was lowering until he had it so it was touching the outside of my cunt. He started to move the head of his cock all over my cunt and its opening. I could feel it sliding and it did feel good. Slowly he went to the opening and pushed a little so just to tip was nudging inside. "Ok?" I looked up at him biting my lip and nodded. He pushed a little further and looked at me quizzing. I still nodded. Robert pulled out a bit and then pushed in a bit more than before. I closed my eyes and resigned to feeling it pushing in bit by bit. Feeling my cunt stretching around it the head pushed its way all in and Robert and I both felt it. At that moment I looked up to him startled and quickly in took some breath digging in my nails a little into his skin. Robert looked down at me and told me I felt fucking good. Slowly he pushed more and more into me until there was no more to push the slowly he pulled almost all the way out and then in again over and over. He leaned down and kissed me hard his tongue forcing into my mouth but I couldn't help it I wanted to kiss him back so much and the feelings from his cock inside me were so intense that I didn't know or care about anything all I could do was feel him inside. "oh fuck you feel so good Pixie so fucking good" Robert couldn't hold back from saying this over and over where as all I could say was "oh fuck" over and over. Robert then got me to sit on top of him. When I was on top he seemed to push so much harder and deeper inside me and touch places inside that instantly brought back that feeling again. So quickly that feeling of exploding was building up and there was nothing I could do all I wanted was for it to happen. Robert it seemed wanted the same he had grabbed my legs and was pulling me back and forward faster and faster and I was moving with it all. Wanting more thinking that only a few hours ago I knew nothing about any of the activities we had done and all I wanted was more and then there it was. I exploded more than I had before, my whole body shook wildly I grabbed on to him hard and couldn't help but scream. Robert exploded too it seemed. Inside got even more wet and I felt him jerk along with me. I collapsed off and Robert held me tight and whispered what a good little pixie girl I was and how well I learned from him. Pixie We are finally on our way. After years of playing best friends and wanting one another but not knowing the other felt the same way we had that great dinner. It was an amazing restaurant and we had a table in the very back. The table was set for eight but apparently our friends are ass hats and we were the only two that showed, well showed on time, but we will get to that. I, being the military member, showed up early. I made sure everything was set for my friends Amy and John's per rehearsal dinner, dinner. We wanted to get the gang together before the families took over the show. Just eight good friends show our support for two of us getting hitched. Well everything was great. The table was in a nice spot off of the main dining room so we could get loud and not bother any of the other patrons. As I sat at the table drinking a scotch Fair showed up. Fair's real name is Elizabeth but she was the free spirit of the group so we started calling her our "Pixie." In a late night of drinking pixie turned into fairy and was then shortened to "Fair" and it stuck. Hey Fair! How's it going? Where is mark? Mark's an ass hole! Well you knew that when you started dating him, for the, what tenth time? He has always been a dick to you. Hell he's a dick to everyone. Right? Yes, Yes I know. But he is always there when I need him. Ok, have a seat and let me buy you your first drink. Hell you can buy me all my drinks tonight Wait a minute, I am not your boyfriend. I'm just a friend and friends buy A drink for there jilted friends, even if they are hot. You think I'm hot? Shut up! You know your hot. Well yes, but I didn't know you knew that. You only date tall skinny blonds and I'm a five foot nothing red head. I know, I know. I don't go looking for them they just seem to keep finding me. I like women that have curves, but I keep falling for bean poles. Hay! I got curves. Yes you do! Very nice curves. I like watching you walk too. You have a great strut. So I told you I like the way you look, what do you think about me? Are you kidding? You are the hot one in our group. You know that. No. I know I play the front man, but that does not mean YOU like the way I look. I always thought you didn't like something about me. You know, physically. Fair just sat there dumfounded. Well hell. We get along great and I flirt a lot with you, why have we never hooked up? Honestly? You never dated any of the girls that hung out with the group. We all talked about it when you and the rest of the guys were off doing your stupid shit together and we all thought you were hiding something. What the hell could I possibly be hiding from the group? John thinks your secretly gay and... oh wait. I getting a call. What! No! you cant call me... I stop talking as Fair holds up a hand and says hello. How the fuck could they think I'm gay? I'm going to kick John's ass next time I see him. As Fair hangs up her phone, she just lets me know our couple of honor will not be showing as the families are arriving early. I really don't care! You know I'm not gay? Right!? Yes, Yes ,yes. Gay men don't burp and scratch as much as you do. Oh, thanks. I say as I role my eyes. Fair leans in, puts her hand on my thigh and whispers, "at least I have never wanted you to be gay. I like thinking about you in a much different way." Damn, your hot! You said that already. Do you want me to stop? No! I want you to do something about it. This line stops me. Her hand is on my thigh and she is very close to me. I have a hand on my scotch and I move it to her thigh. As I find a nice place half way up her thigh her damn phone rings again. The rest of the group are now on their way to Amy and John's to celebrate there. This leaves me and Fair sitting at a table set for eight and a weight staff is going to want to move us. Fair says she does not want to move. She likes being out of eye shot of the rest of the restaurant and I tell the waitress the rest of the group is running late and we want to order now. as the waitress walks away I move to kiss Fair, but when I turn my head to do so she kisses me first. It's a long slow great kiss. She moans as she kisses me and her hand moves up my leg then up to my chest. My hand goes straight to her cheek then to the back of her head, and I run my fingers into her hair. As the kiss breaks, we just look at each other. We are both kind of shocked about how nice that kiss was and as it sinks in we both start to smile. We are face to face and I am going to kiss her again when Mark the A-hole walks up. Ha! What are you doing with my girl? Fair and my hands jump back into our own laps. No, seriously what is going on here? Mark says. What are you doing here? Fair said with more venom than I would have expected. Well this is where the party is. No, it's not here. It is over at Amy and John's place. They just called and that is where we were just going. Fair said as she stood up and started for the door. Oh. And by the way Jeffrey is taking me to the party, not you. Well Jeffrey, you keep her safe and remember who she belongs too. I slowly stand up, tap Mark on the jaw with my fist and slowly set Mark, unconscious, in my chair. Turn and walk Fair to the door. We don't say anything tell we hit the door and as I open it for Fair she whispers. Was that for me or because he called you gay? Shit! I forgot he called me gay. I would have let him hit the floor if I had remembered. The party was a great one, but Fair and I could not figure out how we were supposed to act. No one knew what we had done and we did not have time to figure it out for ourselves either. We need to get out of here and talk. Yah right, talking is what we were going to do. I could not remember ever being this excited about a woman before in my life. I need her and from the looks she kept giving me I think she needs me too. I was able to get her alone for just long enough to tell her that I really wanted to leave. We need to talk. I need to talk to you. I am losing my mine here. Me too. I'm headed for the door. I'm right behind you. We are finally on our way. We are in my truck and headed out. As I drive down the street we can see Mark's vet head the other way and Fair says. What a dick. And I just laugh. My truck is an old 150 and it has a bench seat, so Fair is able to set right up next to me and she is kissing on my ear and almost curled up in my lap as I drive. I drive us out to my place. I live kind of far out of town but I am the only one of my friends that can see the stars and has a fishing hole. As I pull up to my house Fair calls me a redneck. You don't like this place? I say. No. I mean yes e like the place, but you drive this old truck and you live way out in the country. Hell you wear cowboy boots and a cowboy hat. Who the hell does that today? You are a redneck. And you're a pixie! So there. I thought I was a fairy? No, to everyone else you are a fairy but I was the one that started calling you a pixie and I still think of you as one. You are a free spirit that has a wild devious side. To me that's a pixie. I like that. Call me your pixie when we are alone. I can be Fair with the others but I like the idea of being your pixie. As we walk up on the porch she flops down on the large cushioned patio bench and asks for a drink. You wish is my command, my pixie. As I walk back out with two drinks and set them down on the end table Fair jumps me and throws me on the bench. She startles me and rips open my shirt. Fuck you sexy. She says as she runs her hand over my chest. I reach up and rip her blouse open and pull her to me. We kiss. We kiss knowing that nothing is going to stop this kiss, so there is a calm slow anticipation to it. I am holding her head in my hands as I kiss her. She likes the feel of my callused hands and I love the feel of her soft skin against mine. The bench is big enough that I can role her over. We continue to kiss, but now our hands are all over each other. We are tugging clothes off and the kissing is heating up. As I lay back down after taking off my pants we don't continue kissing, we just stare at each other. I think she has wanted this about as long as I have. As I start to kiss her again I work my way to her ear, and as I do she whispers "Fuck me, redneck!" There is no foreplay, no more lead up she is extremely wet and I am able to glide right in to her pussy with my dick at the same time I slide into her mouth with my tongue. She moans into my mouth as I do. All of the muscles in her body go from extremely loos to incredibly tight as I slide myself in. she almost instantly starts wiggle her body under me. She is trying to slide me in and out of her from underneath me. As I pull out and push myself back in I can feel her nails rake against my back and a shutter move through her body. When I do it again she lets out a shallow cry. We are now fucking with me on top and my pixie writhing under me. With each thrust she moans and moves herself to feel more of me. She is clawing at my back trying to feel more of my body on hers and she is using her mouth to suck and bite the whole time. Without warning she lifts her head and arches her back in an breathless orgasm that stiffens her whole body. Each thrust from me feels like it is going to brake her in half until she lets out the biggest moan/scream and collapses into the bench and opens her now tearing eyes. With this is slow my pace but I do not stop fucking her. She kisses me softly and whispers, "I have wanted this for a long time. I have wanted you for a long time. I think I have loved you for a long time." These words send me into a bit of a frenzy but I used it to make long slow strokes using my whole body to rub and fuck her. She is gasping at my force and movement. She falls right back into step with my pace and we continue like this for a few minutes longer until she roles me back over with a devilish smile and tells me it's my turn to cum. She has planted herself on my dick and is rocking back and forth so hard I am expecting her to let out a Ye-Haw. She is fucking me with complete abandon and talking dirty to me the whole time. Fuck me, you redneck ass hole. Cum in my pussy. Shove that dick in me and make me cum again. I love the feel of your dick in me. Cum in my pussy and I will let you fuck any hole you want to next. Claim this pussy for yourself. She can see I'm about to cum and she boodles down on the pace and digs her nails into my chest. As she does I explode inside her. I let out a roar and squeeze her ass and tit as I do. She gives me an evil grin and tells me she never letting my dick out of her again. You're just going to have to live with me sitting on your dick for the rest of your life. That sounds kind of cool. I finally get her into the house and we are walking around nude except for her wearing my cowboy hat. It looks good on her. If fix us two more drinks, grab a bag I have ready for just such an occasion and walk her to the fishing hole. It has a long pier and I walk her on to it. There is a large inflatable raft to the end that can hold our drinks, the bag and us. She takes a sexy pose on it as I push us out onto the pond. We don't take a phone or any cares in the world with us as we head out into the middle. She looks up on this cool crisp night with no moon in the sky and sees more stars than she thought possible. I open the bag and pull out a blanket and we both crawl under it. She is lying in my arms as we start to kiss. We kiss and drink for about an hour talking about how much we have wanted to get together for all these years. We both admit to being close to falling in love from afar and it all becomes too much. Are drinks are empty and I am ready. I lean in a given her a kiss that says I want more. She kisses me back with the same want and guides me into her. We slow fuck for w few minutes until the desire goes for more. She roles me over and slides herself off of my dick. The cold air hits my dick and shocks me as she lowers herself and takes me in her mouth. Going from the clod to her warm mouth. She takes me in and out a few time and I need to make her feel this hot too. I lift her up and place her pussy on my face. I instantly start licking her clit, working the whole aria as I thrust my dick in her mouth. She starts to moan around my dick and that gets me even hotter. I take her pearl into my mouth and run my tongue over it a few times. This makes her almost cum right there, so I slow it down a bit to build her anticipation. She starts to grind her pussy on my mouth and the blowjob is getting intense. I do this tell she feel about read to cum, then I quickly rolled her as I spun to enter her. The act of me sliding myself into her pussy sent her over the top. She sank all her nails into my back and her legs wrapped around me like she was riding a bull. Her whole body was tight and wrapped around me so well as I move my hips back to thrust again I was lifting her entire body off the raft and would then slam her and me back down together. This action had me just as excited as she was and as her orgasm peaked mine orgasm started in earnest. This was a grunting thrusting orgasm for both if us. It was an animalistic, sweaty, hot, groaning orgasm that made both our bodies convulse as we came down together. As our breathing slowed the steam rose from our bodies and quickly evaporated making us cool down fast. I covered us both back up and we just lied there with me still inside her slowly moving in and out, just to keep the moment exciting. As we kissed we could taste each other on our tongues and smell our sex come up from under the covers. We were softly rubbing our bodies that are well coated in our sweat. We kept this up as we kissed and touched each other just enjoying the feeling of being together in such an intimate way. You're still hard? Can you go again right now? Yes and yes. Wow. That's kind of neat. Mark last about 10 minutes and goes right to sleep. I have not had more than one orgasm in a not sense I screwed with your brother. You fucked my brother?!?! Oops. Um... did I never tell you that? Back when he was still in high school I came over to see you, and you were not there and... I have a hug bully laugh and lean down and kiss her. You are a pixie all right. Now I will need to make you forget all about that little shit. Make forget everyone else cowboy. Fuck me, make love to me, screw me, use me, do whatever you want to do to me, just don't ever let me go. We may never leave this pond. We may just stay here tell we die. Die the happiest people on earth. I love you. Fair said I know. Was my response. Hey. We never did have dinner. Pixie Affair When Chris saved injured pixie Freya, he had no idea how much she would change his life. Pixie Affair Chris Bennet has the all American life including a good job, a wonderful home and two cars in his garage. He doesn't have a wife or kids sharing that life. He's fine with that, though, because he has a sexy six inch tall pixie girl living in his attic. It all started when he found her outside one day, lying in the grass, badly injured. She looked like she had been carelessly thrown away by some child. Perhaps she was an incredibly life like doll. She coughed, shook her head and opened her eyes. A stunned silence fell over Chris. She was slim, very pretty with long blond hair and blue eyes. Later he would find out she had a smile to die for. He had picked her up out of the grass and carried her inside. She was so tiny, weighed almost nothing. A petite, feminine, feather in his hand. He got her into the kitchen and looked at her, really looked at her. She was wearing almost nothing at all, just a green dress that could, by any standards, barely be considered brief and bare. She was a mess, hurt and bruised all over. Chris felt sorry for the tiny temptress. He gently removed her torn dress and looked at her. Despite being only six inches tall, she was very voluptuous with perky breasts and a firm ass. Skin like creamy silk and a shaved pussy that looked like it never grew hair (later he would find out it didn't). He felt an erection forming and a red flush bloomed on his cheeks. He quickly pushed such thoughts out of his mind. "This girl needs my help." Freya had been through much worse before. She enjoyed the rough stuff just a bit on occasion. But this had been the first time her high flying friend had left her and told her to go fuck herself. She was more hurt emotionally than physically. "I've found a new bitch, and this one's my size!" Ray had screamed at her as he flew off into the night. Chris felt it was his duty to protect beautiful tiny women in trouble. Chris wasn't really the sort to get girls, either. Not a ladies man. It wasn't that he was ugly or offensive. He just didn't really know how to talk to ladies. He had a hard time saying anything intelligent and usually found himself sounding like a bumbling idiot. Women were just a different species to him, one he wanted to get close to, but never understood. Here, though, was a six inch tall girl that was in trouble. "..and I have to help her." He went to a cabinet and grabbed the cotton balls, peroxide and Neosporin. He came back and saw that she was wide eyed, staring at him, embarrassed and covering her shame. Chris looked off to the side, "I'm sorry, but I had to take off the dress to see how badly you were hurt." He was glad that his voice came across calm and collected. Freya looked at him and snapped, "Yeah sure, perv!" Chris met her eyes and simply replied, "You do need medical attention." Freya looked at him closely, thinking his response was kind and smiled, "Okay, but be gentle." Her voice sparkled as if crystallized chimes rang with each syllable. Chris smiled back at her, placed the peroxide and Neosporin on the table next to her and started to get a few cotton balls out of the container. Freya looked at him, studying him. She saw the glimmer of lust and attraction that all men tended to have towards her. Tiny she may be, but anything less than divine she was not. What she saw in his eyes was something new to her. He exhibited genuine concern and caring. Her high flying friend had not shown such tenderness towards her. All Ray had wanted was a quick jack off and some pixie dust. Bastard snorted more than he used to fly. Now he had a five foot seven girl to screw, so what was the point of Freya? He didn't even need the dust to fly anymore. She was sad, but in a curious way, happy to have been found by such a kind man. Chris covered one of the cotton balls with some peroxide, in a quiet voice he said, "Now this is probably gonna sting a bit, but it should clean out those wounds of yours." Chris was about to apply the soaked ball when he realized her size and quickly wrung out most of the liquid. He gently placed it on her body, the cotton ball covering almost a fourth of her. Gently he stroked it up and down her battered body. It did burn a bit, but Freya was enjoying how gentle he was with her. Having had her ex just throw her at the ground as he flew past made here appreciate this kind man. When Chris was done, he asked her to turn over. She smiled, embarrassed for the first time in years, and laid down on her stomach. She felt the cotton ball go across her skin and sting in places that she had been fiercely spanked just the night before. She really liked the rough stuff sometimes. The smooth caress of the wet cotton ball and the care the man was taking turned her on a bit. When Chris was done, he threw the cotton ball away and looked at the Neosporin bottle. He was curious how to go about applying it then decided she should do it herself. "That stuff should make it heal faster, so you should probably rub it on all the hurt spots." Chris said as he showed her the small tube of medicine. Freya smiled and looked up at the curious fellow with the polite manners, "Who are you?" she asked. He smiled at her and gave a small bow, "I am Chris Bennet a computer programmer and console gamer." He looked at her and noticed himself staring at her breasts. He quickly diverted his eyes and continued on, "Who or what you are. I've seen a good amount of women, but never one with your diminutive stature." "My name is Freya," she said began to rub the Neosporin on her wounds, "I'm a pixie or faerie if you prefer." Now she was rubbing the lotion over her breasts. She saw that he was still averting his gaze from her. She smiled, "You don't have to look away, Chris." He looked back to see her rubbing the lotion all over her stomach and beginning to smooth it down her shapely legs. Chris felt his cock twitch in his jeans and looked back at the wall. Freya giggled a bit while rubbing the soothing ointment all over her firm ass. She wiped the remaining amount over the small of her back, and walked over to her dress. "Do you have anyplace I could sleep? I don't think I'm welcome back at home anymore." Freya slipped the torn dress back on and wrapped her arms around her back. A big grin grew on her face. Chris looked back to see her dressed and said, "You can stay here, if you want." He pointed at the bag of cotton, "I have a guest bedroom you can use." Freya looked up at him and crossed her arms which pressed her breasts up. She gave him her saddest puppy eyes look,"I don't like to sleep in rooms all alone. They may be small to you, but to me they are huge and scary. May I sleep in your room with you?" Chris was surprised at the suggestion but he wanted to be a good host to the tiny pixie girl. "Of couse," he said, "I'll find something for you to sleep in." He found a cigar box that was the proper size and used some material and fleece to make a soft bed and covers for his diminutive guest. Freya watched from the kitchen counter with intent eyes. Chris was really a good guy. He was trying to make her feel good, and wasn't trying to just look at her like some sexpot (although, admittedly, she was). She was quickly forming a fondness for him. When Chris was finished, he brought the golden box over to Freya and asked her, "Will this be acceptable?" Freya inspected her new makeshift bed and replied, "That should do fine. Thank you, Chris." "Would you like to have dinner and watch a movie with me, Freya?" Chris asked hopefully. Freya smiled brightly. She felt she was being courted, Ray had never done that. "I would love to." Chris grinned and headed over to the fridge. He opened it up and quickly looked back, "You aren't vegetarian, are you?" Freya looked up at him and said, "Nope, don't know how I would live without a good piece of meat." It sounded a bit more erotic than she meant, though Chris didn't seem to noticed. Chris began cooking steaks. His was rare and hers was medium well as she preferred. The unlikely duo chatted throughout the preparation and the meal. They talked about themselves, where life had taken them, what their goals were and their personal interests and hobbies were. It was the best conversation either of them had had in years. In Freya's case, many years. After dinner, Chris put the large amount of leftovers from what he had made in the fridge. He washed his hands and took her, inside her little golden cigar box, out to the family room. There they watched a new episode of The Walking Dead. Freya, having never watched the show or that much television for that matter, and was all wrapped up in it. She told Chris that she would like to watch all the seasons with him. At ten thirty, Chris had to go to bed, he would be getting up early in the morning. Freya was happy to get some refreshing sleep, she needed to rest and recuperate. Chris took her upstairs to the master bedroom and lay her box next to his bed, opposite to the night stand where he kept the alarm clock. "I would hate to accidentally smack you when that thing goes off." He said as he pointed to the clock. They both quickly fell asleep after staring at each other for as long as their eyes would allow. Freya had thought to herself that Ray was an asshole. She had saved him as a teenager, taken him somewhere wonderful and immediately he had asked for sexual favors. She really hadn't minded the sex with him. Freya just never realized how much she hated to be used and thrown away like she had meant nothing to him. She wanted somebody that would to talk to her and spend time with her. Not just say, "Hey, Freya, I'm horny, get me off." Freya fell asleep with the thoughts of Chris on her mind. He was a good guy and she would like to repay his kindness. She thought of wrapping herself around his cock to see it harden to full size. She began masturbating in her sleep, imagining his cock all about her, rubbing her clit all the way up and down his thick shaft. Chris had very similar dreams. Wouldn't you know, though, that in his dreams she was still six inches tall. The eroticism of a woman that could play with your cock all over and in so many different ways. He imagined her entire body rubbing along his shaft while sucking on the sensitive bit of flesh right under his cock head. Chris didn't masturbate in his sleep, but he did wake up with one of the largest erections he had ever had. He awoke, before his alarm even went off, and looked over at Freya. Maybe she had gone. Perhaps it had all been some strange waking dream. He saw the cigar box with the sexy pixie sleeping peacefully. She looked like a living doll. He enjoyed gazing at her and thinking that Freya was a tiny blond angel sent to brighten his life. A part of him felt she was probably meant for something else. You would think that a pixie has more exciting things to do than live with a computer programmer. A man who preferred to stay home and watch movies and tv shows all night. He started up and noticed the erection he was sporting. His face turned red and quickly took as much of the blanket as he could. He swiftly moved to his dresser, his blanket trailing him the whole way. He grabbed what he needed for work and headed to the adjoining bathroom. Once inside, he shut the door and turned on the shower. He looked at himself in the mirror, he didn't think he looked like he had gone mad. He wasn't sure what mad looked like, though. There were worse ways to go crazy. And even if the sexy pixie was only in his mind, it was more entertaining than watching another episode of reality TV. He dropped the blanket and began shaving as the shower heated up. He hopped in the shower and began to wash his hair. The thought of Freya, naked on the kitchen table, came to his head. He kept wondering, how would you have sex with somebody that small? You couldn't insert anything into her. She would explode. He thought about her slowly stripping off her little green dress and throwing it over her shoulder. Walking up his leg, sultry, seductive. Him lying on his back, her little feet tickling his legs. He saw her walking up to his erect cock and slowly trailing one of her hands down it's shaft. Feeling it, stroking it, like a woman would feel an entire man's body. Every nerve, every dip, every curve. Before long Chris exploded semen all over the wall of his shower. He hadn't even known he had been jerking it fiercely, but the quakes of the best orgasm he had had in months shivered up his spine and down to his curled toes. Shots of his wad lined the shower wall, more than he thought he could produce. "Oh, man. Imagine if I had done that last night when I was going to sleep. That would have been fucking embarrassing." He said it to no one but himself as a pair of eyes looked in on him through the keyhole. Freya had woken up shortly after hearing the door to the bathroom close. She had yawned, and got up stretching her legs out a bit. Her bed had been more comfortable than the leather makeshift one in Fae Land. The shirt had kept her really cozy and warm all throughout the night. She felt along her legs and felt the wet spot near her crotch. She realized she had been going at it in her sleep. "No wonder that dream felt so good." Freya said to nobody at all. The splashing of the shower reached her ears. Steam began to rise from the corners of the door. There was a keyhole in the knob and it got her curious. No, she thought, that's not very nice. He has been so kind to me. But her darker, more naughty side, got the best of her. Freya, years ago, had lost her wings but could still fly. Her Pixie abilities alone helped. She wasn't as fast as before, but she made less noise. She flew over to the key hole and peered in. She could see directly to the shower, the curtain was pulled back. She saw Chris standing in it washing down his hair. His hands began to move down his body and came to rest upon his growing erection. Freya stared at it. It wasn't as large as Ray's, which for a boy his age (that being a questionable statement considering he had been in Fae Land for over a hundred years) had had a cock about a good nine inches fully erect. Chris had one that was probably close to seven inches. To Freya that was still more than she could reasonably handle. Despite the difference in size, she found herself more turned on by Chris than Ray. Perhaps it was his gentleness with her, perhaps it was that she was horny as hell because she hadn't gotten any with Ray since he had found that storytelling ho-bag. His hand began to jerk himself off. She saw it move across his shaft with purpose and precision, "I guess guys just know how to turn themselves on" she said to herself. His hands began to quicken in pace. Her own hand drifted down to her pussy. Freya felt the wetness that had sprouted and began to dig a finger inside. She played with herself, excited with the image of this new man furiously beating off. She tried to time her hand with his, felt shudders run through her legs and almost lost her flight several times. Finally he came, his huge load splashing against the shower wall. Her own orgasm came, hard, her hand became drenched in her own juices. Freya's legs trembled and once again she almost lost control of her flight. She got a hold of herself enough to keep in the air and heard Chris say something. "Oh, man. Imagine if I had done that last night when I was going to sleep. That would have been fucking embarrassing." Freya suddenly realized he had been jerking off to her. Chris was thinking about her when he had done that. She didn't feel any disgust, she felt almost honored. She felt cherished in a way. Maybe not truly, deeply, forever in love, but really cherished. Freya began to glow. Literally. Her body, already a milky white, began to shimmer like a light bulb. She felt lighter than air and like dancing with joy. She hadn't felt like this since she had first met Ray, and even he had never masturbated thinking of her. She had always done all the work herself. Her smile felt made her even more beautiful as she continued to glow. Freya heard the shower go off. Wet feet hit the linoleum floor and she quickly darted to her bed. She grabbed one of the cotton balls inside, quickly using it to clean herself up. Next to her box was a mystery novel, in hardback. She pushed the cover over, trying to make it look like she had been attempting to read it. Chris came out of the bathroom fully clothed in a T-shirt and slacks, saw Freya struggling with the book and began to laugh a little. Just a small chuckle. She turned around to see him and a page came crashing down on her head. Chris rushed over to her and helped with the page. "You okay?" Chris asked. "Yeah," Freya said, the glow not entirely gone yet, "just got a little bored while you were in there. Thought I would try to read." Chris smiled, "Perhaps later. I have to get to work, are you gonna be here..." He stopped mid-sentence, looking over at her, "Hey, you're all healed." It was true. Every mark and bruise on Freya's pale skin had healed over night. She giggled, "We pixies heal real fast, but I'm sure the Neo-Spurin helped." "Neo-Spo-Rin, and I'm happy. Well I guess you got pixie things to do then." Chris kind of got a little glum when he said this. Freya looked around, a little red creeping into her face, "Nope, not a thing. You mind if I stay here a while. I don't want to go home," she put her arms behind herself and lightly kicked the ground, "I kind of like it here." Chris grinned largely, "Sure, I would really like that. I have to go to work though, I'll be back after five, okay?" Freya winked and gave the okay symbol with her thumb and index finger. Chris smiled, paused a moment, then headed out of the room. Freya fell into her make-shift bed and began to laugh. Weird thing was, she kind of wished he had caught her peeping at him and fingering herself wildly. She wondered how he would have reacted. Freya heard the door downstairs close and a car starting up. Chris was heading out so she decided to get comfortable. She flew into the bathroom, the door now wide open, and drifted over to the sink. She had worked one before, although it had been years. Freya plugged the sink and began pouring warm water inside. She stripped out of her green dress, turned off the faucet, and got into her bath. She looked up to see a hand pump soap dispenser and flew up to get a bunch. Inside her tub, she washed herself thoroughly.. She found herself absentmindedly playing with her clit as she scrubbed her body with the soap. Freya was thinking about Chris and what she wanted to do to him. She hoped she would get a chance to touch him soon. She felt another orgasm build up inside her. It flowed out of her, calming, exciting although almost drowning her. She pulled her head up out of the water and began laughing. "I haven't played with myself this much in years." she said as she glowed and lit up again. After the bath, Freya decided her dress needed a good wash. She scrubbed it in the basin and hung it over a towel rack. Just enough space for a dress made for a doll. She flew around exploring the house while nude. Seeing what she could find, what she could look through. The place was a well organized and clean though it could use a woman's touch. Freya decided to settle in and watch some TV. After watching several channels, she came to a channel that she began to love, really fast. Apparently Chris was a subscriber to something called Casa Erotica. She loved it. In fact, she couldn't get enough of it. She watched it for six hours straight enjoying shows where guys and gals stripped and pole danced, a special about the intricacy of erotic massage, and a couple of hot porn films. Pixie and the Whale It was a family campsite, set around a cove on the Spanish Mediterranean, north of Barcelona. The pitches were under pine trees, essential shade against the hot mid-day sun. There was a beach bar, restaurant, minimart and swimming pool, although why some campers chose the pool above the beach was far beyond me. I would rather have a towel on the sand than a plastic lounger by a man made pool on any sunny day, and sea water will always beat chlorine and the other 'ine' you always get in family pools. Besides, the calm water around rocky outcrops on either side of the small bay was perfect for snorkeling. Nothing as colourful as on a coral reef, but still a good way to pass the time. You can snorkel in a pool, but it does not impress, could be misunderstood, and you just might get punched in the snorkel tube, or worse. Taking the summer holiday as a single guy would not have been my choice, but my ex-girlfriend and I had broken up after a rocky patch. Well, not so much rocky as a grand canyon of a relationship breakdown. The sex had been superb, even during the grand canyon. Volatile women are great to fuck, but not so great to live with. The prospect of a holiday together accelerated the desire to go our separate ways, but left me without anyone to relieve my healthy libido with, and the memory of that superb sex did not help with my frustration. In spite of that, a few weeks of sun and sea seemed like a good way to get over things. Being a teacher, I had a long summer holiday but not a lot of money. I also had a beat up but reliable old car, and a tent big enough for two to stand up in, although it was just myself to occupy the space. Now I had my pitch beneath the pines. Any thoughts that I might find someone to take up with at the camp site soon evaporated. I rapidly realised that I was on the wrong camp site to be so lucky. There were families, and couples, and not much else. The first night at the beach bar, there was not a single women without a guy. Next morning, in the campsite minimart, the women shopping on their own all wore gold rings on that finger. There were plenty of good looking women around, mind you, and they were exposing plenty of themselves. On the beach, most wore bikinis. Of those, most wore only the bikini bottom. Of those, around half wore only bikini strings, the hair trimmed from their pubic mound to all a small triangle to be sufficient, and then string ties around their waist and down between their buttocks. Maximum tan. Maximum frustration for the single guy. If a husband was not in sight, their kids were playing close. Making a move on any of these delicious women made no sense. It was the fourth day of working on my own tan, that I noticed pixie and the whale. I had not seen them arrive, or noticed them around the campsite until then, but taking a look around me I saw them were lying on a large orange patterned sheet maybe twenty feet from my own blue and white vertically striped beach towel. Why pixie and the whale? Well, that is just what came to mind as soon as I saw them there. Pixie looked good. When I say that she looked good, had I rated the women at the camp site she would have come out pretty much top, but then I prefer petite, and pixie was extreme petite, tanned to a stunning nutmeg brown, with jet black hair cut so short she could have passed for a boy, had it not been for the curves of her hips and the fullness of her breasts. Pixie would have looked amazing in a string bikini bottom. She would have looked amazing in anything. She did look amazing in the one piece, black, cling tight swimming costume that she was actually wearing, helped by the high cut thighs and the way it molded itself to her breast, with no inner cups to conceal the outlines of her nipples. The whale, by comparison, was enormous. Pixie did not need a beach umbrella. If she wanted shade, all she had to do was move to the other side of this guy's body. He was maybe a foot and a half taller than his wife, difficult to judge when they were lying down, but even horizontal, the top of his paunch was maybe a foot and a half higher than her concave stomach. Slight exaggeration for effect, but only slight. Heavily built, but with slack muscles and a stomach that strained both belief and his pale blue shorts, the whale was not as tanned as pixie, but still had Mediterranean colouring, olive skin, black unkempt hair and thick black stubble. Pixie was wasted on the guy. Pixie saw me looking. She held my gaze. No smile. No frown. Just a gaze. Then, slowly, she looked away, leaving me to wonder what she saw in him. I still do. From around eleven, until four, the sun is hot enough to make you sweat, and every so often getting in the water is essential. While I liked to snorkel, I also needed to just wade in one in a while, until I was chest deep, and stand, float, or swim as slowly as I could without actually sinking, just getting cool again, ready to laze in the sun until the next time. Time came for a cool down. I got up. I walked to where the water lapped on the sand. There was a sudden drop of two feet just after it was calf deep, and suddenly you were in to your thigh. Then it leveled out, and you had to walk thirty feet before the water reached your chest. I handled the drop, walked on, and stood, looking out to sea at the horizon. I heard her before I knew it was her. The steady rhythmic sounds of arms cleaving sea water, feet kicking. She went past a few feet from me, a perfect front crawl, recognisable by the size of her body, the colour of her limbs, and the black one piece costume. Dead centre of the cove there was a stand where you could hire windsurf boards, sea kayaks, or water skis. To make sure swimmers and motor boats did not get mixed together, a set of red buoys bobbed in the water, tied to create a channel from the hire centre, out a couple of hundred yards, and then across the beach on both sides, parallel with the water's edge. That was where she stopped, at one of the red buoys, two hundred yards out, her pixie black hair visible over the calm water. I just watched. I can enjoy hard exercise, and I can enjoy watching other people exercise, especially if their figure is as good as hers. So I watched as she hung around the buoy for a minute or so, and as she disappeared beneath the surface, for a good thirty seconds, before her dark head reappeared. I turned, starting to wade back to the beach. I glanced back, and she was swimming, the same strong front crawl. Some people like to laze in the water to get cool. Others like to exercise their bodies hard. Pixie was a swimmer. Except that the sound, as she got closer, changed, and when I glanced back again I saw her swimming slowly, an easy breast stroke, head and tanned shoulders breaking surface. It was a slow, casual stroke, designed to allow her to look around as much as to move through the water. She was on course to pass me by again, and was looking directly at me as she approached. I should have noticed straight away, even in that half second glance back at her, but I failed to pick upon the obvious. Something about her was mesmerising. The pixie, street urchin hair, ski slope nose, full lips, bare shoulders just above the water, hands thrusting out in front, then sweeping wide as she glided towards me. The tanned, bare shoulders should have told me. I could still picture them as I turned back, not wanting to stare, and still wading towards the beach. But it was not until she was overtaking me, passing me five feet on my right, and I saw not just her bare shoulders above the water, but her bare back and naked buttocks just below the surface, that I realised what I had failed to until then. There was no black one piece. That was why her shoulder had been bare above the water. Pixie was swimming stark staring naked. As she passed, she looked straight ahead. She had to know that I could see that she was naked. She could have swum anywhere, but she had chosen to come that close. Pixie was streaking. I was being flashed. Pixie was a tantalising, teasing little exhibitionist. She stopped swimming, ten feet in front of me. She stood. Where I was the water was still at mid chest. Where she was, her shoulder blades were clear of the water. When she turned, the water skimmed the dark brown, cherry sized nipples that set off her full, malleable breasts. They were luscious. She had virtually no areoles, just these thick, wet, ever so suckable nipples that were facing me, and that kept my attention from her mischievous pixie grin longer than I should have allowed. My reciprocating smile was intended to convey that I was impressed, amused and flattered that she had decided I was worth exposing herself to, all in one probably far too lame expression. Maybe I should have held her eyes for longer than I did, but inevitably I dropped my gaze, past the jutting nipples, trying to see what I could see through the uneven surface of the water. Her body was slender. A small copse of black was just discernable. I prefer shaved. My ex-girlfriend had even taken up shaving at my request. She was not all bad. I missed her body, fucking her. I still liked what I saw through the water right in front of me. Pixie was as fuckable a woman as I had seen. Why on earth was pixie with the whale? Right then, the assumptions of four days at the camp site held sway. I had come to terms with the reality that, in a world of married women, I would not get anywhere with anyone. It was nice to be granted this display, but with the whale on the beach, there was nothing much that I could do to move things any further. I used one of the few Spanish words I knew, without really stopping as I walked. "Hola." She said "Hola" back, adding something more that I could not follow. I knew hello, please and thank you, beer, and can I have the bill. I was still carrying a Spanish phrase book to help interpret the restaurant menu. There was one other phrase I had, the one of last resort. "Yo no hablo Espanol." I gave a kind of shrug as I said it. She answered, almost giggling. "Yo no hablo Ingles." She still added a lot more in Spanish. All I could do was shrug some more, try to look apologetic, and head on. What exactly was I supposed to do with a naked Spanish pixie on a family beach while her whale of a Spanish husband was not a hundred yards away? I waded to the drop, climbed up, out of the water, and went to my towel. I was lying down, and pixie was swimming out to the same buoy. She ducked under the surface again. A couple of minutes later she swam back, stopping at the drop, climbing it, and walking back to her husband, a sideways glance to me, the one piece costume back in place. Thinking about it, and lying there I had not much else to think about, she had to have taken off the costume at the buoy, somehow tied it there, maybe to the rope that joined the buoys, and left it when she swam back, baring her delicious naked pixie body. It was pretty daring. I glanced left. She was lying on her front. Her wet hair was clinging close to her head. She looked my way again, dark Spanish eyes flashing something at me. Was it a challenge, or just a little pride that she had been as daring as she had. Whichever, it was mischievous. I grinned back, and a smile formed on her lips, before she turned away, resting her head on the crook of her arm. An hour or so later, the beach was empting. Whether it was the heat of the sun, or the Mediterranean preference for a long lazy lunch back at their caravans and tents, I was not sure, but it happened every day. Pixie and the whale had gone. I cooled down again in the sea, remembering those delectable breasts and the cherry nipples. Then I lay out some more, picturing them. People started coming back, amongst them pixie and the whale. This time I saw them coming, walking side by side. She still looked good. More than good. Still in her black one piece. He shuffled, having to lean his body from side to side as he walked. He was still in his blue shorts, but with a bright yellow tee shirt on top. A family of four could have used that tee shirt for their tent. He must have been ten or fifteen years older than her. Yet again I wondered why she was with the guy. He did not look like he had an amazing personality. He was unlikely to be rich, since not that many people with money use camp sites for their holidays. But for whatever reason, they were together. She caught me looking as they reached the orange sheet that they had left stretched out on the beach, marking their spot, weighted by a few rocks. She even pouted, her soft lips puckering. A pixie cock tease. I grinned. A little later, I picked up my snorkel mask, went back in the water, and headed to the rocks on the left. There were some fish there. Nothing dramatic. No stunning colours. Some might have been a foot long, but most were smaller. The larger were black and brown and speckled. Some smaller fish, in little shoals, were silver in the sunlight, the entire shoal darting and turning en masse. Amusing to watch, but nothing startling. I surfaced. I raised the snorkel mask onto my forehead and looked around. No one was close. I was part way round the rocks, and they went on as far as I could see. The camp site people had set up in the only cove on a stretch of rocky shoreline, with jagged cliffs fifty feet above the water and outcrops of rugged rocks. In heavy sea, you would not want to be in that water, but on a calm, summer's day, it was glorious. I rinsed the mask to stop it steaming up and put it back in place. I followed the lazy movements of an eighteen inch, fat, black and brown fish that was going nowhere very much. Then I watched another shoal. Then I saw five feet of naked, tanned perfection swimming right beneath me, and would have laughed at her daring, if the need to keep breathing through my snorkel tube had not prevented it. Pixie looked incredible. She surfaced in front of me, turning. With my face and mask still below the surface, I could not see her head, but her body and legs were in perfect under water focus. She was treading water. The black copse was actually just a narrow triangle, but then it had to be, given the cut of the swimsuit that was now, presumably, tied to a red bouy. She had thickly protruding labia that the trimmed hair left exposed. Better than any mermaid. Then she performed a star. She just stopped treading water, opened her legs wide, and her arms, and slowly descended, her head and face coming into view under the water. For a moment she was suspended there, right in front of me. Then she used her arms, an underwater breast stroke, pulling herself towards me, closing her legs and kicking as she did so, propelling herself right under my body, passing inches from me, so that as she opened her legs to kick again, the thick lips between her legs were right there, the prettiest underwater flower I have ever set my eyes on. She surfaced behind me, at least I guessed she did, since she needed to get her breath, but she reappeared a moment or so later, diving down, then coming up right below me, leading with her hands. What happened next defied belief. She came up straight towards my midriff. Both hands reached for my swimming shorts, taking hold on the waist band on either side, and she pulled them down. I had been floating, my legs hanging loose but straight, so when she flipped under me in the water she was able to drag my shorts all the way down my legs and off before I even realised what she was doing. Still under the surface, she swam past my feet as I turned, not knowing how to react to what had happened, but very aware that I was now naked, and she had not only my shorts, but my dignity as well. I ripped off the snorkel mask. She surfaced, ten feet away. She grinned. She took a couple of breaths, then raised both hands in the air and went back under. In that moment I realised that my shorts were in neither hand. I had a picture of them floating away, half submerged, and have to admit that I began to panic. This time she surfaced on my left, changing fluidly from breast stroke to front crawl. I caught a glimpse of my shorts. She was wearing them. But she was not stopping. She was swimming past me, towards the rocks. I checked that my snorkel mask was tight on my forehead, pushed the tube back, and swam after her. She could swim well. I had seen that already, and chasing her I was catching her only slowly. Her head start meant that she was far enough in front that it would take a couple of minutes to catch her up, except that she had not that far to go before reaching the rocks themselves. She rounded an outcrop, disappeared from sight, and then I reached it and saw her walking the last few steps from the water onto a hidden patch of sand no more than ten feet wide, that backed into an overhang of rock. My shorts were hanging low on her buttocks, and dragged around her knees. She walked a few steps further, turned, sat on the sand, and waited. If this was a dare, I did not hang back. I swam until it was too shallow, and then I stood, already only thigh deep in the water. She had pulled off my shorts, so I was not going to worry about her seeing my cock, and no one else was near. I waded to the sand and walked to where she was sitting, laughing. I stood for a second, conscious that my cock was hardening. She cocked her head back, saying something I did not understand, but the look in her eyes was daring me to get my shorts back. Describing exactly what happened then is difficult, it was all so fast. I was on my knees beside her, trying to get my shorts down her legs and off, while she was on her back, laughing, holding the waist band with both hands, her legs wide so that the shorts could not come off. Then I was forcing open her hands, holding her wrists together with one hand, and I managed with the other hand to get the shorts down to her thighs, baring her buttocks and her pubic mound with the black trimmed triangle and thick fleshy labia, but she still had her legs apart and the shorts were not going any further. Next, I had thrown one leg over her, and was kneeling with my legs on either side of her body, facing her legs, my buttocks on her stomach. I had let go of her wrists, but she could not reach around me to hold the shorts. I still could not get them off her flailing legs. I paused for breath, while she was kicking the air, and her body squirming underneath me. Those labia, right there, between my own legs, were delectable. With her legs thrashing they were being squeezed closed and opened wide, a shade darker than her body on the outside, with a hint of pink on the inside edges, and glistening wet from the sea. At least I assumed the glistening was from the sea. I refocused on the task and grabbed her legs. Holding her knees together, her legs in the air, I easing my shorts off of her, and when they were off, and I had thrown them far enough for her not to reach them, I was just holding her like that, getting back my breath, left arm still holding her at the knees, and my right hand now cupping her buttocks. She stopped resisting. I relaxed my hold. She lowered her legs. My cock was stiff, resting on the short black hair of her pubis, the head just above her thick labia. I used the index finger of my right hand to part her labia, finding it moist between them, and not from the sea. She parted her legs a little, drawing up her knees, her feet flat on the sand. I found the tight opening, and my finger slid inside her, helped by her own slick lubrication. I curled my finger round the soft inner flesh, stroking her there. My body was immediately above her flat stomach, but my weight was on my legs, not on her, and she moved enough to meet my finger as it went deeper into her. Pixie and the Whale It took around two seconds for me to decide that we had already done the foreplay. Another two seconds to get up, turn around, kneel between her legs, push her thighs down, opening them wider, and sink my cock into the tight opening between her labia. Her arms were stretched out wide. My arms were supporting me, one hand on either side of her, just above her shoulders. She was still grinning mischievously. She did something with the muscles of her vagina, squeezing tight around my cock. An invitation, neither Spanish nor English, but internationally understood. Fucking pixie was sheer heaven. I did think about the whale, once, but then put him right out of my mind. Pixie was too good a thing to let thoughts of whale spoil my enjoyment. She might have been petite, but she loved to fuck, and the size of my cock did not matter for a moment. After the first few gentle exploratory minutes, she was taking all of my seven inches with every thrust, gentle or hard, she loved them both. She was not quiet either. She had a high pitched squeal, that could be short or long, interrupted by Spanish words that she threw at me, none of which I understood, but I did understand the squirming movements of her body, the way she used her arms to pull her back and shoulders off the sand and hang from my neck, and the way she reached for my nipples, twisting and squeezing them to make me fuck her harder. Then too, from time to time, she just threw back her head and screamed. Pixie got so loud that I got concerned. We were out of sight, but still only a hundred yards or so from the main cove, and whether her screams could be heard around the rocks I did not know. I paused. She looked at me, questioning. I shifted to the left, lifted her left leg, and tucked it under the right side of my body. Her foot reached just past my shoulder. I shifted right, lifted her other leg under, her right heel to my left shoulder. I lowered my pelvis, and every millimetre of my cock's length was buried in her upward facing pussy. I started fucking her again. She started the high pitched squeals. I can fuck supporting myself with one hand, although it has to be centred to keep my balance. Pixie was small enough I could put my right hand on the sand just above her head. I put my left hand on her mouth, covering it, muting her, and fucked her more, watching as she screamed with her eyes. Why the hell was this gorgeous Spanish pixie with the whale? Even gagged by my hand, she did that thing with my nipples again, both together. I released her mouth, took one of her cherry nipples between my thumb and finger, squeezed and rolled, as I continued fucking her. Squeezed some more. Rolled some more, harder. What's good for the gander is good for the goose. Her mouth gaped open, perfect Spanish teeth. Not a sound, holding her breath, until she screamed again. I jumped my hand from her breast to cover her open mouth. The side of my hand went between her teeth, inadvertently, but she bit on it. Her whole body shuddered. Pixie was coming. So was I. I pulled my hand away as the first spit of semen rushed its way through my cock and into her. Then I move my hand over her mouth properly, muting her again. Four days of frustration had let my semen build, and it felt exquisite as I unloaded into pixie's pussy, the bundle of nerves at the base of my cock head singing each time another gobbet of semen shot past, and the delicate membrane of the cock head itself, fizzing with sensation. I screwed my cock into her, as deep as it would go. Her hands were on my buttocks, trying to get it deeper. I was still firing into her, draining myself. Pixie herself did not stop shuddering, not until I was empty, and only then could I risk taking my hand from her mouth, and dropping onto my elbows, her legs still under me, her body folded, her pussy flooded, my cock sated, but still pulsating with the exquisite sensations of a fuck completed. After long minutes of regaining breath, we disengaged. I pushed back with my arms, a single press up that slid my cock back out of her. I rolled to one side, lying on my back, as she brought her legs back down, my come trickling from her. Pixie turned and lay with her head on my arm, breathing softly, cherry nipples standing proud. The trickle ran down around her thigh, onto the sand. We lay like that for several more minutes. Then, saying nothing, she got up, walked to where my shorts were still lying on the sand, picked them up, grinned, and dropped them onto my groin. In her high pitched pixie voice she said something in Spanish that, again, I did not understand, none of it, apart from the final word. "Manana." Then she walked into the sea, buttocks undulating, and thigh deep, she glanced back with her mischievous smile just before throwing herself into the water and swimming off. Why some women end up with the guys they do, I will never understand. Who cares? Other men's wives are the cherry on the cake. And of course there was tomorrow. Manana, and manana, and manana.