The heat was unbearable, and the setting of the sun brought no relief.

It was late, and I couldn't sleep; the air in the cottage was still and stifling. Leaving the comfort, or rather discomfort, of my bed, I padded to the patio looking for the slightest breeze for relief. No such luck.

I was hot, sweaty, and irritable. The reflection of the rising moon danced on the water of the lake. The light cast long shadows through the pines; their intoxicating fragrance hung in the air like an exotic perfume.

The water beckoned me. It lapped gently at the shore, and I couldn't resist dipping my toes into the tepid water. Ah, relief at last! The water wasn't cold but cooler than the air. I moved silently down the dock and sat on the end, dangling my feet in the water.

It was so quiet and peaceful. The moon slowly rising and a million stars in the night sky made one feel small and insignificant in the grandness of the universe.

It was late and there were no lights on in the nearby cottages. A swim would definitely make this night more bearable. I stood and slipped off my T-shirt and cut-off shorts. Standing naked on the dock in the moonlight, I executed a shallow dive into the water. I surfaced and stroked my way towards the raft in the middle of the lake.

The water felt glorious, caressing every inch of my body like a lover's hand, cooling and tantalizing me at the same time. It was an easy swim and it took only a few minutes to reach the raft. I pulled myself onto it with ease. I lay on my back to watch the stars. There were so many... it was mesmerizing, the odd shooting star streaked across the heavens. I lay there in the moonlight as rivulets of water dripped off my body.

My hand tweaked a hard nipple...and ran down my torso to my mound. A finger found my clit. The wetness wasn't only from my swim as I became aroused. A sigh escaped my lips. I lay there in the moonlight, pleasuring myself; it took only moments to climax, and the stars above me spun a little faster for a few minutes. My heart was beating fast. Sweat glistened on my breasts as I gasped for air. I shuddered through another climax. A moan escaped.

I have no idea how long I lay there.

Out of the darkness, a deep male voice quietly said, "Are you a mermaid?"

Startled, I sat up, covering my breasts with my arms and pulling my knees up in front of me. "Who's there?"

A deep chuckle came from the shadows. "A little late to be modest."

I scanned the shoreline and nearby docks. How long had he been watching?

"Maybe you're a water nymph!"

I could hear footsteps on a wooden dock, not sure which one he was on. He was still concealed in the shadows.

"Maybe you're a Siren; your moans were your song to lure me to a deep, watery grave. I will take my chances. Surely, I will die a happy man!"

More footsteps. "Well don't be shy...show yourself!" There was a soft splash to my left; I hadn't seen him, but I was sure he was now in the water.

"Join me!" His voice was closer now...barely a whisper. "You won't be disappointed."

"You seem awfully sure of yourself. What makes you think I would be interested?"

"Darlin, I just watched you climax twice and what I have is better than your fingers!"

I still had no idea who I was talking to. I could vaguely make out a shape in the water, but he was nothing more than a silhouette. "At least tell me your name!"

"Marc!"

"Well, Marc, that sounds very inviting. Am I supposed to take your word for it?"

"Come sit by the ladder. I think I can convince you!"

The tingling in my pussy made it an easy decision and I scooted towards the ladder. I was sitting with my feet on the top rung when a dark form surfaced in front of me. "Marc I assume?"

Another deep chuckle. "You assume correctly; how about spreading those beautiful legs for me!"

I hesitated for just a moment before hooking my thighs on each side of the supports. My pussy was visibly wet. I could hear the water move as he approached and then...there he was, his face mere inches from my cunt.

The anticipation caused my cunt to clench and leak more pussy juice. I could feel his warm breath on my pussy. I squirmed! He was still not touching me but I could feel him blowing cool air across my erect clit. A moan escaped my lips, and pussy juice was freely flowing out of my cunt, down across my rectum, and dripping onto the raft. This was torturous; it took every ounce of willpower not to grab his head and pull him into me.

Then ever so gentle...a touch, so light, kind of like the whisper of a butterfly wings. So gentle that I'm not sure it happened. My pussy spasmed, and I could not suppress the guttural groan it elicited. This man was sent by the devil himself to torture me.

The need was building in the pit of my stomach. With a whimper, I begged, "Please!"

"Be patient, my little mermaid; the wait will be so worth it!"

Every fiber of my being was screaming, "Touch me!" Still, he hesitated; it was like he enjoyed seeing me squirm, all sweaty and breathless. I was trembling with desire. He was relentless in his quest to drive me mad. I could feel his hot breath on the inside of my thigh, followed by a tiny butterfly kiss, and then a warm, wet tongue left a wet trail up my thigh.

A sharp bite brought me back to reality: "The mark of Marc!" Then without warning, two fingers penetrated me, and his mouth clamped over my sensitive clit.

My climax was instant and intense; I screamed out in ecstasy, "Oh, fuuucck!" My hands were in his wet hair as his tongue pushed me over the edge...again and again. Trembling, I lay back on the raft, gulping in air, convulsing as the aftershocks hit.

I lay there on the raft, satisfied, content, and exhausted. As I drifted off into a peaceful slumber, a quiet whisper, "Sleep well, my little mermaid. Until we meet again!"