Mermaid

Gen had barely gotten into the tub, was just covered by gardenia-scented bubbles when she saw the message from the dating app on her phone. It was Trace, the hot guy she had sent a blowing a kiss emoji to.

Hello lovely, have you got a moment? he texted, and she was moved by how polite he was.

Sure, she texted back, settling into the bath letting the bubbles tickle her nose. She loved them fragrant and covering her body.

What are you doing?

Holding the phone one-handed, she reached for her vibrator, which she would probably indulge in when she stopped texting,

Taking a bubble bath. I just got in.

Getting yourself nice and clean?

Yup, getting myself nice and clean…

Were you very dirty?

Filthy.

Filthy?

Mhmm.

Can you show me the bubbles?

Just the bubbles?

Yeah, I think it is sexier to see any more in person.

That is sexy, Gen grinned. She took a handful of suds, and took a picture of them being careful to barely even show her hand in the picture. I am all covered. What are you doing?

Well, I just came back from work, and I am drinking a scotch.

On the rocks?

Straight.

I like scotch.

I like you.

Tell me more, what do you do?

I am an architect.

Okay, Howard Roark!

All literary people say that to me! You look well-read.

Like a sexy librarian?

Haha, I can definitely see that. But I would not have said that. You just look like someone who reads a lot — something about your eyes.

Gen felt gently aroused. The candles about her made her hot, and Trace’s words gave her goosebumps. He was being utterly sexy without saying anything too explicit.

Work on a Sunday?

I am a workaholic, which explains why I am on this app! But I would like to take some time out from work to meet you.

I think I would like that, but just to drag you from work.

Deal.

They made plans to meet up at the cafe where she had spent part of the evening with Kent because Trace lived close by as well and because she liked that place. Trace suggested it after all.

When she put her phone down, she slipped her hand under the water between her legs and could not tell if she was wet anymore. She felt that ache between her legs, that heaviness, pretty sure that if she was not underwater, she would still be wet.

Gen did not reach for her vibrator but continued to caress her labia gently and slipped her head under the water. The two extremes of sensation engulfed her, and she came up for air panting because she had stayed under as long as she could.

She spread her legs and slipped her finger inside, and wondered if mermaids felt like this as she closed her eyes and let the water consume her.

This is the thirteenth story in a series. You can read the first one here.