Dark Mysterious Woman

She wore a black dress that fit close to her body. It was like a second skin, clinging tightly. She had a deep plunging neck line that came down the front only stopping near the navel. It's length came to mid thigh. Opening like a flower in bloom to encompass her delightful body.

Walking she had a natural swing of he hips. She rocked the dress from side to side. Her breast were full and all natural. They were round with a up turn at the nipple. The dress was sheer, not hiding her figure but enhancing it.

She was standing on the boardwalk high above the sand of the beach. The dark ocean was a sharp contrast to the thousands of lights and neon of the hotels, shops and bars of the businesses trying to entice customers into their shops.

Looking out into the darkness of the ocean was like the light was being consumed. Nothing could bee seen. Only the sound of waves breaking on the beach sand.

The man was seated on a bench looking out to the sights and sounds around him. She walked past with easy steps. She carried her shoes walking barefoot. She had gone a few steps beyond him when she turned and came back to him.

Without saying a word she reached out to him with her left hand. He returned the touch. Feeling a tingle of electricity flowing through from her and into him.

She pulled lightly and he rose to his feet. Not speaking he took her into his arms. Both moving in a slow dance. She resting her head on his shoulder. He breathing in the fragrance of her body.

He could lift her with ease. She was so light, both moving to the music floating over the water from one of the dance halls on shore. She brought her face to his. Pulling close gently seeking a kiss.

Their lips met lightly. She probed with her tongue. He could taste the sweet intoxicating liquor that was her. Not alcohol, but that sweet essence that is natural to women. It is one of those things that men love but women don''t realise they have.

The two are the only people on the boardwalk. The privacy is like that of being on a deserted island.

The two walk toward the end of the boardwalk of the pier. Out over the water the moon is starting to rise. He stops, letting her walk ahead. The vision of her silhouette with the rising moon was something like a dream.

There are stories of strange things happening at midnight with a rising moon. This may be one of them.

As he watched she went over the railing. Hearing a splash from the water below. Running to the spot she had been standing. Looking down he saw a creature he had only known from children's stories.

There was a mermaid looking back up at him. He could see long hair and the shape of the breast let him know that it was the same woman he had been walking with. No words were spoken but he knew she was back where she belonged.

On the dark of the night with a rising moon. When you see a dark mysterious woman. Look closely, she may be more than meets the eye.
Joe