Taylor had been driving for about half an hour. Her destination was a secluded spot known only to her and a few close friends. This time, however, she was traveling alone. All she had with her was a soft, dark red towel. Upon arriving, she took it out of the car, locked the door, and put the keys in her back pocket. After a long week of media and promo work for her band's album, Taylor was looking to get away for a bit and maybe find some new inspiration on her own.
Taylor took a deep breath and exhaled upon examining her surroundings. The sky was a cloudless blue, the motionless leaves in the trees were a pleasant shade of emerald green, and the lake before her was beautifully serene, even with the waterfall on the opposite end. She planned to go for a swim, though that plan didn't involve a bikini. She felt more connected to everything that way. Besides, hardly anyone else came to that spot.
She placed the towel on the ground by the edge of the lake and removed her shoes, placing them next to the fabric. She then removed her shirt to reveal a black bra over a taut stomach. A matching black thong became visible when she undid her belt and slipped off her jeans, her long, slender legs now on full display. Taking another look around just to be sure she was alone, Taylor kicked off her jeans before moving to her thong.
With summer in full swing, she welcomed the breeze on her skin; she couldn't wait to go for a swim. She reached back and unclasped her bra. Her nipples reacted immediately to the fresh air. All her clothing now fully removed, she immediately made her way to the water. She checked the temperature with her foot, and then entered when she discovered the temperature was to her liking.
This was Taylor's only plan for the day: no makeup, no spikes, no bracelets, no jewelry, just a lone swim in her favorite secluded spot. She descended into the water at a moderate speed, then began making her way to the waterfall. Every part of her skin felt the water revitalizing her. It had been a long week, and now the waterfall was calling out to her, drawing her to it. The lake was shallow enough under the waterfall for Taylor to comfortable stand with her head above the surface with the water going halfway up her stomach. She held out her hands to feel the falling water run over them, splashing her face with the water her hands had collected. She splashed the water on herself a few more times before letting the waterfall run freely down her body.
Taylor turned around and examined her surrounding, the cool water behind her. She breathed the air in through her nose and exhaled with a smile, content in the moment. It was a rarity for her, but she lived for moments where everything could pause and she could let her responsibilities and worries roll off her shoulders like the waterfall, however briefly.
She closed her eyes and felt the water caress her back. Then she opened them when something began moving slowly up her leg. Startled, she quickly looked down. There was no fish or plant or anything that could've made that. But then she turned around. As she was trying to come to terms with what she was seeing, the feeling continued to travel up her leg; she also registered a matching sensation starting up her other leg. Rising up through the surface of the water was some... thing that startled her too much for her to even scream. She tried to back away, but her legs were now held in place. All she could do was lean away a little.
The creature was a blue, translucent human-like figure with a muscular body. It met her at eye level and then kept going up. When it finally reached its full height, it looked down upon her with an expression of pleasantly sated curiosity.
She meekly gulped before barely getting out the words, "What the fuck are you?"
The figure chuckled in a deep voice and replied, "You don't know a water spirit when you see one?"
Still stunned at what she was seeing, coupled with the fact that it spoke back, Taylor made the few words she could get out count.
"What do you want?"
"Well," he began, "out of courtesy, I would first like for us to introduce ourselves. My name is Ouwe. And you're the woman who usually comes here in a group."
She was jolted by the realization that she and her friends had been watched by this thing on her previous visits, but she quickly worked to regain some composure and replied "Yes, I'm Taylor."
"You're even more beautiful up close... and naked."
Taylor nervously stammered, "Th-thank you. Uh... how long have you been watching me come here?"
She almost panicked when she felt the water grasp her lower legs and lift her up to meet Ouwe at eye level. As he spoke, he began to circle around her, examining her beautiful body on all sides.
"When a woman with a physique like this comes to my lake, it's going to get my attention. So I've been watching since you first found it."
Getting increasingly concerned with the ease with which this entity could move her and hold her in place, she said, "I don't think you answered my earlier question. What do you want?"
"Ah yes, I'm sorry."
Putting his hand on her right arm, he continued, "I'd love to know you... in what I understand to be the Biblical sense."
She said nothing, but her body became rigid. A part of her lamented the idea that of course her first paranormal experience in nature would involve a spirit wanting to fuck her.
"Oh sure," she remarked sardonically, "that's exactly why I came here: to fuck some perverted water spirit I just met."
His hand traveled up her arm, the soft, warm sensation on her skin like nothing she'd experienced before; she couldn't help the goosebumps. She brought her other hand to block his from moving any further. He stood in front of her with a look on his face that told her that while he understood her instinct to refuse, his desire was genuine. Though she was already soaking wet, and despite her intent to keep him from taking things any further, she could feel him somehow working every water drop on her skin to stimulate every inch of her.
"Please stop that," she protested.
Ouwe put her down, but didn't let go of her.
"You couldn't be persuaded?"
She couldn't fully wrap her head around it, but she felt an overwhelming sense of admiration from him. Unbeknownst to her, he hadn't actually stopped simulating her skin with the water; he had just lowered it enough so she could barely feel it. Taylor glanced down and noticed Ouwe's massive erection. She was surprised by the sheer size, combined with the simple fact that he even had genitals. He cracked a slight smile when he saw her looking and her cheeks turned slightly red.
Taylor took a few moments to think it over. Still undecided, she asked, "Could you... maybe not be translucent?"
"If it helps..."
As he said that, his skin changed and she could no longer see through him. Taylor raised her eyebrows in pleasant surprise.
Nodding, she confirmed, "Yes, it helps."
"That's good," he said as he moved closer to her.
Gently, he lifted her up into his arms and carried her through the waterfall. He rested her upon a smooth rock ledge and leaned forward, his face within kissing distance of hers.
"Now, how do-" were all the words she could get out before his mouth was on hers. If the feeling of his hand on her skin was amazing, then the feeling of his tongue on hers was that multiplied. Taylor eased into the kiss more and more the longer it went on. His lower legs were still submerged in the water, and it seemed he was unable to climb out. But from where he could stand, with his erection rested precariously beside her labia, he was more than capable of delivering on his lust. He began teasing her, rubbing the tip back and forth on her pussy for a few moments. Taylor reacted by moaning into his mouth as they continued kissing.
She laughed at the thought in her head of a water spirit making her wet, but instead of telling him that when he asked why she was laughing, she told him, "You were really looking forward to this, huh?"
