He was walking through the quiet streets of a small seaside town. It was late in the day and he had spent most of it on the beach, following up a long run with a refreshing swim in the warm water. He was a good-looking man, ruggedly handsome, with a full head of wavy, sandy brown hair and a well-trimmed beard. His brown eyes, one of his best features, seemed to sparkle with mischief. A sexy grin completed the look.

He was feeling lonely, and a bit blue. It had been a very long time since he had engaged in the art of sexual pleasure. He longed to hold a woman in his arms, to hold her close taking in the scent of her perfume. He longed to feel her arms and legs wrapped around him. He longed to look into her eyes and see the desire and need in hers. He longed to hear her moans and watch her face as they made love.

Lost in his thoughts, he continued his leisurely stroll until he felt a soft tap on his shoulder; he turned to see an attractive woman with long auburn hair, green eyes, and a beautiful smile. A quick scan took in her full breasts straining against her floral silk dress. He guessed she was a year or two younger than his own mother. Damn, she was good-looking. Without saying a word, she took his face in her hands and pressed her ruby-red lips to his. She took his hand and led him into her home.

When she turned to kiss him again he responded quickly, passionately. With his arms around her waist, he kissed her mouth, her throat, down her neck, and over her cleavage. He pushed the neckline of her dress to the side, noticing a small conch tattoo on her shoulder. He placed a soft kiss on the tattoo, her cleavage, and the top of her breasts. His hands moved to squeeze and fondle her lovely, firm breasts through the silky fabric. His hot kisses and tender caresses sent shivers through her body.

She pulled away from his embrace just long enough to take his hand and lead him back to her bedroom. The room was sparse, just a big, luxurious bed, facing a spectacular view of the setting sun over the ocean. Once again, her lips were on his as she slowly backed him toward the bed. Feeling the mattress against his legs, he sat down on the edge. She turned and walked to the wall of glass across from the bed. She turned to face him, running her fingers through her hair. He was mesmerized by the vision before him, her body softly silhouetted by the slowly setting sun.

He could feel his body responding as she slowly began to loosen the buttons of her silky dress, dropping it from her shoulders. His trousers were feeling very constructive as he stared at her beautiful lingerie. The white lace balconette bra just barely covered her pert nipples. Her lacy panties were just sheer enough to reveal the smooth mound beneath.

Playfully, she ran her fingers through her hair, the setting sun playing off of her auburn locks helping to create an illusion of flames dancing around her face. Looking like a true Siren of the sea, she lifted her hair in her hands and let it fall as she lowered her arms to unhook her bra.

Slowly, she approached him, standing so near he could smell her heat. His hands ran over the lace tops of her stockings. Kissing the soft flesh of her thighs, he began to run his fingers over the delicate lace of her panties, feeling her moisture. She pulled his head forward as he began to kiss her mound through the wet panties, taking them into his mouth for a sweet taste. He pulled them tightly, showing off the slit of her pussy.

Her hand reached down to feel the bulge in his pants. With a soft moan, she dropped to her knees in front of him. She wrapped her hand around his cock, squeezing gently, then rubbed her face over his hardened crotch before taking his zipper pull in her teeth. He pushed her silky hair to the side so he could watch her skillfully unzip his pants and free his swollen cock.

Moments later, his jeans were cast aside, and she was staring at his thick cock and smooth balls. Her hands were warm and experienced. She knew just how to touch and squeeze. Using the perfect amount of pressure, moving at the perfect speed. Her hands ran up and down his length, twisting just a little over his sensitive head. It felt like he was on fire as she used just the tips of her long nails to trace his thick, pulsing veins. He groaned as he watched her fingers move to drag slowly over the sensitive head, closing softly over the tip, only to open again. He saw her smile and her quiet laughter as she stared at the glistening precum her actions had produced. She licked her lips before snaking out her tongue to capture the glistening drop.

He reached to caress her breasts in his large hands and was amazed at their silky softness as he felt her wet mouth close around his throbbing cock. He squeezed and twisted her nipples as his passion grew.

Her mouth was hungry and wild as she consumed his length with an increasingly effective combination of movement and suction. Her tongue, wild and free, was blazing a red-hot trail of its own. He grabbed her hair and forced her to take him deep into her throat. She responded by grabbing his balls, heavy and full. He came forcefully filling her mouth and throat with ribbons of cum.

She remained, mesmerized by his dick. As it softened, she maintained her oral adoration. She gently licked and sucked until every drop of cum had been cleaned. Her silken tongue now gently licking at his balls. She began to hum softly. He thought it unusual, but still strained to hear. What was she humming? He stared out at the sea as she continued humming her strange Siren's song. He gasped as he felt the vibrations of her humming surrounding his stiffening cock again.

His arms wrapped around her as he stood, lifting her in his arms. They kissed passionately as he placed her on the bed. He took his time kissing her, working his way down to her firm breasts. Taking a hardened nipple in his mouth, she couldn't resist the urge to nibble, even bite. He continued to rain kisses over her breasts, down, over her abdomen, and finally onto the thin fabric covering her wet pussy. He pulled the fabric aside and watched as his fingers disappeared into her depths.

She moaned loudly when he pulled his fingers from her needy sheath. But became even louder when she felt his tongue licking at her slick entrance. Her pussy contracted with pleasure when his tongue began to probe her tight opening. Soon, he was sucking her clit. She bucked against him wildly as the wave of her orgasm hit hard and furious.

He moved to sink his throbbing cock into her as he claimed her mouth with a long, passionate kiss, sharing her sweet nectar. She laughed as she rolled him onto his back and lowered her cunt onto him in one quick move. Her movement was quick and precise.

Nothing could have prepared him for this. Her body seemed to absorb him into its warm velvet depths, holding him so tightly he might never be free. He could no longer tell where his own body ended and hers began. His entire being was this warm, wet, soft, clenching, constricting feeling, pulling him deeper and deeper into her depths.

His hands moved to her ass, fingers digging in deep as her hips rise and fall, and she grinds her tight pussy into him again and again. He can't hold off much longer as he feels his balls tighten. She senses his need and tightens even more around his cock, throbbing as a steady stream of cum travels up his length. She screams, cumming with him as ribbon after ribbon of hot cum fills her depths.

He pushed up, deep into her, as the last of his intense orgasm subsided. His cock softened and slowly slipped from within her… they collapsed onto the bed, exhausted but content. They lay together, their bodies entwined. He kissed her lips, her throat, her neck.

He asked, "What's your name?"

"Desireé", she replied.

He drifted off to sleep to the strains of her Siren's song playing over and over again in his mind.

That was months ago. When he awoke, she was gone. All that remained was the soft scent of her perfume. The morning light was bright through the wall of windows. He stood there for a while and watched the birds flying over the gentle waves of the sea; all the while, he heard the sound of her song.

That was months ago. He never saw her again. He had returned to that small town several times, but he couldn't find her, not a trace. Even the house was gone. There was a little boutique where it had been. He had gone in one day. He swore he could smell her perfume as he walked around the small shop. On a small table, by the window sat a beautiful conch shell. He lifted it to his ear, and as he stared out at the sea, he heard the soft hum of the Siren's song.