Jack was frustrated; whatever was caught in his net was a lot heavier than a seabass. He tugged at the lines, sweat trickling down his tanned forehead as he grunted with exertion. "Gods pox it, " he said, pausing to wipe his brow. "If this is another net-ruining blightflesh turtle, I'm going to snap and become a gong farmer."
After huffing and puffing for a spell, he got back to retrieving the net. His fishing dingy rocked in time with his heaving, the wooden vessel bobbing in the sparkling ocean shallows. The water was clear enough that one could almost see the sandy bottom, and that was confusing to Jack because he certainly couldn't see what had his net in a tangle.
"Come on, you bleedin'—"
Jack yelped in surprise as the net gave out, making him tumble backwards onto the bed of the boat. Shouting out enough oaths for his next twenty courthouse visits, he steadied his vessel before crawling over to the rim to see who the culprit was for his ruined fishing tackle. As soon as he saw what was wrapped up in his net, his frustrated grimace slowly melted away into a amiable, but slightly smug, smile. "Why, good day to you, lass."
It was obvious now why Jack had a hard time seeing the intruder before he pulled her up—blue, translucent things tended to be hard to spot from the surface and, save for her sparkling blue eyes, this woman was very much translucent. She smiled sheepishly, slowly raising a dainty hand in greeting, her movements restricted by the netting wrapped around her body. "Ah, hello. I'm really really really sorry about your net, but could you help me out of it?"
Jack folded his arms. "I dunno, lass. How about you trade your name for it?"
"I'm Belle."
"Jack," he said, taking out a pocketknife and getting to work on the netting. After a few snaps it came free and Jack pulled it off, fully revealing the woman trussed up underneath. She had short hair and a lithe body with a thick pair of hips that made Jack feel a twitch in his trousers. She bobbed along with the waves, floating on a jellyfish-like bell that made it seem like she was wearing a membranous skirt—a skirt transparent enough that Jack could see the slender curves of her legs lazily kicking about in the water.
"Thank you and sorry again for ruining your net, mister Jack."
Jack snapped his eyes up from Belle's pale blue thighs and coughed, clearing his throat before speaking. " 'Preciate the apology, lass, but sorry isn't going to bring back the five quid that bought me that tackle." His eyes slid back down to her nether regions. He realized he could just make out a plump little slit peeking out from between her thighs. "Got anything else you could offer me?"
"I might have an idea," she said. She grinned then wiggled about, rotating on her skirt so her slender back faced Jack. He let out a quiet "mmh" as her plump rear came into view, the transparent membrane of her skirt clinging to the luscious curves of her ass like wet fabric. "If you don't mind me doing something that would help both of us," she continued, "I could... satisfy you for your troubles."
"Well I dunno," Jack said, putting on an exaggerated thinking face. He pretended to think on it, but he had made his decision the second he laid eyes on her jiggly butt. He knew that girls like her literally lived on spunk, and that in the long run this was a bigger favor to her than it was to him, but he didn't care. A fuck was a fuck, and he'd heard plenty of second-hand stories about the good times a lonely sailor at sea had with these gelatinous ocean beauties. He looked up at Belle and smiled. "Alrighty, I'll take you up on your offer."
Belle hopped with happiness, her body jiggling and a ten mile-wide smile on her shimmering face. "Good, good! Just um..." She blushed, her smile turning nervous as she twirled a strand of her hair between her fingers. "Just take off your pants and slide into the water with your legs apart. I'll handle the rest, okay?"
"Alright, lass," Jack said, untying his rope belt. "I leave everything in your pretty little hands."
"You won't regret it!" With that, Belle slipped beneath the waves with a 'bloop!'
A moment later Jack had his trousers tucked away and his toes wiggling in the water. He let out a sigh as he eased himself down, sinking until his elbows hooked over the boat's rim. The ocean currents teased his cock as it twitched and bobbed along with the waves. He craned his neck back to make sure the boat wasn't listing dangerously. Everything was in order. "Heh. Wonder what getting a blowie from one of these things is like," he said, turning back and spreading his legs wide.
The first thing he felt was the subtle rush of water about his legs as Belle drew close. For a split second Jack tensed, worried that he was actually sensing the approach of something with much rougher skin and much bigger teeth, but then the tension vanished and a smile spread on his face as he felt her gentle hands resting on the back of his legs.
...The back?
Jack's eyes widened and he gave a little grunt of surprise. Belle wasn't rising up in front of him—she was floating in from behind. He opened his mouth to ask her what she was doing, but his words were replaced with a little "ah!" as he felt something soft and strandy brush against his sack.
It was her hair.
Belle was swimming through his legs, letting his dick rub against her as she slid past. Though confused by the odd technique at first, Jack was always open to a new way of play. He smiled and carefully brought one of his hands down, resting it on his cock and holding it down so his sensitive head pressed against Belle's soft, jiggly skin. As she swam forward, his cockhead rubbed along the back of her head before sliding along the her neck and dipping into the furrow of her spine. Jack let off a long sigh as his tip slid along the graceful curve of her back, the pliant goo dimpling as he held his dick close to her shining membrane. Belle kept on moving forward until Jack's prick traced down the small of her back and slid between her ass cheeks. A groan of satisfaction slipped past his lips as his thick cock sank into her ass crack, the "fiber" of her skirt sinking along with it. He moved his hand from the base of his dick to one of her cheeks, giving it a firm squeeze and a wiggle, the motion splashing sprinkles of water about. Her goo bulged out between his fingers as he kneaded them in, and his frisky touch elicited a bubbly squeak from Belle as her head popped out of the water ahead of him.
She turned and gave him a sheepish grin. "Hope you don't mind, but I prefer to take in my nourishment from the back."
"Not at all," Jack said, "I don't mind one smidge." He smiled and raised his hand from her rear before bringing it back down in a gentle swat, her gooey ass jiggling from the strike. She gasped, her back arching a bit before she gave a lustful chuckle.
"Well then," Belle said, wiggling her behind so Jack's dick was smooshed and rubbed between her cheeks. "Just stick it in when you're ready. I'll take care of you nice and quick."
"Just stick it in? Don't we need a little prep for—"
Belle smiled and shook her head. "I'm built for this. Just slide it forward and let me do my milking."
Jack grinned. "I love the way you talk, lass." After giving Belle's soft cheek one last squeeze for luck, he gently stretched it aside so he could line up his cock with her pucker. It was a little tricky thanks to her translucency, but eventually he was able to draw a bead on the tight, little opening. He pressed his tip against it, drawing a little gasp from Belle. Jack glanced up. "You ready, lass?"
Belle nodded impatiently.
"Then here we go..." Jack shoved his hips forward, expecting resistance. To his surprise, he quickly penetrated the membrane of her skirt and slipped inside her ass with a sound like a sponge being squeezed underwater. His grunt of surprise was replaced by a groan of pleasure—although he was able to get in without a problem, Belle's tight, ribbed interior seemed dead-set on keeping him inside, squeezing and massaging his shaft like a rubbery vice. She moaned, arching her back and wiggling her shapely hips about as she rocked backward, spearing herself down Jack's length until his balls were rubbing up against her pussy.
Jack tossed his head back, bringing back his hand so he could use both to steady himself on the boat. Belle was making good on her promise to do all of the work; she rocked back and forth, gyrating her butt in time with the waves as she sucked in and pushed out Jack's cock in rhythm. She kept on wiggling her ass, cheeks bouncing against his groin as he slid in and rubbing against his shaft as he slid out.
"Th-that's it, come on," Belle said, voice trembling in time with her twitching body. "Just let me suck you up and empty you out." She gave off a moan, twisting her hips as she speared herself once more. Her skirt billowed with her movements, tickling Jack's legs as Belle rode him.
"Oh gods," Jack mumbled, the words coming out in a hoarse breath. He had never been ridden like this before, with almost all the work being done by his partner as she rocked back into him again and again, the soft flesh of her jelly-like ass bouncing against him and sending splashes of water every which way. It was mind blowing—the pressure of her cool, tight insides gripping his cock and running up and down in time with her rocking thrusts. He wanted to slap both of his hands on her legs and slide them up from her thick thighs to her heavy cheeks, but he had to keep them anchored on the boat. As such, he was completely at the mercy of Belle, depending entirely on her to drive him to completion.
But she wasn't doing a bad job of it. He could already feel pressure building in his loins as Belle built up her pace, seawater sloshing about as she pounded herself against Jack, driving his dick down as far as it could go. With every bounce, his cock seemed to twitch and throb in time with her frantic pace, the pressure and desire for release building up until he could feel a wonderful tightness within his nethers—a sweet prelude of things to come.
"G-Gods, Belle," Jack sighed, "I... I can't—"
"It's alright. Just let go. Your... ah... your seed is all I want!"
Jack gripped the side of the boat, anchoring himself as he felt something give with a spark of electrifying pleasure. He clenched his teeth and dug his chin into his chest as he came. Belle cried out, voice shuddering and asscheeks wiggling as she pressed herself up against Jack as hard as she could. Thanks to her translucency, he could see his cock spurting inside of her, cum filling up her ass before being sucked deeper inside before being replaced with another spurt. He could feel the pulses of her insides on his cock as she milked him, shaking her hips and gently rocking herself back and forth as she kept him as deep as possible.
With one last grunt and one last thrust of his hips, Jack's orgasm came to a close, the final trickle of cum sliding into her and merging with the pale blue translucency that was her insides. Jack sighed like he had just finished drinking a refreshment before letting Belle slide off of his cock, the softening organ slipping out of her gaping ring and floating in the seawater.
Belle twisted around, a hand rubbing her smooth belly and a grin on her face. "Well, mister Jack? Is the net paid for?"
"Twice over," he mumbled, head back and eyes closed as he bathed in both the sunlight and the afterglow. After a few moments of enjoying the moment, he looked up. "Say, Belle: how often do you come 'round here?"
"Uhm... it depends on the currents, really."
"Oh." Jack frowned, contemplating his navel. He looked up again. "How'd you like to live in a cove? My cove?"
Belle's eyes lit up like twin lighthouses. "Really?"
"Sure. It'd only cost you around five quid a day."
"Huh?"
"You know..." Jack grinned and gave her a sidelong glance. "...The price of a fishing net."
Belle face of confusion was slowly replaced by a grin of her own. She giggled. "I think I just might be up for that."
