The Little Mermaid: A Resus Story
You see her for the first time during your morning swim, a strong tropical storm raging above the waves. She was floating, lifeless near the surface of the water. Her arms and legs spread wide, hard nipples still showing throught the fabric of her swimsuit.
As a mermaid you have lots of experience with drowned humans. You know by instinct that it had happened recently. There was still time to save her!
You approach her still body and grab her securely around the chest. Swiming as fast as your tail can push you, you take off in the direction of the nearest shelter: a seacave, with a small beach inside, enough room to do your work.
You heave yourself and the human girl out of the cold water and onto the rough, pebbly beach inside the cave. Waves lapped against her legs as you positioned her on her back, arms to her sides, legs spread to make room for your tail.
Step one, remove any restrictive clothing. You make quick work of her swimsuit, tearing it away to reveal her soft, curvy body. Her breasts flop to the sides and you resist the urge to reach out and caress them. You have a job to do, and you’re running out of time!
As the storm carries on outside the seacave, you take action. You position your hands below her ribcage and begin to push to expel the water from her lungs.
Her body rocks with each compression, chest jiggling and foam spilling from blue lips.
You reach over her body, your breats meeting hers, and blow warm air into cold lungs.
You continue compressions. Five more until you decide it’s time to move to the sternum. You reposition yourself to get the best leverage. You feel her folds rub against your tail and shutter.
“One, two, three, four, BREATHE,” you cry. “One, two, three, four, BREATHE!”
One and two and three and four and five….you lean in to give another breath, the humans chest rising and falling with your air.
You notice color begining to come back to her cheeks. Your almost there!
Feeling a new burst of energy and determination, you place your hands between her breasts once more. “Come back to me! Come on! Breathe!”
ONE and TWO and THREE and FOUR and FIVE…her body moves with yours, her belly expanding with each push, her tits, nipples now hard, rocking with the compressions.
Five more deep compressions. Her head has rolled to the side, sea water draining from her nose and mouth.
You do it. With one more hard, determined compression the girl comes sputtering back to life, gasping for air on the cold cave floor.
“Oh my god,” she says. “Oh my god!”
You come over her once more, sliding a hand from her crotch to her chest, giving a breast a squeeze. You lean in to her face one last time, but not for a rescue breath; for a kiss.
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