Ariel's POV.

I could feel the heat from the sun beating on me. A voice, of someone I don't know, was speaking to me. As I opened my eyes I say these deep, clear blue eyes staring back at me. I blinked a few times making sure he was really there.

"Oh good. You're awake. How are you feeling," this strange, gorgeous man asked. I couldn't find my voice and just nodded slowly. "I'll take that as 'I'm doing fine'." He laughed. Oh what an amazing laugh.

I just stared and I'm sure I was drooling but who wouldn't. If you say this guy you would too. His skin was a tanned covering for, what I assumed was, a perfectly toned body. His lush, black hair was so shiny. Those eyes though, that's what got me hooked.

"I'm Eric," he finally said, breaking, I'm sure, the acquired look on my face.

"Ariel," I replied sitting up a little bit. "Where are we?"

"The castle," he answered swiftly. "I found passed out along the shoreline."

"Oh my gosh! What time is it?"

"A little after one. Why?"

"Well I have to be home before eleven, otherwise I will be in some serious trouble," she said, only partly lying.

"Oh," he nodded, as if he understood. I smiled and threw the blankets off me and slipped out of the bed.

Eric's POV

"Thanks for everything," she says smiling, a knock out smile. God how I wish I'd met her before mother's arrangement.

"My pleasure," I let slip out. I can't believe I just said that. Maybe she won't take it that way. She blushed at me and nodded, heading toward the door. "Maybe I could show you around sometime. Give you a private tour of the city."

"That would be nice but," I knew there would be a but "I'm not really from around here, and I probably won't be back."

"Oh," I stand up and escort her to the hallway. "I see."

"I'm sorry," she frowns and lightly kisses me on the cheek. She smelled of the sea and sand. I could feel my pants tighten slightly.

"It's fine." I shrug letting it pass. Grimsby is waiting in outside the door. I say my good byes and watch her leave down the hall. Her glorious bare feet, gracefully carrying her farther and farther away from me.

I caught a glimpse of her backside as she walked and if I was hard before, I sure am now. I ducked back into the room seeing as though it was an emergency. I locked the door and unclipped my belt from my pants. I hurried off to the secluded bathroom and stood above the toilet.

One of my hands grasped my member and began stroking it at a slow pace. A picture of Ariel was still fresh in my mind as I quickened my pace. If only she would be in town longer then a day. Only then would I be truly happy.

I made numerous attempts to subside my grunts, moans, and shouts and would have succeeded. My release, on the other hand, had other plans. It wanted anyone who was near by to hear me having such pleasure.

After my release I took a shower, but that only made me think of Ariel and I was on the ride again. Not wanting to jack off twice I thought solely on my mother and how she must look. That softened me up rather quickly.