Dolphin Love

Walter walked along the pier. The day was drawing to a close and the sky was pink as the sun slowly sank into the watery horizon. The crowd of people that filled the streets were home eating supper. Walter was feeling especially happy.
He walked back and forth across the pier, staring down into the water. It rippled from the movement of fish under the surface. Walter smiled and sat at the edge of the pier, looking out at the water that seemed to stretch forever. Just then, Walter heard a loud splash to his right. He turned and looked at the beautiful bottle nosed dolphin that had surfaced. Smiling, he eased himself into the water and swam over to the friendly creature.
Walter was not afraid of the dolphin. He had had a part-time job when he was a young man where he worked with and cared for dolphins. "Like Free Willy," his friends had joked. But jokes aside, Walter had learned that dolphins not only enjoyed the company of humans, but very often sought them out.
We often wonder what it would be like if an intelligent life form came from the sky and tried to communicate with us, thought Walter, and yet intelligent life is here in the sea, and they communicate with us and we with them. I wonder if aliens would be as friendly. Surely they must be, recognizing us as superior beings who have thoughts and emotions, just as we recognize the dolphins as smart creatures.
Walter mused on this as he rubbed the dolphin all along its smooth belly. The dolphin was a female. Walter knew this because of the size, position, and number of slits below its belly. Walter could see that the dolphin - Ginger, he called her - was becoming excited. Her genitals were turning a pinkish color.
Walter knew that dolphins also seek out humans for sexual relations. Dolphins saw sex as a means of getting closer to another dolphin or human being. They sought humans out probably because they sensed that humans were as smart as they.
Brilliant creatures, thought Walter.
Walter led ginger to a shallow area of water near a cove just a minute away. Once there, he removed his trunks and rolled her over, rubbing his exposed penis on Ginger's pink vaginal slit. She wriggled excitedly. The water was shallow enough to allow Walter to stand up straight and insert his penis into Ginger's vagina. The surface of the water acted as a bed. Ginger squealed.
Female dolphins, when they have a male inside of them, are able to contract their vaginal muscles, in essence massaging the male's penis. The vagina acts as a hand that strokes the male to climax. This is precisely what Ginger did.
Walter thrusted, knowing he could not match the size of a male dolphin - more than 10 inches probably - but content in the knowledge that it did not really matter. Dolphins, after all, wanted to feel close to another, and that's what sex was about.
After a few minutes, he climaxed. Ginger timed her orgasm to Walter's and the two began to writhe in ectasy. Walter pulled out and, tired, let himself float on the surface of the water. Ginger rubbed against Walter and let him know that she loved him. Walter kissed Ginger's head and hugged her.
Dolphins needed to know that the sex was not about sex. If you left them immediately after climax, they might never allow you to get close to them again. They would feel betrayed. Walter knew it was good to spend some time with Ginger afterwards and the two swam together for a while.
But Walter had had a long day and he needed to get home and rest. He parted with Ginger.
"Goodbye, wonderful creature," he whispered to her. "I'll see you next week if I can."
Ginger dove under the water, disappearing from sight.
Walter looked out at the deep blue sky; the sun had set long ago. He wondered what it was like to be as smart as a dolphin and have nothing to do all day but swim around, hunt, and mate. Surely, Walter thought, that's the life. Surely that's the way we were meant to live.
Walter stared out into the ocean and thought about killing himself then and there. But the dolphin sex was too strong.