After the hell of being dumped, breaking up with her trout boyfriend, and experiencing the pain of rejection and loss, the rebounding fish woman was much more receptive to the human’s quite forward advance than she should have been.
“I’m Tom,” he whispered. “W-Would you... like me to examine you further before we get started, Ms. Finley?”
Amelia’s eyes sparkled with lust and surprise. This seemed too good to be true and she was fast growing excited!
“So naughty,” the fish whispered, glancing around the room. “We’re... alone?”
“Completely,” Tom whispered back. “Nobody will disturb us while the door is locked. I promise.”
“I-I’ve never done anything like this before,” the trout giggled, shocked at herself. “I-I’m a good girl.”
“Well, let’s just say I appreciate such a beautiful little anthro like you.”
“Ahhh.” Amelia nodded, putting a fin-hand on one hip. “So you’re... one of those kinds of humans. I see. I get it.”
“I’m really into the fins and scales.” Tom admitted, blushing deep red himself. “And you’re such an irresistible little river goddess.”
Gasping, Amelia chuckled in blushing horror and pushed the human away playfully as she covered her mortified gaze with the other hand. “Oh, shush! I’m not even that good looking!”
“From what I can see, I would disagree.”
“You want to... do me?” She chanced, excited butterflies racing in her gut.
“Oh, and more!” Tom grinned, his own excitement clearly growing.
“Um, well, you’d... you’d better examine me a little closer. You know, for... for... your data.”
“Oh, I agree!” Tom gasped, delighted. “Oh god, Ms. Finley, you won’t regret this! I’m going to make you feel so good. W-Would you... you... take off the gown? So... so... I can study you?”