When Sarah was able to relax and acclimate herself, she finally felt ready for a swim. She thanked the doctor and slid her lower half forward. Her body naturally righted itself, with Sarah's upper body bobbing up in the direction of the narrow channel. Everything was nicely lit and had the thick glass associated with marine exhibits at parks and zoos. She moved away from the medical section and made her way around a large, flat, decorative rock.
"S'bout time you came by, shug," came a voice above Sarah. "I'm Bobbie, and this is Ren." Two beautiful women leaned forward, quite close to Sarah's face. The one who spoke, Bobbie, had a charming southern accent and the face of an angel. Her hair was blonde, and seemed to sparkle in the overhead lighting. She had big blue eyes, accented by summer-pallet makeup. Pale pink lipstick accentuated her full lips.
Distracted by Bobbie, Sarah hadn't noticed Ren fling herself into the water with almost no splash. With a hand on her shoulder, Ren drew Sarah into a hug, then dunked her under. Sarah, about to protest, was mesmerized by the beautiful figure before her. Ren had hair the color of firey fall leaves, and, at shoulder length, if framed her perfect face as she puddled under the water. Of course, Ren's most obvious feature was her slender fluke. Her scales were like iridescent orange rhinestones, sparkling like a glorious sunset. Her b-cup breasts were bare.and her nipples stood out prominently.
"I can't see your...," Sarah muttered, still taking in the view. Ren's smile turned mischievous, and she extended a hand down, just beyond her pelvis. Two fingers with well manicured nails parted a section of scales. She revealed a dainty pussy. Her labia bloomed forth, looking orange and pink, like raw salmon flesh. With no effort at all, she withdrew her fingers and her sex discretely returned to concealment.
Bobbie now entered the water. Her overall shape was much more curvy, with D-cup breasts and wide hips. As she spun her body with her sparkling, bubblegum pink tail, Sarah noticed something unexpected. Bobbie's butt lacked a central cleft. I was just a single, well proportioned, mound on her dorsal side. Bobbie noticed Sarah's gaze and responded, "It's a lot more comfortable, since we ain't gotta squat on the toilet. Everything's front-loading for mermaids." Both girls let out melodious laughter and beaconed Sarah to follow them.