A Nude Female Student. A Dive Boat. A Male Crew. A Wetsuit. What could go wrong?
How can an exhibitionist enjoy scuba diving with a wetsuit? How can anybody?
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I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish handbooks on how to train us, young women, for sex and share my sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and submissive teen (18+) slut. Yes, a slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good, and girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural. #FreeTheNipple #FreeThePussy
This is Part 5 of a “Discover Scuba Diving & Nudity” series. Part 1 is available here, but you can jump straight into the narrative below if you prefer. You’re the boss!
She got up early to catch the dive boat. “I’m going scuba diving in the ocean,” she kept singing in her head like a kid heading to Disney World. Her first ocean dive!
It took her a while to clean all the semen and sand off her body. The shower was in need of a cleaning after she was done. Yet, she couldn’t help but laugh when remembering her boyfriend’s reaction to touching her dirty skin in bed.
Who was she kidding? He was unquestionably her “ex” by now. They were only together, sort of, because they had booked this beach condo for a week of vacation. From the first day in this tropical paradise, their relationship went downhill when he proved to be too jealous for her taste. He was still snoring on the couch when she walked out of the shower.
Jim, her dive instructor, said he would have everything she needed. “You only need to bring yourself,” he had said. But she presumed he didn’t mean she could show up naked! She picked up her bikini, but she remembered she had that wetsuit she purchased the night before.
She should bring that, for sure!
She assumed she didn’t need a bikini, then. The wetsuit must be the bathing suit of the scuba diver, she thought to herself. So she threw a sundress over her head, grabbed the wetsuit, and walked out of the cabin.
“Good morning,” Jim said as soon as she arrived on the dock where all the dive boats were lined up. He signaled her to follow him. He was carrying two bags that seemed to be full of dive gear. They walked to the last boat on the dock.
“Good morning, gentlemen,” she said while stepping aboard, “and you too, Frank!”
“Ouch! What did you do to her, Frank?” inquired a bare-chest guy she had never met before.
“Oh, you don’t want to know!” she replied. “Right, Frank?”
Frank blushed and silently fondled his dive gear.
She was sitting next to Jim, in front of her set of dive gear he had assembled for her on a scuba cylinder.
“Time to get ready, Brooke,” Jim announced while standing up. “We’re about 15 minutes out.”
She stood up like her instructor had just done and looked around.
“No change room,” she observed.
“Didn’t you put your bathing suit on already?”
By then, Jim was putting his own wetsuit on, and he was still wearing his swim trunks.
“Hmmm, no! I have a wetsuit, remember? I thought… It replaced the bathing suit?”