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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?
I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and teen slut. Yes, teen 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.
Fiction. This is Part 5 of “Punishing a Jealous Boyfriend,” which starts here.
I got up early to catch the dive boat. “I’m going scuba diving in the ocean,” I kept singing in my head like a kid heading to Disney World. My first ocean dive!
It took me a while to clean all the sperm and sand off my body. The shower was in need of a cleaning after I was done. Yet, I couldn’t help but laugh when remembering my boyfriend’s reaction to touching my dirty skin in bed.
Who was I kidding? He was unquestionably my “ex” by now. We were only together, sort of, because we had booked this beach condo for a week of vacation. From the first day in this tropical paradise, our relationship went downhill when he proved to be too jealous for my taste. He was still snoring on the couch when I walked out of the shower.
Jim, my dive instructor, said he would have everything I needed. “You only need to bring yourself,” he had said. But I presumed he didn’t mean I could show up naked! I picked up my bikini, but I remembered I had that wetsuit I purchased the night before.
I should bring that, for sure!
I assumed I didn’t need a bikini, then. The wetsuit must be the bathing suit of the scuba diver, I thought to myself. So I threw a sundress over my head, grabbed the wetsuit, and walked out of the cabin.
“Good morning,” Jim said as soon as I arrived on the dock where all the dive boats were lined up. He signaled me to follow him. He was carrying two bags that seemed to be full of dive gear. We walked to the last boat on the dock.
“Good morning, gentlemen,” I said while stepping aboard, “and you too, Frank!”
“Ouch! What did you do to her, Frank?” inquired a bare-chest guy I had never met before.
“Oh, you don’t want to know!” I replied. “Right, Frank?”
Frank blushed and silently fondled his dive gear.
I was sitting next to Jim, in front of my set of dive gear he had assembled for me on a scuba cylinder.
“Time to get ready, Brooke,” Jim announced while standing up. “We’re about 15 minutes out.”
I stood up like my instructor had just done and looked around.
“No change room,” I 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… That replaced the bathing suit?”
Jim’s eyes traveled up and down my body, and I assumed he was just figuring out that I was naked under that sundress. I loved it when he looked at me. If only he could forget his wife! I looked around. There were only middle-aged men on the dive boat and no wives to be offended.
“It’s okay,” Jim said, “we won’t look!”
“Ya, right!” I laughed while pushing the strings off my shoulders and letting the dress drop to the boat deck. And strangely enough, I didn’t feel the urge to grab my wetsuit. Instead, I kept glancing around. Men's brains must have a way to send a naked-skin-in-sight message between themselves because all of these sets of eyes were almost instantly locked on my body. Only Frank was looking down, probably still uncomfortable remembering our kinky adventures on the beach the night before — or scared of what would happen if his wife found out. I don’t know!
“I can see that,” I added. “Nobody’s looking, right?”
I was standing naked, head to toe, on a dive boat full of men wearing wetsuits. That was kinky! In one week, I went from having never been naked in front of more than one man at a time, to expose myself to a dozen strangers. I looked at my nipple and briefly touched my vulva. Most male eyes followed my hand. I was in control!
I suddenly wished I had some piercings or tattoos, some decorations! I had never thought of it before.
“Lots of leather for one girl,” I observed.
“It’s neoprene,” Jim clarified, handing me the wetsuit he had picked up on the bench behind me.
“Well, there must be a fetish of some sort around this!” I giggled while putting my wetsuit on unhurriedly. I left the front zipper down, allowing my cleavage to entertain the male creatures.
“Oh my god,” I exclaimed while setting my ass back at my spot, letting the scuba cylinder fall into the grooves designed to keep it upright and still. I hit Jim on the shoulder.
“What?”
“Why didn’t you show me this before?”
“What?” he repeated.
“The ocean! It’s so fucking beautiful!”
“Enough to get your mind off of fucking?” he teased.
It made me realize that I had forgotten about men, women, being naked… The underwater world simply took my breath away.
“I didn’t know you before yesterday, Brooke!” he added.
“So what now?” I asked. I just wanted to go back in the water!
“We take a break, a surface interval, before going in for dive number two,” he explained while removing his wetsuit.
I glanced around. Every diver had either removed their wetsuit or brought it down to their waist. My mind quickly got back onto the thrill of being in my birthday suit in front of many men, so I took my wetsuit off.
“Brooke!” Jim exclaimed. “What am I gonna do with you?”
“You know what I want you to do with me,” I snickered while throwing my arms around his neck and squeezing my wet body against his. A few men whistled, and I wiggled my butt. But Jim took my arms off and stepped aside.
“What am I gonna do with you?” I snarled.
“You can do it to me,” I heard a man yell.
Men! They are so predictable! Except for Jim, damn it!
I turned around but was not swift enough to see who had said that.
“Selfies, anybody?”
These words of mine almost created a riot. They all wanted a picture with my naked self, and they took advantage of the situation to put their hands on my body — usually around my waist, but quite a few hands ended up on my ass cheeks, and one tall guy stood behind me with his hands on my breasts. I let them all have whatever pic they wanted. My vulva was the only thing off-limits.
I didn’t have any issues with being naked anymore! And I didn’t have a job to lose back at home, so I was okay with wherever they wanted to post the pics. Besides, social media firms are so tight-ass that none of these pictures would be allowed. Machine guns are okay, but skin is evil!
“What about your wives?” I asked when it was all said and done, strolling around the boat naked. “Better change your password on that phone!”
I was relishing my newfound love for exhibitionism! Frank and Jim were the only guys who hadn’t taken a selfie with my nude body. I wanted one with Jim, but I hadn’t brought my phone — only my wetsuit and a sundress!
“Take a pic of Jim and me, please, Frank, and send it to me,” I requested while sitting on Jim’s lap. Jim tried to push me aside, but I held myself tight in place, my arms around his body. “I need a pic of my first dive outing with my dive instructor!”
I twisted my body to make sure my boobs were evident in the picture, and then, just when Frank took the pic, I opened my legs and kissed Jim. He pushed me aside but too late! The pic was taken! I secretly hoped his wife would find the pic and ditch him. I wanted Jim!
I will have Jim one day!
The second dive was just as incredible but back on the dive boat, I was tired, so I quickly got rid of my dive gear and wetsuit, then went suntanning on the bow. I bet most of these scuba divers with cocks were lurking at my stripped body, but not one of them came to talk to me. Men are chickens! In less than a week, I built up the courage to be naked in front of strangers — in front of them. And they couldn’t even be brave enough to get closer to what they wanted to see. Poor men!
I still enjoyed myself. The sun was caressing my skin, and every once in a while, the ocean would come splashing over the bow and refresh my body. It was paradise!
As the boat slowed down near the dock, I figured it was time to find my sundress. I enjoyed walking around in my birthday suit in front of strangers, but I was still unsure of what was allowed in that country.
“Where’s my dress?” I asked of nobody in particular. There were gear bags and a dozen men dressed in shorts, t-shirts, and flip-flops. No dress that I could see. I suddenly felt really naked with my bare feet, naked ass, exposed vulva, and free nipples!
“Jim!” I yelled. He was already looking around.
“Where did you put it?”
“I don’t know! On the bench, I think?”
“Well,” Jim said, shaking his head, “it may have been blown in the wind while we were diving.”
“Fuck!”
The dive boat was at the dock, and divers started stepping out.
“Want to wear your wetsuit?” Jim asked.
I liked that wetsuit with its front zipper. It was amazing how that zipper was a magnet for male eyes! But I didn’t want to put that thing back on. It was restrictive and still dripping water. I stepped out of the boat and stood butt-naked on the dock.
“Here!” a woman said while walking toward me with a beach towel.
“Oh! Thanks!”
She nodded and left. She didn’t even inquire as to why I was naked. I had the feeling she simply didn’t want her husband staring at my tits anymore. I wondered how many men on this dock would be thinking of me while banging their wives that night. I smiled. I figured I was a sex ignition button for many of these couples.
You’re welcome!
Jim took care of my dive gear. He hung my wetsuit to dry at the dive shop.
“So,” he said, “if you want to keep on diving, you should get your open-water diver certification. We’d need to go back to the pool for skills this afternoon.”
“Yes!!!” I yelled. This week of vacation was getting even better.
I followed my dive instructor to the restaurant by the pool, wearing only a towel around my waist. I was the attraction of the week, that was for sure! But nobody gave me a warning, and the police didn’t show up! Was there even police in that country?
We spent the afternoon at the pool. Jim had me do a million different scuba diving skills — underwater, at the surface, and by the side of the pool. Remove & replace this. Remove & replace that. I never had to remove and replace my bathing suit, though— I was naked all along! The funny thing is that by the end of the afternoon, I wasn’t even thinking about the fact that I was nude anymore. I stepped out of the pool and disassembled the gear — that was also a skill I had to demonstrate to Jim. And I didn’t voluntarily remain nude; I simply didn’t think about it anymore.
I was born to be naked. It just felt natural.
I put the towel around my waist to bring the scuba diving equipment back to the dive shop, though!
As I walked into our beachfront vacation cabin, I dropped the towel and shook my head. My boyfriend was sitting on the sofa.
“Is that all you have done in your vacation?” I hissed. “Sleep on the couch. Sit on the couch…”
“I don’t see sperm all over your body. Having a bad day?”
“Fuck you!” were my last words to him while stepping into the shower. A full day of sun, wind, saltwater, and chlorine had made my hair a real mess! And my body was sticky — a different kind of sticky! I liked both, truth be told!
When I stepped out of the shower, he had moved his ass to a chair on the porch. I joined him, naked while drying my hair with a towel.
“John,” I said, “in case it’s not clear to you, we’re done!”
“What a great vacation!” he replied in the most arrogant and sarcastic tone I had ever heard.
“Yes, it was!” I replied. “Thanks to you! I always thought I was a prude, but you helped me discover I enjoyed being nude. I enjoy it even more when strangers are watching! It’s so cool! Thanks, honey!”
“Fuck you!” he yelled, walking back inside our cabin.
“Never again with you, babe!”
My next step was pretty clear to me. I was not going back in our cabin with that sulking immature man on the couch. I threw the towel in and walked to our neighbor’s condo. They were on their porch, chatting and laughing. As soon as I approached, I felt welcome.
Fuck you, John! There are plenty of men who like to have me around!
“Do you ever wear clothes, Brooke?” Frank asked.
“I used to! Why? Want to cover my body?”
He shrugged.
“What?” I insisted. “You enjoyed it when you covered me with sperm on the beach last night!”
“What?” all three other men asked simultaneously.
“Fuck! Brooke! Please!” Frank pleaded. “I’m married. Don’t trumpet it to the world!”
It was my turn to shrug.
“Good night!” Frank said, retreating inside the cabin.
“I’ll call it an early night too,” Jim said. “I had to teach a woman —a naked woman — how to dive today. It’s tiring!”
I had to admit that scuba diving seemed to drain a fair amount of energy. I felt tired too. Yet, I also felt good. I was still in awe of what I had seen underwater. But for now, I was facing the other two men in that group of divers, and it appeared I was the beauty they were admiring in this world.
“Well, I’m not married,” said the younger one, Mateo, “in case you need a place to sleep.”
“I do,” I replied right away without even thinking about what I was saying. The eyes of that man lit up like a Christmas tree! Men are simple creatures. It’s easy to please them!
I followed Mateo. He stripped naked in about half a second, and his cock started stiffening as soon as I laid eyes on it. I loved the rawness of that young man! And I enjoyed his young cock taking me but I couldn’t help thinking about Jim sleeping in the room next door. I made a point of moaning louder than I usually do — fake moaning, of course, because the whole thing lasted barely three minutes!
As most men do after ejaculation, he crashed out and snored. I got up, went to Jim’s room, and plunged under the blankets. His eyes were wide open.
“It’s you that I really wanted,” I whispered. “You know that, right?”
“I want you, too, but… I can’t!”
I placed my head on his shoulder and my leg over his.
“Well, I will, at least, have you as a pillow!”
Find out what happened next in “The Power of Nudity”.
You can be witness to more Brooke adventures in book 3 of “A Sultry Life series.”
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