Fiction | Outdoor Sex | Cheating Husbands | Erotica
Brooke Organized an All-Male Diving Trip, With Her Body as a Cock-Teasing Bonus!
A young female dive instructor gets into a testosterone-filled live-aboard scuba diving boat for a week.
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.
This is an erotica short story, but I am a dive instructor and I wished this was a true story! Maybe I’ll make it so one day.
Brooke looked at the roster for her forthcoming dive trip on a Live-Aboard in the Caribbean. It was empty!
“Fuck!”
The dive store owner, Jim, noticed her reaction.
“You’re a new dive instructor,” he said. “Eventually, you’ll fill your trips with new scuba divers you’ve trained. How many have you cared for so far? One class?”
“Well… Fuck! I need it. I need the money, the sunshine, and the tropical fishes!”
“Fuck? Maybe that’s your solution to sell it!” Jim said, laughing.
Brooke stared at her boss. “As long as they’re not like you! I worked on you for a week and never got you to fuck me!”
“Well, if I recall it right, you were plenty busy with the other cocks in the group!”
Brooke shrugged. She had met Jim on a vacation a while back and had been attracted to him since then. She didn’t get the sex she wanted with him at the time, but she got a free scuba diving course, so it had been a wonderful trip, nevertheless.
“Well! Fuck it! I’m gonna find a way to get people to want to go on a dive trip with me…”
On the next day, when Jim walked into his dive shop, he noticed a new pile of flyers next to the cash register.
“Testosterone-only dive trip for real men!”
He choked at what was on the flyer: a picture of Brooke from behind, looking over her shoulder and blowing a kiss. She was topless and for the bottom part, he could barely see the string part of the string bikini!
“Fuck! She’s beautiful,” he said, shaking his head and staring at the picture, “but we can’t keep this here!”
“Why?” his store manager asked from the other side of the counter. “I’ve already sold 4 places this morning.”
Jim’s jaw dropped. He kept enjoying the view of the picture. He always loved Brooke. It’s just that his wife had the money, and she had him on a tight leash.
“Besides,” the store manager added, “we are not selling the trip per se. It’s a Brooke trip. We’re only collecting the money on her behalf. If a woman complains. And she’s not using a woman’s body to sell stuff. It’s a picture of herself on a beach, for fuck’s sake!”
Jim put the flyers down and walked away, shaking his head again.
A mere two weeks later, the trip was sold out. Brooke printed the roster and called each diver, one by one, to organize a pre-dive get-together for people to get to know each other and plan for a safe and fun trip. There were, indeed, only men on the roster. She giggled, looking at her own flyer.
On the evening of the get-together, each diver introduced himself after Brooke welcomed them all. The entire group was composed of middle-aged and older men, quite a few with massive beer bellies. Most of them had gray hair.
Brooke’s blonde, long hair, on top of a slim body, was quite the contrast! Just being a woman in that room was a distinctive feature!
Brooke reviewed with them a list of suggestions she had produced on how to prepare and what to bring. They would be on a live-aboard for a week, cruising mostly deserted islands and pristine dive sites, which was exciting as a diver, but it meant no shopping for missing items!
Toward the end of the meeting, Brooke served refreshments and snacks while people mingled.
One diver asked Brooke if there was room for one more because his brother wanted to come. She said no because the trip was sold-out. The boat was full and you can’t easily add a room to a floating hotel! There were seven rooms with 2 beds each. It was designed so that if the room was booked by a couple, they could put the beds together to sleep together.
Then it dawned on Brooke that she hadn’t drawn up the sleeping arrangements, so she asked for everybody’s attention and worked on deciding who would share a room with whom. Some divers already had a dive buddy on the trip and that took care of four rooms. That left five divers and Brooke.
“Well, guys! One of you has to share a room with me! Who’s married?”
All five divers were married! Brooke shook her head. Then an evil idea came to her exhibitionist, cock-teasing mind.
“Ok! So, I tell you what. Why don’t I roam? Jeff, your brother can take my spot. Each night, I’ll simply go into the bed of whoever will make room for me. How’s that?”
It was silence in the room, which is not what she was expecting. Maybe not all men like to hug a naked woman at night, she thought. But then, she noticed a lot of hard cocks inside the surrounding pants and grinned.
“OK?” she insisted.
Jeff was first to answer “Ya, sure!” and then everybody else agreed.
“Great!” Brooke exclaimed. “We’ll have an exciting trip!”
She had multiple reasons to be happy. Selling one more spot was pure profit in her pockets and she badly needed money because dive instructors earned little when teaching at a dive shop.
They all flew in by their own means, on various airlines, and met in the evening on the live-aboard, which was docked close to the airport. Upon stepping foot aboard, Brooke assigned each guy a room and a bed. Brooke left her bag in plain sight on the dive deck, where she asked everybody to assemble for a briefing.
With the captain, they reviewed safety and policies. Then Brooke asked who would make room for her for the first night. Not a single guy raised his hand!
“Come on! Are you all that shy? It’s OK! I can sleep here on a bench. I’m an easy woman,” she said, putting emphasis on “easy.”
A roar was heard all around her. There were plenty of hands up, finally! The captain looked at her, puzzled.
“Oh!” she said, looking at the Captain. “I’m a wanderer.”
He raised his highbrow and left.
“So, how are we doing this?” Brooke asked. “Seven nights, seven cabins. I go in numerical order?”
Everybody agreed. She asked one guy in Cabin 1 to bring her bag to his room.
“Be a gentleman,” she said with a wink.
As the Captain was ready to leave port, Brooke had a quick conversation with him. First, she wanted to find out about the rest of the staff on the boat for the week. They were all male except for a female divemaster, Molly.
Then she inquired about his policy on nudity. As expected, he was shocked by the question, taking a bit of time before answering.
“There’s nothing in our policies about that. Maybe we should. But in any case, we’ll most likely be the only boat in sight everywhere we’ll go this week,” he said, shrugging.
She went to see Molly afterward.
“We’re the only two pairs of boobs on board,” Brooke told her. “And I enjoy teasing men with mine. You don’t mind, do you?”
She shrugged, partly indifferent and partly surprised.
“I’m here to serve you guys! Have a ball! Or balls!” she said, laughing.
That’s all Brooke wanted to hear, so she headed to cabin 1. Both guys were in boxer shorts, apparently ready to sleep. While they both stared at her, seemingly unsure of what to do with their body, she untied her jeans shorts and pushed them down, exposing her well-shaved pussy to the two scuba divers. Then she slowly lifted her t-shirt above her head.
“Free the nipple! Free the pussy!” she said, laughing. “So… How do we sleep?”
Both guys stood frozen and speechless.
“Well, guys! Stop growing that thing of yours or there will be no room for me in the bed,” she said, grabbing both cocks and pulling them out from the slit in the front of the boxer shorts.
“Beautiful,” she said, delicately holding both penises in her hands, palm up, like precious, fragile objects to be shown around.
“Let me have a closer look,” she added, going on her knees in front of them. She stroked both shafts while alternatively kissing and licking the tips.
“Are you both married?” she asked, laughing internally.
They both mumbled something that sounded like a yes.
“Oh! So you don’t want me?” she said, stopping all action but staying on her knees. The guy to her left used his hips to get his cock closer to Brooke’s mouth, so she resumed her stroking and kissing actions on that cock while locking eyes with the other guy and placing her hand on his cock.
“Want me, too?” she asked. He didn’t answer but moved his hips to start the stroking process. She was back in business!
After a while, they both seemed ready to ejaculate at the same time, so she stuffed both cocks in her wide mouth and sucked the sperm as it jetted out. She finished by licking them both clean, then extended her hands inside their shorts to briefly caress their balls.
“So! Now there will be more room in the beds! I’ll start with you and whenever I wake up, I’ll switch to you,” she announced casually while jumping in bed.
“Come! And hold me tight,” she ordered.
In the morning, as they woke up, she said: “Thanks for helping a homeless girl, guys! I can’t wait to thank your wives for letting you do that!”
She looked at both of them and grinned. She was getting a reaction! They were white!
“You can’t! Don’t! Please!”
“Why not? We didn’t do anything wrong! Did we?”
Of course, they insisted on keeping it quiet.
“Well, I don’t understand, but I suppose that with a good tip at the end of the week, I could do whatever you want!” she smirked.
After showering and brushing her teeth, Brooke walked into the galley, naked from head to toe. She had waited for everybody to be there. They all stopped talking and gawked.
“What? You will all have seen me naked before the end of the week, so… Why bother? I don’t like tan lines. OK with you guys?”
Nobody answered, but everybody slowly resumed their eating activities.
“OK. So what’s for breakfast? No sausage, please! I got plenty last night!”
Have a look at how Brooke got hooked on exhibitionism and scuba diving, at the same time, during a vacation week a couple of years earlier.
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