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DSD: “Discover Scuba Diving” or “Do Sex & Diving”?
Brooke Discovers Scuba Diving, Exhibitionism & Her Dive Instructor in a Tropical Paradise
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 Part 2 of “Punishing a Jealous Boyfriend.” You will find Part One here:
Jim and I were walking toward the dock, where five dive boats were lined up.
“Didn’t you say we were to start in the pool first?” I asked, puzzled.
“Yes,” he replied, “but we need to pick up some dive gear for you.”
I stopped right in my tracks.
“Wait!” I exclaimed. “I… How much… I didn’t bring money, Jim! Damn! I didn’t even think…”
He stopped and turned toward me. We locked eyes and he smiled. He was the only man in his party of four who was always looking at me in the eyes. Usually, at home, I would have appreciated such a gentleman. But we were on vacation, and I accepted his invitation to go scuba diving in the hope of getting my jealous boyfriend even more jealous. So, I didn’t want Jim to be a gentleman!
In the morning, I went to ask our neighbors for coffee, half-naked because I was pissed at John. It turned out our neighbors were a group of scuba divers led by Jim, a dive instructor. His three dive buddies didn’t look me in the eyes much; they repeatedly analyzed me from toe to tits and back. But Jim was different.
“No worries, Brooke!” he replied. “I’ll cover it! Besides, they will probably let me borrow gear at no charge. I bring them plenty of tourists.”
It must be nice to be a dive instructor, I thought.
Jim signaled me with his head. I followed. I was wearing the bottom of a bikini and a see-through cover-up blouse for the top. Leaving our condo dressed like that was part of my plan to get back at my annoying boyfriend!
Next to the dock, there was a building with what seemed like an ocean of scuba cylinders lined up along its outside walls. A young shirtless guy was working next to a noisy machine. It wasn’t a bad sight to see!
“He’s filling the cylinders for this afternoon’s dive outings,” Jim clarified as if he was reading my mind.
I followed him inside the building. It didn’t smell good! At all.
“What the hell, Jim!”
“Wet wetsuits,” he explained, “don’t smell like roses, especially when people pee in them!”
“What? Fuck! I… Don’t… Do I have to wear one of those things?”
“You’ll be fine in the pool. We’ll figure something out before going on the boat tomorrow.”
“We are going out on the boat, tomorrow?”
He paused and locked eyes with me again. “Sorry! I’m assuming you will love it and want to go in the ocean but… Your call, obviously!”
As we talked, he grabbed gear, here and there. He signaled me to sit, and he kneeled in front of me.
“Oh!” I giggled. “I like scuba already!”
He didn’t acknowledge my comment and worked on fitting fins on my feet.
“Does it come with a foot massage?” I asked, still trying to flirt with him despite his relentless, annoying gentlemanly attitude. Still nothing! He put a set of fins aside, then had me try more dive gear. Eventually, we left with a bag of stuff. At no point was there anybody else in the shop beside the two of us.
I guess they trust him!
We sat at a table by the side of the pool, where he went through explaining a bunch of life-threatening and life-saving things to me. What we were doing was called a DSD, he said.
“Do Sex & Scuba?” I questioned.
Jim smiled and, for the first time, looked down at my breasts visible through the transparent top I was wearing.
“Discover Scuba Diving,” he chuckled. Apparently, it was too boring for his three travel buddies to dive in the pool, so they were on an afternoon dive boat.
He had me fill out many forms. I had to acknowledge that I could die, and it wouldn’t be his fault, even if it were. There was also a medical questionnaire.
“You want to know if I am pregnant? Isn’t that getting a bit intimate?”
He didn’t reply but looked at my belly, this time. I was making progress!
After a lot of blah-blah, we were finally ready to jump in the water. I removed my see-through blouse and jumped topless in the pool.
“Hmm…” he said. “I don’t know if topless is allowed, here. I’ve never seen…”
“You’ve never seen naked boobs?” I interrupted.
“Here!” he snarled.
Finally, I was getting him onto topics outside of scuba diving.
“Well… Don’t I have a vest to wear, anyway?”
He shook his head and raised his shoulders. “If we get a warning… We’ll see.”
Despite my initial intentions, I didn’t do much flirting and teasing in the pool. Jim had me perform a bunch of weird, non-sexual things, including breathing underwater! At one point, he put his hand underneath the cummerbund of my scuba vest to hold me down. He touched my skin, and I liked it almost as much as I was enjoying blowing bubbles underwater.
I was shivering when we exited the pool.
“Ya,” he exclaimed, “even in relatively warm water, you eventually get cold underwater.”
“Get used to the high beams being on,” he added, pointing at my erect, naked nipples.
I stood there speechless. It was the first time he was saying something specific about my body.
“And I guess we have to get used to smaller cocks, then?” I grinned.
“Indeed!” he laughed.
The sun warmed me pretty quickly. We grabbed the scuba gear and headed back to the dive shop. I remained topless, and he didn’t say anything about it. We encountered a few other guests on our path. Many of them looked away, but of course, quite a few men stared at my naked grapefruits, including an older man who got elbowed by his old lady.
I bet it will hurt for the rest of the week!
“I have never been naked in front of strangers before today,” I stated.
“Really?” he gasped. “It doesn’t look like it!”
“Well… I went to see you guys this morning to piss off my boyfriend who was being an ass!”
He looked at me with an interrogation mark on his forehead, so I explained the situation to him. For some reason, Jim felt like an old friend although I had only met him a few hours earlier.
“Well,” he concluded, “I’m glad your boyfriend was an ass!”
“You do?” I replied. “Why? For… What?” I said while shaking my body to have my mammaries bounce around.
“Because I love introducing people to the underwater world,” he quickly replied before continuing, after a short pause, “and you are pleasing to the eyes, of course!”
I was making headway! I smiled wondering if I would eventually go from making headway to giving head.
At the dive shop, the young man seemingly in charge of the joint followed us inside this time. His eyes never stopped looking at my body which was fully exposed except for a small piece of clothing in front of my vulva.
As we walked out, Jim looked at the young man.
“I was to give your hands some tips but it seems your eyes got tits,” Jim said, nodding in my direction. The young man’s face turned red almost instantly, and he looked down.
“Oh my god, Jim!” I said once we were outside. “Poor guy!”
“Poor guy? Come on! You made his day! Maybe his month! Dive shops are usually populated by old men, not bouncy beauties…”
“Careful, you will make me blush!”
Back at Jim’s cabin on the beach, he set his dive gear on an outside chair to drip and dry. I casually removed my bikini bottom and placed it next to his stuff. I was now, truly, totally, naked in front of a stranger. Every inch of my skin. Outside. In the sun.
I was glad I went for waxing before vacation. At the time, I thought I was doing it for my boyfriend. Oh, well!
“You have a towel?” I inquired casually.
He got me one. I slowly dried my body, then tied the towel around my waist. It seemed like I was getting used to being topless in public. He gave me details on when and where to meet the following day for my first ocean dive.
Just before leaving him, I stood on my tippy toes and kissed him briefly on the mouth.
“Thank you!” I smiled at him while slowly moving my body away from his. I don’t even know why I did it, but I savored seeing the expression on his face! I wished John had seen it.
I walked next door to my condo. I found my boyfriend sitting on the couch with his smartphone.
“What the fuck, John!” I spurted. “Nothing better to do on vacation? We paid for a cabin on the beach, remember?”
He looked at me or, more precisely, at the naked twins.
“You just walk around topless in front of everybody now?” he hissed.
I squarely stood in front of the couch and let the towel drop.
“No! Not topless. Naked, honey!”
I persisted there for half a minute to give it time to sink into his sulking head; then, I wandered to the shower.
After taking a shower, I looked around for clothes to wear before walking out of the bathroom, and then I remembered I had walked in with none. It was new for me!
As I walked back to the living room in my birthday suit, I saw and heard Jim knocking on the patio door. My boyfriend was still sitting on the couch, wasting precious vacation time on his smartphone.
This is great!
I scurried to the patio door and opened the door, letting my boyfriend see me naked head to tow in front of a stranger. I liked the position I was in. Jim was getting the front side of my body with exposed boobs and pussy. My sulking boyfriend was getting my ass!
Fuck him!
“I forgot,” Jim said, seemingly unaffected by the spectacle, “you will need a wetsuit for tomorrow. We should go to the village now to get you a proper one. They only have rental gear, here. With pee! Remember? And we won’t have time tomorrow morning before the dive boat leaves.”
“Oh?” I said. “Village… I need to get dressed?”
Jim nodded in the affirmative. I signaled him to come in.
“Give me a minute!” I said. “John, meet my scuba instructor Jim. Jim, meet John, my boyf… Ex-boyfriend, soon, maybe!”
John stood up and walked out. I turned back toward Jim. I was enjoying being exposed to him. It had taken so long for him to look at more than my eyes!
“Oh, well,” I said, “his lost!”
“Indeed,” Jim replied, looking at me, head to toe, finally.
Part 3 of “Punishing a Jealous Boyfriend” is available here:
You can participate in more Brooke adventures in book 3 of “A Sultry Life series.”
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