Tease | Erotica | Nudity
Diving Deeper Into My Beach & Scuba Vacation With My Dive Instructor
Should you play with an attractive, handsome neighbor if your boyfriend is sulking? For sure! And make sure he knows!
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 3 of “Punishing a Jealous Boyfriend.”
You will find Part One here:
And Part 2, here:
I was with Jim in a Toyota pickup truck that didn't seem to have shock absorbers anymore. Or the road on this tropical island was that of a war zone. Or both!
Jim was driving me to town to purchase a wetsuit before my first open-water dive in the ocean on the next day. He was a dedicated dive instructor!
“Town” was a big word. It was a one-street affair with a few stores and many bars.
“We’re… Surfing, now?” I asked after Jim parked in front of a store with surfboards all over their front wall.
“They have nicer-looking wetsuits,” he explained.
We walked to the back of the store. Jim seemed to know the place. He guided me to a rack of multicolor wetsuits.
“In the dive shop,” he added, “they don’t have much of anything but black! I assumed you wanted something sexier.”
“You assumed right, Sir!”
An older man joined us. He looked at me, head to toe then handed me a wetsuit. I glanced around for a changing room but didn’t see any.
“Take your shorts off,” the old man directed. “These metal hooks could damage the wetsuit.”
I had dressed in my hard-rock-looking shorts with numerous metal rings and as many holes in the fabric. With that, I was wearing a white tank top molding my nipples quite visibly. I loosened my shorts and pushed them down. Jim chuckled. They were both looking at my bare ass and unprotected pussy.
“Ok… Well…” the clerk continued after a few seconds of hesitation. “You can’t try it naked either. Hygiene!”
I shrugged, unsure of what the solution was. Jim pointed to a rack of bathing suits at the entrance to the store. I walked there with my naked ass. A young couple walked in but walked right back out after the gal saw me half-naked — the bottom half at that! She pulled her boyfriend out like a doggy on a leash!
I picked a bikini of the correct size. I didn’t need another bathing suit, so I wouldn’t spend time selecting the design or color. As I turned around, the young man who had been dragged out by his girlfriend walked back in. I didn’t know what happened between them, but I could guess why he was back. His eyes were squarely locked on my pussy.
I walked away, swinging my bare butt as much as I could in flip-flops. I took a mental note to find flip-flops with some sort of heels.
Back in the wetsuit area, as I was ready to put the bikini bottom on and try the wetsuit, I noticed the young man had followed me to the back of the store, pretending to look at the wetsuits while gazing at me. I savored that feeling of being seen in the nude. I had discovered exhibitionism on the spur of the moment as a way to piss my boyfriend off, but it turned out I relished male eyes caressing my skin, longing for touching. The power was mine! And I could feel it. Three men were staring at me — a young guy, a middle-aged dive instructor, and an older man. I had the full spectrum of testosterone!
It felt so good that before trying the wetsuit, I pulled my tank top over my head, letting the girls bounce out. I was now totally nude except for my flip-flops.
“You were fine with that top to try the wetsuit,” the old man said. “The metal rings were the issue.”
I shrugged and slowly put on the bikini top while facing the wetsuit rack where the young man was eyeing me. I let my boobs be exposed for as long as I could. Then I covered my butthole and pussy with the bikini bottom before finally trying the wetsuit on. Jim zipped me up in the back. I felt like my body had lost all flexibility to move, and I told Jim.
“You’ll get used to it. The wetsuit will adjust to your body. And it will feel different underwater.”
And then, I noticed a wetsuit with a front zipper.
“Why not this one?”
The old man gave it to me to try. As I removed the first wetsuit, I dragged my bikini bottom down. That neoprene thing was tight! After slowly re-hiding my sex parts, I tried that second wetsuit. The feeling of tightness was similar.
“They both fit you,” the old man said.
“I like this one,” I said to Jim while unfastening the front zipper and looking in the mirror. The zipper was going down much past the bottom of my breasts. I imagined I could have more fun on the dive boat with that one than with a back-zippered wetsuit!
By the time I removed the wetsuit, Jim was at the cash register with the sales clerk. The younger guy was still pretending to be shopping while staring at me. I pushed down the bikini bottom.
“Where are my shorts?” I asked, looking at the young man, although I knew they were at my feet. He sprung to my rescue, bending in front of my naked pussy to pick the shorts up and give them to me. I love how men are so readily available to help a damsel in distress! I made sure to have lengthy hand contact with him while taking the shorts.
“Thank you,” I said while turning around and walking half-naked to the cash register. I could feel the young man's eyes on my naked ass. At the counter, I nonchalantly put my shorts on.
“How much?” I asked.
“It’s taken care of,” Jim said.
“Bathing suit, too, I guess?”
Jim nodded and handed me the bag.
“You’re ready for tomorrow!”
Back at the resort, I gave Jim a thank-you hug and a good-night kiss before going to the cabin John and I had rented. My boyfriend was not there. It seemed strange to me that I didn’t care.
Better a ghost than a man sulking like a baby!
I undressed and slipped between the bedsheets, wondering what I would see on my first dive.
I don’t know how long I had slept when I heard my boyfriend swearing in the living room. I got up more by curiosity than anything else. He was holding his right foot. It seemed like he had banged his toes on something.
“Still naked?” he hissed. He started swearing and saying stuff I could barely understand. He was drunk! It was more verbal diarrhea than communication! I shrugged and went back to bed. He followed, pushed his pants down, and grabbed me. I kicked him away. He began swearing even more and calling me names.
Earlier in the week, I was expecting, even waiting for him to come “take me away” when I exhibited my body to strangers. I wanted him to be a man! But now, I didn’t want him at all. Not anymore. And, besides, his cock was dangling as soft as ever. He was too drunk to get an erection! He knew it, and it got him even more pissed off. He grabbed me again, pushing my head down toward his flapping cock.
“Nobody could get that tiny dick of yours hard tonight!” I yelled while freeing myself. I didn’t want to be around him anymore, so I walked right out, not even bothering to close the patio door behind me. I heard him yelling at me to come back as I walked to our neighbor's cabin.
Jim was on the porch, looking at me as I walked toward him in my birthday suit. He shook his head. He could hear my boyfriend as well as I could! He opened the door and signaled me to get in.
“I’ll take the couch,” he said while pointing to a room that I assumed was his.
“No way!” I replied immediately. “I need strong arms to hide into tonight!”
His eyes looked at my naked boobs, then traveled down my belly and stopped on my exposed pussy. I could see a bulge growing inside his boxer shorts.
“I’m married, Brooke!”
“I didn’t ask for sex!” I shrugged. “Be a man and hold me tight!”
I grabbed his hand and dragged him to his bedroom.
Part 4 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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