Nudity | Exhibitionist | Teen Slut | Scuba Diving | My Sex Life
How I Became an Exhibitionist While Teaching Scuba Diving at 18 Years Old. Tits = Tips!
I was ‘fresh meat’ in a world full of men & I discovered that naked teenager boobs = hard cocks = good tips! It helped me become comfortable as an exhibitionist [My Sex Life Diary]
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.
The week after becoming a scuba diving instructor, I showed up at the pool to teach my first open-water diver course. Classes were scheduled by the dive center owner, and his store staff sold the courses. Instructors just had to show up. I had done it quite a few times as a divemaster, who is the assistant to the instructor, so I was familiar with the process.
There were three guys and a gal. She was from South America, visiting relatives, and spoke with a heavy accent. The three guys look like a poster for multi-generational activities: a young guy, a middle-aged one, and an older gentleman.
The pool was at the back of the dive store. We didn’t have official change rooms. Students could use the bathrooms at the back of the store. However, most people changed by the pool, using a towel to cover their body. It’s the same way we regularly do on dive boats. Nudity is not common, but it is not uncommon.
Changing by the pool is what I did on that day, and the new student-divers followed my lead, although I told them they could use the bathrooms.
The South American girl didn’t use a towel, though. She casually stripped naked facing the wall, so no matter how much the three guys stared, they didn’t see the pussy. I felt their pain! I noticed the absence of tan lines, and I understood why after she put on the bottom part of a string bikini. From the back, she was virtually nude!
And she turned around. No top! And no tan lines.
Two of the guys were frozen like statues, staring. The other one was trying to pretend he didn’t see. Isn’t it strange how men react to female bodies? These guys must have seen breasts before, but… They were still subdued. She was a beauty. I had to give them that! Her breasts were semi-firm, gracefully bouncing around with every one of her moves, with nipples I even remember finding attractive myself.
The tiny piece of clothing barely covering her vulva probably helped these cocks grow more than if she had been naked.
Where I grew up, men typically wear bathing suits that are like boxer shorts. These shorts do not provide much elastic constraint to keep the cock in place. So, when the male rod gets hard inside the bathing suit, it becomes pretty apparent!
I guess I was frozen for a while, too, wondering what to do with her while smirking at the three cocks visibly stiffening. During our scuba diving instructor development course, my instructor trainer didn’t cover what to do in these situations!
I started diving at a young age with my dad during family vacations. I loved it so much that my daddy selected destinations for our family vacations based on the type of diving I wanted to do. My mom’s preferences were rarely factored in. She was the “outsider” staying by the pool or on the beach. I guess I had my dad wrapped around my little finger!
Now that I think of it, my dad probably enjoyed parading his sexy teenage daughter on dive boats where, for the most part, we encountered plenty of other men and very few women.
At home, I was often in the nude in front of my dad. I had seen my parents naked, especially in the pool and on the sundeck, but they were not all-day nudists. Yet, they also didn’t insist that I hide my body. I slept naked from an early age and never rushed to get dressed in the morning. My daddy’s friends would regularly have a good look at my naked boobs and pussy when coming to visit or pick up my dad.
At the time, it didn’t use the label “exhibitionist.” I knew I enjoyed men smiling when they looked at me. I always sought to be the center of attention! I know that. But men would smile at me even when I was dressed. I realized they certainly had sexual thoughts but spent little time thinking about it. I simply soaked in all the attention I could get.
And that goes for men on dive boats. I always wore tiny bikinis and usually changed on the boat, using a towel as my changing room. I never covered my breasts, and, of course, the towel dropped a few times. It never was a problem for my dad. I remember him making jokes about it a few times in a casual fashion.
In other words, I wasn’t brought up as a nudist. Yet, at the same time, my nudity was not just tolerated but celebrated. And that certainly contributed to me having no shame in exposing every inch of the skin I carry around.
In any case, I was always fascinated by the dive professionals taking care of us during these dive outings. It seemed like a perfect job! Little did I know at the time that dive instructors and divemasters barely made any money.
So when I was getting close to turning 18, I insisted on starting my divemaster training. A divemaster is like a tour guide for dive tourists and can also assist dive instructors during scuba lessons. I had to be 18 to become a divemaster, but I could start training for it before that day, and I did. So when I turned 18, I quickly completed the training and became the youngest divemaster ever to graduate at that dive center.
I started my scuba diving instructor course immediately after. That required about two weeks for an instructor development course (IDC) followed by a 2-day instructor examination (IE).
Now that I write about my sex life and dig into my memories, I remember that one of my dad’s friends was also a scuba diver, and we used his big SUV to get to the dive site for the IE. My dad was out of town that weekend, and his friend had volunteered to keep an eye out and help his daughter! Now I understand that he always had a hard-on for me. I guess I am naïve sometimes!
He particularly insisted on volunteering to hold the towel when I changed by the car. He told me recently that he really enjoyed watching my nude body dripping in water with my long, wet hair sticking to my boobs. Now I understand why he was holding the towel a bit far from me. He wanted a better angle to explore my boobs, ass, and pussy!
Men!
But I am not complaining. It’s the same man who has been letting me use his beach condo in South Florida for more than 2 years now!
Having tits and being young has its privileges in our society! And I intend to enjoy them all because I won’t have firm tits and a tight pussy forever.
For instance, as I reported earlier, I took advantage of the dive center’s owner’s cock to get a free dive computer during my instructor development course, and I have no shame about it. He got what he wanted; I got what I wanted; and we both had fun.
All of that is to say that my naked teenage body has been part of my becoming a dive instructor, although I only realized how much recently as I dove into writing reports on my sex life. Writing can be therapeutic. It sure is a valuable introspection tool!
So, I shouldn’t be surprised that nudity and sex were in the air around that pool during my first open water diver course as a dive instructor. It was destiny! I think I was born to be a sex-facilitating tool or, at least, a cock-hardening device!
But wait! On that day, penises were not getting hard because of me. I wasn’t the center of attention. That South American beauty and her generous breasts were.
I didn’t know what to do, so I innocently asked about her bikini top. Her reaction was priceless. She looked around, totally confused.
“The old man in the shop said bathing suits were optional,” she reacted.
It turned out that being topless was normal in her country, and she didn’t think about bringing a bikini top on her trip.
On top of that, there was an old staff member in the dive shop who liked to make jokes with sexual innuendos. He thought it was funny. She thought he was serious. I guess we were lucky she even brought the bottom part of her bikini. Well… Maybe not everybody was lucky. The guys would certainly have preferred she didn’t.
I shrugged and started the course. Did I mention I didn’t know what to do? In the scuba diving instructor development course, they teach us how to demonstrate scuba diving skills but nothing about dealing with sex, although there is often a sexual vibe when humans end up half-naked around sunshine & water.
I guess the fact that I had regularly been seen naked by grown-up men added to the fact that this situation wasn’t a big deal to me.
Early on in the pool session of the open water diver course, I realized I had difficulties keeping my students' attention. Actually, the gal was listening to me just fine. But the three male beasts were constantly turning their head toward the South American boobs & nipples!
I remember saying something like: “OK, guys! Instructor is here!” using the sign often used when a woman says, “Eyes are up here!”
They looked at me like kids who had been caught stealing candies. I giggled and added, “And she has tits, too!”
I don’t know why, but I instinctively followed that sentence by untying my bikini top and sliding it off from underneath my BCD, which is a vest we use to control our buoyancy. The scuba vest leaves the front open, though. The part that inflates is mainly in the back.
The pairs of eyes in front of me became like those of kids who had been offered candies! Men are so easy to control. All you need is tits!
We completed the course with two sets of naked breasts for three pairs of male eyes. The South American beauty and I both got plenty of time in their fields of vision.
“Thank you!” she told me as we got out of the pool. She thought I had exposed my 18-year-old boobs for the whole pool session to help her feel comfortable. Well… Maybe I did. Or maybe I didn’t want her to get all the attention. Either way, I simply answered: “Welcome!”
I continued to support her contribution to soothing men’s eyes and hardening cocks by remaining topless when we sat on benches for debriefing. I now remember enjoying it so much that I remained topless while extensively chatting with each one of them, with my teenage nipples free to point at them. People breathing underwater for the first time tend to admire their dive instructors. I was their hero on top of being a desirable piece of fresh meat!
I got dressed when they were all gone.
But guess what happened before they left? I got tips! The three guys gave me tips at the end of their first scuba diving pool lesson. That almost never happens. In fact, I had never seen it before when I helped other dive instructors.
Soon, I became the only dive instructor in the dive center to regularly receive tips during dive lessons. Guess why? I regularly ‘forgot’ to bring my bikini top, or it ‘felt’ while doing scuba diving skills. I got tips pretty much every time male students got to see my teenage boobs and nipples. Typically, the older the man, the bigger the tips.
It seemed like the dive center owner knew what was going on because the groups I was assigned to were almost always exclusively composed of male students and, more precisely, old men. Maybe that’s the reason I’m addicted to pleasing old men with my body!
With hindsight, I’m figuring out that teaching scuba diving as a young female dive instructor contributed to making me comfortable with being an exhibitionist. The fact is that I genuinely enjoy being seen in the nude, especially by men and, more specifically, by older men — whether or not I get tips. But getting tips for tits was a good thing when I was 18 and 19 years old as a full-time student with no other sources of income.
I’ve already reported on my first dive trip as a dive instructor that happened a couple of weeks later with a group of divers from that dive center — a trip during which I showed my tits quite often and sucked a few old cocks.
I’m trying to think of what else could interest you.
There’s that time I was assigned to teach a private scuba diving course for a single, rich guy. It turned out he was a nudist and asked if he had to wear a bathing suit. I’ll tell you the rest soon. It led to a series of private scuba diving sessions and BBQ evenings by his pool at home. Stay tuned!
There have been quite a few instances of my body being naked at that dive center before moving to South Florida a little over two years ago.
I’ve shared some of these events in answers on Quora and noticed that quite a few men were getting excited by it. So that made me realize that not all teenagers and young women are as generously exposing their bodies as I have always done.
I guess I always subscribed to #FreeTheNipple and, for me, also #FreeThePussy!
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