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In a Retail Dive Store as a Teenager, I Had the Best Sales Commissions, Thanks to My Young Tits!
Male clients would often buy everything at full price from me once I got their cocks hard by exposing a bit of pussy or boobs. Wardrobe malfunctions, be damn! [Sex Confessions]
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The pay for scuba diving instructors is rather low. So, they often take on additional work at the dive store as sales clerks to get by. As the owners of dive stores are also strapped for cash (it’s a strange industry), they’re usually only able to pay the store staff via commission on sales.
That’s for the financial part of things.
When I became a scuba diving instructor at 18 years old, money wasn’t my primary concern, since I was still living with my parents and going to school. Although I welcomed the additional income, of course!
Then, there’s another reason for dive instructors to work in the dive store. People taking scuba diving lessons often like to buy dive gear, courses, and travel from their trusted dive instructor. That part I enjoyed.
As you may remember from my previous sex confessions, I’m quite fond of displaying my naked body. The term “exhibitionist” has always bothered me, as it brings to mind an old man exposing himself in the park! In my case, I show boobs and nipples — something which I don’t think should be hidden more than male nipples. And when the cock-carrying beast in front of me seems eager to see more, I may also show my pussy and buttocks.
What does that have to do with scuba diving?
Well, there is something sensual about scuba diving which often comes with tropical vacations, sandy beaches, blue ocean, and tiny bikinis. So, it’s a welcoming atmosphere for my naked boobs!
What’s more, there is a larger number of men than women taking part in scuba diving. A significant portion of them are elderly males. And I hold the elder cocks in high regard!
All of that to say that I worked part-time in the local dive shop where I did my scuba diving instructor course with the dive store owner who was also an instructor trainer known as a course director. And I had him wrapped around my little finger — or more precisely, I had my tongue wrapped around his cock. He always gave me the shifts I wanted in the store and the courses I wanted to teach. Go figure!
The first time I sucked his cock was to get a free dive computer. It worked!
In any case, this brings us to the topic of this post.
While working in the dive store, I had a lot of fun. I mean, a LOT of fun! With men. And on top of having fun, I generated good sales. Every week, I was the store team member with the highest commissions per hour.
There’s something unique about men. When they get an erection, you can get them to do pretty much anything you want!
On top of that, there’s the macho rule. Male clients buying dive gear from the dive store owner or another male staff would typically negotiate to get a better price and they would buy very few add-ons. But when dealing with me, it was as if they wanted to show how rich and successful they were. Therefore, they would more readily buy anything I would recommend and never negotiate the price.
Men and their cocks!
That was a long introduction. My apologies! Let me, now, give you a few examples of amusing events I had in that store with my nipples, pussy, buttocks, and the credit cards of rich old men.
I mean, often enough, a wink and a flirt was enough to close the sale and that is all I would do when there were other staff members or clients in the store. But when I was alone with a male client, then… It was party time!
The Shoulder Boob
The moment the old man walked into the dive shop, I knew I was in for a treat.
The store was filled with colorful fins, masks, snorkels, regulators, BCDs, wetsuits, and other diving gear, but all my focus was on him. He seemed so vulnerable, like a fish out of water, and I couldn’t help but feel a tingle between my legs at the thought of being his guide through his underwater adventures.
“Hey there,” I said, flashing my most innocent smile as I leaned over the counter, my tank top hanging low enough to reveal some of my cleavage. “Looking to take up scuba diving?”
“Uh, yeah,” he stammered, his eyes unable to resist the allure of my exposed flesh. His gaze wandered down to my short jean shorts, the top button undone, teasing him with what lay just beyond his sight. “I just want something more to do on vacation than sitting at the pool bar.”
“Sounds like you need an adventure,” I purred, straightening up and shifting my weight from one leg to the other. This regularly-practiced little move caused my tank top to slip off one shoulder, and before long, my young, perky boob was on full display for the old man’s hungry eyes.
His pupils dilated as he stared at the smooth curve of my breast, the rosy pink nipple standing erect in the cool air of the shop. It was as if time had stopped, and we were both lost in the erotic moment, sharing a secret that only made it more exciting.
“Where are you thinking of going?” I asked, not even bothering to cover myself. I reveled in the raw desire that radiated from him, soaking it all in like a sunbathing nude goddess.
“Um, I don’t know yet,” he replied, his voice cracking slightly as he struggled to maintain eye contact. “Somewhere tropical, I guess.”
“Good choice,” I said with a wink, knowing full well that my exposed boob was driving him wild. “You know, if you want to make your own schedule, I could give you private lessons instead of joining a group class.”
“Really?” His eyes flicked back and forth between my face and my naked breast, the intensity of his arousal palpable in the air. “I’d like that.”
“Great!” I grinned, feeling the thrill of victory as he pulled out his wallet and handed me his credit card without even asking about the price. The mere thought of having this vulnerable old man all to myself during our scuba lessons made my nipples tingle with anticipation.
“Perfect,” I said, taking his card and brushing my hand against his in the process. “I can’t wait to show you the thrill of breathing underwater.”
The Fake Nipple Piercing
I stood in front of the old man at the dive shop where I worked, clad in a tight tank top that molded to my nipples as if they were begging for attention, showcasing the conspicuous barbell piercing on one nipple. The old man’s eyes flickered appreciatively over my body as he recounted his latest dive trip to Bonaire, raving about the fun he had shore diving whenever he wanted.
“Delisha,” the man said, “you won’t believe how amazing Bonaire is, just dive right off the beach any time you want.”
“Sounds incredible, sir,” I replied with a coy smile, playing with my pierced nipple, hoping he would comment on it.
His gaze locked onto my hand as it gently toyed with the nipple piercing. He swallowed hard before finally gathering the courage to ask, “Does… does it hurt to have your nipple pierced like that?”
“Finally,” I thought to myself, “he noticed.” I had been waiting for him to say something, but less than half the men who came into the store ever dared mention my piercing.
“Want to know a secret?” I asked, grinning mischievously. Without waiting for an answer, I lifted my tank top, revealing my two young perky boobs bouncing free. “It’s a fake piercing,” I confessed, delighting in the shock on the old man’s face as he drank in the sight of my exposed breasts.
“Fake?” he stammered, his eyes glued to my nude chest, taking in every detail of my soft, pink nipples surrounded by smooth, creamy skin.
“Yup,” I confirmed, still holding my tank top up. “Here, let me show you.”
“See?” I added, my voice sultry and playful as I took the two magnetic pieces of the fake nipple piercing apart. My naked breasts were on full display for the old man, who couldn’t help but gawk at their young, perky perfection. The erect pink nipples stood out against my creamy skin, tempting him with their alluring beauty. I reveled in the power I held over him at that moment, knowing he was captivated by my casual exhibitionism.
“Uh…uh…” The man stammered, his eyes darting between my exposed chest and my mischievous gaze. It was clear he was struggling to form coherent thoughts, let alone words.
“Here,” I said, extending my hand to offer him the two pieces of the fake piercing. “You want to put them back on for me?”
The old man’s hands shook as he gingerly took the pieces from me, clearly overwhelmed by the opportunity to touch my young, supple flesh. I guided his hands toward my nipple, the heat from his trembling fingers sending shivers down my spine.
“Go ahead,” I urged him, a seductive smile playing on my lips. “I promise I won’t bite.”
He hesitated for a moment before carefully placing the magnets on either side of my nipple, the metal clicking together as they reconnected. I couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh as the cool metal made contact with my sensitive skin, further fueling the erotic atmosphere.
“Good job,” I teased, watching the way his eyes lingered on my now-adorned nipple. His face flushed with arousal and fascination, but there was also a hint of awe and appreciation for the intimate exchange we’d just shared.
“Thank you,” he finally managed to say, his voice shaky and breathless. I knew he’d never forget this encounter, and neither would I. There was something thrilling about taking control and pushing the boundaries of a stranger, exploring the complexities of human sexual desires in such an unexpected setting.
“Anytime,” I replied with a wink, lowering my tank top back into place.
A Well-Deserved Spanking
The old man walked into the dive shop with a sense of purpose, looking for me as I stood behind the counter. His eyes met mine, and I felt bad. I knew he’d come to pick up his rental gear, but I had been so busy and distracted that I hadn’t prepared it yet. The old man’s eyes seemed to linger on me, taking in my attire — a short, thin sundress that clung to my body like a second skin.
“Hi there!” I greeted him with my signature smile. “I’m so sorry, but your rental gear isn’t ready yet. Give me a second, and I’ll have it fixed up in no time.”
As I collected the necessary equipment, I could feel the weight of the old man’s gaze. My sundress barely covered my breasts, leaving little to the imagination, and molded over my hips seductively. Every movement caused the fabric to brush against my bare skin, sending shivers of excitement through me.
“Again, I’m so sorry,” I apologized while putting together his gear. “I really deserve a spanking for not having this ready when you came in.”
The old man chuckled nervously, shaking his head. “Oh, no, that’s quite alright, young lady. These things happen.”
But I wasn’t about to let it go so easily. I wanted to feel the warmth of his hand on my exposed flesh, and I couldn’t resist teasing him further. I winked at him and caressed my buttocks through the thin fabric of my sundress, continuing to insist. “No, really, I’ve been bad and need to be punished.”
His eyes widened, and his mouth hung open slightly as the reality of my words sunk in. He stared at my body, imagining what lay beneath the tantalizing sundress that barely concealed my most intimate parts. But he remained silent.
“Alright,” I sighed, making up my mind. “If you won’t do it, I’ll just have to take matters into my own hands.” With a sultry smile, I turned away from the old man and faced the wall. My back was now toward him, and I could practically feel his anticipation building.
Slowly, as if teasing him with every inch, I lifted my sundress up to my belly button, revealing my naked buttocks. I never wore panties or bras; they were too restrictive for my tastes. The cool air of the dive shop felt electrifying on my exposed flesh, and I knew the old man’s eyes were glued to my rear end.
I swayed my hips playfully. My buttocks were firm and supple, the perfect handful. They caught the light in the most enticing way, drawing his gaze like a moth to a flame.
But I wasn’t done yet. I wanted him to get an eyeful, so I bent forward, bringing my head close to my ankles. My legs were slightly apart, exposing my pussy to the old man’s view. As I did this, I reached back and slapped my own ass, the sound echoing through the dive shop. “Now, give me that well-deserved spanking!”
The old man seemed frozen, unable to move or speak. His eyes were locked onto my nude pussy and buttocks, and I could tell he was struggling with his desires. It thrilled me to know that I had such a powerful effect on him, even though we were in a public place.
“Come on, don’t be shy,” I insisted, my voice dripping with seduction as I maintained my bent-over position in front of the old man, my exposed pussy and buttocks inviting him to take action. “Give me a nice, hard spanking to make up for my mistake.”
The old man’s hands trembled slightly; I could tell he was trying to muster up the courage. He finally raised his hand and, with obvious hesitation, delivered a gentle slap to my ass. It barely registered as a touch, let alone a punishment.
“Is that all you’ve got?” I teased, glancing back at him with a playful smirk. “I said I deserve a spanking, not a love tap. Make it count — I want to remember this every time I sit down for the rest of the day.”
His face flushed red, and with newfound determination, he raised his hand again. This time, when it connected with my naked flesh, there was a satisfying sting. My body jolted forward from the impact, and I couldn’t help but let out a small moan. The sensation sent a thrilling jolt of pleasure through my core.
“Better,” I cooed, “but I know you can do more than that.”
He hesitated for a moment, stealing another glance at my exposed, young pussy between my legs. Then, with growing confidence, he proceeded to deliver a series of harder slaps, each one leaving a reddening imprint on my bare buttocks. The sound of skin against skin echoed throughout the dive store, mixing with my gasps and moans.
“Ooh, yes, that’s what I needed,” I purred, feeling the heat radiating from my reddened cheeks. Straightening back up, I pulled my sundress down, covering my punished flesh. I gently caressed my sore buttocks through the thin fabric, wincing slightly at the lingering sting.
“Ouch! I will remember to prepare your rental gear from now on,” I promised, still massaging my tender skin. My eyes fell to the obvious erection tenting the man’s pants and I couldn’t help but giggle. He looked both embarrassed and proud — a delicious combination that tickled my mischievous nature.
“Thank you, Sir,” I said sweetly as I stepped closer to him, rising onto my tippy toes. I pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, my warm breath brushing against his skin. His face flushed an even deeper shade of red, and as I pulled away, I gave him a knowing wink that surely lingered in his mind long after he left the store.
Removing a Tiny Bikini as a Purchase Reward
The cold winter day was no match for my tropical spirit as I decorated the dive store with beach-themed ornaments. I stood in a tiny bikini, its bottom tied in knots on each side of my hips, leaving little to the imagination. My small, barely-there bikini top had tie knots behind my neck and back, teasingly revealing my medium-sized, perky breasts. I wore flip-flops and a big sun hat to complete my sultry beach look.
Just as I finished adjusting the last decoration, the door creaked open, and an old man walked in wearing boots and several layers of winter clothing. He froze in place when he saw me, his eyes practically devouring my scantily clad body. I giggled at the contrast, feeling the thrill of exhibitionism pump through my veins.
“Uh… Delisha?” the old man stammered, his cheeks flushed red from the cold or perhaps from seeing me in my titillating outfit.
“Hey!” I greeted him with a warm smile. “You’re taking scuba lessons here, right?”
“Y-yeah,” he replied, still gaping at my body.
“Looking to buy some gear?” I asked, sauntering over to him, making sure to sway my hips seductively.
“Uh, I was thinking about it,” he admitted, swallowing hard. “But maybe just one piece at a time.”
I considered his words while eyeing him up and down, enjoying the power I held over him. It was so liberating to see an older man like him captivated by my young, sensual body.
“Um,” he hesitated, licking his lips as if he was anticipating to feast on my body. “Which piece of dive gear would you recommend I buy first?”
“Listen,” I explained to the old man. “If you’re not comfortable underwater, you may drop out of scuba diving, which would be sad. The best way for you to be fully comfortable and safe is to have a full set: regulator, BCD, wetsuit, and your fins, mask, and snorkel.”
He hesitated, his eyes wandering over my barely covered body. “You know, babe,” he said with a lewd grin, “I can’t help but notice how uncomfortable you look in that tiny bikini. Do you usually sunbathe in the nude?”
“Sometimes,” I admitted with a sly smile. His comments only fueled my exhibitionist desires.
“Then you should remove that bikini and really get into the tropical mood,” he insisted, his voice thick with lust.
My heart raced at the thought of standing completely naked in front of this old man, but I had an idea. “Tell you what,” I offered, “for each set of gear you buy — the full regulator set, BCD, wetsuit, and the fins, mask, and snorkel — you’ll be allowed to pull on one of the four knots holding my bikini together.”
The old man’s eyes widened, and I could tell he was incredibly turned on by the prospect of seeing me naked. He licked his lips and nodded, clearly eager to take me up on my offer. It thrilled me to see just how much he wanted to undress me with his own hands.
“Alright, sweetheart,” he agreed, his voice husky. “Let’s do it. Show me the gear.”
I led him through the store, detailing the benefits of each piece of equipment as he tried to focus on anything other than my tantalizing body. The sexual tension between us was electrifying, and I knew we were both looking forward to the moment he would start to untie my bikini.
“Alright, handsome, here’s your gear,” I said, trying to sound casual as my fingers trembled slightly. “Now, about our little deal…”
“Ah, yes, the deal,” the old man replied, his voice thick with desire. His eyes were fixed on my barely covered body, greedily devouring every inch of exposed skin. “I get to pull those knots, don’t I?”
“First things first, you need to pay for your gear,” I reminded him, feeling a thrill at the power I held over this man. His lustful gaze never left my body as he reached for his wallet and handed me a platinum credit card.
As soon as the transaction was completed, I stepped out from behind the counter and walked toward him, my hips swaying seductively. “You can pull on all four knots now,” I announced, my voice breathy and filled with anticipation.
His hands trembled slightly as he reached for the first knot, the one on my right hip. I stood close to him, feeling the cold air brushing against my warm skin, accentuating the contrast between our attire. His winter coat seemed absurdly bulky and cumbersome compared to my scanty bikini.
“Here goes,” he muttered, tugging at the knot until it came undone. The sensation sent shivers down my spine, and I could feel my arousal growing. He moved to the other side, slowly and deliberately untying the second knot, allowing my bikini bottom to fall to the floor. My young, tight pussy was now fully exposed, framed by the delicate triangle of blonde hair just above it.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed, his eyes drinking in the sight of my nude lower half. I felt a surge of excitement at being so vulnerable and exposed next to this old man bundled up in layers of winter clothing. The contrast was both absurd and incredibly erotic.
“Thank you,” I replied, biting my lip as I took a step back to give him a better view. “But remember, you still have two more knots to go.”
“Believe me, sweetheart, I haven’t forgotten,” he murmured, his lustful gaze never leaving my body. With each passing moment, the sexual tension between us grew stronger, and I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen once my bikini top was gone as well.
“Alright, time for the grand finale,” I said playfully, placing my hands on my hips as the old man approached me. He reached up and grasped the knot behind my neck, his fingers trembling slightly with anticipation. As he pulled the string loose, I could feel my bikini top growing looser, the weight of my breasts pulling it down.
“Here we go,” he mumbled before tugging at the final knot behind my back. My bikini top slid off effortlessly, leaving me standing there completely naked except for my flip-flops and sun hat. The cold air caressed my nipples, causing them to stiffen and ache with desire.
“Wow,” the old man breathed, his eyes roaming over every inch of my exposed body. “You’re an absolute vision, Delisha.”
“Thank you,” I replied coyly, enjoying the sensation of being fully nude in front of him. I couldn’t help but feel a thrill at the contrast between our outfits. His winter coat seemed absurdly bulky and cumbersome compared to my now non-existent bikini.
“Your tits are perfect, young lady. Just like ripe melons ready to be picked,” he chuckled, making a crude grabbing motion with his hands. Rather than feeling offended, his comment only served to fuel my excitement.
“Ha! You know what they say about blondes having more fun,” I joked, giving my boobs a little shake for emphasis. “And trust me, these ‘melons’ sure do enjoy a good time.”
“Speaking of which,” he continued, his gaze lingering on my pussy, “I bet that sweet little thing could make a grown man cry tears of joy.”
As the old man gazed at my body, I could see the desire burning in his eyes. It was clear that he wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch my exposed flesh. My nipples hardened under his intense stare, and a shiver of excitement ran down my spine. I found myself wondering what it would feel like to have his hands on me, exploring every inch of my young, toned body.
“Listen,” I began, biting my lip as I tried to keep my composure. “Touching wasn’t part of the deal, remember? But if you book that dive trip for which I am the scheduled trip leader, maybe I’ll let you touch while we’re on the trip.”
The old man’s eyes widened, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of hope in them. He licked his lips, his gaze dropping to my perky breasts before slowly traveling down to my smooth pussy.
“Maybe?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Maybe,” I repeated, grinning mischievously. The thought of teasing him during a whole dive trip week sent a thrill through me, awakening desires I hadn’t realized were simmering beneath the surface.
“Alright, Delisha,” he said, letting out a ragged breath. “I’ll book that dive trip. And I’m going to hold you to that promise.”
“Deal,” I replied, extending my hand to seal our agreement. As our fingers brushed against each other, a surge of electricity passed between us. The thought of what might happen on the dive trip left me feeling both nervous and incredibly aroused.
“Can’t wait to see you in your wetsuit,” he added with a smirk, his eyes lingering on my naked body one last time before turning to leave the store.
“Neither can I,” I murmured under my breath as I watched him walk away, feeling a warm flush spread across my cheeks.
As I stood there, naked and exposed in the middle of the dive store, I didn’t even want to put my bikini back on. I’ve always loved being nude. But then, I didn’t know who the next customer would be. So I reluctantly covered my pussy and boobs.
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