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Remembering When I Was 18: Showing My Tits & Sucking Cocks on Vacation!
A one-week tropical vacation with two daddies and a granddaddy. Old cocks and young tits go well together! [Sex Confession]
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.
I’ve been saying that my sex life took off when I moved to South Florida a little over two years ago, especially as a fuck toy to a married couple using me while also sharing me with their friends. I love it so much that I am wondering… How was I before living with my toes in the sand? And, you know what? Maybe I was wild all along and simply not realizing it.
For instance, at 18 years old, I sucked the cock of my scuba diving instructor (let’s call him ‘James’) at the back of his dive shop in exchange for a dive computer. For a while, I pretended it was just a one-off ‘wild thing’ I had done, but I kept on sucking his cock after school on Fridays to get the shifts I wanted in the dive shop. And today, tequila shots on a long chair by the pool are helping me bring back memories.
Do you want to hear about my first dive trip as a scuba diving instructor? I was 18 years old and the only human with a pussy in the group. I bet you do… Pervs! (Just kidding! I love you like that!) Here it comes.
I taught scuba diving as a sideline while still in school. Dive instructors are so grossly underpaid that it can hardly be more than that!
From 14 to 17 years old, I took a bunch of scuba diving courses and started my divemaster course when I was 17. I had to wait to turn 18 before completing the divemaster course. Then I jumped right into the scuba diving instructor development course (IDC) and graduated a mere few weeks later, having picked up a free dive computer along the way — assuming that sucking cocks is not a currency per se!
Already, after teaching topless my first scuba class as a new dive instructor, I made comments to the effect that chlorine was not what I had in mind when I became a scuba diving instructor! So James invited me to come on his dive trip, leaving the week after. I guess I was good at sucking cocks and swallowing!
The dive shop regularly organized expeditions to exotic destinations, and two staff members would always go for free in exchange for taking charge of pampering the paying guests. This one was to Roatan, an island in Honduras.
We were at Miami airport, transferring flights, when I realized the plan was for James and me to share a room. It was my first group travel as a staff member, and I hadn’t even thought of that part of the logistics! James and I were the only two staff members, while I was the only girl in the group.
“Free-traveling staff members have to suck it up!” he said. Yes! Of course, I wondered if he meant “suck it,” but I had already seen, licked, and sucked his penis and balls, so… Whatever!
However, he had never seen me naked, and I was sure that he wanted to look at my boobs by the way he stared at me at the dive shop. You know… Old married men have little control over themselves around young women — in my experience, anyway.
And here’s the thing… I remember feeling good about the ‘power’ I had. He wanted to see my naked body, and I was gonna have fun with that all week. It is not new that I like to tease men with my skin. I was born that way.
I discussed the trip afterward with my Mom, but I’m sure he never told his wife.
On our first night at the resort, he got out of the bathroom buck naked after brushing his teeth and getting ready for bed. He was semi-erect, and it made me smile. He was thinking of me! And it reminded me of my dive computer. His hardening penis was a tool for me to control him.
I went in the bathroom after him, but I came out with a towel around my body and then switched to a t-shirt when he wasn’t looking. The funny thing is that I always slept naked at home.
At 13, I ditched the pajamas my mom wanted me to wear in bed. I never understood why people wear these things. I prefer it when the sheets slide on my naked body. I don’t like it when the sheets follow me because of fabric-to-fabric friction.
In any case, my parents were understanding, loving people. They were not nudists. I mean, I’ve seen my dad’s cock, especially in our backyard pool and on the sundeck, but he wasn’t always naked. I was! My parents didn’t object to me being naked at home, even when we had guests. Actually, it was my mom who encouraged me to do so. My dad expressed concerns a few times but never won a discussion with my mom! (I’m not sure I can discuss these early years of my life on Medium, so I share them on Smashwords!)
In any case, it was unusual for me to sleep in a T-shirt. It was a relatively short one. He could see the bottom of my ass cheeks and the lower end of my vulva. Yet, he was fixated on the shape of my young perky boobs showing through the shirt, and I remember enjoying it — especially appreciating the fact that it would be for me to decide if and when he would see them.
By the way, as far as I am concerned, it is not ‘objectification’ when I am the one controlling the ‘object’!
By the way, there were two beds in our cabin. James didn’t invite me to his bed, and I didn’t show that I wanted to join. I wondered how long that would last! He was like a wolf in the hen house…
In the morning, I put my bikini on while in the bathroom, and then we spent the whole day scuba diving and entertaining his paid clients. We invested more time at the pool bar than on the dive boat!
Devoting a whole day to wearing nothing more than a bikini and flip-flops is great. I love it now in South Florida, and I loved it then. Well, actually, for the current month of June, I am committed to remaining in the nude until the 4th of July, but that is a different story.
For our second night in Roatan, we initially followed the same routine as the day before. He walked around in the nude, proudly displaying his male rod all around the room. I kept a short T-shirt on. One difference is that he grew some balls and got closer to what he wanted by coming into the bathroom while I was brushing my teeth without knocking first. Sadly for him, I had already put on my T-shirt, and I almost laughed.
Then, he asked me why I was wearing a T-shirt since it was not cold. We both preferred to sleep with open windows and no air conditioning. Our cabin was on the waterfront, and we could hear the ocean all night. It was paradise!
I told him he could be my grandfather, and he was married. It didn’t bother me, but I loved seeing him longing for my body. He didn’t reply, but then, as I was falling asleep, he pulled the bedsheet off my body and placed his head between my legs. Seeing a half-bald, half-gray-hair head going down on me brought wetness to my pussy pretty quickly. I have to admit; I always had it for old men.
I had sucked his cocks regularly over the prior weeks. It was the first time the roles were reversed. And, gosh, that man was good with his tongue! I put my young legs on top of his shoulders, clarifying that he was welcome to continue.
To this day, my best orgasms have been with old men or women. It’s not just that old men seem to know more about how to please me, which women have also. It’s like I sense strong worshipping vibes in everything old men do with my body!
With his face between my legs, his tongue on my clit, and fingers up my vagina, he tried to push my t-shirt up with his other hand. But I held it down with both hands as I exploded in pleasure. The mind-thrilling climax he gave me was heightened by the fact I was preventing him from seeing my boobs while he was desperate to gain access. It was such a rush! I was born a brat.
After making me come, he got on his knees next to me on my bed. His old cock was hard as a rock. The power of Viagra and Cialis! I reciprocated by providing oral sex pleasure, licking his balls, and sucking his cock.
At one point, I wanted him, but he stopped me from sitting on his dick. He said he was married. We exchanged a few words while I was serving his penis. For him, we were not ‘having sex’ as long as he did not penetrate me. It is fascinating to me to see the extent to which men will go to intellectually pretend they are not having sex outside marriage.
So I went back to acting on his cock until my mouth got full of gooey stuff.
I remember going to the bathroom afterward, although I had swallowed his load, rinsing my mouth to get rid of all the pubic hair in it. Like so many men, he was not trimmed between his legs. Every lick of his balls sent pubic hair into my mouth.
The (not so) funny thing is that I thought it was normal. I only realized that men’s balls could be as smooth as I keep my body when I paid attention to porn videos. Yes, I know! I was late on that front, but what can I tell you? I was never interested in porn, no matter how easy it was to see that stuff anywhere.
In fact, for many years, I thought it was normal for me to end up with a mouthful of pubic hair, to swallow every time a man ejaculated in my mouth, and to deep-throat every cock I sucked. That was taught to me by my first boyfriend. What a self-serving prick!
But it’s okay. I grew up like that, and so I learned to have no issue with these three things. It has its advantages since I now enjoy being used as a fuck toy, and the more I can take all of what the male beasts ditch at me, the better!
I still didn’t sleep in his bed.
On the next day, we retired to our quarters early at the end of the afternoon and spent time on the deck between our cabin and our neighbors’. Two divers from our group were staying in that other one.
We went for a beach swim at sunset, before I changed into my night T-shirt. I then noticed our neighbors still sitting outside, and I joined them. I wasn’t totally naked, but I remember stretching my hands up at one point, exposing my pussy, just before James joined us with beer for all.
One thing led to another, and I ended up sitting on the knees of one of our neighbors. He extensively caressed my legs while we kept chatting and drinking until his hand got higher up and his thumb touched my clit. I moaned. James left at that point, and I remember having been excited about letting another man play with my body in front of my roommate, who desperately wanted me.
The man invited me to his cabin. His roommate followed and joined, of course… Men! The sex was ordinary except that I had fun looking at the door, wondering if James would come to ‘claim me,’ but he never did. Too many men give up too quickly!
I woke up naked in the other guy’s bed while the sun was coming up. I put my T-shirt back on and went to my cabin, where I found James lying on his back with his eyes open. He looked sad.
I jumped on his bed, placed a leg on each side of his face, and lowered my pussy onto his lips. James, once again, provided awesome oral sex services. I don’t know what urged me to do it. It was the first time I sat on a man’s face after having sex with another one, and it was thrilling.
“Sex was so good with these guys!” I said while he worshipped my pussy. “Too bad you are married!”
I sensed renewed energy in his tongue when I mentioned sex with the neighbors, so I did it again on the following nights, and it paid off every time! To my surprise, his tongue went into overdrive every time I mentioned that two cocks had been in there a few hours earlier.
After my pussy was worshipped, I simply went to have a shower and put my bikini on for another day of scuba diving, leaving him in bed with a hard cock pointing at the ceiling. It gives me shivers to think about it. One day, early in the week, when I got out of the bathroom, his cock was soft, and he had tissue paper in his right hand. That got me giggling!
And that’s mostly how the rest of the week went, except he never had to use tissue again. My mouth was there for him!
Every evening, I showed the naked bottom part of my body on the terrace between our two cabins, spent the first part of the night having sex with two men who could both be my father and started the morning getting my pussy worshipped by a man who could be my grandfather.
And all along, I kept my boobs hidden from James. It is still making me laugh as I think about it now! The two ‘daddies’ next door got plenty of play time with my naked tits, though. The more I knew James wanted to see the girls, the more I enjoyed letting our neighbors fondle them. My young nipples got plenty of attention!
Every time I sat on James' face after sex with the neighbors, he always welcomed me. He was a sport! He also always tried to push my t-shirt up, and I always fought to keep it down. It was a fun game that delivered many orgasms during that week!
Since I started sharing My Sex Life Diary and writing erotica short stories, I have been blessed with tremendous support from readers, many of whom sent me messages stating, among other things, that I was particularly creative. The thing is… Am I?
It just happens that I am pretty active and audacious sexually. Are people born with a high sex drive or… How does that work? I don’t go out of my way to find sexual adventures. I just jump (pun intended) on opportunities with no hesitation. It’s my life, my body.
And my erotica short stories are inspired by real-life events on which I build what I would have liked to experience.
- Evil Emma: She enjoys teasing men (especially old men) just like I do. I simply push the limits beyond what I have done.
- Brooke: She’s a scuba diving instructor like me, and her stories are inspired by my experience in a male-dominated sport, to which I add my own fantasies. For instance, I would love to be on an all-male dive trip like this one. Maybe one day? Update: In 2023, I organized my ultimate sex & scuba vacation, finally!
Only a handful of my erotica short stories are disconnected from my life, like those sex-in-the-office adventures.
So what do you think?
Writing this story has made me remember other adventures I had when I was 18 and 19 years old while still living at home. For instance, I have given blow jobs underwater in the pool but never in the ocean. I will write you a report about the pool, and I will work on making the ocean one happen… Stay tuned!
Thanks so much for supporting me as a writer and for your interest in my sex life. I often think of you when other men and women are using me. You are my motivation to try new things and push my limits!
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