Exhibitionism | Erotica | Scuba Diving
Being Nude, Teasing Men, Sex on Vacation & Scuba Diving — Brooke Works on Mastering Her Four New Hobbies!
The Power of Nudity: An open-water student provides hot memories to other scuba divers on the boat — and the dive instructor!
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.
Fiction. This is a new episode in the series of erotica short stories about Brooke, a tourist discovering the joy of public nudity and the beauty of scuba diving during a one-week vacation under tropical skies. Free the nipple! Free the pussy!
“What’s wrong, babe?” Jim asked. We were still in bed, and I was clinging to him as if I needed protection. Even though he refused to have sex with me, he let me sleep in his arms. He was the most faithful married man I had ever met! Sort of. I wondered how his wife would react if she were to find out that a naked woman was in her man’s bed every night on vacation while she was, presumably, at work. I didn’t ask Jim about his wife. I didn’t want to know!
“You seem sad,” he added.
I was, indeed, feeling pitiful. He was very perceptive, and that just gave me another reason to want him. Damn it!
I played with his chest hair, wondering myself what was the reason for the dark cloud over my head.
“It’s not me!” I finally announced.
“What’s not you?”
“All the stuff I did this week… I was butt-naked yesterday on a boat full of men I had never met before. That’s not me!”
“You seemed pretty confident to me!! And comfortable! On the boat and at the pool.”
I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.
“I think you are very sassy and… Alive?” he continued. “I didn’t think you cared much about what other people thought. I haven’t known you any other way!”
“You think?”
“Why are you having second thoughts?” he asked.
“Well,” I said while continuing to play nervously with his chest hair, “it’s not like I planned to be like that. I’ve never done that before! And I didn’t have to show my body to a bunch of strangers just to get revenge on my boyfriend for being jealous! It sounds silly when I say it out loud.”
“Ya! It may be hard to patch things up with your boyfriend, now!”
“Nevermind that! I’ve ditched him. Last night.”
“I see!” he chuckled. “So, now that you got rid of your jealous boyfriend, there’s less motivation to cavort around naked.”
He had a point. He was probably right!
“So forget about him and do whatever makes you happy, Brooke!”
I hugged him. I wished I had a boyfriend like him!
“Now that you put it that way, I think I enjoyed it!” I laughed. He joined me and then kissed my forehead.
“So, try it again today, and then, decide!”
I jumped out of bed and stretched my arms and legs, fully exposing my naked body to my dive instructor.
“Yes, Sir!”
For the first time this week, he carefully looked at me, head to toe. I had wanted him to do that all week.
“You are pleasing a lot of men, that’s for sure! And maybe pissing a few women, I don’t know!”
“Shit! Jim! I don’t have anything to wear, here, and I don’t want to go back to my condo for the rest of the week. I don’t want to see John, ever again. Maybe I’ll change my flight!”
“Didn’t we just say you were going in the nude again, today?”
“Yes! On the boat. But I mean, to get there. Got a long t-shirt I can borrow?”
He got up and shoveled clothes around in his suitcase on the floor. I noticed a muscle tank top.
“That!” I yell with excitement while grabbing it and putting it on. “Side boobs!”
“See?” he laughed again. “You like it! So enjoy your vacation!”
Jim, his three dive buddies, and I munched on a few things while getting ready to leave. We didn’t have time for a full breakfast because the dive boat was scheduled to leave at 8 AM. “Why would anybody want to get up that early on vacation?” I wondered. But since I was excited about getting my scuba diving certification, I quickly forgot about my issue with the clock!
Once we stepped foot on the dive boat, I froze.
“Shit!”
“What now?” Jim asked.
I nodded toward a girl who was aboard. There were only guys on the dive boat when I was naked the day before.
“She’s the Captain,” he clarified.
“Even worse,” I exclaimed. She was the only woman on board besides me, but the number of women didn’t matter. I wasn’t sure about being in my birthday suit in front of any other woman for half a day. Sometimes, women are mean to one another. Unfortunately.
“Grace!” Jim said when she walked nearby.
“Yes, old man?”
“Booke, Grace.” Jim continued. “Grace, Brooke. She forgot her bathing suit and she likes being naked anyway. OK with that?”
Grace locked eyes with me for such a long time I felt like I was in an FBI interrogation room. Not that I’ve ever been in one, of course!
“She likes it? Or you do?” she asked in a very stern tone of voice. She scared me.
“Everybody likes it,” Jim answered while signaling all around the boat. “Same group as yesterday!”
“I see,” she smiled while walking away. “Have fun, kids! No police on my ship!”
I breathed a sigh of relief while simultaneously wondering why I was so worried about not being allowed to play exhibitionist games again. I guess that answered our morning question. I liked being in the nude!
As the boat left the dock, I dropped the tank top and immediately felt at home with every inch of my skin exposed to the sun, the wind, and a dozen men. I supposed one could accuse me of being an attention whore, but I prefer to think of myself as an entertainer. I didn’t have to beg anybody for attention! Their eyes easily and voluntarily glued themselves to my skin — especially my boobs, nipples, pussy, butthole, and ass cheeks. Men are focused when they want to be!
After only one day, I felt at home on a dive boat. In my birthday suit. This week of vacation was a life-changing one for me!
Jim didn’t let me suntan on the bow on the way to the first dive site. He didn’t stop yapping — he called that a briefing. He told me all the skills he wanted me to do during the dive and re-explained the proper way of doing them, although we already had been over it at the pool.
I sat next to him like a docile little doggy and nodded every once in a while to assure him that I was listening, sort of! I put on my wetsuit at the last minute, and we did a giant stride entry.
The dive wasn’t as much fun as the one on the day before because of all the skills Jim had me do. During the surface interval, he “debriefed” the first dive and “briefed” the second one. I was starting to yawn by the time the dive boat reached the second dive site. I wanted to frolic around in the nude, not listen to explanations of stuff he had already explained to me at the pool. But I obeyed!
After the second dive, I was mad, though.
“For fuck sake, Jim! What was that?”
“What?” he asked with a concerned look.
“All we did is skills, skills, skills, and more fucking skills. I didn’t even see anything! Yesterday was fun. Today was not!”
He looked perplexed. “We… I… You need to do that stuff to get your open-water diver certification, Brooke!”
I ditched my dive gear, fins, mask, and snorkel, then quickly removed my wetsuit to let my body enjoy the sun.
“When do we do sex underwater? That should be a skill!”
A couple of scuba divers near us laughed.
“Is it? Can we have sex underwater?”
I had said it to express my frustration, but I became quickly aroused by the idea.
“You sure can!” Jim answered. “Just not with me, babe!”
I jumped on a little table that was in the middle of the two rows of scuba divers and yelled from the top of my lungs: “Who wants to have sex with me underwater?”
A few hands went up, and a few guys whistled.
“You can’t, until you are certified. Until then, you are under my care,” Jim said.
“I’m your prisoner? When will I be certified?”
“After two more dives, tomorrow, if you want. And more pool this afternoon.”
I rolled my eyes, then yelled again: “Tomorrow afternoon after I’m certified. Who’s in?”
This time nobody moved. When they realized I was serious, they were less prompt at answering.
“Come on! You guys are all talk, no balls? I’m not leaving this island without trying sex underwater.”
“Sure,” one old man answered while raising his hand. Six other guys raised their hands.
“I’m serious! Are you?”
Two hands went down. I locked eyes with the five remaining raised hands. They all seemed serious to me, and that was another problem. I didn’t want a gang bang!
“Fuck! I don’t know how to pick!”
They were all tempting to me. All men are fine with me until I get to see what they do with their cocks, hands, and tongue! In this case, I wasn’t even looking for great sex. I just wanted to get a penis inside me, underwater!
“It should be part of my graduation. You should be organizing this!” I said, looking at Jim. And then, looking at the other divers, I came up with a plan.
“Fine! You decide! You have until tomorrow noon to convince me that you should be the one to bang me underwater.”
“How?” a couple of them asked at the same time.
“No idea!” I giggled. “That’s the idea! It’s in your hand to convince me if you want to put your hands on me…”
I wanted to remember the five faces for the following day, so I asked Frank to take pictures of me sitting on the lap of each one of them, in the nude, of course! Four of them also asked Frank to take the same pic on their own smartphones. The old man didn’t. I wasn’t sure if he was classy or if he didn’t have a smartphone! As for the others, I thought they were typical opportunistic male pigs, but in reality, I enjoyed it. I didn’t have a job to lose at home if the pictures leaked, and I even felt good when thinking of a couple of ex-coworkers seeing those pictures. Clothes were not for me. Deal with it!
Right after that, I went sunbathing on the bow. I figured Jim probably wanted to do a “debriefing,” but I was done with listening to him.
Shortly after, one of the five guys joined me on the bow. It was the oldest one. I always wondered why younger men often seemed to lack guts with women. The old man started massaging my neck the best he could while I was resting on my back. So I turned around. And on the way back to the dock, he rubbed my neck and my back. It pleased me. A lot! At least, I had one winner, and I wondered how the other ones could match that.
For the rest of the day, I had fun with the muscle tank top I had taken from Jim’s suitcase in the morning. For teasing, it was better than being nude. Most men eyed the side of my torso. They could see a big part of the side of my boobs at all times, and if I leaned forward, they would get the whole breast and the nipple. Of course, I leaned forward regularly! That tank top was a winner!
Otherwise, I spent a big chunk of the afternoon with Jim at the pool, practicing more skills he wanted me to do in the ocean the next day.
At one point, a guy who introduced himself as the manager came to talk to me by the side of the pool as I was dripping wet and, of course, naked. He said he didn’t have any personal issues with seeing my tits and ass, but he would have to ask me to cover up if somebody complained.
I swiveled on my tippy-toes like a ballerina to give him a good look at all sides of my body and thanked him.
The conversation with the manager confirmed to me that nobody had complained. It turned out I had been lucky all week. Being pissed at my boyfriend let me on fun adventures, and I considered myself fortunate that nobody had complained about my new habit of walking around in the nude. Usually, where there are humans, at least one buzz killer complains about one thing or another. There is always one person who can’t deal with seeing other people having fun! And, of course, there are a lot of Americans who can’t deal with seeing skin.
Back at the condo with the four guys, I offered to cook dinner.
“I bet you all have the fantasy of a naked woman serving you dinner. Well, tonight is your lucky night!”
I called them to the dining room before setting the table so they had the chance to see me bossing around the kitchen for them in the nude. I figured it would extend the enjoyment of their fantasy!
At the end of the dinner, I quickly stood up so they can see me clean the table. They offered to help with the dishes, but I refused. I invited them to sit and watch my ass as I did it for them.
Once it was done, I joined them in the living room. Adam and Frank were on both ends of the couch. I strategically sat between the two, then stretched my feet over Frank and rested my head on Adam’s lap. Instinctively, it seemed, Frank massaged my feet, and Adam caressed my hair.
This was a week in paradise!
“I guess we have a pet now,” Jim said at one point.
“And a maid!” I added.
“And more,” I continued while grabbing Adam’s hand and placing it on my left boob. “It’s your turn tonight!”
I looked up at him. He looked unfazed and totally in control of his emotions which meant he wasn’t letting me see whether he liked that idea or not. But he didn’t object. He was the only one who hadn’t unloaded his sperm in me or on me, yet, besides Jim, of course. I was hoping Jim would react to me having sex with his friends while he knew it was him that I wanted. I thought he should want to bang me to save me! But it didn’t happen.
I spent the night with Adam. It turned out I should have started the week with him. He was a maestro with all of his tools: his hands, tongue, and cock. Adam was the first man with whom I had an orgasm that week. Frank had just unloaded sperm on my body on the beach, and the young Mateo dumped his sperm in my vagina so quickly I was barely starting to be excited.
But Adam was another story. He was mysterious and generous. And not lazy at all! He made me come before he ejaculated, and just as I thought we were falling asleep, I sensed his tongue on my clit. He was going down on me again, and he didn’t stop using his tongue and his fingers until I came a second time. As I said, I should have tried Adam sooner in the week! You have to test drive a man to know if he’s sexually good for you!
And that was not the end of it. In the morning, I woke up with Adam’s head between my legs again. That truly turned me on because all other men I knew would have wanted me to go shower to clean my pussy from night pee drops and sweat, but Adam didn’t! He licked me and tasted me, just as dirty as my pussy was in the morning. It was priceless! And it contributed to another orgasm!
After this early morning orgasm, Brooke is probably ready for underwater scuba sex. How do you think that will go? Which one of the five guys will win the right to get her wet in more ways than one? Find out here:
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