We were long overdue for a vacation, but Master gave me one small suitcase, and told me to pack only a couple of bikinis, a few pair of shorts, and tops. No panties, because I was seldom permitted to wear them, anyway. I opened my mouth to ask where we were going, but luckily caught the look in his eye, and closed it again without speaking. I packed my bag, got the necessary time off of work, and got on a plane with the man who knows me like no other.
The island was in the Bahamas, but not on any map I'd ever seen. The airport was scarcely larger than Master's house, and the flight on the puddle jumper was unnerving. Had he not been next to me, holding my hand, soothing my anxieties, I don't know how I could have endured it. When Master retrieved our bags, he handed me my small one, but also picked up his duffel, and a large canvas bag I'd never seen before. I was far enough along in my training now that I knew that he would explain in his own time, but I was definitely curious. The island's version of a cab, an older woman driving a decrepit station wagon, took us to the resort. I was exhausted, but anxious to take a look around, so Master decided that we could unpack later.
The hotel was small and homey, with no phones or televisions in the rooms. There was a king sized bed, a bathroom, and little else, but we could see the brilliant blue of the ocean beckoning through our patio window. There was plenty of daylight left, so we walked along the beach, our feet tickled by powdery white sand. I was shocked to realize that we were completely alone, but Master laughed and told me that he had picked this resort for that very reason. He explained that there were other guests, but not many, and that the island itself was unspoiled, with few tourists. Looking into the crystal clear water, I noticed many dark spots, and asked Master what they were. He replied that they were coral heads, and that we would snorkel them tomorrow, and then the next day, he would begin to teach me to dive. I tensed immediately, as I am claustrophobic, and have always been afraid of scuba diving. He gathered me gently in his arms and held me tight. "Angel, don't you know that I will always protect you?" As usual, his touch alone was enough to banish my fear.
The next day dawned impossibly bright and sunny, and after breakfast, we headed down to the beach, which was once again deserted. I wore the merest whiff of a bikini, purchased for me by Master, of course, and stretched out on my belly with a book. After a while, just when I was about to doze off, he reminded me that we were a good deal closer to the equator than I was used to, and pulled a bottle of sunscreen out of the beach bag. I began to wriggle with anticipation, and was rewarded by Master's low chuckle. He straddled my hips, and poured cold sunscreen out of the bottle onto my bare back, just to hear me shriek and giggle. Next came my favorite part; his hands working in the lotion, and massaging my sun-warmed skin. After my back and arms were coated, he climbed off of me, knelt beside me, and began to work on my calves. Slowly but surely, his hands slid smoothly up my legs, and my breath caught in my throat. Almost imperceptibly, I opened my legs, silently willing his touch there, but he growled "Be still. I will tell you when I need your legs spread!"
I hastily squeezed my thighs together, and tried hard to control my impatience. Finally, his strong hands reached my thighs, but I was shocked and dismayed when he hooked his fingers in my bikini bottom, and began to pull them off of me. "No, someone will see" I began, but a sharp slap on the ass was my only answer. I tried reminding myself of how few people I had seen so far, but my natural shyness still made me distinctly uncomfortable, until his warm, oiled fingers began kneading my cheeks. I began to moan softly in spite of myself, and arched my back as he continued his slow journey toward the cleft between my legs. He climbed on top of me again, easily pinning my legs together, but now I felt a different part of his body begin to slide between my oil drenched legs. Unfortunately, he was only sliding it between my legs, the end of each stroke rubbing against my engorged clitoris. I struggled beneath him, begged, and cried, but he just laughed. "Patience, little one. All good things come to those who wait." At long last, when the frustration was nearly unbearable, he entered me, and we both came almost instantly, no longer worried about who might see or hear. Master collapsed on top of me, and his weight, combined with the hot Caribbean sunshine, was the most comforting feeling I've ever known.
All too soon, however, my diving lessons began. We started in the pool, working with the tanks and regulators, and I learned quickly. Master is the most patient of men, even when I am uncooperative, and he is also an excellent teacher. I began to relax in the water, but in the back of my mind, I knew that the open ocean would be an entirely different matter. Regardless of my trepidation, after an incredibly relaxing week of snorkeling, sunbathing, sex, and scuba lessons, I was certified, and it was time for our first dive. We went out on the boat operated by the resort, but we were the only guests. The further from shore we got, the more anxious I became, but he held my hand, and reminded me that he would always take care of me. I could barely see land when we finally stopped, and began to suit up. Master had bought me a two piece shorty wetsuit, the likes of which I had never seen. He helped me into it, but insisted that I take off my swimsuit first. Then he quickly donned his own, before strapping my tank onto my back. Aware that I was increasingly nervous, he held me in his arms for a moment. "Angel, you have to trust me. I will never let anything happen to you. Once we get below, I promise you will be so amazed by what you see, you will forget all about being scared." Instantly, I relaxed in his arms. He was right. I wasn't sure what was below the surface, but I knew for a fact that he would never let any harm come to me. I kissed him gently, we held hands, and jumped over the side.
