Hijinks down under with a new ally - on tape.
3100 words. Tags: baywatch, miranda kerr, victoria's secret, blowjob, diving, doggystyle, exhibitionism
This is the third in an open ended "celeb harem" story putting together two of the greatest franchises known to Man, Baywatch and the Victoria's Secret Angels, with guest appearances from everybody's favorite celebs. All characters are based as closely as possible to reality, obviously diverging where the story starts in realtime (early 2016) with Baywatch Hawaii/the movie and the VS Swim Specials as core reference material.
A month has passed since the events of the last chapter, and our hero is almost done with his preparation for the big show. Fortunately, he's getting a lot of help from an unexpected source...
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For a long while, we simply floated, sipping in the sweet air and taking it all in. The sun's rays danced all around us. A literal sea of blue stretched out for what felt like miles and miles in every direction; visibility was just amazing today.
I pointed out the curious fish nestled among the corals, but my companion couldn't see it. I guess that was nature doing its thing; it wouldn't be called camouflage if it were easy to spot. Besides, there were dozens of fish of all sizes darting around us, so it was hard to zero in on just one. Pain de Sucre was well out of the way of the usual tourist stampede, so the reefs here were absolutely pristine and teeming with life.
I grabbed my companion's hand, feeling so petite and delicate in my rough meaty paws, and we oh-so-slowly moseyed closer to the little puffer. But for its translucent fins constantly flapping at a 90 degree angle to its body, it would have been completely invisible.
Her hand tightened its grip in excitement as my companion spotted the pufferfish, and I could see her smiling eyes through her face mask as she blew little bubbles of joy. I knew she'd like it. Puffers are especially cute things when not threatened. You've heard of Resting Bitch Face? Well, with their big eyes and naturally upturned mouths, puffer fish actually have Resting Happy Face, making them look particularly cheerful to humans even though they were just minding their own business. I brought my GoPro an inch nearer to get a better shot.
Uh-oh: we got too close. P. Fishy flapped harder and lifted off the coral, inexpressive fish eyes moving around as it sized up the two big, noisy creatures that had suddenly taken so much interest in it. Predators? Harmless herbivores?
Whatever it was, it was too much too close for P. Fishy's comfort. The fish huffed up and its body began to expand, bringing its body spikes to bear.
I felt a strange sensation on my crotch and looked down in panic; while I was distracted my companion had slipped her hand from mine and was now stroking my dick through my wetsuit!
As far as sudden diving sensations go, I've had far worse.
I looked back up at my companion, and she nearly vanished in a cloud of bubbles as she laughed at my confused/horny expression. With exaggerated effort I swung my arm through the dense water and slapped her tight butt. Of course, it was useless under water but I let my hand linger on that ass while my dick rose to a decent half chub as she stroked me. I halfheartedly shoved her mischievous hand away and wondered if the suit could take a full erection.
P. Fishy, now fully inflated, looked totally weirded out by the two bigger sea creatures. You could almost see it shake its head as it turned and waddled away, tiny fins flapping furiously.
We spent the next half hour scuttling around the seabed of the "Sugar Loaf", 80 feet below the surface, generally being a neighborhood nuisance; bursting through schools of nondescript silvery fish, chilling out with a curious turtle, following the majestic flight of the biggest tiger ray I had ever seen as it glided over its kingdom. But, as I am fond of saying as an amateur divemaster: humans are merely guests in the sea, and we must never overstay our welcome. As our air entered the mid triple digits, I guided my companion back to the buoy and began our ascent.
Back on the boat, I made sure I was first up for two reasons. First, since we were diving without a crew, I had to help get the diving equipment back on board.
Second? Well..
Freed of her tank and BCD, my companion rose like Aphrodite out of the crystal clear water as she stepped up the boat's ladder. Her long brown hair was tied up in a ponytail that snaked past her flawless neck and traced the supple curves of her chest. She paused at the top of the ladder and winked.
I whistled. "Randa, how are you this fucking sexy even when you are totally covered up?"
Miranda laughed, that sexy little chuckle that she does best. "Ale always said you were a charmer." The last word turned to "charma" in her adorable Aussie accent; I constantly gave her crap for it. Truth was, her accent drove me absolutely nuts.
Oh - did I not mention? Forgive me, it's been a month. Yes - my diving companion who had been fooling around with me all morning was none other than Miranda Kerr, the first Australian Victoria's Secret Angel. I had enlisted Alessandra Ambrosio's help to recruit some of the current Angels to the cause, and she had set me up with Miranda, who had done the 2010 VS Swim shoot with her and loved it so much that she now owned a villa in St Bart's. Miranda had taken me on a whirlwind tour of the tiny French collectivity, and I lapped it - and her - all up.
What I hadn't counted on was how the sweet, innocent Angel was in reality one of the horniest women I had ever met. After her very public split with Orlando Bloom and with her son in the hands of a nanny, she threw herself head first into the single life, dating the rich and famous all over, and was most recently tied to Evan Spiegel. Just like his company though, his attention was fleeting and Miranda was just as glad to be hanging out with a "normal" guy again.
She didn't want a TV career, she just wanted "normal". But her sex drive remained insatiable.
"Well, you were charming my snake down there so I've been semi hard the entire dive. I thought I was going to pop a vein when we were coming up."
"So.. you mean... if I do this..." - Miranda pulled the zip of her wetsuit partway down her chest, exposing some of her white halter bikini top - "your cock might explode?"
I stepped closer to her, unzipping slowly as I eyefucked her, letting my erection tent out my wetsuit. "I'm saying I've had huge pressure buildup inside me and I'm going to fuck you silly until I bust my load all over those tits."
With a primal scream, the gorgeous model launched herself on me, sticking her tongue deep down my throat. I would probably never get used to making out with Miranda Kerr, much less this wild nymphomaniac succubus inhabiting her body. Feeling my way through it, I helped Miranda unzip the rest of the suit down to her navel, and slid my hands inside the suit around her incredibly sexy waist and up to her breasts. I cheekily thumbed with her nipples through the bikini fabric for a bit, driving her even wilder, but then helped to slide the rest of the suit off her shoulders. She returned the favor.
We stood there for an eternity, the two of us making out passionately with our wetsuits hanging from the waist. Whenever I did something particularly pleasuring, Miranda would grab my hair and moan unintelligibly into my mouth, which got me extremely hard.
"Mikey, this thing keeps poking me!" She reached down and grabbed the base of my cock, still trapped within the folds of the suit. In her quaint accent she added vowels all over the place, so "Mikey" sounded more like "Moikee". I loved it.
