"How would you like to increase your breath holding times from a measly 1 minute to 5 minutes or more! With the Julie Wilson Breath Holding Course you will join a growing group of men and women that enjoy freedom from one of the more basic human weaknesses; The need to breathe continually."
A young man clad in a bright red and white Speedo swimsuit swam leisurely through a shipwreck that was obviously in very deep water. At his side was a stunning young woman who had a miniature crimson string bikini and a silver 6 cubic foot high-pressure mini scuba tank strapped to her willowy waist.
They joined hands and moved together but with one conspicuous difference - she breathed her air - he held his breath.
They swam and cavorted through the passageways gliding into the wheelhouse of the old cargo ship that had been sunk to form a fish habitat. They played with the boats controls and looked in the cabinets. The boy took their picture using his underwater camera and self-timer, as they stood upright behind the immense wooden wheel. They were having a great time.
The girl offered the boy her regulator but he refused it with a grin. He continued to hold his breath completely at ease as he floated over to the girl. She teased him by grabbing his balls through the thin fabric of his suit. She could feel that his dick was getting hard. She pulled the string on her bikini top to release it and let it drift to the boat decking between them. Her small breasts were evenly tanned and that implied that she was no stranger to the topless beach on the island.
"This young couple is celebrating their honeymoon here in Aruba just two weeks after Mike completed the 10 day 'Julie Wilson Breath Holding Course'. Julies' courses are held on an desert island just off the Mexican coast and promise to boost anybody's underwater fun and lung capacity."
The girl sat topless in the captain's chair and watched at the boy swam around the cabin inspecting the controls and the instruments. He swam over her and glided down along the far wall and approached her from the back. He swam under the chair and came up between her legs and reached his hands on either side of her fumbling at the scrap of cloth that still covered her.
Mike pulled the girls' bikini bottoms toward him while glancing at his watch. A close-up of the digital display on his wrist showed that the breath-holding timer was passing 2 minutes. He picked up her little red triangle top and tucked it with her diminutive bikini bottoms in his swimsuit waistband. He held her admirably at arms length and looked at her slender nude body. She smiled at him and put her hands on his waist. She floated up out the chair and her tanned bottom further showed that she was also a frequent visitor of the nude beach as well.
"These two kids are enthusiastic divers and visited this shipwreck last year – but never like this!"
The young man took the girl by the hand and swam side-by-side with her out of the ships cabin and the length of the stern deck. He peeked into an open hatch over the engine room and then in an impish mood, put his feet on the top step of the ladder and started working his way down the constricted passageway. When his head was level with the deck, he reached out to give the girl a reassuring stroke on the foot. With a swirl of bubbles, he vanished inside the drowned boat to explore the engine room and challenge the underwater maze.
The girl was plainly worried that he could be trapped inside or lose his way inside the dark ship. He was holding his breath, after all, and if he became stuck, there would not be time for her to go for help. And, without an air tank there was no telltale trail of bubbles to give away his position. She lay down on her belly on the metal deck and stuck her head inside the opening to try to see him. Her naked rear was pointed at the camera as she slid almost half of her upper body in the dark passageway.
The announcer said, "The boy is free of the worry of air tanks and decompression tables. I am sure that he is also enjoying the freedom to move around in tight places that come from not wearing gear and the related straps. He is also wearing water correction contact lenses to make his vision clearer underwater. I wonder where he is?"
Mike moved down the ladder and into the engine room. He has always loved large engines and he took the time to study the gauges and shiny brass valves. There were two 8-cylinder diesel engines that looked like they were in perfect condition. He moved deeper into the boat and swam in almost total darkness up the starboard passageway past the galley and the crew's quarters on the lowest deck inside the ship. If it had been floating he would be right at the water line. He could see a faint light up ahead and he swam toward it into the mess hall that was located right under the foredeck. Still holding his breath at three and a half minutes without any difficultly, Mike looked for a way out of the boat.
He stopped to examine a small kitchen next to the mess hall and found a perfectly good can of Coke. He was tempted to open it and try to drink it but his experiences with underwater eating had not been very good. He set the can on a table for the next diver to find.
After almost two minutes of exploring the potentially very dangerous and confining rooms and passageways of the ship, the Mike located the door that led to the front deck and emerged at the bow of the boat. Mike swam out into the filtered sunlight and felt his crouch. He thought about the lovely mermaid that was waiting for He swam to the top of the wheelhouse and was rewarded with the view of his young naked bride ass up looking down the hatch that he had entered the engine room by. He hurried to return to her before she did anything stupid like try to follow him in to the hazard filled vessel.
He snuck up on the girl who was still looking down the hatch and poked her in her exposed pussy with his mini-mag light. She jerked and pulled out of the hole in a hurry! She thought that a sea snake had molested her.
She was relieved to see him and she wrapped her arms around him in glee. He kissed her on the neck and then on her tits. She arched her back and he ran his tongue down her belly and gave her shaved snatch a snaky little lick. He rose and took her hand and swam with her to the side of the ship and they floated over the side and down to a bed of soft white sand and sea grass next to the stern of the boat. The elapsed time for Mike was now 4 minutes even.
"Anybody who enters the water (even a bathtub) should consider this underwater breath holding course", explained the announcer. "As you can see this man is having the time of his life unencumbered by equipment or even the urge to breathe."
The girl settled to the bottom on her butt and looked up at the surface over 60 feet away. She breathed carefully from her tank that was now 75% empty. She knew that 25% on the gauge meant that she had only 5 minutes left at this depth. The gentle current caressed her exposed sweet little breasts as she relaxed backwards into her sandy bed.
"Of course your improvement will vary, but generally speaking you can add up to 4 minutes to your underwater time! The breath-holding course starts with a home study set of DVDs and study book. The student receives instruction on how to hold their breath underwater and how to increase their time with both physical and mental exercises."
"When the student has reached 3 minutes underwater in the tub or pool on every single attempt, they start the personalized training at our school. Nothing is forced at the school but we ask you to practice every day for at least three weeks before you come to the first class."
