To set the stage, about a month ago at a impromptu party, things were getting crazy when this woman remarked that she was learning how to scuba dive and tomorrow was her first open water dive. She went on to say too bad she was on her period. I casually made the remark her husband was gonna get lucky tonight. In explaining my remark I stated when wifey was on her period she would get really horny and we would have great messy sex. The slightly tipsy lady made a statement along the lines of her bastard husband would not touch her during her period... he thought it was dirty. Tall husband just smirked and walked away. Of course me being a gentleman, I suggested she give me a call and I would be happy to help a damsel in distress. I also told her to call if she would like to go diving since I know all the good dive spots in the area. Lots of laughs and the party continued with her and I talking about diving.
Now almost a month later I get a phone call at the office from this same lady, let's call her Linda. Linda is asking if I was serious about taking her diving, she has finished her dive course and wanted to learn about spear fishing. I asked the usual questions when, where, who's going. Linda wanted to go the next week on Wednesday or Thursday and did not have anyone but her. Strange only those two days?
Well, I looked at my calendar and Thursday morning was open with a late flight to New Orleans that afternoon. We talked about her bringing her new wetsuit and dive gear, I would have everything else.
Thursday morning the boat was ready, tanks and dive gear on-board, she arrived early which was a nice sign. She nervously asked if anyone else was going, as I answered no just us, is that OK? She just smiled and said great, I'm excited.
Lines were cast off and the obligatory blast of the horn as the Sea Ray, Nauti***** slid from her slip. We were up on the fly-bridge with her sitting in the other seat when I asked if she wanted to drive? With a big grin she slid beside me saying she had never driven a big boat. Here ya go, throttles, wheel, GPS follow the dotted line. With a little encouragement she managed to keep the boat on track, 2200 RPM from the two engines we cruised out to the Gulf of Mexico. I noticed her beautiful leg stayed in contact with my leg as we talked about diving and how to use the spear gun.
Anchor was deployed over a dive site in 55 feet of water as we went down on deck. After demonstrating the proper use of a spear gun, Linda stripped to her bikini (very nice) and put on her light weight wet suit that only seemed to enhance her body. Big Boy was taking notice and beginning to stir so I quickly donned my wet suit top and helped her into the dive gear on the swim platform. (BTW, my mask still had a slight odor of female pee from Special Friend.)
Once in the water we swam to the bottom as she picked out a fish to shoot. Her first several shots missed and I could see she was frustrated so I signaled to go up to the boat. Arriving at the surface I suggested she relax and take her time since it was only for our lunch. A few additional hints and back down we went, this time I helped guide her to a lazy bunch of B-liners and maneuvered her in close as she pulled the trigger. I could hear her squeal as the shaft struck the fish in an almost perfect shot. We removed the fish and put it on my stringer as I looked at her air gauge we needed to head to the boat (new divers tend to forget to check for air).
Linda was so excited at her first fish all I could do was laugh as she gave me a big hug. With full tanks we went back to the same spot so she could shoot two more fish.
Back on the boat I cleaned and cooked the fresh fish as we sipped wine and enjoyed each others company. She was talking 90 miles an hour obviously tense as all get-out.
After lunch I asked why she has so much stress and suggested a massage explaining I had taken several courses in massage technique. Linda gave it some silent thought until I said there was one rule, "stop means STOP".
I went down to the cabin for my oils, towels, etc and on impulse I put on my Doctor Feelgood lab coat. Back on deck Linda looked at me laughing asking what is this? Oh, I am also an amateur gynecologist known as Dr. Feelgood. Now stretch out on your tummy.
I began with a slow massage of the neck and shoulders, feeling the tension as I pulled oiled hands down her back to her waist. You are really tense, is everything OK? Linda answered that she had never had an impromptu massage like this before. Well, just remember stop means stop, but don't use it unless you are really uncomfortable. What happens on the Nauti ***** stays on the boat.
She seemed to relax a little more as I was really getting into the massage, I untied her top and continued massaging allowing my hands to slide to those magnificent breasts then back up. When I felt she was relaxed enough I placed a towel over her butt and without a word slid her bottoms down as she instinctively raised up enough to help. Now without clothing in the way I massaged her ass very deeply staying away from her private parts for now. Lifting her feet, I oiled and massaged her legs from the knee down, asking if she was feeling better.... Un Huh, immmmm.
I had brought a bed sheet up from below so I spread it out above her as I held up one side and told her to roll over... Linda did not hesitate in throwing the bikini top away and rolling over on her back as I let the sheet cover her. I removed a cold hand towel from my bucket, folded it and placed it over her eyes with just a little slit so she could peek as I said you are beginning to really relax, does it feel good? "Oh yes, it feels really nice, your so good".
Starting at her feet I massaged up her legs as far as possible then moving to her neck with plenty of oil, massaging first the left side around her breast saving the nipple for last. As I rubbed and massaged down as far as possible. I am saving "possible" for last
Moving to the end of the bench I said I was going to lift both legs and massage the kinks out as I placed her legs on my shoulder one at a time. (They never showed us this trick in school) and began massaging and moving to her thighs. Now she was letting out little moans as I saw the string.
I continued massaging at the edge of the V letting my hand move up and over the top of her mound several times feeling her quiver as I got close to her special place until finally I cupped her "possible" without waiting to hear any words like STOP. I simply asked,good? Ummmmmmm (That was a good answer.)
