Thanks for reading my story. This one actually is a short one. Like with all my stories it contains graphic description of anal enemas. If this offends you pass this one by. I hope all enjoy it.
Chapter 1
Julia looked at the used diving suite one more time holding it in her small hands. The $85.00 seemed like a fair price and the name brand was one in good standing as far as wetsuits go. At twenty-four she was a very attractive young woman with longer strawberry blonde hair. She knew she looked good in a bikini even if her tits were on the small size. She had inherited a pretty house on a small private island from her father who had been killed in a plane accident.
Her mother was a big city person and had no interest in living on the small island in the Carribean. The island was rather primitive as modern comforts went but did have fresh water and electricity even if it had to be run by a small diesel generator. Her father had loved the warm tropical part of the world and from the first time she had been there, so had she. The ride to the larger island where she was now, took 25 minutes in the small boat she used.
She bought food and diesel fuel for the generator along with a couple cases of 15W40 oil. Her father had taught her how the change oil on the little diesel engine which she did religiously always inspecting it for problems. The 200 gallons of fuel would run the generator for almost 3 months if she used it sparingly. She had a bank of solar panels and storage batteries that would give her power for another week if things got desperate. The water purification system was also very easy to maintain.
Her parents had been extremely wealthy but they both had their different interests and after a few years drew apart until they divorced. Julia had been a product of their love, and she knew that both parents loved her dearly as she did both of them. When she had gotten the news that her father had been killed and that he had left her his home in the islands she had been expecting a small house on one of the islands. Not a whole island.
The island belonged to her free and clear other than the $200.00 a year tax fee which had been paid up for the next 50 years. Her father had built the house one piece at a time as he brought lumber over from the larger islands where he could find and buy it. The house was snug and tight when it rained or sometime stormed. There was also a small building where her father liked to tinker with things and sometimes even invent small gadgets.
She had developed a love of scuba diving when he had taught her as a young girl and now loved it even more. The water was warm year around and she loved looking for artifacts around the small reefs that were around in the shallower waters. She had found his old underwater metal detector and had already found a couple old Spanish doubloons. She was always careful and watched always for predator fish and sharks. She didn't like carrying a spear gun except for when she felt like fish for dinner.
CHAPTER 2
Her packages had come in and now she held the wetsuit in her hands. There had been one other small patch job done on the suit but other than that it was in good shape. She already picked out another cheaper one that had several small repairs done to it but for $25.00 it would be good. She went shopping at the small market and bought several small steaks and some pork chops. With her fuel cans filled she started back to her island.
Bringing the small boat to the dock she tied it off. Lifting the 2 fuel cans out on the dock she took her packages and groceries to the house. Putting all but one of the steaks in the freezer she went back to the dock and carried the full fuel cans to the small shed that housed the generator. It would be a couple more weeks before she would have to pour it into the larger tank. She always made sure she had her chores done before she would allow herself to play.
Reaching behind her back she pulled the strings that held her halter top closed. Though her tits weren't big she still loved feeling them swaying as she went about her day. With a smile on her face, she opened the button that held her denim shorts closed and pushed them down her slender hips. Her thong panties were the last thing she took off lifting the moist crotch to her nose. She couldn't really smell anything, but her nose could feel the bit of wetness that such a small piece of cloth could absorb.
Taking her packages, she went outside not even checking if anyone was watching, because of course there was no one. Stepping around the corner of her house she stepped out into the sand and spread her bare feet. tipping her hips forward she pushed hard and relaxed her bladder. She loved watching the long hard yellow stream arching out from her spread cunt. it only took a minute or so before the stream was down to a dribble. She started walking again before she was even done dripping.
This was the reason she loved living by herself on her private island. Other than the weekly call into the local police station to check in as prescribed by the bylaws of the island and the weekly phone call to her mother she was left alone. This was her big secret. She knew she had a perverted mind about the time her breasts started forming. She found herself getting more and more perverse as her mind thought up more things for her to try.
Opening one of the packages she took out two inflatable butt plug type nozzles. from another small package she took out 2 small battery powered micro pumps. from another package she took out two micro timers. Now that she had all of the things she needed she started thinking of how to make it all work. The first thing she did was to cut a small hole into the seat of the cheaper wetsuit. Thinking out each step out carefully before she acted, she soon had one of the nozzles sticking through the hole and sealed.