Going Diving Day 2 Case Ch 03

Going Diving, Day Two

Case

Chapter 3

As I settle in for some sleep, I can't believe how turned-on she is tonight. Usually, it requires an exceptional finger technique to get her to squirt. She started squirting before I decided if I would do it or not. It was intense. I know she gets turned on by chicks, but I don't think Sheri could have caused this by herself. I think it was a combination of the whole day. The captain, Khenan, and all the attention she seems to be getting from most of the guys.

I am not exactly sure how to take the afternoon. She has gotten out of control in the past. With me one or two times, but the last time we were in Mexico. She completely let go. We had a great time, and we played with a couple. This is a bit different. It's not her fault I can't participate, and I always try to convince her to let go. With a wry smile, I remember my mother telling me to be careful what I wish for.

The only real misgiving I have is with Captain Tim. He turns her on, and he makes me a bit jealous, if I am honest. However, it is irrational; she loves me, and we always return to each other completely. But damn, if he can make her cum by simply laying a hand on her...

With this thought, I fall off to sleep. Tomorrow will be a big dive day. We heard that we are starting with a deep wall, which should be interesting. Then, onto someplace with an abandoned fish farm cage. It always takes me a bit to get in the flow of the sleeping, eating and partying of these vacations. So, it is no surprise to me when I wake at 3 in the morning. I glance over and see Ashley sleeping soundly, one breast exposed. It makes me smile. She is very beautiful, and she underappreciates how much her body turns men on.

I decide to go up on the deck and see what the stars are like in the open ocean. I carefully pull some shorts on and head out, careful not to make noise and wake her. It is completely quiet on our deck. I go to the parlor and grab a drink before heading to the anchor deck, where it is very dark. As I pour a cola into a cup and head out, I see someone moving toward the upper sun deck. It didn't look like the crew, so I thought I would investigate. It is a lifestyle group, so maybe they remembered that and are getting up to some shenanigans. I carefully move out of the parlor, like I did in my room, trying not to interrupt anyone's fun.

I am a bit of a voyeur and enjoy watching people be together. So here is an opportunity that doesn't come along all that often. It is possible I can observe a couple without them realizing I am there. It might be a bit creepy, maybe, but no harm, no foul is what I am going with.

I slowly and quietly make my way over to the stairs that lead up to the sun deck. I am on the right track, and whoever it is, did not waste time getting the action going. As I slowly move up the stairs, I know I will only be able to be undetected for a short time. It is dark, but there is nowhere for me to go without them noticing.

As I work stair by stair, I hear someone making out. I can listen to the moans of a woman in between what must be kissing and licking. It is a big turn-on for me. Just hearing this woman has me partially hard. And in my condition, it is a struggle between pain and pleasure as the pressure builds.

My head slowly comes to the point of no return. And I ease it up to look through the railings and see who is on the deck. I can make out the shapes on the far side of the deck: two figures by a lounge chair--one on the chair and the other possibly standing over or next to it. As I move a bit more, I'm sure they won't see me immediately. It is Sheri and another woman, I think. Sheri is pretty easy to make out because of her size. She is standing over another woman who has her head planted tightly between her legs. As I watch, this scene becomes very erotic. Sheri is working herself forward and back against the lips of the other woman. Her hands use the back of the lounge chair to support her body in this slightly unusual position. She is getting close; I realize that the sounds are coming from the woman in the chair, but that abruptly changes, and Sheri lets out a low moan and starts to shutter all over.

The other woman is feverishly diving into her with her tongue while she plays with herself with her right hand. It is a very erotic scene; I haven't yet figured out who the other woman is. Whoever it is, though, is talented with her mouth, and Sheri is not letting up as the waves continue over her. Then she abruptly pushes herself up straight, and I duck back down the stairs a couple of steps.

I hear Sheri's voice saying thank you to the other woman. Then, I hear the other woman's voice in a pleading tone.

"Please don't leave me like this, I need you!". This was Kathy's voice, and then the size and shape made perfect sense.

"I need to get back to bed," I hear Sheri saying.

"That is so unfair; you used me." Kathy whines.

But Sheri has none of it and tells Kathy, "Your box is not the one I want right now."

"You don't even know if she will do you. Besides, she is in bed and not coming out tonight."

I am very curious about who they are talking about. Dan didn't mention that this was a large lesbian crowd, and he would have told me if it was a thing. I was running through all the women on the ship when Sheri blew my mind.

"You saw the way she was dancing with me. She is a great kisser, and she pressed in when I touched her body." Kathy says with surprising confidence.

They were talking about my wife, Ashley. Ashley had told me what Sheri had whispered to her about going to her room before the end of the trip. But she didn't think it was that big of a deal. Ashley loves women, but this encounter had not triggered her to any degree. Unless I am reading her all wrong, that could be true with how she's acted on this trip. But I still don't think she realized how turned on she had Sheri. I would also bet she had no idea other women on the boat were also interested. Man, did I bring the pot of gold on this trip or what?

I am dragged back to reality as I see Sheri step back from the lounge chair and Kathy. There is only one way off the top deck, and that is the stairs I am using to spy from. I quickly and silently trace my way back down to the lunch parlor. Silently ducking into the parlor and then into the bathroom. I held the door slightly ajar so I could see the port hole out of the parlor and the end of the stairs leading down from the top deck. It was only 10 seconds or so when I saw Sheri's large form head past the parlor door and head to the stairs that lead to the cabins. I waited for a count of 30, then headed out; I grabbed a cookie from the parlor and walked like I had shown up for a snack. I decided to head up to see if Kathy was still in the lounge chair. I walked right onto the top deck like I had just arrived. Kathy was still in the lounge chair, a towel now wrapped around her body.

When I hit the top of the stairs, her head rolled toward me, and she looked shocked.

"I didn't mean to startle you," I say as I approach and sit sideways on the chair beside her.

"I woke up, still trying to adjust to life at sea. Then, I decided to come and count stars. I didn't think anyone would be up here." I continued.

"Me too; it is hard for me to sleep in new beds. I didn't know if anyone else would be around either, " she offers. I think she is trying to find out if I know about Sheri.

I can see from this close that she has a bit of a flush on her checks. She was worked up and surely didn't think I would be here. I decided to see what type of mood she is in. My injured cock is still pulsing from the two of them, and I would love a little attention of some kind. I reach out and place my hand on her knee, saying, "I hope it is all right if I do a bit of star gazing with you."

Her hand immediately finds mine, holding it in place as she says, "It will be nice gazing with you."

I stretch my neck and look up at the clear sky. It is quite stunning. You can see the Milky Way out here, unlike at home, there is no pollution and no clouds. I begin doing small circles with my fingers on her knee and lower thigh. She begins to stroke the back side of my hand. I let her slowly drag my hand up her thigh; she lets the towel move with it.

As I gaze from the stars to her face, I see she looks directly into them. I am no fool and move down to take her lips with mine. We kiss for a long while, slowly letting our tongues explore each other's mouths. My hands had moved up her thigh onto her waist and up to her back. This movement had the desired effect of opening the towel, so she was now completely naked. She arched up against me as she pulled at my shirt. Wanting our skin to be touching. I let go, pulled my shirt over my head and went back to working my lips down her neck to her breasts.

She was very responsive; I should thank Sheri for the warm-up. As I pulled her cone-shaped nipple into my mouth, I felt a gasp and then the telltale flutter of her lower muscles, giving her a slight spasm. I took this as a sign to keep going; she tried reaching for my shorts, but I kept them at arm's length. It just wasn't going to work. So, I slowly moved my way down her stomach, biting and kissing the whole way.

She was shaved entirely smooth; even though this is going out of style, I love it. I moved completely past her sex and started working my way back up from her inner thigh. It was clear that she was ready for more. It was all I could do to keep her from pushing her flower against my lips. I was driving her crazy, and she wanted my lips on hers. Usually, I prolong this step, but there was no denying, Kathy. I finally let her place herself on my lips, and I sucked each one individually into my mouth. As I moved back and let my tongue find her entrance, she started to cum. I quickly dove in and kept this going for some time.

I then decided to see how far I could take her. I removed my mouth and replaced it with two fingers. She was so wet that they slid right in. I immediately began the rhythm I use to make Ashley squirt. I moved back up and started kissing her taught mouth, enjoying feeling the attempts at breathing moving between us. I could tell right away that it would work with Kathy, too. As I moved her closer to ejaculation, she abruptly tensed and grabbed my hand.

"You have to stop!" she cried, "I don't know what is happening."

Having seen this type of reaction before, I know what 'is happening' and started to reassure her.

"It's alright, just let go. You will cum very hard; it will be beautiful." I say in a coaxing manner.

She is not sure, and I can tell. So, I slow down, start kissing her again, rubbing her breasts and then go to a more gentle massaging of the whole pussy. She seems to have calmed, and I get her to have a couple of small orgasms with her clit. I then begin to insert one, then the second finger back. This time, I reassure her from the start.

"It will be wonderful; just let it happen." I say as I begin the motion once more. Very slowly. I can tell she is completely turned on and out of control of herself.

As it builds, she finally lets go. Her arms are wrapped around my neck, and her lips are mashed against mine. She is breathing and trying to kiss while her hips start to buck up off the lounge. When this happens, it is my sign, and I begin the movements in earnest.

Finally, with a loud, deep rattling, "OH!" She lets go. My hand and arm are coated with her juice. Her stomach and thighs are coated. It just keeps cumming, and she keeps panting. She is bucking so hard that I am worried that the deck chair may give out.

I have my left hand buried deep in her. I have my right hand holding her against my chest, and she has both arms around my neck. She is squeezing everything so tightly that I am sure if I let go, she is welded to my body. It is great, and she is amazing.

It is at this moment that I hear a door crash open. I look back over my shoulder to see the first mate coming from the bridge. The same guy who gave me a dressing down for jumping off the deck. He must have heard her moaning cries. He is in the process of saying "What the" when he realizes what is happening, and he stops mid-step.

It was quite a scene; Kathy is now looking around my chest and holding on even tighter if possible. Her "OH" has changed into a "uh-oh." And the look on the first mate's face is classic. It is a cross between not you again and embarrassment. I am holding Kathy with a shit-eating grin. He puts his finger up as if to protest. I raise my eyebrows at him, and he turns and returns to the bridge without a word.

I slowly lay Kathy back on the chair and look at her. We both slowly start laughing and hugging.

I ask her if she would like to go down to the dive deck, shower and rinse off together. She quickly agrees.

"What about the chair? She asks, pointing at the wet mess on the bottom of it.

"First Matie, will handle it," I laugh as I pull her up and give her a kiss.

We head down the stairs to the dive deck. The boat is completely quiet; no one is about anymore. We get one of the stalls warmed up and climb in. It is a bit crowded, but that is okay with us.

We both take time washing each other, she starts by washing my back, then lathering up her front. She reaches around me and pulls me in close to her.

I can feel her breasts, and we both savor the feel of our bodies this way. Swaying to some unheard music put off by the ocean and the foreign romantic time and place we have found. I then turn and duplicate the same process with her. We end up face to face making out and having nice times with each other. She finally gets a closer look at my penis and realizes just how messed up it is. I apologize again for my inability, but she is cool and lets me know it is ok.

We get out, find some towels, and dry each other. With one last kiss, we both head off back to our cabins. I think we are both happy with our encounter. I, for one, am very happy that she turned out to be an understanding partner, and I think she also had a nice time.

I can't wait to tell Ashley what happened and what I learned about her this evening. However, I am done and ready for some sleep. I slowly open the door and slip into our cabin. Ashley is still out; now both breasts are uncovered. Her face is so beautiful, and she looks so sexy in her bed that it is hard for me not to wake her. But I decide to leave it until morning.