Offshore Drilling
Dolphins are supposed to be playful, Helen thought to herself. Then, bitterly, she acknowledged that the bastards had been playing. Their actions had not been friendly, but they had certainly been playful. They had pushed her rubber raft several miles offshore, then tipped it over, throwing her into the water. Quite a game.
This is what she deserved, she supposed, for pausing in her journey. The school year had been a dreadful one. Her principal was an ambitious prick. Her students had seemed particularly dense. And her boyfriend had cheated on her. She was on her way to join her sister in a cabin they'd rented for the summer, but she'd stopped to unpack her raft, inflate it, and just float in the ocean for an hour or four. Well, she had certainly achieved her goal.
She was wearing her life jacket, and the overturned raft was bright yellow. It was only a matter of time before somebody saw her and came to her rescue. In the meantime, the floating had become both tedious and terrifying. She had lost her grip on the slippery raft, which was unnerving, but she stayed close.
Finally, she heard it. A motor. Somebody was coming for her. "Hang on!" a voice called. "I'll be right there!" It was the sweetest sound she'd ever heard.
There was a splash as somebody entered the water. A man swam up next to her, wearing his own life vest. "Are you okay?" he asked.
"Damsel in distress," she said. "In need of rescuing."
"Hot damn!" the man exclaimed. "Damsels in distress are my specialty."
"This is quite your lucky day, then," Helen observed.
"You bet it is. Here. I brought you a snorkel."
"Just get me out of the water," she said. "I don't need a snorkel."
"I think your vest is deflating," he said. "Put on the snorkel while I re-inflate you. You may not need it, but your face may dip beneath the water before I get this done."
Fighting panic, Helen put on the snorkel. The man swam behind her and took hold of her vest. He fiddled with the straps as she tried to relax.
"Huh," he said. "I was wrong. Your vest is fine. It's your bikini top that's loose."
Helen gasped as he untied the knot. Her hands went to her chest, but the water slowed her movements. Her bikini was in his hand.
"Listen, fucker!" she yelled, spitting out the snorkel. Helen tried to turn to face him, but his hands were on her hips, keeping her in place.
"Oops," he said, pulling the side ties. "There go the bottoms." Except for the life vest and the snorkel, Helen was naked.
"You son of a bitch!"
"What's this rescue worth to you?" he asked. "I can go away if you prefer. But it might be awhile before anybody else finds you. Night's coming on. Do you want me to rescue you or will you wait?"
Helen thought about it. There was only one answer. "I want the rescue."
"What's it worth?"
"What do you want? A blowjob?"
"You ever been fucked in the Pacific?" he asked.
"Fine," she said. "Get me on your boat and you can fuck me."
"Nothing wrong with right here," he countered.
"Here? It's not possible."
"Sure it is. You've got a vest. You get to be the flotation device. Put the snorkel in your mouth."
Skeptically, she did as he said, and allowed him to adjust its position, so it stuck out straight behind her head. Beneath the water, he removed his swim trunks.
"I hate to lose these," he said. "But I guess it's only fair." He let them go and watched them sink.
"My name's Eric, by the way," he introduced himself. He moved up behind her. "Lean forward. Look into the water."
Helen obeyed. The sun was nearly down and the water was dark. She couldn't see a thing down there. Suddenly, Eric jumped on her back, forcing her face first into the water. The vest kept her from sinking, but with both their weights, it could not keep Helen above the surface.
She nearly panicked when the water closed over her head, but the snorkel enabled her to breathe normally, so she calmed down. Much more alarming was the feel of Eric's cock probing between her legs.
Helen had once read that in many women, the vagina lubricates in response to fear. It seemed to be an evolutionary defense, protecting a woman from injury during rape. The book had irritated Helen, implying that rape was so natural and normal that a woman's own body expected it.
Offensive or not, she now had reason to be grateful to that traitorous female physiology as Eric's cock found its target and slid easily home.
Submerged and suspended in the deep, dark water, Helen could see nothing and hear very little. Her world was reduced to the salty, rubbery taste of the sea air coming through the snorkel, the weight of the heavy male body forcing her beneath the ocean's surface, and the penis sinking into her own deep places.
The air was cool and the water cold, but the cock inside her was hot. Right now, it was her only source of heat and she gratefully welcomed its presence. To Helen's very great surprise, she was actually nearing orgasm.
