I taught scuba diving as a sideline while still in school. Dive instructors are so grossly underpaid, it can hardly be more than that!
From 14 to 17 years old, I took a bunch of scuba diving courses and started my divemaster course when I was 17. I had to wait to be 18 before completing the divemaster course. Then I jumped right into the scuba diving instructor development course (IDC) and graduated a couple of months later, having picked up a free dive computer along the way — assuming that sucking is not a currency per se!
After teaching on weekends at the pool of the local dive shop where I had done all my dive training, I made comments to the effect that chlorine was not what I had in mind when I became a scuba diving instructor! I was losing interest and so James invited me to come on his next dive trip. The dive shop regularly organized expeditions to exotic destinations and two staff members would always go for free in exchange for pampering the paying guests.
This one was to Roatan, an island in Honduras.
We were at Miami airport, transferring flights, when I realized the plan was for James and me to share a room. It was my first group travel, and I hadn’t even thought of that part of the logistics! James and I were the only two staff members while I was the only girl in the group.
“Free-traveling staff members have to suck it up!” he said. Yes! Of course, I wondered if he meant “suck it” but I had already seen, licked and sucked his penis and balls so… Whatever!
However, he had never seen me naked, and I was sure that he wanted to look at my boobs by the way he stared at me at the pool and at the dive shop. You know… Old married men have little control of themselves around young women — in my experience, anyway.
And here’s the thing… I remember feeling good about the ‘power’ I had. He wanted to see my naked body, and I was gonna have fun with that all week. So, I guess it is not new that I like to tease men with my skin!
I never told my parents and I’m sure he never told his wife.
On our first night at the resort, he got out of the bathroom buck naked after brushing his teeth and getting ready for bed. He was semi-erect, and it made me smile. He was thinking of me! And it reminded me of my dive computer. His hardening penis was a tool for me to easily control him.
I went in the bathroom next, but I came out with a towel around my body and then switched to a t-shirt when he wasn’t looking. The funny thing is that I always slept naked at home.
At a very young age, I ditched the pajama my mom wanted me to wear in bed. I never understood why people wear these things. I prefer when the sheets slide on my naked body. I don’t like it when the sheets follow me because of fabric to fabric friction.
In any case, my parents were understanding, loving people. They were not nudists. In fact, I’ve never seen my dad’s penis. But they didn’t object to me being naked at home unless we had guests over.
So it was unusual for me to sleep in a t-shirt.
It was a very short one. He could see the bottom part of my bum cheeks and lower-end of my vulva. Yet, he was fixated on the shape of my young perky boobs showing through the shirt, and I remember liking it — especially appreciating the fact that it would be for me to decide if, and when, he would see them. As far as I am concerned, it is not ‘objectification’ when I am the one controlling the ‘object’!
By the way, there were two beds in our cabin. James didn’t invite me to his bed, and I didn’t show that I wanted to join. I wondered how long that would last! It was like a wolf in the hen house…
In the morning, I put my bikini on while in the bathroom, then we spent the whole day scuba diving and entertaining his paid clients. We invested more time at the pool bar than on the dive boat!
Devoting a full day to wearing nothing more than a bikini and flip-flops is great. I love it now in South Florida and I loved it then. Well, actually, for the current month of June, I am committed to remaining in the nude until the 4th of July, but that is a different story.
For our second night in Roatan, we initially followed the same routine as the day before. He walked around in the nude, proudly displaying his male rod all around the room. I kept a short t-shirt on. One difference is that he grew some balls and got closer to what he wanted by coming into the bathroom while I was brushing my teeth, without knocking first. Sadly for him, I had already put on my t-shirt and I almost laughed.
Then, he asked me why I was wearing a t-shirt since it was not cold. We both preferred to sleep with opened windows and no air conditioning. Our cabin was on the waterfront and we could hear the ocean all night. It was paradise!
I told him he could be my grandfather, and he was married. It didn’t bother me, but I loved seeing him longing for my body. He didn’t reply, but then, as I was falling asleep, he pulled the bedsheet off my body and placed his head between my legs. Seeing a half-bald, half-gray-hair head going down on me brought wetness to my pussy pretty quickly. I have to admit, I always had it for old men.
I didn’t have issues with my dad at home, so I don’t know where that comes from. But back to what happened in Roatan…
Gosh, that man was good with his tongue! I put my young legs on top of his shoulders, clarifying that he was welcome to continue.
To this day, my best orgasms have been with old men. It’s not just that they seem to know more about how to please me. It’s like I sense strong worshipping vibes in everything they do with my body!
With his face between my legs, his tongue on my clit, and fingers up my vagina, he tried to push my t-shirt up with his other hand. But I held it down with both hands and I exploded in pleasure. The mind-thrilling sex he gave me was heightened by the fact I was preventing him from seeing my boobs while he was desperate to gain access. It was such a rush!
After making me climax, he got on his knees next to me on my bed. His old cock was hard as a rock. I later discovered the power of Viagra and Cialis! I pushed him down and reciprocated by providing oral sex pleasure, licking his balls and sucking his cock.
At one point, I wanted him, but he stopped me from sitting on his dick. He said he was married. We exchanged a few words while I was serving his penis. For him, we were not ‘having sex’ as long as he did not penetrate me. To me, it is fascinating to see the extend to which men will go to intellectually pretend they are not having sex outside marriage.
So I went back to acting on his cock until my mouth got full of gooey stuff.
I remember going to the bathroom afterward, although I had swallowed his load, rinsing my mouth to get rid of all the pubic hair in it. Like so many men, he was not trimmed between his legs. Every lick of his balls sent pubic hair in my mouth.
The (not so) funny thing is that I thought it was normal. I only realized that men’s balls could be as smooth as I keep my body when I saw my first porn video a year later. Yes, I know! I was late on that front, but what can I tell you? I was never interested in porn, no matter how easy it was to see that stuff anywhere.
In fact, up to the age of 19 years old, I thought it was normal for me to end up with a mouthful of pubic hair, to swallow every time a man ejaculated in my mouth, and to deep-throat every cock I sucked. That last one was taught to me by my first boyfriend. What a self-serving prick!
But it’s fine. I grew up like that and so I learned to have no issue with these three things. It has its advantages since I enjoy being used as a fuck toy and the more I can take whatever the male beasts ditch at me, the better!
I still didn’t sleep in his bed.
On the next day, we retired to our quarters early at the end of the afternoon and spent time on the deck between our cabin and our neighbors’. Two divers from our group were staying in that other one.
We went for a beach swim at sunset, before I changed into my night t-shirt. I then noticed our neighbors still sitting outside, and I joined them. It is one of my earliest memories of being an exhibitionist (enjoying showing my body as opposed to naturally walking around in the nude like I did at home).
Of course, I wasn’t totally naked, but I remember stretching my hands up at one point, exposing my pussy, just before James joined us with beer for all.
One thing led to another, and I ended up sitting on the knees of one of our neighbors. He extensively caressed my legs while we kept chatting and drinking until his hand got up higher and his thumb touched my clit. I moaned. James left at that point and I remember having been excited about letting another man play with my body in front of my roommate, who desperately wanted me.
That man brought me into their cabin where we had sex. His roommate followed and joined, of course… Men! The sex was ordinary except that I had fun looking at the door, wondering if James would come to ‘claim me’, but he never did. Too many men give up too easily!
I woke up in the other guy’s bed while the sun was coming up. I put my t-shirt back on and went to my cabin where I found James lying on his back with his eyes open. He looked sad.
I jumped on his bed, placed a leg on each side of his face, and lowered my pussy onto his lips. James, once again, provided awesome oral sex services.
“Sex was so good with these guys!” I said, while he worshipped my pussy. “Too bad you are married!”
I sensed renewed energy in his tongue when I mentioned sex with the neighbors, so I did it again a couple of times and it paid off every time!
I didn’t reciprocate on that morning. I simply went to have a shower and put my bikini on for another day of scuba diving, leaving him in bed with a hard cock pointing at the ceiling. It gives me shivers to think about it. When I got out of the bathroom, his cock was soft and he had tissue paper in his right hand. That got me giggling!
That’s mostly how the rest of the week went, except he never had to use tissue again. My mouth was there for him!
Every evening, I showed the naked bottom part of my body on the terrace between our two cabins, spent the first part of the night having sex with two men who could both be my father, and ending the night getting my pussy worshipped by a man who could be my grandfather.
And all along, I kept my boobs hidden from James. It is still making me laugh as I think about it now! The two ‘daddies’ next door got plenty of time with my naked tits, though. The more I knew James wanted to see the girls, the more I enjoyed letting our neighbors play with them. My young nipples got plenty of attention!
I remember sitting on James' face in the middle of the night after sex with the neighbors and he always welcomed me. He also always tried to push my t-shirt up, and I always fought to keep it down. It was a fun fame that delivered many orgasms during that week!
Since I started sharing My Sex Life Diary and writing erotica short stories, I have been blessed with tremendous support by readers, many of whom sent me messages stating, among other things, that I was particularly creative. The thing is… Am I?
It just happens that I am quite active and audacious, sexually. Are people born with a high sex drive or… How does that work? I don’t go out of my way to find sexual adventures. I just jump (pun intended) on opportunities with no hesitation. It’s my life, my body.
And for my erotica short stories, they are inspired by real-life events on which I build what I would have liked to experience.
Only a handful of my erotica short stories are disconnected from my life, like those sex in the office adventures.
So what do you think?
Writing this story has made me remember other adventures I had when I was 18 and 19 years old while still living at home. For instance, I have given blow jobs underwater in the pool but never in the ocean. I could write you a report about the pool and I will work on making the ocean one happen… Stay tuned!