My name is Emma, and I want to share with you what happened to me on my Caribbean Vacation. I will start by telling you about myself. I am in my early 40′s stand 5’7 tall, have long brown hair and ice blue eyes, and I work in a rather stuffy Law Office. I was married to Sean for almost 10 years when our relationship ended, that’s when I decided to treat myself, to what I think was, a long overdue vacation. So, I figured that I would fulfill my dream of going to the Caribbean. It took me several months to plan out the details of my trip; I planned everything down to the smallest detail, including a full itinerary for the 4 days I would be there. I wanted to be sure I would be able to do everything I wanted. Which is a nice change of pace from married life.

I took a flight to Atlanta then a direct flight out of Atlanta going to Trinidad and Tobago, the day my divorce was final. Once I landed, I picked up my rental car and made the beautiful drive to Charlottesville, where I had rented a bay cottage. The location was astounding, the cottage was on the edge of a rainforest, right on the bay; just the type of place I needed to recoup and regroup. I didn’t even bother to unpack; I just grabbed my bikini and headed straight into the water.

The beach is deserted, just what I was hoping for when I booked someplace off the tourist path. The water feels amazing and I can’t get over how clear it is, back home you can’t see more than 10 feet in front of you, here it seems like you can see forever, I can’t wait to dive here. So I finished up my swim and headed in for a shower. The cottage had this amazing outdoor shower that brought out the exhibitionist in me. I must have been in there for at least an hour, because by the time I was done, the sun had begun to set. So, I grabbed a sundress from my bag and headed into town to find some place to grab dinner.

In town I found this quaint little place, I could hear the music from outside, so I decided to head in. It had a small bar that nobody was sitting at, so I pulled up a stool and had a seat. The bartender came up and introduced herself. “Hello there, my name is Steebeth; would you care for a drink?”

“Hi Steebeth, I would love a drink. What would you recommend?” I asked

“Would you like to try an Island Punch? It’s one of my favorites.” Steebeth replied

“Sure why not.” I answered “By the way Steebeth is a very interesting name, if you don’t mind me asking, what does it mean?”

“I don’t mind at all, it is a Trinidad name that means Great Beauty,” she said.

And a great beauty she was. She was about 5’5, long brown hair that went right over a nice round ass and small perky breasts and in the air conditioning it was very obvious that she was not wearing a bra. I proceeded to order my dinner, and Steebeth and I got to talking. She was born and raised on the island and she told me of a great cove to do snorkeling at, she said it was out of the way so it was usually deserted. Before I left she wrote down the directions to the cove and I decided that I would go there in the morning. I headed back to the cottage for a good night’s sleep.

In the morning I was awaken by the sounds of the surf and the birds in the fields behind my cottage. I had a light breakfast, put on my bikini and sarong. I then grabbed my snorkel gear and towel and headed on my way. When I arrived I was awe struck by the beauty and isolation of this cove. Without even a second thought I hit the water. This bay had some of the most amazing reefs I have ever seen, the marine life way so bright and colorful, I loved it. After exploring the reef for a bit, I figured it was time to take a break so I swarm back to the beach to catch some sun.

When I reached my towel I figured since I was the only one around, and it was such a secluded location, I decided to ditch my suit and try for an all over tan. I must have dozed off or something because I was startle awake by the sound of a familiar man’s voice saying “Can I join you?”

Without opening my eyes, I answered “I don’t mind, after all it’s not my beach.” I joked

The familiar voice replied “Of course it’s not yours, it’s mine.”

Surprised I opened my eyes and began to apologize, but when I saw the face of the man I could no longer speak. I knew the voice was familiar, but I was shocked when I saw that the man behind the voice was Parker. Parker and I had an on again and off again fling before I met my now ex-husband. I was so surprised to see him that I jumped up and gave him a hug, completely forgetting that I wasn’t wearing anything.

After the hug Parker took a step back and gave me a once over and said, “Emma you look even better that I remembered, and still quite the exhibitionist I see.”

“Oh my God!” I said as I reached for my towel, “I’m sorry, I was just so happy to see you. How’s your wife?”

“Good I guess, we’re been divorced for a few years now. How’s Sean?” he asked.

I held up my left hand showing no wedding ring, while saying, “I wouldn’t know.”

We both laughed for a moment and then just stood there kind of awkwardly for a minute when I had to ask, “What did you mean you beach?”

“Well after my divorce I came down here for some rest and relaxation, and I liked it so much I stayed,” Parker answered. “I see you still dive,” noticing the snorkel and mask, “Would you like a buddy? I have been diving here for years and you love to show you some of my favorite spots,” he continued

“That would be great, but I can only snorkel, I couldn’t bring all my gear on the plane,” I said

“Perfect, because this is all I have with me.” Parker said while pointing to his snorkel gear laying on the beach. “Let’s go.”

“Great just give me a minute to put my suit back on.” I reply

Parker grabs my arm and tells me not to bother with my suit as he drops his trunks on the sand and says “It’s better this way anyway,”

We headed into the water and I can’t help but think to myself that he still looks great naked. I spend the next hour or so with Parker as my tour guide. He was a pleasure to dive with, pointing out various sea life and rock formations. We continued until his dive watch alarm when off, and we headed in. on the beach he told me that he had to go close the shop and said ” I’ve had a great time and would like to get caught up, have dinner with me?”

“I would like that,” I responded

He pointed out a path and told me to follow it and it will bring me to his place where I could shower off the day, and disappeared as quickly as he arrived. I gathered my things and proceeded up the path. After walking for only a few moments, I saw it, Parker’s house. It was nothing like I had ever seen, or would ever expect. At first it looked like a modest two story bungalow. But as I got closer, it appeared that the ocean facing side was all glass and the second floor had French doors opened to a large balcony. “Parker’s done well for himself” I thought, as I headed in. After looking around I found, on the second floor, what appeared to be the master bedroom. I stepped into the master bath and jump into the shower.

As I washed off the sand and salt water for the day I kept thinking about the old days with Parker. Parker was the one who brought out the exhibitionist side in me. We rarely had sex in a bed; it was usually in some highly visible location like a parking lot during the day, or on the side of some highway. Where ever we were when the urge struck was good enough. Thinking about the old days got me pretty worked up. When I slide my hands down to wash my pussy I noticed I was soaked. I needed to take the edge off or else I might never make it to dinner. I slide two finger of my left hand deep into myself, and with my right hand I started rubbing my clit, all while thinking about how easily Parker used to bring me to multiple orgasms. Soon my entire body began to tremble, my pussy clamped down on my fingers, as I exploded, cum ran down my thighs as I sighed in relief. I quickly finished my shower, grabbed a towel and stepped back into the master bedroom to dry off.

While drying off I noticed a beautiful blue sarong dress lying on the bed. I thought to myself “It must belong to his wife,” I walked over to take a look at it. As I go closer I saw a note that read: “Emma, I thought you would look great in this… Parker.” I took the dress and put it on. I was astounded when I look at myself in the mirror. Not only was it a perfect fit, it showcased my large breasts wonderfully. After admiring myself, I headed back down stair to find Parker.

I rounded the corner into the kitchen, just as Parker was coming out. “I was just going to get you,” he said

And without another word he pulled me to him and kissed me with such passion that I began to get wet all over again. The kiss brought back all the excitement that I thought I had taken care of in the shower. I could tell by the growing bulge in his shorts that he was as turned on as I was. It took all my self control not to reach down and start stroking him, instead I broke our embrace. I took a step back and thanked Parker for the dress and slowly turned around, giving him a good look at me.

I asked, “Do you like?”

Parker responded by pulling me in close, looking me deep in the eyes saying, “What do you think?”

He leaned in and resumed kissing me. I could no longer resist, I had to feel his cock. So I reached down and gave his bulge a quick squeezed and started to rub his cock through his shorts. This was all the encouragement that he needed, Parker moved his right hand from my cheek and with one quick motion untied the knot that secured the dress. The dress fell to the floor, leaving me standing naked in his arms. With that I undid the button and zipper on his shorts and grabbed his cock causing him to moan in pleasure and for a drop of cum to escape. I had to have it, so I dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth.

I remember thinking to myself “Much thicker than I remembered,” as I continued to slide his cock deep into my throat. I paused to savor the feeling, and then started to slowly lick and suck my way back to the tip. Once I reached the tip of his massive erection, Parker grabbed me by the arms, pulled me to my feet and pushed me up against the wall. He then moved his hand down and slipped a finger into my already soaking wet cunt. Upon noticing just how wet I was, he just looked at me and smiled. I couldn’t take it any longer, I had to have him.

I reached my arms around him and pulled him in closer to me. Parker knew just what I wanted, and he gave it to me. With one fluid movement he plunged his enormous pick deep inside my awaiting pussy, causing me to scream in pleasure. Parker laughed at the sound of my scream and he started to forcefully fuck me, right there against the wall. Before I knew it my body was trembling as sign of my impending orgasm. I moaned, and soon my moans turned to screams as my orgasm took over. I started to buck wildly, matching his every thrust. Parker was soon moaning with his own pleasure, the sound of him pushed me right over the edge. My muscles clamped down on his cock, causing us both to cum with an intensity that I haven’t felt in a very long time.

As our simultaneous orgasms subsided, we collapsed onto the floor. We had been laying there in each other’s arms for a few moments, when Parker lifted my chin, kissed me and said.

“I have wanted to do that again for a very long time. How about that dinner?”

Parker lead me back upstairs and out on to the balcony, where there was a beautifully laid out dinner for two.

Surprised by the sight I asked, “When did you do this?”

“While you were in the shower,” Parker answered “And what a sight you were. I had thought about joining you, but I didn’t know how you’d react to me walking in.”

I laughed and said “I would have loved it if you had joined me, but at least you enjoyed watching.”

We proceeded to enjoy or dinner. During diner, laughed and joked, just like old times. Even the discussions of our failed marriages went smoothly. It was like no time had passed since we parted ways all those years ago. Before I knew it, a few hours had gone by. I commented on how late it was and that I should get going. Parker walked me to the door, hugged me goodbye, and whispered one word softly in my ear.

“Stay,” He said.

And stay I did. I slept so soundly that night, when I awoke in the morning Parker was gone. I looked around and noticed that the doors to the balcony were open, so I went to see if he was out there, He wasn’t. But, I did find a Breakfast and a note that read:

“Emma, Sorry I was gone when you woke up. I had to go open the shop and I will be back soon. I took the liberty of having your things sent over from the cottage and I had your rental car returned. You won’t be needing them. I have a big day planed for us. Enjoy breakfast, I will see you soon”

“How presumptuous of him, sweet but presumptuous.” I thought to myself, while I began eating breakfast. After breakfast, I took a shower and went to find my things and get dressed. It was hard to decide what to wear, not knowing what he had planned, so I put on a swimsuit and a sarong, figuring it would be appropriate for just about anything he had in mind. Once I was dressed I went down stair to wait for Parker to return.

Before I knew it, Parker walk through the door greeting me with a hug, then he proceeded to walk me outside and down the beach to his waiting boat. I must have had a puzzled look on my face because Parker said “Don’t worry and don’t ask; it’s a surprise.”

We boarded the boat and headed on our way, to where I didn’t know. After about 30 minutes, Parker shut down the engines and dropped anchor.

“We’re here,” He announced.

“If you say so, by the way where’s here?” I asked.

Parker just smiled and went below. A few minutes later he returned carrying two full scuba set-ups. Way back when I first learned to, dive Parker and I talked about doing some tropical diving together, but we never got the chance, up until now that is. Parker had brought everything we needed, even an underwater camera, so we suited-up and headed in.

I got to see some wonderful marine life. I saw my first manta; and some queen angles, turtles, and some huge brain coral. The water temperature was around 80 and the visibility was incredible, I could see the sights that were about 70 feet away. The currents were a bit stronger than I’m used to, but it was so much fun.

During our “bottom time” I was able to take tons of pictures, so I would always be able to remember this day. And every once in a while, Parker made it clear what was on his mind, but reaching out and rubbing my breasts, there was even a few times that he managed to slide his hand between my legs. Don’t get me wrong, I am sure not complaining, I even managed to cop a few feels of my own while we were down there. After about 30 minutes we decided to surface and take a break, so we headed for the boat.

Once we were back on board, we stripped off our gear and grabbed a drink. After relaxing for a few minutes I decided to make the first move. I leaned in and started caressing Parkers cock. He leaned back and spread his legs to allow me better access, but that wasn’t enough for me. I proceeded by putting his legs back together and pulling off his shorts. Parker just sat back and smiled. Once his short were out of the way I had full access to do what I had wanted to do since he found me on the beach. I leaned in and lightly licked the head of his cock, causing his cock to twitch and Parker to moan. That was just what I wanted to hear.

Using my hands I spread his legs wide enough for me to get between them. Once I was on my knees between his legs I seized the opportunity and began to devour his semi-hard cock. In one quick fluid motion I deep throated his cock and started licking the underside. I slowly worked my way back up to the tip where I increased suction while flicking my tongue across the top. I continued sock Parkers cock until he was rock hard. Then I looked him in the eyes and deep throated him one last time, before removing his cock from my mouth.

I stood-up and closed his legs, and then I straddled him. I ever so slowly impaled myself until he was completely buried inside my hot wet cunt. I paused, not only to savor the moment, but also to give my pussy a chance to adjust to his massive girth.

During that moment I looked Parker in the eyes and said “I’m going to ride you till you scream.”

I started by slowly lifting myself up to the point that only the head of his penis was still inside me, then I would quickly slam myself down engulfing every inch of him. Soon with the combination of slow and quick movements Parker began to moan, and I found the look of pure lust on his face to be completely intoxicating. I continued to fuck him in this manner, and soon he began to thrust into me, matching me stroke for stroke and his moans turned into screams.

Parker’s screams drove me absolutely wild. Just knowing I was the cause of his intense pleasure was empowering. He leaned over and took my nipple into his mouth, and that did it for me. Before I knew it I was experiencing the most mind blowing orgasms’ I have ever had in my life. First, my legs began to shake, then the shaking worked its way up my whole body; I became light headed and I could no longer hold back my scream of pleasure.

My cunt clamped down so hard on Parker’s cock that I was amazed that he could still move. The sounds and sensations of my orgasm were too much for Parker to handle, and he exploded inside of me, totally filling me with his cum. The two of us collapsed into each other’s arms and fell asleep.

We were woken up by the sound of Parker’s alarm, and he said, “I have to go closed the shop, wanna come with me?”

“Sure,” I answered, “You have me all day.”

Both of us began to laugh, as we head into shore. Once we were back, Parker tied up to the pier took me by the hand, and lead me to his shop. Now, in my mind I was picturing his shop as small bait and tackle, this couldn’t have been further from the truth. Parker’s shop was the massive state of the art, dive shop. Truth be told I have never been in a dive shop like it before; it even had an indoor pool in the center of the store.

Parker did his duties, as the shop owner, and closed the shop for the night. When he was done he gave me a full tour of the facilities. He showed me everything from the retail section to the fill station; he even showed me the heating system that kept the pool at a constant 85 degrees. Heading back through the store, to go to his office, Parker pushed me into the pool. I reacted quick enough to grab his arm and pull him in with me.

So here we are, in the pool, in the middle of his shop, laughing like a couple of teenagers. When Parker moved in behind me and cupped my breasts with his hands, which cause me to let out a sigh. Before I knew it Parker had untied my bikini top, exposing my breasts. He spun me around and kissed me passionately. Parker was holding me so close to him that I couldn’t help but feel his growing erection pushing up against my snatch. I instinctively started to rock my hips, rubbing myself up and down his cock.

Parker then bent down, taking my nipple into his mouth. While he sucked on one nipple, he would pinch and flick the other, then he would switch. After a few minutes of this he began to remove my bottoms, by untying the strings at the sides. Once both side were untied, he tossed them aside. He then lifted me up and sat me on the edge of the pool.

He positioned himself between my legs and kissed me deeply. When he stopped kissing me, he playfully pushed me back so I was lying on the pool deck with my legs still in the pool. Parker then leaned down and gave my pussy one long lick before focusing his attention on my clit. He started with light teasing lick and worked his way to strong quick flicks of his tongue. Parker must have sensed my impending orgasm, because when I was on the edge, he slid two fingers deep into my cunt, causing me to scream out in pure pleasure. The orgasm had me so hypersensitive, that I actually had to beg him to stop.

Ch. 04 – S&S Barroom Etiquette and Poolside Lessons

The Bar:

Friday evening at the Bengal Lounge was dark, crowded, and loud. Sullivan waited for Sarah at a small corner table with a beer. He had just arrived, and he already felt intimidated.

Sullivan had actually put thought into what turned out to be the wrong clothing. He had chosen his most casual look: flip-flops, a baggy t-shirt, and shorts. He didn’t even like flip flops. This attire probably would have been fine except there was some kind of fraternity gathering and the place was loaded with loud rich guys wearing long-sleeve shirts, dress shoes, and tailored slacks. They ignored him as if he was a bum and he felt like one.

Sullivan relied on his discipline to help him in most situations. However his discipline did not seem to help much in social settings like this, or with women.

And then Sarah entered the room. She spotted Sullivan and gave him a smile that lit up the room, getting the attention of the nearby fraternity guys. He realized this was the first time he had seen her smile, and his heart skipped.

As Sarah crossed the room Sullivan noticed she was dressed nicely and apparently knew several of the fraternity guys, who showed her a lot of respect. This just reinforced Sullivan’s feeling that he was outclassed. However he did notice that Sarah refused to chat with any of these guys because she was intent on meeting with him.

“Hello Sarah, can I get you a beer?”

“No thanks, I want to be completely alert for our diving lesson later. But I will take a diet coke.”

They managed to relax and chat for almost an hour. Sullivan thought Sarah was great. She was cheerful and energetic. And she didn’t seem to notice or care that Sullivan did not fit with the crowd. It began to dawn on Sullivan that this girl was special.

Normally in this situation Sullivan might be nervous and allow his mind to think negative thoughts such as: ‘this won’t last long’, or ‘she just likes me because I’m a jock’. Instead Sullivan felt genuine acceptance from her, and he was truly enjoying this time as exceptional.

But that great feeling changed when he caught the eye of a particular person in the room. “Aw, shit!” Sullivan said under his breath.

“Hi-ya Sullivan!” said a short muscular guy as he bounced to the table. “I see you’re breaking training. I don’t blame you considering how you dove in this morning’s Prelims.”

Sarah turned to Sullivan with a look of curiosity over what this was about. Sullivan was obviously uncomfortable as he introduced her to the grinning intruder. “Harvey is a diver from Memphis, here for a big swimming and diving meet. This morning we did the first seven of ten dives on the high board. Harvey is in the lead and I’m in eighth place.”

Harvey looked as if he expected Sarah to be impressed with him, but she simply nodded politely. Harvey focused his attention back to Sullivan. He looked at Sullivan but spoke as if he was talking to Sarah.

“Sullivan barely made the cut. The top eight will do the last three dives in the Finals tomorrow.”

Harvey’s strange communication style irritated Sarah. She was a feminist at heart, but this trait never became evident until she was around a guy who was self-absorbed.

Sullivan squirmed in his chair as Sarah commented to Harvey, “So you haven’t won yet.”

Harvey never quit looking straight at Sullivan as he replied, “No, but I have my best dives left. And no one will be able to catch me, unless I break training like Sully here.”

Sarah had an impish grin as she calmly looked at Harvey and said, “You Pussy!”

Both divers turned to look with amazement at Sarah. Sullivan simply leaned back in his chair and smiled, looking forward to seeing what would develop. He gulped on his beer hoping Harvey would notice the implication that Sullivan was not a pussy.

Harvey smiled and turned a little red in reaction to her comment. This time he actually looked at Sarah when he leaned one hand on the table and spoke. “What you don’t know is the history behind Sullivan and me. Four years ago he came to a big diving meet in my home town, Memphis. I had never lost, and he ended up winning by four measly points! In my home town! In front of my family and friends!”

Harvey turned to glance at Sullivan, who just shrugged. Harvey kept talking, “It motivated me. Since that day I’ve worked out like a dog, without a single vacation break, and I’ve obviously passed Sullivan by. However, the good feeling won’t be complete until I can fully return the favor. I’ve been looking forward to the moment, and tomorrow it’s going to happen!”

Sullivan had enough. He didn’t wait to find out if Sarah was interested in hearing more, “Sarah, how about dancing with me?”


Without comment, they left Harvey alone and still leaning with his hand on the table. His grin stayed frozen on his face.

Sullivan swayed a little as he followed Sarah to the dance area. He was not much of a drinker, and the low fat content of his body did not help. But once they made it to the dance floor he was comfortable. A slow dance started and Sarah eased into his arms as if they had done this many times before. She was completely relaxed and Sullivan reveled in the feel of her body moving under the light materiel of her summer dress.

A hand tapped Sullivan on the shoulder, “Mind if I cut in?” Of course it was the grinning Harvey Hand. Sarah and Sullivan stumbled apart in confusion and mild surprise. Harvey took that as an invitation and moved in to dance with Sarah. She looked over Harvey’s shoulder in wide-eyed surprise as Sullivan stood alone in the middle of the dance floor.

Sullivan walked to the side of the room and he again realized he felt tipsy from gulping down that beer too fast. He looked back at Sarah and Harvey dancing and talking, and Sullivan realized he felt rattled and out of place.

Sullivan could not bear to just watch so he went into the nearby bathroom. When he looked in the mirror Sullivan could see his hair was messed up, forming a goofy-looking swirl on top of his head. As he straightened his hair he spoke to his reflection, “You’re out of your element here, Sullivan!”

When Sullivan came back out to face the crowded room, he could not find Sarah or Harvey on the dance floor. “That’s it! I’m out of here!” he mumbled to himself.

Sullivan took several steps toward the door then heard a clear, calming, female voice, “Are we leaving for the pool?” It was Sarah, and she was sitting at the same table as before. Sullivan came close with a confused expression and Sarah dropped her eyes with an apologetic tone in her voice, “I’m sorry, but I wasn’t going to keep dancing with that guy once you left my sight.”

The Pool:

Sarah noticed that Sullivan had seemed uneasy at the bar. This was strange to her since he was an obvious “Big-Man-On-Campus” and she felt overwhelmed around him. However here at the swimming pool he exuded confidence and Sarah was the one who was a little rattled.

“OK Sarah, I’ll spot you on a few back bends for practice. Then we’ll see about your trying a back dive again with my help.”

Sullivan and Sarah were in their bathing suits on poolside at night. The facility was closed but one of Sullivan’s jobs was night watchman so of course he was able to sneak Sarah into the facility. The pool was outdoors but was completely surrounded by walls and buildings. It was beautiful in the dark with just a few lights reflecting off the mirror-smooth water.

Sullivan got on one knee in the middle of a tumbling mat and signaled for Sarah to come close. He touched her at knee level, guiding her into position near him.

“This first time, just sit on my knee and I’ll help you complete the rest of the back bend.”

“Sure, that doesn’t seem so difficult,” she smiled. As she sat on his knee Sullivan placed one hand on the back of her thighs and one in the middle of her back.

Sullivan silently noticed the feel of Sarah’s warm smooth skin, and also her composure. He became aware of a very faint aroma, not a perfume but simply the crisp clean pleasant smell of a woman. “Just look straight back and place your hands on the mat.”

Sullivan lifted her up slightly so that she was no longer seated on his knee. Sarah was a little shaky but she completed the move, ending up in a backwards bridge position.

“Very good!” Sullivan said. He was still supporting her and could not help but focus on the sensitive hollow of Sarah’s bare tummy, just below the rib cage. He reached under her to pull and lift her to him, allowing her to stand upright with just a little stumble. He was careful to avoid her breasts as they narrowly missed brushing across his face.

“Alright, now I’ll spot you just like I will when we’re on the board.”

They faced each other with easy smiles and assumed a position very much like a light embrace. Sullivan held Sarah along the lower back much closer than necessary.

At that point Sarah became confused by the closeness of their positioning. She looked innocently up to Sullivan, clearly wondering if he was trying to kiss her. He fumbled clumsily with her, realizing that he had caused this dilemma.

Sarah responded by lifting her chin and offering her lips to him. Sullivan was slow to accept the invitation, so by the time he bent to kiss her, all Sullivan got was her forehead butting him in the front teeth.

“Oof!” he flinched.

“Oh! I’m sorry!” Sarah exclaimed. They both giggled awkwardly as Sullivan ran his tongue over his teeth.

“It was my fault,” he laughed. “That’ll teach me for trying to be sneaky about getting close.”

“It’s okay, you can be sneaky if you want to.”

“Well, let me try that again.” Sarah turned her face up to him and Sullivan experienced the best first kiss of his life. Sarah’s lips were warm and full. She easily settled into his arms and seemed to be the perfect height for a standing kiss. Their bodies came together for full sensual contact but it was the moist kiss that Sullivan would remember for the rest of his days.

As their lips parted Sarah tilted her head back and cooed in a way that showed the kiss had been special for her too. Sullivan commented, “Wow, one of us is a really good kisser!”

That first kiss was all they needed to be completely comfortable with each other. They smiled and casually touched each other innocently as if they had been together for years. Eventually they had to resume practicing back bends.

Sullivan joked, “Okay, this time I really mean it. Do a back bend as if we are on the diving board.”

Again they came to each other in a light embrace. The front of their thighs touched and neither one backed away from the contact. Sullivan scanned her torso and also the way her pubic area protruded into the stretched covering of the two-piece bathing suit.

She completed the move easily, with only a little help from Sullivan. As she got to a standing position she looked at Sullivan with a beaming smile, “You know what? I think our little sensual play distracts me and makes the back bend less scary.”

“Really? Let’s try it again!”

Sullivan and Sarah moved quickly to face each other. Sullivan then moved slow purposefully with a loose embrace that caused their bodies to barely touch along the front of their thighs and torsos.

Sarah dreamily responded by leaning toward Sullivan and lightly moving her palms over his shoulders and back. Sullivan leaned his face in to lightly nuzzle her neck and she turned toward him for a kiss, just a soft meeting of the lips lasting only a couple of seconds.

Sarah easily bent backwards as they pretended to ignore the excitement of their thighs pressed against each other. With very little help from Sullivan she completed the back bend. He was genuinely impressed, “Good job!”

Sarah enthusiastically jumped up and threw her arms around Sullivan’s neck with a squealing hug. They managed to kiss briefly again before the bright eyed Sarah exclaimed, “That was easy! I think I’m ready for the diving board!”

The lack of sunlight did not seem to bother them. Sarah climbed up the ladder first. Almost immediately Sullivan was beside her, easing her nerves merely by slipping his hand into hers and guiding her movements. They slowed as they neared the end of the board where it bent with their combined presence.

“OK, turn around and back your heels off the end of the board,” Sullivan said quietly.

Sarah’s eyes grew bigger and her eager smile disappeared as she turned her back to the pool. Sullivan was standing close. Without meaning to, Sarah pulled him closer until their torsos and thighs met. She backed up and gently pulled Sullivan along with her. He obediently shadowed her movements while his hands supported the small of her back. When she was situated, she looked wide-eyed and questioning up into Sullivan’s eyes.

“Don’t worry, I have you. Now, just do that back bend.”

Sarah slowly bent backward. Both of them ignored that her pubic bone was pressing firmly against Sullivan’s thigh. Sarah looked backward at the darkness and began to make out the upside-down image of the end of the pool. When she saw the water a flood of confidence overcame her and she automatically leaned to fall back and place her hands on the water.

Sullivan carefully held her at the waist and allowed her body to fall toward the water. Just as a precaution he also went into the water face first, holding her all the way down.

They broke the surface and Sarah was ecstatic, “I did it!” She threw her arms around Sullivan’s neck and he avoided going under by swimming backward and dragging them both toward the side of the pool. She held on for the ride with a surprised, “Oooo!”

In two elementary back strokes Sullivan reached the side and the momentum of their bodies naturally made them come together. This time they both said, “Oooo!”

But Sarah did not contain her enthusiasm. “I did it!” she repeated. She was animated and excited, and her beaming expression was all the lighting Sullivan needed on this beautiful night.

“One more like that and you won’t need me anymore,” Sullivan said with genuine pride.

Their faces were close and they leaned toward each other as if drawn by a magnet. Their kiss was real, not just an affectionate peck. Sullivan’s body drifted closer to Sarah in the deep water.

Their bare thighs touched and rubbed with the weightless effect of the water as they each held on to the side of the pool. Even wearing bathing suits, the tingle of skin sliding against skin was intoxicating for them both. Finally, Sullivan’s groin settled against Sarah, with the head of his firm penis nestling gently and perfectly into the folds of her vagina.

“OOooo!” Sarah broke the passionate kiss, flinching away but also allowing their naked thighs to glide in contact as they parted. With a flushed face she whispered, “That’s a little intense for me!” She breathed heavily and said, “I need to catch my breath before I get on the board again.”

“Yeah,” his voice echoed in the solitude of near-darkness.

Once they were rested they made it back onto the diving board. Sullivan announced, “One more back dive, and I won’t help unless you need it.” There was no hug this time. She nervously got into position. Sullivan was careful to stand just apart from her as he held his palms at her waist without touching. An onlooker, if there had been one, would have seen a little ballet of two sensual people moving without quite touching.

“Just lean back,” Sullivan coached but there was no need to say anything. Sarah knew exactly what she was doing. She easily and fearlessly did a back bend into the water, even positioning herself to dive deep instead of spooning right back up to the surface.

Sullivan was in the water with her by the time she got back to the top. “Congratulations!”

“I did it! And without your help!” Sarah squealed as she lunged over the water, throwing her arms around his neck.

They temporarily went under as they held onto each other. Upon surfacing Sullivan smiled, “Hang on tight and take a deep breath. I’ll give you a celebration ride.”

Their faces were close and Sarah’s smile could not have been more thrilling for Sullivan. She nodded and took an exaggerated breath while looking closely into Sullivan’s eyes. Sullivan stroked powerfully backward with Sarah’s buoyant weight on his chest, and then he submerged like a submarine.

Sarah was almost in a dream world. They went deep and the only sound was rushing bubbles in the eerie darkness. As they began an upward path they turned over so that Sarah could see the surface. She pulled up snug around Sullivan’s neck and wrapped her legs tight around his waist.

When they broke the surface they were near the side. Sarah continued her hold onto Sullivan and he gently swam to press her back against the side. He bent his head to kiss her and Sarah accepted the kiss with passion, pulling tighter with her arms and legs.

Sullivan responded by gently pressing his body against hers. He carefully placed his stiff dick directly against her pussy, remembering that this seemed to scare her before. However, this time Sarah widened her knees and gently pressed back against him through their bathing suits. They both experienced electric sensations as their genitals pushed together while bare stomachs and thighs glided against each other in the weightlessness of the water.

Sullivan tenderly backed away to view Sarah’s beaming face. It caused an emotional flutter of pleasure across his chest.

After a time Sarah exclaimed, “That swim was fun! Let’s do it again!”

This began an evening of swimming and erotic hugging. Each time they stopped for air they eagerly hugged in a way that first pressed their genitals intimately together against their bathing suits. They did not move but simply hugged, sometimes with a gentle caress and sometimes with a desperate grasp as if to become one body.

Eventually Sarah had to bring up the topic of going home. They got out of the pool giggling and dried off near the tumbling matts.

With a grin and a sparkle in her eye Sarah asked, “How about a couple of back bends to end our date?”

They only managed to get Sarah through one back bend. Sullivan’s helping fingers did more caressing than spotting. And when Sarah easily finished the back bend she lay on her back smiling up at the kneeling Sullivan, which he took as an invitation.

Real passion began when Sullivan settled against Sarah. Making out in the pool had been exciting, but it was more like embracing and cuddling. Once outside of the water the feeling of skin on skin was much more intense. As Sullivan lay down beside Sarah he moved his hand along the outside of her thigh and settled his palm on her warm stomach. The feel of his touch surprised her and she flinched by slamming her heals down hard onto the matt. This caused a round of giggles from them both.

They cradled into each other’s arms on their sides and they both groaned with the increased intensity when legs and arms brushed together. Even the passionate kiss seemed different from previously.

Up to this point neither of them had directly fondled the other. In fact they both kind of pretended that the intense underwater embraces were just normal hugs. Sullivan rolled on top and Sarah spread her knees then caressed the outside of his legs with her calves. As before, Sullivan carefully aimed his aching penis directly into Sarah’s welcoming and warm soft spot. This time they both flinched, and then burst into giggles at themselves.

But they did not laugh for long. They kissed deeply and began to writhe against each other while keeping constant pressure between Sullivan’s cock and her vagina. Their breathing became more labored and their urgent caressing movements more spontaneous.

Their hands may have been staying in “proper” places, but their bodies began to grind against each other. Sullivan’s hips started to move in a humping motion, and instead of objecting Sarah succumbed to the overwhelming urge to bump back against him.

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