Settling in with my book and my drink, I noticed someone joining me in the next chair, but I was too engrossed in the book to stop and look. When I turned the page, my eyes wandered slightly over to the chair and I gasped with amazement. I would recognize those tanned, gorgeous, shapely legs anywhere. It was Abbie lying beside me, and without her usual posse of men. As I glanced quickly at her, I was rewarded with a smile and nod.
“Did my guys get you wet earlier?” she asked, the words sounding like music to my ears.
How was I supposed to answer? Did I play it innocent and pretend that I did not know what she meant, or was I honest with her? “Yeah, just a little. My fault I guess for sitting there and not paying attention.”
“I noticed you in the bar last night and then again at poolside today during the scuba lesson. Why don’t you join us for the next class? We have one starting tomorrow that lasts for two days and then we go on a dive to a sunken ship. Interested?”
Interested, if she only knew how interested. There was just one little problem with scuba lessons and me—I was horribly claustrophobic. Do I tell her and sound like a wimp or blow it off and possibly lose her interest? “I would love to, but I’m not sure I can. I have a horrible claustrophobia problem and being under all that water…I’m just not sure.”
“I’ve had several of my students with that problem and we seem to work it out. If you’re interested, why don’t you show up for class tomorrow and we'll see what we can do.” Laughing she added, “I guess I could at least introduce myself. My name is Abbie and just in case you didn’t know, I’m the scuba instructor.”
“Yeah, I kind of got that impression. My name is Shelia and I’m pleased to meet you.” When I shook her hand, my knees went weak and my heart leapt in my chest. Good thing I was sitting down, or I would have fallen on my butt right there in front of her. “I guess I could try the scuba thing. No promises though.”
“Deal. Be at the pool nine o’clock tomorrow morning, sober and preferably hangover free. Believe me, you don’t want to be fighting a hangover and try to scuba at the same time.”
That last comment made me wonder if she had seen my drunken, staggering act of last night or the hangover recovery in the café this morning. Well, I couldn’t do anything about the past, and she did seem to be interested, or was she just being nice? After all, she did work for the resort, and I was a guest.
We lay in our separate lounge chairs, occasionally talking about inconsequential things, just passing the time. How I longed to roll over, take her in my arms and snuggle tight. Finally, I just could not take any more of the pressure; I had to get out of there while I still had my dignity intact. As I packed up my bag, Abbie reminded me about the scuba lessons, and I promised to be there as long as there was no commitment on my part.
Chapter 3
I kept the deal I made with myself, no alcohol with or after dinner. Jim thought I was nuts, a vacation with no booze? I discovered just how little there was to do for a single female at a romantic resort if you didn’t drink. After my third round-trip walk up and down the beach, I flopped into a chair left behind at the end of the day. I closed my eyes and rested my head on the back of the chair.
“I thought you would never stop pacing. What has you so worked up, if I might ask?”
There was no mistaking that sweet, sultry, arousing voice. Turning in the direction of it, I could just make out the silhouette of Abbie, reclining in a chair, slowly sipping on a tall, cool drink. I had to clear my throat several times before I felt comfortable answering her question, and then I did my best to avoid it all together.
“I thought we weren’t supposed to drink before scuba lessons. Breaking your own rules?” I laughed as I pulled my chair closer to hers.
“I never said you couldn’t drink, just that you shouldn’t drink too much and wind up with a hangover. There is a fine line between the two. And you still didn’t answer my question, why the pacing?”
Was it possible? Was this gorgeous woman coming on to me? It was impossible to tell since I could not see her eyes in the dark, but the tone of her voice and the choice of her words made the thought just possible. The question remained, was I brave enough to take a chance?
I didn’t want to frighten Abbie away, but I had to know just where I stood. Was a relationship possible? I took a deep breath, steeled my nerve, and moved in closer. I was finally ready to ask her for a date. Just as my mouth opened, up walked several of her scuba trainees, ready to celebrate their new dive cards. Still unable to see her face clearly, I thought I heard regret in her voice when laughing, she agreed to join them for a celebratory drink at the bar.
I was invited to join them, but sharing Abbie was the last thing I wanted to do this evening. As I declined the invitation, she reached over and briefly touched my arm, apologized for the interruption, and confirmed our scuba lesson tomorrow morning. As I returned to the room, I was pleased to discover that Jim was not there, leaving me alone with my thoughts of Abbie.
Chapter 4
The amount of time I spent getting ready this morning was laughable. After all, what did one wear to a scuba lesson when you were hot for the instructor? There were just not a whole lot of options—bathing suit, of course, but what else? Anything else I wore would immediately be removed when I entered the water; a cover up, wrap or sandals while necessary, would do nothing to complete the outfit. Makeup was out of the question as was taking the time to do a lot to my hair. Experience had shown me that makeup ran when wet and hair gels looked nasty underwater.
I arrived at the pool ten minutes early, hoping to catch Abbie by herself and continue the conversation from last night. She had on that same diving vest from yesterday, hugging every angle and curve, making my mouth water and my loins wet just by looking at her. Unfortunately, Ken was also there, helping to set up the tanks and swim gear, so my arousal would have to stay in check. Taking a deep breath, I walked up to them, officially introduced myself, and announced that I was ready for lessons.
“Good morning to you too. You’re a little bit early; the others will be arriving in about five minutes. Just have a seat, and we’ll get started pretty soon.”
She sounded so formal and stiff. I was really beginning to think I had imagined the connection last night. Thank God, we were interrupted before I thoroughly embarrassed myself. Just as I turned to sit down, I caught a grin and wink from her, which pulled me out of my despair.
As the students arrived, Abbie teamed them up and had them choose their swimming gear. They were then instructed to sit on the chairs, put on the fins and adjust the mask, then wait. When I went up to receive a partner, Abbie shook her head no.
“Just get your gear and sit down. I need to handle you myself since you have the claustrophobia problem. It just takes a special touch,” she continued with a wink.
That wink had the ability to arouse even a dead woman. My bathing suit did not offer much protection for my hardening nipples, so I choose to keep the cover on as long as possible. Finally, all the students had arrived and after removing the cover, I quickly climbed into the pool and stood where Abbie had instructed. Hopefully, the cold water would be blamed for the way my nipples stood out hard and firm, poking through my bathing suit top. The moisture between my legs was no longer a challenge since I was in water up to my chest.
Abbie and the other instructor were very thorough and patient. Even though she needed to help the other students, Abbie made sure that I was not only following her instructions, but receiving personal encouragement as well. Everything was okay until we slipped below the surface of the water, and I realized just how boxed in I was. Immediately my breathing became labored, hands of panic threatening to strangle me. Just when I knew I was going to drown and really didn’t care, I felt arms loosely surrounding my body. Turning slightly, I noticed Abbie behind me, concern apparent in her eyes. She pulled me to the surface and removed both of our masks.
“You weren’t kidding when you said you were claustrophobic. I j
ust didn’t realize how badly. I am so sorry to put you through that. Are you okay now?” she asked, worry showing with every word.
“Yeah, I think so. Remember I did warn you. I can swim, just as long as I don’t go completely underwater. I guess it was worse today since I could actually see the closed in space,” I replied, embarrassment pouring off me.
“Don’t worry. I’m not ready to give up in defeat just yet. Why don’t you just listen from the sidelines to the rest of our instruction, and I’ll work with you after class.”
That sounded wonderful. The prospect of being able to watch her and not having to go underwater in that close, tight space made my day. I sat in a chair and listened to the rest of the diving instructions. I did my best to stay awake, but the sun beating down on me finally won. Next thing I knew Abbie was standing over me, calling my name and laughing.
“So much for listening to the instructions like I told you. Class is over and I’m ready for your personal training. Get your butt up and let’s go.” Abbie laughed as she pulled me up off the chair.
“Go, go where? Not back into the water, if you don’t mind.” Seeing the nod from Abbie, my panic started immediately. “I really don’t think I can do this. I want to, but I just don’t think I can.”
“We’re going to use the pool we have for the employees. This time of the day it will be deserted and we can work without being bothered,” Abbie continued as she grabbed two sets of tanks and gear.
I followed her and tried to carry what I could to help. The entire time we were walking, I tried to convince myself that I could do this; that I could go underwater without panicking. I just wasn't sure how effective my self-talk was.
When we arrived at the pool, Abbie dropped the gear, turned to me, and looked into my eyes. “I need you to trust me. I would never put you in any danger or cause you to hurt yourself. All you have to do is listen to my voice and relax. Can you do that?”
“I can try. That’s all I can promise for now,” I answered, my voice quivering with fear.
“That’s all I can ask for. Now remember, all I want you to do is listen and concentrate on my voice,” she stated, placing our gear at the edge of the pool.
Abbie returned, kneeled in front of me, and started talking and touching. Her hands and her voice were so soothing that I was barely aware when we entered the water. As soon as my body noticed the cold water, panic set in. Abbie kept massaging and talking, and talking and massaging, all with a very soft, soothing rhythm, never missing a beat. Almost immediately, my panic was forgotten in the caressing sounds of her voice. We descended into the water very slowly, until finally with instructions to hold my breath, we were underwater. Once again, panic set in, but this time it was not nearly as strong as before. Abbie continued to massage my arms, and she kissed and nipped at the back of my neck. We were down only for just a few moments before surfacing for more air. In just that little amount of time, my nipples had hardened and the juices were flowing between my legs. Embarrassed, I turned slightly so Abbie would not be aware of my arousal.
We descended again after another deep breath, and Abbie continued to kiss at the back of my neck. Her hands kept massaging my shoulders and arms. How I wanted her hands to move forward, to touch my aching, rock hard nipples. This time when we surfaced for air, we stopped and leaned against the wall. My knees were so weak from Abbie’s attentions that the wall was the only thing holding me up.
“Okay, now for the next part. Think you’re ready for the regulator and tank?” Abbie asked, smiling down at me.
At this point, I was ready for anything she wanted. I nodded my head since I was unwilling to trust my voice. Abbie showed me how to read the gauges and adjust the inflow, and then went over all the details necessary to make a successful dive. She placed the regulator in my mouth and walked me through its operation. Once she was confident I could use it properly, Abbie slid the tank straps over my shoulder. The entire time she was making the adjustments and giving the instructions, her voice still had the soothing and calming effect of earlier.
“Once I put the regulator in my mouth, we won’t be able to talk. Are you going to be okay with that?” Abbie asked, obviously concerned for my comfort.
“Yeah, I think it will be okay,” I replied, sounding much braver than I felt.
“I promise it’s going to be okay, just take deep breaths like we discussed and keep your eyes closed. When you feel me tap you on the head, you can open them. That way you can adjust to being underwater before your eyes screw you up,” Abbie instructed as she put the regulator in her mouth.
Slowly we once again descended into the water. Since I had my eyes tightly closed, I was only aware of the rising water on my body and Abbie hands guiding me. Finally, the water completely covered my body and head, but my eyes remained closed. As I remembered to breathe deeply, I felt Abbie’s hands once again massaging my arms and face. The massaging then moved to my legs, and upper thighs. Abbie was massaging and lightly rubbing higher and higher. My nipples had immediately hardened at her first touch and now my arousal was growing to gigantic proportions. My clit was throbbing and begging for Abbie’s hands and fingers.
I felt my bathing suit bottom slide over my hips. Still not quite ready to open my eyes, I instead opened my legs to whatever was coming next. I felt Abbie hands and fingers probing and teasing, and finally I felt the tap on my head. Just as I started to open my eyes, Abbie slid one finger into my love canal and placed her thumb on my aching clit. The incredible feelings that washed over me totally made me forget my claustrophobia. I instead was focusing on just two things, my cunt and Abbie’s fingers. Faster and faster the fingers flew, arousing me to heights I had never gone before. Abbie slid lower, removed her regulator, placed her mouth directly on my swelling labia, and used her tongue to tease my rock hard clit. As she sucked on my clit and slid her tongue inside me, I rolled and squeezed my nipples, using the friction of the bathing suit to increase their hardness. I exploded with a scream into my mask and regulator. Abbie still would not release me, but continued to tease and prod, until I could not tell where one orgasm ended and another started. I was riding her fingers, forcing them deeper and deeper into my very being. Once I was completely sated, I pushed her hands away and struggled to pull up my bathing suit. Dressed, I returned to the surface with Abbie following closely behind. As I removed my mask and regulator, Abbie surfaced beside me with a grin.
“How’s the claustrophobia now?”
“You said you were an expert at special cases. Were they all treated the same way?” I gasped, the electricity still surging in my groin.
“Each one was different, but no, there has never been a case as severe as yours, needing just the right amount of personal touch.” Abbie laughed as she climbed out of the pool.
As we gathered up the equipment, we made plans for the evening. A late night swim in a secluded cove after dinner. My body tingled at the prospect of just what such a swim would entail.
Chapter 5
Dinner was very quiet. Abbie had to entertain special guests of the resort so I ordered room service and pampered myself. After reading a book during dinner, I took a long, hot, relaxing bath using special bath oils I had purchased earlier in the afternoon. I wanted to be at my best when I met Abbie later this evening. All I had to do was wait for her call.
“I know it’s late, and I’m so sorry,” Abbie apologized when she finally called. “The dinner just would not end, and all I could think about was getting back to you for our swim. We can still go if you don’t think it’s too late.”
I would have followed her anywhere at anytime. “Of course, it's not too late. I’ll be right there,” I responded with excitement as I hung up the phone and ran out of the room.
We met at a predetermined spot on the beach, one far away from the intrusions of the previous evening. Immediately drawing me into her arms, she smothered me with a deep, sensual, soul-filling kiss that left little to the imagination. Her tongue played over mine, tickling
the inside of my mouth. Pulling me down to the towel she had spread on the sand, she used her lips to run up and down my throat, taking playful bites with her teeth. Once I started to respond under her skilled hands and lips, she pushed off me and straightened up. She stood just at the waters edge, framed in the moonlight so I could see her long blond hair and tanned skin glowing in the moonlight.
Turning with a smile, she slowly slid the first strap of her swimsuit off her shoulder. The more I watched her graceful, teasing movements the more my desire grew, my nipples hardened and moisture formed between my legs. She beckoned me to her and I slowly moved closer, our bodies in concert with each other. As we drew close enough to embrace, our arms wrapped around each other, our lips met and we slowly sank into the sand below us. I finished removing her bathing suit and crawled on top of her, savoring each touch and taste that I experienced. Pushing away her hands, I continued my investigation of her body, teasing and tasting her nipples, running my fingers lightly up and down her legs and softly touching her womanhood. Her moans were my reward, and I continued my search. Totally aroused myself, I allowed her to remove my suit and we lay sandwiched together in the sand, hands and fingers exploring each other.
Finally unable to contain myself, I turned placing my head between her legs and allowed her the same access. My tongue played lightly over her, taking teasing licks and nibbles on her most tasty body parts. It was so hard to concentrate on Abbie when all I wanted to do was to surrender to the feelings she was creating within me. She was matching tongue stroke for tongue stroke, tease for tease, and I knew we both wanted more, much more.
It was time. We had teased and tasted each other to a point of no return, and we needed to complete our task. Using fingers, teeth, and tongues, we kissed, sucked, licked, and bit each other until with perfect harmony, we climaxed simultaneously, each riding our own waves of pleasure.
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