The Diver (part 1)

The Diver (part 1)

“The Wacky Blond” they called her and I suppose in a way she was wacky. As skinny as a rake with legs to match, she insisted on wearing tight clothes, especially jeans, and her high-heeled shoes caused her to walk with her knees bent giving her the allure of a stick-insect. To cap it all her original dark-brown hair had been bleached, her breasts were small and her nose resembled that of Uma Thurman. Not what one would usually term a sex-symbol but when she came to work with us and I got to know her better I found myself having fantasies about screwing her.

Her name was Marie-Ange, 25 years old, and she was incredibly naïve. I think this was what attracted me to her – the idea that you could talk her into doing almost anything. She made us all laugh one day when, seeing a bolt-cutter hanging on the wall, she announced straight-faced, “that looks like the thing they use to castrate bulls”.

At that time I was working for a company which rented out boats on a canal in southern France and I looked after all the underwater work. For this I had a wet-suit and bottle and had long fantasised about getting a woman to help me take off the suit. At that time I would change on one of the boats where I could have a shower afterwards. As luck would have it at the end of the season when we were preparing the boats for the winter I had to dive to carry out an underwater repair on the boat Marie-Ange and Brenda were cleaning.

“It must be so cold in there. How can you stand it?” she asked me.

“Once I’m in the water and working I don’t really feel the cold,” I replied. Realising that this was a once-in-a-lifetime occasion I added “By the way, when I’ve finished can you come to the SunSearcher. There’s something I’d like to show you.”

She followed me along to the boat in question. It was nothing exceptional. 26 feet long comprising two cabins: the bedroom in the rear with the main entry door, leading to the main area at the front with cockpit, dining area, galley, toilet and separate shower. I locked the door behind me and led Marie-Ange through to the front.

“What do you want to show me?” she asked.

“Before we get into that, can you help me take off the suit?” I replied. The booties and jacket were easy to take off but the ‘long-johns’ could be a bit of a pain.

“What do you want me to do?”

“I’ll pull it down to the waist and then lie down. You then pull it down over my feet.” What I didn’t tell her was that I wasn’t wearing swimming trunks under the suit.

As the long-johns came down my cock stood to attention and she gasped but said nothing. I stood up and walked off to the shower as though nothing had happened. I left the shower door open and turned on the water. Slowly my erection began to droop and when it was fully shrunk I called out to her.

“Marie-Ange, can you come over here?” I kept my eyes closed and emptied my mind to avoid spoiling the effect. When I opened my eyes she was there and my penis immediately erected. She could see the effect she was having on me. I put some shampoo on my right hand and began wanking myself. After about a minute, when I was fully rinsed, I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. I handed her a towel and told her to dry my body – everywhere. I took another towel and began drying my hair. She started with my back, moving down to the buttocks and legs before moving in front. As she knelt down to dry my legs I began stroking her hair and put my cock to her lips. Would she or wouldn’t she? She took me into her mouth.

I couldn’t let this continue for too long as I had no desire for her to drink my cum – it was intended for a much more intimate place – so I pulled out and raised her to her feet. I pushed my tongue into her mouth where only moments before me penis had been and she put her arms around my neck: she was giving herself to me. As we continued to kiss I ran my hands down to her waist. Her trousers had a button and zip on either side and I opened them letting the front drop down. My left hand went back to her hair, forcing our mouths together as my right hand slid along her belly towards her cunt. Inserting two fingers into her, I pulled my head away to see how she would react but she simply stared into my eyes and moved her hips against my hand. Her right hand moved to my cock and I knew this was the moment.

“Take off your clothes, Marie-Ange.” The sound of her name nearly made me come and I had to move her hand away. Within seconds she was naked and she lay back on the seat. I lifted and spread her legs and began licking her but I knew this was just symbolic and within seconds I had raised myself over her and was rubbing my cock head over her slit. After about 10 minutes of shafting her, her groans as she approached orgasm became too much for me and I shot my load into her. She had to climax by hand.

We lay side-by-side for several minutes not looking at one another, afraid that we would find each other ugly. For the moment unable to get an erection I moved down between her legs and reviewed the situation. It was true, her legs were incredibly thin but it was what was in-between which interested me. Her cunt was beautiful and I spent long moments sticking my fingers in and licking her juices. “How on earth can straight men bugger women when the glory-hole is available? “ I asked myself and my manhood was waking up when there was a knock at the door. I went to the back and shouted “Who’s there?”

“It’s Bob. Brenda wants to know where Marie-Ange is.”

“She’s with me.”

“What’s she doing?”

“I’m riding her.”

“What do you mean riding her?’

“I’m fucking her, you cunt! Now piss off and tell Brenda she’ll be back in half-an-hour.”

Marie-Ange, who only spoke French, had understood none of this conversation and was still lying on her back. I got back between her legs and this time gave her two orgasms before I came. When we’d finished and were dressed she asked me

“So what was it you wanted to show me?’

Those first two times I couldn’t give a damn about protecting her and hoped that she would get pregnant. However, when she moved in with me she went on the pill. Two years later we had a big row and split up but I still find myself thinking about that first time when I’m wanking. And women with big noses really turn me on!

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