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To any onlooker, I presented the perfect instructor's image being attentive to my students and interacting with the group of ten aspiring scuba instructors. After ten days of class and pool work, today would consist of them demonstrating they could actually conduct a class in an ocean environment.
As the Course Director, should they meet the standards of performance, which I deemed met the criteria, they would obtain their Instructor Certificate.
Onlookers would be mistaken. My attention and outward demeanor betrayed the fact that one student, in particular, was getting 90 percent of my attention. Patricia was a twenty-something student who roused every measure of lust within me. A cute curvaceous strawberry blond who always was bubbly and fun to be around. She had been the class clown and also the best student in the group.
In the classwork, which consisted of learning how to lecture on specific topics, she invariably not only followed the required formulaic approach but managed to make her presentations fun. She had inspired the other students to try harder.
While in the class pool work, she frankly had been a distraction in her skin-tight speedo bathing suit. I smiled whenever her practice partner spent more time looking at her full breasts than at what she was doing. The surreptitious rearrangement of stiffening male members when her back was turned was comical, and I was not immune to the phenomenon.
I was conducting the final exercises at Cape Neddick in York Beach, Maine, a rocky peninsula at the end of which sits the renowned Nubble Lighthouse.
Before suiting up, the students conducted the briefings required to demonstrate their ability to do so when they had real students in the future. After the presentations, we suited up.
Just before suiting up, Patricia approached me and said she had to pee. I indicated to her the clam shack's toilet, which was about 100 feet away, and she strolled up to it.
She was back in a trice. "That place stinks, Tom. I can't go in there," she said with a grimace.
"Well, there aren't many options here, and we have to be in the water before the hordes of tourists descend on this place. Just put on your wet suit and pee when you are in the water."
She looked at me as if I was crazy and gave me a sweet smile before going to suit up.
As I had expected from this group, they performed flawlessly. About an hour later, we were back on dry land and removing our equipment. I noticed Patricia going back to the water's edge and rinsing her suit in the ocean. She saw my grin and gave me a thumbs-up signifying mission success.
I sat in my truck, grading the students and filling in the paperwork and temporary Instructor Certificates. Then, I called them up one by one and debriefed them. Patricia was the last to come up, and when I came to shake her hand to congratulate her on her success, she put her arms around me and kissed my cheek. I pulled back as it had always been my practice to be scrupulously professional with my students. However, she was irresistible, and I permitted her to pull me against her.
After a few seconds, we broke apart, and she smiled and said, "Tom, you are a great instructor and role model. Thank you for a great course."
"Thank YOU for being a great student. Are you coming with the rest of the group to the York Harbor Inn?" I asked.
"Of course."
"Great! I'll meet you there."
I finally got out of my wet suit, changed into shorts and a t-shirt, packed my gear, started my truck, and drove off. On the way, I stopped for gas. By the time I got to the Inn, the whole group had already arrived and formed a table on the outdoor dining area that would accommodate all of us.
Pitchers of beer were served, and soon after bowls of clam chowder, sweet potato fries, fried clams, and oysters were brought out.
We were seated on benches facing each other, and Patricia was seated next to me. She had changed into a pair of denim skin tight shorts and a loose pink sweatshirt. We were so close together that I could feel her bare thigh brush against mine from time to time. There was no way I could distance myself without sitting on the lap of the student sitting on the other side of me. I decided to grin and bear it since I was not initiating the contact, and it seemed accidental on her part.
However, all good things must come to an end, and soon we all rose to leave. When I came to pay my share of the bill, I discovered that the group had chipped in and covered my share.
Back in my truck, I sat there for a few minutes, daydreaming as to what it would be like to have someone like Patricia in my life. I, by no means, was sexually deprived. However, I had not found a woman to date who shared my passion for diving and my love for the ocean. As a result, I had become, in no small measure, celibate.
I was tired of courting women who would not understand why I was not a lawyer, a banker, or some such occupation.
After the daydream, I started to head out of the parking lot when I saw Patricia bent over and staring into the hood of her car.
I circled around and stopped. "Problems? I asked.
"Yep! It won't start."
"You have gas?"
She looked at me with a scowl before answering, "Nope, it's not the fuel. I think it's the starter."
"You sure?"
"Pretty sure. When it's humid like today, or it rains, that's what happens. Well, old Betsy here is on her last legs. No great loss, I was getting rid of her at the end of the month anyway. You going into Boston?"
"Yes."
"Would you give me a ride into the city, and then I can get a cab home?"
"Sure, put your gear into the back and hop in."
"Give me a second. I have to let the restaurant people know that the car is going to be here overnight."
She returned, climbed in, and we took off.
I asked her, "In a rush, or shall I take the scenic route?"
"I'm in no rush. Let's take the scenic route."
As we headed down route 1A along the coast, I could sense her presence next to me and regretted I could not look at her as I drove. From time to time, I would glance at her as we spoke and noticed that she was the type of woman who really focused on the person she was with. Her lustrous green eyes seemed to never leave me.
"Patricia, what area do you live in?" I asked to determine which highway I should take to enter into the city.
"Cambridge."
"That's great! We're almost next-door neighbors. I can drop you off right to your front door if you wish."
"Really. Where do you live?"
"Just next door in Arlington."
"Well, I don't want you to go out of your way."
"No, it's on my way, and I am free for the rest of the weekend, anyways."
"What, no wife or girlfriend? I'm surprised."
"Why are you surprised?"
"I thought you must surely be in a relationship with all the opportunities you have."
"Patricia, I'm going to give you some advice. You are now an instructor, with your looks, you will be hit on by most of your male students and probably some of the female ones. You have to resist any temptations as they can bring you nothing but trouble."
"I know, it’s been obvious since I decided to go the route to becoming an instructor that it would happen. Every guy in our class hit on me at least once except for you. I think it is just as well that I am moving away, and I don’t want any entanglements before I leave."
"Where are you off to?"
"I purchased a dive operation in St. Lucia, and I leave at the end of the month."
"You did?"
"Darn right. You didn’t think I was doing this to freeze my ass off here in New England?"
"You have a point. In winter, I travel to various warm water locations to teach."
"Well, maybe you would like to come and teach when I am up and running."
"That's an idea. Speaking of ideas, what's your timetable today?"
"I have nothing planned, why?"
"We are close to the Rachel Carson National Wildlife Refuge, have you ever been?"
"No. Were you aware that she is one of my heroes? It was reading her books that got me interested in the sea and ecology."
"One of mine also. Want to go to visit?"
"That would be wonderful. I'd really enjoy that."
I turned my truck around, and we headed back north. I learned a lot about Patricia that I had not known. She was a financial wizard for a tech start-up and had graduated with an MBA from Babson College. She planned to use that expertise to create a one of a kind dive operation in St Lucia. She was also now unattached, having ended a relationship with a long-time boyfriend. He wanted to stand in the way of her plans.
We arrived at the reserve, and I pulled into the parking lot. "Well, Patricia, we have choices. We can either take a trail that will lead us through the natural habitat, then through the tidal marshes and end at the ocean, or just do the natural habitat. Which do you prefer?"
"I want to see it all. Will we get to see wildlife, do you think?"
"Well, if you're really good, I will ask the next red squirrel we meet to gather its friends so we can have a party."
She climbed in the back of the truck and retrieved a camera. "Tom, will our stuff be safe here?" she asked.
"Let me put the cover over the bed. We are within sight of the wardens, so it should be fine."
We started down the trail, and Patricia seemed to have an eye for spotting birds and wildlife. I had been here often, and yet she showed me things I had never spotted before. These included two different types of hawks: a Redtail and a Goshawk. She picked out some deer in the distance, and we watched as they placidly made their way between the pine trees.
About fifteen minutes into the hike, she stopped and looked around. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"Damn that beer. I need to pee."
"The public toilets are back at the gate."
"That's not going to work. By the time we get back, I’ll have peed my shorts. Turn around and don't look, I'm going to go behind those bushes."
"Okay. Just watch out that there's no poison ivy."
I heard the rustling of leaves as she disappeared behind a shrub. Soon I heard the rustle of dead foliage as I presume her urine was striking the forest floor. I risked a peek and was rewarded with the sight of the prettiest pussy I’d seen in a long time, releasing a steady stream of urine. I could see her shorts next to her, but no underwear. The upper part of her body was hidden, and I could only see her from the waist down. It seemed she was going commando style.
Within a few minutes, I heard a sigh of relief, and she came back out from her refuge.
"My turn," I said.
I went to the same spot she had used and unlimbered my cock and proceeded to void my bladder, knowing full well that if she peeked, she would see my cock.
Zipping up, I returned, and she looked at me with a small smile. "Now, where have you been hiding that magnificent tool?" she asked.
"You peeked?"
"Yes, I'm a curious observer of nature. Not only did I peek, but I captured the moment for posterity. Here, look at this great picture. I will treasure it for a long time. "Truth time. Did you peek at me?"
"Uhh… Yes."
"Did you like the view?"
"Patricia, you have the prettiest pussy I've ever seen," I said, feeling my face blush.
She faced me and let the back of her hand brush against my cock. "What say if we were to go back and explore some possibilities?"
"You mean…?"
"Tom, I've had a crush on you since the first day of class. I'm ready for a fling if you're interested. Remember, I'm no longer your student."
"Patricia, I'll race you to the truck."
We arrived at the truck out of breath. When we had climbed in and regained our composure, she leaned across, and her face approached mine. The ensuing kiss was passion laden and sweet. She then sat back and said, "Beam us home, Mr. Spock."
I must have broken all speed records on the drive down I-95. Patricia snuggled against me, and we had a hard time keeping our hands to ourselves. She delighted in teasing me and rubbing my inner thigh. I fought to keep my attention on the road. I yearned to touch her also, but every time I placed my hand on her leg, she brushed it away. "Pay attention to driving. Fun and games are soon to happen," she giggled and then she would give my cock a caress through my shorts.
When we got to the city, Patricia directed me to her home in West Cambridge. We drove along the Charles River, and then she had me make a left onto a side street. Halfway up the block, she had me pull up into a driveway in front of a typical New England house with a 'Sold' sign in front of it.
"Yours?" I asked.
"Used to be. I sold it last week. Come on in," she said, taking my arm and escorting me up the front steps.
Once the door was closed behind us, she turned and draped her arms around my neck. "Kiss me, Tom. I have fantasized about this moment for the last ten days."
I wrapped her in my arms, and our lips met. Her mouth devoured me as if I was to be her last meal ever.
My hands explored her tight ass, and I could feel her erect nipples pushing against my chest. The kiss left us both panting with need.
She broke free and led me up a set of stairs to the bathroom. On the way up, she shed every stitch of clothing she was wearing, leaving me a view of her rounded ass and long legs. "Time for a shower. Care to join me?" she asked.
"Wild horses could not drag me away," I said, giving her a playful slap on the ass as I started to get out of my clothes.
She adjusted the water temperature, and we climbed into the shower. I finally got to see her breasts. Real works of art they were. Full and up-thrust with hard cherry pink nipples centered on her areolas. I leaned forward and took a nipple in my mouth as she squealed in pleasure at the attack. I toyed with the one I was not munching by rolling it in my fingers.
"Patricia, you look good enough to eat, and I intend to do just that."
"Promise?"
"Damn right! I promise."
She then turned and put me under the showerhead and grabbed my cock, "This looks good enough to eat too."
She pulled my cock straight out and placed it under her pussy. When I looked down to see what she was up to, I felt a hot stream of liquid flowing from her over my cock. The heat and the eroticism of what I was seeing and feeling was sensual. I felt my cock throb in her hand as the stream just kept on flowing over me.
"Did you like that?" she asked after she was through.
"Yes! It shocked me at first. I had no idea that being peed on could be that sensual."
"Ooh! I'm so glad. I just love to do that in the shower. Your turn."
"What?"
"Pee on me. Pee on my clit and pussy."
"That is going to take a bit of doing. I can't pee with this erection at full mast."
"Just turn around and let me soap your back and shoulders. I get so turned on when I feel my clit and pussy peed on."
I turned, and she started massaging my back and shoulders. I began to relax, and after some time, my erection started to go limp. However, I still had no urge to urinate.
Patricia stepped out of the shower for a few seconds and came back with a glass of cold water and handed it to me. The effect was immediate. As soon as I started to pee, Patricia directed my cock to her pussy and clit. The result was dramatic as her whole body began to quiver and shake as she flung her head back and moaned. I reached out and supported her as she kept moaning and then suddenly collapsed in my arms.
I just cradled her till she slowly recovered. I honestly was a bit shaken by the whole experience. When she recovered, she looked me in the eye and blushed. "Tom, that was a first. I've always enjoyed being peed on in the shower, but this was the first time I reached an orgasm. To me, it was always a way to share intimacy and a bit of foreplay. I hope I didn’t shock you."
"Truth be told, it did excite me. I never ever considered doing something like this before."
I proceeded to wash her, making sure I soaped and rinsed every nook and cranny of her body. When I started to soap her pussy and ass, she kept looking at me with those magnificent eyes, which made me feel like I could drown in them. Her smile was radiant, and I thought to myself this could be a woman it would be easy to love. Too bad, she was leaving soon.
She broke my reverie when she asked me if I was a man of my word.
"Of course, I am."
"You promised that you would eat me. Does that promise still hold?"
My answer was to turn off the shower, grab a towel and dry her off before carrying her in my arms to her adjacent bedroom. I deposited her on her bed, spread her thighs and proceeded to nibble on her body, starting with her feet.
She was extremely ticklish, and I was delighted to find each spot that caused her to giggle. I slowly worked my way up her legs licking and kissing every inch of her slender legs. She was as lively as an eel each time I hit one of those ticklish areas, and I was equally delighted in discovering her body.
When I ran my tongue through the folds of her groin, she just spread her legs as wide as possible and started to moan. Taking my cue, I began to run my tongue on either side of her pussy lips.
"Oh, yes, that's what I need. Please don't stop. I want you to make me cum."
"Your slightest wish is my command." With that, I let my tongue run up and down her slight pussy lips. She bent her legs and pushed her behind up, permitting me to run my tongue lower, licking her from her puckered asshole to her clit, back and forth. She was incredibly sensitive, and I was delighted at being allowed to pleasure her this way.
"Stop teasing me. You're driving me crazy," she groaned.
"You don't like what I am doing?"
"I love it. Please make me cum, Tom. I've wanted you for what seems to be an eternity."
I curved three fingers and inserted them into her warm, welcoming pussy while my other hand caressed her rosebud. She pressed against the fingers toying with her back door. She thrust against me, forcing two fingers to penetrate deep into her ass, which gripped tightly around the intruding digits.
The fingers in her pussy explored to find her lightly rough G-spot. As I found it, I started to finger fuck her at both ends while my mouth sought her now fully exposed clit and sucked on it. I felt her clamping down on both sets of fingers as she writhed violently on the bed.
With a hot moan, she exploded, and my fingers were clasped as if they were in a vise and then drenched by her copious discharge of fluids. I removed my fingers and lapped her sweet emissions while she orgasmed repeatedly. Finally, she calmed down and pleaded with me to stop.
I raised myself so that we were lying next to each other. She turned on her side, and her sweet tongue lapped at her juices, which covered my face. We ended up lip and tongue locked as I toyed with her taut nipples.
"That was extraordinary," she said. "You certainly kept your promise," she smiled at me. "Now it's my turn."
She moved between my thighs and started caressing my erection and balls. Her tongue laved my balls, and she took each one into her mouth in turn and softly ran her tongue around them. I could feel my precum oozing out of the tip. She licked the length of my shaft and circled my bulbous head with her tongue.
She looked up at me so I could see a string of fluid stretching from my cock to her mouth. She used a finger to scoop the juices and brought them to her mouth and savored them. "You taste delicious," she said, before enveloping my cock head with her warm wet mouth. Her soft tongue ran circles around it as she teased and toyed with me. She was able to suck on me while her tongue reached out and toyed with the sensitive underside of my cock.
I tried to push her head down so she could engulf me, but she pushed my hand away, telling me to be patient. Soon she was bobbing her head up and down on my cock. I progressively was sliding deeper and deeper into her. When she pulled up, I could feel her long warm tongue lick my shaft all the way to my balls. She continued until I was feeling my cock slide into the back of her throat. My balls were tightening while my cock was throbbing with need.
"Patricia, I'm getting ready to cum."
Her answer was to bob even faster as her mouth tightened around me. Her finger reached under me and thrust in my ass until she found my prostate. The combined stimulation send me over the edge while she held my cock deep down her throat as I spewed string after string of cum down her gullet.
When she had finished draining me, she looked up, smiled and crawled back into my arms.
"That was amazing. I can't claim to have been treated to many blow jobs in my life, but I have a hard time imagining there could be any better than what you just did for me."
"Has anyone told you that you have a yummy cock?" she asked.
"No. Never."
"All that proves is that you have never been with anyone who knew how to appreciate what you have."
We cuddled, and soon we were snoozing in each other's arms. I was spooning Patricia with my limp cock trapped between the cheeks of her incredible ass. As I dozed off, I thought it was such a pity that she was leaving so soon after I had found her.
I have no idea how long we slept. I woke up on my back with Patricia again between my thighs sucking on my stiff cock. "Awake, sleeping beauty?" she giggled.
"Looks like it, doesn't it?
"Any ideas what we can do with this?" she said, grasping my cock and stroking it to fullness.
"Sure. I think I can improvise some things we can experiment with."
"Such as?"
"At the top of my list would be fucking your sweet pussy."
"Good answer. Now I won't need to rip it off at the root and use it as a dildo."
"Give me a second, I need to go and pee first."
"Tom. I can't wait. Hold me and fuck me now," she pleaded.
She got on her hands and knees spread her thighs, put her head down and presented her holes.
I got behind her on my knees and started to stroke my cock through her pussy folds. Each time my cock rubbed against her clit she wriggled her ass, trying to get me to thrust into her.
Teasingly I said, "Decisions… Decisions which hole shall I use?"
"My pussy," she moaned, "you can fuck my butt later."
My cock was slick with the juices that were leaking out of her. I brought the head to her tight pussy and slowly thrust forward. She was incredibly snug, and as I pushed gently forward, I could feel her open up to me. My cock was driving into a slippery, warm, velvety sheaf. Her moans of pleasure filled the air as I thrust in and out.
I brought my hand under her body and toyed with her clit, rolling it between my fingers and pinching it.
"Harder," she screamed.
I stroked harder and started to maul that hard nubbin of flesh at the top of her pussy. I spread her ass cheeks and thrust a finger in her butt. The effect was electric as her holes clamped on my finger and cock.
I began to throb as I bottomed out against her cervix with each thrust
"So good, so damn good. Come in my needy pussy, Tom. I'm on the pill. I'm almost there, come in me, sweet lover."
I sensed my balls tighten, and as I flooded her with my cum. I felt her flood me in turn with her copious discharge.
She remained in that position as I draped myself across her back. I felt my cock start to lose its fullness, and my need to pee became urgent. "Don't pull out yet," she ordered.
"Patricia, I need to pee."
"Tom, I know this might sound strange, just pee in me."
"What?"
"Trust me, just pee."
The pressure on my bladder was so intense that I started to pee. I felt a stream of warm liquid bathe my cock, run out of her, and wash over my balls. At the same time, Patricia seemed to be having minor orgasms. Her body quivered with pleasure. I started to pull out, and again Patricia stopped me. It was then I realized that she also was peeing, and her warm stream was bathing my cock and balls.
She finally released me from her velvet trap, rolled over on her back and opened her arms. We kissed, and she started sobbing.
"What's wrong?' I asked.
"You just made one of my fondest dreams come true. I know it's sick, but I've wanted to do this for years. Please forgive me."
"Honey, there's nothing to forgive. It was one of the most erotic experiences of my life. My regret is that you will soon be gone, and I only will have a memory of this incredible adventure."
"Come, let's go shower. Will you take me out for supper? I have an idea I would like to discuss with you."
We got cleaned up and drove to Armando's Pizzeria. We sat at a table in the window and wolfed down a couple of subs. Mine was a veal parmigiana while Patricia had eggplant parmigiana. We both washed these gustatory delights with some Polar Seltzer.
After we were through, Patricia asked me if I wanted to go for a walk. We drove out and stopped at the Charles River and started to stroll along the bank till Patricia stopped at a bench and suggested we sit.
It was beautiful. The air was balmy, and the moon was reflecting off the tranquil water.
I took Patricia in my arms to kiss her when she pulled back.
"Tom, we need to talk first."
Damn, I thought. Here's the blow-off. My heart grew heavy.
"Go ahead, Patricia."
"Can I ask you some personal questions?"
What the hell. "Sure."
"What are your plans for the future?"
"When I got my degree, I decided to spend a few years doing something fun before settling down and pursuing a career."
"What's your degree?"
"I have a Masters in Economics."
"And is that what you want to do with your life?"
"Not really. I think that is why I have procrastinated for the past two years from pursuing a career. If I had to start over, I would have done a degree in Oceanography."
"Do you have any ties to Boston?"
"Not really. My parents, but they are disappointed that their son has shown no inclination to join the family business. My father has decided to sell it and give me my share of a modest fortune and then wash his hands of me."
"Thank you for sharing with me. So, I understand that you have no ties and no financial concerns. Is that correct?"
"Yep. That's the picture."
"What would you think of joining me in St Lucia?"
"You want me to go down there with you? To do what?"
"To be head of Scuba Operations, of course, while I run the resort management. I probably can't pay you what you are worth at the beginning. I am ready to offer you a percentage of the operation with the option to buy in if you decide to until we become equal partners. Not to mention that there, should you choose to do so, there are other fringe benefits available," she said with a giggle. "So, what are your thoughts?"
"Patricia, I was dreading losing you just after I discovered you. I would be crazy to turn down the offer you just made."
She turned to me and threw her arms around my neck and burrowed her face in under my ear. I heard her whisper, "Welcome into my life, partner."
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