A classic diving thong bikini
The Photo: A classic style with a thong bottom that can easily be pulled to one side for missionary entry with no plastic or metal that can break or gets uncomfortable in the sun and leave strange tan lines. The halter doesn’t get in the way of a tank harness and the underwire provides support when my breasts are full and I need to be milked.
The flight from McCarran to St Thomas: It was a scramble but we departed McCarran at 10:00 PM (PDT) and arrived on St Thomas at about 8:30 AM Eastern Daylight time. I thought the Gemini might delay us but they surprised me by arriving early and sticking as close as possible to the Swan Twins. Staying focused we managed to easily make our 10:00 PM departure time.
The flight distance LAS to IAD = 2,066 miles. At about 550 mph from McCarran to Dulles flight time is about 4 hours less the time made up riding a tailwind from the jet stream, so about 3 to 3.5 hours. Then there was an hour on the ground to pick up Fiona, Cyndi and Maj. Tree.
The flight distance from Dulles (IAD) International Airport to Cyril E. King Airport (STT) on St Thomas is 1610 miles. The flight time at 550 mph is slightly less than three hours. So say 3.5+1.0+3.0= 7.5 hrs. total travel time from Vegas to St Thomas.
Sailing from St Thomas to Virgin Gorda: When we landed it was in the mid 70s and raining. We taxied into a hanger where after going through customs (an agent came to us) we transferred our things into three SUVs and took the short drive down to the pier at Krum Bay and the crew of the Wanton Lass IV had us aboard in less than five minutes and cast off from the pier at about 9:00 AM. There was a good bit of wind with guests to 20mph and the sea was choppy. We went east passing south of St Thomas, St John, Tortola and virgin Gorda before going around the eastern end and into North Sound to Lost Cove. The yacht was on its diesel engines as we were sailing almost directly east and the winds were coming from the east. It’s a good sixty or seventy nautical miles for the southern sweep all the way around and into North Sound and at 7 kts against the wind it took us until evening to get to Lost Cove. Fortunately no one got seasick. Again I thought the Gemini might, but they did wonderfully well with the Swan twins enjoying the meals prepared by the chef and sex with the twins and they are really good about helping do whatever needed to be done.
Settling in: We’d eaten aboard the Wanton Lass and the house staff came down to the beach to welcome us and take our luggage to our rooms so we had unpacked and settled in by 11:00 PM. Sunday morning the women began our morning ballet class at 8:00 AM so we don’t get too far off our routines and out of shape during our vacation. Then we went diving in the cove. Jack and I checked the outflow of the aquifer that feeds fresh water into the bay through an old lava tube and found the flow strong and cold from all the recent rain.
Her Grace is fitted for dive-sex protection: The Duchess (call me Alice) called before we went diving and wanted a diaphragm fitting from Chris when she came for dinner so she arrived early. I asked why she wanted a diaphragm fitted at her age and she said she wanted to try dive-sex with Colin, her current lover, as she had heard so much about it when we women all got together on earlier trips and Colin is keen to partner her. She wanted me there with her during the fitting so when her sailboat entered the cove in the early afternoon Chris and I were on the beach to greet her. She is in her late sixties, but is in marvelous shape and hardly looks a day over forty and she has a Swiss specialist for vaginal rejuvenation treatments so isn’t suffering from vaginal dryness as so many post-menopausal women do. Chris took us to a back bedroom that I’d had converted to a Gyn exam room with an exam table with stirrups and lights and Alice put on an exam gown and got up on the table. Chris did a thorough pelvic exam palpating her uterus and feeling her ovaries and checking that she had a pronounced post-pubic vault suitable for wearing a diaphragm. He said later that she has wonderfully healthy vaginal rugae soft and flexible and the muscle tone of a twenty-five year old ballet dancer. She wanted Colin present during her fitting and he was, as she believes the man should know as much about female dive-sex protection as the woman.
Chris fit her with an 85mm latex Reflections flat spring which, as returning readers know, is the best type to use for dive-sex as it is nearly impossible to under-thrust so is ideal for flood insurance which is needed even for menopausal women who still have their uterus. Forty years ago when she married the Duke she used an Ortho White coil spring rim for contraception and all her pregnancies were planned so it was just a matter of familiarizing her with the diaphragm again. She walked around with it inserted for a minute or two and made certain she could urinate freely with the diaphragm in place and practiced inserting and removing it several times and had the hang of it right away. I showed her the 10ml prefilled disposable applicators of a silicone base spermicide/biocide, DiveGel+, used in the dome as spermicide and in the vagina as a lubricant for dive-sex as water base lubes and natural lube quickly washes away during underwater sex. And she left the exam room with the Reflexions and DiveGel+ inserted.
Diving the Duchess: Then Jack and I took her and Colin out to her boat to get their gear and then to the Wanton Lass and we put on SCUBA (the Duchess and Colin are both diving OTS Guardian FFMs just like the rest of us) and breathing regular air from 80 cuft HP steel tanks. Alice and I each taking an ankle leash to tether ourselves to two of the ten two-hundred pound concrete shackle blocks that had been positioned across the shallow (30 to 40 ft.) portion of the cove so we can tether ourselves and not be tumbled around or carried out of the cove by the current while our attention is directed elsewhere.
Once Alice was safely tethered to a shackle block and inflated her BC a bit to keep the tether tight we left her and Colin to enjoy themselves while we gave them a bit of privacy. Jack and I went to another block and I clipped my ankle leash into the shackle and inflated my BC to hold me snug at the end of my tether. We all had clickers to sound if any of us got in trouble, but there was no trouble just marvelous nearly weightless sex…
Jack began fondling me and I forgot all about Alice and Colin. I spread my labia and Jack entered me and I gasped as with a single stroke he thrust as deep as he could. I adjusted my hips and he thrust again as I guided him into my anterior fornix stretching the translucent latex membrane of my Reflexions over my cervix on one side and his glans on the other. And while he held my hips and thrust into me we enjoyed the sights and sounds of dive-sex; the hiss of gas being sucked through our demand valves, the roar of our bubbles rushing to the surface from our exhalations and our gasps, moans and my mewing as he caressed my G-spot to a bone melting orgasm and strong contractions that caused him to plant his seed inside me with five brutally powerful thrusts while I watched his face through the lens of his mask fascinated as my beautiful man inseminated me.
Mother’s Day feast: For our Mother’s Day evening meal Jack had 50 lbs of rack of black-faced lamb sent to my place on Virgin Gorda. And Paul brought three doz. large West Indian langouste (West Indian spiny lobsters with no claws) caught around a large coral reef just outside the entrance to Lost Cove. Grilled after splitting and seasoned and eaten with drawn butter the langoustes were delicious, but they aren’t as large or sweet as Mane lobsters. The rack of lamb, served with mint jelly, was so tender you could cut it with a fork. And for desert we had home made mango ice-cream.
Diving the cove: The water in lost Cove is a combination of warm (75° F or warmer) salt water entering from the Caribbean through North Sound and relatively pure (65°F) fresh water from the aquifer draining a major portion of Virgin Gorda. In the depression into which the aquifer empties the fresh water is densest and is on the bottom while the warmer sea water floats on top of the fresh. At the depth of thirty feet where the aquifer depression meets the cove floor there is an upwelling of cold fresh water along the north side of the cove bottom that mixes to some extent with the sea water. This leads to a situation where a diver weighted for the majority of the cove area will be significantly over weighted if s/he drops below thirty feet in the area of the aquifer outflow depression. A way to compensate while retaining the heavier weight set is to wear a buoyancy compensator with enough lift to handle the fresh water over-weight situation. For those who care about water temperature, salinity and density see: http://www.csgnetwork.com/h2odenscalc.html which says in part:
“The density of pure water is 1000 kg/m3. Ocean water is more dense because of the salt in it. Density of ocean water at the sea surface is about 1027 kg/m3. There are two main factors that make ocean water more or less dense than about 1027 kg/m3. The first is the temperature of the water and the other us the salinity of the water. Ocean water gets more dense as temperature goes down. So, the colder the water, the more dense it is. Increasing salinity also increases the density of sea water. Less dense water floats on top of more dense water. Given two layers of water with the same salinity, the warmer water will float on top of the colder water. However, temperature has a greater effect on the density of water than does salinity. Hence, a layer of water (pycnocline) with higher salinity can actual float on top of water with lower salinity if the layer with higher salinity is quite a bit warmer than the lower salinity layer.”
The fresh water outflow causes a potentially dangerous situation on the north side of the cove where the cold water current has scoured a depression all the way out to the sound in which the current is about 2 kts regardless of what the tide is doing above the outflow. So anything caught in the outflow current will be quickly washed into the sound.
Rash guard: In most cove locations, with the exception of the aquifer outflow, the water is so warm that even at a depth of 30 feet we are comfy wearing Spandex rash guards which differ from swim shirts in that they are tight fitting and have flatlock stitching and six panel construction for strength, comfort and increased flexibility. Because I have red hair and light skin I like the fact that even the white rash guards I prefer have at least an SPF of 50.