A 40 foot Bristol sloop
The arrival:
The authorities in Spanish Town contacted us by radio and told that Sailor
Girl’s older sister, Miranda, and her
partner would be arriving in the cove aboard her 40’ Bristol Sloop, the Sell
Short. Then Miranda radioed that they should be expected on Wednesday after a
stop in Spanish Town to identify the body of her sister, Veronica and get it
released to the family by the authorities. The Sell Short didn’t appear in the
cove until very early Friday just in time for breakfast as they had to re-stock
provisions after arriving from Bermuda and take care of funeral arrangements.
They had begun the leisurely sail several weeks ago intending to meet Veronica
in Spanish Town for several weeks of diving when they were contacted by radio
to notify them of her death.
The family:
Veronica (Roni) was 26 and working on her masters in marine biology at Florida
State. She had been working for the
summer as crew on a large rental yacht out of Spanish Town. Miranda is 31, has
a PhD in finance from the Wharton School and is a vice president in a small but
highly regarded Wall Street Merchant Bank. Her partner, Ralph, is a 32 y/o bond
trader for J.P Morgan; both are avid sailors and excellent swimmers. Miranda is
a petite blond with a lovely figure (isn’t that always the way) and Ralph is a
rugged 6’2” with magnificent shoulders a gloriously hairy chest, superbly
proportioned thighs and buns and washboard abs. An absolute hunk he stirred my
carnal interest immediately.
A change in
plan: From Miranda’s superior attitude during our radio conversation
I had taken an immediate dislike to her. So when I saw Ralph I decided I would seduce
him taking him from her temporarily while she was in her bereavement when I
thought she would need him the most. I needn’t have bothered. He fell into my
lap!
From the way Miranda acted she and Roni hadn’t been close at
all and her death was a mere inconvenience. Given the circumstances I was amazed that both
Miranda and Ralph had roving eyes which I spotted immediately since Ralph
didn’t try to hide that he was staring hungrily at me and Miranda seemed
fascinated by Chris, the Brit Gyn who always accompanies us on vacations. Perhaps
on a long sea voyage Ralph and Miranda had gotten bored with one another or were
both looking for a little variety in partners. Whatever the reason Ralph
definitely wanted me. And Miranda who sat next to Chris at breakfast couldn’t keep
her hands off him. Given that Miranda was supposed to be bereaved she hid it
extremely well.
With seduction in mind I had dressed for our meeting wearing
a bright yellow swimsuit intended to offset the sadness of the occasion and
accent my dancer’s body as I showed the bereaved couple around my villa before breakfast
which was when I told them how Cyndi and I had found Roni. I wore a custom made canary
thong bikini by Gottex and for Ralph’s benefit took off my pareo to display my
legs while showing the villa intentionally preceded them up a long flight of
stairs on pointe in yellow satin Grishko 2007 toe-shoes, an ability which I use
to test an interesting man’s concentration. He tried to hide his interest as he
struggled for control, but I turned as I reached the top and immediately spotted
the change in the drape of his shorts. I smiled at him and he returned my
smile. Miranda was looking off the stairway at the chandelier hanging from the
three story high ceiling so she missed our visual exchange.
Or perhaps she was intentionally looking away as my tight
buns and contracted calves (far better than hers) were swaying in front of her
lover as we climbed the two long flights of stone steps and she recognized the
effect I was having on Ralph. By the time breakfast was over he was in thrall
to me and she was talking primarily to Chris while occasionally stroking his
hand or putting her hand on his thigh as she hung spellbound on his every word
in answer to her questions about his medical training in the UK. Watching him seduce her
was like watching a mongoose hypnotize a cobra. Not that she was at all
dangerous.
Roni’s cause of
death: Miranda and Ralph had brought along a few of Roni’s things
off the sloop she sailed into the bay as well as the personal items off her
body as Miranda said she had questions about some of them. Veronica’s rings and
All-Flex were there, but not the inserted tampon which I suppose the police
kept for DNA analysis and possible match. The doctor acting as coroner said she
wasn’t pregnant. He said that, as I guessed from the blood in her throat when
we got her aboard, she had a rare pulmonary aneurism which burst. He thought it
probable that the strain her body had been under from a very tiring series of
recent long deep dives (recorded on her dive computer) contributed to the
aneurism rupturing. She bled to death or drowned in her own blood either of
which would take only a short time to kill her. Apparently she had had the
aneurism for some time though Miranda said she never heard her complain about
chest pain in any of their conversations.
Personal
effects and plan comes together: Miranda asked wistfully about the
kinky rimmed All-Flex, asking why it was bent like that and why there was no
spermicide in Roni’s slit kit if she was using a diaphragm. The answers to her
questions are that the All-Flex was kinked from water pressure and was the
wrong rim style to use for dive-sex because the rim would distort below 10
meters. There was no spermicide because she was on the pill and was using the
diaphragm only for flood insurance. Miranda mentioned several times while
handling the bent All-Flex that Roni had been going to teach her how to protect
her upper reproductive tract during underwater sex and she and Ralph had been
so looking forward to the dive-sex experience.
That gave me the opportunity I was looking for to explain
about the proper equipment to provide upper reproductive tract protection at
depth and to offer to teach them myself with Chris’ help. Doing that would solve
two problems simultaneously; letting me fuck Ralph’s brains out under the guise
of training, while giving Miranda an excuse to be with Chris who would teach
her the fine points of dive-sex while fucking her brains out which she so
obviously and desperately wanted, perhaps as bereavement release if not just
for the pure carnal pleasure of it.
The business of
pleasure: I explained that Chris could fit her with the correct type
and size diaphragm then act as her trainer for a dive-sex lesson and she was
all smiles as she agreed. What woman hasn’t wanted to fuck her male Gyn, right?
Which, afterward she confided to me had been her fantasy since her first
pelvic. But first we needed to take care of checking everyone’s sexual health.
I accessed Chris and my health records at our Vegas clinic and printed out
copies of our current negative full STI panel results. I also printed out
copies of Cyndi and Bea’s Full STI panels just in case they had an opportunity
to be with Ralph. Then Miranda and Ralph accessed their medical records held by
their primary care physicians and printed copies of their most recent full STI panel
results. That’s at least one good thing to come from digitalizing medical
records. I was interested to see that both of them had all three of the Gardasil,
HPV vaccine, shots just as I and my circle of men as well as women friends have
even though both are outside the target population, girls and boys from ages 9
to 26. But with oral sex now being the cause of so much throat and rectal cancer
I think it is beneficial for older adults to minimize their chances of HPV
related infections. And Miranda was so pleased about having Chris all to
herself that she didn’t ask why I was showing Cyndi and Bea’s STI panel results
to Ralph.
Once everyone was assured that we were all STI free it was a
simple matter for Chris to fit Miranda with a 70 mm Reflexions and show her how
to insert and remove it correctly in the exam room I have set up for his use in
my villa. She is using the single rod etonogestrel implant Nexplanon for
contraception so assuming she watches her meds the progestin should suppress
her ovulation and she can use the Reflexions w/o spermicide, but with a good
quality silicone lube strictly for flood insurance unless Fred likes the feel
of the stretchy dome as his thrusts force it into her anterior fornix and wants
her to wear it all the time.
Training dives:
Miranda and Ralph’s used their own SCUBA gear except tanks which I provided. Their training went very well after we got
them to concentrate on taking full breaths and exhaling completely before
taking the next breath. Hyperventilating is a common problem when divers are
nervous or concentrating on a task and don’t empty their lungs before taking
the next breath. It’s a very common problem when new to dive-sex. I thought
they should have already known about how to avoid hyperventilating, but since they
were both into new partners and a new sexual experience perhaps they forgot.
After 45 minute session in the villa’s swimming pool we found
that Chris could massage Miranda’s G-spot and thrust into her anterior fornix
giving her massive orgasms. She was sucking so much air that I decided to give
her an 80 cu ft. tank rather than the 60 when we went into the cove. Also in the
pool I found that Ralph’s pelvic equipment was marvelously thick while being
just long enough to reach into my anterior fornix when I was aroused and he was
about to ejaculate. If I have to choose between thick or long I’d much prefer
thick and so I was very pleased with his equipment, but not initially with his
performance. It was as though he hadn’t had much experience pleasing a woman
with his penis so I adjusted my hips and tightened my legs around him to direct
his thrusts where they would do me the most good and after a few minutes he
caught on. Then he was magnificent with his pile-driving butt pounding away and
his recovery time was very short. I actually had to stop him in the pool so he
would save his ardor for sex at depth in the cove.
Dive-sex in the
cove: We took the Zodiac out in the cove and showed Miranda and Fred
the spot where we found Roni’s body. The girls wore bikinis and the guys slingshots
and dove briefly to the bottom (60 feet) there for them to look around before
moving out of the lava tube to tether pointes elsewhere in the cove where the
water was shallower (25 feet) and much warmer so the men could perform w/o
having performance anxiety. I went over tethering again as I had in the villa
swimming pool, showing them how the women use the ankle leashes on each ankle to
tether ourselves to the anchors then inflate our BCs to hold us with our legs
spread wide and the leashes tight because of our positive buoyancy so our
partners have a relatively stable target.
I showed Miranda how to apply a 10 ml disposable applicator of DiveGel+
while tethered. With dive sex, especially in the salty water of the ocean there
is no such thing as having too much silicone lube. Because once your delicate
vaginal lining becomes raw the salt water burns like fire and you have to
surface and rinse out with a water/vinegar douche and are out of action for a
few days until you heal.
Burial at sea:
Miranda invited us aboard the Sell Short and Ralph raised the anchor and took
us out into North Sound. She prepared a cold lunch of lobster and shrimp after
which she invited us to walk aft and there presented each of us with an orchid
blossom. On the afterdeck on a small teak table sat a small cardboard box
containing Roni’s ashes. Miranda read parts of the funeral service from the
Episcopal Book Of Common Prayer and then with the breeze off the starboard
quarter opened the box and poured the ashes into the sea and threw her orchid
blossom after them and we all tossed our orchids after hers. Miranda said she
was returning her sister to the ocean she had loved so much. Once the burial
was completed Ralph took us back into the cove and anchored again. I had no
idea that the authorities would release a body that quickly. One assumes they
kept enough evidence to open an investigation if questions should arise, but
with a burst aneurism the cause of death was undeniable.
Afterward:
Miranda stayed on board the Sell Short with Chris for rest of the afternoon
while Ralph came ashore with me to meet and have dive-sex in the pool with Cyndi
and Bea. They both enjoyed taking a new man who was so well hung and who they
could impress with the strength of their pelvic muscles. Cyndi had wanted to
wear Roni’s black rubber swim-skin, but fortunately she mentioned the idea to
me first and I nixed it. No one had asked why it was missing or they may not
have known, but there was no reason to flaunt a souvenir in front of the donor’s
relatives lest someone remember. That evening I tool Ralph back to the
Sell Short and an hour later Cyndi, Bea and I were still draining his semen
while we watched the Sell Short's navigation lights disappear as it sailed for St John in
the USVIs.
The temporary swap of partners for training was an ideal
solution letting us girls burn off a lot of estrogenic lust with a new man w/o
adding him to my circle while Miranda got to enjoy Chris before going back to
being submissive enough to eventually capture Ralph as her husband if she wants
him. After all he is the eldest son of an extremely rich industrialist and
superb marriage material, which may help explain why Miranda didn’t keep him on
a much tighter leash.
