Diving Lost Cove,

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.

 

 

Next of kin

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.

Going diving in the BVIs

Deep Bay North Sound Virgin Gorda

Virgin Gorda: Next weekend my Inner circle and I are going to my place on the North Sound of Virgin Gorda for two weeks. Most of the dive gear has already been sent ahead as have our contraceptive supplies: Spare diaphragms in our sizes, DiveGel+, Semécide, FC2s, the new EC med ella and Mifeprex just in case something unexpected happens. It shouldn’t, but with contraception nothings is 100% effective.

We can’t land Limnaea at Beef Island on Tortola (now called the Terrance B. Lettsome International airport) because it only has a 4,600 ft runway so we will Land at St Thomas which has a 7,000 ft runway that can handle the G550 and take a turbo-prop over to Tortola and have a gorgeous sail boat pick us up for the final leg to Virgin Gorda. Cyndi’s grandmother, the Duchess, who lives in a large estate on Virgin Gorda year round, is lending us an under-housekeeper to open and run the staff with six hand picked and experienced islanders so things should be well in hand when we get there.

Wanton Lass IV: The Duchess is also lending us His Graces 95 foot sailboat ‘Wanton Lass IV’ for the duration of our stay. Since this is high-season there I offered to pay but she said the Duke insisted since Fiona, his daughter and Cyndi’s mom, told him how well I’m guiding Cyndi in her education and feminine skills. The Duchess, speaking of her husband, said “The old satyr probably wants to sleep with you!” and I imagine she’s right because I’m sure Fiona has entertained him with stories of our lesbian sexual exploits as well as the number of men I serviced during last years Super Bowl party.

Miss Willoughby and other Guests: Returning readers who read my 360 blog may remember Miss Willoughby, Taryn’s old tutor when she lived with Sal. When Taryn (who is now at Trinity college Cambridge) enrolled at St Lucy’s Miss Willoughby accepted a teaching position there and has been a positive influence on Cyndi and Gigi. Miss W. will be going with us to keep Cyndi and Gigi current with their studies. She is taking her boyfriend, Ashton, along who is a Gyn in town. So we will have two Gynecologists along which is just about right for six very sexually active women.

Also going are, in no particular order: (1) Cyndi & Chuck (a Gyn at our clinic), (2) Anya & Chris (3) Diané & Peter, (4) Gigi & Jon, a young escort who is making a name for himself and (5) Jacques & me which will nearly fill the plane. Returning readers will remember Chris as the SAS officer who impregnated Cyndi and was with her when she miscarried on a dive in my cove in the North Sound. Fortunately Chuck and I were diving the area when Chris called for help and Chuck saved her from bleeding to death

Alain’s condition: A reader asked if Alain is recovering well from his heart attack that occurred during his encounter with Gigi. While hospitalized he had aspiration pneumonia from getting vomit in his lungs, but is almost over that and is getting stronger by the day. His wife flew out and is taking care of him in a pool bungalow at the Hotel/casino while he works on a components contract with a large West Coast manufacturer of ordinance. His doctors object to his working, but he insists. He and his wife should be returning to Paris at the end of next week. He had two stents placed shortly after he was admitted so he is much healthier than he was and so far there seems to have been no lasting damage to his heart. But it may be too soon to tell for sure.