Erotica by Bravo #3 – Underwater Gavotte
The body cleaving through the crystal clear blue water was that of a woman. Her well-tanned arms cleaved the water as she kicked rhythmically with powerful legs. Her white one-piece swimsuit fit her well, highlighting her tan and sexy figure….
She swam through water as calm as a swimming pool, for all that that she was in a lagoon….the Black Lagoon. She wore goggles, for the water was salty and stinging to the eyes, but being goggles rather than a scuba mask she couldn’t really see all that much, as she swam leisurely on and on.
Anchored at one edge of the lagoon, just too one side of the entrance to the lagoon from the ocean, was a gleaming white research craft, the Tanhi. She was a researcher, a marine biologist, come to this lagoon along with two other researchers – handsome male researchers, to investigate the discovery of a fossilized hand that looked as if it had belonged to something that was half fish, half human…and extinct for thousands of years.
About three fathoms below her, a humanoid shape appeared, and began to swim in the same direction. The shape swam face up, so that it could see her white-clad body swimming against the sun’s rays that penetrated the crystal clear water. . if someone were filming the scene from a distance, it could be seen as almost ballet like…almost a dance….with the male figure below mimicking the swimming movements of the female above.
Then, without warning, the male figure rose, making for the woman. He reached out a hand to touch her foot, then clasped his hand around her ankle and tugged her under water.
Michele twisted and turned to look with wide eyes at her attacker. Through goggled eyes she saw that it was Garth, one of the two male biologists on board the research ship. He was grinning around the scuba mouthpiece. She wrapped her legs around his wait for purchase, then used both hands to pull up his scuba mask, then let it go with a twang.
They both broke the surface together, laughing.
Then Michele slapped water at him. “Don’t do that! Scared me!”
“Sorry, Michele, I couldn’t resist. You looked so lovely, silhouetted against the sun like that.”
“Like that poor girl in Jaws, eh, who turned into a snack.”
“I was thinking of a different movie entirely,” Garth murmured.
“Yeah, well…”
They were bobbing on the surface, holding onto each other’s arms, faces very close together. Their eyes met, they came closer….they kissed.
Garth brought his hands up to her shoulders, tugging on the straps of her suit. They came down past her shoulders easily enough, but after that, it was not so easy. The wet fabric stuck to her body.
“Jeez, girl,” said Garth. “Why don’t you wear a bikini? It would make it so much easier. “
“That’s exactly why,” laughed Michele. “I like to make you work for it.”
Even with her legs wrapped around her waist to give him purchase, he couldn’t quite get the suit off, and sent them spinning head down into the water on more than one occasion.
“Fun as this is,” he said, spitting out water after his last attempt, “I’m ready to give up. Why don’t we get to shore, place all the parts in the right places, and then get back into the water.”
They followed this plan.
Once on shore, Garth helped her off with her swimsuit, and stepped out of his own.
Michele lay back on her suit, and Garth maneuvered himself on top of her….
At this point, Michele stopped writing and turned to look at the cabin door, more than half expecting her roommate to come tottering in and head for the toilet bowl. But no such interruption occurred.
Michele returned to her story, and shortly afterwards that Michele was lost in waves of orgasmic pleasure.
Michele may have been a virgin, but she knew all about waves of orgasmic pleasure, having been the grateful possessor of a vibrator since she was 16.
Indeed, after she’d completed the story, she took out her own vibrator and put it to use on her wet clitoris and within seconds began to get the feeling that her own waves of orgasmic pleasure were about to start, too.
The only thing missing was the feeling of a strong male arm around her shoulders, and lips pressed against hers as their two tongues danced a tango….
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