I had been spending the summers or at least large part of them with Christian, a friend that had moved down to Florida. I had been going down for a few years and sometimes I got to spend a month, sometimes a week, before I was back on my way home. The summer after I turned seventeen, I was going to get to spend almost the entire summer with him and his family. The two of us thought that was awesome and we started planning what we wanted to do. Both of us being seventeen, we luckily got to have fun without all of the adult supervision of years past.
I arrived in Florida in late May and the fun began. We did all the normal stuff seventeen-year-old boys would do, including spying on the nude babes on the beach. We spent a lot of time at the beach, but even for us, that wore thin. We had been looking for a new adventure and decided to take a snorkeling trip. It took a little convincing to his mom, but she signed off on the trip. We planned it out for the first Saturday we could get booked on. Luckily, we only had to wait a week.
Saturday morning finally came and we were jolly on the spot at the dock to catch our boat. As we went through the check-in procedures we got a nice surprise. Our snorkeling instructors and guides were two women. One was a dark-haired woman named Carri. She was about five feet four or so. She had on a wetsuit that had been peeled down to her waist showing a very nice set of tits snuggled into a yellow bikini top. We both agreed that it was a shame she was going to be all covered up in a wetsuit.
The other was Jeni, she was a little taller, pretty close to my five feet seven-inch height. She had red hair that was a bit longer than shoulder length and to our relief, she wasn’t in a wetsuit yet. Her skin was a golden brown encased in a pink bikini top and grey boy short bottoms. She didn’t have large breasts, but they filled out the top nicely and the rest of her wasn’t doing too bad of a job in the shorts.
We stood there and listened to Carri give us a safety briefing and instructions about buddy teaming when in the water. As Carri talked I was watching Jeni move around in the background. She bent over at one point and her short boy shorts stretched across her ass showing how perfectly formed it was. I instantly got hard and had to adjust the way I was standing to hide the bulge that had developed.
Carri droned on for about another ten minutes and finally, we all boarded the boat. It was a nice forty-five foot open well commercial dive boat. With only twelve of us in the dive group, there was plenty of room to sit and relax. A few of the younger ladies in the group made their way up on the front deck to catch some rays.
Jeni had come back to an equipment rack near where I was lounging back in a seat. Just seeing her move was making me quite hard again, so I sat up. Moved a little closer and struck up a conversation with her about where we were going and what to expect. I also asked some innocent questions about her. I found out she was twenty-seven years old and had been a certified diver since she was sixteen. I also found out that she and Carri gave diving lessons. That interested me a lot. I could just picture spending hours learning to dive with Jeni.
The rest of the day went pretty quick. We spent about three hours on the reef snorkeling and having fun. The only hiccup of the whole day was an older man that decided he wasn’t cut out for ocean-going boat rides and demonstrated this by spending almost the whole trip out and back chumming the water.
We finally arrived back at the dock and I asked Jeni if she had a card for her and Carri’s diving business. Standing there in a pair of cut off jean shorts this time and the pink bikini top she said, “Not on her.” Instead, she took a grease pencil out of her pocket and grabbed my arm. She wrote the number up my forearm with the grease pencil. She then turned and started to work on the gear that had just been piled on the dock next to the boat, but before she did, she looked back at me with a wicked smile and said, “Don’t lose that number.”
I wasn’t sure exactly how to take her comment but I said, “I’ll be careful with it” and I was damn careful with it until we got back to Christian’s house where I quickly wrote it down on paper.
After talking the idea of getting a scuba license over with Christian, we then went to his mom. Now, this was a hard sell, but not because of the cost, which was substantial at seven hundred fifty dollars for the lessons and seven dives, but rather for the safety of it. She was really concerned about this aspect so we did the only thing we could. We gave her Carri and Jeni’s number so she could talk to them.
She called them and left the house shortly after to go meet them. She was only gone about an hour, but when she came back, she looked at us and said, “I see why you too are suddenly interested in diving!” With that, she gave us her permission and after a phone call to my mom to secure hers, we were all set. I called and Carri answered the phone and we set up our first class for the following Tuesday.
Well, we started on the classes and went all the way through the dive tank, meeting all of our requirements. Then it was time for our first dive. We were going out with Carri and Jeni to an old wreck on a sandbar in about forty-five feet of water. Instead of the big dive boat we used for the snorkeling trip, we were taking a twenty-four-foot cabin cruiser rigged out for diving.
When we arrived at the dock, we both just about dropped our jaws on the ground, letting our tongues roll out. There on the deck of the boat was Carri in a silver bikini that was damn near not there. I would have to say; all of her better assets were on display in it. Looking at Jeni, well she wasn’t covered any better in a lipstick red bikini. We stood there and gathered ourselves as we did an uncomfortable amount of shifting to hide the large bulges that had suddenly developed in our trunks.
We eventually got control of ourselves and boarded the boat. Carri and Jeni welcomed us aboard and we cast off for our first dive. It was a wonderful day of diving. We went down once in the morning and then had a great lunch on the boat with the ladies before making a second dive. The wreck we dove on was a turn of the century schooner that had been sunk during a hurricane.
It was beautiful, but not quite as beautiful as the ladies in their bikinis and diving gear. We had expected them to put wetsuits on, but Jeni explained they dove all the time in bikinis and only used wetsuits on large tours. We got back to the dock that evening and set up our next dive date. We said our goodbyes and got our last look at the ladies.
We made four more dives progressing in the depth and conditions. The two ladies varied their attire but never did do much for covering up their assets. We got to see several more old wrecks including a naval destroyer that had been sunk as part of an artificial reef project. It had been a wonderful couple of weeks of diving and spending time with the ladies. Even though there was a ten-year age gap we all seemed to get along pretty well. So well, we even all went for dinner after the last dive trip.
Christian and Carri seemed to be getting along wonderfully, but Jeni and I were making a deeper connection. She would lean into and whisper in my ear or take a hand and brush my face with it. Then she did the last thing I expected that evening. She leaned in and kissed me, softly at first, but it deepened into a much longer kiss. She pulled back and broke the kiss and made an apology for that. I assured her none needed, but I guess whatever she was feeling had evaporated. The next thing I knew, she had asked Carri to go to the lady’s room with her and they excused themselves quickly after that.
Luckily Christian and I had enough cash to pay the whole bill before we left as well. On the way home Christian asked me about the kiss. I hadn’t realized he had even noticed. I told him the truth, she kissed me and I kissed her back. I wasn’t sure what to make of it either really. She was ten years older than I was but sexy as hell. I was having a bit of difficulty figuring out what was going. We were getting along great on the dive trips with Carri pairing off with Christian mostly and Jeni with me. I really couldn’t fathom why she would be attracted to me.
At seventeen I wasn’t any Greek Adonis by any stretch. At five feet seven inches tall, I was actually on the shorter side compared to most of my friends. Even Christian had me by several inches. I was stocky in a muscular way from playing sports but wasn’t overly handsome. Granted, I had my share of the girls at school, but none was on the same level as Jeni. Trying to figure all this out was giving me a headache, so I gave up on it. Besides, with the ladies leaving that quick, it couldn’t mean anything good. We had another dive scheduled in a few days, but I wasn’t going to hold my breath it was going to happen.
The events of the dinner behind me but not forgotten, Christian I went about our normal hijinks of running around and goofing off at the beach until the morning of our next dive. Since we had never heard from Carri or Jeni, we assumed our trip was still on. We were supposed to be heading south along the coast towards Key West. There was supposed to be several really cool spots to dive on down that way. The only hiccup was Christian got up with a sinus headache that wasn’t going away. We decided to head to the dock and see what happens.
As we arrived, we could see Carri on deck in a pair of cargo shorts and a tank top, but no signs of Jeni. I was disappointed not seeing her. We walked on out to the boat to talk to Carri. We explained to her about Christian’s problem this morning and got the reply we feared, that he couldn’t dive until it cleared up. I asked about Jeni and Carri said she had stopped by the store to pick up snacks and drinks for the boat. Well, I at least I knew Jeni was going to be there, but know it seemed to be for nothing.
Jeni showed up a few minutes later lugging a couple of bags from the grocery store. Christian and I both hurried back up the dock to help her. She sent me back to the car for a couple of cases of drinks. By the time I got back, there had been a decision reached pending my approval. Carri and Christian would hang out together today doing whatever and Jeni and I would still go diving for the day. To say I was a bit shocked would’ve have been the understatement of the year, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to say no to these plans. I would’ve had to have been nuts. With everything set, Carri gathered up her bag and a few other things and joined Christian on the dock while I helped Jeni get the boat ready to cast off.
I stood next to Jeni in the cockpit and waved to Christian and Carri as they waved back. Jeni already at the helm was moving us away from the dock and out into the channel that would take us out into the bay, before heading south along the coast.
Jeni looking over at me said, “I’m glad you decided to come diving” with a sly little smile.
I was hoping it meant a bit more but would settle for whatever Jeni had meant it to be.
“I’m glad you decided to take me out by yourself,” I replied.
We headed on south exchanging topics of conversations easily until we got to our dive spot just northwest of a little island about a half mile off the coast. Jeni had explained to me on the way down that there were some beautiful coral formations and fish in the area. As we anchored, I noticed she had shielded us from the shore and partly from the open water side. Jeni ran the diver down flag up on a tall mast and let it flutter in the wind before coming back to the deck.
“Well, let's get this show on the road,” she said to me and with that, she pulled her a tank top off exposing her bare breasts to me. I quickly turned away. “Does this bother you? I was just going to change into my suit. Would you hand it to me? It’s in my bag.”
I took several quick steps towards the cabin and grabbed what I thought was her bathing suit, but was a little confused, because it was damn near see through in my hand. I held it up asked, “Is this it?”
“Yep, bring it here please.”
I turned to go back out of the cabin and standing facing me was Jeni completely nude. I couldn’t help but stare at her. She had this little smile on her face with her hands on her hips, looking at me. I could see her full breasts with dark little areoles and thick little pink nipples. My eyes wandered further down until I could see the thin little tuff of hair just above her pussy. All I could do was stare until Jeni snapped me out of my trance.
“Hey! Can I have my suit?”
I broke out of my trance and said, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare, but you are absolutely beautiful.” I then tossed her the suit.
She quickly slid her suit on, legs through the bottom before pulling it up until she tucked her breasts in the front and pulled the straps over her shoulders. As far as the cut, it wasn’t all that revealing, but as far as the fabric, it hid nothing. Standing there in front of me, she could’ve still been nude. I couldn’t imagine how much more you’d see with it wet.