Bindi peeled off her wetsuit in the change room of the scuba shop and hopped into a toasty warm shower. The wood-panelled walls of the tiny change room became steamy very quickly. Had Jason noticed her checking him out during the dive expedition? Bindi's tummy turned flips. Jason was a honey. Early twenties, bright blue eyes, a solid tan, curly brown hair, compact tight pecs, and biceps that blew her away. But he wasn't just a hot male body; he was actually a nice guy as well. Jason was the one who would help you replace a faulty seal on your equipment at the last moment, while the other guys hung around on the dive boat grumbling about chicks that run late. Then he'd haul your dive tank down to the boat for you cheerfully and give the other guys a backhander, "Gee, thanks for your help, you drop-kicks!"
She felt like a bit of an idiot. She had to scold herself to keep herself in check. You hardly know him, woman. For all you know, you might have nothing to say to each other. He might be a total dimwit. However, no amount of inner scolding could ruin the physical desire that flooded through her when he was around. It was 6 months since she and Shane had split up and even counting a couple of encore performances from Shane that meant 4 months with no sex. Nobody wants to rush out and make a big mistake out of desperation, but the hunger for sex gnawed away at her. Lying in bed at night, it oozed out of her skin; it felt real bad not to use it up. There's only so much you can do on your own, Bindi thought plaintively. At thirty, though, she could at least tell herself that a crush is not necessarily something you have to act on. You can acknowledge it, bear it, try and have some fun with it while you decide where it ought to go.
Bindi's skin felt unusually soft after being encased in the wet dive suit for a couple of hours. She re-warmed her tingling skin by rubbing herself all over with bath gel. She couldn't help slipping one hand between her thighs to stroke her pussy which after being in Jason's proximity felt like it was clamouring for attention. Her pussy lips felt swollen and exquisitely sensitive as she stroked the pads of her fingers up and down there. She began circling her aching clit but out of guilt she held back from going too hard on it. After all, what kind of person gets herself off with others waiting right outside the bathroom door? Lubricated with gel, her other hand sneaked of its own accord down her ass-crack to fondle her ring, while her front fingers found their way inside her warm tunnel. She gasped as she was momentarily blown away by thoughts of Jason pumping her, filling her up, front, back and every which-way. She moaned softly. The hot water played down over her breasts and her brown nipples became erect. She turned her face up to the stream of water and opened her lips to catch some as though it were a tongue entering her mouth. I'm in here having a ménage-a-un, thought Bindi, and he's out there making Instant Cuppa Soup. Heck, he probably doesn't even know I exist. He carries my stuff, but hey, he's probably just being kind. He's way out of my league. Those thoughts brought her quickly down to earth again and with a sigh she turned off the water.
"Here's yours," Jase said, and he handed Bindi a hot cup of soup.
"Thanks," Bindi said, giving him her most grateful smile. His fingers touched hers briefly as he handed her the cup. God, even his fingers were perfect, so lean and tan, with clean, half-moon fingernails. Bindi felt herself becoming aroused again and she blushed slightly and was glad that he didn't seem to notice. Looking at a man's fingers was always a killer for her as it led immediately to thoughts of the delicious things they could do to her pussy. Fortunately the other guys in the scuba shop made such a racket with their jibes at each other that it was easy to melt into the background.
"When you're in the shower Jase, don't worry if you can't find your cock. That cold water will have shrunk a mini like yours into something microscopic," shouted Derek.
"Yeah, well at least Jason doesn't have to pay for it, unlike some I could mention," said Anthony, "On our last trip to Thailand, when Derek's door opened in the morning the Thai girls scuttled everywhere like a pack of cockroaches."
This comment was met by a roar of laughter from the gang.
Bindi smiled to herself. The guys were so crass, but there was something about the testosterone, the boyish hi-jinks, that kept her coming back for more. And directly underneath the jibes, there was loyalty. Every one of these guys had been in a near-drowning situation at some point, and been saved by a mate from this gang. That's diving for you, she thought. You live on the edge, and you can die on it too.
Bindi washed down her equipment and packed it into her 4X4 Utility.
"You diving next weekend?" said a familiar voice with a Scots accent. It was Rob. She turned to see two deep brown eyes gazing calmly at her. Rob was wiry and fit, with a dry Scots humour. He was a very experienced diver and had taught Bindi everything she knew.
"Yeh, I think I'll be diving," she said.
"We're diving the Kittyhawk."
"Oh," Bindi was disappointed, because the Kittyhawk was a shipwreck that was too deep for her dive equipment to reach.
"You can be the boat-bitch!" Rob jibed her gently. The 'boat-bitch' was the term they used for the person who stayed on board the dive boat while others dived. Actually, it was important to have someone on the boat ready to administer oxygen in case a diver got the bends. On the less glamorous side, the boat-bitch also had to make soup and clean up vomit.
"Ha. I have a better idea, why don't you lend me your equipment," said Bindi.
"As if that will ever happen," said Rob and gave her a slap on the ass.
"Oh, you're worried I would infect your stuff with girl germs."
"I don't mind a few girl germs," said Rob.
"Yeah, I bet you're desperate for a few girl germs."
"Ah, get away with ye." Rob turned away. Suddenly Bindi wondered how Rob was faring since his wife had left a year ago. It was never spoken about by the gang, not even for a laugh. Rob was not the sort to talk about personal stuff.
"Only teasing!" said Bindi, hoping she had not hit a raw nerve.
The week dragged by. Bindi had a couple of emails from Jason, just 'hi, how are you" sort of stuff. She rang him and they had a chat, also quite superficial.
