We had just sailed south from Norman’s Cay in the Exumas, anchoring off Thunderball Cave near Staniel Cay. The name comes from the 1965 James Bond movie in which several scenes were filmed with Sean Connery air lifted through holes in the domed roof of the grotto. My brother and his family caught an 8 passenger charter plane from the landing strip a mere 2 miles from the anchorage, which left only my wife and daughter aboard.
It had been two weeks since I last got any and that was by accident more than intent. I was getting very horny and with the departure of the gaggle of kids I was hoping my wife would be a bit more amenable to my predicament. Unfortunately, she showed little interest in taking care of my problem and I began to pursue a more voyageristic bent to satisfy my longings. My daughters’ friend, Cleo, was landing this afternoon and we were busy cleaning up the boat, readying for her arrival.
Cleo was a very cute and petite little thing, standing no more than 4 feet 10 inches and couldn’t weigh more than 100 pounds soaking wet. Very toned, she was on the equestrian team at college and had worked with horses for all her high school years, which is where my daughter and Cleo met. We walked leisurely from the airstrip later that day, stopping at a few of the little shops with curios and straw baskets and other touristy things we didn’t want to buy. Although the girls weren’t old enough to drink in the states, age was not an issue in the islands and I bought a round at the Staniel Cay Yacht Club overlooking the harbor and our boat at anchor. The girls downed a quick Bahama Mamma followed by a Goombay Smash, both on empty stomachs. I was getting a little worried about alcohol tolerance levels since these drinks are known for containing more rum than mixer. The cost of rum in the islands is far less than the cost of Coke or orange juice so strong drinks are the rule.
I dragged them both off their bar stools and towards the waiting dinghy for a quick trip back to the boat. It was decided that we should all go visit the cave while my wife finished cleaning up the boat. We planned to eat at the yacht club that night and had made reservations along with our meal selections while we were at the bar. This way we didn’t have to worry about fixing dinner on top of all the other confusion we were dealing with. The two girls and I quickly donned our bathing suits and anchored the dinghy at the entrance of the cave. The tide was nearly high so the opening was deep enough in the water that you had to dive down a few feet and swim through the hole. Because of this there were no other visitors to the cave while we were there.
I instructed each of the girls in methods to avoid hitting their heads on the sharp coral and rock, then waited as they entered the cave in turn. This afforded me a perfect view of them from behind as them bent over and kicked their way inside. I closely followed Cleo, not watching where I was going but inspecting every fold of skin across her beautifully shaped buttocks. The two piece bathing suit was slightly high cut and a bit narrow at the cleft which exposed a lot of ass to my wandering eyes. As she kicked, frog leg style, her legs opened wide each time, slamming shut with the thrust of propulsion, forcing the material of the suit further and further into the crack of her ass, providing a view of more skin with each kick. After the fifth leg kick, I clearly saw the protrusions of little hairs around the stretch bands of her bottoms. The suit folding itself inside, not only her ass crack, but insinuating its way into her center slit as well. I was getting horny as hell watching this nearly perfect butt a mere inches from my face.
I should have been watching where I was going because a shark swam leisurely through the grotto, not normally a big deal, but it scared Cleo enough that she pulled up suddenly. Her legs were dangling down towards the bottom, her face stayed underwater watching the shark swim by, as I literally rear ended her. I swam right up her ass, bouncing my mask off her thigh and running my snorkel right up against her swim suit covered pussy lips, knocking the other end out of my mouth. The loss of the snorkel forced me to try to surface for more air and in doing so I became entangled within her legs, my shoulder pushing firmly against her crotch.
We finally found a way to disentangle, breaking the surface when I sputtered all sorts of nonsensical apologies. Her gaze was firm, a slight smile across her lips when she cut me off saying, “Thank you, perhaps I can return the favor sometime”.
With that she turned back to the long gone shark and continued her swim through the grotto. My daughter had been far enough in the lead that she never noticed that anything untoward had happen. An hour passed and I stayed my distance from Cleo, catching a glimpse now and then of her beautiful ass through the clean Bahamian waters. I decided to relax a bit and swam over to a partially submerged ledge, just long enough for me to comfortably lay upon, my shoulders and head out of the water, everything from my rib cage down was immersed. The girls were off swimming around within the cave and I occasionally glimpsed their snorkels protruding through the surface as I laid back enjoying the heat, contrasting coolness of the water and daydreamed about my little encounter with Cleo.
I must have closed my eyes because I never saw her approach. Tiffany was on the other side of the cave looking at some parrot fish when Cleo swam silently to where I was relaxing. Her arms reaching straight ahead, legs kicking, quietly, she came to me without a sound. Her left hand brushed against me knee, startling me slightly, thinking it was some kind of fish my eyes jerked open and I quickly realized who it was and smiled believing the touch accidental. But her hand persisted in its contact, continuing its course up along my thigh, insinuating itself under the long leg of my swim shorts until it cupped my mesh cover balls. She squeezed gently a few times, my package suddenly straining to emerge, I was in total shock. Her face was still under the surface, apparently watching what she was doing, not looking up at me as she held her position and my sac for several more seconds in her gentle massage before sliding up and joining me on the ledge.
I couldn’t speak. She raised her mask, dropped her snorkel out of her mouth, the smile spread from ear to ear and whispered, “Now we’re even”.
We reclined side by side for nearly fifteen minutes while Tiffany swam around in circles watching all the fish and coral. Her thigh touching mine so barely as to be coincidental, her arm brushing against mine every time she moved even the slightest bit. I was thankful that I was wearing some oversized, very baggy swim suit and was able to conceal my growing erection. I glanced from time to time at her, whenever I thought she was looking away. She possessed great abs, rock hard. Her suit bottom sat several inches below her navel, just above the pubic hair line.
Her tits were totally covered by her top but that was because her didn’t have any. She was not even an A cup. I’m quite sure she wore training bras frequently. Although twenty she had never developed any breasts, the outline of her nipples were just visible beneath the loose fitting bathing suit top, standing at attention. Between the blond pony tail, her short stature and appearance of thirteen year old, just developing nubs, she a pediphiles’ dream. Legal but some porno king could make big money with this girl.
She caught me staring and looked me in the eyes, glanced away to be sure Tiffany was out of ear shot then turned back to face me.
“You know, you look pretty good for someone as old as my father”, her voice husky and slightly deep. She clearly enunciated, many years of debate and public speaking and her brilliant mind hiding behind that adolescent looking body.
