Message-ID: <7770eli$9804131029@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
From: john_dark@anon.nymserver.com
Subject: {Voloshin}JDR"The Dive"( MF rom )[1/1]
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
X-Note: This message was posted by a secure email service. Please report MISUSE OR ABUSE of this automated secure email service to <abuse@anon.nymserver.com>.
Path: qz!not-for-mail
Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam
Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Original-Message-ID: <6gk8jj$anf$1@sparky.wolfe.net>
JOHN DARK REPOST
The following story is posted for the entertainment of adults. If you are
below the age of eighteen or are otherwise forbidden to read electronic
erotic fiction in your locality, please delete this message now. The story
codes in the subject line are intended to inform readers of possible areas
that some might find distasteful, but neither the poster nor the author
make any guarantee. You should be aware that the story might raise other
matters that you find distasteful. Caveat lector; you read at your own
risk.
The enjoyment of these reposts can be increased by reading the "Coming
Attractions," which includes some of the thinking behind the pattern of the
reposts, as well as the titles to be reposted in the next week.
These stories have not been written by the person posting them. Many of
those e-mail addresses below the author's byline still work. If you liked
the story, either drop the author a line at that e-mail address or post a
comment to alt.sex.stories.d. Please don't post it to alt.sex.stories
itself. Posting the comment with a Cc: to the author would be the best way
to encourage them to continue entertaining you.
The copyright of this story belongs to the author, and the fact of this
posting should not be construed as limiting or releasing these rights in
any way. In most cases, the author will have further notices of copyright
below. If you keep the story, *PLEASE* keep the copyright disclaimer as
well.
==========================
Warning: due to the explicit sexual content of this story it is not
intended for readers under the age of 18 (eighteen). If you are under
this very legal age, get away from this story and from this newsgroup
or FBI agents will knock on your door any minute now. All others, enjoy!
This is a work of fiction. All characters and events are a product of
author's imagination and any resemblence to real persons or events is
purely coincidental. (Like, no kidding.)
2) This work is copyright by the author. You may download and keep
copies for your personal use as long as the author's byline and e-mail
address and this paragraph remain on the copies. Posting to newsgroups or
on websites is permitted as long as no money is charged for access and as
long as the author's byline and e-mail address and this paragraph remain on
the story.
____________________________________________________________
The Dive
by Yury Voloshin
yqv7599@is.nyu.edu
Beach is empty at this time and only a few persistent joggers trot
along the water line. I walk on the cool sand with a large sports bag slung
over the shoulder. The bag contains one of the most important advances in
the world of underwater swimming since the invention of scuba gear. It is
one of the reasons for my being right here right now. My thoughts are far
from this brilliant invention as I look sideways at the wonderful creature
who walks beside me. Julie. The goddess of my fantasies. Her slender body
looks gorgeous in a swimsuit as the muscles flex in her swaying hips and
breasts bounce slightly with every step she takes. Her breasts are not
large, yet not too small, just the perfect size to fit in my hand as I
stroke them gently while...
"George, I still don't understand something," she said interrupting my
musings. "This device splits water into hydrogen and oxygen, and we use
the oxygen to breathe. So where does the energy for splitting come from?
The battery here looks much too small for that."
"You're right, it is too small. If all needed energy came from the
battery, then you would sink under the battery's weight. When the water is
split, only part of the oxygen that's produced goes to the breathing tube.
Whatever is left over is rerouted and reacts with hydrogen to produce water
and electricity. Electricity partially recharges the small battery and
water is dumped. In other words, we have a fuel cell. Freshmen chemistry,
remember?"
"Sort of... So, the battery is supplemented and last longer than the
traditional air tank, thus making you the inventor of a very valuable piece
of equipment. Well, congratulations!"
"That's it, in a nutshell. I knew you'd understand sooner or later."
She playfully pushed me in the shoulder and an excited current ran through
my body, as it always does at her touch. This reminded me of something
incredible that happened not so long ago -- we kissed for the first time.
An uncertain touch of two pairs of lips grew into a ecstatic embrace and I
felt like the happiest person in the world. I still feel that way with her
beside me.
Finally we came to the right spot by the water and I unpacked the
gear. There were two pairs of flippers, two masks, and two devices that
looked like props from one of my favorite movies, "Ghostbusters." They were
two large backpacks with an intricate array of tubes and wires visible
under the semi-transparent plastic cover.
I noticed Julie's skeptical stare as she studied the water splitters.
"This looks almost too complicated to work when it'll have to work."
"Are you saying you're scared and want to leave?"
"Hey, I didn't wake up at this ridiculous time just to come to the
beach and go home. If it was tested, then there is nothing to be scared
of. I'm a little anxious, but that happens with every new thing in life."
With that settled, we put on the backpacks, masks, flippers and
prepared to enter to enter the underwater looking like the some exotic
animals of the deep. I noticed how light the water splitters were -- their
weight never ceased to surprise me, even though I've used them several
times during the tests. Finally, we were in the water and the ocean
enveloped us with a warmness that was left over from yesterday's the
scorching sun. I pushed off with the flippers and found myself floating in
complete weightlessness, as if the ocean's surface was a magic barrier that
protected everything below from the pulling hand of gravity.
Fiery columns of sunlight shot through the green water and danced on
the swaying weeds, which moved back and forth so slowly that I once again
doubted the existance of gravity. Am I still on the same planet?... That
thought reminded me of something, and I checked the oxygen pressure
indicator to make sure I stay that way. So far, the backpack was working
perfectly. I breathed with relief as Julie, swimming a few paces in front,
did the same and seemed to be satisfied.
With every minute we grew more and more used to this strange
environment. Julie seemed very interested in the dark green weeds, small
fishes and an occasional seahorse that were lurking along the sandy ocean
floor. She was a graduate student in biology and, even though marine life
was never her particular field of study, I could see she was fascinated by
seeing in nature everything that was so familiar from textbooks.
I stared at something that was much more appealing than fish and sea
shrubs. Julie's thighs were moving up and down in small arcs as she
propelled herself through the water, emphasizing the graceful curve of her
hips and buttocks. At that moment, my mind went blank as I tried to think
of a body that was shaped better than hers. An iron-hard pulsing erection
came to life under my shorts and an image that was half-memory, half-
imagination filled my mind. The taste of her smooth, delicious smelling
skin on my lips, the sensation of myself inside her, her eyes locked with
mine as we cry out with ecstasy. I longed to be on firm ground so that
could continue what we started, but that will have to wait a few hours...
or will it? I moved closer to Julie, took her hand and we continued to move
through the water.
The touch of her hand excited me even more and she noticed my
erection, which was apparent in the horizontal position of swimming. The
resistance of water to my erect cock gave me a sensation as if I was being
masturbated by same skillful invisible hand and my penis began to slightly
pulse up and down. At this point Julie slowed down for some reason and I
completely stopped. She stared at my shorts with great interest and then
looked up. How I wanted to kiss her! "No, can't do" - I commanded to my
hand as it started the movement that would pull out the mouthpiece.
I saw her beautiful large grey eyes through the transparent mask. At
that moment for the first time in my life I understood what countless
writers meant when they described how one's desires are reflected in the
eyes. "I want you," her eyes said, "I need you as bad as you need me." She
tenderly put her hands on my shoulders, still unsure of what she wanted to
do. After all, ten feet under water, with our faces covered by masks and
mouthpieces, was certainly not a conventional setting for any kind of
love-making, no matter how willing the participants are. My first reaction
was a brew of emotions. She wants me! But couldn't she wait until we get
out of the water to express that, what can we do about it here? Yet, there
is nothing to prevent us from trying, I thought, and embraced Julie. Her
body felt soft and warm, which created a sensuous contrast with the water
surrounding us. We were suspended in weightlessness between the surface and
the bottom of the ocean, so that our only sensation was each other's body.
Julie's touch did not seem to disappear once she touched one spot and moved
on to the next -- I felt her in every crevice and on every square inch of
my skin.
I untied her bra and for a moment was completely frozen while taking
in her beauty. My hands slowly caressed her, roving over each breast then
moving to her thighs and buttocks. Our bodies pressed toward each other and
Julie wrapped her legs wrapped around me as my unyeilding phallus began to
rub against her vagina. Both of us shuddered with pleasure upon the first
contact. I slid the bulge in my shorts up and down Julie's bikini-covered
Entrance to Paradise, as one Hindu poet precisely called it, and felt more
and more energy build up in my groin. My body cried out for more and I felt
that Julie wanted to go on. I pulled down her bikini and she rid me of my
shorts in a slow, teasing movement. Our clothes flowed down to the bottom
like so much dumped garbage.
My penis, now unrestrained, pointed straight up. Julie grabbed it and
started gently rubbing her clitoris, which drove me more and more crazy
with every touch. Our movement were slowed down by the water and everything
seemed to be a dream, one of the best dreams I've ever had. A thought
crossed my mind and was gone in a millisecond - "I'd better not wake up
now."
Finally, we could no longer stand to be seperated as two bodies and
had to become one, at least temporarily. I entered Julie and felt the hot
warmth of her inner sanctum. The phallus slowly dove until all of its
shaft was inside her and the first wave of pleasure coursed through our
bodies. I withdrew, then entered her again and Julie closed her eyes in
bliss as she grabbed my butt and pushed me inside herself with a stronger
force. We slowly sank down to the sandy seabed and softly landed on our
sides facing each other. I hardly noticed it; all of my senses were filled
with the beautiful woman whose body was joined to mine. Much later, I will
realize that none of this would've been possible with bulky conventional
scuba gear, but at that moment I was very far from these thoughts.
The urge to kiss her came back with a new force, but that was
impossible. I felt the energy of orgasm building up faster and faster.
Julie swayed her hips to match my strokes as her body was beginning to
tense and I sensed that we both were on the brink of ecstasy. I imagined
that I could feel her waves of pleasure build up in strength together with
mine and resonate through both of our bodies, making the explosion in my
groin many times more intense than I've ever thought possible. That was the
moment when Julie came into orgasm. Vaginal muscles gripped my penis inside
her, her body tensed and I could almost hear her scream out in throbs of
pleasure as clouds of exhaled bubbles carried away any sound she would've
made. At that moment I lost all awareness of my surroundings. All I could
feel was Julie's body next to mine and myself inside her, both caught in a
tsunami of ecstasy that carried us to the its peak. Several moments, or it
could've been minutes, passed and the wave began to subside. These amazing
spasms grew weaker and weaker as I slowly withdrew from her after a few
more strokes.
We lay on the seabottom in blissful exaustion caressing each other's
bodies and feeling a newfound closeness that was created without saying a
word, or making any other sound. Julie pointed up and I knew immidiately
what she meant. We picked up our clothes, ascended to the surface and took
off the masks and breathing tubes as soon as it was possible. Julie pressed
herself to me and covered my mouth with a hungry, starving kiss so that I
knew she was suppressing the same urge as myself. I responded in kind and
felt the deliciously sweet taste of her tongue against mine. At that
moment we stopped all movement and the next taste I felt was that of salty
ocean water as we were caught by the oncoming wave with our diving masks
off.
"Let's go back," she said with a smile and I didn't argue. I
was already looking forward to us coming back to my apartment after the
beach and this prompted another full-power erection.
===============
The Dive
by Yury Voloshin
-30-
--
+--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+
| story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |