Diving Belle
By Fuchs Biedemeier
Jean couldn't have been more thrilled. She had been worried about coming to Florida alone for vacation, but so far it had been going very well. The hotel was very comfortable, she'd met the nicest people and now she had what had to be the world's sexiest scuba instructor all to herself. She had to hold back a giggle as she sat on the railing of the boat, waiting for Kurt to finish casting off. Just watching his lithe muscles ripple as he worked the lines was making her pulse race. And better yet, he really seemed interested in her, too!
This morning was their second lesson. Yesterday the class had consisted of Jean and two men, but being more experienced than she was, they had decided to take a more advanced class today. This meant Jean would be the sole beneficiary of Kurt's attentions. And this morning, when she had told him how she had eaten at her hotel after the last class, he had actually invited her to dinner! She could hardly believe her luck, having somebody as kind and knowledgeable and - let's face it - sexy as Kurt be hot for her.
It wasn't that Jean was ugly - actually she was pretty, but she wasn't exactly the type who usually inspired men to troubadorial feats of romance. Her face was nice but no one would call her a ravishing beauty. And figure- wise, she was really kind of thin. She had always been embarassed about her meager bustline and what little shape her bikini had came from padding. All this added up to a lower than necessary self esteem, but with Kurt she had never felt inadequate. He seemed to really think she could be a good diver and he never yelled at her like her old instructors had. He was a great teacher and she was full of a jittery nervousness as he began untying the last mooring line. This was going to be the best day of her life!
Just then a voice called out from the dock. Jean looked and saw a man and a woman running down the dock toward the boat. The man was waving.
He was shouting "Kurt, Kurt" as he ran up to the boat, but when he got there he just put his hands on his knees and panted for a few seconds while Kurt and Jean waited expectantly. The woman, a tall, leggy lady with a flowing mane of raven-black hair, jogged up a few steps behind him, in high heels no less. Their click-clack made a distinctive noise as she ran along the dock. She seemed slightly out of breath as well but she was clearly doing better than the dock hand. From the woman's legs, Jean could tell that she exercised regularly. Other than that there wasn't much to tell, since her face was covered by huge sunglasses and her body by a windbreaker.
"Hey, Mickey, what's up?" asked Kurt, when Mickey didn't seem to be coming up with any answers spontaneously. The response wasn't exactly music to Jean's ears.
Mickey, it seemed, worked for another scuba school in the marina. Although his outfit and Kurt's were technically competitors, they were quite friendly and would typically cover for each other if things got to busy or there was some kind of problem. Today it seemed one of their instructors had called in sick and they ended up with an extra student that they couldn't fit onto any of their own boats. So they'd brought her to Kurt. Her name was Suzie. Jean wasn't happy when he graciously accepted the new student, but she wasn't surprised, either. She thought for a moment, though, and realized that her situation was really not all that bad. Sure, she wouldn't have the one-on-one instruction she had been hoping for but she still got a day scuba diving with Kurt. Who cared if there was another student? What harm could it do?
Everything seemed to go fine until it was time to dive. Jean stepped out of her jacket and began suiting up. As she stripped down to her bikini, she thought for a moment that Suzie was checking her out - although the expression on her face almost made it seem like she was actually sizing her up. But it was hard to tell where Suzie was looking with the sunglasses and anyway after a moment she stood up and began to get ready as well.
When Suzie removed her windbreaker, Jean almost gasped. Her body was simply amazing! The windbreaker hadn't covered her legs, but it had disguised the long, taut body they carried. In her neoprene wetsuit, her thighs and buttocks were hard and tight. Her arms were lean and muscular. And her breasts! High, firm and - there was no other word for it - huge! The gasp that Jean had managed to suppress found its way out of Kurts mouth before he turned away in embarassment and began rummaging through some equipment. Suzie smiled slightly at this, and began donning her tank and other gear. With her sunglasses off, her beautiful face was revealed and Jean suddenly felt completely outclassed.
Things improved somewhat during the dive. They were going down to look at a ship wrecked in shallow water years before. Suzie had supposedly dived before but she seemed a little unfamiliar with some of the equipment. It wasn't a good sign, since this was supposed to be an intermediate class. But Kurt seemed more than willing to help. In fact, he was so busy taking care of Suzie that he almost completely ignored Jean.
"Here, let me tighten this strap for you," he was saying, "and I think you need to crack this valve here or you won't get enough oxygen."
For her part, Suzie seemed to love the attention. When Kurt handed her a knife, she refused it: "Oh, what would I do with that thing? I'm not a trained martial artist like you, Kurt."
"You need to take the knife, Suzie," Kurt replied patiently. A little too patiently for Jean. "It's not for killing sharks. If you get tangled up in some rope or somthing, you'll need it to get yourself free."
"Suzie smiled and began strapping the knife to one shapely thigh. "Fine, then, I'll wear it - but only if you promise you'll protect me from any sharks down there."
Kurt smiled and looked into her eyes. "Of course I'll protect you, Suzie."
Ignored in the back of the boat, Jean was ready to throw up. "Hey are we ready to get going here, guys?" she asked, crabbily. "You know, Suzie, if you're not familiar with all the equipment, it may not be a good idea for you to do this dive. I mean, we'll be doing some fairly advanced stuff."
At this, Suzie shot Jean a withering look. "I'll do just fine, thank you very much! Let's get going!" And they went.
The dive would have been fairly uneventful, if it wasn't for Suzie's incompetence. She seemed to have trouble rigging the scuba tank around her enormous chest, but eventually she got everything fastned. Next there were some problems with her weights. Kurt, whose experienced eye was usually extremely good with such measurements, had, it turned out, underestimated her bouyancy by a significant amount and she floated like a cork until he weighed her down more heavily. Then her goggles were fogged, and her regulator hose was tangled and on and on and on. Underwater, Kurt spent the entire time making hand gestures to Suzie who seemed confused about where they were going. By the end of the day, Jean felt the lesson had been completely wasted. Kurt and Suzie, by contrast, seemed to have had a wonderful time. Kurt, in particular, didn't seem bothered at all by Suzie's demonstrated lack of skill.
Back on the boat, Jean felt she had to vent off some steam. She decided to be constructive about it, and give Suzie a pointer.
"You know, Suzie, that gesture when someone points up toward the surface with their thumb means they're telling you to go up, not that everything's going well. That's why Kurt started pulling you up to the surface after he made that sign."
The remark wasn't intended to be any kind of harsh criticism, but Suzie went ballistic.
"All day you've been telling me what to do, like you're the instructor and not Kurt! Well, I've got some news for you, honey - I'm a better scuba diver than you'll ever be and just because we used different hand signals at my other club doesn't change that! Now why don't you take your skinny ass and your foam rubber tits and sit the hell down, before I slap you down!" She waved a fist menacingly at Jean who retreated a few steps toward the back of the boat and sat down, shocked. She looked at Kurt, hoping he would step in, but she only caught him looking at her chest, trying to see whether Suzie's accusation was correct. He turned away guiltily when he saw that she noticed, but he didn't say anything in her defense. It was a long trip back to shore.
Jean ate alone at the hotel again that night. Kurt and Suzie had gone out to dinner together and Kurt had apparently completely forgotten about his date with Jean.
The next morning Jean was in the restroom when she heard the distinctive click-clack of Suzie's heels walking in. Not wanting to have to interact with Suzie any more than necessary, Jean instinctively pulled up her feet so the stall would look empty. Sure enough, judging by the sounds of slow movement, Suzie was checking whether there was anyone in any of the stalls. Apparently satisfied that she was alone, Suzie entered the stall next to Jean. Jean heard her put a bag down on top of the toilet and unzip it. Then she heard something rather strange. It sounded like Suzie was working some kind of air pump. Why would she do that, Jean wondered.
After a fair amount of pumping, Suzie zipped up a zipper and opened the door to the stall. Jean peeked through the crack in the door, and could see Suzie in the mirror. Suzie was wearing her wetsuit and looking at herself, turning to one side and then the other. Apparently unsatisfied with something, she unzipped the suit down to the waist. When she did this, Jean could clearly see that Suzie had stuffed two balloons into her wetsuit! Her fabulous bustline was nothing more than some inflatable pieces of rubber! Suzie reached in and adjusted the ballons, then zipped up the suit. Looking at herself again, she seemed satsfied and returned to her stall, where she started packing her bag and zipping it up.
This opportunity was too good to pass up, but Jean wanted to play it cool. As Suzie was emerging from her stall once again, Jean flushed her toilet and walked out of her own stall, banging the door open loudly in the process. Suzie was clearly surprised, having thought herself alone. She was also clearly worried that Jean had learned her secret. Jean didn't leave her in the dark for long. She walked up to Suzie, allowed her gaze to move down her body and rest on her chest, and then covered up a giggle with her hand before walking out. Suzie turned beet red, knowing her secret was out.
The boat ride out to the wreck was tense. Suzie and Jean sat in the back of the boat in silence. Finally Suzie spoke.
"If you tell Kurt about this I will break your scrawny neck." she growled.
"I've got more class than that, Suzie," Jean responded, "and eventually, Kurt is going to realize that and you'll be out the door, fake tits and all."
Suzie just glared at Jean and they didn't speak another word.
The diving lesson went just like the previous one. Kurt, still clearly in awe of Suzie's physique, spent all his time with her and almost ignored Jean. Suzie, for her part, needed all the help she could get. She mistook hand signals more than once, lost one of her fins (Kurt valiantly retrieved it) and generally demonstrated total incompetence. All the while, Jean got more and more angry at being ignored by Kurt. But, like she had said, she had more class than Suzie and wouldn't tell Kurt about her breasts just to make him want her more. But then something happened that gave her the chance she needed.
Suzie, mistaking Kurt's hand signal yet again, had tried to squeeze herself through a hatch in the wreck. Swimming upward through the narrow passage, she got her head and arms through but then got stuck. She was pinned in at the chest, her tank pressed against one wall and her breasts squeezed in against the other. Terrified, she signalled for help and Kurt and Jean swam over at once. Kurt tried to pull her out but she was stuck fast. When he couldn't get her free, she really started to panic. That's when Jean realized she had the solution. She reached down to her ankle and pulled out her diver's knife. She nudged Kurt out of the way and approached Suzie. When Suzie saw the knife, her eyes opened wide. She tried to push Jean back but she could hardly move her arms. While Kurt looked over her shoulder in puzzlement, Jean acted decisively. With one stroke, she sliced Suzie's wetsuit open across the front. An explosion of bubbles surged out of the suit and Suzie slid right out. As she did so, the torn suit gaped open to reveal her tiny breasts. Kurt simply stared.
They returned to the boat and sailed for the dock. Nobody said much. Suzie huddled underneath her windbreaker. She seemed to be crying a little. When they returned to the dock she took her stuff and walked off without even saying goodbye. Kurt turned to Jean and said:
"Hey, didn't we have dinner plans last night? How about we reschedule for tonight?"
