Carl the scuba diver 2

In the end Carl wasn’t sure why the hell he had drowned that stupid realtor. He wanted to blame it on her snotty attitude. But no one deserved to be drowned like that. What’s more, he’d enjoyed it so much that it had sexually turned him on.

How was that possible? How could he be so cruel enjoying drowning a woman like that? And what was it that had made him hump her after drowning her?

He suspected a part of the answer was obvious. His wife had run off with some rich executive, even though he’d been busting his ass to provide a good living. Hell, they had a nice house with a pool out back. But it hadn’t been enough to satisfy her.

Had she really loved him? At one point he’d thought so. But who knew what lurked in the heart of the average woman. Maybe the executive had offered her something he couldn’t, starting with a lifestyle she wanted that he couldn’t afford.

Carl tried not to think about that realtor he’d drowned. The news reports suggested she had taken her clothes off for a swim and had accidentally drowned herself. He hadn’t even been contacted by the authorities. And that was odd.

Had she not kept his name written down anywhere? Had she obliterated all evidence of her communication with him in the hopes of not having a record of their contact? Was she that desperate to wipe him off her books to avoid paying him? So many questions with so few answers.

Carl focused on getting more jobs, trying to keep up the payments on the house. But his scuba gear was starting to show its age. It was in desperate need of an upgrade, but he kept pushing it back due to the costs involved. Maybe it was time to bite the bullet and make the necessary changes before his tank and reg gave out in the middle of a job.

He placed calls to a couple of well publicized dive shops, but those didn’t pan out. Their equipment was expensive, and they wanted their money up front. He was low on funds and needed another job just to pay for the equipment he wanted to upgrade.

He finally placed a call to a lower-end business he knew about. He hadn’t heard great things about them. But he really did need the upgrade. So he decided it wouldn’t hurt to check them out.

He got some woman on the phone who seemed eager for his business. He told her what he was looking for, but that he couldn’t pay her right away. She told him they could work something out and that she would be more than happy to bring the gear out to him.

There was something about her that sounded off to Carl. She really seemed anxious to make a sale. Were they that desperate to push something off on him? It made him leery.

“You don’t have to come out here,” he said warily. “Why don’t I come in and see what you’ve got?”

“No need” was the reply. “I’ll be happy to bring it out. Where do you live?”

He gave her the address, unsure where this was going to lead. “I’ll bring it out tomorrow afternoon,” she replied eagerly. “I’m sure you’ll find it to your liking.” And with that she promptly hung up before he could change his mind.

Carl shook his head; the whole thing felt suspicious. The woman sounded a little too eager for his peace of mind. He just hoped she wouldn’t give him a hard-sell when she arrived.

The next day was spent trying to pick up a couple of pool repairs without success. After lunch Carl confined himself to the house until she arrived. He had no idea when she was going to get there. But he wanted to be present when she showed up since she was willing to come out with the equipment.

The afternoon dragged on, and still no representative. He was beginning to get concerned. Maybe he should have insisted on going to the dive shop himself. It was aggravating being forced to spend the entire afternoon waiting for her.

Evening came and she still hadn’t showed. Carl was becoming more frustrated at the loss of an entire afternoon that could have been better spent trying to pick up a pool repair for some extra income. He hoped this woman had something decent to show him to offset the wasted day.

At 7pm he finally heard a knock at the door. He opened it up to see a woman in a black skirt and white blouse. She had a scuba taken in one hand and the hoses draped over her shoulder. She looked like she’d had a long, trying day.

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” she said in a rush as she brushed past him into the house. “I brought a tank and hose out with me. I hope you’re still interested. Would you like to try it out?”

“Uh, yeah,” he replied hesitantly, unsure he was comfortable with her coming in so aggressively like that. “I have a pool out back. Let’s see how it works.”

“Great!” she blurted out as she headed off toward the back of the house to find the door to the backyard. She even shrugged off his efforts to assist her.

“Don’t worry; I’ve got it, sir.” Then she muttered “You have no idea what kind of a day I’ve had” as though she was making an observation without really speaking to him.

She took it out back and set it down by the pool as he stayed inside to change into his trunks. She looked around but did not see his equipment lying around. She loudly called out, “Sir… where’s your scuba gear?”

“It’s out in my truck! I was hoping to pick up a job today! You realize I can’t afford to pay you tonight, right?”

“That’s ok! I think we can work something out!”

He came out in his trunks to see her standing there by the side of the pool. She certainly seemed attractive enough. A quick glance at the gear showed promise.

“Well, let’s see what you’ve got,” he said as he started hooking up the hoses.

“I promise you’re going to like it.”

“I’ll be the judge of that. Anyway it seems to be all right so far.”

“Sir, we can make you a really good deal on it if you’re interested. I think you’re going to be happy you called us.”

“Don’t you have to talk to your manager first about making a deal?”

“No, sir,” she replied eagerly. “I’m authorized to give you a good price.”

He eyed her carefully before muttering, “You sure seem eager to make a sale, ma’am.”

“It’s a mixture of the competition and the economy, sir. We’re certainly glad you called us. We’d really like to accommodate your needs if we can.” Then she sighed as she shook her head.

“Something wrong, ma’am?”

“It’s just that I’ve had a long day and I’ve been running myself ragged. I got two cancelations, three pools I had to go check, a drive clear across town that didn’t pan out, and then back over here to see you. I wasn’t even sure I was going to make it. You were a last minute addition to my schedule so I barely remembered your address.”

“Taking the initiative to make a sale, eh?”

“I was running late; I didn’t even put you down on my route. Hell, I don’t think anyone knows I’m out here. I guess I just really wanted to make this sale.”

“Well, I’ll try not to keep you too long.” Then he went and picked up an extra dive mask from a nearby shelf.

He was irritated she’d arrived so late. But she seemed eager to sell him the gear. If it worked ok, he supposed he might be agreeable so long as he could pay her in a couple of days.

“So what do you think? It’s good, right?”

“Seems to be ok so far,” he observed as he finished attaching the hose. Then he hefted it up onto his back and strapped it on.

He tried a few experimental breaths, confirming the regulator was working. It was definitely an upgrade over what was out in his truck. But the biggest test would be getting it into the water. That’s where he would know for sure whether or not it would serve his needs.

“It’s good, isn’t it? You like it, right?” Her hands were on her hips as though she fully expected to convince him to buy the gear.

Carl looked at her for a long moment. That’s when he found himself thinking of that realtor he’d drowned. Amazingly his cock began to stiffen.

He shook the thought out of his head as he got into the water. He swam around, breathing easily from the regulator. She came right up to the edge of the pool, watching excitedly.

He saw her right there, and his cock got even harder as an unbelievable thought struck him. He surfaced, grabbed an arm without thinking, and then jerked her into the pool. She hit the water with a splash. Carl got a good look at her legs and thong underwear as her skirt rode up her body.

She let out a bubbly cry before shooting up to the surface. He didn’t dare let her cry out since he’d committed himself, even though he lived on the outskirts of the city. So Carl wrapped an arm around her and pulled her back under.

She bubbled as she struggled in his grasp. His cock got even harder as she let out a bubbly cry. It felt good pressing his dick up against her as she wriggled and squirmed.

She broke away and shot up to the surface. He cursed himself as he went up and grabbed an ankle. She didn’t get out much of a cry before he pulled her back down.

She bubbled as he held on tight. This time he was determined not to let her go. She kicked and flailed, struggling to break free.

There was a sudden surge of activity as she panicked, thrashing about in his grasp. He held on tight, making sure she couldn’t get free. That’s when her lungs gave out.

He heard the gulp of water. Then she went into spasms. He turned her around and saw the horror in her eyes as her body hitched and convulsed.

She spasmed as she coughed up bubbles. His cock was so hard; he was so turned on. Her convulsions lessened as she gulped one last time. Then she seemed to tire as she went limp in his grasp. That’s when his cock went off in his trunks.

He looked at her closely, examining the look of horror in her eyes. He saw the open mouth, the occasional bubble slipping away. Damn; it was more arousing than the last one he’d drowned!

He peeled the skirt down off her legs. Then he removed the blouse along with the black halter top underneath, revealing her tits. Her nipples were incredibly hard.

He thought about that realtor and the regrets he’d had about not doing more with her drowned body while he had the chance. Now he had another one right here in his grasp. He could do anything he wanted to her since no one even knew she was out here.

He removed the thong before feeling her up. He stuck a couple of fingers into her pussy and discovered she was wet and lubricated. Had her body become aroused in her final moments?

Her mouth was open in such an inviting manner that it gave him an idea. He pulled his trunks off and then pulled her face down to his dick. Then he thrust in and out of her lips as he exhaled heavily. It was an incredible sensation.

He looked at her pussy and considered the matter further. His friend had a boat down at the marina he was welcome to use any time he desired. He could always haul her out to sea and drop her into the depths when he was done with her. So why the hell not?

He pulled her down into his lap, impaling her on his erection. It felt absolutely incredible. She was nice and tight.

Carl bounced her up and down on his dick, enjoying how it felt. She just stared with unseeing eyes as he fucked a couple stray bubbles out of her. The fact he was fucking a drowned woman was even more of a turn-on.

He straightened up, turned her over, and then thrust into her from behind, pounding her while holding onto her hips. The occasional bubble was fucked out of her lungs. It was arousing as hell.

He fucked the yielding corpse in several different positions before ultimately lying her flat on her back at the bottom of the pool. Then he fucked her good and hard until he left a deposit deep inside her. She just stared with lifeless eyes, her hair billowing all around as her head jerked around from his thrusts.

He grasped her in his outstretched hands, admiring her naked body. He sucked on her erect nipples, feeling her up one last time. That’s when he decided it was probably time to dispose of her body, telling himself he’d get rid of her vehicle after he tossed her overboard.

He pulled her out of the water. Then he tossed her and her clothes into a trunk he had in a spare room. He hauled it out to his truck before driving down to the marina after dark.

He made sure no one saw him as he dragged the trunk to his buddy’s boat. Then he drove her out to sea. He weighed her down and then dumped her over the side, mentally thanking her for the fuck and the new gear. He was especially appreciative how much he’d saved by dealing with her personally…

2018 (Written Mar 4 ’18 by riwa)

(Inspired by the preview pictures from the H2Ogems.com clip “Scuba Rep”. Pictures used for illustration purposes only.)

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