Chapter 7 – Mischief-makers
WHERE IS IT?? OHMYGAWD – WHERE DID IT GO???
The two of us anxiously look all around. Where the hell did our scuba tank go?? At the same time I feel my lungs heave as the urge to panic starts to swell within me…
SHIT! WHERE THE HELL IS IT??
Oddly enough, it doesn’t occur to me to make a mad dash for the surface. Apparently the thought never strikes my companion either. She just looks all around like I do.
We even go so far as to look back over the stern of the wreck. Is it possible our gear somehow fell and landed on the seabed below and that we missed it somehow? But it’s not down there either.
She grabs my arm and frantically motions, “You go THAT way and I’ll go THIS way!”
With an anxious nod, we separate. I fin anxiously as we each follow the rail of the ship around the shack that sits on the stern. She follows along the starboard side while I move along the port railing.
Air slips out of my lips as my lungs begin to burn. I glance inside the shack through a missing window. Is it possible the tank found its way inside?
I can’t possibly imagine how it could get in there all by itself. At any rate, I don’t see the familiar shape of the scuba gear from my vantage point. So I anxiously fin myself along the railing.
It suddenly occurs to me there might be someone else down here with us. What if it’s someone who wants to harm the two of us? What if they want to harm Andria and her companion?
A quick glance up at the surface shows nothing but our two boats. Theirs seems to be moving closer to the sailboat we came out on. But I’m still nervous, and I suddenly find myself wishing the two of us would have just stayed together.
My lungs start to heave more insistently. It dawns on me I might very well find myself caught up in the throes of drowning in the next few seconds. It scares the crap out of me while at the same time giving me an erotic thrill.
I’m worried mostly because I’m afraid for Andria and our two newfound friends. My stupid pussy throbs at the possibilities. I have to force myself to go on as I hold onto the air I have left, the spasms in my chest becoming more painful.
When I clear the front of the shack, I instinctively turn toward the starboard side of the boat. I’m anxious over the well-being of my friend. That’s when I see it, standing quietly in front of the open doorway to the interior of the shack.
There it is! What the hell? How did it get there??
I realize it doesn’t really matter how it got there, only that I found it. I anxiously fin myself toward it, my arm desperately outstretched. My lungs heave as air spews out of my mouth.
For a moment I feel dangerously close to an orgasm. Then I see my companion emerge from her side of the shack. Turning her head, she spots both me and the tank.
She makes a beeline toward our air supply. I barely beat her to it. Then I snatch up the octopus and cram the reg between my lips.
She grabs her regulator and jams it home. For a moment I feel faint and dizzy. Compressed air soon clears my head as the two of us suck hard on our regulators.
Damn; that was close! Who the hell moved our scuba tank?? Then it suddenly occurs to me.
I turn suspiciously toward the bow. I’m certain I see movement near the corner of the pilothouse. A couple of seconds later I see two small strands of exhalation bubbles, giving them away.
I tug on the arm of my companion. Then I point toward the bow. I try to gesture to her in an attempt to communicate who I think is responsible for the dirty deed.
She looks at me for a long moment. Then she turns in the direction of the pilothouse. She turns back to face me, her eyes narrowing as she waves a finger toward the bow… “Those NAUGHTY vixens!”
I can see in her eyes that she’d love to do something about them. But before we can even consider some form of revenge, we see two short bursts of air bubbling side by side toward the surface. They’re similar to the bursts my companion sent up the last time.
If I’m not mistaken I know what the signal means. They want to go again. Is that so?
My partner looks at me curiously. Maybe she wonders if the experience has shaken me. But I feel better now.
We seem to be all alone down here. Now we know who the guilty culprits are. I smile as I gestures, “Sure I’ll go again with you.”
My lungs have settled down. Our time off the reg will give me the opportunity to start chewing on something particularly devious. I’d like to repay Andria and her friend for their mischief-making.
I pause to think about our gear. Will they be tempted to pull the same stunt again? I motion toward it… “What do we do about the tank?”
She looks at me and the gear. Then she nods with understanding. She knows what I’m getting at.
Together we fill our lungs before removing our regulators. I watch her as she sends up a single burst of air in response. It’s to let them know we’re ready.
Taking the gear, she carefully slips it just inside the doorway. She stands it upright behind the wall and out of sight. Grinning at me she gives me a thumbs up as if to say, “Let’s see them try to find it now.”
She takes my hand with a warm smile. I guess it’s her turn to lead. I nod, smiling warmly at her.
To my surprise she takes us over to the stairwell. I balk for a second. After all, we’re not on any air supply this time around.
She tugs confidently on my arm. Then she motions with her head… “Let’s go; it’ll be fine!”
Do I trust her? Inwardly I tell myself yet. So I nod in response, allowing her to lead us down into the darkness.
I remind myself it’ll be ok. The corridor isn’t really all that long. Besides, there’s enough light down below to see where we’re going.
We won’t be slowed by bulky scuba gear. And we won’t have to be careful about banging the tank into something while making twists and turns through any corridors. We can hold our breath long enough that it should be all right.
We reach the bottom of the stairwell and pause briefly. We allow our eyes to adjust. It’s enough to see the illumination that reveals the corner to the corridor.
For a brief moment I feel a pang of anxiety. I’m reminded of the agony a few moments ago of being out of breath while searching for the tank. Then she gently pulls me over toward the corridor.
We fin forward together hand in hand. Then we enter the passageway and start down the length of the ship. That anxious moment passes almost as quickly as it came.
I’m struck by the thrill of free-diving through the wreck. Shafts of light from the surface stream through the portholes, revealing the way. I almost gasp with excitement.
We take our time, finning ourselves along at a leisurely pace. My concerns further ebb away as peace fills my soul. It’s a peace that comes with the inevitable tingle that occurs whenever I’m underwater, especially now that I’m with such a sexy companion at my side.
Instead of contemplating revenge against Andria, I find myself thinking about my sexy Japanese companion. We slowly fin ourselves through the vessel, acting as though we’re in no hurry. I try to capture a snapshot of this moment in my mind.
I remember our previous breath-holds. I’m reminded of the way we fondled and played with each other right in front of Andria and her new friend. It makes me smile as more tingles quiver through me.
My pussy throbs the moment I find myself developing a hunger for my new companion. The way she fondled me during our breath-hold games makes me think she might feel the same way. I find myself hoping to spend some quality alone-time with her.
As we near the end of the corridor, I give her hand a little squeeze. It is warmly returned. We enter the shadows at the end of the passageway, the connecting hall illuminated by the light that streams down through the stairwell.
She suddenly pulls me to her, jamming us into the corner and hugging me fiercely. The next thing I know we’re locked in a tight embrace. Our bodies press together, our tongues hungrily exploring each other’s mouths. I’d say that confirms we both were thinking the same thing.
She grinds her thigh into my crotch. I grind mine against hers. Together we start humping against each other as little bubbles dribble out of our noses.
We end up “sucking face” like crazy. It’s as though we’re hiding in the shadows like a couple of horny teenagers. Only in our case we’re making out inside the wreck of a sunken vessel.
We moan and groan, holding each other tight. It’s as though we’re trying to outdo who can press into the other’s body the hardest. Our arms hungrily go up and down each other’s backside.
I cum first, shuddering and groaning as a warm flush washes through my body. A burst of air escapes out of my mouth. A moment later I feel her stiffen with a sharp cry.
She humps against my thigh with her crotch. There’s a burst of bubbles that billow out of her mouth, even as we keep kissing. It isn’t long until her body relaxes.
Gawd – that was good! But I’d like even more. Then I feel it in my chest: that small burn, that growing need.
She motions toward the light coming down the stairwell. Then she touches her chest, indicating her need for air as well. I nod in agreement… “Me too; I could use a good mouthful of compressed air.”
Together we fin ourselves over to the stairwell hand in hand. We fin our way up quickly, emerging up on deck into open ocean. Then we turn abruptly, making a straight shot back down the length of the wreck.
We’re heading back toward the shack and our waiting scuba tank. We cross over the hatches to the two holds below us. Soon we’re not holding hands anymore, the two of us instinctively finning harder as we both think more about refilling our aching lungs.
The spasms have started again. They’re unnerving, yet terribly arousing. Maybe that’s why I like them so much.
My companion slows, allowing me to catch up. The two of us come to a halt as we poke our heads in the open doorway. Instinctively we reach our hands toward…
Oh shit! It’s gone again! How the hell did they find it??
We look at each other anxiously. I can see her chest starting to spasm. But mine feels worse!
Damn them; I NEED that tank! Instantly I begin to have vengeful thoughts. Damn you, Andria! You’d better not let me catch you or I’m gonna drown your fuckin’ ass!
We both poke our heads further into the interior. We anxiously look all around. The tank’s nowhere in sight.
Shit! Where is it?? Where the hell did they hide it this time??
My companion motions to me. I nod with understanding. Once more we separate as we exit the shack.
She takes the starboard railing; I take the port. But I look over the edge to the sea floor below. Sadly, I find nothing.
My lungs spasm painfully. With an anxious burst of adrenaline, I come to the stern. I find myself hoping like hell the tank’s sitting at the railing where we left it the first time we started free diving the length of the ship.
This time I’m not that lucky. It’s not there either. My dive buddy emerges around the edge of the shack a second later.
She sees both me and the empty deck. It tells her the exact same thing. No scuba tank!
Shit; where the hell IS it? Then I feel an erotic jolt hit me hard. I’m dangerously close to cumming.
I fight like hell to hold it back. Instinctively we both look over the railing down toward the soil below. Fuck; there it is!!
I see it right there on the ocean floor. It sits there peacefully, leaning against the hull. The damned thing is totally oblivious to the fact the two of us up here desperately need its contents.
With a couple of bubbly cries, we both point down at it. It’s as though we’re making sure the other one sees it. Then I virtually vault myself over the railing.
I fin hard toward the damned thing. It’s as though the two of us are in some sort of do-or-die contest. Who’s going to get there first?
My eyes lock onto the reg at the end of the octopus. I strain toward it, reaching out for it as air spews out of my mouth. Then I’ve got it in my hand.
I cram it hard between my lips. My free-dive companion is at my side about a second or two later. She quickly snatches up her reg and stuffs it into her mouth.
For the next several moments, all that can be heard is the sound of two young women fighting like hell to replenish their starving lungs. Huge bursts of exhalation bubbles flow toward the surface. My damned pussy screams at me.
For a moment I stiffen, fighting like crazy to hold it off. Then it passes. Gawd; that was close!
I find myself trembling like crazy. It’s a wonder I didn’t cum. I probably would have lost the rest of my breath before we found the damned thing.
DAMN YOU, ANDRIA! WHEN I CATCH UP TO YOU…
We stare at each other, gasping and exhaling like crazy. We shake our heads as we point back in the general direction of where they’re probably whooping it up right now. “Those two bitches!” she gestures, her eyes flashing as she shakes her head in disgust.
She motions me closer as though she’s just thought of something. I watch with interest as she lies on her back. She stretches her arms out with the reg dangling uselessly in her hand, her mouth open and her eyes wide.
‘Damn – that’s good! I like it!’ My eyes widen with understanding as I nod excitedly. Then I motion… ‘Yeah; let’s do it! Let’s scare the crap out of them!’
As she puts the reg back into her mouth I sprawl out onto my back as well, the scuba tank between the two of us. I keep her within reach so I can grab her hand if I need to. We grin at each other as we suck on our regs.
We both take a deep breath. Then we pull them out of our mouths so we can “assume the position”. It’s hard, but I manage to calm the wild beating of my heart.
I’m eager to see if we can pull this off. Essentially, this is nothing more than another glorified breath-hold contest. The idea is to lie perfectly still and hold our breath until our friends find us and freak out at the horrifying spectacle.
The timing will have to be just right though. We don’t want them seeing us at the precise moment we choose to refill our lungs. I’m hoping they haven’t paid close enough attention to notice the massive eruption of exhalation bubbles we already sent up while we were refilling our lungs.
It occurs to me this might not even work at all. They might just look down at us from the railing above, grinning and waving at us. What if they suspect we’re trying to fool them? It makes me try to exhale a little more slowly in an attempt not to give ourselves away with noticeable streams of bubbles.
2007; 2020 (written Aug 28 ’07; ed. Oct 28 ‘20 by riwa)