Dolphin Diver
by Hentai Jones
BookRix Edition 2015
Copyright by Amé
Hentai Jones:
DOLPHIN DIVER
An erotic Journey
back into the Sea
Friday, the 13th
The phone was ringing constantly, the typewriter under my busy fingers was getting in heat and hot coffee was throwing steaming clouds from my cup. The clock over the door was ticking in slow motion as if having to push its hands through thick royal jelly - but it was just a couple of hours to my holidays anyway! My job in this publishing house was everything else than boring. Not only because we were specialised in erotic fiction, more because the whole house seemed to radiate an arousing atmosphere that couldn't be ignored that simply. All the people working here: the authors and the agents, the lectors and the typesetters carried an aura of immense knowledge about sex and eroticism as well as an endless eagerness to profit from any further experience. And I admired the writers who wrote so lively about sexuality that it just had to touch you! I tried and tried by myself, but my stories definitely lacked experience! But I promised myself that I would try harder this holiday - to gather experience and to put it on paper . . .
My sixteenth birthday had been in March, but my sexual awakening bloomed already a few years earlier, and my virginity is definitely lost. I can hardly recall the pain or the face of the pissed bloke I allowed to do that naughty necessity. All I remember is the rough bark of the tree against my back and the bloody mess in my panties. There was absolutely no romance to the deed and it was happening so fast that there is no memory of any feeling left in me. But I have pretty clear pictures of my earlier curious explorations of the other gender: the doctor games with the neighbour's son on Sunday afternoons in the potting shed, whilst my parents made siesta or love. I remember the arousal of sneaking into the dark and humid cabin where I had my appointment, the heat in my blushing face when the doctor asked me about the location of the pain. I pointed always to my belly, was ordered to lay back onto the icy cold stainless steel potting table.
There was never any kissing going on and my young and aching titties never got any attention as well. But the sensation, when my best Sunday dress got pushed up over my hips and belly to expose my already lust-stained little knickers, that was just so delicious! The dear doctor never found the reason for my malaise around the belly button and he always suggested that it must be further down. And whenever he slowly pulled the panties down over my first sprouting hair - I closed my eyes in anticipation to this thrilling mix of sin and sex! I knew it was forbidden, but didn't exactly that made it ever so sweet? What I definitely knew was, that it was for sure one of the most important factors of growing up! But I didn't find satisfaction in those times: His fingers were cold when he spread my legs and fondled my pubis, and all his instruments were cold as well! That was why I was looking for other excitements to grow up further. It was a complete new experience for me to be taken out to the drive-in movies by an older guy in his father’s car. Not because of the movies, it was more because of the secludedness and closeness on the front bench, the smells of fake leather, real bad breath and a salty transpiration that made me feel like a grown-up. The endless and wet kissing and his roaming hand under my shirt, the strangle of the pushed-up bra, my nipples hard and swollen. The freeing feeling when my jeans button came undone and the zipper went down, the searching fingers in my panties and the first petting exploring rather clumsily my tight inside.
But I was sure that there must be more to it than that to be an adult! But in those times I wasn't masturbating, to touch myself didn't excite me at all - I was completely convinced that I was in desperate need for that thing that was commonly called dick, and what the boys were hiding away from me so extreme successfully in their pants up to now! And that was exactly the moment to come back to the neighbour's son - I had a cunning plan! I told him, that if he wants to play the game again, he would be the patient! He wasn't all too happy to lose the leading role, but he made an appointment in the end. And even as he declared some pain in his chest, I didn't care. I had a quick look, but then I freed my patient straight away from his pants and undies and directed my undivided attention the the object of my solemn desire. And there it was: nestled in the rusty-red curls like a huge maggot, flinching to my touch. The two hairy balls underneath were rolling restlessly from side to side - it was a most peculiar sight! Was that it? I pulled and rubbed, it grew longer and bigger, and the boy started to moan. A shiny pink bulb rose out of the wrinkled skin, and a tiny drop of dew emanated from the little opening on the tip - like a feed of clear honey for a busy bee like me. I was excited, and the patient seemed to enjoy the caress, because his dick got all hard and the glans on top got glossy and darker, like a ripe plum. I didn't know how that would end, but so suddenly the boy jerked and spurted his glue right into my face. I was on the brink to give up sex forever - this stuff was shockingly embarrassing! I run out the door, sperm dribbling down my chin. But on the other hand I was pretty sure that I had made a very important discovery that day!
And when I hung around the disco next night with the drunken bikers, I was ready for the worst. When one of the biggest guys went around the side into the backyard for a piss I was following him instinctively. I watched him urinating in a big bow, frozen with fear and desire. Leaning against a tree in the shadow I was shaking between the cold of the night and the heat in my body. He saw me, came closer, and without any word he pressed me with the weight of his heavy body against the stem. Without a kiss and without a foreplay he ripped my jeans open and my panties down to my knees - and after not much more than thirty seconds he left me there, bleeding and crying, and completely without the satisfaction I was actually longing for . . .
The door of my office swung open and our new sales manager swept in to take a seat right in front of me on one of the rare free spaces of my overloaded desk. First he looked with unhidden interest down at my thighs where my tight red dress ended just a few inches higher than it really should! I ignored his gaze and answered the phone. After I wrote the incoming order down and said politely: Goodbye and thank you very much!, he asked me for a copy of an order from more than seven years ago. I told him that we stored these relics in the attic room and that I could give him a hand with finding it. But with his eyes nearly falling into the low neck of my dress I regretted that instantly. What ever he was thinking was not what I did! But then with a deep sigh I switched the phone onto the common line and showed him the way up the stairs. And there was that small door with that set of steep steps behind it, going up into the attic. I led the way and was very aware of how much he was going to see of my long legs, maybe even an eye full of my little hairy mouse, then since a while I didn't bother about underwear anymore! First it was uncomfortable, and second I felt so much freer and sexier without it! Just to touch a seat with your bare bottom was an unbelievable arousing feeling!
But, yes, a couple of his fingers were already climbing high up my left inner thigh for a short but bold inspecting routine! I took two hasty steps at once to get rid of him and when we both were standing in the barely lit little room full of filing cabinets and dusty cardboard boxes he just innocently smiled at me. I pointed to the side where his old order was most likely to be found and we started to rummage through drawers and cupboards, chasing some lazy spiders away. It was extremely hot and dusty up there and I sighed with relief when our new manager found a small red button to start a fan in the roof. He murmured that I was wearing too much anyway and that he could help me to take something off. Then he was already behind me, grabbing me by my hips and pulling me back to lean onto something that I recognised instantly as a very hard dick! He then turned me around and kissed me straight on my mouth. It took me a little while to get accustomed to the fact but then I opened my lips to let his hungry tongue in. He was kissing me in ongoing fury and his hands were already on their way over my bulging buttocks. They slipped under the hem of my tiny dress, exploring my bare flesh, sliding over my soft belly downwards to the little patch of moist curly hair, and even further! Our manager was kissing me constantly as if to take my awareness off his roaming hands. But when one of his fingers suddenly and a bit too eagerly tried to penetrate me, I clenched my thighs together and pulled back. His passionate kissing though was still going on - and with sunshine, sand and sea in my mind I relaxed again! My passionate lover turned me around again, rolled my flaming red dress up to my waist and bent me over the small table in the middle of the little room.
First he caressed my fully exposed buttocks with appreciation, then he pushed eagerly into me and my upper body was grinding to his rhythm backwards and forwards over the rough surface of the old wooden desk. My breasts were tickling with excitement and I hid my face in my hands, focussing entirely on my personal inner feelings. And when he nearly reached the point of no return he slowed down, wanting us to come together. A bell was ringing in my ears - and the phone was ringing downstairs - when he sud-denly exploded deep inside me and instantly triggered by that a small orgasm in me as well, small but unforgettable! I smoothed down my dress and I tried to look nice. We had forgotten about the silly old order in one of the dusty drawers. He grinned at me so innocently again and wished me all the best for my vacation. We went down the stairs, still weak at the knees and with an innocent expression on our faces as if nothing had happened at all. Although a treacly remnant of our spontaneous intimate session made its way slowly down my inner thigh . . .