furiousflee wrote:I'd rather hear from other people, some of their experiences.....
Well, since BPB started, ahem, once upon a time there was a very handsome lifeguard who, although I only see him a few times a year now, and only quite innocently these days was once a very very
good friend...
We met when I first moved to the islands as a teenager. He was a surfer who lived up the road. His roommate always had good buds, and I was a good time girl back then... This guy was a gorgeous piece of eye candy: perfect v back, 6 pack abs, hawaiian eyes (but blue in color) and wild blonde hair, thanks to a haole father... We'd flirt. It was all so innocent back then...
10 years later, I was living on a piece of property bordering the river, 2 lots below the forest reserve; I was studying massage. We had to do trades with our classmates, and he drove up with one of them: he was her bf. He offered to take my boys hiking up the river with him, exploring. They were 6 and 8. He was a lifeguard, and I thought it'd be fun for them. They all had a blast, came back mesmerized by Uncle M...mmhm. He came over a few times, began to teach them to surf. It was all so innocent, but I was mesmerized by M, too. His gf shared pics of him naked in their outdoor shower of the house he was building. She hated that house and had nothing nice to say about Mmhm except that he had a great body. Mmhm!
He broke up with my classmate, and we kept promising we'd get together, but one of his casual gf's got p/g and he tried to make it work. Besides, I was now w/xh#2, then p/g myself. We ran into each other again with our toddlers in tow at a park between his gf's restaurant and xh#2's office. I was p/g w/Angela, my dd who died later from cancer. Mmhm was unhappy w/his gf. She was developing a drug problem. We'd commisserate, as old friends do.
Then my daughter died. I lost touch with everything and everyone. About a year after her death, we moved into the country. Guess who was head lifeguard at the nearby beach? He'd broken up w/his boy's mom but was having fun leading the sporting life. He had a little harem in Puna. He'd play the uke while guarding or recite persian love poems or recap the latest Salmon Rushdie book he'd read, but he did that to everyone, not just to me. I wasn't even a harem contender. I was just a sad old friend.
A few more years went by. I was officially getting divorced. I was leaner and meaner than I'd been in more than a decade. He was one of the lifeguards at the local Jr. Lifeguard training program, and my oldest daughter was taking it. We all went camping together. Moonlight, endless sand and the sound of surf... I told him about my unfulfilled fantasy, that I wanted to have sex out in the ocean deep like a whale or a dolphin might. I asked if he'd ever done it that way. He said, yes, but you have to be in shape: you need excellent breath control because you sink. We began to practice. That was some of the best training I've ever done! Mmhm! After a summer and fall of tutelege, I was finally ready, according to M. We swam out off a surfing spot. It was awesome- but not quite how I imagined it.
Since then, I have thought about the mechanics of it, and not having a surface to push off against changed the angle: made him feel smaller than on land. However, in spite of that, it was unlike any other coupling I've ever experienced. I will always be grateful for him fulfilling my fantasy for me. I will always treasure his friendship and hope he is the lifeguard nearby if I am ever in any sort of distress. He is a hero to me. He rescued me, as far as I am concerned. I will always treasure his friendship and hope he is the lifeguard nearby if I am ever in any sort of distress. He is a hero to me. He rescued me, as far as I am concerned.
