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La Caravelle

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La Caravelle by jgriffin (Leftoversalmon@excite.com)Club Med. Island of Guadeloupe. La Caravelle (sp?) Resort. Any way, this stunning resort was my parent's family destination for Easter of 1984. I was a sophomore in high school. It was Mom, Dad, my Brother and I. I grew up lucky, adopted (Brother and I) into a family that was upper middle class in the San Francisco-Bay Area. I started swimming competitively when I was 8. I started playing football (American) at the same age; so I had quite the athletic upbringing. (And body) Now, 33, I am in High Tech in Silicon Valley and am still competitive in sports. FYI, in the high school days I was a one a day masturbator(that has increased over the years without a girlfriend and plateaued with a girlfriend, as you might imagine I am recently single.) We arrived on a Sunday, as all Club Med. trips are like a "summer camp" Sunday to Saturday. I had to share a room, the entire trip, with my older brother who was a senior in high school and our town's heartthrob. We had been on the road for over a week when we arrived at Club Med. We saw grandma in Floridaetc. before heading to the Caribbean. La Caravelle Resort was on a one-mile peninsula and a gated resort. Water skiing, volleyball, tennis, sailing; we participated in them all. On that peninsula, the south side was topless optional, the north was nude only since this was a French Province our counselors, in their French accents, pronounced it as the "Nuda-Bee-Cha." My brother and I shared a room (again) that over looked the "Nuda-Bee-Cha" but many palm trees ruined any direct sights. So that being said, my daily routine of masturbation was not only out, but also the potential view teased me, just asking for my stoking attention. It had been 8 days with family and I was at an adolescent boil nude beach view from the room + sixteen year old kid, you do the math. This resort had many counselors, from many different backgrounds. The ski instructor got us "High" he was from California as well. The New York gal taught us wind surfing (great looking gal). But the gal who took the cake was French Canadian (I just sported wood). I never got her name, but she was incredible looking. She had the Sofia Loren (sp?) look. I came to attention whenever she was around. Once when she was a lead on a beach volleyball activity. After the first game of watching her play, against me, I had to excuse myself because of my incredibly noticeable erection.(Hey I was 16) I went back to the room expecting to be able to relieve myself. Just as I was seated on the balcony looking at what I could on the "Nuda-Bee-Cha," my brother surprised me by coming into the room, I was cock in hand and quickly recoiled. Because he was so "High" after hanging with the ski instructor, I don't think that he noticed. He suggested that we head down to the beach to join the festivities. I declined because I didn't want to deal with the public and I had one girl's image on my mind. I departed with him though, and told him that I was going to go snorkel out on the reef. He followed me all of the way to the point where I picked up the equipment to snorkel. That killed my plans of going back to the room. Well since I had the equipment, I headed out to sea. My mind had left my French Canadian Sofia Loren as I was snorkeling. But my need to orgasm didn't. As I lifted my head out of the water, I noticed that I had drifted to the north side of the peninsula, the "Nuda Bee-Cha." I decided, "Who would object to a nude snorkler?" So I removed my shorts and was now in the buff. What a great feeling. I got hard instantly. I recommend snorkeling naked. I couldn't ignore my erection, so I started what I wanted to do for over a week now I started stroking my cock. A near miss with a wind surfer stopped me again but a regained composure. After about five minutes of looking at fish and working myself to near orgasm, I lifted my head (the big one) to see where I had drifted. That's when I noticed my favorite French Canadian, Sofia Loren look a like, walking down the beachstark naked. I started pumping hard under the water. When she joined her friends on the beach (one male, three females, all nude) I didn't notice anyone but her. She flopped down cross-legged. From about twenty meters away I could see her sweet nectar. Her pubics were dark red and her skin was well tanned, her labia was all I focused on. That sent me into snorkeling ecstasy. I went back to snorkeling but worked my way towards the shore for a better look. At the point of orgasm I flipped on my back, put my dick straight up in the air and shot my long awaited load. When I flipped over, after the fact, I noticed that I was in about three feet of water. (oops)Too close not to be noticed. But was I? I put my mask back on and flippered away. Later that night, my favorite French Canadian picked me as her partner in the belly-dancing contestvery sexy dance which sent me to bed with a kick stand. We won. If she knew that I shot a load in the water because of her, she never brought it up. She had many chances to ask, we teamed on many events for the rest of the week. I hope she did. BTW I had three other orgasms snorkeling that week. I would love to hear from any women who loved this. High School was great. Since then is better. I will share more stories in the future.