Diving: The Deepest Orgasm (Part One)

"Long Term Romance Desired"

"Beautiful day on the Oregon coast today. The only thing more beautiful would have been to have met you in the morning, made passionate love to you, brought you coffee and breakfast in bed and slipped away to face the battles of life. Sometimes, two souls need a pick me up, to help them shine in a relatively dark world."

Sherry read the ad, and then re-read it twice more. There was something awakening deep in her pelvic area, and it was telling her, 'Yes, please, reply to that ad.'

The ad stated that he lived in Oceanside, 65 years old, hobbies include meditation and diving...

Relationship status not indicated...

Hmmm, diving...

Well, six feet tall and "fit."

The growing heat between her legs as she read the paragraph once more made the decision for her. She typed a reply before she lost her nerve.

"So, Oceanside Lover, what exactly do you want in a woman? Appearance, attitude, etc?"

The remainder of the day was a blur, and when Sherry checked her email before bed, she held her breath, closing one eye as the screen opened up to show new incoming messages. When she saw that the reply that was there, a small sound escaped after the breath was let out.

"Open minded, passionate, healthy, clean, and with the ability to go slow. Age 25-75. The most important is outlook on life and intellect. A smile always helps. What about you? What are you looking for in your future lover?"

Before she could stop herself, Sherry poured out her heart in an email, telling the still nameless romantic diver about the death of her husband the previous year, the loss of physical intimacy due to his illness, the isolation before and after he was gone, that he had been the only one she had known sexually, and even the fact that masturbating left her in tears and more lonely than ever. She shared how she felt the rawness of her emptiness had cost her the few friendships she had, as people stepped back from the hunger within her to be touched again, and feel like a whole woman.

As soon as she had sent the message, Sherry shook her head, angry at herself.

"Now you'll NEVER hear from him," she muttered to herself, heading to her bedroom.

She began to touch her body once in bed, falling asleep in tears without doing anything.

The following morning after some hot tea, Sherry logged on to do the work she could from home. Her mind strayed to the diver, and the open letter she had sent. She was afraid he wouldn't answer her letter, yet equally afraid he would. She checked, feeling her pulse quicken, and saw a reply.

"Let me make love to you. I am taller and younger than I shared in the ad. I have studied carefully about female orgasm, and I have experience in other ways that enable me to promise you pleasure as you've never known. I am very open about sex, and passionate about giving you the attention you need. Let's agree to be friends and lovers and see where it goes.

I own my company, and I am taking today off to be with you. I am here for you."

Sherry was reading the message for the fourth time, and a new email came in.

It was a picture of two men loading equipment into a boat. They were wearing wet suits, and one of them had turned towards the camera. He had a gentle, yet serious face, and attractive. A small smile had begun at one corner of his mouth. The message read, "I am the one looking at the camera. Whenever I am not with you, the ocean will be the one keeping me active. I see you live in Tillamook. I can be with you. Please say 'yes'."

Suddenly, nothing mattered more in the world to Sherry than feeling something in the arms of the diver. She didn't care about rules, or risks, or what people thought. She was drowning, and she wanted the diver to rescue her.

She typed "Yes," and her address, and went to put on a soft cotton dress instead of the t-shirt and jeans she had on. She was still deliberating a few minutes later when she heard a knock at her door. Surprised, she went in to the living area, seeing a tall man through the frosted glass panel next to the entrance. In disbelief, she opened the door. It was him.

"How did you get here from Oceanside so quickly?"

"I came to town earlier, knowing you needed me. I was only a few blocks away at the park."Sherry swallowed. She felt hungry for his touch, and also shy. She said, "I don't know what to call you... I'm Sherry."

He stepped inside, gently shutting the door, and turned around, smiling. "Charles."

He wrapped her in his arms, and her face was against his chest because of his height. His heart was beating rapidly. She could hear it, and feel it, and she told him. He kissed her, slowly, tenderly, drawing her lips and tongue into the perfect pressure of his own. He brought his head back, and placed his palm over her breast, where her heart was beating. Her heart seemed to beat into his hand, which was large, and when she looked down, it covered the breast completely. Charles kissed her again, this time lightly stroking her nipple through the cotton.

As heat flushed through her body, and wetness drenched her sex, she heard herself say, "Help me, Charles..."