Countermeasures, Pt. 6 of 25.

          After swimming back to the other side of the reef, Cliff ascended and okayed the start of the project.  William and Dan helped Jocelyn into the glass trunk and locked the top of it, as Aimee donned the rest of her SCUBA gear and went under the water with Cliff.  However, what he faintly saw and filmed before gradually disturbed him and bothered his conscience.

          Like she had always done previously, Jocelyn did an excellent job of acting.  He began recording her in the trunk as it sunk to the bottom, and as she slowly expelled her breath of air, he also took close-up pictures -- bubbles emerging from her sensuous bright-red lips and rapidly rising past her pretty face to the top of her confinement.  Her appearance was captivating and her performance very professional accordingly.

          However, unlike Lisa minutes earlier, Jocelyn could get more air.  After being in the trunk for nearly two minutes, she expelled the remainder of her breath, uttering a loud grunt, and Aimee nearby quickly opened the trunk and shared air from the SCUBA tank with her, before helping her to the shimmering surface.  There, she offered Cliff a squinting smile before her and Aimee broke through it, after following their bubbles upward all the way.

          The entire team of people ate dinner aboard the boat and commended each other's work.  Aimee saw how Cliff and Jocelyn behaved earlier underwater and remained unusually silent.  She had wondered why they were gone from their rooms in that morning, for she had not been sleeping as they so confidently thought.  

          Cliff promised supper for his two "favorite co-workers" and gave all of them the rest of the day off upon retrieving the trunk and taking a few more still shots of them on deck.  After all, it was Friday, and they had other things and work to do.  So, after the sandwich and fruits dinner, he took the boat back toward the shore, blissfully thinking of his most favorite co-worker/model -- Jocelyn.  

          Later in the afternoon when it was very warm, Cliff and Jocelyn secretly met on a quiet small strip of beach outside the resort area devoid of other people.  He had told her earlier that he had another "job" for her, and she was very anxious to do it, until she saw and was told the details.

          "A plastic bag?" she voiced.  "You want me to finish your hard-drive space with pictures of me underwater in a plastic bag?  I brought the mask you gave me this morning, and I thought we were -- "

          "It won't take long.  Then, we will," he promised candidly.  "Believe me."

          She reluctantly gave in, being an exotic model anyway.  "Ohhh, alright, but shouldn't Aimee be here?"

          "She's not really needed.  I can easily get you in and out of it and get you air in time, with your help.  But if you don't trust me, IF you think I'll let you drown, IF you're too afraid, and IF you -- "

          "Alright already!" she said, smiling then.  "Let's get it over with now."  

          He put a thin strap on his camera and slung the expensive instrument over his left shoulder, while he enveloped her exquisite body in the bag as he tread water.  She was wearing a black, part-mesh, one-piece swimsuit that made her look very ravishing and alluring.  With the regulator mouthpiece between his lips and his mask on, he signaled her to submerge herself afterward, when he subsequently sealed the bag and willfully did the same.

          Jocelyn relaxed, held her breath, and remained still in the large bag, as he pulled her down nearly to the shallow bottom.  She knew from long-past experience that relaxation was a priority for underwater modelling and breath holding, to improve her performance. The bag was clear and two meters long; she moved about in it as if in slow motion, doing several poses and a short drowning act, before he stopped shooting.  He put the camera around his shoulder again but opened the bag only after delivering her a sensual hug as an initial reward.

          They surfaced together, and she was the first to speak.  "What was THAT for?"

          "For accepting this different task, and loving and accepting me these past many months.  It's often a difficult and lonely job to keep oneself clean while photographing very attractive models underwater for some kind of living," he explained.  "You haven't moved on like all the others after doing a job for me.  How come?"  

          "Maybe, it's because I like it here."  

          "Is that all?"  

          "No," she replied, smiling again radiantly.

          "What else then?"  

          "That's for me to know and for you to find out.  Isn't it?"  

          "Perhaps I have already found out, but if I haven't, I'll surely do my best to."    

          Jocelyn did not need to ask him what he meant.  He put the regulator to his mouth, and after quickly donning his mask, went under again and swam below her.  She moved herself around while looking down but could not see him.  She did however briefly enjoy the tickling feelings of his exhaled air bubbles, as they massaged the smooth skin of her sensitive gorgeous body, before being suddenly pulled down.

          He was gentle, allowing her to get a good breath of air, before taking her down, and she thus offered no resistance.  Familiarity with him kept her calm and feeling secure.  He tugged her buoyant form down over four meters with little difficulty, until they were just above the sandy bottom.  They hovered in the water in near-weightlessness together beaming at each other, his vision of her prefect and crystal clear and hers blurry without her mask on.  

          She puckered her lips and blew him a long bubbly kiss to reduce her buoyancy, while extending her arms outward; he effortlessly moved to her and delivered a warm passionate hug.  Having blurry vision and her body snug in his strong arms, she felt more helpless and safe than ever before.  She longed to put her lips tight against his, as he breathed faster -- aroused.    

          Cliff replenished her air and released her shortly, and she gracefully swam over the bottom and perched herself on a boulder a short distance away.  He followed her next, moving past the large plastic bag nearby, and came up to her again.  He found the voluptuous appearance of her bulging breasts, pretty face, long smooth legs, and her silky hair suspended in the water about her head extremely appealing.  No other woman had ever affected him so much previously.  He was exhilarated.  

          Jocelyn nuzzled against his outstretched hand, as he gently caressed her tender cheek, and expelled a few gleaming bubbles from her nostrils, while uttering a pleasurable moan with her eyes closed.  She continued to hold her remaining breath, and when her body started to buoy upward some, he took her hand and pulled her back down with ease.  Her mind was filled with great delight and desire when he fondled and caressed her, but it was his air bubbles from the regulator mouthpiece that rendered her beautiful body into submission, arousal, and enabled him to control and manipulate her.  

          Holding her attractive weightless body down, he pulled the regulator from his mouth and massaged her entire form with very stimulating forced air.  Its continuous bubbly emission constantly and sensually aroused her; she managed to utter another short high-pitched moan from her wide open mouth, before becoming entranced and sexually rigid.

          He never felt more superior to her or domineering as he stimulated and manipulated her, but instead, understood that her physical and emotional responses to his actions were natural -- trusting.  He knew she was vulnerable in her blissful state, and he treated her with gentleness and respect.  Because her current emotional condition would only be transient, he wanted to be as thorough as possible in accommodating her desires now.  He initially held the regulator snug between her thighs and later under them, before putting it to her mouth.  He gazed on intensely, as she forcefully exhaled air through her nose, and listened to it hiss as she drew it in from his tank.

          Her lungs felt better then, less tight, with fresh air in them, and after giving him a brief radiant, but squinting smile, he moved quickly forward and embraced her with blazing passion again.  She also held him firm but in turn let him support the little weight of her tall shapely body without difficulty.  While they were together, she pursed her lips and slowly exhaled again, watching her air rapidly bubble from her mouth and rise upward to the bright surface above.  She knew he liked that a lot.  

          The two of them eventually surfaced, beaming at each other amorously, and held hands there.  As he slipped the mask away from his eyes and removed he regulator from his mouth, she released him and treaded water.  She saw their simple encampment on the shore about fifty meters away, and with a very humble expression on her face said, "This seawater is getting hard on my eyes.  You want to go get my mask?  It's laying on your towel on the beach."  

          He kept smiling flirtatiously at her.  "Do I have to?" he replied.  "Your lovely face doesn't need a mask, and besides, I can't see it from here anyway."  

          She splashed water at him.  "If you'd stop ogling at me like a hungry puppy and turn around, you would."  

          "Do I have to?" he said again.  

          "Yes, and you can put your loaded camera there too," she retorted, and gave him a wink.  "I'll be here waiting for you."

          "Promise?"

          "Of coarse," she quickly said, wearing a mischievous smile on her face.

          Cliff easily realized that he had no choice, given the fulfilling carnal rewards she visually implied would be his, and went to eagerly do the favor.  First of all, he was offered proper motivation by her, and second, he did not want to change her present willing mood by refusing and only giving her his different mask instead.  For now, he would do as she desired, but it would be the other way around, as he intended, later -- very special and intimate.  


Continued to Pt. 7.