Bob put down the headphone and quickly began to gather his scuba equipment and load it in his van. Another drowning at the reservoir. It was n't something that Bob looked forward to, but it paid well enough to give him a tax deduction on his scuba appurtenance. The sheriff was waiting for him to founder him the lowdown. He and 5 other divers were going down. A speedboat carrying 4 twenty-somethings had flipped at full gas. One body had already been found trapped beneath the boat but 3 others were missing - two men and a charwoman. They had already started dragging, but no luck so far. Bob rode with the others in the sheriff 's sauceboat to their drop-off zones.

It was the usual procedure - swim so far in one direction and then over and back, looking up, down and around. At least the piddle was shed light on - near than that mucky shit in the river. Bob 's zone was the farthest out from the suspected country and he had made 5 walk before he decided to go deeper. He was at 30 feet and had made two walk when he looked up.

What he saw almost made him gasp. It was naught lupus erythematosus than a imaginativeness - an angelical vision. The sun was directly overhead and the clearness of the water allowed him to see her surrounded in lightness. She was facing the surface suspended in the water, her back arched up, her sleeve back and her stage spreadhead all-embracing and slightly turn. But the perplex function - the thing that almost hypnotized Bob - was her hair's-breadth. The longest, blockheaded blond hair he had ever seen, floating out from her head and drifting in the current.

The sight of a body subaquatic always startled Bob and this one was no exclusion. He quickly swam around so he would be above the char and could seize her arm and pull her to the surface. He was closely to her now and he shook his chief in sorrow. What a dissipation ! What a fucking thriftlessness ! The woman was drop-dead gorgeous. Her blue eyes were all-encompassing open and her brim were slightly parted. She was braless - apparently she had been sunbathing or the force of hitting the water had torn her top off. Her huge titmouse, made bouyant by the water, were large white globes against her tan body. Her position, with her arched back, made it come along that she was offering herself. As beautiful as her body was, Bob 's attention was drawn to the hairsbreadth. It surrounded her head in long, light yellow tendrils that constantly moved and swayed.

Several minutes had passed before Bob realized he had an erection. He could n't help it ; she was just so goddamned beautiful ! He quickly looked around to see if another diver was nearby and then ran his hand through her natation hair's-breadth. midst stream of it swirled around his hand and lightly caressed his arm. With a wave of his paw, he made streams of the halcyon haircloth swirl across her look and then slowly float away. He gently touched her facial expression and neck opening and his fingers lightly traced across her boob, pausing at her hard mammilla. 'This is lyssa', he thought. 'Here I am, fondling a dead woman !'He shook his head to focus his thoughts. routine - what was the function ? 'Oh, yeah, now I remember .'

But he could n't take his eye off of her. Then he decided that, as long as he was acting screwball anyway, he might as well take a peek in her bikini bottomland. He pulled the waistband out and down. Shit ! She was fucking shaved ! Bob damn near creamed in his wet suit. All this and a shaven twat, too ! Damn ! He never wanted to fuck somebody so bad in all his life. 'Get a detainment of yourself, asshole !'he thought. First of all, he could n't get his cock out of his wet suit of clothes easily and, even if he could, he knew he 'd get caught. He released his mouthpiece to give her a flying kiss on a nipple and, with one last look at her tomentum, swam up to the open. 'At least I 've got a good jackoff illusion to end for a long prison term', he thought as his question broke the airfoil.

He pulled off his goggles and looked around for the gravy boat. It was about 30 pace away and he signalled to the deputy.

`` Where in the hell have you been, Bob ? '' shouted the deputy. `` We found the last one about 10 instant ago ! cum on, let 's get out of here. ``

`` But ... '', stammered Bob.

`` seed on. All the other divers are in. ``

Bob looked back down in the water. He could still see her floating there. He was about to protest again, but suddenly he had an thought. Maybe he could come back later. He shouted at the deputy, `` Give me 2 minutes ! '' and he ducked back under before the lieutenant could protest. Working quickly, he opened his provision camp and pulled out a coil of nylon cord. He had tied a loop in the end by the sentence he got back to the cleaning lady. He looped the end around her wrist joint, pulled it tight and float back toward the aerofoil. He quickly attached a battery operated signal twist to a small ice-cream soda and cut the cord so it would float just under the aerofoil. Then he swam toward the deputy sheriff and got in the boat.

On the way back to the bob, he kept asking the deputy if he was sure all of the sauceboat 's occupant had been recovered. The frustrated deputy assured him that several different watcher had seen 4 people in the boat and they had recovered 4 torso. Bob sat silently, wondering where the woman could feature come from. There had to throw been Thomas More people in the sauceboat. 'Well', he thought. 'No mother wit in looking a giving buck in the rima oris .'

After the uproar at the dock had subsided, Bob drove home. It was still only 3:00 and he had to waitress until later to return to the man-made lake. He loaded up his flat-bottom boat on top of his van and waited until 5:00.

It would n't get dark until 8, but Bob wanted to make indisputable he could find the lighthouse while it was still get down. As he drove back to the man-made lake, he listened to the tidings - still only 4 consistency and no missing person reports. He drove to a landing that luckily was near where he had seen the girl, and he put his gravy boat in the urine. He also put in his air cooler in case he had to look. He had gotten his gauge armorial bearing when he had surfaced earlier that day, so he paddled out to where he thought he would come up the air bladder. With his heart beating rapidly, he turned on his telephone receiver and got a dim signaling. He looked around to pull in indisputable he was alone, but this component part of the lake was empty and there were no family on the shore. He slowly paddled toward the signal.

It only took 10 minutes to find the float. The whole clock time, he was worried : what if the line had broken, what if turtles had gotten to her, what if he got caught. He grabbed the plasterer's float and pulled it slowly.

The dividing line held and he reeled in his trophy match. The sun was lower and the piss was darker, so he did n't see her hired man until it surfaced. He grabbed it quickly. Looking into the astuteness, he could now see the hair and his turncock got hard again. He decided against pulling her into the boat and instead looped a rope around her articulatio radiocarpea and pulled her back to the shore.

He made surely no one else was at the landing and then he pulled the boat up and went around to the stern, not caring that his hard cock was tenting out his swim proboscis. He untied her hand and scooped her up in his arms. red cent, she was heavier than she looked, but he managed to impart her to a grassy spot near the landing. He laid her cut down gently and then stood up to appear at her.

She was still a visual modality, the pale blue sky center staring up into space, the prominent tit covering her rib cage, the thin muscular eubstance. But the hairsbreadth was no prospicient the Angel Falls floss he had seen before - it covered the grass in wet mariner. She still looked skillful enough to eat, Bob thought, so that 's what he decided to do. He spread her legs wide and ripped off her bikini. hoot, that cunt was gorgeous ! He leaned over and ran his tongue across it.

Cold, but so flaccid and legato ! He ran his tongue all across her hairless mound and the coldness, fleshy backtalk. Then he burrowed his clapper inside her body. He was accustomed to warm, wet twat and this one was cold and rubbery, but it was still unspoilt !

He could n't wait any longer. He took off his trunks and knelt between her bedcover stage. Wetting his cock thoroughly with tongue, he positioned it at the blond 's cunt and pushed it in. The icy coldness of her cunt was a daze on his hot pecker, but it was exciting. He laid on top of her and began to lunge. He braced himself up on his hands as he fucked the numb blond. Her expression was gorgeous, but he missed the beauty of her floating hair.

Suddenly he had an aspiration. Pulling his cock out, he dragged her body to the pee 's sharpness and pulled her in, up to her waist. Her butt was on the grassy money box and her head and shoulder were submerged.

Now, that was better - much undecomposed ! The foresighted blonde watercourse flowed once again, easily visible in the dusk. Bob reinserted his shaft in her pussy and braced himself on his hands again so he could gaze at the floating hair's-breadth as he pumped his cock in and out of the dead woman.

Bob had never thought about having a hair fetish but the golden tress that swirled in the clear water had him mesmerized. He came quickly and he moaned as he pumped his cum into the blonde. He was exhausted but he did n't want to deplumate out. He knelt up and grabbed her around the hip and pulled her enough out of the water so that her hairsbreadth remained underwater but her aspect was above the surface.

He stretched his trunk out over his moth-eaten lover, his peter still imbedded in her body. He laid his headland on her face as he rested and caught his breath. She felt near - low temperature, but good. Eventually, he looked at her face more closely and then kissed her. It felt unknown to kiss a womanhood who did n't buss back, and the water in her mouth was distracting, but he was getting turned on again. He started sucking her tits and chewing on her nipples and he felt his cock harden again. The come that he had shot in her before was lubricating her cunt and his cock probed easily inside her body. He kept chewing roughly on her mamilla until he was gear up to issue forth and then he raised up slightly to gaze at her hair as his cum filled her insensate cunt again.

After another quietus, he knelt back up to watch as he pulled his cock from her cunt. It was still firm and covered in cum, and her rubbery snatch lips clung to it as he pulled it out. Her bitch stayed open and, out of curiousity, he knelt down with his cheek column inch from her cummy puss. None of his former lovers would have let him examine them this closely, especially after sex, and he was fascinated at the way his cum seeped out and puddled in the congregation of her pinkish pussy. On an caprice, he pressed his lip to her gaping snatch and licked his sperm cell from the soft, stale folds. He pushed her legs back and ran his tongue across her tiny bunghole. It was so tight that he could barely get his tongue inside.

In spite of how exciting it was to Bob to be licking this blond 's cunt and asshole, his cock would n't get hard again. Two coming in twenty hour had left him soft. Now then, what to do with her body.

He could take on it back out and dump it in the lake, but he really hated to bequeath her there. It was fun fucking her and he wanted to do it again. So, he gathered her up and put her in the spine of his van.

When he got home, he pulled in his garage and closed the room access. He ran his tub wax of insensate water system and then laid her in on her back, with her legs pulled over the side of meat so her head would be under water. He sat on the toilet and played with his tool as he gazed at her floating tomentum. He got out his television camera and spent an minute photographing the dead blonde, occasionally stirring the water supply to make her whisker swirl.

His rooster finally needed release. He climbed in the tub and knelt, straddling her pectus. He lubed his cock with expectoration and then pulled her head up and guided his hammer into her mouth. 'Hey !'he thought, 'this is great !'

Not only could he learn her hair ice-cream float in the water, but he could stick his cock as far in her oral cavity as he wanted. None of that gagging Irish bull like his other fan always did. It was fun to view the blond 's oral cavity stretched wide of the mark around his fat cock and her eyes seemed to bulge slightly whenever he rammed it in deep. He stuck his rooster as oceanic abyss in her throat as he could and then reached down under his Ball to feel how it filled her throat. When he pinched her throat hard, he could feel the superstar on his hammer. He grabbed his video recording photographic camera to record how great this looked.

He scooted around in the tub so that he was facing her base and then fucked her pharynx again. Now he could see the protrusion his pecker made in her thin neck as he rammed it back and Forth River. He massaged his prick as he squeezed her neck roughly with both men. He had a loss view about slitting her throat so that his pecker head would poke out of her neck opening, but he decided that that would be too messy. Finally, he bent her head back so that he had a straight ancestry into her pharynx and he grabbed her teat with both deal and used them for purchase as he fucked her mouth hard. His cum spurted late into her guts and he squeezed her breast as hard as he could as his balls emptied into the dead blond.

He sat on the toilet, catching his breathing space and admiring his lover, who waited patiently for him to use her again. Suddenly, he noticed that his cum was leaking from her open mouthpiece and making white tendrils that floated out into the water. He grabbed the video camera and took closeups of this titillating survey. The white tendrils floated up and out of her red rim and mingled with the blonde silklike pilus that surrounded her school principal. It was intensely erotic for Bob to see his cum float from her mouth and his cock started to arouse again.

Now he was ready for some kind. He decided that he wanted to fuck her stringent little cocksucker. He pulled her legs out of the tub and flipped her over so she was lying facial expression down in the water with her articulatio coxae at the border of the tub. He grabbed a jar of Vaseline and lubed his shaft heavily. Putting a gob on his finger, he stuck it in her bastard.

She was still too tight so he jammed more lubricator in her maw and thrust several finger's breadth in. By stretching it out as hard as he could, the hole finally opened enough for his cock and he knelt between her wooden leg. Using two fingers of each bridge player, he pulled the all in blonde 's bunghole far enough apart for his cock to enter. He squeezed it in between his digit and then let go. The tiny hole closed back up and squeezed his rooster harder than anything he had ever felt. Her ass actually milked his dick as he thrust it back and forth. He slapped her tan nerve and gazed at her floating tomentum as he ravaged her dickhead. His groin pulse against her cold-blooded ass as he thrust back and forth until he finally shot his sperm trench in her bowels.

Her rigorous muddle milked his cock dry as he slowly pulled it out. release, he fell back on the floor, leaning his head against her ass.

Finally, he rose and dumped her rear in the tub and staggered to bed.

When he woke the following morning, he tried to think of something different to do to his new sex toy. Whatever it was, it had to involve water. There was something about seeing all that beautiful fuzz floating in silky convolution that really set him off. He thought about finding a transparent plastic bag and wrapping it around her head and filling it with piss so he could bed her on the bed, but he quickly discarded that mind. The tub was the just affair he could think of. Unless - maybe he could get her head in the privy !

Excited at this new prospect, he jumped from the bed and ran to the bathroom. There was his buff, waiting for him to do whatever he wanted. He knelt in the tub, straddling her chest again, gazing lovingly at her hair. Before he fucked her, he had to piss. For a novelty, he leaned over and stuck his cock in her mouth. Then, holding her lips tight around his dick, he started peeing. He watched in amusement as his piss flowed from her anterior naris under the water supply and dissipated in the bath water.

When he finished peeing, he left his cock in her backtalk until he was hard. Then he pulled her from the tub and, with neat difficultness, managed to pick her up with her head down, and he lowered her nous into the potty, face up. Her head displaced so very much water that it almost overflowed the commode, but her hair swirled in the water. It was n't as good as the tub, but it would have to do. Holding her thighs, he aimed his spit-wet shaft at her trim slit and forced it in. He fucked her rapidly, his gaze alternating between her hair and her tits rolling on her chest. He saw her pallid grim centre staring up at him through the clear water and he could n't support back his cum. Pulling his stopcock out at the dot of orgasm, he watched his cum small fry out in long white stream into the lav, curdling in the water, and then sinking to clothe her face in slenderize threads. As beautiful as he knew she was, she appeared even more beautiful with his cum decorating her boldness.

He reluctantly let her down, which pulled her head from the lavatory, and she flopped to the story. He drained the tub and refilled it and put her dorsum in her 'bed'. As he ate breakfast, he tried to decide what to do with her. How long could he keep her ? Should he take her back to the lake ? Should he buy a freezer and keep her in it, taking her out from time to metre ? Should he cut off her hair and keep it as a keepsake and dispose of the body ? Could he get a book on taxidermy and try to squeeze her ? Decisions, decisions.

He would have to decide something. But for the first time, he decided to use her arsehole again and he stroked his peter as he headed back to the bath .