Chapter 1

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Desc: Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 1 - what was supposed to be a fun boat ride among friends to celebrate a birthday ends up with me being lost at see just hoping to survive the night.

after weeks of planing from two of my childhood friends to celebrate my 40th birthday in Fiji islands. we were just about to departe from Montreal in Quebec Canada. I live about 2 hours from there but the prices they got on the tickets was only with departures from montreal so here we are, freezing our asses off on a cold january day. Marc and jean, friends of mine for over 30 years offered me this trip as a present for my birthday. Big fucking deal! As if i want to be reminded that i'm getting up there; that half my life is gone and the better part at that!!

But that is beside the point. I guess after my wife, my cheating wife left me, my friends took it opon themselves to bring me out of my slump. Yea, 2 years ago my slut wife left me for a kid half her age and i took it hard. I've been on 2 dates in 2 years and i just wasn't in it. I still had these bad thought abouth my wife and her boytoy.

Well, if i was gonna get out of this, this funk slash depression or whatever the fuck you want to call it, Fiji or more precicely a small island called Levuka or something like that seemed like as good a place as any to get out if it. You see, Jean as an uncle who lives there all year round. He's a retired profesional diver who used to work around oil platforms and established himself there some five years ago.

We planed to spend 2 weeks on his boat. I've seen a picture and it's a nice one about 60ft long if i'm not mistaking and It has everything need to be self sufficent for diving and we expect to do a lot of it. Jean told me that his uncle just bought a new compressor to fill the tanks and we can keep diving for as long as we like because it works on solar power if we run out of gas or if their's a mechanical breakdown. Wich means we can refill our tanks anytime we want and no need to come back to shore everyday for it.

The boat is filled scuba gear harpoons, fishing rods, fishing nets and even some guns and amo ... just in case his uncle said- you never know who you're gonna meet in these water! Me personaly i think, better be safe then sorry and if i'm gonna be alone on the water with my friends, protection can't be bad.

-Jean- Rock, tomorow at this time we'll be in the water my friend!

- I know

And all i can do is smile and he knows it. We've been diving partners, him and me for more then 20 years ... we've seen about every wreck in the St-Laurence river, we've done rescue missions together and marc got the bug about 12 years ago tired of seeing Jean and me leave close to every week end to go diving at the rock quary not far from where i live. All that to say ... we 3 love diving and spending 2 weeks doing just that, seemed like a dream, a dream that is about to come trough.

The flight was uneventfull so was the check out at the airport, we just had to find Jean's uncle and we were set. We didn't have to wait long because as soon as we steped out of the airport his uncle was right there waiting for us with a big smile on his face. He had a big F350 to go around so we had room for all our gear and baggages. Marc and I even got in the back for part of the ride. All i could think of when looking at the smile plastered on marc face is that we must look like a bunch of young kids that were promised candy and they were just about to get it. I don't think we could of wiped those smiles off of our faces, even had ours lives depended on it.

After some time spent in the back of the truck [not recomended] i didn't need a life treathening experiance to wipe that smile from my face ... i small forgotten fact was that six hours is what it takes to get to where we needed to be. After an hour, my smile was gone. After 2 hours, i was downright miserable. The wind was nice but the sun was hot and the cabine of the truck looked mighty nice at that moment. The rest of the ride wasn't as bad and we got to take a ferry to cross to the island we were going to.

The water was absolutly mesmerising and i could see lots of marine life going about. Just couldn't wait to be diving. At one point all 3 of us had our elbows on the railing of the barge looking down and this small shark swam under us and all 3 of our heads came up to tell the others but just by looking at each other, without a word we knew all 3 had seen it. Our faces was telling the storie. Moments like that stay forever with you and we knew we had just shared one of those moments. To top it off we haden't even been diving yet! The best was yet to come or so i thought.

Finaly, not six hours later but seven, we were at the dock in front of the boat in question. We looked at each other knowing we were about to depart on an adventure and even though we were tired from the long flight, the long ride to get here, we got a boost just from beeing here. It took us about 45m to get everyting in place on the boat, fixed ourselves a qick meal of jerky and fruit just to get us to the morning and off to bed. Jeans uncle wanted us to go back with him saying that he had preped the basement for us but like we told him ... all we needed was this boat. what we had seen of the ouside was just perfect but it was dark and we would know more tomorow.

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