I never thought this would happen to me.
I had seen Mary on this particular charter before. Up until last spring we had never spoken beyond exchanging the usual pleasantries.
On this one particular dive she was on the bench next to me. After we geared up and were waiting for the "DIVE DIVE DIVE", she looked over at me and we both knew what she wanted.
I have a weakness for a women in black and she was dressed in black from her matted hair under her hood to her floppy rubber fins. She leaned over to me and whispered "crotch strap". I immediately knew what she meant, even before she thrust her hips off the bench. I rose, half stood and turned to her. Both of us felt the pulsing rise and fall of the pitching deck. As her hips rose I could see the "S" of her Scubapro steamer peaking out from between her shoulder straps as they strained to contain her Al 80 in position on her back.
At the same time, I could feel the weight of my own steel cylinder pushing me downward as I fumbled for flaling her crotch strap.
It seemed to go on forever, as indeed I wished it could. When I could not stand it any longer, I finally gave in to the weight of my tank and the heaving deck and crashed face first into Mary's lap without connecting the errant buckle.
It did not end there. Mary and I continued to to get together for "fun" when ever I could. Well, she called it stalking and I guess the judge agreed with her.
Anyway, I hope to get within 50 ft of her again in a few months.