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Away to the Bahamas Ch. 01

By: jbsecretagent24



An ad in the Sunday paper caught my eye. "Five days, Four nights Bahamas getaway". It was one of those charter trips that had a direct flight from our little regional airport to Nassau. The price was fairly reasonable, no doubt related to this being October and the middle of hurricane season. I shared the ad with my wife.

We'd both been so busy with work. I had a big project that was ending the next week and had planned to take the following week off with Liz.

"I'm sure it's a second rate hotel."

"Hey, it's the Bahamas" she answered. "How much time will we be in the room anyway?"

This was so unlike our usual vacation planning. We generally take a lot of time before a trip planning details and making reservations. However, two short weeks later the alarm clock is buzzing at 5am rousing us to the airport for the early morning flight.

There are not many direct flights out of our local airport. Usually we're making a change in Charlotte, Atlanta or Chicago depending on where you're headed. This was a treat knowing that our destination was only 2 hours away and even more of a treat when we boarded to a nearly empty plane. We barely finished a movie on the laptop before the flight attendants were asking us to stow things for landing and a short time later we emerged from customs and were in a cab headed to town.

We were staying the British Colonial Hotel. This is the classic old hotel in downtown Nassau. Clearly it was in its heyday during the 50's and 60's. It was even the backdrop for a couple of James Bond movies. Its classic architecture and distinctive pink color gave it a tropical elegance that doesn't seem to be part of current hotel design. Parts of the lobby were now showing some age but hey, like my wife said, who spends that much time inside anyway.

The check in was very efficient and as we were finishing up the front desk clerk handed us two small packets of tickets.

"Please enjoy the complimentary bar tickets and any of the hotel bars, both inside and by the pool and beach. These cover everything except gratuity."

We looked at each other with an ever increasing smile. It looked like that was one less expense for the week. Our appreciation continued as the bellman led us into our room. It, too, was somewhat dated in the decoration and furniture but a sliding glass door opened to a private deck that overlooked the small beach and pool. Directly ahead was the aquamarine water of the Bahamas. The beach actually faced the entry to the harbor. Later we would see cruise liners going back and forth in a parade in front of us, but right then all we could do is laugh. How lucky we were to be here for this unexpected break.

Looking down at the beach Liz grabbed my hand. "Come on babe, I need to feel the sand between my toes and the saltwater on my skin."

In a flash we were both digging in suitcases for bathing suits and sunscreen. I was pleased to see Liz pulling out a brief two piece bikini I had encouraged her to buy a couple of years before. While often conservative in her beach wear at home, she will indulge my wishes when we're away. I can't get enough of seeing her ample breasts barely restrained in a brief bikini. When we've been far off the beaten track we both will enjoy minimalist swimwear. I put on one of my little speedos but then pulled a regular pair of board shorts over. She slipped a bright pink cover up over her head and we headed down to the beach.

I'm guessing that this was the slow time of year which would account for the low prices, the outstanding room and the uncrowned beach and pool. We had no problem finding loungers near the water's edge not too close to other people. Setting our things down, I left Liz to start her sunning and went in search of the bar to try out our drink coupon book.

Stephan, the bartender, would become our friend over the next few days. At his urging I got his personal recipe Pina Coladas and took his advice by doubling up our order so save having to make another trip for refills too soon.

I about dropped both glasses as I rounded the corner to the beach and saw Liz spreading the suntan lotion. In the bright sunlight her skin glowed with the shiny oil. We had managed a few sessions in the tanning salon during the previous two weeks so she already had a nice brown color to her skin. It was a pleasure to sit down beside her knowing that other guys would be jealous of me.

With our first sips of the drinks we knew this would be a great afternoon. Cold, tropical, strong.....just what you would want in this setting. I asked Liz to pass the suntan lotion to me so I could get slicked up.

"Come on, dear," she teased. "I'm trying to maximize my sun exposure, you need to be doing the same. Let's see you peel out of those shorts and show off that speedo!"

Taking a moment to look around I saw that I would clearly not be the first. Judging from some of the accents I'd been hearing there was a European influence and brief swimwear was not something new. I quickly shucked them off and finished with the oil.

Opening a book to read seemed almost pointless. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the view of water, sand and passing boats. A glance over at my wife and I could tell she shared the distraction. Across the harbor we could see the shore of Paradise Island. The tropical noises were interrupted by the sound of someone speaking French. Looking to the right I could see two young women walking down the beach carrying beach paddles. It appeared they were coming to an area that was a little more open to play a game of paddle ball.

"We're not in Kansas anymore," exclaimed Liz.

They were both topless and clearly not for the first time considering the lack of tan lines.

"It's a good thing I've got my book to keep me interested," I kidded. "How about you? Are you going to join them?"

"I don't know," she hesitated. "We don't know anybody here and I have enjoyed not having tan lines from the tanning bed. Would it bother you?"

"Only hot and bothered," I answered. "I'm just happy to be here!"

"We'll just have to see what happens then."

She turned over onto her stomach and passed the oil to be to be sure she was covered. I tried to be a thorough as possible, cover every inch of her back and the backs of her legs. She made no resistance when I untied the string to her bikini top nor when I undid the string around her neck. I was glad that she had changed directions when she turned over to face the water so when I did the same thing we were facing the scene of the paddle balling topless girls. I could tell Liz was feeling a bit punchy from the drinks as she critiqued the play.

"I don't think that blonde hair is trying very hard," said Liz. "Look she's not even making an effort to go for the low ones."

It was most enjoyable watching these half naked women swinging paddles and bending over to pick up the missed balls.

"So you'd be more aggressive?" I asked?

"You know me, if I'm going to do something I'm going to go all out."

"Why don't you go down there and challenge them?" I suggested.

Looking over at Liz, she had lifted herself up on her elbows to get a better view of the beach so that her boobs were completely bare and exposed.

"I may just do that but first I need to cool off."

She quickly sat up on the edge of the chaise, her bare chest now clearly on display for anyone looking out direction. She gathered up the bikini top and just as I thought she would start to put it on she folded it up and stuck it in a pocket of her beach bag. She stood up and walked down to the water passing beside the ball playing girls and out into the inviting water. After dipping down in the water a couple of times to cool off she moved back to the beach close to the ball players. I could see she had started a conversation and the others stopped playing while they chatted. It was quite exciting to see the three topless women standing there in the open sun. After a few moments Liz pointed toward me and all three turned to look in my direction. I gave a little wave, trying not to stare too intensely at the vision in front of me.

The girls stood and talked for a while then one handed her paddle to Liz. I was glad to have on sunglasses to hide the fact that there was no way I could concentrate on reading with the action going on in front of me. Liz and her new friend began a new volley with the paddle ball. Now, my wife in a fair tennis player and very competitive and this was evident during this beachside game. She would lunge left and right to return every shot hit her way. You can only imagine the sight of the two topless women in this "battle". Jiggling tits everywhere. They continued their beachside play for 15 minutes or so until both women were covered in either shiny sweat or sand.

Finished with their game, Liz led her new friend up to our chairs.

"Annie, I want you to meet my husband Jack."

I reached out to gently shake the hand of this beautiful, darkly tanned topless girl. Her response was in a soothing French accent. As I stood up next to my wife I had to quickly adjust my speedo so as to direct the swelling that was going on into a more comfortable position. I'm afraid that my efforts to be nonchalant about it were not successful.

Liz explained that Annie and her friend Celeste worked over on Paradise Island at the casino. They were enjoying a welcome day off and had a friend who worked at this hotel who let them come to use the beach chairs and facilities where things were less crowded. We talked for a bit longer. When Annie excused herself to find Celeste, Liz asked if we could borrow the paddleball set for a bit longer. Since it belonged to the hotel she told us where to leave it when we were finished.

"Are you ready to take me on?" Liz challenged?

"No fair," I protested. "How am I supposed to concentrate on the ball when your boobs are bobbing and weaving in front of me?"

"So you want me to put my top back on?"

"Uh, no way. I'm willing to play at this disadvantage if it mean seeing you half naked out on this beach."

By this time in the afternoon there were very few people left on the sand although the ones still there (and specifically the guys) seemed to appreciate the scenery as much as I did. It made me even more excited knowing my wife was on display.

It was difficult to concentrate on the game as Liz's naked breasts drew my attention.

"You're not playing fair," she accused. "You're making me run back and forth to get the ball!"

"Damn right, it's a much nicer show when you're diving to get the shot."

The humid air had me drenched in sweat in no time at all and at Liz's suggestion we gave up the game to take a quick dip in the water. It was a perfect temperature after the exertion of the game and allowed us to "unsand" ourselves. Under cover of water we were able to play a little game of grab and grope.

"I'm starting to get hungry," said Liz. "Let's head back to the room to get cleaned up and then walk downtown to find a place to eat."

After toweling off, Liz put the pink cover up she had worn down to the beach back on leaving the bikini top in her bag. She must not have done a complete job in drying because the top was instantly wet and her nipples were obvious under the almost transparent fabric.

"Are you walking back to the room like that?" I asked, nodding to her chest.

"Hey, its more than I had on a moment ago. Are you complaining?"

I just smiled and gathered up our bag while she got the paddles and ball to return to the activities desk by the bar. Stephan, the bartender, was all smiles as Liz handed the things over making us promise to come back soon.

The chill of air conditioning as we entered the hotel made Liz's nipples hard nubs. It seemed we had to wait a while for the elevator to come and while we stood their another couple arrived. I sensed some appreciative glances from both the man and woman who appeared to be about our age. Liz did nothing to hide the fact that her breasts were, for the most part, obviously visible through the wet cover up.

Once in the elevator the other couple struck up a conversation asking about how we were enjoying our stay. They had just arrived and were anxious to begin their vacation. It turns out they were on the same floor of the hotel as us and as we entered our room we saw them stop at the next door down the hallway.

We were hardly in the room with the door shut before Liz dropped her bag and quickly lifted her cover up over her head and grabbed by around the neck pushing her naked chest against mine.

"God, I am so horny right now," she gasped. "I had no idea that being half naked in public could make be so hot."

Pushing against me we fell back onto the bed. She lustily licked and kissed my chest, working her way down toward my midsection. I could feel her hands working on the knot of my swimsuit and I obligingly lifted my hips up so she could slip them down over my rigid prick.

Her mouth engulfed its swollen head, her tongue swirling around its most sensitive tip. I was having a hard time breathing.

I protested as she released her grip but she just winked and smiled, standing to slip out of the bikini bottom she was still wearing. She then moved around the bed, climbing on and turning around to straddle my chest putting her pussy just inches above my face. The sweet aroma filled my nostrils and I strained to lift my head up to lap at the moist labia. I could feel her hair as she resumed sucking on my cock, hands pumping the shaft as she suckled the tip. My hands moved up to spread apart the outer pussy lips, her swollen clit ready for teasing by my tongue.

Liz was clearly turned on and I felt her push against my face increasing the pressure of my tongue on her love button. At the same time her tongue danced across my shaved balls as hands pumped the shaft of my cock. We were both so ready and in a matter of minutes her whole body began shaking with orgasmic pleasure.

After a few minutes Liz's attention went back to the rhythmic stroking of my still swollen cock. Her pace increased and the intermittent sucking on it head had me ready to shoot my load. Jism erupted as she gently squeezed my balls and wave after wave of cum squirted onto her face. After my orgasm subsided she moved back up my body, wiping her face against my belly until we were face to face although upside down. The hot, sticky sweat on both of us made for a slippery kiss. Laughing, she jumped off of me.

"Come on babe," she called, headed to the shower. "We need to clean up and go to dinner. I really need some food to recover from the workout you just gave me."

I was after her in a flash, following her naked tan lined butt for a joint shower.

What a great way to start a day of vacation.

Away to the Bahamas Ch. 02



Our second vacation day dawned with a cloudless sky. I was up early as is my usual tendency and had already been out for a quick run and a cool down dip in the ocean. Liz was up and packing our things up for our day's activities.

Returning from dinner the night before we had stopped off at the poolside bar for a nightcap and found Stephan, our friendly bartender, still smiling and passing out the libations. Liz had asked for some ideas about what to do the next day and he had mentioned doing a day trip to one of the small outlying cays. There are hundreds of little islands and islets that make up the Bahamas and some of the larger uninhabited ones are used by the cruise companies for day stops for their cruise passengers. Stephan had a second job bartending on one of these islands. He told us that usually it is just a zoo with all the cruise passengers crowding the island and facilities but on days when there were no cruise ships in town a local boat company took hotel guests to enjoy the pristine beaches. We were certainly game.

Once ready, Liz and I walked a short distance to the harbor and caught a water taxi that would deliver us right to the departure dock for our trip. Things were moving slowly since it was still early in the morning. The water was crystal clear, the boat seemed to almost be suspended in space. Small fish darted back and forth beneath us. It was only a few minutes later that our ride nosed up to the other side and we stepped out.

The boat taking us to the island was called the calypso. It looked like it could hold a couple of hundred people on its three decks. I was a little concerned. Stephan had made it sound like this would be a more private day trip. However, by the time we were pulling away from the pier there were only 20 people onboard as well as 10 or so workers.

Steel band music played quietly in the background as we made our way to the top deck to sit out on the sun loungers and sip our coffee. Looking at the other passengers we looked to be among the youngest. There were 3 older couples who appeared to be traveling together, a mother/daughter pair with the daughter I her early 20's and a group of middle aged guys who, from the sound of things, had stumbled over from one of the casinos where they had obviously been up drinking all night. They were a bit loud. I hoped the island was big enough to avoid these drunks.

The captain had told us that we could expect about an hour to get to the island and Liz was ready to get a jump start on her tanning. She got many admiring glances as she shimmied off the shorts that covered her bright floral bikini bottom. She had worn one of the "tan through" suits that we had each gotten before a previous beach trip. The material, when worn, looked completely opaque but actually had tiny holes that allowed sun to expose the skin beneath. On top of that, the suit she had was designed with sliding front and sides so she could move the side in or out to further maximize how much of her bum was uncovered. The top of this suit was a traditional triangle top and, given the size of her boobs, was often stretched to the limits of capacity. This was the case here as she shrugged her t-shirt over her head and her left breast nearly popped out of its restraint. Her nipple was fully uncovered by the effort. She was nonchalant as she tucked things back were they belonged and laid down to apply sunscreen.

"Gee, hon, I wish I'd known what suit you were going to wear. I would have brought my tan through speedo too," I said laughing.

"So you would have worn it today on this public beach in front of all these people?"

Previously, we'd only used these suits on a patio of a private house we had rented.

"Ugh, yeah, sure," I answered.

"No," she responded, "I think you would have been too chicken."

There, she had done it. Laid down the challenge. I always hated when she doubted whether I'd live a bit more on the edge.

"Well," I said, "it's a moot point now since all I brought were the board shorts I've got on now."

She sat up with a smile on her face and began rummaging around in her bag. Turning back to me she tossed me a small bundle. Oh shit. She'd packed the suit.

"I saw a bathroom just at the bottom of the stairs. Let's see if you'll be a brave guy."

I could tell from her smile that she doubted that I would go through with this. It is, after all, a very brief suit. Its made from the same material as hers although a different print. The sides are only half and inch wide. There's no lining in it so it is quite form fitting. My mind worked furiously to figure out how to respond to this challenge.

I winked at her and told her I'd be right back. Down the stairs I went and quickly found the restroom where I undressed, put on the suit and then pulled my board shorts back up. I could see her disappointment as I came back to our loungers.

"Chickened out, didn't you," she teased.

"Oh, I'm wearing the suit. You never said that that was all I could wear."

I was proud of my logical thinking and could tell she was disappointed not to have thought of this obvious loophole before her challenge.

"Maybe we'll find a private beach on the island," I conceded.

The cruise out to the island was very relaxing. We took turns covering each other in sunscreen and had a chance to do a little reading. As we neared the island be both got up and walked to the front of the upper deck to watch the arrival. I could see a dozen eyes follow Liz's steps as she walked forward her tan ass barely covered by the material of her bikini bottom. She had pulled the material toward the middle so it was nearly like a thong.

The island we approached stretched out to our right and left for what seemed like a mile in each direction. There was a small lagoon that we had just entered and a dock jutted out into the water straight ahead of us. The island was flat and covered in towering palm trees. I could tell it was only a thin strip of land, through the trees I could make out the ocean on the other side of the island. It could only have been a couple of hundred yards wide at this point. A thatched roof pavilion was to the left and a couple of other buildings were scattered under the trees nearby. 

With a gentle bump our boat eased against the dock and the crew moved to start unloading supplies. Liz and I gathered up our towels and things preparing to disembark.

"I love watching that tight ass of yours in that bikini. Are you going to put on your cover up or just show off for everybody?"

"Your call," she winked. "I don't want to get any more tan lines so I'm just fine the way it is."

It was too funny the way the guys on the boat were quick to let us get off first. I felt so proud knowing that they were so excited by the sight of her nearly bare ass. I figured "what the hell" no one knows us here and no one seemed to complain on the trip over.

The whole grouped followed along a shaded trail to the central pavilion and there we were issued snorkeling gear and given a brief rundown on the island. We were free to go anywhere we wanted. There were a scattering of beaches up and down its length. The staff member giving us instructions pointed out the couple of places where there was generally good snorkeling. They also told us that lunch would be served around noon and that they would give a toot on the ships horn to let everyone know when it was time.

I was first concerned that Liz's swimwear would be too much of a lure for the group of guys but it was soon obvious that they were going to hang out at the closest beach which was most convenient to the bar. We decided to go to the right toward the furthest beach for snorkeling. There were 8 others who went the same direction with the six older folks stopping off at a closer beach. By the time we got to the snorkeling spot there was only the mother/daughter pair and ourselves.

The scene was idyllic. Clear water lapped in gentle waves on the white sand beach. Palm trees lines the small cove and hammocks were strung between trees. The more central beaches had lounge chairs but there were none this far away from the center of the island. We'd have to spread our towels out on the sand.

The other women were in the water in no time at all but I wanted to be sure to get plenty of waterproof sunscreen on and avoid an uncomfortable night.

"So," asked Liz, "are you going to make good on your promise to wear your tan through suit and nothing else?"

"Would that make you happy?"

"Babe, I want to see you in even less but I'll have to let that suffice for now."

The two women were paddling around in the water, heads down oblivious to us here on shore. Now was my best chance.

I slipped the board shorts off and kicked them over to our towels. Liz scooped them up and stuck them in her bag. We grabbed our snorkels and masks and, hand in hand, walked into the water.

We both love snorkeling and this was a great location for it. There were several coral heads in water up to 20 feet deep. Most of the snorkel spot was in 8 to 10 feet of water and that made it easy to dive down for better views and to take pictures with my underwater camera. A perfect cloud free day made for excellent photography conditions. I was sure to include some of Liz in here barely there bikini for some interesting mermaid shots.

We swam around for a while until tired out and ready for a break. Liz came over close to me.

"Hey, since there aren't too many people here and the only others are both women I think I'm going to lay out topless, that is, of course, if your not bothered by that."

I only smiled as she untied the bikini top and handed it to me. By this time the 2 other women had gotten back on the beach and were sitting together at the other side about 20 yards away from out stuff. I made sure that Liz was between me and them as we walked out together. Both looked over at us as we strolled out. I'm sure seeing Liz topless distracted them from seeing me in my brief swimsuit, something I appreciated even more since Liz's appearance had sparked a bit of a stirring in my groin.

There were no screams of outrage and no gasps of indignation. Both women eyed us with a knowing glance. Having seen them on the boat ride over they both were no strangers to the sun and both were wearing small two piece bathing suits accenting deep tans.

Sitting down on our towels, Liz grabbed the sunscreen bottle and handed to me to make sure she was covered. I was sure to spread the gel over every inch of exposed skin. Since I was between her and the others on the beach I felt that my thorough efforts on her breasts were not easily on view.

It was good to relax from the snorkeling in the bright, hot sun. I must have dozed off, awakened when I heard the blast of the boat horn signaling that it was time to head to the pavilion for lunch.

Standing up, I started to look through Liz's bag to find my board shorts.

"Hey have you seen my other suit?" I asked.

"Hum," she smiled. "Where did they get off too? Well, you'll just have to go in what you're wearing."

I was a little concerned that I might be viewed as a bit showy in this brief suit but then again, Liz was wearing a tiny bikini and I was sure that she would be getting most of the looks anyway. What the hell. She finished tying her bikini top back in place and we headed down the path.

The lunch was basic bbq fair, chicken, ribs, slaw. Not great but welcome none the less. There was plenty of rum punch as well so the mood was pretty light and loud. After enough of those drinks I could care less that I had on not much more than a loin cloth. The majority of the crowd had come to lunch just in swimwear. The group of drunk guys were even more so. It was no secret as they ogled Liz as well as the other women, especially the 2 girls who had shared our beach spot.

After finishing up lunch we headed back to our spot to digest a bit and catch some sun. We strolled with the Mother/daughter duo, Margaret and her daughter Faith. They were traveling together to celebrate Faith having finished her masters degree. As we spoke we found out that they were from the coastal area of Texas near Galveston.

At lunch, Liz had looked over a map of the island and discovered that there was another small beach just a bit further down from where we were located that was angled to better get the afternoon sun. We told our new friends that we were headed that way so they could have this bit of paradise all to themselves.

The path continued through the shading palm trees and just around a little bend another pristine beach opened up to the water. Hammocks hung between the trees in the shade just off the sand and there wasn't a footprint disturbing the shoreline. I walked down to the water to survey the snorkeling options while Liz spread out the towels. The view was fantastic and only made better when I turned to see Liz taking her bikini top off and folding it away into her bag. To make it even better, she then slipped her fingers into the sides of the bikini bottom and stripped them off as well. Her brown skin set against the white sand made for a spectacular vision. Grabbing the camera out of the bag I quickly snapped off a few shots for our private album. What a great memory this would be.

"Come on sport," she said. "Your turn to get naked too."

Looking around, confirming that we were all alone, I slipped my suit off too. It's such a liberating feeling with the sensation of tropical air on unclothed nether regions. We settled down to apply sunscreen and enjoy the serenity while reading.

Most of the afternoon was spent just turning, reading, sun screening and relaxing. We would periodically get up to dip in the water to cool off from the blazing heat. Liz interrupted the quiet.

"I think my shoulders and boobs are getting a little red. I'm going to go hang out on one of the hammocks."

"Well, I'm almost to the end of this book so I want to finish this up first then I think I'm going to snorkel a bit." She grabbed up her towel and went back to the tree line.

I can't remember what I was reading but it must have been a good part. I was fully engrossed in the action. I do remember I was lying on my stomach, propped on my elbows. I remember this because I got to the end of the story and set the book down and looked out over the water. The only change in the scene was the presence of 2 snorkelers directly off the beach in front of us. Crap, here I was buck naked on the beach with my suit in Liz's bag now back by the trees. I glanced back and saw her stretched out on the hammock. Her towel was wrapped around her so you couldn't tell that she was still naked. I could tell, however, that she knew I was trapped on the beach. The snorkelers had stopped and were standing up, their shoulders and heads above the surface looking at something under water. I could tell it was Margaret and Faith. They must have followed the reef plate from their beach to ours. They were talking together but I couldn't understand what they were saying.

I pretended to read my book, wondering when they would continue their swim and head back but it seemed they were fixated on something beneath them.

This seemed to go on for ever although in reality was probably 10 minutes or so. They paddled back and forth. It appeared that they had identified my and my naked condition and weren't going to give me a break. Looking toward Liz, she was just smiling, enjoying my predicament.

By this time I was pretty warm. I'd been out in the sun for a long time and could feel my back and butt starting with a bit of a burn. I needed to get up and go for a swim but was impeded by these chicks. It seemed that they were daring me.

I let this go for another 5 minutes. The way I saw it, they knew I was naked. If they were bothered then they would have left (and probably reported me). They had been with us earlier and knew that Liz had spent the morning topless and hadn't complained. I interpreted this logic as and acceptance of my nudity. Therefore, I shouldn't be afraid that I was being blatant.

Now justified, I pushed up off my elbows until I was perched on my knees. My cock, thankfully, wasn't standing at attention and wasn't shriveled up to a nub. Glancing out at my observers they had their heads together talking, both gazing my way. Standing up, I stretched a bit then casually walked to the water's edge to dunk myself and cool down. My cock swung back and forth with each step. Wading in I passed within 10 feet of where they were standing, their eyes following my path.

"You guys see anything interesting?" I glibly asked.

With that I dove in and swam away from shore appreciating the cool water on my hot skin. It was a great relief. I was so afraid that I was going to burn my until recently covered butt. I paddled around a bit enjoying the sensation of water on bare skin and washing off the sweat that had accumulated in the hot sun. Seeing the two women snorkeling made me want to join in. I neared where they were standing in the water but stayed back a distance. I didn't want them to feel uncomfortable being approached by a naked man.

"So, is the snorkeling here as good as the other cove?" I asked.

The younger woman named Faith answered pointing.

"It really is just as nice. There are a few coral heads together just out there and I think I saw a porcupine fish and a moray eel."

"I just wish we'd brought a waterproof camera," Margaret answered.

As we spoke they moved a bit to keep the sun out of their eyes. This meant we moved a little closer to shore and as the water became shallower it became evident that they were now both topless. As I had thought, they both had dark tans and clearly it wasn't the first time they had been sunbathing without tops. I felt a bit more at ease that they weren't offended by my full nudity.

"I think I'll get my gear and take a look out by that coral too," I said. "Let me go see if Liz wants to come too."

I felt somewhat self conscious as I walked out of the water. I could sense two pairs of eyes on my bare backside. Another set stared at the front as I approached Liz who was still in the hammock.

"Hey, do you want to join be for snorkeling?" I asked her.

"I was laughing inside when I saw you were trapped there on the beach naked with those girls just cruising back and forth. I didn't think you were going to give them a show."

"Well, as it turns out they're both topless now so it apparently is no big deal to them. I couldn't see any tan lines on them so my guess is they're cool with it. So, are you joining me?"

"Should I put something on?" she asked.

I just smiled and grabbed her hand, pulling her to her feet.

"Just a mask, snorkel and fins. I'll grab the camera."

Together we padded back down to the water's edge in our birthday suits. It was so exhilarating and liberating. Margaret and Faith were in even shallower water so it was obvious that they were topless. As Liz and I put on our gear, I saw Faith take something from her mother's hand and then she walked up on the beach. There she shimmied out of her bikini bottom which she laid on a rock with what I assumed was her mother's. Our little beach was not officially a nude beach!

Spending the next hour snorkeling was truly a highlight of the afternoon. Faith led us to the group of coral heads where she had seen the porcupine fish. The water was about 20 feet deep at the bottom of the coral. It was a little tough to make it all the way down without extra weight. Sure enough, under an overhanging edge, there was a 2 foot long puffer. They are one of the coolest looking fish with their big inquisitive eyes and the permanent smile on the mouth. It looked like there was a cleaning station that attracted the fish to the spot so it made it nice to dive down, take a couple of pictures the surface for air knowing that the subject would still be there. I was able to help our new friends work on some snorkeling techniques to go under rather than just bob at the surface. On the other side of the coral head I even located the moray eel that Faith had spotted earlier. It was about 3 feet long, not as scary as the big boys, but I still kept my distance considering their poor eyesight. I didn't want it to mistake any dangling parts for food. There are some hazards to nude snorkeling and diving!




Away to the Bahamas Ch. 02



During one of our surface rests I asked Margaret if she would mind taking some pictures of Liz and myself underwater. What's nice about the digital camera is that you don't have to wonder who else might be snagging a copy of your private pictures. Liz thought it would be a cool memory of our naked snorkel trip. At her request I took some pictures of them to email them later.

By this time we were all pretty exhausted from the work of swimming. I led the way out of the water and was able to get some pictures of Liz, Margaret and Faith at the water's edge. They looked fantastic with their naked tanned skin a sharp contrast to the white sand and the blue water and sky behind them. They became willing models as I posed them on the hammocks, stretched out together on the sand, in the palm trees under the shade and walking along the beach. I changed places with Faith and she took some of Liz and me together. We laughed that maybe this would be our Christmas card picture. Now who wouldn't love one of those?

Checking the time it was unfortunately the end of our day and we needed to be headed back to the boat dock to return to Nassau. Liz and I packed up our bags and walk, still nude, with Margaret and Faith back along the trail to the other beach where their stuff was still waiting. It seemed just like a natural way to exist on this deserted island......if it could only last.

Not wanting to rattle too many people on the boat we reluctantly got dressed although the girls just wore their bikinis and I only had on my speedo. We were the last to get onto the boat that would take us back to town. I grabbed a pitcher of rum punch to carry up to the top deck for our ride home. I seemed that everyone else had decided to stay below decks and out of the sun so, in the privacy of the upper deck, the girls had decided to go topless again and I was only too happy to continue my photographic record of the trip back. I know there were so appreciative crews as we passed other boats heading back into town.

Too soon we were back in the channel to the harbor area and the girls had to get dressed again. We ended up hanging out with Margaret and Faith for dinner downtown but after all the rum punch and drinks at dinner we were all ready to head back to our respective hotels for the night.

"So when we get back, do you want to go for a little swim?" asked Liz.

"Pool or ocean?"

"We'll have to see where we end up," she replied, "now that its dark we may have to pool all to ourselves. Who knows what that could lead too."

She winked at me as we stared at each other. I picked up the pace, ready to find out how randy this woman of mine was.......



Away to the Bahamas Ch. 03



I awoke the next morning with a bitch of a hangover.

Arriving at our hotel the night before after our day trip to an offshore island, too many rum punches to count and drinks with dinner we were both a bit tipsy. Liz wanted to stop at the pool before we went to the room. It was already dark when we got there and, even though it was not yet 9 o'clock, no one was by the pool area. There were some accent lights along the walkways and around the pool deck but the underwater lights weren't on .

Liz was out of her cover up in seconds and silently slid into the water, hardly a ripple on the flat surface. I was sitting on one of the loungers taking my sandals off when I was hit in the chest by a small wet cloth. Hold it up and unfolding it I recognized it as her bikini top! A second later the bottoms smacked against my head. Looking at the pool, I saw a brief flash of her bare ass as she turned and dove under the water away from me. A quick glance around confirmed that we were alone so I stripped off my own suit and followed her in.

The alcohol had pretty much thrown all our inhibitions out the window and in seconds she had locked her legs around my waist and our mouths were fully engaged. Sometimes lovemaking in the water can be tough because natural lubrication is washed away but Liz was so turned on my rigid dick slid into her pussy in a single, fluid movement. She was riding me for all its worth and I was afraid the sound of splashing water was going to catch someone's attention. It might sound like someone was panicked or drowning but what a sight they'd get if they stumbled onto the scene.

Despite the alcohol it took very little time before we both came with shuddering intensity. Untangling ourselves we swam around a little bit to clean up and cool down. That's when I realized that we'd not thought to get some towels before getting in the pool. The towels that we had taken with us to the island we'd dropped in a bin when we first got back to the resort. Now were naked in the pool with our swimsuits on the deck by our bags.

"Let me go check for a towel in the bin over there," said Liz, pointing to a box at the edge of the pool deck nearest the beach.

The lights from the hotel reflected off her wet backside as she pulled herself out of the water and sashayed away from me. A moment later she returned, wrapped in a towel and carrying another with her.

I boosted out beside her and began to dry off, aware that my cock was still a bit hard after our lovemaking.

"I'm just going to wear this back to the room," she announced. "That suit needs to be washed out and I don't want to put it back on."

She had a point. I felt relatively clean after the pool and the swimsuit was damp and sweaty after our walk back from town. I wrapped my towel around my waist and gathered up our bags.

We got a few looks from other hotel guests as we entered the doors and stood at the rear elevators. Doors opened in front of us and, after several folks got off, we entered alone. Liz stood on the side of the car opposite me and smiled.

"Do you think I got too much sun," she asked.

I had been looking at the floor indicator and, turning to look at her my jaw nearly dropped. She had opened up her towel, flashing me the full monty.

"I can hardly make out a tan line at all," I answered, drinking in the beauty of the naked vision before me. My cock started to rise again, tenting the thin towel.

Liz rewrapped herself just as the doors opened on our floor. Stepping off we were immediately face to face with another couple. I recognized them from the previous day as we had ridden the elevator together and they were in the room next to us. We smiled and exchanged greetings before the door closed. I hoped I'd been able to adjust the carry bag I had in my hand to cover my obvious excitement.

"Let me get the key from my bag," said Liz, digging through one of the bags that occupied both my hands.

"Got it," she exclaimed, and with a laugh, yanked my towel off and took off down the hall.

I'm standing there in the middle of the hotel hallway, both hands full and my cock in a semi rigid condition as she skips down the hallway toward the door. Even with a quick pace she's in the door before me and has shut it before I can get a hold of the handle.

I strained my hearing, listening for any clue that someone might exit their room and find a naked man in the hallway. My heart was beating a mile a minute but strangely, instead of withering in fear, my dick seemed to engorge even more.

The door cracked an inch and I saw Liz's eye starring at me then up and down my body.

"Is that a delivery for me?" she teased.

"Do you have a place for me to put it?" I answered back.

Pulling the door fully open revealed her equally naked in front of me. Dropping the bags by the door and kicking it shut, I scooped her into my arms and carried her to the bed for a continuation of our love celebration.

That was the night before. Now, cobwebs filled my head and my eyelids struggled to open and eyes slowly focused. Liz was beside me, still asleep, her nude form stretched out on the bed, sheets kicked to the bottom. My eyes wandered up and down her body. There was only a faint line demarcating where her bikini bottom would lay. She was turned slightly toward me and her large breasts pressed together, the nipples flat, skin only slightly less tan than the middle of her chest. I could get used to having a nudist wife.

I needed coffee badly and knew that Liz would be needing tea as soon as she woke. Careful not to wake her, I slid out of bed and pulled on some running shorts and a t-shirt and quietly left the room to find some morning caffeine. I also hoped to get some advice at the activities desk for something to do that day.

Monica was a beautiful, dark skinned Bahamian girl working the desk that morning. Her accent was magical.

" Are you looking for a land based tour or would you prefer one of the boat excursions for snorkeling or diving?"

"We have really enjoyed snorkeling for a while and we've talked about diving but have never had a chance to try it."

"Then I can recommend one of our local shops for a chance to do the Discover Diving experiences. They'll pick you up here at the front of the hotel and take you to their shop at small resort on the other side of the island. There they'll give you a brief introduction to diving and the equipment, a chance to try it in the pool at the resort and then take you on a dive on a nearby reef. I have personally done this excursion and I'm sure you'll have a great time. It made such and impression on me that I went back to get my full certification."

Scuba was something that we'd wanted to do for a while. I figured that by the afternoon we'd have gotten ourselves hydrated enough to get over the little bit of a hangover we'd had and Liz was pretty jazzed when I told her about the plans.

The coffee and tea went a long way toward improving our heads and we got cleaned up and dressed to wander the main shopping street to find breakfast and do a little souvenir hunting. 

"I have an idea," said Liz, with a mischievous grin on her face. "I'm going to stop in this beach store and buy you a new bathing suit. You go to that store on the other side of the street and you can get one for me. The one rule in your purchase, don't spend more that $25 dollars. Then, this afternoon, we have to wear what the other picks out."

I grinned at the thought of what I could pick out. "Any other restrictions?" I asked.

"Just remember, I'm picking something out too....we can't reveal them to the other person until we're at the dive shop this afternoon."

We agreed to meet back at this spot in 15 minutes and, smiling like Cheshire cats, we regrouped, holding small bags containing our selections. 

As there were no cruise ships in port that day the streets and stores were not in the least crowded and we easily took care of our morning activities, stopping at a small local bakery to pick up some sandwiches to take on our afternoon adventure and getting back to the hotel in time to grab our towels and sunscreen for the afternoon.

Unlike most "island time" departures, the van to take us to the dive center was right on time and the AC inside was welcome. Our driver was Delwyn who would also serve as one of our divemasters that day. Our first stop was at the dive center to get our gear, do some paperwork, go over some of the theory of diving and then familiarize ourselves in the pool.

There were only 3 other people doing this resort course outing and they were already at the dive shop when we arrived. Ben and Sandra were traveling with their 19 year old daughter, Britney. During the day we found out they were from New Jersey. Judging from how tan they all were I guessed that they had been on island for quite some time. 

Delwyn introduced Katie who would be our instructor for the day. I was mesmerized by her lovely Australian accent as well as by her obvious fitness.

"Good day everybody," she started. "We're going to have a fantastic time together and I know everybody is going to find out just how great it is diving in our fantastic Bahamian waters. Delwyn is going to get some information about sizes and gear and start getting that together while we go over some of the basics of diving and breathing on SCUBA. This is not a full certification course but you still need to be aware of some of the potential problems that can arise. We want this afternoon to be fun and informative. We really want you to enjoy it so much that you come back and spend lots of money getting fully certified. But, most importantly, we want you to be safe while we're together."

Delwyn came around with his clipboard and took down information about height, weight, shoe size, clothing size and then escorted us to an area behind the shop which was right next to the pool. There was an overhead canopy shading a part of the pool deck and a couple of picnic tables for us to have a seat. Katie started a brief talk about the underwater environment and an introduction to the physics of SCUBA. I'll admit to becoming a bit nervous after hearing about all the things that could go wrong but Katie was quick to point out that she and Delwyn would be with us the entire time. The idea behind trying things out in the pool first was to experience the underwater environment in a shallow setting before going into the open water.

As soon as Katie finished up our briefing, Delwyn appeared to help us get outfitted for the pool work.

"There are changing rooms here by the pool," he said, gesturing at the open air partitions behind the building. Once you've changed, meet me over by the far side of the pool in the shallow area where will get things on and adjusted.

"Will we be wearing wetsuits?" asked Liz, a bit apprehensively.

"For the afternoon dives off the boat we will," he answered. "You won't need them here in the pool particularly since its so hot today."

Liz leaned close to me to whisper.

"Did you bring one of your other swimming suits with you?"

"No, the deal was, we had to wear what the other person bought."

"Well, I was thinking that you'd have this on under a wetsuit. It might be a little small for public pool use. If you'd rather wear your shorts you can."

"Babe, I've got these fairly nice white shorts on. I don't want to have to sit in them all day long and run the risk of ruining them. I'll take a look at the suit and then decide."

I didn't make the same offer to Liz. The suit I pick out for her was on the brief side as well. When I went into the shop to buy it I told the young woman helping me what we were doing and that I wanted to stay within our "budget". I ended up getting a two piece bikini with a thong bottom, really more of a g-string. The material was a lime green in color and the girl told me that when wet the material was virtually see through. On top of that, the only size they had was small so her big tits would be straining to get out of the little triangle top. I was getting excited thinking about seeing her in it.

I followed Ben into the changing area where there was a low bench running along one wall with pegs sticking out of a board above it. The other wall was lined with shower heads. The whole area was about 12 by 8 feet in size and was open to the sky above us. The bottom of the wall stopped about a foot from the cement floor and under it I could see the feet and ankles of Liz and the other women. I figured that side was a mirror to ours. It was certainly "camp rustic" but the walls were painted in tropical colors and it looked clean and tidy.

I hung my bag up on a peg and started to get my stuff out to change. Opening the bag that had the suit that Liz chose I realized how brief it was. I could have balled the whole thing up in my hand and hidden it completely. Unfolding it I was shocked to see that it, too, was a thong style. Was she trying to get me arrested? I started laughing to myself.

"So how long have you and Liz been married?" asked Ben striking up a conversation.

The open design locker room is something that most guys are familiar with since its what we've known since junior high days. After so many years you develop a method where you go about your business without too much direct eye contact. We all end up looking around a bit, checking out different shoe brands or looking to see if someone has some new knee brace that would indicate an easy mark in basketball. I glanced at Ben as he was unzipping his bag and arranging things much like I was. 

"We've been married for 6 years but we've been together for almost 9," I answered.

He was slipping his shorts and underwear down his legs and I saw that his dark tan was total. There was no indication of a tan line at all. I asked about his own family.

"We're celebrating our 21st anniversary on this trip," he offered. "Amanda, our daughter, is back early from a semester abroad so we timed her flight back from Costa Rica with our trip here. Sandra has been so relieved to have here with us. Mothers have a hard time cutting the strings with daughters and those tow really have a great relationship."

He had turned toward me as we spoke and I noticed that he was pulling on a speedo style suit. At least I wouldn't be the only one in brief swimwear. He didn't seem to bat an eye as I slid the tiny suit on and over my package.

From the other side of the wall I could hear the women's voices although I couldn't make out the words. Gathering up our stuff, we both headed back out to the pool. I had slung my towel over my shoulder so it hung down to the level of my ass. If I stood still it mostly covered my bare buns but with each step walking I could feel it swing back and forth. At least Ben was wearing a "nut hugger" suit too, although his ass wasn't on display.

Delwyn was talking to Liz, Sandra and the daughter, Amanda. The other women were in bright tropical print bikinis which clearly showed off their dark, even tans. I had a feeling that Ben's wife probably didn't have any tan lines either. Liz had her towel wrapped around her from just under her arms and hanging down to her knees. I had to grin at her when she shot me a playfully mean face.

Delwyn welcomed us.

"Ok, guys, I've pulled out the gear that we'll need but we need to try things on to make sure everything fits."

He directed each of us to a pile of gear set up by air tanks lined up on the edge of the pool deck. He held up the BC, or buoyancy compensator and instructed each of us to try it on.

"This is what you'll be using to control your descent and ascent in the water. You want it to fit snuggly around your chest but not so tight that it restricts your arm and shoulder movement."

"What the hell," I thought to myself. I'll probably never see these people again and tossed my towel off my shoulder and onto a nearby lounger. I was glad that I had managed to get some sun on my ass the day before so it wasn't a shiny white beacon. Liz was glancing around to see if anyone else was around the pool then, seeing me lose the towel, took a deep breath and tossed her towel off too.

I almost choked when I saw her in it. Against her skin, the color was electric. She was turned around putting the towel on a chair I saw that the tiny string of her bikini bottom was almost hidden by her muscular ass cheeks. However, I did lose my breath when she turned back around. The tiny bikini top barely covered her breasts. The thin material was stretched over the areola and I could see the darker skin through the sheer fabric. Because her boobs are completely natural they move with a natural sway as she walks or turns and in this suit there was no restriction to the laws of gravity and momentum. When she bent over to pick up the BCD her titties swung back and forth, the lower part of the breast completely uncovered.

It took a lot of concentration to keep from popping wood at this sight, made even more difficult by the tiny amount of material in the suit I had on.

Our group of new divers concentrated on following Delwyn's directions, putting on the BCDs like jackets. Liz and Amanda were having some trouble getting their's adjusted correctly and Delwyn came to help. Liz had lowered her shoulder to pull the vest up, shrugging it in to place. As she did so, her left boob popped out of the bikini top. She was nonchalant as she reach up and put things back in place. Delwyn had the faintest smile on his face but continued is assistance in a very professional manner.

"You two girls need a different style vest," he said. I'll be right back.

Returning a moment later he carried the replacements.

"These are designed specifically for women who might be uncomfortable in the traditional style."

Sandra laughed. "You mean girls with big tits."

Delwyn just smiled. "We want everybody to be comfortable."

Amanda and Liz put on the new vests. Judging from the pink pastel colors I guessed that they were specifically designed for women and this was confirmed when they both turned around. The BC was cut with the shoulder straps set out to the side a bit more so they wouldn't come directly down over a woman's chest. The effect, however, was pushing the breasts together in the open center part of the breast, kind of like one of Liz's demi bras. Both she and Amanda looked amazing with full racks on display. Amanda's top wasn't as revealing as my wife's but showed an ample amount of tanned skin.

We continued trying on gear and getting things appropriately sized until everyone was set. Delwyn then walked us through setting up the gear on the tanks. Once done it was time to get into the water.

Compared to the humid, hot tropical sun at poolside the water was initially a little chilly. I was glad for it since I was having a hard time keeping things in my little bathing suit under control. Between Liz's tits popping out of her suit and the view of Sandra and Amanda in their little bikinis I had some difficulty concentrating on the diving experience.

Katie ran us through some drills in the pool. Using slow even breaths through the regulator, getting used to the sound of breathing, clearing water out of masks and learning how to equalize our ears. We spent about half and hour before she deemed us ready to go out in the real water. Delwyn would load our gear up on a cart and take it down to the boat while we walked to the other side of the resort to the pier.

"We'll meet you guys there in about 20 minutes," said Katie. "Be sure to drink lots of water before we head out. You might also want a little snack. The water is like glass today so it will be a very easy boat ride but when were tied up it is going to be hot. As you learned earlier it's most important to stay well hydrated when diving.

We decided to hang out on the pool deck with Ben, Sandra and Amanda while we waited. There was a poolside bar to order drinks and food. Liz broke out the sandwiches we had brought with us and we took over some chairs to visit with out new friends.




Away to the Bahamas Ch. 03



As I mentioned before, they were from New Jersey although had moved there from Southern California for Ben's work in New York City. It became obvious that they were accomplished travelers and most of the places they frequented were warm, sunny locales. They had been all around the Caribbean including the Yucatan coast of Mexico, through Europe most often in southern France and Spain and had even been to Brazil. We had always thought ourselves seasoned travelers but in comparison we'd hardly been anywhere.

"You guys are still young," responded Sandra. "When you're our age I'm sure your list will be much longer. Even now we don't get to get away as often as we like. Even a quick day trip to the local beach is a welcome break from the routine."

"Not to change the subject," said Liz, "but I hope you guys aren't bothered by the swimsuits we're wearing."

She went on to explain our little challenge. She didn't, however, mention the previous days nude beach outing that led up to the dare. Sandra and Amanda just giggled.

"To tell you the truth," said Sandra, "Amanda and I were thinking we might have time to go back to our beach house and put on different suits ourselves. We've both been known to wear t-back bikinis on vacation. In fact, some of those vacations we were talking about you don't even have to wear any bikini."

"You guys are nudists?" asked Liz.

"Well, we've always enjoyed being in the sun and beach particularly when we can be naked. Ben and I started when we were newly married and even after Amanda was born we'd still go to nude or clothing optional beaches. We don't belong to any club or group but we do plan our trips where we can have the option to go without."

Amanda chimed in.

"I grew up going to nude beaches. I mean, when I was little we'd sometimes go to textile beaches with friends or other family members. Mom and Dad never made a big deal of being naked. I learned early when and where it was ok and when I needed to wear a suit. I told some of my close friends about it but it didn't usually come up in conversation."

"Didn't anyone ask you about not having tan lines?"

"I had enough friends going to the tanning salon and tanning nude that they thought that's what I did too. I never understood why they'd want to have no tan line but still wear a suit at the beach."

We asked more questions about their experiences and travels. Ben told us about the Beach at Sandy Hook in New Jersey where there is a designated area for clothing optional sunbathing. They lived only a couple hours from that beach. The house they had rented here in the Bahamas had its own private pool that offer enough privacy that they could enjoy it naked too. 

Soon it was time to head down to the boat for the open water dives. I still had slung my towel over my shoulder while we walked but Liz, feeling more confident, had stuffed hers in her bag. Ben and I followed behind the women and I'll admit to enjoying the view of Liz's little g-string. Amanda's suit was one of those that can slide and she had pulled the back into a thin ribbon of material. It was clear there was no hint of a tan line on her toned buttocks.

Delwyn met us at the end of the dock and escorted us to the boat. It looked to be about 42 feet long set up as a typical dive boat with benches along each side in the back with tank racks behind the seats. There was a partially closed cockpit and a flying bridge above that. The front of the boat was open deck with a short railing. Katie climbed down from the bridge and gave us an introduction to the boat and the safety gear on board.

"When we get to the dive location we'll all suit up together and take our time descending. Where we'll be diving is an easy spot for first dives. It's not too deep to a sandy bottom. There are coral heads around the site but we shouldn't have to worry too much about bumping into rocks and coral. We have wetsuits available if you want to wear them but as hot as it is today you might find the water temperature just perfect without one. Delwyn and I rarely wear wetsuits this time of year."

It was going to take 20 minutes to get to the first dive site and we were welcome to sit anywhere on the boat during the trip. Delwyn climbed up to the bridge to pilot the boat while Katie untied us. I watched Amanda standing and talking with Katie as we pulled away from the dock. Liz and I headed up to the front deck to sit with Sandra and Ben. Amanda joined us a minute later.

"Mom, Katie said it should be no problem."

With that, she reached behind her back, pulled the string of her bikini and lifted it over her head. Her boobs had the expected perkiness of a nineteen year old. High, firm and so deeply tanned. I glanced over to Liz to watch her response. She was looking first at Amanda and then at Sandra. I followed her gaze and watched the mother do the same thing. Her breasts were a bit smaller, probably a small B cup size and had a little sag, probably related to her age. They, too, were evenly tanned with the rest of her body.

I looked back at Liz to see her response. She locked eyes with me and a faint smile crossed her lips.

"Seeing as how this top hardly does anything anyway, I might as well join you."

With that, she untied the string behind her neck and lowered the top, rotating it around until the back knot was between her boobs and untied that too. Her boobs were larger than the other women and certainly paler in color although the tan lines she had were starting to blend in with the rest of her skin. A short time later I could hear the change in timber of the boat engines as we approached a small mooring buoy above the crystal clear water. Looking down, the water was blue and you could see all the way to a sandy patch on the bottom. Once the boat was tied up and had stopped rocking you could even see fish moving across the nearby coral heads. I was so pumped to get in the water.

Liz, Sandra and Amanda had gotten up and retied their bikini tops and all 5 of us moved back to the rear platform area to get ready for our dive.

As Katie had warned us, the overhead sun with the lack of breeze made it quite toasty on the boat. The idea of putting on a black wetsuit and standing around didn't sound too appealing. I dunked into the water at one of the rear platform ladders to find the water as warm as a bath. I decided to go without the wetsuit and soon everyone else agreed.

The divemasters helped us each into our gear. I couldn't help but notice that Delwyn was more than happy to assist the women while Katie worked with Ben and me. Once we were situated, Katie gave our last briefing.

"This is how its going to work. Delwyn will get into the water first. I'll help each of you take a giant stride off the back platform. Your BCD will be partially inflated so you'll just bob at the surface. Once everyone's in the water I'll jump in too. We'll descend as a group. I'm going to be with Jack and Ben, holding onto one of their straps. Delwyn will hold onto a strap of Liz and Sandra. Amanda will be between Liz and her mom and directly across from Delwyn. Once we're all ready we'll dump air from our BCDs and start down. We'll go very slowly so that each person can equalize their ear pressure. If you feel that you need to go a little slower just put your hand out flat and we'll stop for a moment to equalize. The sandy bottom is only at 25 feet here so no one should have too much difficulty, you all did so well in the pool. We'll land on the bottom and just sit on our knees in the sand until everyone is comfortable. Remember, this is going to be the most fun you've ever had. Just remember to relax and most importantly, BREATHE!"

I don't know if it was the excitement or the wonder of everything we saw but the first dive just seemed to fly by. It didn't appear that anyone had any trouble getting to the bottom. Once there we had a chance to practice controlling our buoyancy, hanging motionless in the water. At first Sandra kept a tight grip on Delwyn's hand but soon even she had let go. We all stayed together as a group and Katie led us over to a nearby coral head to begin our exploration.

Thirty minutes later we were floating on the surface at the back of the boat and taking turns climbing up the ladders. Everyone was talking at once, we were so excited. In retrospect the dive was pretty basic but at the time it was the best ever. We'd seen lots of reef fish, a lobster and even a small moray eel. Katie and Delwyn were smiling as we each described our favorite parts of the dive.

Beside me, Liz was shrugging out of her BC while she was talking to Amanda. In doing so, her left breast slipped out of its restraint in the minimal bikini top. Delwyn's smile seemed even bigger. So did mine. I motioned to her about what had happened. 

"Damn it," she said. "That must have happened 5 times during the dive. This suit just wasn't made for too much moving around."

I was a little surprised when she just reached back and undid it.

"I hope no one minds," she said with a laugh, folding up the bit of material and taking it back up to our gear back where she stowed it away.

I was happy to see Amanda and Sandra do the same thing with their tops too, this time putting them completely away.

Katie started laughing.

"You know, I'd expect something like this back home in Australia. We're a bit more laid back down under but this isn't usual for you North Americans. I'm impressed."

"Well then you should feel free to join us," shot back Amanda, "or are you not that laid back?"

"We've been known to get pretty relaxed on the boat at times. We even run a clothing optional charter for a group that comes down every December, taking them diving and to one of the nearby islets for lunch. They have a great time and sometimes the crew even joins in."

"Well then you all wouldn't be bothered if we wanted to go without suits during our surface interval?" asked Sandra.

Delwyn laughed.

"You can dive naked if you want. But remember, we're not responsible for any injury to dangling bits. There are barracuda in the water here and they don't have the best eyesight."

I shuddered at that vision. Not a pretty thought at all. I watched Amanda, Sandra and Ben all strip off the bathing suits they still had on. I decided that I'd follow suit (or unsuit as it were) but would probably put it back on before the next dive.

My wife had a huge smile on her face as she watched me slide the barely there thong down my legs. She was quick to whip hers off too. It felt so liberating and unrestricted. A beautiful day, bright sunshine, Caribbean clear water and gorgeous naked friends. Katie, who had climbed back up to the bridge called down.

"We'll take a slow cruise to the next dive site and that should only take about 15 minutes. We'll still need to stay out of the water for another 30 minutes so enjoy the ride and the sun."

Yes, this was truly a great vacation.



Away to the Bahamas Ch. 04



You know that feeling you get when you realize that you've reached the half way point of a vacation? That's right. You've got a bit of a depression knowing that the "real world" will soon snatch you back and whisk you away from the freewheeling life of one who does nothing more than travel and relax. Yes, I could get use to living this kind of life.

Liz and I had escaped to the Bahamas for a relatively spontaneous vacation. This one was heavy on the beach activities as should be the case in a place like this. We'd even taken an "Discover Diving" course getting our first exposure to what we would grow to love, exploring the undersea world. What also made this trip different from out others was a chance to enjoy nude recreation. Liz had started things out by going topless on the hotel beach. We had both gone completely nude on the day we visited one of the off shore islets that dot the waters throughout the Bahamas. This was also the first time we'd been nude in a social setting as we were joined by other people on the island at our impromptu nude beach. Topping it off was meeting a family of practicing nudists during our SCUBA experience. 

The day before we had done a "Discover SCUBA" course where you get some introductory training in scuba diving and then go with instructors to enjoy a relatively shallow dive. It turned out that the other folks on the excursion, Sandra and Dave and their young adult daughter, Amanda, were no strangers to nude recreation. We ended up spending the surface interval between our dives getting a "no tan line" suntan and even did the second dive completely naked. Thank goodness the water was like a bath. Our new nudist friends were renting a beach villa near the dive operator and afterward we went to their place for some drinks and to enjoy their pool. Of course that ended up being nude too.

I found it both liberating and stimulating at the same time. The sensation of being without clothes I found to be quite pleasurable. I was glad that I could maintain some control over my dick, what with 3 very attractive naked females in constant view. But once Liz and I had gotten back to our hotel later that night, the memory of that afternoon came storming into my mind. I had a serious case of the hornies and, judging from Liz's response, she did too.

I stepped out onto the balcony of our room to spread our swimsuits out to dry. From the fourth floor level the lights of ships in the harbor were visible above the trees and the sound of the water on the beach added to the tropical night scene. Music wafted upward from the pool deck below where the sounds of the outdoor dining area mixed with the island inspired beat. A deep sense of serenity filled me as I leaned on the balcony rail.

A smooth swishing sound told me that Liz had opened the sliding door and joined me, darkness retuning as she closed the drapes and door behind her. I could feel her standing behind me, the scent of coconut from her sunscreen heralding her presence. Soft hands pressed on my back, moving up and down and applying a firm pressure to tired muscles. They slipped under the material of my shirt making making me tingle at the sensation of skin to skin contact. After a brief interval she pushed the shirt higher up my back and encouraged me to lean forward so she could lift it over my head and off my arms.

Her hands reached around to my chest playfully pulling on the hair and teasing my nipples which noticeably stiffened. I stood more upright to encourage her hands to explore further. In doing so, she pressed against my back with her chest and I immediately knew that she was bare breasted, her large fleshy orbs squeezing against my own bare back.

My hands reached back in a reverse hug and as they found her waist and hips it was readily apparent that she was completely naked. I wanted to turn around and envelope her in my arms but she whispered to stay as I was, facing away from her. Hands continued to explore my chest, raking with fingers. They soon migrated further down, slipping under the waistband of my shorts. My cock had already started stirring and, since I had gone commando after our afternoon nude pool party, it was soon rigid and stiff. Liz unsnapped the clasp and slid her hands around to each side easing them down and freeing my hardon.

One hand pumped up and down the length of its shaft making it swell to its maximum length. The other, reaching around from the opposite side cupped my ball sac, fingers gently rolling the nuts and fingernails lightly grazing the most sensitive skin.

My own hands were reaching back and lightly stoking the soft skin of her lower belly and the bare area above her shaved pussy. Liz moved her legs slightly apart giving my probing fingers access to her slippery slit. She was clearly turned on. She did not protest this time when I turned around to face her, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss.

The faint light from below was just enough to illuminate the outline of her naked body, her large breasts topped by pert nipples. I turned her around so that her back was against the railing and wall of our balcony, the towel I had placed there before protecting her back and butt from the stonework. Her hands slid out along the top rail supporting her upper body as I dropped to my knees in front of her pussy.

The aroma of her heat had my head spinning with desire. As my tongue began to lick up and down the outer lips of her pussy she lifted her left leg setting it on my shoulder to give me deeper penetration with my tongue. I could hear her breathing quicken each time I would glide over the swollen clit but I wanted to tease her a bit and bring her to the edge but not over it. Up and down the protruding lips and as deep as my tongue would go, I continued to explore and stimulate her cunt. It took very little time until I could feel her beginning to squirm even more, pushing her clit against me to encourage attention its way. A circular pattern of intense stimulation can send her into the heavens and shortly she was grabbing my head and pulling my face even tighter against her cooch. I know her gasps and vocalizations could be heard by anyone on neighboring balconies and maybe even by people dining below us. I just figured that we'd be hidden in the darkness.

Recovering from her orgasm she helped me to my feet and pulled me close to her, my cock pressed upward against her belly. She perched herself on the lip of the balcony wall which placed her pussy even with my dick which easily sank to its full length in her wetness. Her arms were wrapped around my neck preventing her from falling backward, not a pleasant thought from this fourth floor balcony.

I was so turned on from eating her out that I was ready to cum in only a few strokes. That and the excitement of fucking her out on the edge of an open balcony 4 floors above an open air restaurant full of diners. I wondered what someone might think if they looked up and could make out the outline of our "on the edge" lovemaking. I couldn't contain the grunts as I shot my load deep in her love slash.

As the waves of pleasure subsided we both started to giggle. Yes this Bahamian vacation had opened up new opportunities and experiences. 

What new things would the next day bring?

After a joint shower we got dressed for a late dinner. I loved watching Liz put on a halter style sundress over her bare breasts. At home she would never have considered going braless. Here she was wearing only the thong bikini bottom I had purchased for her and the thin fabric of the dress over her tanned skin.

Walking through the hotel lobby toward the restaurant we stopped to look at the activity desk about something to do the next day.

"What about this?", asked Liz, holding up a brochure about boat rentals.

Over dinner we perused the pamphlet. They offered rental of a small motor boat for either a half or whole day to explore the area around the island or head out to explore some of the smaller cays. That would be just the thing for us on our last full day in the Bahamas and, on the way back from dinner, we made a reservation with the concierge.

What was unusual the next morning is that Liz was up well before me, getting ready for our boating day. She had already brought me a big cup of coffee and was getting things together from the deck for our excursion. We had decided to have breakfast in the hotel dining room that morning and she had ordered up a lunch basket to take with us.

I pulled on some shorts and a t-shirt, slipped on my flip flops and grabbed my sunglasses and a hat and we were out the door. The continental breakfast in the hotel was all we needed that morning and our lunch was ready to go in a small cooler the kitchen had fixed up for us.

Since we had to go through a briefing with the rental company before they'd let us go with the boat we decided to catch a cab to take us to the East Bay Yacht basin and, since it was early, we made great time. Marcus met us at the office and led the way to a floating platform were a number of boats were tied up. There was a wide range of craft from dual motor sport fishing pangas to sailboats. We certainly didn't need anything quite that big for our day outing and, while I have done a little sailing in the past, I wasn't ready for that much work on our last day of this vacation. We had reserved a See doo Challenger 180, an eighteen foot jet drive boat. Really its just a grown up version of a personal water craft. I had driven the same boat on one of the lakes in our home state.

I could tell Marcus was pleased that we were at least a little knowledgeable about operating a boat in the water. We went over the systems and the radio. Their boats were equipped with a GPS system and he showed us how to work through the different screens and set waypoints. He even had us untie the boat and take him on a brief tour around the marina to confirm we were competent to take it out. After some final paperwork in the office with the usual forms, releases and waivers we were ready to depart. 

Our previous island excursion had taken us to Blue Lagoon Island, leased by one of the cruise companies for their cruise ships to have an island day. Looking at the charts with Marcus we could see another island further out named Rose Island. It was about 9 miles long but in some places only several yards wide. The tidal fluctuations are minimal here but with even a little storm surge parts of the island would be under water. We plotted a course to take us out of the marina, around the western end of Rose Island and then run to the east on the northern side of the island. We would then either land on one of the eastern beaches of Rose Island or go a bit further offshore to Green Cay. The Challenger was a perfect boat for this kind of trip since it has such a shallow draft. Fortunately for us the weather was perfect with hardly a breeze and a calm surface. Reports were that the high pressure system that we were enjoying would continue for the next several days.

Liz had gone in the marina store and stocked up on a couple of jugs of water and a bag of ice for the cooler on the boat. She cast of the lines and then jumped aboard and we slowly putted our way out of the marina. Since is was about 9 o'clock things were starting to get busy with water taxis and day trip boats loading up and heading out. The sun was already making me sweat and the slow going in the harbor wasn't enough of a breeze to cool things off. I pulled off my shirt so it wouldn't get to wet from perspiration and shortly felt Liz's hands spreading lotion on my back.

"Gonna be a hot day today," she said, "We need to be sure to keep plenty of sunscreen on."

Ten minutes later we had cleared the harbor and I could give it a little more gas. I kind of enjoyed the slow pace and the views of Paradise Island as we came around its eastern end. The Atlantis Resort soared above the rest of the island, even being so far from where we were going by. Some of the mega yachts in the Atlantis marina were so large that our little jet boat would have easily fit on the deck as a dingy.

Once around the island and headed toward Blue Lagoon I pushed the throttle down and took to boat up to a nice cruising speed. We were certainly lucky to have such calm conditions and I enjoyed the ride as we flew across the clear blue water under the bright sun. Glancing back I Liz I almost fell overboard!

She was sitting on the bench seat at the back of the boat putting sunscreen on. What made be jump was the fact that she had shed her top and was busy slathering the lotion across her bare breasts. I gave a wolf whistle in appreciation to which she smiled and playfully shook her chest making her boobs sway back and forth. My dick immediately responded.

Even though the water was relatively smooth the boat would occasionally bounce on the surface and this was translated into bouncing of her chest. I had a hard time concentrating on driving the boat and not turning around to admire her beauty, stealing glances back as she applied the suntan oil. When I did look back a short time later she was bent over getting something out of her bag which was stowed under the bench seat. Sitting back up I realized she wasn't getting anything out of her bag, she was putting something away.....her entire bikini. She was completely naked on the back seat of the little boat.

Looking at the GPS track of our trip so far we had past the western tip of Athol island and were north of Pearl island headed to the cut between Blue Lagoon Island and Rose Island. There were a few other boats out with the nearest in front of us headed toward Blue Lagoon. I stood up to get a better view of the water and to stretch my legs. We were getting close to the wake of the large catamaran in front of us and I throttled down a bit to smooth out the ride across the little waves.

I felt Liz's hands on my waist. She had gotten up and moved to stand behind me. In a flash she grabbed the band of my board shorts and yanked them down to my ankles, laughing.

"I declare this to be a naked day," she spoke into my ear.

She leaned down to pull them off my ankles and then took them back to our bags, putting them with her own discarded bathing suit.

Since we were nearing the boat in front of us, I sat back down in the driver's seat and she joined my in the front passenger chair. While seated we would likely appear as just another boating couple except for Liz's toplessness. Our course would take us behind the other boat, passing about 30 yards to their stern. I tossed Liz a towel thinking that she'd hold it up over her chest. Instead she leaned forward and spread it out on the seat back behind her. My wife was now a true exhibitionist.

The boat we passed was the same one we had taken to our Island excursion a couple days earlier. It was a three level catamaran with open middle and top decks. It was a bit more crowded than on our day and day trippers lined the upper deck railing, many watching us pass by.

I kicked the throttle up to maximum speed and we shot over the trailing wake of the larger boat, bouncing as we passed. I could see a number of folks waving to use as we passed and Liz rewarded them with an exuberant return wave. A few camera flashes signaled that we would be gracing several vacation albums in the near future.

They were soon in our wake and we continued through the cut between Blue Lagoon island and Rose Island, then turned to the east to parallel the north coast of Rose. A small islet rose out of the water to the north and the GPS had this named at Sandy Cay. It was barely more than sand rising out of the horizon with some trees but, at Liz's direction, we decided to go check it out. It was a bit over a mile and a half ahead of us and shortly I was cutting back the throttle as we neared the shallow water. \ 

Liz moved up to the bow of the boat, standing on the front seats to get a better view of coral heads lurking under the surface. She had taken hold of one of the front lines to steady herself. I quickly grabbed the camera to capture this picturesque image of her naked beauty commanding the boat and leading us to our private island. She willingly posed and I looked forward to enjoying those images as reminders of this great trip.

The way to the beach was easily passed and, after slowing, I cut the engines and let the boat drift in until the bow gently snugged against the sand. Together we jumped out onto the beach and with some effort, pulled the little boat partway up. A long line at the bow let me tie onto a nearby palm tree. I didn't think we had to worry too much about the boat floating away but better safe than sorry.

"Do you want something to put on before we walk around?" I asked my wife.

"Why?" she responded, "Are you bothered by my being naked?"

I only smiled at her and, grabbing her hand, we set out to walk around the tiny islet.

It was readily evident that this was used as a fishing camp. A couple of makeshift shelters had been lashed together with rope and driftwood. Boards on top of metal drums made makeshift tables and there was a fire pit in the middle of the "camp" Judging from the lack of footprints and the appearance of rain drops on the sand, no one had visited the islet in some time. It was only a short distance to the other side of the island; you could see from one beach to the other side, and as we stepped out onto the open sand the rougher surf on the windward side of the island welcomed us with the sound of water rushing on sea shells. This was a true island paradise and we were completely alone.

Strung between two palm trees at the edge of the beach there was a faded hammock. Liz led me by the hand toward it and, after cleaning off some palm fronds and shaking out the sand she sat down sideways looking out toward the water. I knelt down in front of her, our faces together where we shared a passionate kiss.

Her skin was slick with the suntan oil she had applied during our trip over and the aroma of coconut added to the tropical allure. Her hands were slippery on my back as she wrapped them around me, pulling my face harder against hers. My tongue explored hers, breaking away only to kiss her neck and shoulders. My hands roamed to her breasts, pulling and pinching the erect nipples until my mouth moved to suck them in, teasing the nubs of sensitive flesh with my tongue and lips.

Liz leaned back in the hammock, each arm stretched out to the side, opening her body to my caresses. I used my tongue to guide the way, licking the skin of her heaving tits, feeling their heaviness against my face. A downward path led my to her belly where her skin was warm and wet. Our animalistic tendancies combined with the heat and sun to make both of us shiny with sweat and oil. I followed a trail of her perspiration as it led me to the heaven between her legs.

The heat from her pussy was intense. As I drank in its alluring aroma I saw her move her hands to her own breasts to pull and stimulate her nipples. Her eyes were closed. Reaching up, I took her left hand in mind and guided it down to her pussy, encouraging her fingers to rub and twirl on her clit as I blew gently across the hot flesh.

I was so turned on watching her self pleasure and reached down to feel my own cock, thickening with blood at the scene.

Her right fingers became more deliberate in their movement and her face showed that she was concentrating her attention on an approaching orgasm. Leaning back, propped on my knees I was transfixed, watching my beloved pulling and kneading her breasts with one hand while the other was busy on her clit. My own right hand wrapped around the turgid shaft of my cock and I stroked up and down its length, transfixed on the sight of my wife diddling herself on this open beach.

Her breathing quickened and her fingers danced faster and faster on her love button. She had pulled both knees up opening her bare pussy, now slick with her juice. A panting sound came from her pursed lips and became progressively louder and more urgent.




Away to the Bahamas Ch. 04



"God, yes, yes, yes."

She thrashed in the hammock as she started to cum. My hand flew up and down my dick and moments later my own orgasm swelled up from the bottom of my ball sack. Cum shot from the red, swollen and shiny head spurting across her chest and belly. I grunted with each spray of spunk, another glob arching through the air and landing on her chin. Squeezing the last, I rubbed the head of my cock against her still swollen clit making her jump with after shocks.

Exhausted, I laid back in the sand, fully exposed in the hot sunshine. Liz stood from the hammock and laid down on top of me, our love juices mixing with the sweat from being in the heat. We lay there together for a brief time finally summoning up the energy to help each other up and wade out into the water to wash ourselves off and cool down.

"Do you want to stay here on this island or just keep exploring in the boat?" I asked.

"Since we've got it all day long why don't we just keep going? "We can check out Rose Island and even head across toward Coco Cay." 

Back at our boat, Liz climbed in while I untied the bow line and pushed us back into the water, jumping aboard as the little jetboat floated free. We hadn't bothered to get dressed and, seeing as how there were no other boats around, we decided just to stay naked.

Our approach to Rose Island was deliberately slow. The water is laced with coral heads some of which are fairly close to the surface. Even though the Challenger has a shallow draft I didn't want to test my luck. Nearing the shore we turned east to parallel its coast. Broad expanses of white sand lined the water's edge. It was now around 10 o'clock in the morning and the sun was high above. This made it easier to recognize the dark outlines of reef in the water and alter our course accordingly. I was standing up to have a better line of sight, Liz now sitting in the front cockpit of the boat soaking up the sun. She was taking this opportunity to reapply her sunscreen and I was hard pressed to keep an alert eye on the water rather than to her naked form in front of me smoothing the lotion across her chest and legs. I happily pointed out areas she needed to concentrate on which she did willingly.

Liz then moved back behind me to make sure I was protected too. I almost lost control once when she was slathering lotion on my joystick.

The surface of the sea continued to be flat calm. To our right the beach was bright white sand stretching out in front of us and seemingly untouched by humans. That is until we could make out the outline of people walking along ahead. We were just putt-putting along at a leisurely pace and the engine of the Challenger was particularly quiet. Even though the water was calm I'm sure the sound of small waves rolling onto the sand was enough to cover the sound of our approach. I sat down so as not to potentially offend the beach walkers with my nudity but as it turns out I don't think they would have been too bothered. Getting closer I could see that the four walkers were also naked.

Liz moved from her sunning position at the front to join me standing at the wheel. I figured it would be better to let these folks know that we had no problem with their clotheslessness. Our boat pulled even with the people on the beach and, as they saw us pass, we exchanged waves. I heard one of he women call out to us.

"Love your swim suits!"

"Same to you," Liz yelled back.

We continued motoring along the beach. The island is quite long but very narrow, in some places where there were few trees you could see to the other side.

"Babe," Liz said, "I need a little break. Let's see if we can find a nice spot to go ashore and stretch our legs. Maybe you want to stretch something too."

She suggestively grinned at me.

I was ready for a break too and this would be a great place to stop for lunch.