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St. Martin Adventure Ch. 01

By: jbsecretagent24



We were young and in love. Only newlyweds, we had not had much opportunity to travel outside of the United States. Sure there were trips to the beach in our home state of North Carolina and we'd gone to Florida to visit family but otherwise we were pretty naïve when it came to international exploration. That's why we were so excited about this upcoming trip to St. Martin.

I had an uncle who had a time share and, when his health problems prevented him from taking his scheduled trip, he offered it to us at his regular rate. Now, this happened a long time ago when you could still travel to the Caribbean using only your birth certificate and picture ID. It sucks for folks nowadays who might have an unexpected opportunity but don't have a passport. It was stretching our budget to come up with the airfare but given the relative cheap cost of lodging we decided we could do it.

Our travel day was pretty typical. Up at O-dark thirty to get to the Raleigh airport with a plane change in San Juan. An hour later we're at the St. Martin airport. My uncle had suggested we get a rental car and I had found the cheapest rate available. I found out why when the guy pulls up in our vehicle. It was a POS soft top jeep like truck. I'm pretty sure there were more holes in the top than tread on the tires. Still, all we needed it to do was get us around a pretty small island. Plus, we didn't have to worry about anyone stealing this crappy car.

The road to the resort was full of twists and turns and not a few goats and donkeys. At least the brakes worked and we arrived without putting the impression of an ass on the already dented bumper of the car. I made sure to tell the valet to be careful with our ride as he drove off to the parking area.

The Mullet Bay resort would be our home base of the next week. I was completely surprised when we arrived. There was no waiting to check in, the front desk staff had all of our paperwork ready and the unit where we would be staying was ready. We wouldn't have to wait around until late afternoon. In fact, because the resort was at a low occupancy level, they had changed us to another one bedroom unit that was oceanfront! This is unheard of for us. It must be our lucky day.

Armed with a map of the resort, our small travel bags over our shoulders and a cold drink in our hands, Liz and I headed out of the lobby to find our room. The pathway from the lobby to our building took us around the pool and toward the beach. This was not a peak time for travel to the Caribbean, what with it being hurricane season, and consequently the hotel was not very crowded. The people we saw as we walked were largely older than us but we did see a few other 20 somethings scattered around on the beach. I couldn't help but notice that most of the women around the pool and on the beach were topless. Liz and I had discussed this possibility when we were making our plans but I didn't realize how excited I would be by seeing it in person.

The heat and humidity were intense at this latitude and this was made even more evident as we entered our air-conditioned condo. It was tastefully decorated in an island flavor with lots of bright colors and tropical pictures. A welcome fruit basket was on the table in the hall. Taking a quick look around there was a comfortable sitting room at the front of the unit with sliding glass doors onto our patio which opened directly onto the beach. A couple of lounge chairs were right out in front looking as if they were calling our names. In the middle of the unit was the open kitchen area that connected with the living room. At the rear was the bedroom with a king size bed and a large bath. The bedroom also had sliding doors opening to a small garden area where we could see the rear of other units and not too far away, the central pool. The bathroom had its own sliding door open to an enclosed outdoor patio about 6 feet square. This was made private by a block wall that I judged to be about 7 feet tall.

"I'm drenched in sweat," said Liz as she slung her bag off her shoulder and onto the bed. "Let's hit the beach and take a quick dip in the ocean."

By the time I had dug my suit out of my bag, Liz was already stripped down and starting to pull on her bikini. In anticipation of the trip, we had both visited the tanning salon in our home town and her already dark skin contrasted nicely against the bright blue of the bikini she was changing into. We had both used the tanning booth nude so there were only faint tanlines from our regular summer tans. I slipped on a brief speedo style suit then pulled on my board shorts. I hadn't really paid attention to what other guys were wearing on the beach since I was so engrossed in the toplessness so I was prepared to be brief if I could. Grabbing towels that were piled by the patio door we walked out to the waiting chairs.

When we first started making out plans about coming to St. Martin we had discussed the more European atmosphere on the beaches. The guidebooks indicated that topless sunbathing was common on beaches on both the French and Dutch sides of the island and there were some beaches that were completely nude. We agreed that it might be kind of exciting to experience this kind of beach especially in a place where we had complete anonymity. I was curious to see how Liz would respond here on the beach at our resort.

I didn't have to wait long to find out. At soon as she had spread her towel out on the lounger she reached behind her back, pulled the knot out of her bikini top and lifted off over her head. She winked at me as she folded the tiny piece of fabric up and tucked it under her towel then stood up proudly, her 36D boobs pointed directly at me. I smiled widely at her display giving her a double thumbs up, happy that I had a wife who was so open and comfortable in her own skin. We both try to stay active and fit but I'll be the first to admit that neither of us have magazine cover bodies.

If she was so willing to go topless the least I could do was lose the board shorts. The tight fitting speedo was appreciated since I could feel myself hardening at the sight of my wife's bare tits. The water was refreshing at 84 degrees. Cool enough to halt any embarrassing swelling in my suit and to make Liz's exposed nipples jut out expectantly.

There were some gentle waves and we enjoyed some time playing, trying to body surf and grabbing a few underwater gropes of tits and ass. By the time we were ready to go back and catch the last of the afternoon sun we had been swept down to the far end of the beach at the edge of the resort.

"Do you want to swim back up or walk from here?" I asked Liz. I was curious to see how she would respond. Other beach going women were topless but I hadn't seen anyone else walking around unencumbered by a bathing suit top.

"Lets walk," she responded. "I rather not be dripping wet when we get back to our spot."

I sensed a few gazes headed our way as we strolled the couple of hundred yards up the beach. Liz's boobs swayed seductively with each step. I would be sure to thank God for gravity and momentum. She seemed to be enjoying it too as she stretched and flexed her arms and shoulders.

Back at our loungers we settled down to read and relax, a welcome reward for a long day of travel. Just about to nod off, I was brought to attention by an approaching resort staff member. The young woman's name tag introduced her as Bridgette. Her accent suggested she was from northern Europe and the dark tan indicated she been in these tropical climes for a while.

"Can I get you guys something from the bar?" she asked.

Fruity drinks have never been my favorite, I'm kind of a beer guy, but the tropical setting, incoming waves and vision of my buxom topless wife on this public beach made me say, "Two Pina Coladas would be perfect." Bridgette smiled then turned to walk back to the bar to get our orders filled, my eyes following her departure.

"You can pull your eyes back in your head," said Liz with a laugh.

That was easier said than done since what had caught my attention was the observation that our server wore a thong bikini bottom under her waitress apron. Judging from the even tan across what peeked out she was no stranger to the thong style suit.

"She looks to be very good at what she does." My recovery was very weak. Liz affectionately swatted at me.

"You know," she said, "I ordered a bathing suit like that when we started planning this trip. I wasn't sure if you'd be okay with me wearing it."

"Babe, the only problem would be my trying to keep my hands off of you. I'd be the proudest guy out here. I think your ass is fine and I'd love to be looking at it uncovered as much as possible."

"You know," said Liz, "they do have nude beaches on this island. Do you think you'd be up to try it out? There's no one here who we know. It might be kind of fun."

"Let's do it then," I answered.

Bridgette was back with our drinks in a short time and as she was setting them on the little serving table between our chairs my wife started asking her questions.

"Bridgette, you look like you've been on this island for a while and you must enjoy spending time out on the beach and in the sun. If my husband and I wanted to find a beach that was a little more open to fewer bathing suits where would you suggest?"

She broke out in a huge smile.

"You've come to the right place to enjoy a nude beach. You know that the French side of the island has many places were people go naked and Orient Beach is one of the most famous. There are lots of people there and lots of beach activities. Sometimes it seems a little too crowded especially when cruise ships are in town. Personally, my friends and I go to Plum Bay or Long Bay beach just up the road and our most favorite place is Cupecoy beach. It is only a short drive from here. The beach is up against some rocky cliffs and the view is very dramatic. There are usually not too many people there. However, if you want food and drink you'd better bring it with you."

With her advice we made our plans for the next day. We decided that Cupecoy would be the place to go and try it out.

That first evening we enjoyed a low key dinner at one of the restaurants in the resort then an early bedtime. We were both pretty tired after and early morning alarm and a day of travel and the excitement of the next days adventure wasn't enough to keep us from an early bedtime.

We had decided to get up early the next morning and try to be some of the first people out to the beach. I was glad that we ordered a picnic lunch from the dining room and the cooler was ready for us to pick up as we finished breakfast. It was also loaded with bottled water and a bunch of Heineken for our beach day. Bridgette had drawn us a crude map that indicated were we should look for parking for Cupecoy and Long Bay beach. Our plan was to spend the morning at Cupecoy then head to Long Bay in the afternoon were there were reportedly some beach edge trees that could provide some shade.

It took a bit of time to find our rental piece of shit car. There had been no miraculous transformation overnight. Still rusty, ratty and rough. The top must do little to keep out the rain since the interior smelled a bit musty but hell, all it had to do was get up to our beach and back. Tossing in the cooler, towels and bags we were off.

Bridgette was right. We were at the turn off for the Cupecoy parking in only a couple of minutes. My heart was fluttering as we pulled to a stop and gathered our things out of the back of the truck. The parking was above a small cliff area and we had to scramble down the rocks to get to the beach. Standing at the top of the cliff we could see down to the incredible aquamarine water and the waves that gently crashed to the beach. Two other cars were already in the parking area so we knew we wouldn't be the first ones here. I gave Liz a big wink.

"Well there's no backing off now. If we don't like it we can always go back to the resort."

Careful to avoid twisting an ankle on the rock path we made it down to the sand then turned to the left to walk down the beach. As suspected, there were other folks already there and we passed by two couples laying out on towels near the cliff edge. These others were fully nude. Yes, we'd come to the right place.

I let Liz lead the way and pick out a place to set out stuff out. I didn't know if she would want to move as far down the beach as we could go or would stay more central in location. As it turns out she only went about 50 feet further down the shoreline and then stopped. I was a bit surprised as she immediately shrugged off her shirt and shorts then quickly untied and removed both parts of her bikini. All this before even spreading out her towel.

"God this feels fantastic," she said.

It looked damned fantastic too.

My eyes kept scanning up and down the beach as I joined her in getting naked. Watching her squat down to spread her towel out made it difficult to not get too excited. I certainly didn't want to pop a hard on out here on a "public" beach.

We spent the next few hours having a great beach day. It was certainly more enjoyable applying sunscreen on each other and I quickly realized how much better it is swimming and drying off without having a wet, sandy swimsuit chaffing and rubbing. We even braved getting up and walking up and down the beach a bit after we saw other couples doing the same thing. Liz got many appreciative glances as her large breasts swayed with each step on the soft sand. Whenever I felt that I couldn't keep my cock from responding to this excitement I would take a quick dip in the ocean until things cooled off.

A few clouds had gathered and our sunny day was interrupted by occasional shadows. It even smelled like we could get a shower so Liz and I decided to gather up our things and drive around. That way we could either enjoy our picnic lunch back in the room or find some other place after the squall blew through. It was tough pulling clothes on again after the freedom of the morning.

It looked like most other folks had the same idea as we loaded our junk into the piece of shit car. The small parking area was almost completely empty. Rather that head right back toward the resort we decided to continue around the island. That way we could check out a couple of other beaches that Bridgette had told us about.

Well, that storm raced across the end of the island right on top of us. The nice thing about a squall is that they can be very brief. This one only lasted 10 minutes or so. The down side is they can dump a lot of water in that short time and, in our crappy jeep like vehicle we were soaked in a matter of seconds. I wasn't sure if the windshield wipers would be better on the inside or the outside of the car. There was no problem with water pooling on the floor. The rust holes let it drain right out. As soon as the storm blew past the sun was back out in blistering intensity and the humidity soared. It was downright uncomfortable.

A turn out on the road pointed to the left and indicated that "Baie Longue" (Long Bay Beach) was just around the corner. Pulling into the parking area we could see the surf on a sandy beach through the trees, so inviting.

"Hey," I said. "This damned key won't come out of the steering column."

This car was starting to infuriate me. I turned, jiggled, pushed and pulled but to no avail. It was stuck and going nowhere.

"Should we go back or just leave it?"

"I pretty sure no one in their right mind would steal this worthless pile of bolts. I say let's just leave it. If we're lucky someone will steal it."

Our towels were pretty wet. Our clothes were soaked. Liz's bag of beach supplies held almost a quart of water. Fortunately the cooler with our lunch was waterproof. We could at least eat.

A short walk through the trees dumped us out onto a brilliant stretch of white sand with few protruding rocks. Low trees lined the edge of the beach and, further up the shoreline, we could see where private villas faced the water. There were a scattering of other people on the beach toward the homes and even from this distance I could see that the dress code was like Cupecoy. We'd be fine going naked here.

I tried to wring out as much water from our towels before spreading them out on the sand. They were still pretty damp but at least we'd have a place to sit while eating lunch.

Liz was undressed in a flash.

"I guess this nudity thing is good for you?" I asked.

She just smiled and winked. I stripped off my wet clothes and, taking hers with me, took them up the the bushes that lined the beach where we had set up, spreading them out over the branches knowing they would dry quickly in this sun. We took some time making sure we applied liberal amounts of sunscreen. This is a lot easier done when naked and a lot more fun when helping one's spouse.

Gentle surf lapped against the sandy beach as we dozed and relaxed. Since our magazines had been soaked during the rain storm we didn't have anything to read so we had plenty of time to talk, something that busy schedules had not allowed too much of. There was an occasional dip in the ocean to cool off from the sun's heat and a chance to play around a bit with the privacy of the water's depth. Yeah, a lot of grabbing and groping. If it hadn't been for the few beach strollers I pretty sure Liz would have gone the distance. 

"How about we take a walk?", asked Liz. "I've gotten excited watching these other people walk the length of the beach nude. Since we're nudists now I think we should try it out before we head back to the resort."

"Let me go shake out our towels and give them a chance to dry out before we go."

A ton of sand came off the towels as I shook them and spread them out on the bushes by our clothes and set our flip flops and cooler at the edge of the beach.

Hand in hand we set out along the water's edge. It was certainly erotic strolling naked in this tropical setting. Even with the clearing afternoon weather the beach was sparsely populated and it was several hundred yards before we passed some other people. I gathered from overhearing their conversation that they were French, two young women with 3 young children. All were a naked as we were, the little ones under the shade of an umbrella digging in the sand and the mothers sunning while keeping and eye out. We smiled and nodded as we passed. 

"Somehow I don't see my mom taking me and my brothers to the beach like that," laughed Liz.

I guess the reason this is named Baie Longue is that it is, well, long. The sand stretched out ahead of us with a gentle curve. There were villas that faced the beach and water and we couldn't help but look and dream of one day being able to afford to come back and stay at one of these picturesque homes. It appeared that most were unoccupied what with this being the "off season". However, we did pass several where we could see people lounging around a beachside pool. I must have been pretty relaxed since I almost forgot about being naked as we walked by. Toward the far end of the beach where we were about to turn back there was a particularly spectacular home. Its oceanfront side was a pale cream color with lots of glass and an open air porch that had steps that led down to a pool deck. Liz and I couldn't help but walk up to the edge of the property to get a better look. The house appeared empty. The lounge chairs around the pool had been stacked up as had the porch furniture.

"Want to take a closer look?" asked Liz.

I was a little nervous about poking around a house that we weren't staying in much less the fact that we'd be doing it naked. Still, the place looked spectacular and I was curious to get a closer look at the pool and patio area.

"Sure, let's take a look"

There were steps up from the beach on either side of a wall that set 8 or so feet above the sand. The pool was amazing. There were large white paver stones that covered the entire outdoor patio and pool deck. Even in the bright sunlight the surface wasn't too hot for our bare feet. The pool itself was a basic rectangle that I guess was about 40 by 20 feet. However, what made the pool special was the infinity edge that faced the ocean. I could see that the water would spill over the edge on down the wall we saw from the beach into a low channel. From the patio side the edge of the pool water seemed to blend in with the ocean. There was only a subtle difference in blue water color.


St. Martin Adventure Ch. 01



"So what do you think?" I asked Liz, jokingly. "We'll buy this after the first 5 million is in the bank. Then we can come here on vacation every month."

"That sounds like a plan," she responded. "I'd love to have this pool deck for my nude sunbathing."

"I'd love for you to have it for that too!"

A glance at the sun made it apparent that it was late afternoon. Liz agreed that she was ready to pack stuff up and head back to the resort and I was excited about the prospect of a little "play time" in the shower before dinner. Hand in hand we started the long stroll back up the beach to our stuff.

"Have we gone too far?" asked Liz after we had walked a while.

"I don't think so," I replied, "I haven't seen where I laid our wet clothes over the branches to dry."

A bit further on we passed a house that I clearly remember was past our spot.

"We must have walked by it," I said to Liz.

Turning back we paid particular attention to the bushes that lined the beach. This was where I had spread out things to dry.

"This has got to be the spot," said Liz. "I remember having to walk around that rock to get to the water and you can just make out the path to the parking lot. But, I don't see any of our stuff."

I started to get a bit nervous. Fortunately, we hadn't brought anything valuable to the beach having left wallets and camera back at the room. We were missing our books, sunscreen, towels and more importantly, our clothes. I poked around in the bushes to see if things had blown away or if someone had tossed them into the weeds but nothing was there.

"What about the car?" asked Liz, worriedly.

"Remember, I couldn't get the key out of the ignition. Jeez, I hope its still there."

We walked quickly to the path leading to the parking lot.

"I'm not going to the parking lot naked," said Liz, almost in tears. "What are we going to do if they stole the car?"

"It was such a piece of shit vehicle anyway, I can't imagine that anybody would give it a second look but let me go check before we start getting too panicked."

By this time of afternoon there weren't too many people left on the beach. In fact the only others I could see were down at the far end where we'd stopped to look at the pool. I had to walk about 50 yards down the path to get to the parking area and fortunately no one was coming up the path. 

Our luck suddenly got better as I saw the car where we had left it. Opening the door I saw the key still in place and was rewarded with the sound of the engine turning over as I started it up. Looking around the little SUV was unrewarding for any clothing or blanket. All I could find was the smelly, wet floor carpet.

I drove the car down to the opening to the path then got out and walked back to the beach where Liz was waiting.

"Good news is that the car is still there and running. Bad news, there's nothing to put on. No towels, no nothing."

"Well," smiled Liz, "we've been naked all day, I guess we'll be naked a bit longer for the drive back to the resort. Our problems will be getting from the car back to the room and then trying to get into the room without a key. It was in my bag with our lunch."

I was pretty sure that we could get back to the resort without too much trouble. Even sitting in the truck Liz's shoulders just came up to the bottom of the window so, unless we were stopped in traffic next to taller vehicles, anybody looking would think I was driving without a shirt and Liz was wearing a strapless bikini top. The parking lot at the resort was just off the main road while our room was on the beach. I thought that we would be able to park and then make our way down the side of the buildings to get to the beach entrance of our room. That's when we would have to rely on some luck. We'd go past the edge of the pool so maybe we could snag a couple of towels

With a wink, Liz climbed in the car.

"Come on, nudiboy," she said. "I'm ready to go."

As I said earlier, the resort was not too far from the beach where our things were taken. We wouldn't have to go through any towns or villages. There were no stoplights or signs to slow things down. A couple of times we passed people walking along the road, likely on their way home from work. Some would turn to look as we passed, no doubt looking to see if they might catch a ride. We were clearly not stopping for hitchhikers. 

It only took about 15 minutes to get back to our hotel. I had a hard time keeping my eyes on the road since every little bump in the road made Liz's ample boobs bounce and sway. And it was a very bumpy ride. I managed to hit every pothole and rock I could. This view had an unexpected effect on me because in only a few minutes I had a huge hard on. Liz just laughed.

"Looks like you need some help driving," she teased. "I'll take care of the gear shift."

Her hand wrapped around my stiff dick and she gave it a few playful tugs.

"You'd better be careful," I laughed, "that thing could go off without warning."

"Well, you better keep it loaded until we get back to the room. Then you can have some target practice."

We were almost back to the resort. I could see the trees lining the entranceway ahead. A large truck was trying to turn into the gate and looked like it was having some difficulty, backing up and pulling ahead to make the sharp turn. As a consequence, we ended up having to stop and wait for it to make its turn. I did manage to stay back a bit from the turn to make our current situation less of a distraction for the driver. As he made his final turn he gave a little honk and wave to us for being patient. Liz waved back and for a second I think he may have gotten an eyeful of my wife's chest. I quickly drove into through the gate and then turned into the parking area to the right and located and empty space all the way at the far edge of the lot and near the back wall of one of the resort buildings. A walking path went along the edge of the property from the lot to the beach and even from here we could see the ocean water. Only a hundred yards to go.

The sandy pathway was about 4 feet wide with the side of one of the buildings along the left and a row of hedges about 8 feet tall on the right. Halfway down, past the front edge of the building, there was a gap on the left where one of the pool areas was located. We would have to get past that opening to emerge on the beach right next to our unit.

"Are you ready?" I asked Liz with a wink.

"If no one is around the pool let's grab a couple of towels."

"And if there are people around the pool?"

"Then we just keep looking straight ahead and walk with purpose straight to the beach."

With a thorough check of the parking lot we jumped out of the car and, hand in hand, walked quickly down the path. The sound of tropical music boomed ahead of us. I was pretty sure the area around the pool would not be empty. At the edge of the building we stopped to peek around the corner and reassess the situation.

Apparently, late afternoon was the time when the resort hosted the weekly fashion show cocktail party. About 30 people were milling around the pool deck and watching as models walked through the group wearing different types of resort clothing.

"Shit," said Liz, "I guess we just keep on going?"

"Maybe everyone will be busy looking at the models and won't notice us. Let's just get it over with."

We stayed glued to the hedge line as we struck out. I put myself between Liz and the crowd trying t be chivalrous. I don't know if it was the heat of the day or what but I found that my dick was pleasantly at its longest flaccid length. Hey, if I was going to have to be seen naked by a bunch of strangers at least they'd know I was a guy.

Our pace was fast and deliberate. I did manage to steal a glace to my left as we passed the halfway point and glimpsed the open mouthed gape of an older woman who had a "what the fuck" expression on her face. But in just a moment we were out of view and rounded the corner of the building on the beach right by our room's patio.

Finally we'd made it. Right back where we'd left that morning from our own room. Liz whipped around and literally jumped up, holding around my neck and wrapping her legs around me, her tits mashed against my chest and her tongue jammed into my mouth.

"That was so exciting," she breathed lustily, "I need you to fuck me right now."

"Do you want to go inside the room or right here on the patio in front of that couple walking on the beach," I whispered.

Her head whipped around. In our haste to get on the patio we had completely ignored the beach in front of us. Sure enough a guy and girl, about our age were standing at the waters edge and looking directly at us.

Liz slid down and turned to face them gave a little smile and wave then broke out laughing. I mean, what else was there to do after the adventure of the afternoon. I checked the sliding door and was relieved to find that it was unlocked.

Two seconds later we were in the room and Liz was immediately on her knees with my rapidly hardening dick in her mouth. This girl was turned on and I was going to be enjoying this pre dinner treat!



St. Martin Adventure Ch. 02



I couldn't believe how turned on Liz was after our day spent nude on the beach and, having had our clothes and towels stolen, driving back to the resort and walking back to our room completely naked. All in all we were lucky that we hadn't gotten stranded on that remote beach. If there's any consolation to having the crappy rental car that we were driving it was that it was too crappy to be of any interest to a car thief.

Liz's face was flushed in the low candle light of the restaurants patio. It was had to tell if this was from our first full day in the Caribbean sun or from the physical activity we had engaged in after getting back to the room.

"So what do you want to do tomorrow?" I asked.

"Well, this is the place for the beach so I want another beach day."

"Any idea which beach then?"

"The bar girl, Bridgette, mentioned Orient Bay and I found it on a map in the room. It's a bit further away than Long Bay. I say we try that one."

I smiled at her. "I'm guessing it's your choice because of the dress code."

"I'll admit it," she laughed, "I loved the feeling of being naked on the beach, seeing other people naked and being seen. Does it bother you?"

"In fact I had a great time mainly because we were together. Now I've done a little bit of research on Orient Bay. It's a lot more developed than where we were yesterday. I'm pretty sure there will be a lot more people and I'm also pretty sure there will be a lot more gawkers. Is that going to be a problem?"

"I'm kind of excited about it!"

After the excitement of the day and the energetic lovemaking once back in our condo we were both ready to get to sleep early. I had some trouble falling asleep what with the anticipation of the next day but I think the wine we had with dinner finally kicked in and the next thing I knew bright sunshine spread across the bedroom and I could hear Liz in the bathroom.

I went in to take a leak and found her perched on the side of the Jacuzzi shaving her legs and pubic area. She had always kept her bush trim during the summer time when she wore bathing suits. I didn't pay much attention to what she was doing although it seemed like a lot of shaving cream.

Once back in the other room I slipped on some shorts and a T-shirt and waited for her. Her liberal use of sunscreen the day before had worked well; there was no red skin anywhere on her body. I was glad we had "pre tanned" before this trip. She grabbed a beach cover up and pulled it over her head.

"I'm ready," she said.

"That's it?" I asked. "Commando under that?"

"It comes halfway down my thighs and the arm holes aren't too big and gaping. Do you have a problem with it?"

I just laughed.

"Babe, my only problem is trying to keep myself under control knowing how close to being naked you are."

Stepping into the morning sun we were blinded by the already bright sunlight. Humidity was incredible even at this early hour and there was hardly any breeze to move the air. The water in front of us was like a swimming pool, eerily quiet with no waves on the sand. Hand in hand we strolled to the patio where breakfast was served.

With only the cover up on it was obvious to me that Liz wasn't wearing a bra. With each soft step her chest would sway from side to side and the plunge down the middle highlighted the curve of her breasts. Yes, this was how I liked to start breakfast.

There's no such thing as fast service in the Caribbean particularly when you are in a hurry. The servers seem to move even slower. We nearly sprinted back to our room to get our stuff together and head out.

In some reading I'd done the night before we learned that there are lots of restaurants along Orient Bay so we wouldn't need to pack a lunch. We did throw some water bottles in my backpack along with sunscreen, hats and my camera. I stepped into the bathroom to put on my swimsuit under my shorts and saw Liz's bikinis spread on the edge of the tub including her thong.

"Hey, do you need one of these suits?" I asked.

"I've got it taken care of," she responded.

Maybe she had gotten a new one before the trip. I was looking forward to seeing it when we went to lunch.

For such a small island we had a heck of a time getting to the beach. Orient was just about on the other side of the island from where we were staying. There are only 2 lane roads and, on top of that, it was the morning commute. We thought it would be interesting to see the "town" area of Phillipsburg where most of the shopping is located on the Dutch side of the island. In retrospect we shouldn't have come that way unless it was our goal to stay and shop. Oh well, lesson learned. By the time we got to the turn off for Orient Bay it was nearly 10 o'clock.

I had scouted out the area on a map the night before and looked for a place to park off of Rue de la Baie Orientale. This was near the southeastern end of the beach and close to a naturist resort. We had learned in our crash course in nudism that this was a term preferred by those individuals who prefer to enjoy everyday life unclothed. We were fast becoming converts.

Once parked, we gathered up our things and headed toward the beach. Even though it was later than we had intended the beach was not too crowded. Walking out onto the sand we stopped to survey the area. To the left, the beach stretched out for at least a mile, curving gently against an incredible azure sea. There were scattered groups of beach umbrellas and loungers in clusters along the strand. To the right a resort of low, single story bungalows framed the waters edge with yellow umbrellas up and down the sand, not quite as densely populated as in the other direction. A large sign informed us that this was the famous Club Orient.

"So what do you think?" I asked. "Everything I read says the area to the right is where the nudist resort is located. That's probably our best bet."

"Then that's where I want to be."

Liz led the way and I almost had to jog to keep up with her. I mentioned earlier about seeing all the yellow umbrellas on the beach and as we got level with them I was obvious we'd come to the right place. There weren't too many spots that were occupied but the people that were there we all naked. And from the looks of the dark tans had been for quite some time.

"I'm not sure we can take an umbrella and chair if we're not guests," said Liz.

"Let's go down to the building down there," I said, pointing further along the beach. "It looks like a water sports desk and maybe we can see if they rent them."

The sign said Dolphin Watersports and as we stepped up to the counter a young man stood up to greet us.

"Can I help you?" he asked with a hint of a french accent.

I explained that we wanted to see about renting chairs and an umbrella for the day. He smiled as he spoke.

"No problem," he responded. "You do know where you are right?"

My wife smiled back.

"That's why we're here."

He turned to grab some paper work and at the same time, Liz set down her tote bag and in one fluid motion pulled the cover up she had been wearing over her head and stuffed it into the bag. She wore exactly what she had on when I saw her put it on in our room. Nothing.

The guy turned back around with the forms and a huge smile stretched across his face.

"Yes, it does look like you came prepared. It's usually $25 US per person per day but I'm going to give you my special rate of two for the price of one.

Liz retrieved her bag and set it on the counter at waist level to dig out the money. This guy works every day on a nude beach but I couldn't help but swell with pride as he stared at my naked wife. Handing us the receipt we were instructed to select any chair and umbrella that were unoccupied and to have a great day. Not a problem.

Liz led the way as we walked back up the beach.

"Do you want to stay toward the middle or go back up to the far end where there will be more gawkers?" I asked.

"I really want to relax, so lets just set up down here. Plus, it's closer to the bar if we want to get drinks."

She stopped in front of a spot closer to the water and set her bag down. I was out of my clothes in an instant. You couldn't have asked for a better beach day. The waves were quite calm with a gentle roll of water on the white sand. Looking out to the ocean we were met with 5 or 6 different shades of blue and green. Several low islands were visible at the edge of the bay and I could see several small boats cutting back and forth across the water headed to and from those islets.

Settling in we both were careful with the sunscreen. I was glad to have the umbrella since we'd be out here all day and a burn would ruin the rest of the week. The morning was spent reading, napping, occasional dips in the water to cool off and reapplying the lotion. I was glad Liz had selected a spot away from the end of the property. It seemed that there was constant activity near the Club Orient sign as ship tourists lined up to take pictures. If they were truly daring they would have joined us.

We had made a couple of brief strolls to the bar. It was part of the Papagaylo restaurant, an open air café right on the beach. It was a bit odd the first time going up to the order window the first time and buying drinks while naked but after a few times I realized that it was the norm in this place.

"Hey babe, are you starting to get hungry?"

Liz's voice woke me from a light doze. My watch said 1:15 and my stomach told me that I was.

"Do you want to eat here or walk down the beach and check out some of the other restaurants?"

"I'm happy to eat in the Club Orient restaurant," she said. "That way we can just leave our stuff here and see it from there. Plus, I'm not ready to get dressed yet. Grab your towel and lets go."

We'd learned in our brief study of nudism that it is common courtesy to sit on your own towel whenever enjoying a clothes free place. I dug my money clip and camera out of our bag and, hand in hand, Liz and I headed to lunch. Even in the middle of the day the beach and restaurant weren't too busy and we were seated immediately.

Lunch was good even if a bit pricey. Liz had a burger while I enjoyed the Mahi-Mahi sandwich. I must have drunk a gallon of ice tea to combat the heat of the beach. It was obvious that for the most part, the people eating at this place had decided that nudity was no big deal. You couldn't tell what socioeconomic group that someone might belong to based on the kind of clothes they wore or the name brand shoes. The lack of clothing made everyone fairly equal.

Full from a delicious lunch we made our way back to our spot on the beach. While we were gone another couple had taken up a position at the umbrella and loungers next to us. They were considerably older than us, looking to be close to my parents age, and judging from the tanned skin had been practicing nudists much longer than us.

"I hope you don't mind us getting so personal?" the older woman said. "We were running errands this morning and only just got things moving to get out here."

They introduced themselves as Helen and John. As we'd guessed, they were frequent flyers here at Club Orient with this trip their 20th year. Turns out they were from Greenville, North Carolina, not too far from our home in Wilmington and the same place Liz and I had gone to college. They were both on faculty at the university but in departments different from where Liz and I majored. That might have been a little weird, running into a former professor.

The afternoon was most pleasant as we spent the remainder of the day visiting with our new friends. Reading, cooling off in the water and refilling our drinks were the order of the afternoon. We could see a lot of activity on the beach past the Club Orient sign and I asked Helen about this.

"It's a popular stop on the cruise ship tours," she answered. "The tour busses stop and they all get out to run down to the sign and snap a few pictures. It's getting past 3 o'clock now so they should be done soon since they all have to be back at the downtown docks for their departure. That's why John and I always wait until 3:30 to take our walk. Do you guys want to join us?"

"Where are you walking to?" Liz asked.

John spoke. "We usually walk the entire length of the beach, all the way down to the Mount Vernon hotel." He waved his hand toward the distant complex down the beach and across the bay.

Liz spoke right up.

"I'm game. I really need to stretch my legs. Will our stuff be safe out here on the beach?"

"Why don't you bring it back to our bungalow. It will be safe there and you won't have to carry anything with you on the walk."

After packing our stuff back up into our bags, our new friends led us the short way to their cabin. It was a pretty little one-bedroom cottage that faced the beach. Everything you might want in a beach cottage with the best part being the incredible view.

"Do I need my cover up?" asked Liz.

Helen smiled. "You're welcome to bring it but John and I have been doing this walk for years and haven't needed one in that entire time. That said, there will be some places where we may be the only ones fully nude."

"Well," she answered, "there's safety in numbers!"

The four of us set out on our stroll.

Now that it was approaching 4 o'clock in the afternoon the beach was much less crowded. Still, the beach was by no means empty. A few other people were out walking along the sand in front of Club Orient but as we stepped past the imaginary line at the edge of the property I couldn't help but feel a kind of nervousness in my stomach.

It was more of a leisurely stroll as the four of us meandered along the water's edge. We got a few stares in some places, more from other adults than from the few kids that were playing in the sand. Many of the women we passed were topless and there were a number of thong bikinis as well but we and another couple a couple of hundred feet ahead of us were the only nude walkers.

In truth it was kind of fun. Clearly, most people here gave it minimal notice. No outrageous indignation. No yelling and screaming. I could tell that there were a number of beach goers trying to secretly hide their cameras as we went by but I convinced myself that the sunglasses and hat made me anonymous.

We passed a number of beach bars as we made our way to the Mount Vernon. It seemed that the late afternoon would pull the beach crowd into these shady spots and the daylong drinking made for loud conversation and music.

It took nearly 45 minutes for us to reach the Mount Vernon. Time to turn back. We hadn't gone too far when we passed a beach bar called the Waikiki. Done up in a tropical theme, loud music poured out onto the sand. A young guy was pulling down umbrellas and folding up chairs but a few were still occupied by late afternoon sun worshipers. We were nearly past when I heard someone calling our names.

"Liz? Jack? Is that you? It was a woman's voice.

Crap! Is this a joke? We're supposed to be completely anonymous in a place where we don't know anyone and no one knows us. And we're completely naked. Not even a towel to drape.

My head rocketed to the right to see where the voice had come from.

It was Megan. A woman Liz worked with back home. She'd known her for a couple of years. In fact Liz and I had been out to dinner with her and other co-workers several times.

I was quick to notice that she was topless as was the young woman sitting beside her. I wasn't sure what the protocol was when recognized by a coworker while walking nude on the beach so we stopped and I gave a tentative wave.

Megan and her friend got up and walked down to us. She introduced her friend as Sharon. Megan gave Liz and then me a nice hug. I started to worry a bit that I might have an embarrassing response to her embrace.

"I thought I recognized you guys when you walked by earlier but I wasn't sure until I saw you come back. I told Sharon that you looked like someone I knew. We had wondered what we'd do if someone we knew saw us here laying out topless but when we saw you guys had gone all the way we figured 'what the hell'".

We introduced John and Helen who then said they were headed back to their bungalow and we could just come back there to pick up our stuff. 

The women were staying at the Esmeralda Hotel just down the beach. They said they would join us as we walked and head back to their hotel.

Have you ever had that dream where your walking down the sidewalk naked and everyone else is dressed? Here I was living it out. Well, not exactly. I wasn't the only one nude and most people on the beach were in swimwear so there was a lot of skin exposed anyway. I'll also tell you that, as a naked man, when you are walking with attractive naked and topless women you are pretty much invisible.

Stopping at Megan's hotel we discussed plans for the next day. Our friends wanted to get together with us for a beach day. They wanted to see another part of the island so we agreed to meet them at their hotel in the morning and we'd drive to Happy Beach for the morning, eat lunch in Marigot and then find a different beach in the afternoon.

We hugged again (a very nice way to say goodbye to our topless friends) and headed back to Club Orient to retrieve our things from John and Helen's place. 

"You know," said Liz. "I never in my life imagined that I'd be so comfortable walking down the beach in front of all these people completely naked. But I'll tell you, its made me so freaking hot I'm not sure I'll be able to get back to our hotel before I have to jump you."

She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the water with a mischievous grin on her face. I think I was about to enjoy a bit of water play.......



St. Martin Adventure Ch. 03



Liz and I made our way back down the beach to Club Orient where we had left our things with new friends Helen and John. We had spent most of the afternoon with the folks who were our parent's age and even joined them for a nude walk the entire length of Orient Beach.

Knocking on the door of their bungalow, we were invited in. Helen met us at the door. She looked a bit frazzled.

"Is everything okay?" asked Liz.

"Not really," she answered. "We had a message waiting for us when we got back that Johns brother is in the hospital at home and will likely be having heart surgery tomorrow. We have to cut our vacation short and will be leaving tomorrow morning. John's down at the office now making our arrangements."

"I'm so sorry," I said. "Is there anything we can do for you to help with transportation?"

"You're very kind to offer. We'll be okay. Our rental car came from the airport location and John has already booked our flight. There is one thing you can do though. We have four tickets for the Tiko-Tiko cruise tomorrow. We originally had planned to go on the day sail with some friends who were not able to make the trip. Now we won't be able to use the tickets either. You guys are welcome to take them and if you want to invite the friends you saw today, you are more that welcome."

"Oh my goodness, that's too generous," said Liz. "Please let us pay for them."

"No, just think of it as a gift from a fellow Carolinian."

We visited a bit longer, until John had returned from the office and exchanged contact information. I felt badly that our new friends had to cut their vacation short but was so glad to have met them. Somewhat reluctantly, Liz and I got dressed and headed out.

By this time it was starting to get dark. We debated eating dinner at the Club Orient restaurant but Liz wanted to stop by the Esmeralda Hotel so we could invite Megan and Sharon on the day sail and, since we'd been gone all day, we both wanted to get a shower and cleaned up.

We only got turned around a little bit trying to find their hotel but finally made it and we directed to their room by the front desk. I let Liz knock on the door since she worked with Megan. Sharon answered the door. She had on some short shorts and a thin tank top that did little to hide the fact that she was braless. In retrospect, this shouldn't have fazed me, considering that not too much earlier we had talked on the beach while she was topless and we were fully naked. Megan was in the shower. Sharon knocked on the bathroom door and told her we were there.

Liz explained why we had stopped by and Sharon was quite excited about the prospect of a day sail. A few moments later the door opened and Megan came out just wrapped in a towel.

Liz gave them the details that we knew. It would be a day sail from Orient beach to Tintamarre, one of the islands we had seen earlier today. The boat departed at 9 in the morning from the beach near Club Orient. It included lunch and beverages. The paperwork that Helen had given us indicated that this was a clothing optional cruise but that didn't seem to bother Megan and Sharon. All we needed to bring were towels and suntan lotion. They were as excited as we were for this windfall excursion. 

Hugs were exchanged all around with Megan's towel managing to fall off as we embraced.

"Oh well," she said with a laugh. "It's not like you haven't seen it before and won't see it again."

On the drive back to our resort we talked about the next day.

"So do you think they'll go nude?" asked Liz.

"I'm almost certain of it. Megan didn't seem too bothered by being topless today and from what I saw when her towel fell, she didn't have too many tan lines on her butt. I think you could tell that Sharon's tits have had plenty of sun exposure too. It's one thing to be naked when we didn't know anyone on the beach but what about now that we're going to spend the day with people from home?"

"If you'd asked me that last week before we came here I know I would have said no way. But now that we've broken the ice I can honestly say that I'm okay with it. I really like the feeling of going without clothes. No wet, damp suits riding up in my crack, no gritty rubbing of sand. Plus, I get to watch your cock as it bounces around when you walk."

"Well, I have to tell you the truth, it's quite a turn on seeing you unclothed and so comfortable. And I'd have to be a fool not to enjoy seeing Megan and Sharon naked too. I mean, isn't that every guys dream? Surrounded by a bevy of gorgeous naked women? I'm just concerned about getting too turned on and having a 'problem'".

"Then, as soon as we get back to our hotel, I'll take care of that problem for you."

I didn't even have to wait to get back to the room for that treat. Liz leaned over and gave be a fantastic blowjob while we drove back to the other side of the island. I was glad that there wasn't too much traffic on the way.

We ended up having dinner that night at our resort and were ready for an early bedtime. It had been a most exciting day and we wanted to be sure to get plenty of rest before the excursion.

Another spectacular Caribbean morning. The bright sun shone through our still open sliding doors waking me from a great night of sleep. Past the patio the water was like glass. Hardly a ripple or wave disturbed the surface. The stillness would be clear evidence that this would be a day without wind. I wondered how that would affect a day excursion on a sailing catamaran.

By the time I came out of the bathroom, Liz had gotten out of bed and was standing in front of the windows taking in the serene scene. Her nude body was outlined by the incoming light in a silhouette. I couldn't help but appreciate the visual of her breasts. They were large enough that they projected beyond the edge of her chest. It was too much, drawing me to close in behind her and reach around to cup them in my hands. A gentle gasp came from her mouth as she backed against me pressing her ass against my hardening dick. Seductively, she moved back at forth, the sway having quite an effect. In mere seconds I was fully hard.

With my hands exploring her breasts, her nipples were firm almonds in my fingers. She turned to the side so as to bend over and place her hands on the arm of a chair just in front of the window. Her wetness was obvious and I moved behind her, my hardness poised to slide into her from behind. She gave a quiet gasp as my cock penetrated to its full length. Starting out with a slow pattern of fucking my tempo increased as she pushed back against my thrusts. Supporting herself with her left hand on the chair, her right reached down between her legs to rub and tickle her clit. I could feel her fingers brush against the turgid shaft of my penis as it slid in and out of her slippery slit.

I sensed her quickening pace and sped up my own penetrations trying to time our orgasms. She was suddenly still except for the rapid pulsing of her fingers as she began to shake. At the same time I slipped out of her snatch letting my cock rest between her ass cheeks and rubbed it here. The residual slickness made the skin shine and in moments my ejaculation shot out, spraying sticky white goo along her back and across her ass.

"Shit babe," I panted. "That's the best way to wake up in the morning that I can think of."

She stood up and turned to wrap her arms around me.

"We need to get cleaned up. Here, follow me."

She handed me one of the beach towels from the room and took another wrapping it around her nakedness. She then slid open the door to the patio and stepped outside. The morning air was already starting to warm up and a wall of humidity hit me in the face. I quickly wrapped my towel around my waist and followed her out.

As I mentioned in earlier chapters, our room was at the far end of the resort and sat facing the ocean. There were several beach chairs in front of the building that our room was part of. The main part of the beach was a couple of hundred yards to our left. At this early time of day there was little activity on the beach and as Liz lead the way to the water's edge I looked up and down to see no one in our immediate area.

She paused by one of the loungers, gave me her cute little smile and proceeded to undo her towel and quickly walk down into the water. The deepening tan of her backside was all the lure I needed as my towel joined hers and I followed like a puppy dog.

Here we were swimming completely naked on a non-nude beach. Sure, no one was around but anyone could walk by at any time. Yes, my wife had certainly turned a corner on her comfort in her own skin. And so had I.

We quickly rinsed off in the water, washing the sweat and stickiness of our lovemaking off. There wasn't a whole lot of time before we needed to leave for the other side of the island. I watched as Liz strolled out of the sea to our towels. She slowly used it to towel off and squeeze the water out of her hair. I wrapped my towel around my waist as I caught up but Liz just held hers in her hand, walking to our patio. Turns out our next-door neighbors were sitting out at the table on their patio, mouths agape, as Liz waved and stepped onto our own.

A quick rinse off of the salt water and Liz and I were ready to catch breakfast before our outing. I was pleased to see that she decided to wear the beach cover up and nothing else just as she had done the previous day. I can't get enough of the view of her untethered breasts under the loose garment.

Our tropical breakfast was quick and we were soon packed for the day. The brochure indicated that all we needed was sunscreen and a good attitude. A stop at a little grocery took care of the first requirement. We'd been successfully working on the second for the whole trip.

Since we'd experienced bad morning traffic once before and were starting a bit earlier today we headed out taking a clockwise route around the island. It meant going a bit further in distance but as I hoped we made much better time and were turning down the road to Orient Bay by 8:30. There was plenty of time before our 9am departure.

I parked the crappy car in the same place that we had yesterday and, hand in hand, Liz and I walked the short distance out onto Orient Beach. Even at this early hour there were a few people walking. We were near the famous Club Orient sign and from what I could see, a good portion of those walkers were from Club O. My assumption was based on the fact that most strollers were naked.

The Tiko-Tiko catamaran, its name painted on the side of the pontoon, was tied to a mooring ball just off the beach. I could see a couple of people on the deck, probably making final preparations.

We were to meet on the beach in front of the Papagayo restaurant where we had had lunch the day before. The guy running the water sports desk was setting up chairs and umbrellas and Liz led the way down to the meeting spot.

"We've got some time and I'm still a little hungry," said Liz. "Do you want me to see if we can get a bagel and some juice?"

"That would be great."

I dug down in my bag to find some of the Euros we had collected over the last few days. Turning back to hand them to Liz she handed something back to me.

"Can you put this in the bag? I don't think I'll be needing it today."

It was her beach cover up. She had a big grin on her face almost a big as the one stretched across mine. With a wink my wife turned and walked her naked self up to the restaurant to find some breakfast food. My camera was out in a flash to capture the moment. I was pretty sure these images wouldn't be posted on our Facebook albums but I knew they would be some we would reminisce about for many years.

Obviously she had decided that being on a nude beach and nude cruise with one of her co-workers wasn't going to be a problem. That was good enough for me and I quickly lost the t-shirt and shorts I was wearing. A short time later she returned with some croissants and two cappuccinos.

Side my side we stood on the beach waiting for our friends and ready for the adventure of the day. I kept glancing down the beach checking to see if Megan and Sharon would be walking down to join us or if they had decided to drive. Some distance away I saw the outline of two beach walkers headed our way and as they neared could tell it was the girls. Both had tied short pareos around their waists and both were bare chested. This was going to be a great day.

Hugs and kisses were exchanged when the girls arrived. The whine of a small boat motor interrupted our greetings as a small rubber dingy headed toward our spot on the beach coming from the catamaran. 

A young, fit woman jumped out of the small boat as it nosed onto the sand and she pulled it further up on shore using the small waves to help propel it. Once secure, she headed straight for us.

"Hello," she said, "My name is Rocio. Are you here for the Tiko-Tiko cruise? Yes? Good. I'm going to take you all out to the boat while we wait for the others to arrive. If you want to follow me we'll go right now."

Her accent was lovely. Not French. I found out later it was Spanish, like from Spain. Liz gathered our things while I helped push the small boat back out into the water and then held it steady while the girls boosted themselves up and in so that they could sit on the rubber tubes that made up the sides. Helping lift them up I could see that our friends were wearing nothing at all under their pareos.

Rocio sat at the back on one side with Liz was next to her. Megan and Sharon were on the opposite side. That left the front for me and I bounced up out of the water to take my place. There were lots of smiles and laughs from my distaff partners as I ended up flopping over the side, sprawling naked onto the floor at their feet. Not particularly elegant but laying there looking up at 4 beautiful women was worth the embarrassment, especially since 3 of them were nude.

"Obviously you guys know that this is a nude sailing day trip," said Rocio. "You are welcome to be nude the entire day. We are sailing over to Tintamarre Island where there is no clothing requirement. When we have our meal on the boat you do not have to dress. We will have towels for you to sit on and use on the beach. This trip is for your enjoyment so please let us know if you need anything at all."

Seconds later she cut the engine and the dingy bumped against the back of one of the catamaran pontoons. A hand reached out to grab the front of the inflatable boat. Crouched there was the boat captain, Philippe. It was clear that he spent his life working in the sun and abundantly obvious that he did so naked. His skin was deep bronze and there was no hint of a tan line at all. All of the women seemed to enjoy the Adonis before them and were eager to take his hand as he helped them step from the dingy to the cat.

Rocio said something to him in French then pulled away headed back to the beach presumably to pick up the rest of the day-trippers.

We gathered in the large open cockpit of the sailboat as Philippe ushered us aboard.

"So glad you are all able to join us for a beautiful day of sailing. We are expecting just two more guests who should be along shortly then we will head out. You can leave anything you want to stay dry below decks on the counter or settee. Above decks we just ask that you sit on a towel and try not to get suntan lotion on the fabric of the cushions. Our sun is very intense so you don't want to forget the lotion and a hat."

Liz took our bags down below and I started exploring the boat. Since this is a sailing catamaran there was a net trampoline between the two front hulls. I was excited about reclining there on our journey.

The girls joined me on the deck just in front of the cabin, all now completely naked and we made some small talk while waiting for the last passengers. Turns out it was only for a few minutes as the sound of the approaching inflatable told us that we'd be departing soon. I asked Philippe if he needed help and I was glad to be able to assist him in getting the dingy back up on its davits at the back of the cat.

The other passengers were a couple probably in their late 40's or early 50's. Timothy and Bren were still dressed as they stepped aboard but judging from their comments they were excited about being on a nude day cruise too. Tim looked like he wanted to put off the aging process but wasn't quite successful. His hair was a bit darker than it should be at his age and this was more obvious once he took off his shirt showing grey chest hair. He had a bit of a stomach bulge but that clearly didn't stand in the way of his being naked. He had no hint of a tan line at all. When Bren shimmied out of her cover up Liz gave me a gentle shove. I, like most men, enjoy the sight of a woman's chest and Bren had obviously had some plastic surgery enhancement to hers. Her breasts were huge and jutted out from her chest in an unnatural way. As she bent over to put her clothing away they hardly moved. Still, it was her own business about how she wanted to augment her body and I would be quite content to keep my mouth shut and enjoy the view. She, too, was no stranger to nude tanning. The only pale skin I saw was the thin crescent under the each ass cheek. I've since learned that nudists call these "winkies". It's hard to get rid of these unless you contort yourself as you tan.

The six of us gathered in the cockpit as Philippe and Rocio moved about the boat pulling in the mooring line and starting up the engine. As I mentioned earlier the air was completely still. We'd be going nowhere if the sails were our only option. It looked like we would motorsail as the crew began to raise the mainsail and unfurl the jib.

"This way we look like we're sailing," said Philippe, "and we get some shade on the deck."

Rocio was stowing the mooring line at the bow. She had removed her shorts and t-shirt. Her thin, athletic build also sported a dark, uninterrupted tan. Looking around the boat I really appreciated how far Liz and I had come in the few days we'd been on this trip. We were full-fledged nudists embarking on a day long clothes free adventure with 6 other like minded people. I took Liz's hand and gave it a squeeze and leaned over to kiss her.

"What a great day!"

As the catamaran moved into deeper water away from the shore I could feel a bit of a breeze and looking at the sail saw fluttering of the sailcloth. With the motion of the boat there was enough air moving to help cool off from the already stifling heat.

"It only takes about 40 minutes to get to Tintamarre Island," said Philippe. "However, if it is okay with all of you we'll sail out away from the island before turning back. A friend said they saw a pod of dolphins in this area yesterday and I'd love to see if we can be as lucky."

Not wanting to miss the chance of seeing dolphins in the wild I got our camera out of the bag. I was glad to have gotten a waterproof case for it before our trip. It could even go with us as we snorkeled. I took up a position sitting on the front of the trampoline between the hulls of the catamaran. I figured this was the best place to get some action shots if we were going to see them. Liz came to sit beside me while Sharon and Megan occupied tiny seats at the front of each of the pontoons.

"Megan," I asked, "Would you mind taking a couple of pictures of us? I don't think Liz will be bringing these to the office but we'd like them for our personal albums."

"No problem, I wanted to get some pictures too. Is it okay if you guys are in them? I can promise they'll be kept private. Just shared between the four of us."

She took my camera and snapped off a few of us as we posed there at the front of the catamaran. Then she went and got her camera so I could take some of her and Megan. I felt like a sports illustrated swimsuit photographer except all my models weren't wearing swimsuits. They weren't even wearing body paint. I then got Tim to take a few pictures of all four of us and finally Rocio came up to get snaps of all six. Yes, these were definitely for the personal albums.




St. Martin Adventure Ch. 03



A whistle went up from Philippe and, following his pointing finger, the boat veered to the left. Ahead I could make out the flash of dark gray as dolphins broke the surface for a breath. This was so cool. We were probably only going 7 or 8 knots but the animals angled towards us and began riding the bow wave. With 2 hulls on the catamaran they were on the outside of each pontoon as well as between them and directly under our seat on the trampoline.

They were so cool to watch, as they would weave back and forth and break the surface, a mist of water as they exhaled. We were all excitedly shouting and taking pictures. It seemed as if they were looking back at us, eye to eye, as they surfaced. The show lasted for almost 15 minutes until they broke away, headed back out to sea. Philippe steered us back on a course for the island of Tintamarre.

I was glad we'd taken the time to put on sunscreen when we'd first come on board. It was pretty intense sun. The boats movement did give a bit of cooling air movement but I was glad to duck to the side of the boat to get in the shade of the sail.

With our dolphin detour complete, our captain steered us toward the low, flat island. The stillness of the air meant we could drop anchor at virtually any part of Tintamarre and Philippe guided the catamaran around to the "windward" side, away from the main island of St. Martin. Rocio began furling the sails and as we neared the beach, Philippe cut the engines. We looked to be in about 20 feet of water when he released the winch for the anchor. Moments later we were set.

Philippe called everyone together under the canopy.

"Welcome to Tintamarre Island. We're going to have a wonderful day relaxing and exploring. The island is part of St. Martin, FWI. It is uninhabited although 50 years ago there was an airline that used the small landing strip here for its operational base. Several unfortunate crashes closed up that business. The landing strip is overgrown and you are quite free to explore the inland part of the island to see what you can discover. It was thought that some French submariners used the island for R & R during World War 2."

"We will be carrying umbrellas and drink cooler over to the beach you see in front of us in the dingy and setting up a place for you to relax and get some shade when you need. Once you are situated we will be staying on board to prepare our luncheon which will be served here on board. After lunch there is more time for the beach and, for those who want, we will take you around to the mud pit area where you can all experience a whole body mud bath. Your skin will feel refreshed by the treatment. It will take a couple of trips to ferry all the gear to the beach. You can wait for us to take you in the inflatable or you might want to enjoy this beautiful Caribbean water and swim to the shore."

Liz and I were ready to get to shore and said we'd swim. Megan and Sharon said they wanted to as well after Philippe offered some Styrofoam floats to make it an easier swim. Tim and Bren said they would wait for the dingy.

The water was a welcome relief from the heat as I dove in. I tread water and turned back to the boat to watch Liz take the plunge. She looked spectacular with her large breasts swaying as she balanced on the edge of the boat. Her darkening tan was a contrast to the white of the boat and the blue of the sky behind her. Her body gracefully arched through the air as she dove it beside me. Side by side we slowly swam to the beach. I heard Megan and Sharon both squeal as they jumped overboard.

It took only a few moments before we could stand up on the sandy bottom and walk onto the beach. Looking back I could tell that the other girls were very leisurely making their way to shore and it looked like it would be a while before the dingy arrived with towels and umbrellas.

"Shall we go exploring?" I asked my wife.

"Let's go!"

At the end of the beach a well worn path headed into the interior of the island between the scrub growth trees and bushes. I was glad for the path since the ground looked rocky and had some low growing briars. It meandered around larger boulders and low sandy spots and then forked. Liz led the way to the right, which seemed to lead back toward the beach and within 10 minutes we stepped into an open stretch of pure white sand. The boat was around a small point; it was completely out of sight. The water was brilliant blue with darkening shades as it dropped off into greater depths away from shore.

"It's perfect," said Liz.

I couldn't agree more. It seemed primitively idyllic. No sign of other people, nothing but water in our view and standing completely naked with the love of my life. Liz stepped in front of me, turned and wrapped her arms around my waist, lifting her face to mine and giving me a deep, tongue probing kiss. My response was immediate and predictable. My cock was rock hard in an instant and judging from her heavy breathing she was just as turned on. She dropped to her knees and immediately engulfed my dick with her mouth. Over the years that we've been together her fellatio technique has only gotten better and better. I gazed down as she smothered me with her mouth and tongue. When she sensed I was ready she turned around on the sand at the water's edge leaning onto her hands and knees.

"This was," she panted. "From behind."

I needed no second invitation. I dropped onto my knees behind her and in a swift motion slid into her sopping snatch. My hands held onto her hips and I pulled them toward me to meet my thrusts. 

In only a few minutes of our animalistic passion Liz started to orgasm. One of her hands was reaching back between her legs furiously rubbing her clit as my dick pistoned in and out of her pussy. I was ready to blow and pulled out just as I blew my load across her back in my best porn star action, grunting with each wave of pleasure.

"Shit, that was hot," she said. "I bet they heard you back at the boat. You were really into it."

"What do you expect? I felt like a primitive islander with the sexiest partner in the world."

We waded into the water to wash off the stickiness of sex and the sand from kneeling on the beach. Swimming out a bit we could see around the point and found the boat at anchor.

"Do you want to swim around or explore a little more?" she asked.

"It will be a while before lunch, let's keep looking around and see what other surprise beaches this island has."



St. Martin Adventure Ch. 04



Only a faint hint of breeze blew off the water as we stepped through the low brush that lined the trail and onto the bright white sand. Liz and I had been exploring Tintamarre Island located off the coast of St. Martin. I figured the sailboat we had arrived on was anchored nearby since we had nearly circumnavigated the whole island. Judging from the sun's position this would be the last cove before we got back to our starting point.

A couple of steps onto the beach and we quickly realized this was where most of the "day tripper" boats came to drop their passengers. What made it so obvious is that there were a couple dozen people spread out on the sand looking directly at us. At the "nude" us. I guess we weren't paying attention walking through the pathway trying to avoid the sand burrs and branches lying on the ground.

We've probably all had that dream where we are walking down the street in our hometown completely naked while everyone else is dressed, staring at us as we go by. The difference here was that there were two of us. Oh, and it wasn't a dream. It seemed that every head was turned toward us. What do you do in that situation? My wife was the clear thinker.

"Sorry," she said. "Wrong beach."

She gave a little wave and then turned to walk back, pulling my hand after her.

Someone behind us called out, laughing. 

"We'll see you later."

My heart was racing. Not so much from being seen naked but for fear that someone would take offense and come chasing after us.

As it turns out there was no thundering crowd to come complaining. We made a hasty retreat through the brush and back to the trail that would take us to the nude beach. We wound around a bit and in a short time found the path that I hoped would take us back to our starting point. This time we were a bit more attentive to our location as the beach came into view and sure enough saw our party of similarly undressed beachgoers.

By this time umbrellas had been set up on the dry sand and a couple of coolers set underneath them. Megan and Sharon were stretched out in the sun applying sunscreen. Watching one of the young women generously applying the lotion to the other's back opened my imagination to the scene of a girl on girl porno. As I mentioned in an earlier chapter, Megan was a coworker of my wife and we'd known her for a few years. I thought I remembered meeting a boyfriend at some time but maybe that was just someone they all worked with. As Megan's hands spread the lotion on Sharon's back I sensed a lingering hand on the side of a breast and some playful fondling of the neck. Maybe there was more to their relationship than just a couple of friends on vacation.

A bit further up the beach, Tim and Bren were set up on a couple of folding loungers. I wondered how she was able to lay on here stomach with those big fake boobs. When she lay on her back they jutted straight off her chest. Comparing them to my wife's natural tits, they were similar size but Liz's had the natural movement of real tissue as she walked. Tim looked like he'd be napping most of the day given the pile of empty beer cans next to his chair.

I grabbed a couple of cold drinks out of the cooler for Liz and myself then we took some time to reapply sunscreen. Even though we had developed some nice tans it wouldn't take too much exposure to this intense sun to burn away all that color. My hands probably explored more than I needed to as I covered her back for her and she managed to rub against my cock as she helped me but not so much that I sprang wood. After that we took a couple of the inflatable rafts and spent some time just bobbing on the gentle waves and relaxing. Yes, this must be heaven.

The rest of the morning was spent in the pursuit of total relaxation. The only time we moved was to turn from back to front or vice versa. The floating rafts were the perfect spot to while away the time. From our vantage we could people watch our friends, soak up the sun and cool off in the water at the same time. Periodically, Megan and Sharon would come down to the water to get some relief from the intense sunshine. They would paddle out to where we lay, threatening to push us over. When they managed to get me dunked I grabbed both girls by the waist, lifting them out of the water. If someone had told me before this trip that I would be wrestling two gorgeous naked women while I was also naked, the whole time in front of my naked wife who cheered me on, I would have thought them crazy.

Our horseplay was interrupted by the sound of the dingy engine. Philippe was at the helm headed back to the beach. It must be time for lunch and, given our morning activity, I was famished.

The front end of the little inflatable boat pushed up on the sand as he cut the engine and bounded out onto the beach right in front of Megan and Sharon. From their facial expressions they enjoyed the sight of a very tan, fit, naked guy acting as their boat driver and guide. Philippe informed us that lunch was just about ready and he would take us back to the boat unless we wanted to swim. The girls joined Tim and Bren for the ride but Liz and I decided to swim, mainly to cool off a bit and get some of the sweat, sand and sunscreen off before getting back on the sailboat.

This time we didn't race to get back. Since it was anchored only a short distance offshore it didn't take too long until we were scrabbling up the boarding ladder. Rocio met us there with towels and showed us where the hand held shower was located at the rear swim platform. She wore a cute bowtie around her neck, ready to serve lunch. Of course that's all she wore.

It looked like we were the pre-lunch entertainment as we showered and toweled off with the rest of the party seated at the table in front of us. Moments later we took our seats and lunch was served. I was amazed at the quality of the food prepared in such a small space as the galley of the catamaran. Chicken, shrimp and fresh fish were on the menu and it was so flavorful. Wine flowed with the meal and the conversation focused on our beautiful setting and discussion of favorite travel destinations. Clearly this trip to St. Martin was a highlight for everyone.

I was glad for the canopy over the cockpit shielding us from the intense sun. After the swim back to the boat we were all in need of more sunscreen before hitting the beach for the afternoon.

During lunch was the first time we'd actually had an opportunity to get to know Tim and Bren. They'd kind of kept to themselves during the morning. They were from just outside Chicago but had moved around quite a bit. St. Martin was a regular vacation spot for them and they were staying at Club Orient, the nudist resort where today's trip had begun. Since we were new the clothes free vacation it was great to hear the experiences of some long time nudists. They had been to nudist resorts in Florida and Virginia as well as in Palm Springs California. One summer they had gone to France and spent a couple weeks in Cap d'Agde where a part of the city is entirely nude. However, after their first trip to St. Martin, they had become hooked on this Caribbean gem.

A light dessert capped off the meal and shortly thereafter it was time to get shuttled back to the beach for an afternoon of relaxation. Given the meal we had just enjoyed, Liz and I elected to take the dingy shuttle back to the beach. Plus, I'd be able to take my camera with.

Tim and Bren were ready to head back before anyone else so Rocio drove them over while the rest of us took some time to clean up after lunch. It looked like Philippe was on clean up crew. A short time later the second beach landing commenced and we joined Megan and Sharon for the short trip. I asked if anyone had any problem with my taking pictures if they remained private and secure. Everyone consented with the promise that I send copies to respective emails. 

I marveled again at my incredible luck at spending the day with a boatful of beautiful women, all of whom were completely naked. I crawled up on the front of the dingy while the ladies all leaned in around the console for their picture. Priceless!

Once back on the beach we all took time to reapply sunscreen. If you've ever been to the Caribbean you know that the sun can be intense and a burn will spoil the rest of your vacation. We'd seen lots of "lobster" tourists over the previous few days as they overdo it and suffer the rest of the trip. I was glad we had pre-tanned at home before our trip and were careful to keep the sunscreen on.

Liz took her favorite float and headed out to the water to float and digest after a wonderful lunch. Sharon came over to tell me that she and Megan were going to take a little walk and check out the other parts of the island. I told her where we had stumbled out onto the textile beach and gave her directions to the other side of the island where we had enjoyed ourselves earlier. Tim and Bren were back on their beach loungers and looked to be asleep. Her fake boobs jutted straight off her chest. With camera in hand, I squeezed off a couple of images so we could relive the great day once we got home. Then I strolled around the beach collecting some more pictures and taking some of Liz.

My wife gave me some playful smiles and provocative poses. She looked fantastic with her even tan against the brilliant blue of the water and the bright white of the sandy beach. After taking a bunch of pictures we switched places and she took some of me.

I told her I wanted to get some more images of the different parts of the island and we headed off to check out the beach trail. This time we went the opposite direction so as not to stumble out on the textile beach that we'd come across that morning. The sun was intense and we both glistened with sweat after just a few minutes down the trail. Liz was in front of me and I had a hard time concentrating on my footsteps what with her bare ass seductively moving at the center of my view. I let her get ahead of me a bit so I could capture some photographic record of our hike. I knew that in the cold winter months, as we looked through the album of pictures from this trip, it would take no time at all to get up both to a hot and bothered condition. I was feeling kind of hot and bothered right now!

I must have been lulled into a trance because all of a sudden I was nearly running into the back of my wife who had stopped suddenly. The path we were on was just about to open onto a stretch of beach when Liz froze in place. She quickly turned and motioned me to stop and be quiet. Had we walked onto another textile beach?

She crouched down and waved me to do the same thing and then move up beside her. You could see the waters edge through the scrub trees that lined the sand. I thought I saw some movement near the wet sand and shifted a bit to the right to get an unobstructed view. The scene was no more than 30 feet away.

There on the sand, right at the surf break were our friends. Megan was stretched out on the sand, lying on her back while Sharon was on her knees, face buried in Megan pussy. Judging from Megan's moans and squirming, Sharon was right on her love button. Her hand's pulled and pinched on her own breasts, tugging and twisting the erect nipples. Both girls had deep, dark tans, something I'd not failed to notice earlier. They looked even darker against the white sand and azure water.

The action had an expected effect on me. Watching the two women oblivious to anything but giving and receiving pleasure had my cock swollen and throbbing in seconds. Liz knew what affect it had because she had reached down and was slowly stroking me. Her eyes were transfixed on our friends. We were kneeling down, me just behind her, hidden by the beachside brush and when I reached between her legs I could quickly tell my wife was as turned on as I was. Her slick juices wet the inside of her thighs. I could feel her push back against my fingers.

I placed a hand on each of her hips and she responded by dropping onto all fours, her ass pushed back against my crotch. As soon as I lined my dick up with her sopping pussy she pushed back all at once impaling herself. Slowly we rocked back and forth with only little forward and backward movement, relishing in the sensation of fucking outside while watching two very hot women locked in their own ecstasy. I was glad that the sound of the gentle surf would mask our primal grunts as my wife sped up her thrusting against my cock.

Liz must have been so turned on because in only a short time she stopped her thrusting, tensed up and started her tell tale short gasps that only happen when she is having an orgasm. I was nearly ready myself and withdrew grabbed my slippery dick and shucked myself off, spewing my spunk across her back and butt.

I'm pretty sure that we both came well before the girls we were watching. Since they were so engaged in each other it made it easy to back away from their beach and retreat to our original spot. I did manage to snap off a couple of pictures of the scene to remind us of this incredible erotic experience.

Walking behind my wife I could see my cum dripping slowly down her back and into the crack of her ass. It made it difficult not to keep a hard on. She didn't do anything to wipe it off even as we walked back on to the beach where our gear was left. 

I grabbed our float and we walked into the water where we gently bobbed in the light waves to cool off and wash off the sticky reminder of an erotic scene. Climbing onto the float, facing each other we sank down into the ocean, just our upper bodies and heads above the surface. Faces together we enjoyed gentle kisses and quiet whispers there in the bright sun. Tim and Bren were still stretched out on the sand, apparently passed out or asleep while our hosts were still on the boat. Reaching down between us, Liz wrapped her hand around my cock and stroked it back into stiffness.

"Can you do it one more time?" she asked.

Always ready for a challenge and more excited by doing it here in the relative open with people on the beach in front of us I smiled and let her deft fingers do their job and in no time was hard again. She lifted her legs above mine and guided my dick into her pussy, wet even here underwater. The wave action sitting on the float made for a gentle rhythm for our fucking. I'm sure that it was obvious to anyone who watched us but we were only looking at each other. Our slow steady pace continued for some time and soon Liz reached down with her hand to give some direct attention to her clit as I slid in and out of her. I could feel her pussy tighten and her breathing escalate as she soon had another orgasm.

At that point I looked back up to the beach only to see Megan and Sharon standing at the water's edge not more than 30 feet from us, both in rapt attention to our lovemaking.

I guess its only fair since we had watched their activity earlier. 

We both started laughing at being caught and Liz wondered out loud, "this should make for interesting conversation on the sail back to the main island."