1 comments/ 77214 views/ 13 favorites Unexpected Nude Week By: jbsecretagent24 We squeezed hands as the plane touched down in Belize City. Our spring vacation had finally arrived and after the hectic pace of the last few months we were ready for this getaway to a warm tropical place and a chance to relax and get in a little diving in the clear Caribbean Sea. It was an early flight out of Miami but that meant we were now on the ground just a little after noontime. The airport was fairly primitive and it took a bit of time to make our way through immigration and customs. This was further hampered by the apparent nonarrival of our luggage! Crap! Why does this always happen at the worst possible time. Never when you're headed home....no.....only when it means all your dive gear is missing in action and you're on a dive trip. At least we had our carry on bags....regulators, dive masks, computers, camera. After filling out the forms at the lost luggage window we finally made it out of the arrival gate and saw our name being held up on a clipboard. "Are you the O'briens," asked a young woman in a pleasant Hispanic accent. "Sorry we were delayed," I replied. "It seems that our luggage has taken its own tour." Frowning, the girl went back into the terminal to speak with one of the attendants. A short time later she returned. "I've told them we'll be in touch by radio later tonight to see when your things might arrive. Aside from today's pick up day we usually only come back in to the mainland on Wednesday. We'll have to see what we might be able to work out. For now, we need to head on to the dock to get to the boat." Our destination was Blackbird Cay. We found this resort through a dive magazine which reported outstanding reefs and beautiful tropical island feel. Located on an island that is part of the Turneffe Atoll, the resort is about an hour boat ride from the mainland in the Caribbean Sea. The pictures from the brochure showed individual grass roof palapa lined up facing the beach and ocean set back under tall palm trees. We tried to put the concern over lost bags in the back of our minds as our shuttle bus pulled up to the dock and we got our first look at the clear blue water. Clearly we were in the tropics. The air was thick with humidity but had the pleasant smell of the ocean. Because of our delay at the airport we were the last guests to arrive at the boat that would take us to our resort and hardly a minute passed before the crew was casting off lines and the boat started to move away from the dock. The young woman who met us at the airport was obviously our host and called us together in the back part of the boat to serve us some cold drinks and give us some introductory information about our upcoming week. "My name is Ana and I want to welcome you to Belize," she began. "We're looking forward to having a great week sharing some of the world's best diving with you all. If you look around you'll see that there are eight of you on this boat and we'll meet 2 other couples who arrived midweek last week and are already on island. Our resort has a maximum capacity of 28 guests but as I'm sure you've already calculated there will only be 12 of you for the entire week. Since it is such a light week for our staff we've cut back the number of workers that will be out there but please don't worry that this will affect your stay. Every service that you expect will be provided and anything you might need we will be happy to try to accommodate. I'll be coming around to each of you during our cruise out to get some additional information and give you your room assignments. Meanwhile, enjoy your drinks, there's fruit up in the cabin and take advantage of the time to introduce yourselves around." Liz and I set our few bags under the benches at the back of the boat and carefully climbed around to the front of the 45 foot dive boat to sit out on the front bow. We were joined there a few minutes later by another couple who introduced themselves as Josh and Peg. The looked to be about our age, mid forties and both appeared to enjoy the sun with dark tans which I commented on. "We live in southern Florida and are fortunate to be able to enjoy lots of time outdoors," he replied. "I've got a surveying business so I'm out in the sun all day and Peg is an avid gardener." We talked for a while, getting to know each other and learned that they, like us, have 3 older teenage kids who were spending the next week at various camps or with relatives. Josh had an engaging smile and laugh. It seemed he would be someone easy to spend the week with. Peg's dark tan accentuated her bright blue eyes and sparkling teeth. She made several references to spending time at the gym getting ready for this trip but was concerned about being out of shape. I've always enjoyed a woman with proper curves and to my eye Peg looked just fine. I'll admit to looking forward to seeing her in a bathing suit on the beach. I explained our luggage problem to our new friends. "I hope you don't mind this shirt and shorts", I said. "You'll be seeing a lot of them this next week." Liz leaned over and whispered in my ear. "At least you've got shorts that can be a swimsuit. What am I supposed to do?" She had on a nice, light travel dress that accented her shapely calves and was cut low enough in the front to make it obvious that she had a woman's cleavage. After having have several kids she complained about being "saggy" but in my opinion her breasts made her even more appealing. "I'm sure we'll figure something out," I responded. "There's bound to be something that's been left by previous guests or that you can borrow. Hey, it can always be like that trip we took to St. Croix two years ago. You didn't even need a suit there!" "In your dreams mister," she smiled. "That was a private villa and we had a private pool. I'm not sure I could do that here in front of all these people." To celebrate our 25th anniversary a couple years before we had rented a private oceanfront villa in the US Virgin Islands. The landscaping around the pool and deck had provided the ultimate privacy and we took advantage of that to enjoy some au natural tanning. Since then I'd mentioned going to a nude beach but she'd always just laughed and called me a dirty old man. By this time we could see a flat line of a low island ahead. The mainland behind us was barely perceptible on the horizon. We were clearly "away from it all". Josh and I climbed back to the rear portion of the boat to refill our drink cups. There, Ana informed us that we still had another 30 to 40 minutes before we'd be at our destination. The other 2 couples on the boat were talking together and I moved over to introduce myself. The first was Brad and Carol who I learned were from Maryland. They looked to be roughly in their 30's. He told me he was a firefighter while his wife worked at a children's daycare center. The other folks were Jim and Shawna. I guessed them to be in their 50's, just a little older than us. She was an attractive woman with shoulder length gray hair pulled back in a ponytail and a lovely smile. Her husband had apparently just left a business were he was an upper level executive where he was given a comfortable enough severance to allow them to take a break for a while and this trip was the start of some serious travel. Jim looked like he had enjoyed some of the perks of a good life and probably carried around a few extra pounds. When I had a chance to talk to Ana, our host, I asked her about our luggage situation. We were without our dive gear and all our clothing. "The dive equipment shouldn't be a problem," she advised. "We have plenty of gear on hand. When you're as far away from the mainland as we are we have to be ready for any problems that our divers might encounter. The clothes are another issue. We have a little shop but we mainly carry t-shirts, suntan lotion and a few toiletries. Some times guest have left clothing or forgotten swimsuits that were hanging up outside, so we'll have to check what's in the lost and found. We are a very casual place. There's no need to dress up for dinner or any meal. In fact most people wear their swim suit's the whole week." "Well," I answered with a smile, "If we wear what we have for swimwear right now, you'd have to relax the dress code even more." Ana replied, "Hey, that's been known to happen too." Our boat had been following the coast of an island for the last half hour or so and as we came around a point we could see a small cut through the reef and tiny colorful cottages against the dark trees where we would be staying for the next week. I could make out a couple of people out on the beach in front of the huts. They must be the guests staying over from the previous week. One of them, a man from what I could see, was walking out of the water away from us and it appeared that his suit was either flesh colored or non existent. The woman he joined on the beach handed him a towel that he wrapped around himself and as she stood up it was obvious she was topless. Liz and Peg moved back to join the rest of us in the back part of the boat as we nudged up to the dock. "It looks like you might get your wish," she whispered. "From what I saw up front some people on this island enjoy the privacy and the sunshine." "That could be us," I said with a wink. "Buddy, don't even get your hopes up." In no time at all we were standing on the dock and being introduced to Tom and Brenda now both wearing suits (though hers was very brief with a thong back and his one of those Speedo swim styles). They told us their friends Charlie and Jennifer were in their cottage napping but would join us later for drinks and dinner. Ana told us we had almost an hour and a half before we'd meet for drinks and to take a look around, cool off in the ocean and settle in. As Liz and I walked to our cottage she commented on the beautiful water. "Damn. I wish I had my suit. I've been in this dress all day and I'd love to get in that water." "I know what you mean," I answered. "If I could rinse out this shirt and shorts I'd almost feel like a new person." After looking around from the porch of our room I continued. "You know, we could always just swim in our underwear. That way we can wash out these clothes. I'm sure they would dry out quickly in this sun and heat. Our underwear is more than Tom and Brenda had on a little bit ago and that way we could at least feel a little cooler." Once her dress and my nylon shorts and quick dry shirt were hanging on our railing we wrapped towels around ourselves and, after checking the beach, headed down to the waters edge. We scampered to the lounge chairs out in front of our cabin and after seeing that no one else was out on the beach dropped our towels and rushed into the water. Liz looked fantastic. Her lingerie was a pale yellow color which looked great in the late afternoon sunlight. As soon as it got wet it was virtually transparent. Of course I didn't point this out to her right away. The water felt great and was the perfect way to wash away the grime of a long travel day. We played a little bit of grab and grope under the water as we splashed and acted like kids. Looking back at the beach toward our bungalow I say that the couple we met earlier, Tom and Brenda had come back out and were laying out in the late sun. "Don't look now," Liz exclaimed, "but we've got company. I hope you can keep your eyes in your head because it looks like she's topless." It was pretty obvious she was no stranger to baring her breasts; there was no evidence of a tan line at all. Her husband had gotten up and waded out into the water toward us. "Hey guys," he said. "I hope you're not bothered by Brenda laying out topless. One of the reasons we came to this resort was because of the privacy but if its bothersome to you let me know. We don't want to offend anyone." Liz was quick to respond. "Hey, no problem from us. I just hope she's not put off by my husband here. He might not be able to keep his eyes off of her." Laughing, Tom waved his thanks and headed back to his chair. "Baby," I said. "You're quite the progressive one here. But my eyes won't be looking at anything but you especially when that underwear you have on right now is see through." She gave a little yelp when she looked down and saw what I was talking about. "You'll have to go get my towel and bring it here before I can walk out." "Honey, that's crazy. She's almost naked up there and you're concerned about showing too much? And hey, I'm the one who's got to worry about showing too much. I've got these white nylon travel briefs on. I think I'll be the one on display." I stepped out of the water backward and looked down to see that my briefs were as transparent as my wife's. "Well then, lets go show off," she said. Holding hands for support we walked out of the water toward the lounge chairs where we had set our towel right next to where our new acquaintances were soaking up the late afternoon sun. Trying to be nonchalant we casually dried off while talking with Tom and Brenda. Liz shared our tale of woe regarding our lost luggage and lack of clean clothes. "We both packed pretty light for this trip and since we've been here for a few days most everything we've got is dirty. I was hoping to wash a few things out tonight. If I've got something you can use I'll let you know", offered Brenda. Heading back to our cottage to rinse off the salt water and check our drying clothes I couldn't keep my eyes of my wife's curvaceous ass as she walked in front of my and by the time we got to our stairs I was pretty obviously aroused. "I suppose that's because of Brenda's naked boobs," Liz joked, looking at my crotch. "Babe, its because of your fine ass and watching you stand out there in the open nearly naked. You know how I've fantasized about that. Now let me help you wash those things out." The bungalow we were staying in had a large, airy bathroom with a sliding glass door that opened to a small patio enclosed by dense plantings and shrubs. The effect was a private enclosure and in the corner near the building was an outdoor shower. I turned the water on to warm up a bit while Liz got the shampoo and soap from the indoor shower and grabbed a couple dry towel. My hands made up a nice lather and I started to use them across her back to wash off the salt and sand from our ocean dip. She let out a little sigh and raised her arms as I moved along the sides of her chest. Moving back I made quick work of the clasp of her bra turned bikini and slipped it off of her shoulders freeing her 34dd funbags. She'd been going to the tanning salon for a few weeks prior to our trip and it turned me on even more to know she'd been using the tanning bed in the nude. With even more soap on my hands I reached around to slide them around and between them, twirling my finger and thumb around a stiffening nipple. Kneeling down I slid the translucent yellow panties down her legs helping her step out of them. She turned around putting her pussy directly in front of my face and I couldn't help myself from sending my tongue to her swelling clit. She had shaved her pubic hair into the thinnest little strip and it pointed right to her love button. Her hands wrapped around my head for balance as she raised her leg so that my tongue could lap into her wet slit. I love eating her pussy, feeling her press against my face to maximize her stimulation. I was thinking that she was incredibly turned on and felt sure that being nearly naked in front of virtual strangers just a short time before combined with the heat and humid air of being outside while getting eaten made her ready to explode in no time at all. I felt her orgasm beginning as her legs began to tense and she pressed harder against my face. At home she tends to suppress her vocalizations because of the kids in the house but here she must not have felt as inhibited. "Oh God, yes, yes yes........right there," she breathed heavily. "Lick it....ummmmmmmm." Her hands pulled my face even tighter against her pussy as my tongue dove as deep as I could get until her body finally relaxed. Pulling me up to stand with her she kissed me deeply, her tongue over mine to taste herself on me. In a quick motion she leaned down and swept my briefs down my legs freeing my cock from its containment. I was as .hard as steel. Liz turned around and bent over offering her pussy to me to enter from behind. It was so slippery wet, I was buried to the hilt in one thrust. Putting a hand on each hip I was banging her at a blistering rate in no time at all. I had been so turned on thinking of her almost naked in front of Tom and Brenda as well as being nearly nude myself. My nuts started to tighten, ready to explode and I pulled out as I shot my load across her back watching the streams of cum erupt as I pumped myself dry. Laughing, we took turns soaping each other up and rinsing off. This was shaping up to be a great vacation with great sex. I turned off the water and we started drying off. I heard a woman's whispered voice. "God that sounded so hot. He must really know how to work that tongue." I sounded like Brenda, the topless woman on the beach. Liz's eyes widened and a smile spread across her face at the comment. Giggling we quickly dashed back into the cottage trying not to laugh too loudly and give away that we heard our neighbors comment. Liz wrapped her towel around herself and went out onto the front porch to grab our now dry clothes. She looked so hot with her sundress on. Whenever she turned the dress would shift and almost let her big tits slip free. "I'm not sure this is going to work," she said. "Baby, it's the tropics and its starting to get dark outside. I think you look great and I bet no one will complain a bit." After I put on my shorts and shirt (going commando) I went back out to grab our underwear and wash them out so they could dry overnight. It looked like we'd be having to use them as our swimsuits for the time being. Hand in hand, we headed down the steps and to the main palapa for drinks and dinner our first night of this vacation to a private resort in Belize. I think we were both looking forward to the next full day and a chance to finally dive in the beautiful Caribbean Sea. Unexpected Nude Week Ch. 02 I woke to the sensation of Liz rubbing her hands across my bare chest playfully pulling the hair and gently teasing my nipples. Her naked brown skin shone against the white sheets which we pushed down to our waists in the warmth of the sunshine streaming through the window. "Come on lover," she purred. "I'm starving and I really need to get something to drink if we're going diving this morning." Pulling on my shorts and shirt I said, "I hope the other guests don't mind seeing us in the same thing again. I may be sick of it myself if our luggage never gets here." Liz was still concerned about wearing her sundress with no underwear but the things we'd used as swimwear yesterday afternoon and would have to use again in a short time were a little damp from and overnight sprinkle. She said she was uncomfortable that she would be showing off a bit much but I think secretly she was a little excited since her nipples were poking noticeably. The resort staff had put tables on the beach in front of the central palapa where we had had dinner the night before. There was a variety of breakfast foods and drinks spread out for us and it looked that we were among the last guests to make it out of bed. We sat down at a table with Peg and Josh who we first met on the boat the previous day and with Tom and Brenda who we'd visited with on the beach. We'd seen that Brenda enjoyed the sunshine when we saw her sunbathing topless on the beach and surmised that Tom was also no stranger to nudity since we'd first seen him walking out of the ocean naked when the boat first docked at the resort. Ana, one of the resort hosts, stopped at our table to check how we were settling in. "I'm afraid there's no news on your luggage," she reported. "I've already pulled gear for you guys to use diving so don't worry about missing out on that part of your trip. I'll be the divemaster for your group today so just let me know if there's anything else that we can try to take care of." "How about a wetsuit?" asked Liz. Ana laughed. "That's not the kind of thing that too many divers leave behind. In fact, since our average water temperature is about 86 degrees most people don't even wear one. We encourage buoyancy control and a hands off approach to the reef so there's generally no need for an exposure suit." Brenda added, "We haven't worn wetsuits since we've been here. This water is great and its certainly nice not having to deal with wearing extra weight." After we finished our breakfast we headed back to our cottage to change into our makeshift swimwear. "I just wish this material was a little less see through," Liz said as she gathered her bra and panties off the front porch rail. "I'm going to fee like I'm on display" "Well," I responded, "you'll have your BC on over your top anyway and I guess you could just wrap a towel around yourself on the boat". Secretly I was looking forward to seeing what kind of looks she might get from the other people on the boat when she got out of the water and was soaking wet. Of course, I was in the same situation. My travel briefs were thin nylon and as I learned the previous day were nearly see through when wet. Wrapping towels around ourselves we grabbed the sunscreen that we got at the resort shop that morning and headed to the dock. Our new friends Tom and Brenda were already there and getting gear set up on one of the smaller dive boats. The boat looked like it could carry maybe 12 divers but it only had gear and tanks for seven. Ana, mentioned that she would also be our divemaster and soon appeared on the dock with her clipboard. "We're also waiting for Peg and Josh who will make up the rest of our boat. We're heading just outside the cut where our first dive will be a nice leisurely drift. This should be a nice way for you four who joined us yesterday to get back in the swing of things. Liz, you and Jack are setup over on the port side. Take a look and the gear and masks and make sure everything fits." The stuff was a bit older than what we would have had if we'd been able to use our own gear but it looked like it had been well maintained. The BCs were even weight integrated so we wouldn't have to bother with weight belts. That would certainly be more comfortable since we'd be without wetsuits. Peg and Josh jumped aboard a few minutes later. I was envious of Josh's dark tan. He, like me, looked like he was doing everything he could to try to stay in shape but the call of the desert tray was sometimes to alluring. He was wearing some baggy board shorts but no shirt. Peg had on a tropical sarong which accented the dark color of her skin. I couldn't help but think that she might later in life regret all that tanning when her skin was prematurely aged. After checking that all their gear was ready, Ana called up to our boat captain that we were ready to leave. He was introduced as Manuel. I could see all the ladies on the boat give a little smile of approval as he stepped aboard and began shaking hands. Manuel looked to be in his 30's. His smile was a bright one that must have been attractive since my wife mentioned it later. I was jealous of his youth and genetics since he looked like a gut bulge had never been something he'd had to struggle to prevent. Ana admitted that she was particularly happy that Manuel would be our boat captain since they had recently become engaged and he'd been off island for the last 2 weeks. She was glad to have any time with him even if it was during working hours. The boat was pushed off and we started a slow putt-putt to our first dive site. The weather was absolutely perfect. It was already in the low 80's and only a few clouds were in the distance. We had already taken the opportunity to mention our swimwear (or lack thereof) when we were getting introduced. Our dive mates all commiserated. It seems that everyone who done any traveling has a lost luggage story. I could tell Liz was still a little concerned about taking off her towel in front of these people and standing there in just her underwear so I did what any good husband would do and dropped mine first. There was no comment of course. Compared to the Speedo that Tom was wearing I had on the equivalent of baggy board shorts. Liz just smile, walked to the front of the boat under the cockpit and folded up her towel to stay dry. She looked great as she walked back, a generous sway in her large breasts as she maneuvered around the other divers. I had Liz turn around so I could make sure she had enough sunscreen on. A bad sunburn would be a deal breaker on a vacation like this (I knew from personal experience). However, my other reason for doing this is so I could furtively see how far reaching Peg's tan was. At first it seemed that she was going to keep her pareo on while we motored but I was relieved to see her reach up to pull the knot behind her neck. I was not disappointed. She had mentioned on the boat ride to the resort she had wanted to get in better shape before the trip and it was true that she was not one of those stick thin models, but like my wife, she had the right kind of curves in the right kind of places. True, she was not as well endowed as my Liz but I'm sure her husband was a happy man. I wondered if this was a new bikini she was wearing since it was so brightly colored and as she bent down to get her fins our of her dive bag I had a peek down the bikini top. I certainly looked like her tits were no stranger to the sun or at least the usual suit she wore was smaller that this one. Liz turned around to take the lotion from me but I just smiled and told her I'd keep doing my job. Her back was to the rest of the boat so I took by hands, slippery with lotion to massage the cream across her chest being sure to cover the deep cleavage that was on display in this bra. At first I thought she would protest but a faint smile spread across her mouth and I could sense her enjoyment as there was a bit of nipple response from my touch. She took the lotion from me to do her own belly and legs. "Hey buddy," she whispered. "I better wait 'til I'm in the water to get any wetter." The boat engine quieted and Ana appeared to give us the dive briefing. "If I could have everyone's attention," she began. "As I mentioned earlier, our first dive will be a drift along the top edge of the reef wall here at what we call the corner. The current runs as fast as 3 knots so its best to do this as a drift. Manuel will throw a line off the back of the boat and as we each make a giant stride into the water, grab the line and move to its far end. Once we're all in the water and everyone's ready will descend together to about 50 feet. That is the depth just over the top of the wall. The current will carry us south and we'll do that for a maximum time of 35 minutes. At that point I'll motion to move up to the top of the wall and then we'll try to all stay together at 20 feet for our safety stop. Manuel will follow along the surface in the boat and be ready to pick us up as we surface. He'll throw the line back out to hold onto so as not to get swept away." A few questions were asked about pick up and what to do if we became separated. It sounded like we were all experienced divers but it is always best to watch how others move in and underwater to really know how experienced they are. Ana had us all gear up at the same time to minimize the time bobbing on the surface and in a few moments we were in the water. The temperature was a bit of a shock at first. It was starting to get warm on the boat in the full sun and I was a little afraid that looking at the gorgeous, bikini clad women might make things a little excited but that first splash cooled things off considerably. We were all in the water in no time and Ana gave the signal to descend. The dive was fantastic. Drift diving is one of the more relaxing ways to see a lot of territory if you are comfortable with your buoyancy control. You just hang in the water and watch the reef pass by. I tend to cross my arms and legs and enjoy the ride. I've been diving for nearly 15 years and have certifications all the way to rescue diver. Consequently I tend to keep toward the back of the group in a clean up position. Everyone in our group seemed fairly competent particularly as we zoomed by in the quick current. We say many typical reef fish but were also treated to a turtle sighting and, toward the end of the dive we drifted past a group of three eagle rays all pointed into the current just hanging in the water column feeding. That was a fantastic way to end the first dive. Surfacing together after a safety stop, Manuel was not too far away and we were hanging on the rope behind the boat in to time at all. The dive sights were fantastic but watching by fellow divers climb up the ladder and onto the boat was an added bonus. Ana was first out in order to help the rest of us and it was the first time I'd noticed how well her boy shorts outlined her toned ass. Brenda was the next one up and it looked like she had on the same suit we'd seen her in the previous evening. I don't know how I'd missed the fact that it was a thong style suit. Yikes! Her husband Tom followed her up next and then it was Liz's turn. As she pulled herself up the ladder the yellow fabric of her panties were completely see through. Josh, who was just in front of me turned and gave me a little wink. He mouthed the word "nice". I had to agree. Watching the water cascade off her legs and the transparent fabric of her bikini panties made me proud to be her husband. Peg was next up the ladder and it looked like her bikini bottom had worked itself up into her crack. I still couldn't see any evidence of a tan line aside from a winkie. You know, that little light colored skin where the butt and leg come together. Grinning back at Josh I said, "right back at you." When I finally got back onto the boat and settled my gear into my spot Liz was still sitting in front of her BC with her arms crossed in front of her chest. "Do me a favor," she asked. "When I was taking off this BC something caught on the back of my bra and it came unclasped. I can't get it to hook back. See what you can do." It looked like the clasp had gotten caught on something and when she pulled it off one side of the clasp had torn off the strap. From what I could see the only way this could be fixed was with a needle and thread. I gave Liz the bad news. "Shit, now what am I going to do? Is there any way to tie the two ends together?" Brenda saw we had a problem and came over to see what she could do. "Girl, this doesn't look good. It's pretty much ruined now." Liz looked pissed. "What now? Only 3 pieces of clothing on the whole trip and now one of them is worthless. What am I supposed to do? Go without a top?" Brenda smiled. "I'll keep you company Liz. You know I don't wear one on the beach. Why should we be bothered with them now?" She stood up and made a general announcement. "Everybody, Liz and I don't want to go home with any tan lines on our boobs. If no one objects we're going to declare this boat tops optional." With that she reached behind her back and untied her bikini and quickly slipped it over her head. I looked to see Liz's reaction. She still kept her arms across her chest keeping her now ruined bra in place. A little worried look was evident. Peg and Josh were sitting on the other side of the boat directly across from us and I saw her whispering something to him which made him smile and nod his head. "Well," Peg chimed in. "If that's the boat rule then I'm in." Her top was off in a flash. It was immediately obvious that this wasn't her first time sunbathing topless. The dark tan stretched all the way over her boobs which I guessed to be about 34C. They had a bit of droopiness but hey, I'm a fan of any naked breast of any size. Ana started laughing. "It usually takes the whole week before our guests get this comfortable. I'm glad you are all enjoying our tropical heaven.. We've got about a 45 minute surface interval before the next dive so be sure and get something to drink, have some of the fruit that Manuel has set out for us and be sure to put on some sunscreen so you don't get burned. I'm going up on the flying bridge with Manuel to look at our options for the second dive. Feel free to stretch out on the front deck." Peg and Brenda hopped up and headed to the front deck of the boat. Liz looked up at me. "What the hell, we'll probably never see these people after this week." With that she stood up, pulled her now broken bra over her shoulders, tucked it under her seat and headed up to join the other women. Watching her large breasts sway as she steadied herself on the deck railing caused a swaying of my own. I couldn't believe my good fortune to have this fantasy coming true. My beautiful wife naked (or nearly so) in front of a bunch of other people. The other husbands and I stayed back to change out tanks for our next dive. "I'm not believing she's doing this I said. I've encouraged her for a while but I want to thank your wives for giving her the confidence to join in." Josh just laughed. "Peg has always enjoyed being suntanned. Living in South Florida that's part of the culture. Usually she just enjoys the privacy of our backyard. It's completely private. More often than not she's completely nude. I'll admit that I enjoy it too." We guys chatted for a while covering the usual diving topics, where we've been, what we've seen, best dive operators. The boat had been slowly motoring along the outside of the reef and we'd gone north of the resort for a while when we could hear the engine powering down. Ana was climbing down the ladder from the upper bridge and we were pleased to see that she had adopted the new boat dress code. She had small, pert breasts and a well defined tan line etched across the smooth skin. Climbing to the front of the boat we watched through the cabin front window as she grabbed the boat hook to tie a line to a mooring ball floating on the surface. She and the wives laughed and glanced back at us, the appreciative audience. They seemed to be discussing something quietly then laughed even more. It was a most enjoyable sight as they climbed along the narrow side decks of the boat to join us on the rear dive platform. Four jiggling sets of naked tits made it challenging to maintain eye contact and try to treat the situation nonchalantly. Ana began her dive briefing. We call this dive site North reef for obvious reasons. It's a nice spot of a second dive since there's very little current and the bottom of the mini wall is at about 50 feet. She gave an outline of the layout of the site and some suggestions about how to cover it if we were going to go off on our own. The dive profile was for a max bottom time of 45 minutes so we'd be able to get back to the resort for lunch. She said that she'd be in the water if anyone wanted to follow along otherwise we'd be able to do our own thing with our dive buddy. It was time to hit the water. Divers started getting gear ready, doing the usual pre-dive checks, when Brenda stood up. "Gentlemen, we ladies have had a discussion at the front of the boat and are offering a challenge. It's not fair that we should be the only ones on display here. So here's our dare. Who's man enough to strip off and dive naked!" There was a round of laughter from the whole boat. Liz leaned over and whispered that she had bet that none of us would do it especially me. There were no immediate takers on her challenge as we continued to kit up. Liz and I were the first ready to go. It was so sexy watching her adjust her BC squeezing her large boobs together so they nearly spilled out of the top of the vest. We jumped in the water behind the boat to be ready to descend with the rest of the group. Ana was next in and told us she would meet us on the bottom under the boat. She needed to go check the mooring pin attachment. Josh and Peg hit the water next and bobbed there beside us waiting for Tom and Brenda. "No one's man enough to take my dare?" asked Brenda as she stood on the dive platform ready to jump in. "Hey, doesn't this count," said Tom as he shuffled to the stern, his naked dick bouncing back and forth off his thighs. A chorus of shouts and wolf whistles met his splash in the water. Brenda was last on the stern. "Hey, me too!" she shouted and with a flourish untied the strings on her bikini bottom and tossed it behind her, a shaved pussy now on display. Liz and I looked at each other before descending. She had a big smile on her face. "I guess we're not in Kansas anymore" she laughed. " I'm still sure you wouldn't do that." With that she deflated her BC and sank below the surface. I turned head down and followed her down, eyes fixed on her rounded ass undulating under the now transparent panties. As we settled in a circle on a sand patch at the bottom where Ana met us to make sure everyone was OK. Her eyes laughed as she saw our naked divers and she gave them a big thumbs up. It was a little funny looking at Tom who's cock maintained a floating position and all the girls, including Ana, whose boobs floated in the water threatening to pop out of their BCs. Ana motioned everyone to follow her and off we went, me at my usual place at the back of the pack. The water felt a bit warmer at the shallower depth and the visibility was some of the best I'd ever experienced, at least 100 feet. You could tell this was a remote area with no evidence of reef damage and a large healthy population of reef critters. It was a bit distracting one time when we'd all stopped to look at large lobster hanging under a rock overhang and as I turned to let someone else drop in I nearly ran into Brenda's shapely, naked butt. Her pussy lips were clearly on display as she did a frog kick after Ana's lead. Unexpected Nude Week Ch. 02 I had been thinking of Liz's comment about how I would never strip off in front of other people and the heat of the moment and the challenge of her dare had my heart beating even faster in my chest. As the line of divers turned around a coral head I held back a bit. It was somewhat of a struggle to slip my briefs off over my swim fins and in doing so I ended up ripping the seam along one side. Crap, this might backfire on me. I was just thinking I'd show off to my wife and then slip them back on but now I had a clothing malfunction of my own. I stuffed the underwear in my BC pocket and scooted ahead to catch up with the rest of the group. When Liz turned to find me I'm sure she didn't notice at first. She gave me the OK sign which I returned then continued in our slow line. A minute or so later she turned back to tell me her tank pressure and that's when she first realized that I too was naked. She shook her head and I could tell from her eyes she was laughing. I pointed my finger at her and then made the sign of the number two. "You too" I signaled. We'd dropped away from the rest of the group and she nervously looked around to see if we were alone. The rising bubbles from the other divers were now on the other side of a coral spur. She reached to her waist and tugged her yellow panties down her legs, me helping them over her fins to avoid the damage that I'd sustained on my own briefs. She winked then turned to continue our dive. I was having a hard time believing we were doing this. Naked, underwater with a bunch of other people we had just met. If it hadn't been for the water temperature and the exertion of diving I know I would have been sporting some wood. Coming around the coral point I realized we were back under the boat and each couple was looking around different parts of the area doing safety stops. Ana was hanging in the water under the boat finishing her own. Brenda was about 25 feet from us and when she recognized our nudity she gave us a round of applause then banged on her tank to get everyone else's attention, pointing out where we were swimming. At first Liz made as if to pull her panties back on but soon realized the difficulty of doing so with her fins on and I was making no efforts to help. She handed them to me and I stashed them in the BC pocket with mine. She was going to have to climb out naked just like me. Ana had already boarded the boat and the rest of us started our slow ascents to the surface. Liz and I were the last to climb up the ladder where we were met with cheers and applause from our new friends. Standing there on the deck, water dripping from our scuba gear on naked display made my heart beat so fast. Peg, who was already out of her kit jumped up. "No fair, I don't want to be left out." And with a quick motion was whipping off her bikini bottom and stuffing it in her dive bag. Josh was quick to follow and I glanced at my own wife's face to see her reaction. His cock was about the same length as mine, pretty average, but it was incredibly thick. Like the rest of their bodies, Josh and Peg had dark tans everywhere. I just imagined the view of their private backyard. Ana was walking around the back of the boat distributing towels. "This is a new record," she exclaimed. I've only had one group where everyone ended up diving naked but that took the entire week before they got comfortable. You guys take the title as most liberated!" The sun was nearly straight overhead by this time and there was only a faint hint of wind on the water. Once our gear was secured we all moved up to the front of the boat to dry off and try to cool down in the air moving across the bow as the boated headed back to the resort. Brenda was the first to make a comment. "I suggest that we let everyone else know what our dress plans are for the rest of the day," she started. "Our friends Charlie and Jennifer are in the other dive group and I know they won't have a problem, in fact they might be naked already. The others seemed cool when I talked with them last night. When I told them I liked to sunbathe topless they had no problems. I don't think anyone would be offended. We'll have to see when we get back to the dock. Ana, how about the staff?" "Not a problem here," she answered. Because we're so remote and small we sometimes have a private rental of the entire facility and have had several nudist clubs take over the whole island. It's your vacation so just enjoy." Manuel expertly guided the boat through the reef cut with hardly a splash and could see the other dive boat at the dock a hundred yards away with folks unloading tanks. They stopped to wave to us as we neared and we all stood, returning the waves. Clearly there was some surprise as waving stopped and fingers pointed at the six of us lined up nude on the front of the boat. I squeezed Liz's hand in mine as the boat nudged against the bumper of the dock. "Hey guys," said Brenda to the others on the pier. "Let me tell you about and idea we have..." Unexpected Nude Week Ch. 03 We were back in our bungalow washing off the salt water prior to meeting back at the central palapa for lunch. Since we'd finished our last dive and returned to the resort with the rest of the dive group fully naked it didn't take too long to get out to our outdoor shower. I'd brought the underwear we'd been using as swimsuits up to that point to wash them out and see if Liz's bra was beyond repair. "I can't believe we did that," she said, laughing. "And I'm not even drunk! I'm not sure I'll be able to go down there for lunch with all those completely naked." I replied, "who better than people we won't see again after this vacation. I'm just concerned that they may go back to their rooms and put on clothes when we don't have anything to use. I can't help but think of that old dream of being the only one naked on the beach." I thought that we'd be able to at least wear towels. I wasn't looking forward to sitting in a plastic chair for lunch with nary a cloth between my ass and the plastic. I looked out the window toward the central part of the resort to see if anyone else had headed that way. I could see Ana and Manuel on the deck changing out tanks. She was still topless. The other boat crew was there as well. We'd been introduced to Hector and Brigitte the night before at dinner. They were both still wearing the swimsuits they had on when we returned from our morning dive. There was a second pier for the resort just past the boat dock and I could see 4 people sitting on the chairs at the end of the deck but I couldn't tell who they were or what they were wearing. About this time Brenda and Tom walked past our room down the beach toward the main Palapa. She had wrapped a small pareo around her waist but was still topless. Tom had thrown a towel over his shoulder but other than that he was still nude. Liz moved closer to be to take a look as well. "You know, I've seen more naked dicks today than I have in the rest of my life and I have to say I think that I like your's best of all. Well, at least we know we won't be the only ones undressed for dinner." Still being new to the concept of social nudity we both wrapped towels around ourselves as we walked down our steps onto the beach toward lunch. The resort staff had set tables and chairs in a long row under the palm trees outside of the palapa. With the shade of the trees and a gentle breeze off the water it was quite comfortable. Brenda and Tom were already sitting at one end of the table and we took the seats just around from them. We both kept our towels wrapped around ourselves until others arrived for the meal. We were chatting with them when a few minutes later Charlie and Jennifer arrived and took seats directly across from us. Jennifer was a tall thin blond woman with sparkling blue eyes. She was wearing a batik print sarong that was tied on in a strapless style just above her small breasts. Though her skin was relatively fair I could see no evidence of a bikini line around her neck or over her shoulders. Charlie was still wearing his swimsuit. Thick hair covered his chest and he looked like he'd once been fairly fit but was struggling against the 50 year old belly bulge. "Ladies, if we're going to convince everyone that this is to be a clothing optional vacation then we're going to have to live it ourselves. Come on now, I'm not going to be the only one sitting here with my boobs out." I gave Liz a wink as she looked over at me. She mouthed the words "You too" back at me and grinned. Undoing the rolled over towel corner she let it fall down to her waist freeing her large pillowy breasts. "Come on Jen," said Brenda. Jennifer untied the knot in her sarong and turned to drape it over the back of her chair. I saw no hint of a tan line on her small chest. Her areolas were somewhat wide and dark in color against the rest of her skin. "Brenda, do you remember that first time in St. Martin on Cupecoy beach?" she asked. Turning to Liz she continued. "It was one of the first vacations we'd taken together. We knew it was one of the nude beaches but a little less crowded than Orient Beach so we thought that would be a great way to start. The hardest part was the fact that these were our friends we were with but Tom was the first to break the ice. By the end of the week we were even walking up and down the beach at Orient. I'll never forget the expression on the faces of all those cruise ship passengers that they bus over. I know we must be in quite a few vacation albums. That's why we would always wear sunglasses and big hats." Brad and Carol got to lunch next and sat down next to us. "Well, I guess its true then," said Brad. "We weren't sure we heard right so that's why we're still dressed." "Give me a little more time," added Carol. "This may take me a bit more before I can do it." Tom responded. "There's no pressure here. Remember the term is clothing optional. No one's forcing you to do anything you don't want. We just want to be sure you're ok if others want to go without." "Hey, no problem with that," said Brad with a laugh. It will be good practice at working on eye contact." I looked down the beach and saw the other 2 couples walking together toward us. Josh and Peg were both completely nude carrying towels. Shawna looked stunning in a tiny wisp of a bikini bottom. Her breasts were bare. It was obvious that she had had augmentation surgery, no natural sway as she walked, but she carried herself with an air of confidence. Jim had taken the leap and was naked although he carried his towel slightly in front of himself. With everyone seated we began to enjoy the lunch that had been prepared for us. Conversation was easy with our new friends learning more about where people were from, what work others did and, as is often the case with divers, what kind of dive experiences other people had. It had also escaped my notice that most of us gather around the table weren't wearing a stitch of clothing. In fact, I'd almost forgotten that I was naked until I stood up to go refill my ice tea glass from the cooler on another table. I took a few minutes to gaze out over the early afternoon view of the ocean and feel a real sense of contentment. Serving as waiter for my friends I gathered up empty glasses and refilled drinks. As I walked around the table I was struck with the realization that I was doing this completely nude and it was no big deal. We were all adults and everyone made their own choice about what to or to not wear. There was no finger pointing or criticism. All in all it seemed quite natural. As the meal was winding down, Ana, one of the resort hosts, came out of the palapa with Brigitte to give us the heads up about the afternoon dive. She had put her top back on but both girls were in very brief bikinis, Ana no longer in the boy short bikini she wore that morning. "Well guys, I can see everyone is very comfortable and adjusting to our island privacy," she laughed. "Just to be sure, does anyone have a problem with the dress code? No? Then its official. You may wear what you like the entire week whenever and wherever you please. Now, this afternoon we've planned a trip to a dive site we don't get to very often. It's our version of shark/ray alley. It is a bit further away than most of our sites so it means taking everyone in one group on the big boat. Don't worry about overcrowding, the boat has a capacity of more than 30 so with the small group we have there will be plenty of room. Plus, we'll keep the dive groups as we were this morning with only 6 people with each dive guide. It will take about 45 minutes to get to the site so you've got some time to relax on the way out and enjoy the sunshine. That said, be sure to stay hydrated and use plenty of sunscreen especially those of you who obviously have put a little more skin into view. Brigitte and I are going on down to the boat to move everyone's gear over and check tanks and then we'll be ready to leave in about half and hour. Are there any questions? None? Good, we'll see you down there." They turned to head down to the pier. I gave thanks to the inventor of the thong bikini as they walked away and was pleased to see both of them reach behind their back to untie the bikini top which they hung on the hand rail by the dock. This looked to be a great start to what should be an outstanding afternoon dive. Having finished lunch we meandered back to our cottage to clean sunglasses and grab our sunscreen, a necessity considering skin that only recently had come to know exposure to the tropical sun. As soon as we were in our room Liz turned around and wrapped her arms around me and gave me a deep kiss. "I'm not complaining," I said when she finally let up, "but what's the occasion?" "I just want you to know how I feel," she replied. "I know you've wanted to try a nude vacation in the past and I've been hesitant. Now that I've tried it I find it freeing and kind of exotic. I'm just concerned that you'll enjoy looking at all the other women more than me." "Hon, please don't worry about that. I mean, seeing a bunch of naked women is almost any man's fantasy but seeing his beautiful wife comfortable in her own skin seems so natural. It makes me proud to be your husband." Standing there naked with her I felt a familiar stirring in my crotch and Liz knew it right away as I stiffened against her thigh. She relaxed her hand down along my side, reaching between us to stroke my hardening prick. Pushing be back I sat down on the edge of the bed while she kneeled between my legs and used both hands to pull and stroke on my now hard cock. I leaned back and closed my eyes intent on just enjoying the sensations of her expertise. Her soft warm mouth enveloped the swollen head of my dick and I felt the slickness of her tongue as she swirled it around the glans. While sucking on its head one hand stroked up and down the shaft while with the other she used her nails to gently scratch the skin of my balls. It took every ounce of will power to lay still and enjoy the sensations and not push against her open lips. Releasing her mouth she moved down to tongue and suck on my swelling nuts as her hand sped up its rhythmic stroking of the shaft. A moan escaped my mouth as I felt the impending orgasm and in response she quickened her pace. Looking down her eyes met mine, smiling, as I started erupting with shot after shot of cum. Slowing down her piston like hand job, she squeezed to milk out the last drop of gooey white jism as my breathing and heart rate slowed. I felt the warm liquid slide between our bodies as she moved up to lay across my sweaty and cum covered chest. "Thanks for a fantastic vacation," she whispered. "Babe, I'm the one who should be thanking you. I love you." We made a quick dash to the outdoor shower to wash off the evidence of our playtime and grabbed some dry towels and sunscreen as we headed back down to the dock for our afternoon dive. Our clothing optional group was nearly all there. Carol had changed into a different bikini and I must say it was more revealing than what she'd had on that morning. She had said she was taking it one step at a time. Good for her. Brad also was still suited but wearing what looked like a pair of small running shorts. The rest of the guests were completely naked aside from hats and sunglasses and towels draped around shoulders. Ana and Brigitte were loading water coolers and ice chests onto the boat. Both were still topless and their skin shone with sweat in the early afternoon heat. Josh and I helped get the last items aboard and then everyone got on the boat to check gear and tanks. The engines barked to life as they started and Manuel and Hector, up on the flying bridge, made final preparations for our trip. They both were wearing little Speedo style suits. Moments later we were underway. The flat water made for a pleasant smooth ride to the dive site. The wind over the front bow was a welcome relief in the hot afternoon sun. Liz and I sat up on the front deck with Josh and Peg and Brad and Carol. Carol started the conversation asking Peg about her experiences with nudity. "I told these guys earlier that living in South Florida we've always enjoyed outdoor activities and I grew up on the beach. I'd never considered going topless or nude until I met Josh and he took me over to Haulover Beach in Miami. I'd seen some of those models on South Beach running around topless and frankly felt a bit self conscious. They were these skinny girls with fake boobs and I certainly didn't fit that bill. When Josh asked me if I wanted to take off my top I told him my reasons not to. These girls weren't what the average person looked like and I considered myself average. So the next day he took me to Haulover. It's an official nude beach sanctioned by the city of Miami Beach. My heart was beating a mile a minute as we walked through the beach entry and stretched out there were literally hundreds of nude people. You know, there were a bunch of guys and in one spot I think they were mainly gays but at one end there were as many women as men. These people were normal, if you know what I mean. I saw flab, fit, scars, big boobs, little boobs.....you know, it was a cross section of regular people. And no one seemed to care what anybody else looked like. It was a bit nerve wracking when I first got naked but realized I was the only one with a problem. In no time I discovered how comfortable it was not having to deal with a wet suit, sand in all the wrong places, always pulling and checking to make sure nothing had slipped out of place. I was sold at that point. Since then we've tried to go to nude beaches whenever we could and we turned our backyard into a private nude haven." Carol seemed intrigued by Peg's story and asked a few questions about places and how to deal with kids and family members. I watched my wife as she listened in on the conversation. She was sitting on the deck cross legged, her trimmed pussy on display. Her hands were busy spreading sunscreen and it appeared that she was being particularly careful to cover her soft breasts and especially her nipples. It seemed she spent an inordinate amount of effort on her hardened nipples making me think she was enjoying the feeling of warm oil, gentle wind and finger stimulation. She caught me staring at her over the tops of my sunglasses and smiled at me as I winked. "Well, seeing how you guys are just normal folks and everybody just seems so natural maybe I'll eventually be able to try," said Carol. At this point Brigitte came up to the front deck where we lounged. "If you guys want to come back to the dive platform we'll have a briefing about this dive site and get ready to get wet." Hector had come up to the front of the boat to drop the anchor while Manuel turned us into the wind. It was hard keeping focused on my footing and hand holds while the bikini clad Carol, topless Brigitte and naked Peg and Liz walked in front of me. I did manage a quick butt grab on my wife but from the knowing smiles given me by Brenda and Jennifer I knew I'd been caught. Brigitte started this briefing. She had a lovely faint French accent. "Many dive destinations around the world will have a dive site named Shark/Ray alley. These are usually cuts in the reef where there is a lot of water movement from the deep water in and out of the shallower spots. This is kind of like a highway for some of the larger predators who come in from the deep blue for livelier reef fish. It means that if we hang out along the edges of the cut you can see some bigger things making their way in and out and that means shark sightings. Right here the channel is a hundred meters wide. What we'll do is take half the group over to the far side while the rest stay on the opposite side here under the boat. I'll advise you that the current can be pretty brisk here so if you get too far into the channel you might find yourself heading out into the blue. Don't worry, there's generally no down current so just do a safe ascent and Manuel will come pick you up in the inflatable." "What kind of sharks might we see," asked Brad. "Mainly we see reef sharks here, black tip and Caribbean. On occasion we've seen some hammerheads. They might me weird looking but shouldn't be a bother since we'll be along the sides of the reef cut. That said, be careful where you hold on to things. We usually don't want divers wearing gloves but we've brought along enough for everyone to have some to help hold onto rocks. That way you can just hang in the water and not have to kick against the current. We should all be careful not to bump anything "important" against the rock or coral." There was a general chuckle around the boat. I suppose a fire coral injury to a dangling participle could be greatly regretted. We would have to be diligent in our buoyancy control! Everyone started getting kitted up for the dive. I'll have to send my regards to the designer of women's dive gear. It is purposely designed a bit wider across the upper chest so as not to press uncomfortably on a woman's chest. However, for our naked divers it had the effect of pressing the flesh together and, in the case of my well endowed wife, up and out. That effect along with the flotation qualities in water made for a most memorable image. Since we were some of the first divers ready, Liz and I climbed into the zodiac and were joined by Brad and Carol. Manuel was going to take us to the other side of the cut where we'd do a backward roll and drop down to the reef edge on the side opposite the dive boat. Shawna and Jim were the next ones ready so they came along in our dive group with Brigitte as our divemaster. I couldn't help but see she had joined the ranks of the completely naked. As she stepped into the little inflatable and turned to sit I couldn't help but see her completely shaved pussy. "We'll be at the drop in spot in just a minute so everyone check your gear. It's best if we all roll in at the same time to balance the boat." The dive was just as they had predicted. We must have seen about 15 sharks. They varied from 3 to 6 feet long and were Caribbean reef sharks and Black tipped reef sharks. We were also treated to several Eagle rays including a flight of 3 good sized creatures slowly swimming into the outgoing current. These are magnificent animals that "fly" underwater with absolute grace and ease. When we'd been down about 35 minutes Brigitte banged on her tank indicating we should let loose of our grip on the rocks and drift with the current as we ascended for our safety stop. Our group moved together at a fairly brisk clip given the speed of the outgoing tide. I've always enjoyed drift diving because it allows you to cover a lot of territory without much energy expenditure. Since I'm a rescue diver I tend to stay toward the back of dive groups just to keep an eye on others. It looked like Carol was having some trouble with her gear, adjusting some part of her BC but Brad was right there helping his wife/dive buddy. The seven of us ascended to the surface together and Hector was expertly close at hand in the zodiac. He tossed a float line for each diver to hang onto while he attended to helping each of us onto the boat. I was the first on and quickly dropped my gear in order to help him with the others. We pulled Shawna onto the boat next. Its not particularly elegant to get hoisted aboard and as she steadied herself she reached out grabbing my upper thigh. "I'm so sorry," she said, spitting out her regulator. My cock had inadvertently swung against her outstretched arm. "I didn't mean to go grabbing around." Smiling back with a wink I replied, "My own fault for having things just flopping around." Brigitte was up next followed by my wife. As we took off our dive gear Hector piled everything toward to front of the boat and we took our places along the sides. Jim and Brad followed next and finally we turned to help Carol on board. As she sat on the side of the boat removing her mask and regulator. Unexpected Nude Week Ch. 03 "I saw you were having a problem with your gear toward the end of the dive. Is everything ok?" Her face looked a little flushed. "Oh, no problem. I was just trying to give something to Brad to hold for me." As she removed her BC it became obvious what she'd given him. Her pale untanned breasts were on display and with the coolness of the water her nipples jutted out at least half and inch. "The problem is my bikini top slipped out of his BC pocket. I saw it being swept away in the current as he pulled up into the boat. I guess I've no excuse to joining in with the rest of the group." With that she reached to her side and untied the strings of her bikini bottom and pulled them completely off. "Come on Honey," she said to Brad. "You're the last one left." He looked a little sheepish as he steadied himself in the boat and slid his suit down his legs. Even though the air temperature was in the upper 80's the combination of cooler water and a little breeze from the boat's movement made things a little chilly. Despite this Brad appeared to be responding to seeing his naked wife on a boat of naked people with a little extra blood flow. He gathered up some of his gear to hold in his lap while he adjusted to the new situation. Carol and Brad received an ovation as we motored up to the big boat and were helped aboard by our other friends. Brenda led the cheering section. "Good for you guys," she applauded. "I know you'll find complete support from everyone here. I'm glad you're comfortable enough with us to enjoy this new liberty and I hope you both will find this to be a pleasurable life style." Everyone pitched in to secure all our dive gear and soon we were underway back to the resort enjoying the warmth of the sunshine. There was a lot of attention paid to application of suntan lotion what with the intense sun and the amount of exposed skin. I surreptitiously watched Brad being careful to ensure that every inch of Carol's fine ass was protected. My own wife asked me to be sure her back was covered. Standing behind her I could see the sides of her large breasts jutting out to each side of her slender torso. Taking my job seriously I made sure to generously massage the lotion into her skin. She had placed her hands on her hips, arms bent out to each side. I took advantage of this position to smooth the cream along the sides of her soft breasts. Here I was in front of a whole boatload full of people rubbing my wife's tits. Her breathing seemed a bit strained as she listened to the ongoing conversations. It took all my self control not to spring a woody. Arriving at the resort, Ana called for our attention. "Guys, since dinner is not for a couple of hours and since we're done diving for the day we'll have a little cocktail party down on the beach. I'll have the kitchen staff leave a couple of coolers with frozen drinks and beer out by the hammocks. We'll plan to meet in about 20 minutes." Each couple disembarked heading toward our cabanas. "Do you want a quick shower?" asked Liz. "Seems kind of unnecessary since we'll probably cool off in the water. I saw some floats down by the beach. Let's just go take a swim while we wait for the others." Grabbing new towels at the beach hut we laid our towels out on a couple of loungers and pulled one of the inflatable floats into the water with us. "Do you need any more lotion, babe?" I asked with a wink. "I'm not sure I could contain myself if you put it on like you did earlier today. You were basically rubbing my boobs right there in front of everyone." "You didn't seem to mind too much. I mean, you didn't pull away or make me stop." "I was just trying to be nonchalant. You were performing a task and I didn't want to draw extra attention to how turned on it made me by pushing you away." I followed her out into the water as she leaned on her elbows on the float and let her knees bend under her body. Her full breasts were supported on the float. Moving behind her I began to rub her back. "So you were a little turned on when I did this?" I asked as I ran my fingers up and down her sides. She let her arms move a bit to each side giving me access to the sides of her tits. "And when I reached around like this to oil your boobs you started getting excited?" I could hear her breathing deepen as my hands found their way around her soft orbs. She backed her bare ass against my hardening cock as I continued my tactile exploration. She turned her head to look up and down the beach. No one had yet come out of their cabanas for the afternoon cocktail party. The boat crews were a ways down the beach at the far dock still unloading and refilling tanks. "Do me right here," she breathed lustily. "My pussy is aching and wet. Do it from behind." I could feel her moving her hips back and forth and up and down, seeking out my now rock hard prick. Even in the water I could feel the heat coming from her introitus. I slipped into her steamy wetness with a single push and heard a faint gasp. Liz dropped her right hand off the float and I could feel her fingers brush against my dick as she played with her clit. Her fingers would occasionally brush against my dick as I thrusted in and out. A faint moan came from her mouth as we screwed there in the water in front of the whole resort. I'd been keeping an eye out, trying to play down what we were doing and ready to stop if we were suddenly joined. Familiar noises from my wife made it clear she was having and orgasm and I didn't want to interrupt her when I saw Brenda and Tom exiting the cabana next to our headed toward the beach. I just kept my position behind her with her leaning over the float as they dragged chairs toward ours and waved. "Well," she sighed. "Since we're about to be joined here I suppose you should take your dick out of my pussy before they realize what's going on." Laughingly she turned and winked as she walked up to our chairs. "You might want to wait a little while in water before you walk out. We wouldn't want you to poke someone's eye out!" Unexpected Nude Week Ch. 04 Part 4: By the third day of our Caribbean dive vacation in Belize we'd become reasonably comfortable with being nude on the resort beach, while diving and during breakfast and lunch which were served at tables set under the trees on the beach. Since we'd had our luggage lost during the flight to Belize we had only one set of clothes to wear, my shirt and shorts and Liz's floral sundress. Because we only wore these in the evening to dinner which was served in the main palapa, we had managed to keep them clean. I'd fantasized about going with my wife to a nude resort and here my dream was coming true. We'd made some good friends with the other 5 couples spending the week in our little piece of Eden and everyone had quickly adopted the custom of nudity, even Carol and Brad who were the last to take the plunge. I believe we were both pretty turned on by the idea of social nudity and had enjoyed sexually pleasuring each other several times a day, the most recent the previous afternoon when Liz had me fuck her from behind while she floated on an inflatable raft in the water right out in front of the resort. She had just finished cumming when our new friends Brenda and Tom had come down to the beach for the late afternoon cocktail party. I'm guessing from the wink Brenda gave to my wife she had figured out that Liz's flushed complexion wasn't just from a little too much sun. After dinner on the third night of our vacation, Ana, one of the resort hosts and divemasters, stood to make some announcements about the next day's activities. "Tuesday is our chance to go and dive the Great Blue Hole. This geological feature is one of the highlights of a dive trip to Belize and the reason some people visit our country. You might know that Jacques Cousteau was the first to make a detailed study of the hole and suggest its origin. Tomorrow we will meet at the pier at about 9am and take the large boat on the 1 ½ hour trip to the hole. That should put us there at our time slot of 11am for the dive. We will follow one of the live aboard boats. Our government helps control access so it is not overrun with divers. That will let us have essentially private use of the Blue Hole for our dive. After that we will motor to Lighthouse reef where we'll enjoy a beach picnic for lunch and some surface interval time to explore the bird sanctuary and beaches before we head to the reef itself for our second and final dive of the day. Then its back here for the late afternoon." "What are the chances of meeting other groups?" asked Carol. "I see where you're headed with that question. Lighthouse reef and island are national parks. We will likely see other people there. It is usually a stop on a dive or snorkel trip so most will be dressed accordingly in swimsuits. It might be best to bring something along if we need to cover up." Sitting with our friends that night enjoying glasses of wine the discussion was expectedly about the next day. "I guess I'll be the one in this sun dress then," said Liz. I'm really getting tired of wearing the same thing even if it is only at dinner." "Liz, I've got an extra pareo in my packed stuff. You can borrow that tomorrow. It's like wearing a wrap around dress. I'm wearing the other one I've got," offered Brenda. Ten o'clock is a late night on a dive trip. Between the diving, the sun and the wine we were all bushed. Liz and I said our good nights and made our way back to our bungalow. The sky was perfectly clear and the stars were amazingly bright and close. "Let's go out here," Liz directed, pulling my hand toward the dock. The resort had two piers, one for the boats and a second that went out into the lagoon about 50 yards and ended at a triangular deck big enough for a picnic table and a couple of lounge chairs. I sat down on one of the loungers and Liz sat down between by legs, leaning her back against my chest while we reclined, looking up at the heavens. The sky was so clear you could see the swath of the Milky Way spreading out above. We sat for a while, my arms encircling her waist, just quietly enjoying the solitude and privacy. The sound of gentle waves lapping at the water's edge behind us was hypnotic. My hands caressed her sides and hips. They felt so smooth under the thin material of her dress and I realized it was because she hadn't worn panties since our first day. A contented sigh escaped her lips. Taking this cue I continued to rub up and down on her hips but used that motion to slowly draw the hem of her dress up her thighs until my fingers felt bare skin. I heard a quick intake of breath as I stroked the upper part of her thigh. Using light touch I continued to rub the skin of her upper thighs and reached further up to include the area above the thin strip of pubic hair which was now exposed. I could sense her pushing back against my hands. By this time I had pulled her dress up to her waist and spent some time lightly rubbing the tips of my finger across the bare skin of her belly, encircling her bellybutton with gentle tickles. Taking advantage of her willing response my hand moved further up to stroke the bottoms of her large breasts now with pert nipples pushing against the thin material of her dress. Sensing that she was turned on to the point of no return I pushed her forward from her reclined position against my chest and slowly pulled her dress from under her and lifted it over her chest and shoulders exposing her nude form to the view of the stars overhead. Laying back against me she grasped my hands with hers and slid them around her torso, one to pinch and roll her left nipple and the other she pushed down to her pussy. My finger stroked against her now swollen clit and I could feel how wet she had become in her excitement. Making small O shapes with my finger her legs spread apart exposing even more of her womanhood to my probing hand. Her breathing was even more intense. "I need you in me," she panted. Liz stood for a moment and reached down to unbuckle my shorts and pull them off my legs freeing my turgid cock. While she pulled them off I reclined the lounger fully flat and slipped my shirt off laying back as fully naked as she was. My wife then straddled my waist facing away from me, looking out to the dark sea in front of us. Her back was faintly illuminated my the few lights from the bungalows behind us. I could see the sides of her large breasts extending out beyond the edge of her chest as she lower herself. Her hands grasped my dick and guided into her slick pussy and she impaled herself on it with a moan. Slowly she began riding up and down its length grinding in a circular motion each time she came down against it. I could feel her hand and fingers rubbing against her clit, her other hand squeezing her own breast and tugging on her nipple. Faster and faster she bucked as she neared climax. I was so turned of fucking this beautiful woman under the open skies her out in the open at the end of the pier. In a matter of minutes I began to erupt my own load into her wet pussy and as I began to subside she shuttered with her own orgasm. Despite being out in the open she ended up being quite vocal as she was overcome with waves of pleasure. As it subsided she lifted up and turned to lay on top of me pressing my still hard but wet cock between our bodies. I could feel the juices leaking out onto my balls. She gave me deep penetrating kisses and contented hugs as we lay there regaining our breath and rejoicing in the love making we had just shared. After about 15 minutes she spoke. "I suppose we should head in if we want to be rested for tomorrows dives. Lets take a quick dip in the ocean before we go to bed. I need to clean up a little bit." We gathered our things. There was really no need to put them back on since we'd been naked with our new friends nearly everyday. Leaving them on the end of the dock we moved into the still warm Caribbean water dunking down onto our knees in the water in order to wash and refresh our bodies. Standing back up we walked out hand in hand toward our bungalow to spray off the salt in our shower before heading to bed. As we walked up the beach our path intersected Carol and Brad going to their own bungalow. It didn't seem uncomfortable in the least to be completely naked while we exchanged goodnights with these new converts, something we chuckled about once in our bed and slipping into dreamland. I'll admit to enjoying sleeping in a bit the next morning since the boat wasn't leaving until 9 o'clock. When I finally got out of bed I realized Liz was already up and had left the cottage. Her dress was still hanging over the railing where we'd left our clothing the night before so she must be somewhere naked. At the end of the pier I saw her and well as the other women sitting together and doing yoga stretches in the early morning sunshine. I had to grab my camera and snap a few photos as their naked bodies were silhouetted by the light behind them. An artistic image if I do say so my self. We had discussed the idea of taking pictures of ourselves with the resort dress code and everyone agreed that I would be a great reminder of the enjoyment we shared. We would just be sure to keep them secure for our own use and shared only with others in our little clan. About half and hour before we were to depart the yoga session broke up and I strolled out to meet Liz and the other wives and grab a bite for breakfast. While we ate, Brenda came up to Liz and offered her the extra pareo she had brought. The bright tropical colors highlighted the dark tan which she had been developing over the last few day. The women had a good time showing Liz the different ways to tie the fabric around her body. I know I had a good time watching the fashion show going on in front of me. Everyone was aboard the boat before 9am and had ensured that all the needed gear was ready. Lines were cast off and off we headed. We had all continued to enjoy the dress code and now everyone including Carol and Brad was naked. Even the boat captain and mate, Hector and Manuel had gotten into the spirit of things. The ride to the dive site was very enjoyable. Shortly after leaving the lagoon and reef in front of the resort we were into deep blue water but about and hour later small coral outcroppings became visible under the surface of the clear water. Hector had slowed the boat as we picked our way through the dangerous reef, using the GPS system and his vantage point up on the flying bridge to guide us through the appropriate channel. It would be too easy to get off course and rip the bottom out of the boat on one of the coral heads if one got a little too complacent. I was thankful for the expertise of the crew. It took about 30 or so minutes to traverse this part of the reef and Brigitte came down on deck to advise us that we would be arriving at the Blue Hole in a little bit. Ahead we could see the outline of another boat. Taking the advise of our host from the night before everyone began to pull on some sort of shorts, pareo or bathing suit in advance of entering the Blue Hole and meeting the other boat. It was a large square shaped vessel, not particularly attractive. Ana informed us that it was the Nekton Diver, a live aboard boat that carried about 30 people. They had been at the blue hole since early morning and were in the process of recovering the last of their divers and would soon be headed out. We would just sit outside the cut to the hole and get things ready until they moved away. We all began to check our gear and get things set up for the dive. Our profile was to be descent to about 120 feet where we'd see the stalactites that hung from the roof of the ancient cavern that gave rise to this geological gem. At that depth we'd swim under the overhanging edges and between the rocky icicles that were up to 30 feet long. After 8 minutes we'd begin our ascent along the wall checking out the few creatures that would be hanging out in the nooks and crannies. Overall the hole is not particularly filled with sea life since it is so deep and doesn't get good sun against the sides. Our group was now ready to dive but the Nekton had not yet moved out. Their divers were on the dive deck and rear platform getting off dive gear and showering. Hector had maneuvered our boat to the mooring buoy at the edge of the reef. "I wish they'd hurry up," laughed Tom. "Brenda and I are ready to get wet and I'm ready to get out of this swimsuit." "If you guys are ready feel free to jump in," said Brigitte. "Just be sure to keep track of you depth and time. If you want to dive nude I don't think the other boat will have a problem. They look preoccupied with getting prepared to leave so I bet they don't even notice." With that, Tom dropped his Speedo suit and Brenda quickly doffed her pareo and started buckling on their gear. I heard a couple of comments like "Hey check that out" and "I want to be on that boat" as they stood on the rear platform and did a giant stride into the water. Looking at Liz I asked her if she was ready. "I wonder how many vacation albums we'll be in?" she asked. I could see a few cameras had come out on the other boat. With a wink, she untied the sarong from around her neck, got up to go put it under the covered center table of the boat, then walked back in all of her naked glory to begin getting kitted up. Her boobs bulged voluptuously out of her BCD. I helped her with her fins then got myself ready. Following behind her bare behind we made our way to dive platform and with simultaneous strides we were in. The water felt refreshing after the heat of the day and the effort of getting ready for the dive. We quickly turned head down and headed for our target depth.. Aside from the wall of the pit there was nothing else to see. Sunshine beamed down through the central shaft of clear water highlighting the blueness of the deep. As we slowed our descent at 100 feet I checked to see that Liz was OK. Circling in the water column behind her were 2 Black tip Caribbean Reef sharks, both about 5 to 6 feet long. They would have made a great picture what with the water clarity and the beam of sunlight reflecting off their grey bodies. Liz's eyes widened in response to my pointing them out to her. By the time we were at 110 feet I could see that the wall of the hole had open away from us into a dark space. Clicking on the dive lights they had provided for us we moved away from the shaft and under the overhanging edges. Our lights illuminated the prehistoric looking rocky columns hanging from the ceiling of what must have been an enormous cavern. Some were at least 20 feet long and bigger around than a tree. We were able to swim between these stalactites, weaving back and forth as we went. Ahead I could see another beam of light playing back and forth and as we approached I could see we had caught up with Brenda and Tom. We exchanged OK signs as they headed back to the main shaft to begin their ascent. In this area under the collapsed roof of the ancient cavern and out of the sunlight the water was noticeably cooler. It had the effect of making Liz's nipples jut out. I couldn't help myself from getting next to her and taking my regulator out of my mouth so I could quickly run my tongue against the pert protrusion. She gave me a wink then motioned to her dive computer. We were at the end of our depth time and needed to head back to the main water column. As I stopped to check my submersible pressure gauge she came up to me and gave my dick and appreciative squeeze, enough stimulation to help it stretch away from is "shrinkage" state in the cooler water. Our ascent was uneventful. We passed some of our other dive companions on their way down as we rose. The water warmed comfortably when we were back at 50 feet and the sunshine brightened the view of the wall. Back at 20 feet or so the walls slope outward to the reef edge and here there were live corals and more reef fish so we had something to look at as we completed our safety stops. Climbing back on board the crew helped us take off our dive gear and stow our stuff. The warm sun felt great and once settled Liz and I headed to the front deck of the boat to dry off and make room for the other divers. Brenda and Tom were already there and, given that we were the only boat around, had maintained our dress (or no dress) code. We excitedly shared our impressions of the dive. They were disappointed not to have seen the circling sharks. Ana had told us that the Nekton boat will sometimes discard perishable food waste in hopes of giving their clients some big reef creature views. We were glad to have been the recipients! With the sun nearly directly above us and not a cloud in sight we were dried off in no time at all. I had Liz move toward me so I could be sure her back was covered in sunscreen. She lay on her belly beside me propped up on her elbows so she could keep on talking to Brenda who was leaning back on the front window of the boat's main cabin. I was sure to cover all parts of her back and shoulders. "Can you get the backs of my leg while you're at it, Luv?" she purred. Adjusting my position to better reach her legs I squirted a generous amount of the lotion on my hands and began to spread the thick fluid across her skin. I made sure to cover the inner and outer parts of her calves and then continued upward to the backs of her thighs. I was curious to see what she would do as I neared the area of her inner thighs since I was doing this massage out in the open with people who were strangers a couple of days ago sitting not more than 6 feet away. Her voice seemed steady as she continued to talk to Brenda and I felt her legs move a bit further apart as I slicked the lotion into the skin just above her knees. Taking this as a sign to continue I was careful to cover the entirety of the backs of her thighs and then moved on to massage the lotion into the darkening tan of her bare ass. Trying to be casual while I did this I let my hand slip downward so that my fingers barely stroked against her pussy lips. She responded with an involuntary muscle contraction. I took this to mean "leave well enough alone" and finished applying the cream to her bare butt cheeks. "Can you take care of me?" I asked once I'd finished with her back. We changed places with me laying on the deck and Liz kneeling next to my waist while we continued talking to Brenda and Tom. Josh and Peg had returned from their dive and had just moved up to the front deck to join us. Continuing to recount our dive everyone excitedly added their own impressions of the cavern we had just explored. Josh had done some reading about the Cousteau exploration and filled us in on the geology and theories of the hole. All the time he spoke Liz was massaging the lotion into my back, shoulders and butt. She moved down to be sure and cover my legs and the back of the thighs. When her hands got up to the upper part of my thighs I felt her slide a little deeper and her fingers grazed the undersurface of the shaft of my cock which I had positioned in its downward direction. The effect was expectedly stimulating and I felt of surge of blood filling its length when she lightly touched it. I was at first relieved when she moved further down my legs but then she slid them back up and again came in contact with the head of my dick. I involuntarily gasped at the touch. I could feel it becoming harder. This was going to be a problem if she didn't stop and I had to sit up. By the time Liz had finished applying the lotion to my legs my cock was fully hard and somewhat painful since it was underneath me and pointed toward my feet. I looked up at her over the top of my sunglasses to see if she had any idea what she had done. Judging from the smile and wink she gave me I think she was enjoying my discomfort. Here I was laying out naked on my belly in front of my wife and 2 other couples with a raging hard on. I didn't help that all the women sitting around my were totally naked too. Unexpected Nude Week Ch. 04 Able to maintain my composure (and my position laying on my stomach) I sensed that my erection was beginning to wane. Unfortunately for me at this same time, Jennifer and Charlie made their way up to the front of the boat, now having returned from their dive. With 8 people on the front of the boat I was going to have to sit up to make room. "Here babe," said Liz. "Come sit by me." She smiled as she spoke and I could tell she knew what she'd done to me. She just wanted to see how I was going to respond. "Well," I thought to myself, "its just a natural response. Just don't make it a big deal. Just sit up quickly, grab the towel that I'm laying on and drape it where need be." I tried to be fluid as I rolled over onto my side facing my wife. As I did so my cock seemed to spring up with a life of its own so it slapped against my lower belly. Guys are often referred to as either "show-ers or growers". I fall into the later category and my seven and half inches were now at a right angle to the rest of my body. I had the towel in my hand in a quick move and was sitting down with the towel across my lap. I know I had to have been seen but at least it was only for a brief instant. "I think I've got something in my eye," said Liz and in a flash she pulled the edge of my towel off my lap to dab out the corner of her eye. Shit! She was toying with my now just to see what I'd do. I figured that drawing attention was the worst thing to do so I just sat with both knees bent up. At least that way my hard on was a little hidden. Things finally settled down as our group kept on with our discussion about the diving. Liz gave up trying to make me expose my "condition" to everyone else and before long things were back to normal. A short time later Ana, who had climbed up to the upper bridge, called to us to let us know that everyone was back up and we would be setting off for Lighthouse reef and our lunch stop. We had about a 40 minute ride to the destination. I got up to stretch my legs and move to the back of the boat to check on the other divers. Liz came with me. "Are you settled down now?" she asked. "No thanks to you," I grinned. "Are you trying to get my in trouble?" "Well, to tell the truth, Brenda told me she and Tom had watched us last night when we were out on the pier and that I must have a lot to be happy about. I just wanted to show her what it was that can make me feel so good!" With that she gave me a big hug and kiss. God, I love this woman. When the island came in to view we started to gather up the things we'd need for the beach picnic. Ana, Brigitte, Hector and Manuel had all put on their swimsuits (not that they amounted to much). Carol, our newest nudist, asked is we should start getting dressed too. "We're going to go around to the back side of the island for our landing," Hector told her. "There is a dock on this side and it doesn't look like anyone is there right now but we'll check out the other side just to give you all a chance for a bit more private a place to relax. For now you can hold off getting dressed. I'll let you know if that changes. The dive boat was passing around the eastern end of a small island and at the tip a metal legged lighthouse projected above the tops of a number of palm trees. I say lighthouse. There was no house involved. It was just a light at the top of metal scaffolding. The whole island looked to be less than a mile long and at the end by the lighthouse you could actually see from one coastline to the other. I had noticed as we approached the western end looked more densely forested and a great number of birds circled lazily above the tops of the trees. Our captain continued around the southern coastline and brought us in toward shore several hundred yards down the beach from the light. After turning stern in he dropped the front anchor and then backed us toward shore cutting the engines when we were in about 4 feet of water. Manuel jumped off the back into the water with 2 lines from each rear corner and quickly tied the back end to a couple of palm tree trunks to steady our position. "If you guys want to go ashore and check things out feel free to do so," informed Ana. "We'll be unloading our supplies to the beach and setting up some tables for lunch. I would say you've got about 45 minutes to check things out before we're ready to serve. I did not see any boats tied up to the pier on the other side of the island. This is considered a part of the national park and there are often other dive boats or ecotourism treks that will stop here to tour the bird sanctuary at the western end of the island. I can't promise that we'll be the only ones here this afternoon. I guess you can select your own uniform of the day but you might want to carry something to slip on if you happen upon some other folks." Our group of 12 then headed to the beach carrying our shorts or wraps above our heads. It was nice not having to contend with walking around in wet or sandy suits. On shore we started a slow meander toward the light. The legs looked like they had withstood many a storm, the painted chipped and peeling and a moderate amount of corrosion on the bolts and joints. Scattered along the edge of the beach were many small coconut palm trees many of which were still growing out of the coconut shell. It was pretty cool to see how nature does its thing. I saw something greenish in color bobbing in the water just off the beach by the light and, handing my shorts to Liz to hold, I swam out to grab it. It was a glass wine bottle that was corked. Inside as a rolled up piece of paper. Bringing it back to our group we huddled around for the opening. "Maybe a treasure map?" offered Shawna. "Shipwrecked crew?" someone else suggested with a laugh. Opening the bottle took a little time. The cork had been pushed fairly far down into the neck. Finally I got enough of a grip to lever it out. A rolled up piece of paper poured into my hand. Sonia and Marco Jimenezs/v ArgonautMiami, FloridaCast off at Port of Spain, Trinidad January 2005 "That's kind of cool," I said. To think, this thing has been floating around the Caribbean for the last 4 years and ended up here at the same time we walked by." "I wish I had a pen to add something to it and send it out again," added Josh. I carried the bottle and note back up the beach to where the crew continued to unload the boat and left it there for later. Once we got back to the resort I'd add a little note myself and throw it back out to continue its trek. We continued walking up the beach toward the west and crossed over to the northern side where the pier was built. A makeshift sign pointed to the thicker trees and indicated that the bird sanctuary was that way. You could tell we were getting close because the smell was very distinctive. I guess birds are not as offended by their own guano aroma. The whole place was a cacophony of squawk and cries from the nesting birds. Frigate birds circled in the air above the trees and there were hundreds of chicks in tree top nests, their ugly white heads pointing out in curiosity. Checking the time, we started back toward the beach for lunch. As we neared the edge of the sanctuary Tom, who was up ahead, turned back. "I hate to be the bearer of bad new guys, but it looks like we're going to have to get dressed. There's a boat tying up at the dock right now." It looked to be about a 35 footer set up as a dive boat. I counted 8 women either holding lines or walking down the pier. They looked to range in age from 30 to 50 years old. A couple of younger women were lugging a cooler and some bags toward a picnic table back in the trees. All of them were wearing swimsuits. Our group as pulling on shorts or wrapping sarongs around our nudity. I stepped back to Liz and asked for my shorts. "What do you mean you don't have them?" I was a little panicked. "I remember you asking me to hold them when you swam out for that bottle. I think I must have set them down back at the beach where you left it thinking I was giving them back to you." Crap! What was I going to do now? The only way back to our boat was right past the dock. There was no way to avoid that and I sure wasn't going to hang our here by myself. That would look great, a naked guy in the woods spying on a bunch of women having lunch. "Tell you what," offered Liz. "It's my fault you're in this situation. I'll go explain the circumstance and I bet they'll give you some privacy while you scoot by." She and Brenda walked ahead to the group. We heard some laughter and, through the trees, I could see them look toward us and nod. After a few minutes the girls returned. "They're cool with it," said Brenda. They're on a girls dive trip to another dive resort not far away. In fact they said they've enjoyed the remoteness like us and had only put on tops when they got here for lunch. They did say they've not been brave enough to dive naked like us." "Well," I challenged, "I don't want to be the only one." "I feel responsible," said Liz. And with that she untied her sarong and handed it to Brenda. She and I stayed toward the back of our group. As we got to the pier some of the women from the other boat stopped to chat, asking about our diving and the Blue Hole. I was glad I still had on my ball cap and sunglasses. At least it gave me a little anonymity as I stood naked in front of the 8 women. After a few minutes we said our goodbyes and headed back to our picnic. As soon as we were out of their view everyone else stripped back down to their skin. Liz and I lagged behind the rest. "Damn," she breathed lustily. "I don't know when I've ever been so naughty. I'd have never thought that you and I would be such exhibitionist to be naked in front of all those clothed people." "Well," I answered. "We have been naked with our friends everyday and those girls were all wearing just bathing suits. Still, it took a lot of control and thinking about baseball not to get too turned on." She stepped in front of me, encircling my neck with her arms and pressing her large breasts against my chest. My stiffing cock swung against her thighs. Looking me in the eyes she said. "Thanks for the best vacation ever. I see a whole new world of vacation opportunity for us in the future..." After a deep kiss we held hands and walked to catch up to our group. Unexpected Nude Week Ch. 05 Our dive trip to Belize had proven to be even better than we had hoped. Sure, arriving for a dive vacation without luggage or dive gear made us apprehensive when we first landed in Belize City but the private dive resort on one of the atoll islands had been more than accommodating in getting us outfitted with the dive equipment we would need. Starting out we were using our underwear as swimsuits during the day and washing out our travel clothes for evening but after a "costume malfunction" Liz's bra was damaged beyond repair. Not to worry. With the support of like minded guests at the resort we had adopted a clothing optional dress code. As it turned out, by day 3 there was no "optional" involved any more. The entire guest population (all 12 of us) had taken to going nude during the day and on our dives. It certainly helped that the air temperature was in the high 80's and the water temperature not much below that. By Wednesday we'd fallen into the routine of morning yoga (for the women), morning swim for me (just happened to by back and forth in front of the naked yoga class, breakfast and 2 tank morning dives. We would enjoy a beach front lunch then have a hour or so for afternoon relaxation before heading our for an afternoon dive. Cocktails and beer on the beach and hanging our in the water met our return with dinner at about 7:30. As is usually the case on dive trips you're ready for bed by 10 o'clock. This was the day that the resort staff takes the boat back to the mainland to pick up supplies and food. They were also going to check to see if our luggage (and more importantly, dive gear) had finally made it. The dive boats were not going out but any guests wanting to dive could do shore dives from the beach. Liz and I decided that we'd take a little break that afternoon to do a little island exploration and some snorkeling. Our island oasis was one of many that made up an atoll. We faced toward the east. North and south of our island were others of roughly the same size. Our resort hosts had told us that these were uninhabited. There was a channel between our island and the one south of us that us only a few hundred yards wide. If the tide was not running you could easily swim across to the next beach. Excited about the prospect of this outing we got together some supplies (water, snacks, sunscreen, snorkel gear) and put everything in a dry bag that one of the divemasters let me borrow. "There are some beautiful beaches over there," Ana informed us. "No one lives on the island and there aren't any resorts there but on occasion some day trip groups will pull up there to bird watch or snorkel." Earlier in the week I had walked the beach to the south end of the island so I knew the way and after about 30 minutes had guided Liz to the area of the channel. The sun was high in the sky and we were both sweating profusely with the exertion. It looked like the current was not too fast but to be sure I had us go a little to the west so that we'd not get swept out with it. Donning our snorkel gear we stepped into the clear water and began our transit. I stayed behind Liz to make sure she didn't have any problems. It was had to concentrate on our destination with her naked form spread in front of me. We had decided to dispense with any clothing on this trip. Less to have to keep up with. Once on the opposite shore I stowed our snorkel gear back in the carry bag and we headed on around the beach. Coming around a point of land we saw an incredible stretch of beach spread out before us. It was probably a mile long. Since this was not an inhabited island there was the usual sea grass washed up in clumps here and there but for the most part we say just white sand. The beach was backed up against palm trees and low sea grapes. There wasn't another foot print to be seen. We took our time wandering down the beach picking up shells and looking for sea beans as we went. About half way down the stretch there was a makeshift table that had been cobbled together with boards that had obviously washed up on the beach. No, we weren't the first people to ever set foot here but it sure seemed like it at the time. Since there was a bit of shade here we decided to use this as our "spot" and set out some towels and our gear. I was glad that we had restocked our sunscreen supply before setting out and even more happy to help apply it to Liz. I had her lift her arms over her head and then took my time making sure that every inch of her body was protected. My slick hands spread the viscous fluid over her skin. Her breasts had taken on the tan color of the rest of her body since she'd been going naked for the last few days and I felt her nipples harden under the caresses of my hands spreading the oil. Standing here on the open beach under the bright sun and slowly massaging my wife's naked body had the expected effect of making my dick spring to life. I squatted down to take care of covering her legs and she spread them a bit for me to allow coverage of her inner thighs. Her trimmed pussy was directly in front of my face and couldn't help myself from burying my nose and tongue in her wet slash. Her clit was already swollen and protruding from the labia giving me access to her love button. Looking up, her hands were wrapped around her boobs, pulling and twisting her nipples which jutted out with stimulation. Her shuddering orgasm followed quickly. I've always enjoyed going down on her and know what kind of tongue movements can take her to the top the fastest. Her hands moved to the back of my head pressing it even tighter against her mons. "It's your turn now," she breathed huskily. "Babe, its was such a turn on watching you get off like that out here in the open. I want to savor my chance a little later. I'm drenched in sweat right now. How 'bout we do a little snorkeling right now to cool off." I ran back up to our stuff to get the masks, snorkels and fins and we waded into the water to go exploring. There was a fringing reef several hundred yards off the beach that produced a relatively calm lagoon where we swam. There were several coral heads scattered in the water but these became more numerous as we got further from the beach and closer to the reef. At its deepest the water was about 15 feet deep and, being protected by the reef was gin clear. I was able to dive down for a closer look at things and saw many conch and even scared up a peacock flounder. The smaller reef fish were plentiful on this protected side of the coral. I was glad to have brought my digital underwater camera to capture some of these sights but even more so to take pictures of my own naked mermaid diving through the water. Sound waves travel through water four times faster than air. However, it is difficult to determine what direction that sound is coming from. If you've ever snorkeled on a reef you know it is a very loud place what with the sound of water and the constant grinding of fish chewing on coral. As I swam along I perceived a different sound that was clearly mechanical. The sound of a boat motor. I've heard it many times while diving. I stopped for a moment and raised my head above water to see what was up. Between us and the beach there was a small open boat about 25 feet long headed toward shore right where we'd left our things. From my vantage point in the water it was hard to tell how many people were on it but I guessed about 5 or 6. I got Liz's attention and pointed it out to her. "Don't look now but our paradise had been invaded." "I guess we should have known that there was a chance someone else would be along when we found that table," she added. "What are we going to do?" "Seeing as its about 3 in the afternoon I don't see that they are here for lunch. Maybe they're coming to snorkel." "Well, imaging their surprise when they see us," she laughed. I gazed at her with new appreciation. Here she was laughing off the likely chance that we would be caught naked by strangers. "Well," I asked. "Should we keep snorkeling or head in?" "Maybe we should take our time working back to shore. I suspect they'll figure out other people are here when they find our stuff on the beach." Our trek back in was somewhat circuitous. I periodically would check our position. The boat had pulled up close to the sand and it looked like they had run a couple of stay lines up to the trees. I counted 4 people on the beach although it was difficult to tell much more than that. It looked like they were getting ready to go snorkeling. One person, it looked from this distance to be a man, was standing over by our stuff and I heard him give a shout to his friends. They all then stood and gazed out over the water, clearly looking to see if someone was there. Not wanting to shock or surprise anyone I gave an overhead wave of my arm and a divers OK sign. I clued Liz in. "We've been spotted. When we get a little closer I'll make sure they know what we're wearing so they're not too shocked." Approaching the beach I went a little further ahead than Liz until I was in waist deep water near their boat. "Hola," I said, not knowing if they spoke Spanish or English. "Sorry if we've intruded on your space," said an attractive woman holding snorkel gear. "When we saw your things over there we realized that we weren't alone." "No problem," I responded. Pointing toward the north I added, "We came over from the island up there. We're just enjoying a non-diving afternoon." The boat had brought two couples. They all looked to be about our age, mid 40's. The woman I was talking with was wearing a bikini. That see carried a few extra pounds didn't seem to bother her wanting to soak up the sun. "I need to be honest with you," I added. "My wife and I came over today hoping we'd have the place to ourselves and we kind of.....came out with out anything on." A surprised look flashed across her face. "I'm so sorry," she stammered. "Our hotel let us take the run about for the afternoon and suggested this beach because its easy to get to and is usually empty. Do you want us to leave?" "Oh no," I answered. "It is certainly big enough of everyone and it doesn't belong to us anymore than to anyone else. We'll just move our stuff up a bit if you want some privacy." "Do you want me to bring you your suit?" she asked. "Well......as it turns out we didn't bring any with us. You see we've kind of been doing this whole thing naked. If it bothers you I'll just go get our towels to wrap up in and we'll get out of your way." By this time the other 3 people had come down to join the conversation. Liz was now beside me, crouched in the water so just our necks showed. Because the water was so clear I knew they could easily see her floating boobs, even with the water distortion. The woman's name was Becky and she introduced her husband Pete and their friends Jonathan and Sheri. "I don't think its that big a deal," said Sheri. I just hope these 2 horn dogs don't make you feel uncomfortable. They've been trying to get us to shed our tops all day!" We had already taken our snorkel gear off and, taking Liz's hand, we stood up and walked out of the water. It looked like Pete's eyes were going to bulge out of his head when he saw my naked wife. I thought we'd head up to put down our gear but Liz just ended up standing there talking to these strangers. She filled them in on our predicament with lost luggage and how it turned out that now everyone at our resort was going nude. "Its actually been quite fun," said Liz. "I'm not constantly trying to adjust my top or pull some elastic band that's binding in an uncomfortable place. We're careful to use plenty of sunscreen to avoid the hazards of burns. In fact its been nice not having to think about dressing up for dinner. It's also made me more comfortable with my body. I know it shows that I've had a couple of kids. I'm not one of those stick thin models but you know what? That's OK too." The conversation seemed perfectly normal, except for the fact that my wife and I were completely naked with people we'd just met. We asked about their resort which was on an island a bit further south. They had fewer divers than our resort and more fishermen but a similar setup as a private beachfront casual place. After a bit longer I reached to pick up our snorkel gear. "We're keeping you from enjoying the water. We'll just go up the beach a little bit. We have to head back soon anyway to swim across the channel before the tide changes." "No, no," broke in Becky. "Stay where you are. We just wanted a short snorkel stop. You enjoy the beach." As we sat down on our towels we watched the 2 couples put on their gear and hit the water. I laid back to let the sun finish drying off the sea water. Liz took the bottle of oil and, laying beside me, squirted a stream of it across my chest and belly. Her hands massaged it into the skin across my pecs and her fingers stoked the hair that grew there. I tightened my belly as her hands spread the oil across my stomach. "Be careful," I whispered. "I'm not responsible for the actions of any body parts that you might encounter in that direction." She giggled. "That's what I'm counting on. Those people are way out there by the reef now. I figure it looks like we're just napping here." She pour a little more of the slick fluid in her hand and reached down to grab hold of my dick. It immediately began to stiffen at her touch, especially as her hands moved down to fondle my balls and spread the oil further. I kept my eyes open, watching her expertly pull and slide up and down my shaft, stopping only to add another tickle to my nut sack. By this time my cock was fully erect and the head engorged and purple. She seemed entranced by the sight, her hands pistoning up and down its length. I began to squirm as she brought me closer and closer to the edge. "Oh yeah," I grunted as cum erupted from my cock shooting across my belly and up on her tits as she lay propped beside me. Her grip lessened a bit as my orgasm began to subside and both of our breathing slowed. As we came back down to earth I heard her giggle. "What's so funny?" I queried. "I'm just thinking about how I'm going to describe today in my journal," she said laughing. We stood to walk down to the water for a cool down, wash off dip. I could see Sheri, Becky, Pete and Jonathan snorkeling about 25 yards off the beach where we went in. They made their way toward us. "Do you think we were caught?" asked Liz with some uncertainty in her voice. "You know, dear, I doesn't make any difference now, after the fact. I would guess if they had seen that they wouldn't be coming over here to visit." Both couples stopped in the water about 20 feet away and removed masks and snorkels. Sheri spoke first. "I just wanted to thank you guys for giving us a little motivation. As I told you earlier, the husbands here have been trying to get us to lose the tops all week but after we met you all today we told them that it had to be a 2 way deal." The four of them looked around at each other then with a nod stood up at the same time. All four were as naked as us. "I haven't been skinny dipping since I was a little girl," said Becky. "I can't believe how good it feels in this water and no having to pull or tug on elastic bands." The six of us bobbed in the clear water for a while getting better acquainted, share travel stories and snorkeling memories. After about 30 minutes Liz mentioned that we needed to get going if we were going to swim across the cut to get back to our island resort. "Don't worry with that," chimed in Pete. "We've got the boat. Why don't we just drop you off. We're needing to get back ourselves." Accepting their offer, Liz and I walked back up out of the water to gather our stuff and then back down to the spot where the boat was tied up. It looked like our new friends were starting to pull on swimsuits but when approached in our naked state I think they had a change of heart. "You said everyone at your resort was going naked?" asked Jonathan. "You bet," I answered. "You'll fit right in. He climbed aboard to get the boat started while I helped the ladies climb up the swim ladder. I'll admit to thoroughly enjoying the task as the naked mermaid held my hands lifting themselves up, water cascading down bare skin and naked breasts bouncing with the waves. I jumped up myself and pulled in the lines that Pete was untying from the shore. Once aboard we putt-putted through a break in the reef and turned toward our resort. It only took 15 minutes before we were nosing in to the dock, met by the still naked Ana and Brigitte. These new converts to nudism thanked us for the opportunity to try something for the first time in such a hospitable environment. Waving goodbye I sensed that they were a bit envious that we could stay here naked while they were headed back to their textile resort. "Well, dear," I said to my wife, "a week ago would you ever think that we would be ambassadors of the nudist lifestyle?" She grabbed my hand as we headed back to our cabana for a relaxing shower. Unexpected Nude Week Ch. 06 When Liz and I walked up the steps to our bungalow we found that our luggage had been delivered. Finally, we had our own dive gear. My wife did say she was looking forward to wearing something different to dinner since that was the only time of day when we wore anything. I was pleased to see when she dressed for the meal that she continued to go with out bra and panties even though she now had these available. Our fellow guests were quick to note that we now had changes of clothes but we all agreed that we enjoyed our daytime dress code of nudity and would continue the rest of the week. Later that night, snuggling in bed before falling asleep, we reflected on the days activities. "You know," started Liz, "I never thought I'd ever be so comfortable being undressed, particularly meeting people and talking to strangers." "I'm like you. It had been liberating and, on top of that, you seem so much more at ease with your sexuality. I mean, its nice having a vacation without the kids and we always enjoy more intimacy when we're not worried about someone barging in, but gosh, you've been a regular cougar these last couple day." "Maybe it's the nudity, maybe it's the exotic island location. One way or the other it's been fun doing things unconventionally. You'd better be careful bud, I might just try something really out of the ordinary tomorrow." It took me a while to fall asleep after that warning. My mind was racing at the possibilities. The morning sun rose to another gorgeous day without a cloud in the sky. During my morning swim I was glad to see that the early yoga session at the end of the pier continued to be a naked class with four of the female guests joining Ana and Brigitte. They all ended up taking a dip in the water with me after they finished. The heat of the day had them all glistening with perspiration. As breakfast wound down, Brigitte stood to give a briefing about the morning dive. "We'll be back to our regular morning schedule with two small dive boats going out. My group today will be Carol, Brad, Jack, Liz, Josh and Peg. We're headed to a dive site called The Aquarium. It's named that because of the abundance of reef fish and the incredible coral formations. Ana's group is starting at a site named Snapper Hole. Both are above the wall edge with maximum depth of 50 feet unless you decide to go out and over the wall. I think you'll find both areas to be easily navigable and we do this dive either guided or unguided. That means you can either follow the divemaster or go off as a buddy pair. After the first dive we'll swap spots so everyone will get to both sites." Liz and I went back to the cabana to get our sunscreen and to collect our personal dive gear. It would be nice have stuff that we knew fit just right. Getting back to the boat dock Hector met us I a flash to load our gear and set up our scuba units. I was watching Liz's face as he jumped down onto the boat with gear his naked cock swinging back and forth with the movement. Her eyes, though behind her sunglasses, seemed to follow his bouncing member as he moved up and down the boat. After he had set our gear up we moved in to finish setting up. "Have you seen something interesting this morning," I joked. Caught, she seemed a little embarrassed. "You know, I've seen more dicks in the last few days that ever before in my life. I just have never seen one that was uncircumcised. It really has a different look. It's actually made me realize that I prefer yours. I know that I like the way yours feels!" "Are you trying to excite me into embarrassment again?" I asked. "I felt a little uncomfortable the other day when you got me hard then made me turn over in front of the others." "Sorry," she smiled with a wink. "I was just showing off to Brenda what it is that can get me off. I'd already told her how you are with your tongue." I was glad the motor had roared to life. If she had continued to tease me that way I'm not sure I'd be able to keep things under control. The other 2 couples were setting their gear up and after untying the boat, Brigitte stepped aboard and we pulled away for our first dive site. Brad and Carol and embraced the clothing optional lifestyle. While first reluctant participants it seemed that Carol was now fully involved. In fact she had shown up for dinner the night before carrying her sarong over her shoulder. "I wasn't sure if we were eating outside again," she remarked. "I thought clothes were just for inside meals." Peg and Josh were so dark after these few days in the sun. They both had dark tans from the outset, the advantage of living in Florida and having a private property where they would sunbathe nude. The only white skin I could see on either of them was the "winkie", that flash of white skin where the back of the leg meets the butt. I'd noticed this on others, including my wife. The natural crease keeps this spot from getting the same amount of exposure. I stood at the back of the boat as we made our way our of the cut and into the open water. Liz and Peg were stretched out on the benches and I appreciated the way each bounce of the boat was translated through the deck and resonated through their bodies. Liz's luscious tits swayed provocatively with the motion. Peg's had a similar movement although less prominent given their smaller size. Peg had commented on how she wished she had larger breasts but Liz was quick to point out the downside in terms of finding clothing that felt comfortable and difficulty in some activities like running. "One of the reasons I enjoy diving is because everything feels weightless. It can be uncomfortable having to deal with all the weight up front but more than that it's the binding by my bras. I've really enjoyed this week without having to feel like I've got to strap myself in." The water was a blue and clear as every other day we'd been out. Because the islands of the atoll are low and coral, and because there had been no rain for the last couple of weeks, the visibility was exceptional. It was easy to see all the way to the bottom and as the boat came to a stop and we tied up to a mooring pin, we all gazed over the side to check out the view. Brigitte started with the dive briefing. "This dive site is great for checking out active reef life. It's well protected so there should be little current. As you can see just looking through the water there is a reef plate at about 30 feet. Between these coral heads are several grooves that extend down to about 50 feet with sandy bottom. Our dive profile will be 50 minutes at max depth of 55 feet. I'll be jumping in and anyone or everyone is free to follow on a little tour. This is an easy dive site so if you would prefer you and your buddy can go off by yourselves. Just keep an eye on your depth and time as well as air consumption. If your navigation is uncertain it is easy to make a slow safe ascent to the surface, check our where the boat is and then descend to make your way back. Because the reef plate is at such a shallow depth it's a great way to do a safety stop and still have something to look at. So who's going on a tour?" The other two couples said that they would follow along but Liz spoke up before me saying that we'd go do our own thing. I looked at her quizzically. She usually is one to want to stay with the group. A quick wink and a smile told me she had plans for our dive. Everyone geared up quickly and Liz and I ended up being last in the water. I guessed that this was her plan since she waited to see what direction the other divers were headed then signaled me to follow her in the opposite direction. She seemed to be on a mission with an intentioned pace toward the far edge of the coral head. I enjoyed following behind her seductive bare ass as she kicked, appreciative of the modified frog kick that made her spread her legs displaying her closely shaved pussy. Rounding the coral head at the bottom she settled down on her knees in a sandy patch and motioned for me to come to her. As I floated down her hand reached our and grabbed hold of my soft cock. Between the exertion of the swim and the chill of the water it was feeling a bit reluctant but the tug and pull of her hands had the rapid effect of causing an uprising. I watched her take a breath from her regulator then remove it from her mouth, lean down to my crotch then expel the air from her lungs. The rush of bubbles were incredibly stimulating as they flowed around my balls and the now hard shaft of my penis. She performed this maneuver a couple more times while using her hand to pump the shaft. She had already unclipped the upper strap of her BC and her tits floated lightly in the water, their hardened nipples jutting outward. She then motioned me to lean back, a bit challenging considering the scuba tank on my back, and moved herself to straddle my waist. Her hand held my cock as she lowered herself down guiding it into her pussy. I was afraid that the natural lubrication would be missing since we were 50 feet underwater but I guess she was as turned on as I was and my cock slipped in without too much difficulty. I think that the idea of fucking each other while diving as well as the possibility of having the others swim around and discover us made both of us extremely horny and, given the rapidity of Liz's breathing I could tell she was about to cum. Her groans were clearly audible through her regulator as she was overcome with the sensation. As my still hard dick slipped from her pussy I reached down to stroke it myself and it took only moments before I too began to orgasm. I couldn't believe that we'd just had sex 50 feet under water. I remember Liz saying the night before that she had something out of the ordinary planned and this would certainly count as that. We checked our air supply. Clearly we'd had used air a bit faster than we ordinarily would and decided to move up to the reef plate at 20 feet to do our safety stop and move closer to the boat. As I turned to look for the boat I saw the other 5 divers rounding the coral head coming our way maybe 10 feet away. I realized that I was still sporting hard wood and trying to hide it would have only brought more attention to it. Oh well, I thought. It's too late to do anything now. Peg and Josh gave us both big OK sign as they swam past and I saw Peg give Liz a thumbs up. Something made me think that someone else knew what was planned for this dive.....