2 comments/ 68405 views/ 9 favorites Vacation to the USVI Ch. 01 By: jbsecretagent24 By the time we made it to our villa on St. Croix it was dark. It had been a long, drawn out travel day. Up early for our flight to Houston, connection to St. Thomas, lay over for nearly 3 hours then quick flight to the largest of the US virgin islands. The rental car company was operating on "island time" so we had a delay before getting the car then we finally met up with the agent from the villa rental company who escorted us to the house. At her suggestion we drove to a local restaurant for a late meal and the full moon party but by the time we were done eating exhaustion won out and we just headed back to fall into bed and get some rest. I think we'd both been working double time the week leading up to our vacation and sleep was welcome. I don't think I moved at all in my sleep. Sunlight streaming through the sliding doors made it difficult to focus on the clock. Eight o'clock, shit, I hadn't slept to that hour in years. I had not even heard Liz get out of bed. I could hear the pleasant sound of birds chirping and realized that the sliding door was ajar. Liz must have gone outside. My first impression on seeing our compound in the light was that the brochure didn't do it justice. I knew this villa was right on the ocean and it was described as having private landscaping but seeing it in real life nearly made me stumble. Our room opened onto a deck that was about 15 feet off the ground and ran the entire width of the house. A hot tub was recessed in the center of the deck. I peaked out the window to see of Liz was on the deck. Since we sleep in the nude I wasn't sure about walking out on the deck until I knew if it was private but from my vantage point all I could see was dense trees to each side and scattered palm tree between the house and the blue Caribbean Sea. It looked like it was secluded so I slid the door open and stepped out into the morning sun. The air temperature was quite pleasant. The tropical humidity hadn't yet started its climb. Making my way to the rail at the edge of the deck I looked around to see where Liz might be. The steps lead down to a sandy "yard". A couple of loungers were positioned to catch the sun while tucked under the shade of the palms a table and set of chairs looked like a welcome spot for a late morning snack. A couple of hammocks swung between trees. There was a hedge of bushes along the waters edge and I could make out a fence that enclosed our enclave. I remembered the rental agent advising us to close the gate in order to keep the feral goats and donkeys out of the landscaping. Who knew that these animals have a sweet tooth for exotic plants and trees. Looking left and right all I can see are trees. The foliage is so dense I can't even see the houses on either side. It's kind of like being in a tree house. Near the waters edge there is a gate. I guess that gives you access to the water and beach. Draped over the fence I see a towel. My wife must be out having a swim. I step back inside to the kitchen to put some water on to boil. I know she'll be ready for some tea once she gets back. Back in our room I rummage through my suitcase and find a bathing suit. We both enjoy swimming and the one I grab is a very brief racer style suit. I figured I could enjoy getting maximum tan in a suit like this. I start to put it on but then have second thoughts. If its as private as the brochure indicates I might not even need this. I wonder if Liz would be willing to go without too. In our younger days we'd visited nude beaches so I knew there was a precedent. Two cups of tea are now steeping and I carry them out to the deck. My heart races a little as I go back outside. A stack of towels was right by the door and I hold one under my arm with my suit as I carry the mugs out to the deck table. The sound of gentle splashing tells me she's nearing shore. I look out at the water to see where she might be and catch the movement of the otherwise still water as she makes her way toward the beach. Her stroke seems effortless as she glides closer then she stops swimming, crouched down in the water, shaking her head to clear her ears. Only her head and neck are visible to me. She turns as if to look up and down the beach, first to the right and then to the left. Its as if she is a bit hesitant to leave the sea. Maybe she's just doing her cool down after the effort of swimming. A moment later she does another head turning survey then I watch her stand and quickly move toward the gate and her towel. Oh my God, she's naked! It looks like she also was taken in by our seclusion and took advantage of the opportunity to go without clothes. I never expected her to do this so quickly and without my prodding. The shape of her figure had always attracted me. Her full rounded hips give her a womanly shape and her large breasts sway as she makes a quick dash from the water to her towel which she quickly wraps around her nudity. I feel like a voyeur as she makes her way across our yard and to the steps leading up to the deck where I'm standing. When she sees me standing there she makes a little squeak. "How long have you been there?" she asks. "Long enough to appreciate the tropical beauty." "I'd wrapped my self in a towel when I got up this morning to look around and the water was so inviting. I didn't see anyone moving around and figured I'd be OK for a quick swim. Now I'm thinking that if you were watching me then maybe someone else was too." "Baby, I only realized you were naked when you got out of the water and judging from the trees and bushes surrounding us, I don't think anyone would have been able to see you. Anyway, as beautiful as you are, they could only enjoy the view. I know I did." Standing on the deck I gathered her in my arms, feeling the water trickling from her hair and down her back. Pulling the towel from around her I had her turn away from me and used it to dry her brunette shoulder length hair. When it was just damp I spread the towel over the rail and, still behind her, turned her to face out to the water. My hands traced up and down along her waist and hips, enjoying the tautness of bare skin. Her hands were spread out on the railing and, moving up, my hands stroked along the outside edge of her naked breasts. I felt her push her ass back against my now rigid cock in response to this stimulation. Teasingly, I reached further around to caress the underside of her breasts, feeling their weight as my hands explored the fleshy orbs. Her nipples were stiff in response to this stimulation and I used fingers to roll and tug on the protruding nubs. As Liz pushed back further against my crotch her legs spread apart and she leaned further over resting her forearms on the railing of the deck. She shifted back and forth brushing her glorious ass against my upward pointing member as if tease it into submission. Looking over her back, the morning sun reflected off the smooth water casting a warm glow on our exposed lovemaking. She reached down between her legs to grab my cock and guide it into her slick pussy. It slipped in with ease; she was so wet with anticipation. Her hand stayed between her legs. I could feel her fingers brush against the undersurface of my dick as I pumped in and out of her pussy. Then she would slide them up to rub circles around her swollen clit. I got so turned on thinking about the view from the beach in front of our villa. If someone were to walk by at that moment they would no doubt be frozen by the scene of my wife leaning over the railing, tits swaying with the motion of being fucked from behind. Her breathing had intensified and in moments I felt her contract her pussy on my shaft. That was all it took to push me over the edge and the pressure in my nut sack exploded at the same time she climaxed. It felt like I came for nearly a minute and she continued to thrust back against my as her own orgasm continued. As things finally played out I pulled out and she turned to face me, wrapping her arms around my neck and pushing up against my body. My still hard and slick cock pressed between us. We held each other for a while relishing in the closeness of the moment. She finally broke the silence. "Lets go get cleaned up. I know a great place to go skinny dipping." Grabbing my hand she led me down the steps and across the yard to the gate at the water's edge. "Do you think we need towels?" I asked. "What if somebody comes along?" "You weren't bothered when it was me out there without a suit. Plus, nobody knows us here. We'll just stay ducked down in the water until the coast is clear. Come on, this will be fun." I knew it would be. Deep down I'd fantasized about this very situation where we'd be caught unexpectedly. In my fantasy it was either on our deck at home or in our hot tub. Standing at the gate I peered up and down the shore. I could see no one moving at all. About 200 yards down the beach there were a number of inflatable dinghys pulled up on the sand. Hand in hand we quickly moved to the water and ducked down under its surface. Even though it was still early morning the temperature was in the 80's and, after the recent exertion, the water felt great. The sensation of water flowing across naked skin is most delightful and we both enjoyed the refreshment that it offered. I followed her a little further out into deeper water and we began to swim parallel to the beach. After a hundred or so feet I stopped to survey the area. Our house was at the end of the beach, difficult to make out because of the thick foliage of the yard. Next door was another villa. It's yard was basically all sand. There was an elevated deck to one side with steps leading down to the beach. Continuing down the shore was a third house. It looked unoccupied, its windows boarded up, and the yard in front seemed overgrown. There were no other houses before the dingy dock that we'd seen earlier. I guessed that boats that moored further down the beach in the cove used this dock as their access to the island. At the other end of the beach I could see a number of boats tied up to mooring pins. On the beach opposite these boats a number of tables and chairs were scattered and I presumed this to be a beach bar and restaurant that I'd read about in the documents about the house. We began our return to our end of the beach. There was a little coral reef about 200 feet off the sand and we took some time to swim around it peering through the water. I made a mental note to come back out with goggles or my snorkel gear to get a better look. Heading back in to shore I pulled up even with Liz as we stroked in. "Hey," she said. "Are there people out on the beach at the house next to us?" I squinted to bring things into focus. I could make out two people unfolding low beach chairs right at the edge of the water. There was a man who looked to be in his 50s, grey hair on his head and chest. He was wearing a Speedo style swimsuit like I wear in the pool at home. He looked very tan. The other was a woman, also tan. Her shoulder length hair was pulled into a pony tail, a beautiful silver color which was in stark contrast to her dark skin color. She had on a bikini top and a colorful sarong was wrapped around her hips. I noticed as she took it off and sat down that the bottoms were a T-back style. I'd tried to get Liz to consider wearing one of those on this trip but she was too afraid that she wasn't thin enough. It became obvious that our neighbors were settling in to their chairs to enjoy the morning sun and a beachside breakfast. Liz turned to me with a panicked look. "What are we going to do now. There's no way to get back to the house without being seen." "Well," I responded. "Our choices are to stay here until they go back in, and we don't know how long that will be, or just bite the bullet and be nonchalant about it. I mean, after all, it is the tropics. They're not wearing much more that we are. We'll just be casual about it, as if its something we do everyday. I'll walk beside you so that I'm between you and them." By this time we were in about 3 feet of water and 25 or so feet away from the beach and another 20 feet to our gate. I remembered having shut the gate after we came out. I could see our towels on the other side of the fence laying on a small table under the palm trees. "Are you ready?" I ask Liz. "Don't run and splash, that will just draw attention to ourselves. Plus, you needn't be embarrassed. I think you look hot!" Hand in hand we stood up and began our walk. I glanced to the right to see if the folks next door were even aware that we were there. Both were looking directly at us and the woman lifted her arm with a wave. "Well," I reported to Liz, "We've been seen. Just smile and wave back." And that's just what we did. It only took a few seconds to get to the gate but my heart was going a hundred miles and hour and it seemed like it took 10 minutes. On top of that, the latch for the gate was rusted and it took a bit longer to get it undone. Finally we were back inside our yard and out of view. We both wrapped towels around ourselves to dry off. We both started laughing. "Howdy neighbor!" I said to Liz. "That's a heck of a way to make an impression. I hope we didn't scare them too badly." We were just about to head up to the deck and get breakfast when we heard a voice call out. "Hullo" It was our next door neighbors not standing at the fence at the corner of the yard where our yard bordered theirs. They were both wearing their swimsuits and I noticed that she hadn't bothered to put her sarong back on. We were still wrapped in our towels as we walked down to meet them. "I guess we're going to get spoken to about our skinny dipping," said Liz. They introduced themselves as Jerry and Karen. I wasn't too far off on my initial assessment. They looked to be a few years older than us probably in their early 50's. I decided to be proactive. "Sorry if we offended you with our swimming." I said. "We kind of got caught up in the moment." "No worries," replied Karen. "We've been coming to this spot for years, in fact 5 years ago we bought the house next door and added the pool. We love the fact that its off the beaten path and very few people come by. That's why we decided to buy here so we can enjoy the clothing optional privacy. We were glad to see you sharing that lifestyle since we do too." Jerry chimed in. " Usually we have to just stick to our pool deck since we don't always know who's staying in this house. I hate having to deal with sand and wet swimsuits so we don't often get to sit on the beach or swim in the ocean nude." We chatted for a short time when Karen spoke up. "Jer, we've interrupted Jack and Liz's morning enough. They must be starving. Guys, tell you what. If you're free stop by this afternoon around 4 or 5 and we'll have drinks up by the pool. I understand if you have other plan, after all it is vacation, but we'd love to have you visit and it would give me a chance to break out the blender for some frozen margaritas." "That sounds great," answered Liz. "Our plans are wide open." "Great, we can enjoy some drinks, cool off in the pool and watch the sunset. We'll see you this evening." It was hard to keep my eyes off the shapely nearly bare butt of Karen as they walked away. The thong bikini was aquamarine and a stark contrast to the dark tan. It was obvious she wore that suit or less when she laid out. Liz and I headed back to our deck. "I guess you enjoyed that view," kidded Liz. "They seem like nice people. I would have never guessed that they were nudists." "What does a nudist look like?" I asked. "The only way to tell is the way they act when nude. It obviously doesn't bother them and I'm proud of the way you acted there wearing just a towel." "Even in a towel I had more on than Karen." We enjoyed the rest of the morning relaxing on our deck and in our yard. As Jerry and Karen had said, we didn't see another person all day. Sailboats passed through the bay in front of our house in the distance. Liz had put on one of her bikinis after breakfast when we went to sunbathe on the loungers in the yard but after a short time, when she saw that I was going to stay nude, she took it off and tucked it away in her bag. I made sure that she was protected with sunscreen since there was a fair amount of previously unexposed skin now visible and I'll admit to taking my task seriously since it meant rubbing my oily hands all over her naked body. We did finally get dressed and left the house for a brief afternoon trip to a nearby store to get some food supplies, a bottle of rum and some cheese and crackers to take with us to the neighbors. We even managed to get an afternoon nap in, nearly sleeping until 5 o'clock. Yes, that's the way to enjoy a vacation. Liz was gathering up the snacks we had purchased and I got one of the bottles of wine I'd brought from home to give as a hostess gift. She had put on her bikini (one of the new skimpy ones I'd encouraged her to buy) and a cover up and I slipped on a pair of board shorts. After all, it was more or less a cocktail party. We decided to just walk up the beach to get to their house rather than go up the street front entrance. The "yard" of their house was basically just a sandy space. The house was on elevated like many of the oceanfront properties we'd seen. In front was a deck with steps leading down to the beach. I could see a couple of towels spread over the deck rail. Music was playing from inside and I could hear the sound of an electric blender. Liz called out our hello as we made our way up the steps. The pool was beautiful, a rectangular shape with a rounded hot tub at one end and deck loungers arranged at the far end looking out over the water. The landscaping on the side opposite our house was just as thick and green as ours and provided a nearly impenetrable screen from the next house over. "Karen, our guests are here." Jerry stood up to greet us. I heard a little gasp of astonishment from Liz as he walked towards us. He was completely naked and his cock must have been 8 inches long, swinging back and forth as he walked toward us. Karen appeared at the door holding a tray of drinks and she, too, was completely nude. I think she sensed our surprise. "Jerry, maybe we should put something on. I don't think our new friends were quite ready for this." Liz spoke up first. "No, no," she replied. "This is your house and we are guests. We knew from earlier today that you were nudists, in fact we spent most of the day ourselves sunbathing in the nude. We just have to adapt. Please don't change anything just because of us." Karen handed drink glasses to everyone and Jerry took the tray, heading back to the house. "We brought you a bottle of wine," I offered, "and here are some cheese and crackers we can nibble on. If you'll show me to the kitchen I'll stick the wine into the fridge and grab some napkins." Jerry led the way. Entering the house through a sliding door we were in a large open great room and the far side of the room was the open kitchen, Granite counter tops and light colored wood gave the room a tropical airy feeling. Jerry retrieved a package of cocktail napkins while I stowed the wine bottle into the stainless steel fronted refrigerator. I followed him back out to the deck where Karen and Liz were talking. I had to do a double take when I sat down beside Liz. She had completely stripped off her bikini and was as naked as Karen. "Come on Jack," she prodded. "You need to get with the program here." Steeling myself with a big sip of the strong drink I stood up and quickly slid the board shorts down my legs, tossing them to Liz's bag where her bikini had already been folded away. I hurriedly sat back down afraid of what might happen as I sat here with two beautiful and completely nude women. It was made even more difficult when Karen sat up on her lounger and assumed an Indian style position. Her dark tan went all the way to her pussy and it was obvious that she either shaved or waxed it completely. I could feel my dick starting to stir and chose that time to hop into the pool and cool off before things started sticking out in all sorts of directions. Vacation to the USVI Ch. 01 We ended up having a most delightful time visiting with our new friends. Jerry was a dentist in the costal area of North Carolina. Karen had been a stay at home mom. Now that their kids were grown and out of the house they tried to travel as much as possible to visit their tropical retreat here in the USVI. They had a great gig going with Jerry working for 6 weeks then taking a 2 week break here. I asked them about their introduction to nudism. They had first experienced nude beaches in their home state of when they would vacation on Ocracoke Island, a barrier island that is part of the Outer Banks. Nearly the entire island was National Seashore and most of the beach was remote. One only had to pull off the road and walk across the dune to find a barren stretch of sand. It was not an officially sanctioned nude beach so you had to be constantly on alert for park rangers who patrolled to be sure no one was damaging the dunes or interfering with the nest of some threatened shore bird. Whenever you saw the glint from approaching truck windshields you would have to tug on your suit and then smile and wave as the rangers passed. They said that they enjoyed the feeling of nudity but always felt a little on edge. After their first trip to St. Croix they had fallen in love with the island. The tropical environment was the first attraction and the fact that it was a US territory made the travel a bit easier. When they discovered this remote cove and the house they now owned they had fallen in love. "It makes it a lot easier to enjoy sans clothing," said Karen. "When we're here we stay close to home and rarely put anything on. The late afternoon turned into evening and after several rounds of Karen's drinks we were feeling no pain. I ran back over to our place and got the chicken that we had planned to have for dinner so we could grill out with our new friends. Jerry and Karen had salad and some vegetables that were made even more flavorful on the grill as we continued our visit. Periodically we'd slip into the pool to stave off the late evening tropical heat and by the late evening, after dinner, we were enjoying the not too hot hot tub. I guess my yawning gave away how tired I had become, in part related to the drinks and wine with dinner and around 9 o'clock we said our goodbyes. I will admit that I enjoyed hugging Karen with her bare breasts pushing against my chest and it seemed like Liz lingered a bit as Jerry did the same to her. As we walked back to our villa I asked if she enjoyed the feeling of his long cock up against her thigh. "I think that would be just a little too scary for me," she answered. "After 20 years I know just what I like and its hanging between your legs. Now, if you're not too tired I have just the place for you to put it right now........" Vacation to the USVI Ch. 02 As is our usual case, we both woke early the next morning. With the curtains left open, the early light of the rising sun cast a yellow glow on the room. I could see it glint off the relatively calm surface of the water in front of the house. Liz stirred awake beside me. I was glad that I'd spent time making sure she had been well covered in sunscreen the day before. There wasn't a hint of redness on her breasts or ass which had already started to tan like the rest of her body. We'd visited the tanning salon for several weeks before this trip to make it a little easier to stay out in the intense sun. I made some tea to help us wake up and we sat outside on our deck to enjoy watching the day awake. "Are you up for a morning swim?" asked Liz. "You bet. After all we had to drink last evening I'm sure I could use the exercise." "Are we going to continue our foray into this nudist style?" "Well," I said, "I know I've enjoyed it so far. We've gone without clothes during our swim yesterday and Jerry and Karen told us the cove is secluded. I haven't seen anyone else down at this end of the beach and yesterday all the boats we saw stayed up by the moorings. I say let's go for it!" Liz went to get some towels from the cupboard while I dug out our swim goggles. I knew it would be a bit easier having them on. Plus, it would give me a better opportunity to ogle my naked wife underwater. Down the steps and across the yard we went to the gate and, with a tentative survey down the beach we quickly walked into the water and ducked down to submerge. Liz has a much more fluid stroke than I do and seems to glide through the water with hardly a ripple. I, on the other hand, had to concentrate on my flutter kick so as not to splash too much or make too much of a noise. We first went out about 50 feet from shore where the water was about 8 feet deep then turned to the left to swim parallel to the beach. I didn't see any one out at Karen and Jerry's house next door. When we passed the dingy dock at the halfway point of the beach it didn't look like there had been any change from the previous day. It took about 12 minutes to get to the far end of the beach. Here there were several sailboats tied up to mooring lines. I hadn't seen any activity on the boats the previous day and even now they looked closed up and quiet. It must be a long term mooring facility. We stopped and tread water for a bit as we turned to head back to our house. I did a couple of surface dives to look at some coral rocks underneath us. I actuality I was more interested in looking at the buoyant effect of the water on Liz's unrestrained chest. Her breasts almost bobbed in the salt water. She asked me if I was ready to head back. It was a mesmerizing sight to follow her naked butt on our return. When she changed to do a breast stroke I was presented with a fish eye view of her pussy with each kick. I almost ran right into her when she stopped suddenly. Pulling up even with her I asked if she had a problem. "Watch out," she whispered. "We about to get run down." Heading towards up was a white sailing yacht. The crew was in the process of lowering the mainsail. It was still about a hundred yards from our position but headed right at us. We turned a bit more to shore but the boat slowed considerably as the sail was lowered. By the time it was even with us it had nearly stopped. Certain that we were out of the way Liz and I stopped swimming to tread water and watch as it passed. We could see three women on board, 2 working on stowing the sail while the other was at the wheel. One pointed at us and called to her crew. "Mother, I told you that wasn't a sea turtle. My God, you almost ran people over." They all came to the rail of the boat. "I'm so sorry," said the helmsperson. "We're just getting in from a 3 day passage and I'm so looking forward to getting ashore and a shower. I must have been too focused." She looked to be in her early 50's. The other 2 women were younger, 20's I'd guess. All sported the dark skin color of a fair amount of time cruising. Accepting their apologies we turned to head back home. I overheard one of the younger women talking. "I pretty sure they were naked. That's kind of cool." I heard the engine of the boat start as they headed toward a mooring. We continued our swim and shortly ended up at the beach in front of our house. The neighbors were still not up and around. I looked back down the beach where the new boat was in the process of tying up. It looked like the crew was standing on the side of the boat toward us and I perceived the shine of glass from binoculars looking our way. I decided not to tell Liz about being watched. In fact, when we stood up to walk to the beach I grabbed her hand and pulled her close for a wet hug. We stood there in the morning sun for a moment, drinking in the tropical beauty before heading through the gate. I knew we were being watched but didn't really care. I didn't want to offend anyone but then again I wanted them to know what they might be seeing this week if they ended up staying in this little bay. The morning air temperature was perfect, somewhere in the low 80's and after I made some more tea we sat out at our beachside table to share breakfast and do a little reading. Both Liz and I had adapted to the privacy of our villa and, aside from carrying a towel to put on the seat, were both nude. It was hard to concentrate on the book that I was reading with the distraction of the sounds of nature, the lapping water at the beach, songbirds chirping in the trees and the hum of hidden insects. I found myself gazing out over the water, imagining living in such an idyllic setting forever. The sun had risen high enough to cast its light on the open part of the yard so I took our dishes back in the house and got sunscreen and extra towels so we could work on adding to our suntans. Careful to avoid getting burned I set my dive watch to chime every 12 minutes. That way we'd rotate from front t back and then into the shade in the hammock. Then, once and hour, we'd run out into the water on the beach outside our gate to cool off. The tropical sun had the temperature into the 90's by 9:30 in the morning. A couple of times during our ocean dunking I could see the crew on the sailboat that had almost run us over working on different parts of the boat. By 11 o'clock I was getting pretty sleepy (rough work this vacationing, huh?) and decided to take a longer break in the shade. Spreading the towel out on the hammock I crawled on for a little siesta. "If you don't mind, I think I'll join you," said Liz, who brought her own towel over. I eased to one side to let her on board and, snuggled together we both dozed off, our naked bodies pressed together on the swinging hammock. I don't know how long I slept. I do remember having a great dream that had Liz rubbing her hands over my shaved balls and stroking my hard cock. Maybe it wasn't really a dream because as I came awake her hands were doing exactly that. The light touch of her fingertips stroked the sensitive skin of my upper thighs and reached to the middle to gently rub her fingernails across my nut sack. My cock was rock hard and a little bit of precum dripped from its swollen glans. She was laid out on her back with her eyes closed, her legs spread apart, exposed to the overhead sunshine. Slowly I moved my right hand down to her crotch and dipped a finger into her slippery slash. A quick inhale of breath let me know she appreciated the attention. She briefly protested when I got up out of the hammock but it was only to have her turn sideways so her legs hung over the side and she was laying crossways. The result was having her pussy right at the edge of the hammock and right at the level of my waiting tongue. Her legs were bent at the knee, drawn up to give me full access. I lapped hungrily at her sex, running my tongue up and down along the labia and using the tip of the tongue to twirl briefly on her protruding clit. I felt her push against my face each time I teased this love button. Toying with her this way for a time made her impatient and finally she reached down, hands on the sides of my head and directed me where she wanted all the attention. Concentrating my efforts on her clit took her over the edge quickly and she writhed on the hammock as her body was overcome with a long orgasm. I continued to lick up and down on her pussy as she came down from her ecstasy, stopping only to kiss the smooth skin of her inner thighs. Straightening up on my knees my stiff dick was directly on line with her waiting pussy. It slipped in easily given how wet she was and how hard I was. Liz straightened her legs, putting an ankle on each of my shoulders. At first I found that she swung away with each thrust since she was still on the hammock and I was stationary on the ground. However, always adaptable, I quickly figured that I could grab hold of the hammock and basically swing her back and forth on my cock. I just had to hold my body still and the movement of the swinging net would do the work for me as I pulled it back and pushed it away. I, like most guys, am pretty visual and I looked around, thinking about what someone who happened along might be seeing. The scene would be one that should excite anyone. A man and woman, naked on the beach, fucking themselves silly in the open tropical air under the bright sunshine of a clear day. With that vision in mind I soon started to erupt, doing a porno maneuver of pulling out and pumping my cock with my dick shooting the ropy jism across my wife's belly and as far up as her bare tits. My knees were a bit stiff as I finally stood and moved to lay beside her in the hammock, sideways. We relaxed for a time, letting our heart rates return to a slow island life level, breathing slowing to a more normal pace. Taking her hand I helped her stand up and together we walked across to the gate and opened it to take a quick wash off dip in the clear blue sea. Jerry and Karen, next door were sitting in their chairs at the water's edge in front of their house. We waved our hellos then dove into the refreshing water. I suppose they might have known what had been going on. Between the noises we were making and the fact that my cock was still sticking straight out, we were not too subtle. A brief swim cooled us off considerably. Liz headed back toward shore in front of Karen and Jerry's house and I followed her up the beach were they were sitting out in the sun. As expected, both were sunbathing au natural. "If you guys don't have plans, Jack and I would love it if we could play host tonight and have you guys come over for drinks and dinner. I planned to cook some fresh mahi on the grill and we've got plenty of mojitos for everyone to relax." I chimed in, "We don't have a pool but we can always enjoy the hot tub after dinner." They both nodded and enthusiastic yes. Karen offered to bring an appetizer. "Is there a dress code?" she asked. "What ever you want is fine," said Liz. "What you're wearing now will probably match what I'll have on." We laughed since we were all naked. Jerry changed the subject. "I see we have a new boat in the cove. I hope they won't be bothered if we're out on the beach nude." "We almost were run over by them this morning during our swim. I guess we should pull a float or something if we're that far out in the water so we'll be seen. We were doing our morning swim in the buff and I didn't hear any yelling or snide comments. In fact one of the younger women said it was cool. I'm guessing it's a mother and two daughters and the daughters looked to be in their 20's although I'm not too good at judging ages." "I'm going to head back to the house to double check a couple of things before dinner," said Liz, starting to head back to our gate. We'll see you around 5:30 if that's okay. Once we got back to the house I asked Liz if she needed anything from the store. "I think I'd like to run in just to look for some kind of starch to have with the fish. Plus, if last night is any indication, I think we'll need a little more gin. Let me grab my purse and we can go." I had slipped on my shorts and a T-shirt and was waiting by the door when Liz came out of the bedroom with her hand bag. "Are you sure you're ready?" I queried. "You bet, let's go." "Don't you think you're forgetting something? I know you've gotten quite comfortable with this nudity thing but I don't think they'll let you in the store unless you are dressed." "Jeez," she replied. "I was so caught up with thinking about what we needed it didn't even cross my mind to grab something to put on. I'm still covered in sunscreen and I don't want to get something else greasy." I picked up the sarong she had left on the back of a chair. "Here you go, just wear this. It covers what needs to be covered but I know that you'll be nude underneath it. I only hope I can keep things under control while we're in town." Our errands didn't take too long. There was a local grocery a few miles away and, even though things looked a little dusty, there was fresh produce and we found some potatoes to have with dinner. I even found some mint for our drinks. The best we could hope for in terms of green vegetable were in the freezer cabinet but I had some ideas about how to jazz them up. A stop at the liquor store and we were in business. We spent the afternoon doing a little prep work for dinner between time spent in the sun. We had hardly even used the hot tub on the deck. During the day the air temperature was too warm to really enjoy the water but in the evening when it cooled off a bit the water felt great. We have one at home so I did a little maintenance work on this one just to be sure everything was right, spray off the filters, add water, that kind of thing. I heard their voices at the back gate a little bit after 5:30. Both Karen and Jerry were naked, just like us. It took a little self control to keep from letting my hands roam down Karen's lower back when we hugged and kissed hello. I noticed that Jerry seemed to linger a while with Liz, no doubt enjoying the feeling of her larger breasts. I went into the house to make the drinks while everyone else sat down on the beach at the lounge chairs and table. We were all ready for the cooling libation of the mojitos, the perfect drink in a warm tropical setting. It can also be a "danger" drink in that it's a bit sweet and easy to drink too many. It was a very pleasant evening spent with new friends. The meal was excellent; fresh fish such a difference from what we can get at home. The mojitos flowed easily and the laughter carried across the water. I wondered if we might be too loud but, then again, who were we going to disturb. Liz was in the middle of a story, standing up to act out part of the event, when she all of a sudden stopped talking, her gaze out toward the beach. The rest of us turned to see what had gotten her attention. There on the beach, walking by were the women from the boat. I guess the sudden quiet got their attention and they all three turned our way. There was nothing else to do but wave and say hello. I was glad there were not shrieks or screams. They all smiled and waved back. Realizing that they were walking back down the beach, they must have passed by us without our notice earlier. We broke out laughing as they passed by. "Well, no doubt they know how we spend our time at this end of the beach," said Karen. The party moved up onto the deck as the sky darkened and, with refilled drinks, we all got into the 8 person hot tub. Each couple sat together, one across from the other. I had set the timer to activate the tub and the lights cast a light blue hue on our faces. Unlike our tub at home, this one had a timer in a box on the wall that would cut off after 15 minutes. I suppose the owners didn't want anyone to just leave it on after they got out of the tub. As we sat, enjoying our drinks and the conversation, I felt Liz's hand reach over and lightly rub the inside of my thigh. I was at first a little surprised that she would be so aggressive when we were in the same hot tub with other people. With the swirling of the water her hand action was hidden from view. I gave her a little inquisitive glance which she returned with a wink. Our conversation had turned to sharing some of our favorite beach vacations. We had all enjoyed the tropical setting of the Caribbean and it turns out had been to many of the same islands. As we talked, Liz's hand moved further into my lap and a moment later stroked up and down my now hard cock. I was at first shocked that she would be so brazen with these other people right here but with the alcohol that we had all consumed is think we were both a bit more liberal. Right about that time the jets of the tub cut off. Her hand quickly moved away from their clutch on my cock. It was pointed straight up but in the water it floats upward anyway. "Honey, why don't you go and turn the jets on again?" she asked with a smile. What the hell was she thinking? I had a raging hard on and now she wanted to get me to stand up in front of these new friends and parade it? This had to be one of those "dare you" challenges she had pulled on me in the past but never before putting me on display. Maybe it was the mojitos, I don't know but I shrugged my shoulders and said "what ever you want dear" and stood up to step out. I made sure to turn towards her so my dick nearly hit her in the head. "Oh my," said Karen, "it looks like somebody's been enjoying themself." I turned the jets back on then went inside to get the pitcher of mojitos to refill everyone's glass. I had gotten so turned on having Karen see and comment on my stiff dick that it was still fully erect, even as I squatted down to pour the glasses. Resuming my spot in the hot tub we clinked a toast and continued to enjoy the warm water. I noticed Jerry lean his head back and close his eyes. Karen's hand was beneath the water and I guessed that she was giving him a hand job. Liz's hand moved back to my own cock and I reached over to her pussy and slipped a finger in. Even in the swirling water I could tell she was slippery. When the jets cut off again. I stood to go push the button again. Liz got up too. "I need to go to the ladies room for a minute. Jack, why don't you make some more mojitos?" My hard on was still raging as I got out and helped Liz onto the deck. After shaking off most of the water we both went inside. I hurriedly made the next pitcher of drinks while she was in the bathroom. Through the window I could see Jerry and Karen in the hot tub, illuminated by the underwater lights and the faint light from the windows. He was intently looking back at the door where we had gone inside. With a push, he lifted himself to sit on the edge of the tub. His dick was huge. It looked nearly 8 inches long when we first saw him on the beach and, now hard, was about the same length but it was incredibly thick. I had to stop what I was doing when I saw Karen bend her head down and start to suck on the swollen head. Her hands stroked up and down the turgid shaft. There was no way she could have taken the whole thing down her throat, it was so thick. "What are you staring at?" It was Liz coming back from the bathroom. I motioned for her to be quiet and come stand beside me. She emitted a faint gasp when she saw the monster that Karen was wrestling. "Holy shit. That could do some damage," she whispered. We were both transfixed by the sight of the blow job happening just 25 feet away. Jerry had laid back on the deck by the spa, his knees bent over the side while Karen kneeled between his legs working him over. We watched while she stroked up and down then moved her head down to tongue his balls. Vacation to the USVI Ch. 02 My own cock was at full attention and I almost jumped when I felt Liz's hand wrap around my own shaft and begin to stroke its length. We were standing next to the kitchen island. She then moved in front of me placing her hands on the counter and pushing her ass back against me while she bent at the waist offering her now sopping pussy to my cock. I slid in easily, both of us glued to the erotic scene in front of us, and began pumping in and out. Her own hand reached down to diddle her clit and I could feel the occasional brush of her fingers on my dick. Even with the alcohol, I was soon ready to cum and cum I did with wave after wave of spasm shooting into her wet cunt. She followed soon after, a low moan escaped her lips. "Oh God, yes!" She stopped suddenly, aware that she had nearly yelled her excitement. Karen and stopped her blowjob and Jerry sat bolt upright at the edge of the tub then lowered himself into the water. They both were looking directly at the open door to the house where we stood in the shadows. We were frozen in place. I couldn't tell if we were visible or not. I withdrew from Liz's pussy and she stood up. "What now?" she asked. "Only thing we can do is try to carry on like nothing happened. I'll finish making the drinks. Why don't you go on out to the hot tub now that they've put the blowjob on hold. She looked a little nervous but, shrugging it off, headed back out the door. I refilled the mojitos pitcher and did the same. As we settled back in the tub we were all quiet, just looking around at each other. Almost at once we broke out laughing and laugh we did for almost a full minute. Jerry finally was able to speak. "Thanks for your hospitality guys, but after this drink, Karen and I need to get home, and I mean NEED to go...." Vacation to the USVI Ch. 03 We awoke to the early sunlight entering the sliding glass doors of our bedroom. As I blinked the sleep out of my eyes I could see it was going to be another beautiful day in our tropical paradise. The water was flat calm, portending of another hot, humid day, the kind that is best tolerated in the Caribbean where one can periodically take a plunge in the sea to cool off. "Are you ready for the morning swim?" asked Liz. I grabbed our swim goggles while she got towels and we made our way to the gate of our villa's beach to get ready. Liz's skin had darkened considerably in the last few days. It had helped that we had gone to the tanning salon before our trip and we had already eliminated most of the tan lines. The fact that we had largely spent all of our outdoor time naked meant that even those faint remnants had disappeared. Watching her stretch before the swim made it difficult to prepare for my own swim, her large unrestrained breasts swinging with gravity as she rotated her shoulders and upper body. The relative coolness of the water was welcome, both because of the early morning heat and to reverse the flow of blood into my responsive cock. We had planned to do our usual course paralleling the beach to the far end of the cove and back which would give us just more that three quarters of a mile distance. At the far end, just before our turn around point we would deviate a bit further away from the beach to stay outside of the moored sailboats. It is so much more enjoyable to swim in the ocean that in a pool, particularly when the water we swim through is crystal clear and there are sights to see on the bottom. A plethora of reef fish provide lots of entertainment and the occasional ray or turtle add more excitement to the swim. Approaching the yacht moorings I saw the boat that had nearly run us over would be the one we passed closest to, about 5 yards away. The wind had swung it so that we approached from the bow and, as we passed the stern end, I could see the two younger women sitting on the fantail. It was hard to tell too much as we swam. Our turn around point was about 50 feet further away and we stopped for a moment to tread water and regroup before heading back. I could see that both girls were taking a boat bath, using seawater to lather and do a first rinse. From this distance I could tell that both were at least topless. I wondered if their height above the water gave them a vantage point to tell that we swam naked. Not that that mattered, they had been able to tell the previous day. Passing close by on our return trek Liz stopped suddenly and I almost swam right into her back. She was treading water again and was talking to these women. "I am so sorry we almost ran into you," said the one who introduced herself as Amanda. "Our mother was on the helm and to tell you the truth, we were all pretty tired after making and overnight passage. We'd been biding time outside the reef just waiting for enough light to get and get on the mooring pin." Neither woman had made any effort to cover themselves. Amanda had on bikini bottoms but her sister was fully nude. She introduced herself as Connie. "I'm guessing you guys don't mind if we don't get dressed," said Connie "We saw that you were skinny dipping yesterday and that you go naked on the beach. The people in the house next to you do too. We tend to go bare on the boat when the weather and location permit. It does cut down on how much you have to pack and how often we have to do laundry. Hey, you must be tired treading water, if you want, pull up here on the swim step." Liz climbed up the swim step, water cascading down her swinging breasts. She climbed up beside Amanda taking a seat in the cockpit of the yacht. I pulled myself up to the swim step and then swung my legs over into the cockpit keeping a seat on the rear transom. The girls offered us coffee but with some swimming left to get home we just asked for water. I enjoyed the sight of Connie's bare ass as she dropped down the steps into the galley. "Where are you guys from?" asked Amanda. Liz answered. "We live in Texas now but we both are originally from Minnesota. How about you?" "My mother lives in Annapolis Maryland and that's where my sister and I grew up and learned to sail. Connie now lives in Atlanta and I'm in Washington, DC. We've done this annual sail trip for as long as I can remember. After Dad died I didn't know if we'd keep it up but Mother loves being out on the water and to tell you the truth she was the better sailor of our parents." Muffled voices could be heard from the cabin and a moment later Connie reappeared with a couple bottles of water and two coffee mugs. She was still naked. Following her up the steps was an attractive women with a pony tail of gray hair looking to be in her late 50's. Her skin was quite dark with evidence of a sunglasses tan around her eyes which were sparkling green. She wore a sleeveless t-shirt and from the movement as she leaned over to shake hands I could tell she didn't have on a bra. She introduced herself as Sharon. She seemed to have a brief hesitation when she saw that I was naked but it might have been my own hesitation as I processed the realization that my wife and I were visiting with relative strangers while completely nude. Sharon sat down on the side of the cockpit opposite Liz and joined our conversation which ranged from occupations to family to our questions about sailing. They were very pleasant to talk with and we seemed to get along well. It was a most enjoyable visit but after a short time I was able to get Liz's attention and made our goodbyes to get back to our swimming. "If you need anything ashore just stop by," offered Liz. "We're in and out during the day. There's an outdoor shower at the house and you are welcome to use it." "Thanks for your offer," said Sharon. "The shore facilities here are somewhat lacking. I've yet to get hot water at the shower. If it's not too much trouble we'll take you up on your offer." We hopped back in the water to continue our swim, glad to cool off in the ocean after the heat on the deck. I noticed Sharon strip off the t-shirt and sit down on the swim platform to rinse off. She, too, was naked and hadn't a tan line to be seen. Once back at our villa, Liz told me she was going to pop over to Karen and Jerry's to let them know of our offer to the women so they wouldn't be surprised if they saw them going into our yard. "I'll also let them know they don't have to worry about covering up or hiding out at the pool since our new friends are nudists too." I went inside to start the coffee and bring our breakfast muffins out to the table on the sand in our yard. The coffee had finished brewing and I'd brought it out to the table and Liz still hadn't returned. I had just started to open the gate to go in search of her when she came around the trees at the corner of the lot, a sheepish grin on her face. "Did you give them the heads up?" I asked. "I really didn't get a chance to talk to them," she responded as we walked back to the table. "They were a little indisposed and it wasn't a good time to bother them." My curiosity was peaked. "What were they up to?" "I was going up the stairs to the pool deck when I saw them 'intimately' engaged." She looked a little guilty. "Then why did it take you so long?" "I don't know what happened." She looked a bit flustered. "Once I realized what they were doing I started to back down the steps but when I saw the size of Jerry's dick I was mesmerized. I mean, you've seen it. He was laying on his back on one of the loungers and she sat on top of him riding it cowgirl style. It must be a big around as my wrist. I'm not sure how she can accommodate the whole thing." "It sounds like you want to find out for yourself." This was new ground for us. We'd never had any discussions about being with anyone else. "Oh god no," she quickly shot back. "I've no desire to be with anyone but you, but I'll admit to being curious about what that cock would feel like in my hand." I filed her comments away in my mind. Who knows what might happen over the next few days. We were dedicated to each other and had a fulfilling sex life but I'd always had an exhibitionist leaning that had partially been satisfied with our newfound enjoyment of nudism. However, I'd still had this deeper desire to be watched while Liz and I pleasured each other. "I hope you're not mad or jealous about what I've done and seen," she asked. Taking her in my arms I gave her a reassuring hug, kissing her face and neck as we held each other. "Babe, I know you too well to worry about that. It's only natural to have some curiosity about something you've never seen before and I know there's no reason for me to be jealous. Now, lets get ready for that hike we planned. I'll get our daypacks, drinks and towels if you want to make some sandwiches and get snacks together." We had made a plan to hike some of the trails in the northwest corner of the island. We'd see the Hams Bluff lighthouse and walk along Annaly Bay and Wills Bay. From what we'd learned in our preparation we'd see some beautiful scenery and remote stretches of beach. Our experience was even better than we had hoped. The trail was certainly challenging. Steep hills, slippery trails and plenty of rocks to scramble over. Even though most of the hiking was in the shade of forest trees the high humidity and still air made it seem like a sauna. A couple of hours later were both drenched in sweat as we finally stumbled out of the jungle like woods onto an isolated beach. It was like something out of a dream. The white sand stretched out like the smooth curve of a woman's hip. The low waves slowly curled on the sand, washing the crystalline water across the sparkling sand. I could see no one else along the shore which stretches away for nearly a quarter mile. There was no evidence that anyone lived nearby, no houses or walk ways. We both took off the hiking sandals that we wore and took advantage of the water's edge to cool off tired feet. After making it to the far end of the beach we realized that this was truly a remote area. Not a single indication that people frequented this area. I couldn't even find another footprint aside from those of sand crabs and birds. The spot where we ended up offered some shade by the trees but opened up to the beach where the overhead sun blasted on the sand. Liz spread out our towels while I stripped down to the bathing suit I had worn under my hiking clothes. She did the same while I rummaged through my pack to find our lunch bag and fresh water bottles. Glancing up, I watched as she shimmied out of her shorts and then lifted the sleeveless t-shirt over her head. She had worn the briefest bikini she owned and, with a wink back at me, she reached behind her back and in a smooth, quick motion untied and took off the top. Her breasts were evenly tanned, a testament to her last several days of sunbathing nude. The tiny bikini bottom soon found its way off and onto her towel. "I don't know about you but I'm completely drenched in sweat. I need to cool off and let these clothes dry out before we head back." She turned to the water and made her way in, that beautiful light brown pear shaped ass bouncing back and forth with each step. I had my suit off in a flash and followed her in. We hadn't brought our snorkel gear and didn't have footwear to walk around except where the bottom was sandy. Liz dunked a few times and then moved back onto the beach where she laid down on her back at the water's edge on the wet sand. She was truly a vision to behold. Still feeling a bit antsy after the hike I took a leisurely stroll back down the beach. A gentle wind had picked up from the water. It didn't take too much of a walk to make me realize how hungry I was and I soon headed back to where Liz was still relaxing on the sand. I prepared our simple lunch then went down to help her up. Her skin looked like it was covered in fine granular sugar from laying out on the beach. As I watched her dipping in the water to wash it off I spied a fishing boat plugging through the water pulling trolling lines. "I hope you don't mind an audience," I said. A flash of light from what I assumed were binoculars glinted from the passing sport fisherman. "It looks like those fisherman aren't too interested in their lines right now. Can't say as I blame them considering what they would be seeing here." We both turned to watch the boat pass and gave an enthusiastic wave. Moving back to our towels we sat to wolf down our lunch and take in some more water before getting things packed up to head back. It crossed my mind to ask Liz if she wanted to start back on our hike in the nude but I was reminded of some of the brush we had to pass through and the mosquitoes that pestered us on the first leg of the walk. It didn't seem to take nearly as long to make our way back to the trailhead and the rental car and we didn't see any other hikers on the trek. It was only a short drive back to the villa and we were both ready to get out of the sweaty clothes and cool off. We both had started disrobing as soon as we got back to our house and moments later were headed down the deck side steps for a refreshing swim. It was as we got to the bottom step when we heard the sound of water splashing from the outdoor shower just under the house. This was not like one of those showers you might have seen under beach houses along the US coast. This one was not enclosed. The villa owners had constructed a low bench nearby to put towels and other supplies on while you showered off but otherwise it was a showerhead coming out of the wall. Sharon, the mother from the yacht we met that morning, was standing under the spray, rivulets of soap and water running down her naked body, Connie was standing by the bench, one leg on the seat as she shaved it. Connie gave a little squeal when she saw us. "Yikes," she exclaimed. "I'm so sorry if we're intruding." "Not at all," answered Liz. "We told you to feel free to come and make yourselves at home. Is there anything that you need?" I was having a little trouble listening in on the conversation. I was trying to burn the scene of these naked women standing out in the open talking to my also naked wife into my memory forever. I kept thinking that our puritanical past had only created a feeling of secretiveness and guilt. There was no more sexual tension in the air than if they had been clothed in bathing suits, maybe less, in fact. "No, thank you," said Connie. "Amanda had to go back to the boat to get something. She should be getting back any moment now." "I feel like we're intruding," said Sharon. "We'll just hurry up and get out of the way." I answered her. "No, no. We just got back from a long hike and were just going in for a swim. You girls take as long as you need." They asked a few questions about our hike and well as for some recommendations about places to eat. We had planned to go to a local restaurant that we had passed earlier in the day. With a quick nod from Liz, I asked if they wanted to join us there. We could give them a ride since they didn't have a car. With plans made, we headed through the gate for our swim. Amanda was just approaching the beach in their dingy, only a towel wrapped around her. She cut the engine when she was a few yards from the beach. I had stepped into the water to keep the small inflatable steady. Before she turned to slide off the side into the water, she undid her towel and set it on top of the gear bag on the boat seat. She was also naked and, with a smile, jumped down beside me. "When in Rome.....," she laughed. Together we pulled the dingy up on the beach and I handed her the bag of things. It was good that we were out in the water. I needed to cool off a bit not only because of the hike but also because of the visual stimulation I had from all the naked women surrounding me. Liz joined me to wash off the grime of the trail and we played a bit in the shallow water. About 15 minutes later I saw our shower guests coming through the gate to their boat. Sharon had a towel wrapped around her waist but continued to be topless. The two daughters stayed naked. We waded out of the water to join them at the beach and help tug the dingy off the sand. "Thanks so much for your generous offer," said Sharon. "There's nothing like the feeling of hot water when you're trying to wash your hair. Please let us do something to repay you for your kindness. How about we cook dinner for you?" "I know we'd enjoy that," responded Liz. "We've got reservations for tonight but another time would be great." "How about tomorrow, then. We'll come and pick you up to ferry you out to the boat. It wouldn't be right to make you swim for your supper. How about 6 o'clock so we can have some drinks. It will be very casual." We waved them toward their sailboat then headed up to take our own showers. "You have got to be the luckiest guy in the world," my wife said. "What do you mean?" "A vacation where your wife becomes a nudist and you spend most of the day in the company of beautiful naked women." "I am lucky," I answered. "Especially since the most beautiful is the one I love." She turned on the shower and stepped under the water. I was happy to step under with her and wash her hair for her taking time to massage her scalp and neck. She raised her arms, crossing them over her head allowing my hands to slip around with the slick soap to cup and fondle her breasts, fingers lightly pinching and pulling on the stiffening nipples. I felt her push her butt back against me, rubbing back and forth against my now hard dick. Looking out over her shoulder the scene was spectacular with the bright sunshine reflecting off the smooth sea surface and bathing the opposite shore with intense light. It was so erotic standing out here in the open feeling up my naked wife when potentially anyone could walk by. She lowered her arms and reached back to grasp my hips and pull be tighter against her ass. My hands moved down her belly to her crotch where I could feel the heat she was generating. Itook only a single penetrating finger to realize she was wet and ready. She began to protest as I pulled away from her but quickly forgave me as I moved in front of her and dropped to my knees placing my face and tongue in line with her willing pussy, the aroma was tropical from the sunscreen she'd been using throughout the day. She raised her right leg to bend it over my shoulder, steadying herself by leaning against the wall of the shower. Teasingly, my tongue danced over her labia lightly flicking against the hood of her clit, each time eliciting a gasp in her already heavy breathing. I could feel her push back against my face and shift her hips as my tongue hit the exact spot of optimal stimulation. When the love button was fully swollen I would gently take the whole thing into my mouth and suck it making her writhe with pleasure. I knew it wouldn't take long when she was this riled up and in just a few minutes she started to buck against my tongue. I just held it still while she moved against it getting the right speed and pressure she needed to prolong her orgasm. One of her hands had moved to her own breast massaging its swollen areola and pulling and tugging on the stiffened nipple. As the pleasure subsided her breathing slowed and she finally started to let up on the pressure her leg pressed on my shoulder. "Go lie down on the lounger," she instructed. My cock bobbed up and down as I obeyed walking to one of the chaises in the sandy front yard of the house. I quickly spread my towel out and laid down. My cock swelled to full attention as I watched her seductively walk to my seat, her heavy breasts swaying from side to side with each step. She knelt down at the end of the lounger and leaned forward pulling my toward her until my dick was in front of her face. Vacation to the USVI Ch. 03 Her hands wrapped around the shaft as she held it straight up sliding them up and down. Her mouth opened and enveloped its head putting suction on its already swollen glans. I could feel her tongue encircling it much like I'd done on her clit moments before. She would release it from her mouth then, with her tongue, trace wet lines up and down the shaft. I couldn't keep my eyes off the scene and was rewarded by seeing her eyes looking back at me. I hoped she could read the appreciation and love I felt for her through my gaze. Her left hand dropped down to my nut sack the gentle tickle of her fingernails nearly took me to the edge. Once again I thanked who ever wrote that article in Men's Health magazine about the benefit of keeping your balls shaved. I felt the familiar pressure building in my groin as she worked up and down on my cock with her hands and licked the head like a favorite lollipop. She knew I was about to cum and sped up the pumping on my dick until, with an audile moan, I began to ejaculate into the air. It could only have lasted for several seconds but the orgasm from the blow job seemed to continue on forever. As it subsided, her hands slowed their movement and she collapsed in my lap, my still hard cock next to the face. "That was awesome!" Shit!, I heard that comment as a faint voice from somewhere by the fence and quickly as sat up. There by the fence were Karen and Jerry. Clearly they had been an audience to our lovemaking. They were both a naked as we were and from what I could see Jerry had been turned on enough to be sporting his own thick hard on. They began to apologize profusely at their voyeurism. I'm not sure who was blushing more, us for doing this out in the open where anyone could see us or them for watching. Karen spoke up. "I don't know what came over us," she stammered. "We were coming over to invite you over for a drink. It was just the most erotic sight watching you Liz. It was definitely hotter that anything we've seen in a movie. I'm so sorry if we've embarrassed you." I was curious to see Liz's reaction. I've always enjoyed lovemaking in unusual places especially outdoors and have often fantasized about being watched. "Jack had just given me one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever had. He's a master with the tongue. I couldn't wait to repay the pleasure. I'm guessing you can tell how I feel about him. To tell you the truth, its only fair since we watched you guys the other day in the hot tub while you blew Jerry." Karen took Jerry by the hand. "Come on babe. You look like you could use a little relief and I'm ready to give it to you. If you guys want to come over to the pool we'd love to have you. If you're there in the next 10 minutes you might see more that us swimming." "We promised the women on that boat we'd be there for dinner," answered Liz. "But we'd love to have a rain check, either later tonight or tomorrow." "If you think they'd enjoy it please invite them along........" Vacation to the USVI Ch. 04 That evening we had a most enjoyable meal with Sharon and her adult daughters, Amanda and Connie, on their boat. They prepared a great meal, certainly a challenge considering the small size of the galley. We had brought a bottle of wine with us as a gift and this, along with 2 others that they had, lubricated the conversation. They gave us a tour of the sailboat and explained a bit about how they cruised the Caribbean. Liz seemed particularly intrigued. My sailing experience was only on small craft in the lakes of our home state of Minnesota. Liz and never been sailing before. "You guys have been so kind to let us use your shower, how about if we return a favor," said Amanda. "We're taking a day sail over to Buck Island to the national park and stopping in Christiansted on the way back to top off our fuel tanks. Why don't you join us for the day. That way you can help sail the boat and Liz can find out how much fun it is to sail." Sharon and Connie chimed in their approval of this plan. That settled, we agreed to be ready on the beach early, at 6am, so they could pick us up in the dingy for the adventure. With this plan in place we decided that we should not stay out too late and made ready for our return to our house. Sharon decided that she would stay on the boat to clean up after dinner while Amanda and Connie would ferry us back to our villa. Amanda cut the engine as we drifted the last few yards to the beach and I swung my legs over to step out and hold the boat. I could hear music coming from the pool deck next door. Connie heard it too. "Sounds like they're having a party." "Those are our friends and neighbors, Karen and Jerry. We only just met them this week but have enjoyed getting to know them." Connie looked toward the sound and laughed. "We've seen them a couple of times as we've past by. I take it they appreciated the privacy that you all enjoy given how much of them we've seen." "You know, they told us to offer an invitation to swim if you wanted. Do you want to be introduced?" "That would be great," said Amanda. "A swim in fresh water would be great." We started toward the steps leading up to the pool deck. Liz went a little ahead of the rest of us, I'm sure to check to see if we might be interrupting anything. "I guess you're already aware that they, like us, have adopted a clothing optional attitude here in our little bay. I hope that doesn't dissuade you." "Jeez, Jack," laughed Connie. "I don't think that will be a problem since we've already been naked together." Since Liz continued her ascent of the stairs I took it to mean that Karen and Jerry were just relaxing on the deck. Karen was getting up from her lounger as we got to the pool deck and came over to greet us. She had snatched up a towel from the seat as she stood. "Don't' worry with that," said Liz. "These are the young women we told you about earlier from the sailboat. They're okay with the whole nudity thing. In fact, that's how we were all dressed or undressed when we first met." Shaking hands, Karen introduced herself. "Jerry is playing cabana boy and went in to make some drinks. He should be out in a second. I'm glad you all stopped by. Please, make yourself comfortable. The pool is perfect temperature so feel free to jump in. Jack, be a dear and see if you can give Jerry a hand and bring something for everyone. We've been enjoying some gin and tonics if that's okay with you all. Good? Excellent." I turned to go into the house while the women continued to get acquainted. I found Jerry in the kitchen. "Hey man, Karen sent me in to help." "Good to see you. Let me grab a couple more glasses." "Better make it 4 more, I brought guests, Amanda and Connie are the two young women from the sailboat we told you about earlier." I found the ice while he opened up another bottle of tonic water and got some more lime slices from the fridge. Jerry poured everything into a pitcher and I carried the glasses on a tray back out to the pool deck. The women were still standing together talking. They turned as we came out of the house and I could see Amanda and Connie both stop and stare as Jerry approached, his dangling prick swinging back and forth. "I don't know about you all," said Liz, "but I'm going to jump in for a second and cool off." She was out of her dress in a flash, made easier by the fact she wasn't wearing anything underneath. I set down the tray of glasses I was carrying and stripped down too. The two sisters looked at each other inquisitively then with smiles, shrugged t-shirts over heads and shimmied out of tight shorts to join in our little band. Both Jerry and Karen gave approving nods. I introduced the girls to Jerry since he'd been inside with me. I found it interesting that, rather than shake hands, he leaned over to each to give European style cheek kisses to both. He did the same to Liz, his long dick swinging against her upper thigh. It felt great to get wet in the pool since it was somewhat muggy outside and soon all 6 of us were in the water but I was also ready to enjoy a cold libation and the G and T's were calling. I climbed out to act as the drink waiter. Having filled the glasses I carried them over to the pool edge on the tray to serve the others who waded over to the pool side. Karen would reach onto the tray and pass one to one of the others while reaching back for the next glass. The tray was virtually in my lap as I squatted on the pool deck and, as she reached for the next glass, Karen's hand missed and ended up wrapped around my cock. "Oops," she quickly laughed. "I'd better pay more attention to what I'm doing." I tried to be nonchalant and shrug it off but my cock had a different idea and started to become engorged my the unexpected touch. By the time the last drink had been passed out, it was pointing straight up. I jumped in the pool to hide it and cool it down. I'm sure the women had seen my predicament but at least no one made any comment. We paddled and dunked while we drank and talked. The drinks seemed to go down very quickly and no too much later Amanda and Connie pulled themselves out to head home. "Now be ready early," advised Connie. "We want to get out on the early side so we'll dingy to your place at around 7am. Karen, you and Jerry are welcome to join us for the day sail if you'd like." "Thanks for the offer, but we've got some bank meetings in the morning and the way things move down here we can afford to try and reschedule it." Both women gathered up their clothes but ended up just carrying them in their hands and walking down from the pool deck to their dingy in the nude, a most pleasant sight. "One more?" asked Jerry, rattling his glass. "I think yes," answered Liz, "then we need to get to bed if we're going to be ready for the morning. As Jerry went inside again, Karen moved over to the shallow end of the pool where Liz and I were standing. "I'm sorry if I startled you earlier when I grabbed your cock." "No problem. You were doing a couple of things at the same time. I'm sure it was just an accident." "Maybe it wasn't," she whispered, mainly toward Liz. "I hope this doesn't make you angry or hurt our new friendship but I kind of did it accidentally on purpose. You've seen Jerry, he's particularly well endowed but sometimes its almost too big. It makes it difficult to go down on him and when he fucks me there's not a whole lot of change in the position and stimulation." I looked Liz directly in the eyes to see her reaction to this unexpected shift in the conversation. "Karen, you're right, Jerry has one of the biggest cocks I've ever seen and I've never touched one that size ever. We need to be honest, we watched you going down on him the other night in our hot tub and then I was coming up to your pool yesterday and saw you guys screwing on the deck lounger. We've gotten pretty hot watching you guys and trying new things." She glanced back at me. "I've wanted to wrap my hands around that cock on your husband since I first saw it just to see what it feels like and I'm sure Jack, here, would appreciate the same attention from you." Karen agreed. "Let's go for it." Jerry had come back out to the pool with the drink tray and Liz got out to go help him. "What's everybody looking at?" he asked. As he stood with the tray in his hands she reached out to wrap her fingers around the meat hanging between his legs, her thin fingers barely able to encircle it girth. I thought he was about to drop the tray of drinks. She led him by his prick over to the lounge chairs and after setting down the tray she had him lay back on the chaise. Kneeling to the side Liz began to methodically stroke and fondle Jerry causing him to engorge to massive proportions. I was frozen in place at the sight of my wife stroking someone else. "Why don't you sit up on the edge of the pool?" Karen said to me. I hoisted up, knees hanging over the edge in the water and she moved over between them and pushed my chest indicating that I should lay back. I was hard in an instant, her wet hands stroking the length of my cock. I looked over to watch the action on the lounger. Liz's eyes were transfixed on the python in her hands. One hand worked up and down the shaft while the other played with the balls in his shaved nut sack. Feeling Karen's hair over my cock I look down in time to see her mouth envelop the purple swollen head on my own organ. Her mouth was silky smooth and her tongue lapped and explored around its head. Liz glanced over to see what was happening by the pool and with a wink from me opened her mouth to try to take in his monster. It was almost too big for her to engulf. She ended up just licking up and down the shaft while rubbing it against her cheeks and lips. Meanwhile, Karen was giving me a memorable blowjob. She expertly probed with her tongue and applied just enough suction to stimulate without causing me to spew too quickly. Her hands continued to work the shaft and fondle my balls. The feeling on my cock combined with the vision of my wife wrestling with Jerry's monster prick sent me over the edge in no time at all. "I'm cumming," I grunted to Karen and began to shoot my hot jizm across her face and hair. From the sounds that Jerry was making I could tell he was about to go off too and Liz's hands began to fly up and down his dick as he also ejaculated. The globs of sticky cum landed on her chest and she used his big cock to rub it across her boobs. We all got back in the pool to wash up a bit and I'll be honest there was some tension in the air as we had stepped across a previously unchallenged boundary. Since we were due to get up early for our sailing trip we gave our thank yous and goodbyes and headed back to our villa. "That was unexpected," said Liz as we strolled back along the beach still nude. "I guess we need to talk about what happened," I said. "I just need you to know that I am totally dedicated to you and to our wonderful relationship. I've never wanted to be with anyone else but you. Even though what we just did was with other people I couldn't help but think about being with you." "I have those same feelings. Honestly, now that I've seen and touched a cock that size I've had my fill, so to speak. It would be more than I could be comfortable with. What I like is right here." She stopped in front of me and reached around my back with one arm while the other reached down to my own cock which began to swell again. Her lips met mine and we kissed and hugged passionately on the beach in front of the house. "We'd better get to bed if we're going to have any fun tomorrow." Even with the late night and alcohol, we both woke the next morning excited about our sailing trip with Amanda, Connie and Sharon. We packed a couple of bags of snacks and drinks to share with our new friends and I put my camera into its dry bag to take as well. Liz wore a tropical print sarong over one of her more brief bikinis and I slipped on a speedo style swimsuit and some surf shorts over top of that. I knew we'd be stopping in town on the other side of the island and wanted to be able to wander about some of the shops. Liz had taken our stuff down to the beach awaiting the dingy while I grabbed towels and sunscreen. Amanda pulled up to the beach just before 6 am. She had on a white hooded cover up that came down to just below her hips. Rather than have her take more time to pull up on the beach we waded out to meet her in about 2 feet of water. Amanda leaned over to give Liz a hand up into the boat, bracing one leg on the side of the inflatable. It was impossible not to notice that she was bare beneath her cover up. Her shaven pussy was only a couple feet away from my head as I held the boat steady. I jumped on board and we were soon motoring to the yacht. After boarding I helped Amanda secure the dingy and hoist it up on the davits. Connie, dressed in a colorful bikini, was forward working on the anchor line. Sharon, I presumed, was still below. There was hardly a whiff of breeze here at the anchorage and Amanda moved to the cockpit and started the engine to move us ahead so her sister could pull up the anchor. I went to the bow to help out. "The weather report is for fair skies and light winds," she informed me. "I hope we'll get some wind early so we can put up some sail. I really don't feel like I'm doing the right thing if we're just motoring but, since we've got a bit of a schedule, we need to get things going." The movement of air from our forward motion was a relief. It was going to be a very hot day and I was already drenched with sweat from the little bit of exertion I had done. Connie had me help unzip the sail bag for the main sail and, with her guidance I cranked the halyard to raise the sail. Amanda was at the helm, "There's not much wind yet but we can motorsail and be ready if something does blow up." We settled into the cockpit while Amanda gave us a tutorial about sailing the yacht and monitoring the engine. Connie was busy moving around the boat straightening lines and securing hatches. "Where's Sharon?" Liz asked. "Oh, I'm sorry I forgot to tell you," said Amanda. "Mother decided to stay back at the marina to do some laundry. She said she needed some private time which, you can imagine, if nonexistent on the boat. She also said she might take advantage of your hospitality to go back to your villa for the shower." "Oh, I wish we'd known to let her have free run of the house. She's welcome to go inside, use the deck and hot tub or anything else she needs. Is there any way to contact her?" "I'll try her on the cell phone and let her know," said Amanda. "I told her she'd get bored sitting at that marina all day." We were successful finding Sharon on the phone, glad to know that she'd have a place to hang out for the day. The boat was pointed toward the mouth of our little bay and Amanda changed places with me giving me the wheel. "Just keep us on this heading," she instructed, pointing toward the compass. "We're headed directly through the channel and we'll go a ways out before we turn back along the coast." She grabbed Liz's hand and together they moved to the bow to join Connie. I kept us on course while they worked on lines and stowed some other gear. Connie knelt down into a forward locker and pulled out some padded mats which she then spread out on the deck and snapped into place. All three girls sat down facing forward enjoying the early morning sunshine. There was hardly any chop to the water as we passed the point of land marking the mouth of the bay and as we headed toward the open water I watched Amanda slip her white cover up over her head. As I had guessed she was completely naked under it. Connie immediately followed her lead, her bikini off in a flash. I had to smile as Liz did the same, stripping off her own suit. Connie gathered up all their clothes and walked back to the cockpit to stow them below deck. "I'm sure you don't mind," she smiled at me as she passed. "It's not like you've haven't see it all before. Since we've got to get dressed again when we get to town I don't want to risk having something blow overboard on the way." A smile spread across my face watching her walk back to the front of the boat to join her sister and my wife where they sat together applying sunscreen. I kicked off my own bathing suit and tossed it down into the cabin. It was hard to imagine a more idyllic setting, sailing on the crystal clear water of the Caribbean with a crew of beautiful naked women lounging in front of me. After a short time, Connie and Liz stood up and worked themselves along the edge of the deck to join me in the cockpit. Connie came to relieve me at the wheel. "There's a little wind coming up and we need to set the genny sail up front and better set the mainsail. We're going to do a course change too so if you want to move up by Amanda she'll tell you what we need you to do." Scrambling up to the bow I took my place by Amanda as she handed me a line. "We're going to quickly raise the genoa sail. Together we'll pull this line with the hand crank winch as it unfurls from the forestay line then I'll tie it off." We took hold of the winch handles on each side of the crank and with a nod from my teacher began to crank the line out. Watching the sail deploy was difficult since the view of Amanda's tits shaking from side to side while she cranked vied for my interest. Once tied off she directed me back to the cockpit area where we prepared for a tack to starboard. The boat came around as Connie turned the wheel and, with a hand controlling the line to the mainsail, the boom slowly swung around. Together, Amanda and I trimmed the sail and tied off the line. "Excellent job, rookie," said Connie. "We've got some decent wind now so I'm going to shut off the engine and we'll just be pure sailors." She stayed at her position at the wheel and Liz and I followed Amanda back to the front of the boat. Since it was still morning we were able to get plenty of sun on the deck even with the foresail out. I stretched out on one of the mats to let Liz spread sunscreen across my back. I listened casually as the two women chatted, enjoying the sensation of my wife's hands spreading the liquid across my skin. I gave a start when I felt two more hands sliding across the lower part of my back. Peeking through my nearly closed eyes I found Amanda kneeling next to me across from my wife helping with the lotion. Liz's hands continued to spread the lotion across my skin as she moved down and massaged the oil into my butt. I wondered if Amanda was going to follow suit and , after hear my wife say "sure, go ahead, I think he'd like that" a second set of hands did the same thing to the other cheek. When I laid down I had tucked my cock into a position where it was pointing down. With the sensation of two beautiful naked women massaging my own bare ass it began to swell and extend further down between my legs. I could feel Amanda's fingers as they spread the lotion between my legs and a moment later she was running them along the underside of my now rigid prick. "Don't you think he should turn over so we can do his other side?" my wife asked Amanda. "Most definitely, he's got a great tan and we wouldn't want him to burn." I think Liz was initially just teasing me knowing that I was now sporting a huge hard on. I don't know if it was the tropical environment or the chance to respond to my wife's challenge but I decided to just go with the flow. Rolling over, my cock was pointed straight up, laying against my belly. "I looks like someone's enjoying the attention," said Amanda with a smile. The excitement of this blatant exhibitionism made me swell even more. Liz placed her fingers around the turgid shaft and lifted it up and out of the way so that Amanda could spread the lotion across my lower belly. A smile spread across Liz's face as she let the swollen member slip out of her hand, bouncing against the back of Amanda's. Vacation to the USVI Ch. 04 "Oops," she giggled, "it must have a mind of its own." "Don't they all," laughed Amanda. Liz moved over beside Amanda to help spread the oil across her back. This was good for me as I wasn't sure I'd be able to keep things from "erupting" if they continued to tease me that way. Propping up on my arms I took a look around to see how we were approaching the marina. Another sail boat was headed our way, going out of the channel, about a quarter mile away. Connie called out to us. "Boat ahead on the port side. Are we covering?" "We still outside of the channel," answered Amanda. "I say a big wave and smile." In just a couple of minutes the two boats passed. It was hard to hear what the other boat shouted as they went by but judging from the waving and pointing I think they were appreciative. I'm pretty sure we'll be appearing in someone's vacation photo album too. "We're almost to the reef break so we probably need to get dressed now before we get into the marina." I'll admit to being a little disappointed seeing the girls start to pull on their swimsuits. I was certainly enjoying the scenery both on and off the boat. Even then it was a great scene as all three tied little sarongs around thong or brief bikini bottoms and the bikini tops only barely covered their breasts. Liz was the most endowed of them all and the vision of her large boobs swaying in the barely there top was most memorable. "Do you think I need to put something else on?" she asked me. "Babe, we're just stopping to fill tanks in the marina. My guess is that marina folks are used to seeing cruisers in bathing suits. If they're smart, they'll appreciate how great a view they'll have." Vacation to the USVI Ch. 05 Our stay in the marina was fairly brief. There were no other boats awaiting fueling so the tanks were topped off in just a few minutes and the water tanks refilled. The young guy helping us seemed to enjoy the opportunity to service the 3 lovely, scantily dressed sailors. I'm sure that contributed to our efficient stop. In less than 30 minutes we were casting off the dock and headed back out the cut on our way to Buck Island. Shortly after getting back into open ocean and turning for our run to Buck Island, Amanda announced that we could resume our previous dress code. I think all four of us were naked in less than 5 seconds. I gathered up all the discarded swimsuits and stowed them below deck in the main salon. The wind had picked up enough to allow us to go completely under sail and maintain about 6 knots speed. Amanda had installed me behind the wheel with instructions to maintain our heading while she moved around the sails, perfecting their trim. She then laid down beside Connie and Liz who were reclining at the front of the boat. It was hard to stay focused on the compass and our course with the scenery of these nude women stretched out in front of me. Buck Island is a National Monument along the northeast corner of St. Croix. It has been under government protection since 1948 and became a National Monument under the administration of JFK in 1961. More recently the park area was expanded to include more of the underwater reef. The island, only a mile and a half long, was straight ahead of us and, at the clip we were going we were closing in to our anchorage point in just over an hour. It was an invigorating feeling being at the helm of a beautiful yacht plying across the Caribbean Sea with nubile naked nymphs stretched out on the deck in front of me, soaking in the suns rays. I could have enjoyed the trip for hours but in too short a time the boat was nearing the place where we would anchor. All three girls got up from their lounging mats, Amanda and Liz coming back to the cockpit to take over the helm. I was sent back to the mast with Connie to help with the sails and anchor. There were no other boats at the small beach we were approaching and, given this privacy, it didn't seem necessary to get dressed. Connie did put on some gloves to handle the lines and handed another pair to me. "You don't want any blisters," she warned, "and you certainly want to watch out for your dangling bits. Getting caught up in a line would spoil the day, no doubt!" The genoa sail wrapped around its furling roller at the touch of a button. On Amanda's signal, we worked together to drop the mainsail and gather it against the boom. The boat slowed its approach into the little sandy cove and Amanda turned until we faced the wind, coming to a stop about 50 yards off shore. Connie then had me pull the pin on the winch and the anchor rode dropped into the water. There was a nice breeze and this pushed against the hull until the anchor caught in the sandy bottom. "Well guys," said Amanda, "that was a great little sail. Now, the pool is open!" The breeze that had propelled us to this island dream helped relieve the sweat I'd worked up during the anchoring maneuver but I was still ready to get wet. Before jumping into the water, Liz and I passed a cooler and basket down to the dingy where Connie was ready to ferry our lunch supplies to the beach. There were no other boats anywhere to be seen so we elected to continue our naked day. Amanda stepped down into the small boat with her sister but Liz and I elected to swim in, not a particularly strenuous distance considering our usual morning swim but a welcome way to cool off. We both stepped of the side and began a leisurely stroke to the beach. I was glad that Liz had remembered the swim goggles so we could enjoy the sights on the ocean bottom beneath us and it was handy to see the approaching shore line to avoid a couple of small coral heads in the shallow water and find a sandy spot for our exit. The sisters had already spread out a blanket and set out the towels and some food for our lunch but I needed to dry off a bit before sitting to join them. Leaving Liz there, I turned to walk down the beach around a little point jutting out into the ocean. The white sand strand continued ahead of me for at least another quarter mile before turning around another point. This was a perfect way to stretch my legs out after the brief swim and I happily took off at as fast a pace as the sand allowed. Rounding the second point the sand continued its uninterrupted ribbon, a bright white against the blue of the small ocean waves. I'd worked up quite a sweat by then and, after downing a fair amount of water during the sail, needed to take a brief break. Since the "solution to pollution is dilution" I waded out into the water to cool off and take a bladder break. I floated happily around watching the distant shore of the main island as boats ran back and forth until I was ready to head back for refreshment and lunch. Turning back to the beach behind me I saw a group of about 4 people strolling down the beach headed to my left. This had them going the same direction I need to be headed to get back to my girls. I could see that these were all women but it was difficult to tell how old they might be. One was wearing either a one piece bathing suit or a tankini but the rest were in two piece suits. Now I had a dilemma since I was wearing a no-piece suit. I hadn't even brought a hat with me. My options were to continue to tread water until they turned around and went back the way they came, swim parallel to the shore until I got back to my group, or walk along the beach behind them until they stopped or turned around and then hop back in the water. It didn't bother be that I might be seen naked but one of the golden rules of naturism is not to offend someone who might be bothered. Since I didn't have my goggles with me, the swim option didn't seem very appealing and since I didn't know how long they might go before turning the treading water option was even less exciting. I let the group get down the beach a ways before I walked out of the water and began my stroll back. I figured they would either turn around when they got to either of the two points I had passed on my way up. Following at a distance, I stayed close to the waters edge so I could submerge if I needed to. The sun was behind my so I could see them quite well and I was sure that if they were to look back they would see a lone figure walking and I could be back I the water before they realized I was naked. The group passed the first bend in the beach and were out of my sight. I held up here thinking that if they were to round the curve and see an empty beach they might turn around. I edged into the water, ready to take a dip if they were to reappear but after 5 minutes or so there was no sign so I kept on following. As I made the turn myself I could see the group of four about half way down this stretch of sand before the next bend. I continued, as they did. The pace was steady and soon the group was going around the next bend. This would put them on the same stretch where Liz, Amanda and Connie were set up. I didn't recall that any of us had brought swimwear from the boat so likely the walkers would soon discover the nudists. If they were going to be bothered by the nudity then they might turn around soon, so I waded back into the water ready to duck down if I needed to. However, I appeared that they were not put off by the nudists or there were none there if the girls had taken the dingy back to the yacht. After waiting a few minutes I eased around the bend myself. I could see the spot where we had come ashore about half way down the beach and it looked like my girls were still there, sitting out in the sun. The walking group was about 100 yards away and headed toward them. Figuring there's safety in numbers, I kept going. I wondered what the reaction would be when the walking women realized that my group was naked. As they approached, it seemed that the walking group slowed down and then stopped...they were stopped and talking to Liz and the sisters. Now I had a dilemma. I couldn't hear what the conversation was, whether it was curious or contrary to the unclothed situation. I mean, three of the walkers were wearing bikinis so they certainly weren't too prudish. But I was trying to get back to my group and I was the only guy.....the nude guy. I hoped that Liz would help me out. Since I'd been following them at some distance I don't think they even knew I was there. That is until I saw Liz point my direction and they all turned toward me. Liz, Amanda and Connie stood up with the other women and they all waved my direction. Oh well, there was no hiding now. I closed in, staying about 10 feet or so away from the girls, all seven of them, 3 naked and 4 clothed. Liz stood up as I approached and the others turned toward me. She introduced me and they each told me their names, although to tell you the truth I can't remember them now. At first I was a bit self conscious being the only guy with 7 women, 4 of whom I'd only just met. Combine that with being nude in front of these still clothed strangers and I was a bit nervous. Since the women were engaged in conversation I decided to take a swim and cool off. I grabbed my goggles and went in. After about 10 minutes I saw the walkers wave goodbye and continue heading down the beach. I was in need of reapplying my sunscreen so I headed back up to the towels and sat down by Liz, enlisting her help in covering my back. Looking back up the beach we could see the walking group headed back our way. We cheered as they passed by. All but one had stripped off completely and the other was topless. It looks like we'd made a few new converts. If you're thinking that this story will go in to great detail about how Liz and I screwed ourselves silly on that beach bringing the two sisters into the group orgy you're going to be disappointed. We just had a great day at the beach with new friends. The fact that we were all naked was a nonfactor in our enjoyment. Sure there is a certain eroticism with the nudity but it did not become the center point of our experience. It was just natural and free, and a heck of a lot nicer than having to deal with sand in wet, sticky swimsuits. After enjoying the beach and lunch we ferried our gear and selves back to the yacht and had a leisurely motor sail to our cove and villa. Since we didn't have to go back into the harbor we were able to stay unclothed for the entire trip right up to taking the dingy to the beach in front of our house where Karen and Jerry from next door came out (also nude) to welcome us back. We told them how much they had missed out on a great day with offers from Amanda and Connie to take another day sail later on in the week. I was so looking forward to that.....