Sands of Time

Our trip to the Caribbean was planned for our 20th anniversary. With a couple of kids who were old enough to take care of themselves for a while, Sue and I left for the warm weather and sandy beaches. We also left for the fulfillment of a wish. That wish came true in ways I could not have anticipated.

When we were dating, the days of rock festivals was already passing, but you could still catch a screening of Woodstock on campus. We both loved the music, of course, yet I was enthralled by more than that. I could not get the skinny dipping scenes out of my mind. Sue would tease me about my fascination with this idea, and she would claim that she would gladly strip off and jump in the water with me. The problem was that we were so land-locked. No ocean for hundreds of miles, no lakes with open beaches within three states, no secret swimming holes that anyone had ever heard of.

My suggestion for this trip met with mixed feelings from my no longer young, teasing lover. She liked the idea of getting away to someplace warm, someplace new to us. And she liked the idea of being on our own and catching up on some romance that we had let slip away in the rush of jobs and kids. And she then caught on to the fact that I was pushing for a stay at a resort with a "clothing-optional" beach.

"Still got the hippie fantasy, don't you?"

"Why not? We're not so old."

"You think I'd look okay in the nude on a beach?" As she asked this in our bedroom, she was undressing to put on her nightgown.

"I think you'd look great in the nude anywhere." I wasn't lying. At 41, she still had her slim figure, which included her small breasts that showed no sag. Small breasts always appealed to me, and this was another feature in their favor.

"So why a beach? You want other men to see me? Or is it that you want to see the other women?" Although I had to admit that the prospect of other bodies to look at was a nice one, I kept my eyes on her as she took off her clothes and then held her close when she was naked. "I'm the one who wants to see you. And at the beach, even though there won't be a rock festival nearby, it will be like I'm seeing you twenty years ago."

Sue liked that, and she said, "Well, there better not be anyone we know either." When she said nothing else, I assumed she was okay with me making the reservations.

As the day to depart drew nearer, though, she asked me more about the resort, especially about the "optional" in "clothing optional."

"Not everyone will be nude, right? There'll be people with their swimsuits on?"

"I don't know. I guess so. Maybe some women go topless, and that's it, but I don't know. I've never been there."

"Hmmm. Well, I just don't want to be forced into anything. And we leave the camera at home, okay?"

"Okay."

Again, I wasn't lying. I didn't want to force her into baring herself on the beach. I was just hoping that she would do it because she wanted to do something daring, and because she didn't care if other men saw her body. And because it would drive me wild with desire for her.

Finally the day came, and a coincidence in the airport may have given her self-esteem a timely boost. We were in the departure gate area, and Sue was looking at the departure/arrival monitors. Dressed in a pair of jeans and pastel pull-over, she might have resembled any number of women, but as it turned out, she resembled the right one.

A young man came from behind her, stood next to her, put his arm across her back and rested his hand on her hip. He spoke only a few words before he realized his mistake.

"I'm sorry—I thought—I mean, my wife is dressed just like you and—."

"No harm done, but how did you know my name is Sue?"

"I didn't. I mean, my wife's name is Suzanne, or Suzi for short."

I was just walking up at this point, and Suzi was coming towards us too. He was right. Suzi was dressed just like Sue was, and more, when I looked at her, I was seeing Sue from years ago, the lover I took to the movies. The same hair color, the same height, the same figure. Just not the same age, although Sue must have liked being taken for so much younger.

We quickly got the introductions straight. Suzi started, "Hi, my name is Suzi, and I think you have met Rick here."

"Yes, we just bumped into each other. I'm Sue, and this is my husband, Ed."

We went on talking in the way that people talk when in airports, and I suppose we shouldn't have been surprised to learn we were getting on the same plane. After all, no other gates at this end of the concourse were open.

On the plane, because of the open seating, we could sit across the aisle from each other. Sue learned that they were celebrating an anniversary also, their third. Given the fact that Rick and I were at opposite windows, we couldn't talk like our wives were. He read the airline magazine, and I closed my eyes and imagined the beach, the sunlight and the way it would look on my wife's breasts or in her pubic hair.

When we landed, I suppose we shouldn't have been surprised again that the four of us got on the same bus headed for the same resort. I didn't know about Rick, but my first thought was that I might get to see Suzi naked, to see if she and Sue were entirely similar in appearance. And then I had another thought. What if Sue thinks we know Rick and Suzi too well? What if having them around makes her unwilling to take off her bikini?

At the resort, we were met by Marisol, a thirty-something woman who looked like she belonged on the islands. With Reggie, her husband, the two of them more or less managed the staff and kept the place running so that guests would have no wants or needs ignored. This attentive management style meant that Marisol rearranged some room assignments so that the four of us could be next door to each other. Marisol simply assumed we were related because Sue and Suzi had such a resemblance.

The rooms were actually more like little duplex huts. A common veranda ran between our room and one other room like ours, the room given to Rick and Suzi. In the little courtyard between our hut and the one across from us, we could also see open showers. These were obviously meant for rinsing off the sand.

Our room had a large bed with a canopy and gauzy curtain, a private bath, and a lovely view through an expansive window and across the veranda. Looking out, we could see another hut like ours and then the beach beyond. Just as we were unpacking, we could also see a young couple using one of the showers. I don't know if they were rinsing off any sand. I was too struck by the fact that they were nude. The man was tall and lanky, and the woman had very large breasts.

Sue poked me in the side. "If I can guess what you're thinking, no, I don't need a shower to freshen up right now."

Unsure what to do or suggest next, I went out on the veranda to sit. The couple was gone, and Rick and Suzi were coming out too. Sue joined us soon. No one mentioned the couple in the shower. We talked about nothing in particular, and despite the anxious sense that I think we all shared, I felt that I was getting to know them better.

In fact, the more I heard Suzi talk, the more she sounded like Sue. It was uncanny the way that Suzi's reticence matched Sue's. As we talked, I gathered from hints in Rick's conversation that his wife shared Sue's feelings, sometimes teasing Rick, agreeing to go skinny dipping, and sometimes thinking she could never go through with it. Well, they were in their twenties, I thought. I hoped they weren't already needing time to recover the romance in their lives.

At the desk where we checked in, Suzi had picked up some brochures, and now she suggested a trip to the village. Sue had looked at information about the village on the resort's website, because she probably wanted to have alternative activities, so she seconded Suzi's idea. I didn't object. No sense in pushing it so soon.

So off to the village we went. It was pretty, and the shops had good pieces by local artists. Some pottery we found caught the attention of our wives. It turns out Suzi had taken a class, just as Sue had years ago. Both liked the relaxation they felt in the wet clay on the wheel. I was aware of the similarities that kept popping up between the two, but my mind was elsewhere, on other possible similarities.

When we returned to our hut, we had about an hour before dinner. Still wondering how I could suggest the beach, I was pleasantly surprised to hear Suzi suggest the very thing.

"Anyone ready for a dip in the sea?"

Sue looked at me and replied, "That seems to be the main attraction here. I guess we have time to check it out before the sun gets too low. Maybe we'll have it to ourselves this late in the day." I knew that last comment was her way of telling herself that it might not be so bad at the beach.

So we went into our room to change, and we met Suzi and Rick minutes later on the veranda. I was pleased to see that Suzi's bikini matched Sue's: not too brief, but small enough to show off their slender forms.

The walk to the beach was short, but my heart was pounding after the brief time. As Sue predicted, not many people remained. We passed only one couple near the huts, an older man in trunks with a topless trophy wife. The few others who were still sunning themselves were further down the beach, and we did not venture that far. Even so, I could tell that, only a hundred yards away, there were nude people.

Suzi broke the silence. "Sue, was Ed the one who suggested this resort?"

"Well, it wasn't my first choice, but here I am anyway." She was looking down the way toward the nude sunbathers.

"I have to admit that I wasn't sure about such a place either, so Rick and I worked out a little compromise. I don't know how you guys feel about this 'clothing optional' business, but you can join us if you want."

"Join you how? What's the compromise?"

Suzi held up a basket she pulled from her bag. It had a rope and a weighted block attached. "I told Rick I'd take my top off out in the water if he'd let me bring this along. It's a basket for holding your swimsuit, and this block keeps it from floating away. Just put your suit in and snap the thing shut."

"Sounds like a plan," Sue replied. It wasn't what I was dreaming about all these years, but it was better than shopping in the village.

Rick said to me, "I think the ladies are trying to say we're a couple of dirty dogs." Looking down the way, he added, "You see any dirty dogs down there?"

"Nope," I laughed.

Sue said, "Well, you guys don't have to use the basket if you don't want to. Suzi and I can wait while you guys take your suits off." Neither of us made a move. "That's what I thought," Suzi said, and she started to walk toward the water.

All of us went together then. The sea was a bit rough that day, and the surf had clouded the water somewhat. When we got far enough out that the women were under water up to their necks, Suzi dropped the weight. Sue and I moved back to give them a little space. Sure enough, Rick reached under water and quickly had his trunks in his hands. Suzi was turned away slightly as she untied her top and slipped it off. The sight of her bare neck and shoulders was intensely exciting to me.

The two of them swam off a little after putting their pieces in the basket. Sue and I took our turn. Like Rick, I quickly had my suit off. Looking down, I could see my penis bobbing up, and the buoyancy felt wonderful. Sue smirked at me as she removed her top, careful to stay below the water level. I was about to snap the basket shut when she stopped me.

"You wanted this too, I think." She had her bikini bottoms in her hand and placed it in the basket. Now looking down, I could barely tell she was naked. The light reflecting off the water and the stirred up sand and silt obscured the view. I could occasionally get a quick sense of a dark nipple or the wedge of hair between her legs.

Suzi and Rick swam nearer, but not too close. If I could stare longer, I knew I would be able to see more, more of Suzi and more of Sue too. It may sound strange. I wanted to see Suzi's breasts, sure, but I wanted to see my wife's nudity as much if not more.

Wouldn't you know it, when the waves and light were suddenly right for a second, I got a fleeting glimpse of Rick's erection, which made me aware of my own erection and the possibility that Suzi would be able to see it. I didn't want her to think I was out of line.

I didn't need to worry. Sue was next to me and felt my penis against her. "I think Ed is having a good time."

Suzi's hands were under the water. "Same goes for Rick."

"Well, we can be glad that we're such good wives who make husbands' wishes come true." And the two of them laughed.

Suzi's giggling caused her to forget herself briefly, and she bounced up with a wave, allowing a quick glimpse of her breasts. They were Sue's breasts on another woman, the same B-cup size and conical shape, the same burgundy colored nipples. Rick noticed the show I got and seemed happy for her breasts to be seen. We swam around for a while, laughed and enjoyed the sensations, and caught nothing more that uncertain sights of each other's bodies.

At least until we were getting ready to get out of the water. Rick and Suzi were already making their way to the beach, and Sue had carefully put her bottoms back on, but the waves were making it difficult to handle the strings of her top. Rick turned to look just as a wave knocked Sue forward, so he saw her when she stood and steadied herself for just a moment with her breasts out of the water. His smile showed that he appreciated the sight. My erection made it very difficult for me to dress again too.

Sue knew she had been seen. "Did you like that?" I took her hand and placed it on the front of my trunks. "That answers that," she said. "If letting another man see my breasts does that to you, I could make these next few days quite a strain for you."

I smiled. "Try me. Please."

Sue smiled too, and I was happy to see that she wasn't upset about being topless in front of Rick.

We all rinsed off in the shower by our hut, suits on, though. After dressing, we met our new friends on the veranda and went to dinner. The food was good. We saw Marisol there, making everyone feel welcome. She told us about a regular exercise and stretching session she led on Wednesday mornings, which would be in a couple of days. "I hope you'll join me there." Sue liked the idea.

After we ate, a couple hours passed in walking along the beach. Even I had to admit the atmosphere was romantic when Sue said, "You see, the waves, the moon, the stars. Even with clothes on, this beach puts you in a mood."

"Are you guys tired?" Rick asked. I thought he was hinting that it was time to retire so that he could be alone with Suzi. Then he added, "If you're staying up for awhile, why not get comfortable and sit with us on the veranda? We can have some drinks and take in all this moon and mood."

Sue laughed and said, "Sounds fun."

Back in our room, though, Sue wondered, "What do you suppose Rick meant by 'get comfortable'? Did you guys discuss this?"

"I didn't plan anything with him. Want me to check?" I went out on the veranda, but noticed right away that the lights were out in their room. It surprised me then when Suzi came out their open door. She was wearing small panties and a loose, satiny camisole. She saw me and said, "What are you waiting for? Go get into something comfortable."

I told Sue what I saw. "You know what I brought along to sleep in," she replied. "Want me to wear that?"

She was referring to a sheer tank top with matching panties. "Yes," I said.

She thought for a moment. "I guess it's dark enough outside, but close the curtains so I can change."

That's when I noticed that there were no curtains. Before, in the afternoon, we hadn't bothered because you can't really see in a window during the day unless you're right next to it. Now I understood why the lights were off next door, and I switched our lights off too. As I changed into some brief running shorts, I could look and dimly make out Suzi seated outside. It gave me a little thrill to strip all the way in a spot where she could conceivably see me.

Sue was right about the dark, but our eyes adjusted somewhat. Rick, in his loose pajama pants, maybe could not see details of Sue's breasts, but he could see their shape and the darker shade of her nipples. Likewise, whenever Suzi moved a certain way, I knew her breasts were exposed even if I could not quite get a clear view. And when she got up once to get more ice, I was delighted to see her panties were really a g-string. Her bottom reminded me of only one woman.

Then the view suddenly got better. Across the way, the couple that had seen in the shower together were returning with another couple. From their jolly voices, we could tell they were French and probably drunk. With their light on, our setting was more illuminated, and I quickly noticed that Sue's nipples were now much easier to see through her top.

Suzi's mouth opened and she leaned forward. I thought she might be about to remark on Sue's sheer top, which I thought was ironic because her own top gaped enough for me to see one of her dark nipples as well. But her attention was elsewhere.

We all turned to look , and our French neighbors were hurriedly stripping each other. The men, both tall and lean, were naked first, and their erections elicited little gasps from our wives. Rick and I did not have to wait long to see the women. The busty one I'd seen before stood on the bed while the two men pulled her panties down, and she struck a pose, turned her back and struck another. From the distance, I couldn't be sure, but I didn't see any pubic hair between her legs.

The other woman, taller with a fashion model's skinny figure, played harder to get. She was laughing out loud when the men pushed her back on the bed. Then one man pulled her tee-shirt off, exposing her rosy nipples and flat chest. At the same time, the other man lifted her legs high as he peeled her panties off her legs. One leg remained on his shoulder when he was done, and in that posture, it was obvious she had no pubic hair.

As if this display was not enough, they began a frantic round robin of sex play. We could not tell which woman belonged with which man. Both women were groped and licked by both men, and both women groped and sucked each man. Even when the women settled into positions to be penetrated from behind, they continued to laugh as the men occasionally traded places.

I can't tell you how long we all watched, amazed. Fortunately, Sue did not get upset. In fact, she may have been turned on by the display. Suzi and Rick certainly raised no objection to staying put. As for me, the couples across the way were fascinating, but I was also excited to see Sue and Suzi so casually distracted from the way their breasts were showing.

Finally the orgy stopped. The lights were still on, but there was no more to see. One couple had fallen on the floor and apparently slept there. The other two were tangled in the bed sheets and seemingly asleep as well.

The four of us decided to call it a night. None of us said much, but we were all probably thinking the same thing. Although Sue seemed to walk a little too hurriedly to our room, Rick could see her bottom through her panties in the light, and he could see even better when she surprisingly turned on our light. Suzi gave both of us guys a smirk when our pants betrayed our excitement. She and Rick disappeared into their room. I lingered a moment, but their light never came on.

In our room, Sue met me at the foot of our bed. Seated there, she pulled her top off. I looked across the way, although I could not see any movement there. She never took her eyes off me, watching to see my reaction to her baring her breasts with the lights on and the window open.