St. Martin Adventure Ch. 03

This picks up from previous story...

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

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

"Is everything okay?" asked Liz.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That would be great."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What a great day!"

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

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

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

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

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

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