"COLLARED IN THE CARIBBEAN"
Co-Written by Snowy_Secret & Uhl B. Wett
"Rumpity-Rump, Rumpity-Rump," went the wipers on my truck as we pulled into the long-term parking lot at Lambert International Airport in St. Louis. Not long afterwards we cleared Homeland Security, TSA, the full body scanners and checked our bags at the gate, we went wheels up on a big white bird, trading the white snowy skies of the Ozarks, for the white sandy beaches of the Caribbean. We arrived around 6 P.M. in Orlando and took a cab south towards Port Canaveral to our hotel. We needed to get a good night's sleep because tomorrow we embark on a very special adventure unlike any that either of us had been on before.
Early the next morning, we took a cab to the Godiva Cruise Lines Terminal, a porter grabbed our bags from the back of the van, and less than forty-five minutes later we were standing, drinks in hand on the deck of the cruise ship "Nudity II," watching other passengers board our ship. A strange name for a cruise ship you're probably thinking. I may have forgotten to mention to you, like I did to Snowy, that it was a Nudist / Swinger's Cruise. In less than two hours we will be steaming to exotic hedonistic destinations in the Caribbean Islands. I hope my baby packed plenty of sunscreen.
As we cleared the port and set out on open water, a cruise attendant walked by and handed us both a pastel-colored flyer. It simply read; "REMINDER," this is a clothing optional; lifestyle cruise and we encourage all our passengers to leave their inhibitions at the dock and get comfortable in their skin. The ship's horn will sound three times in quick succession once we are twenty-five miles from shore. That will signal to everyone on board that nudity is then allowed and encouraged. The same horn will sound the same way as we get within twenty-five miles of every one of our ports of call, so that everyone knows it's time to get dressed again.
"Ha, ha, what did that cost you?" asked Snowy as I stared out at the ocean. "That's cute, you had me going for a minute," she added with a grin.
"It's no joke baby; I booked us on a Nudist / Swinger's Cruise," I told her with a smile.
"You what? Are you fucking crazy?" she asked. "What the hell am I going to do?"
"You are going to get naked like I am and stop worrying that someone might recognize you. Anyone who does will likely be naked too," I told her with a chuckle.
"Oh My God! Are you serious? Baby I don't think I can do this, what's are my options?" she asked, more than a little unnerved.
"Well, you can stay in our state room the entire trip, or you can swim back to Canaveral and leave me here with all these pretty, naked, women," I told her taking a long sip of my complimentary, watered down, "fufu" umbrella drink. "I hope you brought sunscreen, I added."
The ship's horn blew long and hard as the tugs pushed us slowly away from the pier and out into the bay. Multiple blows of their horns told the captain that they were clear of us, and we were in open water as we neared the mouth of the harbor. Snowy and I found our way to our seaside cabin on the top floor of the ship. The Suite was amazing, spacious, and very well appointed. The bathroom featured a huge walk-in shower, a large vanity with multiple sinks, and a bidet.' A king-size bed was the focal point of the bedding area, there was also a smaller but very plush social area with sofa, chair, love seat, and television.
It was a warm day for Mid-February. We unpacked, then began to relax, walking out onto our private balcony, looking at the ocean. We leaned onto the rail and inhaled the warm salt air. Just as we did, three blows of the ship's horn let everyone aboard know it was naked time. The color brochure said that even some members of the crew would be nude. I couldn't help but wonder if the captain would be wearing his hat. Snowy slid over close to me and I wrapped my arms softly around her. I could see that my baby was very apprehensive about being naked around complete strangers, but she sucked it up. I could tell she was hesitant, but ready to strip down and take a walk on deck.
I couldn't help but smile as I watched her strip down, folding her clothes neatly placing them on the bed, taking as much time as she could, trying to delay the inevitable. She can be so cute sometimes. Her pussy was freshly waxed, her nipples were hard and vivid pink, this would be my first real chance to show her off and honestly; I liked that idea. Once she was naked, she checked herself in the full-length wall mirror and walked over to me. I could feel my cock growing harder as I watched her walk, her ass swaying and her tits bouncing softly. She put on her sunglasses, drew a heavy breath, and smiled.
"OK Baby, Let's do this," she said softly. "I can't believe I let you talk me into this," she added with a tender whisper.
"Baby, this is what a Dom does, we are constantly pushing our subs, stretching the envelope and expanding their limits," I told her as we prepared to exit the cabin. "Relax, you look beautiful," I told her reassuringly.
With a twist of the knob and the swing of the door, Snowy got her first taste of public nudity. I walked out first, pulling her slowly by the hand into the corridor. I'm not sure if it was the sight of other naked people, or the realization that she was naked herself, that brought about the pleasing change, but her nipples quickly hardened as we walked. We toured the ship for about an hour, saying hello to all the other naked passengers and crew. We checked out the many recreational areas and the shopping areas on the ship. I was delighted to find there was a flower shop on board. That would come in handy later.
We encountered our first naked couple just a few steps from our cabin door. They were a young Black couple, we exchanged glances and hellos with each of us checking out the other's equipment. I could tell right away this was going to be a fun trip. There was a pool, with a water slide, a lazy river, and miniature golf up on deck, down below were movie theaters, a bunch of 5-Star restaurants, and a well-equipped gym. This ship had everything. It was our home for the next seven days; some day trips were on the schedule to a couple of the islands as well as a scuba diving adventure.
During our initial exploration of the ship, we stumbled across a New Orleans themed French-Cajun Restaurant that was hosting a Champagne brunch. We wandered in and took advantage of the wonderful cuisine. After lunch I told Snowy that I wanted to go look at the back the boat, the stern, to see where and how they shoot clay pigeons, having brought my Browning Ultra XT along, since the travel brochure said they shoot daily. As we walked leisurely towards the rear of the ship, we encountered an older white couple walking calmly hand in hand. They said hello and we stopped briefly to chat.
Their names were Tom and Virginia. We shook hands as she told us she goes by Gigi. I guessed them to be in their mid to late 50's. We talked as we walked. They asked how long we have been together, we told them just a few months. We told them we are a D/s couple, and this was her first time being naked in public. They both assured her that she would get used to it quickly, adding that covering a beautiful body like hers would be a crime in some states. They were a sweet couple, who told us they have been nudists since they got married, twenty-five years ago, and swingers for the last ten years.
Gigi was a pretty brunette with shoulder length curls, tall with a well-rounded ass, big soft D-Cup tits, and a nicely shaped, full natural bush. She had razor sharp tan-lines, a butterfly tramp stamp, and very dark, very impressive nipples. A self-proclaimed voyeur, her smile was captivating, and her horny sense of humor made her fun to be around. She had the kind of swing to her hips that you just don't find on front porches. She quickly took a shine to Snowy. Tom was a good-looking guy, nicely hung with dark hair, a beard, and a "Special Forces" tattoo on his bicep. They were both extremely friendly and a great ice breaker for Snowy,
They asked us where we were off too, then asked if they could join us. We told them sure, and an interesting at times seductive conversation began as we strolled the deck. Tom's eyes were fixed on my baby, and I must be honest, more than once the thought of pounding his pretty wife like a piece of cheap meat crossed my mind. Snowy was nervous at first, but eventually relaxed, it was great that our first interaction with others aboard ship was so casual and so pleasant. Our conversation eventually turned into a discussion about guns and shooting, Gigi seemed interested and hung on every word as Tom and I chatted.
"I've always wanted to learn how to do it Mr. Wett," confessed Gigi with a naughty smile. "I am a pretty good shot with my pistol and most other guns, but I've always liked the longer ones," she giggled. "Would you be willing to teach a Tennessee farm girl?" she asked with just enough southern twang to make my cock throb. "I'll make it worth your while," she added, placing her soft warm hand lightly against my right buttock.
"If you want to come to the stern of the ship tomorrow afternoon, I'd be happy to show you a couple things," I told her.
