As the plane approached the landing in St. Maartin, I clenched the armrests tightly. I never did like to fly and these little "puddle jumpers" they have for commutes to the smaller islands don't handle turbulence particularly well. That was the price of vacationing in the Caribbean, I told myself. I closed my eyes and remembered why I was here.
I had just finished graduate school, having handed in my thesis the previous week. After ten consecutive years of college (including undergraduate) I was more than a little burned out. Good thing my new job didn't start until the beginning of the year. I had a couple of months to relax and recharge before I would be responsible to anyone. So I did what I had been fantasizing about for years - take a relaxing vacation on a remote Caribbean island.
I checked the weather - it was hurricane season after all - and booked a room at the cheapest hotel I could find on St. Barts. I had heard that this was the place celebrities liked to relax at during the winter months. Of course, I'd need to be a millionaire to afford to go then, and I didn't want to deal with the Christmas crowds anyway. It also sounded like the perfect getaway for rest and relaxation, as the island is known for its laid-back atmosphere. Heading down in September, the "dry season" for tourism, was the best time to get a deal and, when I booked the flight, I knew I'd never have a better opportunity. So there I was clinging to my seat, thinking positive thoughts, hoping that the flight would come to a safe end.
I opened my eyes after I heard the screech of the landing gear touching down and took a peek out the window. The water was crystal blue and it was right next to the runway. I thought, 'They don't give these pilots much room for error!'
After passing through customs without problem, I headed for the boat dock. I had just enough time to make the last ferry ride of the day to St. Barts. The warm, humid air was a welcome change from the hot, dry air back home. I felt myself relaxing already.
The boat ride was fast and smooth. I watched the sailboats as the sun began to dip below the horizon, the clouds providing an amazing contrast to the glow of the sun's last rays.
When I arrived at my hotel room in Gustavia, I passed out almost instantly. I had a big smile on my face.
The next morning, I awoke completely refreshed and relaxed. I stuffed a few things into my backpack, grabbed a bite to eat and walked down to the bike rental shop. Renting a bike for the day was another great way to enjoy my vacation, while still keeping to my budget.
St. Barts is not a particularly large island, but the hilly countryside combined with the humidity and heat - even at mid-morning - had me in a sweat in no time. I saw the sign for Gouverneur beach and followed the road, figuring my short ride had earned me a break. I was on vacation, after all.
I coasted the last stretch down to the beach - letting gravity do the work was always one of my favorite parts of riding a bike. At the end of the road, I found a place to park my bike, set down my backpack, took off my shirt and looked out at the nearly empty beach before me. I could see one woman a ways down the beach and that was it. I grabbed a towel out of my backpack and cursed to myself. I forgot my sunscreen. 'Ah, well, I won't be here long,' I thought. I put my shirt and shoes in my backpack and headed down the beach.
I noticed the woman sitting on the beach was wearing a straw hat and sunglasses. Then I realized she wasn't wearing anything else! Not only was she naked, she was beautiful - one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen! I slowed my walk to take in her beauty. She was talking on her cell phone, so she didn't notice my gaze. As I walked in her direction, she hung up the phone, took off her sunglasses and looked around in her bag for a few moments before pulling out a bottle of suntan lotion. That's when she turned around and saw me. I froze. Not just because I was caught staring, but because I realized who she was -- Heidi Klum, completely naked, maybe twenty feet away from me!
She smiled at me and it felt like my heart stopped. My mind was racing. Who would have thought that I would see her here? When she returned her attention to the suntan lotion, I reminded myself to breathe and walked up to her.
"Hey - you're Heidi Klum," I blurted out, followed by a mental "D'oh". 'That's not the way to make a first impression,' I thought.
"Ja," she replied with slight Germanic accent as she took off her straw hat. She looked back at me, twirling her hair in the process, and caught me staring at her breasts.
"It's just that I, uh, I didn't expect to see anyone famous." I was flustered. There was a naked supermodel only a few feet away from me. I reminded myself to look only at her face. It wouldn't slow my heartbeat any, but at least it might keep me out of trouble.
She could sense my nervousness. She was about to say something, but I preempted her. "Look, I'm sorry to intrude. I'm sure you'd rather be left alone and..."
"No, wait," she stopped me. "You don't have to leave."
"Well, uh, I, uh, forgot my sunscreen and, uh, I wasn't planning on staying long anyway." (What was I thinking? Was I really trying to back out of an opportunity to spend time with a naked supermodel?)
She picked up her bottle of sunscreen and showed it to me. "I've got some right here. We could do a quid pro quo thing."
"Quid pro quo?" I asked sheepishly.
"You know, you rub some on me, I rub some on you..."
I couldn't believe my ears.
"...but..." she paused for dramatic effect. She had a devilish grin on her face. I knew this was sounding to good to be true. There had to be some catch. "...you have to be naked, too."
That did it. My heart was on the verge of breaking some kind of speed record already and that statement pushed it over the edge.
"Uh, naked?" I stammered, trying to keep breathing.
"Of course. Why should you get to have all the fun?"
"Uh, well..." I took a couple of deep breaths and glanced around the beach to make sure no one else was around. The beach was empty except for us. I paused.
"Come on!" she prodded. "It's not that hard!"
I ignored the possible double-entendre and thought, 'You only live once', and pulled down my shorts. Since I don't normally wear underwear that was it. I was naked.
"Ooh la la," she cooed. I looked down and, sure enough, the anxiety wasn't doing me any favors. Reflexively, I put my hands in front to cover up. "Hey, why are you covering up? Are you embarrassed?" she asked, adding, "I think it's cute."
"You do?" I asked sheepishly. She laughed.
"You guys... always worried that it's too small. Trust me - it's not that big a deal to us, as long as you can get it to work when you need to."
"Well, uh, I..." I stammered. Where was this going? Besides, I wasn't small, I was just nervous.
"Now get over here and start putting the lotion on me," she commanded as she handed me the bottle. She quickly flipped over onto her stomach, presenting her lovely backside. I gazed down the length of her body to soak in the view. I must have been gazing for too long, as she interrupted again. "Come on. I'm not going to bite."
I nervously popped open the top and poured a liberal amount into my hand and knelt down beside her. I began to rub the lotion into her back, starting at the shoulders and then working my way down. My hands moved slowly but methodically across her back, making sure I covered every square inch. I couldn't believe how soft and smooth her skin was. My fingertips brushed the sides of her breasts as they bulged out from her torso and I could feel myself relaxing with each stroke across her body. Her body was perfectly relaxed, despite the fact that she was naked on a public beach receiving a massage from an equally naked stranger. Her state of relaxation was putting me at ease. My mind was lost in the task at hand and, soon enough, the nervousness I started out with vanished.
As I reached the small of her back, she turned her head towards me with a look of bliss on her face.
"That feels so good! Are you a masseuse?" Heidi asked.
"Nope."
"You're better than the guy at the spa I go to back home."
I smiled at her compliment and poured more lotion onto my hand. She closed her eyes, but kept the smile on her face. I continued by applying the lotion down her legs. Now that I had a vote of confidence, I made sure it felt more like a massage than a simple application of sunscreen. I sat up as I finished her legs and paused to admire my work - and her body.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Her eyes were open again and shooting me a devilish look. She wiggled her butt.
"You want me to...?" I trailed off, waiting for affirmation that she really did want me to touch her butt.
"Don't be so shy. It's not going to hurt you." I noticed a seductive tone in her voice.
"Yeah, but - I mean - you don't even know my name yet," I replied. "How do you know I can be trusted?" My heartbeat started to pick up again. I was surprised at how fast things were moving.
She turned on to her side and looked at me. Her right boob rested delightfully against her arm. "If you were going to try something you would have done it already. Plus, you've been doing a wonderful job so far," Heidi said with a breathy emphasis on "wonderful". She gave a puppy dog look and asked, "You wouldn't want me to burn my butt, would you?"
I couldn't argue with that. I picked up the lotion and moved in while she rolled back onto her stomach. As my hand patted down the lotion onto her butt cheek, she stopped me. "You know, you would get a better angle if you straddled me."
I positioned myself on my knees with her legs between mine, and started over. As I began rubbing the lotion in, I got the first good look of her slit. Her lips were swollen and red. She was getting turned on! Having previously been relaxed, my heart was fluttering again but, this time, it was accompanied by a twitching in my cock. The previously shy appendage was for the first time aware of what was going on and began to spring to life. I was half hard by the time I finished with her butt and crawled off her.
She turned over, still with a smile on her face. "Do you want me to do the front, too?" I asked.
"Mmmm. Yes, please," she responded. I never knew a Germanic accent could be so sexy.
I admired the full view of her ample 36C chest complete with erect nipples, the way her narrow waist flared out to full, womanly hips, the narrow "landing strip" patch of pubic hair, the legs that never seemed to end. That did it. I was full on hard now.
I grabbed the bottle of lotion and straddled her legs once again. As I did so, she noticed my state of arousal. "Hey look, it really does work!" she exclaimed, jokingly.
"Well, what did you expect?" I responded, my tongue no longer tied.
