A Mike and Melanie story
"Hi Melanie, Mike. Nancy and I are taking a taxi over to the French side. Do you guys want to share it with us?"
"Gosh, I think so. What do you think Mike?"
"Sure" said Mike.
We'd all just landed at Phillipsburg on the island of Sint Maarten as we'd been told the Dutch side was called. Mike and I were on a delayed honeymoon a week before our first anniversary and it was our first adventure abroad. Mike and I had met Sid and Nancy at dinner the previous evening and we had hit it off at once. They were in their early thirties and had been married for about eight years, I think. We were glad to have met them as they had been on cruises before and knew the drill. This honeymoon was a real adventure for us as we had both grown up in a very conservative Baptist community and never been out of state before let alone out of the country.
"Welcome to Paradise!" was the greeting given by our smiling taxi driver as he opened the doors of his SUV. Although the sun was shining it must have rained recently and there were puddles and small pools of water on the road and our driver steered around them saying you could not be sure where the pot holes were.
Once we left Phillipsburg the road went up and down hills through little villages. A car ahead of us was stopped in the middle of the road and the driver was talking with a woman on the side of the road. He seemed in no hurry and our driver got out and went to speak to him. The three of them had a short conversation and then the car drove off and the driver came back and we too continued. It seemed no one was in too much of a hurry. After about another 15 minutes I said "Oh look, there's a butterfly farm" and sure enough the taxi turned down the road. A hundred yards later he took a left along a gravel road with a large pond on the right-hand side and left along a narrow road with a wall on the right and we pulled into a sandy parking spot by a little bar by the ocean. The sign said 'Pedros'.
I needed the washroom and the driver directed me to the bar where they gave me a ticket and showed me outside to a row of wooden huts housing the toilets.
"We'll be here having a beer" said Sid, shepherding Mike and Nancy to a table.
"Could you get me a daiquiri?" I called.
When I came back, they had their heads together and were smiling. "What are you guys grinning about?" I asked as I picked up my drink and took a sip.
"Seems that the beach to the right is "clothing optional"" said Mike.
"What?"
"Means you can be nude but you don't have to" said Sid.
"What about the beach to the left?" I asked.
"Regular beach, I think, although I imagine there will be topless. Remember we are now in France."
We went down some steps and set off to the left along the regular beach. There were little shops with displays of bikinis, wraps and cover-ups, some quite sheer and see-through. One was called 'Sexy Fruits' and the other one was called 'Adam and Eve'.
Sid and Nancy said they were going to have a look so we all went into what appeared to be this little hut, but which stretched back a good forty feet inside. It was so full of racks of bikinis, tankinis and sarongs that there was barely space to pass, especially as there were bins all along the floor with men's and ladies' thongs and speedos. I knew what they were, of course, although thongs and speedos were not in the stores in our community. No one would have dared buy one. But we do have TV and it's hard not to see all aspects of the world.
Just ahead of me a bare-chested man picked up a thong and peeled off his shorts without a care in the world except trying on the thong. He was buck naked except for his beach sandals. I had never seen another naked man before and here he was casually putting on the thong and moving over to one of the mirrors that were placed around the store. As I watched he peeled them off again and went back to the bin for another pair. There were a few other people around, but while I could not take my eyes of him, none of them seemed to even notice. I forced myself to stop watching and followed the others who had gone ahead without witnessing this display.
Nancy had picked out a bikini and with the same nonchalance as the earlier man, she pulled her top off over her head revealing her naked breasts. I swear Mike's jaw dropped and his eyes popped out of his head. Nancy's breasts were fuller than mine but were firm and I wondered whether they were the ones she was born with. I know a lot of women get 'boob jobs', even some in our home town. She slipped on the bikini top, seemed not too happy with the fit. An assistant or maybe she was the owner, took another from the rack and handed it to her. Meanwhile Nancy had slipped off the first one and was standing there topless. Sid came past Mike and headed to the front of the store.
As he went Mike had to turn sideways almost brushing Nancy's tits and I am almost sure I saw a little bulge in his beach shorts. He stayed rooted to the spot and Nancy had to move a step away to try on the top the lady handed her. To say Mike and I were not used to this much casual nudity would be a gross understatement. Nancy was happier with this top and took the bottoms to try on. Fortunately, she had on some underwear, even if it was a skimpy thong, and I think Mike eyes were riveted to the outline of the pussy as she tied the ties on each side of the bikini bottom. Nancy looked at herself from all sides in a mirror and seemed happy.
She picked up her top and shorts and we all went back to the front of the store where Sid was waiting. As he paid the lady, Nancy put her top in her beach bag untied the bikini bottoms, dropped her skimpy underwear to her ankles and retied the bikini bottoms. She picked up her underwear and slipped it into the beach bag. Surprisingly, Mike attention was elsewhere and he missed this final reveal. He was looking out at a startlingly beautiful topless teen on the beach in front of the store. We'd never been to a beach where topless was allowed and I knew he was going to remember this day.
Outside the store, Nancy asked us if we wanted to visit the other beach pointing up the beach to our right. I said 'no' firmly just as Sid said 'sure'. Mike hesitated then said 'not just yet.' So, Nancy and Sid headed that way saying "see you later."
Mike and I continued to walk down the beach to the left. It looked as though it went on forever.
As we walked there were little bars and larger restaurants spaced out along the beach with rows of beach loungers and umbrellas for rent in front of each one.
Part way along we came to a water sport place where they rented jet-skis. We talked to the guy and I was quite intrigued to try one but Mike wasn't so keen. We continued to walk down towards the far end. The waves looked bigger here and I saw lots of kids playing with boogie boards.
"Look" said Mike and pointed to some people being lifted into the air off the back of a boat. They were sitting harnessed in a sort of seat below a big balloon and they rose higher and higher towed by the boat. I had never seen anything like it.
By now the beach was starting to get more crowded. I guess bus loads were coming in from the six cruise ships in Phillipsburg. Although we were here for the day, I realized Sid and Nancy had not agreed a meeting place for 'later' assuming we were still going to share a taxi back.
"Maybe we should go take a look at the other beach" I said and Mike agreed.
We headed back, back past the shops, back across a narrow strip in front of Pedros and over some rocks. As we crossed the rocks the man of the couple in front of us dropped his shorts and swept them up and continued walking as his wife undid her sarong. They were both tanned and naked and walking in front of us. We paused; then continued walking across a stretch where a naked black man was sculpting figures in the sand. They were amazing. He looked up and in some sort of a British accent offered to rent us chairs and umbrellas.
We said "No, thank you" and stopped as we saw a group of giggling girls in front of the big 'Club Orient' sign. They were having their photos taken and two had taken off their tops and covered their breasts with their hands for the photo.
Then Mike was moving ahead past a sign that indicated 'no cameras and no boomboxes' on to the next stretch of beach which was studded with yellow umbrellas. More people were arriving and two guys in shorts were working hard to put up more umbrellas. Everyone was naked. Well most people anyway. Here and there a lady was wearing a thong or some guy had his shorts on. Ahead of us I saw a little group of clothed people walking up the beach and looking around at everything as we were. "Tourists" I thought and was surprised at the thought. Weren't we all tourists, the nudies and the clothed? I didn't imagine any of them lived here year-round.
I didn't see any sign of Sid and Nancy. Mike walked over to a beach bar and climbed the steps. "Let's have a drink while we're here.'
"Sure." I'd followed him up the steps and was looking at the list of drinks. "I'd like a Pina Colada". Mike of course had a beer.
