A Mike and Melanie story
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It was the middle of November, when we booked a last-minute vacation to St Martin. I'd always wanted to spend time here since the amazing experience I'd had when we paid a brief but memorable visit on our honeymoon. This past spring, we had spent our third anniversary at St Lucia, and although it's a lovely island I was disappointed to find they did not have nude beaches.
I'd wanted to stay at the clothing-optional resort right on the beach, but the accommodation Mike found was at a resort hotel further up the beach. Although Mike is more comfortable being nude nowadays, he is not so keen to be nude all the time.
We flew on Friday, right after Veterans' Day. Once we were checked in, I couldn't be more pleased. Ours was one of three units that shared a private pool. The other units were empty, so we were free to swim naked any time we wanted. It was clear from a surreptitious glimpse at other sets of units around the property that nude sunbathing and swimming was quite usual, although not necessarily the norm.
A visit to the beach below the resort revealed that there was also a sectioned off area of beach where one could sunbathe nude, even though it was nowhere near the official beach. At this time of year there were only five other couples using this section and three of them were a lot older than us.
The nice thing was that waiters from the restaurant just on the edge of the beach, came by every so often to see if you wanted something from the bar. I don't consider myself a big drinker, but on holiday it was nice to order a bottle of sauvignon blanc and enjoy it over the course of the morning. That was how we relaxed on Saturday and Saturday mornings. After lunch both days we drove over to the official nude beach and enjoyed the company of fellow nudists there. When we first came here on our honeymoon cruise, the taxi driver who brought us over said "Welcome to Paradise". This was Paradise as I remembered it. The sense of freedom almost as the plane wheels touched the tarmac.
When we had been here before it was not unusual to see people walking the entire length of the beach nude. Now, that was no longer permitted. Although I did see a few brave souls still do it before nine am. Too early for me.
The story was that due to the many cruises bringing in families from the States, pressure had been put on the authorities to impose a restriction limiting the areas of the beach, where nudity was permitted.
Nudity never seemed to be a big thing for European families, who often had children with them from toddlers to teenagers. But we North, and even South, Americans can't seem to find it natural.
I must admit that, having grown up in a very conservative Mennonite background, I do find nudity stimulating. I'd never seen a cock before Mike's, and it wasn't until our cruise brought us here, that I realized first that they came in so many sizes and shapes and then that Mike's fully erect four inches was nothing to write home about. Not that I would, of course, although I have since discovered that my mother has been out in the world I little more than I had realized growing up, which has now made for some interesting conversations.
Late Sunday another couple moved into the unit at the furthest end from ours. On Monday I woke up around seven-thirty, early for me. I got up without disturbing Mike. He was still dead to the world. I realized I needed to pee. There was enough daylight leaking round the blind to go without turning on any lights. Done with that, I crossed the room and quietly slid open the patio door. I slipped by the blind to minimize the light I let into the room and closed the door again quietly.
I was immediately aware of the sound of someone in the pool. I turned and moved a few steps forward. A tall man was doing lengths in the pool. As the pool is less than full length, maybe twenty feet, he was turning every couple of strokes, before doing another racing turn. You know the kind where you kind of flip under and round and push off from the end. These pushes took him halfway back to the other end. I think if he wanted, he could have just gone from one end to the other without a stroke in between just with a stronger push.
Did I mention he was naked and his lovely well-muscled body cut so easily through the water? He was intent on what he was doing and had no idea I was watching. He had been swimming freestyle, but now he flipped to his back and a very nice package broke the surface on his next turn actually right in front of me. Why am I so obsessed with men's junk? I'm not like this when I'm at home. I don't go around wondering about the men I work with. It's only when we go somewhere where nudity is all around me that I can't get my mind off it. There are so many shapes and sizes, and then the 'growers' and the 'showers', not to mention circumcision and color.
I tried to ignore the feelings that were immediately aroused and began to do some exercises. I have started yoga and unrolled the mat I had brought with me. Five minutes later as I straightened up from a full sun salutation, I found the man had climbed out of the pool and was looking straight at me.
He smiled and I smiled back. He mouthed a silent "Hello", and I did the same. I guessed his wife was also asleep. He might have been in his late thirties, maybe fifteen years older than me, but he looked incredibly fit. For me this was quite a turn on as I am a closet fitness junkie.
You've probably already spotted what a fibber I am, when I told you walking the beach before nine was too early for me. I am almost always awake by seven thirty and often a lot earlier. It's Mike who's the lie-a-bed. I enjoy doing my exercises quietly on my own, and sometimes I'll sneak back to bed while he's waking up. From time to time I surprise him with a BJ, but mostly he responds well to a little stroking. Time permitting he'll reward me with one of his premier pussy eating sessions. Nature may not have blessed him in the penis department, but he has a long and highly talented tongue now he has learned to use it. He's also attentive, witty and smart and has a libido which almost matches mine. No, when I'm surrounded by nude men, I'm not sure anyone's matches mine. However, I will say Mike is usually the only beneficiary.
I guess I kept looking at this man for rather a long time, because he seemed to be getting self-conscious. I'm sure I was looking at his face, at his nice smile, but I was aware his penis had been stirring and was now definitely growing. The fact I was as naked as he was might have had something to do with this. Mike and I almost always sleep nude, especially in a climate like this.
Anyway, I felt my body responding to his, even if not in quite such an obvious way.
I looked from him to the pool and we both moved to our respective ends: he back to the ladder and I to the built-in steps. There was no deep end. I think the water was about three and a half feet deep, maybe a little more. I swam one way on one side and he swam the other on the other side, but he swam faster and soon we were swimming side by side, stroke for stroke. I guess he slowed his pace and somehow, we had moved towards each other for suddenly our bodies were touching, not continuously, but more and more frequently. And then we stopped swimming and his hands were on my bum and mine were on his. In fact, mine may have been there first.
