This story is part of a series. Chapters 1 through 8 will provide context. Hopefully, however, this story may also be enjoyed as a stand-alone work. As a brief background, the protagonists, Sara and Harry, sailed with new friends Dieter and Birgit to Antigua. Neither Sara nor Harry took any clothes for this trip. On Antigua, they met recent graduates Zoe and Derek and introduced them to nudism and exhibition. Zoe and Derek came back to Martinique with Sara and Harry. They are now a foursome.
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Dieter and Birgit took some pleasure in facilitating Sara's and my exhibitionism. Their latest effort involved more travel. Dieter and Birgit had become friends with the manager of a resort in the Dominican Republican. Dieter called Sara to say that his friend's resort was having a nude beauty contest. Such contests used to be held in many resorts, but they had gone out of favor in the Western Hemisphere. The few still held were mostly for strippers. Dieter emphasized to Sara that his friend had been very definite that their contest was not for strippers. They did expect a large crowd for the contest and, oh yeah, there would be a men's contest as well.
Sara was thrilled at the idea of participating in an event when there was an audience present for the specific purpose of seeing her, and others, nude. It quickly became obvious to me that we were going. As soon as I said yes, Sara added that I would have to be in the men's contest. I could see how that might be a bit of fun, so I agreed to that too.
The contest was in three weeks. Dieter and Birgit would pick us up in their boat in ten days and we could take a moderately leisurely sail northwest. Sara tried to interest Zoe and Derek. Zoe put that to rest.
"I'm not quite as far along as you in showing myself off, "Zoe told Sara. "And, right now, the idea of two weeks on a boat doesn't appeal."
So Sara and I would do the nude beauty contest by ourselves. Or so we thought.
Three days before Dieter and Birgit were to pick us up; Sara had a call from her sister Chris. Chris was an investment banker making the big bucks in NYC. She had come to the island about a year earlier and made a bad impression. In our view, Chris was much too self-important, and she was opposed to the clothes free life we'd adopted.
The short version of Chris's call was that she had suffered a "major life event," needed to get away from New York, and was on a plane to our island the next morning. Sara explained that we were leaving in three days, but Chris was not to be put off.
"Is there room for another on your friends' boat? Then why can't I come too," Chris argued. Sara didn't really want to tell Chris about the beauty contest, but she did explain that we never wore clothes and Dieter and Birgit's boat, nor did they.
"Look, Sara, I know I pissed you guys off last year. I was a jerk. I get it. I've realized that some of my thinking and assumptions were just wrong. I really need some time to heal with people who weren't part of my New York life." Chris had hit one of Sara's weak points: her fundamental decency and compassion. Sara reluctantly agreed to Chris's visit.
"Should I call Dieter and waive him off," I asked.
"No. Chris made a big deal about how she has changed. She's going with us, and she'll just have to deal with her sister showing off her goods," Sara declared. Then, with a grin, Sara added, "and her sister's lover showing off too."
We met Chris at the airport about midday the next day. She was dressed in a much more relaxed way, just jeans and a button-up shirt, her hair loose on her shoulders. I must say that she looked much more attractive than I had remembered. She hugged Sara and thanked us profusely for letting her come.
When we had parked at home, Sara asked, "so, Sis, what is this huge life event that caused you to drop work and have to come to the islands?"
Chris had been looking around a bit nervously. "Can I have a drink, and we'll talk about it?"
I recalled that Chris tended to drink white wine. I went inside to get her a glass, while she and Sara went over to the outside table. Looking out the window, I saw Sara taking off her pareo so I put mine on the kitchen table. I walked back out, naked, carrying wine for Chris and Sara and a beer for myself.
When I reached the table, Chris smiled. "Since both of you are naked, I suppose that I should get my clothes off too."
Chris stood and quickly unbuttoned her shirt. She took the shirt off and set it on the table. She was braless underneath and, like her sister, had very beautiful firm breasts. She took a deep breath, undid her jeans, slid them down, stepped out, and set them on the table. Standing topless in a pair of rather sheer panties, Chris looked at Sara and me. After a moment, she smiled again and then pushed her panties to her ankles. Looping the panties over first one foot and then the other, Chris set her panties on the table. Sara quickly grabbed her sister's clothes, stood, and headed to the house, saying over her shoulder "I'm putting these out of your reach."
Chris was much more attractive naked than clothed. I told her so.
"Thank you. This will take some getting used to, but it was exciting to have you and Sara watch me undress. I like you better naked, too." With that, Chris smiled again.
Sara came back to the table. "So Sis, what happened?"
Chris took a drink, then a deep breath. "The bottom line is that I don't have a job any more. I was laid off."
Sara, knowing that her sister's self-image had been heavily dependent on her status as one of the "brightest and best," asked with concern "what happened?"
Chris smiled a wry smile. "Like everything, it was basically about money. It started when my group acquired an IPO project for a company that digitalizes and manages medical records. Understand that, while we get fees for our work, the real money comes from the underwriting. Basically, we buy the stock from the issuer and sell it into the public markets, hopefully at a major profit."
Chris caught herself at this point. "I should stop saying 'we.' I'm no longer a part of that."
Chris took another drink. "Things looked great on this deal and all of us in the group were expecting a mega bonus once it went through. But, it didn't go through. The CEO and much of the rest of management were arrested. They had been selling the records they handled to various other businesses without patient consent. No management, no IPO. No underwriting profit. The oddest thing to me was that the rest of my group was indignant about the arrests. Their thinking was that if management could make money selling the patient data, that should be perfectly ok. It struck me as very wrong."
Chris had another sip of wine. "So, our group revenues were going to be way below what had been forecast. Then the Board told the EVP in charge of our group that he needed to cut a couple million in costs. That meant pink slips for me and four other members of that group. I got the axe a month ago, effective last week. The day before I called you, and friend who's still there told me that the Board gave that EVP a million bonus to reward his 'cost management.' In other words, I got canned so that shit could get an extra million."
After another gulp of wine, Chris continued. "I was shattered and then really pissed off. Then I started trying to analyze why I felt so bad. It came to me that I defined myself as an investment banker. I was upset because I wasn't that any more. That's when I realized that I needed to reassess and redefine myself. My life shouldn't be just what I do for a living."
Sara and I looked at each other. It was obvious that Chris had been badly hurt. Whether we agreed that she should feel hurt was irrelevant. She did. The trick would be to help her heal; and, hopefully, help her not fall back into the same pattern. Also, as is often the case when someone expresses strong emotion, I did not know what to say.
Sara, however, was right on it. "Sis, you need major changes. We're starting one right now. You are staying naked all of the time. You've got a great body. Once you realize how people appreciate it nude, maybe you'll realize that you are a lot more than just a Wall Street geek. Of course, we've got to get some color in that skin."
Chris made a sound that might have been a laugh. "Well," she said, "it feels ok sitting naked here with you."
Sara grinned broadly. "You're going to get comfortable nude in all kinds of situations, pretty fast. Your clothes are locked up, and not even Harry knows where I keep the key."
Chris's face took on a distressed look. "What about our trip? You'll give me clothes to take for that, right?"
Sara was still grinning. "You'll have the only thing that Harry and I are taking: a pareo. It is only to be worn if absolutely necessary. From now on, the whole point is for the world to see you in the outfit you were born in; although, Sis, you've filled it out nicely."
That closed that subject. Chris went with us and Zoe and Derek to the bar for dinner and a few drinks. All five of us walked over nude. The bar was reasonably busy, but time, and a few drinks, helped Chris over her trained-in discomfort at being nude around strangers. We didn't stay late because we were meeting Dieter and Birgit early in the morning.
The next morning, Sara, Chris, and I each had one small duffel bag packed. We had coffee with Zoe and Derek at the outdoor table until we saw Dieter sail into the cove and anchor. Dieter came onto the beach with his dinghy and we tossed the bags in.
Then Sara turned to me, "let's swim out." I nodded affirmatively. Sara turned to her sister, "Chris?" Chris nodded.
I pushed Dieter's dinghy off from the beach, then Sara, Chris, and I swam the roughly 200 yards out to the boat naked. I let the ladies go first up the ladder aboard Dieter and Birgit's boat. Treading water as Chris climbed up the ladder; I had a very fetching view. Sara was treading water next to me. She whispered in my ear, "She's something, isn't she?"
We introduced Chris to Dieter and Birgit. I think Chris was somewhat startled by Dieter's very open visual inspection of her nude body. Fortunately, Dieter and Birgit waited until we were well away from shore before mentioning the beauty contest.
Chris was almost sputtering. "You're entered in a nude beauty contest!"
Sara looked at her sister coolly. "Yes, I am. I think that it will be wonderful, and a very empowering feeling, to be standing alone on a stage with everyone looking at me naked."
Chris, still disbelieving, looked at me. "Harry? You're ok with this!?"
Sara responded, "He's not only ok, he's competing too. They also have a men's contest."
I just shrugged "It sounds like a bit of fun. As you know, I don't have any problem with folks seeing me nude."
Sara went on the offensive. "Actually, Sis, you should compete too. That's about as far from investment banking as you can get, and it is time that you opened yourself to some new experiences. Besides, with your body, you might win."
