The clock on the bookcase chimed 3 just as I finished the last sip of the Scotch I was drinking. I took a moment to savor the last little bit of flavor, the 35 year old Glen Garioch was too good not to. Putting the latest offering from Tom Clancy on the table next to my chair, I got up to change. I placed the empty glass in the sink as I passed by, and then found a clean overshirt to wear. Stripping out of my casual clothes I put on my trunks and the shirt before gathering the sun screen and my shades.
I had flown in from New York City this morning, and was planning to spend the next 2 weeks here in St. marten. I was glad to get out of the city and also glad to be here enjoying the sun and warm temperatures since the cold and snow in the city made it unappealing to me. I always enjoyed my time on this island and saw no reason why the next 2 weeks would be any different. Now ready for the beach and certain that the worst of the day's heat was diminishing, I headed out the back door to the patio. Across the patio I could see the rustic looking Iron Gate that was intended to inform visitors that this was not public property. Despite its age and appearance, the gate had a state of the art alarm system and opened on its own with the proper code on the camouflaged keypad. The gate glided silently open, I walked through and then the gate closed behind me.
I walked down the slight hill through the underbrush onto rouge beach. In my opinion this was one of the best beaches on the island and also one of the lesser known. Finding it required one to have some knowledge that it was here, the beach was not one that was easily happened upon by tourists. Right now, the beach was filled with sun worshippers. Although there would be more as the sun got lower in the sky, there were still several hundred people on the beach although its size made that number seem less. I had no problem finding a place to set up my beach towel and sit to watch the people for a while. The perspiration was just starting to bead up on my skin as I sat and started with the sun block. Spending most of my time in the city during the winter, I was white as I could be and knew little time in the sun would turn me into a lobster if not careful. I had dispensed with the shirt and once properly protected from the sun, I sat back to take a look around.
People watching was one of my favorite things to do here, those on the beach were polar opposites to the suits I dealt with regularly in the city. One of the benefits to a semi secluded beach is that most of the women on the beach were topless. A fair number were also here without the bottoms. I wasn't the pervert here only to ogle the naked women, but since the view was offered I could hardly do otherwise than to enjoy. There were a few naked men as well, but their number was few. I didn't see anyone here that was concerned with their own nudity or that of the others.
As I was paying more attention to individual people, I noticed 2 young women sitting on a large beach towel about 30 feet in front of me and to the side a bit. From the back it was difficult to see everything, but one was wearing a not too revealing 2 piece suit and reading a book. Her friend was wearing (or hardly wearing) a miniscule 2 piece suit that covered almost nothing, at least in the back. She was blonde, really blonde with her hair in a ponytail half way down her back. Her skin was well tanned, much more so than her friend and the little bits of her suit would not have covered tan lines even if she had any.
As I was casually watching from the back, the blonde stood up and stretched, then put her hands behind her back and released the top of her suit. She really did not have to stand up to do this, but it looked to me as though she was putting on a show and expected to be watched. She certainly was being watched, I noticed that just about everyone within 100 yards had stopped what they were doing and just watched as she stood there with her large breasts now hanging free. I got a better look at her standing, and then she turned slightly almost as if to give a better view. She was tall, close to 6 feet and her breasts were very large, even for someone that tall. A thought struck me, she was Barbie personified. I wondered if the bottom would follow the top, but as small as it was, there wasn't much left to the imagination even if she did not remove it. She sat down and went back to her people watching, the show now over. The rest of the beach goers went back to their own activities and the beach returned to normal.
Barbie was certainly attractive, but not the only woman on the beach who was worth looking at. I watched for a while as my skin warmed up under the tropical sun, not concentrating on anyone in particular. I had owned the house for 15 years now and spent several weeks here each year. The novelty of naked and half naked women on the beach wore off pretty quickly, but I still enjoyed the scene. After half an hour, I knew I was getting near my limit for sun, even with the block. One of my favorite activities here was swimming in the ocean, and that would take me to the end of my time outdoors for today. I stood and removed my trunks, I always swam in the ocean nude. I was not paying too much attention, but was certain my suit removal had not attracted near the amount of attention that Barbie's had.
I walked to the water, passing within a few feet of the 2 women as I did. Once waist deep in the water, I dove in and started swimming, heading directly out into the ocean. The feeling of the cool water on my skin as I move through it was something I looked forward to every time I came to the island. I tried to take care of myself physically and this was one way to do it that did not seem so much like effort. I went out about a mile before turning and heading back to the beach. I was out of practice, but not so much so that I felt myself in any danger of not making the return trip safely. I swam until I could stand, and then walked out onto the beach. I stopped for a minute or 2 to catch my breath, and then walked toward my spot.
As I passed the 2 women, Barbie stood up and stepped into my path. She had evidently removed her bottom while I was swimming, she now was totally nude. Her companion was still wearing both pieces of her own suit.
"Looks like you have a pretty powerful stroke there. Maybe we can do it together sometime." She started.
I noticed that she looked at my crotch as she was stressing the words 'stroke' and 'do it together'.
Ignoring the thought, I responded "Do you swim much?"
"Not really, but I wouldn't mind if you were to show me more of your stroke, say one on one."
The sexual innuendo was definitely there, even more strongly since I had apparently ignored her first attempt. I glanced inconspicuously at her friend who seemed to be somewhat embarrassed at the tone of the conversation.
"I'm not sure I could teach you much." I answered, not intending to give her an opening, but after I said it, I realized my words could be taken several ways.
"I'll bet you can teach me a lot of things, how about if we give it a try?"
There was certainly nothing indirect about her answer, and I suspect nothing indirect about her at all. Here was an open invitation to spend time with a hot woman who seemed intent on one thing. I had met a number of this type of woman on the island in the past, something about being here in the tropical paradise was liberating for them.
I had not intended to pick up a woman here, but was intrigued by her beauty and her directness. I had no doubt that her interest in me was purely sexual and since I had not slept with anyone in several days, a night with her would certainly be enjoyable for me.
"What did you have in mind?" I asked.
"How about if we go back to your place and discuss things, before you show me that stroke of yours." Was her answer.
Again, I noticed out of the corner of my eye the embarrassment on her friends face, though she hid it well behind the book she was still reading, or perhaps trying to look as though she was reading.
