There is nothing like being naked!
I could smell her the minute she walked into Captain Bob's Bar and Grille. It was the unmistakable smell of a luscious pussy in heat. She was wearing a pretty pale yellow, spaghetti strapped sundress, and her tan was a perfectly golden match. Intuition told me that was all she was naked under that thin cotton garment. It was obvious that she was braless, but the panties were absent primarily in my imagination. When she sauntered by my table I knew she was on the prowl, and that gorgeous ass was swinging with a "fuck me full of babies" lilt.
Every eye in the joint was following her; even the women were entranced by the pheromones wafting through the air, and her subtle, expensive, perfume totally overpowered the pungent smell of burning onions on Captain Bob's flattop grill.
I guessed she was in her mid twenties, maybe thirty and definitely the type of girl who jazzercised every day at the local woman's club. Her calves were a textbook example of a stair stepping queen, and the lift of her cork platform sandals gave her legs that round muscular look similar to five-inch stilettos.
My eyes drifted upward along her long, smooth, tanned legs while my mind pictured her pussy; I just knew she had one of those Brazilian bikini waxes that make licking and sucking a woman such a treat. I was getting wood thinking of the nasty and unnatural things I would make her do when I bedded her. The thought of running my tongue from her navel down that flat belly and through the slit of her wet and throbbing cunt was only surpassed by the image of my face buried between her cheeks sucking on her asshole.
She passed through the dinning area leaving stiff cocks, and wet pussys in her wake. The couple sitting next to me were both ogling her. I could tell they were fantasizing about an orgy of slippery girl flesh, and how they would take turns using her to pleasure themselves.
She swung her ass in time with her long blonde ponytail, as she strode out the back door of Captain Bob's, and then took a seat like royalty at the tiki bar overlooking Banana Beach. Banana Beach, sometimes called "Bare Ass Beach", runs all the way north to the hedonistic resort, Club Corito. Club Corito is the anchor attraction for Corn Island, but the locals prefer Captain Bob's, whose owner is rumored to be a retired pot smuggler; one of the lucky ones who didn't get busted by the federalies or wasted by some psychotic cocaine cowboy drug lord trying to takeover the business. Everybody on the island loves his place; the tiki bar is packed every night for the fabulous sunsets and the tall, cool, rum drinks, a few of the Captain's Rum Runners will take your worries away and along with your better judgment. As the sun sets, you can watch the lovers slipping into the coconut palm paths; the local girls of the evening use these coral lined nooks to administer blowjobs for the tourist dudes, normally a bargain at twenty dollars, American.
A cool summer breeze was beginning to blow into Bob's place, along with the sunset crowd, so I picked up my drink and cruised out to claim my spot at the tiki bar before it filled up. Blondie, the main attraction for this evening, was sipping her drink and spinning one of the little umbrellas Captain Bob puts in every drink, even cokes. As I slid onto the rattan barstool next to her I said, is this seat taken? Blondie grinned and said, nope, not yet, guess you're the lucky stiff tonight. Stiffy was more like it. She swung her head around to face me and pushed her Wayfarer's down her nose, and then she winked. God what a pair of eyes; they were emerald green and had a brilliance that was eerie. I caught myself staring and mumbled; Contest, what kind of contest is it?
She held out her hand as if it were to be kissed, and politely said, hello my name is Lisa. I said, hi Lisa, it is a pleasure to meet you, my name is Richard, but everyone calls me Rich.
I leaned in and jokingly whispered, you've put a spell on everyone in Bob's place tonight. How so, she answered, making a little kissing sound on her cocktail straw? I took a long pull off my Morgan and Coke, and just smiled at her. She noticed my cool and crossed her legs letting the shear sundress slide up her thighs a bit, and then began kicking her leg to the beat of the salsa music coming from the combo.
She was so fucking perfect; the strappy little sandal that hung from her foot drew attention to a single silver ring on her second toe. I began to wonder if she was pierced, I'm not sure why, but I was hopping she had a ring or a barbell through her clit so I could toy with it.
Are you here for the resort up the beach, I asked? She nodded, sipping from her drink, then said, of course! I'm here for the big contest! She looked in my eyes like I was supposed to know what the hell contest she was talking about, but I live on the other side of Corn Island and rarely follow the doings at Club Corito.
THE BIG CONTEST she said, you know the "Miss Nude Pie" contest, haven't you ever heard of it silly? She smiled at my surprise and shifted her legs to let that her sundress ride just a little further up her lean tanned thigh. I gulped and said, I have, but I never thought it would be held here on Corn Island. Not many of the locals, or the local expatriates, pay much attention to Club Corito; we just prey on the sluttish women that stray beyond its all-inclusive gates. Lisa was no stray; she was hot. Not like your normal pudgy, bleached blonde, swinger from San Diego.
She asked me Richard, would you like to come to the event; I have one more pass to give away? I couldn't think of anything to say except, sure, I'd would love to come and watch you. Well then Richard, its settled, I'll make sure you get your VIP pass so you can sit right up front and cheer with my team. I took a sip of my drink and asked her, would you like to take a walk down the to the kokomo, I'll show you some of the sights you won't get to see at the resort? Lisa replied, I would love to; I've heard a lot of stories about the "Kocomo", and laughed. She hopped down from the stool and bent over to take her sandals off for the walk, and when she did, the sundress did its magic; I was graciously treated to a quick view of her 34D breasts. Her nipples were dark and thick, and they sat high on her golden mounds. There were no tan lines to be seen on Ms. Lisa. She caught me leering and giggled, Richard what are you looking at?
Well fellow pie enthusiasts, I think you will agree, you can have all the nudist resorts, and nudist contests you want, but there will never be anything to take the place of peeking down a girls blouse or up her skirt to turn a guy on.
We headed down to the beach and mingled with the tourist in the sand waiting for the big event. Sunsets in the tropics are truly awesome; the colors of the distant storm clouds mix with the deep blue Caribbean ocean and meet in a most unusual combination of light. Lisa and I scuffled through the sand bumping shoulders and chatting about the natural beauty of Corn Island, and we told each other little things about our selves; you know, enjoying that time between meeting and involvement.
Around this part of Banana Beach you see the real island, lots of colorful stilted beach houses made in the Jamaican fashion. We could see the small fires burning in the yards and faintly hear reggae music playing on an old boom box in the background. The intoxicating smell of grass was in the air under the coco palms.
Captain Bob's was fading into the distance as we came to one of the coral out-croppings that separate Banana Beach from Playa Bonita. You can make your way around the point on the reef if you want to risk cutting your feet, or you can cut across the hill on a path that is frequented by passionate couples.
I quietly told Lisa, now keep your eyes open for lovers in the nooks along the path. Lisa whispered; I hope we get to peek at somebody doing it! I told her, baby you'll see more than you can imagine on this kocomo.
Just about then we heard a whimper off to the right of the path; when we looked through the bamboo thicket, there knelt one of the local girls earning her pay by sucking off a middle-aged gringo. She had his whole cock down her throat and was mauling is balls at the same time. His shinny dick was thick and pulsing as she pumped it with her mouth. By the sound coming from the gringo it wouldn't be long before he would be blowing his sperm down her throat. As he got closer to spewing, the girl pulled back on his veined cock, only the head was left her hot mouth. She jacked his hardon and squeezed his balls as he unloaded his cum in her mouth and on her face, then she rubbed his dick over her lips and chin giving herself a facial that you might only see in a porn flick. Globs of white cream ran down her neck and onto her bare tits, and the moonlight caught it all for Lisa to see. Oh my god, she moaned, that was fucking awesome! I told her, wait baby; there will be more, you'll see.
As we crested the little hill that separates the beaches we saw a couple fucking in the shadows. We thought it was just a normal couple getting it on in the bushes when the unmistakable sound of two men and one woman became clear. I grabbed Lisa's hand and yanked her off the path; we crouched low by some bushes to peep. I said, Lisa lets watch this, its gonna be freaky. We had a perfect view of the little clearing where the trio was engaging in a three way cum festival.
