As is our usual case, we both woke early the next morning. With the curtains left open, the early light of the rising sun cast a yellow glow on the room. I could see it glint off the relatively calm surface of the water in front of the house. Liz stirred awake beside me. I was glad that I'd spent time making sure she had been well covered in sunscreen the day before. There wasn't a hint of redness on her breasts or ass which had already started to tan like the rest of her body. We'd visited the tanning salon for several weeks before this trip to make it a little easier to stay out in the intense sun.
I made some tea to help us wake up and we sat outside on our deck to enjoy watching the day awake.
"Are you up for a morning swim?" asked Liz.
"You bet. After all we had to drink last evening I'm sure I could use the exercise."
"Are we going to continue our foray into this nudist style?"
"Well," I said, "I know I've enjoyed it so far. We've gone without clothes during our swim yesterday and Jerry and Karen told us the cove is secluded. I haven't seen anyone else down at this end of the beach and yesterday all the boats we saw stayed up by the moorings. I say let's go for it!"
Liz went to get some towels from the cupboard while I dug out our swim goggles. I knew it would be a bit easier having them on. Plus, it would give me a better opportunity to ogle my naked wife underwater.
Down the steps and across the yard we went to the gate and, with a tentative survey down the beach we quickly walked into the water and ducked down to submerge. Liz has a much more fluid stroke than I do and seems to glide through the water with hardly a ripple. I, on the other hand, had to concentrate on my flutter kick so as not to splash too much or make too much of a noise. We first went out about 50 feet from shore where the water was about 8 feet deep then turned to the left to swim parallel to the beach.
I didn't see any one out at Karen and Jerry's house next door. When we passed the dingy dock at the halfway point of the beach it didn't look like there had been any change from the previous day. It took about 12 minutes to get to the far end of the beach. Here there were several sailboats tied up to mooring lines. I hadn't seen any activity on the boats the previous day and even now they looked closed up and quiet. It must be a long term mooring facility.
We stopped and tread water for a bit as we turned to head back to our house. I did a couple of surface dives to look at some coral rocks underneath us. I actuality I was more interested in looking at the buoyant effect of the water on Liz's unrestrained chest. Her breasts almost bobbed in the salt water. She asked me if I was ready to head back.
It was a mesmerizing sight to follow her naked butt on our return. When she changed to do a breast stroke I was presented with a fish eye view of her pussy with each kick. I almost ran right into her when she stopped suddenly. Pulling up even with her I asked if she had a problem.
"Watch out," she whispered. "We're about to get run down."
Heading towards up was a white sailing yacht. The crew was in the process of lowering the mainsail. It was still about a hundred yards from our position but headed right at us.
We turned a bit more to shore but the boat slowed considerably as the sail was lowered. By the time it was even with us it had nearly stopped. Certain that we were out of the way Liz and I stopped swimming to tread water and watch as it passed. We could see three women on board, 2 working on stowing the sail while the other was at the wheel. One pointed at us and called to her crew.
"Mother, I told you that wasn't a sea turtle. My God, you almost ran people over."
They all came to the rail of the boat.
"I'm so sorry," said the helmsperson. "We're just getting in from a 3 day passage and I'm so looking forward to getting ashore and a shower. I must have been too focused."
She looked to be in her early 50's. The other 2 women were younger, 20's I'd guess. All sported the dark skin color of a fair amount of time cruising.
Accepting their apologies we turned to head back home. I overheard one of the younger women talking.
"I pretty sure they were naked. That's kind of cool."
I heard the engine of the boat start as they headed toward a mooring. We continued our swim and shortly ended up at the beach in front of our house. The neighbors were still not up and around. I looked back down the beach where the new boat was in the process of tying up. It looked like the crew was standing on the side of the boat toward us and I perceived the shine of glass from binoculars looking our way. I decided not to tell Liz about being watched. In fact, when we stood up to walk to the beach I grabbed her hand and pulled her close for a wet hug. We stood there in the morning sun for a moment, drinking in the tropical beauty before heading through the gate. I knew we were being watched but didn't really care. I didn't want to offend anyone but then again I wanted them to know what they might be seeing this week if they ended up staying in this little bay.
The morning air temperature was perfect, somewhere in the low 80's and after I made some more tea we sat out at our beachside table to share breakfast and do a little reading. Both Liz and I had adapted to the privacy of our villa and, aside from carrying a towel to put on the seat, were both nude. It was hard to concentrate on the book that I was reading with the distraction of the sounds of nature, the lapping water at the beach, songbirds chirping in the trees and the hum of hidden insects. I found myself gazing out over the water, imagining living in such an idyllic setting forever.
The sun had risen high enough to cast its light on the open part of the yard so I took our dishes back in the house and got sunscreen and extra towels so we could work on adding to our suntans. Careful to avoid getting burned I set my dive watch to chime every 12 minutes. That way we'd rotate from front to back and then into the shade in the hammock. Then, once and hour, we'd run out into the water on the beach outside our gate to cool off. The tropical sun had the temperature into the 90's by 9:30 in the morning. A couple of times during our ocean dunking I could see the crew on the sailboat that had almost run us over working on different parts of the boat.
By 11 o'clock I was getting pretty sleepy (rough work this vacationing, huh?) and decided to take a longer break in the shade. Spreading the towel out on the hammock I crawled on for a little siesta.
"If you don't mind, I think I'll join you," said Liz, who brought her own towel over.
I eased to one side to let her on board and, snuggled together we both dozed off, our naked bodies pressed together on the swinging hammock.
I don't know how long I slept. I do remember having a great dream that had Liz rubbing her hands over my shaved balls and stroking my hard cock. Maybe it wasn't really a dream because as I came awake her hands were doing exactly that. The light touch of her fingertips stroked the sensitive skin of my upper thighs and reached to the middle to gently rub her fingernails across my nut sack. My cock was rock hard and a little bit of precum dripped from its swollen glans.
She was laid out on her back with her eyes closed, her legs spread apart, exposed to the overhead sunshine. Slowly I moved my right hand down to her crotch and dipped a finger into her slippery slash. A quick inhale of breath let me know she appreciated the attention.
She briefly protested when I got up out of the hammock but it was only to have her turn sideways so her legs hung over the side and she was laying crossways. The result was having her pussy right at the edge of the hammock and right at the level of my waiting tongue. Her legs were bent at the knee, drawn up to give me full access. I lapped hungrily at her sex, running my tongue up and down along the labia and using the tip of the tongue to twirl briefly on her protruding clit. I felt her push against my face each time I teased this love button. Toying with her this way for a time made her impatient and finally she reached down, hands on the sides of my head and directed me where she wanted all the attention. Concentrating my efforts on her clit took her over the edge quickly and she writhed on the hammock as her body was overcome with a long orgasm. I continued to lick up and down on her pussy as she came down from her ecstasy, stopping only to kiss the smooth skin of her inner thighs.
Straightening up on my knees my stiff dick was directly on line with her waiting pussy. It slipped in easily given how wet she was and how hard I was. Liz straightened her legs, putting an ankle on each of my shoulders. At first I found that she swung away with each thrust since she was still on the hammock and I was stationary on the ground. However, always adaptable, I quickly figured that I could grab hold of the hammock and basically swing her back and forth on my cock. I just had to hold my body still and the movement of the swinging net would do the work for me as I pulled it back and pushed it away.
I, like most guys, am pretty visual and I looked around, thinking about what someone who happened along might be seeing. The scene would be one that should excite anyone. A man and woman, naked on the beach, fucking themselves silly in the open tropical air under the bright sunshine of a clear day.
With that vision in mind I soon started to erupt, doing a porno maneuver of pulling out and pumping my cock with my dick shooting the ropy jism across my wife's belly and as far up as her bare tits.
My knees were a bit stiff as I finally stood and moved to lay beside her in the hammock, sideways. We relaxed for a time, letting our heart rates return to a slow island life level, breathing slowing to a more normal pace.
Taking her hand I helped her stand up and together we walked across to the gate and opened it to take a quick wash off dip in the clear blue sea. Jerry and Karen, next door were sitting in their chairs at the water's edge in front of their house. We waved our hellos then dove into the refreshing water. I suppose they might have known what had been going on. Between the noises we were making and the fact that my cock was still sticking straight out, we were not too subtle.
A brief swim cooled us off considerably. Liz headed back toward shore in front of Karen and Jerry's house and I followed her up the beach where they were sitting out in the sun. As expected, both were sunbathing au natural.
"If you guys don't have plans, Jack and I would love it if we could play host tonight and have you guys come over for drinks and dinner. I planned to cook some fresh mahi on the grill and we've got plenty of mojitos for everyone to relax."
I chimed in, "We don't have a pool but we can always enjoy the hot tub after dinner."
