We awoke to the early sunlight entering the sliding glass doors of our bedroom. As I blinked the sleep out of my eyes I could see it was going to be another beautiful day in our tropical paradise. The water was flat calm, portending of another hot, humid day, the kind that is best tolerated in the Caribbean where one can periodically take a plunge in the sea to cool off.
"Are you ready for the morning swim?" asked Liz.
I grabbed our swim goggles while she got towels and we made our way to the gate of our villa's beach to get ready.
Liz's skin had darkened considerably in the last few days. It had helped that we had gone to the tanning salon before our trip and we had already eliminated most of the tan lines. The fact that we had largely spent all of our outdoor time naked meant that even those faint remnants had disappeared.
Watching her stretch before the swim made it difficult to prepare for my own swim, her large unrestrained breasts swinging with gravity as she rotated her shoulders and upper body. The relative coolness of the water was welcome, both because of the early morning heat and to reverse the flow of blood into my responsive cock.
We had planned to do our usual course paralleling the beach to the far end of the cove and back which would give us just more that three quarters of a mile distance. At the far end, just before our turn around point we would deviate a bit further away from the beach to stay outside of the moored sailboats.
It is so much more enjoyable to swim in the ocean that in a pool, particularly when the water we swim through is crystal clear and there are sights to see on the bottom. A plethora of reef fish provide lots of entertainment and the occasional ray or turtle add more excitement to the swim.
Approaching the yacht moorings I saw the boat that had nearly run us over would be the one we passed closest to, about 5 yards away. The wind had swung it so that we approached from the bow and, as we passed the stern end, I could see the two younger women sitting on the fantail. It was hard to tell too much as we swam. Our turn around point was about 50 feet further away and we stopped for a moment to tread water and regroup before heading back. I could see that both girls were taking a boat bath, using seawater to lather and do a first rinse. From this distance I could tell that both were at least topless. I wondered if their height above the water gave them a vantage point to tell that we swam naked. Not that that mattered, they had been able to tell the previous day.
Passing close by on our return trek Liz stopped suddenly and I almost swam right into her back. She was treading water again and was talking to these women.
"I am so sorry we almost ran into you," said the one who introduced herself as Amanda. "Our mother was on the helm and to tell you the truth, we were all pretty tired after making an overnight passage. We'd been biding time outside the reef just waiting for enough light to get and get on the mooring pin."
Neither woman had made any effort to cover themselves. Amanda had on bikini bottoms but her sister was fully nude. She introduced herself as Connie.
"I'm guessing you guys don't mind if we don't get dressed," said Connie "We saw that you were skinny dipping yesterday and that you go naked on the beach. The people in the house next to you do too. We tend to go bare on the boat when the weather and location permit. It does cut down on how much you have to pack and how often we have to do laundry. Hey, you must be tired treading water, if you want, pull up here on the swim step."
Liz climbed up the swim step, water cascading down her swinging breasts. She climbed up beside Amanda taking a seat in the cockpit of the yacht. I pulled myself up to the swim step and then swung my legs over into the cockpit keeping a seat on the rear transom. The girls offered us coffee but with some swimming left to get home we just asked for water. I enjoyed the sight of Connie's bare ass as she dropped down the steps into the galley.
"Where are you guys from?" asked Amanda.
Liz answered. "We live in Texas now but we both are originally from Minnesota. How about you?"
"My mother lives in Annapolis Maryland and that's where my sister and I grew up and learned to sail. Connie now lives in Atlanta and I'm in Washington, DC. We've done this annual sail trip for as long as I can remember. After Dad died I didn't know if we'd keep it up but Mother loves being out on the water and to tell you the truth she was the better sailor of our parents."
Muffled voices could be heard from the cabin and a moment later Connie reappeared with a couple bottles of water and two coffee mugs. She was still naked. Following her up the steps was an attractive women with a pony tail of gray hair looking to be in her late 50's. Her skin was quite dark with evidence of a sunglasses tan around her eyes which were sparkling green. She wore a sleeveless t-shirt and from the movement as she leaned over to shake hands I could tell she didn't have on a bra.
She introduced herself as Sharon. She seemed to have a brief hesitation when she saw that I was naked but it might have been my own hesitation as I processed the realization that my wife and I were visiting with relative strangers while completely nude.
Sharon sat down on the side of the cockpit opposite Liz and joined our conversation which ranged from occupations to family to our questions about sailing. They were very pleasant to talk with and we seemed to get along well. It was a most enjoyable visit but after a short time I was able to get Liz's attention and made our goodbyes to get back to our swimming.
"If you need anything ashore just stop by," offered Liz. "We're in and out during the day. There's an outdoor shower at the house and you are welcome to use it."
"Thanks for your offer," said Sharon. "The shore facilities here are somewhat lacking. I've yet to get hot water at the shower. If it's not too much trouble we'll take you up on your offer."
We hopped back in the water to continue our swim, glad to cool off in the ocean after the heat on the deck. I noticed Sharon strip off the t-shirt and sit down on the swim platform to rinse off. She, too, was naked and hadn't a tan line to be seen.
Once back at our villa, Liz told me she was going to pop over to Karen and Jerry's to let them know of our offer to the women so they wouldn't be surprised if they saw them going into our yard.
"I'll also let them know they don't have to worry about covering up or hiding out at the pool since our new friends are nudists too."
I went inside to start the coffee and bring our breakfast muffins out to the table on the sand in our yard. The coffee had finished brewing and I'd brought it out to the table and Liz still hadn't returned. I had just started to open the gate to go in search of her when she came around the trees at the corner of the lot, a sheepish grin on her face.
"Did you give them the heads up?" I asked.
"I really didn't get a chance to talk to them," she responded as we walked back to the table. "They were a little indisposed and it wasn't a good time to bother them."
My curiosity was peaked. "What were they up to?"
"I was going up the stairs to the pool deck when I saw them 'intimately' engaged." She looked a little guilty.
"Then why did it take you so long?"
"I don't know what happened." She looked a bit flustered. "Once I realized what they were doing I started to back down the steps but when I saw the size of Jerry's dick I was mesmerized. I mean, you've seen it. He was laying on his back on one of the loungers and she sat on top of him riding it cowgirl style. It must be a big around as my wrist. I'm not sure how she can accommodate the whole thing."
"It sounds like you want to find out for yourself." This was new ground for us. We'd never had any discussions about being with anyone else.
"Oh god no," she quickly shot back. "I've no desire to be with anyone but you, but I'll admit to being curious about what that cock would feel like in my hand."
I filed her comments away in my mind. Who knows what might happen over the next few days. We were dedicated to each other and had a fulfilling sex life but I'd always had an exhibitionist leaning that had partially been satisfied with our newfound enjoyment of nudism. However, I'd still had this deeper desire to be watched while Liz and I pleasured each other.
"I hope you're not mad or jealous about what I've done and seen," she asked.
Taking her in my arms I gave her a reassuring hug, kissing her face and neck as we held each other.
"Babe, I know you too well to worry about that. It's only natural to have some curiosity about something you've never seen before and I know there's no reason for me to be jealous. Now, lets get ready for that hike we planned. I'll get our daypacks, drinks and towels if you want to make some sandwiches and get snacks together."
We had made a plan to hike some of the trails in the northwest corner of the island. We'd see the Hams Bluff lighthouse and walk along Annaly Bay and Wills Bay. From what we'd learned in our preparation we'd see some beautiful scenery and remote stretches of beach.
Our experience was even better than we had hoped. The trail was certainly challenging. Steep hills, slippery trails and plenty of rocks to scramble over. Even though most of the hiking was in the shade of forest trees the high humidity and still air made it seem like a sauna. A couple of hours later were both drenched in sweat as we finally stumbled out of the jungle like woods onto an isolated beach. It was like something out of a dream. The white sand stretched out like the smooth curve of a woman's hip. The low waves slowly curled on the sand, washing the crystalline water across the sparkling sand. I could see no one else along the shore which stretches away for nearly a quarter mile. There was no evidence that anyone lived nearby, no houses or walk ways.
We both took off the hiking sandals that we wore and took advantage of the water's edge to cool off tired feet. After making it to the far end of the beach we realized that this was truly a remote area. Not a single indication that people frequented this area. I couldn't even find another footprint aside from those of sand crabs and birds. The spot where we ended up offered some shade by the trees but opened up to the beach where the overhead sun blasted on the sand.
