Unexpected Nude Wee

We were back in our bungalow washing off the salt water prior to meeting back at the central palapa for lunch. Since we'd finished our last dive and returned to the resort with the rest of the dive group fully naked it didn't take too long to get out to our outdoor shower. I'd brought the underwear we'd been using as swimsuits up to that point to wash them out and see if Liz's bra was beyond repair.

"I can't believe we did that," she said, laughing. "And I'm not even drunk! I'm not sure I'll be able to go down there for lunch with all those completely naked."

I replied, "who better than people we won't see again after this vacation. I'm just concerned that they may go back to their rooms and put on clothes when we don't have anything to use. I can't help but think of that old dream of being the only one naked on the beach."

I thought that we'd be able to at least wear towels. I wasn't looking forward to sitting in a plastic chair for lunch with nary a cloth between my ass and the plastic. I looked out the window toward the central part of the resort to see if anyone else had headed that way. I could see Ana and Manuel on the deck changing out tanks. She was still topless. The other boat crew was there as well. We'd been introduced to Hector and Brigitte the night before at dinner. They were both still wearing the swimsuits they had on when we returned from our morning dive. There was a second pier for the resort just past the boat dock and I could see 4 people sitting on the chairs at the end of the deck but I couldn't tell who they were or what they were wearing.

About this time Brenda and Tom walked past our room down the beach toward the main Palapa. She had wrapped a small pareo around her waist but was still topless. Tom had thrown a towel over his shoulder but other than that he was still nude. Liz moved closer to be to take a look as well.

"You know, I've seen more naked dicks today than I have in the rest of my life and I have to say I think that I like your's best of all. Well, at least we know we won't be the only ones undressed for dinner."

Still being new to the concept of social nudity we both wrapped towels around ourselves as we walked down our steps onto the beach toward lunch. The resort staff had set tables and chairs in a long row under the palm trees outside of the palapa. With the shade of the trees and a gentle breeze off the water it was quite comfortable. Brenda and Tom were already sitting at one end of the table and we took the seats just around from them. We both kept our towels wrapped around ourselves until others arrived for the meal.

We were chatting with them when a few minutes later Charlie and Jennifer arrived and took seats directly across from us. Jennifer was a tall thin blond woman with sparkling blue eyes. She was wearing a batik print sarong that was tied on in a strapless style just above her small breasts. Though her skin was relatively fair I could see no evidence of a bikini line around her neck or over her shoulders. Charlie was still wearing his swimsuit. Thick hair covered his chest and he looked like he'd once been fairly fit but was struggling against the 50 year old belly bulge.

"Ladies, if we're going to convince everyone that this is to be a clothing optional vacation then we're going to have to live it ourselves. Come on now, I'm not going to be the only one sitting here with my boobs out."

I gave Liz a wink as she looked over at me. She mouthed the words "You too" back at me and grinned. Undoing the rolled over towel corner she let it fall down to her waist freeing her large pillowy breasts.

"Come on Jen," said Brenda.

Jennifer untied the knot in her sarong and turned to drape it over the back of her chair. I saw no hint of a tan line on her small chest. Her areolas were somewhat wide and dark in color against the rest of her skin.

"Brenda, do you remember that first time in St. Martin on Cupecoy beach?" she asked.

Turning to Liz she continued. "It was one of the first vacations we'd taken together. We knew it was one of the nude beaches but a little less crowded than Orient Beach so we thought that would be a great way to start. The hardest part was the fact that these were our friends we were with but Tom was the first to break the ice. By the end of the week we were even walking up and down the beach at Orient. I'll never forget the expression on the faces of all those cruise ship passengers that they bus over. I know we must be in quite a few vacation albums. That's why we would always wear sunglasses and big hats."

Brad and Carol got to lunch next and sat down next to us.

"Well, I guess its true then," said Brad. "We weren't sure we heard right so that's why we're still dressed."

"Give me a little more time," added Carol. "This may take me a bit more before I can do it."

Tom responded. "There's no pressure here. Remember the term is clothing optional. No one's forcing you to do anything you don't want. We just want to be sure you're ok if others want to go without."

"Hey, no problem with that," said Brad with a laugh. It will be good practice at working on eye contact."

I looked down the beach and saw the other 2 couples walking together toward us. Josh and Peg were both completely nude carrying towels. Shawna looked stunning in a tiny wisp of a bikini bottom. Her breasts were bare. It was obvious that she had had augmentation surgery, no natural sway as she walked, but she carried herself with an air of confidence. Jim had taken the leap and was naked although he carried his towel slightly in front of himself.

With everyone seated we began to enjoy the lunch that had been prepared for us. Conversation was easy with our new friends learning more about where people were from, what work others did and, as is often the case with divers, what kind of dive experiences other people had. It had also escaped my notice that most of us gather around the table weren't wearing a stitch of clothing. In fact, I'd almost forgotten that I was naked until I stood up to go refill my ice tea glass from the cooler on another table. I took a few minutes to gaze out over the early afternoon view of the ocean and feel a real sense of contentment.

Serving as waiter for my friends I gathered up empty glasses and refilled drinks. As I walked around the table I was struck with the realization that I was doing this completely nude and it was no big deal. We were all adults and everyone made their own choice about what to or to not wear. There was no finger pointing or criticism. All in all it seemed quite natural.

As the meal was winding down, Ana, one of the resort hosts, came out of the palapa with Brigitte to give us the heads up about the afternoon dive. She had put her top back on but both girls were in very brief bikinis, Ana no longer in the boy short bikini she wore that morning.

"Well guys, I can see everyone is very comfortable and adjusting to our island privacy," she laughed. "Just to be sure, does anyone have a problem with the dress code? No? Then its official. You may wear what you like the entire week whenever and wherever you please. Now, this afternoon we've planned a trip to a dive site we don't get to very often. It's our version of shark/ray alley. It is a bit further away than most of our sites so it means taking everyone in one group on the big boat. Don't worry about overcrowding, the boat has a capacity of more than 30 so with the small group we have there will be plenty of room. Plus, we'll keep the dive groups as we were this morning with only 6 people with each dive guide. It will take about 45 minutes to get to the site so you've got some time to relax on the way out and enjoy the sunshine. That said, be sure to stay hydrated and use plenty of sunscreen especially those of you who obviously have put a little more skin into view. Brigitte and I are going on down to the boat to move everyone's gear over and check tanks and then we'll be ready to leave in about half and hour. Are there any questions? None? Good, we'll see you down there."

They turned to head down to the pier. I gave thanks to the inventor of the thong bikini as they walked away and was pleased to see both of them reach behind their back to untie the bikini top which they hung on the hand rail by the dock. This looked to be a great start to what should be an outstanding afternoon dive.

Having finished lunch we meandered back to our cottage to clean sunglasses and grab our sunscreen, a necessity considering skin that only recently had come to know exposure to the tropical sun. As soon as we were in our room Liz turned around and wrapped her arms around me and gave me a deep kiss.

"I'm not complaining," I said when she finally let up, "but what's the occasion?"

"I just want you to know how I feel," she replied. "I know you've wanted to try a nude vacation in the past and I've been hesitant. Now that I've tried it I find it freeing and kind of exotic. I'm just concerned that you'll enjoy looking at all the other women more than me."

"Hon, please don't worry about that. I mean, seeing a bunch of naked women is almost any man's fantasy but seeing his beautiful wife comfortable in her own skin seems so natural. It makes me proud to be your husband."

Standing there naked with her I felt a familiar stirring in my crotch and Liz knew it right away as I stiffened against her thigh. She relaxed her hand down along my side, reaching between us to stroke my hardening prick. Pushing be back I sat down on the edge of the bed while she kneeled between my legs and used both hands to pull and stroke on my now hard cock. I leaned back and closed my eyes intent on just enjoying the sensations of her expertise. Her soft warm mouth enveloped the swollen head of my dick and I felt the slickness of her tongue as she swirled it around the glans. While sucking on its head one hand stroked up and down the shaft while with the other she used her nails to gently scratch the skin of my balls. It took every ounce of will power to lay still and enjoy the sensations and not push against her open lips.

Releasing her mouth she moved down to tongue and suck on my swelling nuts as her hand sped up its rhythmic stroking of the shaft. A moan escaped my mouth as I felt the impending orgasm and in response she quickened her pace. Looking down her eyes met mine, smiling, as I started erupting with shot after shot of cum. Slowing down her piston like hand job, she squeezed to milk out the last drop of gooey white jism as my breathing and heart rate slowed. I felt the warm liquid slide between our bodies as she moved up to lay across my sweaty and cum covered chest.

"Thanks for a fantastic vacation," she whispered.

"Babe, I'm the one who should be thanking you. I love you."

We made a quick dash to the outdoor shower to wash off the evidence of our playtime and grabbed some dry towels and sunscreen as we headed back down to the dock for our afternoon dive.

Our clothing optional group was nearly all there. Carol had changed into a different bikini and I must say it was more revealing than what she'd had on that morning. She had said she was taking it one step at a time. Good for her. Brad also was still suited but wearing what looked like a pair of small running shorts. The rest of the guests were completely naked aside from hats and sunglasses and towels draped around shoulders.

Ana and Brigitte were loading water coolers and ice chests onto the boat. Both were still topless and their skin shone with sweat in the early afternoon heat. Josh and I helped get the last items aboard and then everyone got on the boat to check gear and tanks. The engines barked to life as they started and Manuel and Hector, up on the flying bridge, made final preparations for our trip. They both were wearing little Speedo style suits. Moments later we were underway.

The flat water made for a pleasant smooth ride to the dive site. The wind over the front bow was a welcome relief in the hot afternoon sun. Liz and I sat up on the front deck with Josh and Peg and Brad and Carol. Carol started the conversation asking Peg about her experiences with nudity.

"I told these guys earlier that living in South Florida we've always enjoyed outdoor activities and I grew up on the beach. I'd never considered going topless or nude until I met Josh and he took me over to Haulover Beach in Miami. I'd seen some of those models on South Beach running around topless and frankly felt a bit self conscious. They were these skinny girls with fake boobs and I certainly didn't fit that bill. When Josh asked me if I wanted to take off my top I told him my reasons not to. These girls weren't what the average person looked like and I considered myself average. So the next day he took me to Haulover. It's an official nude beach sanctioned by the city of Miami Beach. My heart was beating a mile a minute as we walked through the beach entry and stretched out there were literally hundreds of nude people. You know, there were a bunch of guys and in one spot I think they were mainly gays but at one end there were as many women as men. These people were normal, if you know what I mean. I saw flab, fit, scars, big boobs, little boobs...you know, it was a cross section of regular people. And no one seemed to care what anybody else looked like. It was a bit nerve wracking when I first got naked but realized I was the only one with a problem. In no time I discovered how comfortable it was not having to deal with a wet suit, sand in all the wrong places, always pulling and checking to make sure nothing had slipped out of place. I was sold at that point. Since then we've tried to go to nude beaches whenever we could and we turned our backyard into a private nude haven."

Carol seemed intrigued by Peg's story and asked a few questions about places and how to deal with kids and family members. I watched my wife as she listened in on the conversation. She was sitting on the deck cross legged, her trimmed pussy on display. Her hands were busy spreading sunscreen and it appeared that she was being particularly careful to cover her soft breasts and especially her nipples. It seemed she spent an inordinate amount of effort on her hardened nipples making me think she was enjoying the feeling of warm oil, gentle wind and finger stimulation. She caught me staring at her over the tops of my sunglasses and smiled at me as I winked.

"Well, seeing how you guys are just normal folks and everybody just seems so natural maybe I'll eventually be able to try," said Carol.

At this point Brigitte came up to the front deck where we lounged.

"If you guys want to come back to the dive platform we'll have a briefing about this dive site and get ready to get wet."

Hector had come up to the front of the boat to drop the anchor while Manuel turned us into the wind. It was hard keeping focused on my footing and handholds while the bikini clad Carol, topless Brigitte and naked Peg and Liz walked in front of me. I did manage a quick butt grab on my wife but from the knowing smiles given me by Brenda and Jennifer I knew I'd been caught.

Brigitte started this briefing. She had a lovely faint French accent.

"Many dive destinations around the world will have a dive site named Shark/Ray alley. These are usually cuts in the reef where there is a lot of water movement from the deep water in and out of the shallower spots. This is kind of like a highway for some of the larger predators who come in from the deep blue for livelier reef fish. It means that if we hang out along the edges of the cut you can see some bigger things making their way in and out and that means shark sightings. Right here the channel is a hundred meters wide. What we'll do is take half the group over to the far side while the rest stay on the opposite side here under the boat. I'll advise you that the current can be pretty brisk here so if you get too far into the channel you might find yourself heading out into the blue. Don't worry, there's generally no down current so just do a safe ascent and Manuel will come pick you up in the inflatable."

"What kind of sharks might we see," asked Brad.

"Mainly we see reef sharks here, black tip and Caribbean. On occasion we've seen some hammerheads. They might be strange looking but shouldn't be a bother since we'll be along the sides of the reef cut. That said, be careful where you hold on to things. We usually don't want divers wearing gloves but we've brought along enough for everyone to have some to help hold onto rocks. That way you can just hang in the water and not have to kick against the current. We should all be careful not to bump anything "important" against the rock or coral."

There was a general chuckle around the boat. I suppose a fire coral injury to a dangling participle could be greatly regretted. We would have to be diligent in our buoyancy control!

Everyone started getting kitted up for the dive. I'll have to send my regards to the designer of women's dive gear. It is purposely designed a bit wider across the upper chest so as not to press uncomfortably on a woman's chest. However, for our naked divers it had the effect of pressing the flesh together and, in the case of my well endowed wife, up and out. That effect along with the flotation qualities in water made for a most memorable image.

Since we were some of the first divers ready, Liz and I climbed into the zodiac and were joined by Brad and Carol. Manuel was going to take us to the other side of the cut where we'd do a backward roll and drop down to the reef edge on the side opposite the dive boat. Shawna and Jim were the next ones ready so they came along in our dive group with Brigitte as our divemaster. I couldn't help but see she had joined the ranks of the completely naked. As she stepped into the little inflatable and turned to sit I couldn't help but see her completely shaved pussy.

"We'll be at the drop in spot in just a minute so everyone check your gear. It's best if we all roll in at the same time to balance the boat."

The dive was just as they had predicted. We must have seen about 15 sharks. They varied from 3 to 6 feet long and were Caribbean reef sharks and Black tipped reef sharks. We were also treated to several Eagle rays including a flight of 3 good sized creatures slowly swimming into the outgoing current. These are magnificent animals that "fly" underwater with absolute grace and ease. When we'd been down about 35 minutes Brigitte banged on her tank indicating we should let loose of our grip on the rocks and drift with the current as we ascended for our safety stop.

Our group moved together at a fairly brisk clip given the speed of the outgoing tide. I've always enjoyed drift diving because it allows you to cover a lot of territory without much energy expenditure. Since I'm a rescue diver I tend to stay toward the back of dive groups just to keep an eye on others. It looked like Carol was having some trouble with her gear, adjusting some part of her BC but Brad was right there helping his wife/dive buddy.

The seven of us ascended to the surface together, and Hector was expertly close at hand in the zodiac. He tossed a float line for each diver to hang onto while he attended to helping each of us onto the boat. I was the first on and quickly dropped my gear in order to help him with the others. We pulled Shawna onto the boat next. It's not particularly elegant to get hoisted aboard and as she steadied herself she reached out grabbing my upper thigh.

"I'm so sorry," she said, spitting out her regulator. My cock had inadvertently swung against her outstretched arm. "I didn't mean to go grabbing around."

Smiling back with a wink I replied, "My own fault for having things just flopping around." Brigitte was up next followed by my wife. As we took off our dive gear Hector piled everything toward to front of the boat and we took our places along the sides. Jim and Brad followed next and finally we turned to help Carol on board. As she sat on the side of the boat removing her mask and regulator