By the third day of our Caribbean dive vacation in Belize we'd become reasonably comfortable with being nude on the resort beach, while diving and during breakfast and lunch which were served at tables set under the trees on the beach. Since we'd had our luggage lost during the flight to Belize we had only one set of clothes to wear, my shirt and shorts and Liz's floral sundress. Because we only wore these in the evening to dinner which was served in the main palapa, we had managed to keep them clean.
I'd fantasized about going with my wife to a nude resort and here my dream was coming true. We'd made some good friends with the other 5 couples spending the week in our little piece of Eden and everyone had quickly adopted the custom of nudity, even Carol and Brad who were the last to take the plunge.
I believe we were both pretty turned on by the idea of social nudity and had enjoyed sexually pleasuring each other several times a day, the most recent the previous afternoon when Liz had me fuck her from behind while she floated on an inflatable raft in the water right out in front of the resort. She had just finished cumming when our new friends Brenda and Tom had come down to the beach for the late afternoon cocktail party. I'm guessing from the wink Brenda gave to my wife she had figured out that Liz's flushed complexion wasn't just from a little too much sun.
After dinner on the third night of our vacation, Ana, one of the resort hosts and divemasters, stood to make some announcements about the next day's activities.
"Tuesday is our chance to go and dive the Great Blue Hole. This geological feature is one of the highlights of a dive trip to Belize and the reason some people visit our country. You might know that Jacques Cousteau was the first to make a detailed study of the hole and suggest its origin. Tomorrow we will meet at the pier at about 9am and take the large boat on the 1 ó hour trip to the hole. That should put us there at our time slot of 11am for the dive. We will follow one of the live aboard boats. Our government helps control access so it is not overrun with divers. That will let us have essentially private use of the Blue Hole for our dive. After that we will motor to Lighthouse reef where we'll enjoy a beach picnic for lunch and some surface interval time to explore the bird sanctuary and beaches before we head to the reef itself for our second and final dive of the day. Then its back here for the late afternoon."
"What are the chances of meeting other groups?" asked Carol.
"I see where you're headed with that question. Lighthouse reef and island are national parks. We will likely see other people there. It is usually a stop on a dive or snorkel trip so most will be dressed accordingly in swimsuits. It might be best to bring something along if we need to cover up."
Sitting with our friends that night enjoying glasses of wine the discussion was expectedly about the next day.
"I guess I'll be the one in this sun dress then," said Liz. I'm really getting tired of wearing the same thing even if it is only at dinner."
"Liz, I've got an extra pareo in my packed stuff. You can borrow that tomorrow. It's like wearing a wrap around dress. I'm wearing the other one I've got," offered Brenda.
Ten o'clock is a late night on a dive trip. Between the diving, the sun and the wine we were all bushed. Liz and I said our good nights and made our way back to our bungalow. The sky was perfectly clear and the stars were amazingly bright and close.
"Let's go out here," Liz directed, pulling my hand toward the dock.
The resort had two piers, one for the boats and a second that went out into the lagoon about 50 yards and ended at a triangular deck big enough for a picnic table and a couple of lounge chairs. I sat down on one of the loungers and Liz sat down between by legs, leaning her back against my chest while we reclined, looking up at the heavens. The sky was so clear you could see the swath of the Milky Way spreading out above.
We sat for a while, my arms encircling her waist, just quietly enjoying the solitude and privacy. The sound of gentle waves lapping at the water's edge behind us was hypnotic. My hands caressed her sides and hips. They felt so smooth under the thin material of her dress and I realized it was because she hadn't worn panties since our first day. A contented sigh escaped her lips. Taking this cue I continued to rub up and down on her hips but used that motion to slowly draw the hem of her dress up her thighs until my fingers felt bare skin. I heard a quick intake of breath as I stroked the upper part of her thigh. Using light touch I continued to rub the skin of her upper thighs and reached further up to include the area above the thin strip of pubic hair which was now exposed. I could sense her pushing back against my hands. By this time I had pulled her dress up to her waist and spent some time lightly rubbing the tips of my finger across the bare skin of her belly, encircling her bellybutton with gentle tickles.
Taking advantage of her willing response my hand moved further up to stroke the bottoms of her large breasts now with pert nipples pushing against the thin material of her dress. Sensing that she was turned on to the point of no return I pushed her forward from her reclined position against my chest and slowly pulled her dress from under her and lifted it over her chest and shoulders exposing her nude form to the view of the stars overhead. Laying back against me she grasped my hands with hers and slid them around her torso, one to pinch and roll her left nipple and the other she pushed down to her pussy. My finger stroked against her now swollen clit and I could feel how wet she had become in her excitement. Making small O shapes with my finger her legs spread apart exposing even more of her womanhood to my probing hand. Her breathing was even more intense.
