Our dive trip to Belize had proven to be even better than we had hoped.
Sure, arriving for a dive vacation without luggage or dive gear made us apprehensive when we first landed in Belize City but the private dive resort on one of the atoll islands had been more than accommodating in getting us outfitted with the dive equipment we would need. Starting out we were using our underwear as swimsuits during the day and washing out our travel clothes for evening but after a "costume malfunction" Liz's bra was damaged beyond repair. Not to worry. With the support of like minded guests at the resort we had adopted a clothing optional dress code. As it turned out, by day 3 there was no "optional" involved any more. The entire guest population (all 12 of us) had taken to going nude during the day and on our dives. It certainly helped that the air temperature was in the high 80's and the water temperature not much below that.
By Wednesday we'd fallen into the routine of morning yoga (for the women), morning swim for me (just happened to be back and forth in front of the naked yoga class, breakfast and 2 tank morning dives. We would enjoy a beachfront lunch then have a hour or so for afternoon relaxation before heading our for an afternoon dive. Cocktails and beer on the beach and hanging out in the water met our return with dinner at about 7:30. As is usually the case on dive trips you're ready for bed by 10 o'clock.
This was the day that the resort staff takes the boat back to the mainland to pick up supplies and food. They were also going to check to see if our luggage (and more importantly, dive gear) had finally made it. The dive boats were not going out but any guests wanting to dive could do shore dives from the beach. Liz and I decided that we'd take a little break that afternoon to do a little island exploration and some snorkeling.
Our island oasis was one of many that made up an atoll. We faced toward the east. North and south of our island were others of roughly the same size. Our resort hosts had told us that these were uninhabited. There was a channel between our island and the one south of us that us only a few hundred yards wide. If the tide was not running you could easily swim across to the next beach. Excited about the prospect of this outing we got together some supplies (water, snacks, sunscreen, snorkel gear) and put everything in a dry bag that one of the divemasters let me borrow.
"There are some beautiful beaches over there," Ana informed us. "No one lives on the island and there aren't any resorts there but on occasion some day trip groups will pull up there to bird watch or snorkel."
Earlier in the week I had walked the beach to the south end of the island so I knew the way and after about 30 minutes had guided Liz to the area of the channel. The sun was high in the sky and we were both sweating profusely with the exertion. It looked like the current was not too fast but to be sure I had us go a little to the west so that we'd not get swept out with it. Donning our snorkel gear we stepped into the clear water and began our transit. I stayed behind Liz to make sure she didn't have any problems. It was had to concentrate on our destination with her naked form spread in front of me. We had decided to dispense with any clothing on this trip. Less to have to keep up with. Once on the opposite shore I stowed our snorkel gear back in the carry bag and we headed on around the beach.
Coming around a point of land we saw an incredible stretch of beach spread out before us. It was probably a mile long. Since this was not an inhabited island there was the usual sea grass washed up in clumps here and there but for the most part we say just white sand. The beach was backed up against palm trees and low sea grapes. There wasn't another foot print to be seen.
We took our time wandering down the beach picking up shells and looking for sea beans as we went. About half way down the stretch there was a makeshift table that had been cobbled together with boards that had obviously washed up on the beach. No, we weren't the first people to ever set foot here but it sure seemed like it at the time.
Since there was a bit of shade here we decided to use this as our "spot" and set out some towels and our gear. I was glad that we had restocked our sunscreen supply before setting out and even more happy to help apply it to Liz. I had her lift her arms over her head and then took my time making sure that every inch of her body was protected. My slick hands spread the viscous fluid over her skin. Her breasts had taken on the tan color of the rest of her body since she'd been going naked for the last few days and I felt her nipples harden under the caresses of my hands spreading the oil. Standing here on the open beach under the bright sun and slowly massaging my wife's naked body had the expected effect of making my dick spring to life.
I squatted down to take care of covering her legs and she spread them a bit for me to allow coverage of her inner thighs. Her trimmed pussy was directly in front of my face and couldn't help myself from burying my nose and tongue in her wet slash. Her clit was already swollen and protruding from the labia giving me access to her love button. Looking up, her hands were wrapped around her boobs, pulling and twisting her nipples which jutted out with stimulation.
Her shuddering orgasm followed quickly. I've always enjoyed going down on her and know what kind of tongue movements can take her to the top the fastest. Her hands moved to the back of my head pressing it even tighter against her mons.
"It's your turn now," she breathed huskily.
"Babe, its was such a turn on watching you get off like that out here in the open. I want to savor my chance a little later. I'm drenched in sweat right now. How 'bout we do a little snorkeling right now to cool off."
I ran back up to our stuff to get the masks, snorkels and fins and we waded into the water to go exploring. There was a fringing reef several hundred yards off the beach that produced a relatively calm lagoon where we swam. There were several coral heads scattered in the water but these became more numerous as we got further from the beach and closer to the reef. At its deepest the water was about 15 feet deep and, being protected by the reef was gin clear. I was able to dive down for a closer look at things and saw many conch and even scared up a peacock flounder. The smaller reef fish were plentiful on this protected side of the coral. I was glad to have brought my digital underwater camera to capture some of these sights but even more so to take pictures of my own naked mermaid diving through the water. Sound waves travel through water four times faster than air. However, it is difficult to determine what direction that sound is coming from. If you've ever snorkeled on a reef you know it is a very loud place what with the sound of water and the constant grinding of fish chewing on coral. As I swam along I perceived a different sound that was clearly mechanical. The sound of a boat motor. I've heard it many times while diving. I stopped for a moment and raised my head above water to see what was up. Between us and the beach there was a small open boat about 25 feet long headed toward shore right where we'd left our things. From my vantage point in the water it was hard to tell how many people were on it but I guessed about 5 or 6. I got Liz's attention and pointed it out to her.
"Don't look now but our paradise had been invaded."
"I guess we should have known that there was a chance someone else would be along when we found that table," she added. "What are we going to do?"
"Seeing as its about 3 in the afternoon I don't see that they are here for lunch. Maybe they're coming to snorkel."
"Well, imaging their surprise when they see us," she laughed.
I gazed at her with new appreciation. Here she was laughing off the likely chance that we would be caught naked by strangers.
"Well," I asked. "Should we keep snorkeling or head in?"
"Maybe we should take our time working back to shore. I suspect they'll figure out other people are here when they find our stuff on the beach."
