"Can we go naked here?" Jamie asked.
For a moment it seemed time slowed way down. No one spoke, and hesitated in whatever they were doing. We had just finished anchoring and were tidying up the lines in preparation for going ashore.
"Yes, we can get naked here", my husband Bob replied. "There are no other boats here and I've never heard of the caretakers over on this side of the island."
He waved his arm out towards the shore, his palm up as if presenting this fabulous spot, with sandstone cliffs behind the wide sandy beach with a rocky point at either end.
This side of Santa Cruise Island faced south and blocked the prevailing North Westerlies and the cool marine air it brought around Pt Conception. Sheltered from the wind on this first sunny day of our trip was an invitation to fulfill our original desire, which was to get naked with others and enjoy the natural beauty of life without the constraints of having to wear clothes.
Jamie and John had been a bit disappointed that after three days and one aborted attempt we still hadn't had a chance to go nude. That's what prompted them to ask about nude beaches and nude hiking and sailing naked in the first place. They were, as Jamie said, "naturists, which is a little different than nudists, if you know what I mean." I had no idea what she meant but assured them that we could get naked pretty much anytime we wanted once we left the harbor.
But of course it was cool and overcast and with the wind-chill we knew there'd be no nudity until the weather permitted, unless we just got naked down in the cabin during the evening or something. But, I didn't think that was part of the plan. We were just getting to know this couple. I think we all assumed this little outing wasn't about sex it was about being comfortably naked with friends.
"We can strip off any time we want," Bob continued, "It's warm and sunny, finally, and with the beach facing south it'll be almost toasty. Be sure to take your sandals and some water. Oh, yeah, and your permits just in case an island caretaker comes by, like last time."
That's my captain, always looking out for his crew. I smiled up at him from where I was stashing the coiled lines in the lazarette.
Jamie and John went below and as I bent over to close the lid I gave him a good look down my top. I was braless as we'd all been going without underwear even if we did have to bundle up when we got cold. But today we'd all gotten down to shorts and shirts. With my loose oversized low-cut top now hanging open for viewing I swung my boobs from side to side a couple times then rose and stepped up to kiss him.
I pulled off his shirt and had him pull off mine. Then I slowly brought my boobs to his chest and we sort of melded into each other as we hugged and kissed with more than our usual passion. I was having fun already.
Jamie came up the companionway first, with nothing on, holding a small fanny pack and her water shoes. She was in her early thirty's, maybe ten years younger than me and in way better shape. She was trim with great tits and a flat stomach that only those that haven't given birth can take for granted.. No stretch marks either, just a nice all over tan, and a few more tats exposed.
"I'm ready," she announced.
"Me too," said John, also coming up to the cockpit without a stitch of clothes on.
"So Mandy, you and Bob are coining too, aren't you?"
Jamie looked concerned that maybe we weren't into this and maybe they were being a little too forward. She even casually brought her hands holding her pack around to cover her pubic area. I noticed she was shaved clean.
"Oh, I'm coming," I said.
"How about you, Bob?" John asked.
"Well to tell the truth, this is not considered a safe anchorage as it's entirely open to the East, South and Southwest. I'm not sure if I can leave the boat un-attended just yet."
I was getting nervous. I thought we would take the dingy to shore then strip out of our clothes, but having the two of them standing there naked forced me to just do it. I went below and took off my shorts. I put a water bottle and an apple into my insulated lunch bag.. I grabbed my sandals, put on my hat and sunglasses then climbed up the steps exposing myself to the three of them.
"You're looking mighty fine there, honey" Bob said, staring at my tits, now as naked as the rest of us as he tossed his shorts onto the cabin top.
They were all staring at my tits. They have always been the first thing people notice when they meet me, but not Bob. The first time he saw me I could tell he forced himself not to stare. He looked me in the eyes and said, "I love your eyes, almost as much as your, smile. What a sweetheart he was, and still is.
Jamie broke the silence and said. "Mandy, I have to say, and I'm sure you've heard it before but you have a really nice rack. Can I ask how big they are?"
"Sure. But let me just say I envy your body, so young and firm and nice tits too. Do you work out?"
She smiled, "Thanks. We have a membership at a gym but don't go all that often anymore. We do tend to be fairly active though. Thanks," she said looking right at my boobs.
I replied, "Well I have two favorite bras, one's a 40 FF and the other is a 42 FF. It depends on what I'm wearing or if I've put on a few pounds, you know? But then again I'm a fairly big girl. In our family we referred to ourselves as "big boned."
"So how big are you? You look fantastic."
"Thanks, and yeah I know what you mean about the extra pounds. I wear a 36 D when I wear a bra, but that's not often."
The boys were taking this all in without saying a word, just looking at our tits and smiling. At my age I appreciated the attention and to have a young woman tell me I still looked good helped ease my anxiety.
"So, you had two kids and nursed them both?" She asked.
"Yeah, and Bob too." That got a smile from all three of them.
