The guys got back to the resort just after 4:00 in the afternoon. We'd been golfing at a course about five miles down the road, just outside of Negril. I told Roger and Nick I'd see them at dinner. I was dying to see Anna, and dying for a drink. So we went our separate ways.
My first stop was at the hotel room, but she wasn't there. So I made my way down to the beach. I wandered past the lounge chairs and suntanners, down the length of the beach, but no Anna. Strange. By the time I reached the boundary of the nude beach, I was ready to turn back. Guys weren't allowed on the nude beach by themselves - only women or couples. I certainly didn't want to creep anyone out. So I turned back.
"David!"
Anna? Sure enough, about fifty yards off, I saw Anna, reclining in a lounge chair, waving at me. Holy shit. On the nude beach? This was a first.
I walked past the bartender with a nod, heading straight toward Anna. She was reclining in the chair, completely naked except for a ballcap and her gold anklet, with a fruity drink on the table beside her. She set down her magazine. I looked at her skin, a reddish combination of red and brown from baking in the sun all day long.
My eyes were instantly drawn to her little tits, and then her hairy pussy, which I had never seen her display before in such plain, public view. Normally she was very shy about her appearance. But she appeared at complete ease reclining amidst other naked sunbathing couples.
"Holy shit," was all I could say.
She laughed. "Surprised?"
"Yes. Yes I am."
At that moment a waiter appeared.
"Drink, sir?' he asked me.
"Sure," I replied.
"And you madam?' he asked.
"Yes, please," she replied.
The waiter disappeared to get our drinks. I knelt down on the ground beside Anna. She leaned in and gave me a big, deep kiss with lots of tongue. Her breath tasted strongly of alcohol and sweet fruit juice.
"Partying hard?" I asked her.
"Mmm," she said. She clutched my wrist. "I'm really fucking drunk." She giggled.
She sat up in the lawnchair. "I need to pee," she said, standing up.
I helped her to her feet. She was unsteady, swaying a little. There was a bathroom at the other end of the beach. She wrapped a towel around her waist and I watched her zigzag her way to the toilet. A couple of minutes later she returned right as the waiter was delivering our drinks.
"Better watch out for this one," said the waiter, winking at me. "She's a wild one." He set Anna's drink on the table and handed me mine.
Anna laughed and flopped back down on the chair, her towel falling to the ground.
