My wife and I had married directly out of college four years ago and were now living in Boston having attended a small liberal arts school in New England. We are both 26. Karen is a stunner standing 5'3", weighing 110 lbs with a petite 34b-23-34 figure, brown hair, athletic legs and a dazzling smile. I am 5'8", 150 lbs with a runner's build and an average 6" endowment. Our sex life is adequate although I desired Karen to be more adventurous. In this regard, I was substantially more advanced having been actively involved porn for some time and slowly bringing Karen along. Indeed, over the past year we had begun acting out some of our fantasies involving voyeurism and exhibitionism when we decided to spend a week in March at St. Maarten. It was to be our first trip to the Caribbean.
Our flight left without delay and three short hours later we were enjoying ourselves at the hotel's bar and relaxing. We knew St. Maarten had a nude beach which intrigued us having never sunbathed naked before. Karen had gone topless once when we were in Europe but I had never shed my suit. Towards the end of a sumptuous dinner that evening we resolved to check it out the following afternoon after a morning of sightseeing.
St. Maarten is divided between a wealthier, corporate Dutch side that caters to the gambling, cruise ship crowd and a more exotic, native French side. We spent the morning shopping in Marigot, the capital city on the French side. Dressed in a simple, lightweight, flowery sundress and heeled sandals, Karen was
exquisite. With the heat of the sun, she had forsaken a bra and when the breeze picked up her
nipples were evident. As we walked along the sidewalk a number of the street musicians whistled and complimented her figure. Judging by her smile, it was obvious she enjoyed their comments not to mention their lustful stares.
After getting directions from the bartender back at the hotel, we arrived at the beach around 1 pm. Karen was wearing a minimal turquoise bikini with a towel wrap around her and a large straw hat she had purchased that morning. The beach was surprisingly crowded with many European tourists of all ages ranging from infants to grandparents. There was also a group of obnoxious American men in their swimsuits creating a nusiance as their alcohol intake rose.
Wanting more privacy, we opted to walk to the far end of the beach behind these large corral-like boulders.
Nestled behind the rocks, we spread out our beach blanket, towel, picnic lunch and lathered ourselves up with sunscreen. After baking away for an hour or so, I surprised Karen by removing my suit first. Karen soon followed and we both took a dip in the ocean to cool off. The water was exhilarating - particularly without the restraint of a bathing suit. We walked back up to our hidden location and laid down allowing the sun's rays to dry us. While I was on my stomach, Karen kneeled down over me and lathered up my butt to make sure I wouldn't burn when the sun was suddenly blocked out of view by someone.
We turned to see the intruder only to face a very angry black man in his 40's. "What are you doing in my space?" he roared. Swathed in only a multi-print cotton wrap he was incredibly frightening. Although not that tall at about my height, he was very muscular with jet black skin, large lips, a large nose, a shaved head and a nasty scar on his cheek. He was pure African and he was very upset.
"What?" I said. As I raised up to see him better, Karen sat back on her legs and quickly pulled her wrap around her.
