We were finally on our way. The Westjet 727 climbed into the clear October sky beginning the four-hour journey to Cancun.
Rick and I had just been married in a small ceremony including about a hundred of our friends. The honeymoon trip to Mexico had been a gift from Rick's dad, Joe.
We had a choice of Caribbean destinations and Rick had chosen The Moon Palace resort in Cancun. It was a hedonism resort and he thought it would be ideal for honeymooners.
At eighteen I was a naïve shy girl with little self-confidence in my body. I was a nicely developed, large breast if maybe a few pounds over my ideal weight, a pretty face and alluring red hair. I knew guys found me attractive but I did not have the nerve to flaunt it and tended to dress fairly conservatively. This was the innocent bride Rick was taking to naughty Mexico.
It was shortly after noon when we touched down at Cancun and we were met at the airport by the Moon Palace van that whisked us off to the resort.
It was Justas beautiful as it had looked in the brochures, white sand, clear blue skies surrounded by the azure sea. It promised to be a week in paradise.
We were quickly booked in and assigned our cabana on the east side of the resorts, away from the mainly trafficked area. The accommodation was everything promised with an unobstructed view out over the water.
We hastily unpacked stuffing our belongings into the abundant drawers and closets provided.
My choice of holiday clothes had been the subject of much discussion as we prepared for out honeymoon. Of course I favored clothing that I would be comfortable wearing whilst Rick urged me to be more daring and buy some risqué items I would not normally wear. The bikini had been a big part of my condescending to my new husband's request.
I do not have a bikini type figure; I have a bit of a potbelly that a bikini does nothing to hide. My breasts are too large for a bikini also; I have to constantly check to ensure they are not spilling out into view. I just don't feel comfortable in a bikini but please my husband I chose one that almost covered my attributes.
Rick had also convinced me to purchase several flimsy summer tops that were designed to draw attention to my breasts rather than conceal them, and I had been forbidden to bring any bras along with me.
I felt naked as we left the cabana to get something to eat. I was wearing a pair of very short shorts and a ridiculously flimsy bit of sheer nylon for a top. I might as well been topless as Rick was wearing only shorts.
I quickly found out how unnecessary my fear was when we passed an old guy walking towards the beach. The gray hair tanned all over gentleman was completely nude, his penis hanging between his legs as we passed. Politely he bid us a good day as if there were nothing out of the ordinary.
Rick laughed seeing me blushing. I hadn't realized what a sheltered life I had lead, naked guy had hardly looked at me when we passed.
My brief encounter with the naked guy did not prepare me for what I saw when we arrived at the snack bar. Of the approximate dozen people there almost all of them were naked.
Men and women alike wore little more than sunglasses and maybe a cap. Most of them had allover tans from spending hours naked in the sun. Everyone was going about as if there was nothing out of the ordinary.
"See?" Rick said, "We look like the jerks with clothes on."
Jerks or not, I was not ready to parade nude in front of a bunch of strangers.
"Just take your top off at least." Rick pleaded.
"Forget it!" I snapped. Eighteen years of a strict upbringing was not about to disappear in one afternoon.
We sat in a corner eating shrimps and drinking some kind of a Tequila cocktail watching naked people come and go.
I was just getting comfortable in the new environment when Al approached our table.
Al was a burly Italian looking guy in his forties and was totally naked. I couldn't help looking at his long thick cock.
Al introduced himself telling us he was spending a month in Cancun with his wife Dora. He invited us to join them at their table.
Rick eagerly accepted his invitation anxious to meet some new friends. Dutifully I followed the two men across to a table where an also naked blonde was sitting smiling in our direction.
"This is my wife Dora." Al introduced us as were sat down.
We all exchanged names and where we were from and Rick announced we were on our honeymoon.
Al looked at me with a lustful grin and congratulated us.
"How come you are wearing clothes?" Dora asked.
"My wife's kind of shy." Rick explained.
"No need to be shy here, everybody had seen everything!" Dora laughed.
I noticed Al was watching my reaction to public nudity.
"I just need a while to adjust." I apologized.
Al told us he owned a fleet of trucks in Detroit and he and his wife spent a month in Cancun every year. Obviously they were not hurting for a buck and Al took Rick under his arm as his guest during our stay.
