Please read Chapter 3 before starting. This part of the story took longer to develop and I broke it up into separate chapters for submission.
"Hola!" The young man smiled as he walked up and gave a small wave. "Are you staying somewhere nearby?" He asked in a friendly way. He was tall and lean, but well muscled. Probably not a teen any longer, but he couldn't have been more than twenty one or two.
"Yes, the hotel up the coast" I pointed to the logo on the jet-ski.
"Yes of course." He nodded agreeably. "That explains it. Your first time to this beach?"
"It is, it's beautiful here."
"Yes, exactly." He looked at each of us in turn for a brief moment. "I don't want to embarrass you, but this beach is kind of special for the people who live in the area."
"I'm sorry, we didn't know it was private," I said diplomatically. "The gentleman at the hotel recommended it and said that there wouldn't be any problems."
"No, no problems at all senor!" The young man insisted. "it's just that it is a...playa nudist...how you say...nude beach...for us and we didn't want to embarrass or offend you if you didn't know." He pointed down the beach to his friends. "You see we just got home from university on break and we don't bring the swimsuits when we come here...so...we're all ready to jump in the water after hiking down the long trail..."
"Oh, did you want us to leave?" Tracy asked apologetically.
"No, no, of course not!" he apologized. "Sorry you misunderstand. We just want to warn you so if you are uncomfortable with it, you have a chance to leave." He looked back and forth between us."Okay?"
I smiled widely. "No, I appreciate it. It's not a problem. Do whatever you like. We'll be here for a little while but will be headed back to the hotel soon. Pretend like we're not even here, my friend!"
He smiled. "Perfecto! Enjoy the beach and stay as long as you like!" He waved again and turned to run back up the beach to his friends. He gave them a thumbs up as he trotted up the sand. Almost immediately his friends began to pull off their clothes and by the time he reached them, the two girls and other guy were running into the ocean completely naked and he quickly undressed and joined them.
"Oh my god!" Tracy squealed as she looked back at me. "Can you believe we ended up high on a nude beach?!?"
"Hey, if you can't beat 'em maybe we should join them?" I suggested.
"Not sure I'm high enough to get that crazy, Jim." She laughed.
"Then we should fix that while they're in the water," I replied. I plopped down on my stomach beside her and lifted the shell to retrieve the joint and matches. Tracy turned over and laid belly down on her towel beside me, blocking the view of the couples playing in the ocean. I could feel the ocean breeze blowing steadily from the water so I knew the smell would be heading into the trees away from the beach but I suspected the locals wouldn't care anyway.
I got the joint lit the first time in my cupped hands and took a good drag and handed it to Tracy. She took a larger hit than she had the first time and held it in. We looked at each other holding our breath and both erupted in nervous giggles releasing the smoke from our lungs.
"One more quick hit," said softly and took another drag at the joint before handing it quickly back to her. She also took a good hit and I quickly doused it in the sand and covered it again with the shell. It was now more than half gone.
Tracy had already rolled back over onto her back and was drinking more water. I looked in the basket and the fruit salad was gone, but there were still another two croissants and two more bottles of water, so I handed Tracy her share and we laid back on our elbows, eating the last of our food, drinking water and feeling the effects of the pot kick in.
Tracy had her sunglasses back on and after staring out to see for an extended couple of minutes, she turned to me head lolling and grinned, "Let's never go home, baby. I think I'm a new person here."
"You are, "I agreed. "This is the first day of your new life as my new wife. The one I always wanted."
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot," she smiled shyly.
I was looking past her at the four naked bodies still playing around in the surf. From that distance in the bright sun, you could tell that they were naked, but we weren't close enough to see any details of their nudity. They were all young and lean, wet shiny bodies sliding in and out of the turquoise water.
"Honey, take of your top" I said casually.
"Mmmm?" Tracy turned toward me.
"I want you to take off your top now" I repeated nonchalantly.
"Really?" She asked smiling. "Are you serious?"
"Do as you're told." I said. "I want some pictures of you topless." I reached for my phone and pulled up the camera.
Tracy looked down the beach at the distant figures and back at me retrieving my phone. She sat up and turned toward me. Rising up to sit with her legs underneath her facing me. I could see the group to her left side way down the beach. She looked back quickly to see if they were paying attention to us, but they seemed to be wrapped up in their own amusement.
"Go ahead," I said and began taking pictures of her still in her top.
She bit her lower lip nervously and reached up behind her back to pull at the strings and undo the knot holding her top on. I kept taking photos as she slowly brought the strings around to the front and her large milky tits finally dropped free from the damp fabric of her bikini. I loved to see how white and pink they were in the cool light of the shade. She tilted her head to lift the wet fabric over her head and then she was sitting there completely topless as I took as many pictures as I wanted.
"Now hand me your top," I said. She was holding it clenched nervously in her lap. She reluctantly handed it over. "This is mine now and I'll tell you when you can have it back, young lady. Do you understand?" She nodded submissively and I could swear she was trembling.
"Now take off your glasses so I can see your eyes," I smiled. "I don't want you having anything to hide behind."
She seemed even more nervous taking off the oversized designer sunglasses and I was immediately turned on by how vulnerable she looked, high, embarrassed and half naked in broad daylight as I continued to take pictures.
