The strong Caribbean winds buffeted Jacque and I as we strolled along the one mile stretch of pristine beach at the start of our three-week holiday. The warm breeze and the taste of the sea was a welcomed change from the hectic month we had in the city. We didn’t even stop to unpack once we arrived and made a beeline straight for the beach. We have always relied on these get-a-ways to recharge and reconnect as a couple.
We had only planned on a short walk before getting back to get settled in, so I just wore my favorite sheer black shanti pants and a sunhat. The feeling of the wind on my topless body felt unbelievable and freeing. We both had wide smiles on our faces as we walked hand-in-hand along the beach, lost in conversation. We walked further than we had planned and were nearing the more touristy section of the beach where the cruise lines drop off and I did not have a cover-up with me.
“Let’s turn around and go back before we get to the prude area,” I said to Jacque.
Jacque’s immediate response was, “No, we have just as much a right to be there as they do. Let’s walk to end. We have come this far, and the walk will do us good.”
“But I don’t have my cover up,” I argued.
“Since when were you afraid of being seen topless?” asked Jacque.
“I am an old topless woman. I might scare the children,” I joked.
“You are a beautiful and sexy old topless woman. You should be proud to be seen and you will put most of the young cruise wives to shame.”
He was right. I am proud of how I look, even though gravity has been working its dastardly deeds on my body for a while. I keep in shape constantly and decided I would go along with him and continue walking even though there was not one other topless woman around on the ever-crowding beach. There is something about being the only woman topless though that is empowering. Maybe it is the jealous looks from the girlfriends/wives or the ogles from the guys. Both of them are probably jealous of us in their own ways. I kind of liked that.
We obviously arrived at rush hour as there were two huge cruise lines docked at the pier and the beach was packed with tourists. We did our best to maintain our hand holding as we weaved our way through the crowds to the end of the beach, but it eventually became impossible, so we walked single file for the last bit with Jacque following me. I kept my head up and made a point to make eye contact with anyone who seemed to be watching me. It was a fun exercise that was somewhat arousing.
We made it to the end of the beach and made the turn to go back to our villa. “Since we have to walk single file through this mob for a while, I am going to give you a head start and follow you from a little bit of a distance. I want it to seem as if you are by yourself and I want to watch the reactions to see if it is different than if I was walking next to you. I won’t be far behind so you will be safe,” said Jacque.
I smiled at him knowingly. I learned a long time ago that he loves seeing me being seen so I decided to allow him his little fetish. Besides, I like being seen too, so it worked for both of us. “Ok, but not too far behind. I wouldn’t want to get molested by the trashy cruise ship guys. Now, if there is a sexy Italian man…” I joked.
I started my walk back up the beach by myself and played my eye-contact game as I went. The vast majority of guys looked away as soon as I looked at them with only a few being brave enough, or young enough, to maintain their gaze. It was a fun exercise in human nature with the combination of my exhibitionism and their male psychological feebleness, and I enjoyed it immensely. It wasn’t really a turn on, per se, but it was arousing in a weird kind of way.
As I made my way past the throngs and into the more sparsely inhabited part of the beach, I kept walking, but Jacque soon caught up and grabbed my hand again for the walk home. “That; was an amazing thing to watch! Every time you got past the guys they were turning and watching you walk away. Many of them made crude gestures, grabbing their crotches and stuff while they stared at you strolling up the beach.”
That was certainly not the scene I was not seeing. It was funny to get the full picture that Jacque filled in with his observations. ‘So, these guys could not look me in the eyes as they looked at me but were perfectly comfortable joking around and making crude gestures when they thought I wouldn’t see. Typical men,’ I thought.
“Did that turn you on at all because it really turned me on?” asked Jacque as we continued our stroll.
“I enjoyed it, but it didn’t turn me on. It was fun from an exhibitionist point of view I guess, and I so loved trying to look the guys in the eyes. Such weak men. They kept averting their eyes when I looked at them. It was an interesting experiment but not a turn on.”
Our villa was right on the beach and while there was a small dune separating the property, it appeared continuous with the public area. The pool was directly at the properties edge with clear sight lines to the ocean and since the beach sloped downward it looked like the surf line was at our doorstep. It made for a wonderful setting to be so close to the ocean. Conversely, it also offered clear site lines from the beach to the pool and patio area of the villa.
As we neared the property line, Jacque stopped and faced me and held my hands and said, “let’s have some fun with your little experiment while we are here for the next three weeks and see if it might turn you on. I propose that this mini-dune be a threshold and that once we cross over this line to the villa property, we remain naked at all times and under all circumstances. Plus, once we cross over onto the beach, we both remain topless at all times. No cover-ups or shirts allowed. What do you say? It could be fun. Besides, we didn’t pack many clothes anyway.”
Jacque was always coming up with unique ways to keep our life together interesting. “I don’t want you to be under any allusions that this ‘experiment’ will turn me on,” I said.
“That’s OK with me if it doesn’t. But, would you be open to finding out if it does turn you on in some way that you can’t see right now?” he argued.
I smiled at him. I loved him and had to admit, I loved his games too. “Ok, I’m in. What are the ground rules?”
“As I said; this dune is a boundary. No clothes are allowed on the property side of this dune. That means as soon as we pass this threshold, we are nude. The same is true going the other way. We have to be nude until we pass the dune onto the beach. There are no exceptions. We are both nude at all times when on the villa property. And when we are on the beach, the entire length of the beach, we must both be topless at all times whether we are together or by ourselves.”
“And what are the consequences when one of us breaks the rules?” I asked.
“Then that person has to be nude on the beach the rest of the day,” he exclaimed.
“But it is not a nude beach!” I protested.
“No, it’s not. But it is a consequence.”
Ugh. Somehow, I knew there was no way I could go the whole three weeks without ending up on the beach naked. “I’m not sure why I am agreeing to this. But, OK.
He kissed me and said, “you won’t regret this. You are already a nudist so that is not new, but I want you to find enjoyment in this experiment and I am betting that you will.”
With that, we disrobed and walked over the dune onto the villa property and began our Caribbean experiment.
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Jacque is an amazing cook so we arranged for the kitchen to be fully stocked with most of what we would need for the first few days prior to our arrival since we planned on eating in most of the time. A nice perk offered by the rental company. We unpacked the few things we brought with us then moved to the poolside patio for a bottle of lunchtime champagne and cheese.
I stood at the patios edge looking out towards the ocean scoping out where we should claim our spot for the weeks to come while Jacque prepared our lunchtime snack. The beach was not packed but there was a line of beach chairs along the surf. We would have to get out early in the mornings to lay stake to our claim.
As I was searching for the perfect beach spot a man carrying a surf board walked by just a few yards away. “Hello neighbor,” he said. I had totally forgotten that I was standing at the edge of the beach wearing only my sunhat.
Years of nudism and being comfortable in my skin helped me to not react too awkwardly at his sudden appearance. “Hi. How are we neighbors?” I asked without covering myself.
“My girlfriend and I are renting the villa a few doors down. It is certainly nice to have such a beautiful new neighbor. We should get together for drinks some time. My name is Paul and my girlfriends name is Jen, by the way. I need to be on my way, but it is very nice to meet you.” he said.
“Hi Paul. I am Jean and my husband’s name is Jacque. Drinks would be great. Nice to meet you as well.”
‘I guess this is going to be an interesting experiment,’ I thought as Paul walked away down to his villa. Being on a nude beach where everyone is nude is one thing and I am very comfortable in that environment. Being nude when others aren’t is less so, but an experiment is an experiment.
Jacque arrived with our alfresco champagne and lunch snack and I filled him in on my greeting with Paul as we tucked into the much-needed cold flutes of bubbly. We spent the next hour lounging on the patio catching up on our lives over the past few months before going for a swim then we decided to go check out the beach and the surf.
As agreed, we went nude to the dune before putting on clothes. Knowing I would probably want a swim in the ocean I put on a bikini. I usually sport a landing strip on vacation, but this year Jacque requested a completely bald look, which I hesitantly agreed to. The result, though, was that I did not have to worry about the fit of the fabric showing any stray hairs, so I chose a rather thin thong, and my sun hat, of course.
We walked the short distance from the villa to the surf and casually played, knee high, in the waves as we slowly made our way up the beach. The crowd had grown considerably since our morning walk and was a mixture of young and old and families. There were a few other women topless, but the majority wore suits and bikini tops. I was certainly the only fiftyish women who was topless, and I was strangely proud of that fact.
We decided to walk further up the beach in the opposite direction we had walked that morning, so we moved up from the surf onto the sand closer to the rows of chase lounges on the beach. I was keenly aware of others watching me which subconsciously made me pull my shoulders back with my arms swinging by my sides as we walked. I was proud of myself.
We finished our walk and spent the rest of the afternoon naked and relaxing by the pool before Jacque cooked dinner and we retired for an early bedtime. Jacque cuddled up beside me in the bed and cupped my breast while he pressed his hard cock into my ass. “You know you are the sexiest woman on the beach, young or old, don’t you?”, he asked.
“I don’t know about that. But I am glad you think so,” I said with contentment.
He parted my legs and slowly entered me from behind while pinching and caressing my breast and nibbling on my neck. This position also allowed me access to my clit, so my hand found its way there and soon both Jacque and I were deep in a mutual orgasm. We stayed in this position and dozed off in a tired but satisfied and blissful sleep.
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The next few days flew by in about the same pattern and I somehow managed to stay within the rules of the experiment and had not been forced down to the beach, naked, as a consequence. We stayed up very late the night of our third day and Jacque announced before we went to bed that he was going to sleep in the next morning to catch up. I am an early riser, even if it had been a late night, so when I woke up early the next morning, I knew I was going to be on my own for quite some time.
As I was having my pre-dawn coffee on the patio, I decided that I would take our beach chairs and umbrella out to the beach to stake our spot in the nude. It was still dark, and the beach was deserted so I took everything out then stood by the surf looking out at the ocean. Feeling the ocean breeze felt amazing and brought back memories of all the times we have spent on nude beaches enjoying the full body exposure to nature. I wasn’t sexually turned on, but I felt exhilarated.
I went to the kitchen and made a pitcher of mimosas; light on the orange juice and returned to the patio to get lost in the story of my current book and to savor the warm feeling of morning champagne. It didn’t seem like I had been there that long, but I soon realized that the sun was now high in the sky and I had finished the entire pitcher of champagne heavy mimosas. I remembered the potential of Paul returning and that, along with the champagne rekindled my arousal.
I got back into the pool and swam laps for a while before I dried off, made more mimosas and settled in for some more reading. I was just getting absorbed in my book again when I heard Paul’s familiar voice, “good morning Jean. It is going to be a sunny day today. Make sure you have plenty of sunscreen on. I would be happy to help with that if you would like.”
I sat up in my chair, putting both feet on the ground on either side of the chase inviting him to get a good view of all of me. The effect of this pose was a clear view of my breasts as well as my spread thighs and bald labia. “Thanks Paul. I am fully covered. Unless, of course, you think I need a second opinion,” I coyly teased.
“You never know if you miss a spot when you apply it by yourself. Mind if I come in make sure for you?” he asked. Paul had a nice body and the morning sun highlighted his muscular chest and he looked great in his compression water shorts which showed off his ample size. I was titillated and started to get turned on by the thought of him touching me.
“Well, I wouldn’t want to get a weird sunburn anywhere. Sure, come on in.” I felt a warm flush in my checks and that familiar feeling in my labia as he walked across the property line over to my chair. The thought of him seeing me naked while Jacque slept was a turn on. The thought of him touching me had me flushed with arousal. I moved both legs to one side of the chase facing him and allowed my legs to spread as he made his way over. I could tell by his compression shorts that he too was becoming aroused.
“It would be a shame if that beautiful and sexy body of yours got burned and ruins your holiday,” he said as he arrived at my chase lounge. “Lay down on your stomach and I will make sure your back is covered.”
I moved the chase to the downward position, readjusted my beach towel and laid down with my head resting on my folded arms and closed my eyes. I could hear the sound of sunscreen being squeezed out of the bottle, then the warm sensation of two hands on the back of my neck. I immediately felt a delicious rush of hormones spreading through my body. He slowly worked his way down my back, applying more pressure than required for the application of sunscreen. I reveled in his touch.
He covered my ass with the same pressure application. As he did, I slowly spread my legs with the anticipation of him moving to my inner thighs. He did not disappoint. As he moved downwards, he massaged my outer thigh and inner thigh simultaneously, coming delectably close to my now very swollen labia. I could feel the wetness building inside of me. He repeated the process on the other side. Again, approaching but not touching my labia.
“Ok, turn over on your back now.” He said. I almost felt like I was being a flasher as I turned over; revealing my breasts and shaved, and now very wet, pussy to him. I placed my hands by my sides and again closed my eyes, ready for his touch.
He started at my shoulders and moved down both arms. The anticipation of him touching my chest was almost unbearable. I wondered if Jacque would wake and get a chance to watch. Would he just stand by the patio doors? Maybe he would sleep through this and miss it entirely. ‘His loss,’ I thought to myself as I prepared for the next touch.
Paul had no way of knowing that my nipples are extremely sensitive and one of my major erogenous zones and as he dotted my chest with sunscreen in preparation for its application, I was starting to become on fire. He began rubbing it in and as he got to my breasts and over my hard nipples the surge of blood to all parts of my body was exhilarating. I could feel my labia pulse with engorgement and the heat in my cheeks increased. With each passing movement of his hands across my nipples I must have moaned quietly.
“I guess you like this part,” he said softly.
I was slightly embarrassed but nodded to the affirmative while biting my lower lip. He took this cue and began to play and tease both of my nipples, gently at first, and then he more aggressively pinched my left nipple. I moaned as I felt the twinge spread throughout my body. He continued this for a while until the final tease when he pinched my nipple and pulled upwards and held it, stretching my breast, before releasing it. Then he continued down my body to my abs, that had begun to heave slightly with my heavier breath.
I was slightly disappointed to have my breasts abandoned but as he made his way down my stomach and sides, I began another round of arousal as he neared my pelvis and I spread my legs wider for him in anticipation. He moved down towards my hairless mound and slowly applied pressure to both sides between my legs, stopped and applied more pressure with his fingers, digging them deep into my inguinal area. He circled his fingers closer and closer to my labia sending me into another amazing wave of arousal.
As he reached my labia, he took a single finger on both sides and traced the valley on either side of my lips from top to bottom and then back up again, then repeated this movement a few more times. Then he spread me open with both hands and I felt the warm sensation of my juices flowing down my inner thighs. He gently pinched my outer lips and spread them, then released them, then very gently caressed the length of each individually, each time coming tantalizingly close to my swollen clit.
On the last pass he finally moved over my clit sending reverberations throughout my body as I arched my back and moaned. Oh, how I hoped Jacque was watching this!
Sadly, Paul did not linger and moved on to my legs then down to the tops of my feet. “There,” he said. “I think you are no longer in danger of getting a sunburn on any part of your naked body.” He stood up and said, “I have to get going. Jen will be wondering where I have been.”
With that he walked back to the beach, leaving me by myself, teased and wholly aroused. Disappointed at being left at the altar, I arouse from my chase and returned to the kitchen and made another mimosa in a large insulated cup then checked in on Jacque to see if he had witnessed my sun screen adventure. He was still fast asleep. ‘Too bad Jacque. You would have enjoyed that,’ I thought to myself. I grabbed my sheer shanti pants and went back to the pool but not before leaving a note:
‘Hope you had a great sleep in. I am out for an experimental walk. Be back later. Love you!’
The combination of the pitcher of morning champagne mimosas and Paul’s attention to detail had me incredibly turned on. I needed to walk this off, so I made my way to the dune to don my beach wear and sunhat for a solo walk down the beach. I loosened the tie of the shear pants so they hung low on my hips and I was ready for another experiment.
I started my walk close to the villas, hoping to catch the eye of Paul on the way. But, while I did identify which villa was theirs, I was disappointed to not see him. So, I made my way down to the surf line to continue my solo walk. It was nearing noon and the crowds were growing as I made my way down to the more crowded section of the beach. I started to play my eye-contact game again to make things interesting.
I decided that I would stop and talk to the first man who met my gaze and did not look away. Not surprisingly, there were no takers as I made my way closer to the cruise line piers. Every man I looked at averted their eyes or looked away. Then, it finally happened. I caught the glance of a tall and muscular man drinking a beer. I met his eyes and we locked on. I smiled at him and felt that familiar rush of blood rushing to my cheeks.
‘Jacque, here is an experiment for you,’ I thought as I smiled to myself and sauntered over to the man. I could feel an excitement building inside of me and I maintained eye contact with him as I got closer and was thrilled to watch him look me up and down. He smiled then lifted his beer towards me in a man salute.
“I couldn’t help but notice you watching me as I walked the beach,” I said. “My name is Jean.”
“It is very nice to meet you Jean. But honestly, I don’t know how any man could resist watching such a beautiful creature walking alone on the beach? So many of the people here are not worth looking at so when someone is, then I feel it is my duty to salute them. You are a stunning woman,” he replied. “My name is Scott.”
I smiled at his compliments and felt my posture straighten with pride. “Thank you for that wonderful compliment,” I replied. “Most men are weak and will look away if they realize I know they are looking but you are confident enough to acknowledge your appreciation and I love that. What brings you to the beach alone?”
“I have never been accused of being weak,” he said with a sly smile. “I am just enjoying a lunch time beer on the beach before I go meet a couple friends. We chartered a boat for some afternoon fishing to get away from our wives for a little bit. Would you like to join us?”
“I have never been fishing and I am not exactly dressed for it.”
“Never been fishing? Then you have to join us. It will be fun, and we can teach you,” he replied. “I have an extra shirt you can borrow if that makes you feel more comfortable on the way to the boat.”
I thought about Jacque sleeping back at the villa and what he would think. He did want me to experiment this holiday after all, so I said, “sure, why not. I would love to join you.” The fact that I was just about to go out on a boat with a guy I had just met, and his friends was stimulating to say the least. So many possibilities were racing through my mind as I remembered Jacque asking me on the first day if I would be open to seeing if this experiment would turn me on in some way. ‘I guess we will find out, my love,’ I thought to myself.
Scott and I chatted while we walked to his car in the parking lot, quickly introducing ourselves to each other. He was intrigued when I told him that my husband was not threatened by the fact that I was strolling around the beach alone. We got to his BMW and he grabbed a shirt from his bag and handed it to me. “This is the only shirt I have, but it should be fine,” he said as he began to text his friends that they would have a fourth joining the trip.
I was not sure exactly what he meant by it being fine but pulled it on anyway before getting in the car. It was very large on me and because it was a man’s shirt, the arm holes were enormous, resulting in my sides being exposed to the bottom of my rib cage with a full view of most of the sides of my breasts. ‘Well, at least I am not topless,’ I thought to myself.
We made our way towards the fishing pier, winding up the small hills and then down to the other side of the island. I did not have my smartphone with me, so I had no way of texting Jacque where I was. I nervously thought about what I was doing with this experiment and what Jacque would think as I downed the remaining mimosa in my cup. The champagne was helping to calm my nerves and I decided that Jacque would just have to wonder what I am doing this afternoon.
We pulled into the parking lot and found the chartered boat, the “Catch-22”. The others were already on board and preparing to push off as we arrived. Scott let me go aboard first and one of the other men took my arm to help pull me onboard, the result of which gave everyone a full view of my breast as the fabric draped open. I enjoyed the fact that this was their introduction to me on this journey.
“Guys, this is Jean,” said Scott. “Jean, this is Brandon and Eric.”
“It is a pleasure to meet you both,” I said as I shook each of their hands. “Thank you for allowing me to tag along on your man fishing trip. I am afraid I have never been fishing before, so I hope I am not a drag on you.”
“Are you kidding?” replied Eric. “What better way to round out a fishing trip than to have a beautiful woman with us? You will do fine. The fishing here is amazing, and it is our pleasure to have you join us! This is Jorge, our captain for the day.”
I greeted Jorge with a smile and a wave as he prepared the boat to leave the dock. He looked to be in his late twenties and my newfound friends were all in the early to mid-forties and very fit. All three had taken off their shirts and it was obvious they took great care in their bodies and I was enjoying watching all three as they situated their gear and set up a cooler of rum punch. I thought about taking off Scott’s tank top but thought I would wait a while for that. But my time with Paul earlier in the morning together with the champagne and the sight of the three of them, definitely had my arousal growing and my mind wondering what I should do.
As Jorge navigated the boat out of the harbor and past the last no-wake buoy, he quickly sped the boat and we began our excursion. I moved to the bow to enjoy the ride out. The wind was ripping through my large mane of red hair and caused the loose tank top to flap wildly, constantly exposing my breasts to my new friends. I could feel the twinge of enjoyment on my hard nipples with each flap of the fabric rubbing against them and I loved the uncontrollable exposure the wind was causing.
I sat down on a bench next to Brandon while Eric and Scott sat across from us as the boat quickly bounced from wave to wave. I could feel my body bouncing as we bottomed out into each trough and was enjoyed the fact that both Eric and Scott were watching me. I was loving this experiment and was looking forward to the adventure and further exhibitionism and teasing.
As I was basking in this experience, the boat hit a large wave causing a cascade of sea water to come over the bow drenching all four of us. The thin fabric of the wet tank clung to my body and the look on Eric’s face when he finished wiping the water from his eyes to see my breasts and nipples through the now very sheer top was priceless.
The cold fabric clinging to me was uncomfortable but also gave me an opportunity. “This wet tank top is rather annoying now. You guys wouldn’t mind if I took it off, would you?” I asked knowing the answer to such a rhetorical question. Even with the strong, cool ocean spray hitting my face, I could feel the rush of blood into my cheeks in anticipation.
“We are enjoying the wet T-shirt show, but all the better without it. But first we need a picture of you in it so we can all remember,” said Scott with a wide smile.
“You men and the desire for pictures,” I said with a smile. I moved over and sat between Scott and Eric and put my arms around them so Brandon could take some snaps. We all smiled for the Brandon’s smartphone but then I said, “that was a pretty tame picture for guys that want a remembrance.”
Taking my cue, they both cupped my breasts through the wet shirt and put their faces next to mine for the photo. I was anxious to bare myself fully to them, so I took off the tank and tossed it near my sunhat. My wet breasts and nipples immediately felt the pelting sea spray causing drips of water to flow over my hard nipples. The feeling of the sea on my body and the exhilaration of being topless with three strangers and a young boat captain was an experiment in arousal that I could do every day.
We posed for who knows how many pictures together as we finished our trip out to the fishing spot, me now topless and the weight of my wet shanti pants pulling them lower over my hips.
As we reached the designated anchor location, they readied the cooler of rum punch and a small lunch spread. Eric handed me a large glass of the punch as Scott offered a toast; “May the fish be as beautiful as our topless Jean!”
“Here, Here!” was the reply from Brandon and Eric. I smiled and took a long sip of the punch in reply. It was quite strong, but it drank very easily so I continued with a second, long sip.
I don’t know whether it was the rum on top of the earlier champagne or the enjoyment I was having in this experiment, but the weight of my wet pants on my hips gave me the impetus to take my exhibitionism a step further. While the guys set up the lunch table in the middle of the boat, I moved to the bow then turned back towards them and reveled in my experiment. “Could I borrow a beach towel?” I asked.
Eric threw me a towel and instead of drying off with it, I placed it on a bench then slowly lowered my shantis, stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. I grabbed the towel and slowly walked towards them completely naked. The arousal was swelling my labia and I felt the excitement pulse inside of me. I walked slowly to allow them to get a good look at my naked self and my bald pussy which was now on full display for them to see.
The sight of all three men taking me in was amazingly arousing. “Thanks Eric. Those wet pants were getting uncomfortable,” I said with a wide smile. I wrapped the towel around my waist, covering up my new nakedness, and sat down at the makeshift table for lunch and readied my first tease. “You will all have to get over it, guys. I am not putting those wet pants back on until they dry out.”
I don’t think there were any arguments from them to my point. We finished our lunch along with more rum punch, punctuated by even more picture taking. I wondered which one of them would get in trouble with their wives when they catch a glimpse of me on his smartphone.
We left the table and moved to the very front of the boat. I left the towel behind and grabbed my sunhat before joining them for a fishing lesson. I made a note to myself to remember how it felt to be comfortable in my nudism with three men away from their wives for the afternoon and how it made me feel to be safe in enjoying this experiment since I had confidence that Jacque would approve. It was a wonderful feeling!
They gave me a quick lesson on fishing and Scott set up a pole and lure for me. As we began to cast our lines, I was never without a word of encouragements or tips. I think each one made an attempt to teach me casting which allowed them to get close to me and touch me as they moved my body in the correct way for maximum results. I think I got it the first time, but enjoyed each lesson, nonetheless.
The guys quickly hooked some fish then I finally felt the tug on the end of my line as well. I tried to set the hook the way they showed me, then worked the line in as each of the guys gathered around me to watch as I pulled in the first catch in my life. It was a large red snapper and I immediately thought of what Jacque might do with it for dinner that evening.
I posed for some pictures with my first catch then we resumed fishing for the next two hours and only now and then did I remember that I was naked. The feeling of nudist freedom, on top of the champagne, now rum, and the satisfaction of indulging my exhibitionist desires made for an enjoyable afternoon. We finished fishing with my catch totaling three nice red snappers and even though I was disappointed that I didn’t catch something else, it was a great experience.
Eric, Brandon and I stowed the equipment while Scott cleaned all of our fish. Then we returned to the bow with more rum punch to relax before heading back in. I put my towel down on the deck and sat against the side of the boat facing the guys. I pinched both of my nipples and looked up at them watching me and asked, “did you guys ever, in your wildest dreams, think that your afternoon bachelor get-a-way fishing trip would include a naked stow-away?”
“Not in our Wildest dreams,” exclaimed Scott. “In fact, this is in the fantasy column, not the dream column. Finish that drink Jean, then come over here for some last pictures.”
I downed the punch then joined them on a bench while Jorge grabbed everyone’s smartphones to take pictures. I laid down across their laps and they all placed their hands on me for the photos, taking advantage of the situation to fondle as we posed. It was amazing being touched by all of them at once, feeling my nipples being touched and my thighs petted indiscriminately. I posed with each of them individually before we sat back down for more punch and the trip back to shore.
As Jorge began to navigate us back, we continued to drink punch and talk about each other’s families. The sun was hot and there was not a cloud in sight and Eric asked if I needed some sunscreen. “I can assure you Eric, that every inch of my body is covered with enough sunscreen to last me a week.” I laughed as I shared an inside joke with myself.
They were disappointed to see my naked show end when I put my pants and top back on as we arrived at the dock. The plan was for Scott to take everyone back to their resort in his car, so he offered to drop me at our villa first. I sat in between Brandon and Eric in the back seat and could feel their attempts at getting close to me as we nestled in for the ride and their hard cocks were obvious through the swimsuits. I placed a hand on each of their cocks as an acknowledgement of their appreciation.
“So, my husband and I have been thinking about having a beach party at our villa while we are here. Would you guys and your wives like to come?” I asked, making up the planned party in the spur of the moment but I was sure that Jacque would be into it.
“Of course! That would be fun,” replied Scott. “We will check with our ‘bosses’ and let you know. What is your contact info so we can keep in touch?”
I gave them my cell number and made them swear to send me theirs since I did not have my smartphone with me. “And, when you send me your contact info, I want all of the pictures you took with your phones today. I want to show them to my husband,” I demanded.
“Really? You are going to show your husband what you were doing this afternoon? As far as our wives are concerned, we were just fishing with the three of us.”
I laughed and told them that Jacque would want proof of what I did this afternoon and they could trust that he will thoroughly enjoy them. As we arrived at the front of our villa, they all got out of the car to bid me farewell. I gave each of them a kiss on the cheek as they hugged me; every one of them taking the final opportunity to get a feel of a breast as we hugged.
I turned to enter the villa then stopped and turned around to them. “Oh, I forgot. We have a rule here during our stay that we have to be naked all of the time while we are on the property.” With that I removed the top and my shanties and stood in front of them naked one last time and blew them a kiss.
“Does this rule apply to the guests at your party?” yelled Eric.
“The rule is optional for everyone else, but highly encouraged,” I said with a huge smile. “I hope that doesn’t discourage you from coming to our party!”
“It certainly doesn’t discourage us, you can count on that. We will have to check with the wives though,” said Scott plaintively.
“I hope you can convince them, and I would be happy to talk with them in advance if you think it would help.” With that I gave them one last wave goodbye, turned and went inside carrying my three red snappers as a present for Jacque.
I found him out by the pool reading. As he heard the patio doors slide open, he jumped to his feet to greet me standing there naked with three fish. “Holy shit. Where have you been and where did you get those beautiful red snappers.”
“Take your presents I got for you and get me a large adult beverage. Then I will tell you. Oh, and I expect a great dinner from you with those this evening.”
Jacque gave me a deep kiss then grabbed the snappers and rushed to the kitchen while I moved to the patio and sank into one of the chase lounges. I thought about my experiences and how they made me feel and was excited to share my day with Jacque. He soon returned with a large Gin & Tonic for each of us and joined me on the patio.
After taking a large sip of the G&T, I started to recount my entire day for him, trying hard not to leave out any details. It did not take long for Jacque’s cock to signal that he approved of the start of my day with Paul and what followed on the boat. As I was finishing the story of my experimental walk and fishing trip, my phone started to buzz with the sound of incoming messages. They were from the guys sending me their contact numbers and all of the pictures from the day.
“Here,” I said handing Jacque my phone. “you can see some evidence of my day.” Jacque took my phone and began to flip through almost a hundred photos of me in the wet top and then all of the photos of me naked with the guys touching and teasing me.
“I guess this is pretty good data to back up your experiments today. You look amazing in each one of them. Did your experiment turn you on?” he asked.
“Paul’s sunscreen application was definitely a turn on, for sure. And I would have easily fucked him right here as you slept inside,” I answered. “The naked fishing trip with the guys was very arousing and I was actually wet most of the day, although it really was in a non-sexual way. I never thought about having sex with them, but I can’t tell you how good I felt and how natural it was. I loved both experiences and have to admit, I am enjoying this experiment very much.”
Jacque’s hard cock continued to signal his approval as he came over and knelt by my chase, cupped my breast and kissed me passionately. “I have had a lot of alcohol today with very little food and I am starving. I think it is time for you to go cook us a wonderful red snapper dinner,” I whispered to him as he kissed me again.
While Jacque cooked dinner, I showered to remove the sunscreen and ocean spray from my entire body. I felt the warm water massaging my body which rekindled some of the arousal I felt throughout the day.
I went back to the pool for a quick swim and finished as Jacque returned with an amazing meal of pan roasted whole snapper and couscous and a wonderful bottle of Italian Vermentino. Jacque continued to question me and have me describe my day all over again and it was obvious that it all turned him on enormously.
“Hey, what do you think about having a beach party here? We can invite Paul and his girlfriend and the guys with their wives,” I asked, wondering what he would think since I already announced the party.
“That might be a lot of fun. But you know we still have to follow the rules of the experiment, right?” he replied.
“I thought you would say that but yes, we can keep the rules in place.” I offered.
“Ok, we can plan it tomorrow,” he said. But he was apparently unable to take it any longer as he took my hand and led me to the bedroom where we had long and passionate sex. My arousal was heightened by the events of the day and I thought of them as I climaxed into an explosive orgasm as Jacque came deep inside of me. I shuttered as each spasm of orgasm spread through my now satisfied body.
I curled up next to him and looked deep into his eyes. “Thank you for encouraging me to experiment. I love the feeling of freedom and confidence you give me to be myself. I feel very contented and I love you very much.”
With that, I dosed off to sleep in Jacque’s arms with a very happy smile on my face as he stroked my hair and I dreamed of what might lie in store for me during the rest of our holiday.
To be continued……..
