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This story is 100% fiction. It is a sequel to Carrie’s beach vacation
stories. Like her stories are adult in
nature dealing with nudity and sexual references and should only be read by
those 18 or over. All of its characters
are beyond drinking age as well. It’s
written by a first time writer about a person never met. However, it is meant to praise Carrie for her
bravery and letting us all enjoy her adventures. That said, Carrie didn’t write this. Fair
warning, it is long, and much like all Carrie stories if the reader is looking
for graphical descriptions of sexual activities, they’re in the wrong
place. Only she has permission to post
or publish the following story. The
author wishes to remain anonymous and only wishes that the story is enjoyable
and it encourages Carrie to continue her adventures. And let us all read about
them. A woman knows at all times exactly
how much skin she is showing, no matter what she is wearing. So thanks to Carrie and women like her that
let a little more show. Please enjoy
the following.
You
may want to read the original Carrie’S Vacation
Adventure story that inspired this one
I looked out the open French doors of a third floor balcony over the pool, sand and surf to a crystal blue ocean and a lonely cloud drifting aimlessly along an even bluer sky. The warm tropical breeze washed over me stifled only by a heavy sweatshirt and a pair of thick jeans. I unbuttoned my jeans and let them fall to the floor. I grabbed the bottom of the sweatshirt, no longer needing it’s warmth, and pulled it over my head, exposing every inch of my body. The now unobstructed warm breeze danced over my bare breasts and freshly shaven crotch. I was back at the beach. Lisa broke me from my tropical trance. “I wondered how long it would take.” She said. “Or if you were going to loose before we even really got started, Carrie.”
Yes, I was
finally, back at the beach. Many know
the adventures that I had last time I took a trip to the
This time the airline couldn’t loose my luggage. I didn’t bring any. Lisa wanted me to spend the entire trip nude, but I told her that was impossible. So, she challenged me to bring only a small carry on bag, and only wear what was in the bag. No bras, panties, bikini tops, or other bulky clothing allowed. None of it would have fit anyway. After an extra pair of shoes, toiletries, and plenty of sunscreen there wasn’t much room for anything else. I only managed to bring a small sundress, another nicer button up dress, a pair of shorts, a button up blouse, a T-shirt, and the smallest bikini bottom I could find on the Internet. It was so small that I had to shave completely for it to look right. I bought one for Lisa, plus the top, and Amy bought one as well. I had hoped to convince Lisa to wear it. Amy told me not to worry. She knew how to get Lisa to wear the suit, maybe less. I knew that Lisa would balk at the small strip of fabric with only a string that tied at the hips to hold it on, but I figured it was worth the try. Amy is the best sales rep in the company. Maybe she could convince Lisa to wear it. A few years ago even I would have said no way, but I think after years of being around me, Lisa has loosened up quite a bit.
Amy is much more outgoing than I am. She is always pushing the limits, wearing at least something low cut or short. Even in winter, she wears minimal clothes. I had talked to her several times at work but always about work. Then one cold and rainy Saturday, she came over to my house to pick up a rush job. I had finished the paper work at home the night before. This time she came over in a long coat. When I asked several times to take the wet coat to throw it in the dryer, she timidly took it off revealing she wore nothing underneath. “Sorry” she said. “I wasn’t planning to leave the house today. My boyfriend dared me not to wear clothes all weekend, and he’s out in the car.” We talked a lot more after that weekend. I showed her my site and she read some of the stories. She even did a few of the dares I had done. She told me that once in college she’d even stripped at an amateur night and won. Every once in a while, she will walk by my desk and flash me, laughing the whole time and not once was she wearing panties.
She has long dark
hair and a small tribal tattoo on her back.
She is not quite as tall as I am, but her measurements are very similar
to mine. I told her that Lisa and I were heading back to the
Stephanie was a polar opposite of Amy. She is the most straight-laced conservative I have ever met. The times Lisa and I have invited her out when I visit she won’t even drink. She just sits quietly and doesn’t move until time to go. Lisa says every once in a while she will go out, but always comes home fairly early. She rarely shows even a little knee, much less leg. Judging from her wardrobe, she only really has winter clothes. Lisa says she obsesses about her weight. Although, she is a little bigger than I am I doubted she would look bad in a bikini. She has short blonde hair, which along with her makeup is always very well kept. She irons even her t-shirts and jeans. That is when you can get her to wear jeans. I have really only seen her in what I would describe a business casual clothes.
I worried that I would be too wild for Steph. I asked Lisa if she would be ok on the trip, especially after Amy agreed to come. Lisa assured me that she had talked to Steph and that she understood that things that went on in the islands were different than at home. Steph had told Lisa she knew all about me. She said. “Whatever Carrie does or wears is her business, but don’t expect me to prance around showing my all to everyone and their brother. And, I can promise her one thing, she’s not going to get me topless.” When Amy and I picked them up, Steph had packed so much that the airline didn’t even notice that two of us had no checked bags.
Soon, we left the
frozen northeastern
“Welcome back, Carrie.” The clerk at the front desk said. I didn’t recognize him, but Lisa did. He was the dive instructor from last time. “How did you remember my name?” I asked. “I always remember guests who stand out. You’re remembered around here, as ‘Carrie can’t keep her clothes on’. The last time you were here changed the entire policy of the resort.” My heart sank. I started to think about where I would be able to buy clothes and how much money I had brought. About that time, a bellhop commented on my lack of luggage. The desk worker looked down and said. “She won’t need them.” I looked back up at her.
“The European owners have decided that most of our resort is now clothing optional. The south wing, it’s beach, and most common areas are clothing optional. We do ask that the north wing and its beach are not nudist areas and that you respect the feelings of the other guests when it comes to common areas. However, since you have come during the off-season, I doubt that you will run into many people that will object to a nudist lifestyle. And, every amenity our resort offers, including the restaurants, tours, and activities, have clothing optional provisions.” Lisa interrupted laughing. “Well when it comes to Carrie, clothing is always an option.” I turned about as red as my sweatshirt.
We found our room after checking in and looked around. The room was basically the same as last time. It had a small kitchen area, a large living room and a bedroom. We flipped a coin to determine who would get the bedroom. Lisa and Steph won. They brought their bags into the room and began to unpack. When Lisa got to her suit she got quite a surprise. “This isn’t my suit. Where is my suit?” She shouted. I had replaced her suit with the one I bought on the Internet. Her suit was still lying on her bed back home. She looked at me and I could tell she was pissed. “What the hell is this?” She asked. “You don’t seriously expect me to wear this dental floss do you?”
Amy stepped in just in the nick of time. “Ok Lisa, Carrie has told me about dares and challenges that you guys have done in the past. So, in exchange for you wearing that bathing suit, you get to pick a payback challenge for us. Plus, we both have the same suit.” She said pointing at herself and me. Lisa thought about it for a few minutes and then came back into the living room. She had the suit in her hand. “All right Carrie, since this place is clothing optional now, wherever you’re allowed to be nude, you will be nude. This flimsy bottom doesn’t count. You can wear it, but not the top, but only where you would normally wear a bikini. As for the hotel room and the pool, you have to remain naked the rest of the trip as long as we are on the resort grounds. Did anybody bring a razor? I can’t wear this suit without one.” Lisa said and walked back into the bedroom.
I stood in the middle of the living room and stripped looking out at the view. Finally back at the beach. Lisa walked back into the living room with her new suit on and said. “I wondered how long it would take she said, or if you were going to lose before we even really got started, Carrie. You didn’t expect me to wear this thing without any consequences did you?” She did a quick spin. The top barley contained her breasts and the bottom was really useless. It did little more than cover her crotch. I had planned on going topless the entire time anyway. So I had quickly agreed to Lisa’s terms.
Amy emerged from the bathroom, and she had discarded her clothes as well. Lisa told her that she didn’t have to strip. Amy said. “It was my idea to swap your suits. So, I will take some of the heat, too. Besides, I just about stripped at the front desk as soon as I heard that this place was clothing optional.” Steph came from out of the bedroom and her jaw hit the floor. She hadn’t heard about Lisa’s suit or our challenge. She walked in and found two fully naked girls and one who might as well be just sitting in the living room like there is nothing going on. “Good grief, I expected maybe topless beaches or something but that’s a little much don’t you think?”
“Let’s hit the beach.” Amy said. I grabbed my suit bottom and started to slide it on. Amy got hers but just put it in a bag. Steph’s suit was practically a one piece consisting of a tankini top and a pair of boy shorts for bottoms. “Damn Steph, I show more skin going to the grocery store.” Amy told her. Steph scoffed. “Apparently you like showing more than that.” Lisa looked at her. “Steph, you knew that on this trip you would have to accept that you would be exposed to nudity, and you agreed that it would be ok.” Lisa added, “because, if you are not comfortable or understanding of this, you are not going to have a good time, and that’s what we’re all down here for.” Steph shook her head that she understood but took a deep sigh as she did.
After Steph’s reaction, I felt a little uncomfortable. I grabbed my suit and stretched the tiny strings over my hips, pulling it up a little higher. With a few adjustments, the little strip of fabric covered my most intimate parts. I did a quick spin in the mirror. Steph said. “I don’t know why you bother with that thing. Your whole ass is showing and its not like that thing is covering anything.” I looked down and she was right. The suit had slid over slightly and half of my lips were hanging out. Amy pulled hers on as well. It covered less than mine. We grabbed our towels and plenty of sunscreen and headed for the beach.
We walked out
into the hall and to the elevator. I
draped the towel over my shoulders and it provided a little coverage over my
exposed breasts. The elevator opened and
a couple about sixty walked out wearing nothing but sunburn. The gentleman kindly let us pass and his wife
grabbed his hand and calmly walked to their door. When we got in the elevator, Amy grabbed the
sides of her waistband and pulled her suit to the floor. “When in
Lisa looked at me and wondered. “What are you waiting for?” I asked her what she meant and she said. “Well, I’m not wearing this thing without you sticking to the your side of the agreement. Wherever you can go nude,” she said pointing at the suit “you’re supposed to be naked.” I protested. “But, you said the suit bottom doesn’t count.” She looked at it. “It might as well not count, Carrie.” Amy said, noticing that I had slipped out again. “You might as well get rid of it.” I pulled down the suit bottom and looped it around my towel. It was amazing that the smallest piece of fabric was so comforting. I immediately turned red and nervous. I felt totally exposed, even though I was for the most part already naked.
The elevator opened and Lisa commented on how flushed I looked. I’d never walked through such a public place like this. Aside from a towel now draped over my arm and a small ankle bracelet, I was naked as the day I was born. Every step my bare feet took along the marble floor sent jolts of electricity pouring through my body and I shivered as the air conditioning hardened my nipples. Amy looked perfectly natural. She didn’t look like it even crossed her mind. She exuded confidence. Even Lisa with the two thirds of her breasts and all of her ass uncovered seemed to not look uncomfortable.
We walked outside and the sun hit my body. Instantly, I felt better about removing the suit bottom. Around the pool several couples and a pair of women were lounging and soaking up the sun. A few had on suits or parts of suits, but most of them were all as naked as I was. We walked over to the activity hut and looked at our options. I felt Lisa give me a nudge and pointed across my face. Behind the counter was a four feet tall poster of Lisa and I on a rope bridge. My arm was holding the railing and the angle of the shot covered my breasts, but it was clear that I was topless. Lisa was behind me covered in dirt and sweat. I had a large scrape. “It must be from the rambo tour last time.” Lisa told me. “What the hell it that?” I yelled at the man behind the counter. He just smiled and laughed. “I thought that looked like you.” Amy said. “I saw that picture in the brochure up in the room, but it was smaller and hard to tell. But, now that I look at the big one, it’s defiantly you.”
I was furious. I stormed into the lobby and demanded an answer. I grabbed a brochure off the counter and waved it in the girl behind the counter’s face. “How could you do this without my permission?” I shouted. Brian, the desk worker that checked us in, came through a door and looked nervously about. He guided me around the counter, through the door and into a long hallway. I looked back and Lisa was trying to catch up to me. “Please don’t shout Carrie. We’ll get this all taken care of.” He said as we walked further down the hall. We stopped at a door and after knocking went inside. “My manager is not in his office, but I will find him and he will get this straightened out.”
Lisa came in as Brian was leaving. We sat patiently in the office. “Damn, it’s cold in here.” Lisa said. I was so amped up on adrenaline that I hadn’t even noticed my own goose bumps. After what seemed like a wait longer than the one at the doctor’s office, the manager walked in with Brian and introduced himself. He sat down behind the large desk and said with a thick accent. “Brian tells me that you have a small problem.” “Hell yeah, I got a problem.” I snarled and flung the brochure on his desk. “What gives you the right to use my picture with out my permission?”
“Actually,” he said. “We did have your permission. First of all, the photo was taken on public land, and anybody can take any pictures they wish. Secondly, in the waivers for all of our activities and just staying in our resort is a clause that we may use photographs of guests taken on tours, common areas, or activities for promotional purposes. And lastly, from the looks of you now, I wouldn’t figure this picture would bother you.” I turned bright red.
“It should comfort you though the brochure and other uses of this picture are only used here on the resort grounds, and we are updating our promotions within the next month. I doubt we will be using this picture again. However, I understand you might be upset about a perceived lack of permission. So, I had Brian pull your waiver forms from the tour this picture was taken on. You can see where I have highlighted is the line regarding pictures. Furthermore, here is your check in form from this morning and you can see the same line somewhere about the middle of the page. If you would like further explanation from our legal team, they could be made available sometime tomorrow. I would suggest though, that if you were concerned about photos of you without clothing, you wouldn’t be sitting here in your current state of dress or undress whatever the case may be.” I sat quietly looking at the papers Brian had handed me.
“There is something we can do though.” The manager said. “You checked in with two other guests’ right?” Lisa told him yes. “Here are passes for all activities, including the pay only ones, four free meal cards, and Brian will get you some paperwork for use of one of our courtesy jeeps for your use during your stay at no charge. I cannot remove your picture, but I can at least make your stay more comfortable.” I sighed and looked up at him as he stood. “It’s all right.” I told him. “You can use my picture or any new ones anyway you wish.” Maintaining total eye contact the entire time, he shook our hands and walked us to the door. As we were leaving, he told me. “Just be glad we didn’t use the one of you playing volleyball in our pool.” I smiled and thanked him.
Once out in the hall, Lisa asked. “Are you really going to let them use a picture of you like that?” I told her. “Any damage has already been done, the brochure was only here at the resort, and besides he gave us all this free stuff. I mean what could I really say sitting in his office butt naked complaining about a picture of me half-naked? At least you brought your towel.” Lisa smiled. “Yeah, you left yours on the counter. Steph and Amy picked it up.” We walked back through the door that was behind the counter. A group of frat guys started giving high fives and shouting to each other as we walked through. “See, I told you this place was going to be the best.” I heard one of them say.
I just ignored them and walked outside. We cut through the pool area and down to the beach. Finally, after being on the island for most of the day my feet were in the sand and the only thing in front of me was the waves, and the day was just about over. We found Amy and Steph sitting on some lounge chairs about fifty feet from the water. I waved and walked past them, straight out into the water. I let the warm surf wash over me. Any stress I had brought down to the island washed away with the warm foaming water.
The water felt luxurious. It’s one thing to swim, which I love. But, it’s a thousand times better when there is nothing to separate you from the water. I felt like a mermaid as I emerged back to the shallower water. There were only a few people out on the beach. I thought about the last time, I swam in that water. It was right before we left. I thought about how far I had come in one week to that point, and how much further I had gone since. But, for the first time since going back home, I felt really free. I’d exposed myself in so many different ways. Ski trips, rollerblading, and water parks were all good, but nothing compared to the way I felt now. Back home, it was all about the thrill, of wearing low cut pants or letting somebody see just a glimpse of skin. Did they really see what they thought they saw? You could see it in their faces. The wonderment of do you think she’s got panties on? Was that a nipple? I walked out of the water and started back up to the beach. Here, there is no wondering, and nobody cares. Of course that’s a nipple and a hell of a lot more.
I walked back over to the girls. “Feels fucking great don’t it?” Amy shouted. “I figured you’d get yourself off, but you weren’t in water long enough.” Steph turned redder than I did. I laughed and said. “It’s not about all that.” Amy grinned and shook her head. “Bull shit; look at your nipples and your pussy. You look hornier than I do and I’m so turned on I could screw a cactus about right now.” Steph turned an even brighter shade of red. I shot Amy a look and she looked at Steph. She nodded she understood. Steph was clearly not as prepared for Amy as she had said she was.
“Here you better put on some sunscreen.” We worked on our tans and ordered drinks every time the waiter came by which seemed to be quite often. By the time we were ready to go upstairs, Steph was the only one sober. We walked back into the lobby, and Brian stopped us with the paper work for the jeep. Lisa suggested we go and get some food and few bottles of rum. We grabbed the keys and were off. None of us heard Brian warning that some parts of the island wouldn’t be as accommodating to nudists. Steph brought the jeep around, and I suggested we go upstairs and get some clothes. Lisa reached in her bag and slid on some shorts. Steph just laughed and said. “You should have thought of that earlier. Besides, Amy said you go to the store with less on than my suit. Let’s see it.”
The jeep wasn’t that great. It did not have a top and the seats were pretty ragged and weathered. It had the logo of the resort on the hood and side. Its bright yellow paint though faded didn’t help in not attracting attention. Not that its occupants didn’t attract enough anyway. I took my towel and folded it to sit on over a large rip on the back seat. Amy jumped in the back with me.
I wasn’t feeling any pain, but I wasn’t smashed either. I finally dug around and found my suit bottom in Steph’s bag, but there wasn’t enough room in the jeep to put it on. I looked for Amy’s but couldn’t find it. She said. “I think I left it on the beach. Just hand me your towel.” “But, what am I going to use for a top?” I asked. We drove a few blocks away from the resort and eventually found a small grocery store. I was relieved when I saw a sign on the door that said beach attire allowed. I hopped out of the back of the jeep and slid the bottom on.
Amy looked at me and said. “I tell you what if you go in topless, so will I.” She took the towel and wrapped it around her waist. Steph smiled at having put us in the situation and said. “I don’t know how you guys do it.” Lisa grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her waist as well. Steph’s suit practically looked like clothes. It was true. I have worn much less just to run to the store, but only on a dare. Steph and Lisa walked in first. We followed close behind. The girl at the counter smiled and waved as we walked in. I just focused on shopping and what I would do in a store at home, fully clothed. Lisa laughed. “I think we need to get you out of the refrigerated section.” We walked though the store getting mostly alcohol and food for long nights of drinking. An older woman just chuckled and continued her shopping as we passed her on an aisle.
We got to the checkout counter and loaded it up with beer, local rum, and sodas. “Amy is that you?” The girl from behind the counter asked. Amy looked at her and asked back, “Krista? What the hell are you doing down here?” For the first time I saw Amy conscious of her nudity. She reached up and covered her breasts with her arm. Krista must have seen the look on my face too. “Don’t worry about that.” She told me. “If I could I’d be right there with you. You know me, Amy. I hate clothes more than you do. Just about everybody down here is easy going that’s why I moved here after I left college.”
Turns out that, Krista and Amy used to be on their high school track team together. Amy told us later that she had lost track of her a few years ago. Krista had been on a trip, fell in love, and moved on. The two of them talked for a while and caught up. Krista asked how long we would be down, and then told us that we should celebrate at her house. She got our number and told us that she would call tomorrow with the details. We thanked her, and as we got our bags she said, don’t forget to wear your swimsuits. Amy opened her towel and flashed her, saying. “What swimsuit?” Krista yelled, “right the fuck on” and clapped, as Amy tossed her towel in a grocery bag.
We loaded the groceries in the jeep and started to leave. As we did a cop car pulled up right behind us blocking us in. The cop got out of the car and walked up to Steph’s door. He looked at us, especially Amy who made no effort to find the towel. “You ladies look like you are having a good vacation, but you should know that even though your resort condones nudity the entire island is not clothing optional.” Steph turned about three shades of green. I think that if she could have climbed in the glove box with the insurance papers she would have. What’s worse, she had the most clothes on. She handed the officer the paperwork. He said as he looked over the papers. “While there is no law prohibiting nudity, we recommend that you stay near the beach. Some of the older folks don’t like it so much.” “What older folks, the woman from the store, asked?” The cop shook his head in agreement and said. “Well next time you guys want to go driving around. At least throw a T-shirt on or something. You are going to cause an accident.”
Steph drove very cautiously, but quickly back to the resort. We had a big bottle of rum out as soon as we were out of the jeep. We all passed it around. Even Steph took a long swig. By the time we were up to the room the bottle was empty. What little buzz I had before we went to the store faded when the cop pulled up, but it was soon back and bigger. Lisa wasn’t feeling so bad either, but didn’t forget to remind me about my thong. I pulled the knot and it fell to the floor as I went to the fridge to put up the beer. I grabbed it with my toes and flung it on top of my suitcase.
“I don’t know how you do it.” Steph told me as she handed cans down to me. “What do you mean?” I responded. “Well look at you. You are squatting down where everyone and anyone can see you, and you act like you don’t even notice.” “Who’s looking?” I asked. “I think you guys have seen everything before, and while I don’t walk around like this everyday when I am at home, I am comfortable. That could be wearing flannel pajama pants and a shirt or nothing at all.” I told her as the cold air from the fridge hardened my nipples. “That’s just it.” She replied. “How is it that you’re comfortable? Amy didn’t even flinch when the cop walked up. I mean I couldn’t even use the restroom in the lobby without checking the door a couple of times.” I looked at her and said. “Steph this is the islands what happens down here stays down here. Amy knew we were nailed, freaking out wouldn’t have helped anything. It might have made it worse. Besides, you just have to be comfortable with yourself.”
“Not with this gut I’m not.” She said. I took her swimsuit top and folded the fabric back a few times to just under her breasts. I took a bottle of rum and poured a couple of shots. Inside my mind I formed a plan. Getting Steph to loosen up would be one part and the other would be getting Lisa to loose her top. I gave a shot to Steph. She didn’t want to take it, but I told her. “I’m doing one, too.” I grabbed the other shot glass and downed it. We downed another shot quickly. “We’re going to a club that let’s us in free if we wear our bikinis. But, yours won’t count if you don’t wear it like that.” I reached down and took her boy shorts and folded them up as many times as I could. I almost got the bottom of her ass to show. “There you should wear your suit like that.”
“No I can’t.”
Steph said. I told her. “Look, that
shot will give confidence and what it doesn’t do these will.” I went over to my bag and got out a set of
brand new ben-wa balls. They were the
biggest ones I had ever bought. I took
Steph into the bathroom, and closed the door.
I told her how she should insert them and she looked at me like I was
insane. “You wear these and I have
another set here.” “How did you bring
these in your carry on?” Steph
asked. “Well that set I had in my bag,
and the screener at the airport wasn’t smiling because she was being
pleasant. She all but took them out and
set them on the table. And the other
set, I said, well they weren’t going to find those in my bag.” “You mean you were wearing them the whole
flight?” Steph asked. “Well, not both flights, the turbulence just
before
Steph cautiously unsnapped her shorts and slid them down to just where a few wisps of hair poked out. “No, you can’t look.” She told me. I told her ok and closed the door behind me. She walked out a few minutes later. “How you doing?” I asked her. She responded. “You mean you can’t tell. I’m shaking so bad I can hardly stand. I came, just putting them in.” I poured her another shot. She thanked me after she downed it. “I think I need to go sit down.” She said.
I looked at Lisa who was watching TV with Amy. “We should walk to the beach shack club. We’ll get in free if we wear our suits, and we don’t have to worry about driving home.” “All right, I see where this is going. You want me to wear that thing you guys keep calling a bikini to a bar.” Lisa said. I nodded and smiled. “Ok, I’m game, but you two have to wear your suits, too.” I told her that we would. I knew Amy wouldn’t care. I tied the bikini on and knotted it, but Lisa didn’t know about the agreement that Steph and I had made. The ben-wa balls were already starting to work and the thong just didn’t cover enough. Amy looked at Lisa. “Well do we at least get to wear a T-shirt or something?” I asked. “If I get to wear shorts.” Lisa responded.
I agreed that Lisa could wear shorts and got my one T-shirt. I had packed the longest one I had, but it still didn’t cover my entire ass. From the back it looked like the shirt was all I had on, and from the front only the slightest hint of color flashed when I moved showing that I wasn’t totally nude underneath. Amy grabbed a shirt, but it was a button down. Instead of putting it on she tied the bottom corners together leaving much of her cleavage and everything below exposed. She took her suit bottom out of Steph’s bag and slipped it on. She got out a tall pair of spike heals that tied on crossing halfway up her calve. Which I must admit looked incredible, as did her ass. They may have looked good, but functionality was definitely lost to form on the sandy path the bar.
We walked slowly to the club along a pretty bad trail, drinking the whole way. By the time we got there we had polished off another entire bottle of rum. We got to the club and the bouncer gladly let us in for free. We walked in and the place was pretty dead. It wasn’t so dead that every guy in the place didn’t mob us as soon as we found a table. They swarmed over us buying us drinks and asking us to dance. I hesitated to go out on the dance floor. After the walk to the bar I had almost climaxed once and I knew that it wouldn’t take but a few minutes of even slow movement to push me over the edge. Steph looked like she was having the time of her life.
We danced for quite a while. The ben-wa balls had driven me to two orgasms and I was getting close to a third. I had to sit down. I kept an eye on Lisa. She had been fighting her top all night, and the more she drank it seemed that the more time went by between her noticing that she was spilling out. I looked at Steph. She was covered in sweat. She also had a very noticeable wet spot on her suit bottoms. We drank shot after shot and pitcher after pitcher. Pretty soon we were all hammered. Lisa was out on the dance floor, and after it seemed that I had waited all night. The top had finally shifted just enough that when she moved her areola was barely peeking out. Then she swayed just right and both of her breasts sprung free. I burst out laughing, and the guys in the crowd started cheering. She didn’t notice until the end of the song.
When she finally did, she shrieked and covered her breasts with her arm as she ran to the bathroom. She all but hit me when Amy and I chased her into the bathroom. I had never seen her this mad. Amy said she would handle it and told me to go find Steph. A few minutes later, they walked out of the bathroom and over to the bar. Amy climbed up on the bar and motioned for us to come over. As soon as everyone noticed her up on the bar, the place erupted and then quieted down just as quickly. Right there with everybody in the world staring at her she did an impromptu strip tease and took off her shirt. Again the place went wild. She handed the shirt to Lisa and the bartender gave her a shot. Lisa didn’t climb up on the bar but she untied the neck strap to her top and then the one on the back.
Hoping to get a look, the mob surged as she pulled off the top. She handed it to the bartender and everyone started cheering. As the bartender held up the trophy and nailed it among the hundreds of other tops and undergarments, Lisa slipped on Amy’s shirt. She looked at me and said. “Your turn. Paybacks are a bitch.” I understood what she meant and grabbed the hem of my shirt. I pulled it over my head. Immediately, it felt like there wasn’t a place on my body that some hand wasn’t trying to grab. I looked at Lisa. She understood immediately. We had to get out of there. I clutched my shirt as several people tried to take it. We made our way over to Steph. Amy was trying to get back to the table but seemed to be having her troubles as well.
Steph was hammered and could hardly walk. I got under one arm and Amy got under the other. Lisa cleared the crowd as best she could. As we were walking I felt someone pinching my nipple. I jerked thinking it was a guy, but they had settled down, and were hardly any around. The only hand near my breast was Steph’s. “You guys are the greatest”. She slurred. “ I love you.” She turned and caressed Amy’s cheek and then kissed her passionately on the lips. Amy was a little stunned, but kissed her back for what seemed to be a few minutes. The whole time Steph seemed to be groping my breast. As a few people noticed us they started to crowd around again. Amy took the lead and eventually we made it out the door.
Once outside in the cool air, Steph gathered her senses. “Oh, my God, What am I doing?” She turned to me. I shied away thinking she was trying to kiss me. She whispered. “It’s these fucking balls. I can’t stop. I can’t control myself. What was it Amy said about a cactus?” We walked further back to the resort, but by the time we could see it we had to stop. I could feel Steph shuddering and she gripped my shoulder hard enough to leave a mark as the ben-wa balls worked their magic again. “I guess it’s the alcohol.” Lisa said. “I’ve never seen her like this. We got to get her home.” As I helped Steph back up from the bench we stopped at, she told me that she had cum more times tonight than she had her entire life.
We
eventually made it back to the hotel room.
Once upstairs, Amy helped Steph to the bathroom. Lisa went straight to bed. As soon as both the doors shut, I took out my
own set of balls, I had fought hard not to make it look like I was in the same
shape as Steph. I almost didn’t react
when I thought she was going to kiss me.
I stood at the kitchen sink and cleaned myself up. The thong was soaked so I washed it, and hung
it near the open balcony door. I looked
in the fridge for a soda, and didn’t hear Amy come out from the bathroom. “I think these are yours.” She said and
handed me the sex toys I had given Steph.
I thought she would say something negative. She laughed.
“What a great fucking idea.” She
said and gave me a hug. I had never felt
another woman’s bare breasts against mine.
“I’m drunk and horny,
Day 2: Tuesday:
I woke up the next morning, exactly how I fell asleep. Amy was still curled up next to me. We hadn’t even bothered to put sheets on the bed, and I felt the warm sunlight across my weary body. I looked at the clock and realized how late it was. I rushed to the bedroom and found a topless Lisa and a bottomless Steph sprawled out on the bed. They, like us, looked like they lay where they fell. I woke up Lisa and told her. “Come, on we have scuba re-certification this morning.”
I dragged her out of bed, hardly stirring Steph. “Oh, shit I don’t have a top.” Lisa said. “Yeah, you gave it away last night.” “You planned this the whole time didn’t you?” She asked. “Well not entirely, but we’ll talk later. Here put a T-shirt on.” I said and threw her my shirt from last night. As we got in the elevator, she asked. “Were you going to wear your bottoms?” I looked down. I didn’t even realize I wasn’t wearing them. “I guess not.” I told her.
We were late, but not too late. We slipped in the back of the area, where Brian was giving a demonstration on safety. The class didn’t take long, and within minutes, we were in the pool. I looked around. I have been the only nude sitting next to the pool, but several people discarded their robes, shirts, towels revealing that I wasn’t the only one there. The water portion took about as long as the class did. Everyone there was an experienced diver.
We got out of the pool and were standing in line to return the equipment. Brian came over to us. “You guys almost missed it.” “Yeah, well we had a rough night last night.” I told him. “I’ll bet,” he said. “Some of the guys are still talking about it. I wish I didn’t have to be at work. What are you doing tonight?” He asked. “I don’t know.” I told him. “Well, I was hoping you would have dinner with me.” Brian said. Lisa joined the conversation. “Are you asking her out, because if you are she accepts?” I looked at her. The water logged T-shirt was offering no coverage. “Why don’t you take that off?” I asked her. Brian asked me to dinner again. I looked at Lisa and told him OK. “ I’ll come by your room at 7.” He said as he walked over to another guest having trouble in with some gear.
We walked inside and Lisa headed straight for one of the shops. The air conditioning was making her shiver and she was dripping all over the floor. I told her again she should take off the shirt, but she wouldn’t. We looked around and of course everything was incredibly expensive. One suit cost as much as all three of the suits we brought down put together. Of course it did consist of more fabric than all three combined. Lisa thought it was beautiful, but couldn’t find anything that was worth it. As we walked out, she laughed. “I don’t know why we looked. It’s not like either one of us have pockets or anything.” I told her. “I know. I felt so strange walking around a room full of clothes without any on.” We went back up to the room, and found both Steph and Amy still sleeping. Amy told us to let her sleep, and Steph just tossed a pillow when we checked on her.
Lisa and I went out on the balcony and decided that they would probably sleep all morning. So, we talked about going snorkeling. We grabbed our towels and Lisa said as we walked back out on the balcony. “You planned this didn’t you?” “What?” I asked, playing innocent. “Me loosing my top.” She answered. “You knew even though my boobs were smaller, I’d fall out of that top.” She squeezed them together her nipples slightly visible through the drying shirt. “Why don’t you take that damn thing off?” I told her. “You’d be a hundred times warmer.” The cool morning breeze was even giving me goose bumps, and Lisa was shivering. “Ok, but there has to be a payback.” She said. “There’s always a payback. What more can I do? I haven’t had any real clothes on for almost 24 hours and it’s not like I can get more naked.”
“That’s what you can do.” She replied. “What?” I asked. “You said almost. I’ll not wear a top, but in return you have to stay nude, not even the suit bottom for the rest of the trip.” “You know I can’t do that.” I told her. “Besides, the cop told us yesterday, not everywhere on this island allows that. And, what about at night? That was chaos at the club last night and we had on thongs. Can you imagine what it would be like if those guys had…?” She stopped me. “Ok, at night, you can wear clothing, but it must be minimal, and if the situation permits, you’ll take off as much as will allow you to be safe. But, during daylight, that rule doesn’t apply. It’s doubtful that many situations we’ll be in that safety won’t be an issue. Just about everything we will do is going to be a resort activity, and they condone nudity. So, for the rest of the trip you can get dressed for one hour each day. If you go over, you have to buy me that suit we saw downstairs.” I agreed to the terms, but added one thing. “All right, but if I make it all the way to Friday, you have to take off your bottom, too.” Lisa thought about it for a few minutes, shook her head, and pulled the shirt up over her breasts. “You’ll never make it.” She said as she wriggled out of the clinging shirt.
She took a towel from a lounge chair and patted herself dry, and surprisingly she didn’t wrap it around herself. She just laid it across the chair back and looked down to the pool area. “It’s almost 9. The snorkel tour leaves in about thirty minutes. I don’t think Amy and Steph are getting up any time soon.” She told me. “You want to go?” I asked her. “Well top or no top, I sure as hell didn’t come here to sleep up in a hotel room all day.” She grabbed the towel and said. “Let’s go.”
We walked down to the beach and waded out to the boat that would take us snorkeling out along the reef. The shallow water was perfect and we could see the bottom of the white sand all the way out. A honeymooning couple, both in swimsuits and clearly only interested in each other, and three college age guys that were clearly only interested in us were on the boat with us. I had lathered up with sunscreen and passed it to Lisa. The whole time their eyes never looked above breast level. They looked like a bunch of dogs panting at a steak. They offered to help and of course we declined. After we had our fill of remarks and innuendo, Lisa and I moved up to the front of the boat. The captain had been listening and told them that they couldn’t go up there. “To many, to many”, he kept saying. The guys turned their attention to the new bride, and telling her she made a mistake with him as they pointed and laughed at her new husband.
After a few minutes of this, I could tell that she was getting pissed. The man was too. He finally stood up and told them that unless they wanted to swim back to the beach they had better shut it. He looked at the captain and told him that he would pay double not to swing around and pick them up if he were to toss one of them overboard. The guys looked at him for a few minutes, not able to tell if he was serious or maybe they could take him. But, they just sat down and helped themselves to a cooler of beer. Even with the guys, Lisa seemed pretty confident in only her thong, but while we were working on our tans at the front of the boat, she spent the entire time on her stomach.
They found the most incredible place to snorkel. We looked at several tropical fish and the coral, but the water was a little rough. After a while the captain told us that we were going to a different location, where the reef would shelter us from the waves a little better. We all got back on the boat, but this time the honeymooners got in the front, leaving us in the back with the now much drunker frat boys. Lisa climbed up first and started to dry off. I climbed up and quickly wrapped myself up in a towel. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of the guy’s hands reach over and pull one side of the ties that held on Lisa’s suit bottom. Lisa shrieked and spun quickly around.
The knot gave way. Her clenched cheeks and the other tie held the flimsy bottom exposing her pussy for only a millisecond before she could cover herself with her towel. I jumped up and threw my towel down and screamed at the guys. “Look motherfuckers. Go ahead and look all you want. If this is what you want to see, then take a good look. Boobs weren’t enough. No, you got to go and try to see more.” About that time the captain stopped the boat. He looked down at me and then to the boys. “All of you better settle down or I’ll have you all arrested.” He turned the boat around and powered it up making a beeline for the resort beach. No one said anything until he ordered us all off the boat. The honeymooners looked very disappointed, but when they got off the boat the woman told me that she was glad I stood up to them. “I’d never have the guts to do what you did.” She told me as we waded onto the beach.
Lisa and I went back up to the room. Amy and Steph were still asleep. Lisa got a dry T-shirt and joined me on the balcony. She thanked me for standing up for her on the boat. I looked down and saw the frat guys messing with some girls by the pool. I picked up the phone and called downstairs for Brian. He had just finished talking to the scuba captain and after he asked me a few questions I told him about the guys down by the pool. He thanked me and hung up. A few minutes later, he and two other men walked over to the pool, and escorted the guys into the lobby. A short time later Brian called me back and thanked me again. Turns out the guys weren’t even staying at our resort. Brian assured me that we wouldn’t see them on resort grounds or tours again. “But, you might see him around town if you leave.” He said that I had a way of attracting attention. He joked that he couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he sure would like to try.
Amy woke up hearing us laugh at the guys getting hauled off. Her hair was a mess and she didn’t cover up with anything. She came out on the balcony with us and asked what was going on. Steph emerged a few minutes later. She was already dressed and showered. I had just assumed that she was in the room asleep. She was wearing a white button up blouse and a pair of jeans. “I called downstairs.” She said. “We’re going horseback riding. The bus leaves in ten minutes, but it looks like you’re already ready.” She said as she handed me my pair of tennis shoes. “I figured that we should get something to eat before we go.” She seemed to be relishing in the fact that I couldn’t put on any clothes. The look on Lisa’s face confirmed my suspicion. Lisa must have told her about the new conditions and the agreement we had made earlier in the morning. Between the two of them they were going to try to put me in the most awkward of situations.
Lisa started to go to the room to get some shorts, but Amy who had gone into the bathroom to get a ponytail holder blocked her path. “Oh no”, she said. “If we are going to go as we are, so are you. Grab only your shoes.” Lisa tried to bargain with her. She pleaded. “The deal is only for Carrie. Your deal still stands. You can wear your suit.” Amy told her that she would wear what ever I was wearing. “If that Carrie goes nude, I will be naked, too. Besides,” she said, “it’s a resort activity, and if I don’t have to get dressed I’m not going to. I want to see how long I can stay naked. You aren’t going to need dares, or deals to keep me from putting on clothes.” She added. Steph broke them and handed Lisa her shoes. “You’re covered anyway, and if they enjoy being nudists so much let them. A deal’s a deal.”
We went downstairs and grabbed some sandwiches from the café on our way to the bus. We were the only ones on. I sat next to the window and Steph took the isle seat. Right before we left, another couple came up and climbed in. We had sat near the back, and they came over and sat right behind us. I hadn’t been paying attention to them until Steph nudged me. I looked up to see penis inches away from Steph’s face. “Oh, sorry about that.” The man said and sat down. And except for a small backpack, an equally nude woman sat down next to him. The bus pulled away from the resort. I looked at Steph. She was trying not to look back at the couple just back and to the side of her. But, her eyes and eventually her head would make there way back to them.
The
two were both in their late forties with the man looking slightly older than
the woman. Both looked like they had
seen a lot of sun over the years. The
woman seeing Steph looking back reached her hand up to Steph and introduced
herself. Like it was nothing she said. “Hello, my name is Dianne.” Steph timidly reached out her hand and shook
the naked stranger’s hand. We all
introduced ourselves. Her husband’s name
was Phillip. We talked with them through
the entire bus ride. After a while, even
Steph seemed comfortable talking to them.
The whole time, they never seemed to notice or care about either their
or our state of dress. They were from
the Midwest and take their sailboat down to the
The bus pulled onto an even rougher road than we were already on. It cut back a few times as we drove back down a large hill. The view from the top was incredible. We pulled through a small gate and onto a dirt lot. A ramshackle fence surrounded the compound. A small frame house stood next to a barn that looked just as weathered as the fence that bordered it. The bus driver just smiled and opened the door. Dianne and Phillip got out first. A younger man who seemingly spoke little English greeted them and told them to wait right there. The four of us got out and stood next to our traveling companions. Another older man came from inside the barn. Both of the men took one look at us and gave devilish grins. I wasn’t sure if we ought to get back on the bus or not. With what little Spanish I know I deciphered what the older man was saying. I made out something like. “I told you all the damn tourists would be worth the hassle.”
Steph looked at the men very nervously. She backed up as far as she could away from them. It took her a few seconds to realize that my breasts were against her back, and that she had backed me all the way up to the closed bus door. From the ass prints I left on the glass, I am certain that the bus driver got one hell of a view. Amy pushed her way around Lisa and in front of Dianne, and started speaking in Spanish to the two men. She looked to us and said follow me. They led us to a small table where an open cooler that held beer, soda, and water bathing in ice. All six of us took water. It had warmed up considerably on the hour-long bus ride and we were all soaking with sweat. Steph’s sports bra was clearly visible though her thin white shirt.
After a few minutes, the older man brought out three horses and the younger did as well. They tied them to a fence right near where we were standing. The man walked over to us and pointed to the horses. “You didn’t put on your sunscreen.” Phillip said to Dianne. He took off the backpack and laid it on the table. Then I remembered we didn’t bring any sunscreen. We left so quickly we didn’t bring anything. Dianne must have realized this, as well. “You girls need to put some on too.” Phillip had a handful of sun block and spread it all over Dianne’s back. “You want me to put some on you guys after I finish her?” He asked nonchalantly. Amy turned and told him sure, and started spreading some on her front.
I watched out of the corner of my eye. Phillip and Dianne must have been nudists for quite some time. His penis barely twitched as he spread the sun block all down to the top of her ass. I declined the assistance and after we had all sufficiently protected ourselves from the hot southern sun we were ready to go. Of course not with out making the horse guides day. While Phillip may have had full control of his faculties, the bulge in the guide’s tight jeans clearly proved he did not.
So, counting the guide, two fully clothed, one wearing only a T-shirt, and four nudists mounted their horses and after a few adjustments we were ready to go. The stiff leather felt odd against my bare legs, and gave quite an erotic feeling as the saddle brushed my pussy with even the slightest move by the gentle mare beneath me. The only problem I did have was as the horse moved my unrestrained breasts bounced to the point I had to hold the reins with one hand and use the other arm for support across my chest. I looked at Steph’s sports bra almost enviously. Lisa on the other hand was having much more rough time. From the time she was mounted, she fidgeted with her shirt for the entire ride. In addition to the shirt offering no support in the breast department, it constantly rode against her thighs and tightened up over her ass, covering nothing. But, the T-shirt was nothing compared to her tiny g-string. The flimsy fabric twisted and bunched with every move. She would pull to one side only to have it bunch on the other. It had to be terribly uncomfortable.
The ride itself was incredible. They led us through a palm forest and across a postcard perfect sandy beach. Splashing through the surf was the perfect way to cool off from the scorching sun. It was enhanced by humor I found by Steph’s jeans being soaked and within minutes Amy and I had nothing to hold the cool water, but nothing to keep us from being dry by the time we had reentered the forest. Never leaving the wide and smooth sandy trail, we pressed on though some densely wooded area. Along the way, we saw hundreds of different birds and small wildlife. Being naked really made me feel like I was one with nature. It’s cliché and corny, but very true. I was really beginning to feel like a true nudist. Not just an exhibitionist, but also somebody that feels more comfortable without clothing. I knew that I had to be more comfortable than either Steph with her soaked jeans or Lisa with her suit that she was fighting it more than I ever did with my suits last trip.
The trail ended in a small clearing that opened up to a clear fresh water pond and small creek. Clearly prepped beforehand a small table held towels and another ice chest full of wine, beer, soda, and water. A small corral sided the pond. The guide led us over to the gate where he helped us remove our saddles and walked the horses into the fence where cool water awaited them as well. He was noticeably more helpful to Dianne, Amy and I. I can’t imagine why. In fact, after bushing against Amy’s breasts for a third time, she shoved him out of the way and finished the task herself. He told us in broken English that we could swim and help ourselves to the drinks and then he retired to a small shack near the corral.
After grabbing a bottle of wine, Dianne and Phillip made their way towards the woods, while the four of us just gathered around the ice chest. It was our first time to really talk, since we had been riding single file since we had started. Amy spoke first. “You’re going to have to take that thing off.” She pointed to Lisa’s shirt covered suit bottom. “It’s not designed for that. It has to hurt like hell and it could break a string.” I spoke up, seeing an opportunity to try to get Lisa naked. “You know if it does break, you don’t get to buy a new one. You’ll just have to go without.” Lisa looked down and thought for a minute. “Well for now I’ll keep it on, but your right. I can’t break a string. Now, though, I’m going swimming.” She grabbed the bottom of the long T – shirt and within seconds tossed it on the ground as she splashed her way into the pond. Amy and I followed closely splashing and giggling like preschoolers as we made our way to the middle.
We played in the water for a few minutes, when Lisa noticed Steph on the side of the pond watching us. “Come on Steph.” She shouted. Steph told us she didn’t wear a swimsuit. “Well swim in your bra and panties.” Amy shouted back. “No I can’t do that.” She looked down and almost like she could cry. Amy swam back up to the edge and climbed out. Lisa and I couldn’t hear all of what they were saying, but I did hear Steph say. “What about the guy?” To which Amy told her. “Fuck the guy. I promise with all the skin we’re showing he won’t even notice you. See watch.” She said, “he’s not even looking”, and turned towards the shack grabbed both of her breasts and rubbed them against each other. She followed by spreading her legs and leaning back a bit and waved her hand Vanna White style over her every inch of her wide-open pussy.
“Look, if any red-blooded guy had been watching us they’d be crashing though that door right now. Don’t you think?” Steph was shocked. Hell, I was shocked, and there’s not a lot that Amy could do to shock me. But, it got the intended results. Steph timidly unbuttoned her blouse. It was no secret about her sports bra. The shirt was so soaked with sweat that anybody could not just see it though the shirt, but most would have been able to tell what brand it was. She folded it neatly and hung it on the back of a nearby chair. She took a deep breath followed by a long sigh. After removing her shoes and socks she stood and started to unbutton her jeans. She looked at Amy and then up to the small shack. She grabbed the waistband and slid the still damp denim over her thighs. She stood up straight again revealing something almost, but not nearly as dramatic as shocking as Amy’s wild display a few minutes earlier. She wore a black lace mostly see through thong panty, that was only slightly bigger than Lisa’s swimsuit bottom. None of us spoke and Steph ran straight into the pond trailed by Amy.
We played and swam for quite a while. Eventually, the guide came back out of the shack rubbing his eyes and looking like he had taken a long nap, to bad for him. He walked over to the table and got some water then called us back saying it was time to go. Phillip and Dianne reemerged from the woods and went straight to the pond. The sly grins weren’t nearly as telling as the sticks, sand and leaves still stuck to her back as to what they had been up to. Steph nudged Amy. “You have to go get it.” She said. Amy told her “all right” and walked straight up to the guide and asked him for a couple of towels. After he handed her one she walked back to the pond and held them out to Steph. Steph grabbed one and while still in shoulder depth water wrapped it around her waist. She walked a little out of the pond and quickly wrapped the other around under her arms. She looked so ridiculous as she gathered her clothes and scurried behind some bushes that even Lisa didn’t care about the guide. Lisa calmly scooped up her shirt off the ground, walked over, dried off, slipped her shirt back on, and in the same motion pulled off her suit bottom. She hung it on the horn of her saddle, much like it’s other half hung in the bar the previous night.
Once everyone was set, the ride back to the stable was along the same trail, and largely uneventful. We returned the horses to the older man and re-boarded the waiting bus. The bus driver greeted each one of us with chilled towels and a frozen drink. The way back, we were all pretty tired. Amy and I were sitting next to each other. “Did you see what Steph had on under her jeans?” She asked. We talked for a few minutes about how Lisa was loosening up and that I should keep on that and that Amy would try to bust Steph out of her shell.
Dianne overheard us and started a conversation with Steph. Dianne asked Steph why she wrapped a towel around herself while still in the water. “All the other people would see me”. “What other people? Us?” Dianne responded. “You worry too much about what other people think. Did you see that guy we just went past eating a sandwich? Did he have mayo on his sandwich? Did you even notice what he was wearing? Do you care? Did you even notice him at all? Do you think he noticed us? A busload of naked women just went by and he didn’t even look up.”
“That doesn’t make a difference.” Steph told her. “I don’t have perfect perky breasts and nobody wants to see every bit of cellulite I lug around here and here.” She said patting her thighs and stomach. “Who cares what they want to see, or not see?” Dianne responded. “You have to accept who you are and be happy with it. You’re not fat, but you think that’s what others see. So, you make yourself believe that you are. You’re focusing on the negatives of the way you see yourself. So you might have a few curves and big breasts. Instead, think voluptuous and people pay thousands of dollars to get size d breasts that are anything but natural. You have to quit worrying about what everybody else thinks. They’re all to busy worrying about what everyone thinks about them.” Dianne told her.
“Well thank you very fucking much; I didn’t see in the brochure that this vacation came with free psycho fucking analysis, Dr. Freud.” Steph shot back. “No, I didn’t mean it that way.” Dianne quickly answered. “You don’t have confidence in your own body. So you project that onto other people.” Dianne said pointing to her own stomach. “They’ll think I’m fat. They’ll think I’m skinny. They’ll see all my wrinkles and veins. They’ll look at these stretch marks. Hell honey, I’ve had three kids I’ve earned every damn one of these wrinkles, veins, and stretch marks. You see that’s confidence. You’re friend here doesn’t have a problem with that. I mean even I wouldn’t spread my legs and display myself to some stranger like I was the new model corvette. Although, you probably made that young guide’s year back there. But, that’s confidence.”
“Let’s try
something.” Dianne told her. “Take of your jeans.” “No way.”
Steph told her. “We all saw you
without them earlier.” “Not your
husband.” Steph responded. “You see.
That’s what I’m talking about.
What do you care what he thinks?
What makes you think he’d even be interested in your legs or your frilly
underwear. Those jeans can’t possibly be
comfortable. They’re drenched, and after
riding like that your legs have to be rubbed raw.” “Here”, she said, “take this towel and wrap
yourself in it, when we get to the resort, but not until then.” “No.” Steph told her. “Why don’t you take your well-earned stretch
marked ass back to your seat?” Steph
yelled at her fighting back tears. “Just
do it.” Dianne demanded sharply. The conversation was getting heated, and I
had never even heard Steph curse at all, much less cuss somebody out. “Fine” Dianne said. “This is the
Then for the first time Phillip spoke up. “Dianne quit trying to convert the puritans.” Dianne retreated to her original seat and no one spoke for the rest of the ride back. I had remained silent the whole time, but through the course of the conversation found myself becoming more uncomfortable with my own nudity. Just when I was feeling good and beginning to call myself a nudist, someone pushes Steph and ironically ends up pushing someone totally different away from her goal. I don’t exude self-confidence, but through exposing more and being naked for longer periods of time was building it. I found myself clutching a towel against my breasts, and even after we pulled up to the resort I wrapped the towel around myself and didn’t take it off until long after we had gotten back to our room. I wondered if Amy would be able to get Steph to loosen up, now. Dianne had pushed to hard, maybe pushed all of us to hard. Amy had gotten Steph to take off her jeans and swim, and Steph did loosen up around us this afternoon. But, if Amy was going to break Steph out of her shell, I wondered how much had Dianne just undone?
After we got back up to the room, Steph immediately went to the room and shut the door. Lisa followed her and then came back out quickly. “She’s crying her eyes out in there. She told me to get out.” Amy told us she would go talk to her. Lisa reminded me that Brain would be by in a few minutes for our date. I ran and jumped in the shower. While I was cleaning up Lisa must have let him in. I came out of the bathroom and he was sitting on the couch. “Do you ever wear clothes?” He asked. Lisa responded. “Not on vacation, and only when she has to at home.” I glared at Lisa for playing up how much of a nudist I really was. I grabbed a sundress that buttoned up the front and put it on. For the first time ever I had been naked for over 24 hours, if you don’t count that thong.
I straightened the front of the sundress and made sure one more time that my nipples weren’t poking through the fabric, which was odd just seconds ago my date got a clear look at them and everything else. I told Lisa that I wouldn’t be out too late, slipped on my sandals headed for the door. Brian was amazed at how quickly I was ready to go, and I assume clearly pleased about the fact I had no panties on. I told Lisa not to wait up and shut the door. Brian escorted me downstairs and to the lobby where his modest sedan waited for us. We talked a little on the way downstairs, and immediately knew we had little in common except this island and diving, but I decided to make the most of it.
Brian took me down near where the grocery store we had been the previous day to a very nice restaurant. They had unbelievable pasta. It seemed most of the patrons and servers knew him and we were very well taken care of. The meal was good, as was the wine selection. Brian was for the most part a gentleman. For the first time since just after arriving, fabric rubbing my slightly sunburned nipples caused them remain constantly hard. We had a whole bottle of wine, and by desert it was starting to take effect. Brian asked me if I wanted to go to a club, and I told him that after last night I wanted to take it easy. He asked what happened and I told him about, Lisa’s top and everything else that happened after Amy had gotten on top of the bar.
Brian paid for the meal, and we left. Brian suggested we walk on the beach. He said there was a perfect spot near his house. I told him that there was no way and that if he wanted to walk on the beach, we’d do it at the resort or not at all. He looked stunned for a minute, and then understood. “Yeah, it’s not like you’re in your own town or something.” He reacted better than I thought he would have, but that didn’t change the fact I wasn’t going to go to his house. We went back to the resort and walked out to the beach.
We took off our shoes and wandered around on the sand for a little bit. The soft moonlight lit the surf well, and I told him lets go swimming. I had drunk enough wine to be a little more agreeable on more familiar turf. I figured he’d already seen me naked a half dozen times now. What would be so different now? So, I unbuttoned my dress and started to peal it off my shoulders. But, I stopped there, letting it hang, my breasts holding it open so he could see my whole front. He just stood there motionless. “I told him come on.” But, he replied he didn’t have a suit on. He said. “No, I’m not going to, but go ahead and take your dress off and….” I stopped him there, and started getting pretty pissed off. “Oh, I get it. It’s all right if I get naked and go swimming. It’s all right for you to ogle me.” “No,” he said. “I just figured you being a nudist and all, you’d want to…” I cut him off again. “Oh, now I’m a nudist. You just figured I wanted to be what, one with nature? No, you just want to look at my tits and ass. So, here they are. Here’s my tits”, and I grabbed them and rubbed them together. “ And, there’s my ass.” I flipped the back of my dress up and walked away, leaving him standing on the beach. I didn’t let the back of my dress drop until I got back to the lounge chairs with our shoes.
I walked back to the building, my dress still flowing open as I quickly walked though the lobby, and saw the old lady we had seen on the elevator just after arriving. “Good going sweetie.” She told me. “Even at my age I have to deal with the perverts.” I hadn’t realized it, but there were several people near us when we were on the beach. She must have seen me, or at least been within earshot. I was still pretty pissed off. So, I stopped at the small bar before going back up to the room. No one was in there, but the bartender, and I had my dress buttoned before he even noticed that I had come in. I mean just when I start accepting being a nudist and beginning to truly enjoy not having clothes on more than being clothed, people have to get under my skin and ruin any good feelings I had built up. Brian was only interested in one thing. Dianne was trying to promote a lifestyle. The word lifestyle still seemed a strange word to me. But having fabric draped over my breasts and bunching under my rear as I climbed up onto a barstool started to feel just as strange.
I had quite a few drinks before going up to the room and by the time I got up to the room I was pretty much hammered. But, I was not nearly as drunk as Lisa was. She wore only a shirt held by one or two middle buttons exposing her belly, shaved pussy and on down to her toes. “Hey,” she slurred, stumbling trying to give me a hug. “How come you got you’re clothes on? You’re supposed to be naked.” “What?” I asked her. “You’re in the room, man. You got to get naked so I don’t have to walk around like this.” See she giggled. “I’m naked.” I hadn’t seen Lisa this trashed for years. I didn’t see Steph or Amy at all.
I walked further
into the room and told her looks like you guys had a good time. I looked around. Beer bottles, half full bottles of booze, and
an empty pizza box littered the floor like it was a
Lisa helped me fold out the bed and I asked her, more watched me do it. “So, did I miss a huge party or what?” I asked her. “No” she told me, “just us.” She looked like she was about to pass out. “How was your date?” “I’ll tell you about it tomorrow.” I told her. I turned off the porno and got into bed. Lisa climbed into bed with me. I felt her shirt brush against my back. Then she draped a leg over mine pulled herself up over me and kissed me. I could feel her warm wet pussy on grinding into my outer thigh. Stunned, I gently pushed her away told her to go to sleep. In the dark it was hard to tell her expression, but she did as she was told, flopping back to the other side of the bed. I stayed awake for quite a long time thinking about everything from nudism and the people around me, like Lisa. “What the hell was that all about?” I’m certain Lisa was out seconds after hitting the pillow.
Day 3: Wednesday:
The simultaneous knocking on the door and the phone ringing woke me. Lisa didn’t stir. So, I got up and opened the door and then went and answered the phone. The concierge walked in the open door and set down a large bouquet of flowers. He stood around waiting for me to finish my call supposedly to have me sign for them, or get a tip. But, I really think he was just trying to spend more time staring at Lisa’s exposed ass, from where I had flipped up the covers getting out of bed. I waved for him to come over to me on the phone and I guess he never realized until that moment that I was more naked than Lisa was. He was so flustered he just pointed at his clipboard and then the door, said thank you and walked out.
The phone call was from Krista. She told me that she and her husband were going to have a party that night and wanted to know if we would like to come. I told her sure, and asked her if we needed to bring anything. She told me no, that everything was taken care of, just plan to swim, eat, and have a good time. I told her we didn’t have tops to our suits. She said that’s ok I don’t own a suit, and that the way we came into the store would be perfectly appropriate at her house. “This is the islands man. Relax.” She said. I told her thanks, and hung up relieved. I didn’t tell her that the condition Lisa had made and that I couldn’t even wear the bottom of my suit anymore.
I looked at the flowers. They were very beautiful. I was reading the card when Lisa woke up. She went straight over and started some coffee. “From the looks of that, you must have had a good date.” She told me. “No” I replied, and handed her the card. “So he’s apologizing for what?” I told her how the date went and how I stormed off. She said I needed to call him and handed me the phone. I called Brian and thanked him for the flowers. He explained how he couldn’t swim last night, because he could get fired, and he never asked guests out on dates. “That could get me fired, too.” He said. I apologized for going off on him, but explained to him that even if we were at home it still wouldn’t work out. He said he understood. I thanked him for dinner and he told me that if we needed anything the rest of our stay just let him know.
Lisa dug around and found a pair of shorts and slipped them on. We sat down and drank a cup of coffee. “So, what the hell happened here last night?” I asked her. “Not much, most of it’s a blur really. We were hanging out drinking and eating dinner, and by the time we were ready to go out none of us were in any shape to drive. So, we drank some more and started playing cards. You think Steph’s a lesbian?” She asked out of the blue. Before I answered she said. “She doesn’t go out with many guys, and she got pretty damn affectionate with Amy last night.” “Well, you kissed me.” I told her. “And, what happened to your pants last night?” She had a confused look on her face. “No I didn’t. Did I? Really?” She rattled off, replaying it in her mind. “Yeah, really.” I told her. “As far as Steph goes, I think she just gets crazy when she’s drunk. I mean when we went to the bar; I figured it was the ben-wa balls that made her horny. Maybe it was the booze. What makes you ask?” “We started playing poker with the looser downing a beer or a shot, but it wasn’t long before we were all wasted, so we started playing for dares. I had to do a striptease, and lost my pants permanently a few hands later. Anyway, it just got wilder and wilder, and ending up with Amy daring Steph to watch a porno and act out the scenes, on her. It was pretty fucking crazy.” “Well,” I told her, “I’m pretty sure Amy is bisexual, and it is the islands. What goes on down here stays down here.” Lisa laughed. “Yeah there was a lot of going on down there.”
Steph came out of the room completely naked and looking like a train wreck. She quickly went straight into the bathroom. A few minutes later, she came back out with a towel loosely wrapped around her and went straight back into the bedroom. Amy came out seconds later, jokingly walking like a zombie. “Coffee, I need coffee.” She said. “That girl can sure wear you out.” She said rubbing the top of her engorged lips. “If I wasn’t still so drunk I think I’d still be in there.” I was slightly uncomfortable with the discussion and the way Lisa was staring down into her cup, I assumed she was as well. So I changed the subject.
“What do we want to do today? If we don’t get our names on a list we won’t be able to do anything but hang out on the beach.” I told them. “Well, call down to your boyfriend and get him to get us on a list for something.” “First off,” Lisa said. “He’s not her boyfriend. Secondly, would you stop rubbing your pussy at the table? I’m ok with all the nudity, but I don’t need that with my breakfast.” Amy turned stark red. “Oh, my God, I’m so sorry.” She said whipping her hands out of her lap. “I’ve just been so damn turned on since we’ve gotten here. I wasn’t even paying attention.” “It’s all right.” Lisa told her. “Just don’t masturbate with me as an audience.” Jokingly, I rubbed my nipple as I got up to use the phone. “Oh, Lisa, you know you like to watch.”
After waiting a few minutes, Brian came back to the phone wanting to know if we wanted to go on the drunk tour or the cave tour. I asked the girls which one. “Steph would probably veto the drunk tour.” Amy said. “Since she’s going to be hung over all day.” We decided on the cave tour, and got on the drunk tour list for the next day. It was late in the morning, but not that late. Lisa and I went down to the beach and worked on our tans for quite a while. Nothing real eventful, but afterwards I noticed that the last remnants of any tan lines had faded away. It left me with a perfect tan again. Something that I had wanted since we had left this place last time.
We ate lunch and on the way upstairs to get Steph and Amy we saw Brian. I talked to him about the date, and he was ok about everything. I thanked him again for the flowers, and he complemented me on my tan. He told us that there were thunderstorms forecasted for the afternoon. Lisa asked him if they were still planning to do the tours. He told us that it was supposed to be quick moving storm, and that it may miss the island completely. “The tours will go on as scheduled, but the guides and any staff member can decide at any point to stop or cancel any activity they feel are unsafe.” “You shouldn’t worry, though.” He added. “I’ll bet it won’t even rain long enough to settle the dust.” We told him thanks and got on the elevator.
“How’d that go for you?” Lisa asked. I asked back. “What do you mean?” “Well,” she said, “you just stood there and held a ten-minute conversation with a guy you cussed out for wanting to see you naked, while standing there naked.” “No, it’s different.” I told her. “How?” She asked. “If I am already naked then I’m a nudist, and it’s not about sex.” I answered. “If I’m out on a date and he wants to get me naked. Then it’s all about sex.” “That doesn’t even make sense.” She told me. “Of course it’s about sex. Or sexual excitement at least.” She said. “Even, I’m getting to like the excitement and the tingling feeling on my skin knowing that everyone is looking at me and for the most part I keep a towel around me.” “No,” I told her “nudism is not supposed to be about sex.” “Oh yeah? Well tell that to your nipples.” She laughed. “Well, ok.” I replied. “I have been extra horny since we got here, but not crazy horny like Amy.” “Yeah, tell her it’s not about sex.” She added. “Promise me you won’t frig yourself right out in the open.” Lisa pleaded. “I doubt you have to worry about that.” I said as the doors opened.
Amy and Steph were ready to go soon after we got back upstairs. Amy was much quicker than Steph of course. Steph did put on a pair of shorts over her suit, but wore only the top. Lisa skipped the shorts, wearing only the thong. She had her t-shirt, but didn’t put it on until we got to the bus. There were not that many people on the tour with us. The guide, an older couple, and two other women, all of them kept to themselves. If they noticed Amy and I, they didn’t say anything. The clouds were starting to darken, but the bus driver assured us we’d be fine. He drove us out further than the horseback-riding place, and down another winding road, if you could call it a road. It was like riding on the moon. In fact I’m not so sure that some of the craters were deeper than the ones on the moon. We got to a large gravel parking lot and the bus driver let us out. The guide called on his radio one more time to check the weather and then said, “let’s go”. It had started to rain lightly as we started out. Just before we left, Lisa tossed her shirt back on the bus. I don’t want it to get soaked. Steph did the same with her shorts.
The tour was similar to last time, but we weren’t allowed to go off on our own. The guide led us though the first set of tunnels. The water was only waist deep, but it was pretty cool. As we were getting close to the end though the water had risen to just above my navel. The guide noticed this as well. He told us that he would assess how the conditions were before we went into the next one and if he didn’t like it we would take a trail back up to the road. We all understood. Nobody wanted to be trapped under a big rock with water rushing in. We got back into a lagoon at the end of the first cave. Although rocks around us were stopping the waves, the sea was noticeably rougher than when we went in.
The guide went up to the entrance to the second cave, but didn’t like the looks of it. We cant go on he said when he got back to the group. He pointed to a clearing on the shore. “We’ll swim over there, and take that trail back up to the road.” I didn’t really see a trail, but no one said anything and we all swam to the small strip of sand protected by a very thick wooded area. It was too small to be called a beach. The brush butted right up against the shallow water, leaving only about a foot of dry land. The rain was really coming down now, and everyone knew the gravity of the situation without saying a word.
We stood in the water as the guide tried several times to use a cell phone to contact the resort. Cell reception was spotty at best on the resort grounds, and out in the middle of nowhere, it was not worth trying. The wind was picking up and we were starting to see lightening. The guide eventually gave up on the phone and told us we should get out of the water. The rain mixed with the wind stung as it hit my body. He looked at the trail, and motioned for us to follow him. I joked with Lisa that we were getting two tours in one. She only let out a small chuckle. Clearly, no one was having a good time.
The
trail was rocky and small. It was also
very steep in places. Several times we
had to help each other up over fallen trees, rocks and other obstructions. I felt like I was on Survivor. In a way, it was really turning me on. Amy noticed my swollen nipples. I shrugged it off as being cold and took her
had as she pulled me up a steep sandy hill.
The wind was bad, but the rain made climbing very difficult. A good handhold meant only giving up a good
place to stand. It wasn’t climbing the
That is exactly what happened to Steph and I. I was trying to help her and she slipped. She fell down and in the process took me down to my knees. Amy came over to help us both up. Then the ground beneath me gave way. Amy held onto a tree. But, with Steph’s feet first and me going down face first, she and I slid clutching each other’s arms twenty feet or more down the steep embankment, stopping only when my hip and side crashed into a tree. It hurt, but not terribly. We were not moving that fast. Had we been, though, it could have been a very bad accident.
Once, I caught my breath both of us were still gripping the other’s arm hard enough to leave marks. I started laughing. “What on earth are you laughing at?” Asked Steph. ‘I thought you swore we’d never get you to go topless.” I said laughing so hard I could hardly get the words out. We were both still just lying there, but she looked down at her chest. Her top was wrapped around her neck, and her breasts were covered in a thick layer of mud. She didn’t say anything, but pulled the top back down. It had a two-inch hole in it. She wasn’t exposing anything, but the top was ruined. Amy, Lisa and the guide made it down to where we had landed. After making sure we were safe and had no major injuries we started climbing back up the hill. Once we got back to where we were, before falling, we looked back down. We realized that we were lucky we hit the tree that we did. It was the only solid thing between us and a jagged boulder further down the hill.
Eventually we all made it up the hill to a small dirt road. We followed the guide a little way down the road to an intersection with a paved road and a small shack like store. The rain showed little signs of letting up, but did little to wash all the mud off of us. Every one of us looked like we had been in the jungle for weeks. Amy, Lisa and I fared a little better with no suit or cloth to stain and hold the mud. The guide went into the store and called the resort, coming back out a few minutes later saying that the bus would be here when it could get here. “But,” he added, “the roads here are not like in the states. With this weather, it may be a while before he can get here.”
The two women, I think they were schoolteachers, went into the store. I didn’t have pockets or money so I stayed outside. Steph and Lisa went inside a few minutes after the ladies. The shopkeeper quickly ran them out. He pointed at Steph. “You ok.” He said. “You, you and you outside, no in store.” He shouted pointing at Lisa, Amy and I. “No shirt, no buy.” Shockingly, it didn’t bother me. Even more shocking was Steph’s reaction. “If they’re not allowed to come in neither will I. I would have spent a lot of money, too.” If she had money, I don’t know where she would have kept it, but it sounded good. He just shrugged his shoulders and went back inside.
The man on the tour with us came over. “That’s probably his wife sitting over there behind the counter. She’s been starring daggers at you guys through that window since we walked up.” “Well, fuck her then.” Steph said looking though the window. “If she can’t accept my friends for who they are, then she’s a bitch and her husband is a pussy.” Even Amy was taken aback. Then she grabbed the top of her suit and pulled it over her head, walked over to a rain gutter and washed the mud off it and her breasts playing it up I’m sure for the shopkeeper’s wife. Not that she could see her on the side of the building, but it certainly made an impression on me. It was a 180-degree turn around. Even when she was though with her outdoor shower, she didn’t put the top back on until the bus came bouncing down the road about an hour later.
By then, Steph had calmed down a bit. I asked her what was so different than the day before. “Number one” she said, “I had to get that mud off of me. I kept thinking there might be bugs or something crawling around on me. Two, they”, pointing inside the store, “ought to have a little common courtesy. What if we had been though a plane crash or something? And lastly, I gotten to accept the way you guys dress or don’t dress I guess and its not so bad. So if you can’t accept my friends then you cant accept me. Amy told me last night that I looked pretty damn fine naked, and you didn’t do anything to embarrass me when I came out of the room this morning. Yesterday, that woman was trying to force something on me, and when I’m made to do something versus making a choice to do something. Well, choices are always easier to swallow aren’t they? She was right about one thing. I do lack confidence, but you, Lisa and Amy are showing me that I got nothing to be afraid of.”
I asked Amy what she had told Steph the previous night. She told me. “Steph is just like us that she is really wanting to have a good time down here she’s just scared.” “Like us?” I asked. “No, not exhibitionists. But, she wants to have new experiences down here and enjoy a more, a more…” She struggled for the words. “Something different than the way things are back home.” I said. “Yeah, something like that. She just wants to have a good time. She wants to let her hair down. She’s just been taught her whole life not to. She wants more freedom to do what she wants.” “Yeah,” Steph added popping her head over. I didn’t even know she was listening. “If that means I flash my tits or get drunk as hell, that’s my choice. This is the islands and short of something that’ll get us thrown in jail, I’ll do anything I damn well please. And, last I checked nudity and drunkenness are almost encouraged around here. You’re here to have a good time, and so am I.”
The road back to the resort was worse than on the way out. Once back on the main road fallen palm leaves and steam from the afternoon sun filled the road back to the resort. Several members of the resort staff making sure we were all ok greeted us. “You guys look worse than the rambo tour group that came in a few minutes ago.” Brian said. We all went upstairs and Steph got in the shower first, followed quickly by Amy. I just sat there with dried mud flaking off my bare skin. Eventually, Steph and Amy both came out of the bathroom and said that they were going to go shopping for a new suit for Steph. Steph said they would wait if we wanted to go. Lisa told them she was going to take a nap, and I told them to go ahead as well. I didn’t want to use up all my clothes time for the day, before we left for Krista’s party. Amy remained nude, but did put a pair of shorts and a T-shirt in her purse. “Just in case we get too far from the resort.” She said.
I took a shower. Lisa must have really been tired; because by the time I was finished she had fallen asleep on the couch. I didn’t wake her and went downstairs. I didn’t see Amy or Steph, so I went to the spa area. I looked at the prices and although they were higher than back home they weren’t outrageous. But for the second time in the day not having money on me or anything else for that matter, I started to leave, and the girl behind the counter called out to me. I told her that I didn’t bring any money, and she told me that it was billed to the room, and I didn’t need cash. I told her the room number and she said. “You didn’t need money anyway. According to the computer, it’s complementary for you and your guests.” I asked her how that was possible. She said we had been upgraded on the first day of our stay. “It doesn’t say why, but the manager is the one who made the change. So, then what can we get for you?” She asked. I looked at the list of treatments available. “Our hair stylists don’t have any openings this afternoon, and since you are already well shaven waxing won’t be possible.” She said the first mention that she even noticed I was in here nude. Well a massage would be nice, and maybe something with my nails. I said skipping over the seaweed wraps and other wholelistic nature thing. “Pedicure or manicure?” She asked. “Both”, I answered.
They give you a
plush robe when you enter. I didn’t
think that counted as clothes and wrapped myself in the luxurious cloth. It was mostly open while they worked on my
nails. I’m sure it gave the girl working on my feet a view. They finished my nails quickly, and then
showed me to a door leading outside. I
walked out onto a small beautiful, almost
After she was finished I felt like Jell-O. I thanked her and started back up the beach to the spa. I felt like a goddess. My skin shimmered as I walked from the oil covering me head to toe. I got to the bench where I had left the robe but it was no longer there. The girl from the counter greeted me at the door. She showed me to a huge tile shower and said that after I had showered I could relax in the steam room. I told her that I couldn’t possibly relax more, but showered and dried off. I noticed a fresh robe had been placed next to my towel, but left it reemerging in the waiting room nude. She thanked me and gave me a menu card with the list of services. “For your friends”, she said.
Lisa was finishing her shower when I got back upstairs. A little bit later, Amy and Steph came in. Steph was very excited about her new suit. As soon as Lisa came out of the bathroom, Amy told Steph to show us her suit. Steph started to go back to the bedroom to change. “No, here.” Amy said. Steph looked back at Amy for a second, and Amy just nodded. Steph turned back around and pulled off her shirt revealing she wore no bra. She timidly tugged the waistband of her shorts and slid them down past her knees. She did not have on panties either. “What happened to your underwear?” I asked. “Amy took them from me. They are in the bag.” Steph replied.
Amy dug around in the bag and produced Steph’s new suit, and then another one. The first one was a standard bikini. It was about the same size as some of my biggest ones. It did expose quite a bit of cheek and much more of her breasts than her old one. The second one in terms of fabric had a little more than the suits I bought for the rest of us, but not a lot. It was a one piece, just not much of one. The bottom was a string that V’ed up into a small triangle. The strings continued upward spreading slightly at the nipple then went back to string over her shoulders and down back disappearing into the crack of her ass. It was definitely designed for show, a car show. Any movement she made exposed all or part of her. Her blonde pubic hair escaped from every side of the small strip of cloth that barley covered her pussy.
Amy spoke first. “Ok, Steph has asked that we help her try some new things. We need to encourage her every step of the way. She’s agreed that within reason we can suggest what she will wear, starting when we went shopping for the suit. It’s fucking awesome isn’t it?” “Anyway,” Steph added. “I promise that I won’t wear any bras or panties the rest of the trip, and anything else you guys want. But, I can back out at anytime I want. The only thing you guys have to do is help me keep my backbone. But, if I say no that means no, end of discussion. I won’t have things pushed on me like that bitch tried to do yesterday. I will make the decisions on how far I’m willing to let you guys take me.”
“All right then,” Lisa said. “You should not wear clothes in the room, like Carrie and Amy.” “I’m not ready for all that just yet.” Steph replied. “But, I’ll wear this suit around here.” Lisa shrugged her shoulders ok. “Well,” I told her. “You should defiantly get a Brazilian wax.” “What’s that?” Steph asked. “It’s like a bikini wax, but they wax everything.” Amy told her. “Here,” I said, “go down to the spa. It’s free and they are very nice.” “You think she’s up for all that?” Lisa asked. “Well, one way to find out.” Steph answered, and bravely went out the door of the room, still in the miniscule suit.
Steph fidgeted the whole way down the elevator and all but turned green when the doors opened. Amy whispered “confidence” to her and she stepped out into the open lobby. Not that anyone would have even noticed her. The two girls at the desk didn’t even look up, and nobody else seemed to be around. “Damn, it’s cold down here.” Steph said as she hurriedly made her way to the spa entrance. It seemed fine to me, but I thought this is the first time the air conditioning danced across her mostly naked body. Honestly, I delighted in watching her dealing with the issues, and all the little voices talking inside her at once. It reminded me of the last trip, and all the thoughts and emotions I went through the first times I showed some skin. I felt like Lisa must have felt all those times, always prompting the situation to push further. Now, I could walk butt naked though Times Square and not care, as long as I was safe. Lisa must have sensed this about me as well. She hadn’t even mentioned or even teased about me not wearing anything all afternoon. She was getting more comfortable showing skin, and as us being nude wore off onto Steph; I could tell it was wearing off on Lisa too. This time it was Lisa that seemed out of place. She was the only one fully clothed.
Steph didn’t want us watching while she was inside. So, we hung around looking at the gift shop and asked Amy about what had changed so much about Steph. “Well,” Amy said, “all the wine we had at this little bar while shopping didn’t hurt. And I promised her that I would go to the party tonight naked.” “But, you were planning on doing that anyway weren’t you?” I asked her. “If it’s possible.” She answered. “I’m not putting clothes back on until I have to get on the plane. I got a few stares when we were shopping, but no one said anything, and I haven’t put on clothes since I took off that shirt at the bar the first night. I’ll bring a towel and if we run into any friendly local law enforcement I’ll wrap myself up, but other wise I’m going home with everything in my suitcase clean and unworn. Forty-eight hours is the longest I’ve been nude and I want to break that record. As far as Steph goes, she said that seeing me, well us, naked all the time gave her confidence, and if that helps her have a good time more power to her.”
Lisa looked at me and asked. “What about you?” “No.” I told her. “I’m sticking with the deal and odds are I’ll be naked for the majority of the rest of the trip anyway. I’ve already broken the longest I’ve been naked record a hundred times over. Besides, if I did that what would you do to equal the challenge?” I asked her. “I don’t know.” Lisa answered. “I bet I can come up with something.” I laughed. She joked back. “I bet you can.”
About that time, Steph came out of the spa. She was still wearing the robe from inside and had her suit in her hand. “They said I could wear this upstairs. Lets go.” We didn’t say anything until the elevator door closed. We all just looked at Steph. “Those Brazilians must be tough ass women. That shit hurt.” Finally opening her robe and showing her smooth but reddened pussy. “It still hurts.” She said. Amy looked at her. “I’m proud of you for not chickening out. Maybe later, I’ll kiss it and make it all better.” Steph responded. “I almost did, but she had already put the stuff all over me, and it had to come off, one way or another. Once she started there was no going back.” The elevator doors opened and Steph quickly closed the robe before the bell was even finished dinging.
When we got into the room, Lisa asked Steph whether she would put on the suit. After a little debate and negotiations, we agreed that the robe would work, too. She could wear it in the room as long as she had nothing underneath. That tiny suit wouldn’t have worked in any practical sense anyway. It looked as if it had been designed for a photo shoot in a men’s magazine, where everything down to how much wind is blowing is perfectly fabricated to look good, not for real vacation activities like going on tours or even getting near the beach.
It wasn’t very long before it was time to go to Krista’s. I called her and got directions. Amy grabbed the phone and talked for a few minutes. I told her to ask if we needed to bring anything. After she hung up Amy told me not to worry. “We don’t need anything not even suits.” I looked at the clock and got some clothes out of my suitcase. I grabbed the button up shirt and shorts, but didn’t put them on. Steph was nervous about her suit. Amy told her. “Well, that’s why we bought the bikini.” Steph laughed. “That’s the one I’m talking about.”
She took the suit and went into the bathroom. Amy told her to come back out to the living room to change. Steph did without any reluctance, and started to remove the robe without hesitation. She did a short tease, before removing it completely, lowering it just past her shoulders, and then turning, letting it slide down her arms to just above her ass. She turned back to us, quickly pulling the robe back up and clutching it against her breasts. Turning once more, she slowly let it slide back down along her back and down her legs. “It does fit pretty good I guess.” After she put the suit on in a similar burlesque fashion.
Lisa asked her how she could walk through the lobby with the other suit and do the little show for us, but still worry about wearing the larger suit to the party? “I don’t know.” Steph answered. “I guess at the resort is different because it’s more common. Everyone is wearing next to nothing.” “Or nothing at all.” Amy added. “It really comes down to, not so much confidence, but comfort about your surroundings, and the people in those surroundings.” Steph told us, taking her robe and tossing it on some dirty towels.
We went down to the jeep, and I slipped on my clothes checking the clock as I did. “Don’t worry.” Said Lisa. “Its close enough to sundown to count as night. You can wear clothes now anyway.” She did dare me to drive over there nude, though. I told her no. Amy would attract enough attention anyway, and I didn’t want to get pulled over. “I don’t care.” Amy said. “They can all kiss this”, and she pushed her butt under the roll bars up into the front seat. Lisa smacked her on the ass. “Sit down. You will get us pulled over.” We were all laughing so hard that tears were coming down our faces as we pulled up to Krista’s house.
Amy wrapped herself up in her towel and we all went up to the front door. The house was beautiful. A large wrap around porch encircled the entire house shaded by large plants and flowers. We walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. Krista opened the door and greeted us. She was completely naked except for a comical apron depicting a naked woman’s body covered her breasts and stopped just past mid thigh. Amy turned and handed me her towel. “See told you that you didn’t need to worry.” Krista welcomed us into the house. It was a beautiful on the inside as it was outside. Open and airy, the entire back wall opened to the outside porch and a mosquito candle lit pool area. Though the house, we could see a man standing over the grill turning steaks. He, too, wore only an apron. His also had a woman’s body on it, but the large semi-flaccid penis poking the fabric up clearly showed the apron was just for laughs. Krista walked us through the house and introduced us to him. Louis was Krista’s husband.
Krista announced us to the rest of her guests. Most were in the pool and all had on swimsuits. There were three other couples. They all seemed to be, if not older at least more mature, than most party guests here or back home. It was much more subdued than I had expected. “I’d like you to meet one of my oldest friends, Amy and her friends. She’s the only one cool enough to start the party naked like me.” “Don’t worry, the night’s still young.” One of the girls in the pool yelled. “If its anything like all your other parties, by the end of the night you guys wont be the only ones.” Several of the guys cheered. “And,” the girl added, “you don’t count you’re always that way.” The guys cheered again.
She introduced us to all of their friends and Louis handed us killer margaritas. She then led us back inside to a bedroom. “Make yourself at home.” She said. “You may change in here if you would like and then join us out by the pool. Lo should have dinner ready soon. He makes an awesome steak.” “Well if its anything like his margaritas they must be incredible.” I told her. “They’re better.” She said. “Lo is the head chef at one of the resorts. Everything he makes is good.” Krista left us to rejoin her party. We all, well except Amy, took off our clothes. I laid my clothes out and wrapped Amy’s towel around my waist. “A little bashful?” Lisa joked. “No”, I told her, “but I am going swimming and I didn’t want to come back inside for it.” “Yeah sure.” She laughed. Steph had her suit on under her clothes. She was nervous, but showed little signs of it. She sighed unbuttoned her blouse and then her shorts and took them both off without much fanfare.
We walked back out to the porch and sat down with Krista at a table. It was interesting though to hear a little about Amy. She was Krista’s Lisa. When they were in high school they were the best of friends. Krista was always outgoing, and Amy pushed her into lots of situations, just like Lisa does to me. And much like Lisa now, after years of getting someone else to strip in strange places, and to do drunken and not so drunken dares, Amy started to be more exhibitionistic. “It was years before I could even get Amy to take her top off in my backyard. Now look at her.” Krista told us. “Well, I did have that little crush on your brother.” Amy said. “Little nothing”, Krista replied. After high school Krista had taken a trip down to the island. While down here, she met Louis or as she calls him Lo and fell in love.
She said she tried college for a little bit, but could think of nothing but coming back down here. “I loved the freedom and I loved Lo.” She told us giving him a lights smack on his naked ass. “So I moved down here and it wasn’t long till we got married. It wasn’t much after that I turned him into a nudist.” “Well,” he said “if all I have to do to get to look at you naked 24 hours a day is walk around naked too, any fool would do that.” He was right she was gorgeous her bronze skin looked as if she kept her perfect tan year round. Lo looked pretty damn good, too. His mocha skin hid some of his more prominent features, but every once in a while he would move just right and a glimpse of his massive penis would be presented. Clearly this was a man worth moving to a foreign country for. He handed me another margarita, which made me realize maybe I was staring at him too much. We all talked for a little bit, but then she told us to go on and have a good time. “Amy and I can sit up here for hours and tell old stories.” The three of us went to the pool leaving Amy to do just that.
Steph came over to the pool, but just sat on the edge letting her feet drop into the water. Lisa adjusted her suit after jumping in, but still wouldn’t take it off. Even after I begged her to. Lisa asked Steph why she wouldn’t get into the water. “My suit” Steph answered. “What about it? Everyone has already seen you in it.” “No, that’s not it. It’s white.” “Yeah, so?” I said. “It’s not lined.” Steph whispered. “You don’t think Amy would have bought this suit without a catch do you?” “Is it see-thru?” Lisa asked with a devilish grin. “Well how about we make a deal. I’ll throw this suit bottom up to Amy if you jump in and pick it up off the bottom of the pool.”
Lisa dipped slightly underwater and came back up holding the bottom by a string. “Just so you know I’m not cheating. See I’ve taken it off.” She dropped the suit back into the water and pushed it down holding it with her toe at the bottom of the pool. Steph pulled her hair back and slipped off the edge of the pool. She took a deep breath. I think it was more for what she was about to do, and not because the four-foot water. She dropped down under the water and came up with the tiny strip of fabric. “I believe this is yours.” She said as she stood back up. Lisa took the suit and tossed it up to Amy eliciting cheers from both her and Krista. “Your friends are way cool.” Krista said to Amy, loud enough to be heard across the yard. “Not like my friends, they’re all too scared to toss their suits up here.”
“Bullshit!” A girl from the other side of the pool yelled. She pulled up her top and threw it up to the porch. “Not bad.” Krista responded, getting the reactions she had hoped for. “But, what about the rest of it?” “You’ll have to come and get it.” The girl answered. Krista dove straight into the pool and swam underwater to the girl. Without coming up, she pulled the suit bottom down and off. Resurfacing with much more flair than Steph. Krista held it up for all to see. Everyone cheered. Without saying or doing anything else, Krista climbed up out of the pool, untied her apron and tossed it and the suit bottom next to her chair and sat back down. “Anybody else?” She called raising her arms up in triumph. “Or are the rest of you afraid I might not give it back?” She took four margaritas and handed one to the girl and then walked over to the three of us. “For the four coolest people at my party.” She said. “But, I’m not naked.” Steph said. “You might as well be.” Krista told her and went to rejoin Amy.
Steph’s suit was definitely see-thru. There weren’t many details that couldn’t be seen, down to the freckle above her right nipple. Once out of the water, every bit of her pussy was visible through the translucent suit. About that time, the girl from the other side of the pool swam over to us. “Krista said she had some kick ass new friends coming. She was right. You’re pretty damn cool in my book.” She said. Sara introduced herself and her husband Allen who was hanging out with the other guys near the grill. “Especially you”, she said to Steph. “Where did you get such an awesome suit?” I could tell it made Steph feel good to be complimented on the suit. She let her arms drop from her breasts for the first time since getting in the water. Steph told her where the suit came from. “You got that here, no way? That’s very cool.”
We talked with her for quite a while. Sara and Krista did almost everything together, and a lot of it while nude. Krista had gotten her into nudism. “She manages to get me naked every time I’m over here.” She said. “I’ve all but given up on fighting her about it. Allen gets embarrassed.” She added. “He will hardly do it even if it’s just the four of us. She’s easy going though. She won’t push you hard if you really don’t want to do something.” “That’s right.” Krista yelled. “That’s why we live on this island. The freedom to do what we want and how we want, and nobody does anything they don’t want. Now, who wants to eat?”
We ate five star quality steaks and drank a couple of what had to have been very expensive bottles of wine. Two of the couples left a little after dinner, leaving Allen, Sara, Krista, Lo, and the four of us lounging beside the pool. All the naked flesh was definitely having its effect on the guys. Both spent a lot of time in the pool cooling off, eventually going inside to watch a game on TV. Sara asked us what we were doing the next night. “Lo’s resort is having a costume party.” “Well,” Amy said, “that’s great, but I want to try to not put clothes back on until we have to go home.” “That’s ok.” Krista said. “Your fine the way you are. The resort Lo works at is world renowned for its Greek style debauchery.” She told us. “Trust me you’ll fit right in”.
We drank another bottle and a half of wine planning for the party. It was very late and we were all very drunk when the guys came back outside after their game had finished. We were much to drunk to drive home. Krista said we could stay at her house, but we didn’t want to inconvenience them. We were going to call a cab, but Krista told us. “If you insist on going back to your hotel, you can walk there pretty quickly.” She told us that although the roads didn’t seem like it, our resort was very close to their house. “Just head down the beach about a mile or so and you wont be able to miss it.” She begged us one more time to just stay there, but after Sara handed us another bottle we were on our way.
We went out to the jeep to drop off our clothes. None of us were feeling any pain. So, even Lisa left all her clothes in the jeep. We started to walk across the street to the beach entrance, and Steph turned around. Without saying a word, she looked at us and walked back to the jeep. She pulled off her top and then slid the bottom down her legs and tossed them into the back seat with the rest of our stuff. When she got back over to us she said. “Well, it’s dark, and besides you three are naked. I look silly in that see-thru thing anyway.”
We walked for a while, and then Steph said, running into the water. “I’m going swimming.” “She’s too drunk.” Amy told us. “I’ll go get her.” In the dim moonlight, we could see Amy chasing her down. Lisa and I eventually sat down when we could make out two silhouettes kissing in the knee-deep water. “I guess we’ll give them some time.” I said pulling the loosened cork off the wine. “She definitely gets horny when she’s drunk.” Lisa said. “Which one, Steph or Amy?” I asked. “Both, I guess maybe more than just them.” She added. “I’m pretty turned on, too.” She said putting an arm over my shoulder like a high school freshman at the movies for the first time. She was still trying to get even closer, when I took her hand. “You know that just not me.” I told her gently. She seemed dejected. “Why don’t I turn you on?” She asked. “I’ve seen you turned on before. I’ve turned you on before. Do you remember when we were in that creek on the wilderness tour last time, and I started to play with your nipples. I can turn you on. You just have to let me.”
About that time, a thunderous orgasmic scream came from the sand below us. A second one quickly followed it. “Do you think that was Amy or Steph?” “Both”, I answered. A few uncomfortable minutes of silence later, they rejoined us and we started walking again. Lisa didn’t say anything to me the rest of the way back. I felt bad. In a lot of ways I loved Lisa. I just wasn’t sure I wanted to go there with it. With the resort in sight, I did take her hand and squeeze it. She held it tightly as we walked until we got to the lights of the hotel pool, where she finally let go, to open the trashcan and toss the empty bottle of wine.
Amy and Steph all but ran up to the room, closing the door to the bedroom before we even got inside. I helped Lisa fold out the bed, and then got her out a nightshirt. Just after she lay down, I took her cheeks and tilted her head up. “I do love you.” I told her and kissed passionately on the lips. She smiled and told me she loved me too. She fell asleep immediately after that. I on the other hand, didn’t sleep much at all. Between my own thoughts about what had happened on the way home and the nocturnal activities in the bedroom, I was up almost all night.
Continued with Part 2
Carrie
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