Day 6 Going Diving
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I was hurting pretty good when I woke up but at least I was awake. No one else on the boat was up including Bob. I nudged him a couple of times before he started to stir. I slid over him and out since I had to go to the head, bathroom for you landlubbers.
After spending a good part of the day before naked, it didn’t seem that important to get dressed, so didn’t bother at the moment. I put some desperately need coffee on and sat down on the cushion across from Bob as we both assessed the damages from the night before. I had a pretty good hang over and a bit of an upset stomach but was ok considering the amount of alcohol I had consumed.
I was finishing my first cup of coffee when Bob decided to get up. Soon after, Brad and Lisa first started showing signs of life. Both Lisa and Brad seem to be suffering just about as bad as they stumbled out to the table.
Eventually we got our act together and decided to head down and get a shower hoping we would feel better after. Lisa grabbed her stuff and headed out the hatch to the dock. I was half way out the hatch when Bob yelled, “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
“Oh my God.” I said aghast that I was so out of it that I was just about to walk right out of the cabin completely naked forgetting my towel. I jumped back down and quickly wrapped the towel around me hoping no one outside had noticed me.
The shower certainly did help, but I still had a small headache, as did everyone else. Everyone but Bob that is. Today I decided to wear my white thong bikini. It was more like a G string since there was absolutely no back to it whatsoever and barely a front for that matter. I pulled on my original pair of shorts that I wore down and the corresponding bikini top. The suit was the smallest I brought and one of the smallest that I own and I have some tiny ones. The top was no different. The triangles were barely two inches and barely contained my breasts. It didn’t have any lining, so it was clear how close my areolas were to popping into view. This was truly a sunbathing suit since the straps were barely noticeable. I figured I’d be taking it off at the beach anyway so it didn’t matter that much. I adjusted it as best I could and finished my hair. I didn’t bother with a shirt figuring we probably weren’t going anywhere for breakfast. Nobody seemed like they had the stomach to eat.
Back at the boat to my surprise Bob and Brad were feeling much better and were complaining about being hungry. I should have figured Bob would be hungry since he is a bottomless pit when it comes to food.
So in search of breakfast we went. I probably should have worn a shirt but didn’t and was starting to regret as every step threatened to expose my breasts. They were officially covered but probably just technically. You could make out everything that was covered and there was precious little of that.
I had to make several adjustments along the way to cover up my areolas which were either in view or threatening to pop into view at any moment as my breast swayed with little or no real support.
As we ate everyone discussed what they wanted to do today. We didn’t really have any plans and I just assumed that we’d find a nice beach and relax. That sounded great to everyone except Bob. I guess his 230 pounds handled the alcohol a little better than the rest of us especially my 130 pounds.
Lisa wanted to do nothing more than lie on the beach or go into town and go shopping which sounded fine to me. Bob was his normal maniac self and wanted to go scuba diving while we had the opportunity. “Scuba diving.” I said. As much as I like diving I was not in the mood for it right then the way I felt. I knew that I’d feel better once in the water but I feared getting sick on the way out. He kept going on and to make a long story short, I reluctantly agreed to go.
None of us ate much after all but it felt good to get some more coffee in our bodies. After we finished, I made the critical mistake of depending on Bob to get my stuff from the boat. Lisa, Brad, and I went walking around and looking at the shops while Bob ran back to the boat and got my dive gear and stuff. Part of the stuff included my other bikini since this one was just not made for diving in, not that many of mine were, but this one barely stayed in place while walking around.
We met Bob at the dive boat and got on our way as Lisa and Brad headed off for a relaxing day at the beach. The dive captain and mate were more than happy to see Bob and especially me, and it wasn’t because they were having a slow day either. There I was in cut off and a virtually sheer white bikini top. Let me say I had a lot of help getting onboard and storing my gear.
It was just Bob and I so we had the boat to ourselves and could go any were we wanted. We decided on this one reef which was in about 60 feet of water as we headed out of the harbor.
I had intended on switching bikini but when I finally opened my bag I saw that all he brought for me was my gear and a towel. I asked him what happened to my clothes but by then it was already too late. I complained to him saying, “I can’t go diving in this, it’ll never stay on under water.” It’s not like you get a lot of wave action under water but you’re suit kind of floats and moves around as you swim and with that top there was absolutely no margin for movement. Bob just started whispering in my ear that I didn’t need a suit out here. It was just us. He was all romantic and was rubbing my side just below my right breasts trying to get me turned on and all so I wouldn’t care.
By then we had cleared the harbor and the water got rougher so we had to sit down and brace ourselves. That’s when the partying the night before started to show its effect. I had never gotten sea sick in my life but I was feeling the effect of the boats movement. That along with a little nervousness about bikini I had chosen to wear were making me a little sick, but not enough to make me sick. The mate brought me a cup of water and started telling us about the reef. At first I though he was just being nice but then I noticed that he was just doing it so he could check me out better.
By the time we got to the dive spot, I really wasn’t feeling like diving but Bob told me that I’d feel better in the water which was actually correct. The water was really warm so you could get away without wearing a wet suit even though it would have been nice at the moment.
The mate set the anchor and Bob and I started to get ready. I fumbled around with my gear deciding how I was going to do this. Just bending down to get my gear organized caused both breasts to pop out of the flimsy top. I quickly tucked my boobs back in place as Bob laughed at my situation. He smiled and said, “Why don’t you just take it off and get comfortable no one’s going to mind.” Somehow I thing that was Bob’s plan all along and reason for him not bringing my clothes but he was right.
As I struggled to keep covered Bob walked up to talk to the captain. I only picked up part of the conversation but I could clearly hear him say, “My girlfriend would like to know if she could take her top off.” There was more to it, but that was the part that caught my ear. I didn’t hear the answer but there was some broad smiles and laughing going on so I could guess that the answer was yes. Now I hadn’t exactly planned to put on a show for these lusting natives but that seemed to be happening anyway.
Bob came back to me filled me in saying, “Go ahead and take it off. The captain said it was ok.” Normally I wouldn’t need even that much encouragement but between my queasy stomach and general nervousness I was a bit reluctant. I got my mask fins and weight belt ready to go while I thought about it.
By then the captain and mate had come back to give us some instructions. They gave us our bearings and got our tanks ready. It appeared that we were on our own which made my decision easy.
With that I turned my back to the guys and pulled my shorts down almost taking my tiny G-string bottom off with it. As careful as I was, it was impossible to do it without pulling my suit half way off. I straightened up and pulled the tiny string around my hips up which only forced the third further into my butt crack. The tiny side strings just barely looped over the top curve of my butt cheeks before coming together and disappearing in my butt. Then before turning around I tucked my finger tips into the front triangle and adjusted it so my labia and pubic hair was covered. My pussy was covered but there was no hiding the outline of my now swollen lower lips.
I then threw my shorts, hat and sunglasses in my bag and justified my next move by saying to myself, “It probably wouldn’t stay on anyway.” With that I reached behind my now all but naked back and untied the string holding the two top patches of cloth in place leaving my back now completely bare. When I slipped it over my head my front all but joined my back in the amount of skin exposed. I took a deep breath and causally tossed it in my bag as well.
I then turned around and face my drooling admirers. My nipples which were already showing signs of excitement perked up even more as all eyes were riveted to my chess. You would have though these guys hand never seem breasts before. I had to clear my throat a couple of times to break their attention away.
There was a moment of silence before Bob suggested putting some more sun block on. I started to do my arms and then handed the bottle to Bob and said here go ahead. There in front of the two local he made sure I wasn’t going to burn. I know Bob was enjoying it because his hard-on was poking me in the back as he worked the lotion in. Both the captain and mate were also sporting huge bulges in their pants.
There I was one scrap of cloth short of being naked in front of these guys. After thinking about it, it was probably sexier than had I been completely naked. As Bob rubbed in the lotion my nervous stomach was giving way to an aroused feeling of excitement. Perhaps sex is a cure for a hangover. More likely it just shifts you brain away from one thought and towards a much more pleasant one. Bob knew I was getting excited by his attention and turned me around away from the crew and did my front. Oh God was I getting turned on. By then I had my hangover replaced by this wonderful sensual feeling. Bob worked his way from my breasts to my stomach and lower. I had to grab his arm as it slid his hand to the only place that he didn’t have free access to.
My breathing was already quickened as I fought the temptation and told him, “Not here.” I tried to calm myself down before heading back to the crew. They apparently were also caught up in the moment as they stared on.
Somewhat awkwardly, we all got our act together and got ready to get in the water. The mate was more than happy to help me into my tank and vest. He was paying extra attention, making sure my straps were tightened just right. The vest seemed a little small because instead of covering my breasts as most do this one only served to push them together as would a wonder bra, creating even more cleavage than I deserved and leaving them exposed and vulnerable. In making the adjustments, the rough straps brushed across my breasts and nipples several times sending waves of sensations through me. My nipples have always been extremely sensitive when aroused and being exposed like that just made them a magnet for every inadvertent contact. I guess there’s a reason they are normally kept protected.
Next came the weight belt which he carefully adjusted around my waist taking every opportunity to feel me up in the process. I smiled at him to let him know I knew what he was up to. Once my arousal had settled down to a comfortable level it became a bit of a game so I told him I didn’t think he gave me enough weight. So he unbuckled it and took it off letting his hand slide down my stomach as he took it off. When he replaced it, he knelt down to fasten the buckle. In doing so, he had and incredible close up view of the only piece of me hidden from his view.
The movement of getting my tank on had caused it to slip ever so slightly on my hips which gave him a pretty nice view down my bikini. With a couple of stray hairs escaping I was quite certain he could make out the top of my slit barely an inch below the top of my tightly trimmed pubic hair.
With that complete he urged me to sit so he could put on my fins. My, what service I was getting. Meanwhile Bob had to fend for himself.
Finally we were suited up so to speak and ready to get wet. I made my last minute checks and did a big scissor kick entry off the back of the boat. Wow, the water was colder than I had thought. It actually felt quite exhilarating floating in the water, my sea sickness long since forgotten.
Once Bob got in, we headed to the bottom and checked out the reef. The fish were amazing as were the warm and cold spots we passed through. Of course Bob wanted to see as much as he could so he bolted off away from the boat only stopping to check out under some large pieces of coral. Under one he found a giant lobster. Had we only brought along our grab bag we would have been able to have him for dinner.
It didn’t take long for me to feel the cold. The water at that depth was much cooler than on the surface. On one of our few breaks Bob made this sign with holding his hands out from his chess with his two index fingers extended. I couldn’t figure out what he meant until he told me after. He was mimicking my nipples which were puckered up from the cold as apposed to being aroused.
Eventually the cold got to both of us so we headed back to the boat. I unstrapped my weight belt and tank and handed it up to the mate anxiously waiting my return. I then took my fins off, and holding them in one hand, headed up the ladder. I’m sure Bob was enjoying the view from below as my bare ass climbed the ladder. I know the captain and mate did as an ear to ear smile crossed both their faces. As I got on deck I quickly adjusted my bikini bottom which had slid down exposing my trimmed bush and a portion of my pussy.
We stowed our stuff and Bob proceeded to warm me up, as the crew got ready to get underway. I was feeling pretty good after our nice little swim so I never bothered to put my top back on. After we warmed up Bob suggested lying out on the fore deck and getting some sun. At first I lid on my stomach but after a bit rolled over onto my back. That could have been a mistake because I think the captain was spending more time looking at me than where he was going.
Bob whispered in my ear that I should take off the bottom and see if he can steer in a straight line. I told him he was crazy and that I didn’t want us to get killed out her.
We pulled into our second dive spot and went through the same routine getting ready. There were hardly any fish on this dive but that didn’t stop Bob from racing this way and that way to try to find them. I didn’t see the point since the more we raced around the more air we consume and the quicker we had to come up.
Bob hadn’t stopped until I had sucked down about half of my tank. He seemed to be signing that he was bored since we hadn’t seen but a couple of fish. He started off again when I had an idea.
He swam a ways ahead ignoring me. When he stopped to check under a big block of coral, I swam directly over him and deliberately rubbed my bare breasts over his head. He looked up a little startled as if a fish had brushed him. He then turned around and almost lost his mouth piece as he saw me.
While he had swum off, I had slipped off my bikini bottom and had tucked it into a pocket on my vest leaving me completely naked. There just something about skinny-dipping that just gets my blood flowing. Bathing suits certainly have their place but somehow they seem terribly out of place in the water.
I took my own mouth piece out and silently mouthed, “Hey sexy,” to him. He took his mouthpiece out, but before he had a chance to say anything, I planted a kiss on him. I wrapped my legs tight around him there in 50 feet of water. It was incredible sexy but unfortunately only lasted a couple of seconds before I had to grab my mouthpiece for a breath of air.
I know it would have been wickedly wild to try having sex under water but I guess between Bob’s chilly penis and my fear of drowning we never did. Even so it was incredible exciting having my bare body wrapped around Bob under water. After a couple of minutes, I unwrapped, and by then, Bob didn’t seem to mind that he hadn’t seen any fish.
We swam around for a while long this time with Bob seemingly much more satisfied to stay with me and even follow. Eventually, we headed back towards the boat. I guess there is a way to get a man to follow.
We got back to the boat and I was hanging on the ladder handing my tank up when I realized I hadn’t taken my suit out of the vest pocket. At first I felt embarrassed but then didn’t care. Either way I was committed.
The captain and mate had surely expected to see me come out topless but their jaw dropped as I ascended the ladder completely stark naked. No mysteries left with me. All of me was there for the looking. My nipples were sticking out like bullets as they had after the first dive but this time my swollen lower lips available as well. I had distracted them to the point that they all but ignored Bob, leaving him to lug his tank up the ladder himself.
I actually went back and helped take Bob’s gear, as it was probably my fault that he was being ignored. I felt especially exposed yet terribly excited as I stretched to help Bob off with his tank. It was not surprising that after this dive I barely felt cold.
It was a wonderfully fulfilling feeling between the exertion and sexual arousal. After feeling barely alive this morning I felt invigorated and excited now. Nothing like being naked in front of 3 attentive male eyes to get your blood flowing
We stored our gear and everyone else seemed more than happy for me to remain naked for the ride back. So I did. I whispered in Bob’s eye that I was a horny as hell and it was shame these guys were around because I was ready for a post dive workout of our own. All he said was save that thought.
Bob wanted to spread out up front again but I didn’t want these guys to run the boat up on the rocks or something on the way in so we all hung out in the cabin.
Bob dared me to stay naked until the boat reached the dock but I wasn’t so sure about that. I said we’ll see how many boats we see on the way in. We didn’t see any boats until came around the point and then there were two sailboats motoring in. One looked to have a family onboard with some small kids so I started to get nervous. Eventually as we got closer I dug my G string bottom out of the vest pocked of one of the BCs and slid it up my legs just as we came along side. I’m pretty sure they figured out what was going on as we sped past. I was still topless as we passed the sailboat which certainly drew some stares.
Still felling a bit turned on, I did stay that way as we motored into the harbor. I wasn’t sure if I’d get in trouble but it sure was nice. I just couldn’t get enough of that cool refreshing breeze blowing across my bare skin. I asked the captain if I should put my top back on and he said in his rough accent, “Ok with me. Ok with me.”
I was feeling particularly wound up so I stayed topless or in my case darn near naked all the way into the dock. It wasn’t until we had docked and started gathering our gear that I dug my bikini top out of my bag. Bob wanted me to stay topless, but that was a bit much. As it was I left my shorts in my bag which left me in a tiny G string bottom (that left my ass bare) and a top that barely covered my nipples. I had more attention than I need as we walked down the dock and back to our boat.
There was no sign of Brad or Lisa, so Bob reminded me of what I said back on boat. So we jumped in the cabin and Bob helped me relieve some of my built up stress, so to speak. Bob all but ripped my bikini off of me as I came down the hatch way.
Oh man did that feel good! After I came down from my blissful feeling, Bob suggested heading down to the beach to look for Lisa and Brad. I was pretty comfortable right there and could have fallen asleep but Bob wasn’t through yet today.
There was a little beach area just off the entrances to the harbor so we gathered towels and headed off. This time I pulled on my shorts because you had to kind of walk out of the marina and along the street to get there. I secured my top as best I could and off we went.
We found them almost immediately asleep on the beach. I spread my towel, took off my shorts, and settled in to work on my tan when Lisa piped up and said, “Wasn’t that the Jack of clubs you pulled last night?” Bob and Brad jumped on the bandwagon as well.
“That means no top at the beach right. Isn’t that what you agreed to?” I was too tired to argue so I just reached behind my back and untied the string across my back. I then pulled the top over my head and flopped down on my stomach. There I was, for all intents and purposes, naked except for a couple of tiny stings cupping my ass.
I said, “At least put some lotion on my back so I don’t burn.”
Bob worked his magic touch with the lotion as he proceeded to tell Lisa and Brad about my naked scuba diving. Lisa started kidding saying, “That Carrie just can’t keep her suit on can she.”
I laughed and said, “Not with friends like you guys around. That’s for sure.”
The beach was completely empty so I didn’t feel nervous at all when flipped over onto my back and worked on my front. Again Bob did his usually through job spreading the lotion on my front. Making sure my breasts were extra, extra well protected.
I was just about to doze off when Lisa wanted to go for a walk down the beach. We hadn’t spent much time together just Lisa and me so I agreed. I must have been really into the island thing by now because I didn’t even think twice about leaving my top behind. The beach looked to be deserted as far as you could see but you never know who could be coming around the next bend.
We headed down the beach just the two of us leaving the boys to trade stories themselves.
Lisa and I walked along and talk about all sort of girl stuff which is usually about the guys. She said that Brad was a great guy but she missed the times we use to share when it was just the girls. I told her that I missed that too but the sex was great when you bring your man with you. She agreed but seemed disappointed that her and Brad weren’t hitting it off like Bob and I were. She had only known Brad for about a month now so they were still getting to know each other. There was definitely a sign of concern in her conversation.
We walked a ways and I had gotten caught up in the conversation and hadn’t realized we had walked in front of some houses set back on the hill. We turned back and ran into the water to cool off once we were out of site of the houses. We played around for a bit and Lisa seemed to lighten up a bit.
On the way back she complemented me on the tan I was getting and asked if I was going to try for that perfect tan again. Ninety nine percent of my body was an even golden tan but I still had a couple of strips from wearing my bottom. She naturally suggested taking it off as also to avoid stripping.
As we walked back I noticed that a couple of people were now on the beach and that I’d have to walk right by them all but completely naked. My nipples were the first thing to show my concern followed by my swollen pussy. I tried to act completely normal as we walked past them but then boy yell out. “Look that girl doesn’t have any clothes on.” I was instantly blushed as I waited to hear what the parent would say but to my surprise they simply told the kid to come back to them.
When we got back to our towels, we noticed that both Bob and Brad were fast asleep. Lisa and I both ran in the water for a bit and came back to the guys and did the shaggy dog thing to wake them with our dripping water. Lisa’s hair is a lot longer so she did a better job on Brad than I on Bob but they both woke wondering what was going on.
I was tired from our walk and lack of sleep the night before so I plopped down and started to settle in as just as Bob was waking up. He was hot and wanted to go for a dip so he naturally dragged me along. Of course now that he’s awake we need to jump into action. I should have left him sleeping. That’s the one thing I don’t like about Bob. We never get to just sit back and relax.
Bob was nice and refreshed so naturally he was rearing to go. We swam around for a bit and then floated arm in arm as we had the other day. We had our suits on today, or at least part of mine, so it wasn’t quite the same but still fun. Brad and Lisa joined us as well so it was a nice time.
It wasn’t long though before a bunch of people settled in on the beach, so that was about as far as the romance went. I was a little concerned about just walking up the beach topless or in my case just a little shy of completely naked but Lisa kept telling me it was no big deal for me. It wasn’t like I had much choice in the matter unless someone brought my top down to me and that wasn’t likely. So as calmly as I could, I walked into the shallower water and stood up. Well I hadn’t even reached the shore when two of the guys noticed me. Their eyes were practically bursting out of their sockets not to mention the bulges in their pants that were already noticeable. Oh man did they ever notice. The one yelled over, “nice tan.” They weren’t being subtle in the least which caused me to get a little embarrassed.
By the time I had reached our stuff they had already come over to ask us where we were from or more likely get a better view. The whole time we were talking they were looking at me. I was getting a little aroused by the staring and my nipples reacted, as you would have expected. There were four guys and two women and all were in their late twenties or about. They were from Chicago and were down for the fishing and golf. They were only over at Tortola for a day trip and liked what they saw. They didn’t exactly say what they meant by that but were looking over at me as they said it.
They weren’t dressed for the beach, but were all in shorts and T shirts which was a stark contrast to me in a tiny bikini bottom. I started to reach for my top, but as I did I noticed Lisa shoving it in her bag. I wanted to protest but I figured she was just up to her old tricks. They seemed friendly enough and even the women didn’t seem upset with me standing in front of their boyfriends all but naked.
I sat down on my towel and tried to relax but it was difficult under the circumstances. We talked for about a half and hour before someone suggested offered to buy a round of drinks at the café in the marina while they waited for their ferry.
For that I wanted my top. I wasn’t going to walk back to the marina topless, so I demanded my top back. Lisa hesitated, but eventually gave it to me. The bikini top didn’t do much except camouflage my nipples, but at least I was covered as far as the law was concerned. Lisa pulled on her shorts but the guys stayed bare chested, so I didn’t feel quite as naked as we walked.
The cafe had a little out door seating area just off the dock so we sat and watched a couple boats come in. I might as well have been naked for all that was covered. I guess I met the legal requirements but I felt like I was sitting there in my birthday suit. One of the guys we met bought us all beers while we chatted.
They were really friendly and funny so it hardly seemed like we had sat down before they had to leave. By then we were feeling pretty relaxed so we just stayed there and ordered another round of drinks and then some food. As time went on a few more people stopped in and I felt a little more out of place. When I got up to go to the ladies room, everyone in the place looked at me. It was like I had just come off the beach and was walking through a restaurant in my beach wear, which was pretty much exactly what I was doing except my bikini barely constituted a swim suit. I’ve always worn pretty skimpy bikinis but this one was extra small and certainly not made for walking around in public in. It wasn’t that different than if I was walking through the place naked.
After eating, we were heading back to the boat. It was then that I seemed to get a second wind and suggested we go for a little dip before heading back. Everyone was pretty out of it but I did manage to convince Bob to walk down to the beach with me.
Bob and I walked arm in arm along the water. It was romantic. Eventually I decided to go in for a dip. Since I was still in my bikini it wasn’t any big deal. Bob however didn’t want to go in quite as much as me so he stopped at the edge of the water. I kept bugging but he refused to come in until I came in and stood up putting both hands on my hips and saying. You’d rather stay dry than get a piece of this. Hearing that, he ran after me, tackling me before I could get away. I started rubbing my boobs against his chest until he couldn’t take it any more and reach behind me and untied my top. I slid out of my bottom and we had a repeat of the prior day’s romantic interlude right there in the shallow water.
We made out for a while just enjoying the moment. After a while, we decided to head back. I thought Bob was being a gentleman and bringing me my bikini which had been tossed up on the beach but instead simply picked it up and started walking back towards the boat with it. I hurried after him hoping he’d give it back before we got to the marina but he kept walking my suit in his hand. I was half wrestling with him when I realized I wasn’t getting it back and so instead of alerting half the marina to my situation I simple hid alongside Bob as we walked.
There I was walking naked through a small but very public marina. It wasn’t even that late. It was barely dark and there were people walking on the adjacent street. My nipples were already hard from the cold water and the light breeze blowing across their sensitive surfaces. I was getting me more and more aroused with each step. I was trying to be quite and not alert the marina to my nearly naked state as we boarded.
Lisa and Brad were on board chatting. I ended up wrapping myself in a towel as we sat around the table deciding what to do. Lisa and Brad said that someone earlier had told them about this place on the other side of the island called the Bumba Shack and that since tonight was full moon, they had this wild party that people from all over came to.
I was really beat so I was willing to have a quiet night on the boat. Brad and Lisa had slept on the beach and even Bob caught a little nap so they were ready to go out. Everyone seemed hell bent on going to this place.
We all showered and came back to the boat. I still hadn’t picked out anything to wear. I didn’t exactly have much to choose from so I decided on my tight fitting white Wicked Weasel shorts and a light T shirt that left a good bit of my belly bare and that was it. I didn’t have any bras or panties to wear so I was showing through a little up top and the bottom fit so sight that it liked like my shorts were painted on.
We grabbed a cab and the driver immediately riveted his attention on my outfit. I don’t know how he managed to get us there in once piece especially considering the mountain we had to cross to get to the other side of the island.
The Bumba Shack is just that, a shack, and that is not an exaggeration. I wasn’t expecting a fancy night club but this place looked like someone put it together from junk that washed up on the beach. It was a happening place though. There were people all over the place inside and outside. There were even people trying to sell you magic mushrooms as you walked up. The place was more of a happening than a club.
I felt terribly out of place through. This place was about 75 percent locals and they were certainly checking me out dressed the way I was.
We made our way in which wasn’t much different from being outside since it had no floor. It was basically sand. The walls were interesting too since they were lined with bras and some other ladies undergarments. We all commented on that as we grabbed ourselves a round of Carib beers. There were a lot of people everywhere just swaying to the island music. It wasn’t long before one of the locals came up to Lisa and I and started talking to us and started explaining the tradition behind all the bras on the wall. He was basically trying to convince Lisa and me to make a contribution. We laughed and told him no way. I made the mistake of pointing out the obvious and telling him I wasn’t wearing a bra and therefore had nothing to contribute. That didn’t stop him as he pointed out that some women have contributed their panties instead.
He was very convincing and went on and on buttering us up and telling how beautiful we were. Then I learned how they get most of there contribution. He started offering us some magic mushrooms and when we didn’t take them he whispered something to the guy behind the makeshift bar and before we knew it Lisa and I had another beer in our hands. This went on and on again in a friendly kind of way until Bob and Brad rescued Lisa and I by asking us to dance.
Dancing was interesting on a sand dance floor but by now we were all into the island thing so it didn’t matter. We just swayed to the music and bumped into everyone else that we were sharing the sand with. We danced for quite a while and I was really starting to perspire which was causing my nipples and areolas to show through even more, a fact that wasn’t missed by anyone. By the time we finally left the dance floor, if you could call it that, I was dripping. We all went outside to cool off but not before the bartender handed Lisa and I another beer.
Outside was better and we started too cool off. Again this guy offered us magic mushrooms telling us how great we’d feel. He also went on and on too. I do plenty of crazy things without the influence of drugs. Can you imagine me stoned?
Eventually we went back inside just in time to witness one of the women making a contribution at the insistence of the same guy who was trying to convince Lisa and me. Having succeeded with those women he came back to Lisa and I. Again we went back to dancing to avoid him. We avoided him for quite a while dancing and drinking the night away. Of course it wasn’t long before my top was completely soaked and nearly see through.
Well to make a long story short. Somewhere along the way, after consuming I don’t know how many beers, this same guy came back to us. By then we had a whole group of people cheering us to make a contribution. Eventually Lisa buckled and slipped a hand inside her top and started slipping her bra straps down her arms before pulling her bra free to the cheers of everyone in the bar. Then he starts a bugging me about contributing my panties. I’m practically shouting over the background noise gesturing to him with upturned palms that I’m not wearing any panties and therefore can’t take them off. He leans over and whispers in my ear, which was actually, saying, “Well contribute something else.”
I shouted back, “How about my sandals?”
He just stepped back and shook his head back and forth no. I laughed and tried to tell him I didn’t have anything else which only prolonged his persistence. You had to see us communicating back and for half in sign language while where shouting to be heard. I’m shouting and gesturing, “What do you want me to do, take of my top?” He must have understood because he starts shaking his head in approval as a big smile comes over his face.
I went back to Bob and suggested we go and dance but he’s now was siding with the crowd that had gathered around us. I’m shaking my head no way and people start chanting take it off, take it off. I had had several drinks but not enough to be taking my cloths off in public. Eventually we went back to dancing.
Thinking I had finally dodged this I got into the dancing. When we finished dancing another beer was waiting for me but the guy who was trying to get me out of my clothes had left. Some time later he came back. By now I was pretty drunk and my resistance to his charm was greatly reduced. I tried telling him that I couldn’t just take my top off and go topless to which he cheerfully said, “Why not this is the islands man, and you can do anything you want, man." Every sentence seemed to end in “man”
By then Lisa, Brad and Bob were getting into it as well. Bob said, “Why don’t you? Its not like that top is hiding anything anyway.”
Lisa was equally persistent telling me in her pretty slurred words, “Go ahead baby, show them what you have. It’s not like you haven’t done it before.”
This went on and on. Some women had on pretty provocative outfits but no one was topless. Finally, as if to give me some courage, I chugged the remains of my half filled beer and reached my hands for the bottom of my wet T shirt. Not really thinking any longer, I grabbed the bottom with both hands and in one motion pulled it over my head and tossed it to Bob. A loud cheer was heard, as every eye seemed riveted on me, or more accurately on my bare chest. I just stood there with a nervous laugh barely aware of the fact that I was standing topless in the middle of a crowded room full half dunk and stoned people. Somewhere along the way I was handed another beer. As I took the bottle, I felt the cold effects of someone else pouring a half full bottle all over my breasts. I jumped back have from shock and half in defense as several hands reached out offering to help me clean up.
Of course by then my nipples were standing at full attention which only drew more attention. I heard someone, I think a woman commenting on them. By then my adrenalin was pumping and I was getting really excited standing in the middle of the place in nothing more than a 6 inch skin tight white shorts and a pair of sandals.
Bob grabbed my arm and dragged me through the crowd to the areas where everyone was dancing. I was grabbed and groped several times as we made our way. By then everyone in the place was checking me out. The dance floor was a sea of people bumping into each other and especially me. I was so excited that it seemed like I was in a different world. They played a faster rock song and I really got into it forgetting for the moment that I was dancing practically naked. I don’t know how long we danced since I had long since lost track of time and reality. I was in another dimension.
How my body kept going after the late night last night and the long day of diving was beyond me. Adrenalin and sexual excitement was keeping me going at that point. I honestly don’t remember all of the detail of everything I did from that point on. All I remember is when we finally went to leave I asked Bob for my shirt and it was nowhere to be found. I didn’t see it but Lisa said it was already nailed up to one of the walls. I was dripping wet when we finally went outside to leave which made for quite a site as everyone stared. I asked Bob for his shirt but he insisted I looked fine.
All I remember was being thankful that a cab was waiting and we had a fast way of getting out of there. There I was sitting in the back seat of this cap with no shirt on. I was really turned on and needed a good fucking because I was more than aggressive with Bob even with Brad, Lisa and the driver right there. Bob didn’t seem to mind as we sucked face and he rubbed my boobs the whole way back. As a result I was even more wound up by the time we got back to the marina.
I didn’t matter who saw me at that point as we stumbled back to the boat. I couldn’t wait to get Bob out of his clothes and take care of my needs. I think Lisa and Brad made out up front but I’m not real sure however, as I all but attacked Bob as soon as we got to the boat. I’m not sure who saw or heard us. All I remember was cuming long and hard. After that I must have collapsed because that was all I remember of that night.
To be continued
Carrie
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