Chapter 1

Bashful or shy is not a word that could be used to describe either of us. Being nude outdoors is one of life's real enjoyments. When I am planning a vacation or a work trip I try to work in some nude activity. Although it is not encouraged at home it is accepted. Thirty years ago Susan did nude modeling for art classes while in graduate school in California and a small amount of freelance nude modeling during the same time period. I think her Scandavian heritage brings this trait to life. We have been fortunate to visit nudist parks in California, Arizona, Florida, North Carolina, Indiana and Ohio and nudist beaches of St Marteen, Spain, Denmark and Sweden. We have enjoyed Germanic spas in foreign hotels where nudity is accepted if not expected. She is rightfully proud of her body which by any standard is exceptional.

Although we have three grown children she wears many of the same clothes she wore twenty-five years ago. I make no similar claims to a good 'figure' but try to do the best I can with a 61 year old body that does not get the exercise it needs. Also our sex drives are indeed opposite. Twenty five years ago the word no was not in her vocabulary when it came to sex and sex with several variations. I fictionalized the events described here as she would never consider the use of role play, adult toys or group scenes. I have taken hundreds if not thousands of pictures of her in all states of undress and many before, during and after sex.

It was on our fourth cruise that our sex lives found new and exciting limits. We were on a seven day cruise of the eastern Caribbean on a Royal Caribbean ship. We had docked on the fourth morning in St Marteen a beautiful Dutch and French protectorate. We had slept in that morning and enjoyed a room service breakfast and for a change we did not have sex although I did use a razor and shaving cream to trim and shape her into a perfect triangle. Although it was unspoken I think we both knew that before the day was over hundreds of men and women would see her well trimmed bush. That did in fact occur and it was admired from a distance as far away as twenty yards to less than few feet.

Dressed in bathing suits with appropriate tops, sandals, a bag of beach towels and personal effects we took a taxi to Orient Beach, which is world famous for its clothes optional beach and resort. Roger, our taxi driver was a bit of a character that enjoyed pointing out different sites including a whorehouse where the visiting cruise ship employees found release. Although it was only 10:00 a.m. there was a waiting line outside. I inquired about the price for various services but he feigned ignorance. While keeping one eye on Susan in the mirror he insisted that we tell him a time to pick us up later that day as he was afraid we would miss our departure. He settled for giving us his card and I 'promised' to give him a call thirty minutes before we needed to be picked up.

The beach was indeed beautiful. That portion known as Orient Beach is banana shaped and has a prominent sign designating it as a clothes optional beach. It was another perfect day with no clouds, a slight sea breeze and morning temperatures in the high seventies. We walked past the 'clothes optional' sign and bout half way down the 900 yard beach. The beach is about 100 yards wide and The Orient Beach Resort with its bungalows is immediately adjacent. We settled about half way between the resort and the water having passed a couple of beach bars that were not yet open. We put our towels on two beach chairs and unpacked our few worldly items leaving passports, cabin cards, credit card and cameras in the bag. There was no one within twenty yards of us at that time although that would soon change for both the better and the worse. It took me about a nanosecond to undress leaving swim suit and shirt in the bag. Susan was typically more modest and started off the morning topless.

She had her usual seven pounds of magazines and I had the vacation required John Grisham novel to enjoy. As the morning progressed many more people arrived. There was an endless line of beach walkers parading along the water's edge. The mixture of voyeurs and exhibitionist was about even. There were men and women of all sizes, ages and descriptions walking the shoreline. All had dark sunglasses that served dual purposes. As noon approached the beach became crowded. There were as many singles as there were couples. Susan and I went into the water several times to cool off and enjoy the surroundings. On our second walk into the water she stopped when about waist deep and without coaxing or ceremony Susan removed her bikini bottom and handed it to me.

When we got back to our chairs two young couples from another cruise ship had sat close to us. I would guess they were about in their early thirty's and all had strong Jersey, nasal rich voices that we would find irritating under any setting. The girls were clearly there only because the husbands wanted to be there and they were not the type to let their husbands out of their sight in these surroundings. Their discomfort was obvious because they never stopped talking and none of them removed any clothing. They sat facing us with their backs to the water and the young men were keenly aware of every woman who was within sight including Susan.

Susan is a beautiful women both dressed and undressed. Although she claims not to notice, she catches the eyes of both men and women all the time. Whether out of envy or lust she is always noticed both because of her natural attractiveness, her sense for style and dress and the manner with which she carries herself.