My wife Grace and I had finally saved up enough money to go on a Caribbean vacation for the first time in our married lives. We booked a stay at an exclusive getaway for a whole week. Our beach bungalow looked out onto a pristine beach that had the clearest blue-green sea I had ever seen.
We were told the beach was private to the beach houses where we were staying, and that we could go nude there if we desired. Grace and I went down to the water the first hour we got there. My wife decided she was going to soak up the sun, while I decided to take a walk down the long shore.
We had also made up our minds we were not going to be uptight and we would go nude while we were sunning ourselves. Grace placed lotion on her breasts to get rid of any tan lines that she had. I was going to explore the clear, white, sandy beach.
I am still somewhat thin for being thirty six years old, and I wasn't embarrassed if someone were to see my seven inch cock as I walked about. I walked a considerable distance until I was just crossing over a sand dune, I almost tripped over two young women lying on the other side of the dune!
They were both totally naked and I didn't wish to disturb their privacy. I was just turning around to leave, when they called out to me.
"Hey mister, you don't have to go," one of them yelled out to me.
"I was just walking the beach, sorry I didn't see you there," I explained.
"No problem, please stay and chat," the blonde said to me.