The ocean was a light blue green in color and the sun was as bright as I had ever seen it. There was not a cloud in the sky as our sailboat skimmed across the water as fast as the wind could move it. The days were hot and long now. It was the middle of summer here in the islands.
I was returning to a place I had come to love. I had known these islands since my early childhood and they were beautiful. I called this place my tropical paradise.
I had been away too long. Now that school was behind me, it was time for me to rest and enjoy myself and soak up some sun. I was so happy to be home.
My late father bought a great deal of land here. He had built us a summer home that we called our hideaway. It is a carefree place to live, and relax. You couldn’t help but enjoy your self here.
The beaches, plant life, and the tropical breezes are out of this world. It is like nothing that you have ever seen before in your life.
The one nice thing about this place is that it is lost from the rest of the world. Seldom does anyone ever drop in on us. There is a little sleepy town near the docks. Some places on the island have electricity and running water. However, there are no phones here.
We do have a store. Oh, and there is an open-air market here. On Tuesday and Friday of each week you can buy fresh food from the island natives and from the trader’s boats that come by every two weeks or so.
Yes, you could say that time have forgotten this little part of the world. Yet, it is breathtaking here. It is a garden of Eden
Every time father and I came to the island, the first thing that we would do was to remove our clothes and go completely nude. I can remember when my Dad and I did not wear much of anything all summer long. The beaches are completely nude all the time.
The crew of the sailboat found their way to the little dock area of my island.
It was nice to step onto land again. The crew picked up my luggage and set them onto the dock. I looked over the crowd for a smiling face and found a young man that I felt could help me with my bags.
We made our way down the dim road to the trail to my home. I thanked and paid the young man that had helped me and he was on his way.
I spent the rest of the day just laying around the house. Late that evening I walked down to the beach; I slipped from my clothing and into the water for a much needed swim. The ocean water sure felt good and I enjoyed the swim. Afterwards I climbed the ridge in front of my home and went to the waterfalls in the back of my place. I bathed myself under them.
The next morning I turned my attention to my home. The first thing that I had to do, was the stocking of my pantry, and finds some one to help me with the cleaning.
Early that morning I got myself dressed and slowly made my way down the road to the local store. When I got there I asked the store clerk about some extra help with the cleaning of my neglected home.
That is when the storekeeper asked some of the natives girls? If there was anyone who would help me with the cleaning? I was ready to leave, when a young woman came into the store asking if I was the one looking for help with the house cleaning.
I said, “Yes I am.” She said that she and her sister helped clean home and that thay would be happy to help me.
I told her that I could sure use their help and that I would be looking forward to having them both at my home in the morning. I then asked, “If they knew where I lived?” she said, “Yes.” You are the woman that lives on the ridge over looking the ocean.
I said, “Yes.”
She said, “We can be there at 8:00 a.m.”
I said, “Fine.”
I then took the items that I had purchased and made my way back down the road towards my home.
While on my way home I encountered a man walking towards me down the road.
He spoke to me and I retuned a good morning and kept on walking. I guessed he was around forty years of age.
For some strange reason I was attracted to him in a peculiar way.
I unbuttoned my blouse, exposing my breasts to the warm morning sunlight. I do not know why, but I did.
That was when I stopped in my tracks, turned, and looked back at the man that I had just seen.
He was nowhere to be seen on the road. I thought to myself that it was strange.
I then turned and went on my way. When I walked into the house, I removed my blouse, unbuttoned my skirt, and let it fall to the floor. I was completely nude. It felt good to feel the breeze blowing over my body. I spent the rest of the day working around the house in the nude.
The next morning the two native girls showed up and we finally got to the cleaning of the house. One of the girls asked if it would be all right if, they could work in the nude. I consented and they both dropped their clothes to the floor. I to reached down and removed all of my clothing. We all smiled at each other and laughed. We worked all day long completely nude and it felt good. As dark came the place began to look much better.
It took me a couple of weeks before the place began to completely come together. It was beginning to look like a home now.
I had been lying around the house for weeks now, doing nothing other than swimming and tanning myself on the beach, working a few crossword puzzles and sleeping. It sure felt great to relax.
Late one evening I had nothing to do, so I slipped down to the beach to go for a swim. Afterwards I lay down on the beach, and watched as the sun set.
I had been lying there with nothing on for about an hour, when I looked down the beach and saw my mystery man, the one that I had seen on the road a few weeks back. I began to get a strange feeling about him as he walked towards me.
I had this feel of being uncomfortable. I did not know why, however, I did.
He slowly walked up to me. Then he said, “Good evening, my name is Henry Douglas. I live at the other end of the island.”
I then spoke up and said, “How do you do, my name is Vivian Russell.”