-- Corcovado, Costa Rica. An Alternate History -------
It was the second day. Mark & Kevin were bodysurfing in impossible blue, crashing waves.
Cindy was a little eager to get going. They had 20 miles of beach walking to do that day along the Corcovado national seashore. And that would only be half the trip.
"Can you speed it up?" she called, as Mark surfaced out of the white water at the end of a ride, tumbled and stumbling. He took a few steps through the shallow water, grinning at her.
"The only way to go faster is reduce drag, and this suit is causing half the drag for sure!"
Cindy's eyes rolled before he even began the next motion, which was to pants himself in one stroke, and throw the suit up on the beach at her feet!
Hands to the sky, he yelled, "Woot!"...and turned to dive under the next breaker, porpoising out into deeper water. Kev saw it all and followed suit, literally. Standing there ankle deep he gave the palms up "what 'cha gonna do?" gesture, and said, "you should really join us."
Cindy was too good a sport to actively spoil the fun. She decided to forget the schedule; maybe she was overworrying anyway. Her suit went further up the beach though, well above the surfline. Thinking theirs might be at risk, she stopped short of kicking them in the water. But she didn't move them uphill, either.
The bodysurfing wasn't that great because Cindy didn't feel comfortable going out over beyond where she could touch to catch the bigger waves, and the little ones were breaking on top of them -- just a washing machine, really. Mark and Kevin kept close which made her feel safe but of course they also did it to enjoy her, naked. Cindy didn't mind.
Getting out of the water a little later, sure enough the suits were gone. She got a smirk out of that. Mark said his wardrobe was carefully preplanned and he was unable to budget another pair of shorts for the first day's hike, and on that lame justification, rationalized he must spend the day naked. Now he was wearing just his backpack and a big banana leaf he stuffed down behind his neck to make a personal sunbrella.
After a little bit the, nudity seemed to disappear. He was just Mark. Cindy had hoked up with him so she knew what he looked like -- so the shock value was gone for her. She wondered what Cindy and Tessa were thinking about it though. Lagging behind for a moment chatting, she broached the topic.
"So do you feel about That?" she asked, gesturing forward towards Mark.
"That is the whitest ass I have ever seen," Tessa said, "at least next to the rest of that tan. He's gonna get the worst sunburn."
"You ought to get a big handful of sunscreen and slap your palmprint on it." That was Meaghan. "Like a brand. Then you own him."
"I could own him already."
"Make him get a 'Cindy' tattoo."
"Not sure I want to. He'd do it." Cindy continued, "But socially, is this ok or bad?"
"Your boyfriend going bareass?" asked Tessa. "It's great! It's his business and I think it's funny. Makes me think, 'what's stopping me?' which is kinda an interesting thought experiment."
Tessa followed with, "I like looking at him. Our boys should be naked all the time. Let's make 'em do some chores."
"He's not my boyfriend anymore."
"Well then you shouldn't care how naked he is."
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Two days later they'd made the trip and ended up at Bahia Drake, a little town where Cindy'd found some beach huts to rent. They were on top of a small rise, surrounded by trees on three sides and there was breakfast down at the house in the morning.
Most everybody had gone to town to look for groceries. Cindy and Tessa were sitting out behind the huts reading books and nibbling on some mangoes they'd cut up. The sun was out but there was a bit of wind and occasional puffy clouds, so it wasn't really hot.
Mark came up the trail puffing. He was carrying the windsurfer, a big heavy thing the owners kept around for over adventurous tourists, like Mark.
"How was it?" Cindy asked.
"Lots of sloshing around....not quite enough wind, but it's a floater, even for me, so I got to sail around a little."
He was covered with sweat and sand, from wrestling the windsurfer apart on the beach. He asked, "Would you guys be interested in a drink after I put this away?"
Tessa my said, "Sounds good."
"Me too. Actually, I'll go make some." Cindy went out front to the hut where they had a cooler of stuff. As she came back, Mark had just finished packing up the sail & rig, and loading it all into the wooden cubbies where the windsurfers were kept.
Cindy brought the drinks over to their little table as Mark moved towards the showers. There were four beach showers bolted to the back fence, which of course was overgrown with flowering vines, like everything else. These were just for washing off the sand, no hot water, but it was the only running water anywhere on the guest area.
Mark was just standing there, still, enjoying the cool water raining down on his head.
Cindy called out, "Hey! Wash off that gross sweat."
"Yah," he said, and reached into the ivy where they'd wedged the bar of soap in a fork of the branches. Began languidly moving it around over his skin without any industrious effort, still soaking out the heat into the cool water. "Oooh," he said.
The girls sipped their icy drinks as they watched from their chairs, about 10 yards away.
He reached up to smear some suds into his hair and for a moment his stomach tensed, flexing all the abs.
"You gotta like all those muscles," Tessa quietly observed.
"Yah," Cindy replied, "you can kind of climb all over him, find a finger hold everywhere."
"Like the bark of a big cottonwood tree."
"Haha! Yah, only smoother." Cindy picked up an orange slice of mango and dropped it in her drink.
They fell quiet for a moment.
"How's the root?" Tessa asked.
