"Morning." The tall, older man said with a nod. He was rather well built, active from all appearances, his gray hair cut short under a well weathered straw hat. Wearing Bermuda shorts and a t-shirt, he exuded an air of relaxed confidence. A wealthy retiree I guessed.
Beside him a woman I guessed to be in her early forties or so. Rather petite and well endowed with a shape that only models could pull off, wearing a one piece bikini and beach sandals, coated in sand. It was hard to make out any details of her face as her sun glasses nearly covered her entire face. Like her husband, she too wore a weathered straw hat over her shoulder length sun bleached blonde hair.
She was rather cute to be honest.
At their feet walked the same mongrel dog that had investigated us some earlier, now panting heavily and tired.
"You staying at the Honeymoon Cove?" The man asked as we came to a stop to greet them. He had an accent I couldn't place. European for certain.
"Yes." I said, perplexed that they didn't seem to mind us naked.
"Rock." The man said, offering a hand. "This delicious morsel beside me is Asta."
"Ian." I said, taking his hand in mine. His grip was sure and firm. "Rock, Asta, pleasure to meet you. This is Carina."
We all made our introductions.
"You lose power?" Rock asked, glancing back down the beach. The house wasn't visible from here.
"Yeah." I nodded, feeling very much at a loss. It was weird talking to someone without my clothes on. "The generator is out of diesel. But the propane still seems to be working."
"Wouldn't work even if it had fuel. I keep telling him to get it fixed." Rock shook his head, looked thoughtful for a moment. "We have a place down the beach a ways, a good twenty minute walk from here." Rock motioned the direction they were walking. "If you need anything, anything at all, drop on by. Can't miss us."
"Rock!" Asta admonished. "Where's your hospitality? Please, you two must come over for a party today!" Asta said her accent thick and sultry. Swedish? I'm no expert, but definitely sounded like something from northern Europe. "We're having some friends over, and we always have room for more! Lots of food, cold drinks and pleasant company!"
"Now, dear." Rock said. "We don't want to impose. I think these two have other plans for their honeymoon than to be roped into a dreary party of ours."
Asta playfully jabbed her husband in the side. "Dreary? I for one, welcome some fresh faces. Not often we meet honeymooners from the cove."
"Well, actually, there's two more." Carina said. "We didn't come alone."
"Oh!" Asta beamed brightly. "Even better! A double wedding! You must be very close."
"Something like that." Carina said.
The phrasing wasn't lost on the couple.
I didn't think it possible, but Asta's smile grew even wider. "You must come! I insist!"
"Unfortunately, the roads out." I said.
"Ours too." Rock said. "Around here, everyone travels by boat or walks. We can pick you by boat. But it would probably be best to plan to spend the night, as our parties tend to run late, and navigating the cove at night is tricky."
"We wouldn't want to impose." I said.
"Nonsense. Plenty of room." Asta scoffed at my feeble protest.
"What time?" Carina asked in surrender.
"Say three? Four?" Asta asked.
"Four. Sounds like a great time." Carina said. "Dress code?"
"Come as you are." Asta said, appraising us. "We're nudists too, though the nights do cool off, so bring something warm."
"What should we bring?" I asked, resigned to going to their party now.
"Just yourselves." Asta said. "We have more than enough."
And so it was agreed. They would send someone to pick us up later that afternoon and bring us back tomorrow.
"Don't stay out too much longer." Asta warned as we parted ways. "The sun will burn quickly if you are not careful."
Carina thanked her, and they continued on their way.
"What do you think?" I asked when we were well out of ear shot.
"Swingers." Carina said. "Nice couple though."
"Really?" I asked, glancing back, only to see empty beach behind us.
"Oh yeah." She said. "Did you see her smile when I told her we weren't alone?"
"Yes." I said.
Carina nodded. "She was really scoping you out."
"She has pretty feet." I observed. "I'd do her."
"He was pretty handsome too." Carina admitted. "I wonder if his cock is as big as yours."
"He was checking you out too." I said. "Made me jealous."
"Really?" Carina blushed.
"Carina, I don't know how to tell you this, but Yvonne was right about you being hot." I smiled.
"You want to go to their party?" Carina asked, clutching my arm as we walked.
"Pretty much committed to it now." I said.
"Never been to a swinger party." Carina said, gave me a sidelong look.
"Me either. Should be fun." I said.
"There you are!" Yvonne shouted from the tiki bar as we came into sight of the house. "We were getting worried! Just in time for margaritas!" She turned to shout up the to main house. "Lily, get your ass down here! They're back!"
Leaning against the railing, nearly empty margarita glass in hand, Yvonne laughed seeing that we were naked. "Looks like you had a good time." Seeing mom's expression, her smile grew. "A really good time."
"The best." Carina said, holding up the t-shirt full of shells. "We found a lot of nice shells."