The honeymooners

Brad and I had been married four months when Daddy won the lottery. It wasn’t a huge win, but it set him and Mom for life, and it put us in our first house. All was rosy. But Daddy had always felt bad that his little girl didn’t have the big honeymoon that he thought she should have. So a couple weeks later Brad and I were on a plane to Dominica for two whole weeks at one of those all-inclusives. It was perfect. White sands for miles, always a bar boy watching to see if you looked thirsty, when we came out of the water there was someone there with a towel. A girl could get spoiled. Down toward the end of the property the beach was open to topless sunning and we heard that a lot of skinny dipping went on after hours. Even after two days and with twelve ahead of us we hated the idea of leaving ever.

On our third day we met another honeymooning couple, these two just having been married a couple days. Our waiter brought them to share our table, which was the common practice. I think the lady was a bit disappointed not to have a table for two, but when she heard we were also honeymooners she got over it. Her and I got on very quickly, and would you believe it, the guys both had Red Sox shirts on. So it was great. We stayed together through the entertainment and after we walked together on the moonlit beach. Our walk took us to the far end, and as we passed a couple came out of the water and passed us going to their towels.

“Were they naked?” Trudy asked, her voiced edgy with shock.
“I think they call it nude here.” I was a bit giggly myself, “Its Okay. This end is topless even in the day. Lots of people come down here.”
Eddie mulled this for a moment. “Do you guys come down?” with a laugh to show he didn’t mind if we did.
By this time we had turned around and were passing where we had seen the couple and found only a clothed couple coming from the resort direction.
“Hi, guys.” the lady greeted us, “Are you going in? We are. Come on, the water is best this time of day.”

I think all our jaws dropped as the couple threw their clothes into the sand and waving at us to follow, they charged into the glassy sea.
There was a long silence as the four of us watched them splash away, then Eddie ventured, “Did anyone happen to notice that she was shaved, you know, down there?”
I had noticed, and I’m sure Brad had too, but I was shaved too.
“I’m not sure if he was,” Trudy ventured, “He was so tanned I couldn’t tell.”
Eddie guffawed, “Well, at least you had a look. I was feeling bad about looking at her.”

We walked and talked back to the resort. We had a cabin right on the beach, they were in the main hotel, so we said goodnight. We promised to look them up at the breakfast buffet, and I think by that time we had already decided as a group to spend a lot of time together, as much as honeymooning would allow. We didn’t want to push it, after all, they were really newlyweds, we were old veterans of four months.

The following morning we renewed our new friendship over wicked coffee that had even Brad adding milk to cut it, and planned our day as much as we wanted it planned. Pretty simple really. Lay in the sun, play in the sun, lay in the shade, rub oil on each other, watch other vacationers, eat, drink, be mellow. It was a perfect day. We found that on the second day we had started to feel like it might be a long two weeks without any diversion, but with our new friends things looked great and a lot more fun. By early after noon we were a couple shades darker.
“I’ve never owned a bikini,” Trudy remarked as Brad rubbed lotion on my tummy, “Eddie wants me to, but Mom didn’t approve of showing more skin that you had to.”
I stared at her. “You’ve never been in a bikini? But you have a great body! Eddie is right. Come on girl, you and I are going shopping. Okay, Eddie?”

Eddie could only gape and nod, a happy smile flooding his face. I towed his demure bride back to the complex and into the beach hut. We found her size rack and held a few against her to see how they looked on her skin tone. Trudy was choosing them for their modesty more than anything else, but I made sure there was a couple really sexy ones. Then we headed for the change rooms. As it happened, it was a big room, so it seemed natural that I go right in with her to help her. She seemed a bit surprised, but a lot of things were strange to her and she accepted that it must be all right.

I let her try on a couple modest pieces, but even she had to admit they could not be called bikinis. I handed her the mate to the one I was wearing, bought only the day before. She looked doubtfully at little bit of skin it hid on me, but turned her back to strip the last one off and give it a try. She did her best to make it cover as much as she could, then shyly turned to face me. She was gorgeous. She was a couple sizes bigger than me, but I’m a hundred pounds, and most girls are. Her D’s strained at the cups, not like my A’s that just barely filled them. Her white tummy was flat and ripped, and I couldn’t believe she had never flaunted it. There was a wisp of hair peeking around the edges and she giggled nervously as I tucked them in for her.
“I don’t know if I can go out like this,” Trudy quavered.

I paused, then nodded in understanding. I went out into the shop and quickly found a wrap that matched the colour and took it back to her. Even then I had to practically drag her to the till where the card Eddie had passed me was swiped. Then I towed her in triumph back to the guys. They both watched us as we approached, me strutting my stuff, and Trudy draped in her wrap. The boys watched her expectantly. After a moment, realizing her moment was at hand, Trudy let her hands release the cloth and I unveiled her.

The intake of breath was from Brad. The “Wow ‘ was from Eddie. Both just stood and stared at her until I broke the spell. “Come on, you guys, I hate being ignored. Lets get it wet..” We splashed around for what seemed like hours, bobbing in the large surf that was running, so I would have to jump off the bottom to keep my head out, sometimes being surprised and catching a breaker and being tumbled instead. When we finally came out our new goddess was a whole lot more relaxed. When Brad rubbed new oil on me, she even lay still and let him oil her pink tummy.

A bit later a rather nice looking lady went by us with just a towel draped over her shoulders and the tiniest bikini bottom. We watched as she entered the topless area and spread to towel to lay on. At fifty yards we could all clearly see her nipples pointing at the sky. There was a pregnant silence as everyone pretended not to be impressed.
Finally, Eddie asked casually, “What think, Trudy? Want to go back to a one piece like that?”

There was another silence. “Trudy has nicer tits, don’t you Trudy?” This was from me, and I still don’t know why I said it. But I had, and I couldn’t take it back. Eddie exchanged a mischievous glance with Brad and they picked up their towels. I quickly picked up mine too and we turned to walk down the beach. “Come on, Trudy, we don’t have to go topless, lets just go check it out.”
We walked by the lone topless sunbather, the guys straining their peripheral vision. I had to admit she was nice to look at, a bit older than us, but fit and oh so worldly. Worldly is a very nice word to a small town girl, and I envied the lady her freedom. I spread my towel as casually as I could, reached around to the snap, and making a point to face the others, I opened my girls to their startled gazes. I smiled my most worldly smile and laid back on my towel, the sun already warming my lily whites. Just for a moment I thought I might have gone to far, as the others seemed uncertain who should put a towel down next to me. Then Brad broke the awkward silence.

“Bodies like these should be hidden as little as possible. Good for you, sweetheart. I was afraid to even dare you to do that.” I could have kissed him right there and then. Trudy put her towel next to me so us girls would be flanked by our husbands, whether for safety or propriety, I couldn’t say. Then she lay on her tummy and Eddie unsnapped her. She wasn’t topless like me, but it was a good start for a girl who had started the day in a one piece. Eddie rubbed lotion on the expanse of lower back that was clearly white on Trudy and I could feel Brad watching through half-closed eyes as he swabbed the bulging sides of Trudy’s breasts.

“I did Trudy’s tummy, Eddie, how about doing Carrie’s boobs?”
“Brad Brown!! Even you aren’t going to do them out here.” But I did have a problem, in that they needed doing. Even now they were prickly, having never seen the sun, so I archly sat up and massaged oil in myself, wondering if I was making a ninny of myself. I was trying not blush, not easy when you’re half Korean like me, and I was very aware how my little dark nipples were standing up. But I had to play out what I had started, and when I laid back down my tits still pointed proudly to the sun. Trudy watched all this with extreme interest and after a moment seemed to come to a decision. She lifted her bum and in one athletic motion pointed her lovely’s to the sky.

“Wow, Trudy!!!” This came from me, not the guys. She was magnificent. Her huge breasts were as hard and round grapefruit, only bigger Her nipples were as pink as mine were black, and just as pointy. Then I noticed how mortified she look at having three sets of eyes devouring her semi-nudity, and I flopped back down off my elbows. “Sorry , girl. That was very uncool of me. You just caught me by surprise.”

Trudy giggled in her own boldness, “You were surprised I turned over.”
I laughed, “ NO, kid, I was counting on you doing that or I was going to look like a real hussy.”
Brad cut in, “But it was only Eddie who knew how magnificent you are.”
“Nice try, buddy, “ Eddie laughed, “ but you still don’t get to rub oil on them.”
“Damn,” said Brad, as Eddie slopped his hands and began rubbing his wife’s breasts. But he watched the procedure with fascination, and now Trudy seemed Okay with his admiring gaze. Even Eddie seemed to making a show of it for him, and the thought flicked across my mind that Eddie was turning out to be quite playful, and my Brad seemed to have a side I hadn’t seen before. Then it occurred to me that I was having thoughts I wouldn’t normally have. I never did plot anything, but it did seem to me the week might hold another surprise or two.

Both us girls payed the price for our boldness. Thanks to the attentions of our spouses, our tits were spared the burn, But Eddie missed a couple places on Trudy’s back, and in my hurry I had missed a patch behind each tit, so both of us had to retreat out of the sun early. We took them to our cabin, us girls just wrapped in towels and Trudy’s wrap, as both bather tops hit tender areas. We were going to have a cool shower to take the goop off so we could put on some damage control stuff that was supposed to take the tingle out of burn. I guess I was a bit groggy with the sun, because without thinking I shucked off the towel and with almost the same motion got rid of my bottom, because there was a strip of burn right at the waistband.

It wasn’t until I had the water running that I realized Eddie had watched me enter the bathroom with his mouth open, and I remembered that I had tucked in some pubic hair for Trudy, and Eddie probably wasn’t used to seeing a shaved pussy. I wasn’t even trying to be ‘worldly’, I just wanted comfort. When I was finished, it took most of my inner strength to walk back into the main room with only a towel hiding me. Trudy had dropped her bottoms under her wrap and took my place in the shower. As she passed, she whispered, “Wow, You’re brave. I wish I could be like you.” And I felt a lot better. But I did turn my back on Eddie to pull on a pair of panties. They were thongs, though.

I had slid into a muumuu by the time Trudy finished in the shower, and she emerged wrapped in her sarong and grateful to see me covered. They left for their room to get ready for dinner. The sun was dropping quickly, and there was always a fancy drink for anyone at the bar for when they light the torches at sundown. Trudy and Eddie were just minutes late, and it wasn’t hard to read their faces to see what had kept them. It was only the second day of their honeymoon, after all, and I would think it had been a stimulating afternoon. As we ate, I saw that Trudy was only picking at her food, like there was something else on her mind.

Suddenly she blurted out, “Eddie and I are going skinny dipping after dinner, coming?” Her eyes cast down as it sunk in what she had just said and how she had said it, but I was quick to rescue her, just as she had bailed me out in the afternoon.
“Yes, I think we should, it will be fun.” I could see Brad’s eager nods, and added wickedly, “It’s not a full moon yet, but that makes it earlier, so the boys should have a good show.”
“Well, we’ll just see to it that you girls have a good show, too”,, Eddie was at least as eager as Brad.

By the time the dessert trays were out it was quite dark, and by unspoken agreement we passed and headed as we were to the beach. We were the only ones there, but we went to the far end anyway and under the first light of the nearly full moon we stripped off and dashed for the water. It was wonderful feeling the rush of coolness on every single nook on my body. I had never done that before, and I guess I wasn’t the only one. We stayed in for over an hour. When we came out we were still alone on the beach, although we could hear splashing and laughing. Then as the chill hit us we remembered we had not picked up towels. Us girls had our muumuu’s , and the guys had no trouble pulling up baggy shorts, but underwear was tougher.
“It doesn’t matter, I want to go back to your cabin, Is that Okay?” Trudy sounded a little edgy, and Eddie gave her a surprised glance. But we thought it was great idea. We had no plans for later, especially after having been surprised by the skinny dip idea. So we wore what we could and carried the rest and trooped back to our digs.