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   Sara and I were sitting by a boarding gate at Miami International,
waiting for our flight to St.  George.  We traveled between the States and
St.  George a great deal and had become friendly with many of the flight
crews who worked this run.  However, the flight attendant who picked up the
PA microphone this morning was new to us.  She was a pert blonde with a
wide smile and what looked like what was probably a good body.

   I nudged Sara.  Nodding towards the flight attendant, I asked "Do we
know her?"

   "No," Sara replied, "she must be new."

   "Huh," I said.  "We don't see much change in the crews who work this
flight."

   "Maybe someone's sick or quit," Sara speculated.

   Looking around, I noticed that the gate area had become reasonably
crowded.  We had about 45 minutes until scheduled departure.  It looked
like we'd have a pretty full flight.  The people whom I took to be our
fellow passengers were a pretty usual cross-section.  There were, perhaps,
more young couples than on a flight elsewhere.  There was a sprinkling of
older people and several whole families.  In the corner by the window
looking out onto the tarmac was a group of girls whom I guessed to be
college students.  Off on a Spring Break trip I assumed.  Indeed, I assumed
that most of the passengers were off on vacation.  Sara and I were
returning to what had become our primary home.

   Just then, the new flight attendant was joined by a brunette whom I
recognized, Joyce.  The blonde picked up a typed sheet and started to read
the pre-boarding announcement that was a staple of a flight to St.  George.
Although I had heard it a great many times, I still found it enjoyable.

   "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Flight 2745 to the island of St. 
George.  We will begin boarding in a few moments.  First, we need to alert
you to some special rules which apply to this flight.  By the Act of the
National Assembly of 17 January 2012, every person entering the nation of
St.  George must be nude.  Nude is defined as the face, torso, limbs,
breasts, buttocks, and genitalia being uncovered and completely visible. 
Footwear which leaves most of the top of the foot exposed is permitted. 
Persons who are not nude when they present at St.  George customs and
immigration will be denied admission and must leave the country within 12
hours.  There are no exceptions." With this last sentence, the flight
attendant's smile grew a bit wider and I thought that I saw a glint in her
eye.

   She continued, "You should also be aware that, by the Act of the
National Assembly of 22 March 2014, the wearing of any clothing is
prohibited at all times and all places in St.  George.  Waivers will be
granted for demonstrated reasons of health or safety.  Application for
waiver must be made in person at the Ministry of Internal Affairs located
in Chamberlain, St.  George."

   "Caribbean Airlines has no obligation to provide return transportation
for, or to reimburse any expenses of, persons denied admission to St. 
George by reason of their failure to comply with the Acts of 17 January
2012 and 22 March 2014.  Therefore, if anyone scheduled on our flight today
is unwilling or unable to comply with these laws of the nation of St. 
George, we ask that you please see the agent at the desk in the center of
this concourse immediately.  The agent will be happy to make other
arrangements for you.  You are entitled to a full refund of your fare if
you can demonstrate to the agent that you were unaware of these laws of St.
George at the time you booked your ticket."

   The flight attendant stopped reading from her sheet and looked around to
see if anyone was leaving the gate to get off of our flight.  After a
couple of minutes, she keyed the microphone again.

   "Good.  I see that everyone is still planning to go to St.  George.  We
will start boarding any passengers needing special assistance in a moment.
I want to welcome you all on Flight 2745 to the island of St.  George.  We
look forward to seeing more of you, and you seeing more of us, when we get
to St.  George."

   The blonde and Joyce were smiling as the blonde placed the microphone
back on the podium.  The two flight attendants turned and walked down the
jet way towards the plane.  A gate agent replaced them at the podium and
started the boarding announcements.

   A lady sitting on my opposite side from Sara asked, "Why do they bring
the flight attendants out for that announcement?  Why can't the gate agent
make it?"

   I volunteered that "I think that the airline thinks it is better PR if
that particular announcement is made by one of their employees who is going
to St.  George and will, him or herself, have to comply with the nudity
laws."

   Boarding happened a bit more quickly than a normal flight.  Few people
had huge carry-on bags that had to be forced into the overhead bins.  To my
pleasant surprise, we were airborne more quickly than was typical going out
of Miami.

   The flight to St.  George took about two hours.  The first hour and a
quarter were much like any flight anywhere.  The seatbelt light finally
went off and several passengers got up to squeeze by the flight attendants
with their drinks and snacks carts in the aisles.  Sara dozed.  I read the
copy of The Economist I had bought at the airport.

   About 45 minutes out from St.  George things changed.  Unless one was
paying careful attention or was familiar with this flight, passengers
probably did not notice that the flight attendants, five ladies and one
man, had not been visible in the cabin for the last few minutes.  What you
could not fail to notice was the chief of the cabin crew, Jane, a friend of
ours, walking up the aisle from the rear of the plane to First Class.  You
couldn't fail to notice because Jane was naked except for her shoes.  Jane
is also a very attractive lady, naked or clothed.  I swore, and kidded her,
that she had a more pronounced swing in her hips when she walked through
the plane naked.  Behind Jane, the rest of the cabin crew was making a
first pass to gather cups and cans.  They were all naked too.  Jane got on
the plane's PA system.

   "Ladies and gentlemen, we are approximately 40 minutes from landing in
St.  George.  Just a reminder that St.  George law requires everyone to be
naked to be admitted into the country.  Caribbean Airlines suggests that,
like the crew, you undress before we land.  It is much easier to undress
here on the plane than in the arrivals area at St.  George airport.  If you
need a bag for your clothing, just press your flight attendant call button.
We will be happy to provide you with a complimentary bag."

   Sara and I were, of course, familiar with the St.  George nudity laws.
In fact, we had been involved in the campaign to get them passed.  We never
wore much for a flight into St.  George.  Sara had worn a light sundress
with nothing underneath, and she had quietly slipped that off once we were
in the air.  I had worn an old Northwestern t-shirt and a pair of cargo
shorts that I had slipped off shortly after Sara disrobed.

   The nervous laughter and comments led me to think that we had more than
a few first-timers on the flight.  Just then, the new blonde flight
attendant leaned into our seats, her bare breasts pointed towards Sara's
bare lap.

   "May I take your cups?  You have something to put your clothes in?"

   We handed her our cups and assured her that we didn't need a clothes
bag. The flight attendant straightened.  My speculation had been correct;
she did have a very good body.

   "Are you new on this run?" I asked.

   The flight attendant smiled.  "Yes, this is my first flight to St. 
George."

   Sara interjected, "We live there now.  Enjoy your stay on our island."

   The PA spoke again.

   "Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain.  We hope that you have
enjoyed Flight 2745.  We will be landing on the island of St.  George in a
few minutes.  Would the flight attendants please prepare the cabin for
landing."

   I had not seen the pilot on boarding.  The voice on the PA told me that
our friend Elaine was in command today.  Elaine was one of the two pilots
who had captained most of the flights into St.  George since the nudity
laws passed.  Another little quirk of St.  George law was that every flight
crew coming into the island had to be given a 24 hour layover.  Elaine had
gotten into the habit of using some of her layover sunning on the beach
just south of our house, which is how we had met her.  Since we had become
friends, Elaine had several times stayed in one of our guest rooms.  Since
I knew that she was also friends with the manager of the hotel which the
airline used on St.  George, I suspected that she had a hotel receipt for
the nights she had stayed with us and got reimbursed, but I never asked. 
Elaine was good people.

   Watching the flight attendants "prepare the cabin for landing," I
marveled a bit at how the St.  George flight always had a physically
attractive crew.  I had been told that the airlines had stopped hiring
based on looks decades ago.  Yet, the people who worked this flight were
always physically beautiful.  Even Elaine was a very attractive woman. 
Perhaps it was self-selection and only beautiful people were willing to
work a flight on which they would have to go naked.

   Once we were at the gate and the cabin door had been opened, there was
the usual line in the aisle to leave the plane.  Looking over the
passengers, I saw that everyone had, indeed, stripped down, including a few
families that were on the flight.  We were in no hurry to disembark because
we wanted to say hello to Joyce and Elaine when they came off of the plane.
We were about the last passengers off, with our small bags, and we dawdled
just outside customs and immigration.

   Finally, Joyce came off of the plane walking bare, tall, and proud with
her small travel bag on one shoulder.  Walking with her was the new flight
attendant.  Sara waved to get Joyce's attention (not that St.  George's
terminal is large enough that she would be likely to miss us).  Joyce came
over and gave each of Sara and me a warm, bare hug.  After a few seconds of
"How have you been," Joyce beckoned the other flight attendant to join us.

   "Sara, Harry, I'd like you to meet Kelly."

   The lovely naked blonde stepped forward and we shook hands.

   "Kelly, are you on the St.  George flight permanently?" Sara asked.

   "Yes.  I've had my bid in for this flight almost since the beginning of
my time with Caribbean.  There is quite a waiting list to crew these
flights.  I'm so happy that I finally got it," Kelly responded.

   "Really?" I asked.  "Why did you want this flight?"

   "Are you kidding?  Getting to work about half of a flight naked and
every other day I get to spend a day someplace where it's illegal to wear
any clothes, who wouldn't want that job?" Kelly responded enthusiastically.

   Joyce chimed in, "It drives the union nuts because they claim that it is
sexist to make us strip and that St.  George needs to create an exemption
for flight crews.  But, pretty much everyone at our company wants to work
these flights.  No one gives up one of these assignments.  I sure
wouldn't."

   Just then we saw Elaine coming off the plane accompanied by her co-pilot
Ed.  Elaine came up and gave Sara and me each a hug too.

   "What were you two doing up in the States?" she asked.

   Sara explained that we occasionally went back to tend to business
interests.  Then she asked Elaine, "Are you coming to the beach?"

   Elaine nodded.  "As soon as I dump my bag at the hotel."

   "Can we get you to stop for dinner?" Sara asked.

   "Sure.  That would be great," Elaine agreed.

   I turned to the others.  "Kelly, Joyce, Ed, do you want to visit the
beach on the southwest side where we live and then come over for dinner?"

   Ed declined. 

   However, Joyce said, "Sure.  That will be a great way to introduce Kelly
to St.  George." Kelly nodded her acquiescence.  "Give us about an hour,"
Joyce added.

   The six of us walked towards customs and immigration.  The "border" was
staffed by two men and two ladies, naked except for their official caps. 
Since Sara and I lived on the island, re-entry was a simple procedure.  The
other four had to show their passports.  Since the customs staff didn't
recognize Kelly, they made a cursory inspection of her bag.

   Waiting briefly for Kelly to finish with customs, Joyce quipped, "I
should have suggested a body cavity inspection just to jerk her chain."

   Sara replied, "Those are really more fun when you are one of the first
off the plane and everyone is lined up behind you watching.  There's no one
around now."

   Kelly left customs and rejoined us.  Sara fished in her bag and pulled
out a tube of sunscreen.  "Kelly, you are only a degree or two off of the
equator here.  The sun is intense and you are kind of pale.  You'll burn
terribly before you reach your hotel if you don't have sunscreen."

   Smiling, Kelly pulled a tube from her bag and began spreading the
sunscreen over herself.

   "Don't forget the places that are usually covered," Sara instructed. 
"Get it in your crack and all around your pussy."

   Kelly dutifully covered all of her body that she could reach with her
sunscreen.  Then she turned to me, held out the tube, and asked "Do my
back?"

   Being a gentleman, I couldn't refuse.  I spread the sunscreen over her
shoulders and her upper back and worked it in as though I was giving a
massage.  Initially, I stopped at Kelly's waist.

   Turning her head, Kelly said, "I think that I forgot my butt.  Would
you?"

   Gladly, as Kelly had a very beautiful ass.  I put sunscreen on each of
her cheeks and worked it in carefully.  Finally, pulling myself away, I
stood back.

   Kelly reached behind herself with both hands and spread her cheeks. 
"Sara said that I need sunscreen here too."

   I resumed, spreading sunscreen as far in between her cheeks as I thought
necessary.  I couldn't resist lightly fingering her rosebud a time or two,
though.  When I finished, Kelly turn around to face me.  Smiling, she said
"thank you" and then gave me a peck on the cheek.

   Ed had already gone on.  We said temporary goodbyes to Elaine, Joyce,
and Kelly as they set off on the short walk to the hotel the airline used.
Sara and I flagged one of the cabs marked "All Island."

   Internal combustion engines had been banned from St.  George.  Bicycles
were the common means of transportation, including special bikes with
passenger benches that served as cabs.  Most were dual and pedaled by two
cabbies, usually one man and one woman.  However, because the interior of
the island was hilly, if not borderline mountainous, some cabs had a
battery-powered motor to assist the cabbies.  These were the "All Island"
cabs.  Needless to say, St.  George cabbies were all very fit young men and
women.

   We had our cabbies stop at a market on the outskirts of Chamberlain so
we could get food to serve at dinner that night.  After leaving the market,
we skirted around the perimeter of the island for almost 40 minutes until
the cab dropped us at home.

   After putting our purchases in the refrigerator (the island has very
reliable power, generated largely from a farm of solar cells and wind
turbines at the island's highest point), we opened up the house.  Privacy
isn't much of a concern on St.  George and there is virtually no crime. 
Consequently, we were able to design our house with moveable panels for
walls.  That enabled us to open virtually the entire house to the outside.
As we were only a few meters from the beach, there were reliable breezes
that eliminated any need for air conditioning.

   Our house was on a small cove, and we had our "own" beach (all beaches
to mean high tide are actually public property).  However, just around the
point was "Southwest Beach," one of the more popular beaches on St. 
George.

   About 20 minutes later, another cab dropped Elaine, Joyce, and Kelly in
front of our house.  They each carried a large towel and Joyce had a beach
bag in which I could see the tops of a couple of bottles of wine.  Sara and
I loaded more drinks into a cooler and gathered our towels.  The five of us
walked down to the beach and around the point.  It was early afternoon on a
weekday, so Southwest Beach wasn't crowded.  There were about 35-40 people
on the beach.  Southwest Beach was not one of the designated "family
beaches" on the island, so the crowd was all adult.

   We spread our towels and sat down.  Joyce pulled a bottle of wine from
her bag along with an opener.  After opening the bottle, she distributed
the wine into five paper cups and passed them out.

   After a few moments, Kelly said, "I think that it's a great idea, but
why is it illegal to wear any clothes on St.  George?"

   Sara nodded at me to answer.  "Well, I'll have to give you a short
lesson in island history.  It starts with the fact that, in the 1960s, St.
George was very inexpensive and became very popular with what I guess you'd
call 'hippies' or 'flower children' from the US and Canada.  Some of them
never left.  That was, of course, the era of the 'sexual revolution' and
the island acquired a pretty relaxed attitude.  After independence, the
island was looking for some way to develop an economy.  We don't really
make or grow much here, so tourism was the obvious choice.  However, the
challenge was to differentiate St.  George from all of the other resort
islands in the Caribbean."

   I sipped some wine and then resumed.  "No one here really cares about
nudity, so the first thing done was to create several officially permitted
nude beaches.  That brought a few people, but didn't do much to make St. 
George a more desirable destination than, say, Jamaica or St.  Martin. 
About ten years ago, it was thought that we'd boost tourism if we let
people go nude everywhere on the island.  That worked, but we also got a
lot of 'gawkers' who came just to see naked bodies and stayed clothed
themselves.  That was a real deterrent to a lot of people who wanted to
enjoy St.  George in the nude.  Finally, a few of us, Sara and I were
involved, began pushing to make nudity mandatory.  Our idea was that
visitors would be more at ease going nude if everyone else was nude too. 
Surprisingly, the idea got a lot of support from the full-time residents
and became law about six years ago."

   "What happens if someone is wearing clothes without a permit?" Kelly
asked.

   Sara responded, "Well, if you did that as a tourist, the police would
take you to the station.  You'd be stripped naked and your face and
genitals would be photographed.  Those photos go on the government's
website and never come down.  Then, you'd be fined about $ 2,000 and put in
a boat to St.  Kitts immediately."

   "What if you live here?" Kelly asked.

   "I'm not sure because it has never happened," Sara answered.  "Everyone
who lives here is perfectly happy to stay naked."

   I looked at Joyce and asked her, "Did you show Kelly the Garden?"

   Joyce just smiled.

   "What Garden?" Kelly asked.

   I nodded at Sara.  Sara explained, "In colonial days, a huge, very
lovely park was built in the center of Chamberlain.  Even when nudity was
just optional, it became understood that anyone in the park was looking for
sex.  It splits so that the northern half is hetero and the southern half
is gay/lesbian.  You can certainly decline if you're in the Garden and
someone asks you to have sex, but people don't go to the Garden if they're
just interested in looking at flowers.  The other thing is that no one
hides behind the bushes.  Sex in the Garden is very open and anyone is
welcome to watch."

   Kelly seemed a bit shocked, "Really?"

   "Yes," Sara continued.  "Like Harry was saying, it's probably a holdover
from the Sixties, but folks on St.  George don't consider sex something to
be done in private.  We also don't place a lot of importance on monogamy.
You can certainly enjoy sex with many people besides the person you love."

   Kelly was obviously trying to get her mind around the freedom of the
Garden.

   Sara added, "The Garden is really a great place.  Harry and I go there
often, sometime together, sometimes individually."



   I told Sara, "Tell her about the amphitheater."

   Sara smiled.  "Part of the Garden is a natural amphitheater.  So the
Government built a small stage with a roof over it and built benches into
the hillside.  There are arts performances there, but on Tuesday nights it
is traditional for people to have sex on the stage.  It may be a couple, a
gay or lesbian couple, a group, or just one person masturbating.  It's kind
of a sexual 'open-mike' night.  It draws a good crowd usually."

   Joyce and Elaine already knew all of this.  All Kelly could say was
"Wow."

   Sara went on.  "Harry and I go there a lot.  Several of our friends from
around the island usually come.  It's great to see them and talk to then
knowing that they'll be watching you fuck in a few minutes and, of course,
we get to watch many of them fuck too.  But, the real fun is being watched.
I promise you that you will never have an orgasm as intense as one you have
when you know a large group of people are watching you come." 

   Kelly asked, "Is sex open everywhere on the island?"

   Sara replied, "No.  There are several designated 'family' beaches,
mainly on the east side of the island, where sex is absolutely prohibited
on the beach.  Apart from the Garden, there is no public sex in
Chamberlain. Generally, you will not see sex on the beaches.  Now, a sort
of a convention has developed at many beaches, like this one, that people
who want to have sex go back into the dunes." Sara giggled.  "Of course, it
is also accepted that, if you see a couple going back into the dunes,
anyone else who wants to is welcome to go back and watch."

   Thinking that Sara was exaggerating the public sex on the island a bit,
I interjected, "There really isn't sex on plain view outside of the Garden.
The Government has tried to encourage family tourism on the island, and it
seems to be working."

   "Really?" Kelly said with some surprise.

   "Yes," Sara said.  "I've forgotten the number, but the Government claims
that many thousand families with children visit the island each year.  We
actually met and have become good friends with one of them."

   Kelly laughed, still somewhat disbelieving, I think.  "How did that
happen?"

   Sara gave a summary of the story.  "It was five years ago.  Harry and I
were on a flight back from the States.  Harry likes to have an aisle seat
and, as we were on the three seat side of the plane, I took the middle
seat. There was a girl about 16 who had the window seat.  We quickly
figured out that the three people in the row in front of us were her
parents and her brother.  I think that the brother was about 14 then.  We
got talking to them.  It turned out that none of them had gone nude
publicly, or with each other, before.  The parents, Bill and Sue, thought
that it would be interesting to try and persuaded their kids, Sally and
Jeff, to come along."

   I picked up the story.  "It was fairly obvious that the parents were
looking forward to an adventure.  The kids, on the other hand, seemed to
have great trepidation.  I give them credit for trying it because their
parents really did give them the option not to take the trip."

   Sara resumed, "It was interesting when the cabin crew made the
announcement about stripping down before landing.  Bill and Sue kind of
took a deep breath and stripped right off.  It was obviously the moment
which Sally and Jeff had been dreading.  I'll give them credit though, they
did get naked.  I think that was the first time Sally and Jeff had seen
each other, or their parents, nude."

   "Any way," I picked up, "we ran into them the next day and invited them
down to this beach.  By their second day on the island, when they came
here, all four of them were having a great time and loved being nude.  They
have come back as a family at least once every year since that first trip.
We've gotten together with them each time they come to St.  George."

   Sara added, "When Sally started college, they started coming down on her
Christmas break.  Of course, Jeff is in college now too so they scheduled
their trip to fit with both kids' breaks.  Actually, they're staying with
us this year."

   Realizing that we were not pulling her leg, Kelly said, "That is so
cool."

   I glanced towards the southern end of the beach.  There were a couple of
huts that sold short order food and drinks there and, just behind, an area
for parking bikes.  I saw a group of girls get off of their bikes and walk
onto the beach.  They looked like the group of college girls who had been
on our flight that morning.

   Just then, two couples of twenty-somethings walked up to us.  One of the
guys was holding a volleyball (there was a volleyball net erected on the
north end of the beach).  "You guys want to play?" one of the girls asked.
"We could use a few more."

   Elaine wasn't interested, but Joyce, Kelly, Sara, and I agreed to play.
One of the two couples went to each side of the net.  Joyce and Sara joined
one couple while Kelly and I joined the other.  We played five games.  The
two couples who invited us were significantly better players than Sara and
I.  Kelly was also a very good volleyball player.

   "I played varsity in high school," Kelly told me between games.

   After five games in the afternoon sun, we were all very hot and very
sweaty.  Everyone dashed into the ocean to cool off.  I surfaced several
yards out where the water was just below my chest.  Kelly surfaced next to
me.  With her blonde hair washed back, she looked stunning.

   "This is great," Kelly said.  "I've played beach volleyball a bunch of
times and always got sand in my bikini.  Not this time!" Kelly smiled
broadly.

   Once we came out of the water, it was late afternoon.  The five of us
packed up our beach gear and went back to our house for drinks.  After a
drink, Sara and I got working on dinner.  We had a convivial dinner.  Most
of the dinner conversation was just small talk.  Then Kelly broke in.

   "Guys, this is all a bit new to me.  Yes, I know that I bid to work the
St.  George flight because I thought that it would be fun to get naked
some. What I didn't realize is how much fun it is.  I mean, I like a naked
guy.  I've enjoyed looking at Harry's dick all afternoon and I enjoyed
looking at the guys we were playing volleyball with.  But, I think I enjoy
it more knowing that everyone is seeing me, my cunt, my asshole, and my
tits.  Am I weird?"

   "No dear," Elaine responded.  "It is naturally stimulating to be seen
naked."

   "What she's really saying, "Joyce interjected, "is that you are an
exhibitionist.  We all are.  We all get pleasure from being seen naked.  I
love it that I can walk down the aisle in the plane and my bush (Joyce's
bush is very neatly trimmed) is level with everyone's faces.  Now, you need
to take the next step and get fucked with people watching.  Like Sara said
this afternoon, it will be the most powerful orgasm you'll ever have. 
Especially that first time."

   Kelly sat thoughtful for a moment.  "You know, when I got on the plane
this morning in Miami I knew that I was going to take all of my clothes off
in front of other people.  That actually excited me.  But, the idea of sex
in front of other people, well, no way.  But now, the idea does sound
enticing."

   It was starting to get dark.  Joyce said, "We'll leave that for another
time.  We'd best get back to the hotel.  Harry, where is your phone?  I'll
call a cab."

   "Foof, " Sara exclaimed.  "Harry and I bought a passenger bike.  We can
take you back."

   I hauled the bike out of the garage.  Kelly, Joyce, and Elaine climbed
into the passenger carriage.  Sara and I mounted the parallel seats and
started peddling.  It was about 40 minutes back to the ladies' hotel. 
However, because we took the relatively flat route near the beach, it was
not particularly strenuous for Sara and me.

   It was dark as we began peddling back to our house.  Given the island's
tropical climate, it was perfectly comfortable to be nude on St.  George
any time night or day.  On the road just past our home, we saw two figures
walking along the road.  People walking the roads at night were not common
on this part of the island, so we peddled on to see who it was.  The
figures turned out to be Gretchen and Beth, an older lesbian couple who
lived part way up a hill on the inland side of our road about a quarter
mile from our house.

   We stopped.  Gretchen and Beth greeted us warmly.  We caught up on what
had happened in the neighborhood while we were in the states.

   The biggest news came from Beth.  "That house way up the hill just south
of your place sold.  The word is that some very rich guy from New York
bought it for a ridiculous price.  He's supposedly never been here.  Joe at
Bare Pleasure Realty said that the guy bought the house so that his college
age daughter would have someplace 'safe' to go on her breaks." Beth shook
her head at the extravagance of the very wealthy.

   Sara asked, "What are you guys doing out?"

   Gretchen responded, "We got an urge to go down on the beach and make
love.  No one should be there after dark.  You guys want to come along?"

   We agreed and rolled our dual bicycle off of the roadway.  It was a
lovely night as we walked onto the sand.  Once we were in the center of the
beach, Beth leaned down and began sucking one of Gretchen's nipples. 
Gretchen spread her legs so that Beth could start fingering her too.  While
it may not sound that exciting, standing there naked with Sara watching the
two older naked ladies start on each other was quite exciting.  From her
nipples, I could see that Sara was getting turned on too.

   Soon, Gretchen was on her back on the sand.  Beth was on her elbows and
knees over Gretchen.  Gretchen's face was buried in Beth's cunt as was
Beth's face in Gretchen's.  That was too much.  I was swiftly on my back on
the sand.  Sara straddled me and then settled down on top of me, taking my
dick inside her.

   The sensations that Sara and I were giving each other were intense, and
were augmented by the sounds of Gretchen's and Beth's sex right next to us.
At one point, I vaguely thought I heard voices, but I really didn't care.

   Sara and I had been together long enough that we could synch with each
other.  We came more or less simultaneously.  As Sara breathlessly
collapsed into my arms, we heard applause.  Sara sat up, startled.  I was
still inside of Sara, but, looking around, I saw Gretchen and Beth, and six
much younger women.  Sara got off of me and I stood up, still semi-hard.

   With a chuckle, Beth said "Harry, Sara, you do know how to make a first
impression.  These girls are from the house on the hill that I was telling
you sold."

   One of the girls, with a splendid ripe body, stepped forward and
extended her hand.  "Hi.  I'm Joanne.  My dad recently bought the house on
the hill over there." She pointed towards the inland hills.  "These are my
friends.  We're on break from ____ (she named a prestigious school on the
US East Coast that was very difficult to get into).  We've never done it
before, but, since the house was free, we thought it would be interesting
to spend a whole week naked."

   Sara and I introduced ourselves and explained that we lived just around
the point that formed the north end of the beach.  I was a little
embarrassed because my erection was not going down.  It also dawned on me
that these were the girls on our flight down.

   "So, how do you like being naked all of the time?" Sara asked the girls.

   A taller girl with large breasts answered, "Being naked is wonderful. 
We haven't been here a full day yet, but what we're finding so far is that
there aren't that many guys our age here and the ones who are here think
that, just because you're naked, you automatically want to be fucked by any
bare dick you see."

   Another girl, whom I took to be blonde in the dim light, said, "Its
really kind of fun being looked at, and I'm starting to enjoy bending over
and giving people the full cunt and asshole view, but I'd at least like the
guys to act like they think that there is more to me than that."

   Sara put her arm around my waist.  "I can promise you," Sara said,
"there are men on St.  George who appreciate both your naked beauty and
your mind." Sara leaned up and kissed me.

   I still wasn't sure how to play this situation.  Sara took it out of my
hands.

   "Since we're neighbors, why don't you come over for breakfast in the
morning?" Sara said to the six girls.  They giggled, but accepted Sara's
invitation.

   We chatted a few more minutes.  Beth and Gretchen walked off first, then
the six girls.  Sara and I went back to our dual bike and peddled the short
distance back home.  Once the bike was garaged, we began opening the walls.
When we were finished, our bedroom was open from floor to ceiling on both
the beach and road sides to allow the breeze to blow through.  It had been
a long, but pleasant, day.  Sara and I soon went to bed.

   I tend to sleep on my stomach.  A byproduct of that is that I am
grinding my dick into the mattress and usually have a hard-on.  Sara's way
of addressing that, which she used that night, is to guide me into her. 
Then we go back to sleep united.

   That is how we still were when we awoke the following morning.  Except,
our six new college age friends were standing around us.  With the walls
slid back, they could see us in bed from the road and had only to walk
over.

   A truly stunning natural redhead, whom I learned later was named Stacy,
said, "You guys and fuck in full view of the road and the beach?  That is
great!  I like it."

   Sara and I got out of bed.  I said to the girls, "Excuse us for a moment
while we shower."

   Sara and I stepped out of our bedroom to the outdoor open-air shower in
the yard.  I washed Sara off and then she washed me.  Our new friends had
followed us and watched our shower. 

   As Sara and I were toweling off, Joanne said, "You have my Dad's place
beat with this outdoor shower.  Do you mind if I come down here to shower?
I feel that, if I'm naked all the time anyway, I ought to be able to enjoy
an outdoor shower."

   I wasn't quite sure how to answer a very beautiful girl who looked about
20 asking to use our outdoor shower.  Once again, my Sara took the lead."

   "Certainly, any of you are welcome to use the shower whenever you wish
so long as you don't mind if Harry or I join you." That was acceptable to
the girls.

   The eight of us went back inside.  I made fresh mango juice while Sara
assembled a large plate of sliced meats, cheeses, and fruits for breakfast.
Over breakfast, the girls questioned us about St.  George and the mandatory
nudity rule, much as Kelly had the day before.  They also asked how we had
migrated to St.  George and how we liked living in the nude.

   "I love it," Sara said.  "I can go months without wearing a stitch and
that's great."

   Another girl asked, "You don't mind being seen naked?"

   Sara responded, "Well, you've been naked since before you got off of the
plane yesterday.  A lot of people have seen all of you.  Do you mind?"

   "No, but it's a novelty for me, a bit of taboo breaking," the girl
responded.  "Does the thrill wear off?"

   "You get used to being nude all of the time," Sara said, "but, you know
when someone is looking closely at you and that thrill never wears off."

   Stacy said, "Well you two look very fit and good with your all-over
tans."

   Sara replied, "All six of you are very beautiful women.  Don't you agree
Harry?"

   I did and said so.  In full light, I realized that my initial impression
from the day before was correct.  These were very beautiful young ladies.

   Sara and I turned the questioning around, trying to learn a bit of our
new friends' backgrounds.  They were all American.  All of them came from
well-off to wealthy families.  Joanne was studying architecture (Sara's
background).  Two were in chemical engineering.  One was studying physics.
One was studying chemistry. 

   "And I'm the odd girl out," Stacy said.  "I'm a dual major in dance and
political science.  I love dance, but I know that I'm not good enough to be
a featured dancer with one of the renowned companies.  My tits are too big.
So I'm planning on law school."

   Sara shot me a look.  In a prior life, I had been a lawyer.  A fairly
good one.  Sara immediately told Stacy that.

   "Oh, can we get together and talk?" Stacy asked me. 

   What do you say when a very beautiful 20 year-old girl who is completely
naked asks to get together with you?  I said "certainly."

   Sara said, "I've got classes most of tomorrow" (Sara had been a swimmer
in college and taught swim and swimming fitness classes for children and
adults at the municipal pool in Chamberlain).  "Harry, why don't you take
Stacy, and anyone else who wants to go, out on the boat?"

   We kept a decent sized sailboat at the marina in Chamberlain.

   Stacy said, "That would be great.  While my Dad was alive, I used to
sail with him on San Francisco Bay several times a year.  May I go sailing
with you Harry?"

   "Sure," I said.  "Although, if you can handle the Bay, you're probably a
much better sailor than me.  The waters around St.  George are usually
pretty placid.  Anyone else want to go sailing?"

   The other four girls demurred.  "I get seasick" one said.  Another
added, "I want to go shopping.  I've never gone shopping naked."

   Joanne asked, "Sara, could I go with you to your classes?  I swam in
high school.  Maybe I can help out."

   Sara gave Joanne an appraising look, which Joanne gave right back.  I
thought that both of them liked what they saw.  Sara answered, "Of course.
That would be wonderful."

   After a time, the girls moved on to the beach.  Sara and I had things to
do around the house.  There was also a phone call with Kelly and Joyce
before they got to work on their return flight to Miami.  During Sara's
part of the call, I heard her saying something about taking Kelly to the
amphitheater in the Garden next Tuesday.

   That night, before we went to sleep, Sara looked me in the eye.  "Harry,
when you take Stacy out on the boat tomorrow, please fuck her.  I know
she'll enjoy that."

   Sara and I have a somewhat open relationship.  There is no doubt in
either of our minds that we love each other very much.  However, neither of
us believes that love should be a barrier to either of us enjoying life as
much as possible.  Sex with other partners in allowed and even encouraged.
Our only rule is that each of us needs to know whom the other is fucking.

   The other four girls rode into Chamberlain with Sara and Joanne in our
dual bicycle carriage.  I assume that was a good workout for Sara and
Joanne.  Stacy and I rode individual bikes to the marina in Chamberlain.

   It quickly became apparent that Stacy was, in fact, a better sailor than
I.  With her taking the lead, we had the boat out of the marina swiftly.  I
took a reach tack towards the northeast.

   "There is a reef a few miles up.  We can anchor off of the reef and
snorkel," I explained.

   That is what we did.  My choice of site was validated by an unusually
large number of colorful fish swimming around the reef.  Snorkeling behind
Stacy in the water, I got a good look at her nude form.  Stacy was a very
beautiful woman with a fantastic figure.  Although I could see how her
chest, while not disproportionate, might hinder her dance career.

   After a couple of hours in the water, we went back to the boat for a
light lunch.  I also broke out some wine.  We were sitting on deck, facing
each other.  Stacy and I talked at length about the pros and cons of law
school and lawyering.  I explained that the profession was changing
drastically and that I didn't think it was as good a thing to do as it had
been when I started.

   Finally, I shifted the conversation away from law.  "How did you end up
on break on St.  George?" I asked.

   "Joanne's a very good friend.  I knew that her Dad, who has shitloads of
money, had bought a house in the Caribbean.  I was thrilled when Joanne
asked us to stay at it with her," Stacy replied.  "Of course, I knew about
St.  George and the mandatory nudity.  That was part of the appeal to me.
I'm an exhibitionist."

   I raised an eyebrow.  "Really?"

   "Oh yeah.  I've already danced four or five roles nude at school.  When
I was a freshman, the dance department at school staged an experimental
dance.  There was one dancer who went naked the whole dance.  I tried out
for that role and got it.  It was so cool.  We did eight performances and
every performance, I ran around naked while everyone else was wearing
clothes."

   Stacy went on, "That created a bit of a stink, especially when people
found out that I was only a freshman and I was dancing naked for audiences.
So, the school decided no more nude dancers.  But, one of my instructors
works with a very progressive dance company in town.  Thanks to him, I've
gotten to dance several other nude roles."

   "What interested you in dancing naked to start with?"

   Stacy laughed.  "Well, if you think about it, a dancer's medium is his
or her body.  It never made a lot of sense to me why that medium should be
covered up."

   "But," Stacy went on, "there's more to it.  It was really my mom who got
me interested in letting other people see me naked.  The story I was told
was that mom didn't have a lot of money when she was in college.  So, she
got a job being a nude model for her school's art department.  I guess she
liked it.  I think that she stopped modeling when she married Dad.  Dad
died of cancer while I was in middle school.  I guess Mom was bored and she
started modeling again.  Mom is still in great shape."

   "Anyway, when I was a sophomore in high school, I went to one of her
modeling gigs with Mom.  I watched Mom standing naked in the middle of the
room while all these people looked at her very intensely and drew her.  I
thought Mom was the person who was really having the fun and I thought it
would be a great thing to do.  As we were driving home that day, I asked
Mom if I could model with her.  I was really too young to be a nude model,
but Mom worked it out somehow so, along with dance class, I started being a
nude model with my mother."

   Then, Stacy turned the focus of the conversation to me.  She asked how
I'd met Sara and thought that it was funny that I'd been naked and Sara had
been dressed the first time we met.  I explained how we came to St. 
George.

   "So, you have a great tan.  How do you feel about everyone seeing you
naked?" Stacy asked.

   "I'm very comfortable with it."

   "Do you enjoy people seeing your dick?"

   I laughed.  "I guess I do now that you ask."

   "Spread your legs," Stacy directed.

   I unfolded myself from the quasi-lotus position I was in and extended
both legs.  Then I spread the, so that Stacy had an unobstructed view of my
dick.  Stacy looked at me for several seconds.

   "May I touch you?" she asked.

   "Of course."

   Stacy leaned forward and gently ran her index finger along the top of my
shaft and then around where I'd been circumcised as a child.

   Stacy looked up at my face and smiled.  "I've been laid a bunch of
times, but I've never really looked at a guy's dick.  I like it," she said.

   Stacy ran her finger along the underside of my head.  I was starting to
get a bit hard from her touching.

   "Would you stand up?" Stacy asked.

   I stood and she sat up onto her knees.  My dick was right in Stacy's
gorgeous face.  She put her hand around my shaft, lifted me up a bit, and
kissed the very end of my dick.  That, of course, made me harder.  Then,
Stacy opened her mouth and took my head into it.  I could feel her tongue
circling around my dickhead.  She knew something about giving head.

   After a few moments, Stacy took me out of her mouth.  She looked up into
my face.  I saw real desire in her face, which made her even more
beautiful.

   "Fuck me, now, bareback, please." Stacy lay back on the deck, spreading
her legs.  I reached down and fingered her once.  Stacy was already very
wet, so I lowered myself over her and slowly slid into her beautiful cunt.
Stacy was a good lover.  Her pelvic muscles were well-developed and she
clamped down on me so that I was getting the maximum sensation.  After a
few seconds, I figured out where her favorite spot was and began thrusting
my dick against it.

   We were going pretty hard when Stacy leaned up slightly and bit my
earlobe.  She whispered "I don't want this to end."

   In deference to her wishes, I slowed my pace.  We kept each other happy,
but not quite at climax for maybe an hour.  I know another boat went by
while we were at it.

   Finally, Stacy looked at me and said "Now!"

   I picked up my pace again and focused on the spot in her cunt that
seemed to please her most.  Soon, Stacy was moaning, and I was close to
coming.

   Between moans, Stacy gasped "Come. . .  in . . .  me." I did.

   Just as I came, Stacy let out a shriek that must have been heard back on
St.  George.  Her whole body convulsed.  She did it a second time, and then
relaxed.

   We were both sweaty and breathing hard.  I kissed Stacy and started to
back out of her.

   "Don't, please.  Let's just stay like this," Stacy said.  We lay there,
kissing, for quite a while. 

   Finally, Stacy said "ok." I pulled out, stood and helped her up.  We
both dove over the side to wash off.  We swan around a little, then Stacy
went over to the ladder I had put over the side for snorkeling. 

   Stacy grasped the sides of the ladder, turned her head back to me, and
said "help me up." So, I put one hand on each of her ass cheeks and gave
her a boost.  Stacy went up the ladder with her legs apart, giving me a
wonderful view.

   Back on deck, we realized that the sun was approaching the horizon.  We
swiftly took up the ladder and hauled in our anchor.  Due largely to
Stacy's skill, we made in back to the Chamberlain harbor quickly on a close
haul.  As we boat the boat alongside the dock, Sara and Joanne were waiting
for us smiling.

   "Did we have fun?" Sara asked.

   More to Stacy than me, Joanne said, "the other girls took a cab back to
the house."

   Sara asked Stacy and Joanne, "Do you guys want to get an early dinner?
There's a place here in Chamberlain run by a friend of ours."

   The girls said that would be nice, so we took them to the Crayfish Boil,
a Cajun restaurant run by a friend.  We had a wonderful meal.

   As we were finishing, Joanne said, "Well, this was something new.  I've
never had a meal in a restaurant naked before."

   Sara asked, "How did you like the experience?"

   "Its odd," Joanne answered, "but I really think that the meal tasted
better because I have no clothes on."

   "Most things in life are better if you are naked," Sara opined.  Then
Sara asked, "Hey, are you guys still here next Tuesday?"

   "Yes, we're here two weeks," Stacy answered.

   Sara explained a bit about the live sex at the Garden amphitheater. 
"Would you like to go?"

   Joanne and Stacy looked at each other.  They both smiled.  In unison,
they said "Definitely!"

   Walking back from the restaurant to the marina where we'd left the
bikes, Joanne asked, "Do cruise ships stop in St.  George?"

   Sara chuckled.  "Most of the big lines won't because our mandatory
nudity rules mean that most of their passengers won't leave the ship. 
There are one or two that stop when they are on an alternate itinerary.  It
is amusing to watch when one comes in.  Anybody who wants to get off here
has to strip on the ship.  You'll nearly all of the passengers standing
around watching the gangway to see who among them has gotten naked."

   We peddled back to our house.  Joanne said that she was going to walk
back to her father's house.  Stacy wanted to talk a bit more.

   Once Joanne left, Sara asked Stacy "Would you like to stay the night
with us?"

   "I'd like that very much if it is no imposition, "Stacy answered.

   "None at all, we'll be glad to have you," Sara said.

   It was fun.  Stacy had her first experience being eaten by a woman and
eating a woman.  Stacy also said that she had never seen a guy jack-off, so
I had to give a demonstration.  After opening the bedroom up to the air,
Sara, Stacy, and I slept together.  In bed with two highly intelligent,
very beautiful naked ladies is not a bad thing.

   Stacy stayed with us the rest of the week.  As promised, Joanne came
down each morning to use our outdoor shower.  Sara and I both helped her
get clean.  Joanne stayed one night with us.  She and Sara used one of our
guest rooms while Stacy and I slept together.  Well, we really didn't sleep
that much.

   Tuesday came sooner than seemed possible.  Sara had organized quite a
group to go to the amphitheater.  In addition to Stacy and Joanne, their
four friends came along.  We met Joyce and Kelly, who were on their
layover, in town.

   Shortly before 6:00 p.m., the ten of us were walking into the Garden. 
The area around the main entrance was heterosexual.  We saw the usual range
of copulation, blow jobs, and the like.  I could have been wrong, but it
seemed to me that most of the participants were tourists taking advantage
of the freedom of St.  George.

   When we walked into the amphitheater, it was almost full.  Sara and I
saw several friends from around the island.  We exchanged greetings and
introduced our new friends.

   On the stage, there was just a table with some padding on the top.  To
one side was a cart with a lot of towels and two dispensers of disinfectant
wipes.  There was no MC or announcer, but, on the dot of 6:00 p.m. 
everyone sat down.  After a few minutes, the guy who owned one of the dive
shops walked up onto the stage.  He already had a hard-on; the product, I
think, of his girlfriend's efforts.  On stage, he began wordlessly stroking
himself until he spurted.  Everyone applauded and he went back to his seat.

   Next up were two gay guys who were also the best carpenters on the
island.  Bob did his partner Ron in the ass.  I'm not much for gay sex, but
the girls seemed to be fascinated.

   The carpenters were followed by an older couple, friends of ours who ran
a nice little hotel on the east side of the island.  Ken lay down on his
back on the table and his wife, Karen, rode him until they both came.

   I was sitting between Sara and Stacy.  As Ken and Karen were finishing,
Stacy stood up and grabbed my hand.

   "What?" I asked.

   "Come on," Stacy said.

   "What?" I asked again (slow on the uptake, I admit).

   "Harry, I want you to fuck me up there on stage," Stacy declared.

   I glanced at Sara, who gave an approving nod.  So, I got up and started
walking towards the stage with Stacy.  Looking back to our seats, most of
Stacy's friends seemed a bit shocked.  However, Joanne and Sara were
smiling broadly.  Behind them, I could see Joyce and Kelly smiling also.

   I followed Stacy down the steps to the stage.  Like some other redheads
I'd met, Stacy's skin had a reddish cast.  Almost two weeks naked had
obliterated her tan lines.  Her bare, tan back, ass, and legs looked
exquisite.  The idea that in a couple of minutes I'd be fucking her in
front of a couple hundred people was having its effect.  I was getting
hard.

   On stage, Stacy moved me over to the table.  I was standing with my ass
against the edge of the table.  Stacy bent down so that her face was just
above my hard dick.  Then Stacy looked up at the audience.  She nodded her
head once, and I could see many people in the audience nodding in response.
Stacy gently pushed me back so that I was lying on my back on the table.

   Stacy got on the table, straddling me.  She grasped my dick and guided
it into her cunt as she lowered down on me.  Then she rose back up so that
I was out of her again.  Oddly, that motion felt great.  Stacy looked out
at the audience and shrugged her shoulders.  I saw audience members nodding
again.  Stacy lowered herself back down, again guiding me into her.  And
then she rode me, almost frantically.  Much sooner than I'd have liked I
was ready to come.  I was trying to hold back.

   Stacy started telling me, "Let go, let go."

   I did let go with an ejaculation so forceful that it actually hurt. 
Stacy leaned forward so that she was now lying on me.  Her nipples were
hard as stone.  Stacy began yelping.  Then she had the convulsions I'd
experienced with her on the boat.  They lasted longer this time.

   Finally, Stacy's convulsions stopped.  She lay on top of me panting for
several moments before she whispered in my ear, "That was so hot!  I love
you."

   Finally, we stood up and faced the applauding audience.  Stacy saw a
bead on seaman on the head of my dick.  She wiped it off with her finger,
and then put her finger in her mouth.  Then she kissed me.

   As we walked, somewhat unsteadily, back to our seats, we met Sara and
Joanne heading for the stage.  They did an enthusiastic 69, by which time
Stacy's and Joanne's college friends were completely shocked.

   I had just sat down to watch Sara and Joanne when I felt a hand on my
back.  It was Kelly, sitting behind me.  She leaned forward and said into
my ear, "next Tuesday, you're doing me up there."

   Late the next morning, Sara and I took all six girls to the airport for
their flight to Miami.  We bade a good trip to Joyce and Kelly as they
walked, still naked, to board the plane and start their prep.

   Saying goodbye to Stacy and Joanne affected me more than I had
anticipated. 

   Joanne told us, "This was great and you guys are special.  Now that Dad
has that house, I expect that I'll be here a lot.  You also need to meet
Dad.  He is interesting.  He and Mom split up about three years ago.  Now
he's got a girlfriend who three years older than me.  Still, she's pretty
cool and Dad's heart is in the right place.  I'll see you both again soon."
Pointing at my dick, Joanne added, "Next trip, that goes in me."

   Stacy hugged Sara, and then she hugged me for a long time.  We had
traded e-mail addresses and phone numbers earlier that morning.  All she
said was "thank you, thank you very much.  I'll be back soon."

   As we bicycled away from the airport, Sara said, "I think we've found
some long-term friends in Stacy and Joanne.  We need to get them both here
and keep them here.