Sex on the beach had always been a fantasy of mine, but I never thought it would be something my wife would go along with. We were on our last day of vacation in the Caribbean and wanted to try out one of the local nude beaches. Waking up early, we packed our towels and walked the quarter mile to the local cliffs that descended to a small deserted beach. We found the perfect spot – a little private cave in the shadow of the limestone cliffs that rose above us on either side.
After laying out our towels, I (6’2”, 190 lbs w/ salt and pepper hair) quickly kicked off my swim trunks. My wife (5’7”, 135 lbs, w/ highlighted blonde hair with B/C cup breasts) wasted no time in removing her black bikini top, but left her bottoms on as she adjusted to the feeling of the fresh air on her now textile-free breasts. It didn’t take five minutes, though, for her to remove her bikini bottom and enjoy the total freedom of her nudity.