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French and German women. It was the same with the beautiful women preying on the dis-
cerning male visitors. Most of them met at the big, street bars or on the white beaches in
the day, strutting their gorgeous fit bodies.
Within a year I was bored, and even though I was working with the little carpentry crew,
I became restless. I changed anchorages a few times to alleviate the dullness of the neigh-
boring boats. One good thing though: I was able to save quite a lot of money from all the
work I was doing.
I spent a very interesting week at a nudist colony on the northern shore anchored in less
than a foot of clear, blue seawater. The colony catered well to the avant-garde and adven-
turous tourists. There was a cluster of steep-roofed well-appointed “A” framed cottages
scattered about in well-manicured, tropical gardens. Within the confines of all this was the
main and much larger “A” framed restaurant and bar with disco and casino.
The first evening that I arrived I waded ashore with sandals in hand and headed towards the
main building. I made my way to the bar and, ordering a beer, sat down at a comfortable
stool and took in the strange sights.
Men and women were beginning to arrive for dinner in various stages of dress and undress.
A lot of men wore shirts, jackets, and even tuxedos, some wore trousers and some, to my
amazement, did not! Some wore nothing at all and should have. There were beautiful wo-
men as well who wore expensive glittering dresses that showed off their voluptuous bodies
handsomely. Some were bare breasted. There were several people who were fully clothed,
and ironically these appeared to me as the most beautiful or handsome, since they did not
go to extremes for attention getting.
For the most part, the guests were well-behaved and enjoyed themselves without being too
indulgent in their fantasies. There were the exceptions that tended to lower the standard but
were tolerated due to the extreme nature of the place. After some time, I became tired and
waded back to my boat, turning in for the night.
I was awakened by the sound of a feminine voice wishing me good morning from the cock-
pit. Scrambling out of my bunk and draping the nearest towel around my waist, I peeked
outside and saw a rather large, wet, young woman, dripping with seawater and wearing
nothing but her broad friendly smile.
“Good morning, sleepy head, I decided to swim out for a visit; hope you don't mind?”
“N-no not of course, I was just about to get up; would you like some coffee?” I remembered
chatting to her the night before at the bar.
“Sure, that would be wonderful!” she enthused.
