Couples Tower Isle Jamaica

Couples Tower Isle Jamaica

Carol and I had a real adventure in our favorite resort in Ocho Rios, Jamaica. This story is about our actual experiences.

It was May and our annual trip to Tower Isle had arrived. She loves that resort in Ocho Rios, Jamaica. The people, the gardens, the food are amazing. When you arrive at the resort you can immediately see the naked Island across a short stretch of emerald green water. Water taxis run 9am to 5 pm to transport you to the naked island daily. Once there you need to get naked. It's mandatory not clothing optional.

We arrived at our ocean view room and unpacked our lyggage. Our room service attendant Kirk was amazing. He fixed us up with everything we needed including some primo ganja. We were exhausted after traveling all day and fell asleep inveach others arms.

The next morning after breakfast we packed up a few items in Carol's beach bag for our trip to the naked island. I couldn't wait to see my sexy wife naked on that island.

We arrived at the island and found our lounge chairs. Interesting enough there is an actual small tower on the island flying a Jamaican flag.

The morning sun bathed the island in golden warmth, casting shimmering reflections over the crystal-clear Caribbean waters.

Carol lay down and stretched out naked on her lounge, her bare skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat as the gentle sea breeze whispered over her body.

I took off my clothes next to her, I reclined, eyes closed, savoring the tranquility of the secluded paradise. Both of us naked at last.

Carol couldn't ignore the lingering ache in her feet from all the airport walking from the previous day. The sexy soles of her delicate, dancer's feet sore and tender and not used to heels. She flexed them, wiggling her toes against the warm lounger.

"I need some water," she murmured, shifting to sit up.

I cracked one eye open, smirking at her. "And you're making the trek all the way to the bar for it?", I said. "Unless you'd rather go?" she teased, knowing full well I wouldn't want to leave the comfort of my lounger.

I chuckled. "You win."

Carol stretched, enjoying the way the sun kissed every inch of her naked body before standing up and making her way toward the island's small swim-up bar. Her naked ass swinging in the breeze.! She has such an amazing tanned ass and the nicely shaved pussy was to die for. She walked confidently, unbothered by her nudity among the other sunbathers.

A quiet hiss escaped her lips as she made her way across the warm surface, the earlier discomfort from yesterday's travels returning.

By the time she reached the pool bar, she knew she needed more than just water, she needed to soak her aching feet. Without hesitation, she slipped into the cool, inviting pool, letting out a soft sigh as the gentle waves lapped against her ankles.

That's when Carol met Dave and his wife Nancy.

Dave and Nancy were slightly younger, maybe in their late thirties, both with a tan and great physique and an easy Jamaican charm. Dave had been sitting at the bar when Carol waded in, and it didn't take long for their conversation to flow as naturally as the water around them.

"You look like you've been walking these grounds all day," Dave observed, his dark eyes flickering down toward her submerged feet.

Carol sighed, stretching her legs out beneath the water. "You have no idea. I walked my feet off at the airports yesterday and add to that the stone paths here are brutal."

He smirked. "Let me guess, dancer's feet?"

Carol's eyebrows lifted in surprise. "How'd you know?"

"I can always tell," he said smoothly. "Strong arches, delicate shape... and right now, I'd bet they're aching."

Carol chuckled, leaning back against the pool's edge. "You'd win that bet."

Dave's smile deepened as he swam closer, his hands moving beneath the waterin a bold move. before my wife could react, his fingers brushed against her bare foot, kneading gently into the sore arch.

A quiet gasp escaped Carol's lips.

"You don't mind, do you?" Dave asked, his voice low and knowing.

Carol hesitated, feeling the tension in her foot melt beneath his skilled touch. Her instinct told her to pull away, but the relief and the undeniable sensation of being pampered was intoxicating.

She exhaled slowly. "I suppose a few minutes wouldn't hurt."

Dave's fingers moved expertly, massaging the tender spots with practiced ease. His thumbs pressed into the ball of her foot, working out the tension, before gliding along her arch in slow, deliberate strokes.

Carol bit her lip, heat pooling in her cheeks--not from embarrassment, but from something deeper, more thrilling. Nancy was busy nursing her Jamaican rum runner. She did not seem to mind Dave's attention to my wife's feet.

Here was my wife, completely naked, floating in the water, while this handsome stranger worshipped her sore feet.

Then, my familiar voice cut through the warm, lazy air.

"Carol?"

Her eyes snapped open.

There I was standing at the edge of the pool. I couldn't help but wonder where she was. It was far too long a time to just get a couple waters.

My expression was unreadable, though the tension in my jaw spoke volumes. She had been gone a while. Carol felt a flush of warmth spread across her chest as she suddenly became hyper-aware of the situation, her naked body, Dave's hands still wrapped around her foot, the unmistakable intimacy of the moment.

"Hey..." she started, voice softer than she intended.

Dave, to his credit, didn't immediately release her foot. Instead, he lifted her foot slightly, pressing one last firm stroke along her arch before finally letting go.

My eyes flickered between them, his gaze settling on Carol. I wasn't angry, not exactly. But there was a quiet intensity in the way he looked at her, something possessive and darkly amused all at once.

Carol swallowed. "I... was just soaking my feet."

I stepped forward, crouching at the pool's edge. My fingers brushed over Carol's damp ankle before my hand closed around it, firm and sure. I pulled her gently toward me, her body gliding effortlessly through the water until she was close, very close.

Dave chuckled, lifting his hands in mock surrender. "Looks like I should leave you two to it."

I didn't say a word, his eyes locked onto Carol's.

As Dave swam away, I tilted my head slightly, a smirk playing at my lips. "So... just soaking your feet, huh?"

Carol exhaled, her pulse quickening as I ran my fingers up the arch of her foot, my touch both familiar and claiming. "Maybe a little more than that," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

My smirk deepened. "Then let's see if I can do better."

With that, I lifted my wife's foot from the water, bringing it toward my lips brushing against her wet, tingling skin. Carol's breath hitched, the anticipation crackling between us as the warm Jamaican sun bore witness to exactly who she belonged to. Sucking her toes and rubbing her feet under the Jamaican sun. I saw Dave and Nancy across the pool lift their drinks to us in a salute. What an amazing day. I love my wife.