Spearfishing

continuing Eighteenth Birthday Suits... A Fixer-Upper Island Paradise

I had been a little skeptical about my nephew Allen's request to make use of a guest cottage while I was renovating my island resort. He was welcome to use it if he wasn't going to expect much of my time, but I was stretched thin. I'd bought the old resort cheap, but there was a ton of work to do, the busy winter season was approaching, and I was short of cash--doing a lot of the work myself. A vacationing nephew and two chicks seemed like a distraction I didn't need.

When they arrived, Allen came to "check in" with me by himself, so I didn't get to meet the girls until a little later. The cottage I had for them was around the point, so I told Allen to take the boat there and anchor in front. I'd be over by land in a bit. When I got there, their boat was anchored, and Allen was rowing in by himself in the dinghy. I came over the rise just in time to see his two chicks dive into the water. I was some distance off, and they were only in view for a couple of seconds, but both had a dark triangle between their legs that didn't look like a bikini. It sure looked like they were swimming nude. They didn't follow the dinghy but headed out into the open water. They were good swimmers, and I had no objection to them skinny-dipping.

I showed Allen around the bungalow while keeping half an eye on the swimmers. They were out some time, but when they returned, they didn't head for the boat but directly towards the beach near where Allen and I were standing. That made things more interesting. When the water became shallow, they both stood up, and without any hurry or apparent shyness, they splashed up through the shallows to the dinghy. Their bikinis were in the dinghy, but before putting them on, they took time to squeeze the excess water from their hair, then finally reached for their bikinis and slipped into them. Then they walked up to the veranda. Clearly they knew we had been watching and didn't mind.

It's not every day that two gorgeous young women like that step naked out of the ocean and walk up to me to be introduced, pausing only at the last minute to remember their bikinis. I kicked myself for being so overbooked with renovations. I unbent enough to accept an invitation to dinner the following day, though I often continued work through the evenings.

The next day was a full one. I had a delivery scheduled for the afternoon of a used but almost new walk-in cooler I had bought from a bankrupt hotel. It would arrive on a truck, COD, with a forklift that could unload it and move it into my kitchen. I had to knock down a piece of wall to make space for it and measure every tight spot along the route to make sure it would fit through. Satisfied that it would work, I made some lunch for myself and was drinking coffee when Allen walked in. He inspected my work, then said, "The girls are hoping you will take them spear fishing this afternoon. I've come over to fill in for you so you can take a little time off."

That was exceedingly generous and unexpected. There was always the possibility of last-minute complications, but Allen is a very competent lad. Of course I wanted to accept the invitation very badly, so I swallowed my fears and gratefully accepted. I gave Allen money to pay for the delivery and walked him through my plan for moving it into its place, hoping I wouldn't regret it. I had it built up in my mind that the girls would again swim nude, and the anticipation had my heart racing. Then I told myself, "No, no, you're dreaming, not with a single guy they'd barely met." Even if they wore bikinis, it was an opportunity not to be missed.

Allen assured me he would take care of everything and even made me give him a list of things to work on while waiting for the truck to arrive. I was off!

The girls were excited to see me, and we got equipment together and rowed out to their boat, raised the anchor, and motored the short distance out to the reef. They didn't want fins or face masks, just goggles and the spear guns. I had a mesh bag to hold their catch.

They filled their bikinis wonderfully, and I was resigned to at least a postponement of my hottest fantasies. We'd only met the day before, and there was still time to get to know each other better. We agreed that since there were 3 of us, we'd extend the buddy system to a rule that we all would stay in sight of each other. Then Karen said, "You wouldn't arrest us, would you, for skinny dipping?"

That caught me off guard. "No, of course not," I sputtered. You should wear whatever you like." We were standing facing each other, less than 10 feet apart. "These are awful for swimming," she said, and reached around to unhook her bikini top and place it on a bench. That froze me like a statue. Then she pulled the bottom off too, placed it beside her top, and in a second was in the water. From there she looked up at me. "You wear whatever you like, but we wouldn't mind if you were naked." Then she executed a perfect surface dive, rolling her round naked bottom up to the surface and then extending her pair of beautiful long legs straight up in the air to drive her deep. By then Annie had her bikini off too and had placed it on the bench next to Karen's. She gave me a smile and dove. I could still see them both in the clear water beside the boat, getting used to their goggles and fins. They were so at home in the water, and so beautiful, and so totally uninhibited about their bodies that I couldn't think of anything but watching them some more. Annie came back to the surface next to the boat, rolled onto her back, and floated right under me. "Are we going to catch some fish, or are you just watching today?"

"Watching for another minute," I said. "You have no idea what a treat this is." By then Karen was at the surface too. "Do you back float as well as Annie?" I asked her. She did a backwards somersault in the water, ending on her back floating like Annie. They gave me another half-minute, then dove deep together. I pulled my suit off and joined them.

It's a wonderful reef. Even without air tanks or a snorkel, you can free-dive into a magical, colorful world of corals and fishes and absolutely clear water. The girls were captivated immediately, and I was captivated by them. They paid little attention to me, though the three of us stayed together like good diving buddies. They played like a pair of seals. In that 3D world, every body part and every motion changes where and how you move. Gravity is irrelevant, and limbs take forms a person would never see in the air. At any instant Karen, Ann, or both together would swerve or spin in an unexpected direction into a picture that, unconsciously, was often deeply erotic.

I had been swimming underwater with bikini babes before, and that is a wonderful experience. From the side view a bikini doesn't hide much. Breasts have a special liveliness under water, even with a bra, and a little side string and scrap of cloth doesn't obscure the effect of a shapely ass perched above the sleek lines of arms extended in front and a pair of long legs extended behind. Naked though, the side view is extra special. Not just uncovered breasts, but pubic hair puffs out extravagantly underwater, reminding you that even though you might not see any pussy from that angle it's waiting it's chance to reveal itself.

Of course we had to surface for air regularly. I pointed out the butterfish that grill so nicely, and there were snappers too. We swam back to the boat to pick up the spear guns that I had left by the ladder, and they went on the hunt. That meant stopping their antics and moving slowly, not to scare their prey. Since I held the bag and didn't have a spear gun, I got to watch, waiting for one or the other to get a hit. When one of them speared a fish, she'd bring it over to me, and we would tread water while we transferred a wriggling fish from spear to bag. Of course we bumped into each other from time to time doing that. Of course they knew I had an erection. They couldn't have not noticed. I felt it bump a female thigh several times. I'm sure we all found it all erotic, but we kept it low-key.

We got plenty of fish. We swam back to the boat together. I watched both of them climb up the ladder onto the boat inches in front of me. We all dried off and dressed. Karen took the boat back in. We rowed ashore. Karen said, "I'll never forget that. It was magic. Thank you."

"Yes," said Annie. "Me too. Now you run along to see whether Allen did as you told him, and we'll get ready for dinner. Cocktails at 6. You and Allen come back then, and not before. Will you grill the fish for us?"

"Yes, I can grill the fish." It was a bit campy, but I took each girl's hand, kissed it, and said, "Until then."

Allen was a brick. The cooler was in place, and he had almost completed wiring it in. It was more than an hour until cocktails, so after finishing the wiring, we rebuilt the section of wall I had demolished. Allen knew more than I did about refrigeration, so he looked the unit over carefully and read the manual that came with it. We neatened up a little and arrived for cocktails precisely at six.

Allen and I were under-dressed. Karen greeted us in a long gown of blue silk with a cut in the side showing leg up to her thigh. The front was cut low, and she looked absolutely terrific in it. Annie was in a very different style, a classic little black cocktail sheath, short and extremely sexy. Both had their hair looking like they'd spent hours brushing it, and a touch of perfume added a subtle musky scent to the jasmine growing on the veranda. Neither wore shoes or a spot of makeup.

When we were done complimenting them, they brought us drinks decorated with flowers. I got the fire started for the fish, and the girls gushed about the reef. We were sitting on the veranda, drinks in hand, waiting for the fire to get hot. Allen broke the ice for them. "Have the girls asked you about the Mermaid Olympics?"

Blank stare. "What?" I said.

Karen explained. Of course I thought they were crazy at first. Allen just sat there watching me, saying nothing. It gradually dawned on me that the three of them were serious and maybe had solved a big problem that had been bothering me. With all the renovation work I was doing myself, I could probably have the place habitable by the start of the season, but what was I going to do for advertising? There wasn't enough cash left for any kind of traditional ad campaign. How would I get the word out?

Together we brainstormed the "Mermaid Olympics." First, this would be a limited trial, invitational, and hush-hush. There was no telling how far the idea might go eventually, but keeping some mystery around things would actually add to the buzz for my resort and leave our future options open. Invitations would go only to real aquatic athletes, but each contestant would have the option of bringing a single-person cheering squad of either sex. An entry fee would cover housing and meals and the awards ceremony. If some legitimate contestant arrived on a yacht with a sugar daddy, they could anchor in the bay and have as many people onboard as they wanted, but only the registered pair on land or at events.

Normal clothing would be expected everywhere except on the competitors in actual events. Those would be strictly nude, but we could allow some slack in the dress code otherwise. We couldn't see an excuse to require the winners to appear nude at the awards ceremony, but we'd encourage it. Any public display of erotic activities, even heavy kissing, would be prohibited and enforced by expulsion. Prizes would be strictly laurels, that is, a crown woven from laurel leaves.

The fire was hot enough. I grilled the fish, and Annie brought out a big pot of rice, a salad, and (as a joke) some hardtack. We ate and talked. There wasn't a lot to clean up, and most of it could be left until the morning. The four of us sat quietly on the veranda, old friends now, saying little, watching the moon rise.

Annie pulled at Allen's sleeve. "We're spending the night on the boat, under the stars. Goodnight." They walked arm-in-arm to the dinghy and were gone.

"Come inside." Karen said, "And help me undress."

I followed her into the bedroom. She undid whatever it was holding her soft brown hair piled on her head and let it tumble down her front, giving me a warm smile as it fell. She turned her back to me, and I started carefully undoing the hooks down her long, supple back. She turned to face me again and rolled the blue silk off of her shoulders, exposing those wonderful breasts held in a lacy black bra. She worked the tightly fitted silk over her hips and lacy black panties that matched her bra. Then she lay back on the bed and said, "Show me, spear man."

I had my clothes off in a flash and was on top of her, my mouth to hers, my body pinning her to the mattress. Almost as fast, she had me inside her. Those panties had a strategically located extra opening, and Karen directed my cock through it. Her legs spread wide beneath me as I pushed deep, and the suppressed heat we both had felt through the day merged and ignited. We were noisy. They probably could hear us out on the boat if they weren't making a similar racket themselves.