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Nude Fun in the Gulf: A Day Trip to Passage Key

A day trip to a nudist-friendly sandbar island near Tampa presents endless temptations for Kate and Laura.

With the warm Gulf water enveloping our naked, thirsting bodies amid dozens of nearby boaters and swimmers, our lips embraced and our aroused breasts met, without a care for who might be watching.

“Tomorrow is our last full day in Tampa and I don’t have any business meetings… so, it’s a fun day, Laura.”

“You don’t? Oh, that’s awesome, Kate! What do you want to do?”

The couple were on their third round of Rum Runners at the hotel’s pool bar, and thanks to Raj’s heavy pours, they both were feeling lightly buzzed, relaxed and happy.

“Well, I’m hoping you might be up for an adventure — like an all-day adventure? It’ll be a memorable way to cap our week in Tampa before we return home.”

“Hmm. I like adventure, but I sense this isn’t a normal adventure.”

“Think sunbathing… swimming in clear ocean water… cool drinks… private beach… lots of time to play with each other…” Kate said. “And, a boat!”

“Boat? Where do you want to take me, Katie?” Laura asked, giggling. “Why do I have the feeling there’s something you’re not telling me?”

“Well, I sort of planned a whole day for us — like an adult adventure. There’s a sandbar called Passage Key not far from here that people get to by boat and they sunbathe, swim, walk on the beach, snorkel and just have fun.”

“OK, that sounds great! But, a boat?”

“I rented a boat and I know how to drive it — I learned when I was younger,” Kate said. “The sandbar isn’t far from the mainland, so it’s not a long ride at all.”

“I’m in!” Laura exclaimed. “The way you first mentioned it, I felt like there was going to be a catch. This sounds like fun.”

Indeed, there was a slight catch, but Kate kept it secret for today. It wouldn’t remain a secret for long.

The women left the hotel in Clearwater early, bringing a cooler packed with sandwiches, fruit, water and a few White Claws, and a pack with all their other needs for a day of fun in the sun and water.

It took nearly an hour to reach the boat rental just outside of Bradenton, but once there, getting the boat was seamless. The 24-foot Sea Ray boat had a canopy top to block sunlight over the cabin area, plenty of seating in the back, and a flat front deck to sunbathe.

The ride to Passage Key took less than 30 minutes over the fairly tame, mid-morning ocean. Wearing bikinis and sunglasses, coated with sunscreen, their hair and beach cover-ups fluttered in the wind as they left the mainland.

“There it is,” Kate pointed ahead. “That’s Passage Key!”

The small island’s white sand hovered above the water in the distance with a smattering of boats bobbing nearby and a few clumps of vegetation sprouting from its sand. Nick — the boat rental owner — had said it shouldn’t be overly crowded as it was a weekday. Passage Key often was crowded on nice weekends, he had said.

Following Nick’s charted path, Kate maneuvered the boat across the south end of the island and then turned to travel along its western shore. A few dozen boats had anchored along the shallow, sandy-bottomed water along the western shore — too many for Kate’s liking. She hairpin turned the boat, seeing there were far fewer boats and people on the island’s southeastern shore.

“Hey, Kate, look! The people on that boat are naked,” Laura said as they passed near an anchored pontoon boat.

“Wow, they are!” Kate feigned some surprise, but knew the “catch” she had not told Laura yesterday was about to be found out.

“Kate, the people on the beach are naked, too,” Laura said, now catching on. “Wait, is everyone here nude?”

Laughing, Kate turned to Laura and confessed, “Yes, well, many of them will be. This is the one detail I didn’t tell you yesterday. Passage Key is a popular spot for nudists and adults who want to enjoy a bit more freedom than the public beaches.”

“So, we’re going to get naked?” Laura asked, excitedly — more so than Kate had anticipated.

“Yes, only if you’re comfortable. It’s not mandatory — there’s no dress code here. We can do whatever we want.”

“Yayyyyyy,” Laura cheered and clapped, bouncing on her heels. “I can’t wait to see you naked in this water.”

“I can’t wait to feel you in this water,” Kate said, adding a sexual growl to her tone.

Kate cut the boat’s engine and found a spot, about 30 yards off shore and not too close to the other boats anchored nearby. Following Nick’s instructions, she dropped the small anchor, which didn’t take long to hit the sandy bottom through the shallow water.

“Katie, this is the most wonderful surprise,” Laura said, draping her arms over her lover’s shoulders. “You spoil me.”

Kissing with a tender, light intimacy, Kate felt the curve of Laura’s hips, letting her hands travel to squeeze her firm, yet fleshy ass cheeks, which she loved so much.

“I have to admit, thinking about this trip and what we might do together today has had me incredibly turned on for the past two days,” Kate said.

“Well then, you can do anything with me that you want,” Laura said seductively.

“Listen, all I want to do right now is ravage your body, but we have the whole day, so I’m forcing myself to spread it out.”

“Oooh, I like when you spread it out,” Laura teased, running a finger across the front fabric of Kate’s bikini bottom.

“Laura! That doesn’t help.”

“OK, OK!” Laura laughed. “Let’s go for a swim, then.”

Not waiting for an answer, Laura slipped out of her bikini in seconds and walked completely naked onto the boat’s swim deck.

“C’mon Katie,” she said, jumping into the clear water.

Surprised and thrilled at Laura’s boldness, Kate shed her bikini and joined Laura in the water.

Standing in the chest deep Gulf water, they couldn’t resist embracing and feeling each other’s naked, wet bodies. Laura cupped Kate’s supple breasts, loving how they felt — and how Kate responded to being touched there.

“Let’s explore,” Laura took Kate’s hand and walked away from the boat. “It looks like we’re at the edge of the sandbar. The deeper water out there is darker and there are plants on the bottom. But here the bottom is pure white sand heading in to the island.”

“I think you’re right. There’s snorkeling gear on the boat — we could explore more a bit later if you want. I have no idea how to snorkel, but we could try,” Kate said.

“Yes, and we could walk to the island from here, too, and walk on the beach,” Laura said enthusiastically. “Although, I might need to put the bikini back on if we do — I’m not sure I’m brave enough to walk naked on the island with so many eyes on us.”

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Kate and Laura swam in the ocean and sunbathed nude on the bow of the boat before taking a break under the boat canopy’s shade, eating and drinking water from the cooler.

“Here Katie,” Laura held a grape to Kate’s lips.

“Mmmmm,” Kate moaned seductively as she slowly wrapped her lips around the grape and the tips of Laura’s fingers. “Be careful with that fruit, it could get you in trouble.”

“Maybe I want trouble,” Laura said, now offering a mango slice.

“OK, then.” Kate curled her tongue under Laura’s fingers, slowly licking toward her fingertips. She inchwormed her lips slowly over the slice and Laura’s fingers and then held them in her mouth, her tongue circling.

“Oh, fuck, Katie,” Laura said, faux wrestling her to the boat’s floor and straddling her midriff in triumph. She reached behind and ran her fingers over Kate’s wet, warm pussy lips.

“That feels good,” Kate said, feeling Laura’s thighs.

“Katie, I need to feel you on me,” Laura said, shifting her legs into a tribbing position with Kate’s eager assistance.

Their lusting bodies met, thighs against thighs and pussies enlaced as if in a deep, passionate French kiss, slicking and flowing over each other’s folds and sensitive valleys.

Their unbridled cries and moans of pleasure gave voice to the gyrating bodies on the rear of their boat, attracting attention from some of the closest people on the nearby beach and anchored boats.

Kate had recently shown Laura this scissoring position as they had not tried it yet in their still youthful romance. Laura had only recently discovered, after meeting Kate, that she was a lesbian.

Laura loved the sopping sounds their wet lips made and how the scent of their sex became potent as their erotic dance progressed.

And Kate loved to taste the cum from their pussies after sex, inserting her fingers and then cleaning in her mouth.

They slumped against the sides of the boat, exhausted, smiling at each other as their faces glowed in the aftermath. Kate found a stray grape on the floor and playfully tossed it at Laura.

Walking nude on the beach made Laura too anxious, so they put their bikinis on and waded to the island.

Throwing beach towels on the hot sand, they basked in the warmth of their intimate encounter and the hot sun on their skin. They later walked along the beach, holding hands, greeting others — some nude — and collecting shells… until it was time to head back.

Kate pulled up the anchor, started the boat’s engine and steered in the direction of the mainland. Laura hugged her from behind as the boat picked up speed.

“I had such a wonderful day. I don’t think I’ll ever forget it.”

Kate reached behind her, lovingly holding the back of Laura’s head against her own. Laura moved Kate’s long, blonde hair to the side and kissed the back of her neck.

Laura’s hands moved up, cupping Kate’s breasts and lightly massaging them while nestling her face against her neck. Laura nibbled on her ear, and then the top of a shoulder.

The emotions and arousal from the day flooded Laura, taking control, and all she wanted to do at that moment was please Kate.

Laura lowered her body, letting her fingernails run lightly down Kate’s back until they reached her bikini bottom, which she then pulled down.

“Laura? What are you… ohhhhhh…” Kate’s words drifted off as Laura cupped Kate’s pussy from behind. Kate spread her legs, giving Laura space.

But Laura had other ideas and crawled to Kate’s front. On her knees, she engulfed Kate’s pussy with her mouth. She gently spread Kate’s labia folds open, affording her tongue and lips free reign. She sucked Kate’s clitoris, luring it from its hood and grazing her tongue over it.

“Oh fuck… don’t stop doing that… you know I love that…”

Kate kept an eye on the water ahead and the fast-approaching mainland, but struggled to maintain composure.

Laura’s tongue relentlessly pressed flat against Kate’s clit, not budging from its methodical back-and-forth pace that had always produced an orgasm.

“Ooooooh fuhhhhhck… yes… yes… yes… oooooohhhhhhhhh!!!”

Kate’s legs quivered as the orgasm surged through her body. She cried out into the ocean wind as Laura continued massaging with her tongue.

“Fuck, Laura… oh my lord…”

“Mmmm… you taste so good, Katie,” Laura said, looking upward and wiping Kate’s juices from her face.

Laura pulled Kate’s bikini back up and wiped her face with an arm as the boat pulled into the rental dock. Nick had seen them approaching and was waiting on the dock, waving.

“So, did you ladies have a nice time, today?” he asked.

Kate’s legs felt like Jell-o and she had taken a seat next to the boat’s wheel. Laura sat nearby, still licking Kate’s cum from her fingers.

“It was mind blowing, Nick,” Kate said.

“Yes, absolutely a delicious trip,” Laura added.

Nick was happy for them, helping the pair to dock and unload. They hopped in the car and headed back toward Tampa.

“So, Katie, what’s next?”

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