After half an hour or so, we get out of the water and return our gear. None of the others had even seen the dolphin. They looked thoughtful when they heard that my first thought was about a shark.
We relax on the beach for a while. Ricky gets out his camera and begins to take pictures of the beach, the water, and then of us. At first, Ricky’s mom is nervous about being photographed nude. After watching me posing for him and seeing how much fun we are having, she soon joins in and allows him to take her picture, too. She even did a few yoga poses for us. Nude yoga: who ever heard of such a thing?
After a while, Ricky and I head off down the beach to get some pictures of the resort area. We came upon an attractive woman, laying nude on a beach blanket in the shade. Ricky didn’t take her picture, of course, respecting her privacy. When we came even with her, she rose up on an elbow and batted her eyelids at Ricky. He noted and stopped to speak with her. “You look really nice. Would you mind if I took your picture?” She smiles, looking pleased and replies, “Sure. You can take my picture all you like!” She moved into several poses as the camera clicked away. She even sat cross legged, leaned back a little and spread the lips of her vagina for him. The pictures are almost pornographic in nature. We thank her, then move on down the beach.
We shower and dress in the locker room, preparing for our return bus ride back to the dock where we hope our ship is still waiting for us. Arriving back in Roatán, we have a couple hours before the ship departs, so we spend some time browsing the shops. The prices are very good and the culture here encourages haggling, which is fun.
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Back on board the ship we sit out on the deck and watch a beautiful red sunset as we slowly pull away from the dock. We talk about the adventures of the day. I still feel a little traumatized about my run in with what I thought was a shark. It will be a while before I am comfortable going snorkeling again. I think about how it went with my planned threesome. I know we made the right decision, but I was so looking forward to seeing Ricky and his mother make love. I know she is right, though, it would not be the same with me in the room. I guess I need to go back to wishing I could be a fly on the wall. No more trying to seduce Ricky’s mom, but it still might be nice to make out with her if I can. She responded well to the moves I put on her so far. I would still like to eat her out. Maybe she would get noisy if I could bring her to orgasm.
We hear three blasts on the fog horn, indicating that we can lose our clothes. We decide to take a stroll around the deck. Since the evening is balmy, we remove our clothes and stroll nude. Deck eight is one we haven’t explored very much, so we headed up there. From deck five we can take outside stairs up to deck eight. Light shimmers on the water, dancing over the rippling waves. Rounding the rear of the ship (the stern), we come upon a rock climbing wall. It towers 30 meters above us. It is well lit from flood lights on the floor.
Ricky turns to us and asks, “Think we can do it?”
We ask the attendant if we can climb the wall. “Sure.” he says. Ricky’s mom adds, “Can we do it naked?” “Why not.” he replies.
The attendant helps Ricky with special climbing shoes. Then he straps on a harness. It goes around his waist and around his upper thighs. That leaves a space at his crotch, just wide enough for his junk to hang out. A rope is clipped to the front of the harness to ease his descent and prevent falls. Ricky walks up to the wall and reaches up to grab a handhold. Then he places one foot up to a knob protruding from the wall for that purpose. His muscles bunch and his body raises a foot or so. He reaches up to the next handhold, then raises a leg up to the next knob. Again his muscles bunch and his body raises another couple of feet.
Ricky continues this motion until he gets halfway to the top. Pausing, he turns his head to look down at us. He grins at us, breathing hard. From this vantage point, he looks odd with his balls and dick prominent between his legs, swaying back and forth with his movement. After a short pause, he resumes his skuttle to the top, moving faster. Reaching the top, he rings a large bell to celebrate having made it all the way. Then he pushes off from the wall, The rope attached to his harness controls his fall back down to the deck. “Wow. That’s amazing.” It’s harder than it looks. You got to try it, Lacey.” Ricky says as he removes the harness.
I look at Ricky’s mom, and she nods, “Let’s do this!” We go to the counter to collect climbing shoes that fit us and a harness. There are three different places to climb up. The one that Ricky climbed is the easiest. It is fairly flat. The other two have areas that protrude out from the wall that have to be climbed over. To climb over those requires that the climber pulls themselves up with their arms, without the ability to also push up with the legs. Also, the handholds are smaller, requiring more grip strength in the hands. When we are both harnessed up, I line up with the easy track. The same one that Ricky climbed. Ricky’s mom takes the harder one in the middle, next to me.
We both take off for the top. It is difficult since my arms and legs are not as long as Ricky’s. It is a stretch to reach an arm or a leg up to the next handhold. Looking over to my left, I see that Ricky’s mom has moved up ahead of me. A shot of adrenaline courses through my veins seeing that she will likely beat me to the top. Then I see that she is struggling to get over one of the ‘humps’ on her part of the wall and that I am catching her. Looking down, it seems like a long way to the floor. Ricky is standing down there, recording our ascent with his cell phone. Thinking about how he looked going up, I begin to imagine what I must look like. My pussy must be very visible, from the floor looking up at me. As I stretch to reach the next step, I am sure that my outer labia are opening up. Now Ricky’s mom is moving up ahead of me. “I’ve got to focus.” I say to myself. I get scared looking down, and self conscious thinking about what I look like from down below. The best way to overcome this is to get to the top, quick!
I focus on the path ahead and push on quickly. My arms and legs ache as I approach the top. Finally within reach of the bell, I grasp the short rope and give it a swing to ring the bell. Ricky’s mom sounds her bell at the same time that mine clangs. It takes a lot of faith to jump down. But with my arms and legs burning with fatigue, I let go and glide to the floor. Ricky applauds as I light on the deck. Ricky’s mom is standing near me, and she beams as she looks at me. “Well done, girl. We made it!” she says. Ricky gives us a hand getting untangled from our harnesses.
Continuing on our way, we head back toward our stateroom. Ricky suggests that we stay in and order room service. It is dark outside now, but we can still make out lights from the shore. I thought about the people living here in Honduras, wondering what their life is like. They probably struggle with the same things that we do. On the other hand, they probably don’t worry about what kind of coat to buy for the winter. Not if it is seventy degrees like it is on this December night.
Soon our food arrives and we eat out on the deck. Conversation is lively and we talk about many things. We talk about Ricky’s mom finding a man to give her heart to. Right now she is not sure that will ever happen again. Life is pretty good with the way things are right now and she says that she is content. She is free to further her career, to travel and just live life on her own terms. The mortgage is paid, and Ricky is old enough that he doesn’t need a father figure any more. But it won’t be long before Ricky goes off to college, and she will be so lonely. If Mr Right is really out there, he has not revealed himself to her yet.
I am snuggled on a seat with Ricky and he has an arm around me. I feel so safe and secure. It is a marvel how well the three of us get along. I want to remember this moment forever. The inky blue water, the sound of the waves, the warm breeze, and surrounded by the ones I love.
Soon we move inside. After a lovely evening, we climb into bed. It is going to be an adjustment when we get back home and I have to sleep with clothes on again. It will be an even bigger adjustment to get into bed alone. Ricky and I talk for a while after the lights are out. Our talk devolves to silly things, and we become giddy and giggle a lot. It has been a full day, and we both begin to yawn. Within moments, we are all three asleep in our beds.
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