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It wasn?t easy getting there. Well, that?s an understatement. It was damned arduous, in fact, and the first time Tiffany trekked across the island, she?d been too exhausted to even contemplate descending to her intended beach destination at the foot of the craggy cliffs.*Looking down, the cove certainly looked inviting ? the azure sea gently lapping up to the strip of rich yellow sand ? but Tiffany was simply grateful to prop her broad backside on a large rock and suck in the clean air. Why hadn?t she heeded the young hotel receptionist?s warning? ?Too hot now. Leave it till morning. Cooler then.?Lifting a water bottle from her backpack, Tiffany swigged greedily before wiping the back of a hand across parched lips. She inhaled as deeply as she could and noisily released the breath.*Her sleeveless T-shirt clung to her back as she wiped her palms on damp cotton shorts. Perspiration coated her face and throat and trickled between heaving, hefty breasts. Jeez, I?m sweating everywhere. Her lips gradually parted in a wry smile. Noel Coward was right about ?mad dogs and Englishmen going out in the mid-day sun? but I bet he never dreamed a big girl like me would be so crazy.~~~~At a little after eight, the sun had been warming the tiny Croatian island for more than an hour. On the terrace of their hilltop apartment, Brian and Cheryl had breakfasted on toast, scrambled eggs, coffee, and orange juice, before setting off for another lazy day in paradise.*Pausing at the top of the roughly-hewn path, Brian pointed to the far end of the secluded beach. ?Looks like someone?s beaten us today, Cheryl.?*?Hmm? that?s a first. A real early bird.?Sharing their load of blankets, towels, two small parasols, and bags containing vital sunscreen, paperbacks, bottles of water and iPods, it took another four minutes to descend the dusty, winding track. There was no need to hurry as they again absorbed the sights and smells of this hidden Adriatic gem.For six years they?d been visiting the green but rugged, hilly island. Largely unspoiled, even the narrow track that climbed across the island from its small harbour had been trampled and carved out of the lush, evergreen forest. No concrete had lain: it was a rough footpath of natural earth and stone weaving between pines, holly oaks, cypress and a vast variety of shrubs bearing fruit or herbs. The sweet aroma of strawberries and oranges mixed with pungent sage, fennel, and wild asparagus was a heady combination. The tall trees also provided welcome stretches of shade for hikers.*An hour by ferry from the mainland, the island had two small tourist hotels, a scattering of apartments, and a few rooms suitable for backpackers. The majority of this accommodation ? along with a smattering of shops and al fresco restaurants ? was centred around the tiny harbour.*Brian and Cheryl had virtually stumbled across their present accommodation on the third day of their first visit. Taking a much-needed breather on the return trek from the beach to the hotel, Cheryl had leaned on a foliage-covered stone wall. Then she?d noticed a hand-painted board tied to a small wrought-iron gate. Soba za najam it said and underneath (Room to rent).A path ascended Ankara escort (http://officialankara.com/) to a white-walled house topped with red roof tiles. They?d looked at each other before Brian said, ?You thinking what I?m thinking??Cheryl nodded. ?Save a lot of walking.?And so the White House became their home from home.Now the couple paddled along the water?s edge toward their customary spot where the ?early bird? stranger had also settled. Lying face down on a rainbow-coloured towel, her white legs and arms were a stark contrast to the black one-piece swimsuit. She seemed to be asleep.?Hope she?s used plenty of sunscreen,? said Cheryl, dropping her towel and bag. ?She?s very white.?Brian thrust the pole of a parasol into the sand and wriggled it deeper. ?I?m sure she has. Look, there?s a plastic bottle by her head.??Oh yes, good,? said Cheryl, spreading the blankets before they both removed shorts and tops and rolled them inside towels to form pillows. ?I fancy a quick dip,? she said, flipping off her trainers. ?Coming???No, not yet.? Brian took dark glasses and a novel from his bag. ?You go ahead.? He grinned. ?I?ll watch.??Okay, perv,? she said and exaggerated the sway of naked hips and butt as she strode the few yards to the water?s edge. Having recently celebrated her fortieth birthday, strands of grey had started invading her dark hair but Cheryl was happy with her figure and rich, deep brown all-over tan.*Wading out to mid-thigh, she turned and faced her husband. Bending to cup water over her breasts, she shouted, ?Are you sure?? ? and suddenly realised that she?d disturbed their new neighbour.The woman rolled onto one side, propped on an elbow, and, looking in Cheryl?s direction, shielded her eyes with her free hand.?I?m sorry,? Cheryl apologised. ?Didn?t mean to disturb you.?The woman suddenly rolled onto all fours and scrambled to her feet. ?Oh no,? she gasped, looking from Cheryl to Brian and back again. ?I didn?t know this was a nudist beach. I?m sorry, I?ll go.? *Brian studied the woman as she crouched, gathering her belongings. Short-cropped hair dyed a reddish shade of purple, she looked to be late twenties or early thirties. Hard to tell. But he could definitely see she was a big lady: fleshy arms and shoulders, thick thighs, wide hips and, when she stood upright again, a generous bosom. He noticed large nipples protruding within the shiny, stretched material of her swimsuit.?Please, wait a minute,? he said, covering his crotch with one hand. The woman looked over a shoulder at him. ?I hope we haven?t upset you. We assumed you knew this is a clothes-optional beach.??No, I didn?t.??Back there ?? Brian gestured behind him, ?where you come down the path, that?s where most textiles stay. You know, people who don?t want to be naked..??Right, I see.? The woman glanced at Cheryl walking toward them. ?I didn?t know that.??Everything okay??*?Think so, Cheryl. The lady didn?t realise it was naturist.??I?m sorry, I don?t mean to make a fuss,? the woman said, dusting specks of sand off her generous tummy. ?But it was a bit of a shock. I heard you talking but I didn?t expect to see? well, see you without clothes. Nice tans, by the Ankara escort bayan (http://officialankara.com/) way.?Cheryl smiled. ?Thanks. As you can tell, we enjoy being as naked as nature intended. I suppose we should have thought before stripping. I mean, you are wearing a swimsuit.??Oh no, it?s not your fault, is it? You obviously come here a lot, I?m the one in the wrong place.? She ran a hand through her hair and sighed. ?Look, I? no, forget it? I* really shouldn?t ask. Sorry.?She crouched again and popped the sunscreen and a water bottle into a backpack.?What do you mean, 'forget it'?? said Brian. ?Forget what??She stopped packing and glanced from the hand still politely placed over his crotch up to his pale blue eyes. ?Please, forget I said anything. I shouldn?t impose.??Impose?? said Cheryl. ?I don?t understand what you mean.??Nor me,? added Brian, looking into wide grey-green eyes. He took in a slim nose and full lips coated with a claret gloss.?Okay?oh dear, I don?t really know how to say this.? She inhaled, expanding her substantial chest, and frowned.*?In your own time,? said Brian, offering an encouraging smile.?Right, okay, here goes,? she muttered. ?This is my first time on the island. A friend back in England told me about it and this great secluded beach. What she didn?t tell me about was the hike over here. God, it?s exhausting isn?t it???You?re not kidding,? said Cheryl. ?We?ve been coming here for six years but we stay in a lovely place on top of the hill. Beautiful views and we don?t have that tiring haul from the other side of the island.??Hmm? that sounds good.? She smiled at Cheryl. ?For a girl my size, it?s hard work getting across here? anyway, that?s beside the point. What I want to say? I?m quite used to spending holidays on my own and I do enjoy sunbathing. I know, I?m deathly white at the moment but I soon go brown, believe me. Usually, I sit around a pool where there are families or I*find a quiet beach or part of one, like here. Anywhere that I feel safe.??Well, you?re in the right place. This is definitely quiet,? said Brian. ?Doubt you?ll see thirty people all day on the entire beach. Perhaps ten down this end. And I can?t imagine you being pestered. It?s not that kind of place.??That?s good to know. Anyway, what I?m wondering? and, please, I really don?t wish to impose; don?t be afraid to say ?no?. But you seem to be a nice couple, first impressions and all that.? She offered a quick smile then puffed out her cheeks. ?Really, what I?m trying to say is? I feel comfortable here in this spot. So, would you mind if I stayed near to you? I won?t intrude, promise.??Hey, you?re most welcome to stay. Course you are,? said Cheryl then laughed. ?And intrude as much as you like. Make yourself at home, neighbour.??Thank you, thanks very much.? She gave a broad grin and relaxed her shoulders.* ?My name?s Tiffany, by the way. Most people call me Tiff.?Cheryl shook the proffered hand, noticing that claret nails matched Tiff?s lip colouring. ?I?m Cheryl and this is my husband Brian.??Pleased to meet you, Brian? and, thank you for being a gentleman. But,? a grin brightened her face, ?I think you should stop covering up Escort Ankara (http://officialankara.com/) now.?Brian moved his hand and noticed Tiffany blink at the sight of his dangling tube.?Ah, that?s another surprise, isn?t it?? Cheryl's white toothy grin contrasted with her bronzed face. ?As you can see, Brian has a golden tan but he turns almost black down there.??Yes, it is? sorry, he is.? Tiffany blushed.?Okay, now that?s all settled, I?m going to finish my swim. If you want to move closer to us, Tiffany, by all means do so. Are you coming, Brian??Tiffany admired the couple?s relaxed demeanour as they strolled hand-in-hand toward the water. They had gorgeous tans and looked in good shape. Reckon they?re about ten years older than me. She took a deep breath. Friendly pair. Think I?m going to enjoy them.~~~~~Next morning, Tiffany was again first to the beach. But, this time, the black swimsuit had been replaced by a dark blue bikini. The pants were quite large but, with breasts barely cradled in a halter-neck top, a great amount of chest was on display.*?Good morning,? Brian said. ?Nice bikini.?Tiffany grinned. ?Thank you. Like I told you, I do like to sunbathe. I feel so much better with a tan.??We know all about that feeling,? said Cheryl, unfurling blankets while Brian speared parasols into the sand. ?I feel so much more alive and attractive with a tan. Don?t know why, just do.??Hmm? well you are attractive, no question about that. You?re pretty and, if you don?t mind me saying so, you?ve got a fabulous figure.??Well, thank you. It?s a good job I?ve got a tan or you?d see me blushing.??You blushing? I don?t know about that.? Tiffany shook her head. ?Don?t think so. I can definitely see why you don?t have any hang-ups about being naked in public. You?re gorgeous and I?d flaunt my body if it was like yours.?Cheryl stared into Tiffany?s eyes for a few seconds. ?You know, Tiff, this isn?t a Miss World contest out here. There?s no judges on a naturist beach, nobody?s seeking or expecting the body perfect. We?re all beautiful out here, whatever our shape and size, man or woman.?Brian peeled off his shirt. ?That?s the truth,? he said. ?It?s not about what we look like?we love the freedom of being naked. Listen, most naturists will tell you one thing ? it feels great to be naked in the sea and it?s so wonderful not having to lie around afterward in a clinging wet swimsuit.? He grinned. ?It?s a bit like having a bath, really. You wouldn?t do that dressed, would you??Tiffany chuckled. ?No, course not. But we don?t all have your confidence. Not everyone feels comfortable exposing their body.??That?s true,? agreed Cheryl, kicking off her shoes. ?Being naked isn?t for everybody. We know that. But, look around you, look at this bay, this piece of nature? there?s smooth soft sand, a calm blue sea, sweet-smelling flora and then there?s rugged and jagged cliffs. It?s all those things, those different parts, that make this bay so beautiful. Yes??Tiffany nodded. ?I think I see what you mean.? Then she laughed. ?And I?m the rugged rocks.?*Brian chuckled. ?I don?t think so, young lady. There?s nothing rugged or jagged about you.??Indeed not,? said Cheryl, stepping out of her shorts. ?You?re a big beautiful woman and I?m sure we?re not the first to tell you that.?Tiffany felt colour rushing to her cheeks and speckling chest. ?Now I?m the one blushing. You?re too kind, both of you.??Not at all. But, right now,? said Cheryl, ?I?m going for a swim and then I?ll catch up on some more rays.?