The deck swarmed with yakking sightseers consuming cocktails on sunset, capturing numerous tropical river snapshots.
Four hours. Twelve tourists. My first day on the job. Simple – not!
They swapped grooming essential tit-bits. Compared personal towels, the total of their carry-on accessories that complimented their label-less way of being. Completely free from all stereotypical attire.
“Honey, we’re all born this way,” piped up the late-middle-aged female, sporting the all-over sunburn.
I tightened my jacket, averted my eyes, feeling the weight of peer pressure for my reversed nakedness. “It’s winter for me, and skippering this ‘Nude-Cruise’ was not in the job description.”
3 thoughts on “Tan-Line(-free) Tourists.”
Given the subject matter, the line of “grooming essential tit-bits” became whole lot funnier 🙂 Doesn’t sound like a whole heap of fun though!
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In your comment (that I thank you for) was the lack of fun for the skipper or the nudists’ recommending a good waxer?? Lol… It’s a piece that makes you read twice & a challenge for me to keep it clean-ish!¿¡☆