Nude Cruise: A First-Timer’s Top 10 Lessons

There was a pause, as if the cruise director was having trouble choosing what, exactly, he should call what was about to happen. Permission had been granted. Now buttocks could swing from side to side without restriction, and breasts — finally released from the prison of blouse and brassiere — burst into the open, to be caressed by soft tropical breezes. We were on a boat. I grew up in Kansas, which, translated into Australian, is like growing up in Alice Springs; smack in the middle of the continent, as far away from the ocean as you can get.