Paradise: The First Day
Each plane we boarded was smaller than the last as we flew south for our dream vacation. We had started out at Vancouver International Airport on a huge wide bodied something or other, then changed planes in Honolulu and again in New Zealand until, finally, we took off from some small South Pacific island in a tiny float plane for our final flight to the resort of our dreams for a month long vacation in the sun. The resort's name was, quite simply, 'Paradise' and the brochure had promised us a vacation like no other we could ever imagine. We had booked our trip immediately after winning a small lottery.
"Fuck the expense!" I had cried and Zoe agreed with me completely.
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"If we see a dwarf standing next to a tall Spanish looking guy on the pier we're leaving, OK, Baby," I joke as we begin the descent to land in the calm atoll waters of the tiny island that our resort is on.
Our pilot kindly takes us in high over the tropical island so we can see all of it. We hold hands as we look out the windows at the breathtaking view. The island looks like two very different round islands pushed together to form one in the shape of the figure eight. The south half is a tall ancient volcano with its peak in the clouds above us while the northern half is a low gently sloping mass of tropical jungle giving way to palm groves nearer to the shore. A wide stream fed by a beautiful waterfall meanders north from the cliff face of the volcano to empty into a lagoon that is protected by the coral reef that surrounds the island. The outer edge of the reef is dotted with small sandy islets covered with palm groves making the whole look like a blue and green eye in the deeper blue of the ocean.
As the plane banks to line up for its final approach, we see the resort sprawled out under the tall palms surrounding the mouth of the stream and facing the lagoon. Two long piers reach out from sandy beaches one with numerous small boats tied to it with the other leading to thatch covered rooms on pilings over the sparkling water.
Our floatplane lands with a slight bump and an impressive spray of water then taxis to the end of the pier that has all the boats. As we get closer Zoe notices that there isn't anyone there to greet us and asks the copilot, "They are expecting us aren't they?" in a worried voice.
"I don't think that there is a clock on this whole damned island," he grouses. "Of course they are, Zoe, I talked to the reservations clerk by radio just before we picked you up at your hotel," he says with a grin as he opens the door of the plane so he can jump out and secure it to the dock.
As we step down from the plane onto the pier in the scorching morning sun, the pilot apologizes again for our lost luggage. Our two small bags seem to have gone missing in Hawaii or somewhere. All we have with us is a tiny carry on bag and a money belt with our passports, credit cards and cash. We stand there in the only clothes we have left; our winter weight clothes from when we started our trip. "No worries mate," our pilot says as he looks at his watch. "The hotel is just up the path you'll find when you get off the pier. I suggest that you get in the shade as soon as you can what with that northern gear you're wearing. We have to be off to Taranga to pick up our next fare." With that, they untie the plane and giving it a mighty shove away from the dock, they climb inside with hearty waves back at us standing in stunned and sweaty silence.
"Well, he is right, Serge, let's head for shade before I melt," Zoe sighs "Paradise indeed!" she mmmph's as she turns and begins walking toward the palm grove and its shade. I hurry to keep up with my pretty lady as I pull off my heavy shirt and feel the soft tradewinds begin to cool me a little. "Men," Zoe says as her arms disappear into her top and after a struggle, a pink, lacy, bra appears like magic in her hand. "AAH, that's a little better. Here, you carry it, seeing as I can't take my top off like you, you man, you," she says dangling the offending article of clothing from her finger tips. I take the bra from her fingers and, putting it to my nose; I take a deep whiff of her wonderful scent and toss it into the lagoon along with my sweatshirt.
"Who needs clothes in paradise," I quip as I pretend to pull off her top.
We have reached the beach by this time and Zoe runs, laughing, the last few meters into the shade of the towering palms to sit, exhausted, on a convenient bench at the start of a wide path that leads to a dense overgrown jungle. I follow her again and notice a water fountain to her left. "A bench in the shade with a water fountain next to it, this just might be paradise," I roar as I suck down at least a gallon of sweet cold water then splash it all over me.
"Oh God, I'm next!" Zoe shouts as she pushes me aside for her turn at the fountain. "Um, that's better," she purrs with her thirst quenched and her freshly wet top clinging tightly to her perky breasts.
We sit down on the bench again and I say to my love, "Paradise is certainly tardy in greeting its new guests, don't you think, Baby."
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"Oh, there they are!" a deep, sultry, woman's voice comes from the beach. "I tell you, Jean Claude that Ausie pilot is always early."
"He's the one with a watch; we're probably late again, Iman."
"Hush, dear, you know you can't be late on an island."
I look up to see a couple walking toward us from the beach hand in hand. Then look again as they are totally nude. I nudge Zoe from the little nap she is having on the bench and point.
Noticing my stare Iman punches Jean Claude in the arm saying, "You told me you updated the website and brochure about Paradise being clothing optional last week."
"Ouch, that hurt!" Jean Claude exclaims as he rubs his arm, "And yes I did update it...yesterday."
"You mean we can get out of these hot clothes?" Zoe asks.
"But of course, you may dress or undress as you wish here in Paradise," Iman replies.
"Yes!" Zoe yells as she stands and strips off her hot clothes to stand naked in front of me saying, "God, that's better; your turn now Serge."
We give each other a loving look as I stand to do the same, "Well, this is a surprise," I say as I undress. "Being nude in Paradise is a plus I had thought of, but didn't expect" I say as I throw my last sock onto the bench and wink at my pretty lady. We had hoped to sneak off for naked trysts away from the resort, but to be able to walk around nude together in public is a nice revelation.
"Oh, you can do more than just walk nude in public here," Iman answers cryptically. "I see you both are 'Smoothies' and pierced and tattooed as well," Iman remarks as she stares at my pierced nipples, cock and balls and Zoe's huge clit hood ring. "You'll be the talk of the resort before nightfall, I bet. So few of the men are willing to shave their pubes these days. Right, Jean Claude? Maybe we should get your cock pieced like Serge's as well."
"Ah, Aiata," Jean Claude says as he pulls absently at his huge thatch of pubic hair. "On time, as always."
I turn to look up the path to where he is looking to see a beautiful, bare breasted, Polynesian girl wearing only a sarong tied around her waist on her right hip walking toward us and carrying a tray with four glasses of some type of fancy tropical drink on it.
