An afternoon of sun and sex had worn Mark out more than he realized. As soon as he got to the hostel, he lay down on his bunk bed and was asleep instantly.
A couple hours later, as night fell on Paradise City, he walked out into the courtyard of the hostel. It was a quirky space in a big, old colonial-era house. There were road signs from all over the world nailed to the walls, and artwork mostly involving themes of palm trees and surfing.
In the middle of the courtyard was a big hot tub. There were only two people in it, a couple of guys in their early twenties. They had beer bottles in their hands and they were talking and joking in thick Australian accents. One of them climbed out of the water and sat on the edge. He was naked. Apparently even in the hostel, no one cared if people were naked in the hot tub.
Mark slipped off his shorts and stepped into the warm, swirling water. He found a comfortable jet, and lay back to enjoy it.
"Howdy, mate!" one of the guys said. "Haven't seen you here before. Where you from?"
"I'm from the US," Mark said. "I just got in yesterday."
"Bonzer. We're up from Melbourne. Been here a couple weeks. You're going to love it here. Lots of grog and hot babes everywhere."
Mark had heard a few Australian accents around town, so it wasn't a surprise to meet some Aussies in the hostel. Paradise was closer to Australia than it was to North America, and it seemed that most of the tourists were from there.
The guys introduced themselves as Jack and Ollie. They were both twenty-two and had recently finished university. Jack was tall, with short blond hair. Ollie was a little shorter and more muscular. Jack handed Mark a beer and they sat around to compare notes about Paradise. They turned out to be SCUBA divers. When Mark mentioned he wanted to get his certification, they recommended the dive shop just around the corner.
"You been up to the north shore?" Mark asked. "Someone told me that's the best place for surfing."
"Yeah, we were up there for a few days," Ollie said. "Probably go again, too. I hear there's a ripper party going on up there next weekend. Bunch of surfers, bonfire on the beach, and lots of shagging."
"Awesome. I'll have to check it out."
"Of course, we're going back out to Banana Street tonight," Jack said. "We've been almost every night. There's tons of bars and babes. You been yet?"
Mark shook his head. "I was at a club on the boardwalk last night. Girls I was with took me there. After that, we were a little too busy to do much exploring."
"Two girls at once? On your first night in Paradise. Good on ya, mate!" Ollie said.
The Aussies cracked open more beers and they sat around talking for a while, planning their evening adventures. Mark tried to remember if the clubs they mentioned were the same as the ones Erin had told him about earlier. There were so many names, it was a blur. Everywhere sounded good.
After a half hour, Jack climbed out of the water and started toweling himself off. "Ready to head out? Can't keep the girls waiting."
"Let's go. I'm starving," Ollie said. "Mark, get your boardies back on and come with us. Place down the street has bonzer fish and chips."
*****
An hour later, Mark was following the two Aussies down Banana Street into Paradise City's red light district. It was the oldest part of town, a warren of streets near the port. Every kind of entertainment was jumbled together into one riotous party scene. Loud electronic music thumped from clubs. Rock music blasted from some of the bars. Nearly-naked dancers stood outside strip clubs, showing off their huge, bare tits. Sexy young people lined up to get into what looked like a swingers' club. Mark took it all in and was amazed.
The streets were bustling with young people. Young, beautiful people. Everywhere he looked, Mark saw women who could have been supermodels back home. The guys were fit and athletic, too. It seemed that everyone here was in fantastic shape.
It was a warm night, and people were enjoying it without much clothing. The girls were wearing club dresses, booty shorts, and miniskirts. A few were even wearing thongs. He saw more sexy outfits than he had ever imagined. Women could go topless anywhere in Paradise, and half of the women he saw were showing off their bare tits. The men were dressed just as sexily. Almost all of them were shirtless, half wearing board shorts and the other half wearing even less. Tight, square-cut Brazilian-style shorts and speedos were popular. The girls seemed to love them.
Alcohol was everywhere, too. Inside the red light district, you could carry drinks on the street in plastic cups. The three guys stopped at a bar and got beers to go, then walked casually down the street, checking out the girls and the bands and having a rocking good time.
By midnight, they were all a little drunk. They found themselves in a big dance club called Euphoria. They danced with a bunch of girls. Mark met a cute Polynesian babe about his age with long, black hair. She was topless, and her blue miniskirt was so small that the waistband of her thong extended an inch above it. She let him buy her a drink and introduced herself as Kiana.
He danced with her for a long time. By two o'clock, they were off in the corner making out. Mark had lost track of the Aussies and he didn't care.
By three, he was in Kiana's bed. He didn't get much sleep that night, either.
***
The next afternoon, Mark went out surfing.
A couple miles from downtown was a big, sprawling nude beach. It had the same dazzling white sand, turquoise water, and tall, leafy palm trees as the other beaches in town. But here, the waves were a lot bigger. The water was smooth and glassy, with big, rolling breakers that crashed noisily into the beach. Dozens of surfers were out there, trying their luck. The water was always warm in Paradise, and from what he could see, they were all naked.
Three days in Paradise and Mark was already enthralled with all the nudity. His shorts came off as soon as he hit the beach. His beautiful, eight-inch cock drew the eyes of a two nearby girls, and he loved it. He made it a point to check out their tits, too. Then he caught their eyes and they smiled at him.
Near one end of the beach was a surf shop, and closer to the middle was a chill, open-air bar called the Seven Palms, with couches and lounge chairs under a shady pavilion. A rack outside held a dozen surfboards. The people inside looked young and tanned, and most of them were naked. Surfers taking a break to drink and flirt.
Mark decided that the bar could wait, and headed into the surf shop. He was still naked, and it didn't seem like anyone was going to care.
He was greeted inside the shop by an attractive, tanned, and very naked woman of about forty. She smiled when she saw him. In here, she wasn't wearing sunglasses, and he caught her sneaking a look at his cock.
"Renting a board, stud?"
"Yeah," Mark said, and started fishing for his ID in his backpack. "How are the waves today?"
"Awesome," the woman said. "I got in a couple hours this morning before work. The wind has calmed down a bit since then, but they've been breaking clean all day."
They chatted for a few minutes as the woman gave Mark some tips about the waves in the area. Then he was back on the beach with his rented surfboard. He plunged straight into the water and surfed for a few hours.
***
Later that evening, in the hostel courtyard, Mark ran into Jack and Ollie again. They both had spent the day at one of the other beaches, and they both had girls on their arms.
"I think you're on your own tonight, mate," Jack said with a smile. "The girls are going to keep us busy, I think." He pinched the nipple of the bare-chested girl who had her arm around him.
"You didn't exactly need a wingman last night, anyway," Ollie said, tossing Mark a can of beer.
Mark smiled and cracked open the beer.
"By the way, we were all talking about heading up to the north shore in a few days to go surfing. You should come with us."
"Wouldn't miss it," Mark said. "But, not until Thursday. I just stopped in the dive shop on the way over. I'm starting SCUBA certification classes tomorrow."
"Bonzer," Jack said. "You're going to love it. The diving here is awesome."
Mark sat and chatted with the Aussies for a while, then headed out toward Banana Street to grab a bite to eat. And hit the night clubs. He'd had good luck with Euphoria last night, so at eleven, he headed back for another round.
He had been there for just fifteen minutes when he met a girl.
And, what a girl!
She was a short, petite blonde, about his age, with a sassy, slutty attitude and a pair of big, bouncy DD tits. Her waist was slim, looking even tinier compared to those magnificent tits. She was topless, showing off a pair of silver nipple rings, a matching navel ring, and a scorpion tattoo on her shoulder blade. Her cutoffs were short and tight, gripping her ass cheeks as firmly as a lover's hands. They were artfully frayed at the bottom, with a little tear on her left hip just big enough to reveal that she wasn't wearing panties. She smiled at him as he walked toward her.
It was too loud to talk, but they danced for a long time. Half the time, she was grinding her ass against his crotch. She knew how hard she was making his dick, and that only made her grind harder against him. A half hour later, they were still going. The girl was still going, anyway. Mark was ready for a break.
"Hey, can I buy you a drink?" he said into her ear.
"Yeah."
He took her hand and led her toward the bar. "What's your name?"
