"Guys, this weekend is going to be so cool!" Ayako said as she steered the car onto the coastal road leading north from Paradise City. "Is everyone as excited about the festival as I am?"
"Sounds killer," Jack said from the passenger seat, running his fingers over the smooth skin of her bare thigh.
"Mark, you're from the States, right? You ever go to Burning Man?"
"No, but my older brother went a couple years ago, and he told me all about it."
"I've always wanted to go, but it's a long way from here. This party is the closest thing we have in Paradise. And, wait until you see Steve and Bianca's house. It's right on the beach, just a little down from the festival."
"Sounds cool," Mark said, looking out the window at the tropical scenery going by.
It was Friday. Mark had been in Paradise for a week, and he was finally getting to explore the island beyond Paradise City. There were five people packed into Ayako's small car. Ayako and Jack were up front, with Ollie and Chelsea in the back seat, already starting to make out. And Mark, wedged in next to them, trying to keep his eyes on the road instead of staring at Chelsea's tits.
Jack and Ollie were buddies from Australia. Like Mark, they were here in Paradise for the summer. Mark had met them at the hostel in Paradise City, and they had gone out on the town a few times. The Aussies had met Ayako and Chelsea just a few days ago, and hit it off instantly. Ayako was the only local of the bunch. She was the one who had invited them all up to the north shore for a local festival called Lava Moon, which was a weekend of surfing and partying on the beach.
Chelsea's bare back brushed against Mark as she kissed Ollie, and he couldn't help sneaking a look. She was a blond, Australian surfer type. Like a lot of girls in Paradise, she was topless, with beautiful, perky tits and silver studs through her nipples. All she had on was a pair of bright orange booty shorts. The way Ollie's hands were roaming over her body, Mark thought they might not stay on for long.
Prying his eyes away, he instead caught a look at Ayako in the rear view mirror. She was just as beautiful as Chelsea, and also topless. Her thong was black to match her straight, black hair, and she had an impossibly cute face that made her look a lot younger than twenty-three.
If only Lisa had been able to join them. She was Mark's sort-of fuck buddy from Paradise City, and she would have loved this weekend. But she had just patched things up with her boyfriend and was planning to spend the weekend with him.
So, he was flying solo. He just hoped they would get to the party soon so he could do something about that.
In the meantime, he stared out the window at the scenery of Paradise. It might just help to distract him from the erection that was pushing uncomfortably against his tight shorts.
The coastal road passed endless beaches and sparkling turquoise water on one side and dense, green forest on the other. It was quiet here, away from the bustle of the city. The beaches were mostly empty but for a handful of surfers, and the forest was unbroken except for scattered farms.
Jack pointed to a spot on the beach up ahead. "Hey, looks like some bonzer waves here. Want to give this spot a go?"
"Sounds great," Ayako said, and pulled the car over to the edge of the beach. The five friends climbed out of the car and unbolted their surfboards from the roof rack. They walked down onto the sand, dropped their gear, and started stripping off their clothing. That didn't take long. The guys were all shirtless as well, all wearing only the tight, square-cut shorts that all the young guys in Paradise City seemed to like. Mark had left most of his clothes in his suitcase back at the hostel. He loved wearing as little as he could get away with. Almost as much as he loved being naked.
He dropped his shorts onto the sand, picked up his surfboard, and ran to the water's edge with his friends.
They surfed for an hour, enjoying the big, booming waves. Mark wasn't nearly the surfer that the others were, but he managed to stay on the board a few times as the breakers barreled down on him.
When they were done surfing, Jack pulled some beers from their cooler. They sat in the shade of some kind of big, tropical tree that Mark didn't know the name of, watching the waves roll in off the ocean.
In no time, the Aussies and their girlfriends were kissing. Hard.
"Think we have time for a quickie?" Chelsea whispered to Ollie, but loud enough that everyone could hear.
"There's barely anyone around," Ollie whispered back, his hand already between her legs. "I bet we could get away with anything out here."
"Good," she said, and climbed onto him.
Mark watched as Ollie and Chelsea started fucking while Ayako was sucking Jack's cock. Then he shook his head, drained the last of his beer, and walked off down the beach. He didn't want to let on how horny the scene was making him.
* * *
It was late afternoon by the time they got to the north shore. At the northern tip of the island was a coastal plain fringed with broad, white sand beaches. Pineapple and taro fields lined the road on the inland side. Along the coast were a few small towns, all with indigenous names. The largest of these was Nakoro, a town of five thousand with a few beachside resorts, bars and restaurants, and surf shops.
The town was bustling with people getting ready for the festival. A few people were wearing elaborate costumes, but the rest were wearing next to nothing. Short shorts, thongs, and sarongs were popular, and almost everyone was bare-chested. It was as uninhibited as Paradise City, just with a quieter vibe.
"People are pretty casual about clothing up here," Ayako explained when Mark commented. "Nakoro was the ancient capital of Paradise. Hundreds of years ago, the island was ruled by Queen Iwaihoʻia, who was a high priestess in the ancient fertility religion. She believed nudity was a sacrament. When the missionaries came to the island, they tried to get her to put on clothes. She refused, and had her army chase them back into the ocean. Legend has it that a horde of naked soldiers attacked at midnight on the full moon, and Iwaihoʻia actually commanded the volcano to erupt to drive away the missionaries. They never came back. So, that's why we call it the Lava Moon festival."
"Wow. I wouldn't want to get her mad, either," Ollie said.
Ayako continued. "This weekend, with the festival on, pretty much anything goes. Last year, three of us walked naked right through the middle of town and no one cared."
"That sounds like a challenge," Mark said. In his week in Paradise, he had learned what a thrill it was to show off his body. He was hoping to spend as much time naked as he could this weekend. Even the thought made his cock swell. It was rock-hard in seconds, his eight-inch shaft straining against his tight shorts.
"This town looks packed," Jack said. "I bet all the hostels are full. It's cool that your friends are letting us crash at their place."
Ayako smiled at him. "The more the merrier, they said. Besides, we're not going to be sleeping at the house. Pretty much everyone just sleeps out on the beach. That is, if we sleep at all."
They drove a few minutes outside of Nakoro, down the narrow road heading along the coast. Ayako parked on the roadside in a stand of verdant, tropical woods. They grabbed their bags and surfboards and headed up the driveway to the beach house.
The house was the kind of place that would only exist in the tropics. It had almost no walls. The two bedrooms were enclosed by movable panels, which had been slid open to let in the breeze. The kitchen and living room were open to the beach, covered by a sloped roof with solar panels on top. It was shielded from the road by a wall of trees. A wide trail led out to the beach through a stand of palms.
Half a dozen people were in the yard, tossing a frisbee around. Many looked like college students on summer break. Some were older, in their thirties or forties, but they were all as beautiful as anyone in Paradise. Almost everyone was naked.
The five friends had barely set foot on the property when Ollie tugged at the waistband of Chelsea's skin-tight shorts. They dropped to the grass, exposing her perfectly waxed pussy. "Oh, yeah?" she said in her Aussie accent almost matching Ollie's. She stepped out of the shorts and turned around to give him a kiss. She was already massaging the bulge in Ollie's shorts again.
"Come on, let's go see who else is around," Ayako said, as she casually shed her thong and stuffed it into her backpack.
The three guys shucked their shorts and followed her into the back yard. It was a beautiful setting, with verdant green plants everywhere, sporting the colorful flowers that were always in season in Paradise. Beyond was a thin strand of white sand beach and the brilliant silver-blue ocean.
In the middle of the deck was a large hot tub, with two naked men and three naked women in it. There was a big barbecue grill at one end of the deck, and at the other end a stairway led down into the yard, where six people were hitting a ball over a volleyball net. Other people were hanging around at the edges of the yard, on blankets and lounge chairs. Many were kissing. Two couples were fucking openly.
Ayako walked up to a naked trio, two women and one man, who were sitting on a couch near the hot tub. The guy was lean, fit, and had long blond hair in dreadlocks. The woman on his left was curvy, with big, round tits and long hair dyed in rainbow colors. Both of them looked like they were in their late twenties. On his right was a beautiful, slender Polynesian girl. She was no older than twenty, and had long, black hair and small, perky tits. She was wearing a neon yellow fedora and nothing else.
"Ayako! You made it!" The curvy woman said, standing up to give Ayako a kiss.
"Yeah! This is going to be awesome! I wouldn't miss it!" She introduced her friends, and the trio introduced themselves as Steve, Bianca, and Leilani.
"I can't wait to see the effigy this year," Ayako said, then turned to her friends. "Steve is the guy who designs the sculpture we're going to burn for the main event tomorrow night. This is supposed to be his best one yet."
"We could use some help getting things set up," Steve said. "Looks like you guys have some muscles. Want to help?"
Chelsea smiled. "Ollie and Jack have promised us a shower and a soak in the hot tub. Maybe they can help when we're done with them." She winked and ran her hand up and down Ollie's bare ass.
Mark smiled. He knew the two couples would be fucking again in a few minutes. He wished he was doing the same, but he needed to find a girl first.
