The Beach

You're glad that you changed into swimming trunks before coming here as most of the islands guests and staff parade past you in some form of skimpy bathing suit as you get closer to the beach. The more adventurous ones? They choose to wear nothing at all. You loose count at the amount of bare breasts, glistening pussies, bouncing cocks and sun-touched asses you see on your way down to the water.

Just up and along the beach there is some kind of event going on as you hear tonnes of people cheering, an amplified voice shouting over it all. A few words make it through the noise like 'Winner!' and 'Losers!'.

Out in the distance, amongst the towering waves, you can just make out a group of surfers floating in and out of view. They all appear to be very skilled, cutting shapes in the waves like professional athletes and riding through some of the best barrels you had ever seen. You had tried you hand at surfing a few times back home in your downtime, but the waves were nothing like they were here...