A washcloth

He pulled the item out of her hand and realized it was just a small wash cloth, barely enough to cover his penis and balls. He cried, “this can’t be all that you are giving me, I need more coverage than this!”. Stephanie retorted, that it was more modest than both the yellow mesh swimsuit he was wearing yesterday, especially after he stepped off of the lifeboat, and the speedo after it got drenched at dinner. Shocked, K-T asked how she knew about those, and she told him that one of the ship’s photographers was at both events and photos were available for sale in the photo shop on the main deck. Humiliated, K-T ducked around the corner into the locker room and wiped off as much of the drying cum as he could from his face and torso, clasped the washcloth over his privates and walked out into the spa lobby.

As he moved to leave the spa, he heard Stephanie clearing her throat behind him. Turning to her, he saw her hand held out, opening and closing it repeatedly. “Unfortunately, K-T, your ‘towel’ is spa property and cannot leave this facility, I will need that back”. “Please no!”, K-T cried. “Can’t I just use it for cover to get back to my cabin, and I can get other clothing and bring the wash cloth back immediately?”. Stephanie, almost sounding remorseful replied “Sorry, I need to close the spa, and my shift is over, I cannot wait until you come back, I need the towel now.” Begrudgingly, K-T handed over the sticky wash cloth to a smiling Stephanie, who thanked him before pushing him out the door and quickly locking it.

Realizing he was now naked in a public hallway, K-T started running toward his cabin with his hands clasped in front of him. Still not knowing the ship, he made a few wrong turns, getting caught by dozens of women on his frantic race, as his erection started to grow. He made it back to his cabin to find the housekeeping cart in front of the door, and the maid in the room. He pushed his way in and quietly asked her to come back later. She laughed as she walked out of the room, finally after closing the door, K-T was able to relax and leaned against the door with his hands over his face. It was at that moment, that the sensored lights turned on, bathing his cabin in brightness compared to the dusk lighting outside. Since his face was covered, K-T didn’t realize, but the nearly 10 women sitting on their balconies enjoying a pre-dinner drink immediately turned their attention to the bright light and the naked, erect man standing in the middle of it.

Once K-T opened his eyes, he noticed two things: first, he kicked the maid out after she had stripped the bed of all its sheets and removed the dirty towels, but before she had a chance to replace them, and second that he was now on display to multiple women who were toasting him with their wine glasses. Crying out in shock, K-T killed the lights and hid in the relative darkness of his cabin. Realizing he was now down to two items of clothing; the yellow trunks that could no longer contain his penis, and his boxers with the missing fly button, K-T got to work sewing the fly closed on the boxers. Since he was working in the dark, it took him a lot longer than he would have liked, and by the time he was done, he was running late for dinner. Pulling on his freshly repaired underwear, he rushed out of the room and ran to the dining room.