An employee uniform

K-T woke up to the sound of giggling. Rolling over, he saw 4 women peeking into his room from the hallway, watching him, one holding out her phone to take pictures. Looking down, he saw his typical morning wood standing straight out from his body. Throwing his hands to his crotch, he tried to cover up, but it was too much for even both his hands.

As the women walked away laughing, K-T rushed into the closet with his toilet. The only spot on the entire ship where he still had privacy. He decided to take care of his boner before joining the max exodus from the ship. As he started to stroke away, he was aware of the time and the need to move quickly. He thought of Jenna and some of the very revealing swimsuits that she had worn during the trip. He was so deep in his fantasies, he even thought he could hear her calling his name. He was getting closer and closer to the edge, precum glistening on his tip, when all of a sudden, the door behind him swung open.

K-T immediately stopped, seconds from orgasm and turned to see Jenna standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips. “I’ve been calling your name for a minute. We need to go now, or we will miss our bus to the airport.” She said sternly.

“I just need a minute here” K-T replied desperately. “I will not miss the bus, and my flight so you can play with yourself” Jenna stated “Let’s go”. She turned and grabbed his bag from the floor and handed it to him before guiding him out and into the hallway. He barely had enough time to slip on his flip flops before getting dragged by the hand down the hallway.

One hand in Jenna’s and one hand holding his backpack left him uncovered as his erection waggled in front of him with each step. Reaching the gangway, he saw Megan standing with a large smile on her face. Excited to finally have clothes to wear, he approached and asked what she had for him.

“I found a male employee on land that had a spare uniform that you can take.” She said cheerfully. Looking around, he couldn’t see it anywhere. Asking for the outfit, Megan laughed and said “K-T, you can’t seem to keep any clothes safe. We are going to wait until you need it before we hand it over. We don’t want to take any risks”.

Confused, K-T said “But I’m getting off the ship, now is when I need the clothes.” “The good news is we own the terminal building on the dock, and the buses to the airport, so you’ll be safe from damaging the clothing until later today” she replied. Horrified, K-T couldn’t find any words as Megan directed him to the gangway and off the ship.

K-T was led across the dock and into the terminal building by Jenna. As they weaved through the building, not only was he continually exposed to the women from the ship, but dozens of employees who hadn’t seen him before were getting a view of his erect body. They made it through all of the lines and checks. They got their departure pictures taken, strangely they needed a full-body photo for K-T even though everyone else just had pictures of their face.

They walked out of the building and into the sunshine. K-T was now out in public, standing at the curb waiting for his bus to the airport. He and Jenna stood there for only a few minutes, but it seemed much longer as numerous people walked by, doing double takes when they saw K-T and his raging boner.

Finally, the bus pulled up and K-T and Jenna were the first on board. Jenna insisted that they sit in the first row with K-T on the aisle. As dozens of other women from the ship boarded, they all walked right past him. Some even “accidentally” brushed their hands against his erection sticking up from his lap. Each touch sent bolts of pleasure through his entire body, keeping him right on the edge.

The last person to board the bus was Megan who sat directly across the aisle from K-T, holding onto a pile of clothes. They were tantalizingly close, yet still so far. “Can I put those on?” he asked pleadingly. “Not yet, I will let you know when you are allowed to get dressed” Megan replied tersely.

As they pulled up to the airport terminal, K-T looked out the window at the hundreds of people moving around making their way to their flights. Megan stood up and started directing guests off of the bus. K-T stayed sitting, waiting for her to pass over his clothes. Once again, as the women walked past, their hands grazed his glistening head, groans and moans uncontrollably slipped from his mouth.

Just when he couldn’t take it anymore, the last passenger was finally gone. Only Megan, Jenna, and K-T remained. After nearly 10 days, he was going to be able to get dressed. Reaching toward Megan and the clothes clutched tightly in her hands, he asked for them.