He gets it all out in the open

Lauren nods, her eyes soft with understanding. "We all have those," she says, her hand coming to rest on his shoulder. "But sometimes, it helps to get it out in the open. Laugh about it."

Sara smiles warmly at him. "You know you can tell us anything," she says, her voice gentle. "We're all friends here."

John takes a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He nods, his cheeks still flushed. "Okay," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

Before he can even finish his sentence, Lauren is already out of the hot tub, her body sleek and wet. "Embarrassing stories are always better with booze," she says, her voice echoing through the quiet evening. She disappears into the house, returning moments later with a bottle of tequila and six shot glasses.

As Lauren jumps back into the hot tub, she accidentally caught the side of John's g-string, untying it. No one notices, including John.

John takes a deep breath, his arms resting on the side of the hot tub. He feels a gentle pressure as Lauren and Jenny lean in, using his arms as makeshift pillows. They're both smiling at him, their eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation. He starts to tell his story, his voice shaky at first but gradually growing stronger.

The warmth of their bodies against his arms is comforting, but he is distracted by Jenny's fingers still dancing around the edge of his suit. Every time she moves, her touch sends a spark of pleasure through him. He tries to focus on his words, but it's like his brain is split in two—half telling the story, half worried about his erection.

John starts the story, his eyes drifting to the memory of Rachel. "It all started when I walked into that a department store," he says. "Rachel was there, the saleswoman, and she was..." He swallows, his cheeks burning. "She was dressed really... provocatively."

He describes her outfit in detail, his voice low and strained. "She had on this... this tiny crop top. It was white, and it barely covered... you know." He clears his throat, his gaze darting to each of their faces. "And her leggings, it was like they were painted on. You could see everything." His eyes drift closed for a moment, lost in the memory.

Their laughter brings him back to the present, and he feels a rush of relief. They're laughing with him, not at him. "I know it's silly," he says, his smile weak. "But I couldn't help it. She was just... wow."

Their smiles widen, their eyes sparkling with mischief. "So, what happened next?" Sara asks.

John feels the fabric of his g-string shift against his skin. He looks down, his eyes going wide. It's happened. The left side tie is undone, and the hot tub jets have pushed the material to the side, leaving his erection exposed. Panic flares in his chest, but he keeps his voice steady, hoping they won't notice.

Good thing the jets are going so no one can see anything," John thought.

John took a deep breath and continued his story, hoping his voice didn't betray his panic. "So Rachel brought out this pair of board shorts," he said, his voice wavering only slightly. "They were... really tight. Too tight, actually."

"Too tight how?" Sara asks, her curiosity piqued.

John felt a bead of sweat form on his forehead. "Well, I just meant that they didn't, you know, give me enough... room." He coughed, his cheeks burning.

As he talked, Jenny's hand slid past his suit that was now flapping free in the water and her eyes widened. She stared at him, her mouth a perfect 'O' of shock. But she didn't say anything, just kept her gaze locked on his face.

John's heart hammered in his chest. He could feel the heat of her hand, the electricity of her touch. He gave her a silent pleading look, one that screamed 'please don't tell anyone'. But she just kept smiling, her eyes never leaving his.

"I had to ask for a bigger size," John said, his voice shaky. "It was really awkward."

"Awkward how?" Tiffany asked, her voice teasing.

John's eyes darted from Jenny to the others, his mind racing. He felt the fabric of his suit shift again, the water pushing it further away from his body. "Well," he began, his voice tight, "the shorts were too small, so my... my... uh, you know." He trailed off, his cheeks burning.

Lauren leaned in, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Your cock was sticking out?" she finished for him.

John's eyes widened, "Yeah," John replied.

Sara's hand reached over to cover her mouth, muffling her giggles. "Oh my god," she said, her eyes watering. "That's terrible."

John nodded, his cheeks still on fire. "It was," he said, his voice tight. "But it gets worse."

Jenny leaned closer, her hand still resting lightly on his thigh. "How could it get worse?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

John took a deep breath, his heart racing. "Well," he began, "she brought out a Speedo next. And she said, 'Here, try this on. It'll give you more... support.'"

The women exchange glances, their smiles growing. "A Speedo?" Lauren said, her voice filled with disbelief. "How is that supposed to give you more support?"

John nodded, his head dropping. "Yeah," he mumbled. "It didn't really. And it was... really tight."

"How tight?" Amanda asked, her voice a low purr.

John's eyes darted to the water, avoiding their gazes. "It was like it was painted on," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Every time I moved, it... it showed everything."

"Everything?" Jenny's eyes were wide, her hand sliding a little higher on his thigh.

John nodded, his breath coming in quick pants. "Everything," he said, his voice shaking. "My cock was just... out there."

Jenny's hand stilled on his thigh, her eyes going wide. "Oh, no," she breathed.

John nodded, his eyes locked on the water. "Yeah," he said, his voice tight. "It was... it was really awkward."

"And Rachel was super clumsy, John added. "She kept adjusting the suit and accidentally brushing up against my cock, which didn't help me to stay in the suit."

Jenny's hand kept lightly touching his thigh, but was getting dangerously high.

Sara leaned in, her eyes shining with amusement. "So you accidentally flashed her. Did it get any worse?" she prompted, her voice filled with anticipation.

John took a sip of his drink, his hand shaking slightly. "It did," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "So, Rachel said I should try on this... this thong."

Their eyes widened, their smiles growing. "A thong?" Sara scoffed. "Why would a thong be better?"

John nodded, his cheeks reddening. "Because Rachel said that the smaller suits actually had more room in the groin," he said, his voice a little too loud. "So, I figured, you know, she's a professional. I should trust her."

They all stared at him, their smiles slowly morphing into grins. "And did it?" Lauren asked, her eyes glinting with mischief.

John nodded, his voice tight. "Yeah," he said. "It did. But it was... it was really tight. Like, really tight."

Jenny's hand began to move again, her fingers tracing patterns on his bare skin. John's heart was racing, he could feel the pressure building, the tension coiling in his belly.

"So, what happened?" Sara leaned in, her eyes bright with curiosity.

John took a deep breath, his eyes darting around the hot tub. "Well, I tried it on," he said, his voice shaky. "And it was... it was like nothing I'd ever felt before. I couldn't move without... you know."

They all nodded, their smiles wide. "Without it showing?" Lauren finished for him.

John nodded, his eyes on the water. "Yeah," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "But it did cover me."

Jenny's hand slid a little higher, her fingertips brushing against the base of his cock. He stifled a gasp, his eyes shooting to hers. But she just kept smiling, her hand still moving. "So, what did Rachel do?" she asked, her voice low and teasing.

John felt his cock twitch at the memory, the heat of Rachel's breath against his skin. "She told me to go to the middle of the store," he said, his voice tight. "The part with the big mirrors and the good lights."

"And what happened?" Sara leaned in, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

John swallowed hard, the heat in his cheeks spreading to the rest of his body. "Well," he said, his voice shaking, "everyone was staring at me. I could see them in the mirrors. And... and my erection was really obvious."

Their smiles grew wider, their eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, no," Tiffany said, her voice full of mock horror. "How embarrassing."

John felt the heat of Jenny's hand, her fingers brushing against his cock with every movement. He took another deep breath, trying to ignore the sensation. "Yeah," he said, his voice tight. "So, I complained that the thong showed off too much of my butt. Rachel bent down behind me, and she said, 'Let me just fix that for you.' And she tugged the thong down a little, to cover more of my... my ass."

As he spoke, Jenny's hand slid even higher, her fingertips grazing his balls. He tried to keep his voice steady, but it was getting harder and harder. "And then she said, 'There, that's better.' But it wasn't better..." John's voice trailed off.

Tiffany leaned in, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "What do you mean?" she prodded, her hand resting on his shoulder.

John took a deep breath, his heart racing. "Well, she pulled it down too much," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "My whole... everything came out."

Their eyes widened, their smiles fading into shock. "Oh my god," Sara said, her hand flying to her mouth. "Your whole...?"

John nodded, his cheeks burning. "Yeah," he said, his voice strained. "My whole cock was just... hanging there. For everyone to see."

Jenny's hand stilled, her eyes locked on his face. "What did you do?" she asked, her voice low and husky.

John felt the weight of their gazes, the heat of their bodies surrounding him. He took a deep breath, his heart racing. "It was too late to do anything," he said, his voice tight. "Rachel was right there, bent over, and I could see her... her amazing ass in the reflection of the mirror. And everyone was staring. Staring right at me."

Their eyes widened, their smiles fading into concern. "That must have been so embarrassing," Lauren said, her hand reaching over to give his a comforting squeeze.

John nodded, his eyes on the water. "It was," he said, his voice a whisper. "But it was also... arousing." He felt a twitch in his cock, the warmth of Jenny's hand too much to ignore. "Everyone was looking at me. This girl even started recording it with her phone."

Their eyes went wide, their smiles dropping. "Oh no," Sara said, her voice filled with horror. "That's terrible."

John took another sip of his drink, his hand trembling slightly. He felt a drop of tequila dribble down his chin, the burn of it a stark contrast to the cold water. "It was too much," he continued.

"What do you mean, 'too much'?" asked Lauren.

"I was just too excited, and I just you know..." John's voice trailed off.

"You came?" Jenny's voice was a whisper, her eyes wide.

John nodded, his cheeks burning. "Yeah," he said, his voice shaky. "I couldn't help it. It just... happened."

Their expressions shifted, a mix of shock and understanding. "That's... wow," Lauren said, her voice quiet.

John felt his cock pulse again, the memory of Rachel's hand on him, the feel of his cum spurting across the floor of the store. "It was," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "It was... amazing."

Their eyes were on him, their smiles fading into something else. Something darker, more hungry. And John felt a thrill run through him, his body reacting despite his embarrassment. He couldn't believe he was being this honest with them. "How much have I had to drink?" he asked himself as he took another shot.

"What does it feel like?" Lauren asked, her voice eager. "To cum in public like that?"

John swallowed hard, his eyes darting from face to face. "It was... overwhelming," he admitted. "It was like nothing I've ever felt before. I was so embarrassed, but it also... it also felt amazing."

"Wow," Lauren repeated, her voice filled with wonder. "How did Rachel react?"

John felt the tension in the air thicken, the heat of their bodies like a blanket around him. "She was... she was surprisingly calm," he said, his eyes still closed. "She said it was just an accident."

But as the words left his mouth, he felt Jenny's hand tighten around him, her thumb rubbing in slow circles.

"But the video," Tiffany said, her voice low. "Is it out there? Can people see it?"

John nodded, his eyes snapping open. "I think so," he said, his voice tight with fear. "But I don't know for sure."

"So, where does the g-string come in?" Jenny asked, her voice low and sultry.

"The story's not done yet," John added.

There's more?" Lauren almost shouted, her eyes wide with disbelief. "What else could possibly happen?"

John took a deep breath, his cock still pulsing under Jenny's gentle touch. "Well," he said, his voice tight, "Rachel said that because I came in the thong, it was considered... used."

Sara's eyes went wide. "She couldn't sell it like that," she said, her voice filled with horror.

John nodded, his face flaming. "So, she told me I had to buy it," he said. "But she said she'd get it altered for me. Make the... the pouch bigger, so it didn't happen again."

"Rachel must have been super busy, because she took the thong to the back for alterations and left me in the middle of the store naked," John said.

Sara gasped. "What did you do?"

John took a deep breath, his heart racing as he recounted the mortifying experience. "So I wasn't going to just stand there naked," he said, his voice shaking. "I covered myself with my hands and made my way back to the changing rooms."

Their eyes were glued to him, their smiles fading into something more intense. "And?" Lauren prompted, her voice breathless.

John swallowed hard, his face reddening. "Since I was all slippery from... you know," he stumbled over the words. "My hands kept sliding along my... my cock when I walked." He felt the heat of their gazes, their curiosity and excitement palpable. "It started to feel good," he admitted, his voice dropping to a whisper.

Jenny's hand stilled on his thigh, her eyes going wide. "And you liked it?" she asked, her voice barely above a murmur.

John nodded, his eyes darting from one to the other. "I couldn't help it," he said, his voice tight. "It was like my body was betraying me. The more I tried to ignore it, the more it... it demanded my attention."

Their eyes were dark with anticipation, their smiles fading into something more knowing. "So, what did you do?" Sara asked, her voice low.

John's gaze dropped to the water, his thoughts racing. "I just... kept walking," he said, his voice shaky. "And every step, every little bump, it just... it just felt better and better." He took another deep breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "I got to the aisle right by the changing room and I heard gasps behind me."

He looked up, his eyes meeting theirs. "These two teenage girls," he began, "They saw me and just... screamed." He cringed at the memory, his cheeks burning. "They screamed, 'Oh my god!' and they came running over."

Their eyes went wide, their smiles fading. "They did what?" Tiffany asked, her voice filled with shock.

John nodded, his eyes darting from one to the other. "They asked me for a selfie," he said, his voice tight with humiliation. "They wanted a picture with me. With... my cock hanging out."

The women's expressions shifted, a mix of horror and fascination. "What did you do?" Jenny whispered, her hand sliding away from his cock.

John took a deep breath, his eyes on the water. "I said no," he said, his voice barely audible. "But they didn't care. They both took one of my arms and exposed me."

Jenny's eyes went wide, her hand hovering just above John's cock. She looked at him, her expression a mix of shock and fascination. "They... they did?" she whispered.

John nodded, his face a mask of embarrassment. "They did," he said, his voice tight. "They held my cock up between their faces and started snapping selfies. And then... they both licked it."

The women gasped, their eyes going wide. "They what?" Lauren's hand flew to her mouth.

John's cheeks burned, his heart racing. "They licked it," he repeated. "It was like they were... they were licking an ice cream cone or something."

Jenny's hand began to move again, her fingertips barely touching the base of his cock, her eyes never leaving his face. "And then what happened?" she asked, her voice a whisper.

"Promise not to judge me?" John pleaded.

"You know we won't," Lauren assured him, her gaze locked on his flushed face.

John took a deep breath and continued, "So, I tried to pull away, but they were... they were so insistent. And before I knew it, I... I was about to... you know."

"Cum," Jenny filled in for him, her hand now fully wrapped around his cock, her strokes slow and deliberate.

John swallowed hard, the memory of the two teenagers' eager tongues making his body react. "They didn't stop," he said, his voice shaking. "They just kept... kept licking me. "

Their eyes went wide, their smiles fading into something darker. "Oh my god," Sara said, her voice barely above a murmur. "That's... that's crazy."

John nodded, his eyes darting from one to the other. "It was," he said, his voice tight. "But I... I couldn't stop it. I was too... too turned on." He took a deep breath, his chest heaving. "And then... then I came. All over them."

Their gasps filled the air, the tension in the hot tub thickening. "They kept taking selfies," John continued, his voice shaking. "They were laughing and smiling, and their faces were just... covered in it."

Sara leaned in closer, her eyes wide. "Did anyone else see?" she asked, her voice hushed.

John nodded, his cheeks burning. "Everyone did," he said. "They were all staring." He took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart

Their eyes went wide, their smiles fading into something more intense. "What did they do?"

John took a deep, shuddering breath. "They just... they just giggled," he said. "And kept taking selfies. They had cum on their faces, their chests, their phones...So I ran to the changing room and got dressed."

"But wait," Lauren said, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "What about the g-string?"

"Would you believe that the story is only about halfway done?" Jon asked timidly.

"You have got to be kidding me!" Tiffany blurted out.

Jenny leaned in closer, her eyes on John's flushed face. "Keep going," she urged, her voice low and filled with excitement. Her hand didn't move from his cock, her fingers playing with his head. "What happened next?"

John took a deep breath, his heart racing. "So, Rachel told me that she'd make sure the thong was fixed," he said, his voice tight. "But she also said that it was going to be a week before it was ready."

The women nodded, their eyes glued to his face. "And when you went back?" Tiffany asked, her voice filled with curiosity.

John took another sip of his drink, his eyes dropping to the water. "When I went back, Rachel was there," he said, his voice low. "And she was barely wearing anything. She must have had somewhere to go after work. He top barely covered her breasts. She had on shorts that didn't cover her whole butt, and I could see a g-string hanging out of the top of her shorts."

The women leaned in, their eyes gleaming. "And what did she say?" Lauren whispered, her voice filled with excitement.

John took a deep breath, his eyes darting around the hot tub. "She said she had the thong ready for me," he said. "But when I looked at it, it wasn't a thong anymore. It was a g-string."

Their eyes went wide, their smiles fading into shock. "What?" Sara said, her voice high. "How is that even possible?"

John nodded, his face flaming. "I know," he said. "I thought the same thing. But Rachel just insisted that I try it on."

He took another deep breath, the memory of Rachel's barely-there outfit making his cock throb. "So, I went into the changing room," he continued. "And when I put it on, it was... it was so tight." He swallowed hard, the feel of the fabric against his sensitive skin making his erection painfully obvious. "It was like nothing I've ever worn before."

"And it was definitely a g-string," Jenny murmured, her hand sliding over his cock. "How did it feel?"

John's eyes closed involuntarily, his voice tight. "It felt like... nothing," he said, his voice shaking. "But at the same time, it was like everything was on display."

"On display," Lauren echoed, her voice low. "How so?"

John felt the heat of their gazes, his cock pulsing under Jenny's hand. "The front was... was almost non-existent," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "It was so thin. I could see the veins in my cock."

Their eyes widened, their smiles fading into something darker. "And Rachel saw it?" Tiffany asked, her voice low.

John nodded, his eyes snapping open. "Yeah," he said, his voice tight. "She saw everything."

"And how did she react?" Jenny's hand began to move again, her strokes a little faster.

John felt his breath catch in his throat, his body reacting despite his embarrassment. "She said it looked good," he said, his voice strained.

Their smiles grew wider, their eyes on his erection. "But it did look good," Jenny murmured, her voice filled with amusement.

John nodded, his face reddening even more. "Yeah," he said, his voice tight. "It did look good."

"Is that it then?" Jenny prompted, her hand moving away from his cock.

John took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "Rachel said she had to make sure they had made the pouch big enough," he continued. "So she started rubbing my cock through the suit to make sure I was erect."

Their eyes went wide, their smiles fading into something more intense. "She did what?" Tiffany's voice was filled with shock.

John nodded, his face flaming. "It made sense to me," he said, his voice barely above a murmur. "So she just kept... rubbing me."

Their expressions shifted, a mix of shock and excitement. "And you just... let her?" Lauren asked, her voice low.

John nodded, his eyes on the water. "She was just doing her job, she didn't want me to slip out of it again."

"But that's so... personal," Lauren said, her voice filled with disbelief.

John swallowed hard. "It was," he agreed. "But Rachel was... she was professional about it." He took a deep breath, his heart racing as he recounted the story.

Their eyes went wide, their smiles fading into something more intense. "And you just... let her?" Jenny asked, her voice a murmur.

John nodded, his cheeks flaming. "I had to," he said. "It was... it was part of the fitting process." He took another sip of his drink, his hand shaking slightly.

"Sure...makes complete sense." Lauren added skeptically.

"Then Rachel asked me if I was fully erect."

"Obviously you were..." Sara chided.

"That's what I though, too!" John chimed in. "But Rachel asked if I was sure, and I didn't know how to answer."

Jenny leaned back in the hot tub, her hand sliding away from John's thigh. "Let me guess, Rachel was happy to help?" she asked, her eyes wide.

John nodded, his face reddening. "Yeah," he said. "She pulled down the front of my suit and took out my cock."

The women's eyes went wide, their smiles fading into something more intense. "And why did she do that?" Tiffany's voice was a whisper.

John nodded, his eyes on the water. "Yeah," he said, his voice tight. "She said she had never felt a fully erect cock through material before. It had always been skin on skin."

They leaned in closer, their eyes on John's face. "What did you do?" Lauren asked, her voice eager.

John took a deep breath, his eyes darting around the hot tub. "I... I just stood there," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I couldn't believe it was happening."

Their eyes were on him, their smiles fading into something more knowing. "And it felt good," Jenny murmured, her hand sliding back up to his cock.

John nodded, his face flushing even more. "It did," he admitted. "But it was also... embarrassing."

Their eyes were on him, their smiles fading into something more intense. "But you didn't stop her?" Amanda's voice was low.

John shook his head, his eyes on the water. "I couldn't," he said. "She was just doing her job."

Their smiles grew wider. "And how long did she keep going?" Lauren's voice was a purr.

John took a deep breath, his chest heaving. "Until... until I was fully erect," he said.

Their eyes went wide, their smiles fading into something more intense. Rachel had been so matter-of-fact about it, so professional. But John couldn't ignore the way his body was responding to her touch.

"And then," he continued, his voice tight, "she put my cock back into the suit." He paused, his eyes on their faces, watching their expressions. "And she said it fit perfectly."

The women stared at him in disbelief. Jenny's hand slid up his cock, her strokes slow. "So that was it?" she asked, her voice low.

John took a deep breath, his eyes on hers. "No," he said, his voice firm. "That's not the end of the story."

Their smiles grew wider, "But you're... you're okay with telling us?" Sara asked, her voice filled with excitement.

John nodded, his face reddening. "I need to get it off my chest," he said, his voice low. "And I think I've had enough to drink to get it done."

The women leaned in closer, their eyes glued to his face. "What happened next?" Lauren whispered.

John took a deep breath, his eyes darting to Jenny's hand, which was still on his cock. The sudden cessation of the hot tub bubbles made his heart race. His eyes went wide, and he started to panic. "The bubbles stopped," he blurted out.