Head Downstairs

You hastily walk down a small, dark staircase which suddenly breaks into a well-lit kitchen. The kitchen is enormous, consisting of massive white marble counters, brand new looking appliances, and an impressive skylight the fills the kitchen with light.

The light reminds you that you’re wearing nothing but a bathrobe, and your wrap the bathrobe around your tighter to make sure that you are covered.

Glancing back at the stairs, you realize that they must be some kind of servant stairs, once again reminding you of how impressive and large this mansion is. This kitchen alone is easily as large as your bedroom at home.

A sliding glass door on the opposite side of the kitchen opens and a man steps through. It takes you a second to realize that he is completely naked. He is a bit skinny, golden blonde hair, blue eyes, and seems to be completely clean shaven. Even his legs and arms are hair free, the hair on his head being the only hair in sight.

He has an impressive dick, circumcised, although you can’t tell if it’s the lack of hair that makes it stand out more. He also appears to be wet, his hair sticking to the sides of his face and back of his neck. He takes a look at you and smiles.

He is dripping onto the white tile floors. Drops of liquid falling down his body with every movement.

“Hello!” He waves, then walks up to and passed you, reaching for a chrome colored refrigerator that looks to be twice the size of any you’ve ever seen.

Each step causing a wet slap as he moves. He opens the fridge and peaks his head in. Cold humidity comes out of the fridge, falling down to his feel. Meanwhile, a puddle forms under him.

After a moment, he seems to find what he is looking for, grabbing a carton of milk and closing the refrigerator behind him. He turns back to you and gives a nod, completely comfortable in his nudity. He’s got a nice body, perhaps a little less muscular, and a little on the skinny side. However, he has incredibly nice legs and calves, smooth and fit. The cold fridge had caused his nipples to become noticeably hard, almost enough to cause you to blush.

You notice he is carrying what looks like a swimcap and goggles in his hand, and you quickly realize he must be a swimmer. A quick glance out the back door shows a massive pool, and everything clicks into place. He was swimming out there, and just came to get something to drink.

He opens the carton and drinks right out of it, taking thirsty gulps before putting it down with a gasp.

“You wouldn’t by chance know how you got here, would you?” You finally ask him.

He shrugs, “I don’t know. I woke up here. I figured I must have won something. Giant house, giant pool, and now I see a beautiful woman. This must be some kind of prize I earned. You wouldn’t be part of the prize package, would you?”

He looks you up and down, and you’re reminded that you’re in nothing but the bathrobe. “No, I just woke up here too. I’m trying to figure out what happened.”

“That’s a shame. I’ve been in the house. I’ve been in the pool. But I haven’t been in…” He nonchalantly puts a hand in your direction with a smile.

It takes you a second to realize what he is implying, and then you blush furiously at his forwardness.

The man held up his hand before you could respond. “I’m just joking. But really, there is food, there is good company, and it is beautiful outside. You don’t need to be so worried. Why don’t you come join me in the pool and relax?”

“But, I don’t have a swimsuit on?”

“What a coincidence, neither do I.” The man laughs.

You wonder if he might be right. Maybe you should be counting your blessings. Maybe you should relax and just play in the pool. Yeah, you’d be naked, but so would he. Although you’re pretty sure if you get in the pool with him it won’t be long before you will be having sex with him. However, with everything you’ve seen so far, you’re already pretty damn horny, so would that be a bad thing? Hell, why waste time in the pool when you can just fuck him now?