Pete needs a drink

Pete, still confused, shellshocked, and mouth agape, dropped his phone on the bed. His love member didn't know whether to be aroused or limp. He shook his head and rifled through his luggage for his swim shorts. He had bought a new pair just for this trip. They were olive green, shorter than his usual style and more form fitting. Noting the bulge they displayed, he thought maybe they were a big mistake... He did bring his old pair as a spare since they planned on going to the beach and hanging out in the pool.

Pete decided he would let his boner calm down and get in the pool. Besides, the green pair really did accentuate his abs, glutes, and thighs. All that time doing squats and over head medicine ball slams really paid off.

He grabbed a towel and headed to the living room/kitchen area. The back of the house had all windows and glass doors looking out at the pool and hot tub. Again, for a house near the beach, it was appropriately decorated with seashells and tropical colors. Oranges and shades of blue covered the walls and area rugs in swirling patterns.

Pete looked out the kitchen window to see Rick in the pool talking to Leslie.

"Nice shorts!" Kate exclaimed as she walked by in a sexy little black bikini. "I hope I didn't startle you too much. Rick didn't tell me you guys were here. I moved out of the master when I saw him... err, found out he was here. I am now in the room with the bunk beds," she explained.

"Solo trip to relax?" Pete inquired. "Hopefully we won't interrupt your R&R?"

"Are you kidding me? This trip has already been more interesting than I could have imagined," Kate responded with a coy smile as she looked down towards his tight green swim shorts.

{Justin}'s cheeks flushed as he met her gaze downward and the shorts got tighter. He tried not to focus on her cleavage and the pokies showing through the bikini top. She must have removed the padding from the suit... there was a fairly noticeable nipple outline.

"You ah, want a drink?" Pete stammered as he turned to the fridge, hiding his boner as he opened the door.

Kate snapped out of her trance, "nah, I'm going to go say hi to Leslie outside."

Pete let out a sigh of relief as she left. Kate's bikini bottoms were riding her ass as she walked away. That was equal parts exciting and terrifying he thought. She must be completely dick starved or something. Well, she was right about one thing. This trip was already more interesting than he imagined... and bizarre.

He grabbed a cola, added a generous amount of rum, squeezed in a lime and began to chug and walk towards the empty living room. He adjusted the rod downward against his leg and noticed the tip was poking out slightly. This boner needed to go away before walking outside.

Pete walked by the sofa in time to hear Jan yawn. He froze, as he realized it was NOT an empty living room.

Jan in a groggy voice inquired, "how long was I asleep?" She squinted her eyes open which were in the direct line of his very visible pants sausage. "Oh... What the? Why? Wow!" she whispered as her eyes widened in realization.

It all happened so fast, Pete spit his drink out in surprise all over her. The cola and rum sprayed mainly on her t-shirt.

"Oh geez," Pete said, again, flushed with embarrassment. "Let me clean that up," he exclaimed as he rushed for wet paper towels.

"It's okay, I didn't mean to startle you," Jan explained as she briskly walked to the nearby laundry room.

Without warning, Jan peeled off her shirt. Pete froze as he stood mere steps away from his friend's wife in just yoga pants and a sports bra. It was doing a great job holding up her A cup breasts. They were not big but they looked right on her short slender frame.

Jan ran the shirt under the sink and began to rub the cola/rum spots. Her perky breasts jiggled with every scrubbing movement. To be fair, Kate was showing far more skin in her bikini. However, Pete wasn't ready for the prompt removal of clothes.

Jan looked over at Pete and their eyes met briefly before they both looked away. Jan looked down, dropped the t-shirt, covered herself with her arms, and turned away from him.

In the process Jan dropped the shirt with a wet splat. Pete moved closer to help, except she took that moment to back up and bend over to pick up the shirt. She backed up alright; right into Pete's chubby dick. They both froze. He knew that she knew a miscalculation was made on both of their parts. The tight green swim shorts and tight black yoga shorts did nothing to pad or block the feeling of cock on ass. Both were too stunned to move.

After what felt like a lifetime but was only about ten seconds, Pete took a step back.

"What am I doing?" She remarked after straightening. "I'm going to go change. I'm so sorry," Jan said with red cheeks and not making eye contact.

Jan backed out of the laundry room but not before taking one last glance at the bulge in Pete's shorts. The look did not go unnoticed.

Pete headed back to the kitchen where he promptly drained his cola and rum. Then filled another heavy load of cola and rum.