Yes, You All Go to the Beach

"Ok" you relent. "I'll come with you."

"Great!" shouts Tammy. "Now go back into the bathroom so we can get changed. We'll let you know when we're ready. No peeking!"

You head back to the bathroom, and when you are summoned back all four women are showing a fair bit more skin. Shannon and Grace are both wearing one pieces, with Graces showing off a bit more cleavage and ass, Cloe is wearing a small bikini showing off her toned stomach and even more of her firm ass, and Tammy's bikini is positively tiny. Her large tits are spilling out of the top and the bottom, and her low cut thong bottom shows her entire ass and leaves little doubt that she got a bikini wax at the spa yesterday. You can feel your cock rising just looking at her.

As you head to the resort's beach you hope the other guests will assume you have a bathing suit on under your towel, but the glances you are getting from women in the hallway suggest otherwise. As you pass through the lobby Grace tells you she'll catch up in a minute and rushes off to the front desks. You hear a roar of laughter and look back to see the lady at the front desk cracking up at whatever Grace has told her.

You get to the beach and it is truly stunning. Perfect white sand and clear blue water, blankets, chair and umbrellas laid out for guests, there is even a young woman handing out towels to guests as they arrive. You very happily accept one, pleased to have a bit of backup cover. Shannon grabs some sunscreen for the group and you find a couple of unclaimed blankets to set yourselves up on.

You try to be surreptitious as you watch the women take turns applying sunscreen to one another, but you can tell they have caught you ogling a bit. Shannon then offers to do your back, which you gratefully accept. It feels nice to have her rub lotion into your back muscles, though you are somewhat taken aback when she tips into your towel and her fingertips just barely graze your the top of your butt cheeks. It is even more surprising when she drops down and starts applying the lotion to the back of your legs, working her way up and flipping your towel up a bit to hit the bottom of your ass.

"Turn around, I'll do your front" she says.

"You don't have to, I can take it from here" you reply.

"It's no problem, I'm happy to. Just turn around" she answers, and you succumb and turn, noticing several women around have been watching this play out. Surely they all now know that this towel is the only thing you are wearing.

Facing Shannon and looking at her face as she rubs down your chest and stomach is an even more intimate experience and a full tent forms in your towel that must be obvious to Shannon, as well as your audience. Once again she dips into the towel, stopping short of your hard cock, but not by much, then drops to take care of the front of your legs. As you struggle to not think about how close Shannon's hands are getting to your member you see Grace approach, smiling as she catches sight of you, carrying a basket of food. Shannon thankfully finishes without fully exposing you and you are able to sit down and enjoy some breakfast.

The rest of the morning passes quite pleasantly. You are able to relax a bit and enjoy the sun and sounds of the waves. You even nap a little, making up for your poor sleep the night before. The only awkward spots are when the ladies insist on reapplying your sunscreen, to ever larger crowds. First Cloe takes a turn, exposing almost your whole ass to the beach and just barely brushing your hard cock. Then Grace tries it out, not exposing you as badly, but then reaching under your towel to slide a palmful of sunscreen up and down your shaft. "Just in case" she says with a wink.

You decline to swim with your companions, afraid of what the waves would do to your covering, but after Grace's sunscreen application you find yourself agreeing to a game of volleyball, having gotten a bit tired of laying down.

The ladies decide to pit you and Grace against Cloe and Shannon. Tammy declines to take part, unfortunately as you would have loved to see her bounce around in that tiny suit. As the game gets underway you quickly learn that the ladies are quite talented. You are **** to lunge and jump on almost every volley. A crowd of women quickly forms and seems very taken by your play, cheering at every quick movement. It takes you most of the game to realize that these quick movements have the effect of flaring and flipping your towel. You have no idea how much the crowd has seen but you blush deeply thinking about their cheers. You play more mutely for the rest of the match allowing your opponents to win handily.

"We should have put some stakes on that" Cloe says "Oh well, maybe next time."

After the volleyball you all decide that you have had enough of the beach and start heading back to the resort. On your way off the beach you see the same young woman from earlier, except now she is collecting towels from guests leaving the beach instead of handing them out.

"Can I get your towels?" she asks your group as you get to the edge of the beach. The women happily hand theirs over and you reluctantly hand over your spare.

"I actually need all of your towels" she says to you. "Guests aren't allowed to take them from the beach to the hotel."

"This one actually came from the hotel" you explain to her.

"It doesn't matter. The towels that have been on the beach have to go through a different laundry process so they have to be separated from the hotel towels, otherwise the sand pollutes everything"

"Look" you try to reason with her "There was a mix-up with my clothes earlier and I'm not wearing anything other than this towel." As you see her face light up at this news you realize you've not helped your case.

"I'm really sorry to hear that" she says with a huge grin. "but I could get in big trouble if I let you take that towel off of the beach. They are rally strict about it. You're going to have to hand it over."

Her beaming smile was already making you blush. You have **** but to hand the towel over. You do your best to keep yourself covered with your hands, but your erection is making that all but impossible. The attendant's eyes lock onto your crotch and her smile somehow grows wider. You hear whistles and cheers coming from the women behind you.

"Wow, THAT's what you're packing" Grace blurts out. You blush even redder.

"Let's just hurry up and get back to the room" you reply.

"Actually we were going to hit the women's room and shower there so we don't have to take turns back in the room" Grace replies. "Do you mind waiting for us?" she is looking at you and smiling politely as if she doesn't understand why you don't want to be hanging around in public right now.

"Can I just have the room key?" you ask.

"Sure, we will see you back in the room" she answers, handing you the key.

You have to partially uncover to take it from her, and you catch a glance of the four women's faces as you. They are all smiling wide and staring hungrily at your partially exposed shaft. You grab the key and make a run for it. The sprint to the room is thankfully short, but you pass at least a dozen women on the way who whistle, catcall, and yell for you to stop and let them get a better look. Finally you make it to the room and have to uncover to unlock the door.

"Is that on the room service menu?" you hear a woman ask her friend as they step out of the room next door. You get the door open and rush into the room hoping to find your clothing from last night freshly laundered inside.