Gio needs help "finding an idol"

Gio tried to come up with an excuse for Michael to help her with her wetsuit without knowing he's groping her ass. "Shh! I...spotted a hidden immunity idol! But it's too hard for me to reach! Can you help me reach it?" was the best excuse she could muster.

"Really? Then shouldn't I have my eyes open?" Michael asked inquisitively. While the crew are discouraged from helping contestants, they're also encouraged to keep the girls safe. Michael decided that if Gio can't reach the "immunity idol," then it might be safer for someone as tall as him to help. "No!" Gio nervously chuckled. "I don't want the others to know I found the idol, so be lowkey, capiche?"

With his eyes closed, Michael tried to follow Gio's frantic directions. "Um, is this the idol?" he asked. Michael had just brushed against the small of Gio's bare back. Gio lets out a dramatic gasp at the sensation of Michael's palms on her bare skin. She says in a higher pitch "No, that's too high! You're touching a…tree! Yeah, a tree!” Michael decides not to question why the tree was so warm and sweaty.

He lowers his hands. “Am I getting closer?” Gio squeals, “That’s too low! It’s...another tree!” feeling the pressure of Michael’s hands squeezing her juicy thigh. “But why does this tree bark feel so meaty?" Michael innocently asked. Gio froze, her face turning beet-red.

Trying to distract him from the question, Gio fervently barks, "L-Look, if you can't do this small task, I'll just show you myself!" Gio grabs Michael's hands and yanks the poor intern closer to her backside. The sudden movement jolts Michael's eyes slightly open, and for a split second he sees a very bottom-heavy dark brown figure. He figures that's the idol. He shuts his eyes before Gio can yell at him.

Knowing that she can't get away with using the "tree" excuse for her butt, Gio panics. "The idol is...OH! It's in a sandcastle!" Michael curiously responds, "A sandcastle? I don't remember anybody building a sandcastle". Gio facepalmed at comparing her ass to a sandcastle.

"Ahh~!" Gio moaned. Michael's hands have landed onto the top of the remaining wetsuit fabric. He stops to make sure she's alright. "Sorry, you just...hit the...sweet spot..." she holds her moan as Michael inadvertently massages her butt up and down while trying to reach the 'idol'. Gio collects her horny feelings and says, "Uhh, I mean, you're so close to the idol! Good job!" Michael smiles at the compliment.

"Are you sure this is a sandcastle?" he says, lifting up her left cheek. "Then what's this other one?" as he lifted the other.

Thinking quickly with a man playing with her ass, Gio says "D-didn't I mention the idol's sandwiched between two perfect sandcastles?" She sees that Michael's not buying it. Externalizing all her negative body image issues with her butt, she blurts out, "Two huge, fat, chocolatey sandcastles, okay?! Now, please, get the idol!"

Michael traces a line at the top of the fabric where the zipper popped off. He manually unzips her suit, unknowingly feeling the warmth of Gio's big black booty being exposed right in front of his face. As he tugged the suit down, his finger grazed something wet at the bottom of the 'sandcastles'. He froze, concerned about what he'd just touched.

"Um, Miss Giovanna, why is the idol dripping wet? And why is it so sticky?" Michael began opening his eyes regardless of Gio's threats.

"Oh no! A big wave just came and washed away the sandcastles as well as the idol! That's why it was so wet! And the stickiness was probably your sweaty palms! I can't blame you: it's not every day a loser like you can get so close to a naked hottie," she implored, the desperation and arousal emanating from her speech.

"Well, we tried, thanks for your help!" Gio says quickly, snatching the towel away from Michael right before he can open his eyes. She hastily wraps the towel around herself without Michael's help, not wanting him to know what situation she'd just put him in.

Before she leaves, Gio impulsively turns around and plants a kiss on Michael's cheek. "Ciao," she whispers in his ear before scurrying off to the sauna entrance. Only the people at the entrance saw the kiss. Nina tilts her head in confusion, Melissa wolf whistles, and Jezebel holds her hand over her mouth while giggling girlishly.

Michael is in a daze with Gio's lipstick on his cheek, unsure of what he did to earn it. He can only watch Gio strutting away proudly with her hands on her ample hips, the towel she rushed on leaving a lot of her right thigh exposed from behind, and a peculiar trail of liquid dripping out from under her towel as she reaches the sauna.