He knows he should head for his room....but

"Alright James focus," the naked man told himself. "You need to get back to your room and getting dressed before someone else sees you. Don't worry about Mackenzie. Mackenzie. The smoking hot redheaded babe with the flawless skin full hips and a great rack. Who's right around the corner, au natur- NO!" he yelled slapping himself in the face. "Focus."

James lifted up into the railing, bracing his hands against the rough brickwork to keep himself balanced. He took a deep breath and made the mistake of looking down. The angle was steeper than he’d thought. His fingers twitched against the uneven surface as a cold wash of doubt drenched his earlier confidence. Still he had to do it. He leaned towards the brick wall pulling one of his feet off the railing. His cock, still achingly hard, brushed the wall, sending a jolt through him that had nothing to do with fear.

Shaking off his arousal he continued on, his foot dropping onto one the other protruding bricks. Then it dropped again. "Woah!" James yelped as he tighten his grip on the bricks in his hands to maintain his balance. They stayed girm unlike the one he had stepped on. That brick had broken the second he set foot on it. He looked down and watched the half brick tumble down and disappear into the bushes below. He was thankful it didn't cause any loud commotion that couldve brought attention to him. Still in that moment James's entire plan felt a whole lot less fullproof.

With his skill climbing up to his room would be a breeze. It was only a few floors up after all. He had climbed higher then that in his free time, but always with equipment. Ropes. Harnesses. Belays. Pants! One wrong grip, one slip, and he wouldn’t just be naked—he’d be naked and plummeting toward a very painful fate. He'd either be dead and a very humorous story on the morning news or alive and trapped outside naked. Honestly he couldn't decide which was worse. In that moment of hisitation his mind wandered towards is other option, the one that involved a naked knockout so gorgeous she practically glowed (or at list in James's imagination she did) who would most certainly be willing to help him out of this precarious situation.

"This is stupid," He told himself as he leaned back towards the balcony. "Why risk it when a far softer approach is avaliable." As James landed back on the balcony his dick again twitched in response his word choice. He looked down at how hard his erection had grown. He needed to either take care of it or hide it. Even a nudist girl might be dissuaded from someone at full mast. James looked around for somewhere he could stroke it without risk of being scene but there was nothing but halls and rooms. Well there was ine other thing.

"That might work." James nodded. He approached a table sat in the center of the crossway. The only thing one it a decorative basket of wax fruit. James lifts it up dumps the fruit and placed the bowl over his crotch. The bowl is wide and deep, perfect cover, yet he can still feel the tip of his pecker pressing against it. He cringes feeling slight arousal from the contact.

"Ok," James grunts. "Ms. Mackenzie here I come."

He ran forward in the direction he saw the bodacious Redhead. His junk bouncing against the ceramic bowl with each step.