Something to swim in

Tracy got up and headed back to where he was staying, planning to call the lobby and ask what they could do for him until his luggage arrived but once he got there he saw that he didn't need to. On his bed was a towel and a swimsuit but not the kind of suit he was expecting. He picked up the small garment and looked it over, not very sure he was going to be comfortable wearing it. It looked to be a black speedo, kind of like the kind he saw other men wearing around the resort. He took a breath and took it into the bathroom, decided to try it on at the very least.

It was a snug fit in the front. So snug, in fact, that it flattened his front a good degree. He was so embarrassed and distracted by the flatness it caused, he didn't see the matching black bikini top fall from inside his folded towel as he wrapped it around his waist to cover the bikini bottom he was wearing before he stepping out of the bathroom.

"You know, it's not like I'm ever going to see these people again..." he said as he conviced him to head for a pool in the bathing suit.