Time to strip down

Your shaking hands make it difficult to balance the drinks on your tray, but you can't afford to wait any longer. You have a raging hard-on that isn't going anywhere. You'd only gotten a brief glimpse of the women undressing (right after Bianca spotted you, you went back to the kitchen to make the drinks), but even that had been too much to handle. The tear in the fabric on the hip of your speedo had grown even further as your cock stretched the garment to its limit. Even as you prepare to walk outside, you think you can hear the fabric continuing to rip.

When you enter the warm night air, you can see that the women have already entered the hot tub. You walk quickly, hoping to get alongside the elevated tub before the women notice how hard you are. As you walk, you see a trail of discarded clothes around the tub. Closest to you is a red dress. Seeing it on the floor, you can't believe how small it is when not being stretched out by Bianca's hourglass figure. You look up at the hot tub and recognize the blond hair tied up in a bun and the bronze shoulders. Bianca has her back to you with both her arms stretched out along the edge of the tub, and you can see the muscles in her shoulders relax as she eases herself deeper into the warm water.

"Ladies," Lucy says. She lifts herself out of the tub and turns to face you. Water drips off of her gorgeous, perky tits. "Our bartender is here!"

Lucy's twin sister follows suit, easing her torso out of the water to turn toward you. Alice blushes and dips a little deeper into the water so her bare shoulders are obscured by the bubbles. Bianca looks over her shoulder and smiles at you.

You are alongside the tub and (hopefully) nobody can see how hard you are as you hand out the drinks. The twins lean up out of the water so that they can sneak a quick touch of your torso as they accept the cocktail. You smile confidently and try not to stare at their wet breasts as they ease back into their seats. Alice delicately rises out of the water. With a mix of relief and disappointment, you see her hold one arm over her enormous chest as she takes the drink before sliding back into the water so deep that her shoulders are barely visible above the bubbles. She seems determined to keep as much of her body below water as possible.

Bianca continues to relax against the wall and accepts the drink without moving. You can see her bare shoulders and cleavage, but her breasts still aren't fully exposed thanks to the bubbles. "You seem so tense, Sam," Bianca says to you. "Why don't you join us? The water is very relaxing. See?" She raises one of her legs and, from the center of the hot tub, kicks a bit of water at you. The women all laugh. You **** yourself to do the same, but you can't help but stare at the tan leg that Bianca keeps above the water for an instant longer than necessary before returning it below the surface.

You hear a tear.

"Did you hear something?" Alice asks.

Your speedo was still on, but it was hanging by a thread. You had to act now. In a single, smooth move, you slide your body over the side of the hot tub and drop yourself inside. You keep your legs tucked up as you do it so that none of the women can see your erection, and they giggle as you settle into the water.

"Somebody's eager!" Layla says as she playfully splashes you.

"You were right!" you say. "This tub is relaxing."

You were being truthful. You felt a bit more at ease knowing that you were concealed beneath the bubbles. That said, you knew that it was only a matter of time before your only clothing was rendered useless.

"Cheers!" Bianca says.

You all clink your glasses together and as you take a sip, you try and plan your next move.

You notice that Lucy is watching you, and when you look back at her she turns to Bianca. "Bianca," she says. "Are we making Sam uncomfortable?"

"You might be right, Lucy," Layla says. "Americans are so sensitive about, well...." She covers her breasts with one of her arms as she takes a sip of her drink and the women laugh.

"It's no problem," you say. "Nudity doesn't bother me." You pray to god that you're not blushing as you tell the lie.

"I suppose not," Alice says. "That little outfit he's wearing. I've never seen an American wear that."

Bianca chimes in. "If you like that outfit, you should have seen what he was wearing when I first laid eyes on him."

"I... uh... I guess I'm just confident," you say, eager to change the subject.

"Is that so?" Bianca asks. She guides her hand back to the edge of the tub, puts her drink down, then gently runs her finger along the key ring. Her implication was clear. If you wanted your clothes back, you would need to hold up your end of the bargain. "Can you prove it?" Bianca asks.

You swallow, **** yourself to smile, then slide your speedo off your hips. You hold it up for a second before putting it on the edge of the tub behind you. The Englishwomen all gasp and laugh. The twins exchange glances of disbelief with each other. Alice covers her mouth as she laughs and her cheeks turn bright red. Bianca licks her lips, then slightly raises her glass in a gesture of acknowledgement. You lean back against the tub and pick up your drink, then shrug and take a sip.

Your heart is beating a million miles an hour, but you're praying no one can tell. More importantly, you hope nobody swims close enough to you to bump into your rock hard cock.

The giggling of the Englishwomen has barely subsided before Layla says, "Sam, I don't know how you do it. And in front of strangers!"

"Well, I... um... wait... what do you mean?"

"You're right, Layla!" Lucy said, agreeing with her sister. "I know there's a nude beach nearby, but I'd never have the courage to go."

"I'm surprised to hear that," you say. "You don't strike me as being particularly shy about nudity."

"Well, topless beaches are one thing," she says as she finishes her drink. "But full nudity? In front of the opposite sex? I'd be mortified." She stands up and puts her empty glass on the edge of the hot tub. As she rises completely out of the hot tub, your eyes bulge. She's still wearing her panties.

"I feel the same way," Layla said. She rose out of the water to put her drink away as well. She, too, stood high enough to reveal that she had not gotten totally naked. "But Bianca is the shyest one of all of us," Layla adds.

You look across the hot tub at Bianca, who returns your gaze with a soft smile.

"Bianca is the shyest?" you ask. "Why is that?" You're afraid of the answer to the question and it shows in your voice.

"When she called us and told us to come to this villa," Layla says, "she asked if we would bring her a swimsuit."

"A swi... swimsuit?"

Bianca shrugs, then lifts herself out of the tub. She isn't naked either. She's wearing a strapless one-piece swimsuit. She sits on the edge of the tub, crosses her legs, then leans forward so that her breasts test the zipper holding her swimsuit together.

"What can I say?" she shrugs, accentuating her cleavage even more. "I guess confident men like Sam just leave me feeling shy."

The reality of the situation hits you.

"So none of you are nak-"

You try to stop yourself from asking the question, but you're too late. The Englishwomen all exchange glances. As they realize your mistake, they begin to laugh. You reflexively reach back for your speedo, but you accidentally knock it over the edge of the hot tub and out of your grasp. You can't reach it without getting out of the tub. The laughter gets louder.

Your show of confidence has completely evaporated as you look from face to face with wide eyes.

"Sam," Bianca asks with a smile on her face. "Did you think that we were all skinny-dipping?"