Bianca isn't going to make it easy on you

You open the door behind the driver's seat and awkwardly lower yourself into the car without uncovering yourself with your hands. Just as you settle into the seat, you realize that Bianca is standing by the open door. Looks like she isn't going to take the passenger seat. She wants to sit next to you.

She leans down to look into the car, and you struggle to keep your gaze on her green eyes and not on the cleavage practically spilling out of her dress.

"Slide down, Sam," she says. "Or I suppose I could sit on your lap?"

You shuffle to the side without lifting your hands, but by the time you reach the middle seat, Bianca has joined you in the car and puts one arm over your shoulder. She leans into you and runs a hand along your chest.

"Comfortable?" she whispers seductively into your ear.

Isabella gets behind the wheel and licks her lips as she takes in the view through the rear view mirror. You are in the center seat and she has an unobscured view of you trying to cover your dick with your hands. And as Bianca's hands explore more and more of your torso, your dick is becoming more and more difficult to conceal.

You try to clear your mind as the car pulls into the night, but Bianca is relentless. She leans back in her seat and, letting out a long moan, stretches her arms. You can't help but watch the knots on her dress tighten as her breasts stretch the fabric to its absolute limit. Then she crosses her legs and rests one high-heeled shoe on your thigh.

"I'm so tired from dancing, Sam," she says. "Be a gentleman and help me out of these shoes."

You look from Bianca back to Isabella, who is still sneaking peeks at you through the rearview mirror. Reluctantly, you do your best to cover your dick with only one hand as you lift your other to pull at the straps of Bianca's shoe.

"I think you may need both hands, Sam," Bianca says.

"I agree," Isabella says.

"So," you say, pretending you hadn't heard them, "how do you two know each other?"

Isabella giggles at the question. "I'm a bartender at the club we just left. Bianca is one of our best customers. Although I will say that you are the most handsome date she has ever brought to the club."

"You work at the club?" you ask.

"I do. And I enjoyed the entrance you made this evening." Isabella winks at you in the rearview mirror and you wince as you remember walking into the club wearing an Italian flag speedo.

"You, uh, saw me walk in?"

"How could I not have noticed?"

"It's true," Bianca says as she runs her hand through your hair. "The first time I saw Sam was earlier today at the beach. Something about him just.... stuck out." As she says the last two words, she gently taps the head of your dick with one finger. You hadn't realized how hard you'd gotten, and that part of you was visible behind your hand.

The women laugh as you reposition yourself in your seat to better conceal your nudity. You hurriedly pull loose the last strap free on Bianca's shoe and pull off the shoe so you can clap both your hands over your dick. She sighs and stretches her toes and you feel your cock throb behind your hands.

Bianca scoots closer to you as she speaks to Isabella. "Sam was just inviting me back to his villa to do some.... I'm sorry, Sam. I forgot how to say the word in English again. When people swim but they have no swimming suits?"

"Sk.... skinny dipping," you say.

"That's right." One of her hands touches your jaw while the other explores your ab muscles. "I have a few friends who will be joining us as well. I think they're going to love meeting you."

The car comes to a stop and you realize that you're in front of the complex that houses the villas.

"Here we are," Isabella said.

"Are we.... are we not able to drive right up the villa?" you ask.

"I'm afraid not," Bianca says as she gets out of the car. "But don't worry. It's a short walk."

You follow Bianca out of the car, crouching behind the vehicle as you look at the complex. It's late at night and you are relieved to see that there are no people on the road past the gate, but who knows who you might bump into on your way back to the villa. You feel a stab of panic as you wonder if the sorority girls may already be on their way back to the villa. Or maybe they're already there.

"Do you have anything I can wear?" you ask Bianca and Isabella.

Bianca is holding her high heels and takes a few barefooted steps toward you across the warm pavement. She runs her fingers over one of the thin straps holding her dress together.

"Sam... did you want me to take this off and give it to you? But I don't have anything else to wear." She pouts her lips and says, "I'm not even wearing anything under it."

You are barely able to keep your rock-hard cock covered and you reflexively crouch a bit lower to the delight of the two women.

"I'm sorry I won't be able to join the fun," Isabella says from the driver's seat, "but I'm afraid I have to go back to the club and finish my shift."

"Thank you," you say. "Thank you for the ride." You're a bit relieved that at least one less woman will be around to witness your humiliation, but you can't help but notice that Isabella hasn't driven off, yet. In fact, she is still looking out the window staring at your hands as if she can see right through them.

"I suppose," she says, "that I do have something you could wear."

"You do?"

"I don't know if it's a perfect fit for you."

"Please. I'll wear anything."

"Anything?"

"Oh shit," you mumble under your breath.

You smell Bianca's perfume as she walks up behind you and puts her hands on your elbows. "Now, Sam," she says as she tightens her grip on your muscular arms and guides you to stand straight up to your full height. "Isabella just drove you all the way home, and she's offering you something to wear. Don't you think she deserves something in exchange?"

Isabella's eyes light up as Bianca begins to slowly pull your arms back.