He does.

Dylan chanced a glance at him. What she saw was enough to make a small, involuntary gasp escape her lips. Antonio stood there and after draping his towel around his shoulders, reached down to grip the waistline of his speedo. Then, with very little ceremony, he lowered it down his legs and to his ankles, stepping out of them and tossing them aside. For the first time since their talk in Antonio's room three days ago, he was naked before her again. A beautiful angel, bare before her admiring gaze. His penis was flaccid between his thighs and actually looked smaller than last time. Luckily Dylan knew about shrinkage. After all, she'd seen Seinfeld.

Emboldened by the confirmation that Antonio would, in fact, strip naked for her on request, Dylan stepped forward. Seeing the puddles of pool water, she reached down and did some hops to remove her shoes and knee-high stockings, not wanting to get them wet when she'd have to return to work. But that was a thought for later. For now, this was her escape. All that existed was Dylan and this beautiful, naked man.

When she reached him, Dylan stopped, standing in front of the nude Antonio and looking up at him. His face was patient, calm. There was a gentle look in his eyes. He bore her no judgment, no demands he felt entitled to. Just acceptance and understanding. In the storm surrounding her, those deep pools of brown were a refuge-giving awning, and his arms her shelter.

With that thought, her body moved on its own. She stumbled forward, the tears coming to her eyes as she threw herself into Antonio's slender, strong arms. His arms wrapped around her and as Dylan buried her nose into his neck and inhaled his wonderful, masculine scent she knew she was safe... It was like she fit perfectly in his arms and all her worries melted away even as she started bawling her eyes out. His hand stroked her back, making her feel like a pampered cat.

The little blonde maid let out an "Eep!" as the nude man lifted her into his arms. She didn't object, feeling powerless yet completely safe as he carried her to the outdoor chaise lounge chair nearby. She looked up at Antonio's face, seeing only focused determination as he moved to sit, like he was a man on a mission and he would not be deterred by anything.

Dylan had no idea what Antonio was doing until he gently lay her down. She looked up at his face, realizing he was sitting on the edge of the lounge chair with his feet on the ground, while she lay along the chair's length with her head in his lap. He was giving her a lap pillow, like some kind of nurturing housewife...

He said nothing. He just looked down at her, a gentle smile on his face. She barely even registered the penis in her hair or that with her maid headband had fallen on the ground. With it gone, she was wearing only a single article of clothing in the form of her maid uniform and that was still one more than Antonio.

Her cheeks were still wet, but the tears had stopped. Antonio continued to gaze into her eyes. She wanted to say something, anything, but the words got stuck in her throat...