Your Manager

Directly behind you, covering a smile poorly behind her hand, stood your manager Susan. She was a tall red-haired woman whose locks of hair we’re tied in a neat bun atop her head. Her left arm was draped over her purple T-Shirt and beige shorts, and the right arm was busy attempting to poorly conceal her quickly rising smile. She was wearing her typical black flip-flops, and a pair of sunglasses atop her head.

“Oh my god John! You’re... you’re naked!” She said, collapsing into a laugh. You blushed madly. Of all the people you’d hoped wouldn’t see you in your current predicament, Susan was close to if not at the top of the list. While she was technically your boss, Susan was a merciless tease. She knew that being a bit overbearing and aggressive with her flirting made you an odd mixture of uncomfortable and aroused. As a prank, she’d once decided to wear a thong bikini to work just to get your reaction and tease you. She was able to cause a tent to pitch beneath your swim trunks, and had been merciless with teasing you about it since.

After almost a full minute of almost regaining her composure, looking at you, and laughing again, Susan finally calmed down enough to form a sentence.

“Well, it would appear you’ve foregone your uniform today...” She began, stifling a laugh. “...Though I guess I don’t mind too much too be honest. Just warn me first! I’ve got to prepare myself to see something like this.” She stated, now looking at you confidently. She moved her arms to cross in front of her, and leaned back a bit on one foot as her eyes noticeably drifted their gaze lower.

You began to blush even further, and nervously stammered a bit. “S-Susan, I err... I can explain! See, I was helping some lady when she got a cramp, and then I guess my trunks fell off in the water while I was taking her in. I could... I could use a towel or something...”

Susan was slow to respond, only managing an “...Uh-Huh...” as she looked you over. Her blatant staring and blatant amusement with your predicament was causing you to sweat for reasons other than the hot sun on your entirely bare flesh, and you began to feel your member stiffen and push against the cupped hands you’d placed below.

“Well, that’s pretty unfortunate! I know you normally only take your trunks to work with you, so I guess you don’t have a towel either?” Susan asked, only to be met with you shaking your head. Susan shrugged, before squinting at your body.

“...You know, it’s pretty dangerous to be outside without any sunscreen on. Especially with your ass sitting right there in the sun. Where’s your suntan lotion?” She questioned, raising an eyebrow.

You were taken aback by the question for a moment. “Look, I can just go grab a towel and I’ll be fine. Lemme just-“ You began to say, only for Susan to quickly push her fingers against your lips.

“Ah. I’m not having you call in sick to work because you were too macho to keep your skin properly protected. If you’re gonna be naked on the beach, then you’ve got to make sure ALL of it is covered.” She quickly explained.

A few laughs from behind reminded you that you were still being watched, so you briefly turned your head, and could see that most of the beachgoers, plus another group of five bikini-clad women Susan’s age were spectating you from all sides. There was giggling and pointing at you from all sides, making you shiver a bit from embarrassment.

“Susan, I’m naked in front of everybody! This is humiliating! I can’t work like this!” You cried, looking back at Susan for some sympathy.

Susan frowned for a moment, before leaning into your ear to whisper something.

“I know you like this." She whispered, causing you to jump a bit. "In fact, I almost think you WANT me to make you walk around in front of every woman here wearing nothing at all. So here's how its gonna go. Play along, follow my instructions, or take your chances finding your own way home after I call the police. I won't fire you, but I'd damn love to watch you try to escape capture dressed like you are." Susan threatened, offering you a sly smile that made you shiver. You quickly decided that whatever game Susan was playing had to be far less risky than getting police involved, and likely getting arrested. So, you gulped, awaiting what Susan had planned.

You blushed as the sound of giggling and laughter re-filled your ears as Susan withdrew. "Understood? Good. Now, put your hands away, and hold them away from your body. I need to put the lotion on." Susan ordered, squeezing a liberal amount into her palm. She began rubbing her palms together, and moving towards you.

You realized what Susan had in mind. She wanted to apply lotion to all of your recently exposed skin. That meant she would be applying lotion to your upper thigh, hips, probably your ass, and you could only hope she wasn't serious about applying it to your dick. All the while, you'd have to stand with hands at your side, leaving your dick uncovered and in perfect view of everyone on the beach. "Wait, I can't do that! They'll see my-" You began, only to get interrupted.

"What? They'll see your dick? Oh, I've got you covered." She said, turning towards the group of women that had just arrived, and were spectating in awe. "Hey! Everyone! John is just a little bit shy, and he's getting a bit embarrassed being naked in front of all of you. So DON'T look..." Susan said, throwing a very blatant wink and nod towards those around you. "...While we're applying suntan lotion. And DEFINITELY..." Susan continued, throwing another very exaggerated wink and nod around. "...DON'T take pictures. It would be soooo~ embarrassing! Especially since it takes about fifteen minutes to set in, so he can't cover up AT ALL the entire time." She said, turning back towards you with a slick smirk. "That better?" She sarcastically asked, raising an eyebrow.

You grew red in the face, feeling the heat of everyone's expectant gaze. Now that everyone knew what was about to happen, all eyes were glued to you in anticipation. "Please Susan... Not right out here..." You begged, only to get a slight laugh from her. Susan suddenly, and sternly looked you in the eyes.

"Drop the hands." She ordered, with an almost emotionless glare behind the words. You gulped, and before you could rethink your decisions, you let your hands spread to the sides, and grimaced as your erect cock sprung into view. This was met by a few gasps, and there was a couple of whistles from the more audibly appreciative spectators around you. You instantly felt the need to cover yourself again, but for some reason, you couldn't make yourself do it. Something about playing into Susan's game, and that look she'd given you was holding your hands imprisoned to your side as Susan approached.

The reaction was now in full **** among the small group of people watching you bemusedly. The group of four women were now pointing at your dick and laughing at you blatantly, which procured a similar action from many more around you. Your dick twitched a bit, as you continued to get more aroused at the situation unfolding before you.

"Oh my... He's just going to stand there?" One woman questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Haha, he can't even cover up! Look! His face is turning red!” A brunette college girl stated, collapsing into laughter.

“Smile for the camera boy!” The blonde woman said, pulling out a small disposable Polaroid from her small bag. You winced, and heard the click and caught the flash in your eye.

You were about to protest, when you suddenly felt a deep cold on your backside. You shivered, and turned slightly, and caught Susan grinning at you as she massaged the lotion across your bare ass for a moment. Her soft hands slowly worked the lotion in circular motions, and began drifting towards the front. With each motion, her hands drifted tauntingly closer to your dick, and you began to understand that she was indeed planning to put lotion there as well.

“S-Susan. I uhh... I can do that part my-“ You began, only to get interrupted again.

“Nope.” Susan quickly replied, shutting you down instantly. “I’m going to put the lotion on, and you’re gonna sit still, and let everyone watch.” She said, leaning in close. Her left hand slowly stopped the motions, and drifted casually directly towards your dick, tracing a slow but steady line.

Susan leaned in closer, whispering in your ear. "How about a little game? If you cum before I'm finished, then THIS is your new work attire. For good. If you don't cum, I give you a towel from the hotel, and you can go home. How about it?"

You hoped Susan wasn’t actually serious, but her tone, demeanor, and smile told you she was entirely serious. And with everything going on around you, you were already fairly close to release. Having your dick in Susan’s hand was already pushing you closer to the breaking point.

“Look over there. Those women over there are watching you. You’re completely naked, on a public beach John. Aren’t you embarrassed? They’re all laughing at you. How ridiculous and sexy for the hot, young lifeguard to lose his trunks, and be naked in front of everyone...” Susan said, working the lotion in slowly and methodically on your dick. The situation was pushing you further and further towards release, and you clenched your fist slightly and breathed deeply. “S-stop. Please.” You begged. Susan smiled sadistically, knowing her method was working, and continued.

“One of them has a camera. She’s taking pictures of you. You aren’t even covering yourself. What are you going to do if she shows those to everyone she knows? They’ll all see your naked body, and how embarrassed you are.” She said, using her other hand to point to the Polaroid-wielding blonde, who clicked the camera yet again.

“What are you going to do when Gwen gets here? You don’t have a single thing to wear! I imagine she’s probably going to laugh at you. How humiliating, if she were to see you like this..." Susan teased, continuing to slowly, and methodically move her hand up and down your shaft. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer, edging to the very brink...