Get Your Guard On

Roland desperately tried to think of an alternate solution to his predicament. He really didn’t want to have to take his shorts off. Especially since, as it turned out, his underwear was also trapped. Especially especially since he was finding it almost impossible to control his growing erection. He really couldn’t bear the thought of these two hot girls seeing his rigid pork sword.

Although, he considered, the very idea of these two hot girls seeing his disco-stick was terribly exciting at the same time as being utterly horrifying. Why, he wondered, couldn’t his horny brain just co-operate and stop pumping blood into his joystick?

He decided to try to ignore the two girls and their sexy bodies. That was his only chance of avoiding a humiliating and obvious tent pole forming in his shorts; he tried to focus on the way his body was suspended, the ache in his arched back and his shoulders. Distracting himself like this seemed to help, seemed to divert his attention away from the excited energy in his groin even as the brunette and the redhead tried to support his hips to avoid his shorts tearing any further. He figured that as long as this situation didn’t become any more arousing, he might be okay. Hopefully Brad would come back soon, or at any rate somebody would come to rescue him. As long as it wasn’t some other smoking hot woman he’d be okay.

‘Hey, everybody, I’m CJ, I’m a lifeguard here at the pool. What’s going on?’

Roland looked up at the woman who had just arrived. She stood with her legs apart near to his head with her hands on her hips as the brunette and redhead explained Roland’s predicament. She was stunning, wearing a red swimsuit, cut high on her hips and showing off her huge bazookas. Her thighs looked strong, her curves mesmerising. She was very beautiful, with long wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, and full lips. His eyes moved up her legs to scan the way her swimsuit moulded its fabric over her honey pot, to the shape of her big melons and he knew there was no point even trying to avoid a full-on monster growing in his shorts.

CJ crouched down to talk to him. ‘Don’t worry, dude. I’m going to get you out of this. First, let’s make you a bit more comfortable. The girls are holding you up so your shorts won’t rip. So I need you to let go so I can get your t-shirt off. I’m going to put it under your head as a pillow, okay?’

He knew he couldn’t argue with this stunning creature, and he also got the impression that she was now fully in charge of the situation. God, she was such a turn on. A strong, commanding, curvy woman telling him what to do. No, he thought, don’t even go there.

His fingers ached as he released his shorts. He felt himself drop down a little and feared he might slip out of them, but it was okay. Raising his arms he allowed CJ to strip his t-shirt off over his head, then he watched as she folded it up and slotted it under his neck. That actually did feel better; instantly the pain in his shoulders began to abate. ‘There, does that feel better?’ He smiled and nodded that it did, thank you.

‘Okay, buddy,’ CJ reassured him, ‘try to relax, I’m going to get you out of this. I’ve got an idea.’