Fiona’s fingers grazed her red bikini bottom as she slowly lifted up her emerald turtleneck. My dick fluttered against the granite countertop and I stared into her eyes. She pouted her lips as she pulled her shirt up, simultaneously performing a private strip and also just simply completing the task of taking off her shirt before she can get into the hot tub. But I didn’t care to mull over the truth, I just desperately needed to see those tits, confirm their size, maybe slap them around a bit and then move to her face, running my fingers over those plump dark lips, pulling at them to reveal the pink inside.

Her belly was flat and gorgeous, slender but not skinny. Perfect. She lifted the green high enough that I could see her innie bellybutton, which she touched with a single finger. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. She continued to lift and revealed more and more of her delicious body. I wanted to drag my tongue up and down every inch of her, and fuck her slit til she begged me to keep her.

“H-O-T-T-U-B awesome! You can take me to the hot tub! Right? Chappell anybody? Any Roanheads in the house?” I couldn’t help but laugh. Fiona laughed too, and dropped her shirt back to the regular “on” position. Damn. I really wanted it off. Dan continued, “Improvised that shit. So fucking easy honestly. Also the phrase ‘you be awesome’ somehow ended up in there so that’s just a big fat plus cuz let's face it: you guys do be awesome.” He was shirtless in a bathing suit and flip flops with a huge smile on his face. Dude could not be more pumped for the hot tub, and to talk to Emily I’m sure. I was all for it.

“You’re a regular Weird Al, and I mean that,” Fiona teased. Taking it at face value, he beamed.

“Let’s hit that shit!” He bounded out the door rhythmically flapping his flip flops with every step and mumbling his new hit song under his breath, but it was clear he couldn't remember it exactly. Fiona locked eyes with me and giggled. I smiled back and exhaled hard from my nose and my hard-on twinged. I was still rock solid and pressed into the table, and my mind was going wild. I hoped she’d close the door and make her way toward me and we’d have a sloppy make out and a bit of a fuck.

“I guess you’re just gonna have to go in your underwear.” She licked the corner of her mouth, and I knew it probably wasn’t sexual, but it sure felt that way.

“Guess it’s my only choice. Lemme go grab a good pair.” I wanted to go up to her and take her back to my room and throw her on my bed, but I had a raging boner to hide, and also I was a coward. Plus we still had a few days left to shoot, and I didn’t want to make a mess of everything. 

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but didn’t. She turned toward the door and showed me her butt and lifted her turtleneck up over her head, dropping it to the floor. Her back was smooth and lacking even a single imperfection. She had statuesque shoulders and a gorgeous arch, and the red bow clinging to her upper back was tied perfectly and looked so appetizing against her tan skin, goading me. She looks like a fucking present. I’m gonna pull that string and the whole thing’ll fall off and I’ll spin her around and finally feast on those massive tits and she’ll cry out my name and I’ll fuck her until she can only speak gibberish. She turned back with only her head to look at me. Such a pretty face. I wanted to touch it.

“See you out there hotshot,” she said softly. The she opened her mouth, placed the joint on her tongue, and disappeared through the door. Honestly one of the hottest moments of my life. This girl is totally gonna blow me. But then I grew sad. I didn’t get to see her tits. I spent all day thinking about them, even stealing off a couple of times to touch my dick to the thought of my face snuggled between them. I was pretty much hard all day, but never orgasmed. Needless to say, I was moody and the aggression I had felt minutes ago flirting with that beauty quickly turned to sorrow.

I pulled my hips back and looked down. Precum had soaked through my pants like tears. I was still fully hard. I looked both ways before darting to the floor and grabbing that emerald turtleneck. I buried my face in it and inhaled, hoping for the smell of big tits. It just smelled like a shirt. Nonetheless it was electric to touch. I wanted to wrap it around my dick so bad but I desperately didn’t want to get any precum on it. My heart was pounding in my chest as I gently rubbed the shirt as if it were her breasts themselves. I froze when I heard a door open and shut in the other room.

“I just like the way he moves, I dunno,” a woman’s voice whispered, but I couldn’t make it out. Emily maybe? I silently put the shirt back in the exact spot on the floor Fiona had dropped it, and crept forward to better hear.

“Yes he’s fantastic, we all know it,” a flamboyant male voice whispered back. Ryan. “But kind of stuck up, no?”

“You’re stuck up, bitch. Whatever. Listen, he stared at me when we met! Just got up in my face and stared for like 30 seconds. Honestly was pretty hot.” Holy shit. It’s Grace. And they’re talking about me! And she thinks I’m hot. I oughtta walk in there and reveal I heard everything and watch her face turn red and pull her in for a kiss, attacking her tongue with mine, and her tits with my hands. Pulling down that white bikini to uncage her perky floating titties. Goddamn I was horny. Not feeling the need to hear anymore, I laughed to myself and walked to my room.

I opened the door and darted to find my least penisey underwear, or at least the one closest to a bathing suit. There was a pair of boxers with palm trees on it but they had an open fly and I desperately didn’t want my hard dick flopping out in the hot tub. On the other hand, there was a pair of tight boxer briefs that I wouldn’t escape from, but I wasn’t sure I could make it into the water without revealing the enormous bulge of my erection. I went for plaid boxers with a button fly.

I turned to shut the door before changing. Grace stood in the doorway in her white bikini and stared at me. I was startled.

“Hey!” I blurted out, but she didn’t respond. She just stared at me with amber eyes and shoulder length brown hair. I stared into her eyes but I focused on my brain on her breasts in my periphery. They glistened with chlorinated water and perked up like when my ears hear “tits.” Her bikini was so hot but she was a bit too thin for me. Gorgeous face though, the kind you get married to. And she was an incredible painter. After what honestly felt like multiple minutes, she finally moved her eyes away from mine, down to my groin. Then she snorted and walked off. Good butt.

I looked down at my pants expecting to see a precum stain, but there wasn’t one. Just a bigass bulge. I rolled my eyes and shut the door. I changed into the boxers and sat on the bed, doing a quadratic equation in my head to to lose the erection.

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“Underwear alert! I’m going in my underwear. That cool with everybody?” I announced myself as I walked through the door onto the porch. I donned the plaid boxers over my soft penis. And let’s keep it that way. Dan and Emily and Fiona sat in opposite corners of the tub and looked up at me. Emily and Fiona drank wine, and Dan had a Hazy IPA. I could make out the top of Dan’s hairy chest, and I could see a bit of Emily’s cleavage, but Fiona was just stunning dark hair with a beautiful face and two delicate hands that she must have carefully been keeping dry.

Emily and Dan agreed it was fine, both clearly happy to see me.

Fiona held up the joint. “We waited for you!” She slid the joint between her lips and lit it, looking up at me with those eyes. My heart sang and my cock twitched, and I sunk deep into the water.