It got even worse when the few girls left on the deck turned over on their backs and left their suits off.It got even worse when the few girls left on the deck turned over on their backs and left their suits off. I suspected that all their eyes were trained on my shorts' inadequate coverage. By 1pm, I finished the whole job and all the girls had gone inside. Joanna came back out in a silk coverup, and told me to come inside. "First, you need a shower, then you'll fix us lunch before our naps." She led me to a utility shower off the kitchen. No curtain and no door to the room. She left me alone and I peeled off my sweaty shorts and underwear and enjoyed the shower. In the midst of washing my hair, I saw her walk in and take all my clothes, giving me an impish smile as she left another pile of clothes underneath a very small towel. I finished my shower and dried my self off before I looked at my new clothes. She had left me with a frilly maid's-costume teddy and a pair of men's bikini briefs. Getting very excited, I tried on the teddy, but took it off, not willing to admit my fetish to the girls, even though I suspect they expected me to wear it. So, clad in very small underwear, I walked out into the kitchen. Joanna was there, dressed in a teddy of her own. She looked very sexy, and my cock threatened to spill out of my underwear. "Why aren't you dressed?" "You don't expect me to wear that, do you?" "Oh yes, I do, Michael. Don't worry, we've all had intimate discussions with Margaret." Margaret and I had been dating for two years when we broke up last Christmas. She hadn't appreciated my attempts at crossdressing and it was just one more thing to break us up. |