The Full Package - Tuesday

Armand was still watching him with that knowing smile that was just starting to get under his skin. "Yes," he finally had to admit.

"Ah, so maybe your wife -- she is upset for a reason, no?" Armand clapped him on the shoulder and sat back, smiling even more broadly if that were possible. "I am not taking sides, of course, my friend. I understand you. I just think it is good to see all angles."

He took another drink. "No, I think that you and I are very similar men. We both want the best of both worlds… you know what I mean?"

Dave wasn't sure that he did, but just then his wife walked into the lounge, wearing a beach wrap and leading a scowling Cody behind her. She spotted them and made a bee-line to where they sat at the bar, ignoring the appraising glances of the conference goers dotting the lounge. Her wrap was nearly transparent and wasn't very long to begin with, and Cody's similar attire displayed much of her perfect legs as well as her very distracting cleavage.

"Gentlemen?" Lisa's sarcastic tone was not lost on Dave and he wondered if he should start arranging for another room.

"We have decided to forgive you." Both men's eyes opened wide in surprise.

"Temporarily!" Lisa qualified. "You are on probation until further notice."

Armand opened his mouth, but Lisa put her hand up to interrupt him. "You will respect our principles," she said, looking at Armand, "appreciate us as women with our own needs and feelings," here she glared at Dave, "and apologize for treating us unfairly."

Dave and Armand spoke over each other as they immediately and profusely apologized to both women. Dave wasn't sure which action he was apologizing for, exactly, but finally decided that it was for all of them, both errors and omissions, and he was relieved that the last night before Lisa left might not be spent sleeping on the beach after all.

"AND," Lisa raised her hand again to continue, "you must be punished." Dave's heart sank. "We challenge you to a chicken fight in the pool," she said with mock seriousness. Lisa stepped closer to Dave and pulled aside her wrap, revealing that she wore -- barely - one of the tiny g-strings which Cody had bought just the morning before.

With a smile and a burst of adrenaline that seemed to overcome all effects of his recent beers, Dave raced to the room to get his suit, vaguely aware of Armand rushing off to the elevators to get his own.

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By the time Dave joined his wife and sister-in-law at the hotel pool, Armand was there and apparently had had time to think about the "challenge". "Maybe we could do this in my pool upstairs," he suggested, glancing around at the guests and several staff members within view of the pool.

"Scared we're going to cream you?" Lisa asked, piña colada in hand. Apparently the girls had noticed that Dave and Armand had a head start on the alcohol and were trying to catch up.

"I thought you were going to take it easy today, Lisa," Dave cautioned her when he joined them. "How's your head?"

Lisa raised her eyebrows, "Still feeling protective, are we?" She took another sip. "Ever heard of 'hair of the dog that bit you?'" she asked.

Dave didn't feel like he was in a good position to push her, and he really didn't care that much, anyway. He noticed that Cody was sitting by the pool, still looking gloomy, but judging by the empty cup by her side, she was intent on changing her mood one way or the other.

"Are you ready to rumble?" Lisa prompted them, taking off her cover-up. He couldn't help but gasp even though she had allowed him a glimpse a few minutes before. The top was made up of a thin string and two inch-wide vertical strips that didn't quite cover her areolas. The bottoms were not much wider.

There was no way she could have worn the bikini before her shave yesterday, he realized. He could also clearly see the outline of her pussy: either the loss of pubic hair just had that fortuitous effect or there was almost no lining in that suit.

"Are you done staring, boys?" Lisa shot at both of them with a glare. She spun smartly on her heal and jumped into the water, giving them a brief show of her mostly bare ass. Dave was strangely proud of her still-firm butt and couldn't help but smile when he saw Armand give her an appraising look.

Cody had already gotten in so he wasn't sure what she was wearing - only that it would have been enough to get them thrown out of most hotels in the states. It probably would have been so here, he guessed, if the owner's son didn't have a crush on her. As he ordered a drink from a waiter, he reflected that it was strange how some of the most prudish women seemed to enjoy flaunting their bodies so much -- or at least it seemed so with his sister-in-law.

There weren't very many people in the pool fortunately, as most seemed to be out at the beach or attending the conference. The four of them swam around splashing each other before Lisa announced that it was time.

"Is it boys against the girls here, or what?" he asked, just now remembering that she had said something about "punishment". Had she just been kidding?

Taking one last swallow from her second piña colada, she answered, "Of course not! Do you think we'd make it easy on you?" She breast-stroked over to where Dave stood near the side of the pool. "It's you and me against Cody and Armand."

"I don't think so," Cody suddenly spoke up. Everybody turned in surprise to see a look of defiance on her face. "I'll play your game, Lisa, but you are still in the dog-house," she pointed at Armand. "I'm taking Dave." She swam over to grab his arm.

"What!?" Lisa couldn't seem to believe what her sister had just said. Dave wasn't sure if it was because Cody never said no to her sister or because she thought Cody was silly to be pushing away such a handsome - not to mention rich - catch. She glared at Cody for a moment then seemed to resign herself and swam over to Armand, where she brusquely pushed him down under the water and climbed onto his shoulders.

When Armand came up spluttering, lifting Lisa out of the water, Dave noticed that her white suit really didn't have much of a lining after all. The top was tight against her pink nipples and he could plainly see her large dark areolas through the material. He smiled wryly when he realized Armand wasn't able to see the great view, but then wondered what Armand could see of Cody as he lifted her up on his shoulders.

"What are we fighting for?" Dave was still suspicious. He knew Lisa too well to believe that she had forgiven him so easily and was simply having a good time. She had a streak of vindictiveness that surfaced at unfortunate times.

"Oh, we'll do two out of three -- the winning team gets to see the other one naked!" Lisa yelled.

Dave felt his little voice of suspicion practically screaming at him when he heard Lisa declare the prize -- he couldn't imagine her doing such a thing even after her two piña coladas -- but it was drowned out by his competitive nature and a sudden surge of hormones. He immediately began sloshing through the water towards Armand and Lisa.

Armand didn't seem quite as excited. He looked around once more to make sure his staff wasn't near. "Again -- I think perhaps we should play this little game upstairs." He looked quite anxious.

"What's the matter, I thought you said "the human body -- ees soo beaut-ee-ful - ees meant to be seen." Cody's voice held a bitterness that surprised Dave with its depth.

He didn't have time to analyze it further as the girls began grappling with each other over his head. They pushed and pulled, almost knocking him off balance, but mostly they seemed to be grunting and squirming more than really attacking each other.

He couldn't help but be aware of Cody's very feminine body on his shoulders and neck. He had a hold of her thighs for better leverage but she still had to squeeze tightly to stay on. He distinctly felt the press of her pussy on his neck through the thin layer of her bikini. As she shifted back and forth and up and down, it was all he could do to concentrate on Armand in front of him and try to ignore her feminine mound rubbing against him.

Finally, Lisa managed to pull Cody forward over Dave's head and he was treated to a momentary flash of her crotch as she fell into the water with her legs spread. He now saw she had worn a green brazilian-cut bikini, which wasn't as revealing as a g-string, but with all the movement on his shoulders, it had wedged up into the crack of her ass and even a bit between her pussy lips.

Cody quickly recovered and vowed revenge on Lisa. Dave saw her reach under the water to adjust her suit then he turned around so she could climb back on.

Armand had apparently forgotten his earlier nervousness, probably due to feeling the beautiful, barely-clad woman on his shoulders and seeing Cody's tiny bikini. "Get ready to get naked, my friends!"

He felt Cody squeeze his neck between her thighs again and as he tried to maneuver over to Armand, she seemed to be squirming around unnecessarily, though he didn't complain. His body was starting to react to all this visual and physical stimulation and he was glad to be wearing loose boxer-type shorts and not a 'Speedo' as he had seen some other men sporting.

This time Cody was out to win and after just a few seconds, she feinted to the left and then quickly jabbed right, grabbing her sister's top and yanking it down to expose her full breast and nipple.

Lisa screamed and dropped her guard to try to cover herself. Taking advantage of the opening, Cody pushed hard on Lisa's left shoulder, knocking her back into the water and taking Armand down with her.

Dave laughed as he steered them to the side to take another drink. When he looked back he saw Armand standing, but Lisa hadn't come up yet. Armand had a surprised look on his face.

Dave started to wade back towards them, but before he got there Lisa surfaced a few yards away. If anything, she looked even more surprised than Armand, staring at him with her mouth open. Armand just smiled and she quickly recovered.

Dave wasn't sure what had happened, but he shrugged it off as Cody had started stroking his head and - if he hadn't known better - almost seemed to be grinding against him. He could distinctly feel her soft, yielding vulva press obscenely against his spine.

This time, Lisa was more cautious and the girls seemed to be taking their time in making their move. Dave's shoulders were beginning to ache a little despite the enjoyable stimulation from Cody. Suddenly, Armand shot his leg out between Dave's and, despite realizing what was coming, Dave couldn't move quickly enough with Cody's weight to avoid having his right leg pulled out from under him.

He went down with Cody right on top of him. She must have been taken by surprise because her thighs were still squeezed around his head and he couldn't seem to pull loose. He twisted his head to the right in an attempt to open her legs so he could get to the surface, but she held on in panic and he only succeeded in turning around to have his face mashed into the crotch of her bikini. His nose was pressed firmly into the material, pushing what there was of it between her pussy lips. His mouth could actually feel the soft skin of her labia on the sides of her bikini as the fabric was pulled up inside her slightly.

The suddenness of his dunking hadn't given him a chance to take a breath before going under and he was starting to see stars, but a perverse, almost masochistic urge overtook him and he pushed out his tongue to slide it along the folds of her pussy where his mouth pressed against it.

All this he felt in the few seconds before she released her grip and he struggled to the surface to gasp for breath. When he finally quit coughing, he turned to see her against the side, her face a deep shade of red.

"Sorry about that," he whispered.

"No, I'm sorry. I almost drowned you! I just panicked, I guess." She turned towards him, a look of genuine embarrassment on her face. Maybe she hadn't felt what he had done, he hoped.

Dave looked over towards the other side of the pool and was relieved to see that the other two had gone down as well. They were just reaching the side, still gasping for breath.

"Dave…" she started. He turned back towards her. "I'm really sorry about this. Lisa's got this plan…"

Before he could hear her out, Lisa yelled over to them, "Alright, chickens! You were lucky that time. This is it -- sudden death overtime!" She took another swallow from Armand's drink and pushed him back towards the other two.

Dave obediently lowered himself in the water and Cody climbed back on his shoulders. He tried not to think of where his face had just been, but with the feel of her mound squeezing against his neck it was quite difficult. His cock seemed harder than ever in his shorts and he wondered if he might get a chance to masturbate back in the room -- he sincerely doubted that Lisa would reward his behavior this morning with actual sex.

Both Lisa and Cody seemed particularly inspired to win this round and neither of them was able to get the winning hold. The constant rubbing of Cody's crotch against him was driving Dave crazy, but he was getting more tired by the second. Finally, Lisa seemed to give some signal to Cody and they both tipped over backwards, taking the two men with them.

Afraid of -- or hoping for -- a repeat of his last near-drowning experience, he spun around, but he couldn't find Cody. Suddenly he felt a tugging at his shorts and before he could come to the surface they were down his legs and off. He came spluttering to the surface and while he gasped for breath and wiped the water out of his eyes, he felt a hand grab a hold of his cock and give it several firm strokes while someone's soft lips kissed the tip briefly. He looked down and saw a female form swim away.

Both Lisa and Cody popped up near the stairs and he couldn't tell which one had been touching him. They both had swim trunks in their hands as they climbed out of the water and Dave assumed the others belonged to Armand, who was now shouting angrily in Spanish.

"Ok horn-dogs!" Lisa yelled back at them from the side. "I guess you both won!" She had an evil smile on her face, although Dave was relieved to note that Cody seemed none too happy. "You can have all the nudity you want…" Lisa finished before grabbing all of their towels and even the few extras that were lying near them and motioning for Cody to follow her. With a look of apology at Dave and a glare at Armand, Cody followed her older sister into the hotel.

"¡Pinche puta!" Armand said after them, but Dave noticed that he didn't say it very loudly and his mouth was curved in a half smile. He looked around the deck, but no one else seemed to be near the pool at the moment. Maybe all their carousing had scared everyone off. There was no one to see their predicament, but then there was no one to borrow a towel from, either.

"Your woman -- she is fiery, no?" Armand grinned over at Dave.

His face turned more serious. "I am going to have to ask you a big favor, I'm afraid, as unfortunately," he looked down, "I am in a… what would you say -- a compromising position."

Armand had come to stand closer and Dave got a glimpse of the fleshy head of something large and long pointing at him from under the water. He was amazed at its size until he remembered how water refracted to make things appear differently from the surface. It couldn't be that big in reality. It was still a little weird having a nude man, much less an erect one, standing so near him, and he stepped back a little and turned away.

"You're not the only one," Dave answered, moving to the pool side where they'd be less likely to be exposed if someone were to walk by. He began to wonder if Armand had received the same treatment that he had. He wasn't sure how he felt about that.

"No, amigo, I mean… I am the owner's son, el gerente, everybody knows me. Please, you've got to -" he squinted as he thought of the word, "'take a hit for the team', I think is what they say?" He looked genuinely worried now as the seconds ticked by and he too moved closer to the wall.

Dave's erection was starting to subside, and he knew that Armand was right. No one here would ever see him again, and it wasn't like the manager would throw him out. He decided he would just walk to the door leading to the salon -- calmly so as not to draw any more eyes than necessary -- and grab some towels at the info desk where he had seen them stacked earlier today.

When he got closer to the steps and to the point of raising himself -- all of himself -- out of the water, though, he found that it was harder than he thought. He saw a group of people walking up the beach towards the pool area and he calculated whether he could make it to the door before they had a clear view of him. He looked back at Armand and saw the pleading in his eyes.

"I'm in the locker room, I'm in the locker room, I'm in the locker room," he repeated to himself over and over as he walked up the steps, his dick still hard but starting to wilt under the stress.

Just then Murphy's law seemed to take command again and a couple in swim suits walked out from the main doors into the pool area. He smiled at them wanly, but both the man and the woman, looking to be in their 40's and not unattractive, were staring downward below his waist.

They stopped and looked around the pool area without even glancing at his face and, as Dave finally reached the side door, he heard the woman say to her partner, "I told you not to book us at another clothing optional club -- remember what happened last time?!" He didn't pause to hear the man's defense but opened the door and stepped quickly down the short hallway to the spa information desk.

The young lady who had greeted them this morning was still at her post and she smiled brightly at him. "Good afternoon, señor. You come back for another…" Just then she seemed to notice his condition and, just like the couple before her, her eyes seemed to fasten on his penis, which was no longer erect but was still fuller than normal and swinging back and forth in front of him as he walked. The receptionist's mouth formed a little "O" and she glanced up at him curiously as he looked around for the towels.

The table that held a stack of them earlier that afternoon was now empty.

"Um…" he began. The girl continued to stare blankly at him with her mouth open.

He cleared his throat, afraid that it would squeak. "The towels…? Do you have any more?"

"Laundry," the girl managed. Her wide eyes went from his face to his penis and back again. She clearly did not know what to do with him or the situation.

Dave didn't want to even contemplate going back out to the pool naked or, even worse, through the crowded lobby to the elevators. While he desperately thought of what to do, he turned to the side so as not to impolitely present his penis to the young woman, but then realized that his profile just made it even more obvious.

He tried covering it with his hands, but its slightly engorged state made it difficult to totally cover. In the end it felt even more awkward to have just the head extending below his fingertips, or to expose his pubic hair and the base of his penis, depending on how he positioned his hands. To make matters worse, the touch and pressure of pushing his penis down and the strange excitement of having this pretty girl staring at him combined to start his hormones flowing again. He could already feel his penis swelling as the blood began pumping into his groin.

Just then the receptionist seemed to come out of her trance and motioned towards the door to the salon. "Maybe there are towels in dryer. Come inside, please." She looked both ways down the hall then stepped inside.