Mr Anderson looked up from the tv. “How was the shower?” He asked.
“Good.” I mumbled. ” I needed that…”
“Yeah, it always feels good after a flight.” He gestured to my underwear, “How do those fit? Bryan wasn’t sure about your size but I think he nailed it.”
“Yeah… they fit good…” I said, not sure where to place my hands or if I should cover myself and my obvious erection. I pointed to the sofa. “Is that me?”
“What? Come on…” Mr Anderson laughed and patted the opposite side of the bed, “I’m not gonna make you sleep on the couch. There’s plenty of room up here. Unless that’s weird. You can take the couch if you want.”
“No…” I stammered, blushing, “No that’s cool…” My heart was pounding. Did he really expect me to sleep in the same bed as him? With both of us wearing these tiny “man-panties”? I didn’t want to be rude. I felt my shaved cock throb and my stomach flutter as I rounded the bed to my side and slipped under the covers.
“There. See?” He laughed again, “That’s much better than the couch. And don’t worry, I don’t bite.”
It was my turn to laugh, realizing I didn’t have anything to worry about and the bed was incredibly comfortable. Plus Mr. Anderson wasn’t gay. I’d seen his wife stop by the office on numerous occasions and they were very affectionate with each other. Being nervous was silly, I thought as he flipped off the light leaving the room to be lit only by the glow of the tv. I rolled over with my back to him and closed my eyes.
“Get a good night’s sleep,” He said as I drifted off. “We have a big day tomorrow…”
SATURDAY MORNING.
When I opened my eyes the room was pitch black aside from the sliver of white light coming from the cracked doorway to the roof deck. I was alone in the bed and immediately aware of my massive erection. My dreams had been intense, highly sexual but unfocused. I seemed to have a vague memory of feeling Mr Anderson’s body pressed against mine, his breath on my neck as he wrapped his arms around me, grinding his hips into mine as I moaned and he stroked my cock… but that must have been part of the dream. RIght? It couldn’t have been real. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and sat up, taking in the strange room in the half light. No, I thought, that didn’t happen. It couldn’t have. I was just horny from the tight underwear I was wearing and the sight of Mr Anderson in his sexy briefs had worked its way into my subconscious somehow. That must have been it, I told myself.
I stepped into the bathroom and splashed water on my face before brushing my teeth. I looked around for something else to put on but there was nothing. I shrugged and flipped off the light before making my way out onto the deck wearing only my tight little bikini briefs and for some reason still bulging hard. The door swung open and I was hit in the face by the strong smell of marijuana. Mr Anderson turned to greet me, a wide smile on his face as he blew out a huge plume of skunky white smoke.
“Well there he is…” Mr Anderson laughed, “How did you sleep?”
“Good…” I said squinting in the bright morning light and attempting to cover my bulge. “Just a bit groggy…”
“Here.” He said handing me the joint, “This’ll help with all that.”
I laughed and took the joint, holding it to my lips and inhaling deeply. The thick smoke burned my throat and I started coughing. He laughed, “Ha ha, yeah that stuff is pretty strong… I should have warned you.”
I composed myself and took another small hit, holding it in before letting it all out and looking over the railing at the beach. I turned to hand the joint back to him. Mr Anderson lay on the long lounge chair, his rippling muscular body shimmering in the hot sun. He was wearing only a tiny powder blue speedo and I did my best not to let my eyes linger on the outline of his thick pronounced cock, bulging hard in the front pouch of his swimsuit. I felt my erection twitch involuntarily and tried to make small talk.
“So… when do we have to be at the conference?” I asked
Mr Anderson laughed again and flashed a goofy look. “Yeah… well as it turns out the conference has been canceled.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, confused. “But we came all the way here.”
He shrugged. “Yeah, who’d have thought? I mean, it happens all the time, it’s not a huge deal.”
“Well what does that mean for us?” I asked.
He smiled again, handing me the joint, “What that means is you and I have a whole day to do whatever we want.”
He passed the joint back to me as I tried to process this news. So what was the point of coming down here then? If the conference was canceled then this was all for nothing. I took another hit resulting in another coughing fit and I began to feel the weed’s effect.
“Man, you are terrible at that.” He laughed, taking the joint from me and motioning for me to come closer. He held it between his teeth and gripped my wrist, pulling me down to the lounge chair. Suddenly I was on my knees, straddling him, my smooth thighs around his. “Here… now lean in and inhale when I tell you.” He placed the joint backwards in his mouth, his hand caressed the back of my neck and he pulled me down until my lips were inches from his. Mr Anderson nodded and blew a thick stream into my mouth, I inhaled slowly. The smoke was much smoother this time and I pulled as much as I could into my lungs and held my breath as he released my neck. “Now hold it….” He said as I straightened up and tilted my head back. My head was swimming as the sensation of the weed took a hold of me, my body tingled as the warm druggy feeling washed over me. I was instantly stoned. I felt my cheeks flush and eyes narrow as he snubbed the joint out in the small ashtray on the table beside him. I felt his warm hand on my chest and slide slowly down my smooth stomach. “See? Isn’t that better?”
I nodded, relishing the swimmy sensation of the weed and my eyes focused back on him as his hands slipped over the thick erection bulging in my bikini briefs.
“Oh my!” He laughed, “What’s this?”
I blushed and stammered, “Oh, sorry! That’s… that’s because…”
“Shhhhhh…. It’s ok… I always get hard when I smoke weed too.”
I made a half hearted attempt to get up but his other hand held firmly on my hip as he caressed my throbbing bulge. He slid down slightly on the lounge chair and guided my body lower until my smooth lycra bulge pressed against his. He hadn’t been kidding, he was rock hard too.
“See?” He asked with a wide smile and I nodded slowly, staring into his blue eyes. We stayed frozen like that for a moment, looking at each other, feeling the pressure of our hard cocks pressed together as his hands held my hips. WIthout even thinking I began rocking my hips back and forth, slowly grinding my smooth bulge against his, my heart pounding through the druggy haze as waves of excited confusion raced through my body. It felt so good.
“Mmmmm….” He moaned as his thumbs slipped under the thin waistband of my tiny underwear, his hands gripping my smooth thighs as I rolled my pelvis against his. I placed my hands on his smooth muscular chest to steady myself, dizzy, confused and incredibly turned on.