He was shy… so the girls hid his clothes [FFM] [teasing] [handjob] [short]

“Pilar, what the hell are you doing? Those are Mike’s!” Dima whispered.

“Shut up and help me,” Pilar said, strawberry blonde ponytail bouncing as she carried two hard-shell suitcases out of the suite. Dima grabbed one, and hefted it down to Pilar’s room, down at the other end of the hall.

Pilar locked the door. “Let’s get back,” she said, “Hurry, before he’s out of the shower.”

Dima tagged along, just behind. “What are we doing?”

“Mike’s a cutie, don’t you think?” Pilar said, “I just wanted to have some fun with him. Plus, nothing else to do until tomorrow, when everyone else shows up.”

“I see,” Dima said, unconvinced. Her brown eyes darted back and forth, framed by lustrous dark curls of hair.

They sneaked back into Mike’s suite and Pilar lied down on the bed, burying her face in a magazine. Dima walked up to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the skyscrapers beyond, olive skin shining in the pale glow of the mid-day city under a dense overcast. The view was incredible despite the weather, and this class trip was an amazing opportunity for one final blow out experience, the whole graduating class together for the last time.

The shower turned off, and the girls heard Mike drying off, doing his grooming routine. Then the bathroom door slid open, then quickly shut.

“Uh, ladies?” Mike said through the door, “A little privacy, please?”

“Nope!” Pilar said, not looking up. “I’m cozy here. Plus I promise not to look.”

“We’re all friends here,” Dima added, still looking out the window. She wasn’t really sure what Pilar was up to, but she knew how to play along.

“Uhhh, ok, I guess…” Mike said uncertainly. The door slid open again, and he left the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, one hand holding it up, preserving his modesty.

Pilar let the magazine drop slightly, still holding it up, but low enough she could see Mike’s short cropped blonde hair over the top. She dropped the magazine another bit lower, took in his fit, lean body, strong without being muscular.

“You said you wouldn’t look,” Mike said.

“I lied.”

Dima turned her head over her shoulder, smirked. “Yeah, not bad.”

He blushed, pacing the room, fighting to keep the towel up while searching for his clothes, peering into the closet, around the bed. He walked into the living room. Pilar watched, an amused grin on her face, the magazine discarded. He walked back into the bedroom.

“Uh, did you…” Mike started, “Did you move my, err, stuff somewhere?”

Pilar’s smile widened. “Yeah, I did.”

Dima turned to watch, attentive, intrigued.

“Well, um, where?”

“I’ll show you,” she said. She grabbed Mike’s phone from the nightstand. “Check your text messages.” She tossed the phone at him.

He panicked, scrambled to catch it, his hand leaving the towel as he sprang forward. He caught his phone, but the towel dropped away. With quick reflexes, his hand flashed back down, grabbing the towel as it dropped. It was no longer wrapped around his waist, but he held it bunched up in front of his crotch. He clung onto that small amount of modesty like it was life and death. He was blushing, embarrassed, as he flipped through his phone.

“My things… are in your room?” he said, not yet understanding.

“Yep,” Pilar said.

“How do I get them back?”

“You’re a smart guy. I’m sure you’ll think of something,” Pilar said, smiling flirtatiously.

Dima walked over to Mike, letting him see her gaze linger on his body. “Let me help you with your towel,” she said, grabbing his crotch through the thick white material, holding the towel in place as her fingers probed, squeezed, searching for his parts.

He gasped. Pilar giggled. Dima jiggled her hand, felt a growing stiffness through the towel.

“Whu…” Mike said, dumbstruck.

“They’re cute when they’re innocent, aren’t they?” Pilar asked.

“Mike,” Dima said, wearing her most seductive look, “Am I making you nervous?”

“Just relax, Mike,” Pilar said, “Sit down, hang out with us for a while. What’s the rush?”

Mike let Dima guide him onto the bed. He laid back next to Pilar, Dima taking the spot opposite. She reached again for the towel, pulling the corners out, flattening it, covering his hips and crotch, his half-chub cock tenting the middle. He looked hesitant, his hands limp by his sides, glancing back and forth between the two girls.

“So Mike, your luggage,” Pilar said, running her finger tips over his chest, tracing his pale skin. “Any ideas yet about how to get it back?”

“Uhh…” he said. Dima’s fingers brushed along his thigh, running up from his knee towards the towel. The tent in the towel grew in height.

Pilar pressed her lips against his ear. “I stole your stuff, Mike,” she whispered, “What do you think my punishment should be?” Her fingers danced along the V of his abs.

“I don’t know, Pilar,” Dima said, “I think this towel might be enough clothes for him today.”

Pilar dropped her hand down, brushing against the growing column under the towel. “Oops, sorry,” she said. Her finger landed at his knee, where she absently drew circles with just her fingertips. The tent at his crotch rose higher.

“Dima,” Pilar said, “You were supposed to lay the towel flat. Look, it’s getting all bunched up.” She pushed against the bulge, watched as it sprang back up. Mike gasped. She did it again, and then again. “There’s something strange with this towel. It will just not lay flat.”

“Maybe it’s broken,” Dima said, her hand joining Pilar’s.

“Well then, we should get rid of it.”

“Oh, definitely.”

Pilar tossed the towel aside. Mike’s cock stood tall, thick, stiff and proud, swollen red.

“Pilar!” Dima exclaimed, mocking innocence, “Is that … an erection?” Her fingerip traced up the bottom side of Mike’s shaft.

“Dima, Dima, Dima,” Pilar said, “Erections are a natural part of every strong, virile man’s life. They’re nothing to worry about.” She cupped Mike’s balls, gave them a slight tug.

“Are you sure? It’s so big. Is there anything we can do to help it?” Dima was laying it on thick. Mike didn’t notice. His cock was pulsing under the attention and teasing of the two girls.

“It’s not help he needs. See that bead of fluid at the tip? Classic sign of a very healthy erection,” Pilar said. Mike whimpered. “He’s fully ready to please any young woman he comes across.”

“What if he comes across two young women?”

“Well, that would be a lot of cumming,” Pilar giggled. She squeezed his sac, “But these balls, they’re quiet full. I think he’d be ready for the opportunity.”

“Oh, full balls? Do you think he needs help draining them?” Dima said, idly stroking the base of his shaft, making him squirm.

Pilar placed her hand on Mike’s knee, teased his inner thigh. “We wouldn’t want to be presumptuous,” she said, “Maybe he’s saving that cum for later.”

Dima wiggled his cock side to side, making it bounce. “Oh, well in that case, I guess we should leave him hard.”

“No,” Mike whispered, nearly begging, “Please.”

“Huh, I don’t think he wants us to stop.” Pilar ran her fingertip down the length of his shaft.

“Are you sure?” Dima said, “I wouldn’t want to waste any precious semen..”

“Make me cum,” Mike plead.

Pilar smiled. “Mike, that’s obscene,” she said, “We’re your classmates.”

“I need it…” Mike was desperate. His erection was throbbing, swollen.

“You did steal his luggage, Pilar,” Dima said, “You do owe him.”

“Oh, alright.” Pilar’s grin widened as she wrapped her fist around Mike’s cock and began stroking it in earnest.

Mike groaned and rolled his head back, keeping his gaze glued to what the girls were doing to his crotch. Dima was teasing his balls, and Pillar had brought in her other hand, jacking him off double-fisted.

“Mike,” Pilar said, looking him in the eye, flashing him a sexy look, “Are you going to cum for us?”

“How thick are your loads Mike?” Dima added.

“I know you want to spray your nasty classmates with your cum.” Pilar watched Mike’s chest heave as she milked him. She pulled his cock down, aiming it at her face. She knew it wouldn’t be long. “We’re bad girls, Mike, we’re filthy whores, give me your cum, spray your jizz all over me, coat me with it.”

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Mike moaned.

“Fuck, he’s going,” Dima said, massaging his balls.

Pilar opened her mouth as she felt Mike tense, heard him groan. His cock erupted, a fat rope spurting out, spraying into Pilar’s mouth, onto her lips. Another jet of spunk shot out, then another. Mike looked to be in heaven, Dima watched in amazement. Pilar’s mouth was full of his cum. She swallowed. Then she ran her finger over her cheeks, mopping up the bits that missed, licking her finger clean. Mike had sunk into the bed, relaxed, watching her.

“Well, that was fun,” Dima said, “What are we doing to do with the rest of the day?”

“Mike’s clothes are still locked up in my room,” Pilar grinned, “So he has to stay here until I decide. And I think … well, I bet you he’s got a few more loads of cum in him.”

Mike’s thick cock was laying spent against his leg, but as Pilar’s comment sunk in, it twitched.

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