Seanday Shorts: Towels and Loungers

It's been a while, but I'm starting to write again. Don't expect too much though, as it takes a while to get back into the routine for me.

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There were stories--I'd heard, where people at a resort like this would get up early and leave their towels on the sun loungers to reserve them. I guess this is something like that?

The large pool was bathed with the morning light as I looked down form my suite on the third floor. There he was, Hans, a German. Every morning at 7:30--on the dot he'd be there, his muscle-suit over his shoulder. He'd study the layout of the loungers, but more often then not he'd pick the same one.

He'd lay out the suit, a bronzed muscle God in a skimpy speedo. I could see he was struggling with its weight, it was big. Hans was much older, late fifties at least, almost half the size.


I didn't waste any time, as soon as he'd left I was heading for the pool. Casually I walked over, checking to see if anyone one was around--zip. I picked up the suit and headed for the shrubs. Damn, this was an expensive suit, I could feel the muscles embedded into the skin.

Out of sight of the hotel I started to pull it on. It took longer than I expected, forcing myself down the suits throat, easily filling its interior. With just my head showing I walked around stretching and flexing. It had been a tight fit, although the suit was big, I was bigger--in all the wrong places. But this was one of the expensive suits, and it hid all my extra weight.

Slipping the young face over my own, I ducked out from the shrubs only to come face to face with one of the attendants.

"Morning sir," the man said. I nodded and headed for the hotel. At the elevators I pressed the button and waited. Several other guests came through. "Morning Hans," one said. I acknowledged with a nod and a smile.

I headed up to the seventh, that was Hans' floor, and knocked on 702. When he opened I grabbed the German. He was certainly surprised to see me. I quickly subdued him with my new found strength and pulled him into his room.

The rest of the holiday was going to be a great, I told myself as I tied up Hans with some flex and stuffed a wad of paper towels in his mouth.

I went through his closet, he was well stocked with clothes for the guy I'd stolen from him. After going through his shorts, I found his wallet and ID. May as well enjoy myself, so I was going to milk it all the way and I had no intention of taking it off for the rest of my break.

As I left the room, I put the "Do not disturb" sign on the handle, and with smile headed back to the pool.