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Deciding that I needed to start getting ready for the day and focus, I got out of bed and made my way to the coffee maker that was on a counter beside the closet and popped in a coffee pod. While the coffee brewed, I decided to take advantage of the plush robe that was hanging on the back of the bathroom door. I shrugged it on, collected my coffee, and stepped outside on the patio.

The brisk mountain air was refreshing and invigorating. For the most part, it was so peaceful and serene out. The sun was up, but not high enough yet. It still peeked through the trees trying to break through the slight morning fog. The pool water was calm, and the spas were gently bubbling to life.

A few patios away from mine were noises of two people getting it on. It didn’t detract from the picturesque morning at all, and I wasn’t put off by it. In fact, I sat down to finish my coffee and listen. I opened the soft robe and slowly stroked my cock as I listened to the two strangers fucking on their patio. I imagined I was sitting on Tristen’s cock and mumbling, “Fuck me, sir,” over and over. I’d heard Braxton and Quinn tons of times, but this morning was more exciting because ultimately, this was what the party was geared toward. Sex and relaxation.

A subtle knock on my door made me jump, and I hurried inside. I quickly closed the patio door, set the coffee mug on the table, and closed my robe on the way to the door. Had Tristen really sent me something? When I opened the door, Ashlie from the front desk stood there with a large white box in her arms with a black ribbon around it.

“Good morning, Mr. Jameson. This arrived for you this morning.”

I stared at the top of the box in awe as I accepted it. Tristen really had sent me something.

“Thank you, Ashlie.”

“My pleasure. Have a great day, Mr. Jameson.” I closed the door as Ashlie turned to leave.

I carried the box to the table and moved the coffee mug so nothing would accidentally get spilled. My heart pounded wildly as I untied the black velvet ribbon to reveal the mystery of the contents. I took the lid off and saw a small envelope on top of black tissue paper. I reached for the envelope and pulled the card out.

Cash,

Can’t wait to see you in all of these items. All of them.

Tristen

I gently tore the gold sticker that held the tissue paper together and moved the tissue out of the way. Right on the top was what looked like a white T-shirt; however, when I touched it, the fabric felt unlike anything I was expecting. I wasn’t expecting it to feel so soft, or light and airy. I looked at the brand but hadn’t recognized it at all. It was my size and looked like it would be awesome to wear today. Something lightweight and comfortable.

I set the T-shirt on the table and picked up the next item. It was a pair of shorts, but I wasn’t sure what color they were exactly. They had a light brown, but also a gray hue to them. Maybe best described as a gray-brown color. I quickly checked the tag inside the shorts for the size. I briefly began to panic some because Tristen hadn’t asked me my pants size last night. I really wanted to wear whatever it was that Tristen wanted me to wear.

“Gotta make Sir six-foot-fuck-me-three Silver Fox Daddy happy.” I laughed a bit because I knew this seriously could be material for some cheesy neighbor porn on a streaming adult channel. But something deep within made me want to please him.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw my exact waist size on the tag. How did he know my size? Was he just good at guessing? The shorts were also a lightweight material that felt like they’d be comfortable for the day. Much better than my jeans and the scratchy polo I’d initially planned to wear today.

I set the shorts on top of the T-shirt, and when I lifted the box to set it on the couch, I realized there was still something in there. I looked inside and stared motionless at the jockstrap.

“What the hell?” I managed to say out loud as my heart began to pound.

I reached in and pulled out the black material before setting the box on the couch. Holding the jockstrap up by the waistband, I noticed the material wasn’t sheer or mesh. It really didn’t look that bad. I’d seen jockstraps in some porn videos and even wore a terribly scratchy one during high school when I played football for a few years. But none of those looked like this. It felt like exceptionally soft underwear, and the front of it even looked like regular underwear. It was just missing the ass portion, and there really wasn’t much to the sides.

I took a deep breath and set the jockstrap on the shorts. I could do this. Besides, Tristen was excited to see me in all of it. Did that mean he’d see me in the jockstrap too? That was the million dollar question, and I thought about it nonstop while I took a shower and got ready for the day. The jockstrap felt okay, and nothing felt odd until I put on the shorts. My bare ass cheeks against the fabric of the shorts was different, and it kind of made me feel, well, sexy. I could feel myself start to harden and kind of liked the way the jockstrap made me feel. It was hard for me to explain to myself exactly how I felt, but it was a good mix of naughty, but in a good way.

I pulled the white T-shirt on and instantly knew this was going to be my favorite article of clothing in my entire closet. I stepped into my deck shoes and grabbed the black threaded bracelet from the guest bag I received last night and put it on my right wrist. I wanted to wear it to show support for the other artists. I smiled broadly as I reminded myself that I was an artist. I loved the way that sounded.

Before I headed to the restaurant, I checked myself out in the mirror.

“Damn!” These clothes made me look awesome. Not only looking great, but feeling hot, sexy, and confident. These were my new favorites. Until this moment I had no idea that clothes could make me feel this good. I was definitely donating those attorney clothes I’d collected over the years as soon as possible.

I knew I’d have time to come back to my room after breakfast before I needed to be at Richard’s suite for his sketch, so I didn’t take my supplies. I stepped into the hallway and stayed by my door until it closed with a click and then made my way down the hallway.

“Fuck,” I whispered to myself as I walked. The fabric from the shorts against my bare ass was going to drive me crazy. I was semi hard by the time I got to the restaurant and waited behind four guys who were waiting to be seated.

A few seconds later, one of them realized I was standing behind them and put his hands on two of the other guys he was with and guided them to move out of the way. He smiled at me, and then the other three guys did the same.

“Sorry we were in the way,” one of them said.

“We’re just waiting for a friend to join us for breakfast,” another one added.

The guy who had moved his group out of the way gestured toward the dining room. “You can go ahead. It’s open seating for breakfast.”

“Oh, okay. Thank you, I didn’t know,” I said.