It was the weekend I needed. A guy's weekend out before I tied the knot. My future wife agreed that we could have a bachelor party and we planned months in advance for this. We booked a hotel in a remote area and made sure to bring plenty of booze and drugs to fuel up for the couple of days ahead. My fiance, Tammy, and her friends (mostly wives and girlfriends of the other guys throwing me the party) agreed that strippers, drinking, and that kind of stuff was expected and not a problem. No cheating was allowed obviously, but we could really have a good time.
I'm Dan, the guy getting married. I'm mid 30's, normal build, and really looking forward to settling down with my soon-to-be wife, Tammy. She's 29, 120lbs, natural red hair, green eyes, C cup, my kind of girl. My friends, John, Mike, and Steve are my friends throwing the party. Mike and Steve have girlfriends, and John is married. They all agreed this would be a fun weekend, and gave the guys a free pass other than fucking the girls they hired. Fair deal I'd say.
We arrived at the hotel around 1pm on Friday. We had until Monday morning around 11 am to check out. We took Friday and Monday off to make it a nice long weekend. We headed into the room and unpacked our stuff. We had the usual extra clothing, plus a couple of bags full of the goodies. Steve booked two rooms side by side with a door to easily move between them. The hotel was in a small town, surrounded by woods, with nobody around for miles. A backroad was the only way in and out of here. Nobody else seemed to be here, as there are no other vehicles parked aside from the desk clerks. He was a bit weird at first when we checked in, asking what was going on, and why we all seemed so excited to be there. We explained it was my bachelor party and after some small exchange of jokes, he gave us a keycard. He was nice enough to mention he'd be gone later tonight and not back until Monday's morning shift, as they had no other guests this weekend. We were happy to hear this news, as we could be as loud as we wanted.
"Alright guys, so what's the plan here?" I asked, tossing my bag near the wall. I packed it with a change of clothing and a bathing suit. I was told there was a lake out back.
"Well, I figured we go for a swim since it's early, bring some drinks down with us. The girls won't be here until later tonight, may as well relax for a bit." Steve seemed to be in control of the plans, which was perfect since I didn't want to worry about a thing.
We headed down to the lake out back, it was a bit of a walk from the hotel, just under a mile, through the woods. Nobody could see us drinking back here and we didn't have to keep our voices down at all.
"Guys..." John put down his drink and looked at us, "everyone bring a suit?"
We all looked at one another and agreed we did except for him. "Guess you're going in without one dumbass!" Steve said.
We all jumped in, as we had our suits on already. We're not stupid and knew we'd need them before we left the room. John on the other hand had jeans on. He unzipped and stripped to his boxers and jumped in. We left the shirts, shoes, and johns pants, along with the towels near a rock, towards to tree line. It was a short distance from us, nowhere near the water so we wouldn't splash the pile. Probably further than it needed to be, but whatever, it's just us guys. We brought a couple of bottles of liquor in the water with us, passing them around and making jokes for a while. After we started feeling it, we decided to get out and head back to the room for some food before the strippers arrived.
"Um, guys..." I said looking at the rock, which clearly had nothing near it, "This IS the rock, isn't it? With our shit?" I froze a bit, looking at them, curious as to which one snuck out of the water to move them and wondering why.
We all argued a bit over who the hell was playing this stupid joke, as it made no sense. Finally, we agreed to just head back to the room anyways, no point in staying down here all evening looking around.
"I don't get it guys, who the fuck steals random clothing and towels like that?" Steve was mumbling shit like this the entire walk back. Our feet were wet and gross on the ground. Stepping on sticks, rocks, and dirt the whole way back, while shivering a bit since none of us got a chance to dry off. Steve's underwear was clearly showing everything as they were white and now drenched. It left nothing to the imagination.
We made it back to the hotel, got in using the back staircase, and realized we didn't have the keycard, since it was in Steve's jean pocket. All of us but Steve, since he was showing through his undies, went down to the lobby to get another card. The clerk was laughing a bit at our situation. I looked at him. "Did anyone else happen to check in?" He replied, "Nope, nothing scheduled as I said earlier, and nobody came through here, sorry."
We got the new card and went back up, unlocked the door, and went in. Once inside we felt a bit better about the situation that happened. We took turns using the bathroom to get dried and changed. It was getting dark, so we ordered delivery since they didn't have room service at this place. A nice younger woman delivered our pizzas, thanked us for the generous tip, and left. We quickly ate and chugged a few drinks, getting more and more buzzed as the evening got late.
