Part 42
Tim stomped across the studio, his bare feet slapping against the floor, glaring at the two attractive women who now sat as if mesmerized, watching his approach. Most of the women in the room were looking at Tim's crotch, and the intermittent glimpses of his dick provided by his quick strides and focus on the two towel thieves he was making a beeline for.
But the two women fighting over the towel looked only at Tim's red face and upper chest, a worried expression forming on their faces as they realized that they might be in trouble.
Before they could move, Tim reached them and snatched the towel out of their hands, as both women leaned back. "I thought you didn't know where my towel was?!" Tim said angrily.
"W- w- we just found it," the second brunette stuttered unconvincingly.
Suddenly it was quiet in the studio. Tim stood there, his chest heaving as if he were out of breath. The women in the bleachers took in his tanned broad shoulders, well-formed pecs, and the visible abs as his waist narrowed down toward a distinct tan line above--
A loud whistle rang out, breaking Tim out of his agitated spell. He noticed that the two women who had been half-cowering in front of him dropped their eyes to below his waist, and he watched their expressions transition from real worry to surprise, and then to wide-eyed grins.
Tim looked down to see his erection, standing proud and high in front of him, exposed to every woman in the studio. He saw the washcloth on the floor, a foot away from his left foot, and realized that in his anger, he'd dropped the cloth when he grabbed for the towel.
Which he now held in his right hand, beside his right hip, leaving his entire nude body exposed from head to toe.
The women in the audience exploded in cheers and laughter, as Tim quickly fumbled to cover himself with the towel.
With the anger gone and panic on his handsome face, the women smelled blood in the water, and two of the closest ones made a grab for the towel. They missed, but the two women who had stolen it also stepped forward and grabbed the front of the towel, trying to get it back.
Tim stepped back to give it a hard pull, but instantly realized that this left the towel straight out in front of him, with his erection bouncing around in plain sight. He quickly jumped forward again, creating slack in the towel and causing the women to lose their balance and fall back against two other audience members.
But just as Tim regained control of the towel in front of him, a college girl from his left side stepped forward and swung her left arm, connecting with a solid spank on Tim's pale left ass cheek. The sound of hard, flesh-on-flesh contact competed with an instant increase in female laughter all around him, and Tim whipped around to face his spanker.
The young woman had already swung her arm backwards again, and was about to spank him again when Tim caught her wrist in his left hand, while holding the towel in front of him with his right. He instinctively yanked her toward him, pinning his towel between her body and his. She was wearing light gray yoga pants, and Tim spanked her trim little ass twice, very hard and fast.
She yelped in pain and both of her hands went back to her stinging buns. Tim got control of his towel again and stepped away from her, half-smiling as she did a little twirl and rubbed her butt.
But a kind of a grumbling sound came from the audience, indicating that they didn't appreciate Tim spanking their fellow female audience member. He saw that many of the women in the bleachers had stood up and were beginning to crowd toward him. When another woman jumped forward from his right, Tim turned to meet the new threat.
This one was an attractive mid-30s brunette with an athletic look about her, and a horny smile on her face as she lunged out with her right hand. Tim couldn't tell if she was going for his towel, or possibly trying to grab his dick, but he didn't wait to find out. He put his left hand on the top of her slightly lowered head, stopping her advance, and then gave a push that sent her staggering backwards.
At that moment, Tim realized that he was in deep trouble. He was a fit, well-built male, bigger and stronger than any of the females around him, and desperate to keep his towel and protect his modesty as best he could.
But his only chance to prevail would be to actually fight with the closest women who were coming after him. If he were to punch and kick and fight as if his life depended on it, he could probably bloody a few of them and shock the rest, at least for long enough for him to make a run for it.
But Tim had been raised right, and he could never punch or kick a woman who wasn't an actual threat to him, which meant that this was going to turn into a glorified wrestling match in a moment. And a wrestling match between the nearest 50 aroused women and one nearly naked man with (effectively) one hand tied behind his back was not going to end well for him.
For a couple of seconds after he had pushed his latest would-be groper backwards, Tim stood there looking wildly around him, his muscular chest heaving with his heavy breathing. He looked at the faces of some of the closest women -- seeing their dilated pupils, flushed faces and lusty smirks -- and he quickly turned away from the bleachers and took a half-step toward the back of the studio, and his escape.
But the women in the crowd had recognized Tim's situation at the same moment he had, and four of the females closest to him -- two coeds, and two older, MILF-type hotties -- lunged for him. Two rammed into each other and fell, but one of the others caught hold of his left arm, and the other slid past her to grab his right calf.
Tim kicked the second one off of his leg, but before he could shake off the girl on his arm, he felt a sharp spank on his bare bottom, which made him spin toward his assaulter, and right into the girl who was holding his arm. Her face slammed into his left pec, and she instinctively released his arm and hugged herself to his chest.