Exciting Reality Show Story

I slowly sank into the water and let my body float in the water, which was pleasantly warm. I had been looking forward to this moment all day.

Of course, I didn’t need any relaxing massages after the long day of doing nothing, which this water area was abundantly equipped with, but I had already gotten used to a regular evening hour spent relaxing in the pool. In a pool that was part of a high-end hotel that I was a guest of as part of some crazy reality show that was filmed here that made no sense to me.

I turned to the sign and kept my eyes on the ceiling for a hidden camera somewhere. Somewhere in the corner I spotted something that could easily contain a hidden camera, but it could also just be an ordinary fire alarm.

It really didn’t make sense to me here.

When I arrived, I was expecting a TV crew hanging around everywhere and other inconveniences that every filming must undoubtedly accompany, but nothing like that happened here.

All the peace and quiet seemed almost unreal to me and I don’t understand at all how anyone could watch such a reality show.

During the first days, I kept expecting that something would happen, some kind of disaster would happen, which we would have to deal with somehow, and that the hotel guests would try to get angry in various ways to create various conflict situations, but it was the exact opposite.
Even now I’m almost alone here in the pool.

No conflict situation can arise here. Except that a shark would suddenly come here and I would have to try to save my life by running out of the water, but even that is not possible here, because there is no door to let him in here, and even if they did, the water in the pool is so artificial modified so that he would probably snort before he even got his bearings.

This is probably the only thing that spoils my stay here in this relaxing paradise.

Everything in this hotel is saturated with an artificial, unnatural smell and taste.

Yes, and taste.

I remember my first shock at dinner the first day we arrived here. Beautifully arranged buffet tables with a huge selection of different delicacies, which I did not recognize either by appearance or by name, which were everywhere written in a foreign language. Of course, I loaded the biggest delicacies on my plate and started eating them with gusto.

But the taste was something I didn’t expect at all.

I remember that it felt like I had swallowed something made of plastic or some other plastic.

I was shocked.

But when I looked around, all the other guests were eating the same things, and they looked like they were eating completely normal food.

The truth is, the next bite didn’t seem so terrible.

That’s when I thought that maybe the first piece was just a little smelly with that strange odor and that’s why it felt so weird.
I also thought that this was my first conflict situation that the TV crew had set up for me and the people at the screens would be amused that I would make a fool of myself by telling everyone that the food was artificial, when others liked it, or, on the contrary, they will amuse me by eating some unsavory food, which they know how it has been prepared, and I pretend to eat some delicacy, so as not to lose face.

That’s when I decided on the second option.

When I arrived, I was in no mood to cause any scenes and start my stay with some conflicts.

I might behave differently today, although probably not, because I know again how pleasant a stay here can be.

But back then, I pretty much had no choice.

Participating in this reality show was my escape from the problems that had piled up. Both financial and emotional.

When I found their ad on the Internet, I couldn’t believe my eyes. As an advance for filming, they offered an amount that was enough to pay off all my debts and they also promised a long-term career after the filming was over.

Their requirements were exactly what I could offer – single with no strings attached, with the option to leave immediately for filming.

Of course, they also did some psychological profiling for the audition, which probably suited them too, because judging by the kind of people they meet here, most of them are similar in nature to me – closed introverts who are quite good looking, but because of their stupid nature to stay away societies are still free and also quite unsociable.

Probably one of the reasons why I am almost alone in such a large pool.

Although maybe not, because it happened to me that I wanted to go here at a different time than the time I used to go, but the staff tactfully directed me to another local attraction.
I guess we introverts don’t feel like putting us together somehow.

Apart from food and rather strange lectures, I don’t actually meet others at all.

With this thought, I looked around to see if the same people as yesterday were still there.

Probably yes.

There are only four of us here again.

In the beginning, there was another man and a woman, but then they were replaced by two newcomers who arrived about halfway through my stay here.

I slowly swam to the massage jet and let the water massage my back.

A very pleasant feeling.

A meter away is another nozzle that can massage the calves beautifully.

On the opposite side of the pool, I noticed that another massage attraction is also open today.

I’ve actually only seen it released once.

It was then occupied by the very two people I last saw here. Both of them were sitting as far apart as possible at the time, but they looked as if they felt an incredible sense of well-being. Maybe sexual well-being.

I think it’s a classic massage bench that you sit on and the bubbling air and bubbles massage the appropriate parts.

Certainly very pleasant for women.

But maybe for men too.

I have to try it on before I get out of the pool.

With this in mind, I went to the adjacent pool, which has a much higher temperature, and the various jets are placed around, so that after completing the circuit, which is recommended to last no more than twenty minutes, one massages the whole body.

But someone was already in the pool.

I hesitated for a while if I should go there too, but finally I got over myself and got up the courage.

“Hi,” I greeted in English.

Although she is the girl who came with me and has been here since the beginning of my stay, I know nothing about her at all.
It’s just that she goes to the pool here at the same time as me, sits alone at the table on the other side of the dining room, and is terribly beautiful.

To tell the truth, I only realized that she is so beautiful in the last few days.

I even think about her.

So it’s a very strange dream.

I think I have it in my closet at home.

I open the closet and she is standing there naked with her mouth open sensually, looking at me lustfully. I don’t remember much else from that dream.

It’s just that she’s a little different in the dream.

But I can’t say how different.

It makes no sense to me at all.

When I get home, I’ll try to see some psychoanalyst to explain it to me. Maybe it has to do with those weird lectures that take place in their free time. In the beginning, we were taught how to deal with different situations, but recently it has become more oriented towards sex education.

So not for education, but rather lectures similar to something like the Kamasutra.

From what I understood from the lecturer’s English, he said that we should not be surprised by unknown positions in life.

A bit of a funny thing.

Teaching introverts extravagant sexual positions when most haven’t developed even basic sexual experiences.

Of course, I mean with the other partner, because masturbation is probably the most used source of pleasure for every introvert.

Maybe it has something to do with my weird dreams too.

Of course, I was afraid to masturbate from the beginning of my stay, because those cameras can be everywhere. You can imagine how something like that must affect my psyche.

And with such lectures.

And by such beautiful women as this one.

Maybe this reality show is about provoking some kind of spontaneous sexual response in us and then showing it on adult channels.

But probably not, because it would be easier to hire professionals to do it.

Although, looking at the curves of the girl opposite in the pool, I conclude that they are really professional.

I don’t know if she can read my mind, but suddenly the girl got up, nodded goodbye and walked up the steps out of the pool.

I watched behind her as she undulated beautifully and dived back into the main pool and swam out of my sight.

Too bad, I’d like to say something to her. But I don’t even know what country he comes from, what language he speaks. Although almost no one talks to anyone here, I understood from the occasional fragments of overheard sentences of others with the staff that the others also have a foreign accent and even some of them hardly speak English.

I slowly finished the massage wheel and got out of the pool.
My body tingled pleasantly.

The feeling seemed especially strong today.

You probably know that when you go to a masseuse, you sometimes feel like after an intense workout.

Of course, it’s different than after exercise, but it is said to have a similar effect.

Probably yes, because I have to admit that my figure has improved a bit during my stay here.

The excess fat pads that had built up over time from doing nothing at home while I was unemployed, and which had slowly started to form on my body into unsightly folds, disappeared and were replaced only by the sight of defined muscles that I never really had before.

After this is over, I will have to continue taking care of my body because looking like this was very nice.

Of course, if the other sex would also appreciate it.

I looked around to see where the beautiful girl was.

She was sitting in the middle of that massage bubble bench.

I climbed into the main pool again.

The water felt cold now, as I was warmed up from the warm water of the small pool, so I swam at a fast pace to the opposite water spout, stood so that I could see it as best as possible and let the strong stream of water hit my back.

She noticed me looking at her and smiled.

A strong wave of panic went through me and I didn’t know what to do.

I smiled, but instead of running towards her, I turned around and let the stream of water hit my chest, wondering how to address her.

Damn my stage fright.

After a while I calmed down and turned around again.

She was no longer sitting in the middle of the bench, but moved to the edge, where there was a much stronger stream of bubbles that massaged her beautiful body, which was almost invisible underwater, so I could only imagine it.

When she saw me looking at her, she seemed startled and turned her head a little to the side.

I was maybe glad she wasn’t looking at me anymore because I still couldn’t find the right words to address her so I slowly swam to where she was sitting before and prepared a speech to catch her attention.

I was about two meters away from her when I dared to look at her again.

Her face was turned away from me and she looked like she was uncomfortable with me being so close.

I was a bit taken aback.

She smiled before and now she pretends I’m bothering her.

But I was much more interested in what the air did to her swimsuit. Her bathing suit seemed to inflate with the air that flowed around her.

It was quite clearly visible this close.

Her latex one-piece swimsuit formed something of a balloon underwater.
Latex?

She didn’t have a latex swimsuit after all.

I remember well that when she was in the little pool she was wearing a classic light blue lycra swimsuit.

These were also light blue, but clear from the straps and parts that were above the latex water.

She had to change before I got out of the pool.

But I don’t understand how she did it.

I was about to ask her that when the other girl started hanging around.

I suddenly realized the absurdity of my question and the situation and how the person in question would probably react and preferred to sit in the middle of the massage table.

The stream of bubbles was really very pleasant.

I’m not even surprised by the people there that they sat there all the time and enjoyed the feeling.

I suddenly longed for a much stronger intensity of the feeling.

I slowly moved to the other free corner where the air current was the most intense.

It was amazing.

It’s just a pity that the other girl was still hanging around near us.

She probably wanted to try it here too, but her introverted nature didn’t allow her to get close enough to sit between us.

I felt the stream of air and water feel my body and even force my penis.

I suddenly realized that it turned me on.

I could feel the blood rushing to my cock and trying to straighten it.

Fortunately, my swimsuit has to keep him in the normal position. Here would be the chore of getting rid of the erection and being able to get out of the pool without drawing attention to myself.

But my excitement grew stronger, the intensity of the feeling of massaging my penis also increased, and I also felt that my swimsuit did not prevent the penis from erecting itself.

In addition, the girl who was waiting for a free place started to dive, so I couldn’t pick myself up and go to melt it, because she would have seen my erection under water.

And maybe not only her.

I realized again that I’m acting in some reality show and there must be damn cameras somewhere.

The situation was getting absurd.

The proven way I used to get rid of my morning erection was to stick it between my thighs and lose my erection due to the resulting pain.

I subtly dipped my hand into the water and wanted to do it so that others wouldn’t see what I was doing.

But what I felt surprised me even more.
My swimsuit was also inflated by the air current.

I don’t know if it was the realization or the massage had already reached its peak, but at that moment a wave of pleasure passed through my body and I felt a strong orgasm.

The feeling of pleasure followed by the guilt of what the sperm will look like on my swimsuit when I get out of the water is indescribable.

I quickly pulled my hand out of the water so it wouldn’t look like I was chasing him there.

I comforted myself with the thought that after orgasm my erection would be lost and maybe the sperm wouldn’t be able to see through the fabric.

I just quickly run to the showers, change and disappear to the room.

But I felt that the erection was not going away.

The flow of air and water continued to massage my penis and my entire body, and I felt the same pleasure as when I first sat here.

It was amazing and absurd at the same time.

The girl, who probably wanted to try this massage bench as well, had already given up because she slowly drifted towards the stairs.

There was only the woman of my dreams and maybe hidden TV cameras.

Isn’t it about the cameras?

Maybe this is what I get paid for.

But how will the woman take it – to see my erection and stained swimsuit. Probably not much for getting to know each other.

These thoughts raced through my head as I felt my body respond to the intense massaging of my sex with a second climax and my cock once again squirted a heavy dose of sperm into the inflated swimsuit.

Now or never.

I wanted to get up and float away from the intense massage, but my body wouldn’t.

My subconscious wanted to enjoy it even more.

At that I heard a loud groan.

I looked at the woman sitting on the other side of the bench and saw that she had completely lost her inhibitions.

Her mouth was parted sensually and she was sighing loudly, her hands under the water and as if she was trying to make the massage even more pleasant by moving her whole body.

I looked around, but it was really just the two of us.

And probably TV cameras.

Her sighing grew even louder.

I suddenly realized that she was taking off the top half of her swimsuit.

Her beautiful breasts appeared above the surface.

At that moment, another wave of pleasure washed over me, and my throbbing cock began to squirt again.

This time I couldn’t help myself from speaking out loud, and so another, this time male, sigh was heard in the silence of the swimming hall.

As if this brought the woman out of her trance a bit, she looked at me with wide eyes, her hands went down to her lap and it looked like she was trying to take off her bathing suit.

I didn’t quite understand what I was seeing.

It probably couldn’t be taken off her, because then she braced herself against the edges of the pool with her hands and tried to stand up.
Maybe she was too exhausted from her orgasms because she just squirmed there a little helplessly and didn’t move an inch.

Then she turned to me again and I heard:

“Help me!”

It was a barely audible voice that was drowned out by her other moans of pleasure that this massage table was causing.

Even the biggest introvert and the most withdrawn person from society cannot refuse a request for help from a beautiful woman who also likes him.

I grabbed my legs and wanted to stand up.

Nothing.

My feet pushed against the bottom of the pool, but my bottom felt like it was glued to the bench.

A feeling of panic shot through me.

I leaned my hands on the bench and took it.

I couldn’t stand up.

I reached for the puffy swimsuit.

They seemed as hard as an inflatable latex balloon submerged deep in water.

There was no way to squeeze the air out of them.

I tried to reach under myself, but found that the swimsuit was firmly attached to the bench.

Another wave of panic and another wave of pleasure from the constant massaging went through me.

I tried to dig my fingers into my bathing suit and get out of it, but somehow my fingers wouldn’t listen to me.

I pulled my hands out of the water and looked at them in amazement.

They were somehow different.

At first I didn’t understand what was different about them.

But then I saw it.

My nails.

In fact, all the details I was used to in my hands were gone. All those fine wrinkles, lines and lines were not there.
My hands looked artificial.

And my nails were only painted with a thin line of contouring.

I stared at it blankly.

Then I realized I couldn’t hear the woman sighing anymore.

I turned around and a wave of terror went through me.

Actually, horror and pleasure at the same time, because now my body was doing what it wanted.

Suddenly the woman wasn’t sitting there in the water.

She was actually sitting, but she was different.

Her skin shone like it was made of latex, her eyebrows were just a painted line, her hair looked very perfect but artificial, her mouth was sensually parted and she made no sound, nothing moved except the bubbles that flowed around her.

Suddenly, something seemed to loosen beneath her and she surfaced whole.

She wasn’t submerged at all.

She floated like an inflatable ball.

Her legs in a love-making position and her arms as if to embrace someone.

Then she rolled onto her side and was carried by the current to the other side.

Then I realized that this is what she looked like in my dream.

She was a sex inflatable virgin.

I wanted to see where the current was taking her, but suddenly I couldn’t move my head.

Another wave of pleasure shot through me, but this time I didn’t make a sound. I felt incredible pleasure and at the same time I felt the impossibility of any movement.

My body was no longer mine.

I could still feel the flowing bubbles gently massaging my body, but I couldn’t do anything.

Neither breathe nor move your eyes.

Then I felt as if my bathing suit was torn and my body jumped out of the water like a ball to the surface and swayed in the waves.

The current was carrying me in about the same direction as the woman before.

After a while I bumped into something and stopped in one place.

I don’t know how long it was, but I felt someone grab me and pick me up.

On that occasion I saw the virgin of that beautiful woman standing in a corner of the pool in a large paper box.

Next to that box was another box – empty.

So this is the future career they promised? That’s why all kinds of self-control and coping with different situations courses? And the food we ate must have been really weird if they could turn living tissue into latex.

Although I thought about my possibilities in the erotic industry when I was a teenager, I never thought that I would be the object.

I just hope I like it.

And to the women who will use me.

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