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My normal life kept me busy for the three months since I got my qualification letter, and before I knew it, I was landing in Mexico. I hopped a shuttle to the resort, which wasn’t more than 30 minutes from the airport, and fumbled my bags up to the exceptionally attractive concierge, who, based on complexion, appeared to be a native. As I opened my mouth to speak, I suddenly found myself very confused and nervous. How, exactly, was I supposed to explain to this attractive, professional young woman why I was here, and find out what to do next?
“Hello,” I stammered. “Uh, I’m not sure where I’m supposed to go, but… I… I’m…”
“Are you here for the competition?” she asked with a calming smile on her face and perfect, unaccented English. There wasn’t so much as a hint of judgment, just cheery professionalism. Perhaps she hadn’t been clued in on what the event was about?
“Well, I think so,” I replied. “Is there… is there only one being held this weekend?”
“Yes,” she calmly confirmed without a hint of recognition.
“The, uh… the horn—” I started to verify.
“The Horniest Man in the World competition?” she replied with the same, non-judgmental glow.
I laughed and sighed in relief.
“I’m sorry,” I responded. “I’m normally not this nervous, but it hadn’t crossed my mind I’d have to say that out loud to a perfect stranger. Especially one as pretty as you.”
She didn’t exactly blush, but the smile on her face warmed slightly past the professional demeanor veneer.
“That’s sweet,” she said, “but not to worry, I’m fully aware of the competition and you’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about. I think the whole thing’s fantastic.”
“Well, that’s good,” I said. “I didn’t want to assume you were a prude or anything, but even people who aren’t still have their boundaries. I don’t like making women uncomfortable by talking about stuff they weren’t in the mood for.”
“Relax, you can’t ever approach the worst of what I hear,” she responded with a calming laugh. “I get a lot of comments, some of which are pretty crude. I try to put myselves in the shoes of the guy dishing them out, and if it feels like he didn’t realize how badly it came across, I try to just take it as the compliment he was aiming for. But I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t dished out a few knees to the groin.”
My legs moved slightly, almost by reflex, as I said, “well, I’ll do my best never to make you uncomfortable.”
She laughed and said, “something tells me you’d never cross a line without a written invitation. I think your balls should feel perfectly comfortable with me.”
I watched her face for a moment to see if she was aware of just how I might take what she had said, but all I got was the same warm, more personal smile she’d relaxed into and her piercing eyes centered on mine. Finally I broke the silence.
“So what happens now?”
“Oh, of course,” she said as she broke my stare and looked back at her computer. “The event is avoiding using contestants’ names, for their own comfort and privacy, so believe it or not I’m supposed to just take your word for it that you’re supposed to be here and assign you a room.”
“Couldn’t anyone just walk in off the street?”
“Well, I guess they could,” she replied, “but it’s not as though the details were well-advertised. If you weren’t invited, you probably won’t know. And from what I hear, anyone who didn’t qualify would probably be eliminated from the competition pretty quickly, anyway, and if not and they happen to win, well… good for them, right?”
I nodded. Made sense. She typed away on her computer a bit, grabbed a key card from under the desk, swiping it through the machine, and handed it over to me. The feel of her hand against mine made me shudder slightly. Hopefully subtly enough that she didn’t notice. I’m sure I had touched other women despite my six-month sexual dry spell, but this one just seemed so pleasant, so personable, that the touch meant a little more. Either way, her smile once again didn’t falter, and neither did her gaze, so hopefully I was in the clear.
“You’re in room 217. Take the elevator on your right, and make a left when you get off. It’ll be on the left side. You’ll find a welcome packet in your room with instructions for tomorrow.”
“Thank you so much,” I said as I picked up my bags. “You’ve really put me at ease.”
“It’s my pleasure, I assure you. If you need anything from me, please don’t hesitate to ask.”
I smiled, wishing to myself I could take that offer as far as I wanted, and began to walk away.
“And good luck tomorrow!” she called out. “I’ll be rooting for you all the way!”
I faltered slightly in my step. Was she planning on attending? Was there going to be an audience? Was this sweet young lady I’d shared an awkward conversation with going to be watching me jerking it tomorrow and cheering for me? What a weird first way for a woman I was attracted to to see me sexually. I found my cheeks beginning to redden, even as I also felt my cock begin to harden. I walked faster and boarded the elevator to my room.