Michael walked out to the pool and gazed down into the water with a smile. He moved over to sit on a nearby lounger and removed his socks and shoes, stuffing the socks inside his shoes and sliding them under the edge of the lounger. He stood up again and peeled off his white sleeveless shirt, slightly damp with sweat. He dropped it on the ground near the lounger, pushing it under the edge with his foot. He was still wearing his black running pants with white pinstripes down the sides of the legs and underneath a pair of [img=http://www.iseeyourunderwear.com/images/3162_front_wh.jpg]http://white C-IN2 bamboo mesh army trunk with black waist band and trim.[/img]<br/><br/>He nervously began to push down those running pants, glancing about to see if anyone else was stripping down or changing right here. He didn't have a room to change in and hadn't thought to ask if he should change somewhere, and since he had been made aware of the relaxed dress... or undress policy... and been invited, he didn't feel as bad about it, though he still felt a bit unsure about it just from his upbringing. Glancing to Chrisitina again as he suddenly had second thoughts about what he was doing, he gave an almost apologetic smile before asking "Are you sure this is okay? I mean... me getting undressed right here like this?" Had there been others undressing as well or wandering around as Christina had said people here were often inclined to do, he would have felt more at ease with it.<br/><br/>Just then he saw Stacy come back out to them with a pair of swim trunks in hand. He suddenly forgot about the trunks, unable to keep his deep blue eyes from taking in the vision of loveliness before him as she came over to him. He straightened some, forgetting his grip on his pants which feel around his feet, leaving him standing there in his underwear.