Swimming in a Hotel

I was in a hotel, and with some friends whom I didn't recognize. We got into our bathing suits to go swim in the pool. Our bathing suits were wierd because my penis somehow tied right into it.

On the way to the pool, a maid stoped us and asked if we were guests of the pool. We said that we were, but we couldn't remember our room number. '294', I said. 'No.. 293', said the girl that I was with.

We didn't know, we couldn't remember. It was stressful. That's all that I remember.