"What ho!"
Cornan, the tall, lean mean fighting machine turned his head to view the commotion which he heard behind him. His leonine mane of blonde hair swept across his broad shoulders and fell in delightful disarray over his face, hiding one eye in a cascade of flaxen curls. He said "what ho" whenever he didn't understand something, which meant he said it a lot.
He pondered the scene before him. A group of nubile young women were approaching from the valley road opposite him, chattering gaily. They were all dressed in simple shifts of pure white soft cloth. As they neared him he could see that their shifts were split down the sides from their armpits to the bottom of the cloth, and as they walked the slits opened and closed to reveal glimpses of milky skin and leg.
As he viewed this delightful scene he could feel his cock stirring beneath his leather chiton, aroused by the sight of their bare skin. His mighty thews rippled and twitched, and he could feel his manhood rising proudly to the challenge.
Suddenly the young maidens spotted him and stopped their gay chattering but kept approaching, a little more cautiously now. As they came nearer they could see the bulge in his chiton, an impressive sight indeed since it was made of heavy leather and must have taken a great deal of force to lift out like that.
They stopped as they neared him, and he could see that their nipples were hardening most delightfully under their shifts. Cornan and the maidens stood in silence appraising each other for some time. He noted their hardened nipples, now the size of a baby's middle finger, perched atop breasts each easily the size of both of his brawny hands. The maidens saw a muscular warrior, tall and burly, with an enormous bulge in his brief chiton growing larger by the minute.
One of the maidens, bolder than the rest, stepped closer to him.
"I can see by your outfit that you are a stranger in these parts. Can we be of any assistance?"
While speaking her hands fiddled with her white shift, lifting and lowering the hem like a nervous schoolgirl and revealing some delightful sights to him.
Cornan, ever the man of deeds and not words, took some steps towards her and posed manfully, with one hand on the pommel of his sword and the other readjusting his garb for more comfort.
"Yes, I am a stranger here, and would be glad of your guidance in finding food and drink and a place to sleep for the night."
As he said this he moved his head from side to side waving his hair in the air, and gave a final flip of is head to punctuate his words, causing his golden locks to tumble over his head.
"We would be glad to help. My name is Dreena, and these are my friends Meena and Sheena. We live in the village one league away, and were just out for a walk when we encountered you. There is no inn in the village, but I have a spare room in my house and you would be welcome to stay there. I live there with my aged mother, and it would be a pleasure to have a man in the house."
The other girls showed some dismay as she said this, realizing that Dreena had neatly appropriated the tall stranger for herself but were unable to do anything about it since she had shown the most courage in approaching him in the first place.
"My name is Cornan, and I would be glad to stay at your house."
It did not go unnoticed by Sheena and Meena that as Cornan and Dreena spoke she had been licking her lips in a lascivious way, which disgruntled them even more.
So Cornan and the three girls headed off in the direction of the village. Along the way they found out more about each other, which wasn't much, to be honest. Cornan was a traveling salesman for a swordsmith in a far city, which disappointed the girls no end, as they had assumed he was a great warrior come to their village to ravish and pillage. As for the girls, they were the daughters of local farmers who were just idling away their days hoping that someone would come to take them away from this boring place.
As the group meandered its way to the village they came to the side of a brook which passed through a depression to form a small pond. Sheena and Meena, who had all this while been glancing at the bulge in Cornan's garb, decided to take the bull by the horns, so to speak.
"We always stop for a swim at this pond. Do you mind if we stop for awhile for a refreshing dip?" said Meena. Or maybe it was Sheena. It really didn't matter as they were so much alike.
Hearing no complaint, though noting the icy look as Dreena glared at them, they proceeded to remove their brief garments. This took no time at all, as it was merely a matter of pulling up their shifts and dropping them on the ground, with no undergarments to delay the process. They slowly strolled to the pond, with no small amount of wiggling and giggling and immersed their feet at the edge of the water.
Sighing with the realization that she had been outmaneuvered Dreena quickly followed suit, and all three girls posed prettily at the edge of the water, turning this way and that in order to show off all the parts of their bodies that might be of interest to the handsome stranger. He was only a salesman, to be sure, but novelty was rare in this area, and none of them were prepared to ignore those thews, those muscles, that bulge below his waist.
Cornan, watching from the shore, appreciated the show the girls put on, and the longer he watched the more his prick strained against his outfit. He could feel it growing longer than he had ever felt before. Realizing that nothing much was going to happen unless he joined the fray he started to take off his clothes as well. The procedure was a little more complicated than that of the girls', since he had to remove three times as many clothes. First came his chain mail coverlet, next his shirt and finally his chiton, a short leather skirt-like garment. He drew out the process by moving slowly, and as each item was removed he showed off his body to best advantage.