The showers were a surprising piece in infrastructure for a beach that was otherwise so isolated and secret. Near the stairs was a square marked out by seven-foot bamboo walls, with no roof and a single gap to enter through. Of course, this was a clothing optional beach, so the designers had seen no need to divide the facilities by gender, or add any partitions at all. The walls were lined with benches and hooks for our things, leaving the middle space wide open. There were six tall poles that held up four showerheads each, going off in different directions. There was no privacy in this place in general, but particularly not from the person using the showerhead opposite your own, not with only the narrow post separating the two of you. We did have it to ourselves, however.
Katie and Sarah got under the same showerhead and squealed as the cold water fell over them. The stream was narrow, so they had to be all over each other to stay under it. After a full day of this, even after Katie helped me out in the surf, I was close to breaking point, so I tried not think about their naked bodies, all wet and slippery and sliding over each other as they jostled for the best part of the spray.
Despite my better judgement, I took the head next to them (after putting down our bags, which I'd been saddled with, on a bench). I went with next to instead of opposite, just to give me a chance of making it through this final trial.
Dani took the shower opposite me and Emma the one next to her, filling up one pole and forcing Lily and the two boys to take the next set along. Dani had, obviously, ditched the sunhat that had been her only garment besides that little side-tie thong bikini bottom. The cold water drove me into shivers despite the lingering heat of the day. I made eye contact with Dani and she smiled sympathetically at my shaking. It was an unexpected moment to have, considering my hands were on my balls (purely to help wash sand out of the wrinkles) and hers were running up and down her tits. Then she did something I wasn't expecting.
Her hands went to her waist and pulled open both the knots of her bikini at once. She grabbed the front of it and simply pulled it out from between her legs, quick easy and casual. There was a fiery, heart-shaped patch of pubic hair (matching the drapes exactly) on the prominent mound above her tight little pussy, which I got to have a good look at as she rinsed her bikini in the spray.
I shouldn't have been so shocked, considering everything else I'd seen today, but part of me had figured that Dani had left the bottoms on purely because that was her line. That was all she was comfortable showing. If she wouldn't get it out on a freaking nude beach, it wasn't for me to see. But I guess the tale I'd spun to Sarah on that first afternoon about context had more truth in it than I'd thought. Dani was adapting to where she was. A beach like this one could accept everything from a bikini to going nude. She'd chosen the point that felt right to her in that range. But this wasn't the beach anymore, it was the shower. And most people showered nude. What was the point if you weren't going to properly clean out all the cracks and crevasses?
My breath caught. I realised I'd been staring too long. After all day assuming the curiosity her little bikini inspired about her cunt would never be stated, Dani so coolly and casually getting naked in front of me was too much. I glanced sideways. Sarah had asked Katie to wash her back and Katie was going above and beyond the call of duty. No good. Other way. Emma at least hadn't been game to strip all the way down in front of me...
She'd rolled her bathers down to just above her knees to freely wash out the inside. The need to get the garment in the water without her torso blocking it meant she was leaning back with her whole lower half thrust toward the post. That gave me and everyone else at our shower a great angle to her sharp hip bones, the scant tuft of bush she hadn't shaved away, and a surprisingly large, prominent set of labia topped with an attention-grabbing clit piercing. I couldn't believe the amount of naked skin around me, and the variety of tits and pussy I was being blessed with, shown to me so casually like they didn't know or didn't care that I was a horny bastard of a man who was trying to memorise all the detail he could to jerk off to later.
It pushed me over the line. I'd tried so hard to keep my libido at a publicly appropriate level today, but this was too much. That is to say, I popped one of the most massive, throbbing boners of my life.
I couldn't cover it with my hands. It would have been obvious what was happening even if it did work. I couldn't roll over and sun my back or hide in the surf either. Basically, there was no hiding it. All our new friends were going to see me completely erect and know it was because I looked at them. Katie and Sarah noticed my predicament, and looked at me hungrily. But they were cool. They knew and loved my boners. It was Dani, now staring at my crotch with her bottoms dangling in one hand, that I was worried about. With some apparent effort, she raised her eyes to meet mine and smiled.
"Relax, dude. I know it's your first time here. Only surprising thing is that it didn't happen sooner."
