Ok, this story is partly true (only partly!) and like so many, written at the inspiration of and for the pleasure of, my gf, who shall remain nameless.
The whole thing begins years ago at Bethany Beach, Delaware, where a few guys and I were renting a beach house for the summer. With nothing but determination, the 5 of us decided we'd go there and get lifeguard jobs for the summer. It was to be a year to remember, for sure, with lots of barbecues, basketball games at night, played in swarms of mosquitos, bodysurfing at midnight, and other random adventures.
This was before all that though. We had just met some of the other prospective guards, and we had our tests to come in the coming days. Nobody knew who would pass, and who would be rejected, friends already, there was an undercurrent of tension when we went over to Pete's house for a barbecue, and met Heather. Wow was she hot! Heather showed up out of nowhere wearing nothing but a fluffy white towel. This was at, like, 3:00 in the afternoon, the sun high and everyone sweating in the living room, listening to Jimi Hendrix and mixing up cold drinks with cheap rum and soda.
Clearly Heather was fresh from the shower, likely something she did to cool off. Even though wearing a bathing suit and t-shirt, I envied how cool she must be with the air blowing up her crotch on all that damp skin.
And what skin! Heather had really big tits, blonde hair and down below, well I couldn't tell, really, even though she was sitting on the couch, hard as I tried, because, while the towel was short enough, she kept her legs together. Still is was hugely exciting. I remember thinking, "what a tramp" and "how hot" basically at the same time, over and over.
One thing led to another and we ended up out in the back yard baking in the sun, talking with Pete about his place, which was a lot nicer than ours. He turned out not to be Heather's boyfriend, she was "just a roommate" but Pete let us take the definite impression they were friends with benefits. He also pointed out their outside shower, something we didn't have, which was a great cool-off device and a way to get clean after the beach without tracking sand into the house. The four of us, 19-20 yrs old or so, were not real fans of housework and we envied anything that would have made our pigsty, well, less of a pigsty! Pete seemed to have the hot setup of all.
"Check this out," he said, "the shower has these louvers so it can dry out in there, but you can't see in... or Can You?" With that, he stepped inside the shower and we saw right away he was full of shit. There were louvers all right, the thing was a big double shower made of 4x4 posts sunk in a concrete floor, and sheet metal walls painted brown. The sheet metal had lots of horizontal slits cut in it and the metal bent at an angle so you couldn't see through, but air could get through. Only the one panel facing the back yard had been installed with the little bends canted inward. I remember thinking that was to keep the water from spraying out, and maybe it was, but it had a disadvantage. You still couldn't see straight through, but if you were looking downward, you could see in just fine. We could see Pete from his neck to his shoes.
"You can see me, right?" he said. "But, I can't see YOU, the way these things are bent, I can only see UP."
"Ok whoop-e you've got a stupid shower design." I said.
"Yeah well just don't tell Heather, 'cause I told her you can't see through and I sent her in there, and she couldn't see OUT to see me so she believed it! Now she'll just go in there and strip naked and take a shower and I can hang out here and WATCH! You guys can too: just don't tell her & she'll never figure it out."
We all had a good laugh at that, and started to plan what to do to get Heather in that shower, which was pretty dumb since she'd already done it for the day, obviously. But what the hell, we were drunk. I got this great idea (I thought) to trick one of MY Buddies into going in there and giving Heather a show. Stupid idea, 'cause then she would know the jig was up and there goes our summer fun. What can I say, we were stupid. So to make a long story short, my friend Mark comes out of the house (he hadn't heard the whole story) and I was working the whole sweaty afternoon line on him and saying how I thought Heather had the hots for him, only he was kind of stinky & ought to hop in there and rinse off.
Now, Mark was as affected by Heather as the rest of us, judging from the tent in his pants, and he was none too sober either so it actually worked. I told him he could get in and then ask for a towel, and since it wasn't our house, of course we'd ask Heather to get him one, and the rest would be up to him. Pete was all over it too, but with less of a poker face than us, he practically busted up during the setup. Luckily Mark was too dumb to notice.
Sure enough he wasn't smart enough to figure out the shower either. In no time he was in there, naked as anything and sporting a red hot poker in the shower, none of which was lost on us, though we pretended to be flipping burgers a few feet away and laughing at "jokes."
