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Originally Posted by Jess561
I was on a walk near the beach and these three girls were just coming towards the outdoor shower. This is one of those open ones where you can rinse off or wash your legs to get the sand off while still wearing your suit. ........................
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Jess561's story brought this to mind.
I wrote about this a year or so ago under a different thread. I'll shorten it up to fit just the beach shower topic.
My wife and I headed toward the shore on a summer weekday. It was a cloudy day with possible showers so we didn't prepare to go on the beach. As we get near the shore it turned out to be a beautiful day. We stopped at a convenience store and bought a large beach towel, sunblock, a tiny cooler and some cold drinks. We chose one of the lesser used beaches at the far end of the state park and walked through the brand new beach pavilion area. This consisted of a circular group of buildings including men’s and women’s bathrooms/changing rooms, and a group of outdoor showers in the center. The showers were on four big posts, each post with four shower heads, one in each direction.
We walked out on the nice beach, and did the best we could to enjoy the sun by staying away from others as much as we could. My wife doffed her shorts and sunned in skimpy panties and the bikini top that she had worn as a top, of course unhooking it when sunning her back. I kicked off my shorts and shirt, just wearing just a pair of ultra-light bikini style briefs. That went pretty much without any fanfare and we didn't draw any unwanted attention.
After a few hours in the sun we thought we’d leave the beach and visit a restaurant. We pulled on our shorts, gathered our stuff and headed out. As we walked through the pavilion area, I noticed that there was nobody there except a group of two middle-aged women and a handful of younger women, likely all mothers, sisters and cousins either showering or waiting on the others. The thought getting the sand, sweat and sunblock off me seemed like a good idea. But wearing wet clothes did not appeal to me. As we passed near the entrance to the men's changing area, I told the wife to stop.
She had no idea what I was planning, but I handed her my shirt, then pulled off my shorts and handed them to her as well. I quickly jumped under the nearest shower and gave myself a quick scrub-down and head-to-toe rinse, and getting the sand out of my crotch. Knowing these now-wet briefs are practically transparent, I quickly walked to the wife, grabbed my shorts and stepped into the men’s area and changed into my shorts. When I came out wringing out my wet briefs, the wife said that was a great idea, now hold my stuff. With that she handed me the towel, and pulled off her shorts AND her top!
Since there were only women in the area, the fact that the wife showered topless wasn’t all that shocking, but still an arrestable offense. But I suspect my wife’s actions caught more attention than me showering because all eyes were on her! And like me, the wife showered in record time while I walked toward the entrance to the women’s area. I had to chuckle as she opened her eyes after rinsing her hair to find I was gone! Within a split second her face went from horror to a wide grin as she saw me close to her destination, the women’s changing area. As she briskly walked by me I held out her shorts and top as she disappeared into the changing area. We could now enjoy our seafood meal totally refreshed!
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