Brendan stepped behind the tarp and stood under the unoccupied shower. He glanced at Lucy. She was definitely naked. She stood under the spray with her head bent forward and the water pounding on the back of her neck. Her arms hung by her sides. Hunched over as she was, he couldn't entirely see her breasts. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. They were amazingly white, what he could see of them. She was mostly pale all over. Just her arms and shoulders and face and chest were tanned. She had bands of redness where the tops of her rubber boots had rubbed on her calves. And similar marks on her hips from the planting bags. Her hair obscured her face so he couldn't tell if she could see him looking at her or not.
He turned away from her and scrubbed himself down. He shouldn't really be looking at her anyway. We're both just people, he told himself. There doesn't need to be anything sexual about this.
Damn, she's got beautiful legs, he thought to himself. He involuntarily snuck another quick peek and immediately regretted it. She was staring at him and untangling her hair with her fingers under the spray. He could see her breasts clearly this time. There was a mole on her left breast, at about two o'clock from the nipple.
Brendan gave a wry half-smile. "Sorry," he said.
Lucy shook her head as if to say "don't worry about it."
Brendan picked up the shampoo bottle and thrust his head under the spray. He squeezed a dollop into his hand and put the bottle down again. He washed his hair and then reached for the soap. He rubbed it under his armpits and over his arms. He didn't feel comfortable facing Lucy, and he didn't feel comfortable facing directly away from her, so he stood facing away from her at 45 degree angle. He washed his legs and his feet. He felt awkward about washing his butt in front of her but it had to be done. He turned so he was fully side on to her which meant that she could see his penis. But rather that than see him with his hand jammed between his ass cheeks.
Besides, it wasn't like he was getting an erection. He felt obscurely proud of that small victory. But then immediately regretted the thought. As soon as he lathered up his scrotum he could feel the pressure start to build up. No need to panic yet. He just had to turn away slightly and think about something unpleasant.
What am I doing in this shower with Lucy Lison, anyway? he thought to himself. Oh right, the quad got stuck. Ended up battling for an hour to get it out. God damn rain. Ah that's better. Think about the weather. That'll make you wilt. The rain sure is loud on that roof of the tent. Nights like this are great for sex. With everyone's tent so close together it's about the only time you get any real privacy. Ah shit! That's the wrong thing to think about.
Brendan turned a bit more away from Lucy and stuck his head under the water again. He rubbed his face furiously and thought of the quad. He glanced down at himself. He wasn't exactly wilting but he wasn't growing either.
Joe came into the dryshack. "Brendan, you in there?"
Brendan didn't say anything, he just glanced over his shoulder at Lucy.
"Anybody in the shower?"
Lucy called out, "I'll be out in a minute."
"Oh, it's you," said Joe. "Just looking for Brendan. See you at dinner."
"See you."
Brendan stood frozen for a couple of minutes. Well at least that made me wilt, he thought.
He quickly rinsed himself off and gathered up his soap and shampoo and went back to the changing area. Lucy followed him.
"Lucy," he said, "would you mind waiting until I've changed. There's just not that much room here."
"No problem," she said. She stepped back around the tarp. Brendan could hear as she stepped back under the shower. He put on his camp jeans and a sweatshirt and a pair of recycled socks and stepped into his spare boots. He pulled on his rain jacket and picked up all his muddy clothes and ran back to his tent. He dumped everything under the tarp and ran all the way back to the cook shack.
Joe was doing tallies at the office table.
"Sorry," said Brendan. "I got a bit stuck today. Totally covered in mud. And thought I'd have a shower."
"Yeah, no worries," said Joe, "I thought you must have been in there. Must have just missed you."
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