  



                     SHOWER SHOW

                          by

                       Joe Doe


NATALIE FINDS HERSELF SURROUNDED BY A BUNCH OF HORNY COMPUTER
GEEKS WHO JUST WANT TO SEE HER NAKED.  FORTUNATELY, SHE HAS 
EXPERIENCE IN HANDLING GUYS LIKE THAT.

To Natalie, there seemed to be three requirements to be a student 
at the computer summer camp: 
1) You had to be a senior in high school, at least 18 years old. 
2) You had to be a computer genius. 
3) You had to be a complete geek.

Natalie was none of the above.  She was working as an "adult 
supervisor" at the camp because she was 21, and the insurance 
company required a certain ratio of "adults" to "students."

In fact, she didn't have much to do; a big night for these guys 
was the Star Trek Marathon on the local TV station.

But there were other compensations.  The job paid well, she 
received college credit, and her duties were very light.  And, 
while the "computer campers" stayed in rustic log cabins by the 
lake, Natalie lived in a lovely apartment in the main building.

And, as the only attractive woman within 100 miles, she was the 
recipient of a lot of male attention.  Although the guys were 
total nerds, she had to admit that she still enjoyed the way 
that they all stumbled over themselves trying to impress her, 
stuttering and stammering whenever they spoke to her.

She took full advantage of the situation and teased the boys 
unmercifully.  She always dressed in shorts and a tight t-shirt, 
and soon managed to get the hapless Romeos to take over her few 
remaining chores.

It was definitely a win-win situation: Natalie got an army of 
loyal servants, and the virginal boys got to gawk at a real live 
college girl.

As time went on, the boys' desperation increased.  Within minutes 
of her appearance, every boy in the room would have a raging 
erection.  They tripped over themselves to get her a Coke or to 
show her some neat trick that they had just learned on their 
computers.

In the faculty work-out room on the 3rd floor, she could sometimes 
hear bits of conversation from the computer lab, though mostly she 
kept her headphones on.  (Who really wanted to listen to a bunch 
of computer nerds debate the relative merits of Captain Picard 
versus Captain Kirk?)

But the conversations were often about HER: how beautiful she 
was, how much the boys were in love with her, who had the biggest 
crush, and how they were going to muster the courage to ask her 
for a date.  She loved it!

It was during one of these sessions that she heard the nerdy 
Stanley mention that the wall of the girl's shower room down by 
the lake was made out of wood.  The gaps between the wooden 
slats provided the boys with a perfect, unobstructed view of the 
entire girls' shower area!

"There's only one problem, butt head!" another camper observed.  
"We don't have any girls!  The only girl around here is Natalie, 
and she isn't going to march down to take a shower in a crummy 
old wooden shack when she has a 3-room apartment with a Jacuzzi."

"Yeah, the only thing you can spy on is other guys, homo!" a third 
camper added.

"Stanley is a homo!  Stanley is a homo!" 

The juvenile conversation quickly changed to the more promising 
topic of the plot of the next "Star Wars" movie.  But Natalie's 
curiosity was piqued.  That night, she sneaked down to the 
rickety shower cabin to check out Stanley's story.

The girls' shower was basically a large wooden room with a cement 
floor and shower heads fastened to the ceiling from a array of 
pipes.  There were no lockers, no curtains, and no privacy 
whatsoever.  There were a couple of cheap hooks by the door for 
the girls to hang their clothes on, but the gang shower was 
primitive in the extreme.

"Maybe if they spruced this place up they'd actually get a girl 
to shower here," Natalie said to herself.

There were no obvious holes in the wall, but she decided to go 
into the adjoining boys' shower room to see the view from there.

The boys' side was much nicer, with a tiled shower room and a small 
changing area complete with REAL lockers.  The showers even had 
individual stalls with cheap plastic curtains.  "Guys get all the 
breaks," she muttered.  Clearly the woman's shower room was an 
afterthought...and an incomplete afterthought, at that.

She noticed that the wall on the far side of the locker room had 
no lockers, and it wasn't tiled.  She inspected the wall, and, 
sure enough, she found it riddled with holes.  

Although a number of the bulbs in the girls' side were burned out, 
the room was still brilliantly illuminated.  And every hole and 
gap that she looked through provided a perfect view.  

Natalie smiled.  "Small wonder girls don't sign up for computer 
camp."

The view was almost too perfect, she thought, grimly.  If the 
girls' locker room had been similar to the boys, it would have 
been easy for her to tease the boys into a frenzy.  She could 
have undressed behind the security of a locker and given them a 
thrilling view of her wrapped in a towel heading for the showers.  
She could have removed the towel after she'd closed the curtain 
-- or maybe just a second before -- giving the horny guys a 
tantalizing hint of her charms.

But the girls' shower area was not designed for such artful 
teases.  Natalie was an exhibitionist, but she knew that, in 
that room, it would be impossible for her to hide behind a 
locker or bench.  She would have to strip in front of anyone 
who cared to watch, shower naked, and then get dressed again.

There would be no privacy whatsoever.  Once she stepped into 
that room, the boys were going to get the full show.

The degree of exposure left her a little unnerved.  She thought 
about the shower room for a few days, but eventually discarded 
the idea, content to return to her more subtle forms of 
psychological warfare on the nerdy boys.

But, when the camp director offered her the chance to have her 
apartment painted, the idea resurfaced in her mind.

"Could they paint my bathroom?" she asked, almost daring herself 
to enact her plan.

"Sure thing," the camp director replied.  "You won't be able to 
use the shower for the day, until the paint dries.  But there are 
a couple of empty apartments next to yours, and you can just use 
the shower in there."

"Thanks," she said, nervously.  "I'm sure I can figure out 
something."

The next morning, Natalie cornered Stanley in the hallway.  "I 
was wondering if you could do me a favor, Stanley," she asked, 
sweetly.

"Sure, N-N-Natalie!" he stammered.  "A-anything for y-y-you!"

Natalie smiled.  Stanley was so confident on a computer and so 
shy around girls.

"They're going to be painting my apartment on Tuesday," she 
explained.  "Do you think maybe I could use the girls' shower 
room down by the lake?  Would 10:00 AM be okay?" she asked, 
innocently. 

Stanley's jaw dropped, and his eyes became as wide as saucers.  
For a moment, she thought he was going to have a heart attack.

"Sh-Sh-Sure, Na-Na-Natalie," Stanley stuttered.  "That would be 
grr-GREAT!"

This was a little too loud and enthusiastic, and Stanley started 
to blush.

"Thanks, Stanley," Natalie said.  "You're a real gentleman."  She 
leaned over and gave him a little kiss on the cheek.  He almost 
fell over.

NATALIE HAD KISSED HIM!

When she looked back, Stanley was leaning against the wall, gasping 
for air.  And she was pleased to see the large bulge in the front 
of his pants.

		******************************

On Tuesday morning, Natalie didn't leave her apartment until 10:15. 
She wanted to build suspense for her audience.  (And she also 
needed to muster the courage to go through with it.)

Most of these guys had never even been out on a date.  Did she 
really have the guts to take a shower in front of them?  She would 
be absolutely, completely, totally, undeniably naked in front of at 
least fifty panting, drooling twerps.

She swallowed hard.  The setup had been easy.  It was the execution 
that was terrifying!

Natalie wasn't surprised to see that the computer lab was totally 
devoid of students.  There was no one in the cafeteria or lounge, 
either.

Normally they had to set strict lab hours to keep the boys from 
coding all night long.  But today the lab was mysteriously empty.

A few of the faculty members asked her if she knew where the boys 
were.  She suggested that maybe they all went on a nature hike.

Her fellow faculty members were doubtful that the 200-pound 
glandular cases and spindly-legged geeks would suddenly develop 
an urge to go traipsing through the woods to look at animals and 
trees, particularly when the only physical activity most of them 
ever engaged in was typing.

Natalie smiled.  She knew that in fact the boys had sneaked away to 
see one of nature's most spectacular creations.  And those horny 
boys were going to be viewing this beautiful creature in her 
completely natural state.

She strolled down to the shower cabin with her towel over her 
shoulder and a small container of liquid soap in her pocket.  It 
was a short walk, but she was very excited by the time she arrived.

Natalie actually felt her heart skip a beat when she reached for 
the crude doorknob.  Once she'd passed through that door, she knew, 
there would be no turning back.  She closed her eyes, took a deep 
breath, and opened the door.

The room had left Natalie frightened the other night; now she was 
terrified.  As she hung her towel on the hook by the door, she felt 
like she was walking into her place of execution.

Unlike the other night, the lights were already on in the shower 
room.  "How thoughtful," she said to herself.  Apparently the boys 
didn't want Natalie to have to fumble around in the dark looking 
for the light switch.

She looked up.  All of the burned out bulbs had been mysteriously 
replaced.

Casually glancing over at the seemingly innocent wooden wall, she 
took off her shoes and socks.  The shower room she was standing in 
was large and barren, and its size and emptiness were intimidating.

But she had no doubt that the room on the other side of the wooden 
wall was very crowded indeed.

She paused and stood barefoot in front of the wooden wall.  The 
concrete floor felt cold, but that wasn't the only reason she had 
goose bumps.

She looked at her sneakers resting underneath the wall-hook.  They 
seemed kind of sad, sitting there by themselves in the stark room.

"Well, at least when I take off the rest of my clothes, my shoes 
will have company," she thought.

She felt a little shiver run up her spine as she thought about her 
clothes.  She was going to be taking a shower in front of fifty 
horny guys.  And she was going to be absolutely, gloriously naked!

The show had been planned, and the tickets had been sold.  The 
overture was done.  Now it was time for the curtain to go up.

Natalie moved slightly away from the clothing hook, positioning 
herself to give the audience a better view.

She turned her back on the wooden wall and skinned off her t-shirt. 
She'd deliberately chosen a particularly beautiful lacy white bra 
and panty set.  It was fancier than what she usually wore, but she 
knew that every guy in the camp had fantasized about what kind of 
underwear she wore, and she didn't want to disappoint her fans.

Natalie toyed with her bra clasp for a moment, as if she was going 
to take the garment off.  Then she simply scratched her back, and 
let her arms drop to her sides.

Was it her imagination, or did she actually hear some disappointed 
sighs coming from the next room?

It hardly mattered.  The show was just beginning.  A little tease 
would just make it that much sweeter for them.  Natalie turned 
around and carefully undid the clasp in the front of her denim 
shorts.  She started to pull her zipper down, slowly, revealing 
the front of her lacy white panties, inch by tantalizing inch.

There was a little groan from the next room, followed by a small 
thump, almost as if someone's head had hit the wall.  She was 
careful not to look up, determined not to reveal that she could 
hear everything that was happening in the room next door.

But she knew the sound could only mean one thing.  One of her 
admirers had "lost control" before the show had even begun.  The 
thump was the sound of the camper's noggin hitting the wall as he 
shot his load.

She smiled to herself.  For computer nerds, these guys sure did 
have a lot of problems controlling their joy sticks.

The image of fifty geeks with their hands stuffed down the fronts 
of their pants and their eyes glued to the wall was a comical one, 
and she had to fight the urge to laugh.

About to discard her shorts, she paused and turned around in a 
circle a few times, as if she were looking for something.  Then 
she took the soap out of her pocket and set it down on the floor, 
tossing her shorts aside.

Her little play about not being able to find the soap was, of 
course, just an excuse for her to model her lingerie for the 
delighted boys.  Just how delighted they were soon became clear.

When she leaned over to put the soap down, she deliberately bent at 
the waist, which raised her pantied bottom high in the air.  She 
soon heard another satisfied moan followed by a small thump.

"Another one bites the dust," she thought, with satisfaction.

Natalie turned her back on her audience and unsnapped her bra.  It 
made a small click that echoed around the room.

The boys would be able to hear her as well as she could hear them, 
and she knew that they had undoubtedly enjoyed the sound of her bra 
unsnapping.

Methodically, she pulled the bra strap over each shoulder and then 
dropped the frilly onto her other clothes.

She thought about turning around to expose her breasts, but decided 
to unveil her entire front at once.  She wondered how many thumps 
her final unveiling would cause.

She moved to the side and turned the waistband of her panties 
inside out, as if she were checking for something.  What she could 
have been checking for, heaven only knows, but Natalie knew that 
the show was about to get very good, very quickly, and she wanted 
to drag out the suspense just a little bit more.

As she toyed with the waistband of her panties, deliberately 
prolonging the boys' agony, she heard Stanley's voice behind her.  
He was whispering, but the room was a perfect echo chamber, and 
she could hear every word.

"I told y-y-you guys!" Stanley said, triumphantly.  "Natalie's 
going to t-take off...ev-ev-EVERY STITCH!  She's going to strip 
herself bu-bu-BUTT NAKED!  We'll see...ev-ev-EVERYTHING!"

"Shut up, nerdly!" another voice said.  "She'll hear us!"

Natalie closed her eyes and took a deep breath.  Then she slowly, 
teasingly, lowered her panties to her ankles, lewdly raising her 
bare bottom for everyone to see.

There was another soft moan followed by a thump as she lifted her 
bare fanny in the air.  She smiled at the satisfying sound and 
casually tossed her panties onto the pile.

She paused and swallowed before turning around.  The moment of 
truth had arrived.

Natalie turned around, revealing herself in all of her naked glory. 
She walked briskly over to the shower head in the dead center of 
the room and reached up to turn on the water.

As she put her arm over her head, she heard another soft moan and 
a thump.  Then another moan and thump...followed by yet another.

She paused for a moment and pretended to play with the shower head 
as she counted the moans and thumps.  By her estimate, she had lost 
at least 5 guys just by turning around and walking to the shower.

She decided to pick up the pace.  She knew how inexperienced and 
horny these guys were, and she didn't want to lose her whole 
audience before she even turned on the water.

Unfortunately, the water was cold when she first turned it on, and 
she jumped back from the freezing spray.  This caused her breasts 
to bounce provocatively, and her jiggle-show earned her two more 
thumps.

She soon had the water temperature adjusted to a comfortable level 
and stepped under the warm spray.  It felt good.  The room was a 
little chilly, and her little show had left her unspeakably horny.  
She was going to enjoy having an excuse to finally touch her pussy.

She started out slowly, using the soap to shampoo her hair.  This 
gave her a chance to turn from side to side as she rinsed off, 
ensuring that everyone got a really good view.

Two more thumps.  "Not bad, but not great," she thought.

Next, she washed her feet and gradually worked her hands up her 
legs.  The feet and calves were losers, but her two luscious thighs 
earned her a total of three more thumps.

She turned around and started to slowly soap her shapely bottom.  
From the soft whispers she heard behind her, she knew that the 
guys appreciated the view.

The small container of soap she was holding slid out of her hand 
and fell on the floor in front of her.

She decided that the accident was an opportunity.

She spread her legs slightly and then bent over at the waist to 
pick up the soap.  The container was slippery, and she was in an 
awkward position, but she knew that the view between her shapely 
legs was dynamite.

"Bottoms up!" she thought, with a smile.

THUMP!

THUMP!  THUMP!  THUMP!

She continued to feel around for the soap.  It slipped out of her 
hand again.

THUMP!  THUMP!  THUMP!  THUMP!

By the time she straightened up and began to soap her pussy, she 
was as turned on as he had ever been.  The thought of all of those 
nerdy guys pleasuring themselves as they stared at her made her as 
hot as a pistol.

"Why should the guys have all the fun?" she thought.  She hadn't 
planned on masturbating in the shower, but she was too turned-on 
to stop.

She closed her eyes and let her fingers creep into her womanhood.
  
She lost track of the number of orgasms she provoked that day, but, 
from the number of thumps she heard, she surmised that some of the 
guys who had lost control early in her performance had managed to 
rouse themselves for another round as they watched her pleasure 
herself.

		******************************

After the shower performance, things changed.  If the computer 
campers had treated her with respect before, now they treated her 
with awe.  She regularly returned to her room to find roses and 
candy at her door.  Every guy at the camp fawned on her, and they 
fought to hold the door for her or to pull out her chair at dinner.

Were the young nerds in love?  It certainly seemed that way to her.

She toyed with the idea of using the shower again, but decided 
against it.  She even discussed it with her cousin, Holly.  Holly 
immediately wanted to visit her at the camp.  In fact, she wanted 
to have a contest with Natalie to see who could get the most thumps 
the fastest.

Holly was so competitive!

Natalie had actually shown Holly's picture to Stanley and a few of 
the other campers, and, from their reactions, she knew that they 
would just LOVE to meet her.

Natalie relished the thought of Holly blushing and fidgeting as she 
stripped herself totally naked to shower in front of the lusting 
boys.  She acted brave, but Natalie knew that she would lose some 
of her ginger when she saw just how exposed the shower room left 
her.

But she turned her cousin down.  She knew she had given the awkward 
adolescents the thrill of their young lives, and she didn't want to
spoil them by giving them too much.  The attention, the candy, the 
flowers, and the fawning were nice, but what had they done for her 
lately?

A few days later, she received an answer.  The camp director called 
her into his office and asked her to close the door.

"The campers have unanimously voted you Counselor of the Year, 
Natalie," he said.  "Here is your $500 prize."

She was thunderstruck.  $500 was a lot of money to a college 
student.

"Furthermore, Stanley and some of the students have talked the 
board of directors into holding a computer camp next summer for 
college freshmen.  They've enrolled over 100 students, and they've 
even prepaid their tuition."

The camp director smiled.  "Their only non-negotiable demand is 
that they want you to be a camp counselor again.

"Naturally the board was quite pleased to raise so much money in 
advance, and they wanted me to offer you a bonus...if you agree to 
sign up for next year." 

He handed Natalie a check.  She gasped.  This was enough to pay her 
entire tuition for the next two years.

Stanley and the other little geeks had really come through for her, 
she thought.  She looked at the check and thought about those poor, 
nerdy boys, fighting desperately for the chance to be her favorite. 
She thought some more...very hard.

"I'd be honored to sign up next year, sir," she said.  "But I do 
have one small favor to ask regarding my apartment...."

A few minutes later a very happy Natalie bounded over to the 
lounge.  Stanley was sitting on the couch, with his laptop, 
staring at the screen so intently he didn't even notice her 
arrival.

"Hi, Stanley!" she said, brightly.  "I have a favor to ask."

"Sh-sh-sure, Natalie.  A-anything!"

"My cousin Holly is coming to visit, and she'll be staying in my 
apartment.  The only problem is that they are going to re-tile the 
tub in my bathroom, so we won't have anywhere to shower for two 
weeks."

She paused and then let the bomb drop.

"Would it be okay with you if Holly and I used the old wooden 
shower down by the lake?"

The tent that formed in Stanley's pants actually caused his laptop 
to crash to the floor.  He barely noticed it.  He just stared at 
Natalie, transfixed.

The thought of the two luscious coeds stripped of everything and 
forced to prance around butt naked in the Swiss cheese shower room 
for two whole weeks left him speechless....

But the smile on his face was eloquent enough. 



Edited by C. Lakewood

