A narrow escape.

You stand there shivering in silence as the woman goes about her business and flushes, just waiting for her to finally leave- to your consternation, even drunk she apparently thinks to wash her hands, grunting as she finds her footing again and turns on the faucet. It's a bit foolhardy, but you take pull back the far end of the shower curtain to take a look, finding her splashing some of the water onto her face.

"Ugh!" she says, wiping her eyes and catching herself in the mirror, "I don't... I don't look too good." The woman is a little thicker set than some of the other guests, with tan skin and dark hair. Her brown bikini, held between the cups and at the sides of the bottoms by metal rings, is a little small on her, and by the view you're getting of the tan-lines at her hips, she doesn't seem to have pulled her bottoms all the way back up. Your cock twitches again, and you swallow air, anxious for her to finally leave.

The woman shakes her head and stumbles back a bit, doing a double-take back to the shower, her face lighting up. "Oh! I'll take cold shower!"

Your stomach sinks, and as quickly and quickly as you can you can you let the curtain go before she turns and sees you looking. Not that it'll make much of a difference- there's no way she won't see you once she gets in! Your heart skips a beat as you hear fabric brush against the shower curtain, and you look up to see the two halves of her suit being hung over the curtain rod. You take a deep breath, and prepare to slide out and make a dash for the door.

Thankfully, she opens the curtain from the opposite end, and you slide right out, hoping that the sound of the curtain sliding all meshes together in her drunken head. Seeing the triangle of pale, untanned skin across her ass before the curtain slides shut, you're sure she didn't notice you, but you're just as certain you yourself won't be going soft any time soon. You gently open the door, seeing the hallway is clear, and the last thing you hear before you step outside is a short sharp shriek and giggle as the drunk woman turns on the cold water.

You're out of that trap, but you're still standing naked and alone in the middle of a house full of women; what the hell else could go wrong?!