Use the Men's Room

"As tempting as that sounds, I think I'll pass." You say, trying to play it cool. Melody just roll her eyes, then gives a little laugh.

"Your loss." She replies and you agree wholeheartedly. She reaches into her canvas bag and tosses you a bottle of sunscreen. "Don't forget anywhere." She advises you as you catch it. "I don't know what a sunburn on your nut sack would feel like, but I am guessing it would suck pretty hard." You give her a look for making you imagine it. "Hey, I'm just trying to help!"

"I think you're just fixated on the thought of me fondling my balls." You shoot back. This actually gets her face to redden a bit and you enjoy the small victory. She quickly coughs to regain her composure.

"I resent that accusation! I would never!" She says, then turns on her heel and opens the changing room door. Before going in, though, she looks over her shoulder. "Just like I am sure you are not imagining me rubbing slippery lotion all over my naked body right now." She winks at you, then disappears into the changing room, closing the door behind her. You are frozen in place for a second, busy fantasizing about that very thing. You quickly snap out of it and hurry into the men's room before you start sporting a wicked erection.

You hop into an open stall and lock the door. You quickly disrobe and begin rubbing yourself down with sunscreen, careful not to miss any spots. Melody is doing this too, you realize. She is probably massaging the lotion into her bare breasts right now. You groan as you try to fight the image of your friend sensually groping her own chest; you kinda wish you could just rub one out and regain full control over your brain.

Once you finish putting sunscreen on, you redress and head out of the bathroom. Melody follows suit shortly, leaving the changing room with her skin giving off a slight sheen to it from the application of lotion. "All set?" You ask.

"Yeah, I'm good to go. Until we need to re-apply it later." She grins. You just sigh.

"I'm still planning to stay in my swimsuit." You remind her. She just laughs back at you.

"We'll see about that. You have never been that great at standing your ground against my peer pressure." She gives your arm a playful punch. "Now let's catch that shuttle." You both hurry out to the parking lot and, with a stroke of luck, the shuttle to Palm Grove is already waiting. You both board the tropical-themed transport, sit down on a pair adjacent seats, and you are soon headed off to the beach.

"Isn't this exciting?" Melody asks you. "This feels so exotic!"

"Is this your first time?" A voice from the other side of the aisle asked. You both turn to see an older couple sitting nearby.

"Yeah." You nod. "For both the resort and nude beaches in general."

"You'll love Palm Grove." The woman said. "It makes for a very fun and intimate bonding experience for couples." She gives a knowing look to Melody who just smiles and winks back at her. You are beginning to wonder what is going on with all these looks that apparently have supplanted actual conversation.

"You hear that, darling?" Melody coos. "It'll bring us even closer!" She grabs your hand a squeezes it. The older couple shares a laugh at the sudden show of affection.

"What is with you today?" You whisper in confusion.

"Whatever do you mean?" She looks at you innocently.

"Why do you keep pretending we are couple?" You hiss. You are starting to wonder if everyone here is in on a giant practical joke on you.

"Aw, come on. Don't you think it's kind of fun?" She gives you a warm genuine smile and you can feel your aggravation melting. "We'll never see any of these people again, so who's gonna call us out on our bullshit? Besides, if you didn't want me to treat this vacation like a date, you shouldn't have paid my way in." She gives your hand another gentle squeeze. "So just sit back and enjoy having a loving and affectionate faux girlfriend for a few days."

You open your mouth to respond when the shuttle driver speaks up. "We're here; everyone out!" The conversation is put on hold as you are ushered out of the vehicle. You both head off away from the shuttle to a nearby sign next to a pair of wooden stairs leading down to the beach.