"You know," he says, leaning forward to look down at you, "that wasn't some line earlier about how you need to get out of that bikini. Temporary or not, you don't want to go and get sick, infect whoever you're taking with you, and bring it back to your ship like some sort of horrible space plague, do you? Look how much you're shivering there, come on."
He does seem to have a fairly valid point, but you have no intention of stripping and crawling into bed with him. After all, it's just a bit of wind and rain, nothing to really worry about... or so you think until a tree limb comes crashing through the window. Not missing a beat, he grabs you by the wrist, and leads you out to a fairly snug, windowless room, with a rather large bed. It's too dark to really see much of anything, although clearly the people of this planet are used to performing most tasks blind. You hear his shorts hit the floor as he encourages you to get out of your rain soaked clothing once again as he rummages through a closet. Finally, you relent, confident that he won't be able to see anything he shouldn't as you look to verify there isn't enough light to see his manhood swinging free... not that you'd look if you thought you could see it, of course. Once he finally finds a thick blanket and throws it across the bed, you gladly slip under it, only now realizing just how uncomfortably cold and wet you really were.
"You just warm up while I find some matches," he says, and you do your best to get comfortable. It isn't easy. If you try to lie face up, your eyes are mashed into the pillow. Face down, your breasts are rather uncomfortably compressed by the mattress. As you toss and turn trying to find the right balance, you find yourself wondering how sex works out for these people. It's impossible for them to ever look each other in the eye while doing anything at all intimate after all, and the men can't face the women at all during the act. Women would have the same problem face to face but if one were on her knees, she'd have a fine view... which you imagine would just be a bit distressing. Of course, he he were lying face up, and you were on top of him...
As your mind begins to head into the gutter and your hand starts following suit, there's a sudden flash of orange light. Ah yes, the candles... by which you can finally see what the lifeguard looks like naked- not that you wanted to! He's just suddenly standing there right in front of you with nothing on and a candle in his hand! You can't help but look! Quickly, you turn away, hoping he didn't see... but then you remember he couldn't, because he's facing you. Still difficult to get used to, but at least you don't have to worry about being caught peeking. Which of course, you weren't... but now you're just getting curious and have to take a proper look... and that is indeed a fairly large penis. One you'd be happy to have in your pants... but not like that! Like, if you were a guy again, and that was yours you'd appreciate having it there. Nice and thick so you'd have a good grip when...
You're forced to admit this whole line of thinking comes off pretty badly and look up at the ceiling instead, only just now noticing the huge mirror mounted above the bed. Honestly, it strikes you as a completely practical thing to have for people put together this way, nicely addressing the issue you were pondering before. Of course now you just have to wonder why such mirrors are as common as they are on your own planet, and as you're distracted with that thought, the hunky lifeguard crawls into bed next to you. You hadn't really realized how much you'd moved towards the center of the mattress until the added weight causes you to roll right into him and, well, this is just going from bad to worse now isn't it?