wow
 

I never expect so many in such a short time

I got just one question, how is it that these things happen so often yet in 21 years on a beach I've never seen it I think I've been giped lol

Sort of, none of them actually got caught it was just that their videos and stuff got found, but there was pretty common concensus about who it was, one of the got a serious kicking from the brother of one of the girls, and another left the school anyway. The school kinda wanted to keep it quiet tho.

yeah. I really done like even ppl I'm going out with watching me doing that :(

HOLY SHIT Roxanne, but DAMN that was a great story! I mean, obviously not for you it wasn't, but DAMN that was a great story! I mean, it would have been bad enough if you had lost either the top or the bottom, but to lose BOTH and then to have had to sit on that boat completely naked, with absolutely no covering, mere inches away from horny teenage boys, for what must have seemed like hours on end... Unbelievable, simply unbelievable. That's more than just embarrassing or mortifying, that's almost fucking traumatic! I do like the way you handled the situation: How at first you were appropriately embarrassed to tears (quite literally) but then forced yourself to become comfortable with it. But DAMN!... Wow! :eek: :eek: :eek:

Fango

On getting guys so flustered they can't speak ...
 

Hey Fango,

It used to be great good fun when I could do something or show something, and get a guy so flustered he couldn't speak clearly. While I look pretty good for a woman pushing 40, I can't change the fact that I am getting to be that old. The oppurtunities to render a man speechless are unlikely to happen again, unless I do something totally outrageous. It is unlikely I will do that, as I re-enter the dating world. It hasn't happened yet.

The closest thing I've done to outrageous since Stan died really wasn't outrageous, if you know the people involved. Last month, I went to sea with friends, to scatter his ashes. I still owed him some Naked Days, for wagers I'd lost, and our friends convinced me I should be naked for him one last time, when I scattered him. When I originally thought there would be three people on board, the couple who owned the yacht and me, I had intended to get naked when I scattered him. It turned out to be a larger crowd.

At the rail, one of the other women asked if it would be OK if they were all topless when I did it. Given the stripping games and parties we had all enjoyed, I agreed. After I scattered him, on the spur of the moment, I tossed in his urn, followed by my clothing. When I did that, all the women threw their bras in after him.

We sailed for a few hours, ate lunch and talked. It was interesting, with eight fully dressed men, seven topless women, and one naked one. We talked about Stan for a while, then it became the normal cocktail party chit-chat, as we sailed and returned to the marina. All of the women had blouses or T-shirts they could put on, which they all did as we tied up, but I didn't have anything to wear, a fact which didn't dawn on me until we were backing into the slip. The couple who owned the boat expected me to be naked, so they brought a little dress -- short and low cut -- the kind one would wear to a bar or a party, where she hoped to not go home alone. They made me disembark, and gave it to me on the dock.

Given the circumstances and the people there, that was not outrageous behavior. With other people there, it could have been in poor taste, but somehow I think Stan would have thought it was funny. Some of us went out to dinner at Outback on the way home. While I was underdressed, it was not traumatic. I've been more exposed in that restaruant twice, as a result of wagers lost.

Fango, it was fun to read your message, where you acted like you were unable to speak clearly. That is probably the only way I'll be able to enjoy that reaction from now on. Thanks for writing.

Roxanne

The Naked Truth (original, huh?)
 

Well, I’ve hesitated writing this for a while, because to tell the entire truth requires giving up a secret that many can’t handle. But, I hide behind a computer and only have an interest in meeting two other guys because they’re married and have similar interests shared by my husband and I and if they’re not scared away by my/our admitting this to them, we have some very interesting times, if looks are liked by everyone concerned.

When my husband, Jim (not his name) and I were dating, we went to a chamber club on the west coast. I was VERY MODEST then and even the thought of being seen in any state of undress by an “unauthorized” would unglue me. So I agreed with the understanding that I got to remained dressed.

After each of us received and put on an optional a black mask, I wanted to be separated and not have Jim with me during my fantasy, which involved being spanked. Jim went off to his fantasy and I to mine, and I was taken to a “chamber”, which was just a room in a large house that had a lot of black curtains, and a master held me by the wrists while a mistress spanked me, full in my long, black dress. It was a complete sexual turn on. It was so thrilling that I didn’t object (there were no “safe words”, one just said “STOP” five times in a row, I didn’t) to the master and mistress slowing tying me down for further spanking and slowing stripping me to boot. My long, Victorian black dress was eventually pulled over me, and I was being spanked in a black bra, panties and thigh high stockings and heels.

Some minutes after this (it wasn’t all spanking, there was a lot of tease also) Jeff came in the chamber in nothing but a black leather slave outfit, along with two other couples, their eyes glued to my fantasy. Jeff was lead in by another mistress, and two other guys. My eyes probably only bugged out in embarrassment and horror. But Jeff didn’t waste a minute, and calmly told everyone there that his fantasy was to watch me get punished in front of some of the other guests (the two other couples), and that he wanted to watch me get spanked entirely in the nude. And, through a combination of excitement, danger and wine, I didn’t object, and thought that the angle my body was at in relation to the others in the room couldn’t have me show all of it off. But, to my shock, I was stood up out of my bent over position and slowly undressed full frontal, and nearly died on the spot as my bra and panties were taken off and I followed the eyes of everyone in the room as they took it all in.

The thought of everyone watching my first “ENF” was an incredible turn on, and I was excited not only over my spanking, but also the strangers and people who worked there seeing me nude. Of course I had on my mask, but my thoughts and mental role play had forgotten about that.

Afterward the mistress had the room cleared of all but me, Jim, herself and the master she worked with, who had undressed me. The club was ending for the night, but I didn’t know this, and really wasn’t thinking of anything but the fact that I was butt naked and bent over. It was then I realized the views I had shown off, from full frontal, to bare ass and vulva, to hanging tits. A moment later the mistress told us the guests were leaving, a process that took a while, and that she was wondering whether Jim and I would assist them in their fantasy. As she said it to me, before it all sunk in, her master was removing my mask from my face. She simply said that they lived to watch other couples have sex, and that they were into showing off the same of themselves.

The bottom line is that that’s exactly what happened over the next hour. Everyone’s clothes and masks gone, we were working our full on, ten feet from another couple doing the same. And every position imaginable was on display for the other couple to take in. Half way through I began wondering whether this would lead to an orgy, and they eventually said to us that they wanted to go back to their place and finish there. That lead to more wine, hot tub and what we had only heard about before, swinging. But it was never called that that evening. It wasn’t called anything. Jim simply repeated every position with Julie (real name) and I was worked A to Z by Ron (also real name).

We didn’t return to the club, but we have continued to swing. Not as regulars, but about twice a year, and all within a club we’re members of. We’re very picky and never go to clubs for meeting other couples (such places exist). When we party we role play and my favorite is being forced to strip, dance nude, and be spanked. That’s how I/we get it out of our system, now that chamber clubs have become unsafe and we’re in our late 20’s . (I’m 27.) Role play is the only way I can enjoy ENF. But it’s more like HNF, humiliated nude female.

I suppose I’m more interested in the downright humiliation than I am the light embarrassment. That first time, even though I was masked, was entirely degrading.

There are three postscripts to this:

Because we are excited by other couples nude for us, and don’t want to lose friendships over it, we videotape our friends who come to stay over night or swim. We have seen every couple we know undress, shower, towel off, you name it. Also, because we go to some nice places after swimming, often by design, Jim has got to see a real nice selection of underwear the women have brought to change into, and that can be as exciting as seeing them nude. But the voyeurism is a turn on for me, and it’s fun knowing what every guy I know looks like in the sausage department (but I’m mainly after butts!)

Second, I once told Jim’s brother and girlfriend about my forced to strip fantasies on a truth or dare night. Jim’s brother freaked out about it, but his girlfriend (from Kenya) was really turned on. So we arranged that one of our swing couples along with Jim and I “forced her to strip for us”. It was a riot. But before she left and before we played with the couple who came, she demanded Jim pose for her. That was the first and only time I ever saw a Humiliated Nude Male. And Jim has to live with the fact that his brother’s girl has seen them both in the nude and could laugh about it forever.

Finally, from the “dish it out, but can’t take it department”, I had a for real HNF experience and I has humiliated beyond belief. Six months ago I was treated for melanoma due to two moles on my back. My entire body was photographed nude. I was so nervous about being seen around town, accidentally or ever without my knowing, but a guy who had seen me nude, that I made my husband take me to another city for the actual photos and test. (Negative.) Two males and two females saw me head to toe naked, and one of the males had full views of every inch of my breasts, butt and labia. That’s my only real fear: not that another couple will see me nude for swing or other games, but that I’ll be dressed/undressed for some guy who I then see at Macy’s.

Jes

thank you ladies
 

it takes a lot of courage to do what you have and share what many consider your most gaurded secrets.

[QUOTE=nikki]One of the most Embarrassin things that could happen to me... would be something like, i dont know my boob comeing out of my top and me not noticing and it being like that for ages. or someone walking in on me having sex. It'd be so awkward.

Do youmean like this? Had a neighbor drop by years ago. She didn't notice.

just been reading the crowd surfing thread elsewhere on here and was reminded of one time I forgot to mention earlier, I had my bikini top pulled off at a festival a couple of summers ago, the top sailed off into the crowd and none of my friends were very close. so that was loads of people briefly seeing me topless, a few people around me either getting very good looks or being pushed up against me, and a couple of minutes pushing my way out of the crowd while trying to cover up :( there were definately pics taken so they may be on the web too :(

Yep, That's It!
 

Boys Jack off. Girls Jill off.

I have too much experience with the former, zilch on the latter.