Women of the forum read
 

I got a question I think we would all like to know what would you consider the most embarrassing thing that could happen to you, and what is the most embarrassing thing that ever has happened to you

If you don't want them to see your thong............stop wearing them instead of the skirt.

I once went for about half an hour without realising my blouse was partly unbuttoned - circle line, then picadilly line, then halfway down oxford street - and everyone could see my boobs :( several guys last year were spying on girls in the changing rooms at school and I was one of the ones they filmed :( lost my top on a waterslide :( prob the worst was jilling one morning without realising that one of my bros friends had crashed on the sofa in my room the night before :(

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On holiday in Greece and bought new white swimsuit, did not relaise when come out of pool it had gonesee through all guys looking.
Also as already said, skirt blows up and all see white pants.
Worse bacstage at concert we doing and did not realise there was video camera and was showing on big screen and I take off dress to change for next song and only wearing pants!!

Any chance of those guys visiting this site and posting video? :p Sorry, just joking, must have been embarassing :)

I fucking hope not!
one of the worst things about it was not knowing who had seen it :(

Jilling? Sorry, I'm not familiar with that term. :confused: I'm thinking masturbating, but don't know for sure. :D

i know its a question for the ladies.. but to talk about embarasing moments... I slept over at an exgirlfriends house once, I was like 17... not the first time... but I guess it was the first time her mother found out... I always pictured her finding out and chasing me out of the house with a basebal bat.. except I woke up in the AM, got out of the bed to stretch and her mom walked in on me in just boxer shorts golding a tray of eggs, toast, and o.j. for 2.

damn.

oh
 

her mother wore boxer shorts?
just kidding but that's how it reads

The most embarrassing thing ...
 

The most embarrassing thing that COULD happen to me? That is hard to say, because a major embarrassment hasn't happened to as an adult. The first thing that comes to mind would be for an adult who respects me professionally to send me a video he found on the Internet, which featured me naked, giving some guy a blow job.

Probably the most embarrassing thing which has happened to me goes back to my teenage years. I last wrote about it in 2003. I think many women had the same general horror happen to them too. I remember a newspaper item, about a forty year old woman who was still embarrassed by something which happened when she was fifteen. When she came out of the swimming pool at a country club, the top of her new bikini came off. She picked up her top, and ran like hell to the dressing room, where she hid for a long time, before she worked up enough courage to come out.

That might not be as traumatic for a fifteen year old in 2003 (hard for me to tell, because I was not fifteen in 2003) but it was really traumatic for her in 1978. Her older brother, a high school senior, several of his friends, and a lot of other teenage boys saw her topless. She never wore that bikini again, and twenty-five years later, the event still bothered her.

Oh, the embarrassment of it all! The same thing happened to me in 1982, give or take a year. Like the embarrassed woman in the article, I never wore that bikini again either. When I was in high school, I went to the beach with a boy I kinda liked, and his family. I wore a fairly modest bikini, with a crop top t-shirt and jogging shorts over it, and topped it all off with a hot yellow mesh coverup.

We got to the lake, and were met by other members of this boy's family. They had set up the whole nine yards. Food, beer for us underaged kids, and two ski boats. I had never water skied, so I just rode in the tow boat. Eventually, I got up my nerve and tried it.

I'm an excellent athlete, and very well coordinated. Getting up was easy. They didn't go very fast at first, and I completed the ride without mishap. I did it three more times that morning. I kept after them to take me faster, and to swing me wider.

It was the last ride before lunch. They swung me over another boat's wake. I blew the jump, and got horizontal to the water, finally doing a belly flop, and got dragged quite a distance, but I didn't let go of the tow rope! Not me, Oh no, I wasn't gonna be some pansy who couldn't hang on.

My suit couldn't hang on however, but I didn't realize it at the time. The water just peeled my top right off of me and I never saw it again. When you are wet, you aren't aware of your suit. I was treading water as the boat came to pick me up. The boy lifted me from the water, and I felt my bottoms slip off of my ankle and into the lake.

If I had planned this exposure, I probably would not have been embarrassed. This one I didn't plan. For some reason, none of the guys dove overboard to try and retrieve my bikini bottoms, although one of the women did.

The guys were staring, and I was crying. They didn't even have a blanket or any other fabric on the boat that I could use for cover. None of the guys had a shirt I could wear. None of the women had wraps. There were no personal flotation devices (life vests for the uniniated) on board.

We were on the far side of the lake. It seemed to take hours to get back to the beach, but it was probably less than thirty minutes. I spent the first part of the ride face down under the seat, but that hurt. Finally I sat on the seat, hands over my breasts, legs tightly together.

The guys would offer to equalize the state of undress, and I'd start to cry. The women would then yell at the guys, and I'd cry some more.

Finally, one of the women sat beside me and told me not to let them get my goat. She told me a similar thing happened to her, and once she started acting like she wasn't concerned, the guys let up. That made sense to my sixteen year old mind, so I stood up, went to the rail, and started looking at the trees and the hills, and talking like I was unconcerned. Strangely, when I acted like it wasn't such a big deal, it ceased to be such a big deal. I was still embarrassed, but decided it wasn't gonna be fatal.

When we got to the shore, I jumped out and began walking as if I was unconcerned. One of the women on board ran and got me a towel, which I covered up with when she got it to me, but I didn't cower in the boat waiting for cover.

There weren't a lot of extra clothes, and what there was didn't fit real well. I slid my running shorts on under the towel, and put my t-shirt on over it, minimizing my exposure. The top was short enough that when I stood, anybody sitting saw the bottom half of my breasts from the nipples down, and if I bent over, everything showed. The mesh beach robe helped to keep the top in place. I'm sure the baggy shorts with the high leg slit made an interesting presentation too.

That was my second clothing accident. The first one wasn't so bad, because it happened in my family's pool, with classmates I knew.

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.

in sympathy
 

I am sorry for your loss but also admireing of the life Stan must have led.

You did what seems to me to be a perfect goodbye.

And thank you for sharing

Oops - my skirt!
 

My story seems very tame next to all of the other revelations - but you may want to hear it anyway.
It was a few years ago now and it was the summer - a nice sunny day and my husband and I were walking
along the street of a nearby town in teh south coast of England. I was wearing a floral wrapover skirt for
the first time. As we turned the corner, there were some men digging up the pavement, so I moved to the
left - but my husband moved to the right and tugged at me to follow, except that he didn't tug me, but my
skirt which couldn't have been fastened properly and I carried on walking then realised I was looking down at
my panties. The 3 guys digging up the road couldn't believe their luck. I looked over and my husband was
standing there with my skirt in his hand like something out of a comedy show. I very quickly walked over and put it on and got out of there as fast as possible.
Not something I would want to do too often.
Just to kill the illusion, I wasn't wearing a thong or anything sexy, I was wearing my very ordinary white cotton panties underneath - but I don't think the workmen minded at all - and no - I don't have any pictures.

embarrassed!
 

While my husband and I were on our boat tied up to the club dock, we were having sex when his business partner stepped on board without us knowing it. We were both naked and my husband just came in me when the door opened and Tommy yelled, " Hi guys, are you busy?". I almost died! In a rush to cover up, my husband fell off the bed, tripped and cut his head. We had to call the paramedics!!!!
Janey

A Recent Embarrassment
 

This is pretty weird. I got an idea for writing this because of a recent contribution in the Sexy Movies section called "Showering". It didn't have any jpegs and so I made a few for it.

Some of you know that my husband and I occasionally full swap, which has allowed us to bring about our ENF and HNF fantasies, and other BDSM fantasies not the subject here at OneClick. I've shared a couple of them with the forum. It's a common mistake that the male partner is more interested than the female, and is more willing to "pimp out" his girl to the guy so that he can get with the guy's girl ASAP. That being said, it seems to be true that the guy has less of a standard for who he'll tag, versus the woman, who has probably a higher standard. Simply, just because people swing, doesn't mean that men don't remain men, and women don't remain women.

I really appaud any husband who's willing to show off his averagly attractive wife, flaws and all, over the husband who shows off his wife after she's got the new boobs, new ass, new thighs. Sometimes, it's sexy to see the truth of the nudity. My husband is split on this. He enjoys the truth, but sometimes enjoys the plastic as well. So when I saw this a.m. the movie called showering, and saw the body of the woman who was taped, it brought me back to something that happened over the summer. Because it answers this post's question (though not by far THE most embarrassing), I decided to discuss what happened.

We had a full swing experience with an older couple, by about 12 - 15 years. My husband wanted her more than I wanted him, until we all got partially undressed. Then, we all saw the naked truth. He was 45 with the body of a 38 year old under his clothes, though his face still said mid forties. She was 43, but looked like she was about 47 under her clothes. She was attractive (we wouldn't have gone passed the early stage of the meet if they weren't, and we'd seen their head shots and pics of them in their clothes before we met), but her body didn't match the real good looks of her face. In fact, it was very like a blonde version of "showering" woman that began this discussion.

To make matters more "embarrassing", she was very sentative to my husband's touch, and her mad knew EXACTLY what he was doing when going to work on me. They ended up using us like a jungle gym. Of course that's the purpose of the hook up in the first place, it's mainly physical (for us anyway...we are never looking for long term friends out of this, though some do.) But we had the feeling afterward, as we stood there and the other couple walked toward the shower in the bathroom, that we had been royally fucked. Which is a great feeling and a wonderful release. But there was this moment when he turned toward me before going into the bathroom (of a hotel suite) and looked me over, and it all said, "I just road you like a --------, and you're a X year old hottie and I'm a Y year old guy on his way to 50." Now I might have read too much into the look, but the last half hour with them was real uncomfortable for me. But for that moment when he looked at me, I'm pretty sure I gave the guy an ENF look, standing there fully nude, and covered with sweat and everything else.

After that I got on to thinking about his wife, and wondered whether plastic surgery would eventually be a good idea.

an interesting story
 

Thanks for sharing it with us

bump for the new girls here. :p