A couple of years ago, I spent a summer in Rome doing some research at a local institute. I stayed at a friend's flat in order to have a bit more peace and quiet from the usual hassle of hotels. Right next to our block we had a very nice pension that catered to sports teams from around the world attending a handball championship.
The work at the institute was very draining because of the heat. I would come home and sit at the living room table and try to make sense of the information I collected all day. Things progressed well until the day the Serb women's handball team came to the hotel. The women were pretty liberal in their relaxation routines. Basically they would come back after a game or training session, go for a shower and then stay in their rooms watching tv, listening to music or reading books naked! My friend's windows would be facing all the rooms of the team, thereby allowing me to sample the team's goalkeepers, centers, forwards etc
They looked amazing, so healthy, so fit, so sexy!
It was truly a spectacular sight which also benefitted my work because of the routine that it established: I would return from work, try to be super-concentrated and efficient in order to process the data collected before the girls got back, and then unwind observing them in their birthday suits. All in all thoroughly enjoyable! Towards the end of their stay the girls gave me a signal to show that they had noticed my: They threw a handball through the open window with a smiley drawn on it :-D
I later found out from my friend that many husbands in his block - basically the ones facing the side where the team had been housed - had had fights with their spouses who had noticed also the team's charms. I thought this was pretty funny as it reminded me of old Italian movies. Anyway, after that thoroughly enjoyable experience I revised my view on sexiness and beauty: Skinny (or chubby depending on one's preferences) is not sexy, healthy is...