[Janethebrain]

Many years ago, long before I got married, I went on a ski trip with a bunch of friends. We rented a cabin that had four bedrooms but only two small bathrooms, with even smaller sinks. In the morning and after we got back from skiing there was basically a parade of people going back and forth between their bedroom and the bathrooms wearing bath towels and carrying shampoo, hairbrushes, shaving kits, whatever they needed in the bathroom because there was just barely enough counter space for whoever was using it at the time.

On the second morning, as I was coming out of the bathroom with my hands full, I started to drop the slippery shampoo bottle and struggled to keep from dropping the rest of my stuff. One of my girl friends Ann, saw me struggling and walked over and asked if I needed some help. I reached out to hand her some of the stuff in my hands and as soon as my arms were away from my body she grabbed the towel and yanked it off.

I was totally surprised by this and dropped everything I had been carrying and screamed at Ann. If I had stayed quiet I could have just run into my room, but the noise of me screaming and my stuff hitting the wood floor got everyone's attention and they all looked over and saw me completely naked. I quickly covered my tits with an arm, and squatted down to gather my stuff.

Everyone started cheering and whistling so I said, "Fuck it."

I stood up and held my arms out to my side. Did a quick twirl to show them my ass (which was my favorite body part at that age) and then did my best theater bow. Then I casually walked into my bedroom.

My casual response to being naked combined with the close living quarters set the tone for the rest of the trip. I think everybody had their towel sn*tched at least once, and I know I got Ann back several times.

By the end of the trip, I would just put a towel on my head and walk back to my bedroom naked after finishing a shower. Oddly, considering the amount of skin being shown, I never hooked up during that trip. I know I could have. One of the guys started making sure he was in the kitchen which was right next to my bedroom so he could get a good look at me when I walked by. I would look him in the eye and smile just to see how much I could make him blush.

Fun times.