So it's been 3 years since these events but I'm going back through my personal journal to recount what still remains as the most erotic time of my life. For me there's something VERY special about these events because it represents the absolute pinnacle of what was essentially a boiling pressure-cooker of sexuality contained by a thin veil of plausible deniability that it was all platonic, nothing sexual, just friends being friends. In my opinion there's something that get's lost once a situation becomes overtly sexual, it's hard to define exactly what... I love keeping things boiling just beneath the surface!
Over time me and Debbie became best friends, hung out every day, and in the summer those days would sometimes be spent naked together at the nude beach with not a word spoken about how attracted we were to each other. Two weeks before Covid hit the world me and Debbie moved in together as housemates into a house still only 20 minutes walk from the nude beach and, as the Spring turned to Summer, so we resumed our trips the beach. Still just friends, still just platonic.
Now the beach itself was home to some very good moments for us, enough for a story of its own, but the part I want to focus on is what happened when we got home; not living with any other housemates except each other we began to dabble in the kind of communal non-sexual nudity I've read about in fictional stories all over the internet my entire life. It was usually me pushing the bar of acceptability further and further. We'd get home from the nude beach, we'd be covered in sand, our hair coarse with seasalt, our skin sticky with sun block, dappled with patches of sunburn where we'd missed areas of our skin - in need of a shower to rinse it all off.
I distinctly remember getting home one early evening with a plan in mind and as soon as we got home I went to my bedroom and removed all of my clothes and simply took my time unpacking my rucksack in the nude with my bedroom door wide open to the communal corridor.
Debbie was in the living room and, as I stood near the door to my bedroom, she could clearly see me naked now. In the completely different context of the house, with me being the only one naked, it became a very intense and special dynamic.
"Are you ok if I have a shower?" I asked through my open bedroom door.
"Yeah go for it." Debbie replied.
Without bothering to cover myself I slung my towel across my shoulder and walked the few meters down the hall to the bathroom in full view of Debbie, who couldn't take her eyes off of me. After all - why cover up? We'd just spent the entire day naked together on the beach! The next step: the door stop in the bathroom which held the door open would be left in place, I was going to shower with the door wide open. I started to take a long, hot shower and Debbie just couldn't contain herself, she had to come have a look. What I love was how playful she was, if I turned around to face away from her there was a strong chance she'd lightly smack my ass with a "don't forget your asshole, asshole" sort of piss-take comment that kept everything light-hearted whilst the undeniably sexual situation simmered just underneath the poorly manufactured conversation Debbie would use as an excuse to be in the bathroom with me whilst I showered that day, and future days. My inevitable erection crept upwards but I didn't want to shatter the plausible deniability that this was all non-sexual, so I had to end the shower after 5 minutes. I stepped out and dried myself off with the towel whilst Debbie leaned against the sink and watched, inspected herself in the mirror whilst continually glancing over, still making whatever conversation would give her the excuse to stay in the room. Making a further decision I hung up my towel to dry in the bathroom itself, not even bothering to bring it back to my bedroom, and walked down the hall to my room to finally get dressed.
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