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Originally Posted by zippersbs
. The way the showers are setup is, you strip & put all your stuff in this one area & then you enter a stall to take your shower.
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This reminds me a campground at the north of Barcelona, where we spent a summer week some yesrs ago with our recreational vehicule (an all terrain 4x4 vehicule with a rooftop tent).
There were different shower rooms for men and women, with individual closed showers. However the changing room with the sinks and the benches before the individual showers was pretty open. There was no door, just a little wall infront of the entrance, 2 meters away.
Everyone could take a look from the outside, so you were supossed to strip only inside your individual shower. However, on the other hand, it was a women's locker room with its benches: I could strip there, just downplaying the fact that it was very very open to the outside.
If any boy or man would stare at my nudity, it would be his missbehaviour, not mine. In other words: I was free to be as nude as I wanted in a non nudist campsite.
Actually, our car with its campisete was infront the womens showers, some 20 meters away. At night, I would give my husband a cold beer can, kiss him and say: "I'm gonna give you a show".
Then I would get inside, put my stuff on the bench and nonchalantly strip down. He would see me naked from the outside, but the best part was to see how other people would see me, too, how they would stop or retrace their steps to stare for some seconds, how other people would stare at me while having dinner or hanging out at night
As there was only light in the inside, I could not know who was watching me, and in addition I was brightly lit, standing out much more.
After my shower I would expose myself for some minutes more, drying my hair, applying my bodymilk, brushing my teeth... Only at the end I would put on my clothes
On the way back to my recreational vehicule, I would naively say hi or good night to the people that had just seen me nude.
Some seconds later, while fucking me hard, my husband would always tell me who had been staring at me: the 18 yesrs old son of our neighbours, the elderly man on our right, the young couple of the camping tent infront of us, a guy who was going to wash the dishes and stopped to take a look...
One afternoon we stroke up a little friendship with three male bikers who had their tents close to us. We shared some beers after dinner, when I put on my little show.
When I went back, they were still there, drinking more beers with my husband. They didn't know where to look at. We drunk some more beers and went to sleep.
Some minutes later, they were hearing fuck as rabbits in our rooftop tent
Non sexual nudity. Much better than sex