[soulac]

This is an experience first posted in the Mixed European Sauna thread in response to a question about how guys don't get hard in the sauna.

I was traveling with two female friends from university, one brunette one blonde. The blonde was a casual friend. The brunette I knew better as I had been her team lead for various school projects.

It was April. We were traveling through Europe and were in southern Spain. The hostel we were staying in had short, dead-end corridors off the main hallway such that in each branch there were three doors, one to the left, one to the right and one straight ahead. The girls room was to the right mine was straight ahead and our bathroom was to the left. The bathroom had two stalls, the one on the left being the toilet and the one on the right being the shower.

We all needed a shower. I was the first to take one. There were no hooks for clothes so they were over the stall door. I was minding my own business when suddenly I saw my clothes disappear. That situation had always been a fantasy of mine - either as prankster or victim. I think my body's response was to overdose on adrenaline and testosterone. I don't want to say that I have never gotten harder in my life because I didn't marry either of those girls, but to that point I had never felt as hard. I didn't want to go to my room with a raging hard-on. I had to wait ten minutes for it to calm down. Eventually I opened the stall door and headed toward the bathroom exit. I made it about two steps before I was fully erect again. I knew I couldn't wait another ten minutes so, refusing to be embarrassed, I held my head high (both of them actually) and headed for the door.

I knew which one had done it. The blonde was a pretty, girl next door type. The brunette was fantasy material for all the guys in the school. In fact, she had trouble developing friendships with some of her female classmates because of their envy of her.

I opened the bathroom door and I saw the girls room door was ajar. Rather than turning and heading to my room I went straight to the girls' room. As I suspected, the brunette was peaking through the crack in the door with her camera and waiting for me to race to my room in the hopes of getting a pic of my butt. She was shocked when I went straight into her room. When she looked down and saw me, literally every inch of me, she gasped and was even more embarrassed - completely red faced. I pressed my advantage by standing right in front of her with my arms akimbo giving her a full-frontal view for about 15-20 seconds. I asked if she was enjoying the view. Then I asked for my towel and clothes. She said they were on my bed. All the while she was putting her arms in front of her body and bending over as if she was the one exposed. She couldn't stop laughing from vicarious embarrassment. I then went to my room to dry off and dress.

Of course, the most important part of that story is that I was the first one to take a shower. Tactical mistake. When she took her shower I took her clothes. I figured since she forced me into playing the children's game I'll-show-you-mine-if-you-show-me-yours, I would be happy to play along.

I went into the toilet stall and stood on the toilet to voyeur her showering. Beautiful breasts, I can remember them to this day. A full C-cup, conical, parallel to the floor. They couldn't have been larger without sagging. Her nipples were dark pink and covered the entire tip of her breasts. By the time she turned the water off I was standing outside the stall. She timidly opened the shower door trying to see if I was there. Before she could see me I could see her right breast and her full, untrimmed bush (no one shaved back then). She had a beautiful shag carpet. As soon as she saw me she closed the door again.

I took pity on her and gave her her clothes back. While I now regret the lost opportunity to see more, that was the right thing to do at the time. I knew she wasn't interested in me romantically. She was trying to meet other emotional needs through her behavior. Showing respect by not pushing for more was my responsibility as a friend. As I was giving her clothes back I remember thinking, "I just saw what every guy in school dreamed of seeing." That would have to be enough for me.