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Nice, thorough account without any annoying embellishments or obviously fantastical sequences. Thank you! |
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A few of the posts about festivals really chime with my own experiences. I have been to Glastonbury quite a few times, the showers were exactly as a previous poster described. Prior to that they were completely open and mixed, but sadly I missed out on that experience. Must have been incredible.
For me, it was mixed changing rooms, but shower cubicles, and it was very nice and all, but nothing particularly exciting. But one year... A few of us were hanging at the campsite, taking a break from the relentless band-hopping. I knew late afternoon and early evening was when the queues at the showers were shortest, so I said I was going to head over there. Got my towel from my tent and off I went. I was picking my way through the guy ropes of other people's tents when a voice behind me called, "Wait!" I looked round to see a friend of a friend skipping after me. Pretty little thing, slim with long auburn hair. Very smart, very funny, but definitely had a couple of screws loose. We called her The Danger. It was about a 15-minute walk to the showers, and we chatted about this and that, bands we'd seen, bands we wanted to see, where to find the best falafel, how this shower was going to sort her right out. We had had this flirty thing going on for, who knows, a year, but nothing had ever come of it. She's a flake, she's a headfūck, I already told you she's The Danger. And for once, it's just the two of us. We get there, and sure enough there isn't much of a queue. Maybe ten minutes. She's bouncing around, excited to give her hair a good wash after three days of sweat and dust (it was a hot, dry year). As we get close, we can see into the space. A long row of quite roomy shower cubicles on the right, changing area on the left. There's a nice, calm atmosphere, people quietly getting clean and enjoying doing so. The early evening light cast a beautiful golden glow on the place. All in all it was a world away from the hustle and bustle of the festival, and I felt like staying as long as I could. At some point, as she's watching people move between the changing area and the showers, the penny drops for The Danger. "Wait, is this mixed?" "Yep. Should I have mentioned that? Is it going to be an issue?" "Nah, fūck it, we've come this far. When in Rome, right?" "Right. It's only a big deal if you make it a big deal." "I'll ignore you and you can ignore me", she said. Was that a glint in her eye, or wishful thinking on my part? The people on the door let us through. She went just ahead of me to get changed. We found two spots in the same section, where there were two benches facing each other. She went to one side, I went to the other, and we undressed with our backs to each other. She must have got ready lightning fast, because by the time I looked up, she was already in the shower. Lucky her - every other cubicle had two or three people waiting in front of it, so I was in for a wait. Now, the shower doors weren't completely solid, but only a really determined perv could have seen anything worthwhile through them. Instead, I tried to catch the eye of The Danger, who was just about able to see over the top of the door. I stood there, towel around my waist, hands on hips, tapping my foot and rolling my eyes in exaggerated frustration that I was going to have to wait a while. She chuckled, looked down and to the side, and beckoned with her hand, mouthing "come on". "Huh?" I walked over towards the door and stood two paces from it. "What do you mean?" "I said come on" "Are you serious?" "Hurry up before I change my mind" I took my towel from around my waist, tossed it over the top of the door, and stepped in. She was standing at 90 degrees to the door, her right heel raised a little to keep things discreet, looking at the partition between this cubicle and the next. Her hair was shaped into a ponytail, falling down over her right shoulder, just about covering her right nipple. She was completely naked, but serene, in control of the situation, whereas I was standing there, shaking, in utter disbelief. "Right, let's get it out of the way." She turned towards me, locked eyes, put her hands on my shoulders. I do my best to be a gentleman, and she knows it, otherwise I suppose I wouldn't be there. I wouldn't so much as break eye contact without her consent. "Go ahead and look." She looked down, and so did I. The water from the shower was flowing down her untied hair, dripping from a tiny waterfall at the edge of her small breast, down towards her flat stomach. I followed it as it became channeled by invisible downy hairs, across the tiny curve below her belly button, towards the little patch of reddish-brown between her legs. Unforgettable. But I couldn't let my gaze dwell too long. Can't be greedy. Just a glimpse. I looked back up and met her eye. She had one eyebrow raised. We both grinned. The grin broke into a laugh. Ice broken. Curiosity satisfied. Let's get clean, shall we? I'd love to tell you we spent the next half hour in there soaping each other up, but that's not what happened. We just took turns under the shower head, got ourselves good and clean, and giggled a lot, while I struggled to keep it below half mast. A playful hip bump here, a shoulder nudge there, but that's about it. Conscious of other people waiting, we were done after ten minutes or so. By the time we stepped out we were both feeling a lot less inhibited than when we got in, so we walked back to the changing area uncovered. We put our towels on our spots on the benches and sat down facing each other, drying off in the warm air. It didn't matter who saw us now. We stayed like that for a few minutes, exchanging smirks, shaking our heads at what we'd just done. We got dressed and headed back in the light of the golden hour, feeling brand new. As we walked along the old railway track, she took hold of my upper arm and leaned in. "Don't tell anybody, OK?" "I told you, it's only a big deal if you make it a big deal." "Right. No big deal. Who are we going to watch tonight?" --- PS: The Danger and I never did get it together. That was as good as it got. |
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I've been to a few nudist resorts with communal showers, and there seems to be two categories of female showerers (is that even a word?). Those that face the wall and those that face out.
My wife will face the wall unless someone strikes a conversation with her; and if that happens she will turn around only briefly. My ex - as well as some women I've seen - will not only face out; but will proceed with lathering up tits, ass and sometimes even pussy while interacting with other people. Even if it's just "confident practicality" in their eyes, they must be aware of the optics to men of a woman openly running her hands all over her body. Because otherwise it's just "plausible deniability." |
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I went once to a public sauna in Germany with a female colleague my age. We had not seen each other naked before. It was totally casual, no flirting or anything, we were both in a relationship. There were two showers opposite each other and when we went to take a shower she kept facing me. I did likewise. I guess she enjoyed the view as much as I did. I am pretty fit with visible abs so don't know if that had anything to do with it.
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I was staying at a nudist resort overnight; it was pretty late and my wife had fallen asleep. I was restless so I decided to go hit the hot-tub. There was no one else there. Then a rather attractive woman showed up, sat on the top ledge of the pool dipping her legs in the water; and we just started casually chatting. As I recall she was a school teacher. After a while, she then got up, got in the shower by the hot-tub; facing me while continuing our conversation. So there we were, just the two of us; with me looking up at her completely naked in the shower. My thoughts were immediately: "Wait...is she trying to seduce me?" Then she joined me in the hot-tub, sitting in the opposite end, and we just continued our 'very normal" conversation. I was a bit confused by the situation. I left a short while later; and she smiled at me before sprawling out in the hot-tub. Thinking back on the situation, because it was so late she was probably thinking she'd have the hot-tub to herself. But I was there. As I displayed nothing but "gentlemanly" conduct, maintaining eye contact, she probably assessed me as "trustworthy." So she likely thought nothing of showering in front of me and being seen in "full-frontal" naked glory. There was of course a part of me that would have liked to think she was being "sexy for me"; but that was actually pretty unlikely, as she must have seen me with my wife earlier that day. Confident nudist women can be hard to read; because they "see things differently" from men. What can appear to be seductive might just be comfort/confidence. The line can be blurry. |
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Context is everything. I have had so many casual conversations with naked women in the showers of my local sauna. Just chatting about the temperature of the water, or sharing shampoo, or whatever. Totally relaxed, not even in an "act normal" way, just completely matter-of-fact. Like of course we're naked, we're in the shower. If you weren't OK with it you wouldn't have come here. And these women aren't nudists either, they're just comfortable being naked in this context.
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Agreed! I enjoy seeing my wife naked in any situation, but the most enjoyable is when she's naked amongst others and just casual about it, like in a communal co-ed shower and she's happily sharing soap, shampoo, etc., while nude. Usually at a resort or at the occasional nude beach that has showers or footwashes.
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This is a repost from some time ago, sorry if you don't want to read it again.
My wife and I used to go to a particular nudist resort where there was a series of shower heads just outside the clubhouse. This resort was very much not a “family friendly” venue, minors were forbidden, and it catered to long haul truckers with ample parking for several big rigs. It wasn’t required for visitors to disrobe, and many times the clothed outnumbered the naked, especially in the clubhouse. The seating was arranged so those sitting inside could watch anyone shower and there was always particular interest when a woman did so. There were several not so observable showers located around the resort and most of the time women would use those rather than “put on a show” for the non nudist truckers. After watching others, both men and women, my wife remarked that the showers were set up purposely for the entertainment of those inside. One rather hot muggy afternoon, while she and I (both naked) sat having a beer in the clubhouse, she being mischievous and rather turned on by being only one of a couple of naked women in a room of probably 30 clothed truckers, she whispered for me to sit still and watch. She proceeded to walk naked through the sea of men and outside to the shower heads. The men there took immediate notice and it seemed that every one of them were now looking at my naked wife. She proceeded to adjust the water then stepped into the water stream and wet herself completely. Her hair at that time was well below her waist and the sight of her amble breasts and full but trimmed bush had every man’s attention. For the next 15 – 20 minutes she slowly lathered, washed and rinsed every part of her body, paying special attention to her tits, pussy, and asshole. I overheard several comments from the men around me as to what her performance was doing to them. After she finished washing, she slowly dried herself being sure that what part of herself she was drying was the part of her that was best viewed from the clubhouse. She walked back in to me and smiling, quietly asked if I enjoyed the show and if I thought anyone else had watched her. Needless to say, we didn’t need to buy any more beer the rest of the afternoon. (this is just how my wife acts at a nude resort. she is just super casual and doesn't mind if non-nudist are there just to see a naked woman. she laughs about it and knows exactly what she is doing. her philosophy is that she is at a nude resort and she's supposed to be naked and will be looked at so she might as well make the most of it and enjoy the attention. that's why I love to take her places.) |
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