Ever seen an entirely platonic female friend naked or topless?

[piecenick]

I was on a business trip and had brought my assistant, Cindy, a pretty, young lady I was grooming to take my place. We went out with some people for dinner, then after dinner drinks, Cindy was a lightweight drinker and was obviously smashed of 2 drinks in 2 hours. We broke it off early and went back to our hotel, I asked Cindy if she was OK, she said sleep would cure her. We agreed to be ready for breakfast at 8:00am, we went to our rooms.

At 8:00 I tapped on Cindy's door, no answer, I tapped again, a couple of minutes later Cindy opened the door, chain attached, she stuck her face out and she said the drinks made her oversleep, she would meet me in the restaurant in a few minutes. I looked up to reply and there was a mirror on the wall behind her, I could see he whole naked backside. I told her I would cover for her and "by the way, you have a cute butt". She quickly shut the door.

Nowadays, that would be enough to get me fired, butt Cindy wasn't the vindictive type anyway. It was an inside joke between us for years.

[Menorca]

When I was still a boy, I went to visit my best friend.

We had a few drinks—he wasn't used to alcohol—and he eventually fell asleep.

When I walked over to his desk, I found some Polaroid photos of his girlfriend lying there; in them, she appeared first in her underwear, then topless, and finally completely naked.

I took my time looking at the photos and got an erection. I dropped my pants, took my cock in hand, and masturbated to her pictures.

I didn't notice when the young girl — her name was Ramona — walked into the room, as I was just on the verge of orgasm.

When I was finished, she looked at me—with the photos of herself still in my hands and my cum on my stomach.

However, she didn't look angry; she simply said, "Do you like what you see? There are even more photos..."

She pulled open another drawer and showed me pictures of herself lying with her legs spread wide, and then photos of herself masturbating and having sec with my mate.

I wanted more, begged her to fuck with me, but unfortunately, she wouldn't let me... My freind never found out anything about it...

[Felix222]

Back in my university days, I lived for a year or so in a large house near campus, shared with several friends. Not a lot of partying, but we often had people drop by for a meal or to hang out in the backyard for a few drinks. Among the occasional visitors was a gorgeous dark-haired student, active in the student union and such. Several of us were enjoying a hot summer afternoon, drinking wine, telling stories, dressed for the weather - shorts, t-shirts, bikinis. This young lady was a bit inebriated after a while. There were some wasps buzzing around, annoying us. I was sitting across the picnic table from her when a wasp landed on her ear and scared the heck out of her. The wine glass went flying when she slapped at the side of her head - but more interesting she slapped herself so hard that her bikini top literally fell off her boobs. She was a bit stunned for a moment as we stared. The boobs were just as delightful as I had imagined. She just laughed and pulled the top back on and found her glass for more wine. Great memory, Sheryl!

[soulac]

This was back in the day when things were a bit more conservative. 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. As soon as we got off the train the brunette said she her first priority was to go to the beach. So we changed into swimsuits in the train station bathrooms and spent the afternoon on the beach before heading to the hostel. Both girls were in one-piece suits. As soon as our towels were out the brunette laid face down and took her suit down to her hips to tan her back. She wanted a back rub; I obliged. I sat on her upper thighs. I took some liberties with her suit at her lower back and got a good view of the top of her bottom, perhaps even the whole top half of her soft, tender, pale white bottom. of course I massaged as low as I could go and was enjoying myself. The blonde was a little shocked, but didn't say anything.

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.

I was the first to take a shower. 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 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. (Maybe she wanted revenge for me seeing hers on the beach.) She was shocked when I went straight into her room. 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 embarrassment. 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 then went to my room to dry off and dress.

Of course, one of the most important parts of that story is that I was the first one to take a shower. You know what's coming, and, yes, I most certainly did. When she took her shower. I took her clothes. I figured she decided we were going to play the children's game I'll-show-you-mine-if-you-show-me-yours, so now it's her turn to show me hers.

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 off the water 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 (more precisely see longer and savor her embarrassment), 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 was enough for me.