Ever seen an entirely platonic female friend naked or topless?

[jimmybob69]

Originally Posted by Omega88

Good to know - though doubt could ever get the mrs. to go. She says she would be willing to go topless, and maybe more, but would have to be away some place, like the islands or Mexico. My luck, she would see someone she knows and the whole thing would stop dead in its tracks.

If my wife said she would be willing to go topless I would take her wherever she wanted to go. I've taken her to Orient Beach, Gunnison Beach, Playalinda Beach, Haulover Beach, Cypress Cove and Caliente Resort. She goes with me because I will go without her, but she does not participate.

We have a portable flagpole that we take with us and run up the Stars and Stripes and the Saltire and every time I set it up I ask her if this will be time that she will let me run her top up on the flagpole.

She hasn't said yes yet and I really don't expect her to.

I still go because it is something I enjoy doing and would be resentful if she tried to stop me.

[Omega88]

Originally Posted by jimmybob69

If my wife said she would be willing to go topless I would take her wherever she wanted to go. I've taken her to Orient Beach, Gunnison Beach, Playalinda Beach, Haulover Beach, Cypress Cove and Caliente Resort. She goes with me because I will go without her, but she does not participate.

We have a portable flagpole that we take with us and run up the Stars and Stripes and the Saltire and every time I set it up I ask her if this will be time that she will let me run her top up on the flagpole.

She hasn't said yes yet and I really don't expect her to.

I still go because it is something I enjoy doing and would be resentful if she tried to stop me.

There is saying "yes" in idle conversation and then there is "yes" and really meaning it. The past several years have been working on reducing her strict dress code and moving to a more relaxed attitude - braless at home is now the rule and with increasing frequency when out for errands, etc. So some progress. But this is not the thread for this topic...

[fordguy2001]

Originally Posted by Sioux45

I did an activity back in 2008 called drum corps and after shows everyone changes on a bus mixed gender. The friend I saw sat in the front of the bus and was in the color guard. Being in the color guard means that you wear a strapless bra and a body suit under the uniform. So after one show I remember being late so the guard was already on the bus so I walked on the bus and look up and I see this girls bare boobs which were around a B up and bare kitty and she didn't bother to cover up because she was putting on clothes. I apologized for that and she said don't worry about it its drum corps. Also in my experience I saw a number of peoples boobs and pussys sometimes shaved sometimes not. It was great to see the various types of boobs from perky to saggy always fun on the bus.

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[Fox Mulder]

Having lived a life that includes a lot of work in the great outdoors, I've had ample opportunities to see platonic friends in various states of nudity through camping/skinny dipping and a little lucky voyeurism. One recent view was the 39 year old wife of a co worker. "Emily" is from Maine. She's a mother of two. She has beautiful, chocolate brown eyes, dark hair and a perpetual smile. She is very athletic and has a terrific, lean, muscular body. She's my kinda woman.
On a work related outing last summer I was sitting quietly on a rock beside a river. It was evening, everyone had eaten. I went for a walk hoping for a little solitude before the sun went down. I was not far from where we were all camped. Emily came down to the river alone. I was up river from her about 50 yards. I guess I was mostly obscured by the tree line. I saw her come down to the water's edge looking furtively around her. She was dressed in a tank top, cut off blue jeans shorts and sandals. As her fingers moved to the bottom of her tank, I silently mouthed the words "Oh please..."
Off came the top. Her breasts were very small. I like 'em that way. Her arms and neck were tan, but her chest was Maine pale. Her nipples were hard and sticking out nicely. It was somehow extra exciting to see their rosey tone against her pale chest. Before I could get used to the idea that I was actually seeing her breasts, off came the shorts and panties. She had a thick, dark bush that she obviously didn't believe in trimming. Had she been in a bikini bottom, her wild pubes would be peaking out the leg holes. From the main triangle, a little trail of hair pointed up toward her bellybutton. On anyone else that might have been too much hair...but on this Earth Mama it was extremely appropriate. She eased that gorgeous body into the water, gasping at its chill. She had a little biodegradable soap with which she quickly lathered her pussy, ass and pits. A couple of rinsing dips and she was done, back on the riverbank drying herself off.
She slipped on her purple nylon/lace panties, then the tank top and finally the sandals. Show over. But when the show ended, the fantasies began. All night I cast glances at her all cuddled up beside her husband. I had thought of how it would be to fuck her before...but now I have real naked pictures in my head. Ever since then, she's been one of my favorite wanks. I often imagine myself exploring the
jungle of her pubic hair and can almost smell and taste the warm wet lips hidden there. Hints of biodegradable soap... The fantasies are all the better because I've known this couple a few years and had several delightful conversations with her. I wonder sometimes how she would feel to see into my fantasies. Maybe it would upset her. Maybe she'd be amused or flattered. But that's the beauty of imagination...no one has to know. No one gets hurt.

[SixPointFive]

Had a platonic female friend growing up. As we got older we used to stay over at each other's places now and then. When getting ready for bed, my friend thought nothing of stripping off in front of me, even standing there topless whilst carrying on a conversation. She, in turn fully expected me to change in front of her, making no attempt to hide the fact she was staring at my Penis, getting a good look at it.

[jiinx81]

Originally Posted by Omega88

Did you ever tell your friend what you found on his crew's drive? Or ask why that crew had another crew's topless photos? Or the pics of the younger woman? Seems like a whole lotta sumthin' is going on that foredeck or just while they are riding the rail.... Maybe it was due to the Mt Gay at the regatta parties? Where was this all happening? Socal, SF or Chess Bay, NYC area, other?

Omega, I hadn't told anyone about it until I posted here. The "star" of the pictures was the crewmate who loaned me the thumb drive. Many racing boats around these parts have women crew members, as most participants are more social than cutthroat racers. I'm sure her gal pal took her pictures, and I'm sure that she took the ones of her beautiful girlfriend. This is in the Chesepeake Bay area.

[Omega88]

Originally Posted by jiinx81

Omega, I hadn't told anyone about it until I posted here. The "star" of the pictures was the crewmate who loaned me the thumb drive. Many racing boats around these parts have women crew members, as most participants are more social than cutthroat racers. I'm sure her gal pal took her pictures, and I'm sure that she took the ones of her beautiful girlfriend. This is in the Chesepeake Bay area.

Do you think she just forgot those pics were on the drive, or was there possibly an ulterior motive? Now that would be interesting... Presumably you have seen her since the drive exchange - probably have returned the drive after carefully copying all the sailing related photos [pics with sailing gear count!] Was anything discussed, or simply left at a "Thanks for the photos" Know I would have been tempted to drop a couple innuendos along with a wink, but sounds like she probably would not have appreciated that. At least her public, professional exterior would not... but you know what dwells beneath that placid water...

[DiegoJames]

When I was 17 I used to get the bus home from school and Jill, the 18 year old girl who lived next door to me, and went to a different school, was on it too.

She looked...rather plain and not a stunner by any stretch of the imagination, and because of this she became the butt of some other fellow pupils jokes on the bus. So much so that I would regularly have to wade into this form of bullying to defend her because I thought the bullying was wrong and because she was my neighbour. So she started to wait at the bus stop to make sure I was on the bus so that her 'knight in shining armour', as she took to calling me, could and did defend her.

We weren't, other than that, close. Conversation on the walk home from the bus stop pretty much revolved around homework.

Anyway...cut to near the end of the summer holidays and I'd not seen her since school broke up as we had our own circles of friends. My parents were at work and the doorbell rang one really wet lunchtime. It was Jill, who was now waiting for results in order to go on to university, while I was going into my last year. She had some books she no longer needed, notes on Shakespeare plays and the like, and she asked if I wanted them. Great! It would save me some money to take these rather than buy copies.

In the pre-internet, pre mobile phone days, older readers may recall, a really wet day in summer meant you could do almost...nothing!

I'd been in my bedroom, listening to records, bored insensible and playing Solitaire. I invited her in, we went up to my bedroom. There was nothing irregular with that, our bedrooms became our dens and whenever we called with anyone or they with us the bedroom was the gathering place of choice. The posters on the walls and records in a pile were our identity in our space.

We chatted for a while, mostly about her dreams for university. I don't remember how or why we got onto the subject or why, perhaps it was the deck of cards on my desk, but next thing I know we're in a game of strip poker to while away a miserable summer's afternoon.

I'd lose a hand, she'd lose a hand. I'd lose a hand, she'd lose a hand. I'm down to my boxer shorts and she's in bra and panties and I'm holding a flush. I'm pretty sure I'm about to win, my heart's pounding in my throat but simultaneously thinking she'll chicken out if she loses.

Sure enough, she loses. Ever the 'knight in shining armour' I say 'that was fun, would you like a cup of tea?', wanting to save her from embarrassment.

Rather than make excuses or call the game to a halt, and to my total shock, Jill reaches behind her, unclips her bra and throws it on my bed. Man!!!!!! She may not have been a looker but her breasts were perfect! I'd be pretty confident I was the first guy ever to lay eyes on those beauties!

She's blushing crimson, but laughs 'your turn to deal and the game's not finished until someone loses everything'.

I'm as hard as mahogany by now, but it's not being displayed as we're both sitting down.

I deal. We play. And I lose!

My heart's racing, my throat's dry and I'm wondering how to get out of the situation when I decide...sod it, I'm going to go for it. I stand up, pull off my briefs and spring free.

Jill laughs as I sit down again quickly.

'One more hand', she says, 'then I have to go'.

'I've nothing left to lose', I reply.

'Just one more hand'.

So we play and this time she loses. She stands up, pulls off her panties, twirls them on a finger and tosses them with the rest of her clothes, then spins around does a little curtsy for me, laughing all the while. A magnificent full bush on display, as well as the most perfect, perky buttocks, as well as her pert, russet tipped breasts. 'I didn't want you to feel disadvantaged', she giggles.

And as quickly as it began, we're then dressing in silence, and I'm beginning to go limp again.

Dressed, the conversation returned to notes about Shakespeare. We didn't touch, kiss or anything else and while I'm trying to hold a conversation on 'Macbeth' inside my head's is trying to process 'WTF just happened here????'.

Twenty minutes later she makes her excuses, leaves, and I'm still trying to process the previous hour.

A couple of weeks later she'd left for university and I never saw her again. By the time she returned home from her first year I was touring Europe before heading off to university myself. Just the memory of that magnificent hour burned into my brain. I've no idea if she engineered it, or if it was my 'reward' for being that knight in shining armour. I have to tell you though, stripped naked all ideas of her being 'plain' went out of the window. She looked like an absolute stunner!

[Omega88]

Great story. Do you think back and wonder "if only ___" what might have happened or are you glad things ended the way they did? I have lost count of the "if only" situations where I should have done X but I did Y... X would have been a lot more fun.

[DiegoJames]

Originally Posted by Omega88

Great story. Do you think back and wonder "if only ___" what might have happened or are you glad things ended the way they did? I have lost count of the "if only" situations where I should have done X but I did Y... X would have been a lot more fun.

No. The situation came out of left-field so quickly I'd no time to weigh up options. It was just weird at the time (and weird now). I certainly wouldn't have had condoms lying around my teenage bedroom and she was almost certainly not on contraception, and both of us were inexperienced. 99.9% certain she was a virgin and I'd only have had maybe 1-2 experiences of sex at that time, so we weren't in any sort of position to evaluate.

Now, of course, I'd have taken things further, looker or not. Then, no. Glad in a way it turned out as it did and if she remembers me at all it's as her 'knight in shining armour', not as someone who jumped her bones and robbed her of her virginity in a hurried and messily inexperience manner.