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| Having somebody notice, ...."aunt flow" | |
| It was on my second Wes Pac on board the USS Dixie, we were out to sea, and the head in the supply berthing compartment was out of order. So to take a shower or do the other things one dose in a head we had to go aft and use the Deck and Engineering Dept's. bething compatments and use theirs. On night after getting off work I headed aft to take a shower. While in the shower some A#*hole stole my towel, clothes, and shaving kit. There I was all wet at the other end of the ship from my rack and locker. With no other choice I took a deep breath and headed foreword out through the deck berthing out past the ships laundry then past the post office, into the machine shop, onto the aft mess decks, where the crew was watching the evening movie, through the chow line, onto the foreword mess deck where poeple were playing cards and things like that, up past the ships store and into the supply berthing. The only thing foreword of the supply head was the anchor chain locker, and aft of the deck head was the ocean. I think I walked 300 to 350 feet of the ships total length of 530 feet that night with nothing on but a smile and my shower shoes. I can laugh about it now, but would like to meet the person who took my stuff. For I have a boot I would like for him to meet, and to bury it! | |
| Before becoming aa nudist, I would not have found that funny either...now it's hysterical. How would you pull that off at a nudist resort? Leave clothes next to the showers?LOL | |
| Back in the early 90s I would vacation in Florida in the winter and spend like 10 days at paradise lakes or Cypress Cove. one day I had to go our to the store and I had not dressed in 6 days. i got in the car and drove out jsut past the gate only to realize i was still nude. You know when you spend so many days straight without clothes, you forget you are nude. Well I sure did. I turned around and went back and dressed then went to the store. I hate to think how many times that will happen when we finally live in a resort. | |
| Iv'e heard this story from about every nudist living in a resort. Your not alone. lol. They all say they keep a spare change of clothes in the car..JIC | |
| When I was 17 I went streaking and was caught by the police. It was the summer of 1974 in the town of Chester, CT, a small New England town where everything closes by 8pm and there is nothing for bored teenagers to do in the summer. My sister's boyfriend and future husband was over our house and after watching TV until about midnight he sugested we go streaking. I thought he was just joking but I didn't want to back down from a dare. I resisted at first, but finally gave in. I disrobed in my bedroom, put on my bathrobe, and went down to the front porch where Fred was waiting naked. I had no choice but to call the bluff, so I shed the robe and joined him. We lived a short distance from the center of town so we headed in that direction. Now to say we were streaking is not entirely accurate. The streets were deserted. We walked more than ran. We had a little fun with the few cars that drove by. We stuck out our thumbs like we were hitchhiking for one. We mooned another. We were enjoying being nude in the warm summer air, so much so we didn't think anyone would call the cops. We were allready starting to head home when Fred saw the lights of the cruiser. We ran around the corner heading up West Main Street toward home, hoping the cop didn't see us. He did. We had a good head start, unfortunately West Main goes up the side of a hill. On one side is a steep hill embackment, on the other a row of buildings. It was like a canyon. There were no alleys or lawns to cut across, no place to hide. Our only hope of escape was a dirt road 100 yards up the hill which lead to an old mill. But before we reached it the cop turned on to West Main and saw us head down the mill road. As soon as we were a few feet down the road and out of sight of the cop, Fred jumped over the fence bordering the road and into some thick bushes where he was able to hide. I continued to the end of the fence, where I turned toward the mill and nearby stream. It was a shallow stream and it had been a dry summer, so I knew I could make it across. On the other side were some houses with open yards and a road beyond. I douted the cop would follow me into the water. The plan almost worked. I was close to the stream when the cop stopped his car and got out. However while the front of the mill was lighted the area around the stream was not. As I entered the darkness, I didn't see the tree or the edge of the wall. The mill site was probally 200 years old. A stone retaining wall about 4 feet high had been built along the edge of the stream and over the years trees had grown along the banks, some right next to the wall. I ran into one of those trees when I ran off the wall. As I fell my leg became wedged between the tree and the wall. My other leg could barely touch the ground. I was pinned like an insect on flypaper. Try as I might I could not free myself. About a minute later the cop found me and pulled me free. Then he took me to the cruiser where he handcuffed me. For those who have never expeirenced it, when your naked and some puts handcuffs on you, you do feel a little uncomfortable. Fortunately the cop was decent guy and when I explained I lived near by he took me home so I could dress before taking me to the station. I was later released and no charges were filed. Fred made it back with quite a few thorns in his butt from the bushes. Though my mom was very upset when the cop took me away, by the next morning it was all a big joke at my expense. I was embarrassed at getting caught and all the joking comments I would endure for some time. But I did enjoy being nude and knew it was something I wanted to do again, but without the handcuffs. I found out later it was an aunt of mine who called the cops when she was out delivering newspapers. I think she was the car we mooned. I wonder why she didn't recognise me? | |
| Kids in my high school were suspended for being caught having sex under the bleachers, when the young mans' braces caught the girl's nipple! Fire truck, paramedics, the whole nine! During a football game! The whole school peered under the seats, blood rushing to their heads as the medic scratched her head with tweezers in one hand and a walkie talkie in the other! OMG! | |
| my embarrassing moment was when I steped out one morning to get the paper and meet the carrier .I do not know who was more surprised me or her the only thing I could do was to say hi and thanks when she handed me the paper. though she has not changed her drop off times. | |
| This didn't happen to me, but I felt so bad for the guy it might as well have. During college and living in the dorm (they didn't have co-ed dorms there) this one guy used to go to the shower from his room nude. When he got back to his room, he grabbed his penis and threw the door open and pretended that his penis was a machine gun and he was spraying the room with bullets... to the horror of his girlfriend... and her parents who were visiting the campus! | |
| There are so many to choose from. A recent moment was a couple of years ago when I had a "wardrobe malfunction" at work and split out the crotch of my jeans. I used duct tape to repair the damage until I could get another pair of pants. One of my coworkers walked into the server room, saw me, and rolled on the floor laughing her ass off. | |
| I drive nude quite a bit. A couple of times I've almost gotten outta the car and remembered I needed to slip on some shorts and t shirt. One day, after we had moved to our new home, I had to return to the old house and do some fix its before the new owners took possession. I left the new home, over an hour away, and headed back to the old house. I packed the car with all I needed to accomplish the tasks. I had a pair of shorts, a t shirt and flip flops by the door to the garage. I continued to load the car, got a cold drink for the road, opened the garage door, jumped in naked and headed to the old house. I still had a garage door opener so I opened the garage door to the old house, drove right into the garage and jumped out naked and unloaded the car. Got inside and started my projects and forgot a few things. I figured I'd just go over to Home Depot and get them. I got back in the car, looked around to make sure I had my shorts and t shirt and flip flops..........NOPE...forgot them at the new house....over an hour away! What was I gonna do? I was going to have to drive all the way back to the new house and get some clothes. Started to back out of the garage and the "low fuel" bell and light goes on! I'm running outta gas! I need to stop at the gas station and put gas in the car and I'm naked! I must have jockied that car for 10 mins to give me the smallest amount of shielding I could get with that car! I made it without being seen, drove all the way back to the new house, got my clothes, stopped at the hardware store, got what I needed, got back in the car, got naked, drove to the old house, fixed all the stuff and got back in the car naked and drove back home......What a long day........but I got to drive naked! LOL | |
| Though now I don't really consider it an embarrassing moment, this happened to me many years ago when my kids were still in their pre-teens. My two boys and I returned from a weekend camping trip. My wife and a female friend of ours had gone to a concert together that night. After I got the kids showered and off to bed, I took a shower myself to get all the sweat, dirt and grime off me from two days of camping. I was completely exhausted. After my shower, I decided to go into the den, and since the kids were already asleep, I decided to stay nude. I stretched out on the sofa and watched some TV to unwind. It didn't take long before I fell asleep. The next thing I know, I hear female voices coming down the hall to the den. It was my wife and our friend, back from the concert. As late as it was, I really didn't think the friend would come in the house, but just get in her car and head back home. Suddenly, they appeared in the doorway to the den and there I was totally naked on the sofa, still half groggy from sleeping. My wife made some remark about how embarrased she was that our friend saw me. Our friend said I had probably been that way since the kids went to bed, which was true. My wife then said she would go get something for me to put on, but I said, what the hell, our friend had already seen me naked, so why bother. With that both women came into the room and sat down. I didn't feel any shame or embarrassment. We sat there and talked about the camping trip for almost an hour, me completely naked the entire time. A few days later, I asked the friend if I had embarrassed her. She said no, it was no problem. The wife though thought that I had done all this on purpose, which was not true at all. She was mad for a few days, but soon got over it. | |
| The Restroom Conversation/Encounter In 1984 I went to Italy with the USAF for a month, like most of our overseas trips we had more time than we should have; to sight see. On this particular day, I was traveling with a group of guys to Venice. They had decided that we should visit a beach across the harbor, as it might be a topless beach. What the heck, I was 19 and I would have got lost without them anyway, I am sure. ;-) While at the beach I felt the old familiar urge that comes to everyone that travels overseas. The revenge of Montezuma and the gastronomical distress, which is caused by the new bacteria. Looking around frantically I spied the appropriate building to take care of it. Now in Italy at that time, they still commonly used the toilet that is lovingly referred to as the bomb drop. Simply put, a hole in the floor that you squat over. They can be fancy ceramic affairs with indentations for your feet etc. The building was largish maybe 20? by 20? with only three walls; one wall was completely open to the beach area. The remaining three walls were lined up side-by-side, with the squat toilets. No stalls, no girl and boy buildings, just about 30 some holes in the floor. Well now seeing this arrangement gave me a bit of a pause and I thought I could probably wait till I got back to the hotel in 5 hours. Well that lasted a mere minute or so, luckily we were there in late September and there were not many visitors about and the place was completely empty. So I chose a hole on the left and hoped to be in and out as quick as possible. I had no sooner had myself mostly centered over the hole, when I look over and see someone enter the building. Now the building is completely empty mind you, except for me. The young lady looked about and purposely strode over towards me, pulled down her drawers and squats at the hole right next to me. Then she commences to talk to me, she is from England, here on holiday; she is a college student at so & so. I was still a bit locked up from contorting my body into the squat and had not yet started the evacuation process. When she let loose with her bowels; as she was also suffering from Montezuma and his curse. So here we are talking and both of us are making rather loud sounds and getting the nice echo feature that this sort of building gives out. This goes on for what I remember as hours, but I am sure was mere minutes. When it comes time to; well ; to wipe. This requires that I remove my hand; from which I had been using to hide something from her. As well as using that hand to make sure I did not pee on my shoes or trousers, which I did on my first use of this type toilet. ;-( The problem with the wipe is that by now my legs are a bit cramped and I am unsteady, the young lady realizes my distress and in a helpful move she places a balancing hand on me to help steady me. This might seem alright; except that now her hand is mere inches away, from that which I had been trying to hide from her. Even worse she is talking to me still and looking straight at what I had been hiding from her gaze. Now I am wiping as quickly and as best that I can, when I notice what she is looking at. Did I mention she was cute and that I was only 19 years old. By now certain natural things have started to take over and she is watching even more closely and sort of giggling at my predicament. ( At least that is what I hope she was giggling at) After finishing with the wipe I get ready to stand up and get the hell out of there. However; she is still gazing intently and smiling too. Now attempting to stand up from a squat with things in that state, are far from graceful to say the least. She slowly removed her hand still never looking away and I quite awkwardly stand up and try to put things away as gracefully as possible. Well I almost fall into her, and it did not go gracefully at all. Now fully clothed and ready to bolt out of there; when she asks for my help in steadying her as she wipes. This became even more awkward, as I was standing next to her and her eye level was at just the right height and things had not yet returned to normal. By now I feel she is quite enjoying making me uncomfortable and she is still gazing at my predicament; smiling and sort of giggling at the same time. Eventually, years later she finishes, I help her stand up, she pulls up her drawers (yes I looked away, because , well I don?t know why). She leans over gives me a kiss on the cheek and says ?Thanks Ever So Much , you made my day?. Then off we go to wash our hands and I never see her again. Unfortunately for me this is all true and one of the most embarrassing things to ever happen to me, luckily not witnessed by anyone else. Although the guys did see me leave with her and asked about it later on, in the train, I of course, made up some plausible sounding story. This is the cleaned up version, it was actually a bit worse. ;-) | |
| The Restroom Conversation/Encounter In 1984 I went to Italy with the USAF for a month, like most of our overseas trips we had more time than we should have; to sight see. On this particular day, I was traveling with a group of guys to Venice. They had decided that we should visit a beach across the harbor, as it might be a topless beach. What the heck, I was 19 and I would have got lost without them anyway, I am sure. ;-) While at the beach I felt the old familiar urge that comes to everyone that travels overseas. The revenge of Montezuma and the gastronomical distress, which is caused by the new bacteria. Looking around frantically I spied the appropriate building to take care of it. Now in Italy at that time, they still commonly used the toilet that is lovingly referred to as the bomb drop. Simply put, a hole in the floor that you squat over. They can be fancy ceramic affairs with indentations for your feet etc. The building was largish maybe 20? by 20? with only three walls; one wall was completely open to the beach area. The remaining three walls were lined up side-by-side, with the squat toilets. No stalls, no girl and boy buildings, just about 30 some holes in the floor. Well now seeing this arrangement gave me a bit of a pause and I thought I could probably wait till I got back to the hotel in 5 hours. Well that lasted a mere minute or so, luckily we were there in late September and there were not many visitors about and the place was completely empty. So I chose a hole on the left and hoped to be in and out as quick as possible. I had no sooner had myself mostly centered over the hole, when I look over and see someone enter the building. Now the building is completely empty mind you, except for me. The young lady looked about and purposely strode over towards me, pulled down her drawers and squats at the hole right next to me. Then she commences to talk to me, she is from England, here on holiday; she is a college student at so & so. I was still a bit locked up from contorting my body into the squat and had not yet started the evacuation process. When she let loose with her bowels; as she was also suffering from Montezuma and his curse. So here we are talking and both of us are making rather loud sounds and getting the nice echo feature that this sort of building gives out. This goes on for what I remember as hours, but I am sure was mere minutes. When it comes time to; well ; to wipe. This requires that I remove my hand; from which I had been using to hide something from her. As well as using that hand to make sure I did not pee on my shoes or trousers, which I did on my first use of this type toilet. ;-( The problem with the wipe is that by now my legs are a bit cramped and I am unsteady, the young lady realizes my distress and in a helpful move she places a balancing hand on me to help steady me. This might seem alright; except that now her hand is mere inches away, from that which I had been trying to hide from her. Even worse she is talking to me still and looking straight at what I had been hiding from her gaze. Now I am wiping as quickly and as best that I can, when I notice what she is looking at. Did I mention she was cute and that I was only 19 years old. By now certain natural things have started to take over and she is watching even more closely and sort of giggling at my predicament. ( At least that is what I hope she was giggling at) After finishing with the wipe I get ready to stand up and get the hell out of there. However; she is still gazing intently and smiling too. Now attempting to stand up from a squat with things in that state, are far from graceful to say the least. She slowly removed her hand still never looking away and I quite awkwardly stand up and try to put things away as gracefully as possible. Well I almost fall into her, and it did not go gracefully at all. Now fully clothed and ready to bolt out of there; when she asks for my help in steadying her as she wipes. This became even more awkward, as I was standing next to her and her eye level was at just the right height and things had not yet returned to normal. By now I feel she is quite enjoying making me uncomfortable and she is still gazing at my predicament; smiling and sort of giggling at the same time. Eventually, years later she finishes, I help her stand up, she pulls up her drawers (yes I looked away, because , well I don?t know why). She leans over gives me a kiss on the cheek and says ?Thanks Ever So Much , you made my day?. Then off we go to wash our hands and I never see her again. Unfortunately for me this is all true and one of the most embarrassing things to ever happen to me, luckily not witnessed by anyone else. Although the guys did see me leave with her and asked about it later on, in the train, I of course, made up some plausible sounding story. This is the cleaned up version, it was actually a bit worse. ;-) | |
| For some reason, my B.S. alarm went off. Perhaps this should be in the fiction category. | |
| sorry it really happened, although it was much more ackward than I portrayed and I very nearly knocked her over trying to stand up. | |
| It was so embarrassing, I can't even write about it! | |
| I was thirteen years old when this happened: I am on the diving board of our neighborhood swimming pool, waving at girls while my parents respectively waved back at me, then I shouted a cannonball as I ran, my swimsuit flew right off, but I didn't notice. I get out of the pool, butt naked and dripping wet, I still do not feel anything missing, but there my parents began screaming at me, "BOY! Put your swimsuit back on!" But I didn't hear them cause of two reasons, I was smiling at the girls and they were smiling at me, but one of us was not wearing a thing, then I felt a breeze blow through my legs, looked down momentarily and chuckled to myself, "So, guess that was what they were smiling about?" My Dad leaped right into the cool pool and yanked my orange swimsuit, but his face was more red than mine, and all the while, being deaf and standing still, I said to him, "What's the suit for?" Sure all the others were wearing theirs, but me - I felt so free and I was only a little bit embarrassed by the looks the parents there gave me, but to this day, I am reminded by things we just have no control over. Wacky funny things that we try to put into words like how we feel about losing ourselves only to find the memory of what it was like to feel like we are still in some kind of paradise. I put the suit back on even though I wished I could have left it off. Guess I did it for the sake of those older than me so they can shield their children's eyes from gawking at my nakedness, but children's eyes when I was a child myself too? Ah - NO shame in hiding and no innocence in covering me up. Best is left uncovered like territory few dare to explore to see if even dreams like former memories to etch a sketch could draw a picture of a futuristic voyage through bliss on past-time's unbelievable joy. The funny fun moments of a present day, and tomorrow's delightful passion, beautiful as the charming boy I used to be. | |
| a few years ago i used to share a house with 4 woman two of them were very cute,.Anyway i used to l;ive i the celler as it looked like a pub and very soon it turned into the party room.Anyway one of these young ladies was a bit of a hippy she used to go on two week benders with my friend sausage,one night i was asleep naked in my sleeping bag and a leg came into the bag to my horror the poor girl was stoned drunk and naked trying to put my hands somewhere not to intamate wasnt easy but i managed to get her a spare sleeping bag from the cubord she whent to sleep on the floor ,but the next day she woke up what the f**** am i doing on your floor naked.I was also naked in my sleeping bag so i had to call for one of the other girls to collect her clothes wich were strewn all over the house and bring a towel so she could keep her modesty in tact:). | |
| At the end of my senior year of high school, 1978, my g/f and I decided not to participate in the school's organized "Ditch Day" festivities at one of the state beaches where we lived (near Santa Barbara, CA) Any way, we decided to head to a much more secluded beach for a little alone time, I was leaving for basic training right after graduation. My sister fixed us up with 2 bottles of Boone's Farm Mellow Days wine, remember that stuff?? There were a few old guys fishing, but it was a long stretch of beach, so we just looked for some place where we could have a little privacy. We were running up and down the beach naked, playing frisbee, swimming, eventually one thing lead to another and we found what we thought was a secluded area over the dunes out of sight of the beach. We forgot that we were only about 40 or 50 feet from a railroad track (we had to cross the tracks to get to the beach). Just as things were getting steamy, the 12:01 Amtrak comes roaring by... the whole train got a perfect view of our "Afternoon Delight" moment. It startled us, but there was no place to hide, so we just waved!! She was a good sport, we laughed about it with friends days later at my going away party. | |
| It was the 6th grade. I had ridden my bike to school and was standing around before school started just talking with the guys. The prettiest girl in the room came, tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Did you know the seat of your pants is ripped?" I reached back and sure enough it was but not JUST the seat! My pants were ripped from the bottom of the zipper clear down and around to the waist band in the back. Everything was showing! John | |
| When I was 15, one summer, I had the house to myself a LOT, as my mom had to work until evening. She had already accepted my propensity to be naked, as she had caught me a few years earlier, but that's another "embarrassing moment" story. I went out into the back yard one day, and decided to pull the weeds out of the flower bed we had along the back of our privacy fence. No neighbors could see into that area of the yard, so I was naked, and felt totally secure. My best friend, Amanda, had just gotten her driver's license that morning, so her dad let her have the car for the day, and she came to visit. She rang the door, but being out back, I didn't hear it, so she came around to the gate and peered over, and saw me on all fours, naked, pulling weeds, with my back/butt towards the gate. She thought it would be funny to sneak into the yard and creep up behind me, so she did. Totally oblivious to her behind me, I hear her yell, "DAMN Jen! WHERE are your CLOTHES?!?" I bolted up and turned around so fast that I lost my balance and fell back down, heart racing, and shaking all over. I was mildly relieved to see that it was just Amanda, and that she was laughing, but when she realized how shaken up I was, she consoled me and apologized for scaring me. She gave me a hand to stand up, and gave me a hug, and asked, "why are you naked?" I told her how much I liked the feeling and offered to go in and put something on, but she said, "no big deal to me. I mean, I've seen you nude before in gym, and now I've seen EVERYTHING! So you might as well stay naked if you want." So I did, and she stayed and helped with the rest of the weeding. I was amazed at how fast my mood changed from "overwhelming fear" to "total freedom." I have to admit that it was really arousing, but we didn't do anything sexual. As the rest of the morning and afternoon dragged on, I made sure she had seen me in about every position I could think up. | |
| I was visiting a natural hot springs in NewMexico. A few other folks were there too, we were all nude. I then fell asleep. When I woke up I was the only one there naked and there were like 20 some other people just milling around hiking and things. It must have been a tour bus or something! It was embarrassing for a few seconds but then I kinda liked it and left my clothes off the rest of the day. |
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