Originally Posted by Pookie-poo
...I'm only comfortable without clothing in the privacy of my own home!
only comfortable without clothing in the privacy of my own SHOWER.
But many moons ago, when I was briefly married (from 19 to 23), my then-husband had a work friend who lived in a clothing-optional apartment complex in Austin. One Saturday, we went out on errands, and one of his errands was delivering something to this friend.
The complex was built so that all the apartment doors were on the inside of a fully-enclosed courtyard, and there was a gate... it was all set up so no one could accidentally see inside at all. I could have waited in the car, but I was curious... so I went along.
We made it almost to the guy's apartment seeing nothing more shocking than a few people carrying strategically-placed laundry baskets and grocery bags... but then we turned a corner and suddenly, right at eye-level, there was a stark-nekkid fellow bouncing up and down on the diving board. And beyond him... nude water volleyball, nude sunbathing, nude inner-tube floating, nude barbecuing, you name it!
It was then that it dawned on me that my husband's friend
might well answer the door starkers, too -- so I screeched to a halt and there I stood, trying to decide between the known nudity out here and the unknown nudity within.
I said, "Michael, I don't think I locked the car," and skedaddled.