Melissa at lavender kitchen made a thought-provoking post recently about skinnydipping at a hotel in Utah. It got me thinking about teenaged girls swimming naked, which I think is something that should be encouraged, especially in public places, as it is a Good Thing for Everyone. Female readers: please take note of this.
She mentioned something about a leering old man up in the second-story gallery, who smiled and went away when she made eye contact with him. If it had been me, I would have done a cannonball from the upper story right into the deep end, still wearing my work clothes.
But everyone is different, I suppose. What is your skinny dipping story?
i’m not telling you, because you are obviously a pervert bent on google domination.
No, no, I’m sincere.
my skinny dipping story is, i don’t have one, but i wish i did.
ok, i’ll tell you mine. back in hippie days ['69, i think] my roommate and i were doing pot and mescaline together on a regular basis. late one night after a joint, she said, “let’s go skinny dipping.” i would never have agreed if i wasn’t stoned to the gills. too shy.
we drove to nearby cedar lake in minneapolis and found a secluded spot. i was nervous because i had never done this before, and of course, i was self-conscious about my weight. my naturally blonde roomie was a gorgeous, 6-foot-tall, 180-pound Amazon. i was a 5’7″, 165-pound frump. but it was dark, so i felt safe.
the water felt wonderful on my skin. i couldn’t believe what a difference it made not to be wearing a swimsuit. my boobs floated and looked quite perky. i didn’t feel heavy any more.
and then two drunken jerks spotted us from the shore, tore off their clothes and swam in after us. why do guys just assume that naked women want sex, huh? and how could they tell we were naked in the dark? they must have had ‘skinnydip’ radar.
being a nice girl from minnesota, i tried to be polite but it isn’t easy when you don’t have any clothes on. the guys chose which girl they wanted [why don't girls get to choose?] and made their moves.
trust me, feeling a strange penis between your legs in the water is not a turn-on. roomie and i pushed the assholes off us and made for shore with the guys shouting after us, ‘hey, what’s your problem, bitch?’ oh yeah, a real turn-on. [otoh, i guess we were lucky we didn't get raped.]
i never skinny-dipped again, dammit.
There are some guys too shy or too shocked to even try. I went skinny dipping in the middle of a village called Nozawa Onsen in Japan with a Japanese skiteacher. It is a place where people boil veggies and eggs during the day, very hot water, but there is one pool, that only village people know, where you can go in without boiling everything in your body. So we went in at 3am, called the local pub and had us some hot sake served. This is still a scandal in Nozawa after I think about 15 years or so. But it was great fun.
Hey mig, did I forget to tell you that one?
after the firefly story nothing can shock me.
I was at a friend’s house spending the night.
They lived on a lake and her brother and I went down to the shore. He suggested skinnydipping, but I didn’t really want to do it. He did it and when he pulled his pants off, he was really hard. I wish now I had gone ahead and done it!