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Shortly after we met, not having much money, we went to stay in a guest-house in Blackpool. It was the last of the old fashioned type with a shared bathroom along the landing. I did not know of my hubby’s interests then, well not fully. I had already had had a bath once that week making sure he stood guard outside the door. Later in the week he suggested that I try a shower. It would be quicker if I was worried about others knowing I was behind the door naked. I will come back to this point shortly.
I did not think anything of his helpful suggestion. So I got in the tub pulled the curtain and started the water running with him on guard outside. I had insisted on him being outside the room rather than inside. Although we had had sex I was still not comfortable with him seeing me naked for other purposes.
I finished my shower, pulled back the curtain and three things scared the daylights out of me. Firstly, no towel, secondly no clothes and thirdly the bathroom door lock was now unlocked. I just froze. I could not figure what had happened. I thought that hubby must have been distracted and some thief stole my clothes thinking valuables would be in them. I thought hubby will be back soon. After about five minutes which seemed like five hours I heard someone coming. I could not let them walk in and I was too nervous to get out from behind the shower curtain. I took a deep breath. The door opened and a young women I recognised from the dining room entered. She must have sensed I was there for she called out, “Oh is someone in here”.
Shortly after we met, not having much money, we went to stay in a guest-house in Blackpool. It was the last of the old fashioned type with a shared bathroom along the landing. I did not know of my hubby’s interests then, well not fully. I had already had had a bath once that week making sure he stood guard outside the door. Later in the week he suggested that I try a shower. It would be quicker if I was worried about others knowing I was behind the door naked. I will come back to this point shortly.
I did not think anything of his helpful suggestion. So I got in the tub pulled the curtain and started the water running with him on guard outside. I had insisted on him being outside the room rather than inside. Although we had had sex I was still not comfortable with him seeing me naked for other purposes.
I finished my shower, pulled back the curtain and three things scared the daylights out of me. Firstly, no towel, secondly no clothes and thirdly the bathroom door lock was now unlocked. I just froze. I could not figure what had happened. I thought that hubby must have been distracted and some thief stole my clothes thinking valuables would be in them. I thought hubby will be back soon. After about five minutes which seemed like five hours I heard someone coming. I could not let them walk in and I was too nervous to get out from behind the shower curtain. I took a deep breath. The door opened and a young women I recognised from the dining room entered. She must have sensed I was there for she called out, “Oh is someone in here”.
“Yes” I said back and clarified “I think the locks faulty. I will be done shortly”.
“Oh I’ll leave you to it, sorry” she said and left.
Where was hubby? I could not stay here for the rest of my life so would have to do something. Do what though? I pushed back the curtain, covered upper and low parts and then tried to step out of the tub. This proved impossible keeping my dignity so I had to drop my hands to take hold of the tub side to swing first my left and then my right leg out. This meant facing the unlocked door so that if anyone had come through it at that point all my charms would have been displayed. My rear would have been revealed in the mirrored glass window. I realised this later in the week when hubby pointed it out to me.
I now covered and stepped to the door. I had to drop my right hand from covering my breasts to turn the knob and pull open the door. I now placed my head at the small opening so I could see up the corridor. I could see the light streaming from our room into the darker corridor. Shaking like hell I used my foot to push open the door wider so I could get my body through. I had recovered my breasts. I was now heart pounding standing completely naked in the hallway covering best I could. I stood there like that for a few seconds listening intently to the sounds of the guest-house before making the inevitable dash to the hoped safety of our room.
I took to my heels and dashed up the corridor. The sound of my naked feet on the thinly carpeted wooden floor was exaggerated by my highly emotional state. I was terrified. I flew in the room to see hubby sitting on the only chair opposite the doorway with a big beaming smile on his face. He was positioned such that he would get the full effect of my sudden naked appearance. He slammed the door shut with his outstretched foot and before I could give him the tongue lashing he deserved sprang up and threw me on the bed taking advantage of my aroused state. It was that day that I found out about his very long list of likes. All seemed to involve women being stripped or losing their clothes or actually removing them for a dare.
I said I come back to my point about not liking to be naked behind the door. What my hubby realised was this. He likes the idea of seeing a women naked where she should not be or seen by somebody who should not. He does not get off on me being deliberately displayed to another person. There has to be a risk of being seen by either sex but not a deliberate in your face striptease. He realised that what frighten me more is people knowing that I am naked even if they can’t see me. Hence my fear of being naked in that public bathroom. Also I prefer if I am going to be caught to be naked or dressed as opposed to being in some way undressed. The thing I hate most is just being in a bra. This is why the old boss was so pleased at what I picked for the streaking forfeit. She knew I would hate that more than being naked. It is worse as well if you are caught and the person cannot see you naked but knows you are and then you have to dash for greater safety or step out to get their help.
I will tell you some other time of the tricks hubby has played on me and dares hubby has had me do over the years.
Of course the other point about this tale is that the young women could see me naked in the mirrored glass window when she came in. This revelation after the event made me feel all excited and fearful all over again. It is the event by which all others are judged and never quite come up to, it being the first and all.
Where was hubby? I could not stay here for the rest of my life so would have to do something. Do what though? I pushed back the curtain, covered upper and low parts and then tried to step out of the tub. This proved impossible keeping my dignity so I had to drop my hands to take hold of the tub side to swing first my left and then my right leg out. This meant facing the unlocked door so that if anyone had come through it at that point all my charms would have been displayed. My rear would have been revealed in the mirrored glass window. I realised this later in the week when hubby pointed it out to me.
I now covered and stepped to the door. I had to drop my right hand from covering my breasts to turn the knob and pull open the door. I now placed my head at the small opening so I could see up the corridor. I could see the light streaming from our room into the darker corridor. Shaking like hell I used my foot to push open the door wider so I could get my body through. I had recovered my breasts. I was now heart pounding standing completely naked in the hallway covering best I could. I stood there like that for a few seconds listening intently to the sounds of the guest-house before making the inevitable dash to the hoped safety of our room.
I took to my heels and dashed up the corridor. The sound of my naked feet on the thinly carpeted wooden floor was exaggerated by my highly emotional state. I was terrified. I flew in the room to see hubby sitting on the only chair opposite the doorway with a big beaming smile on his face. He was positioned such that he would get the full effect of my sudden naked appearance. He slammed the door shut with his outstretched foot and before I could give him the tongue lashing he deserved sprang up and threw me on the bed taking advantage of my aroused state. It was that day that I found out about his very long list of likes. All seemed to involve women being stripped or losing their clothes or actually removing them for a dare.
I said I come back to my point about not liking to be naked behind the door. What my hubby realised was this. He likes the idea of seeing a women naked where she should not be or seen by somebody who should not. He does not get off on me being deliberately displayed to another person. There has to be a risk of being seen by either sex but not a deliberate in your face striptease. He realised that what frighten me more is people knowing that I am naked even if they can’t see me. Hence my fear of being naked in that public bathroom. Also I prefer if I am going to be caught to be naked or dressed as opposed to being in some way undressed. The thing I hate most is just being in a bra. This is why the old boss was so pleased at what I picked for the streaking forfeit. She knew I would hate that more than being naked. It is worse as well if you are caught and the person cannot see you naked but knows you are and then you have to dash for greater safety or step out to get their help.
I will tell you some other time of the tricks hubby has played on me and dares hubby has had me do over the years.
Of course the other point about this tale is that the young women could see me naked in the mirrored glass window when she came in. This revelation after the event made me feel all excited and fearful all over again. It is the event by which all others are judged and never quite come up to, it being the first and all.
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