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Me and the boyfriend were at home one Saturday afternoon. He was watching the TV, so I popped upstairs for a quick shower. I like my shower so maybe I took a bit longer than I intended, but eventually I finished, rubbed myself down with a towel, and because it was a warm day I thought I'd finish off drying naturally. So I went downstairs again without getting dressed. I stopped off in the kitchen to make us both a cup of coffee, then took them into the living room where my boyfriend was sitting...
... along with five of his mates who had turned up unexpectedly while I was upstairs!
There was a moment of stunned silence as I stood naked in front of them holding coffee, so I looked at my boyfriend and said "You could have told me you had friends round... I only made two cups." I handed him one, put the other on the table, and said "Who wants tea or coffee?"
The boyfriend burst out laughing and grinned from ear to ear, and the others all a little awkwardly told me what they wanted, so I went and made the drinks and brought them back in. I didn't see any point in getting dressed as they'd seen everything already, so I stayed like that for the rest of the afternoon until they went.
I'd only known one of them before as the others were his friends from work, and none of them had until then seen me naked 'in the flesh'. Some of them admitted to having seen photos of me before so knew what I looked like, but the thing was that other than the initial surprise, there was no awkwardness or weirdness about it. I was naked, they were clothed. But in a very few minutes the only thing that mattered was whatever we were talking about.
Although I had never been particularly bothered about being nude or being seen nude ever since I was a kid, my first real encounter with unexpected nudity was in a changing room during an after school club when I was about fifteen years old. I used to go sailing with the school at a local lake, and so we would head down in the mini-bus, get changed in their clubhouse facilities, then spend a couple of hours messing about on the water before coming back in, having a shower, and putting something clean on for the drive back. This was usually pretty routine, and there were of course two changing rooms, one male and one female, that could be accessed from inside or outside of the clubhouse. We used the external entrances because the clubhouse was generally open only on weekends, but for some reason the doors on the outside weren't labelled, so you had to know which was which.
Anyway, there was one evening that we came in from the lake, and because I had been the one to make sure all the covers were on the boats properly I was the last one into the shower. As I was finishing off, I heard my friends picking up their stuff and leaving, so I hurried up a bit and as soon as I was soap-free I headed out into the changing room rubbing my towel through my hair to get the worst of the water out as I went, only to find that as my friends had left, three other people must have come in, and there were now two girls and one guy in there getting changed. They were all a little older than me but probably no more than late teens or early twenties; the girls were already as naked as I was as they sorted out swimming costumes and wetsuits, and the guy was in the process of catching up. I hesitated, towel still on my head rather than trying to cover anything up, but other than a glance in my direction to see the new arrival, none of them even reacted to my presence. So I went back to my stuff, got dressed in no particular hurry, and left about the same time that they did.
It was surreal, but from that moment on I knew that nudity only matters if people make a big thing about it. If you ignore it, nudity is just as normal as a suit or a pair of jeans.