Most embarrassing naked moment

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I was staying with my mother for a little while after my father died and before I got married. Two facts that matter here: I sleep naked, and I’m a guy. One night I woke up thirsty and went to the kitchen for a drink, stark naked since it was 2am and the house was dark. As I’m standing at the counter pouring some lemonade in the dark with my back to the doorway, the light flips on, followed by a gasp, followed by the light flipping off as fast as it went on. I think the first thing that came to my mind was just, “Ah, sh*t. What is she doing up at this hour?” I said pardon me, please just look away until I’m back in my room, and she said ok.

At breakfast the following morning, I apologized, and the conversation went something like this:

Mom: Is it too hot for you in that room?

Me: No, it’s quite comfortable, thanks.

Mom: But you were out here with nothing on.

Me: Right. I will always put something on when leaving the bedroom from now on.

Mom [making confused face]: So you just don’t wear any clothes to bed, ever?

Me: Right.

Mom: Okayyy…well that’s…a little unusual. How long has that been going on?

Me (27 years old at the time): Since I was 12.

Mom: Mkay. [long pause] I see!… So…anyway, what are your plans for today? How’s the cereal holding up? Is there anything I need to add to the grocery list?

It actually wasn’t even all that embarrassing because all she saw was my backside for like one second. I was just surprised she had no idea I wasn’t wearing pajamas for all those years I lived under my parents’ roof.

What if there is a fire and you need to flee the house? Neighbors will see you naked and your house burning down. Twice the embarrassment!

LOL. Such a “mom” thing to say. If there were a fire, I’d either have time to pull on some shorts, or I’d just go outside naked without shame. I’d be in good company with my wife and two sons, also nude sleepers. I’m sure it wouldn’t be anything the firemen haven’t seen before, and I’m sure my neighbors already know there’s a probability that at least some of us on our street take off all their clothes to go to bed.

Anyway, it’s almost two decades since this story happened. I’ve made it to 45 years old without having to flee the house so far, so I consider it a risk well worth taking!

[Anonymous]

I was 17 or 18 and I got knocked down by a big wave at the beach. When I finally managed to stand back up, my left boob was totally hanging out. Only I didn't notice it at first. I was busy wiping saltwater from my eyes and coughing up water I had swallowed. My mom came running down the beach screaming "your chichi ! your chichi!" Her actions definitely drew more attention to my exposed boob than the boob did on its own.

[Anonymous]

My husband and I were on vacation in the Caribbean and they had a clothed beach, a topless beach and a nude beach. I went topless for a few days and then one day we got daring and went to the nude beach. After frolicking in the water we walked out and ran into older neighbors walking by in bathing suits. There was nothing to say but hi and dive back into the water. It was embarrassing but they never mentioned it to us back home.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:What is your most embarrassing and/or funny moment accidentally being seen naked by someone you know or seeing someone else naked?

20 years ago, hot and big breasted friend of mine dove into a pool and had her top come off. Us guys loved it.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I was 17 or 18 and I got knocked down by a big wave at the beach. When I finally managed to stand back up, my left boob was totally hanging out. Only I didn't notice it at first. I was busy wiping saltwater from my eyes and coughing up water I had swallowed. My mom came running down the beach screaming "your chichi ! your chichi!" Her actions definitely drew more attention to my exposed boob than the boob did on its own.

"chichi?"
I know a lot of terms for the funbags, but have never heard of "chichi".

[Anonymous]

My new husband and I were visiting my parents and taking an afternoon “nap” when my mother walked into our room. I was naked and on top. That killed the moment but thankfully she found it funny.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I was 17 or 18 and I got knocked down by a big wave at the beach. When I finally managed to stand back up, my left boob was totally hanging out. Only I didn't notice it at first. I was busy wiping saltwater from my eyes and coughing up water I had swallowed. My mom came running down the beach screaming "your chichi ! your chichi!" Her actions definitely drew more attention to my exposed boob than the boob did on its own.

"chichi?"
I know a lot of terms for the funbags, but have never heard of "chichi".

I think it's a Spanish thing. She's always called them that.

[Anonymous]

When I was still single I used to walk around my apartment naked in the early morning from the time I woke up until I took my shower and got ready for work, usually about 15-20 minutes on weekday mornings, longer or even all day on weekends if I didn’t have to go anyplace. One morning I was in my kitchen still half asleep, making coffee and emptying the dishwasher totally nude as usual. What wasn’t usual was when I realized after about five minutes that I had never closed the kitchen blinds the night before. To make matters worse, it was about 5:45 am in the winter, so still completely dark outside, which meant I couldn’t see anything out there, but anything out there could certainly have seen me under the fluorescent overhead kitchen light. I closed the blinds and figured what are the odds and shrugged it off. About an hour later, I leave to walk to the metro, and a couple I knew who lived straight across the parking lot in the other apartment also happened to be leaving. They just said good morning and both gave me this sly grin, which told me all I needed to know.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:When I was still single I used to walk around my apartment naked in the early morning from the time I woke up until I took my shower and got ready for work, usually about 15-20 minutes on weekday mornings, longer or even all day on weekends if I didn’t have to go anyplace. One morning I was in my kitchen still half asleep, making coffee and emptying the dishwasher totally nude as usual. What wasn’t usual was when I realized after about five minutes that I had never closed the kitchen blinds the night before. To make matters worse, it was about 5:45 am in the winter, so still completely dark outside, which meant I couldn’t see anything out there, but anything out there could certainly have seen me under the fluorescent overhead kitchen light. I closed the blinds and figured what are the odds and shrugged it off. About an hour later, I leave to walk to the metro, and a couple I knew who lived straight across the parking lot in the other apartment also happened to be leaving. They just said good morning and both gave me this sly grin, which told me all I needed to know.

I walk my dog in the morning and can't believe how many people are naked in front of their windows.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:When I was still single I used to walk around my apartment naked in the early morning from the time I woke up until I took my shower and got ready for work, usually about 15-20 minutes on weekday mornings, longer or even all day on weekends if I didn’t have to go anyplace. One morning I was in my kitchen still half asleep, making coffee and emptying the dishwasher totally nude as usual. What wasn’t usual was when I realized after about five minutes that I had never closed the kitchen blinds the night before. To make matters worse, it was about 5:45 am in the winter, so still completely dark outside, which meant I couldn’t see anything out there, but anything out there could certainly have seen me under the fluorescent overhead kitchen light. I closed the blinds and figured what are the odds and shrugged it off. About an hour later, I leave to walk to the metro, and a couple I knew who lived straight across the parking lot in the other apartment also happened to be leaving. They just said good morning and both gave me this sly grin, which told me all I needed to know.

I walk my dog in the morning and can't believe how many people are naked in front of their windows.

I know. I was always so careful to make sure the blinds were closed in order not to be one of those people, but that day I certainly failed.

[Anonymous]

Sleepwalking out of my room late at night when I was about 18 and apparently having a brief conversation about Doritos with my parents in the living room before being gently guided back to bed by my mother. She told me what happened in the morning, just kind of chuckling and shrugging it off, and we both politely avoided ever acknowledging the elephant in the room - that not only did I prefer to sleep in the nude, but also to be completely hairless “down under”…

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Sleepwalking out of my room late at night when I was about 18 and apparently having a brief conversation about Doritos with my parents in the living room before being gently guided back to bed by my mother. She told me what happened in the morning, just kind of chuckling and shrugging it off, and we both politely avoided ever acknowledging the elephant in the room - that not only did I prefer to sleep in the nude, but also to be completely hairless “down under”…

On purpose or is it, like, a genetic defect?

[Anonymous]

This was a family member not me...but teen girl learning how to waterski. Finally got up on one ski after being dragged a bit and was holding on and focused on staying upright. Both her boobs had come out of her suit and were flapping about and somehow she didn't realize it. Thankfully everyone in the boat was family but she was still mortified.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Sleepwalking out of my room late at night when I was about 18 and apparently having a brief conversation about Doritos with my parents in the living room before being gently guided back to bed by my mother. She told me what happened in the morning, just kind of chuckling and shrugging it off, and we both politely avoided ever acknowledging the elephant in the room - that not only did I prefer to sleep in the nude, but also to be completely hairless “down under”…

On purpose or is it, like, a genetic defect?

On purpose. I shaved it all off completely when I was a teen and into my twenties. I still keep it trimmed down to almost nothing.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:It happened about five years ago when DH and I were recent empty nesters with our youngest being a freshman in college.

Early one Saturday morning after some (very loud) sex, I went down to the kitchen in the nude to get some ice water. On my way back up I heard the bathroom door down the hallway open. Not only did that startle and confuse me because there wasn’t supposed to be anybody else in the house, but out came DS19 still in a sleepy fog…and also completely nude. I screamed, he let out an expletive or two, and we both disappeared into our rooms until getting up the nerve to face each other at breakfast.

It turns out he had decided to come home that weekend and pay us a surprise visit. After arriving in the middle of the night, he went to bed and then woke up to go to the bathroom assuming the coast was clear since nobody would be awake that early. Just. Really. Bad. Timing. But we can both at least laugh about it now. DH thought it was hilarious from the beginning.

Sooo…why was he also nude? It’s obvious why you were but seems kind of weirdly coincidental that he was also.