When were you first flashed?

SEVERUSMAX

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How old were you when someone first flashed you something normally hidden by clothes? I was twelve and some girls caught me peeping when they swam at them in their bathing suits. One of them flashed me her tits. For a guy that young, it was a bit of a jolt. Especially as a preacher's son.
 
Streakers on the football field in high school. I suppose they don't count, because they all wore their underwear (to go naked would get them registered as sex offenders) But it was very memorable because I was in the marching band.

They never got away because of the high fence and the security guards, but in my freshman year I saw the infamous one that NEARLY got away. He ran through our formations in nothing but boxers, sneakers, and a coat of maroon and gold paint. Security guards jogged around the perimeter of the football field as the marching band continued (like a boss)

I wasn't able to turn my head and watch, but afterwards I found out that he actually made it over the fence, but hurt his leg on the way down. If he hadn't stumbled at the finish line, he would have been the one that got away.

Nobody else got even close. There were six or seven streakers after that throughout my four years in marching band. None got as far, but there were a few that were memorable. (green mankini, nuff said)
 
I was thirteen and I was walking by my foster sisters room. I stopped when I noticed her door was open a crack and peeked in to see her changing.

Her back was to me, but she was standing in front of a mirror un buttoning her shirt. Of course it should have occured to me she could see me in the mirror.

She went to the last button, but was just standing there then turned around quick and flashed me. Well maybe it wasn't exactly a flash as she just stood there letting me gawk, until I got too embarrassed and pretty much ran into my room.

There were a few more incidents after that, that later on I would realize were staged. a fw months later she came into my room and....

well let's just leave it at I have no doubts where my incest fetish came from.
 
College, on a warm night towards the end of the semester. There was a gang of campus misfits known collectively by the name of a table they had commandeered in the cafeteria, and they, well...you couldn't call it "streaking" because they weren't actually running, just wandering around naked. At one point they went into a dorm lounge where people were watching a video, and there was something of an altercation because they were making some of the students rather uncomfortable. I was waiting outside that lounge for a friend and saw the whole lot of them walk past. One of the bunch did not actually go into the lounge in the first place; she just stood in the lobby where I was. So I got as good a look as I wanted at everything. I did my best to look only at her face as she looked back at me and laughed, but regardless of where I was looking, as I said, I saw everything.

I wish I'd had the presence of mind to compliment her on being so brave, but I didn't. The incident does, however, have a cameo in my upcoming Nude Day story, in which the guy will be more articulate than I was. ;)
 
I guess I was around twelve or so, working behind the scenes at a community theater. One woman was doing a quick costume change backstage, and she stripped down to the waist. It was my first view of naked breasts, and I was thunderstruck. She looked at me, smiled, and put on the costume she needed for the next scene, and then she was gone. I got a lot of mileage out of that encounter.
 
Only 3 times I saw naughty bits when it was unintional
1 While playing mini golf at a small theme park in Brooklyn NY a woman was helping a young boy with the water gun race game and the wind blew her miniskirt up and she was cmmando.

2 On Cocoa Beach walking along shore with DH and saw lady do surface dive and she was bottomless. apparently the bottms of her suit went from string to stringless.

3 Walking to a friends office in Manhattan to meet up for lunch a woman walked out of Helmsley Palace wearing a dress that had a strap over ne shoulder and the other boob was flopping in the wind.
 
Twelve years old seems to be the age. I was down the street at Nancy's house watching the old TV show, "Where the Action Is." Nancy was a long-time childhood friend who suddenly grew boobs. She was so excited, she had to show them to me. Apparently, she trusted me. :eek:

ETA: Neither Nancy nor I engaged in any sexual activity or harbored a sexual thought until we turned 18. ;)
 
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