(Mid 1990s) Soon after moving in with my new boyfriend, Brandon, we decided to join a gym. It was my idea because I was trying to get into good shape while hoping to land a role in a small independent film, a caveman movie, in which the entire cast would be nude. (A story for another time.)

Working out together at the gym became a regular routine for us (although, it didn’t really last long). But when this was a thing, I usually went to the gym before starting my afternoon shifts at work. Brandon would join me when his schedule allowed. Most of the time we would use the hot tub after our workouts.

One afternoon, we were alone in the hot tub when he suggested that next time I should come out of the locker room in just a towel and go naked in the tub. As fun as that would be, I told him that there was no way. People were always coming and going when we were in the hot tub. It shared the room with the enormous pool. And a glass wall ran the length of the pool with a view of the strip mall parking lot. Not only that, but right next to the hot tub was another glass wall that exposed the whole room to the registration desk / entrance. Going naked in the tub would be very exciting… but seriously risky.

Brandon’s idea for me to go nude didn’t come out of nowhere. Most of our time at the gym, just as most of our time anywhere, included our finding ways to have sexy fun. I often let Brandon choose what I wore, and he always chose something revealing. My sheer tops were his favorite. It was common for me to workout in a see-through top, a short skirt, or whatever he suggested. My favorite was my sports bra that could hardly contain my boobs. They would pop out over the top as I ran. With the treadmill being my main activity at the gym, my boobs made regular appearances. I enjoyed pretending not to realize this until Brandon or someone noticed.  

We had a few friends from work that also used this gym. Occasionally we would run into them while I was in my see-through or other outfits I had not before worn around my co-workers. I was nervous at first, but soon found their reactions, and my vulnerability, to be stimulating. Some pretended not to notice, which helped reduce any awkwardness, and some commented openly. All were complimentary. It was from these encounters that I gained confidence to dress sexier around my friends at parties and other get-togethers. My new life with Brandon was allowing me to be so much more myself, in nearly every aspect of my world. I had never been happier.

Soon Brandon and I came to believe the gym staff was on to me. I did not encounter them in the main gym area very often, but I was certainly seen while checking in at the front desk. Thankfully no one gave me any trouble and our time at the gym became both physically rewarding and exciting fun.

If Brandon had pushed me more on the topic of going nude in the hot tub, I probably would have done it. I am a pushover. Sometimes I can’t bring myself to follow through with one of my ideas, even when it is mild. But when someone else really encourages me, I can do things far more daring. But Brandon had not learned this, yet.

Our relationship was very new. I had just begun thinking of Brandon as my boyfriend when I recently moved in with him. But I did not refer to him that way at the time. When it came to our relationship, we never put too fine a point on it. I think we were afraid of spoiling the great fun we were having together. We were developing a wonderful partnership for fulfilling our desires. We had similar interests in this way. I loved showing off, and he loved watching me show off. In fact, I found him a creative and encouraging partner for indulging my exhibitionist urges. The hot tub scenario had potential to be another example of this. I might have come up with such an idea on my own, but it is unlikely that it would become more than a fantasy without his encouragement and shared enjoyment.

After sitting with his suggestion of going nude in the gym’s hot tub, I started to wish he would bring it up again. But he didn’t.

I was alone for the next trip to the gym. This time I did not go to the hot tub. But I remembered Brandon had asked me if I ever walked naked from my locker to the shower. I had not. But I decided to do that this time so I could tell him about it when I got home. It was largely uneventful, but more thrilling than I thought it would be. I saw only one other woman in the locker room. We made eye contact as I carried my towel and body wash to the shower. I felt naughty, even though what I was doing was not really that daring.

The showers were attached to the locker room on one side and the entrance to the pool on the other. So, after my shower, I wrapped my towel around me and peeked out to the pool. I could only see one person swimming, and they were quite focused on that, so I snuck out and up to the edge of the pool. Standing in my towel with a view of the whole room, the parking lot, the front desk, I felt comfortable, and this pleased me. No one could know what I was, or was not, wearing under my towel. As I often do, I started fantasizing. Watching the swimmer and the people out on the sidewalk and parking lot, my little voice filled my head with many incomplete and unpolished ideas that began to arouse me.

What if I let my towel slip right here at the edge of the pool?

What if I dive in and just keep swimming until somebody notices I’m naked?

What if I ‘mistakenly’ go into the men’s showers instead of returning to the women's?

What if I showered in the men’s locker room?!

I started seriously considering the men’s shower idea and how I could make that happen, and how fantastic it would be. The entrances to both the men’s and women’s showers were right next to each other. It would just be an innocent mistake if I ‘accidentally’ when in the wrong one. At the time, this seemed like one of those ideas for which I would never have the courage. (Turns out I was wrong – although that is another story for another time.)

Then I looked over to the hot tub and imagined dropping my towel as I climbed in to hide under the mask of bubbles. That seemed very possible. The plausibility snapped me out of my daydreaming. I noticed through the glass that a guy at the front desk was intently looking my way. Startled, I glanced down to be sure I was still in my towel. Although covered, I realized my free hand was overtly squeezing my breast through the towel.

Playing with my boobs is a subconscious habit I have had all my life – particularly when I daydream. I often only realize I am playing after noticing the looks from others, as was the case there at the side of the pool. I saw the expression on the worker at the front desk and noticed a couple of guys in suits peering in at me as they walked along the sidewalk out front. I suddenly felt very exposed there in my towel, as if they all knew I was naked underneath and could hear the erotic thoughts running through my mind.

Releasing my boob and turning quickly, I bumped hard into a guy I hadn’t noticed and struggled to keep my towel around me as I juggled my bottle of body wash and retreated to the locker room (the women's). That night, I told Brandon the story. I know he liked that I was reconsidering his hot tub dare, but I told him that it would have to remain a fantasy, even though I wasn’t sure if that were true.

Brandon was with me for the next visit to the gym. After our workout, I made it to the hot tub first – in my blue one-piece bathing suit. Several people were swimming in the pool, but the tub was empty. I slowly worked my way into the hot water and sank down under the bubbles, seeing how hidden I was under the water. There was the occasional glimpse of what might be, but the bubbles left mystery to what was below. I began to think that if Brandon brought up the idea today, I just might do it.

I was still alone in the tub when Brandon came up to me, fully dressed, and said he had to go make a phone call. It was loud and echoey in the room, so I had to listen close as he lowered his voice, trying to tell me something else.

“Give me your bathing suit.” He quietly ordered.

A rush of excitement passed through me, but I didn't respond. He then picked up my towel from the side of the tub and requested my suit again, promising to bring it back. That's the first I thought that he might be trying to set me up. Going naked in the hot tub was one thing, but leaving me stranded with no bathing suit or towel was something else.

“No way,” I answered.

Although, I looked around to really consider it. Seeing the people in the pool, and at the desk, I got excited. Brandon could tell I might go for it, and after a little more waffling… I did. Sinking down low in the water, I started working my way out of my suit but had some trouble, mostly because I was giggling uncontrollably. Then I noticed someone headed my way. But when I realized they were getting in the pool, I fully committed, sliding my bathing suit the rest of the way off. I tried to discreetly toss it at Brandon’s feet, but it landed with a loud sloppy thud. He picked it up with my towel and stood over me with a devilish grin that told me what he wanted. I rose up to bring my boobs above the water, but only for a few seconds as I noticed there were now quite a few more people around the pool, and at the registration desk just through the glass wall next to the hot tub.

Without a word, Brandon went out through the men’s locker room, taking my bathing suit and towel with him. Now alone and trapped completely nude in the public hot tub, I became frightfully aroused. I felt helpless and really began to appreciate how many people were around, wondering who may end up joining me for my naked bath.

As I thought about the amusement Brandon would find in my being forced to walk nude back to the locker room, I realized how unlikely it was that he would return my suit. Picturing my naked walk past all these people to my locker was absolutely terrifying - and absolutely electrifying. And I was just now realizing something more. Per Brandon's request, I had worn only my bathing suit to the gym.

Would he drive off and leave me to walk out of the gym and catch a ride in a stolen towel?

Or maybe he expected me to search for my bathing suit in the men’s locker room?

I was completely at his mercy. For all my fear, it was beyond titillating to consider what might happen.

After a few minutes I could see Brandon through the window, pacing out front. There was a payphone nearby, but he wasn’t using it. He gave me a wave. I could tell he was enjoying himself. Then I noticed a middle-aged man walking right toward me. I prayed he was really going for the pool, right up until he climbed into the hot tub across from me.

I'm sure my face was red. My blood was really pumping. I sank low, neck deep in the water now, but could no longer see Brandon this way. My new tub mate chatted with me a little, and I answered, but was having trouble sounding casual. I think he could tell something was going on. As many efforts as I had been putting toward becoming an actress, I have never been very good at fooling people. I will giggle or otherwise betray what I am trying to hide, always thinking they are on to me. But I started to feel more comfortable and confident as the small talk with my new friend continued. It was quite enjoyable for me to hold a conversation with a stranger - while completely naked. But soon I was reminded of something to which I had given absolutely no thought. The hot tub jets were on a timer. I remembered because they stopped!

The water quickly became still, and my condition became obvious – very obvious. Many times I have found that even slight movement on the surface of water can distort what is underneath. But now, from my view, there was practically no distortion. I was just sitting there naked, in the well-lit public hot tub, right in front of this man I had only just met. There was no more chatter. He was silently staring at me. I think he did not know what to say. He looked up into my eyes and then down again, with dismay on his face.

He then gestured to my body, clearly struggling for words. I knew an explanation was in order. Now I wish I had been clever enough to tell him that he was on a hidden camera show - but I was honest.

“My boyfriend stole my bathing suit… as a joke.”

I explained with a pathetic smirk as I started to move around to agitate the water to help mask my nudity, but it felt more like I was now dancing for him.

The possibility of being discovered is one of the main aspects that makes such adventures so thrilling. I practically crave to be caught. But when it happens so unexpectedly like this, and when I am unsure of the reaction I will receive, fear washes over me. I thought first to cross my legs and cover my breasts with my arms. But I had learned in my early days that this only makes me seem ashamed. That is so much more embarrassing, and makes all involved even more uncomfortable. But there, naked in the hot tub with this stranger, I did not know what to do. I just sat, completely exposed, with a nervous guilty grin.

I could not see Brandon from my low position in the water, but I wondered if he was still watching, and what he must be thinking. He couldn’t know the bubbles had stopped - or did he plan this? But he must know there was now a guy in the hot tub with me. I lifted up and leaned a bit, trying to see Brandon, but this brought too much of me above water so I quickly lowered myself again as I watched my tub mate looking me over. He was not only stunned but a bit transfixed, which I found flattering. So, I just folded my hands in my lap and smiled at him. My fear of what he might do or say began to subside as he returned my smile.

My concern now was more about the others in the room. I felt sure that the front desk did not have an angle to see my condition. But several people moving around the pool seemed to be walking closer and closer to the hot tub. As I tried to determine how well they could see me, I caught the eyes of a most handsome guy who I think took my smile for him. He smiled back with a wave. I waved but immediately regrated it, as I thought he may approach me now. But he continued on his way to the pool. His casualness convinced me that he did not know I was naked.

What happened over this minute or so seemed much longer as my attention bounced between my tub mate and people that seemed to be heading to the hot tub. I imagined the reactions of others as they found me here like this. Picturing more and more people coming over until a crowd gathered around me. This idea was so arousing that I began to pray for it to happen. I felt myself revving up in the way I know before I do something wildly impulsive.

My new friend across the tub now carried a smirk and began to nod repeatedly as he stared at me. I had now reached the point that I was glad the bubbles had stopped, but I didn’t know how long I could get away with sitting here like this.

The dial for the jets was on a nearby wall, but not in reach from the tub. I wanted to own the situation with great confidence by getting out to turn on the jets. I really wanted to do this, but I thought it just seemed much too crazy. However, my little voice loved the idea. She then, as she does, took things so much further. Her idea was for me to get out of the tub and walk, slowly, around the pool and appreciate the reactions of all the people witnessing my boldness. I loved the idea, which brough wonderful sensations through my body. I wanted to watch them watch me. I wished to be so audacious and revel in the stunned gaze of all the onlookers.

Knowing she had me hooked, my little voice kept on. She suggested I continue my walk out to the main gym, as people started to gather and follow. Maybe I would go through my exercise routine completely naked as the crowd grows larger. Then a rinse in the men’s showers before boldly walking out to my car with my captivated audience in tow.

Through this whole daydream I felt deep down that I could never really go through with it. But as I came back to reality and focused again on my new friend still watching me, I truly thought, “Why not?” What would really happen? It would be worth getting kicked out of the gym. If the police were called, my encounters with them have always been positive. And even a visit to jail I thought would be worth the incredible experience. I pictured it all again, and what Brandon would think while watching these events play out. I wanted nothing more than to go through with this.

I started by sitting up on the little underwater bench and stretching out my arms to rest them on the ledge behind me. This brought a good bit of my boobs above water with my nipples just peeking at the surface. My new friend stopped his relentless nodding as he opened his mouth seemingly to speak, but he said nothing. I took this as a little bit of a jaw drop, and was encouraged.

Looking out past my friend, I did not see Brandon, but began to better consider the kind of people about. Studying the faces of those around the pool, my courage began to fade. Suddenly I pictured their possible anger. Through all my adventures, real or imagined, there is nothing I fear more than a negative reaction. I am terrified by the thought of being approached in a negative way. To be yelled at or lectured would be far worse than getting banned or even going to jail.

Realizing my boobs could now be seen by more than just my tub mate, I lowered myself along with my deflating confidence. My mood had swung such that I was no longer sure I still wanted others to come to the hot tub and discover me. As my friend returned to what I thought was most likely a subconscious nodding, I asked if he would turn the bubbles back on. He nodded quietly for several more seconds before confirming my request.

“You want the jets on?”

“That would be nice,” I answered sheepishly.

After an awkward forever, he got out and turned the dial. As the bubbles returned, he walked over to the towel rack near the locker rooms and returned with a towel for me. I thanked him as he got back in the tub, and I set the towel off to the side while debating if I should try to get out. I rose up a bit to see Brandon out front. Relieved, I frantically signaled for him to return.

As Brandon made his way inside, a young couple (man and woman) left the pool and came to join me and my new friend in the hot tub. My heart raced such I thought I might pass out. But they talked only among themselves and did not engage us. My friend smiled at me, clearly amused by my predicament. Thankfully, he said nothing. Although, I was still feeling a bit lightheaded realizing they would have seen I was nude if they had come over just a minute or so earlier. I had very mixed and intense feelings about that.

Brandon finally returned, now in his bathing suit. He discreetly showed me that my suit was wrapped in his towel, which he set on the ledge as he climbed in next to me.

“Is this your boyfriend?” My new friend asked.

“Yes,” I answered, half excited and half afraid of what either of them would say next.

Brandon acknowledged the man, but said little else. He did not yet know that our friend had already seen I was naked. We sat quietly, with the couple talking among themselves.

Both men waited to see what I would do. I knew I could not get dressed under the water without being obvious. But now with Brandon here, and my new friend seemingly enjoying himself, I became quite comfortable while waiting for the couple to leave. I was surprised at how much I could relax and I let the varied sensations of the whole experience wash over me. This whole thing had been a bit of a rollercoaster, but now with Brandon here, I was having a great time. Not only because of my daring, but I liked the feeling of the swirling water on my body without the restrictions of my bathing suit.

Whenever I looked Brandon in the eyes, we would both smile and fight to contain our laughter. I exchanged similarly with my new friend, and loved that we had a little secret even Brandon did not yet know. I very much wanted to eventually tell Brandon what had happened while he was gone, but not yet. I knew it would be so fun to watch his reactions to me interact with our hot tub guests now. I enjoyed the idea of this immensely.

Feeling so much more relaxed, I couldn’t help but tease. I wanted Brandon to be impressed with just how carefree I could be. I sat up more such the sloshing water could possibly reveal that my boobs were bare. The risk was fun, but more I loved Brandon’s expressions as he enjoyed me and my daring. His eyes kept moving back and forth between my boobs and our new friend watching. The couple was mostly caught up in themselves, and when I thought they were distracted enough, I rose up to bring my nipples above the water for a quick peek.

I felt so naughty and buoyant, which was now more than obvious to both my boys. I was aroused to the point of giving them my sexy eyes with a little lip licking and biting. The more they appeared to enjoy my little show, the further I went, taking increasing risks so the couple or others could possibly catch me. I pushed my hands down against the bench and stretched my legs out in front of me, lifting my body up in an attempt to float to the surface. As my feet came up out of the water right next to my new friend, I thrust up to just breach the surface with the whole length of my body. I was not sure how much was revealed because I was looking toward the couple to see if they would notice. But after settling back in my spot under the water, the expressions of my boys told me my playful little trick was a success.  

I don’t think the couple ever realized I was naked, but from my shenanigans combined with the smirking and giggling between me and my boys, I think the couple gathered something was up. After a while, they left.

As much as I wanted to keep playing, I thought it best to take the opportunity to escape while I could, and perhaps leave my boys wanting more. I pulled my bathing suit from under the towel and started working my way back into it as Brandon and my new friend watched with great interest.

If you have ever tried to put on a wet bathing suit while sitting underwater, you know the struggle. For this, and the hope of further exciting my audience, I put my back to the registration desk, using my friend to partially block the view from the pool, I stood up. With my bare boobs above water, I continued working my way into the suit.

At that moment, my excitement swelled to a state of spectacular arousal, for several reasons. I read the astonishment on Brandon’s face, as I fully presented my naked and dripping wet breasts in the face of this stranger, and for anyone else in the room that might look my way. Although my back was to the registration desk, I knew if anyone there was looking they would be able to tell that I was topless, particularly if they watched whenever I eventually finished pulling up my bathing suit. But that did not cause me to hurry. I paused, probably longer than I should, as Brandon and I both appreciated the subtle but pleased reaction of our new friend.

I loved how I looked at the time, with the shape of my wet boobs and the erect response of my nipples to both the cold air and the gaze of the men. I was intimately and unabashedly basking in the unspoken adulation of my audience.

When all my bits were finally tucked away, I offered a quick “Goodbye,” and climbed out, heading for the locker rooms, leaving my friend soaking in this entire unexpected experience.

“Keep out of trouble,” was his only comment as I scurried away.

I was glad that Brandon quickly followed, because I wasn’t done. Just as he caught up to me, I turned into the men’s showers.

“I’ll just have a quick shower before we go,” I said thumbing my bathing suit straps off my shoulders.

Brandon, stunned as ever, spun his head around to see who may be watching from the pool.

“Oops… wrong room,” I said coyly as I turned back out to the pool.

Leaving my bathing suit straps hanging, I coquettishly peeked over my bare shoulder to watch Brandon’s reaction as we both wondered if my suit would stay up while I pranced my way to the women’s showers.

My suit did stay up, but not Brandon’s jaw. I was exhilarated – practically euphoric, as I peeled off my bathing suit to wring it out above a shower drain. After all, I had to wear it home. But I couldn’t help thinking how much fun it would be to not…

This hot tub episode eventually made my list of rather mild experiences as Brandon’s dares, and my daring, became increasingly bold and risky. My exhibitionism and sexual explorations would reach new and unexpected levels after Brandon realized that, with his encouragement, I would do almost anything. But this fun we had at the gym was something of a milestone as it significantly inspired me to seek more, and escalating, exhibitionist adventures.