Caught naked (not my fault this time!)
Everyone who has travelled a lot on business staying in hotels must have been caught in a state of undress by the maid sometime. I certainly have, and more than once.
I’ve described these before but they’re always worth repeating. On this occasion I’m going to describe I was in a posh country house hotel in the south of England. I didn’t know they had an evening ‘turn down’ service and I was in the bath when the maid walked in standing there completely naked. She didn’t bat an eyelid, just said ‘I change towels. Yes?.’ From which you will gather she was foreign. I would guess Polish or something like that from the accent, maybe about 30, short blonde hair, glasses. You tend to remember these things.
What on earth is the polite thing to do when you’re caught in the nude? Do you clamp your hands over your naughty bits and stand there red faced like the classic ‘embarrassed nude figure’, or do you try to act nonchalantly as if it was the most natural thing in the world to be caught naked in the bath. In the end I just stood there rendered immobile by the embarrassment. If you’ve read my other posts you may be surprised at this. There’s a man who’s been on a nudist beach and even been a nude photographer’s model you may say, why would he be embarrassed. Well, not only was I embarrassed on those adventures as well, there’s a peculiar embarrassment in being caught in the bath. That’s what I found anyway. So I just stood there face burning, frozen to the spot, mouth open with no words coming out. ‘I change towels?’ She asked again. I nodded pathetically.
And off she went with the towels leaving me unable to get dried or dressed. So I’m still in the nude when she comes back. I had decided to be nonchalant on her return and honestly I did my best, but I blush so easily and I could feel my face going bright red and I just croaked my thanks dry mouthed. ‘You are welcome,’ she said smiling, and off she went.
I do like to illustrate my little stories and I wondered if you’d like to see me as she saw me that day. What the heck. Why not.
I’ve described these before but they’re always worth repeating. On this occasion I’m going to describe I was in a posh country house hotel in the south of England. I didn’t know they had an evening ‘turn down’ service and I was in the bath when the maid walked in standing there completely naked. She didn’t bat an eyelid, just said ‘I change towels. Yes?.’ From which you will gather she was foreign. I would guess Polish or something like that from the accent, maybe about 30, short blonde hair, glasses. You tend to remember these things.
What on earth is the polite thing to do when you’re caught in the nude? Do you clamp your hands over your naughty bits and stand there red faced like the classic ‘embarrassed nude figure’, or do you try to act nonchalantly as if it was the most natural thing in the world to be caught naked in the bath. In the end I just stood there rendered immobile by the embarrassment. If you’ve read my other posts you may be surprised at this. There’s a man who’s been on a nudist beach and even been a nude photographer’s model you may say, why would he be embarrassed. Well, not only was I embarrassed on those adventures as well, there’s a peculiar embarrassment in being caught in the bath. That’s what I found anyway. So I just stood there face burning, frozen to the spot, mouth open with no words coming out. ‘I change towels?’ She asked again. I nodded pathetically.
And off she went with the towels leaving me unable to get dried or dressed. So I’m still in the nude when she comes back. I had decided to be nonchalant on her return and honestly I did my best, but I blush so easily and I could feel my face going bright red and I just croaked my thanks dry mouthed. ‘You are welcome,’ she said smiling, and off she went.
I do like to illustrate my little stories and I wondered if you’d like to see me as she saw me that day. What the heck. Why not.
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