Dare a Little
I was sitting in the showers at the local spa resort, naked. Somehow my wife had convinced me to attend a special event at the spa: a nude pool party. That is, the men had to be naked, not the women. They were supposed to be wearing normal swimwear. “Dare a little, you have nothing to be ashamed of,” she had told me.
We had been skinny-dipping in our backyard pool a couple of times. In private. When the kids were away. I did like it, but not like this. In public.