When I was 10 or so, I went over to a friend's house for dinner. His parents had us go to their bedroom to watch TV so we'd be out of the way while the mother cooked. As we walked by his sister's room (she was 16), she told us "shut the door and don't come out, because I've got to take a shower."
We did so and I didn't think anything more about it. About 15 minutes or so later, the phone rang and it was my mother, who had decided for some reason to have me come back home. I said goodbye to my friend, opened the door of his parent's bedroom, walked down the hall and there his sister was, completely nude, leaning against the doorjam of her room. It was my first experience ever seeing a nude woman and all I wanted to do was stop and stare. She, for her part, never yelped, never made any move to cover up, just stood there.
I quickly muttered something like "goodbye" and left. The bike ride home was rather... um, uncomfortable.
I can still see her perfectly in my mind to this day. And throughout my teen years, my mind allowed me the fantasy game of "what if..." I'd just kept walking into her room. Jesus, I'm getting a chubby right now, just thinking of this...
This is as close as I've ever come to a Penthouse forum-type real life experience.
