Naked and Famous

Stoneskin
I've heard that everybody wants to be naked and famous.* I don't. Neither nakedness nor fame have ever had any appeal to me. And after last night's experience they still don't.

It was a dark and stormy night. The wind ruffled my hair. I mean the wind would have ruffled my hair if my wife hadn't shaved me a week ago. I walked past the quay to the leisure complex. Sail boats clanged all around me.

I was wearing my swim shorts but as it was cold I was wearing a hoodie, and over that was my dressing gown. Slippers completed the outfit. My hood was up. I had the appearance of a debonair gentleman hobo.

The sauna looked empty, I popped my head in to check the temperature. Oops. There was a guy in there. Crazy hobo he must have thought. I left the hoodie, dressing gown and slippers on a bench, and went back to the sauna.

The guy was sitting there grunting. What a loser, I thought, the sauna is barely on. It's warmer in my living room. I pumped the heat up, there's no point in the sauna being at room temperature is there? The hotter it got, the more he grunted. Then he left.

Not long after this I headed to the pool. Grunt was splashing up and down, grunting with an alarming intensity. The air was filled with a pandemonium of splashing and grunting. I glared at him with supercilious superiority. He grunts away in a sauna that is barely on, and now look at him. It's a swimming pool, not a splashing pool.

I swam a dozen lengths or so, then got out to dry. Grunt was long gone. The events that followed are a blur, I simply don't know how it happened. My stuff was on a bench by the side of the pool. I never bother with the changing rooms, I normally just put my slippers and dressing gown on and head back to the flat.

The cream of my brain must have been given to Grunt, wishing that I'd had the place to myself and marveling at how someone could be that unfit. I was clearly deep in thought. Suddenly I realized that I had dropped my shorts. I was stark naked.

A wolf whistle echoed across the pool, I pulled my towel round me and swung round. A group of teenagers were looking in from outside.

* Presidents of the USA

Published by Stoneskin

I am an eccentric, irritable computer programmer from Sussex. Real ale enthusiast, avid reader.  View profile

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  • Lauramarie3/28/2009

    Nice article!!

  • 3lilangels3/11/2009

    ooops how cute!

  • Sandra Essary3/9/2009

    Thought this kind of stuff only happened in dreams... uh, nightmares. Nice one!

  • mimpi3/8/2009

    I agree with Lorelei...

  • Lorelei Logsdon3/8/2009

    Why would you go to the sauna/pool on a dark and stormy night? You're brave.

  • Allene Newberg Bilodeau3/8/2009

    Listen, Stoneskin, the way I see it, the teens (girls?) whistled. They did not fall all over each other giggling, pointing and making hand gestures to indicate a microscopic attachment that should've been under wraps. I'm sure anyone can suffer a momentary brain lapse and walk out naked in public. Why, it's the civilized human's most common nightmare! So as long as these underage kids don't report you for the crime you inadvertently committed by exposing yourself to teenagers, well, you've come out smelling like a rose! Or a pool... (Any chance of on-site security cameras, dear? Not that I'd be checking you out on YOUTUBE... *snicker*) PS. Exactly what US President allegedly made this statement?

  • Maria Roth3/7/2009

    Hahaha! Too bad you'd just gotten out of the icy cold water, eh? How embarrassing.

  • Bat Canary3/7/2009

    I don't mind hearing about your shorts being down, dear, but I don't want to have to envision the cream of your brain. Yuck!

  • Matt A. Maxx3/7/2009

    Ooops!

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