As much as I enjoy intentional cfnm experiences, e.g. at a c/o or nude beach etc, for me the best experiences by far tend to be those rare, unexpected ones where the circumstances just happen to line up perfectly. The best one I’ve had was about 6 years ago, when I was in my mid 20’s.
I used to swim each weekend at what was then my local pool. It was part of a leisure centre that was built about 40 years ago, so was in need of a total refurb. Eventually they secured enough money and began the works, doing one area at a time so that the centre could stay open throughout. One weekend in the summer I went along to my usual Saturday swimming session, which was usually quite popular with families, but also had some lanes marked out for serious swimmers. There was a notice in reception, stating that the women’s pool changing room was closed for refurbishment and that people should follow the temporary signs instead. I paid for my swim and went along to the men’s changing room as usual.
Once I got to the corridor outside, I saw the door to the women’s changing room was blocked off with a barrier and a laminated paper sign saying ‘pool changing’ pointed into the men’s room. The men’s changing room door was propped open and the ‘male’ symbol on the door had been covered up. Confused, I went through the door, to find that they’d essentially split the men’s changing room down the middle, using a line of portable dividers, all fastened together, with men directed to the left and women to the right. They’d angled a couple of additional screens at each end of the room which you had to walk around, so that you couldn’t see into either side from the entrance door. It meant the changing area was half the usual size, so crowded and a bit chaotic, but I just got changed and went for my swim. At this point I had no idea about the treat that was in store after my swim.
I got out of the pool just before the end of the session, so the changing room was even busier than before. I kicked myself for my lack of planning, but grabbed my towel from my locker, stripped off my trunks and headed to the open showers, naked, like I always did. The showers were on the left hand side of the changing room (so in the men’s side under this new temporary layout), though the entrance was right at the end, pretty much next to where you came in from the poolside. There were only a couple of shower heads free when I got there, with about four guys showering in swim shorts and a couple who were showering naked, like me.
I started rinsing off, and literally no more than a minute later, a woman of about 45-50 casually walked into the shower area in her swimsuit, didn’t react at all to the three fully naked men showering off, and began rinsing her hair under one of the showers. An older guy in swim shorts angrily asked her what she was doing and told her she shouldn’t be in the men’s showers. I had to admire the woman, as without raising her voice, she told him firmly that these were the only showers available, were for anyone to use and that she had a right to use them. He grumbled something about double standards and quickly disappeared into the changing room. None of the other guys seemed bothered at all, and one of them even said something like ‘good for you’ or ‘you tell him’ or something like that. To be fair to the woman, she didn’t seem to be paying any particular attention to the half or fully naked guys around her and just got on with washing her hair. In light of that and the fact she was about 20 years older than me, I just found the situation interesting - rather than a real turn on.
Over the next few minutes a couple of guys came and went, when suddenly a younger female voice called out from somewhere around the corner ‘Mum’. Then a few seconds later ‘mum, have you got the locker key?’. The woman in the shower shouted back that she was in the shower and that she had the locker key and shampoo. To my shock, about five seconds later, a pretty, skinny young woman of about 19 appeared in the entrance way in a bikini. My shower was directly opposite the entrance, so at this point I was standing fully naked right in front of her - literally only about 10 feet away. I remember she sort of froze for a couple of seconds when she realised there were naked men in there, literally looked me up and down and then made an exaggerated motion of shielding her eyes with her hand as she went over to her mother. She mumbled something, to which the mother replied that it was fine to use these showers, and handed her the shampoo. The girl turned back around, unsure which shower to take. The only free ones were either directly beside me, or in the corner which would’ve meant squeezing between two older men in shorts, so she opted for the one next to me.
So, I got to spend the next 5 minutes or so showering naked, right next to a pretty 19yr old girl in a bikini, with her mother practically opposite. It was an amazing feeling. I didn’t want to stare too much, but I saw her taking some good looks around the room, including at me and the other naked guy who also looked in the 25-30 age range. During this time a teenage guy wandered into the shower area nude, but quickly turned around when he saw there were women present and returned in shorts. After another few minutes I obviously wanted to stay longer, but I’d already been in the shower at least 10 minutes and was starting to feel quite turned on by the situation - and I’m pretty sure an erection would’ve gone down like a lead balloon. Then, just as I was getting ready to reluctantly leave the showers, two curvy girls in swimsuits who looked early 20’s appeared in the entrance way. As soon as they saw me, naked and dripping wet from the shower, they stopped dead in their tracks. One of them stifled a laugh with her hand, while the other one looked around and saw the other naked guy, which made her start giggling too. They quickly turned around and left, saying things like ‘oh my God, we must be in the men’s showers’ etc and laughing.
I basically followed them out of the shower area, and as I got to where you turned to go into the men’s changing area, they had literally stopped just around the corner, clearly confused about where to go. So, I literally walked into one of them - me still naked and with my towel over my shoulder. We both apologised, the other girl started laughing again and asked me where the women’s area is. I pointed them in the right direction (still nude), they thanked me and quickly walked off to the women’s side, smirking and laughing as they went. I only swam once each weekend, but given the amazing experience I’d had, I went back again on Sunday to the morning session. I’ve no idea how many more guys and women had cfnm experiences there on the Saturday, but clearly not everyone is into it, as by the next morning they’d already put up printed signs which said the showers were mixed and that swimsuits should stay on. However, they seemed to be ignoring the fact that because they were technically on the men’s side, even just walking into the shower area gave you a couple of seconds clear view into the men’s changing area, which was all open plan.
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