Ladybum
I may have mentioned before how I was a devout religious type, and therefore never really had much to do with girls. At university I averted my gaze if I saw a woman wearing anything remotely revealing. I didn't give it much thought, really, it was part of being religious. I avoided girls, they avoided me and everybody was happy.

Being at university in a river town, and being a small type of chap, meant that it was almost inevitable that I would get sucked into the world of rowing, particularly coxing (the cox is the little fellow sitting at the stern of the boat, steering and shouting instructions to the crew. By the way, this isn't going to be a pun about cox, don't worry.) It's pretty normal for women's crews to have a male cox, and as fate would have it I was made cox of a women's boat. No problems there- I would fulfil my duties as cox and then run away, never having to compromise my religion. All was peachy.

Our boat club went to Dublin for a regatta, and all of us (mens and womens teams) were booked into three rooms at a youth hostel. I was laying my towel and toothbrush on a bed in one of the men's dorms, chatting with my chums in one of the crews when the ladies trooped in.

"There's a spare bed in our dorm, and we don't want a stranger taking it. Who wants to sleep with us?"

All the men in my dorm looked beseechingly at Sally, the women's captain, and she, damn her, said "Right IGIM, we know you best and we know you aren't going to cop a feel while we're asleep. You're coming with us."

Gulp. She wouldn't take no for an answer. Not only was I running the gauntlet of accidentally seeing an ankle (or, god forbid, something even saucier), thus condemning myself to eternity in hell, I was also an object of utter hatred to all the men in the club. Splendid.

Sadly I took a bunk close to the door, so that I could escape quickly if needed. The ladies didn't share my prudery, and were happy picking through my clothes and commenting on my tiny waist size. I closed my eyes tightly at the first hint of imminent clothes removal.

I woke up one morning after a lovely dream about mosques and beards, stretched, yawned and open my eyes in one fluid motion.

And of course, ended up grabbing, inhaling and ogling a pert and quite naked rowers bottom. In one fluid motion.
(I grew it myself, Mon 1 Jun 2009, 13:20, 3 replies)

*gulpsgigglesnortcoughgaspBWAHA*
Ahem. That made me do the above in a fairly undignified manner.

Good job.
(Scritty Bakerman., Mon 1 Jun 2009, 13:57, closed)

^^
THIS!
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Tue 2 Jun 2009, 9:56, closed)

Bravo.
Top Drawer if I do say so.
Gets a click from me.
(Crudler, Mon 1 Jun 2009, 22:38, closed)