New converts

I didn't make it my life mission to convert people to nudism but I did convert many. By people I mean mostly ladies, as guys are quite easy to convert. I only know two guys who ever told me that they don't like public nudity.

First one warning. There is nothing sexual about this story so if this is what you are hoping for please stop right now. Anyway. One morning last month I saw that D had forgotten his keys on the key rack. It was not the first time, when he gets up before me he often goes on the couch with both his phone and tablet to "read the news" - most likely to touch himself while looking at sexy young ladies. So he sometimes gets late and hurries out forgetting to take his keys -or even sometimes his phone- and he realises it soon enough to come back for them (he walks to work).

Sure enough, I heard the door bell ring. So I made my smug face, took the keys on my index, opened the door wide and pointed them to him, while wearing a superior smile and looking sideways.

There was a moment of silence. I looked at D. It was not him but my neighbour downstairs and beyond the smug smile I was wearing only a towel. On my head. I swear I had no exhibitionist intention at all, I was just out of my shower and who would ring at my door at 8 am other than D.

We have one apartment on each floor, no lift as there are only three floors (but very tall ones) and my neighbours downstairs, at the ground floor, are a young(ish) Ukrainian family, mid thirties.

We sometimes exchange a few words in Russian, they speak some English but no French. Russian is their mother tongue and I now have so little opportunity to practice it. Probably they do too, as many if not most Ukrainians now refuse to speak Russian with each other.

After a moment of surprise, I did the necessary, covered my lady bits with my arms the best I could and asked him what had happened. His shock was bigger than mine, it took him a few seconds to swallow and mumble a few words in Russian "wife... chest pain... ambulance".

It was not a good moment for modesty so I dashed to the stairs, taking the towel from the top of my head to trying to wrap it around me. It was a small towel, not a full body one, so the best I managed was to hold it with an arm crossed over my chest to the other side so that only my hip was visible. At least I hope that was all which was visible, I didn't really have the time to check as I thought it was a life or death situation.

It was not that I had to call an ambulance as I thought, a doctor was already there (not sure whether from an ambulance or SOS Medecins), but he couldn't speak any English so I had to do the interpretation. My arrival, wrapped only in a small towel made a bit of an impression, but I sat down, crossed my legs and raised a bit the towel on my chest to be (mostly) covered.

The names of both my neighbours start by O so I will call him S and her O. O was seated on the side of the bed, wearing only a very nice and quite sexy pink silk night gown rolled down to her waist, while the doc had put some sort of suction devices on her chest and back and was looking at a small device. She has very beautiful and perky B cups which she didn't try to cover when I got in. We looked at each other and had a small laugh. We were both quite inconveniently dressed.

The doc made her look right then left, and said that her penetrating chest pain must have come from the neck, her heart was ok. He recommended an IRM to see whether she had a herniated disk, rest and massage. I translated, she was relieved. S saw the doc out (and undoubtedly paid him).

I'm sorry you see me like this, she said, without putting her top up. I said no problem, you have really beautiful breasts. Thank you, she said, yours seem to be impressive. I let my towel fall on my hip and straightened my back. Wow, she said, I wish I had those. And I wish I had yours, I said.

S entered and I tried to cover my chest with the towel. Oh well, I said, lowering my arms. S already saw me wearing this towel on my head, so... How come. I told her the story, she laughed instead of getting angry. You must have felt so ashamed. Just a bit, I didn't want to shock him. But we are used to nudity, we go to German spas almost every weekend and sometimes to nude beaches and resorts.

You can tell if a person is revulsed, uninterested, or attracted by nudism by their face when you mention the subject. O was clearly very interested. Never been to a spa in Germany but I heard about its nudity requirement, she said, how is it. I explained that there are several types, Wildbad, Friedrichsbad and Sondheim don't attract the same people. She was clearly more interest by Sinsheim - young crowd, cocktails in the pool and possibility to tan outside. And, because of S's presence, I had not even mentioned those excellent beds. You can join us next Sunday if you want, I said.

S, she said, would you like to see F naked again? He felt the trap and mumbled something like "it's not about that, just whether you think..". She laughed. I take it as a resounding yes. But won't you be jealous if all those men see me naked? Again he felt the trap and said something like "A bit but if it's ok for you... It's just that..." He stopped but I knew exactly what he was thinking. Don't worry, all men are afraid that they'll have an involuntary one, but they don't. And if by miracle you get one, just cover it a bit. You'll spend most of the time in the pool or wrapped in your robe or towel anyway.

O asked S to leave the room then asked m about intimate fashion and whether she needed to shave entirely. I said no, you do what is more comfortable for you. But most girls are shaved, right? Right. More like 51 or 99%? More like 99. Then I need to, and S would love it but you know, I'm quite hairy down there and...

She raised her gown and opened a bit her legs to show. She is a brunette with very white skin so it was quite striking. She had a relatively wide landing strip but she was unshaved further down and her inner lips were protruding quite a bit. This is too much right? Again, I said. there is no obligation, but if you want to blend in, you may want to trim a bit more, especially on your lips. I also sometimes wear a landing strip, but it's narrower and I'm blond and don't have a lot down there.

I opened the towel and showed my smooth lower part. Wow, she said, that's beautiful but unfortunately I'm not made like you, all tight and nice inside. I was thinking of surgery. Don't be silly, I said, most men prefer yours, more to look at and play with. But will I attract a lot of attention?
I said Get up and take that gown off. I took her in front of the full-size mirror. What do you see? A gorgeous tall blonde and me, she said. You are smoking hot, I said so yes, you will attract a lot of attention. And you will start to like it and want to look at your best. Most ladies, me included, even wear a bit of makeup in the pool and in the saunas.

I never shaved further down, she said, it must be difficult. I laughed. Yes, you need a bit of flexibility, patience and a mirror. But you can ask S, D loves to shave mine. S is not very handy, he will definitely cut me. Then I can help and also share some cream with antibiotics to make sure you don't get a rash. That would be nice. Or I can ask my hubby, he would very much like to. We're not that familiar yet, she laughed. Good day Sir, I live in the same building, would you be so kind to shave my pussy? She had used the vulgar p name, which made both of us laugh.

S! She shouted, you can come back.S was prompt to step in as fast as if he had listened to the door. I went to the chair and took my towel to wrap myself back in it. On Sunday we go to Sinsheim with F and Mr T and you have my permission to admire F naked as long as you want. He several times mentioned to me how sexy our neighbour upstairs is and probably often imagined you naked. Yeah, guys do this, don't they. I teasingly opened my towel and shook it for a couple of seconds then closed the towel back. He mumbled again some PC stuff like "if you so wish honey", but clearly the idea was not unpleasant to him.
I left and, on the stairs, going back up to my apartment I met my neighbour from upstairs. He said hello but looked at me with big eyes. He passed me but I turned my head and, sure enough, he had stopped to stare. Ok, it's not every day that you meet your neighbour wearing only a towel but still.

Getting up to my apartment I understood when I looked in my big hall mirror. I was wearing my little towel a bit too high and, while it was covering my chest quite well, it didn't cover a whole lot of my nether parts. Oh well. His wife looks a bit difficult, but maybe I talk them too into joining us at Sinsheim and then I won't care anylonger what I wear or don't wear on the stairs of my building.

The rest of the story, maybe another time. Yes, we went to two different spas with O and S and no, I didn't have the occasion to talk my neighbours upstairs into joining us.

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