I went over to pick up a co-worker/friend at her apartment to carpool to a company dinner party; she lives nearby and we typically share rides when we can. She was running late and had me wait in her living room and watch TV while she got ready. She had recently returned from a trip to the Caribbean with a girl friend of hers and I noticed a stack of photos sitting on the coffee table.
My curiosity got the best of me and I picked up the stack and started through them. Mostly normal stuff sunsets, beaches, the girls at dinner, by the pool, on the beach, etc, though I must admit, both girls looked unexpectedly good in their bikinis. As I continued through the stack, I was surprised by what I found—the pair gave toplessness a go.
I felt guilty looking at the pics, but I couldn’t stop, either. They were tanning, swimming, sitting at the bar, walking on the beach, and posing with new friends bare breasted. They both looked confident, comfortable and really sexy. When I thought the pictures couldn’t get any spicier, they did.
The girls, and apparently some new friends (both guys and another girl), found a secluded beach and took off more than just their tops. Normally reserved, my co-worker and her friend were surprisingly uninhibited. In the “you learn something new everyday” category, it was apparent from the photos that my co-worker’s friend was indeed a natural redhead and has a piercing in a special place, while my co-worker, well, her natural color was impossible to discern as she was shaved clean as a baby.
Before I could get any through any more, she called from her room and said she was just about ready. I quickly put the pics back in the stack and tried to compose myself. She apologized for taking so long and I stammered something in reply and we headed out.
As we drove, she told me all about her trip. They had a wonderful, relaxing time and she said she was able to let her hair down (I chuckled to myself about the irony). Not surprisingly, she didn’t mention that she had spent most of the time topless and nude.
All night, I felt really guilty that I sort of violated her privacy and felt even worse that every time I looked at her at the dinner party, her naked body popped into my head. She’s a good friend and a co-worker. I feel as if I should tell her that I saw her photos, but I’m afraid that it might ruin our friendship. Any recommendations on what I should do?
I would keep quiet and just keep the memory to myself like a precious gem to horde and look back on when no one is around.
If the pictures have made you interested in her, you might want to try working it to your advantage.
"You know what I've always wanted to do... run on the beach naked. How about you?" If she admits to having done that, say "Wow... I would love to have been able to see that!" If she offers to show you the pics, you're golden.
I would say she wanted you to see them. Who leaves a stack of nude pictures of themselves laying around on a coffee table when they know someone is coming over?