Living on a ski hill is definitely not a bad life. I was staying at Silver Star ski resort with my Mom and Dad. Our lives consisted of downhill skiing in the morning, followed by a hot tub and then cross country skiing in the afternoon.
The hot tub was of course secluded off the back porch, protected by a fence and trees so no one else could see, so going in for a skinny dip seemed to be the ONLY option. A nude hot tub became my ritual for several days until one day it went all wrong. After another good morning of skiing, around noon, I did my regular dash through the cold to get to the hot tub. I was soaking and relaxing when all of a sudden I heard footsteps, I opened my eyes and a man was standing just a couple of meters away from me. Well, things just got super awkward.. Of course, out of instinct, I yelled "I - I'M NAKED... PLEASE TURN AROUND!" He acted quite flustered but politely turned around. I did no explaining or talking and just bolted it for the door never to see the man again.
Well, it turns out this guy was just doing his regular hot tub checks to put chemicals into the water. He's probably used to those nude apres-ski'ers. After this hot tub experience I ALWAYS wear a bathing suit.
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