Being an athletic trainer in college, I spent a lot of time in locker rooms assessing injuries after games while naked men or women ran around smacking each other with towels. I travelled with the team as well. While working with the men's soccer team (some of the best looking fellas on campus, by the way,) I travelled with them to Indiana for a weekend soccer tournament. We went straight to the field, had 2 games, and finally went to the hotel to clean up before going out to dinner. The first embarrassing moment happened when Coach Haley, a lovely british man, asked me in the locker room if "I had seen Paul's wang?" (hear this with a british accent, and yes, he said wang.) He explained that it was "quite impressive." I told him that I hadn't and didn't really think I should. I try to divert my eyes to non-wang parts while in the locker room. Im there on business, not pleasure. So anyways, back to the hotel.
I have my own room, being the only girl. I lock the door and head to the bathroom to shower. While I am showering my phone is ringing off the hook. After the 5th time, I run out of the shower, grabbing a towel, to go answer the phone, still soapy. Just as I pick up the receiver, my door bursts open and JD, the clown of the team is standing in my room. Coach is on the phone asking if I had his blue duffel bag because he can't find it...Im standing there ass naked, holding a phone, and JD is yelling for everyone to come into my room. Then I remember the towel. By this time, about 7 of the guys are in my room hooting and hollering. I shake out the towel and it is a hand towel. Damn! I decide my hoohaa is more important to cover than my taataas. So I am standing on the phone, soapy, with a hand towel covering my vag in front of the entire soccer team. Coach is dying laughing on the phone. The only thing I could think of saying was "Paul, I think I'd like to see your wang now."
I loved those boys so much. They made me feel like part of the team and they always took care of me...more so after they saw me naked. My good friend, Brad, finally wrangled all the boys out of my room. Turns out the door lock was broken...nice.