My husband is one of the shyest people I know when it comes to showing the goods. He dresses in baggy pants, and all my efforts to upgrade his wardrobe have failed in that one respect.
Get him alone and it's a different tune. We'll be getting ready to go out in the evening, and I'll be in front of the mirror holding a towel in front of me while I'm putting on makeup, and he'll come in helicoptering and yelling "woo hoo!"
Outside of home, it's the opposite. I'll flash him in public to get a rise out of him. I'm discrete. I'm not going to flash strangers.
Our pool and spa are clothing prohibited when we're alone. We were in the spa one evening when I went inside to get more wine. I was in a robe, and it's a good thing because the doorbell rang. At 9:30 in the evening, I knew exactly who it was. My girlfriend from Orlando was passing through and stopped by just for a few seconds to say hi. She saw I was in my robe and asked if I was getting ready for bed. I told her that we were in the spa, and he was there now.
Well, she knew our spa rules and said she would call me tomorrow. I told her to stay for a second and come and tell him hi. She knew by my wicked smile what was up.
When we both walked out on the patio I thought he would have a fit. I could see him lunge for his robe, just out of reach, and then quickly sit back down.
I had turned off the jets when I got out, and I could almost read his mind that he was about to turn them on again to obscure the visibility. The water was crystal clear, of course. I could see, but she wasn't close enough.
It was all I could do to not laugh. She never got closer than she was, but they exchanged pleasantries, and he was quite strained in his responses. I'm sure he was afraid she'd come closer.
When she left I came back out and asked if he was OK. He said he was fine, but I could tell he had been sweating her visit.
I laughed about it later, be he never saw the humor in any of it.