Can't help you with the un-erotic ones, So here's one from the other side.
Cast your minds back to the glorious heyday* of the Thatcher years, 1983, and a certain young Duke whose only real idea of what girls looked like came from the underwear sections of various catalogues.

Focus specifically on the summer, when a logistical error on the part of the local guide troupe saw the family playing host to a scandinavian exchange student for a week. A slender, blonde, 17 year old goddess with a shy smile and downcast eyes. Worse, a goddess who was always kept busy doing guide troupe things and steered very firmly away from even speaking to the young Duke.

All of which preamble leads up to a particular friday morning.
Breakfast cleared away, school bag needs "games" kit packed in for the usual friday afternoon running about.
So our hero trudges wearily upstairs to his room to fetch a pair of plimsoles. Barely registering the sound of the newly installed shower, until he reaches the top of the stairs and glances briefly to his left. To see the bathroom door wide open...

Pin sharp in my memory she stands under the falling water, sun streaming through the window behind her. Arms raised to rinse the last of the soap out of her hair displaying her firm pert breasts in glorious silouette.
Every droplet sparkling on her lightly tanned skin, every line of that lithe body etched itself into my mind as I stood watching her, brain racing, body frozen and entirely unable to move.
It could only have been a few seconds before she noticed me standing there. No way to disguise the fact I'd seen her, no way to hide my blushes. She however blushed not one bit, just smiled that sweet shy smile, waved a hand as though to say "hi, how're you doing..?" and went back to washing her hair, warm water running over her naked form in exactly the way my fingertips ached to follow.



Talk amongst yourselves for a while, I need a cup of tea and a lie down...

*May contain traces of sarcasm.
( DukeEuphoria Comes highly reccomended, Fri 29 May 2009, 14:33, 6 replies)

I have a question that may or may not be related to this post
Why is my desk trying to take off?
(Potty Jag har smör i min rumpspringa, Fri 29 May 2009, 14:45, closed)

Why can't the Scandinavians be more repressed like us?
It never did me any harm.


*sobs*
( girlinthehole, Fri 29 May 2009, 14:48, closed)

it's those swedish girls again
i do love them
(TheManWithThePlan cussed your mum on, Fri 29 May 2009, 15:11, closed)

thankyou, thankyou
That is a second hand mental picture that will keep me warm on those cold winter nights: you lucky dog you!
(brumguvnor www.twitter.com/brumguvnor, Fri 29 May 2009, 17:11, closed)

Blimey
We should all be so lucky at 17.
(Scritty Bakerman., Fri 29 May 2009, 19:13, closed)

why did our school have Scandinavian boys on exchange??
WHY?!? *sob*
(RVD420 has his world coming down on, Wed 3 Jun 2009, 17:44, closed)