Nudey J. Booty

When you think Hungarian women, the picture of beauty is not so conventional. Ok let's face it, most of them of have been kissing trains. We're talking hairy, we're talking furrowed brows that have been scowling since they entered their post communist world.

So you can imagine my utter shock and horror when I went to partake in the famous Hungarian thermal baths and was exposed to their large and in charge, fully naked bods.

Let's set the scene for the encounter. I went to have a massage, very cheap in Hungary. This place was very confusing, signs were all over the place in broken English, and old Hungarian women who worked at the baths kept grabbing me and turning me down dimly lit hallways. I arrived at the massage area to be handed a singular sheet and told to wait. As I sat down ready to contemplate what I potentially had gotten myself into, I saw it. Gasp! The massage room with a large naked body oiled up and jiggling about. It reminded me of a beached whale and someone trying to lift it but failing over and over. It was a glimpse into a future that I hope and pray doesn't await for me, a future where gravity is a woman's worst enemy, an unescapable force.

Once the initial shock set in, then the next obvious concern that crossed my mind was, "Oh my gosh, am I going to have to get naked?"
Thankfully for this modest American girl, I was able to maintain some dignity and keep my Getter booty from being exposed, but my eyes may never recover.