Not in the same room, but my neighbour at my old place could see in my living room, if they where on their balcony.
During Rona, I got way too much into Just Dance and in summer I would play the game while half naked (because Rona and I felt secure at home + I sweat a lot). Well one afternoon I aas rocking to some Twice song (i think it was likey or signal?)... I did the same song 7 times or so in a row... and than turn around... and see my neighbour standing there on their balcony enjoying a beer... the very same night I ordered curtains.
I was returning an item to a friend, and her roommate let me in before we went into her room and realized she wasn't there.
I was being snarky and shared a story with the roommate about my friend that wasn't awful but one I probably shouldn't have shared.
As I was coming up to the punchline of the story, I walked across her room to put the item on her side table, only to realize she was there the whole time. The blankets and pillows were shoved aside and blocked her from view if you were standing by the door.
The reason she had done that - and remained quiet for the whole story - was she was naked and getting munched on by her girlfriend, and they were both waiting for us to leave so they could continue.
There was like 4 seconds of locked eyes between all of us before I pulled a Skyrim NPC moment out of embarrassment. ("Well I guess she isn't here, I'll just leave the item I borrowed on her side table...")
The whole situation, and especially my Skyrim moment, makes me cringe to this day.
No, but not because of this though. We just slowly drifted apart over time. Then I stepped away from social media and that was the last time I seen or heard anything from her.
During. Hit a particularly good spot, made a noise and then the other person made a noise. My hyper repressed roommate who had opened the door to offer pizza and didn't knock. I told him to fucking knock. Eye contact was made and I just sort of froze into place. They slowly closed the door and left. I had a panic attack and then went into the kitchen to apologize. He was a bit shook and just offered pizza. I ate a piece awkwardly on the couch. We sat in silence for like 10 minutes until I said "I told you to knock" and he said "Will you suck my dick" to which my eyebrows flew off my face. Apparently alcohol was involved before pizza was ordered and "gave him confidence to finally ask" to which I said "And you have asked and done the hard part which means when sober you can ask again, clear headed, and know its exactly what you want if you want. If it is, sure. If it aint, we forget about it."
And before anyone goes "Yeah sure, that happened", this is weirdly common amongst gay men who've lived in housing with various people from different backgrounds and countries. A lot of people are curious and wanna try. I've met a bizarre amount of gay men who've all had more or less the same encounter, typically minus the dildo part, and thank god all the ones I've taledk to have also said "Hit me up when sober."
Had an ingrown hair on my taint. Mom walked in to find me standing on the bathroom counter, balls pulled up, leaned back against the wall behind me, and squeezing it. She thought I was fingering my ass lmao
Danced and swung my ass a lot, thinking i was alone in the office...i wasnt...my boss walked by, stood in the door frame. I notice him. we bot stared so long at each other akwardly
I was 9 and had grown breasts, and they were just fascinating because they were new. My brother's friend caught me absentmindedly bouncing one in my hand.