October 15th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
Prettiest Polar Bear
You’ve doubtless heard of the Polar Bear Club, that group of (usually) middle-aged-guys who go out on New Year’s Day (or some other suitable midwinter day), cut a hole in the ice, and jump into the hole (extra points for nekkidness). This phenomenon seems to happen anywhere that’s suitably wintry (Nome, Siberia, Minnesota) but the further north you get, the more participants seem to turn up.
Without further ado, then. They are not all middle-aged guys. This is the prettiest Polar Bear Club member I’ve ever seen:
From Sexoteric.
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Thats an awesome pic .. can almost imagine the water droplets falling from her nipples to become icelets..
Really sexy
I’m SO ready to warm her up…
Heart stopping…
I love snow and ice as much as I love naked girls. I fshe had a Nintendo with her I could happily live forever inside that photgraph.
The position of her body is beautiful. It really shows her curves and all her contours. She’s a beautiful woman.
Great photo. I thought Polar Bear Clubs were groups of winter swimmers, that you had to go daily or weekly. At least where I was raised up North it was like that. I used to go swim daily in the ocean off a pier. You’d jump in and swim back and forth between the 2 piers. There were probably about 3 dozen people, all male and mostly older men. My buddy and I were the only youngsters. To call yourself a member, you had to go 3 times a week all winter. Of course, that was back in the day when you could swim nude at the YMCA. Lots of us did back then. I’m not sure whether there was a term for the folks who dove in on New Years Day to “cure the hangover.” The Russian and Greek Orthodox in town would have their young (single) men drive for a cross on Jan. 3rd, the day of the blessing of the waters, regardless of the temperature and weather.
None of either group of swimmers were that pretty.
Check out the opening scene of Spielberg’s 1941.
“Horrywood!”