I think the dancer Karen Standley in the opening titles of Tales Of The Unexpected was the first woman - other than my dear Mother, that I saw naked. Leastways thought I saw her naked.
Karen's silhouette managed to sear herself into my adolescent brain like the sexual imprinting equivalent of a red hot branding iron.
Was it the hair cut? The way she moves her snake-like wrists? The slightest hint of a bosom?
I couldn't tell you.
Whatever it is - Karen Standley has it in spades.