A couple of other people have mentioned Skin Deep and THAT Raye Hollit scene: for me it was one of the most incredible moments of my life, as it provided me with my first orgasm
This was UK, c.1990: no internet, no cable/satellite TV, a fairly sheltered middle class upbringing. I was 12 years old, it was the summer holidays from school, and I had just got a little portable TV in my room. I used to go through the Radio Times (the oddly named TV guide) looking through the movie reviews for the telltale warning: "nudity". I had been feeling tingles around girls and when looking at sexy women on TV for some time, but had not yet popped the cork, so to speak.
And so I settled down into bed, locked the door, and turned on Skin Deep, waiting for the promised nudity and the enjoyable tingles it would give me. Until then, I can't remember seeing a genuinely muscular woman, though I had enjoyed looking at female gymnasts and athletes on TV, not to mention a girl at my school who had what I remember as astonishingly thick and muscular legs for an 11 year old (though perhaps they have grown in my imagination over the years).
Raye blew them all out of the water. Lying in bed, in the dark, I had absolutely no idea what was about to come (in more ways than one, heh) when she emerged from the bathroom and turned down the light. As I said, I was an innocent kid in an innocent age: a couple of my worldier friends had made some knowing cracks about "wanking" and of course I had laughed along without knowing what the hell they were on about.
And then she stepped into the spotlight, shrugging off her shawl, exposing the lushest, most beautiful, powerful, erotic vision I had ever encountered in my young life. My stomach lurched and I became dizzy even though I was lying down; I had the feeling you get when you think you're about to vomit, only somehow more pleasurable and exciting. Through the neurons and as-yet-undiscovered pleasure centres exploding in my brain, I watched her flex that unfathomable body, and heard her say something about it being "all yours....how do you feel about that?"
It was as if she was talking to me. My dick had reached diamond-level hardness and I began involuntarily thrusting my hips back and forth beneath my duvet as I watched Raye finish her show with a giggle, and approach the bed: from behind, my eyes ate up her flawless, powerful body as she removed her bra, focusing (inasmuch as I could focus on anything in my state of extreme panicked arousal) first on her thick, shapely bottom, and then on the glimpse of sideboob and back to the ass as she peeled down her panties.
As if I couldn't get any more aroused, she was talking to the wide-eyed guy in bed (ie me) in a teasing, dominant way, as if she was guiding me into my first sexual experience, which indeed she was! "I hope you're not frightened now," she said, as that unbelievable naked body straddled John Ritter's penis. My own penis was now beyond my control, humping the bedsheets like a locomotive. I imagined Raye on top of me instead of the actor, those immense naked thighs squeezing me, strong hands rubbing my chest and face while her huge chest bounced before my eyes and her long blonde hair tickled me. Asher lovely face headed downward, my uncontrollable jerking reached fever pitch: I lost control of my entire body and mind; literal fireworks were going off in my head as I released the longest, most powerful orgasm I have ever produced. It must have been thirty seconds from start to finish.
As I lay trembling, looking glazed-eyed (and glazed-panted, heh) at Raye doing aerobics in the following scene, I literally did not know what had occurred. What the hell was all this goop on my shorts and duvet? Was this supposed to happen? Had I broken something? One thing was for sure, I was gonna try it again, with women like Raye as my inspiration! Ah, to be young again