Best naked expirience

awesome we should do it together someday...

 

and do the 6 hour hike up kings canyon??

 

Did u get a hard on while doing this. If yes, what was your next activity?

 

If I Were You, I'd Ask "Kings" Permission Before I Hiked Up His Canyon...

Just Sayin....



Cheers Glen.

 

i'm sure he doesn't mind,i've done it many times

 

Are you talking about the King Canyon in the Northern Territory? Australia?

 

no,california
sorry :/

 

Darn it. I could do with some more naked friends ........

 

yes

 

yay!!!;3
lol

 

Had me doing double takes at this thread as I thought it was about Australia! So what's wrong with walking naked through King's Canyon here in the NT, Australia? A trip to the Top End would not be complete without a strip and a dunk in one of the luxurious water holes. Who cares what the textile tinpot tourists think of a couple of nudists wandering around. Are the police going to come trotting in and round them up. Ha ha, I think not!!

 

96 hours completely naked.. nothing stopping me, and have a great time with all kinds of sex.

 

Aside from this year's first swift nude dip into a lake - didn't last long, since the water was friggin' cold - and some naturist sunbathing at my favourite lake, I must say, that tonight's nude stroll in the park has become the best naked experience this year so far... it was sort of the crowning event of my barefoot Whitsun weekend (you can read the barefoot part right here).

All in all, a nice barefoot day-out and an almost perfect happy ending for a barefoot Whitsun weekend.

Why only almost...? After coming home, I felt that it was something like a dessert fit for a king, with ice cream amarena cherries, chocolate and caramel sauce, a nice crown of whipped cream... only the cherry on top was missing. I felt that there was something more I could do to make it a perfect barefoot Whitsun, sort of the triumphant final chord of a barefoot symphony.

So, I decided to return to the park after sunset. This time, I was wearing an African- style tie-dye kaftan and was skyclad underneath. I wanted to pursue an idea I had when taking an after-dark barefoot stroll in the park eight days ago: get in touch with Mother Nature not only with my bare soles but with my whole bare body.

Since the garment I wore was almost as light as a soft breeze, I felt almost nude when walking down the road leading to the park. Just like the time before, it wasn't really dar, since the sky was still glowing faintly after sunset, and in the south-east a waxing moon, tho-thirds full, was casting a milky light over the park. The grass was only slightly moist underfoot, as dew hadn't fallen fully yet. Nevertheless, the feeling was delightful. With tmeperatures still around 17°C it was pleasantly warm, just as the occasional very slight breeze.

I went to the middle part of the park, sat down on a bench and had a cigarette, listening into the evening sounds, mixed with the drone of the highway (A 40) nearby, looking over the park to see, whether there were still people, or at least people-shaped silhouettes out there... But there was neither a person to see nor to hear - which would have been easy on the sand paths, mixed with small grit. Shod feet walking on that make a very distinct and quite audible crunching sound. So, after smoking my cigarette, I went to the south-eastern part of the park, sat down cross-legged, Indian style, on the earth near a group of dense bushes, facing the north-east, where the sky was still gleaming with last remnants of orange-red, and pulled the kaftan over my head, now being fully nude.

I felt, that this was a very nice way to get in touch with Mother Earth, and so I sat there, relaxing, breathing, almost meditating for half an hour, before I decided to tune up the boldness level a notch - or rather to tune it up to max volume, really. I put the kaftan into my shoulder bag, careful to pack it in so that it could be pulled out fast and pulled over my body even faster... I almost felt like a parachutist packing his gear. I then stood up, still naked, brushing earth and leaves from my bare behind and started walking towards the western end of the park, where I had been today in broad daylight. Since I hadn't heard any hints of other human beings in the park, I decided it would be safe enough to take a nude stroll. And as it turned out, it was... I went to the place where I had the idea of lying down nude in the grass, stretching out and feeling Mother Earth's dewy kiss on my naked skin and did just that. I lied down on my back, arms sretched sideways, legs spread and took several deep deep breaths, looking up into the now cloudy sky, with a few stars winking between the clouds. It felt magnificent, almost like being cradled in the Great Mother's arms... After about two minutes of lying in the cool grass I stood up - still nude, and again listened into the park... no sign of anyone near, no crunching steps on the paths - so, therefore no reason to get dressed yet. I strolled over to the place where I had sunbathed the afternoon before, touching the bark of that young oak as if greeting a friend, looking over to the fairy-ridden chestnut tree with a grin, and then slowly walking towards one of the paths leading eastward. I then decided that there was no point in getting dressed at all before leaving the park, since still no one was there. So I went to the bench where I had sat down before going to my relaxation place, and sat down there again, having a cigarette - still nude. After finishing that cig, I still didn't hear or see anyone near, and so I stood up and walked relaxedly and still naked towards the park's exit, using the main path which now bent southwards, parallel to a large road - and there was plenty of lighting, too, since the large street lamps were on, basking the path partly in their orange light. That was the really risky part of my skyclad stroll, since a random pedestrian on the sidewalk slightly above park could have easily spotted me buck-naked on the path below... And just as I reahed the paved part of the path, almost in sight of the road, I pulled out my kaftan from my bag, slipped into it, put my MP3 player earphones in and happily padded home on my bare feet, listening to some psytrance, feeling elated.

Now that truly was the missing cherry on top and the true happy ending of a barefoot Whitsun weekend.

Wiggling nude and happy toes,

~*Ganesha*~

 

Lol oh gosh. Once a couple friends and I went to the beach at night and skinny dippied. I felt so free, it was awesome. I recommend it to anyone.

 

My trip to a clothing optional beach last weekend. I was sat naked on the beach behind two bikini-clad young women. I had a newspaper on the floor in front of me and my legs slightly apart. At first the two girls were led on their backs sleeping and facing away from me. One of them then turned over and noticed I was sat there naked. It was a really hot day so my d**k was looking quite large. She put on her shades and started staring between my legs with a little grin of approval on her face. I have to admit that having her watch me like that turned me on and I began to get quite hard. She whispered to her mate about what she was watching and her mate too turned over, put on her shades and enjoyed the view, and both of them continued staring without reservation. Pretty soon I had doubled in size but managed to prevent myself getting a full erection. Luckily, I was positioned at such an angle that only these two women could see.
What a day! And summer has only just started! So come on girls - get down to the beach!

 

i had a gf, and we loved to be naked. we used to lay in the yard naked for hours. our fav spot, was at an uncharted lake in the woods. it had a small sandy beach, we used to make love in the woods at this spot all the time as well as just be naked. We used to love to do it in the lake naked ahah

 

Did you have fun with that bullshit, non-nudist tale? We do have sections on this site where you can post fictional erotica - you don't have to come troll the nude forums.

 

I do have a good writing style don't I? But I can assure you that it's all true. I think my story is probably quite tame compared with what some people get up to on nude beaches.

 

Then 'some people' go to the nude beaches where I don't go. Cut the crap man:coffee:

 

Spending a week and a half naked at a nudist resort in Florida in 2000 and again in 2001.