I was fortunate enough to get a few early in the morning nude walks this summer. The freedom was amazing.
A long, long time ago my first partner/girlfriend and I went for a walk along a beautiful sandy Northumberland beach just after daybreak at the height of the summer during a heatwave. There wasn't another soul in sight so we put all our clothes in our bag and walked naked and barefoot on the sand. After about half an hour of enjoying our stroll au naturel in these lovely surroundings, we realised that we weren't alone on the beach. An old couple had been ahead of us and were now walking back towards us from the end of the spit. Embarrassed at being caught out in the nude by them, we hastily put on our swimsuits. As the elderly couple passed by soon after, we realised that they were both stark naked. They must have thought we were a right couple of plonkers.
You both did what you thought was right, that can't be a bad thing. You should've just say hello to them and say we do the same thing sometimes.
Now I think about it, walking together naked and barefoot hand-in-hand has been almost a rite of passage in both of my other two relationships. It's the kind of thing you do early on when you're still absorbed in the romantic stage. To me, there's nothing more romantic than walking naked and barefoot on sand hand-in-hand. If ever I start another relationship, I'll make sure it's one the first things we do together. And not worry about being too old or if anyone sees us. I could dig into the symbolism about being reborn together, etc., but that would be a bit boring.
That's exactly what we should have done, but we were just a couple of shy kids doing something completely innocent that we thought others would think was wrong. We did learn better.
During the summer, I run errands or go grocery shopping in nothing but a tshirt. It is such a turn on
Way back in my much younger days I had "paper route." That is where you would deliver old fashioned newspapers to homes in a specific area. One of the stops on my route was an apartment building that was mainly occupied by older retired people. The was an ancient slow elevator that navigated all the floors in the building. At the top floor, there was a flight of stairs that you could take up to gain access to the roof. There was a box structure with a door that provided and entrance way to the roof. I checked it out one day, I could leave the building and get back in. On a subsequent day I went up the stairs, took off all my clothes, and went out on the roof naked. I walked around for awhile and just enjoyed the feeling of being naked and the wind caressing my body. The only danger was that maintenance staff from the building might catch me up there but it didn't happen. The old tenants weren't about to go up there. It became a regular thing for me for a while when I was out delivering papers. I only did it during the warmer months and not the bitter cold winters we had back then. The building was about six floors tall with a stone wall around the perimeter of the deck. I didn't know that I was necessarily and exhibitionist, since I didn't know the term. It just liked the feeling of being naked outside and the slight chance that I might be discovered.