Nakedness

I walk around naked and barefoot I wish I could go places naked.

 

I really wish we all could go naked in the daytime that would be awesome.

 

I was fortunate enough to get a few early in the morning nude walks this summer. The freedom was amazing.

 

It is exciting when people you dn’t know see something that should be private LOL

 

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.

 

I love walking around naked and barefoot I wish I could do that every day all year around.

 

I hear ya brother. Just have to enjoy the opportunities when you can.

 

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.

 

Were you secretly hoping you would get caught?

 

Tha

That would be a great feeling if they didn't mind if they caught you .

 

Well, I guess I was hoping that someone from a neighboring building would see me. As far as someone in the building, not so much. Because I delivered newspapers to many of the tenants, I was pretty well known. If I was caught, it would have likely been by building management or maintenance staff. I'm not sure what their reaction would have been, but I didn't need that notoriety. They probably would have had some advance warning since if they came up the stairs, they would have seen a pile of clothes there.

But I suppose that risk added to the excitement.

 

It would have been a great feeling to be caught if they just laughed it off. I might have been dismissed as some kid getting a cheap thrill. I never considered that possibility.

 

Not completely sure if there was a question or theme to this string the originator posted and ran never to be heard from again. I’m assuming it’s just stories of the enjoyment of nakedness….

I have mentioned in past finding a nude beach with a buddy. As two young teens exploring this new found Eden was such a thrill. Some of those adventures I have shared with folks here.

In general the freedom to be naked was mind blowing for us. We often arrived early morning so from time to time we would be walking the quiet beach naked and enjoying the breeze as the sun started to warm us.

We would encounter others arriving and you would get a smile and good morning from regulars as they walked past, other times you would encounter others hoping to sneak in for a curious peek. Men hoping to lurk but also curious women of all ages hoping to explore a more daring angle to life. These were the ones I enjoyed most.

Being young, we posed little threat I suppose, and I loved to see the blushing face of a woman hoping to quietly slip in and find an out of the way spot to observe and possibly muster the courage to join in. Perhaps just topless at first. But then finds herself face to face with two naked young lads providing a full frontal introduction.

Standing there engaging her in perhaps uncomfortable conversation, her eyes were not sure where to look.
My friend and I were polar opposite specimens, as I was rather small for my age under developed and under achieving in puberty and size. My Buddy exceeding the mark on all fronts with a large muscular physique and overly blessed in girth and length.

We would start to chat allowing her ample time to observe the differences and admire the variety presented. Her cheeks reddening further each time she would glance down a little longer.

It always felt so amazing to feel the winds blowing over your flesh, her eyes enjoying the sight and the thrill she was getting was showing in her glowing face as the pink flush ran down her neck and into her chest.

A nervous smile, a clearing of the throat before each word spoken. That moment of embarrassed interaction but hesitancy to look away.

It was a thrill for us and arousing and we would recount these moments later together on our bus ride home or evening debriefs of the days adventures, where we didn’t have to Suppress just how arousing it was for us, the excitement was obvious but that’s for a different thread.

The icing on the cake was being able to watch the newcomers gain the courage to remove their clothes as well. Slowly and hoping to be discreetly slipping out of a bra and removing their panties often in front of us.
We struggled to hide our appreciation as they too seemed to appreciate the affects they were having on us young blokes.

I still find it a thrill to watch first timers to this day, however as an old boy on the beach it’s rarely for my benefit, but still nice to watch from a distance.
There really are few better feelings than naked and free.