So, besides the fact that I grew up as a kid on a lake in Indiana and quickly discovered the joys of skinny dipping (or chunky dunking as some call it), and further explored nude recreation in the woods that surrounded this large lake, I was part of that generation that showering was required after gym class. Showering naked in front of my fellow students was no big deal, and as a swimmer, I had a triple portion of that. I really do not understand why that has changed, but anyway, what I did in the lake and the woods did not have a name to it as much as the fact that I simply enjoyed being naked. It was not until I was in college that I heard the term "nudism" and considered myself to be a closet nudist.
So with that background, even though I went to a private Christian College (California Baptist College in Riverside), I thought nothing of walking from my room to the bathroom nude. Students were separated by gender in two dorms, so theoretically, another male seeing me naked should have been no big deal, but I did get a few weird looks over my time there. However, we did have a cleaning staff that were predominately female, and one day after I had skipped a class due to feeling ill, I got up late to take my shower. As usual, I walked down the middle of the hallway naked, when one of the female cleaning ladies exited the bathroom. I did not batt an eye since I felt like I had a right to be naked in an all male dorm, and for her part, she just gasped and then said that she was done cleaning. I said "Thank You", and opened the swinging door into the bathroom and went about my business.
I really dont think a female cleaning lady expected to see a naked man at a Christian College, so it must have been a bit of a shock for her. Oh well.
Don
Was sitting naked in my back yard reading and my landscaper walked in thru the gate to take a picture of some shrubs that he wanted to plant elsewhere, didnt bother me and all he did was to say hello and turned his head. Later that week I told him I should have mentioned that almost every afternoon I am nude in my back yard and he laughed and said that he and his wife do the same thing at his house most evenings!
As you can see from my profile pic I have a private backyard and I'm backed up to a canal. I'm out tanning about 2 years ago and fell asleep, I hear this pounding sound, I look around and see 4 roofers working on the townhouses across the canal.. They are looking at me I waved and layed back down. I call it seen naked not busted lol
I was on vacation staying at a textile community of townhouses beside the ocean. Each morning I enjoyed a leisurely run along the ocean road at day break wearing shorts before it got hot. As I never see anyone up at that hour around the community I enjoyed the outside shower beside the pool nude after the run along the ocean road. A few days latter I hear folks there refer to me as naked Mike. When I ask why they were calling me this, they told me about my nude outdoor shower times early each day watched over by one of my female neighbors who would sit on her balcony each morning sipping her coffee. I never saw her there but she or others complained about my activities. Perhaps after a while there were many getting up early to see the site.
As you can see from my profile pic I have a private backyard and I'm backed up to a canal. I'm out tanning about 2 years ago and fell asleep, I hear this pounding sound, I look around and see 4 roofers working on the townhouses across the canal.. They are looking at me I waved and layed back down. I call it seen naked not busted lol
Same thing almost happened to me.
I went out to the pool wrapped in a towel ready to do some total tanning inside my privacy fence.
I then saw roofers working on the house next door.
I then went back in house and got a pair of shorts.
My wife was raised by two very prudish, strict Catholics, and it took years for me to get her to shed her inhibitions. But one weekend her parents came down to Virginia where we were living at the time. I woke up pretty early one morning and thought that both of her parents were still asleep, and I had to use the bathroom. Since my wife and I always sleep in the nude and it's my house - I went down the hallway to use the bathroom without putting anything on. (It was a small ranch house with only one bathroom right off of the bedrooms & living room). Her father was sitting in the living room reading the newspaper, and he just looked my way and said "Good Morning Naked Boy!", so I just replied "Good Morning!" and went in and used the bathroom and went back into the bedroom without saying anything else. I didn't mention it to my wife but I'm pretty sure that he mentioned it to her and to my mother in law. Not really sure what he thought, because his reaction was so flat and unemotional, and they never mentioned it again.
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A few years ago I was travelling on a bus along Park Lane with a friend. It was about 10-30pm towards the end of a particularly hot August day and we were having one of those, 'THE ONLY REGRETS ARE FOR THE THINGS YOU DIDN'T DO', sort of chats. As we were passing the (Queen Mother) gates to Hyde Park she suddenly said, "Let's go skinny dipping". My face lit up and before we knew it we were off the bus and heading into the park.
For those who don't know the area, the park can be very dark at night although some pathways and particularly the edge of the Serpentine lake is dimly lit by lamplight.
We chose our point past the boating jetty and, looking around and finding the coast clear, we began to get undressed. I was quickly fully naked and she had just taken off her bra and was pulling down her knickers when I noticed what looked like lots of small lamps clustered together and swaying in the distance. I kept looking to try to make out what they were while my friend hadn't noticed and was placing her clothes on the bench. Suddenly the lamps became more clear very quickly and I realised what they were. In an instant, a whole cycling club of about forty riders were passing us on their night ride and complete with head torches they slowed down to look at what they'd found. To repeated wolf whistles and shouts of, 'WE KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING', they passed us in a line, one after the other like it was all some organised inspection parade. Being unable to do anything else I just stood there and laughed while my friend, completely taken by surprise, casually sat down on the bench and quickly crossed her legs and folded her arms in front of her, just like it was the middle of the afternoon.
We laughed so much on the way home but haven't done it again since.
Havent been busted persay but have been outed by my wife to my dads girlfriend by telling her that a couple of weeks ago that I had toasted/burned my buns by laying in the sun. My dads girlfriend asked me about it just a couple days ago.
I was hiking nude a couple of years ago and someone started whistling at me. I never saw them and I was about a mile from my clothes. I walked back to my clothes and I kept hearing the whistling. Freaked me out. I never hiked nude there again.
Something very similar happened to my wife and I on our first nude hike.
Hiking in a downpour on a secluded trail we heard some yelling. I ignored it, as mot to freak out my wife. Later we saw a truck parked downstream. Must have been a fisherman getting an eye full.
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