The Lock-out Game (long story)
Once upon a time, in a land far ago and long away, I belonged to a website for daring nudists called "Bare As You Dare". As the name implies, we used to issue dares to one another, with the stipulation that photos had to be taken AND POSTED as "proof" of having completed the dare. I devised a dare for the group I called "Lock-out". The object of the dare was to drive some distance from home, lock ALL your clothes in your vehicle, along with your KEYS, and then walk home...totally naked. Of course, as the "author" of this dare, I was required to complete it, myself, which I did. I found doing this so much fun that I did the dare quite a few times and got caught out in public, totally nude, twice! This is what happended...
I lived in a new housing development on the edge of town. About 6 blocks away from my home, my street intersected with a major highway and there was a service station with a convenience store, on the corner. I knew the owners and quite a few of the staff and, as one of their customers, I was familiar with their operating hours. To do the dare, I would drive my car to the service station late in the evening/early in the morning and park. I would get out of my car, strip naked, fold my clothes on the front seat, set the locks on the doors, toss my keys on the floorboard...and close the door. So I would be left standing beside my car, totally nude, with the keys and my clothes locked inside, with no recourse but to walk home to get my other set of keys to my car. It was great fun, slightly arousing, and quite exhilarating to stroll along the darkened streets, back to my home...naked, feeling the summer breeze on my body. (This is NOT a dare to be done in the winter in the Midwest! LOL) Usually, all the houses on my route were dark but, occasionally, a light would be on as someone prepared to go to work on an early shift, or perhaps someone who was having trouble sleeping made a cup of tea or coffee... I usually made it home without incidence. EXCEPT...
One time I was on line, in the chat room with the "Bare As You Dare" group, and one of them dared me to do the "Lock-out" dare right then! It was early in the morning (about 4:30 or so) and I thought I would have plenty of time to do the dare BEFORE the service station opened at 6 a.m. so I accepted, and OFF I went. It took me a few minutes to wake my wife and tell her where I was off to, put on some appropriate clothes and get going. By the time I got to the service station, it was about 5 a.m. I parked my car, got naked and did the "lock-up" routine, and had just started walking by the front of the convenience store...when, around the corner of the building came Jess, one of the store personnel, with the gasoline tank measuring rod in her hand! Oooops! It seems she had come in EARLY to do a weekly reading on the gasoline tank levels! She laughed and said, "What are YOU up to?", obviously not as embarrassed by my nudity as I WAS from her catching me! LOL. I told her I had lost a bet playing a game and had to walk home naked to "pay off the bet" and explained that the camera I had in my hand was for the "proof" photos. We chatted a bit more as she took her readings, and then she opened the store, turning on the lights. I followed her in and, as we were chatting, a car pulled into the station! I ducked into the small storeroom behind the counter and waited while a man came in and asked if he could get some gas. He didn't know if the station was open or not...but he saw the lights on in the store and figured maybe they were...and he NEEDED fuel so he thought he would see. Jess turned the pumps on for him and I stayed in the storeroom until he had pumped his gas, paid up, and left. By THEN the sky was starting to lighten up in the east, so I snapped a couple of QUICK photos, said good-bye to Jess...and HURRIED my way home! When I got home (without further incidence) my wife was up and making coffee in the kitchen. She asked what had taken me so long, and I told her about getting caught by Jess and then delayed by the early-bird customer. We laughed and enjoyed our morning coffee, and then I went on line to tell the group about my adventure!
On ONE other occasion, I was caught walking home naked by a couple in a passing car in my neighborhood. I had been to the service station, done my "naked and locked out" routine and was walking home. It was about 3 in the morning. I saw headlights approaching so I quickly stepped behind some shrubbery and waited 'til they went by, thinking they had not seen me, and then resumed my walk home. But, in fact, they HAD seen me! They circled the block and then, with their lights OFF, they drove up BEHIND me. Caught in the OPEN, with no where to go and nothing to hide behind, I just kept walking. The lady (who was driving) said to me, "You know...what you are doing is ILLEGAL." I paused on the sidewalk, then walked over to her car and said, "Well...at THIS hour I didn't really expect to SEE anybody that would complain to the police that they saw a naked man walking down the street." She laughed. Her passenger laughed. I laughed. I told them my "losing a bet" story and they commiserated with my "loss"...and drove away. This was in the days of dinosaurs, BEFORE everybody had a mobile phone glued to the side of their head so I wasn't too worried about the couple going home and actually calling the police, so I finished my walk, once again slightly exhilarated and slightly excited at being seen naked by others.
I did the "Lock-out" dare 10 or 12 times over that summer...and those were the only two times I was seen by others ( to MY knowledge, anyway! LOL).
Exciting Tanner! Nice story and dare!
One of my favorite activities in the late 90s was to dare myself. It started while I was walking at the local high school track before dawn, wearing a pair of old gym shorts. I have always liked to be naked and wondered how it would feel to walk around the track naked. I began walking with the shorts in my hand in case of an emergency. After weeks of success, my confidence grew, leaving the shorts on a stadium seat, walking several laps with no incident; it felt great to be outside naked.
As time went on, my newfound hobby became routine, and I needed more. I began leaving my shorts on the fence at the edge of my property, walking the long block to the track, making three to four laps, and returning home. The sensation of being naked with nothing to cover for an hour like this was great.
Once more, my appetite grew with each successful walk. There were a few times when I had to stop in place as a car happened by as I made my lap on the track. With no lighting on the track field, I realized they could not see me.
The dares grew each day. I began leaving the shorts at home. How far could I go naked? I began walking around the schools property, then the entire block. I got brave, extending my walk through a neighboring residential area around 4- 4:30 AM.
This became routine, walking some 4-5 miles outside for well over an hour, completely barefoot and naked. The sensation was exhilarating, walking past house after house.
On one of these walks, I turned a corner onto another street and spotted a lady jogging right towards me. Luckily, I was in the shadows when I stepped into a yard, ducking behind a tree. I watched her jog by only feet away. Had she seen me? I will never know; there was no reaction from her. I kept going. I had no choice; I had no clothes, miles from my home.
Two blocks later, as I made my way back towards home, a garage light flicked on, and a man walked out to the curb with a bag of trash to be collected. I was in the street and had nowhere to go, so I walked by as hard as ever, greeting him, Nice morning for a walk! I continued for a block before looking back. He was still standing there, I guess, wondering if what he saw was real. Realizing the sky was changing to dawn, I realized the length of my walk had been extended too far; I still had two miles to go.
I made it back unnoticed, but walking at dawn without the cover of darkness only added more excitement.
Fast forward 30 years. I still take walks down a neighboring street early in the morning, and yes, I still enjoy being out without clothes. A month ago, it was raining, which made it nice. Should you ever have the chance to walk in the rain naked, I recommend it!
Adam, thanks for coming along and reading this LONG story! Your patience AND comments are appreciated. And, yes, I agree with you that it's a shame there are so many camera around these days. I'll comment more about that later. Cheers! Tanner
Minimalist, this dare and these nude walks were done when I lived in the States and was married to my first wife. There is not really a convenient sort of location to do this type of dare locally, here where I live in Australia. Another factor involved was that my first wife very accepting of my belonging to the "Bare As You Dare" group and openly supportive when I attempted to do dares from the group. She often acted as my camera person, helping me gather "proof", when necessary. Although my current wife is accepting of my nudity at home, when it comes to activities OUTSIDE the home (nude drives, walks, etc.)...not so much!
Rosewood, thanks for the comments! AND...thank you for YOUR great story and contribution! I can really empathize with your gradual escalation from short walks to long, truly DARING walks around town! In my case, too, it seems the MORE I do naked, the more I WANT to do naked! LOL. An example would be the walks I do in our local National Forest. Over the course of the last couple of summers, my walks along the trails have increased in frequency and in distance walked, and LESSENED in clothing carried along to "cover" with. I now usually strip at the trailhead of whatever trail I will be hiking, lock my clothes in my car, (I wear one of those coil bracelets with an extra car key attached) and take off naked down the trail. This coming summer, I hope to increase the distance to include a large portion of a trail that goes by some sparsely populated properties. l don't think the distance will be QUITE as far as the distance YOU travelled in your nude rambles...but the thrill of being naked out in nature will certainly be there...and the urge to go farther keeps increasing! LOL
Poppa Tim & Sunnyside Steve, thanks for your comments on the thread. I really liked Rosewood's story, too!
TIm, in THIS day and age, EVERYONE carries a mobile phone...and EVERY phone has a built-in camera...and EVERYONE tends to take photos of EVERYTHING...(and/or pretend they are photographers! LOL). I agree that earlier times were more nudist-friendly in that regard than they are NOW, but, like Steve mentions in his comment, I think most HOME cams are only checked and/or monitored when an incidence give cause for concern. ALSO, a lot of "doorbell" type cameras are motion-activated and don't have a LONG range...so...unless you walk up to the door, they don't start recording...and I'm not sure how far away a person would be BEFORE the recording started. Soooo... if one was merely walking by (say...on the street or sidewalk) I'm not sure a doorbell type camera would activate. AND, if it DID, I'm not convinced that homeowners check their camera activity on a daily basis anyway. Another question is: would the image QUALITY be good enough to identify a person? In MY case, all they would see would be a blurry image of a jolly little naked fat man...waddling his way down the street! LOL. Take the clothes off any dozen of my friends...and THAT could be any one of us!
I guess ALL that sez is: I don't worry about cameras in MY area. Maybe I should...but I just don't.
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