Yeah, the experiences I have submitted thus far were before security cameras became commonplace. In fact, the last story took place around 1994. Today, there is no way in hell I would get naked if I knew there were cameras in the area. In your case, it is NOT worth it. Not only might you lose that client, but word of mouth could cause you to lose other clients as well. However, if you have a good relationship with your client, and it does not affect safety, ask them if they mind if you or your workers can work nude. You might be surprised.
Don

• 11 years ago

The next time I was able to be nude at work was at a company called Cat-Tech. We would dump or vacuum the catalyst out of the big huge chemical reactors that you see in the refineries, and my specialty was as the troubleshooter. When ever someone could not figure out how to get something done, I was sent in to solve it. Whenever a situation was too dangerous and the other techs were too scared to go in, I went in. Anyway, my boss gave me a lot of lee way since I had such a good attitude and he could rely on me in a pinch.
The first time I got naked on the job was when I had to drive a fully loaded down Duelly back from Eastern Montana to Southern Cal. I was only one of two guys who did not smoke, so I was allowed to drive this truck by myself so there would be no bickering if someone wanted to smoke, and since I was on my own, I took off at seven at night. As soon as I cleared the refinery, the clothes came off. I had to put them back on outside of Salt Lake to get fuel, but they came off again afterwards. I stayed nude all the way to Vegas, and since I was way ahead of schedule, I stopped and stayed at the Luxor for the (now) daytime, and stayed nude in the hotel. I took off again that night, got naked as soon as I left the city lights, and stayed that way all the way into Long Beach.
The second time was kinda bizarre as well as risky. Some of the reactors we worked in were what we called multi-beds, in other words, they were one reactor, but had multiple sections. For safety reasons, no one worked in a multi-bed alone, as you had to have at least one guy in the bed above you, and if the bottom guy was three or more deep, there was a third guy above the second guy. We worked in a pure nitrogen atmosphere since oxygen and pyrotechnics are a bad combination, so we wore these special helmets that had five sources of air. In between the beds was normally a very narrow opening, a hatch if you will, that often was barely large enough to squeeze through, so if the bottom guy was vacuuming, the other guys were normally kicking back against the reactor wall, away from the hatch where he could not be seen, and usually took a nap if he was not needed.
Well, on one occasion, things were slow, the bottom guy was working really slow in the bottom and fifth bed, so we had plenty of time. I was on the third bed, working as safety for the other two guys. I got bored, and since no one could see me from below, and no one could see from above on the reactor deck, I decided to get naked, or, as naked as I could get. I had to leave the helmet on, but I unzipped the tyvek suit we wore, took off my gloves and boots, and took off the bike shorts I was wearing underneath (the reactors were very warm). It was sweet to be nude inside of a chemical reactor in a pure nitrogen atmosphere (well, nude with my helmet). I stayed that way for about a half hour before I decided that it was close to a change out, and went ahead and got dressed. Bizarre, but fun.
Don

• 11 years ago

I work at a carry-out and delivery restaurant that is pretty laid back. Most of our business happens at dinner time, so before 4 PM there is usually only a delivery driver and a manager. Last Thursday, I was that delivery driver and I was working with the General Manager. One of the assistant managers was turning 30 the next day, so the GM sent me out to buy a celebratory dessert for later that night. When I returned to the store, we discussed how I should surprise the birthday boy.
"We can hide it in the walk-in cooler," said the GM, "and you can bring it out when it isn't too busy." Then his face lit up and he started chuckling. "You should come out of there completely naked with the pie," he joked. "I'll give you fifty bucks!"
Little did he know, I didn't need the $50 as an incentive. A few of my coworkers know I am a nudist, but the GM didn't. I think he was a bit taken aback when he realized that I would really do it. For sanitary, budgetary, and customer visibility reasons (and probably a little nervousness on his part), we modified the deal so that I would come from the back bathroom in nothing but a half apron for $30. As some of the other employees arrived, I got them to write birthday messages on my torso and butt. In the intervening hours, I was alternately nervous and really, really excited to be naked in front of my coworkers.
The birthday boy eventually arrived, and I went in the back bathroom, stripped down to just the apron (which I later disposed), and waited. One of my coworkers started singing "Yankee Doodle" very loudly. That was my cue, and I emerged singing "Happy Birthday" wearing nothing but an apron, a hat, and a very big smile. The birthday manager, after exposing everyone to a pair of rude digital gestures, gave me a big hug and took pictures of his birthday messages.
"So," I asked, "can I just hang out back here like this?"
Most of my coworkers had already begun making their way to the front of the store, and the one girl who was left looked around, realized she and I were the only ones still there, said, "Okay, this is kinda weird," and followed the others.
Overall, it was a fantastic night! And the assistant manager will remember his 30th birthday for at least the next 50 years.

• 11 years ago

When I returned to California, I sold and installed our canopies, but, it is a seasonal product. People just do not think about needing shade in the fall and winter, even in sunny southern California. So I started to install horse barns. It was extremely lucrative, and I found, extremely fulfilling personally. They were steel frame barns with 2X6 tongue and groove siding, and metal roofs, and I have to say, it was incredibly satisfying to see a bunch of materials on the ground at the job site upon arrival, and then three days later, you have a finished six stall raised breezeway barn ready for their new tenants. Even more satisfying was the fact that I went all over the State of California and Utah, and my favorite was when I had to go into Gold Country: Angels Camp, Cool (yes, there is a town in California called Cool... just do not look for it, because everyone keeps stealing the sign), Auburn, Grass Valley, and Placerville. Really, the whole route of hwy 49 was awesome, and rich with equestrian people.
Typically, it was hot when we built these barns, and I could only bear the dirt grime and sweat for so long before I needed to shower down. The clients were always required to have both electricity and water on the site, so I always had a hose and nozzle in my truck. So when it got unbearable, I would drag the hose to a spot in the trees, hang it from an overhead branch, strip down, and turn on the nozzle to take a very refreshing shower. Just getting the crap off your skin and throwing your shorts back on was refreshing in itself, and I would be good for another few hours. Even if no trees were available, I would sometimes do it behind my truck where no one could see.
I had recruited a guy I worked with at Cat Tech to be my partner since the barns are two man jobs, and he got used to my nudity. And even though he would not get nude in front of me, he would go into the trees and duplicate what I did, and he admitted that it was very refreshing to get naked and get the grime off. But I also developed the habit of showering before we left the job for the final time, usually because we wanted to get on the road and either go home or get to the next job, and I didn't want to travel for several hours in my truck all grimey. Sometimes, the client was nice enough to offer their showers to us (equestrian people are just so incredibly nice), and so when offered, we both took advantage of that. But the norm was to load up the truck, and then we would take turns hanging that hose from the beam of the barn in the breezeway, and standing on a pallet or some thing to keep our feet out of the mud, we would strip down and shower (shampoo, soap, the whole nine yards) and dress for the trip. Matt usually was finishing loading and doing inventory of tools, and if he was not done by the time I was dressed, I would finish while he showered (he had come to the point of being nude in front of me to take these showers). I did this just about every where, since the barns had doors, and we told the clients we were going to be getting naked and showering, so they knew what we were doing and were OK with it. Weather permitting of course.
In addition, there were always delays in construction as is typical. You can not plan for everything. When that happened, I took advantage of it and would go to local nude recreation spots like the Angel's Camp Caves and the Yuba River... but that is another post in a different thread of discussion. I missed doing that kind of work, and the beauty of my job sites, and the freedom of getting naked on the job.
Don

• 11 years ago

I made good money building barns, but there were some times when we had to wait on materials that were a custom order, so I would have two to three weeks down time. I started to work for a handyman service, renovating whole houses, renovating rooms like baths or an entertainment center, or doing something as simple as running a new outlet. I had quite a few opportunities to get naked, when ever the client was out of the house of course. On one occasion, I had to install crown molding and wall paper borders in this lady's house and she had o work until 7PM every night, so I was free to be nude the whole time.
On another, I did a whole house renovation that required a LOT of work, and it was an empty rental that needed to be prepared for future rentals, so I told the client that I would work around the clock to get it done if he would give me a bonus. The quicker I got done, the quicker he could get someone in there. He agreed, and I worked 16-20 hour days, most of the time nude unless I had to work on a window that faced the street and could not have the curtains drawn. But it was nice to work nude, especially doing the sheet rock repairs and painting, since I could then go into his back yard (at night) and under his vine covered patio cover, and shower using his hose and my spray nozzle. I must have done about 80% of the work on that place nude.
On one other job, I had to repair some sprinkler heads and controls for a client, and they had a backyard pool. When they had to go into LA for a funeral, I finished my job by skinny dipping in their pool. And last, I did a lot of work for a client in Chino Hills, both minor and major electrical work inside and outside of the home, and this included repairing their stereo and speaker system for the pool area. When they left for a four day holiday weekend, I was able to sun and skinny dip in the nude after they left.
There were a few other nude opportunities while working for this company, but once again, when I had the opportunity, I seized it.
Don

• 11 years ago

I have been nude at work and in shopping centers....always a big thrill!!! Keep it going!Don't be shy, share...

• 11 years ago

I worked for a well known oil field service company in their wireline division, where we would use explosives to perforate wells, or use sensitive instruments to take readings in the wells. I often drove the wireline truck, which weighed about 80,000 pounds and had a sleeper on the back of it. When we took readings, the operation would often take several hours, since the instruments had to travel as much as 17000 feet at the rate of 5 feet a second, so there was a lot of down time. I usually would either get on my computer, read, or sleep, and if I slept, it was always in the sleeper nude with the curtains drawn (yes, I thouroughly scrubbed and cleaned it before I started sleeping in there period, much less nude). we were always required to wear long pants with our work shirts, and since we worked with explosives and grease, our clothes would always be rather filthy, so it was my standard practice to wear shorts or clean pants and a different shirt to and from work, and I would use a certain section of our parking lot to open my superduty truck doors to strip nude and switch clothes. If it was warm enough, and especially if it was night time when I was done with a job, I would strip and drive home nude on to my private 35 acre property, where I am always nude.
Later on, I became the "hot shot" driver, that would deliver the perforating guns to the job sites, or would make supply runs and deliver or pick up items from vendors in other cities, or to another one of our camp cities. I would never drive nude in a company truck since I was usually transporting haz mat materials and was subject to being stopped by law enforcement at any time, but on occasion if I had to go into a remote wilderness area, and it was a nice day, I would stop in a wilderness area and strip nude for a little nude time.
As a side note: People who say that perforating is destroying the water supply in our nation, get a grip. Water tables in this country are rarely deeper than 2000 feet. Perforating and fracking operations occur at 12,000 to 20,000 feet, so there is no way those operations are causing the problem. It may be a related operation, but not from perforating or fracking.
This is my last "nude at work" story, since I am now semi-retired. But all of my experiences were fun and I enjoyed them. I encourage people to look for opportunities to try getting nude at work.
Don

• 11 years ago

Even though I have no more nude at work stories, I wanted to encourage people to look for opportunities to be nude at work. You might even be lucky enough to have an understanding boss. I know of one friend who invited his boss and his wife over for dinner, and they had a great view of the city at night from their backyard that was made even more awesome with a hot tub. They had a great time eating and socializing, and talking about their small, young but growing company. After dinner, everyone went outside to enjoy the view, and the boss's wife commented on the fact that she wished they had a hot tub with their view, and that she would use it every night if she could. So my friend's wife suggested using it right there and then, but the boss said that he did not want to have to drive all the way home to get their swim suits, and that is when my friend's wife said that they never use suits, and in fact, swim suits were forbidden in their hot tub because of the fabric and soap clogging the filters and ruining the water. When they objected, saying they could never be naked in front of strangers, my friend said that they had lots of friends who joined them nude, and it was nothing sexual. The wives went inside to get more wine, and while inside, my friend's wife convinced the other wife to try it. When they came out, they were nude, wrapped in towels, and even though she was shy about it, the boss's wife got into the hot tub, lowering her towel as she did it. The husbands joined of course, and they spent the next hour just having fun and talking about the usual stuff couples talk about when socializing. During that time, the boss's wife commented on the fact that my friend's wife had no tan lines, so my friend's wife fessed up the with fact that they were nudists, and had been to many resorts and beaches, belonged to a local club, and always went nude in the house and in their backyard. They used that opportunity to show them that it was not sexual, they were not swingers, but simply enjoyed life with out the constriction of clothing.
During that conversation, my friend mentioned that if he could work naked, he would. Two weeks after that, the subject came up again, since the boss's wife had talked to her husband about getting their own hot tub, and how she would not mind using it nude in their own private back yard, and they had discussed social nudity in general. The boss realized that it was something he had enjoyed, and since my friend had his own private office, and worked into the evening hours, he gave my friend permission to work nude if he chose to, but cautioned him to remain clothed if they had meetings scheduled with clients. That started out a great time for my friend, and made work all the more enjoyable.
So who knows? Maybe you have a boss like that, and if you approach them in the right way, maybe by even inviting them over for dinner and a soak in your hot tub, or coming up with a similar plan where the subject of non-sexual nude recreation comes up, perhaps you could wind up working in the nude with the permission of your boss, and wouldn't that be awesome?
Don

• 11 years ago