When Are You Naked

I looked through my stories this morning, just to see what I might see that others might have noticed.

It seems I write about being naked.   And I guess I do because I do.

I am also lucky as there is a camp ground I can go to that allows single men and nudity.  Perfect match.

It is more of a social campground where others can meet like minded people for mutual fun.

I am way past my prime and not part of the social activities but I go to be naked outdoors with out having to worry about trail cameras or some one turning me in.

The added benefit of being naked outdoors is that I am around open minded people who are accepting of my nudity and some even join me conversation.   I have been lucky a few times to be the voyeur that exhibitionist need and being seen naked by others adds to the list of thrills.

So I was thinking of what is being naked, at the camp ground, I strip down to my sandals and still keep my glasses on as I walk around, I can see the sharp stones before for I step on them.

One day sitting at my camp spot I saw a nice lane of grass going off in the woods.   I stood and took off my sandals and thought I would walk as far as I could on the grass just to feel the grass on my feet.  Before I did, I took off my glasses and put them on the picnic table.   I walked along gingerly placing my feet on the grass.

I guess I was concentrating on my foot placement and noticed a young couple watching me.   I walked up to them and we said our hellos and they continued on the way and I just stood watching her walk away.   No one was looking so I adjusted my self.

It was then I felt naked, nude, exposed, unclothed, naked.   No sandals, no glasses, just me completely naked.    I had been nude at the camp ground many times but this was the first time i felt naked.

So now when I go up to the camp ground I try to be naked as much as I can.