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Hotlanta Hotel

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 23 Feb 2001 2 comments
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by NakedAnywhere Right now, I am at home. Home is a comfortable place where I can almost always be naked. It doesn't have to be a sexual thing; when I'm just around the house, cleaning the place, reading, listening to music, doing maintenance or minor repairs, or tele-commuting and doing my job from home, etc., it just feels good to be nude. Just like those who wear clothes, I don't alwys think about sex or jerking off and often my cock is soft while I am doing these other tasks in great comfort. Of course, it's also frequent that I'll suddenly realise that a little stroking would feel good, so I get at least half hard and I play with it even while doing other things. Sometimes this turns into true J.O., and other times it just adds "background" pleasure to daily home life. If you're not in the habit of being nude at home, I can only say you are missing out on somthing good -- take off your clothes and relax. Some guys only get naked to mastrubate and then immediately feel the need to dress afterward. If you can resist such urges and stay nude it will feel strange for a little while, but you will gradually come to enjoy the comfort and freedom that comes from being whole and uncovered. Nudity while traveling can sometimes be more difficult. Sure, if I am traveling on my own schedule, for my own leisure it's not hard to take back roads late at night in the summer (you can guess by now that leads to naked driving, and you would be right!), or even travel to places where nudity is allowed. Business trips however are usually on other people's schedules, so more effort and risk may be needed. One time I had an overnight business trip to Atlanta in mid summer. This town is sometimes called "Hotlanta," and that year was hotter than ever. I was traveling alone with only daytime meetings, and was determined to have a hot time! The hotel lay-out was fortunate: It was a 12-story U-shaped building with an outdoor pool and hot-tub in the middle. Even better was that fact that there was no changing facility at the pool area. Some fancier places have pool facilities and signs eveywhere about proper atter required in the hallways; they expect you to go fully dressed (even wearing shoes) to the locker room. I've alwas dislked this plan. Where I was staying, the pool exit was at the back of the first floor, and the lobby at the front. From either set of elevators you could walk to the pool without passing through the lobby. Some guys went to the pool in bathing trunks and sandals, some barefoot, some in T-shirts which they took off at the pool, others not. One guy at the pool came downstaris with a long T-shirt and speedos. It was evening, and I contemplated going downstaris in only speedos, but with the raging boner I had it seemed just a bit too exhibitionistic, so I wore some very short trunks over them. Still, it felt good to leave the room and go down the elevator wearing that little. The pool and tub were enjoyable, although no nudity was possible there. Obviously, the trunks came off the second I stepped out to the pool area. Perhaps because of the heat, the pool stayed open very late and I was there until well after midnight. Already I had been looking forward to my walk back through the hotel. I took the trunks and wrapped them up in the towel, and made my way back in. At this point, I was wearing only wet speedos and carrying a bundled towel. I took my time, being sure to check the vending machines on many different floors, ride the elevators almost nude and investigate the stairwells. If anyone did see me, I just looked like a person returning from the pool, perhaps a bit more daring than most in my attire (or lack of it). There are several types of stairwells in big buildings. Some are fire exit only with alarms, or have cameras in them -- these are not helpful in nude adventures. Some buildings have fancy, carpeted stairs used by many people, which are also a problem. This place had industrial-looking stairs which were marked only by the exit signs. Because there were no attractions (restaraunts, lounges, etc.) above the fist floor, the stairs were virtually unused and the doors to the stairwell were solid and without windows. Everyone took the elevators from the first floor to their rooms and back, and certainly no one was going to walk up or down to the 11th floor. Above the 12th floor was more landing where a locked roof-hatch and ladder were. I went back to the room for a moment, just long enough to drop off the swim trunks and go back out with speedos and carried towel. As soon as I got to the stairwell, I looked and listened for a moment to be sure that nobody else was there before starting to grab my nipples and reach down into my speedos to start stroking. I need to be careful not to shoot my load, since I hadn't even gotten fully naked yet. While passing the 12th floor door, and not hearing anyone approaching, feelings of great freedom, relaxation, fear, and pleasure overcame me as the speedos finally came off and my natural state was achieved. It felt great to have my fully erect cock freely and palyfully bouncing along as went up to the roof-hatch landing. Once there I dropped my stuff and walked several feet from it, which only intensified the great sensation of total nudity. I walked a little, sat down to feel the concrete on my bare butt, and did a few jumping jacks. Then I laid in the floor, facing up with my erction pointing straight up in the air. I sat up and ran my hands down from my head down to my feet, surveying every part of my nude body. I knew then that really did not want to wear anything before leaving my room the next day. I decided to roll up the speedos and room key in part of the towel and rap it around me. If the towell had been tied around me, that might count as "wearing" it, but it was just rapped around and held in place by my hand on it. If necessary, I could also use my hand to help hide the erection. Now that the plan was set, I removed the towell and simply carried it as I walked fully naked down the three flights of steps, bouncing all the way. After all, why cover anything that doesn't absolutely have to be. In the stairwell, at the 11th floor door I re-rapped the towell and held in place as I strolled down the hallway toward my room. I don't think anyone saw me. When at my room door, I pretended to fumble around for the key in such a way as to drop the towell (with speedos insinde) in front of me. If someone approached, I could have grabbed it and acted embarassed (and that would truly be acting) at my "mistake." Instead I got to stand there for a moment completely nude and rock-hard in the main hallway of a large hotel's 11th floor. I went into the room and started squirting my jism in a massive instant orgasm without even having to touch myself for it to happen. I slept very well that night. In the morning, when I reluctantly got dressed it was with the satisfaction of knowing that I hadn't worn anything since that great experience in the stairwell the night before. At least I was still barefoot; my shoes never even entered the hotel, they were still where I had left them in the trunk of the rental car. In case you were wondering, all of my stories are completely true. If you find them hard to believe, you're wearing too much! Now get your clothes off and have some fun.