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Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 04 Jan 2001 1 comments
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by NakedAnywhere As you may have learned from previous story or guessed from my username, I enjoy nudity. I am naked now, as is almost always true when I'm at home. There is no requirement to be dressed here so I'm not. Even a "requirement" doesn't always keep me in my clothes. It's been a bit too cold for some adventures, but I did take off my clothes at the office for a little while this evening. Sometimes it's just hard to stay dressed. I have a matainance job that brings me to several different locations, and there is no place where I've regularly worked where I haven't also gotten naked at least once or twice. There was one building in a large midwestern city which I thought might get the best of me, but even there my real naked self eventually got to slip of the last of his clothes, my seed was left in yet another building, and I had a great time. There were two problems there. Certain people who had flex time were fond of stopping by at odd hours or working overnights, and the place was one of the modern commercial buildings with large windows on all sides. So even if all the late-nighters were accounted for and known not to be around, I couldn't even go shirtless there without it looking suspicious to people passing by outside. Although the blinds could be closed, anyone who worked there would immediately think something was wrong because they generally liked the "open" look and had most blinds fully or partially open. On many warm nights I had worked there, wearing only short pants and a loose easily-removable T-shirt. People were already so used to me being barefoot that I didn't even have to bring a pair of shoes into the place with me. And on many of those nights I so badly wanted to get out of those clothes that as soon a I got to the car I took off my shirt and slipped off the pants, and drove away in briefs that could barely contain my fully-erect cock. Sometimes those came off later in the drive, but that's another story. When the company got another building they began to phase out this one. After the last office had been moved, I had to go back to remove some equipment. It was mid-winter but I knew this was my chance. There was snow on the ground, so barefeet and short pants were out of the question. I do go barefoot in some fairly cold weather, but it was well below freezing and the "naked" footprints in the snow would have looked very strange. An afternoon visit was a good chance to get started on my work and to scope out the situation. I walked around inside barefoot but otherwise dressed on this visit, except for when I dropped my pants and underwear behind a counter and played with myself a bit in anticipation of the evening's adventures. I started closing all the blinds, which I mentioned to people at the new building was a security measure since thieves might prey on an unoccupied building. A quick walk around the outside allowed me to verify that very little could be seen inside. Another fortunate discovery was that the heat was working a little too well in the part of the building where most of my work would be. I knew what to do. Winter presents some unique challenges, but I've figured out certain things that make it more bearable (or perhaps "bareable"). It helps to wear a decently warm pair of shoes without socks. Untied Rebok's will get you through most of the winter with adequate protection, but an easy opportunity to go barefoot anytime, regardless of whether or not naked adventures are anticipated. The best shirts are the pullover sweatshirts that are loose enough and have the kind of neckline that allows easy removal. They do not need to be tucked in or worn with a belt. Having a warm shirt will often eliminate the need for a coat, and one less item of clothing is one less to remove at fun time. So even when I seem ready for the season, I'm really wearing nothing but jeans, sneakers and a shirt. Knowing that the heat in the building was excessive, I would also bring along a T-shirt, although I had no intention of wearing it. The extra shirt provided an excuse -- to be shirtless. In case anyone suddenly showed up, I only had to be in jeans to seem "normal." They would have expected me to be barefoot, and by laying the shirt out like I was about to put it on, I could easily explain that I was just changing because of the heat. The more I planned the details, the harder I became. When I arrived at the building, there were no new footprints, the blinds were still down and the alarm was still set, meaning that no one was or had been inside. I entered through the heavy front door and immediately kicked my sneakers off, sending them through the air, past the old receptionist's desk and down the hall. By the time I got to where my shoes were I was carrying my tools and my shirt in one hand and using the other to play with my nipples, which were still erect from the chilly weather. I got to my work location, laid the shirt out as if I would put it on, and put the shoes under my chair. Since pacing is part of the fun, I decided to get my work done for a while. It felt good to be working while shirtless, barefoot, and hard as rock. After getting more than half of the work done, I started walking around and seeing my partly unclothed reflection in some of the inside glass doors. Then I realised that there was a men's room at the end of the hall and that it had a big mirror which would be visible from my work location if I propped the door. Now my reflection was in view as I went back to work, even more excited than before. I am not vain or obsessed with looking at myself, but a mirror helps to the exciting feeling of these adventures. To see the whole room with me in it, working and playing and removing clothes is a whole lot of fun. By now the work was gradually getting slower, as I spent more and more of the time caressing my chest, nipples and feet. I unbuttoned my pants and reached in a few times too. There is a certain type of electricity of orgasm that just seems to rush vertically through the center of my body at the moment I start to get out of that last piece of clothing. I was starting to feel now that I knew it was time and my hands were now tugging at my jeans. Now that the work was almost complete, I slipped of the jeans and totally enjoyed the feel, the view, and the excitement of being completely naked in that many-windowed building. I had wanted to do that since first being in the building and now it had finally happened. I even got to disconnect the last piece of equipment and unplug it while naked - what a great way to work! I sat on the chair, on the floor, on a few desks just to feel them on my bare butt and celebrate my feeling of freedom. A walk down the hall allowed me see all of myself in the glass door reflection, and for my cock to bounce as I walked, ran, jumped, crawled, crabwalked and skipped through the building in the joyous freedom of nudity. Finally I had been hard for so long that I just couldn't take it anymore, my cock needed a stroke so slight that it really needed only my approval to shoot a load that squirted about two yards out in front of me as my whole body tingled in orgasmic pleasure. I guess that building was worth the wait and my perfect record remains intact - naked anywhere.