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.
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