Have you ever been unexpectedly caught naked?

[Ed]

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[John]

I can’t recall that ever happening, which is surprising as I’m not that careful. I have been seen by neighbours sunbathing naked, but I’m not sure if that counts.

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[RFLE58]

More or less. Caught is probably not the right expression.

I am almost exclusively naked at home.

The doorbell rang, I thought the person was outside the house, pressed the buzzer to open the front door and opened my flat door at the same time. Well, a neighbour was standing right in front of it.

After a brief moment of bafflement, he asked me something and I answered. We talked for about 20 minutes in the stairwell, he dressed, I naked.

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[Kerry]

Yes! I rarely wear any clothes when I’m at home. Everyone in my family and my wife’s family knows that.

Well, one morning I came from the bedroom into the kitchen passing through the living room, to get a cup of coffee.

The next day I find out that my granddaughter had came over very late and spent the night on the sofa in the living room. I had no idea she was in the house.

She told my wife that she saw me TOTALLY NAKED.

My wife wasn’t happy about it but I just said she is over 18 so oh well….. I don’t have a problem with any adult seeing me without any clothes.

I would not have intentionally been nude in-front of her but it happened and I am told she got a good look at grandpa wearing nothing. She didn’t say a single word to me and I still had not noticed that she was on the sofa looking at me.  Given the angle of the sofa and the entry way into the kitchen, I have no doubt that she saw ALL of me.

Now my wife warns me when she is stopping by and I slip on some loose fitting shorts (no underwear)  while she is here but I know that she knows what I look like without them.

 

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[NakedMadCat]

Another incident was back in the 80’s, during what I call my single years between wives. I was dating this girl – Emma, name change – and one day she said they had been talking at work about CFNM – clothed female naked male. Neither of us had heard of this and it was before it became a porn thing. The next evening, we were having a night in at her flat, so I undressed and we did dinner and watched TV with me naked and her clothed. We thought it was fun and it became a habit that when we were at her flat I would go naked and she would stay clothed, and at my house, she would get naked while I stayed dressed.

One evening we were at her place, me naked, her dressed, when the doorbell went. She answered the door, and it turned out to be a friend calling on spec. The design of the flat was that you came in the entrance to a small hall with a cupboard, you went right to the bedroom and bathroom, left to lounge and kitchen.

We were so used to the CFNM thing that Emma completely forgot I was naked and invited her friend in. Unaware of this, when I heard the door close, I assumed whoever the caller was had gone and was walking across the lounge to the kitchen to refill our glasses when both girls came into the room! Needless to say, they both got a shock – Emma suddenly remembering that I was naked and the friend from seeing me naked!

Emma explained our CFNM habit since the conversation at work and friend said – Brilliant! Well don’t mind me.

Of course, that just brought out the exhibitionist in me so I stayed naked and made the most of it. For example, when we needed wine refills, instead of taking the glasses into the kitchen and filling them there, I would walk across the lounge to the kitchen, return with the bottle of wine and stand in front of them filling their glasses, then walk back to the kitchen, the back to my place on the sofa. I would also be first to jump up and change the CDs. It’s fair to say that I didn’t see her once directly at my, er, when we were face to face she always looked me in the eye.

At the end of the evening when we went to the door, friend gave Emma a hug then turned to me for a hug and air kiss, and said “lovely to meet you!” and looked me up and down with a huge grin.

The next day at work the other girls in the office were amazed and delighted at the story then explained that CFNM was actually clothed females plural, single male singular. This led to a CFNM girls night in, which is a whole other story, for a different forum thread.

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I don’t wish to hog this thread but two more quick stories, one from just last week.

We were on holiday and had a villa with a private garden and pool. Obviously, plenty of opportunity for staying naked while we enjoyed the pool and garden. My wife isn’t as much a nudist as me, however, she would have a morning skinny dip and perhaps 10 minutes sunbathing before putting on her bikini. I would stay naked until we went out for the afternoon. We would also have, most evenings, a moonlight skinny dip.

One morning Mrs Cat had just put on her bikini while I was still nude and who should appear? The pool man! For some reason, Mrs Cat was more embarrassed than him or me, but she still insisted that I put my shorts on, much to pool man’s amusement. Because of the fuss Mrs Cat was making I didn’t think to ask pool man for a photo which could have been one of my Dares. Damn.

The other incident from last year. One morning I was making a brew and there was no milk in the fridge. So I went to grab the bottles from the doorstep. You can’t see our front door from the road so I did as I normally do and opened the door, stepped half way outside, bent down to pick the bottles up and just at that moment the paper person appeared. He’s male and even older than me. We both got a shock then burst out laughing. He handed the papers over and went on his way.

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[Gary]

I have 2.

First was similar to @NakedMadCat – my wife and I had rented a private villa with a pool and I was sunbathing naked because the cleaner had been round the day before.  I was surprised when she turned up again that day – but rather than just stay facedown on the sunlounger I tried to run for the door, realised it was closed and couldn’t open it in my panic.  My wife and the cleaner both wet themselves laughing.

 

Second was very different.  I wanted to see how daring I could be naked and decided to try a footbridge over the 6 track railway.  I thought I had checked all the approaches, stripped naked and ran from one side to the other (I have since measured it and it’s 35m/100 ft) and nearly colided with a guy at the other end then turned and ran the 35m back to my clothes.

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[NakedMadCat]

Great stories @gary

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[Diana]

Many times lol

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[Ed]

Care to share any of them? 🙂

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[Diana]

It’s hard to pick  single ‘one’ to share lol. But I have been caught naked while I was showering and changing before a few times thanks to my sister and her antics.

 

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[Ed]

Well it doesn’t have to be just one. You can share several if that’s easier! 🙂

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[Diana]

I think the most unexpected was the first she caught me naked, up until that point the family had a ‘share the bathroom’ policy which involved if one was in the shower, the curtain provided enough modesty protection that you can use the toilet if needed. For a single bathroom house it worked out well. One day when I was showering, the door opened, nothing unusual. Then my sister spoke. “Diana, are you in here?” She asked. “Yes, just hurry up I’m about to come out soon.” I replied. Again, all my life this was happening, nothing ever happened. And then, instead of her going to the toilet, she yanked bsck the curtain. I quickly got small and covered like the woman in the post is doing. “What are you doing!” I yelled.

She just stood there smirking. “Now that I’ve seen you naked. You don’t need to wait for me to be done.” She replied laughing before she would go to the toilet. Expect , she didn’t go to the bathroom, she just sat on the closed toilet and watched me. “You are going to have to get out at some time, you are going to be late, I won’t.” She stated… eventually, after begging and pleading with no luck, I had to get out naked! I covered my breasts with one hand and vagina with another and side stepped to a towel that I grabbed with my teeth and draped that in front of my body that way before grappling and wrapping. “Thanks for the show.” She said leaving. That was the last time I ever showered with an unlocked door!

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[ptHarry]

Did you ever find some way of seeing her naked?

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[Diana]

Yes I could/did, but whereas I am an embarrassed nude female, she’s a confident nude one lol I tried to get her back for embarrassment but she never got bothered by it. The only time she was embarrassed was when my dad threw her outside naked lol which is a whole another story.

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[Ed]

That sounds like a story that needs to be told too!

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[Diana]

Maybe if you make a ‘best or locked out naked’ story I’ll share it lol i think from the conclusion of that day forward she was more of an enf.

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[ptHarry]

To put it into perspective, how old were both of you at the time?

And if you had the choice, would you like to be less embarrassed when naked?

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[Diana]

This is when I get banned (Sorry Ed!) but we were both under 18. She was 13 and I was 15 at the time.

That second part is a good question, embarrassment to me is a protection mechanism, so it’s a hard decision. I think even people who like being naked have an embarrassment point to some degree, so for all of my naked shame to be gone I don’t know if that is something I want, but it’s something to think about.

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[Genial11]

I am naked most of the time so it is more the feeling of embarrassment when someone else isn’t expecting it – I then feel awful and awkward and find myself apologising

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[Genial11]

I’ve done all of these omln a regular basis….will take photos on next occasions and post

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[Anonymous]

Yes, often, but I don’t use the term caught, which implies there was something wrong with me being nude. I workout early am at my gym, then shower, often the cleaning ladies will choose to enter the locker room just as I have, and I’m nude, I normally they have a y issues with this. Of course, often when I’m doing a nude run I encounter people. And when nude suntanning, oor nude workouts, often people come by, many take pics or videos

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[NakedMadCat]

I have another two incidents that I have remembered.

 

One just last year. We were having an issue with our hot tub. The neighbours also had a hot tub.

 

On this day my wife went to see to her elderly mother, (a twice daily task) it was a lovely day, and I was working in the garden, actually with shorts on because I was making trips to the front garden as well. I decided to strip off and have 20 minutes in the hot tub.

 

On her return my wife saw the neighbour on his front drive and mentioned the problem we were having – so he offered to come and have a look. Not knowing I was in the hot tub, she brought him through the kitchen into the garden – just as I was stepping out of it!

 

A bit of a shock for both of us – but he and my wife were way more embarrassed than I was.

 

Another incident was many years ago when my second wife and I had just gotten together – IE I moved in with her and her early teens daughter. Having lived on my own for so long I probably wasn’t used to locking doors, and daughter (now adult step-daughter) walked in as I was stood – naked – at the sink, shaving. We both burst out laughing as she hurried out. Fortunately, she was on her way out of the house to meet friends, so it meant we had time to recover before seeing each other again. I did wonder if she told her friends!

 

But it evened things up – I had walked in on her one day. I did knock but didn’t hear a reply so walked into her bedroom. She was naked but fortunately stood facing her wardrobe so quickly pulled the doors to her sides leaving with only a view of her back.

 

There was also another, later, incident that she doesn’t know about!

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[Anonymous]

New here – hello everyone!

Does almost getting caught count?  When I was a young teenager (I won;t say my age then in case I get banned), I used to strip nude at home, the thrill of taking my clothes off, the exhilaration of arousal and the possibility of getting caught. A couple of times the house would be empty, I’d be nude, and I’d hear a car pulling up outside the house. I’d have to scramble around, get my clothes and run upstairs to my bedroom, just avoiding people opening the front door. Then quickly get dressed and go back downstairs, red-faced, and to try to pretend that I hadn’t been doing anyhing I shouldnt have done.

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[Ed]

Welcome to the community!

I think almost getting caught counts.

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[Anonymous]

<p style=”text-align: left;”>Hi Thanks!</p>
Getting nearly caught happened quite a few times, plus trying to explain why, a couple of times, there was a discarded sock in the living room and once, a pair of pants.

Fun though! Stripping nude!

 

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[Martin]

Yeah, know that feeling. Taking opportunities and creating risky situations where you can – and do you still do that?

the increase in Adrenalin is good for you sometimes!

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[Anonymous]

No, it was the folly of youth.

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@Martin – you’re absolutely right about Adrenalin rushes when in a risky nude situation. Another incident when I was a teenager – again, I won’t say how old I was but I wasn’t old enough to vote and certainly not old enough to buy booze or cigarettes.  I’d seen a western film where a buxom blonde had a bath covered in soapy bubbles, but she was in a kitchen environment.  To this day, I don’t know why this had an impact on me but I started to fantasise as only a young teenager can about soap and bubbles in the kitchen – I wanted to give it a try?
Opportunity was always going to be the issue, but one Sunday, the opportunity arose. My mum and dad were going out for the day, as were my brother and his fiancée.  They were, it seemed, going to be out for hours.  I wondered whether today would be the day? I waited and waited, almost bursting, waiting for them all to leave the house and leave me to my naughty plans. But eventually, late morning on a beautiful sunny day, they left.
“Can you make sure you do the washing up?” someone called.
“Gladly,” I shouted as the front door shut.
The house was empty.  I had my chance but was I brave enough to go through with my plan?
I waited for 10 or 15 minutes to make sure no-one was coming home, but I was alone. I  cautiously went to the kitchen and saw the pile of washing up in the orange bowl in the sink. It wasn’t going to clean itself so I had to make a start. First I went upstairs and retrieved an old frayed towel from the back of the airing cupboard and went back downstairs to the kitchen. I placed the towel on the lino, took a deep breath and ran the hot water, shooting a large stream of washing up liquid into the bowl.  A blanket of quivering hot bubbles quickly rose. I went to the hall and checked the front garden to make sure I really was alone, then went back to the kitchen.
It was time to start.
I commenced the washing up, plunging my hands into the bubbles, cleaning the plates and cutlery. But, oh dear, I splashed water on my T-shirt, actually quite a lot. And then some more until the fabric started to become transparent.  A wet T-shirt before wet T-shirts were a thing!  So that had to come off. I peeled it off and dropped it on the towel.
Topless and breathless with anticipation I carried on messily washing up, this time spilling water on my trainers so, gosh, they had to come off too.  I kicked them off and they clattered against the kitchen door. My socks were kind of wet, and more careless splashing meant they were soaked through. I could see my toes through the fabric.  I reached down and slid them off, leaving me delightfully barefoot.
My jeans were bulging – this was so arousing and naughty. Did I dare take this any further?  I was running out of items to wash up but somehow managed to spill water all down my blue jeans. This really wouldn’t do so I unzipped my very wet jeans and wiggled out of them, the denim pivoting over my erection, currently confined in my white underwear.  That wasn’t going to last. I splashed water on them, then squeezed the washing up sponge down my chest, letting the water and bubbles slide down to the elastic of my underwear.  I helpfully pulled on the elastic and felt the warm water wash around my erection, the water then running down my legs and onto my bare feet.  My underwear became more transparent as I splashed more water down me until my erection and pubic hair were completely visible through the wet material. My erection pushed hard against the soaked fabric – I pulled my pants down, let my penis pivot free, and rolled my soaked underwear down my legs, and stepped out of them.
I was now completely nude and soaking wet in the kitchen.
This was very, very, very risky.  How would I explain this if someone had come home?  But I carried on, soaping my naked body with more water and suds, massaging the water into my pubic hair, covering my bottom and erection with bubbles. I sat on the wet towel and masturbated right there and then.
It was exhilarating but borderline madness? The adrenaline rush was indescribable but if I’d heard a key in the front door, I have no idea what my mum or dad would have said? They would have been horrified. Mortified even.
I eventually gathered up my wet clothes and wet towel, and ran upstairs.  I wrang the towel dry as best I could over the bath and folded it up and hid it at the back of the airing cupboard, then hid my wet clothes under my bed. I dressed in some dry clothes, went back downstairs and tidied up the kitchen, using several J-cloths to wipe up the excess water.  As far as anyone knew, the washing up was done, as I’d been instructed, and was drying on the draining board.  But no one knew just how much fun I’d had doing the washing-up…very wet and very nude fun.

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[Anonymous]

Sorry about the font headers?  Not sure what happened there!🤔

[Ed]

Did you copy and paste your post from an external editor? If you did, you need to choose the “Paste as plain text” option from the context menu.

 

I’ve tried to tidy up the formatting tags.

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[Anonymous]

I did…it’s easier to correct text in a Word document then copy and paste.

Thanks for tidying it up.

[Ed]

If you paste it directly as Word content, you’ll get all of Word’s formatting too. You need to either paste it as plain text or edit it in something that doesn’t support formatting like Notepad instead.

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Got it.  It was a long story and I don’t have any others that are as exciting or that would be of interest.

True story by the way.

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[Anonymous]

Still think about this event a lot.  It was great, risky, nude fun!

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[RFLE58]

Oh yes, I almost got caught too.
It was a summer morning and I went to the local recreation area right next door to take a few photos. (the picture is one of them). I had just finished getting dressed again when a walker passed me…that was close.

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I was caught, if I can call it that, taking photos on a bench in a park.

I had made sure beforehand that nobody was around.

But suddenly a cyclist rode right past me. He looked really irritated. You can still see him riding away in the background on the right.

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I had an unexpected naked experience, but invited rather than caught, but I’ll post it here.
It was also CFNM if ladies in bikinis are counted as clothed females, and a naked in front of others event.

It happened a couple of summers ago. We have a hot-tub, – I have told a story elsewhere of being unexpectedly caught naked by a male neighbour when I was stepping out of the hot tub as he was coming into the garden, invited by my wife to look at a problem we were having with it.

The first summer we had the tub, it was a lovely early summer weather-wise. My wife has her girlfriends round a few times a year for wine and cheese evenings. In the summer they tend to sit out on the patio and in winter they stay indoors. So she invited them round for a summer wine and cheese evening, told them about the hot-tub and and told them to bring their bikinis or costumes. Only three could make it, which was ideal since four is comfortable in a circular tub, five a little crowded, six over-crowded. The original plan was to take turns, three or four in the tub and the others on the garden chairs, and swap round a few times.,

I had no plans to go out that evening, so I said to my wife that if her friends didn’t mind me being around while they were in their bikinis or cossies, I could be their wine-waiter for the evening, save them having to climb out of the tub and dripping water all over, every time their glasses needed topping up. Word came back that that was OK, in fact, great idea, thank you.

So I decided to make an effort to look the part and inject some humour into the evening. I had an old dress shirt in the back of the wardrobe; I had bought a new one but hadn’t got round to throwing this one away. So, I carefully cut off the cuffs, and with smart cuff-links put them on my wrists. I also carefully cut the neck and collar and fastened that and paired it with a black bow tie. Teamed with black swimming shorts it looked quite cool!

My wife though it looked great and so did the girls as I greeted them on arrival.

I should mention that the hot tubs usually have a jacuzzi/bubbles effect, but the pump automatically cuts out every 20 minutes for a five minute rest, so that it doesn’t overheat.

So, the girls (OK, mature ladies) changed into their bikinis in the guest bedroom – we had robes, towels and flip-flops ready – and settled into the hot-tub as I served their prosecco and nibbles. I sat indoors reading and established a pattern of going outside every 20 minutes or so to top up their glasses and offer cheese and biscuits. As the prosecco flowed the conversation, laughter and giggles also flowed.

One time, as I was stepping into the conservatory, I could see one of the girls shrugging down the shoulder straps of her bikini. My first reaction was that she wanted to avoid tan-lines, although it seemed a little late now, but then I realised she was actually taking it off altogether! As I gawped, I realised so were the others, including my wife! With much laughter and giggling. I learned later my wife had been telling them all that I went naked in the tub and she usually went topless, so partly as a dare amongst themselves and partly to play a joke on me and see what my reaction would be, they decided to go topless. I decided to play it cool, be a gentleman, and pretend I hadn’t noticed, and would look into their eyes at all times. However, I also realised – and hoped – that it must be nearly time for the pump to cut out for a rest.

I calmly walked out and went round topping up the glasses, looking them all in the eye. They were all stifling giggles but I pretended not to notice. Then …. much to my delight, just as I was pouring the last glass – Emma’s, name changed – the pump did indeed stop and the water went still – they all gasped, then burst out laughing. Holding wine glasses they weren’t able to cover up! I smiled and said – “you weren’t expecting that were you?” to more raucous laughter. Emma said “It’s your treat for being waiter for the night!” so I raised the bottle as if raising a glass and said “Cheers” and they all responded raising their arms, and unintentionally giving me a good view!

By the time of my next round to top up their glasses, the girls had put their tops back on. A short time later, two of the girls asked me to call a taxi and they went off to the bathroom and guest room to shower and dress.

After they had left, my wife and Emma asked me if I wanted to join them in the tub. “Sure” I got my beer, took off the cuffs and collar and stepped into the tub. With the bravado fortified by prosecco, the conversation soon turned asking me what I thought of my treat and to the subject of me going naked in the tub.

“Only way to go” I said.

Emma asked if I would go naked in front of other people to which I replied that it wouldn’t bother me in the slightest – but Mrs MadCat wouldn’t approve. To which, now very merry wife said,

“No, it’s fine by me darling, you go ahead.”

I hesitated, knowing she would regret it in the morning, but she insisted a second time. So not giving her a third opportunity to say no, I stood up, my groin now at their face level, stepped out of my shorts, both of them blatantly checking me out, and sat down. I have been naked in front of women and mixed company many times, at beaches, resorts, and spas, but there was something slightly exciting about this situation. The bubbles were going so there wasn’t much to see at first, but, eventually the pump stopped and the water went still so everything was now on view. They were both looking where they shouldn’t have been looking – then we all laughed that sort of embarrassed laugh.

Emma then started to remove her top chivvying my wife to do the same and, much to my further surprise she did. We chatted and drank as though it was all quite normal, two topless girls and naked me. TFNM? Topless females naked male.

Of course, I volunteered a couple of times to get out to get top up their wines and my beers, enjoying the exhibitionist streak in me, standing up then stepping between them to get out of the tub.

Eventually it was time to call a taxi for Emma, she got out of the tub, and without bothering with her top or robe, went into the house, heading for the bathroom and bedroom to shower and dress. I followed to get my phone to call the taxi and asked Emma for her address. So, for a couple of minutes were stood in the kitchen, me naked, Emma topless, while I called the taxi.

As I suspected, next morning – very late morning! – through a hangover haze, my wife did indeed ask – “Did we really ….?”

“Yes, we did!” She groaned, turned over and pulled the covers over her head!

Obviously, it was one of those one-off, rare, never to be repeated, events. And, whenever Emma comes round we look knowingly at each other and grin.

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[Beace]

Not entirely unexpected as I was nude in a public place, but I didn’t expect this to happen.

December 2022 we had some unseasonably warm weather, and the wife was away. (She knows about this, but she’s not a fan of beaches in general, and I am.) I looked into the options for nude beaches here. There’s nothing official, but a few unofficial spots according to the internet. So one weekend I took a couple buses, walked from the highway stop down to the paid “normal” beach. Following tips from the internet, I turned right after entering the paid area, and made my way down to a remote stretch of sand away from the textiled people.

There was nobody else around. I don’t know if this spot just isn’t popular anymore, or if it would be more crowded in the summer. Maybe people weren’t as impressed by the weather forcast as I was. Both air and water were around 22 degrees and it was partly cloudy. So I got nude, took some photos of myself, enjoyed the water a bit and relaxed. As I was swimming, a group of maybe thirty people in kayaks paddled past in the near distance. They were maybe fifty metres away from me. As I was in the water, they wouldn’t have noticed anything unusual, and I didn’t think anything of it.

Eventually I got a little bored so I shoved everything in my backpack and walked nude along the shore for a while, away from the organized beach. Swimming and hiking in the open air in the nude was a fairly new and wonderful experience for me. I slowly made my way back to where I had been swimming earlier, dropped my bag and went for another swim. As I was swimming, I heard a buzz and saw a small drone flying towards me. It got pretty close and seemed to be checking me out, so I stood up, smiled and waved. It flew away.

A short while later I saw the kayaking group coming back towards me from the other side. I figured they would just go past as they did before, so I didn’t think anything of it, and kept swimming. Then the kayaks started to get closer and closer, and that’s when I heard the tour leader say something like, “let’s land here and look at some things.” And soon enough the whole group was landing right beside me, getting out onto the beach right beside me and right beside my bag. I didn’t know how long they intended to stick around, and it was getting close to the time I had to get out of there in order to make the last bus home.

So I said, “fuck it,” and marched out of the water, bare-ass naked to get to my towel. I’m sure I got a lot of stares from the children and women and some of the men, but I didn’t care. The leader of the group tried to engage me a bit, saying things like, “thanks a lot, dude,” and, “well done.” But I didn’t respond. I dried off, wrapped myself in the towel, and walked away.

I got to a place where there was a sort of bend beyond which it seemed the textiled section of the beach started, so I figured I better get dressed so as not to offend anyone. As I was getting dressed, this woman comes around the bend in full black burqa, head to toe. She sees me and promptly turns around and goes back the other way. So I either made her day or ruined her day.

Such good fun.

 

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[Dluto]

I suppose the exhilaration some people feel in being naked or otherwise vulnerable in a public or semi-public place arises because of the threat of being caught or seen while they are naked.

I remember long ago when I would occasionally strip naked, very late at night, like after midnight, on a temperate night, and go out the back door, then walk down the driveway along the side of the house, and then onto the front porch.  It was so exciting, and I was very aroused.  Someone who lived across the street evidently saw me and I found out about it indirectly.  It was very embarrassing.  To be honest, had I known someone would see me I would not have done it.

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Oh, another time, much later: My gf and I occasionally played d/s type games, mostly at her house.  We were grad students at the time.  Her house had a covered patio in the back, with a roof supported by (as I recall) 4×4 posts.  She tied me up with my wrists attached to the upper part of one of the 4×4 posts so that I was standing and unable to cover myself.  A friend of hers came by and they visited briefly inside the house.

The problem is that from inside the house you could see that part of the patio where I was tied up.  Of course, I was completely naked at the time, and to make things even more embarrassing I was wearing a black collar locked around my neck, along with the wrists cuffs locked on my wrists which were attached above to an eye bolt above my head on the 4×4.  I caught of glimpse of her friend who was inside the house.  I am not sure that she saw me but I think it very very unlikely that she would not have seen me.  She didn’t say anything about it, but left after a few minutes.

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[Dluto]

I should add that the friend’s visit was unexpected, and also that I don’t think my gf was fully aware that even from inside the house her friend might be able to see me.

I am recalling how helpless I was, with no way to hide or even cover myself.  I was relieved when her friend left, but always wondered since then if she might have seen me or gotten a glimpse of me.

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I shared one story already somewhere else on here but this one worked out much better.

I had spent a couple of months casually  looking for level crossings on websites without much luck of finding anything locally.  I then started at the main town train station of Google maps and started working out along all the tracks. Eventually I found a crossing on a little road only a few miles away. The only issue was a row of 4 or 5 houses nearby. I went on to street view and it looked like none of the houses really looked on to the tracks so that shouldn’t be an issue.

The road this crossing was on was a quiet country road so traffic shouldn’t be much of an issue either. So then it comes to parking. Obviously you can park on the tracks so I had to look for somewhere nearby. Luckily there is a small gravel area just off the side of road about 30 meters from the tracks. Even more luckily the parking area was on the side of the tracks without the houses so there wouldnt be anyone looking over at the car parked up randomly near the tracks.

Ok now I just needed some free time to go and get the photo. I got my chance on a Sunday morning and I started driving. Having gotten to the start of the road leading to the tracks I had to wait for a jogger who was turning in to the same road. The rlttacknwas a good couple of miles down the road so I didn’t think much of seeing a jogger on the same road so far away. I drove to the parking spot crossing tracks to park up and then took my chance. I got out of the car phone in the selfie stick. Selfie sticks come with tripods which make some shots easier to get. I walked to the tracks and stripped off in the middle of the crossing and got my photo. Nothing of not to say here it just happened all ok. I walked back to the car and noticed the photo wasn’t as good as I wanted. Part of my head was cut off and my feet weren’t on show. Disssapponted in this I knew I needed to go back and re do the photo. This is where I should have just got the photo in the same way again. But that’s not what I did. I had gotten a bit bolder at this point. I put the phone in the selfie stick tripod mode again and set it up to watch me strip by the car. Yep 30 meters away from where I needed to be naked. Well I locked the clothes up in the car and walked back to the tracks. Setting the phone back down in the middle of the tracks and taking video of me stood in the crossing then turning the phone round and standing with the phone recording me looking the other way down the tracks. I picked up my phone and started walking back to the car. I was just opening the back door of the car to get my clothes when I heard….. “Oh my God I didn’t expect to see that on my jog” she had caught up with me and caught me just as I was starting to get ready to get dressed again. Unfortunately the phone was in the car at this point so I don’t get any footage but I could hear the audio. Back on the dark part of the recording.

 

So yeah I was caught on accident but in reality I should have known she would be coming but I had gotten caught up in being nude in public and forgotten she would be coming down the road. She had a little chuckle to her self as she ran past and I o got dressed and  quickly drove back the other way to not have to pass her again. This is how most encounters go. If you are not actively out trying to be obscene to upset someone they generally just laugh it off.

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[Since1980_v2]

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