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(I realised that this story didn’t really fit in the “Ever been undressed by other people?” category so I’ve copied it here.|)
Hello again!
I posted Part 2 of the story but deleted it as no-one seemed to have read it (But if anyone wants to read it, I’ll add a more sanitised version?). But there was another couple of stories with my cousin, Tam. To recap, we were both at school but he was 18 months older than me – eighteen months is a big difference when you’re in your teens. Anyway, the long hot summer of 1976 continued – did it ever rain that summer? It was scorching hot.
One day, I knew Tam was coming round for the day – my Dad and brother were at work and my Mum had a part-time job, 9.30 to 2.30 at the local council office, two or three days a week – a bus-ride away. I’d got up, had a bath (no showers in those days!), dressed and joined Mum for breakfast, knowing Tam was due round at about 9.00am. As she was getting ready to leave, I said goodbye – “Don’t stay indoors all day,” she said, “get out of that musky bedroom of yours and go outside in the garden and get some sun on your skin.” I fully intended to but she didn’t know I planned to be nude. She left for work & I went back up to room, and put on my old rugby kit, venturing downstairs as Tam arrived. He was surprised to see me in my rugby kit – we had a drink and then I said, “Let’s go and have a kick about in the garden.” Tam agreed and we ventured out into the garden – to set the scene, it was very long, with two apple trees about midway down, overlooked by two houses either side of ours. We rarely saw the neighbours to the right, while the neighbours – an elderly couple – to the left were in most days.
“I’ll go in goal,” I said and positioned myself between the apple trees which made great goal-posts! “Your shoelaces are undone,” said Tam and I replied, “Don’t worry – they’re not going to stay on for long!” Tam smiled but looked confused but he kicked the ball and for the next half an hour we laughed and enjoyed ourselves in the sunshine. It was great fun, me (back when I was young and thin with quite an athletic physique) making some diving saves, getting hotter and a dustier. Tam had no idea of what I had planned!
After about half an hour , I said, “It’s getting hot,” and without another word took off my rugby top and threw it aside. Tam looked more confused but we played on. There was nothing suspicious about what we were doing and even if the neighbours to the left looked out of their bedroom window, the view into our garden was partially obscured by a cherry tree in theirs. I was only stripped to the waist – nothing too unusual there, surely?
A little later, I stretched to stop the football going in and, as my laces were undone, my trainer came off. I threw the ball back to Tam who was now getting a clearer idea of what was going on and clearly wanted to see more. A few moments later, oh dear, my other trainer flew off and I made no effort to put either back on.
My long rugby socks were ancient hand-me-downs and the elastic had long-since perished, so they slowly slipped down my legs, then one by one, they slipped over my heels, over my toes and then I was delightfully barefoot. The grass felt cool and still a little damp from the dew – but it spurred me on. I wanted to take everything off, right there, in sweet suburbia. Not a blatant quick strip – I wanted the thrill of a striptease, slowly, almost casually, losing my clothes.
And this is the point of the story – I was now nearly naked in the garden where we could, if someone had wanted to, be seen. Plus there was the risk of someone coming home. Such a risk! How would I have explained it? The shame, the repercussions.
Tam was grinning as we played football some more – out of site, I undid the drawstring holding my shorts up. Once undone, my shorts immediately felt loose and I knew they would start to slide over my hips. What Tam didn’t know was that that’s all I had left on – I wasn’t wearing any underwear. My shorts became looser and Tam fired the ball past me into the goal. I turned my back to him as I went to retrieve the ball, bent over, and my shorts slowly slipped off, revealing my bare bottom, and they fell to the floor. I stepped out of them and kicked them aside, now completely nude. This was such rude, naughty, forbidden fun! Strangely, we played football for a little while longer, another ten minutes maybe with me making more diving saves, me completely hot, sweaty and naked, before Tam finally said, “Let’s go indoors and play.”
I did as instructed and picked up my clothes and followed Tam into the house through the patio doors. What happened next I’ll leave to your imaginations but for the record, Tam never stripped nude – he always kept his clothes on but delighted in seeing me nude.
As I said, the point of the story isn’t the fumbling erotic fun we had in the house, but the sheer risk of being caught? It might have been difficult to see us playing football as all my clothes slipped off (difficult but not impossible) but I could clearly have been seen totally naked as I walked back to the house clutching my discarded clothes.
That was a fun day that I remember fondly!
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I have a fantasy (if narcissistic)….imagine back in the mid-1970s having access to today’s technology? Take this risky garden striptease….if it was to take place today, Tam and I would have gone out into the garden and I would have set my iPhone up and videoed the whole event, me stripping nude outside. Not sure I would have filmed playing indoors. But outside? 100%.
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It was quite a few years later that I got hold of a video camera/recorder, back in the day where it needed a spotlight!!!
My adventures in stripping nude on camera can be found here:
I hope you’re enjoying these stories? 🤔
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