Nude at church

People that know me understand that I am not a religious man. However, I have always wanted go to a service nude. Several years ago, I was on a business trip to Boston. I was staying in a nice hotel. About two miles away from the hotel was those large cathedrals you see in big cities. They generally have a Mass around midnight. It is not quite as busy at that time.
I decided to go on a Wednesday night. My plan was to enter after the service began and sit at the back. I made sure I could not chicken out and left all my clothes, nothing on my feet, and even removed my watch and jewelry. I was totally nude. I knew a back way to the garage, hoping to not be detected. I headed for my car. All went well until I got to the garage, and one of the staff was coming from the garage. I spied him too late, so I just walked by, nodded hello, and went on like nothing had happened. My heart was beating a little faster. I made it to my rental with no other incidents. I drove to the church and parked around the corner. I put my wallet and keys on the passenger seat. I did leave the car unlocked, otherwise I might have a problem later. I exited the car, and headed around the corner to the church. It was open and there was a pretty good number of people attending. Most people had already entered, so I walked up the steps and into the building in a seat about three rows up from the back, but with nobody close by.
I sat there for a while, not brave enough to make a move. A few stragglers entered but seemed not to notice me. I had been there for about half an hour when someone who looked like a really lost soul. He sat down across the aisle. He looked straight at me, and had no reaction. If anybody needed something from this place, it was him. After sitting there a while, he got up and moved forward.
Finally, I worked up my courage to make a move; after all this what I always wanted to do. There were about 50 folks in the building. I stood up, stepped into the aisle, and started moving forward. After about 10 rows, there were people in the seats. Mostl surprisingly, most people ignored me. Several couples started whispering between themselves, with the occasional pointing. Some giggled, and some looked more concerned. I made it all the way to the front. The man who was preaching, was cool about it. He said, "sir, that is inappropriate attire for church." He asked me to please leave, and that I would be welcome anytime I wore appropriate clothing. I said, "Thank you" and slowly moved to the back of the church, and then outside.
As I exited, some couples across the street spotted me, and asked me what I was doing. I said attending church. They got a kick out of that. Before heading back to my car, I wandered around the area. I passed people, and wandered past some restaurant windows. I was trying to be seen, and I did.
I went back to my car and returned to the hotel. I decided to go in the front of the hotel. I decided to go to the desk and tell them I lost my key and needed a new one. Fortunately, the person that helped me was a young woman. What a rush. She asked for my ID, and I fumbled around with my wallet, and presented her with my drivers license. She gave me a new key, and I headed to the elevator. I was on the 7th floor. The elevator stopped on the third floor, and a middle-aged woman paused outside before entering. She stole a few furtive glances and exited on the 4th floor. I got off on the 7th floor, entered my room, and went back over the activities of the evening. There was some auto-eroticism that night.

By Anonymous

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