Outdoor nudity fetish

My outdoor nudity fetish started back in 1972 when I was 14-years old. Outdoor nudity had never entered my fantasies until one of my neighborhood friends told me about his fantasy of wanting to walk all around our little suburban downtown totally naked in broad daylight. I had a thing for this friend (nothing ever happened) so the thought of him walking around in the nude downtown got me instantly hard. After that, I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to be completely naked outdoors in the middle of the day.

The first time I stripped outdoors was in a secluded wooded area near our house. At first I’d just stand there naked, stroking myself while taking in my surroundings. After awhile I got up the nerve to walk the trail that ran through these woods, far from where I’d left my clothes.

I lived in a one-story ranch house where I had my own bedroom. During the summer months between my junior and senior years in high school, I started climbing out my bedroom window at 2:00-3:00 a.m. and walking all around the neighborhood in the nude. Thank God my parents were heavy sleepers (and no alarm system). The streets of our sleepy suburb were poorly lit, so it was easy for me to pretty much go wherever I pleased. No mask, no shoes, no nothing. Totally naked. I made myself a list of girls at school who lived nearby and made a game out of visiting each one of their houses and masturbating totally naked on their patios, decks, front porches, etc. There were times when I’d venture a mile or more away from our house. I never crossed busy streets, though. I kept my eyes and ears peeled for approaching cars, even at that late hour (i.e., cops). I could see/hear them coming from a ways off, giving me plenty of time to find cover. I never got caught.

At college, they kept the classroom buildings open 24/7 during finals week. When I was a senior, after finals and after the underclassmen had departed campus, the classroom buildings were still open 24/7 while 75% of the students were gone. So…I walked across campus at 2:00 a.m. to this one classroom complex that butted up against one of the freshman dorms. I flashed my ID to the totally bored student security guard reading a book in the entrance and he just waved me on through. I found a classroom on the second floor where I stripped naked to begin my walk all around the second, third, and fourth floors of the building. Even took the elevator from the secondS floor to the fourth, where I got off outside the office of one of my Spanish teachers that I had a thing for. Plopped myself down against her door and jerked off to thoughts of fucking her. No security cameras back in those days. Thank God!

Since graduating from college, I’ve worked for seven different companies. I walked around in the nude in the offices of four of these companies, after hours or on weekends. Again, no security cameras. I’d plop myself down in the office or cubicle of some hottie that I had a thing for and spew loads of cum all over the place. Awesome.

We currently live in Ashwaubenon WI directly across the street from a 60-acre wooded conservatory that our village turned into a park (Sherwood Forest Park...Google it) a few years back by building a biking/walking trail through it. There are only four entrances to this biking/walking trail, one of which is directly across the street from our front porch. So when the weather is nice, I’ll get up at the crack of dawn to go for a walk through these woods. My wife likes the fact that I’m getting my exercise. What she doesn’t know is that I’m getting it in the nude. I’ll veer off the main trail into what I call the “deep woods” where there are lots and lots of footpaths to follow and clearings to masturbate in.

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