Hi there.
My earliest realisation that I enjoyed the freedom that being naked brings would have been way back in 1987 I suppose!
I had a wonderful (first love) girlfriend and her parents had a huge secluded back garden. They were quite cool ex hippy types and would allow me to pitch my tent when I visited from college.
Waking up very early, as you tend to when camping I would have a little wander naked in the wild garden. Sometimes l would do the same by moonlight. The feeling of freedom and excitement was needless to say quite amazing, even if it was just popping out for an early morning pee!
I only started to enjoy being naked again many years later when I bought my own home, and it is only recently that I have ventured outside again. Silly boy, wow what have I been missing!
Come to think of it thats not the only thing I discovered was great fun outdoors naked that summer, but thats for another area of the site! 😉
Enjoy.
Andy x
I wasn't really naked. I simply didn't have any clothes on.
Josephine Baker
There's nothing quite like that first summer of love, is there? 😉 😎 🙂
JOhn
Do not do unto others as you would that they should do unto you. Their tastes may not be the same.
George Bernard Shaw, Maxims for Revolutionaries