In my youth, two friends, Brian, Ken and I spent a weekend camping at the top of Millstone Edge in Derbyshire in order to climb as many of the gritstone rock routes as we could. When we had pretty well exhausted the possibilities, we got up one morning and decided to do a route nude, except for still wearing boots and harnesses - helmets hadn't become generally available at that stage. We broke the route into small pitches and all three of us were spread across the face when three young girls walked along the footpath below and surprised us by yelling something like, "Hello boys!"
That reminds me of a story my husband told me many, many years ago. He was at a Scout camp somewhere on the Isle of Wight and in a neighbouring field was a Girl Guide camp. One of his friends dared him to walk through the Guide camp naked early in the morning and he accepted the challenge. He set off at about 6.00 the following morning, got to the other side of the girls' field uneventfully and turned to come back. What he didn't know was that his friend had tipped off the girls and suddenly he was surrounded by a dozen or so Girl Guides who grabbed hold of him and tied him to a tree. The girls all went back to their tents and he was left there until one of the Guide leaders appeared about 30 minutes later - she was not amused to find a naked boy in the middle of her camp.
G&J
I was nude but it was in the years before I became a nudist. After a road race when I was a schoolboy the male showers were overcrowded so some of us were moved to the girls facilities to shower and change. There wasn't a girls race that day so their changing room was unused. However, we still expected someone to stand guard at the door while we showered but then we heard female voices in the changing area. Without thinking, I got out the shower and went to tell the ladies that the boys were told to get showered there. I didn't get the chance with all the sharp intakes of breath and exclamations. Thankfully they saw the funny side after they heard the other boys in the showers so left us to get dried and dressed.
Smooth again, stayed hairy for as long as I could.
I had a quick look around and sure enough I was the only one naked - he then told me the nudist part was further down the beach.
When I was growing up there was a nudist beach down the street from a beach my family visited regularly and there were a couple times when we witnessed something like this happen to people. There was never any trouble however and we would just go, "hey look they think its the nudie beach", and sort of chuckle at their cluelessness. I think in retrospect seeing naked people casually coexist in a nominally clothed setting opened up my mind to some of the concepts of nudism.
Anyhow to answer the topic, I would say the most reckless thing I ever did nude was perhaps taking a nude stroll in my neighborhood at 2 - 3 am. I've posted about it in the past but when I was first getting into nudism I decided to take a walk around the neighborhood fully nude no cover-ups whatsoever, but with the cover of darkness. I quickly learned that truly my only cover was the lateness of the hour and luck because the moon and the streetlights combined to mean that I was basically as visible as if it were daylight, if anyone had looked there would be no mistaking me or my state of dress.
If anyone had seen me or been driving at that hour things would have been very awkward indeed considering that all the neighbors know me and my family. All in all it was an interesting experiment but not one I would repeat.
Back in the day when this site had its own video chat i was online chatting from a hotel in Germany. I was asked what the hotel was like so I said "I'll show you" and so went on a walk around the hotel with laptop in hand showing the chatroom. All was well until I was almost back to my room when someone came the other way. All very normal, you might think, except the someone was my new boss off a few days!
It all turned out well, though. He simply took the mickey and told everyone in the factory when we got back. From then on they all knew I liked being naked and I could openly discuss naturism.
Boundaries are there to be stretched!
I was at a boarding school and some friends dared me to run around the athletics track in the nude. I did, at six o'clock one morning, and got caught.....
G&J
I stashed shorts and rucksack to walk round moorland in the dales. When I came to a track, I took it for my route back, until after a little while I felt something was wrong. Without compass or sight of sun, I struggled to work out which way I was heading. After some headscratching, I retraced my route a bit and found I had missed my track by about 50 yards, instead meeting one going initially at rightangles but then heading in the opposite direction to where I needed to go. I could easily have found myself lost on the wrong side of the moor, without a stitch. That would have been interesting when I had to flag down help for a long drive back....
Tread lightly upon the earth
The first time I ever drove naked was on the way home from the beach. I decided to place my clothes on the back seat, with it being about 30 degrees outside and having never driven naked before, , I didn't think about leaving them to hand. Living in Devon, we have quite a few country lanes around here, and on the way home I encountered a traffic jam. I couldn't reach my clothes to slip something on. There had been an accident in the lane ahead and all traffic was being turned around and sent back in the opposite direction. As the woman approached me to tell me to turn I started to worry a bit, but she leaned in the window and told me what was happening, smiled and suggested I turn around and find another route.
She never mentioned my naked state. Since then, if I drive without clothes, they are on the seat right next to me !
Watched a police program today from New Zealand or Australia were a chap got pulled by the police for driving while banned. He was naked and no clothes in the car. He did keep saying he had not been banned. The police was going to seize the car and make him walk home. In the notes at the end it was proved he was still legal to drive because when the last driving offence was committed he was not in the country and proved he was not driving at the time. It did not say if he had to walk home naked. The police did say it was not illegal to drive naked.
I have been stopped while driving naked in New Zealand. they stopped me for a woof check, the equivalent to road tax. I was with another naturist at the time and he was also naked. the police officer never mentioned that we were naked and wished us a good day as I was able to show him my woof.
I was able to show him my woof.
He he, I have never heard it called a woof before
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In my case it was starting to cut some angle iron using the angle grinder.
I put my boiler suit on quickly after feeling the first spark land on my body.
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
I wrote it like that just to give everyone a smile, glad to see it wasn't wasted on you.
A few years ago we went to a German nudist beach. We stripped down and then I walked over
naked to a tiny house for renting a beach chair. I went in and there was a man totally suprised that I was naked. Behind him there was one of the female life guards on a ladder and doing some work at the wall of the room. He turned around to her and told her that she is not to be shocked when she turns around as there was a naked man. Luckily I did not have to go back and dress up again and could get the keys for one of the beach chairs.
Note to self. When welding, put some overalls on. Doh
Stressed when dressed
Note to self. When welding, put some overalls on. Doh
I find that the leather welder's apron and gauntlets are adequate.
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