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The first nude adventure I know about I frankly do not remember.  That means I was not 5, but I must have been more than 3.5 because my younger sister had been born.  The story, as I heard it from my mother:

One fine day, while she was occupied with Diana [NCPI], I and my sister Maureen [NCPI] walked out of sight and off the property - suburbal Arlington.

I do not know how long we were gone, but the first my mother knew about it she got a phone call from someone about two blocks away.  Maureen and I were sitting on the street corner, and I had removed my clothes.  Maujreen had not - typical of her, I am the only one in my family.

There are other experiencs I do remember - but i treasure that story as testifying the bae skin drive is innate in me and missing in Maureen.

 
Posted : August 6, 2016 5:51 pm
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The first serious outdoor nude jaunt in the modern era came one chilly afternoon - there were snow flurries - in perhaps my 14th year.  For some time I had been more and more aware of my drive toward nudity, grabbing chances to go around the house nude - the family was textile to the extent that my father stayed in suit and tie from rising to bedtime.

On this day, I had gone to a local park.  There was a groundskeeper's building surrounded by bushes.  The impulse got too intense.  In the bushes, off with the clothes.  There I was, nude and shivering - there was a wind too - while about 20 yards away on the far side of the bushes some very hardy types were playing tennis!

I was not there long - partly nervous about possible discovery. partly chilled.  But that was a wow experience I am not likely to forget.

 
Posted : August 7, 2016 6:03 pm