I have always been comfortable naked; indoors, outdoors it doesn't make a difference. Michelle on the other hand is not comfortable unless in bed under the covers. This started to change after hanging with me.
I live in the country and Michelle in the city. We will at times meet at a popular hiking trail when we choose to be outdoors. There are plenty of places to go to be alone.
I introduced Michelle to this wonderful place and it was here that she made love in the great outdoors for the first time. She did enjoy the feel of the sun on her body but was self conscious of being naked in public. We have never been seen but that does not help her feelings.
Our naked days in public (sort of anyway) were both exciting for the wonderful lovemaking and nerve racking for the possibility of getting caught. We would park at the far end of the cul-de-sac that comprises the parking lot for the trail. We would sometimes sit and talk in the vehicles or neck like a couple of teenagers, careful to listen for approaching vehicles and careful to keep enough clothes on to look respectable if some one were to drive to our end of the world. The thrill of getting away with something is fun in my eyes. (I'm not sure Michelle would feel the same way!) Other times we would disappear into the brush with a blanket and finish off our teenage petting with some good ol fashion love making that would be the envy any teenager.
One day when we went to "Our Place" it was cold, overcast and windy. This precluded a trip to the underbrush. I expected to spend the time talking to her and touching her. The chance to be naked and making love was slim to none. Boy was I wrong!
Michelle arrived after I did that day. I walked over to her vehicle and she got out. We embraced and went through the normal; How are you? Boy has it been a long time since we have been together. Etc....
We were leaning against her car and embracing. I ran my hands over her back and bottom and listened to the loving moaning sounds that Michelle makes when she is excited. I unhooked her bra and pulled her top and her bra over her breasts while she pulled my shirt out of my jeans and pulled it up also. We leaned into one and other and felt the glorious feeling of naked skin against naked skin. The warmth of our skin against each other has always been a major turn on for us. It was heightened this time by the cold wind blowing around us. The cold on our backs and sides only enhanced the warmth of her breasts against my chest.