03 Continuing To Grow

Over the years since my first two unplanned events, I've had many that I did plan. and others that were just impromptu. I won't bore you with most of them because they were small things - naked sunbathing on my patio and deck, quick skinny dipping, etc. Most were fun and not very intense or daring things.

However, one of my first planned adventures turned out scary for reasons other than you may think. This happened a few months after my lake house trip with my friends Frank and Sandy.

I had a small sailboat at my parent's summer place. I would trailer it and launch it at a bay not far from their house. My first big plan was sailing to an island on the outer side of that bay to see if I could get into a naked adventure. One side of the island faced the bay. The other side faced the ocean.

This plan called for 2 sailing trips. The first day was just going to be a practice run to see how long it was going to take me and to see what people do when they go to this island. I sailed to a spot on the bay side of the island. It was still morning and I picked this spot because there were no boats in the immediate area. I beached the sailboat, got out and looked around. It was a sandy area with some wild bushes here and there.

This trip was going so quickly and smoothly that I asked myself, "Why waste the trip?" I again carefully looked around. I could see nobody near me. It again reminded me my first experience, now almost 2 years prior to this. So, I took off my t-shirt, shorts and underpants. I laid on them in the sun for 10 minutes or so on each side, occasionally checking to see if anybody came along. That is the way I sunbathe; I time myself and turn over front to back several times rather than laying on one side for a long period time and then turning over. I find I am less likely to get a sunburn this way. The sun felt glorious on my body, parts of which had never seen the sun before.

This was my first time intentionally naked out of the water and in a public place where people could potently see me. I didn't intend for this to happen on this day, but although I was a bit nervous, I was liking it and glad I was doing it. A few boats went by a bit off shore, but I doubted that they noticed me because I was partially screened by my boat and a few bushes.

I stood up to get ready to leave. I was casually looking around one last time before getting dressed. The shoreline to my right went a short distance then turned left. Then it went a long distance before turning right and out of sight. That would be the direction I would be heading when I made my next trip going to the ocean side of the island. That was as far as I could see. Out where the shoreline disappeared, there were a few boats anchored, but I could see nobody on them. I assumed they went ashore as I had done, but I could not see them on the beach. They must have been around that bend of the shoreline.

I decided to do something crazy. I started to walk along the shore, carrying my shorts just in case I ran into somebody. I clearly remember thinking to myself that I was pretending that I was shipwrecked on a deserted island naked and alone. I walked to where the shoreline turned to the left. There was path that led inland from there. Actually the path headed in the direction of the ocean side of the island. So I thought this would be a bit more exploration for the next trip. I headed along the path for short distance when I decided that I had pushed my luck enough for that day. Plus, I had no idea where the people were from the anchored boats; perhaps they were walking around the island as I was.

I retraced my steps naked back to my boat, got dressed and set sail again. I headed toward the anchored boats before returning to my trailer and car. The boat people were on beach but had been out of my line of sight. I also discovered that the island was much bigger that I imagined meaning that I would have to sail a longer distance to reach the ocean. I estimated it would take about an extra hour of sailing to get where I wanted to go.

A couple of weeks later I ventured out on the second part of my plan.

I sailed out of the bay and to the ocean side of the island; there was nobody there. Apparently, most people stayed on the bay side. I beached the boat and went about an afternoon of naked sunbathing and swimming. The rough ocean waves felt especially great on my body. It was a more exhilarating sensation than the gently waves of my first experience. I loved it.

At one point, two people came along the beach while I was laying on my towel; I covered up momentarily. After they went by, I thought about where they had come from and where they were going. After all, this was an island. But more importantly I thought about my being naked and covering up: was I afraid of being seen naked; was I embarrassed to be seen naked; was I ashamed of my body; was I not as brave as I thought I was? While I laid there thinking about these things, I decided none of these thoughts were true.

I realized as my new life of nudity was unfolding that our society doesn't accept nudity in public very well. Hell, if I had not experienced it myself, I would probably be shocked like most people seeing a naked man on the beach. Since I could never know ahead of time how people would react, I decided that is was best to be prudent while doing these things. I thought at the very least people would be upset and at worst I could get into legal trouble if I just laid out there nude while people walked by me..

So, except for those people, I spent 2-3 hours completely naked. I loved it. It was the most daring thing I had done in my life.

It came time to leave. I got dressed and turned the boat around to sail off the beach. I quickly found out why people stayed on the bay side.

The waves had gotten rougher as the afternoon progressed. It was great for swimming, but every time I started to sail, the waves would push me and the boat back onto the beach. I tried this several times and realized it was continuing to get even rougher. I started to panic. Not only was I wondering how was I going to get the boat off the beach, but how was I going to get off the island.

I quickly ran to a point on the beach where I could see the bay. There were still a couple of boats tied up on the inner shore.

I dragged my boat up on the sand as far as I could. I walked around to the bay side and asked if I could hitch a ride back to land. At first the people were skeptical, but when I explained what had happened they agreed.

I called a marine company near the bay when I got back to my parents house and asked them to tow the boat off the beach for me the next day. They did it. I picked the boat up the following weekend, but how this trip ended made me see how unexpectedly things could go wrong and this put a damper on my naked adventures for a short time.

A couple of years later, I got married and tried to convince my wife into some daring things, but she wasn't buying it. She was and is a beautiful woman, but she is not very comfortable with her body. So, rather than frustrate myself and her, I stopped making suggestions to her. However, I continued doing things whenever I got the chance. Most of these things she didn't know about. It's not that I was being sneaky; it's just that I know she would get upset over what I thought was no big deal. I did sunbathe naked on our patio several times while she was there, clothed, and the two of us did skinny dip together one night. So, it was not like she didn't know I liked to be naked outdoors.

I gradually developed a philosophy on nudity, sexuality and fidelity that I think is completely compatible with my religious upbringing. I won't get into details except to say a few things.

Women can get away with a lot more than men can. So I am keenly aware not to get into public situations unless it is potentially comfortable for others. It's not that I am afraid to be seen naked; I am completely and I mean completely comfortable with my body even as I have gotten older. I just don't want to make others uncomfortable or get people pissed off. I am especially aware not to do anything when I know children are present. I'm not sure how the parents would react or in today's world, the fear of being accused of being a child predator or something like that.

I think God's most beautiful creation is a well maintained naked human female body. I also think that body hair on males or females detracts from that beauty except for the hair on your head and eyebrows both of which have useful purposes. The rest of our hair may have had some evolutionary purpose, but is unnecessary today.

So I will relate to you my three greatest events in the following stories - all true and I'm sorry to say not all that high on the "nudities greatest world events" scale, but they were the highlights of my nude career and I had fun with them - one was being nearly naked in front of a lot of people, one was safely being naked in front of a small group of people, and one was really daring and getting caught.