My name is Joe—exhibitionist. I want to tell you all about an experience I had during the highpoint of my naked-in-public career, shortly before my arrest, that was exciting and strange.
By strange, I mean that it confused me somewhat, because while I am not gay, it did involve another man.
I think that in retrospect, it was the situation that had me so sexually high, not the fact that another man was involved. While I'm sure the experience would have been much more of a rush had the other participant been a woman—the simple fact is that I, being completely naked in a public place during broad daylight, while being watched by another person, regardless of gender, had me so hot and turned on that I lost all control.
Anyway, this incident is part of a bigger story that I mentioned in a previous post. It was the summer that I drove naked across the country, only donning my shorts when I stopped for gas.
It was about ten in the morning on what was to be a very hot day, in more ways than one. Returning from Nevada, I had entered into Colorado the previous night and stayed at a cheap motel just outside of Grand Junction. The motel sat right on the street in a smallish town and I had toyed with the idea of venturing out nude at night, but in the end I was too tired from driving and chose to sleep instead. In the morning, the idea just wouldn't leave me alone however, and I had to try it.
At about seven a.m. I peeked out the door and saw that the street was still relatively quiet. So, slipping on my shorts and shoes, I gathered my stuff from the room and took it to my car, which was parked about fifty feet from the door. After making sure that all of my stuff was clear of the room, I closed and locked the car door and went back to the room to gather my courage and see if I could really go through with it.
Once inside, I had a moment to reevaluate this crazy idea. Judging by the sounds outside, the streets were growing busier. If I was going to do it, it had better be soon. Peering out of the door again, I saw a few cars stopped at the intersection in front of the motel. Looking to my left across the street, I could see that the parking lot of the small strip mall was still pretty empty.
Drawing a deep breath, I dropped my shorts; leaving me naked, save for my shoes. Balling my shorts up in one hand, I stepped out and closed the door in one motion. The room key remained inside. There I was, naked, exposed to the street, with fifty feet of open space to get to my locked car.
I forced myself not to freak out and run, instead, walking slower than normal on purpose to my car. Suddenly, the streets seemed much busier than when I'd first decided to do this. Cars passed by, not twenty feet from me. Reaching my vehicle with my shorts in one hand and my keys in the other, I fumbled to unlock the door, but dropped the keys because I was shaking too much.
Every second was precious now because it was another second that I had be totally nude and risk being caught. Finally, after bending over to retrieve the keys, I managed to unlock the door and get in.
I didn't know how many people might have seen me and I didn't want to hang around to find out. So after starting the engine, I put it in gear and got the hell out of there.
Back on the freeway, after an hour or so, I was relaxed again, reliving the experience in my mind, and once again, the obsession was knocking.
I had stopped to put my shorts on in the car, before getting on the freeway because I was kinda freaked out and didn't want to suddenly be pulled over in the nude.
Driving on, I saw the rest stop sign and decided to check it out.
The rest stop was really a long, curved, stretch of road, nestled between the based of a mountain one the right, and a river on the left, which ran through a ravine about ten feet below the road. While the road was pretty secluded from the freeway by trees and brush, there were open spots where a person could be seen from it.
Parking my car at the edge of the road, I left about three feet of space between the passenger side and the base of the mountain, and got out, still wearing my shorts and shoes. I had to pee, so I figured I had the perfect excuse.
I went around the front of the car and stood between it and the mountain, effectively shielding myself from view.
I was parked about at the mid-point from where the road began at the entrance to the rest stop to where it reentered the freeway. I could see both directions and figured that I would spot anyone before they spotted me. Like I said, that's what I figured, but sometimes we figure wrong.
After relieving myself, I still saw no signs of life and, feeling safe, I dropped my shorts and stepped out of them, placing them on top of the tire on the passenger's side. This time, I also removed my shoes and left them on the ground next to the wheel. The raw ground felt good beneath my bare feet and I felt so totally naked.
I love going barefoot naked because it feels so much more totally nude than wearing shoes.
But the ever-present possibility of having to run or get away makes it impractical for the most part.
This time however, I wanted to feel the ground beneath me, and as I stepped out cautiously from my hiding place, my bare feet on the paved road reminded of my nakedness with each step.
Twisting my head around, I tried to see in all directions at once, I strained to hear anything and everything. There was traffic noise coming from the freeway, and I realized that if I got too far from my car, someone could drive up and I would be left with nowhere to hide...which is exactly what happened.
