I've always been into public nudity. Always. Since as long as I can remember, anyway. Not being naked in front of others necessarily. Just being naked in a place you shouldn't be. With the fear of being caught, of course. Like someone said, no risk no reward.
I didn't have a concrete plan on what i was going to do to get the rush that I craved that day, but I was gonna get it somehow. Of course, the one thing I did know was that it was going to involve me getting naked at some point...
It was an hour before sunset when I got out of my car at the local park. It was a sprawling area of tennis courts, sports fields and bush trails. I headed in the direction of one trail, which wound for a couple of kilometres through a valley and was mainly used by bike riders. Bike riders are even worse than walkers...they come upon you so fast. Twice in this same park I'd just made myself decent when someone on a bike had gone whooshing by, literally within seconds. But those are stories for another time.
I had scouted this path many times before and the great thing about it was that it was one of the least used paths in the park. The flipside of that was that it was primarily a bike path, as I said, and that on my previous times here I'd almost always seen at least one person or group. Considering the time of day, I figured the odds of meeting someone on the path at some point to be about 50/50. Good enough.
I had a destination in mind, about half way along the path, though I wasn't yet sure exactly what I was going to do. My mind was awhirl with possibilities, even as my eyes and ears strained to detect any signs of people.