Chapter 2
"Accidental" Exposure and Late Night Strolls
Following Teachers' College, I became a Schoolteacher at a Secondary Boys' School. The University and College parties were left behind, and because the school was near where I lived, I had less opportunity to entertain, and had to be more circumspect about my adventures. I advertised in a locally produced sex magazine that I was available to entertain nude at "hens' nights", but other than for a few dummy enquiries, this led to nothing.
I began to seek out situations where I could be seen naked, but appear as if it was accidental. Merely exposing my penis was not an option. In my moral compass, this would be deviancy. I had to be nude, but I did not want to shock, or offend my target audience, so I had to plan episodes that came across as accidental. I rented an apartment that had large windows, and Glass French doors opening onto a balcony, which overlooked a similar apartment block. I had no curtains, and usually left the blind up in my bedroom. So I was often naked and visible to anyone who might be looking. To appear accidental you need not to stare out to see if anyone was watching, but try to look out from the corner of your eye as I wanted to know if I was seen. This was not easy, and useless if it was dark, and a spectator did not have his/her lights on. I could see from inside if anyone was on their balcony, and so I could then go out onto mine wearing only a towel and cause it to drop. I could extend the exposure if I carried drinks or food in my hands. These would have to be carefully placed on a table before I could retrieve my towel. So these ruses quickly became boring, as I could not target the same neighbour more than once or twice, I could not be sure I was observed, and I really wanted something more close up.
Quite often I had a girlfriend staying with me, and I encouraged them to have friends over whenever they liked. With the right planning, I could leave the door to the bathroom or bedroom open enough for them to see me as they passed. The observer might linger a moment to take in the scene, and then move on without comment. I could arrange to be in the bathroom when they arrived, and then walk in on them, naked, because I had not heard them arrive. This was usually more rewarding, as the girls usually were amused by my predicament, did not feel that they were being voyeurs, and I could take my time apologising to them, and even being introduced, before covering up, or leaving the room. However I could only do this once or twice with each girlfriend.
I would go to various clothing stores that had unisex change rooms. If the change room had a curtain I could accidentally not close it completely, or if it had a door, I could forget to lock it. I would take in a variety of shirts, as short a cut as I could find, and remove my shoes, socks and trousers, while I tried on these shirts, one by one, being totally naked between shirts, and naked from the waist down otherwise. I could usually see from the corner of my eye if someone could see through the gap in the curtain. If the viewer was female, and lingered a little, I could change the shirt once or twice. If the door was opened, the intruder would usually say sorry, and close it again very quickly. I could not do this very often at any particular store, but there were plenty of stores, and as I gained experience, I could quickly determine if one suited my purpose, or not.
Two episodes stand out. Once a woman opened the change room door, and I was naked except for just beginning to slip my arm into a shirt sleeve. Instead of quickly closing the door, this woman seemed to be transfixed by the shock of seeing a naked man in the room. She just stood there, holding the door handle, staring at me, and speechless. So I casually walked over to the door, with the shirt hanging off one arm, took my door handle in my other hand, and apologised that the lock did not seem to be working. She remained still and silent, her eyes exploring my body for a couple of seconds, until she seemed to realise what was happening, and her face flushed as she stepped backwards from the doorway, as I closed the door behind her.
On the other memorable occasion, as I studied a shirt on myself in the mirror, I saw from the corner of my eye, a lady close to the curtain, looking at me through the gap. I took the shirt off as she watched, "oblivious" to her presence. I saw her turn away, and beckon to a friend to come over, and then hold her finger up to her lips. The friend arrived in a few seconds, and they stood there silently, one behind the other, as I tried on each of four shirts, one of them twice. They made no noise or movement. Instinctively I decided to up the ante. I turned to face them so that they would know I had seen them. They stood their ground. Naked, I came to the gap, pulled it open a little more and asked them how long they had been there.
