Part 2 My First Nudist Activity

Please read the other stories in this series for the back story to this one.

All events are 100% true and based on my own real life experiences. Some of the smaller details are about 90% true.

It had been months since my wife and I had gone camping together. It was now the middle of winter. And as normal, we were going camping. This time however, our two girls and some of their friends were coming with us. Part of the trip included visiting our elderly parents, but before spending time with them, we spent a few nights camping. As the girls went off to explore the camp site, my wife and I began setting up camp. We smiled at each other as we did because it brought back fond memories of our naked adventures and sexual escapades. I said to my wife that we should strip off, and she laughed and pointed at the girls! The desire was there for both of us to strip off especially when the days were warm, and we both found ourselves sending signals to each other through winks, interesting looks etc. It was hardest at night when we were laying in the roof top tent together. She was wet, because I felt it. I was hard, but there was a thin piece of canvas between us on top of the camper van and the girls at the bottom. No ways we could have sex with them around. We did spend the next day looking for somewhere to satisfy each other. But with our two girls and their friends around as well, we couldn't risk it.

Our desires for each other eventually ended up with us making love quietly in my parent's spare room. (I swear, we were acting just like teenagers), but in those moments of desire for my wife, I dreamt and talked with her about being naked with her again.

A month ago, I woke up late after having one of those lustful dreams about my wife. The alarm had failed to go off, we were going to be late for work, so there was no chance to deal with my pulsing man hood. We dressed in a flash, grabbed something to eat and dashed out the door. My youngest was in the car with us. I drop my wife off at her place of work, and then I charged across town to drop my daughter at her school. With the desires and dreams and conversations I had been having with and about my wife and our sexual life, and now having the car to myself, the desire to be naked again got the better of me. Pulling the car to the side in the morning traffic, I removed my trousers and undies. I didn't want to remove my top as it was winter, and that might raise suspicions, but I did roll my top up to just below the window line of the car. With my pants around my ankles (for fear of being seen, although secretly I want to be seen) and with my stomach exposed, I pulled back into the traffic and drove to work along the busy route. It gave me a thrill to be naked and for me to know that someone could look into the car window if they were close enough and see the naked me. This was the start of something that I now do almost without thinking now.

I have done this every morning from then on. In fact, when I dress in the mornings, I often don't wear any undies. More and more I am choosing belt less trousers without zips and sports shorts to facilitate easy access. Being so used to doing this, the other day when it was just my youngest and i in the car, I nearly removed my shorts.

As I did this more and more, I became more and more confident, driving slowly past taller vehicles and pedestrians. Deliberately going out of my way to go past the university or other such places where there would be a lot of pedestrians.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to be a pervert or a creep and flash young students and girls; it's just the thrill of knowing I am naked and someone could see me. its especially exciting when I see a female walking by the side of the road and know that she might see me.

One morning I happened to be off work and the winter sun was shining down warmly. Our dogs needed a good walk and I decided to take them to one of our local beaches. So after dropping my youngest at school, I came home to an empty house. My wife and oldest daughter both at work. I quickly changed out of my long trousers into my running shorts, under which was nothing but my jewels. Then I loaded the dogs into the car and took the trip with my pants off, on the seat next to me and drove to the beach. I did put my shorts on when I got to the beach as we do not have a nudist beach in the area and I had a bit of a walk to get from the parking area to the beach itself.

The beach I had arrived at is about 5 km long and moves away from the hotels and built up residential area to an area of bush far from any residence. Apart from walking a few km through the bush to get to the far end, the most popular and generally only way people got to the far end was by walking on the beach. I had arrived at a spot about 2km from the beginning of the beach, but still had a good 3 km to go to get to the far end. I walked along the beach checking out who was on it. I could just make out that there seemed to be a group of fishermen at the far end, and about 500m behind me was a lady who I assumed began her walk on the beach by the residential area. No one around who could see me. Still too nervous to throw everything off, I popped my manhood out of my pants and just walked normally with him flapping around. This in itself gave me a bit of confidence, so when I noticed that the lady behind me had turned back, I walked a little further and went more towards the bushed before finally plucking up the courage to remove all my clothes. This was the first time ever that I was publicly naked and outside.

I was very nervous, and kept checking on the fisherman at the far end of the beach and for anyone new who might come on to the beach. I wanted to document this event, so placed my phone on a sand structure I had made and took a few stills and a short video. I put my clothing in a pile on the beach and with great trepidation I wandered about 50 m from my clothing. Was I nervous at this point was a total understatement. I had nothing to cover me if anyone popped out the bushes. How exciting it was. I slowly felt more confident as I strutted around a short way from my clothes for probably about 10 minutes. Throwing the ball for the dogs, and enjoying the warmth of the sunlight on my privates.

My dogs just enjoyed the freedom of the beach, running sniffing, playing with each other. Finally I turned to go back to the car and saw that there was another person far away, walking towards me. I charged for my clothes and jumped into them, but left my jewels hanging out. I walked towards this person. Soon I realized it was the same lady that I had seen earlier, probably walking up and down the beach. She walked closer to the bush side of the beach away from the water while I was walking on the edge of the water, a distance of at least 50 m. I didn't pack anything away; I just kept walking as I passed her by. I did glance over to her at one point, but she was not looking at me.

As I turned towards the exit of the beach, I did cover up as I approached the car as there were other people milling about. When I got to the car again, I ripped my shorts off and drove back home with no pants on. As I stopped in the drive way outside my home, I took my shirt off as well. Sitting in the car butt naked, I checked the surrounds that no one was around, that no one was in the park next door to my house, and that none of my neighbours were about. I grabbed my house keys, got the dogs out the car and then went to unlock the front door all while being completely naked. I love being naked outside. I had just got inside having locked up when I realized that all my clothes, my wallet and my phone were still in the car. So purveying the surrounds briefly again, I slipped out the front door to my car, grabbed all my stuff and went back inside. I spent the rest of the morning sitting in my back yard enjoying the warmth of the winter sun.

How exciting this day had been. It was exhilarating being out and about naked. Just enjoying the winter sun in my middle aged birthday suit. I wanted to do this again. The trouble was, I was seldom alone long enough to do this, and it was also winter, so not only would it need to be a warm day, but a warm day when I was alone and off work.

But that day would come in the not to distant future...