Now I'm not into BDSM, as yet, but I am a keen naturist and a bit of an exhibitionist when it's safe and legal. When holidaying in the Canaries or Balearics I'm often on the nudist beaches (and hotel pools where appropriate) baring all. It often pays because if you're confident with your own nudity as fellow nudists are also more confident, and you'll often find they're less bothered by your proximity. Many times I've found myself playing in the surf, or relaxing on a beach sunbed tantalisingly close to a nude, tanned young girl who could see my nonchalance and therefore be less inhibited.
Anyhow, back in the UK,I do occasionally practice naturism, mainly in my garden but now and again in public. Reasonably easy as I live in a rural village, and about half a mile from my front door is the countryside. On my usual three mile walk is a long bridal-way where walkers and horse riders are usual, but fairly infrequent. This summer in August we had an unusually long hot spell, and I found myself walking in just gym shorts and trainers. Enjoying the afternoon sun on my back one day, I got a bit giddy and slipped off my shorts along a stretch of path where I could see for a while. The feeling was exhilarating and a bit daring, as I could have come across a local person who knew me. However I was sure to put my shorts back on if I suspected someone, or a bend in the road meant I couldn't see far.
This happened a few times on various walks, I always took few risks. Even though it's not illegal to walk in the nude so long as you don't cause offence, it can easily be embarrassing. A couple of people I met must have suspected that I was up to mischief,as I sometimes had to dart into undergrowth or behind a tree if I hadn't paid attention soon enough. But the feeling of freedom and the warmth of the sun on my butt, and my cock swinging in the breeze was enough to make me want to continue taking the risk.
Somehow I knew one day I'd push it too far, my exhibitionism was getting the better of me and once when a couple approached I didn't dive for cover. They were a young couple I didn't recognise, so I waited until they got close enough to realise my predicament before I just slipped my shorts on and sauntered past. Luckily they kind of saw the funny side, I'm not generously endowed so wasn't really seeming to be offensive. They laughed between themselves and didn't make a scene, but afterwards I realised they could easily have easily used a mobile phone to video me. Note to self - assess risk taking.
Ok, so I got a bit more sensible and took fewer risks, but the risk always seemed worth it. The feeling of being naked in public was a rush, and not knowing if someone was around the corner to suddenly see me.I started wearing sunglasses to help me keep a little anonymity, as the thought of mobile phone cameras and appearing on social media was a little unnerving. But the next sunny Sunday afternoon I was out for my walk and the place was deserted. I peered around, looked up the track and took the risk again. My shorts came off, I revelled in the warmth of the afternoon sun at my back and my cock was enjoying its swinging in the fresh air. My freshly shaved balls-yes another fetish- a delightful feeling if you've never tried- enjoying being unfettered. Bliss!
So this day came that in my over confidence, and nudity of course, a horse and rider approached from behind. Ah, now this was just slack, while observing ahead I'd let my rear guard down. I heard the horse snicker before I'd heard any hooves and jolted around to see a lady upon a big brown horse rounding the bend about ten yards back. Shit, and other expletives! I continued on, and just clutched my shorts to cover my crotch and retain some decency.
"Hey fellah, little adventurous aren't we?" she called.
Now should I slip my shorts on and feign ignorance, or just carry on with privates covered, surely she'll clip clop past, a bit embarrassed and carry on. I strode on still holding my shorts and called back,
"It's a nice day for it though. "I walked a little taller, to convey some confidence in my actions. I didn't recognise her as I didn't know many of the horsey set and suddenly she was alongside, looking down at me from the big animal. She was a portly lady, but fit looking in that equestrian way, big thighs etc, and in full outfit, hat, breeches, #boots and crop. She had an amused look on her quite severe face, and placed one hand on her knee so she kind of leaned over me, "Show then."
I halted and looked up ensuring I kept my cock hidden,it seemed to be showing an interest in the predicament for some reason. "Sorry?" I said.
"You're obviously one of those exhibitionist types, "she stated, reigning the animal to a stop, "Go ahead. let's see what you've got to exhibit." Good grief WTF, I thought and walked on hoping the situation would diffuse if I ignored her, it didn't.
"Hayley," she called," look what we have here!" Sure enough another rider was approaching and sidled up on my right, but this was someone I did know, Hayley was a local ex mounted police officer. Crap!
"Hello Paul." Yep-recognised, sunglasses and all, and she was one of my local Face book friends.
"Hi Hayley, how are ya?" I offered nonchalantly.
