This is my entry in the
Literotica Nude Day Story Contest
.
This story features father/daughter love. If this isn't your thing, you should probably move on.
Here's a fun fact: the beginning of this story is true. However, all characters other than the narrator are fictional, as are all sexual activities. All characters are over the age of eighteen.
Much thanks to my editor, neuroparenthetical. The best parts are due to his guidance and editing skills.
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I honestly do not know where the idea came from; it was completely unmotivated, with no logical precursor. I picture the tiny cartoon devil sitting on my shoulder, whispering naughty things in my ear. Wherever it came from, it was clear as a bell -- a thought entering my mind one afternoon, fully formed as a concrete plan.
If I waited until two o'clock in the morning, I could walk down my driveway stark naked.
My first thought after that was
Holy shit, that would be awesome!
followed by
Where the hell did THAT idea come from?
I never did figure out how I'd come up with it, but I liked it. I thought about it a lot.
The idea struck me one summer day in 2010. At that time, doorbell cameras were still years away, and although some people had security cameras, they were rather rare for families living in a typical housing development. If the thought were to occur to me now, I'd dismiss it as just another flight of fancy -- far too many ways I could be seen, too many houses with hidden cameras. At that time, however, it seemed like an exciting idea worth investigating. It was something very erotic that I could actually do, not just fantasize about.
I have never been to a nude beach or resort, even though the idea is one of my sexual fantasies. One of my favorite search terms on porn sites is 'nude in public.' The idea of exposing myself has always turned me on, so I was more than a little receptive to the idea of walking outside naked, even if it was only on dark nights. That's what had me standing out in the driveway that very same day, analyzing the entire situation.
Okay, so, no streetlights on our street, no obvious reason to dismiss the idea out of hand.
I'm sure some of the neighbors thought I was a bit off.
Ours was just another development house in a small suburban town. The street we lived on wasn't truly a cul-de-sac by strict definition, but it was close. It was a simple half-mile loop that ended up where it started. The only traffic was from people who lived on the street. We lived right in the middle of a long, straight stretch, so I knew I would be able to see car headlights from quite a distance away. Our driveway wasn't long -- just long enough to hold three cars end-to-end if they were parked very tightly.
A few logistical issues nagged at me, including moonlight. When the moon is full, it can light things up significantly. As much as the idea of getting caught excited me, I didn't want to end up sitting in the back of a police car. I wanted to make sure I would be hidden under the cover of darkness. Once back inside, I checked the moonrise and moonset times on my computer, and found that the sky would be moonless at two o'clock. I could do my nude walk that very night. I resolved to do it.
That night I went to bed at the usual time: ten o'clock. I knew I couldn't set my alarm, since I didn't want to risk waking my daughter, Simone. I was hoping I'd simply wake up at some point close to 2:00 and carry out my mission. I was so excited at the thought of being outside naked that it took me a while to get to sleep, but eventually I drifted off.
This sounds incredible, but I swear it's true: I woke up with a start at 1:57 AM. I was fully awake immediately and looked at the clock. My heart started beating so hard it worried me. I've never felt my heart pound like that -- not ever. I could hear it in my ears and feel it in my chest. Every pore of my body was tingling at the thought of what I was about to do.
I snuck quietly out of my bedroom and headed for the back door. I sleep in my underwear, so when I stepped outside into the cool night air, all I had on was my briefs. I stood on the back porch in the darkness, my heart pounding, my cock hard. I pulled my underwear off and stood naked on my back porch, my dick standing tall.
The backyard has trees on two sides, and on moonless nights it's very dark back there. Our neighbor to the south has a driveway floodlight which illuminates our side yard. The north side lawn is usually quite dark, although not as pitch black as the backyard. I ventured out into the darkness, feeling the dew-covered grass between my toes. I walked to the gate on the north side, opened it, and stepped through. Going through that gate felt so dangerous and exciting.
I looked both ways up and down the street. I didn't see anyone. I remember the rush of being naked and out in the open, even though no one was around. I approached the driveway, my hard dick swaying in front of me. Then I walked the down the driveway to the street. It's difficult to put into words how excited I was. I was truly nude in public, just like the performers in my favorite porn videos. Even though I knew there was almost zero chance that I was being seen, the thrill of being caught naked had heightened my senses.
For the first time in my life, I felt a cool breeze on my ass, balls and penis. I strolled up and down the driveway several times, not wanting my exhibition to end. After a few minutes I returned to the backyard, where I put my underwear back on. I reentered the house, snuck back to bed, and quietly masturbated to an intense orgasm.
From that day on, I had a new hobby. Whenever the sky was dark and the weather was good, I was outside, naked. One night I decided that instead of jerking my dick in bed, I should get myself off on the front lawn. I stood by my front door and started stroking myself. I spread my legs and pumped my cock, looking around to see if any cars were coming.
I bent my knees and started pivoting my hips, giving my fist a good fucking. I used two hands on my shaft, rubbing my cock head on each thrust. The feeling was incredible -- not just my hands on my dick, but the fact that I was masturbating in a public place. Maybe no one was watching, or maybe somebody was, but in either case I was indeed abusing my cock where people could potentially see me.
I gripped my mushroom head between my thumb and my finger and twirled it. My other hand cupped my balls, caressing and fondling them. I rubbed my cock head, then started sliding my hand from tip to base, fucking every inch of my rod. As I felt my orgasm approaching, I moaned quietly, feeling that familiar tingling in my balls. I stroked harder and faster, my hand furiously masturbating my cock. I said out loud, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," knowing that if anyone was nearby, they would hear me. I came hard, shooting my sperm out onto the porch. After I was spent, I collapsed on the lawn, my cum-covered fist still holding my softening penis.
I tend to want things organized, and my nude excursions were no exception. I knew that moonlight could present a problem, so I started tracking moon phases. To further mitigate against being caught, I made a rule to never be out be any earlier than 1:00 AM, nor later than 3:00. I started out just going a few houses down the street and back. I ventured a little further each time until, one night about two weeks later, I'd made it halfway around the loop, at which point it was just as far to go all the way around. There were no street lights along the way, but there were some yard lights, and there was enough ambient light that I was never in pitch darkness. I could see well enough to know that I could probably be seen if someone were to be looking.
I'd estimated that I was walking nude nearly three weeks out of each month. I did that for months. I had a couple close calls when cars drove down the street. The first time, I was at the far end of the street and spotted a car coming around the corner. The second time I was on the wrong side of the street and would have had to cross right in the car's headlights to get home. Both times, I wouldn't have been able to get home in time, so I ran across the nearest yard and hid in the neighbor's shrubs until the car had passed.
One of my outings nearly ended in disaster. I had started fantasizing about one of my neighbors stepping outside just as I was passing by. I'd kind of hoped Mrs. Miller would come out on her porch and see my dick. She was in her mid 30's, and had recently divorced. I didn't know a lot about her, but I knew three things: she had a pool, she wore bikinis, and she was sexy as hell. Just thinking about her turned me on.
Just as I was passing the Miller house one night, the porch light came on. It scared the bejesus out of me and I took off running. I was five houses away before hazarding a look back. I didn't see anyone outside, just a light illuminating their porch.
The realization hit me shortly thereafter that the light was probably Susan Miller herself. Since the divorce, she was living there with her two kids, but no Mr. Miller. If she had caught me nude, I would have cum right there on the sidewalk. She would have been shocked that I was at her house with my dick on display, and I would have greeted her with a sperm fountain.
I considered, ever so briefly, going back.
It should be obvious when I say I wasn't going to tell my daughter about my new hobby. I had been a single dad for most of her life, and although we had a great relationship, it was strictly father and daughter, with no sexual overtones. She had never even seen me in my underwear, let alone naked. At that time she was in her freshman year at the state university, and because it was close by, she lived at home.
One night, I quietly let myself back inside after my latest nude stroll. I had my briefs on, but I hadn't masturbated yet, so my cock was fully erect. I was as quiet as I could be, but nevertheless, the kitchen light flicked on.
Note that I was wearing briefs. If I had been wearing boxers, I would have been seriously tenting them -- an obvious indication of an erection. An erection while wearing briefs, however, is a different beast altogether. Briefs are usually snug, hence the nickname "tighty whiteys." Even when the dick inside of them is limp, briefs can sometimes betray the precise shape and size of everything. You can see the shaft and mushroom head in fairly graphic detail. When hard, the cock can't stick out straight, so there really isn't tenting, just bulging. For me, it goes up and to the left towards the waistband, making a long, cock-shaped bulge, though sometimes the prisoner peeks its big red knob over the top. That's how I was when the lights came on.
"Dad, what the hell...?"
Simone was up, and she had caught me. Her mouth hung open and she stared at my bulge, with the tip of my cock nearly sticking out of my waistband. "What are you doing? Why are you hard?" I covered my crotch with my hands, and she tossed a dish towel at me. "My god, Dad. Here, cover yourself!"
I was blushing furiously. "Sorry, Simone, I thought you were sleeping. I didn't mean to flash you."
"I
was
sleeping, but I came out to get a snack. I didn't expect to see you here like
that.
