ThanksForAllTheFish
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- Sep 22, 2020
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I find that the most exciting exhibitionist/voyeur stories are ones that are based on real life events, so what are your best tales of being naked in public?
I'll go first - when I was younger I got into the habit of hanging out naked at home when my family weren't around, just because it was exciting. I then started daring myself to go into the back garden, and when the thrill of that ran out I started standing in my front door, looking out onto the street.
I then started getting really risky, by seeing if I could make it to the other side of the road and back, still completely nude. I had one close call, where a dog walker saw me from afar and called out to ask if I was ok. I quickly ran back to my house, drew the blinds, and luckily the woman left me alone.
That should have been the warning I needed to stop, but sadly no - a few days later I went out again, this time at night, while my parents were out at a party. This was my first time going out in the dark, and that gave me the confidence to go even further than before, crossing over the road and then walking up the street, ducking behind parked cars whenever someone drove by.
It was the single most exciting thing I'd ever done, until it all went wrong. Suddenly a woman came round the corner, saw me before I could hide, and called out to ask what I was doing. I jumped over someone's front hedge and just sank down into a ball, frozen with the fear of being caught. I couldn't make myself reply, so the woman said that she was going to go to her house and get me a towel - it was only at this point that I recognised her voice, and realised that this was my neighbour from two doors down.
When she left I sprinted back to my house and shut the door, then went straight to bed, unable to fully process what had just happened. I pretended to be asleep when my parents got back, but then the next morning I was called into the kitchen - my mum had received a call from my neighbour, who had told them everything.
To this day I can't remember what excuse I told them, but we've never discussed the incident since. I never risked going out naked in public since, and every time I see that neighbour I look at my phone and pretend not to notice them.
I'll go first - when I was younger I got into the habit of hanging out naked at home when my family weren't around, just because it was exciting. I then started daring myself to go into the back garden, and when the thrill of that ran out I started standing in my front door, looking out onto the street.
I then started getting really risky, by seeing if I could make it to the other side of the road and back, still completely nude. I had one close call, where a dog walker saw me from afar and called out to ask if I was ok. I quickly ran back to my house, drew the blinds, and luckily the woman left me alone.
That should have been the warning I needed to stop, but sadly no - a few days later I went out again, this time at night, while my parents were out at a party. This was my first time going out in the dark, and that gave me the confidence to go even further than before, crossing over the road and then walking up the street, ducking behind parked cars whenever someone drove by.
It was the single most exciting thing I'd ever done, until it all went wrong. Suddenly a woman came round the corner, saw me before I could hide, and called out to ask what I was doing. I jumped over someone's front hedge and just sank down into a ball, frozen with the fear of being caught. I couldn't make myself reply, so the woman said that she was going to go to her house and get me a towel - it was only at this point that I recognised her voice, and realised that this was my neighbour from two doors down.
When she left I sprinted back to my house and shut the door, then went straight to bed, unable to fully process what had just happened. I pretended to be asleep when my parents got back, but then the next morning I was called into the kitchen - my mum had received a call from my neighbour, who had told them everything.
To this day I can't remember what excuse I told them, but we've never discussed the incident since. I never risked going out naked in public since, and every time I see that neighbour I look at my phone and pretend not to notice them.
