Love to be Naked

I suppose that probably makes me an exhibitionist.

Well, I take that back. I’m definitely an exhibitionist. If it were more socially acceptable, I would love to work as a stripper once in a while. Even with the stories about how shitty strippers can be treated even at the nicer clubs, it still has always sounded appealing. If I didn’t need to maintain anonymity due to working a professional job, I would love to at least post naked pictures of myself online again.

Oh well. One of the trade-offs, I suppose. I just wish that I could pose naked in public like this without consequence.

It’s a thrill for me to even picture doing what she’s doing.

Before I get too far into the post, if you want to check out my first work where voyeurism/exhibitionism plays a central role, Hidden Obsession: Watching Her Every Move is now available on Amazon.

Previews and all links can be found here: All My Works.

But still, my husband is off from work today and decided to bring the kids out of town to the grandparents. So, naturally, with the temps hovering around 90 degrees and our yard being semi-private, I just came in from a round of nude sunbathing. Sure, I was in plain sight of the neighbors during the daylight, but positioning myself behind one side of the deck and using the kids’ trampoline to block another side, I kept myself mostly secluded. Not entirely, but mostly.

I’ve just always enjoyed being naked. When I was growing up, I used to go outside in the nude when my parents were gone, just because I could and because I liked how the outside air felt on my skin. If there were a nude beach in the area, you can believe that I would be right there next to this woman every chance I had.

My husband is less of an exhibitionist than I am, but he agreed with me – he would love to be next to this woman at the nude beach every chance he got.

I didn’t want people to see me at first. At least, I don’t think that I did. I just enjoyed how it felt to be outside in the nude. The cool air of the late evening after the sun had gone down and the hot midday sun both felt equally nice. It was a small town and we were fairly secluded then, too, but it still wasn’t without risk. That little bit of risk made it that much more exciting.

One day during the summer, I was at the house by myself and I had already spent some time outside naked. I usually didn’t last very long because the fear of getting caught always chased me back inside or my clothes back on, and this day had been no different. After going through the highs of stripping down outdoors enough times, I gave up on the nudity and elected to tan in my backyard instead.

I don’t know how long I had been tanning when I figured out I was being watched. My next door neighboor was the same age as me and he had two friends over. Even being in a small town and even being next door to him, I really didn’t know him very well. I didn’t actively dislike him or anything, but we were never going to be great friends and I was indifferent to him, at best.

Still, knowing they were peeping on me was exciting. Up until then, I had never considered intentionally exposing myself to anyone when I went outside naked. I’ve never wanted to actually be naked for anyone that didn’t want to see me naked. But in my mind, no one had ever wanted to see me naked, so every time I went out by myself, I always had how to avoid being detected/caught at the forefront of my mind.

This is when it shifted for me. It went from simply enjoying how it feels to be naked to being turned on by others seeing me.

I don’t know what I would have done had they walked around the row of bushes separating my yard from his. I never really thought through it. I just untied my top and set it next to me, laying on my stomach and working up the courage to be more daring.

Once my heartbeat slowed down, I knew that I hadn’t shown them anything. It was just my bare back, which I didn’t feel was all that exciting. So, I pushed myself up and turned my chest towards the bushes, where I could hear them moving around a little bit and see their figures through the leaves. I pretended that I was brushing my stomach off, just a pretense to show them my boobs.

I stayed like that for a while and propped myself up on my side and kept my eyes closed. I didn’t want them to know that I knew they were watching, and I was pretty confident that I could keep my peeping more secret than they kept theirs.

Again, once my heartbeat slowed down, I was ready to go a little bit further. I could still see them crouched together and watching me, so I laid back down on my stomach and reached for my bikini bottoms. I ran my fingers around the waistband several times, pulling them down just a little bit with each pass. I could hear them laughing a little bit and quickly pulled the bottoms the rest of the way down and off. I stayed on my stomach, leaving my bare ass facing up and into the sun and in plain sight of those three.

I eventually changed positions again, going up to my knees and facing away from the peeping bushes. I laid back down on my back, stretching my arms above my head and keeping my eyes firmly closed, yet still knowing they were able to see all of me.

When I was done, I made sure they got all of the views they were hoping for. I sat up and got onto my knees, facing towards the bushes and still completely naked. I reached up and took the hair tie out, shaking out my hair to unnecessarily and slowly redo my ponytail. When that was done, I turned around so my back was to the bushes and bent over, collecting my lotion, towel, and bikini while on my hands and knees. I slipped my top back on before standing and sliding my bottoms back on. I casually walked back to my house, not looking back or acknowledging the guys in any way.

I had that memory in my head when I was writing Hooky ( The main character there is able to reconnect with the exhibitionist part of her at one point, putting aside the feelings of societal restriction to take what she wants. Just in case you’re interested.

It didn’t really occur to me until I was already back in my house that guys talk, so I couldn’t really expect this to remain a private show. Shockingly, though, I never had anyone ask me about it and none of the guys directly said anything to me later, either. Their comments to me were definitely sexually charged after that and I can’t say that was the only time any of them saw me naked.

Anyway, swinging has been a great way for me to play around with my exhibitionist side and it’s been more on my mind lately because there has been no swinging due to Covid and none on the horizon yet. I’m just looking back on some fond memories and itching to make new ones. With this hot weather and less of a sexual outlet, I just keep looking outside and thinking about rekindling my exhibitionism how I used to do it.

Happy Monday, everyone.

I wish I could be her. How she manages to walk with figurative balls that big is beyond me.

Also, please be sure to check out my works that involve other brave women:

Or if that isn’t quite your style, please check out my femdom work:

Strictly Business: Tormenting Tom. Previews and additional links can be found here: All My Works

By aliciastillsauthor

I am a romance and erotica writer and have been publishing my works since May 2020. I'm married with children and work a full-time job, but fill my free time with writing and exploring fantasies with my husband.

Of particular interest to me are genres involving female empowerment, swinging, wife sharing, hotwife and slutwife relationships, MFM threesomes and other group sex, and polyamory. After growing up in an environment that treated all sex as being taboo and immoral, being able to write about and explore various scenarios where one woman is involved with multiple men at once has helped her continue her own journey of self-discovery.

Most of my stories are purely of my own imagination, although many have some degree of inspiration from my own experiences.

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