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31/07/2007
Fantasy seeker's post got me recalling a number of times when I have put myself out there, so to speak. The one I'm remembering best right now happened on a Sunday evening (about 9:00, give or take) after a rain had passed through the area. I was dropping some paperwork off at an office building where I work on the weekends and where I have often gone naked on Saturdays in the afternoon when there is less of a chance of someone else showing up at the office. Feeling the mood, I drove over to a local park that is bordered on one side by some frat houses, on the other by the college campus, on the third by one of the city's major arteries, and on the fourth by a pond.
I parked my car over on the frat house side and walked the length of the park (soemwhere between a quarter and a half mile) and left my car keys in the trunk of a tree about a hundred feet off of the major artery. I encountered nobody, but became aware as I hid my keys that there were some homeless folk camping out in a gazebo about 50 feet from the tree. The park is unlit except fro what filters in from the street lights, meaning that the closer to the pond you are, the more in darkness you can stay. I walked back to my car, got in, and thought long and hard about whether to actually follow through. It's harder to follow through, I think, when you're on your own. Nobody really would know if I did this or not, unless of course I got caught. It's easy to talk sense into yourself when you have no encouragement except for your own thoughts. However, I failed to talk sense into myself.
While I was pondering, a pick-up truck parked immediately behind me strated up and drove away. I never knew anyone was there and shuddered at the thought that I might have trapped myself immediately upon leaving the car. That still didn't prevent me from going on. Don't know why not.
Well, I finally stripped down, checked the area as well as I could, took some comfort in knowing that, if I couldn't see somebody a car away, I would be hard to see once I got away from the street lights, got out of the car, gulped, and shut the door. The feeling of exhilirated terror that overtook me the second the door shut and it was too late to change my mind was something I had never felt before. I got to the shadows as quickly as possible and struck off toward the tree. It's was amazing how exposed I felt (well, was actually) and I had to remind myself that those cars on the street between the park and the college weren't looking in my direction and couldn't see me as well as I could see them anyway. I stuck to the path nearest the pond and darted from shadow to shadow all the way. I, of course, took particular care near the gazebo.
The trip back was in some ways more exhilarating that the trip over. The fear of getting caught actually increased as I got closer to completing the mission. The trip from the last shadowed part of the park to the car took some screwing up of my courage. However, it had to be made and staying put simply increased the risk of being seen by a passer-by. I finally darted over to the car, fired it up, drove back to the building where I worked in the nude, and got dressed there after one more quick dash into the back door.
Boy, just typing this up was a rush all unto itself. I'd be interested in feedback as I have other adventures to relate, a couple of which deal with the risk of getting caught turning into the actuality.
I parked my car over on the frat house side and walked the length of the park (soemwhere between a quarter and a half mile) and left my car keys in the trunk of a tree about a hundred feet off of the major artery. I encountered nobody, but became aware as I hid my keys that there were some homeless folk camping out in a gazebo about 50 feet from the tree. The park is unlit except fro what filters in from the street lights, meaning that the closer to the pond you are, the more in darkness you can stay. I walked back to my car, got in, and thought long and hard about whether to actually follow through. It's harder to follow through, I think, when you're on your own. Nobody really would know if I did this or not, unless of course I got caught. It's easy to talk sense into yourself when you have no encouragement except for your own thoughts. However, I failed to talk sense into myself.
While I was pondering, a pick-up truck parked immediately behind me strated up and drove away. I never knew anyone was there and shuddered at the thought that I might have trapped myself immediately upon leaving the car. That still didn't prevent me from going on. Don't know why not.
Well, I finally stripped down, checked the area as well as I could, took some comfort in knowing that, if I couldn't see somebody a car away, I would be hard to see once I got away from the street lights, got out of the car, gulped, and shut the door. The feeling of exhilirated terror that overtook me the second the door shut and it was too late to change my mind was something I had never felt before. I got to the shadows as quickly as possible and struck off toward the tree. It's was amazing how exposed I felt (well, was actually) and I had to remind myself that those cars on the street between the park and the college weren't looking in my direction and couldn't see me as well as I could see them anyway. I stuck to the path nearest the pond and darted from shadow to shadow all the way. I, of course, took particular care near the gazebo.
The trip back was in some ways more exhilarating that the trip over. The fear of getting caught actually increased as I got closer to completing the mission. The trip from the last shadowed part of the park to the car took some screwing up of my courage. However, it had to be made and staying put simply increased the risk of being seen by a passer-by. I finally darted over to the car, fired it up, drove back to the building where I worked in the nude, and got dressed there after one more quick dash into the back door.
Boy, just typing this up was a rush all unto itself. I'd be interested in feedback as I have other adventures to relate, a couple of which deal with the risk of getting caught turning into the actuality.
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risktaker1030