I don’t know if it was the chill of the cold water or the situation I was in but a shudder rippled through my body. The moon above bathed my bare skin in an incandescent light and I felt more vulnerable and exposed than I ever had before. Almost involuntarily my left hand began caressing my right nipple as my right hand moved down my stomach and then into the moistness between my legs.
I closed my eyes and imagined that the moon was a single spotlight illuminating my nude body for an appreciative audience. I pictured myself as a fashion model on a stage, baring everything to hundreds of eyes in the darkness. I wanted to shock and awe them; to be seen and desired by them. I wanted to be at the very center of small corner of my universe.
Seconds later I came so hard I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. And just seconds after that I heard the unmistakable rumble of a large truck in the distance.
I guess my orgasm had temporarily drained my fear and restraint and in the afterglow I felt no need to run or hide. Instead, I stood up and walked along the edges of the small creek to the other side and then up the embankment to the guardrail at the top. I crouched behind it and watched the headlights coming toward me in the distance.
Even though the town seemed very boring, one thing it did feature was a fairly busy road that ran right along it. This road served as one of the primary conduits for travelers and trucks. That’s why the park next to house usually had trailers and RV’s parking overnight during the summer; it served as a convenient waypoint for travelers. The traffic usually died down to almost nothing at night but the occasional truck would pass on the road, even in the early morning hours.
The front yard of the house wasn’t easily visible from a speeding vehicle on the road which is why I hadn’t been overly concerned about it while making my nude strolls, but now I found myself hidden behind the guardrail as a large truck rumbled toward me. It had slowed down while passing through town but now it started picking up speed as it closed in on my hiding spot. Without even thinking I stood up, stepped over the rail and began waving at the truck! Any doubts about whether I’d been seen or not were answered by a thunderous blast from the truck horn which pierced the still night and jolted me back to reality. What the hell was I doing? I was worried for a minute that the truck might pull over and stop but it kept right on rolling out of town. Even worse I was afraid that the horn might draw the attention of anyone who might be around. Without giving any thought to stealth or caution now I stepped back over the guard rail, ran down the embankment, splashed across the creek, and then sprinted on the road and then through the yard to the back of the house and the safety of my tent. As I lay breathlessly on my sleeping bag my mind was running a million miles an hour. A stranger had seen me naked! It was quite risky though! What if truck would have halted and those strangers would have come searching me? May be I wanted to be caught naked!!