I knew immediately that I liked it and wanted it to happen again.
I became more brazen and bold in my nude explorations, no longer totally petrified about being seen. Of course there’s a big difference between being seen by some anonymous trucker and being caught by a family friend or someone who recognized me .My mind told me that any strangers catching me naked would be incredibly thrilling. After receiving another call from my mom telling that there was no possibility of getting construction worker for another week my activities of getting out naked increased in frequency and duration. I began to take more and more bold actions of them with each successive outing.
The road that ran by the house made a left turn about fifty yards or so to the north where it crossed the creek , becoming a quiet country road that was rarely used other than by the farmers who lived on it. I knew I could probably walk indefinitely on it without much chance of being caught and with plenty of places to hide if a car came by. The road also ran past the large untended field and became a dirt road that led to the house in ruins I could see from the backyard. I decided to visit those ruins the next night.
I started a little earlier than usual and as I began walking down that dark country road I was a jumble of nerves. Tonight I’d be going farther away from home – and without any access to clothing – than ever before and with each step my sense of excitement and accomplishment grew. This was so cool! I only wished I could be doing it in the middle of the day.
After reaching the end of the field I spotted the dirt road and made a right turn. Unlike the paved road I’d been on; this road was rough and had small rocks on it. I stepped gingerly along the road until I reached some bushes on the border of the front lawn. What now? I decided I was going to walk up and touch the front door of ruins. First, though, I turned to look at my project house across the field. Just as I figured, it was impossible to see much of anything in that yard from here. I felt a small twinge of disappointment that there were no people living here and no one spying on my nude escapades.
I stepped out from the bushes and crept slowly across the lawn toward the front door in ruins. I was nearing the house when suddenly the huge and powerful flood light snapped on! I stood there for a minute like a deer caught in headlights, unable to move, expecting someone to appear any second! I stood frozen like this until it dawned on me that the light had been turned on by a motion detector. I quickly walked up and touched the door, then turned and hightailed back out to my hiding place in the bushes. After a couple of minutes the flood light snapped back off and I saw no signs of any one around.
I let out a small laugh and shook my head. Erica, you’ve gone bat shit crazy, girl. You are so going to get caught one of these nights.
From then on I continued my nude walks down the country road, getting progressively farther from the house each time. But this road proved to be a little too quiet and after a couple of uneventful nights I began hungering for more adventure. At the end of my strolls I would walk down and sit next to the creek hoping for another truck to roll by, but no such luck. Cars would occasionally pass but I didn’t dare show myself to them out of fear that they might just pull along and stop.