I have been a devoted and obsessive exhibitionist for nearly sixty years. If it were legal, I would never wear clothes. Almost daily, I put myself in a position where I might be seen naked. I thrill to the danger of being caught. It is my equivalent of sky-diving. I like to be completely naked, rather than merely flashing my cock, a technique I find quite tawdry (sorry other flashers, we all have our preferences). It makes me feel more vulnerable, more committed to the task. I believe that my openness can be less confronting to a viewer, and I try to avoid encounters where I leave the viewer no escape options.
I am tall, athletic and light-skinned. I have no tattoos and have no body hair apart from on the top of my head (I keep my pubic area thoroughly shaved). In my younger days, I was considered "pretty", rather than handsome, with blonde hair, blue eyes and totally clean-cut. In my mind, I was a mobile Roman statue, a vision to be admired, not to be threatening. Even now, after all these years, this is still my self-image, with at least a little justification.
I like to walk in the neighbourhood between three and four in the morning, fully naked, usually holding a scrunched-up running costume in my hand for emergencies. I like to collect the morning paper as the sun comes up or collect the mail as it goes down, naked. In these circumstances, my senses are on high alert, and almost always I become aware of a potential viewer before he or she sees me, so I can avoid detection. Cars do not bother me, as I usually see light from their headlights before the car itself appears.
There are also plenty of ways to be seen naked, as if by accident, and I take advantage of them quite often. If the reaction is good, then I can continue, and thereby reveal that there had been no accident at all.
This sequence of stories recalls situations where my public nudity has been spontaneous, taking advantage of a particular situation, or where "accidental" exposure has morphed spontaneously into unashamed public nudity.
In the first episode, I was quite young, around twenty or so. It was in my first year of teaching, during school holidays, and I had gone into the city to buy some tennis clothes at a newly-opened clothing outlet. Not sure of my size, I selected from the racks some brand-name shorts and shirts and was looking around for where I might try them on when a shop assistant offered to direct me to such a place. He took me to a row of four or five conjoined cubicles in the centre of the store, each protected by a full-length adjustable curtain. It was mid-morning, and the store was not busy. I noticed that the cubicles were not gender-specific. The assistant opened the curtain for me to enter, and casually closed it behind me.
I took off my shoes, leaving my socks on, took off my shirt, dropped my trousers, and hung them on a hook, leaving me in my underpants. I selected a pair of shorts to try on and stood in front of a full-length mirror. I was about to step into the shorts when I noticed that a six to nine inch gap had been left between the curtain and the wall, and through it I could see a lady waiting outside. I could see her complete profile, so realised that if this was so, she could, if she looked, see me also in complete profile. She was reasonably attractive, perhaps thirtyish, and appeared to be looking around the shop for someone else. She was not looking at me.
Quick as a flash, I saw the opportunity. She might look towards me at some stage, and she might be there for a while because she had left a shopping bag on the floor beside her. I put the shorts back on a chair and hesitated for a moment as I plucked up the courage to drop my underpants. I had my fingers at the waist ready to take them down when I saw her look. I realised that she may well have noticed that I too had seen her, but averting my eyes, I continued to take my underpants down, and step out of them. I was fully aware of the danger I was in, but I convinced myself that, since she had not left her position, she might tolerate a little exhibitionism. I certainly could not forego the opportunity.