I am a big fan of the outdoors. I like being “at one” with nature. Given the allusions to nudism in my chosen pen-name, I like to spend time outdoors, naked. Sadly, living in Scotland, the weather doesn’t often lend itself to that very often, but when it does, I do try to make the most of the situation.
It’s not just about sex. As I alluded to in my recent TMI Tuesday post, there can be some extra excitement involved in having sex outdoors, the thrill of possibly being caught in the act can, and does, add a certain something sometimes. I won’t deny, there is something particularly nice about lying in the warmth of the summer sun, in post-coital languor, but that is just an occasional added bonus.
The vast majority of my outdoor nudity has not involved sex, nor has it been sexual in any way.
For me, like the majority of those who practice naturism, being naked is not about sex, it is not about getting thrills, it is about enjoying the “natural” state of being undressed. Whether it be lying on a beach, soaking up the sun, or sitting in the garden, or just enjoying some remote, out of the way spot in the countryside, it is about the feeling of freedom.
Personally, what draws me to “nudist” beaches is the fact that, even allowing for the fact that the sand can, and does get everywhere, I just find it so much more comfortable. No material clinging stickily to bits of you, not having to endure wet swimwear drying on you after you’ve been for a swim, just makes the experience (for me at least) that much more relaxed and comfortable.
Having said that, I am a country boy and I enjoy being outside and “in nature” in pretty much any circumstances; even with all my clothes on.