I the 1980's I lived in a suburban neighborhood. Once or twice a year, we would get liquored up enough that I could talk who I was with into a walk around the neighborhood. Usually a full moon in the dead of night. It was an adventurous excitement for me. All senses alert, ready to bolt, anticipating, thinking ahead to know where I could hide, listening to distant traffic. There was the risk factor driving it. I liked taking risks more back then. It was like smuggling myself, or a commando infiltration.
I held the vision of being arrested as a sex offender at those times. It heightened the sense of risk.
We got pinned down in a alley, when traffic from closing bars happened one night.
My wife and I lost rack of time once and ended up walking in daylight on a Sunday morning to get back home.
The idea of doing things "crazy" was appealing. I was with a three others, two female and one male. The one female wanted to be seen. It made us nervous concerned that she might cause and arrest. When She started doing cartwheels down the main road, the other two went back to the house. The longer that we were out, the more relaxed we became. There were a couple of cars that passed, one an extra time. I realized that there is nothing disturbing, it is even appealing to people, to have a gorgeous nude blonde walking down the sidewalks of a neighborhood on an evening stroll.
More recently, well, about 15 years ago, my then girlfriend was exploring herself, having lived in a restrictive lifestyle forever. I painted black exercise shorts/tights, on her with a paint sports bra. She delighted in walking in suburban neighborhoods, places where she's not supposed to nude. She dropped letters in a box at a mall as people stood a couple of hundred feet away seeing her, she passed right by people rather closely, but in dim night light walking. If a car came by to brighten things up, we would hug, hiding her direct view with my body. They would only see her from the side. A police car even passed by slowly as we acted like we were ignoring them. So many of those tights look painted on.
Under full moon light, DF and I took walks through the desert neighborhood in Tortolita. We even stopped by and visited with a pair of friends. They were surprised to see us nude at their door, but thought it fun. Warm evenings, clear lighted vision, the quiet, the sky, the wonderful senses when nude is an incredible experience.
Jbee