I once got myself into a similar predicament when I was naked in the house and my parents came home early from a night out. I ended up taking the spare keys, letting myself out of the kitchen into the garden, into the front garden through the side gate then back in through the front door and back upstairs to my room.
Your comment reminded me of something that I completely forgot about. Given the nature of the story, you might wonder how I could have ever forgotten it, but I did until just now.
When I was in Middle School and High School, sometimes I would get horny and go into the woods near the house. The woods were probably only about a tenth of a mile from the house, but there were other houses between our house and the woods.
I would go into the woods, take off all my clothes, and run around. Then I’d get dressed and go home. In retrospect, that wasn’t very smart. In all the times I went into those woods I never saw another person, but I would see evidence that other people had been there. It was rare, but it was always a possibility that someone could have been there and seen me.
So one time it’s November in the Northeast, and I’m horny, so I go to the woods and take off all my clothes, and I want to be sure no one else finds my clothes, so I hide them well in the woods. Too well, because then I couldn’t find them again! I looked and looked, retraced my steps and retraced my steps and couldn’t find them. It was getting dark, I was cold, I was late for dinner, and I finally had to admit that I’d have to run home naked. So I did. I had to run past other peoples’ houses and in the front door of our house. Fortunately, probably because it was cold and dark, no one saw me. The problem then was trying to hide it from my parents. I would have liked to have gone to my bedroom, put on another set of clothes and sat down for dinner, but the hall to the bedrooms is a straight shot from the kitchen table where my parents were sitting. If I’d tried to go to my bedroom, I would have been seen for sure. So I ran across the hall into the main bathroom and got in the shower to warm up. They must have seen me or at least wondered because my mother came in to ask me what was going on. I had to confess that I took off my clothes outside and couldn’t find them. The next day I took my mother to where I took off my clothes and we were able to find them, so they were recovered. But how freaking embarrassing to have to tell my parents I got naked outside and couldn’t find my clothes!
I forgot all about that until now, but maybe that’s one reason I like this site.
That’s a brilliant memory and I think you’re right, the postings on here so often trigger memories of things we’ve done/ have happened to us. It adds an extra layer of enjoyment to just looking at naked women.
Can’t speak for Leeb29, but once when my Dad told me that a neighbour had spotted me naked through the large window of the extension at the back of our house, I told him I was performing a good luck ritual prior to an important soccer match.
I once got myself into a similar predicament when I was naked in the house and my parents came home early from a night out. I ended up taking the spare keys, letting myself out of the kitchen into the garden, into the front garden through the side gate then back in through the front door and back upstairs to my room.
Your comment reminded me of something that I completely forgot about. Given the nature of the story, you might wonder how I could have ever forgotten it, but I did until just now.
When I was in Middle School and High School, sometimes I would get horny and go into the woods near the house. The woods were probably only about a tenth of a mile from the house, but there were other houses between our house and the woods.
I would go into the woods, take off all my clothes, and run around. Then I’d get dressed and go home. In retrospect, that wasn’t very smart. In all the times I went into those woods I never saw another person, but I would see evidence that other people had been there. It was rare, but it was always a possibility that someone could have been there and seen me.
So one time it’s November in the Northeast, and I’m horny, so I go to the woods and take off all my clothes, and I want to be sure no one else finds my clothes, so I hide them well in the woods. Too well, because then I couldn’t find them again! I looked and looked, retraced my steps and retraced my steps and couldn’t find them. It was getting dark, I was cold, I was late for dinner, and I finally had to admit that I’d have to run home naked. So I did. I had to run past other peoples’ houses and in the front door of our house. Fortunately, probably because it was cold and dark, no one saw me. The problem then was trying to hide it from my parents. I would have liked to have gone to my bedroom, put on another set of clothes and sat down for dinner, but the hall to the bedrooms is a straight shot from the kitchen table where my parents were sitting. If I’d tried to go to my bedroom, I would have been seen for sure. So I ran across the hall into the main bathroom and got in the shower to warm up. They must have seen me or at least wondered because my mother came in to ask me what was going on. I had to confess that I took off my clothes outside and couldn’t find them. The next day I took my mother to where I took off my clothes and we were able to find them, so they were recovered. But how freaking embarrassing to have to tell my parents I got naked outside and couldn’t find my clothes!
I forgot all about that until now, but maybe that’s one reason I like this site.
That’s a brilliant memory and I think you’re right, the postings on here so often trigger memories of things we’ve done/ have happened to us. It adds an extra layer of enjoyment to just looking at naked women.
How did the parents react when they found out how you were spending your spare time?
Can’t speak for Leeb29, but once when my Dad told me that a neighbour had spotted me naked through the large window of the extension at the back of our house, I told him I was performing a good luck ritual prior to an important soccer match.
“Honey, who are you talking to in there?”