My name is Joeβexhibitionist. I want to tell you all about an experience I had during the highpoint of my naked-in-public career, shortly before my arrest, that was exciting and strange.
By strange, I mean that it confused me somewhat, because while I am not gay, it did involve another man.
I think that in retrospect, it was the situation that had me so sexually high, not the fact that another man was involved. While I'm sure the experience would have been much more of a rush had the other participant been a womanβthe simple fact is that I, being completely naked in a public place during broad daylight, while being watched by another person, regardless of gender, had me so hot and turned on that I lost all control.
Anyway, this incident is part of a bigger story that I mentioned in a previous post. It was the summer that I drove naked across the country, only donning my shorts when I stopped for gas.
It was about ten in the morning on what was to be a very hot day, in more ways than one. Returning from Nevada, I had entered into Colorado the previous night and stayed at a cheap motel just outside of Grand Junction. The motel sat right on the street in a smallish town and I had toyed with the idea of venturing out nude at night, but in the end I was too tired from driving and chose to sleep instead. In the morning, the idea just wouldn't leave me alone however, and I had to try it.
At about seven a.m. I peeked out the door and saw that the street was still relatively quiet. So, slipping on my shorts and shoes, I gathered my stuff from the room and took it to my car, which was parked about fifty feet from the door. After making sure that all of my stuff was clear of the room, I closed and locked the car door and went back to the room to gather my courage and see if I could really go through with it.
Once inside, I had a moment to reevaluate this crazy idea. Judging by the sounds outside, the streets were growing busier. If I was going to do it, it had better be soon. Peering out of the door again, I saw a few cars stopped at the intersection in front of the motel. Looking to my left across the street, I could see that the parking lot of the small strip mall was still pretty empty.
Drawing a deep breath, I dropped my shorts; leaving me naked, save for my shoes. Balling my shorts up in one hand, I stepped out and closed the door in one motion. The room key remained inside. There I was, naked, exposed to the street, with fifty feet of open space to get to my locked car.
I forced myself not to freak out and run, instead, walking slower than normal on purpose to my car. Suddenly, the streets seemed much busier than when I'd first decided to do this. Cars passed by, not twenty feet from me. Reaching my vehicle with my shorts in one hand and my keys in the other, I fumbled to unlock the door, but dropped the keys because I was shaking too much.
Every second was precious now because it was another second that I had be totally nude and risk being caught. Finally, after bending over to retrieve the keys, I managed to unlock the door and get in.
I didn't know how many people might have seen me and I didn't want to hang around to find out. So after starting the engine, I put it in gear and got the hell out of there.
Back on the freeway, after an hour or so, I was relaxed again, reliving the experience in my mind, and once again, the obsession was knocking.
I had stopped to put my shorts on in the car, before getting on the freeway because I was kinda freaked out and didn't want to suddenly be pulled over in the nude.
Driving on, I saw the rest stop sign and decided to check it out.
The rest stop was really a long, curved, stretch of road, nestled between the based of a mountain one the right, and a river on the left, which ran through a ravine about ten feet below the road. While the road was pretty secluded from the freeway by trees and brush, there were open spots where a person could be seen from it.