I saw the above photo today and, with its very retro feel, it reminded me of an experience I had years ago, although not as far back as this picture. Mine was in the early 2000s, not the ’70s. Nevertheless, I thought I might share.
At the time, my family and I were living in New England. We were renting a beautiful house on a large plot of land, more or less in the country. The house was very open with lots of windows and beautiful views. Although we had neighbors, they were fairly far away. To you all, my fellow nudies, you can connect the dots — this was a very naturist friendly home.
On this day, it was absolutely beautiful. Warm, sunny, clear, with a gentle breeze….perfect. We didn’t have air conditioning but on a day like this you didn’t need it. With the windows and doors open there was plenty if airflow through the house.
I had some work to do and was the only one home. As was typical on a day at home, particularly one alone, I was nude. It felt wonderful, relaxing, and enjoyable. The openness of the house made it feel like being outside, even though I was inside doing some reading.
I got up to get a drink and paused for a moment, looking out the windows at the back of the property, down towards the inlet behind the house. Could it be any more beautiful and perfect than this? I walked on to the fridge and opened it up to see what we had. The fridge light further illuminated my nude body as I took a moment glancing down. I loved being nude, particularly when I could be so open about it. What a great day.
Just then there was a knock at the screen door. “Someone’s here” I thought. “No one comes by our house”.
My eyes darted in that direction since it was only about 10 feet away. There stood our neighbor. She was holding a box and looking right at me. I quickly debated about whether or not she could see me and the fact that I was nude. Was the sunlight on the screen blocking her view? She was a nice older woman, a widow who was in the process of moving. I stood frozen for a moment or two longer, slowly closing the fridge door to decrease the backlighting of my nude form.
She glanced away slightly and called out, “hello there, it’s xxxx from next door”.
“Just a moment” I called out. When I did she looked right at me again. I was convinced she could see me.
I had a choice. Back up and run to put something on or just go answer the door. The former was the obvious choice. I could quickly thrown on shorts and a t-shirt and be right back. It was the considerate and polite thing to do. After all, I didn’t want to shock her. She was a nice lady.
So I started to back up and called out, “just a moment, I’ll be right there”.
I made my way back though the kitchen to our room, quickly put on some clothes and returned to the door where we had a conversation about some items she was going to throw away in preparation for her move. Not a word was said about my nudity.
All this was very reminiscent of the time my sister nearly walked in on me nude at home. Now, just as then, I had a choice of how to handle it. Both times, I chose to take the safe route.
But I’ve often wondered two things. First, did she see me? She didn’t mention it at all. After she left I went out to where she was standing and looked in, just as she had been. I could easily see details within the kitchen. It was just a matter of whether or not she was actually focusing in, or just gazing in the general direction. I’ll never know.
Secondly, what would have happened if I had just walked to the door nude, or had called out that I was naked and did she mind, or something along those lines. The LAST thing I wanted to do was be disrespectful to my neighbor or shock her in any way. Shocking someone with your nudity is never a good idea. But for whatever reason, and I really have no data to back this up, I suspect she would have been fine with it. Just a gut feeling I suppose.
I’m not part of the “it’s my house got over it” club. I don’t answer the door nude. I don’t impose my nudity in my guests. That’s just not me. I like to think I’m a very considerate person and the comfort of my guests is important to me. But…..if they truly are comfortable with my nudity, then why not? How will you know unless you ask?
I’ve felt very rewarded the times I’ve broached the subject. But admittedly, I’ve been highly selective on when and with who. But I’ve never regretted bringing it up. And if the answer is ever, “please don’t” or “I’d rather you not” that’s fine too. I wouldn’t ask unless I was ok with both answers. But the key is, you cant always run and hide. After a while, it just gets old. You have to be you.
So the big lesson for me was, once again, be aware when naturist opportunities present themselves and be receptive to them. That doesn’t mean, take every one. But likewise, don’t shun them off as if they’re impossible. Consider all factors but be open. You’d be surprised how many times something wonderful can spring out of nowhere.