I Have Been Streaking
This is a story from my streaking youth. Im not sure I could get away with it these days. My parents and brother had gone on holiday to Spain for two weeks and I had been left behind as I was in the middle of exams and had loads of revision to do. I didn't mind too much as it meant I could have the house to myself and spend that time in the nude. It helped me relax and revise better. My neighbours were left in charge if me which meant checking on me occasionally and making sure I was eating ok. Anyway for the first week I was in my element, naked most of the day, sunbathing when I could, and streaking every night. As it was only me in the house there was no need to be quiet when I went out and I locked the door behind me and hid the key. In the week it was quiet at night but on Friday's and Saturdays there were more people and vehicles around so I could get seen by more people. All was going well and on the Saturday night I had got up at about 1am and had been out for over an hour. It had been quiet a successful night so far as I had been seen so many times by people in taxis and in buses, most intoxicated from a good night out. I was on a high but was heading back home when a taxi I had just flashed pulled over and stopped just in front of me and a group of revellers got out. They then started to run towards me so I turned and started to let it. I turned the next corner and ran down the alleyway to get away with a couple of women hot on my heals running bare feet waving there stilettos in the air. When I got to the end where it joined another road I was enough in front to give me time to hide. It was an urban street, houses with small gardens and vehicles on both sides of the road. However my choices were limited so I jumped into the back of an open back van and covered myself with and old sheet. I could hear but not see the women, then the noise became quieter but before I could get out of the van the voices started getting loader again and they were not alone and I could hear radios, police radios. So I stayed hidden, very still, my heart was pounding, it sounded so loud. The officers were so close but it soon went quiet again so I dared myself to take a look. One of the officers was walking away from me so I thought I could use this to escape but when I looked towards the alleyway I saw another officer guarding the entrance, so I decided to hold tight for a while. Eventually, and by now it was about 2:30am, everyone had gone so I went to get out of the van. But as I getting out, someone started to leave one of the house so I quickly hid again thinking I was never going to leave. But just as I thought it could not get worse than being naked under a sheet, someone got in the van, started it up and drive away, with me still in the back. Now I was in deep shit. Every time the van slowed or stopped, and one stop was to pick up his colleague, I tried to get out but it didn't stay still long enough for me to safely get out. Now if he was just going a few miles down the road I could have coped with that but when I took a look to see where I was I saw that we were now just getting on the motorway. So I was now very worried, what had started out as a fun nights streaking had turned into a nightmare. I could end up anywhere absolutely stark naked. My only hope was that they would either not go very far or would stop at a service station. So I waited,being bounced around in a very uncomfortable cold open backed van. What seemed like forever but was only about 30 minutes the van started to slow and when I looked I was relieved that it was a service station. Both men got out and as it was still dark I was now able to climb out. It was, even at this time of the morning, about 3:30am, quite busy but I was able to use the darkness to creep over towards some trees and open fields. I nearly made it but was seen when I was nearly knocked down by a 4x4 pulling a caravan. I carried on running entering the undergrowth, ran through the small coppice of trees and out into the open fields. I eventually stopped running to get my breath back and had a quick look around but there was nobody around. I now started my long walk home following the side of the motorway with just the road lights and the moon to illuminate my way. It wasn't to cold and I was soon enjoying the freedom of walking naked. There was miles of open fields around so I was unlikely to bump into anyone any time soon. If I was about 40 miles away it was going to take most of the day to get back, at least 15 hours worth, but even taking me that long meant I would get to the edge of my built up town at about 6pm which meant it would still be daylight and there was no way I could walk through the town in broad daylight naked, it would be hard enough at night. So I could take my time a bit and anyway I may have a few issue to over come along the way if I wanted to get home without being arrested. I had been going for about an hour when my predicament became more obvious as being summer the sun was all ready rising and I was now visible to everyone. The only positive at the moment was that it looked like it was going to be a warm day so it looked like I actually might enjoy this after all. By about 7am I had reached my first real signs of civilisation, where the motorway had a few connections. I know had to cross a couple of roads before getting to the relative safety of the fields opposite. So there I was standing completely naked at the side of the road, just out of sight, waiting for a lull in the traffic. As soon as I thought it was safe I made a run for it. Unfortunately I only got half way before I had to stop and wait in the middle of the grassy reservation before a gap appeared enabling me to cross. I was seen by so many people I started to feel embarrassed. As soon as I could I ran across the road, down the embankment and into the open field opposite. I carried on running until I was out of site and out of breath and slowed to a walk. The next few fields had corn and wheat in them so I cut across to use them as cover from the sun as well as people as I could feel my bare skin burning and some parts were not used to being exposed to the sun. The field was quite dense but towards the middle I found a small clearing so I decided to take a breather as I was in no hurry. I lay down and closed my eyes for a few minutes but unfortunately I fell asleep. I had been asleep a while when I was disturbed by the sound of voices. I got up listened and they were getting closer and it was then I realised I was very warm, I was going to suffer later. My whole front was turning red. I quickly moved away from the opening away from the voices and stopped just out of site. I turned to see a couple of young kids, a boy and a girl enter the opening. I decided to stop a while and see what they were up to, so I sat down and waited. Once they were both in the open I could see the young girl had a small summer dress on, pale with yellow flowers. The lad had shorts and a t-shirt on. The girl then lifted her dress up over her head and layed it on the ground so she now stood in just a small pair of white pants. Her tits were just budding so I was guessing at about eleven years old. The boy the took off his shirt and shorts and put these on the floor so they now acted as a blanket and stood there in his y-fronts. The girl and boy then lay on the ground and started to kiss and cuddle. They then started to get a little more adventurous and their hands started to roam over each other's bodies. At the point they started to play with each other I decided they would be far to engrossed in each other to notice me so I slowly started to creep away, I was starting to feel a little uncomfortable just watching.
My next stop was a few houses which were by a canal. There were some people around so I hid and found my way to the canal. It was still early but people still walked dogs as I found out as a woman walk past. I walked towards a small bridge which crossed the canal And continued my journey. My only point of direction was the motorway so kept close as I knew if I kept following it, that was if I was going the right way, I would eventually get home. I walked for miles, occasionally climbing the embankment to read the gantry signs to check were I was.
I walked for miles, dodging dog walkers, people on bikes and farm workers, so I didn't get myself noticed too much, although at this point a free trip home in a police car was starting to be appealing. By now my feet were killing me and I was starting to feel like I was suffering from heat stroke, I needed a drink and I was feeling quite hungry. Also by now I had stated not to really notice I was still actually naked. As I was still miles from home and the sun was at its hottest I still had to make my way via as much of a shaded rout as possible. I was looking for somewhere to get a drink and some thing to eat but soon found both. By the field I was in were a few little cottages and the gardens backed on the the open fields. No one seemed to be around and I noticed that at least one had an outside water tap. At this point I didn't care if I got caught but after watching the houses for a few minutes chose one that did not look occupied and snuck in and got myself some water. It tasted so nice and I took the opportunity to cool myself down by pouring some over me. It was very cold but so nice on a day like today. I then left this house and across to the next field which had fruit trees. These were pears not quite ripe but still edible, I might have stomach ache later though.
I took this time to rest before continuing with my epic journey but the closer I got the more built up it became and the were less fields to hide in. Because at this point they had built houses and factories right up to the raised motorways it meant my only "safe" option was to walk along the actual road above these buildings but this meant being seen, so I ran these sections to reduce my exposure. After a while and a lot of walking I started to recognise the area, I was close. However the motorway only went part of the way so it would mean the last part would have to be through a built up area. Being summer the days were longer so it would not be dark until at least 10 o'clock which didn't help as that was about 4 hours away. So my plan was to use the canals and parks around the area to get as close to home as possible, bypassing the built up shopping centre that would be impossible to get through successfully, then hide out for a few hours but because it was such a nice day there was still a lot of people around so it would make it a lot mor difficult. Hey if it was too easy it wouldn't be as much fun although at this moment I didn't think it was fun. As this was the early 80's cctv was not everywhere and phones with cameras were years away so at least I didn't have that worry. Eventually after a lot of hiding in bushes I managed to get to an allotment and found an empty shed which I hid out in until it got dark and as I was tired I needed no excuse to get a little shuteye. I slept longer than I planned so it was past midnight when I woke up. This was perfect as it would hopefully be a lot quieter with less people and I could use the darkness as cover. First though I had to climb a wire fence as I didn't know they locked up the allotments. Once out I headed across an industrial estate, dodging a security guard that had reported me last time I streaked in this area, past my local shops, up the hill, being seen by cars, lights flashing and horns. At this point I really didn't care any more, stopped for a rest at the church, waving to people on the buses as they went past, then went around the corner on the final few steps home. When I eventually got there, it was now around 1am and I had been out for 24 hours. I was tired, sore from he sun and scratches from the bushes and my feet were red raw. Once in the first thing I did was have a long shower followed by food and then bed. The next day was time to reflect, the neighbours had a go as they did not know where I was and if I was staying with friends I should have said, but overall after the pains had gone I realised I actually enjoyed it but would not be in a rush to do it again in hurry. Strange thing was that the neighbours, who had responsibility for me asked that I stay in there house for the remainder of the holiday, but as I was soon to find out this was a good thing as they were all naturists, the parents and the daughters and once I found out we all remained naked for the rest of the holiday, but that's another story.
My next stop was a few houses which were by a canal. There were some people around so I hid and found my way to the canal. It was still early but people still walked dogs as I found out as a woman walk past. I walked towards a small bridge which crossed the canal And continued my journey. My only point of direction was the motorway so kept close as I knew if I kept following it, that was if I was going the right way, I would eventually get home. I walked for miles, occasionally climbing the embankment to read the gantry signs to check were I was.
I walked for miles, dodging dog walkers, people on bikes and farm workers, so I didn't get myself noticed too much, although at this point a free trip home in a police car was starting to be appealing. By now my feet were killing me and I was starting to feel like I was suffering from heat stroke, I needed a drink and I was feeling quite hungry. Also by now I had stated not to really notice I was still actually naked. As I was still miles from home and the sun was at its hottest I still had to make my way via as much of a shaded rout as possible. I was looking for somewhere to get a drink and some thing to eat but soon found both. By the field I was in were a few little cottages and the gardens backed on the the open fields. No one seemed to be around and I noticed that at least one had an outside water tap. At this point I didn't care if I got caught but after watching the houses for a few minutes chose one that did not look occupied and snuck in and got myself some water. It tasted so nice and I took the opportunity to cool myself down by pouring some over me. It was very cold but so nice on a day like today. I then left this house and across to the next field which had fruit trees. These were pears not quite ripe but still edible, I might have stomach ache later though.
I took this time to rest before continuing with my epic journey but the closer I got the more built up it became and the were less fields to hide in. Because at this point they had built houses and factories right up to the raised motorways it meant my only "safe" option was to walk along the actual road above these buildings but this meant being seen, so I ran these sections to reduce my exposure. After a while and a lot of walking I started to recognise the area, I was close. However the motorway only went part of the way so it would mean the last part would have to be through a built up area. Being summer the days were longer so it would not be dark until at least 10 o'clock which didn't help as that was about 4 hours away. So my plan was to use the canals and parks around the area to get as close to home as possible, bypassing the built up shopping centre that would be impossible to get through successfully, then hide out for a few hours but because it was such a nice day there was still a lot of people around so it would make it a lot mor difficult. Hey if it was too easy it wouldn't be as much fun although at this moment I didn't think it was fun. As this was the early 80's cctv was not everywhere and phones with cameras were years away so at least I didn't have that worry. Eventually after a lot of hiding in bushes I managed to get to an allotment and found an empty shed which I hid out in until it got dark and as I was tired I needed no excuse to get a little shuteye. I slept longer than I planned so it was past midnight when I woke up. This was perfect as it would hopefully be a lot quieter with less people and I could use the darkness as cover. First though I had to climb a wire fence as I didn't know they locked up the allotments. Once out I headed across an industrial estate, dodging a security guard that had reported me last time I streaked in this area, past my local shops, up the hill, being seen by cars, lights flashing and horns. At this point I really didn't care any more, stopped for a rest at the church, waving to people on the buses as they went past, then went around the corner on the final few steps home. When I eventually got there, it was now around 1am and I had been out for 24 hours. I was tired, sore from he sun and scratches from the bushes and my feet were red raw. Once in the first thing I did was have a long shower followed by food and then bed. The next day was time to reflect, the neighbours had a go as they did not know where I was and if I was staying with friends I should have said, but overall after the pains had gone I realised I actually enjoyed it but would not be in a rush to do it again in hurry. Strange thing was that the neighbours, who had responsibility for me asked that I stay in there house for the remainder of the holiday, but as I was soon to find out this was a good thing as they were all naturists, the parents and the daughters and once I found out we all remained naked for the rest of the holiday, but that's another story.
46-50, M
