Lost my clothes
A few weeks back when it was warmer I wore only thin shorts and old sandals. I had my car keys hooked under the car.
I went out fairly early knowing that this river side trail would get busy by noon.
I walked three miles, about five kilometers.
I found a small pool of somewhat slower moving water along side the fast moving river. I got naked and sat in the cold water.
I pushed my shorts and sandals into the current. They were gone in a flash.
The ground was harder to walk on barefoot than I thought it would be.
I was absolutely naked not even shoes.
The first two hikers I encountered were both female, both mid thirties.
They weren’t afraid of me as we approached each other but very concerned for my well being. The three of us stood there talking about my predicament. I told them I slipped and knocked my clothes into the raging river. They both were smiling the whole time. They loved telling me about all the people back down the trail and the people in the parking area.
I told them I didn’t want to offend anyone or get arrested and one said,
“Your story is believable, the park rangers or the police won’t arrest you. Don’t worry you will be fine”
I continued my walk of shame and looked back. They both still stood there smiling and waving watching me walk away. I heard one say, “Nice” that made me feel an erection trying to start up.
I’m 5’11” 160 pounds, slim, in good shape with a flat stomach and not a single hair anywhere on my body. No tattoos, nothing. Clean shaven and short hair. I’d like to think they liked what they saw.
My next encounter was a family. I covered my bits with both hands as I stood there explaining what happened.
I was offered and took a towel from the dad.
As they got out of site I buried the towel under some rocks.
The next encounter was two older couples. They smiled and waved as we walked past each other.
As I reached the parking area I had people all around me. Another mom stoped me and asked what happened. By the time I finished my story I had fifteen people around me listening.
Several took pictures of me.
I thanked my audience for not freaking out and was worried about crossing the long parking lot. A senior couple gave me a ride in their jeep to my car.
It was so much fun, not a soul had a bad reaction.
I went out fairly early knowing that this river side trail would get busy by noon.
I walked three miles, about five kilometers.
I found a small pool of somewhat slower moving water along side the fast moving river. I got naked and sat in the cold water.
I pushed my shorts and sandals into the current. They were gone in a flash.
The ground was harder to walk on barefoot than I thought it would be.
I was absolutely naked not even shoes.
The first two hikers I encountered were both female, both mid thirties.
They weren’t afraid of me as we approached each other but very concerned for my well being. The three of us stood there talking about my predicament. I told them I slipped and knocked my clothes into the raging river. They both were smiling the whole time. They loved telling me about all the people back down the trail and the people in the parking area.
I told them I didn’t want to offend anyone or get arrested and one said,
“Your story is believable, the park rangers or the police won’t arrest you. Don’t worry you will be fine”
I continued my walk of shame and looked back. They both still stood there smiling and waving watching me walk away. I heard one say, “Nice” that made me feel an erection trying to start up.
I’m 5’11” 160 pounds, slim, in good shape with a flat stomach and not a single hair anywhere on my body. No tattoos, nothing. Clean shaven and short hair. I’d like to think they liked what they saw.
My next encounter was a family. I covered my bits with both hands as I stood there explaining what happened.
I was offered and took a towel from the dad.
As they got out of site I buried the towel under some rocks.
The next encounter was two older couples. They smiled and waved as we walked past each other.
As I reached the parking area I had people all around me. Another mom stoped me and asked what happened. By the time I finished my story I had fifteen people around me listening.
Several took pictures of me.
I thanked my audience for not freaking out and was worried about crossing the long parking lot. A senior couple gave me a ride in their jeep to my car.
It was so much fun, not a soul had a bad reaction.
