Cold Again :(

Unfortunately I had to drive back home on Sunday afternoon to go to work yesterday. It always feels so liberating when I get to go nude outdoors for the first time each year, especially when I get to do it in an environment that allows me to stay that way for 24 hours or more.

Saturday was a beautiful day at the cabin--the weather was sunny and temperatures were in the low 80's most of the day. Sunday wasn't quite as nice--it rained a bit and temperatures stayed in the low 70's--but it wasn't enough for me to put my clothes back on, at least not until it was time to go back out in public again. Luckily I did most of my outdoor chores on Saturday, soaking up the sun, and held off on the indoor spring cleaning for Sunday.

When I heard that the temperature on Monday was going to exceed records, it was time to dig out the sundresses. I opted to wear a maroon halter dress to work yesterday and I was happy I did, since we still don't have the A/C on at work and temps reached 93 yesterday afternoon. Unlike with some of my sundresses, a halter or strapless bra won't show with this one, but that didn't stop me from going braless (or pantiless) anyway.

Anyone who knows me knows that my summer dress code generally consists of nothing more than a sundress and honestly I was kind of hoping that I could put away the rest of my clothes for the next few moths after yesterday. Unfortunately today is rainy and cold again. Today it was back to leggings and a (mostly) butt-covering, long-sleeved shirt today. Of course it all came off as soon as I got home tonight.

One side note from yesterday. I live near a college campus and drive through it to get home from work. Last night I met friends at a restaurant near the campus for dinner. Since I had some time, I decided to walk around the campus for a while before I met my friends. I love people watching, so that's what I did. One thing that I noticed was that several of the women I saw wearing strappy tops and dresses appeared to be braless. Could this be a forthcoming trend for this summer or is it just a reaction to the sudden weather? Whatever it may be, the natural look is definitely better than the visible bra strap look, so lets hope it catches on.

Springtime Naked Goodness

When I woke up this morning the temperature was only 32. That prompted me to wear khakis, a long sleeve heavy cotton fitted blouse, and even a bra and panties to work today. (For those who don't follow this blog, understand that my wardrobe typically consists of simple sundresses when its warm and tunics and leggings when its cold and that I rarely ever wear undergarmets, no matter what time of year.) While it did look good, I'm not really sure what prompted me to do it.

When I went out to lunch the temperature had climbed to an astonishing 84 degrees! Needless to say, for a chick who's used to being half naked all winter long, my choice of heavier than usual clothing made for an uncomfortable afternoon--especially since the AC at work hasn't been turned on yet.

Looking ahead and seeing that the warm weather was her to stay for the weekend, and having no set plans, I decided that today would be a perfect time to head up to my cabin again. While my cabin is a year-round house, I typically don't spend a lot of time there in the winter--no more than a couple of ski trips each year--so going there for the first time in spring is sort of like a rebirth or whatever. As soon as I could break away from work I headed home and quickly changed into a white cami top and a pair of gray Soffe shorts (losing the bra and underwear while I was at it, of course). Then I threw my toothbrush in my purse, slipped on some flip-flops, and hit the road. Unlike usual, I didn't even bring a change of clothes for the drive home, figuring that I wouldn't keep what I was wearing on long enough for it to get dirty anyway.

Looking in the mirror before I left, I was impressed with what I saw. The cami came to about an inch above my belly button, letting my abs show the world that I didn't slack on my workouts over the winter. Unlike many of my cami tops, this one didn't include a shelf bra, so between my natural (but minimal) sagging and pokey nipples, I was announcing for all to see that these girls are not just big, but real, too. The shorts, rolled down to my hips, with their minimal inseam really made my long, lean legs stand out and the light colors of both my top and shorts contrasted nicely with my (fake-and-bake, unfortunately) tan.

I don't know if it was the warm weather, the thoughts of being naked all weekend, or my self-admiration, but as I hit the road I started feeing a little horny. I quickly found that the loose fitting shorts gave me easy access to my "special place," and I began slowly rubbing my clit as I drove. When I reached the highway and turned on cruise control I even wiggled out of my shorts alltogether! I drive an SUV, so I figured that only the truckers would be able to see. (I hope they enjoyed the view.) The thrill of what I was doing increased my level of arousal and I had to work hard to keep myself focused on the road.

When I got off the highway I stopped at the last supermarket before the cabin. I slipped my shorts back on in the truck and headed inside, worried that my juices might soak through the shorts. Luckily they didn't. As I expected, though, I got lots of looks as I gathered the food I'd need for the next couple days in my skimpy but classy outfit.

After checking out and returning to my car, I removed my shorts again for the last leg of my trip (about 45 minutes). Since this section of the trip involves mostly driving on curvy, narrow mountain roads, my pussy didn't see much more action, but my hormones were still going strong. As I left the last town before the cabin, I stopped and removed my top so that I was driving completely naked (I usually get naked at the top of my street, since my cabin and one other are the only things on my road, but today I drove for about three miles in the buff). The wind, from my open windows, blowing across my exposed nipples didn't help calm the fire between my legs and I couldn't help but squeeze and tug at them as I drove.

Upon arriving at the cabin, I found myself to be extremely wet. I started playing with myself again as I entered the kitchen, eventually collapsing to the kitchen floor to have an explosive, squirting orgasm followed by an unexpected nap in the middle of the kitchen. When I awoke, I cooked myself some dinner and sat down on the back deck to watch the sun set while I ate. It was beautiful. Later, a thunderstorm rolled in, so I had to go out in the yard and play naked in the rain--literally one of my favorite things to do. As the storm got closer, I went inside and watched the storm out of the lake from the cabin's large bay window.

There is a lot of work that needs to be done tomorrow. Inside I need to dust and vacuum everything because I haven't been here in a couple of months. Outside there are many leaves and sticks on the ground that need to be cleaned up so that the grass can grow. I'll probably stay through Sunday afternoon, probably making it home just in time for dinner. The weather should be perfect for a short, naked hike (though the lake will be too cold for swimming still) and I can't wait to take an outdoor shower and let the morning sun dry me off tomorrow. That was the highlight of my day when I lived up here last summer.

I've been aimlessly surfing the web for the past few hours, but now I think it is time for bed. Sweet dreams everyone.

Wicked Weasel Idea

I was making a sales call to one of our customers, a university, yesterday and decided to grab a bite to eat at one of their cafeterias for lunch. As I was walking I saw a girl wearing a Wicked Weasel skirt! Now I love my Weasels and I frequently wear their bikinis and accessories to and around the beach every summer and I've gone clubbing in their skirts before, but I'd never have thought to wear them in the mainstream on a cold first day of spring quite like this girl did. Although I like to be original, I think I may have to steal her style.

She was a tiny little thing--probably not even five feet all, but very cute with dark red hair and deep blue eyes. She was wearing a royal blue 505 hot skirt with white opaque tights and black heels. She had a fleece jacket on, so I wasn't immediately sure it was a WW skirt until she bent over to get a tray, revealing the signature tag on the back. As I continued to watch her I was able to see what I think was a white 937 stretch t, but with her jacket on it was hard to tell--it was definitely a WW, though. I was hoping she'd sit down to eat so I could watch her some more, but unfortunately she got her food to go. Nonetheless, she was able to get me a little bit wet which was just what I needed in the middle of what was a very long day of meetings with the school's administrators.

I'm thinking I may try that look tonight, maybe with a red 505, some white capri-length footless tights I have, and maybe a white 933 cami. I don't normally like to wear anything under my WW skirts, but its still cold, so I think this would be a nice exception to my rule. What do you think?

What's hiding under that coat?

Now that its cold its been difficult to get naked as much as I'd like. Sure, I still spend most of my time at home undressed, but I can't gust get up and head to my cottage for an all-naked weekend of sun anymore. Nonetheless, I still love to dress in sexy, minimalistic clothes to turn people's heads.

I'm really glad that leggings have come back into style. I loved leggings as a kid (the last time they were in) and I've always preferred them (or spandex shorts) over other types of pants for working out. If it is too cold to go jogging in my volleyball shorts, leggings it is.

Even when leggings weren't in style, I still enjoyed wearing them in casual situations, such as when running errands on the weekends--no one ever questions the "just came from the gym look," especially when you have nice legs and a nice butt.

Now that leggings are in style again, though, I've been wearing them a lot more often. I started pairing them with sundresses this fall as soon as it started getting too cold for the dresses alone. Now that's its really cold, I've switched to tunics and sweaters. Lately I've been waring sports bras under them so that, when I get to the gym after work, I just have to pull off my top and I'm ready to work out. Then, after I shower I throw the sweaty stuff in the bag and just wear my top home.

Today was no exception. I work a grey wide-neck sweater, balck ankle-length leggings, and a spaghetti-strap sports bra. Of course its winter, so I topped it off with a black pea coat and a pair of black leather boots.

Anyone who knows me knows that I'm not afraid to walk around the locker room in the buff. I freely walk between locker and shower without a stich and that I frequently wait until after my hair and makeup is done beore I think about redressing. Today was no different. What was different, though, was the pea coat. I was heading to my boyfriends for a special dinner he was cooking tonight, so upon seeing the full-length easily-hide-the-fact-that-I have-nothing-on-under-it coat in my locker I decided to throw the sweater in my bag then I slipped on my boots, buttoned up the coat, and headed to my car.

As I was driving to my boyfriend's--by now quite turned on by my situations--my phone rang. It was my boyfriend asking to to get a couple things he needed at the grocery store. Not wanting to let him know about my little secret, I agreed to stop. Now, I'm used to shopping in nothing but a sundress which is a lot more revealing than th jacket, but something about the just wearing an outer layer was really getting me hot.

I couldn't keep my fingers away from my pussy for the rest of my drive and, upon my arrival I had already unbuttoned all of my coat. I waked up the the front door and rang the doorbell. When he answered, there I was, just about as naked as the day I was born.

Let's just say that if the neighbors were looking in the living room window they got quite a show right then!

The Meter Reader

This morning I had a very interesting experience. As I said in my last post, since my boss told us to work from home for the summer, I've been living at my camp in the mountains. The camp is so secluded that I can literally go nude for weeks at a time without worrying about anyone seeing me (well, almost anyway...).

I started my day this morning like I do most days. I woke up and the sun was shining, so I got up and immediately jumped in the lake for a nude swim. After the swim I did what I always do--I took an outside shower. A lot of houses that have beachfront property up here have an outdoor shower. They're mainly designed for rinsing off the sand when you're done on the beach so you don't track it inside. I've seen pretty elaborate ones that have walls and roofs, but mine is pretty basic...just a small concrete square with a drain, a shower head, and two knobs for adjusting the water.

So today, like always, I finished my shower and grabbed my towel and started to dry off before going inside to make breakfast. Like always I was lost in my own world, so I was a bit shocked when I turned around to see the electric meter reader coming around the corner! Since he caught me off guard I kind of subconsciously covered myself and he, as completely surprised as I was, quickly diverted his eyes and began apologizing.

That's when the exhibitionist in me kicked in. Given the way I had been standing (legs spread and bent over, drying my lower legs), I figured he already had gotten quite an eyeful. I wanted him to look at me more, so I needed to keep him around for a bit.

I began walking toward him with my towel covering my front side (but not wrapped around me), explaining how good it feels to shower outside in open nature when no one is around. It was already about 90 degrees out and I noticed the poor guy was sweating a lot, so I decided to offer him a glass of water. He accepted the offer, so I walked to my clothes line and hung up my towel and then walked right past him, completely nude. I then went inside, got two glasses of ice water, and brought them outside.

"So, are you...like...a nudist?" he asked when I came outside. "Yes," I said, "since I've been up here for the summer I've hardly ever put any clothes on. Its been great!" As we were talking I noticed a sizable "tent" in his pants. I also noticed that he wasn't wearing a ring.

"I've....kinda...thought about doing that before, but I don't know" he said. "I don't think my roommates would like it if I did, anyway!" Perfect segue, I though--"well, if you want to give it a try sometime, you could do it here. Its completely private, so there's nothing to worry about," and with that I stepped back inside to grab a pen and paper to give him my digits.

He accepted the number then said he had to get going. I really don't expect to see him again (well, maybe next moth when he returns to read the meter again), but I think I made his day nonetheless. Needless to say, work was delayed a while for me today too, as I "fantasized" about what I could do with that wonderful tent pole I noticed. I haven't cum so hard in months.

Nudists Save on Laundry

It is about time for me to do laundry. Normally that's not something that I'd blog about, but this will be the first time I've done laundry since sometime in June.

As everyone knows, gas prices have been at all time highs in the US this summer. In order to help us (and the company I work for) save money my boss decided that we would all work from home this summer. I work for a small software company that caters to schools. Summers tend to be the time we concentrate on development because we have fewer support calls while school is out (we're small, so the developers are also the help desk). Since programmers can work from anywhere that means there's no need to be at the office.

I own a large piece of property in the mountains. It was my grandparents' originally--they bought it dirt cheap from a summer camp that went out of business. My grandfather fixed up the director's cabin really nice and made a summer home out of it. When my parents got divorced, my dad bought the property from my grandparents and made it his full time home. Then, when my dad died while I was in high school, I inherited it (actually, his estate owned it on my behalf until I was out of college, but now it is mine, fair and square!).

I actually became a nudist on this property. The only other house around here is a cabin down the road. When I was little the family that owned that place had a little girl, Jenny, who was a few years older than me. We would often play together when I visited my grandparents. One day we decided to go for a walk around the lake--I think I was about 8 at the time. My mom said we could go, as long as we stayed on the beach and out of the water. We agreed and off we went.

My friend had a devilish streak and, once we entered a cove where you could no longer see the camp she suggested we take a dip. I was reluctant--I mean, we'd come back with wet bathing suits after all, and out parents would know what we did. But Jenny had it all figured out: "we just need to take off our suits and keep our hair out of the water," she said. "The sun will dry our skin quickly once we get out, then we just dress again and go on our way," and with that Jenny was naked and knee deep in water. When she was waist deep she began to taunt me--"what? you afraid of the water?"--so I gave in to peer pressure and stripped myself. I was hooked and the naked swim became something I had to do (unbeknownst to my parents) every time I visited camp in the summer.

So...back to the regularly scheduled story...

My boss told us to work from home during the summer, so I immediately though of camp. I already knew my 3G wireless card worked from there, so I'd get Internet. It is also considerably cooler in the mountains than back home, so less AC, too. I do have to make the 2 hour commute back to work for one day every couple of weeks, so I still burn a lot of gas with that, but I'm so busy that hardly go out anywhere besides that.

The camp is really secluded. It is on a long, dead end street with only one other house--Jenny's old house (though her family sold it long ago)--and even that can't be seen from the camp. There are a few other houses on the far side of the lake, but you can't really see them. I've got about 75 acres, total, with no one around to see me. Of course, the second I stepped into the camp when I first came up in June, all of my clothes came off.

I haven't had to do laundry simply because I haven't worn clothes. In the past month and I half I have had to go in to work twice. Besides that, I've had to make a couple short trips into town for groceries and stuff. Beyond that I've been in the camp.

Like I said, work is keeping me busy, so I don't have a lot of time to get out. I'm also relaxing as much as I can, which is easy to do up here. I basically start my day by waking up late (around 9:00--it is a work day, after all) and jumping in the lake. I swim to the other side (nude of course) and then either swim back or walk back along the beach. The walk is kind of thrilling because I have to pass by a road where there is little place to hide. The road isn't well travelled, though, and I've never seen a car on it while I was naked. Still, the thought of being caught gets me all tingly. :)

Once I get back home I generally make a quick breakfast--a bagel and coffee usually--then I take a quick shower in my outdoor shower, dry off, and get to work on the back porch. I generally work until about 7:00, taking a break every now and then if I get hungry or I need to stretch my legs. Once the bugs start coming out I stop working, go inside and make some dinner, eat, and then settle down in the living room to read or watch TV. I'm a night owl, so I tend to stay up for all the late-night TV, then go to bed and start it all over again the next morning.

On the weekends I usually have friends over. Depending on who comes, we either hang out on the beach all weekend or hike off and camp somewhere. Whatever we do, we never take clothes with us.

When I do go out I generally throw on a sundress or shorts and a tank. I pretty much never wear bras, even when I'm home and I hardly ever put on panties, especially during the summer. So, for a month and a half of living up here I've worn exactly three sun dresses, two spaghetti strap tanks, a pair of volleyball shorts, and a skimpy string bikini bottom (that, with one of the tanks, was for a quick run to the grocery store!)

I have to go to work tomorrow. I've already decided that I'm wearing my navy blue plunge halter sundress. It is impossible to wear a bra with it, so it gets me a lot of looks. I work for a super casual company and I'm the only chick there, so no one cares how I dress--in fact, they all kind of like it!

When I go to work tomorrow, it will be the first time I've had even the slightest bit of clothes on my body in ten days! I don't have a washer and dryer up here, so I've got quite a lot of sheets and towels piling up (but not clothes). I think I'll take it all home and wash it before I come back up on Saturday. I'm also going to do my grocery shopping while I'm home (much cheaper), so then I shouldn't have any excuse to have to get dressed again for at least another week or two.

I am a young nudist and this is my blog

I get some interesting comments when people find out I'm a nudist. "You're too young to be a nudist," "aren't all nudists old and fat?," and "why don't you like wearing clothes?" are the more common ones.

Well...I am a young professional, in my mid-20s with a college education and a good job. I am also a gym rat that's been involved in sports my whole life. I'm pretty cute (some would say hot) at about 6 feet tall, naturally blonde, with blue eyes and 36C boobs. Everything about me is natural. My ears are pierced, but that's all and I don't have any tattoos. (If you're looking for pictures, I'm sorry, but I won't be posting any. I'm a career girl with big ambitions and, while I generally don't mind when I'm nude and people look, I'm not about to let a couple of pictures taken out of context ruin my dreams.)

Like any girl my age, I love clothes. I like to look nice for a day at work and to look sexy when I'm out on the town. Though I probably spend more time nude than I do clothed, my nudity is generally confined to my apartment, a few friends homes, and when weather permits a few nude beaches and other remote outdoor locations. So clothes are necessary and, when I have to wear something I want to look good.

I decide to start this blog to share my nudist experiences with the world. Being nude, especially outdoors, is the greatest experience ever. It is impossible to describe the feeling until you have felt the sun kiss your skin in places it has never seen while a gentle breeze of a warm spring day tickles you all over. Simple nudity is not sexual at all, but it is one of the most sensual experiences you will ever have. I hope that my writings on this blog help encourage other young people to try nudity. It is great for relaxation, wonderful for your health, and just all around fun.

So, what are you waiting for? Get out of those clothes!