Being Raised a Nudist Made Me an Outdoor Fein

I was raised as a nudist from an early age and in that time I had gotten really comfortable with nudity but there was always a part of me that wanted to take it further and further. Being nude at home was great and all but I wanted… more. So one night in the summer (after 2 weeks of planning) I waited until everyone was asleep around 2:30am and went out to my backyard which faced a dense forest. I had been naked outside in my backyard all the time but something about stepping into the unknown made the rush alive. I was already naked so didn’t have to worry about that but I brought along a towel with me (don’t know why I didn’t bring shorts guess the nudist in me thought a towel was superior plus it still covers my bits) I began walking toward the tree line and into the forest which connected to a trail up a head. I spent the next hour walking the trail. Some of the trail was visible to a popular road so about every 90 seconds I had to hide behind a tree. But after doing that for a solid 10 minutes I decided to just say fuck it and just let their high beams reveal me which apparently didn’t seem to stop anyone which I guess was a plus (I had no game plan if I got caught especially in such a vulnerable state). That night sent a fire storm in my brain and during those subsequent summers I’d go out almost every night and now have so many stories to tell.