Yes, you read that title right. Yesterday, I spent the longest ever period of my life - nude. It extended from mid afternoon until almost bedtime. Here is why, and what happened.
About a month or so ago, I was discussing nudity with some people on here, and it was suggested to me that, if I talk about it, I would understand it better if I gave it a try. I would see how it feels etc. I promised I would, when the opportunity arose.
Well, this week, the opportunity has arisen. My wife and youngest daughter are in England for a week or so and I have the house to myself, apart from our two dogs. I spent yesterday morning working on a doctoral paper, turned on my sauna and then had some lunch, followed by half-an-hour's sleep. When I woke up, my sauna had warmed up nicely, so I undressed completely and used it - nude. Then I had a shower - nude, naturally, and I made my way into the kitchen and had a glass of chilled juice - nude. I went into my garden room and read a novel my eldest daughter bought me for a while, then made myself a pizza and fries, and then sat in the living room and alternately watched TV and read the news on the Internet. I did not put on any clothes until just before bedtime, when I took my dogs for a late walk around 11.15pm.
How did I find it? Firstly, it was nowhere near as difficult, or as bad, as i had imagined it would be. My house is large and not overlooked from any other property or from the street outside, and that applies to almost my entire garden, so I wasn't going to be seen by anyone. I became accustomed to my state of undress far more quickly than I would have expected and even seemed to forget about it at some points. I was never far from a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt just in case anyone called around, but they didn't. At one point I nearly had a heart attack, though, as my dogs suddenly started barking, but I quickly realised that they had heard a team of cyclists were passing my house the other side of my high hedge. I also forgot about my state of undress while cooking my supper and stood too close to the oven while removing the pizza - ouch! I wasn't seriously burned, though.
Overall, it was a mixed experience. It was certainly nowhere near as unpleasant as I had thought it would be, and I relaxed surprisingly quickly. I can't honestly say i felt an overwhelming sense of freedom, and I was constantly mindful of keeping shorts nearby in case of unexpected visitors, and making sure that I sat on a towel even on my own sofa and computer chair. I was also a bit conscious of my own body in a strange way. As I walked into my bathroom and seeing myself in the mirror, I found myself thinking "I must lose some weight" and later on, while watching TV, I found myself examining bits of myself, wondering, for example, when that mole I hadn't seen before appeared, and realising how much dry skin I had on my legs.
There was an advantage I had not foreseen and that was due to the fact that I do suffer quite badly with bloating, especially after a meal, which I think is possibly a touch of IBS. In my state of undress, I did not have to worry about loosening my belt - my abdomen certainly felt free to expand or contract as it wished. That was nice, I will admit. Having said that, I must also say that I was quite happy when it was time to slip on a pair of jeans and a top to take the dogs out for their late night stroll, and then into a pair of cotton pyjama trousers for bed.
Would I do it again? Hmm...I'm not sure one way or the other. If I get a bloated stomach and I am on my own at home and if is also warm enough, then I possibly would. Would I do it in the presence of others? Absolutely no way!