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Well, although I had always slept nude since my teens, I had never gone nude during the day.... then I started work in Saudi Arabia back in 1988. Of course the climate was a lot warmer than the UK (not hard most of the time...lol) and I was on single status. After a few weeks i found myself in my permanent accomodation, a trailer type on a concrete base... housework was a breeze, as an Indian guy was my 'houseboy' as he introduced himself on the first day. the fact he was into his fifties didn't change his title! The air conditioning was hit and miss, some areas were cooler than others and soon I started to live in shorts and a tee, then moved onto a sarong in the summer months.One morning I got up to make a cup of tea and didn't bother to put anything on... just couldn't be bothered after making the tea to go back to the bedroom and get dressed, so stayed like it for the remainder of the day (It was Friday, so no work and no houseboy). it progressed until most days at home I was naked. next step was to screen off part of the sun shelter outside and sit nude enjoying what breeze there was...
The compound where I lived was for single status guys; all fellow Brits with a few other nationalities thrown in. The staff were predominantly Indian, Sri Lankan and Filipino. Over the years I had houseboys from several countries and I soon got used to someone around the house for a few hours cleaning etc.
Before long I was was mobile, having bought an old car and discovered some of the beaches within a 30 minute drive of the house. beaches are either 'family', therefore mixed, or 'single' i.e. male only. They are patrolled by the police and occasionally the 'mutawah' or religious police (their full title is 'Committee for the promotion of virtue and the suppression of vice' as I remember) These are not guys to mess with, though they have no arrest powers unless a policeman is with them. Hence nudity is not common on the beach! (Or speedos either...lol). We always smiled when on the beach, as the local guys wear baggy white cotton shorts as underwear, which became swimwear - seeing them emerge from the sea and realising that white cotton is no longer modest when wet...
So I settled down to a routine of nude around the house, weekends on the beach; I guess life wasn't too bad...lol. As yet I had not found anyone I could share my love of being naked with; internet access came late in my time there and no magazines in the shops, of course! So I continued my lone nudism.
Well, although I had always slept nude since my teens, I had never gone nude during the day.... then I started work in Saudi Arabia back in 1988. Of course the climate was a lot warmer than the UK (not hard most of the time...lol) and I was on single status. After a few weeks i found myself in my permanent accomodation, a trailer type on a concrete base... housework was a breeze, as an Indian guy was my 'houseboy' as he introduced himself on the first day. the fact he was into his fifties didn't change his title! The air conditioning was hit and miss, some areas were cooler than others and soon I started to live in shorts and a tee, then moved onto a sarong in the summer months.One morning I got up to make a cup of tea and didn't bother to put anything on... just couldn't be bothered after making the tea to go back to the bedroom and get dressed, so stayed like it for the remainder of the day (It was Friday, so no work and no houseboy). it progressed until most days at home I was naked. next step was to screen off part of the sun shelter outside and sit nude enjoying what breeze there was...
The compound where I lived was for single status guys; all fellow Brits with a few other nationalities thrown in. The staff were predominantly Indian, Sri Lankan and Filipino. Over the years I had houseboys from several countries and I soon got used to someone around the house for a few hours cleaning etc.
Before long I was was mobile, having bought an old car and discovered some of the beaches within a 30 minute drive of the house. beaches are either 'family', therefore mixed, or 'single' i.e. male only. They are patrolled by the police and occasionally the 'mutawah' or religious police (their full title is 'Committee for the promotion of virtue and the suppression of vice' as I remember) These are not guys to mess with, though they have no arrest powers unless a policeman is with them. Hence nudity is not common on the beach! (Or speedos either...lol). We always smiled when on the beach, as the local guys wear baggy white cotton shorts as underwear, which became swimwear - seeing them emerge from the sea and realising that white cotton is no longer modest when wet...
So I settled down to a routine of nude around the house, weekends on the beach; I guess life wasn't too bad...lol. As yet I had not found anyone I could share my love of being naked with; internet access came late in my time there and no magazines in the shops, of course! So I continued my lone nudism.
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