Bored, wishing I was naked somewhere.

I engage in a bit of nude rebellion every now and then. When the wife isn't around and the weather is warm I slip my clothes off and sit out in our private back yard. It's pleasant and it's always nice to be nude but it's not quite enough. I wish I was back on some of the naturist beaches I've visited in Europe, Canada, California and Washington. Or sitting naked with friends in a hot tub or sauna. Those are all just memories for me now. If my wife or neighbors found out I was outside the house naked they'd have me arrested or committed. That's the way it is with the local Taliban. Sometimes I wonder why I have this curious desire to be naked around other naked people. Perhaps, in another life I was a member of a culture where nakedness wasn't a taboo. Perhaps in my next life I'll have a chance to be naked and happy again.