Okay, so here is a wide-angle view of the first bridge I went over, that first night.  I had to zoom way out so you could see the whole thing--I went FAR!  From the parking lot, it's a long way on that path down to the bridge.

Here is the middle of the bridge, the actual bridge.  Look how far I had to walk along the path before reaching the bridge!

Here is a picture of the first bridge I went over on the second night (2nd Bridge total).  The parking lot at the top is where I parked, at the end of the ramp up to the bridge.  On the left side is the Target parking lot.  On the other side of the bridge, to the right, in the upper right corner is another parking lot.  It belongs to some kind of large, sprawling building--I'm not sure what it is, a school or an old folk's home or an office building of some sort.  But that parking lot was empty.  Across the road, in the bottom right of the picture, is just neighborhood.  There are houses right there along that road, facing the end of the ramp.  The park bench where I left my clothes was right at the end of the ramp, facing the parking lot.  So, when the car came, there was a tiny bit of cover, under the ramp, but hardly any--either a car could see me coming down the street, or I went too far then the houses could see me.  At the top of the ramp was one tree, that shielded me from the near-side traffic, but there was no cover at all from the traffic on the other side of the highway.
 
The ramp down to the car was completely open.  There were just one or two trees the whole distance, and they did not provide cover at all.  I was completely exposed to the empty Target parking lot, so it was really open, no cover at all for hundreds of yards across to the building.

Here it is.  This happened just a few days after the last adventure.  It was my last time out before we moved into our apartment, then I didn't go out again for a while:
 
As I said, I did get to go out one last time last summer.  Just a few days after my last adventure, we finally got to move into our new apartment.  Well, this whole side drama happened at the hotel that has nothing to do with my adventures, but I have to tell you about quickly.  We have a cat.  The hotel doesn't allow cats, but fuck them.  Two days before we were going to leave, we went out shopping and the stupid maid came in even though she wasn't supposed to, so the front desk was mad at us.  We had already paid for a full week so we decided as long as we never both left the room we would be okay.  We found out we would be allowed to move in in the morning, but we needed to get the keys from the mailbox, and we wanted to put our extra stuff in the storage where our furniture was so we could leave the hotel quickly in the morning.
 
So, even though it probably made more sense for my husband to go, I insisted that it was my turn to go.  I didn't have an opportunity to gather my naked walking clothes, so I left the hotel at about 9:00PM wearing my cut-off shorts, a t-shirt, and my flip-flops.  My husband insisted, reasonably, that if I was going to be moving stuff around in the storage place, I should wear tennis shoes, but I was adamant that my sandals were fine.  I got the keys from the mailbox of our new apartment (I didn't go in because I wanted us to go in together), then went to the storage place, and amazingly, it was closed!  We were sure it was open all night, but apparently not.  I called my husband to tell him, and that I would be home in a while.  He knows I like to drive the small roads and explore, so he wouldn't expect me for a couple hours.  The thing that sucked was it was only 10:00PM.  That is too early!  It was Sunday night, and the sky had the last little bit of blue in it before full dark.  I had to drive around and see what I could see.
 
The hotel was out in the suburbs, but the storage place and our new apartment were closer to downtown.  I got on the highway and headed through downtown.  About a mile past the big buildings, the highway went under a pedestrian bridge.  I let up on the accelerator and checked it out as best I could.  It went over a retaining wall on either side.  The next exit was almost a mile away, and I turned off and headed back toward the bridge.  There was no road right along the wall, so I stopped and looked at the map on my phone.  I had to zigzag my way through the neighborhood to the end of the bridge on this side.  It was really good, there was a small office building, like a real estate office, at the end of a cul-de-sac, and past the building was a sidewalk into some trees.  I parked the car at the end of the sidewalk and got out.  This little dead end was completely quiet; the only sound was the traffic going by on the other side of the wall.  I followed the sidewalk back away from the wall; there were no lights so it was dark.  After about 25 yards, it made a U-turn and started up a ramp to the top of the wall.  I was getting tingly; I formulated my plan, I would drive to the other side then walk over the bridge back to here.
 
I went back to my car and checked how to get to the other side.  It was pretty straightforward.  Kind of long, the bridge was at least half a mile from either exit, but the two exits would be easy to find.  I drove out of the neighborhood to the road with a bridge over the highway, then immediately right.  This side did have a frontage road along the retaining wall.  I drove along it past several small office buildings, the kind with insurance agents and more real estate agents, and there it was, exactly where it should be.  It had a big spiral ramp one and a half turns up from the side of the road to the ramp over the retaining wall.  There was one more small office building right before the ramp, and the driveway into the building's parking lot passed between the building and the ramp.  I backed the car into the corner spot facing back down the driveway and got out.  The night was beautiful, warm but not muggy, a slight breeze.  Everything was quiet.  The office building was dark, the frontage road was empty.  I kicked my flip-flops onto the floorboard by the pedals, then locked and closed the door, and set the keys on top of the back tire.
 
The ground right there was an unpleasant sand/gravel that always makes me worry about broken glass, but I tiptoed over to the curb and wiped my feet on the cool, damp grass, and surveyed the surroundings.  I was just a few feet away from the ramp spiraling into the air, but the entrance to the ramp was all the way on the far side of the spiral.  It landed onto the street, not back here in the parking lot.  That meant I would be really exposed from the bottom of the ramp back to the car.  Behind the ramp, opposite the frontage road and the retaining wall, was a cul-de-sac that ended across a grassy strip from my car.  The street that ended here was residential and quiet, small but neat one-story clapboard houses.  The spiral ramp was basically in the side yard of the last house on the street.  The windows were right there.  They were dark, but open in the warm summer night, and lightweight curtains blew against the screens.
 
I was barefoot, but still fully clothed, and standing in the yard of this house a few feet from the darkened, open windows.  If someone was watching me, I would never see.  The pavement of the cul-de-sac was also a little sandy, but the grass was smooth and soft, so I jogged gingerly under the ramp to where it met the sidewalk next to the frontage road.  This street was straight for a long distance in either direction along the wall; I could see probably a quarter mile to the right to the bridge I had driven over to get to this side of the highway.  To the left it was dark and residential and went around a curve a quarter mile in that direction.  As I looked to the right two cars turned off the bridge and headed toward me.  This was not good; traffic before you even start is a bad sign.  I stood there at the bottom of the ramp and waited until they passed me, a barefoot girl in a t-shirt and cutoff shorts.  Both drivers stared at me as they passed and I stared back.
 
When they had disappeared around the curve, I headed up the ramp.  It was clean concrete, roughened by thin parallel lines scored into the surface, just how I liked it.  The diameter of the spiral was quite wide; as I passed my car I was maybe five feet above the ground.  I continued around, passed the car one more time, much higher, then the bridge headed out over the frontage road and across the wall.  Wow.  This bridge was huge.  The highway here was enormous.  It was really two highways running parallel.  The closer one, that I stood over now, was empty, it was being repaved so derelict earthmoving machines sat in the dark but nothing moved.  That unpaved portion was probably four lanes across, then after a median was the real highway, which was another six lanes, but on top of that the bridge crossed the highway at a severe diagonal, at least a 45 degrees from straight across, so it was far.  And it was still not yet 11:00PM on Sunday night.  A quiet time, yes, but nothing like 3AM on a weekday.  The traffic on the open portion of the highway was far heavier than anything I had seen so far, at least one car every two or three seconds passed under the bridge in each direction.  My stomach was in knots and I started to sweat, and I was still fully clothed!  I looked over my shoulder at my car, already so far away down there in the shadows.  Going back to the car even from here was going to be risky enough, and this wasn't a third of the full distance I was going to traverse.
 
Despite the noise from the traffic below, it was quiet and peaceful here on the bridge at the top of the retaining wall.  I unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, just as an appetizer, and my fingers brushed the coarse mesh of my panties.  I wished I had left my panties and bra in the car, but oh well, too late now.  I started across the bridge, imagining I was already naked.  My skin was on fire; my nipples ached.  When I reached the nearer lanes of traffic I paused and undid my bra and pulled it off through the armhole of my shirt.  There was a large gap in the traffic below me, and I jumped up and tossed it over the curved fence of the bridge, and watched it tumble through the air to the concrete below.  A semi truck approached and there was my bra lying on the pavement, lit up by the headlights.  That was fantastic.  My breasts were free now, and I reached up and squeezed them together through the thin fabric of the shirt, pinching my straining nipples as the truck rumbled by.
 
I quickly crossed the remaining lanes, then over the far retaining wall and into the dark.  Now I could see the cul-de-sac where I had started far below me to my left.  It was silent, but the view to the ramp was wide open.  On the other side were treetops.  Then I reached the bottom of the ramp, where it made a U-turn back to the cul-de-sac.  There were no streetlights here at all, and past the outside edge of the turn was thick foliage; this spot was completely isolated.
 
It was still not very late; I could still hear cars rumbling by on the highway.  It would certainly have been safer to just sit there for an hour to give the city more time to go to sleep, but my husband was waiting for me at home.  I couldn't wait forever.  I pulled my t-shirt over my head and rested it over the handrail, then pushed my jeans and my panties down over my hips and laid them on top of the shirt.  I did all this without thinking twice about it.  This spot was very quiet, and I was safe.  The summer air felt cool against my skin, and I was exhilarated, even in this quiet spot, at the power I had being naked in this neighborhood.
 
To get back to the car I just had to go back up the ramp and over the highway, but it was so quiet here, and the cul-de-sac was so quiet, I decided to walk to the end of the sidewalk first.  The pavement was smooth and clean against my feet as I jogged toward the road.  I stepped right out into the middle of the cul-de-sac, completely naked, lit up by the street light.  I looked down at my body, my breasts, my smooth pussy, completely exposed to the night.
 
The street in front of me was tree-lined.  There was an intersection with a stop sign about 50 yards up.  On the left past the office building it was empty, just a field, and there was a big house on the right, but it also seemed to be quiet.  There was nothing behind me, I had a quick escape route back to my clothes if I needed it, so I decided to walk just a little ways, down the road.  As I got past the round part of the cul-de-sac the house's yard opened up on the right, and there was no further cover.  It was wide open between my naked body in the middle of the street and the house, and the intersection a few yards up.  I strained my ears but could hear nothing but the distant vibrations of the tires on the highway.  I straightened and walked all the way to the corner, my face, my ears, my skin on fire.
 
I went all the way into the middle of the intersection.  This was insane, but the neighborhood was so quiet I started to relax.  The retaining wall was visible a short distance away to my left, to the right and in front of me the road continued into the distance, tree-lined and lit by occasional pools of streetlight.  I had absolutely no idea what road went where, but I knew if I stayed to the right, I should be circling around.
 

Here's a picture of the 4th bridge.

Hi everyone, well, I did it again, I went out a few months ago but then never wrote about it.  But I just went out again on Tuesday, so now I want to tell you about that while it's still fresh in my mind.  Hopefully I will go back and tell you about what happened a few months ago also.  But first, Tuesday.
 
So, Monday night, as happens, as I lay in bed I just randomly started thinking about how nice it is out (in the 70s) and how nice it would be to wander around naked.  I knew immediately that I was going to have to go out sometime soon.  (I could have gone out that night, but it's better with a little preparation.)  So, that night I was thinking "sometime in the next week or so" but then the next evening before bed I thought, who am I kidding, I'm going out tonight--I'm not going to be able to sleep again until I do.  My husband was in one corner of the living room reading and I was on the other side.  I had to put together my clothes, but I couldn't do so while he was sitting right there so I had to wait till he went to the bathroom, then ran into the bedroom, grabbed two pairs of slutty workout shorts and two sports bras and stuffed them under the sofa before he came out.  I was making some small adjustments to my usual outfit.  First, it was so warm out I didn't want to wear my hoodie, so even though the sports bras can be hard to put on, I decided I would just have to deal with it.  Second, I decided to take two pairs of sandals instead of one.  Driving with no shoes isn't a big deal, it's not daring or anything, but what I always thought about was that if I got caught, I wanted to be able to act innocent, and with bare feet that would be more difficult.  Since the car wasn't actually part of my adventures anyway, there's no reason not to be safe then.
 
I still wasn't ready to go, though.  We have a big fan in our kitchen window that sucks out the hot air at night; it makes a lot of noise, so I thought if I left through the back door, my husband would not even hear me go.  I wanted to hide my clothes out there by the back door with my sandals, so when the time came I could just slip out and be ready to go, but I had to wait another hour, till it was time to go to bed, before he went back into the bathroom to brush his teeth, and I was able to rush back to the kitchen with my clothes balled into my hand and stash everything back there.  One pair of flip-flops is always by the back door for taking out the garbage, so I moved my other sandals from the front, and I was ready.  Now I just had to pretend to sleep for a while!
 
I actually was able to fall asleep and I told myself, as always, that if I woke up, I was meant to go out, if not, then not.  I woke up about 45 minutes later.  My husband was fast asleep, and I snuck out of bed.  I was just wearing my panties and t-shirt, and almost went out the back door that way, but considered that if he does wake up and wonder where I am, it would look odd that no clothes are gone, only me!  So I grabbed the shorts I had been wearing during the day.  We live on the second floor of a two-apartment building.  The back door leads to a landing at the top of the stairs where we store things like charcoal and cat food.  There's an old Styrofoam cooler we had used last year for a party.  I had hidden my naked clothes in there.
 
I stripped off my clothes and stood there naked at the top of the landing.  Our downstairs neighbor is this weird white-supremacist-looking guy with one of those haircuts shaved on the sides and kind of pushed into a point on top.  He makes me uncomfortable; he tries to be friendly, but he's aggressive even about being friendly; I always have this feeling if we said the slightest thing wrong it would set him off.  His kitchen door opens onto the landing one floor below, next to the door outside, so I had to walk by his back door to get out.  There was zero reason why he would come up the stairs, so I wasn't worried he'd see me standing there naked, but I did always just hope as I walked by his door going outside or to the basement that he wasn't listening on the other side and would open the door to say something.  Now I was going to be going by in my tiny little skintight workout shorts and small sports bra.  I just hoped he didn't burst out and see me.
 
I stepped into one of the shorts and the flip-flops and put on a bra, hid my panties and t-shirt into the cooler, then with my other shorts and bra balled up in one hand and my phone and cards and keys in the other, skipped down the stairs and out into the beautiful night.
 
Before anything, I drove to the nearby convenience store for a snack and a drink.  Walking into the store dressed like I was was crazy in itself.  It wasn't late yet, so there were several late-night people there.  My shorts are thin and skintight, and the waist is cut really low, and they ride up the crack of my ass and my camel toe is clearly visible, and my bra stops just below my breasts, leaving most of my tummy, from my breasts down practically to my crotch completely bare.  They all looked at me!  I walked with confidence, flipping my ponytail back and forth and ostensibly ignoring them, and bought some pretzels and a water.  Now I was ready.
 
I was also trying to kill some time; it wasn't even one o'clock yet when I left the apartment, and that's just still pretty early--people are still around.  The first bridge I wanted to check out was one I think I told you about before.  It's actually near my house, maybe a mile away.  It's the one that when I first saw it I immediately dismissed it because it's so insanely exposed.  One side just opens onto a parking lot, with a big apartment building on the other side, and no trees or parked cars or anything anywhere nearby.  I would be visible for a quarter mile in every direction!  But the last time I was out I started considering that bridge again, and realized it might be doable.  First, the opposite side of the bridge ended on a block with nothing but businesses, so at night that side was going to be completely empty.  As for the other side, one important thing for me when I go on a bridge is that I go all the way up the ramp as well.  I finally realized that although that is preferred, I don't have to do it that way if it's too dangerous.  If I allowed myself to start the walk on the ramp, this bridge would be doable.
 
I parked the car at the end of the bridge on the business side at 1:10AM, still really early to be doing this--not yet late night, even the bars weren't closed yet.  I crossed the bridge in my slutty shorts and bra as the traffic went by below.  It was not heavy, but was steady.  On the far side, the exposed side, I went half way down the ramp.  There were big weed bushes along the fence that obscured the view fairly well.  This side was completely barren, no movement anywhere.  The houses were dark, the streets were quiet.  Two blocks away, past the apartment building, was one of the busiest streets in the city, and cars streamed by up there.  I could see them going by as I kicked off my sandals then pulled off my bra then pushed my shorts to the ground.  I was naked once again, and completely out in the open.  I looked down at my body in the street light, my breasts, my smooth stomach and pussy.  I love it so much!  The night was perfect, not at all chilly nor muggy, just perfect.
 
I started up the ramp, rising above the street until I was completely exposed, no bushes, nothing, ten feet in the air and naked.  The traffic of the highway rushed by below me.  I turned the corner and stepped out onto the bridge.  The street was behind me now, and out of mind, my focus was on the cars and trucks going by below me.  Every one of them had to see me in their headlights and the streetlights lighting the highway.  I walked across slowly, savoring each car as it drove by underneath me, turning toward it to watch as it drove by.  I am always alert to see if one of them is a police car, but none were.  I crossed the lanes going west and started across the ones going east.  I watched the end of the bridge in case someone appeared, and looked behind me occasionally to make sure no one was following me, but no one appeared.  I was alone, naked, on display.  I love it so much!
 
I finished crossing without incident, and walked across the sidewalk to the car, carefully to observe my naked, squat reflection in the car windows.  The street was completely quiet.  I could have stood there for 30 minutes without seeing a soul.  But I had other places go, so I got back in the car.
 
The street bridge back over the highway was directly ahead about three blocks.  The reason I keep two sets of clothes with me is so I can get dressed while in the car if I need to.  I always think it would be way braver for me to cross the bridge both ways naked, but I worry about attitudes in this town.  It dramatically increases the danger to only have one escape route rather than two.
 
The street over the highway is busy, and I was just starting out, so I wasn't comfortable driving around naked yet, so I put on my shorts and bra and headed over the highway to the far side of the bridge.  There was plenty of traffic on that street, but at the bridge, where my clothes were sitting in a pile on the sidewalk, it was still quiet.  I retrieved them without being seen (even though I had clothes on).
 
That was it!  This was a huge accomplishment, because I had been sure for a long time that this bridge was simply impossible; I had done it with no trouble!  My plan tonight was to visit several bridges that I thought were impossible.  One down.  It was 1:30AM.
 
I'll post a picture of this bridge soon.

And here is a redundant close-up of the same bridge.  

You're awesome Sophia - I'm looking forward to reading about your latest adventure!