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Warning!  There's no actual nudity in this one.  I'm just catching up and planning.
 
Hi everyone!  I went out as soon as it got warm.  I have now actually walked naked over virtually every pedestrian bridge I can find in this city.  I think there may be one or two more here or there, but literally just one or two more.  I haven't written in so long.  I'm so glad they fixed the problem with my stories; I could have started a new thread, but having what I've already written disappear kind of slowed me down.  I have still been going out sometimes, though!  And maybe most people don't like COVID, but for people who walk around naked it's fantastic!  Now I wear a mask whenever I got out, even though (1) covid seems to be mostly over now, and (2) I'm thousands of yards from the nearest person, and (3) I'm outside anyway.  But the great thing is it doesn't look suspicious.  You always see some freak walking around with a mask on when they're the only one around.  I still wear my hat and nothing else, but now I've added a mask as well.  Half the time I take it off anyway, but it's good to have.
 
We also just moved to a new house last winter, so sneaking out has become a new thing to figure out.  Our old apartment was perfect.  The bedroom was off to the side, and both the front and back doors were far from the bedroom, and we had this huge fan that made a lot of white noise, so even the sound of my escape was well masked. (ha)  In our new house, we don't have that fan set up, and both the front and back doors make a ton of noise when you open them, scraping along the floor and the door frame.  And the whole setup is a lot more open.  In the old place, even the bathroom was in this short hallway, so when my husband was in there getting ready for bed, I had complete freedom for five minutes to get out my clothes, hide them under the sofa, gather my sandals, whatever I needed to do.  Here I couldn't even figure out a good place to hide my clothes before going to bed.  I have to walk right by the bathroom even to go to the kitchen, so I can't even easily hide clothes in a kitchen cupboard.  But I can't put them in the living room because the front door makes way too much noise, and there's no good place to hide them, and without a fan I was afraid I would wake him up anyway.  Finally I was able to sneak the clothes into the kitchen and stuff them into the back of a cupboard.  If for some reason he had decided to look in that cupboard before going to bed I was dead.
 
There was nothing I could do about the kitchen door.  The kitchen door leads out to a back porch, and then there's another outside door.  That one was safe; I was sure it was far enough away to not be heard, but there was yet another problem.  There's a wooden fence around the yard, with a gate that only latches from the inside.  And worse yet, the gate is two feet from the bedroom window!  I was going to have to sneak out two feet from his head!  And once I was outside, there was nothing I could do to latch the gate again.  If the wind banged it, or it just swung open, it would look bad.  I figured out to put a big rock a couple feet inside the gate, so it wouldn't swing too far.  It wasn't good, and I didn't like it, but I was all set.
 
The one good feature about the house is the basement.  The basement door is right across from the outside back door, so I realized the best thing to do when I came home was hide my clothes downstairs in a bag.  They are still there now, waiting for me to come and get them and go out again.  Several things have improved for next time--we've gotten the kitchen door fixed so it doesn't scrape, my clothes are safely in the basement, and I'm so stupid, I realized the other day that of course we have TWO gates; there's one on the other side of the yard as well.  That one's behind a bunch of bushes, completely obscured.  I've actually been wondering if it would be possible for me to leave the house naked, and make it from that gate to the car parked on the street, and drive around naked with no clothes at all even in the car.  That idea is completely insane and I'm sure I'll never do it, but it's something I think about!
 
Anyway, enough talk about the logistics of getting out of the house!  As I have said before, I still have a lot of stories I haven't written about yet, but I am keeping track of them, so I'll get to them eventually.
 
About a week ago I had a fantastic idea.  My routine these days has been to bring two sets of clothes, park the car at the foot of a bridge, walk across the bridge with my clothes still on, then take them off and walk back to the car naked.  Now that I've been to every bridge I can find, it feels like it might not be quite as exciting to do them again.  It will still be fun, but more casual and routine.  I've been wondering if I could maybe try something else, walking around a block in a neighborhood or something.  When I was younger and first went outside naked, I was completely crazy, and that was my standard goal, to go around a whole block.  But in this new town, I don't know, I just haven't had the noive.
 
Then I had a great idea.  I've been going to the end of the bridge then taking my clothes off, so I only had to walk back over the bridge to the car.  What I need to do instead is walk TO my clothes.  So, before I get out of the car, plant my extra pair of clothes somewhere, then drive around to the other side of the bridge and take my clothes off at the car and walk to the other set.  Here's the idea that has me tingling as I write this:  instead of planting the clothes right on the far side of the bridge, plant them somewhere else.  Put them across the street, or down the block somewhere.  This is so beautiful, then I'm not walking toward safety.  I'm walking away from safety, toward even more danger!  I can decide how much to challenge myself before I even start.  Still in the car, I can drive around and decide what I want to make myself do tonight.  Then, still safely clothed and in the car, pick a spot to torture my future self with, make me walk all that way to my clothes.  How far away do I dare hide my clothes?  All the way at the end of the block?  Even further?  Across a busy street?
 
Okay!  Next time I'll tell you what happened.
 
 

Insane heatwave.  It was 72º at 2AM.  (This was just last Sunday night.)  My goal for the night was to do the two insane bridges I had been unable to finish the last time (which I have yet to tell you about!).  But I thought I could not possibly do them before 3AM or 4AM, so I had time to find another couple bridges before then.  I have been to just about every pedestrian bridge within a hundred miles of where I live.  I need to find something new to do or it might lose its excitement.  The problem is, I really don't want to get caught, so there's a very narrow window of possibilities!  I need to just move to Eastern Europe somewhere where they just don't care and burn all my clothes for good.  My desire not to get caught rarely ever subdues my desire for adventure, and almost every place I visited tonight was completely insane.
 
The first bridge was a simple one, a straight ramp up one side, across then down on the other side.  Both ramps are just long straight open ramps, no curves or spirals.  On the far side it landed on a frontage road.  It's a neighborhood, but where the ramp is there is nothing at all, just a few houses down the road a hundred yards.  The interesting thing is that the sound wall ends before the end of the ramp, so the last 50 feet of ramp, there is nothing at all between the street and the highway, just a narrow verge of grass and a four-foot chain-link fence.  The cars driving by on the highway are RIGHT THERE.  If one stops, you'd be practically face-to-face.
 
On the other side, the bridge starts at a cul-de-sac, but (looking from the cul-de-sac), the ramp goes down to the left, so the actual entrance to the bridge is a hundred yards up past the cul-de-sac along the highway to the left.  I think it's possible to pick your way through the overgrowth along the highway wall from the cul-de-sac to the ramp entrance, but the road perpendicular to the highway that ends at the highway, it runs along a large, wooded park.  On the opposite side are houses.  From the map I could see there is a path a hundred yards away from the highway, which goes 100 yards into the park, then turns right and goes to the highway, where it ends at the ramp entrance.
 
I parked my car on the side of the road near that path and got out.  Directly across the street were houses.  It was about 1:30AM now.  The houses looked quiet, but of course the scary thing is you can never tell what's going on behind those darkened windows, someone could be looking out!  Remember, I always bring two sets of clothes.  My plan was to walk across the bridge, then take off my clothes and walk back to the car.  I left the keys on the back tire and I started into the woods.  I walked a few yards but that was enough.  I was still in clear view of the car and the houses, but I pulled off my t-shirt, and pushed down my shorts, and that was it, I was naked!  For the first time in a couple months.  I love it so much!  I hate carrying my clothes with me when I'm walking, but if I left them, it would be too dangerous.  I makes me feel much more secure to have a set of clothes at either end, so if someone sees me at one end I can run back the other way.  Even so, there's no reason to WEAR my clothes to the far side!
 
So I started up the path into the woods with my shirt and shorts in my hand.  It was a beautiful night, very warm, and the moon was almost full so even with no streetlights, the woods were almost bright.  I could clearly see my naked body when I looked down as I walked along.  I love looking at myself as I walk naked, how my muscles move, how my legs move, my abdomen, my pussy.  I stopped several times to admire myself in the moonlight.  The woods were completely deserted, and I felt zero chance of encountering someone.  Late at night and naked, you own the world.
 
I came out of the woods next to the highway and headed right toward the ramp.  There is no wall here either.  There are thick bushes, but they are only partial cover.  You can clearly see the cars as they drive by, but I felt there was almost no way one of them could see me flashing by naked behind the bushes.  As the ramp rose, I was above the bushes, and there's a stretch that is very exposed.  I was still very close to the ground—if someone stopped the car, they could just yell at me to stop.  Once I get higher on a bridge, I feel safer.  I just walked forward, my ass swinging as a couple cars drove by.
 
Then I got to the top and started across.  There was not much traffic on the road but it was not empty.  Several cars sped by below me, and every one of them must have seen me up there walking across the bridge naked.  (By the way, I had a thought the other day.  I'm always afraid to go out during the day.  But when you drive under a pedestrian bridge, you never see anyone up there.  Why couldn't I walk across one in the middle of the day?  Seen by hundreds of people instead of a handful?!)
 
On the far side is a long ramp down to the street, and as I said, the last 50 feet you're just right there, practically on the highway, as close as someone driving by you in a parking lot.  Just insane, at the same level as them also.  I actually stood there a moment with my hands at my sides and watched a couple cars go by, and I crossed the street (the ramp lands across the street from the highway) so I was even closer to the cars passing by.  Then I went back.
 
I walked along the road for maybe 30 yards, a significant distance from the ramp and draped my shirt and shorts over the handrail and started back.  Now, at last, I was truly, completely naked.  Walking back up the ramp AWAY from my clothes.  Completely exposed.  Just a few feet away from the cars speeding by on the highway.  At this point there's nothing you can do but keep going.  I walked up the ramp, not looking over my shoulder, but hearing cars go by behind me, till I go to the top, and I started across the bridge.  Nothing in my hands, completely naked and far far from my clothes behind me, and REALLY far from my car in front of me!  I walked across the bridge as several cars drove by right under me, all seeing me.
 
Then down the ramp on the far side.  Now facing the traffic coming toward me; I could see the cars clearly over the tops of the bushes as they sped by.  They could easily see me, so close, but I thought probably most did not—they were probably just looking straight ahead at the road.  Then I descended behind the bushes and at last onto the path.  A wonderful, simple little outing.
 
I strolled back through the woods and back to the car.  The street was still quiet.  Whoops!  I had to pee!  I didn't want to have to go to a gas station.  There was a park bench.  I squatted down next to it in the dark.  My car was clearly visible about 50 yards away, and the houses just on the other side of the street.  I reached down and felt how my pussy and ass spread open when I squat down like that, then let go and peed next to the bench.  I stood again and casually walked back to the car.  Fortunately I had some napkins to wipe with.  I wiped, standing there naked on the side of the street next to my car.  I considered just tossing the napkin on the road but decided that is bad, and I had a little bag from a store in the car so I deposited it there.  I got in, started the car, and drove off, still naked of course.
 
The streets were completely silent, so I stayed naked all the way down to the main road, across the highway, and back into the neighborhood on the other side.  I found my clothes and got out to retrieve them still naked.
 
Well, that's the end of my first adventure this night.  Things get way more insane after this.
 
(I think I mentioned last year that I have pretty much been on every bridge in the city now.  I need to find something new to do or this may lose its novelty.  But for now, it is still fun to go out even if I have been on some of the bridges before.  I was just scrolling through my previous stories and happened to find that I have described this bridge before.  It's Reply #64.  Pictures of the bridge follow.  It's kind of fun to read that one after this one, you can see what features of the bridge have not changed, and maybe ways that I have or have not changed!  I went to three more bridges tonight.  I'll try to write about them soon.  (Really four, but you'll find out why it doesn't count shortly!))