2014 St. Louis World Naked Bike Ride

2014 St. Louis World Naked Bike Ride

On 7/26/2014 I rode naked through the streets of St. Louis for the sixth time.  Each time is unique as the first time.  The experience is a rush, is breathtaking, is freeing and an all around fantastic time.  I’ve been scuba diving, jumped out of a plane and piloted my own plane but nothing comes close to letting it all fly in the wind.  I’ll try to explain how this all feels but you will never fully comprehend how transcendental it all can be.

The ride begins for me in February since I am part of the planning committee to whatever extent they need me.  This year I was more of the social media lil bitch and posted items as needed to keep the riders up to date.  I posted tid bits or any pieces of interest to build and keep the interest alive.  Believe it or not there is more than choosing a route and stripping off clothes.  You have to cross all t’s and dot all I’s all the while having the city’s interests and riders interests at heart.  It’s not always easy to balance.  There will always be a few items that some will critique on or even complain.  We do our best.

Once the day of the ride arrives I’m at a point of just wanting it over with.  I’ve seen the date in the future so many times and have looked over any items hundreds of times.  I’ve also answered many of the same questions more times than I care to.  I have to remind myself why the first time I rode and try to regain the newness of the ride.  I always make it a mission to be the first naked person in the gathering location.  There are always a little bit of precautions each year to hold off on nudity right away.  There is always someone who disregards it and I tend to be the second naked person in the area.  Oh well.

When I finally drop that thong to the ground and start to walk the streets naked, I’m in my element.  I become part exhibitionist and part voyeur.  I’ve been naked and seen naked so many times.  I’ve seen so many people naked in my life.  At times I feel I’m desensitized to it all.  That part I do not like.  I still want it to be new and exciting.  I know it’s not a big deal to be naked but that little kid comes out and I have to accept it.  One part of being an open nudist it to dispel the fears and hang ups many people have with being nude or seeing a nude person.  What can I do to get society to overcome the fears and stereotypes ?  I may put too much on my own shoulders?  As much as I may be naked I still can’t let go of some things.  I want all to be comfortable and at ease with the whole subject. 

Now that I over thunk it all, I can get on my bike and ride in a massive pack of clothing optional, fun loving peeps.  Its part bike ride and part parade.  The bars and hotels empty out and the cars stop in the streets to honk and smile.  I’ve never seen so many cell phones hanging out car windows.  It seems the crowds along the streets approve or at least watch like a car wreck going by.

I love the feeling and sight of the finish line. Yay, I can get off this sweaty bike seat and drink a lil to relax.  Should I roam the streets naked or bar hop.  I do a little of both.  I have to spread myself thin to meet all the friends that are doing all of the above.  It still is a trip to walk around a bar completely naked and have clothed people getting a beer right alongside.  I love how they act natural and play it cool.  Wonder what they are thinking.

There is always that part in the night where I have to end it all and get dressed.  I hate it .  I despise it.  Ok, a few times I denied it and drove home naked.  It’s not the first time and won’t be the last.  I’ll live off the feeling for about a month until I think of what’s next on the naked front.  I hope to see you all there next year .  Now why didn’t I come home with all the clothes I wore down there?

Gardening

This is a combo of two Zen level relaxation methods.  There is nothing like working in the lawn pulling weeds or trimming the rose bushes than to do it while completely naked.  The bonus of it all is that you will not only get the cucumbers picked  and the hedges pruned but you will avoid a dramatic farmer’s tan while your  white bum that is pointing in the air.  In order to complete this task you will have to do your gardening at night or have a large enough yard as to successfully not give your neighbors that eye full of your flowers in bloom.  The risk level is high but the benefits will be two fold with all the work you got done.  If you grow your tomato plants large enough you may be able to slip throw the rows undetected but if your garden only consist of potatoes then you may want to wear a sun hat so you don’t burn your shoulders.  Watering your garden in the nude is a whole other adventure and one that requires that the gardener be fully hydrated.

        Hiking

There is no where for ticks to hide when you don’t even let him fall into your shirt collar, pants inseam or even your underwear when all you have on our your expensive hiking boots.  Get back to nature again with this exercise routine .  All those that have hiked a few miles in the back passages of the Rocky Mountains can attest to the beauty found around every rock, bush pine tree.  The hiker behind you can now find the beauty in the bare butt leading their way up the path.  When that hidden waterfall reveals itself to you , you no longer have top hesitate on whether or not you shed your clothes to feel the refreshing mountain water cascade over your now tingling skin.  There is just something about being in the back woods that calls out to let your body mix with the mountain air and feel the freedom of nudity. 

Free Fiction Friday

Nora and Mike's story continues...

Nora laughed, throwing her head back so I could see the smooth lines of her neck. I slithered up to her, pressing myself against her perfect pussy. I’d love to see her come again, to feel her writhe in pleasure beneath me.

“What’s so funny?” I asked as my teeth skimmed over the soft skin under her jaw. “You don’t believe me?”

Nora’s hands squeezed my ass, pushing me harder against her, but careful not to let me in unsheathed. “Oh, I believe you. We just aren’t going to do more in here.”

“Where then? My office? Yours?” I sucked her earlobe and was rewarded with a mild moan. I wanted to hear her scream.

“More like my place.” She put her hands on my chest and pushed me back. “That’s where anything goes.”

“Anything?” I raised an eyebrow. After what I’d done with her just now, I couldn’t imagine how much further she’d be willing to go.

Nora smiled. She leaned back on her hands and hadn’t bothered to push her skirt down to cover her naked glory. And glorious it was. I wanted to go down on her again. Just to hear her scream my name. She slipped a finger into her folds. “You’re up for anything, right?”

My eyes followed her finger as she circled her clit, slowly like she was trying to hypnotize me. Hell, maybe she was. I licked my lips and nodded. She pressed her fingers into a view, giving me a full view. All I wanted was to taste her again. I dropped to my knees and let my tongue do all the work. She shivered and pressed against me.

“Oh, fuck, just get a condom.”

I dug with one hand into my wallet, never letting my lips leave her. It took me a little longer than usual to put the damn thing on, but once I did, I didn’t wait another minute until I sunk myself deep inside her. 

To be continued...

Let's all be Nude!

In the Beginning, “they were both naked, the man and his wife, and were not ashamed.”  Genesis 2:25

Naked, Nude, Au Naturel, Bare, Nekkid, Bareback, Undressed, Stripped, Topless, Full Frontal, Exposed…

However you like to call it, the bottom line is that your bottom line is free to blow in the breeze.  No matter what age, race or gender you are we have all experienced the feeling of being naked.  Hopefully we experience it each and every day in a nice hot shower or bath.  From the minute we are born we are introduced to the world in what has always been known as our birthday suit.  We were delivered in the best outfit anyone could tailor make for you.  Throughout the rest of your life people will try to create fashions to cover that perfect outfit and convince you that what you are wearing on the outside is more in style than what is being covered up.

For those that have been raised as a nudist or those that have found the joys of being naked on a regular basis you will know the benefits of letting the sun touch every inch of your bare skin.  Many nudists will say it brings the feeling of instant freedom from all that life throws at you.  It’s a way to strip off the day’s problems and stresses of a nine to five job.  Where is it written that naked joy stops after you step out of the bathroom or bedroom?  It’s time to expand your bare senses and shed your clothes for an adventure that is free of charge and free of laundry detergent.

The feelings and thoughts a person gets from being naked is as varied as the amount of activities you can do while in the buff.  You may still be a bit embarrassed to even strip in the gym locker room and you may be the one who has to undress in the a bedroom even when alone.  There are others out in the world that experience a rush of excitement or extreme giddiness when prancing around in the flesh only outfit.  Whatever your level of comfort with your body or whatever you body style, nudity offers a change of mind frame, outlook on life and openness like any other.  If unchecked, being naked can become an addiction that no 12 step program can cure.  It’s the purest adrenaline rush on the market these days.  It costs nothing  and is offered to all that breath the air today.  

Free Fiction Friday

Welcome to Free Fiction Friday. Once a month, or more if the story moves me, I'll post a snippet of fun stuff. :) Check it out and let me know what you think.

Spending the fourth of July at the office wasn't my idea. Well, not entirely my idea. Losing the Wilcox account would sink our company faster than the iceberg sunk Titanic. So instead of drinking with my buddies, I sat at the conference table with the four other people.

“What if we focus on how Wilcox has promoted environmental building over the last few years?” Charles stared at the ceiling, shifting in his seat.

“And how will that appeal to the demographic they’re targeting? It won’t.” I slammed my hand on the table. This shouldn’t be so damn hard. Wilcox Management had focused for years on senior living developments. Now they’d moved into rehabbing old buildings and creating hip neighborhoods in rundown areas. Should be an easy advertising plan.

Charles shrugged. “Focus on building –”

“Stop.” I hated being interrupted and made it a point not to do that to my team, but this was getting us nowhere. We’d been at it five hours and nothing had changed.

“Mike, hear him out at least.” Nora crossed her legs, sending her loose flowery skirt a little higher up her thigh.

I nodded while imagining lifting that skirt to her waist. Nora Mitchell was the VP, and technically my boss. We’d worked together long enough that she didn’t need me to tell her what I was thinking. Professional trust made working with her easy. She knew how much we needed Wilcox. I didn’t need her at the meeting distracting me though. Despite my best efforts, her soft curves and long legs had started occupying too much of my time for the last seven months. It was your typical drunken Christmas party with your typical almost mistake. Damned if I didn’t regret not taking her all the way back to my bedroom. Never get involved with your boss when you’ve been drinking. Other times, well…

“— the quiet neighborhoods they’re creating.”

My gaze shot to Charles. I hadn’t heard half of what he said, but it was enough to know it wouldn’t work. “No.” The rest of the team shifted in their seats. I collapsed in my overpriced chair. They weren’t going to help. I’d have to do it on my own. “Just go home. We’ve got nothing, and we’re not likely to get a decent idea at this point. If you come up with one, text me.”

Everyone grabbed their files and shuffled out. Everyone, except Nora. She slid forward on her chair, sending that skirt even higher. It barely covered her panties. God I wanted to see if her rug matched the strawberry blonde.

“You need to relax, Mike.” She stood and stalked three steps toward me. “And so do I.”

I leaned back in my chair and took in every inch of her body. It would’ve been easy to lift her onto the table, rip off that dress, and taste her. The idea of her thighs pressing against my face made my dick turn to marble.

She offered her hand. “Let’s go to my office. I’ve got a bottle of scotch with our names on it.”

“Just a drink?” I stood without her help, closing the distance between us. She didn’t step back. I stared down at her, feeling far too bold, but the tension between us was too much to bear. She wanted me. I knew it better than I knew my birthdate.

“What else do you have in mind?” She didn’t wait for an answer as she pressed her hand against my cock.

“This is a dangerous game, Nora.” I slipped my arm around her waist.

Her fingers moved up to the undo the button of my jeans and slid the zipper down. The cool air caressed my skin before her hand gripped me completely. She stroked me gently, never breaking eye contact. “I’m not into mind games. Other games can come later.”

I lifted her to the table, all thoughts of Wilcox and the office gone from my mind. Carnal need filled every fiber of my body. My jeans fell off my hips. Nora leaned back on the table, spreading her legs. Moments from my imagination became a reality. I pushed her skirt up and buried my face between her legs. My tongue plunged deep inside her, licking and stroking as she quivered beneath me.

“Make me cum,” she breathed.

I slipped two fingers in as I nibbled on her clit. She spread her legs wider. I added another finger, then another as she rocked against my hand and whispered more. I’d fantasized about fisting a woman, but nobody I’d ever been with was interested. When Nora pleaded for more, I pushed my hand into her completely. She screamed and quaked around my fist, rocking against it as she orgasmed.

Her breathing evened out after a few moments and I slowly pulled my hand free. My eyes devoured the sight of wet pussy. I leaned in and tasted her sweet nectar.

“Fuck, Mike, nobody’s ever given me what I’ve wanted like that before.”

I kissed her inner thigh. “And we’re just getting started.”

TO BE CONTINUED...