I was practical and sensible enough to realises that I could not start running around without clothes on even though I started to want to again. So I chose underwear that definitely wasn’t for the prudish girls at school, little thongs, usually see-through, and bras that were definitely NOT of the industrial strength or thickness that the prudish girls wore. I chose bras that are more like tiny string bikini tops but made of very thin, see-through mesh. This was possible because my breasts never grew bigger than a ‘A’ cup so I never need any support. Fortunately, my mother never said any thing about the 2 little bumps in my tops. I didn’t have hidden the courage to wander around naked or in just my underwear when my Hardcore Sex parents were at home, but when they were away it was a different story. I started to enjoy the freedom of being without clothes again. The only drawback was that I had to do a deal with my younger brother after he caught me once. The deal was that whenever I stripped off and he was home I had to go and find him and let him blowjob look at my naked body for a full minute. That deal probably pleased him as much as it did me, but looking was all that it was. The deal lasted until I left home to go to university. However, my brother didn’t get to see me every time that I got naked. I got thinking indian one night in bed and then got up in the middle of the night and went Hardcore for a walk around the house naked – I’d stopped wear nighties when I started to get the urges again and I’ve never worn knickers to bed. Anyway, after wandering around the house naked in the middle of the night for a while the excitement started to fade so I wanted more. From wandering around the house it progressed into around the garden, then out onto the street. The street wasn’t such a big deal because we live in a big house with no one else living within about 100 metres, and we live in a leafy village outside a big city. It’s off the main roads and down a dead-end road so there is very little traffic even in the daytime. It got to the point where I’d be out in and around the village for 2 or 3 hours, 3 or 4 times a week in the middle of the night totally naked and staring at the different houses wondering what the people inside the houses would think if they saw me. The village is so small that everyone knows everyone else so I knew the people whose house I was stood outside. The school summer holidays were the best, I’d often go for walks on the sunny days, stripping naked and hiding my clothes as soon as I got out of the village. I’d usually end up in the nearby woods or by the river, stopping to sunbathe sometimes. Eventually, I finished at school and was due to start at a university miles from home. It was my last summer at home and I took the opportunity to strip naked as soon as my parents left for work and to stay naked until I saw one of their cars coming down the drive on an afternoon. Of course the deal with my brother still held and he saw me naked quite a lot that school holiday. I had mixed feelings about going to university. Yes I had all the feeling that I expect all young people have when leaving home to go to university, but at the same time I didn’t want my amateur naturist days to end because I loved being naked. The university that I go to houses the students in 4 storey blocks. They were mixed but it was boys on floor 1 and 3 and girls on floors 2 and 4 with a big bathrooms at one end of each floor for the sex of the kids on that floor. The first few weeks were hectic and I didn’t get the chance to dwell on my secret desires. Most of the girls started to settle in and things got more settled and relaxed. It became a common sight for girls to leave their room to go for a shower wearing just a towel, and I was one of them. After doing that for about a week I decided to take the towel to, and from the bathroom over my shoulder or arm. After a few neutral comments about my nudity from the other girls I just kept doing it, as did a few other girls. Then some of the girls got friendly with boys from the floor above or below and the first time that a naked girl walking to the bathroom was caught by a boy visiting a girl, she screamed so loud that the whole floor came out to see who desi had been murdered. From that day on the towels went to the bathroom firmly wrapped around the owner; except for mine. I couldn’t explain it but taking the risk of being seen naked by a man turned me on. It took about a week before a boy came out of a room right in front of me as I went for a shower and I just froze. She asked a lot of questions and some of them were about my relationship with my wife and how we met blah blah - the usual stuff. It looked like leopard skin. My sister walked past my room and stuck hidden her head in. “I heard Lauren dumped you. That workout last night made me ravenous....and this is really good." 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