Essentials for those with truncated listing: Cachers under 18 must be accompanied by a parent or guardian. Please NO night caching. Sandles or other footware is recommended. Parking is preferred on the blacktop driveway, away from the barn.
Me Too I love to be nude as much as possible and when I am at home that is usually how you will find me so it goes without saying that if you are going to hang out naked then eventually someone is going to "catch" you. I have been surprised by others while naked many times; by the UPS man who knocked on the kitchen door while I was standing in the kitchen washing dishes, he just waved and put the package on the steps and left. By the meter reader one day while I was laying out in my backyard reading a book enjoying being naked in the sun, he walked into the yard and we were both surprised, I went to grab my towel to cover up and he said, "that's ok, I'll just be a minute and kept going so I just let him do his thing and waited for him to leave. By family members who showed up unannounced, now they text or call before dropping in , once by my sons' friend who I did not know was at the house, I had been outside mowing when he arrived and when I was finished I stripped off and put my clothes in the washer and was walking thru the house to go to the shower and almost walked into him, we were both surprised , by my neighbor while putting out sprinklers for the new lawn early one morning, and recently by the Jehovah witness people. I recently moved and now I live in a remote country setting in the woods and can be naked at home and outside without fear of being seen by neighbors and I was outside enjoying reading my book on my yard swing and did not hear the car coming up the dirt road that leads to the house until the last minute, by then it was too late as the driveway is between the house and the trees where the swing hangs.
Syndicated in The Emerging Nudist By: I am going to the home of John and Connie, who withhold their last names, to have my first social nude experience. Pulling up to the driveway, I am floored by the beautiful, secluded home. I shyly ring the bell and look through the glass front door into the house, and see an awesome view of Lake Travis, which lines the backyard.