Being youthful and running around naked and free

Guest Blog by: George S Mycroft

Running around naked and free as child:

At one time in my life, I used to live in a gatehouse cottage attached to the stables and outbuildings of a classic grain mill situated in the rolling dales of the East Riding of Yorkshire, in England.

The mill had long since ceased its frank trade, had fallen into disuse, and had then been converted into a personal house, owned by a local surgeon of some repute as I recall.

His wife was an artist and, at her behest, a studio with big northlights were adapted in part of the construction.

This was no windmill, though, but a water mill, and its new owners had kept the mill race as a distinctive and agreeable attribute, flowing alongside and then under their new house.

Running around Naked and Free in the Gardens

Below the house, with its becurtained french windows gazing blankly over the formal gardens nearby, the diverted waters fell in a gay cascade under the balustrade of a terrace, into a holding pond surrounded by yards, before meandering their way back to their own mom-flow, the nearby river.

The whole house and gardens lay quietly at the end of a lengthy drive between some fields and, although situated on the outskirts of a small market town whose modern, developing housing estates had encroached to the very edge of its domain, it still retained the quiet and seclusion that has been much beloved by the wildlife of the area.

The river formed one edge to the whole property, with wild, unkempt and often waterlogged land beyond. Wild bunnies, ducks, hedgehogs and the occasional fox seen and enjoyed those green yards of the old factory, skirting their way around the ever-present earthen domes of molehills, which lay like brownish, bulging pustules on the lawns' overgrown faces.

The house, after I lived there, was empty - sold on to an area hotelier and publican who meant to eventually renovate the property and live in it himself.

It was old now and in need of some tender, loving care; a somewhat careworn house with drooping, decaying outbuildings and an old-fashioned, draughty bungalow which we hence let for a song.

On the other hand, having less human habitation had allowed nature to re-colonise the place, as she always does. Young birds chirped and then flew from nests buried under the old pantile roofs of the stables, wild flowers grew where more formal flowerbeds had once held sway, and the previously pristine roses were straggly and tortuously intertwined, with many shoots in their wild ancestors happily in evidence.

It was a quiet, happy, tranquil, secret area afterward and an utter delight to live alongside - which somewhat compensated for the cottage's less-than-perfect interior and draughty doors and windows. Moving in during late winter, those polar jets were all too rapidly uncovered and suffered, but the arrival of spring brought undreamed-of delights.

The dawning day and the birds' morning chorus used to wake me early. Stealing nude from underneath warm and snuggly sheets and blankets, the night-cooled atmosphere of your house nipped every tactile point on my air-clad skin and heralded a swift awakening!

Going silently downstairs, missing A Rundown Of Nudity in the Movies Throughout History , I padded barefoot through the family room, smelling the dead coals' smell from last night's open fire. A fast double-creak of the wooden back door and I stood naked at the outer limits of what became a most memorable and pleasurable, regular experience.

My first job was to silently stand and use all my senses to consume every aspect of this new day. I listened intently, detecting distant sounds from houses and roads close by, but divorced from this secret world, for they were as though intruding from another dimension. They merely impinged on one's aural perceptions.

More immediately, there was Teachers, Delete Your Nudist Pics - Even Bikini Photographs Can Get You Fired , and rustles in nearby bushes; a blackbird tugging determinedly at a recalcitrant worm in a nearby bed of earth. Subsequently that delightful, damp, nearly-fecund odor of just dawning day.

I breathed it in deeply and savored its musty flavors its earthiness, sensing its chill flooding into my welcoming lungs. Cool zephyrs caressed their way over my tightened skin as my eyes took in every aspect of the courtyard and the garden before me.

Completely alerted to my setting, I then trotted forwards towards the old factory, reveling in my own physical independence and my nakedness in the cool air, sensing the little pebbles of the drive on the balls of my feet sending sharp reminders of my barefooted-ness rocketing to my brain.

My eyes scanned the drive as I moved forward, alert for any indications of unwanted business on the drive to the home, an early morning walker perchance, who might see me going pink-skinned and clothing-free away from your bungalow.

Reaching the safety of the hedgerow at the far side of the drive, my feet struck the wet grass of the garden path -- and I was off!!

It was a very big garden, mainly laid out to yard, open and wide and uncut, and it was here, hidden by the external world, that I ran in utter and entire naked freedom as quickly as my legs would take me, feeling the cool earth thumping beneath my feet and the dripping droplets of heel-kicked dew striking my bare buttocks and coursing their way down my backside and legs.

I ran and I ran and I ran, the chill air now flood into my gasping lungs, legs flashing freely, over the ornamental bridge at the far end of the holding pond, past the trees and out of sight of the house, in my own own green-and-silver, flashing world, until I espied the end of the garden and, with a mental cry of utter pleasure, I threw myself length ways into that dew-bedecked, grassy nirvana and rolled over and over and over in absolute sensual delight until I was saturated, spent, cooled and joyfully happy.

It was absolute and complete sensation, a total aliveness; pure, delightful, enveloping, sensory contact -- and, god, it felt good!!

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