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Back when I was 16 years old in 1976, I had a longer summer break than usual due to exams. The weather was glorious by our standards and we even had a spell where the temperature stayed above 90 Fahrenheit for 16 days on the trot . I had the house to myself most weekdays and, of course, I was naked while indoors most of the time.

The only question was what to wear in the garden. Nudity was out of the question. Swimming trunks felt too tight and restrictive in the heat, while shorts without underpants were too loose around the genitals to be comfortable. The solution, I thought, was to make myself a Tarzan-style loincloth. So I stripped naked, took a long-sleeved elasticated football shirt (the one I'd worn for an ill-fated strip game the previous summer, see "Bluff Called on Striptease Game"), put it against my bare bottom, tied the arms together round my waist at the front to make a kind of belt, then stretched the shirt up between my legs and tucked it in under the knot. Perfect. I didn't even have to undo the knot to go for a pee, but tying it at the front was to be my downfall.

Things went well until one day, a couple of hours before my parents were due back, I remembered I was supposed to sort the month's newspapers and flyers to cut out any money-off coupons before bundling the unwanted papers up for disposal the next day. They were piled on the floor in the corner of an extension building on the back of my parents house. The room had a large window close to the boundary with the neighbours, both overlooking and overlooked by their garden through an area of low fencing. I usually avoided being nude or even topless in there because they could see right in and the lady of the house (B) was an old school friend of my older sister, but thinking there was plenty of time before she came home from work, I squatted down in the corner and started cutting out not only coupons, but also some pictures of Page 3 Girls, topless women who used to appear in UK newspapers.

Losing track of the time, I suddenly felt cramp in my thighs and as I stood up I felt a tickle down below as my penis started to grow big, either due to coming out of a scrunched up position or a delayed reaction to studying bare breasts. Yawning and stretching my arms above my head, I turned around to see B was back early and taking her washing in. My movements must have attracted her attention and she was looking straight at me!

As I stood there, frozen like a rabbit in the headlights, totally mortified that B was seeing me dressed in only a loin cloth, the knot sprang open and it fell to the floor, leaving me literally erect and stark naked with an heroic sized boner pointing directly at her! After what seemed an age of us being frozen in place whilst she looked directly at me standing hands above my head, fully frontal naked body in full view, during which my glans pushed itself out from under my foreskin, she eventually looked down at the washing line and with the spell broken I dropped to the floor as if shot.

A couple of days later, my Dad came up to me in that room, gestured towards the window, said "You do realise that you can be seen through there?", nodded knowingly and walked away. For months afterwards, my sister would sing a pop song with B's name in it whenever she saw me. Even now if I hear that song on the radio I'm taken back to that incident.

Apparently, word got around that B had seen you naked through the nearby windows & this eventually got back to your Dad. Did he seem annoyed or upset when he let you know or just kind of indifferent?

In a similar situation my own father would have been enthusiastic unless he was getting actual complaints from the neighbor. Also, in my late father's case, his level of amusement at any Nick nudity would have been enhanced by the level of alcohol he had consumed at that time.

Thanks for reading and thank you for the question. My Mom was a bit snitty about that kind of thing and would have told my Dad to say something to me. I think he was probably vaguely amused about it especially as he almost certainly would have heard something second hand from my sister like " B told me that our M was walking round the extension playing Tarzan the other day and guess what? His loin cloth fell off and she saw everything!" It would've sounded like something from a Carry On film.
He also knew that I was quite shy at that time because I had kept him waiting when he forgot his house keys and I wouldn't open the front door without my shirt on, so would've been horrified to have been seen topless by B, let alone fully naked! So punishment enough and no need for him to lecture me.

Yup----like my Dad, he only admonished you due to flack he was getting from others.

So, if I'm getting that right, you actually didn't want your Dad (or other family members) to see you even shirtless?

As I've detailed before, My Dad subtly encouraged my periodic naked runs from my bedroom at one end of the hallway to the bathroom which was visible from the lower landing of our split level ranch house, even when our friends the Weinglasses were over for Saturday afternoon cocktails after their golf game. Of course, Dad & Mr. Weinglass had spent considerable break times from playing golf to stop in at "The 19th Hole."

NickTwisp wrote: Sat May 30, 2026 7:22 pm Yup----like my Dad, he only admonished you due to flack he was getting from others.

So, if I'm getting that right, you actually didn't want your Dad (or other family members) to see you even shirtless?

As I've detailed before, My Dad subtly encouraged my periodic naked runs from my bedroom at one end of the hallway to the bathroom which was visible from the lower landing of our split level ranch house, even when our friends the Weinglasses were over for Saturday afternoon cocktails after their golf game. Of course, Dad & Mr. Weinglass had spent considerable break times from playing golf to stop in at "The 19th Hole."

How do you think your dad would have reacted if you strolled out butt naked in front of the guests instead of dashing to your room?

Freesub wrote: Sat May 30, 2026 8:04 pm How do you think your dad would have reacted if you strolled out butt naked in front of the guests instead of dashing to your room?

By just running down the hallway to the bathroom (ostensibly to take a shower) I was maintaining the illusion of my nudity being brief & accidental. If I had done a casual nude stroll down to the lower-level living room the reaction might have been less accepting, especially with their guests present. If nothing else my mother who was also present would likely have told me to go back to my room or the bathroom & get dressed. Probably Dad would not have really cared and just continued to laugh.

NickTwisp wrote: Sat May 30, 2026 7:22 pm Yup----like my Dad, he only admonished you due to flack he was getting from others.

So, if I'm getting that right, you actually didn't want your Dad (or other family members) to see you even shirtless?

As I've detailed before, My Dad subtly encouraged my periodic naked runs from my bedroom at one end of the hallway to the bathroom which was visible from the lower landing of our split level ranch house, even when our friends the Weinglasses were over for Saturday afternoon cocktails after their golf game. Of course, Dad & Mr. Weinglass had spent considerable break times from playing golf to stop in at "The 19th Hole."

It wasn't that I didn't want Dad to see me shirtless, it was because he'd knocked the front door instead of using his key and I didn't want to risk being seen in public as I was having loads of confidence issues at the time.

I was also suffering from guilt over the aborted Strip Jack Naked game the year before (as told in "Bluff Called on Striptease Game") due to the high moral teaching from my Mom. In my mind then, I had been wrong to suggest a strip game to two little girls and should've closed it down when they showed an interest instead of hoping they would chicken out.

I was still beating myself up over continuing the game to the point where I'd lost my underwear and accidentally flashed an inch of my penis to them, so with that and exam pressure I was a really mixed up kid at the time.

With my Mom ruling the roost, sadly, there was never any chance of the sort of "brief and accidental" nudity for fun as you described being either initiated or condoned by my Dad.