Nude Drivers on I-95

This is a mostly true story that took place down South, mainly in Florida. I was on a baseball trip. My name is Jess. I was in my mid 50s then, and I was a brave person. Hell, I was a 7-state nudist. That is, I'd been to nudist resorts all over the place, 3 around Atlanta, some in the Carolinas, Florida, Virginia, even a great one in the hills of West Virginia.

As great as the nudist life was, I always wanted to do more. I'd missed out on the big streaking fad back in the 70s when I was in college in Virginia. I had always heard about the great streaking that still goes on at the University of Virginia. Wow. What a rush that would be. What it you got arrested and booked down at the police department in downtown Charlottesville. And better yet, what if the cops took you in naked. What a rush that would be.

As I headed south on I-95 from my nudist club up in West Virginia, I remembered a bit of information one of my nudist friends at the resort told me. They said there was a nudist beach down around Titusville, Florida, where the rockets blast off. The info was go to the last beach at the national seashore there. There were probably 12 regular public beaches down there, but the last beach was special, because nudity was allowed there.

It was a bright warm day in April. I found the nude beach, stripped off all my clothes and laid down on my towel. I saw a nude man and his wife from Canada and we talked just like any tourists would. We were all naked as jaybirds, as we used to say back in West Virginia. The female from Canada was hot, but I had control. Even though I was along the space coast of Florida, my rocket was no where near blast off, you might say.

I had a great day. There was a young man who joined me on the beach. He was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. I was nude, but he never tried our lifestyle. By this time a bunch of people were on the edge of the beach on a wooden lookout tower, above the beach. They were all dressed, but they were having fun watching us out there. It was like they wanted to be out there nude with me, but were afraid to try something new, having fun on the nude beach. The young man seemed to be trying to figure out if I was gay or not. I guess he wanted to see if I was at least a little bi-curious. I did not give him much to go on. I played it straight and he drove away.

I drove on down further south on I-95, got to Fort Pierce for the night. I had a pretty good sun burn by the time I stopped at Cracker Barrel for supper. A cute waitress seemed interested in me. I wished I had a second motel key for her. I was so turned on by my nude beach adventure, I would have given her a hotel key. But I did not make a move. I think when we look back on our love lives, we don't regret many people we slept with, but we do regret the people we did not sleep with. In my case about 5 women and 5 men. I go back and forth on what I would do now if I knew then what I know now. I would have had sex with all 5 women for sure and maybe 2 of the men.

It was now time to go to some baseball spring training games. After all, that was the reason I went to Florida for. At least it was my cover story back home. I saw the Braves play the Mets at Disney, and the Tigers play at Lakeland. It is so much fun to see players at spring training. They are there to get in shape, and the pitchers are there to try out some new pitches. The beauty of it is, wins and losses are not big a deal

After seeing the games, I pulled out of Lakeland, but had an interesting idea. I decided to put an AANR bumper sticker on my car to see if other drivers knew what it meant, and to see if any women might see the sticker and flash me or flash some truckers on I-95. A little later that day, a young couple saw the sticker, saw my cut off vest and waved at me. They were both good-looking. He was driving, and they were both nude in their car in broad daylight on the interstate. It was so cool. It was so exciting to see this. I decided that night in the hotel to get braver in public and on the road the next day.

I go out for breakfast at a diner in Savannah. I stripped down as much as I could in a public place. I had on a tank top, short shorts, and sandals. I think I had a women's bikini bottom under by shorts. I always wanted to put a bikini on to see how naked a women would feel in one. My answer, pretty naked. It exciting to wear so little on a beach or at the pool.

The shorts were real high on my legs when I sat down in the diner. I loved being so sexy and so stripped down. It was a rush.

There were two middle-aged women waiting on me. I got service pretty quickly. They loved my display of flesh. Did I tell you all that my legs were shaved? Yeah, we nudist are smoothies. Looks good with a deep tan.

Then I finish breakfast, leave the diner, and get back on I-95.

I put sunscreen all over my body. I was wearing my cut-off short shorts by then, but no shirt and no sandals or even flip flops..

All of a sudden I start seeing the wildest thing in my life. The most exciting thing in my life. I am surrounded on the Florida interstate by nude drivers. Men driving nude, wives riding nude in the passenger seat, in mid-morning, no less. I get so excited that I join them.

Me nude in my car surrounded by dozens of others who are nude in their cars. I marked down on a pad how many naked people I saw. It was over one-hundred.

I learned to stay in the right lane, go the speed limit, and not pass any big trucks. It was okay if they passed me in the left lane.

I have always admired 18-wheelers, if they pay attention to other drivers on their left in cars they will see naked women, men getting blow jobs, people going down on other people, you name it.

Most people in cars don't even look over at me. All day the big trucks have the greatest view.

But, if you are driving naked, with you in the left lane, and them in the right lane, they will notice you.

By Jacksonville I was too turned on to care. I let a truck pass me. I was nude, they saw me and blew their air horn. It was fantastic. It was one of the greateat road trips of my life.

I saw 4 nude college girls in one car up in South Carolina. I went further north. The further I went, the more people were watching, especially in North Carolina and Virginia. It was scary on one level, but hot as hell on another. What a trip. I can't wait to go back to Florida. Then I got to thinking, what a rush it would be to drive from Canada to Miami nude on I-95. Maybe that is why so many snow-birds from Montreal and Toronto go to Florida in the spring. You see rosa-blanca.ru all day from Canada. I guess they come south to get away from the cold weather, and strip down for the long trip. What a rush that would be.