(With special thanks to LaseredSmooth)

This is true story of nudism and exhibitionism; one I recall often. As it took place I was a recently divorced 47 year old living in the Bay Area. I have always been told I’m attractive. I know I’m reasonably fit. I knew I was well-endowed from early experiences. I loved the wide-eyed reaction my big, circumcised cock would elicit when girls saw it for the first time. With that comes certain amount of confidence and perhaps underpins my exhibitionist tendencies. I have enjoyed being nude outdoors since I was young. The possibility that I may be seen (and hopefully admired) was always a thrill. Throughout my 20 plus years of marriage these tendencies lay largely dormant. Then my marriage disintegrated.

So, here I was, a newly minted divorce’ living alone in San Francisco. One of the things I began to do regularly was to take a motorcycle ride up into Marin Co. where there was a hot tub / day spa spot where I could enjoy some nude soaking and sunbathing. I would go early in the day when the air was cool and after a 45 minute ride the hot tub was especially welcoming.

At this time of the day I was often the only one there. I was still feeling a little awkward about being nude around strangers and was especially concerned about the potential embarrassment of getting a hard on around a woman or women I didn’t know. They might take offense or feel threatened and I could be asked to leave. I was new to social nudism and wasn’t sure about the etiquette. So being alone was fine.

The spa was modest, with a large jacuzzi/small pool at ground level. It was enclosed on all sides. On the first floor there was a cold plunge tub and a sauna which I almost never used. The facility also had an upper deck for sunbathing, which overlooked the hot tub area.

When I arrived and checked in I assumed I was the first customer of the day as usual. I was given a towel by the attendant before undressing in the locker room. I took off my riding leathers and boots, then my shirt, pants and underwear before stuffing them all in a locker and shivering a little in the cool morning air. I headed out to the tub wearing just the towel looking forward to a nice soak. As expected I was alone.

I hung up my towel. As I enjoyed the late morning sunshine angling down on my naked body I felt the stirring of arousal and the start of a swelling in my cock purely from the pleasure of being nude outdoors in a semi-public environment. I enjoyed the sensation of my swollen cock flopping freely from side to side as I stepped over to the wall button perversely placed as far as was possible from the towel hangers. The parade aroused me further, even with no audience. I started the jets and felt the swelling lift my cock as I paced back to slip down into the warm water with a sigh of contentment.

I positioned myself so that a jet was massaging my back, closed my eyes and leaned with my arms out-spread on the edge of the pool. I was soon drifting into that half awake/half asleep state where dreams and memories intertwine. I began to recall memories of previous sexual experiences as I often would. At this point the tension between being sexually excited due to being nude in a public place and the anxiety about being seen erect would usually force me to dispense with any sexual thoughts in order to try to return myself to an unaroused state. Today, however, I was alone, so I let myself enjoy feeling of my cock coming to full attention, swaying in the swirling water. its head bumping against my navel as it was buffeted back and forth.