Ever since I was young, I’ve always had a thing for being naked in public. As a kid it felt liberating running around the changing rooms at the swimming pool naked. As I got older and discovered masturbating, I always challenged myself to wanking off in more and more extreme places. The back garden, then the front garden, then walking down to the bottom of my street, then progressing up to walking all the way to the local park naked and jerking off there. I was always looking for new and exciting places to wank. My only rule to myself is that during my public missions, I must be completely naked. No shirt, shoes, socks or anything I can use to cover myself. Not a shred of clothing.
Nearly fifteen years later, as a frequent traveller for work, I always look for the chance to practice my hobby in new and exciting places.
This story was on a business trip to Madrid. During my week long stay, I was put in a charming, older hotel with a cute, Spanish receptionist. She would always smile at me and say hola when I saw her. She was beautiful with long dark hair, deep brown eyes, nice tanned skin and long legs.
To my delight, the hotel was ideal for my hobby, mostly quiet and didn’t have any CCTV in the corridors. A couple of days into my stay, I had planned my little mission perfectly. I would get up at 5:30am, walk naked to the stairs and see how far down I dared go. As my room was on the 8th and top floor, I had some distance to go.
My alarm went off as the sky was pink outside. I grabbed my camera which I often used to film myself on my nude explorations and, naked as the day I was born, quietly opened the door, crept out into the corridor, closed it behind me and crept quietly to the stairs. My heart started beating harder as I reached the top of the stairs and started filming myself as I crept down, step by step.
8th, 7th, 6th, as each floor passed, I felt further and further from my clothes and protection and I listened carefully for any sound from the other rooms. Finally I reached the ground floor and the carpeted floor under my bare feet was a nice contrast to the cool marble of the stairs and corridor but served to remind me of how far I was and a light breeze to my genitals from the open window nearby reminded me of how naked I was. Under here was the final stairs to the locked door of the underground car park.
I stepped away from the stairs towards the lobby where I could have been caught from one of 5 possible directions, by anyone from any of the 8 floors above coming down the stairs which I’d just came, from the elevator next to me, the ground floor corridor behind me, the reception area or the window outside. My heart pounded with excitement of being naked in such a risky place and I put my camera in the corner, filming myself as I started touching my cock.
It quickly grew hard and I spent the next 5 minutes wanking off in every position I could think of, laid on my stomach humping the floor, squatting, pressing my cock against the cold metal elevator door and laid on my back spread eagle, jerking furiously, bringing myself to climax and stopping myself, revelling in the thrill of knowing anyone could catch me at any moment. I wanted the savour it.
Before I came, I got up off the floor, peeped around the corner and couldn’t believe my eyes. The gorgeous receptionist was sat there, slumped over the desk, asleep and facing away. She was wearing a skirt and her shoes were off. Her legs were crossed under her chair and her lovely pink soles and painted toes were fully exposed. Having a massive foot fetish, I was stunned.
I grabbed my camera and stopped my video. I then peeped back round to the reception area and grabbed some quick photos of the receptionist. But the adrenaline was getting the better of me and I wanted more.
I stood for a minute to see if she moved. She didn’t. Taking a deep breath, heart pounding, I crept out from behind the corner, crawling towards the sleeping receptionist as close as I dared, careful not to wake her. Soon I was right where she was, as I laid down, right under her perfect bare feet.
The adrenaline pumped through me. If she woke or if someone came at this very moment, I’d be busted without a shred of clothing or dignity. I quickly shot some close up pictures and a short video of her perfect pink soles and painted toes but I couldn’t get any upskirts because of how she was sat. I then took a deep breath and sniffed her feet.
They smelled fantastic. I wanted to lick and suck them so badly. I gently put my camera down and grabbed my cock, jerking off as I brought my face closer to her perfect feet. I stuck out my tongue and slowly licked the end of her big toe. Then I licked it again and she suddenly stirred.
I froze with fear. She shuffled and sighed deeply, wiggling her toes. Hand on cock, I laid in terror, rapidly trying to think of what I would say and do. Thankfully, she didn’t wake and she quickly drifted back into slumber. Adrenaline was surging through my body. Hand on cock, I started jerking off and, staring at the receptionist’s beautiful bare feet, I quickly reached the point of no return.
The combination of being completely naked in such a risky place, 8 stories away from my clothes where I could be caught by the receptionist or anyone coming at any moment and being right under her beautiful feet lead to one of the most intense wanks I’ve ever had. My orgasm felt like it lasted ages as I shot hot spurts of jizz onto my chest and stomach.
After the post-orgasmic euphoria wore off, I very quickly became aware of where I was, what I was doing and how exposed I was. I slowly got out from under her feet and grabbed the camera, crawling back to the elevator area when I heard a sound that terrified me.
I heard the voices of 2 people, a male and a female coming from right above me on the stairs that I had come from. I sprinted down the final stairs to the dark and dusty locked door of the underground car park and squatted, just as they got to the ground floor and to my horror, started coming down the stairs I was under. The door to the car park was locked, I had nowhere to hide and if they came down, I would be completely busted. Just as I was thinking of what I would tell the police and cursing my stupid public nudity fantasies, they stopped, chatted quickly in Spanish, turned back up and continued on to the reception area where I had just been layed naked moments prior.
I breathed a massive sigh of relief and, flight by flight, sprinted back up the stairs, 3 steps at a time. On one of the floors, I heard a door open behind me but I didn’t stop to find out if I’d been seen, I continued up to the 8th floor and back to the safety of my room, panting with exhaustion.
I came down later that day filled with dread, unsure of what would happen. Maybe the receptionist had noticed me under her. Maybe the couple or the person who opened their room door had spotted my naked butt and reported me.
Thankfully as I came down, the receptionist smiled and greeted me in the usual way. She hadn’t noticed anything.
Before I left Madrid, I chatted with her for a bit in my poor Spanish. I got her phone number and asked her if she wanted to go out as it was my last night there but she apologised and said something about her boyfriend.
To this day, I still jerk off the the pictures of the receptionist’s perfect feet and the fantasy of my nude public experience on that trip.