Some [f]un on a golf course in the summer

This all happened this past summer. I was 18 years old at my family’s summer house, and I couldn’t sleep because I was too excited for my late night plans. I love the daring thrill of walking outside and stripping off my clothes in the middle of the night, feeling the wind against my body and the grass between my toes, wondering if anyone might be watching. And today was a perfect night for it!

It was a little bit rainy, which feels amazing against my skin, but it means I need to be extra daring and strip out of my clothes before leaving the house. I slipped out of my pajamas, and quietly went out the front door, hoping nobody would drive by as I gingerly walked across the pebbled driveway, being sure not to wake up my family with a major shift in the rocks.

When I reached the backyard, I lay down on the wet grass and felt amazing! I could immediately see that it was a special night. I had done all the work to get out here, and was in no mood to go back now. It was time to get a bit more daring.