I've just returned from a business trip to Munich, Germany. If you know the city then you'll know of the Englischer Garten which is large park in the centre of the city. However this park has a reputation for a nude sunbathing area on one of the grassy lawns!

After my meetings had finished, before heading to the airport for my flight home, I headed to this park. Still wearing my business suit I walked into the nudist area, ignoring the visitors to the city who couldn't quite believe what they were seeing.

To my disappointment there were only a few men, scattered around the lawn which was bordered by 2 public pathways and a small stream. Across the stream was a few thousand couples and families, but not naked.

I found my pitch in the centre of the lawn. I wasn't brave enough at the time to be too close to paths or the other clothed sun worshippers.

With no towel to lie on I took off my jacket, lying it on my bag. I slipped off my shoes and socks. Took off my shirt, laying it on my jacket - the fresh air and warm mid-May sun felt both refreshingly cool and warming on my skin. I dropped my trousers, and tidied them away as the rest of my clothes. Taking a long deep breath, I tugged at my shorts, pulling them down to my ankles. My cock sprung free, and I realised I was a lot more erect than maybe acceptable, so knelt down on the grass and tried to relax.

When I was able to lie back - without looking like a human sundial - I opened my legs slightly so that the sun and air to get to my balls. It felt so good to be naked, out doors, with all those people around, some clothed, some not.

My chosen spot was between the 2 paths, and after a while I looked over when I heard a group of 3 young girls walking along the path to my left. They were close enough to see me, see that I was naked, but not close enough to see me in detail. Was right to be this far from the paths? Should I have been braver and picked a more exposed spot for my exhibitionism?

After some time, letting the warm sun bath my naked body, the cool breeze occasionally picking up the hairs on my chest as it did the grass on the lawn, I decided it was probably time to leave. My flight wasn't flexible, and I had to be at the airport in a couple of hours.

I sat up, looking around me. The odd tourist could be seen on the paths, looking at me and the other naked men. But no one was walking into or out of the nudist area.

Then I could just see a figure, turning off the path and onto the grass, choosing to walk though and not around the lawn. A woman in a cream business jacket, and matching short skirt. She looked both businesslike and tremendously sexy, her long brunette hair, her large sunglasses. She was walking straight towards me. OMG.

I looked away for a moment, so not to stare. I looked back, no she's definitely walking straight towards me, and within about 4 - 5 minutes she'd be close enough to see me properly, my erect nipples, my warm chest.

If I lay back now, then she'd get an eye-full of my cock and perhaps my balls, if she was really close enough and I kept my legs slightly open.

But why was she choosing to walk this route, straight through a lawn of a dozen naked men? Lol! I'd just answered my own question - because she could walk though a field of naked men. What women wouldn't if brave enough.

Maybe 3 minutes now. I could lie back, then she would definitely see me. But to be this naked, outside, in front of a clothed, sexy women? Was I bold enough to be that brave?

Lie back and wait, or slip on my shorts and start to dress. Those were my options. Exhibitionism or not.

Fuck. Could I do this? Now this moment was here, could I lie naked in front of her as she walked past.

I grabbed a bottle of water, opened the top and rushed to take a big drink, wishing there was some alcohol in the bottle. Instead of swallowing it, in my haste most of the water ran down my chest, soaking my chest hair, running over my wet nipples, all the way down to my pubic hair.

I reached around my bag, almost stabbing at my clothes, making sure they were still dry.

I looked up but to the left. Then to the right. Glancing forwards, I could see that this sexy woman was still walking towards me.

Maybe 2 minutes until she was close enough to see the details of my body. My now wet chest and pubic hair.

2 minutes. Maybe less.

I scrambled onto my knees, and then reached into my bag, reaching around for something to cover my skin, just  in case I wasn't brave enough to be naked in front of her.

         1 minute..........

Fuck she was close now. Close enough for me to see her breasts bob up and down as she walked. Her sexual but discrete cleavage. Her toned skin and long hair. Those long, toned, beautiful legs.

So close I could she was going to pass within 2m or 6ft of me. And if I would see her there, then she could see me. My chest. My nipples. The warm sun on my skin. My bag, and clothes just about kept my modesty and hid my cock from view.

She would be able to see my slowly swelling cock unless I she looked down, over my bag as she walked passed...

Or unless I lay back on the grass, exposing my naked body to the air…

Or unless I...

         30 seconds........

I stood up, grabbing something my bag...

         20 seconds........

... my wristwatch. I pretended to check the time...

         10 seconds........

... I put on my watch, then turned my head just slightly to smile and nod a look of recognition to this beautiful, sexy stranger, walking past me, naked for all but a wristwatch.

She could see me there, naked in front of her. The sun on my body. The water glistening on my skin. She’d chosen to walk through a field of naked men, to get a discrete eyeful of a few of them, and I’d made sure she’d seen all of me. And I do mean all.

I looked at my watch again, so not to stare at her.

         5… 4…3… 2…. 1……

As she walked passed me I turned to my left, watching those gorgeous legs. Christ she was beautiful.

I was about to look forward again when, she turn her head towards me, just enough to see my bum, then looked forward again, and carried on through the Englischer Garten.

I reached down for my clothes, and dressed. There was no reason to stay naked after that close encounter. One I’ll never forget.