It was a warm morning yesterday and I woke early and felt full of beans
I decided to go cycling, nearly naked.
I went for about an hour with just a leather breech cloths at front and back.
It was wonderful!! When you haven't got shorts on your legs move so easily, free of the constricting lycra.
I could feel the breeze through my toes and over my whole body.
As I approached home, still in the countryside, I was passed by a lady cyclist.
She asked 'Why are you naked?'
I pointed to the leather cloth covering my genitals and said 'I'm not naked! I love being naked. Don't you?'
But she sped off.
When I got home there was a small boy riding round on the pavement by my house (he is about 7 years old I think)
As I pushed my bike in the house he called
'Excuse me. Why are you naked?'
'I'm not naked!' I said (again) flapping my breech cloth to show that it existed.
'Yes you are!' he chuckled.
'I'm not!' I said, flapping my breech cloth again
'I love the feel of the air over the skin' I added
As I turned to go he said 'Your back one's ripped'
'It'll do.' I said, and went inside.
I grant you that the breech cloth at the back is narrow, revealing the buttocks but not the bum crack, and it is pale tan so might not be noticed from a distance.
And the front cloth would not be apparent as I am sitting, leaning forward.
But I wasn't naked!