I love how the breeze feels, that’s all. The wind gently stirring blows my hair and I keep it long so it moves in even the slightest air movement. Just before I go out I brush it to remove any knots and sometimes I like to run my fingers through it one extra time as I begin.
When the wind is fuller there is even more movement. That’s the feeling I long for. It’s like a cold lover’s hand stroking me, but everywhere at the same time. One time it was so strong I could feel the movement against my thigh, like some sort of living windsock. I thought it might flap back and forth but the wind would never blow like that under normal meteorological conditions. Such a storm as would be necessary would have me scurrying for cover before the leaves started blowing off the trees.
It’s not a sexual thing, not for me anyway. I don’t like being seen and I don’t have any kind of mac that I wear. It started in my backyard when I was a child and at the beach too. Pre-school, running about without clothing is considered perfectly fine. As I grew older and my parents supplied me with three sisters, I was expected to cover up. I visited the beach a lot and dropped my shorts when I was waist-high in water, but the feel of water wasn't the same.
I can sometimes get some sunbathing in when all the family are out for the day but I’ve had a few too many close calls with the neighbours. So I have a few favourite places in the New Forest I like to go. I wear no pants and joggers what can slide down quickly, and take advantage of the time I can get. It’s mostly at night but every so often I treat myself to the daytime. Then the breeze is warm and I can feel the sun and the wind together. I lose myself in the feeling.
I always go at least 20 minutes walk off the main paths, but I might be down near the creek so don’t walk that way if you don’t want to see me. This is for me, not for you.