Naked neighbour
There’s always one.
Here’s a firsthand take on what goes through the minds of those who parade their homes in the complete or semi-nude.
Hi, I’m the half-naked neighbour on good days and the full on noood (nude) lady on great days.
My living space encompasses the top level of a two level house. The large, grandiose windows and outside deck in the lounge soak up sun and light. The airflow from the rustling trees whisks through the enormous sliding door. On the right hand side of this space, two of my neighbours reside on the same level – clothed.
The first time neighbour number one was accidentally treated to the sight of my bosoms, kebabs, boobies was the day they hosted guests on their deck. The guests were a couple of grown ups with their teenage sons, joining said neighbours who also have three teenage sons.
Now, I don’t identify as a nudist. I’m just a girl (mom with a breastfed baby), standing in-front of a huge sliding door, asking the breeze coming through it to cool her. On this fateful day, as I realised there were eyes on me, it happened really quickly – a few seconds, give or take half a minute. They saw me – tata’s out, sporting only cute bottoms.
Here’s the thing, do they really know what they saw? Or, as my reasoning goes, do they think they saw ‘kaboobies’ but because of the quickly timed event they couldn’t be one hundred percent sure. One of those teenage kids were probably crystal clear on what they saw. Somewhat of a ‘Stifler’s mom moment – millennials will catch that. Whoops.
Following from this event there have been small tidbits of boob-peek-a-boo. Unintentionally of course. Neighbour number two are a couple who host various boarders throughout the year. Their top bedroom windows overlook my living space.
If at this point you’re wondering what I look like – I’m a hot mom. Yeah, I said it. Gone are the days where women should be submissive and not totally confident in who they are. I’m a millennial. A confident (late) thirty-something living her best life with hubby and two kids. As mentioned earlier, the youngest is breastfed. Hence, I’m always ready to go at my two-year old’s beck and call. I simply do not see the need to wear top clothing most days. What a drag it would be every hour or so to undo my brassier and unbutton. It’s what works for me, even if the neighbours quickly and unintentionally see.
On the great days, i.e. unclothed and wearing only a smile, it is simply living unapologetically. What can I say? From time to time, one needs to dash out of the shower to turn off the oven or run into the lounge when one of the kids is screaming. Albeit in front of curtains which are always drawn and gigantic deck windows which are always open.
Sometimes it’s just plain hot. It’s our natural state. And if it’s not your neighbours that are in the nude, let it be you – go on. I recommend it. Be naked responsibly.
