I was in Vienna with friends and we saw a bunch of naked protesters. That was rather amusing. 
There was a car parked outside my local bar one night with a woman passed out, topless, in the backseat.
A few friends have flashed me at various parties.
Miami Beach has way more topless activity than Fort Lauderdale Beach, but we get a little bit up here.
And, of course, there are those Mardi Gras trips…but that doesn’t count as random.
When I was a freshman in college. I took a class that met by sitting around in a circle to discuss the topics. Also in the class was a young woman (also a freshman) who was rather amply endowed, with prominent dark-colored nipples. I know this because one day she came to class wearing a white shirt and no bra. Her nipples showed like headlights through the shirt. She also sat directly opposite me in the circle where there was absolutely no chance of me not staring at them. Teenage hormones just demand that certain things be looked at.
She never spoke to me again after that class.
ONe time I was driving down I-95 and went under a pedestrian bridge ( or a bridge with a sidewalk, whatever). As I approached the bridge I notice a woman crossing it who was waving her hands in the air either to some music or out of mental illness. When I was closer to the bridge she was near the peak and suddenly crossed her arms and pulled off her sweater and shirt. Hell-o
Nitpick: Schloss Heilbrunn is in Salzburg, Austria, just over the German border. It’s still full of spritzy goodness.
My addition to the thread is pretty lame. I was walking down the beach during Daytone Bike Week pretty early to get pictures before the beaches got crowded. As I passed a couple sitting in chairs, the man asked the woman to lift up her top to give me a titty shot. She gave my disposable camera the flash of its life.
What is random? As a kid I’ve had plenty of holidays where it turned out the only plausible beach was a nude beach (also saw many of the naked on a boat things). I remember there being billboards for some body lotion with a topless women on it, sometimes I feel nudity isn’t something I specifically notice anymore… saw at least a couple of hundred naked people walking around in the last two days and Tripolar will be happy to know the large majority were fit young women ;).
But honestly, can’t get excited about nudity.
and you’re currently located where???
Well, many years ago I hiked down the 400 foot cliff at Black’s beach in San Diego just to see if the girls were really naked. Yep, they were butt-ass naked alright.
I’ll second that.
I was in highschool and college mid-70’s which seemed to be the peak streaking era. So yeah.
A couple of years ago I was standing on a corner in San Francisco and a whole peleton of naked bike riders rode by. No one batted an eye because, well, San Francisco. Not to mention the Folsom Street Fair and Bay to Breakers.
I’ve told this story here before, but it’s appropriate to the thread, so I’ll tell it again:
During a rain delay at a 2004 Phillies game, a streaker ran onto the field and began to slide around the tarp on his belly. The police and security eventually converged. They caught up with him in the center of the field, slammed him to the turf face down, and cuffed his hands behind his back. Then they got him and walked him off. Trouble was that without a stitch of clothing and with his hands cuffed behind his back, the entire crowd got to see him in all his glory–swinging back and forth and back and forth as they walked him toward one of the dugouts. I remember thinking that one of the police officers could have put his hat to good use and spared us this sight.
Yeah, if you want to see lots of nudity…go to a biker rally.
One of my favorite non-biker exposures to nudity was going to work one day and seeing a guy hitchhiking. He was wearing tennis shoes, a towel and a big smile. When I saw him, I thought that someone’s SO had come home early. I would have picked him up, but I was on my bike and it just wouldn’t have been safe for him. It took way too long for me to realize that he was a Douglas Adams fan.:smack:
My brother and I were sailing off Panama City Beach and went past a little sailboat with 2 girls and a guy in it. After we passed it my brother said “Wait, was that girl naked?” Yep. About a minute later a guy on a SeaDoo came up and ran circles around them until she put her bathing suit back on.
A couple of streakers walked down my street when I was about 10 (would have been mid '70s).
I might have been well known for mooning my friends during drunken college escapades…
Although it’s only a few miles from a major installation teeming with horny sailors and Marines, it never became the expected sausagefest. We were warned off on a couple of counts. Before DADT: fear of an NCIS sweep (even a false accusation would result in an administrative discharge for your own safety); and the “why bother” admonition “Black’s Beach is for Black guys.”
Vermont, apparently, has no public nudity laws, and the mere fact of not wearing clothing in public is not by itself unlawful. As I understand it, the WalMart there has a policy that you can enter the store nude, but you can’t come in clothed and take your clothes off in the store.
Central Missouri, Lake of the Ozarks, Party Cove. Every summer weekend full of top less and naked women in the water, on tubes or on boats. Great place.