Heck, I've done it with prying eyes...who cares?

If we're using the term 'adult' to mean physically mature, then yeah I have--but it wasn't so 'afar'. It was the lake a friend lived on...off her backyard. (The largest lake in our area.) We went skinny dipping by moonlight. Great fun until the neighbor's motion sensors came on. Darn nosy neighbors. Those were the good ol' days!

I'm pretty modest...I've never done it!

Like Sosueme, I've done it in a lake, as an adult, with prying eyes all around me. I like surprising people with my comfort at being naked.

Yes I have and in the ocean and a few rivers. It just feels so different and so wonderful to just be naked and with the water and sun on you.

Yes in private situations.

'Fraid not. I'll put it on my to do list though!

I havent as an adult, but I did as a teen a few times.

Not at a lake. We did at a condo association's pool. I have to let you, the reader, know what was or wasn't happening at that time: It was over 25 years ago - in the early 1980's. The DUI laws on the books weren't enforced at all. There weren't any roadblocks or checkpoints. Cell phones or car phones were only seen on the TV. It happened in the summer; the end of the last day of a very long work week or maybe it was after working back-to-back weeks - without a day off. "The Goddess" (the lady I was dating at that time) and I and quite a few other folks were at one of the clubs we frequented. In our particular group, our ages were late 20's to early 40's. ALL of us were in the Food and Beverage business. Our positions were utility people ("dishwashers"), bus people, waiters and waitresses ("Servers" today), cooks, chefs and managers. We danced, sang, partied, played liars' poker, played backgammon, did shots, had beers, etc. We had a great time! "Last call" was already served. The club was getting ready to close. It was very early in the morning - maybe 3:30 or 4:00 AM. Someone made the "suggestion", instead of going to breakfast as we usually did, "Let's go swimming!" BUT not one of us belonged to a pool or had a pool in our yards! Someone had the "brilliant" idea to crash the pool at one of the local condo developments in a neighborhood close to where most of us lived. Someone else said he or she knew "THE perfect pool"! There were about 14 to 20 of us. We got into our cars and formed a convoy to the pool. We drove about 15 miles. (Fortunately the condo we were going to was less than a mile from our apartment.) We drove to the condo development and continued to the pool's parking lot. The pool was lit-up like the ladies and gentlemen living there were expecting us! The lights in the pool and around the pool were on. There were a few lights lit on the deck surrounding the pool. The chairs and chaise lounges were opened-up. PILES of clean, folded towels were on one of the tables! BUT when someone tried opening the gate, she found out the gate was locked using a heavy chain and padlock! Did that stop us? Nope! Someone started walking around the high, black, wrought iron fence - looking for a way to scale the fence and get into the pool area. There was one corner of the fence with alternating, horizontal bars. That corner was obscured by one or two of the tall pine trees around the pool area's perimeter. It was almost an invitation! The person who found it motioned for us to come on and follow him or her over the fence. It was like playing "Follow the Leader". One by one, each of us climbed those perfectly-spaced horizontal bars. That part of the fence was like climbing a built-in ladder! Even with a buzz it was easy to climb up, over and down. Once inside, each of us began undressing: taking off shirts, pants, shoes, socks, vests, slacks, blouses, underwear, bras, pantyhose and panties. Before the last person was over the fence, the first few people were in the pool. As the last person got over the fence, somebody went off the diving board in a cannonball! Another did a belly-flop! Someone brought in a couple bottles of liquor and some "travelers" or "travel cups". These were plastic cups the bartenders put the "Last Call" drinks in. After all, bartenders had lives to live, too! We were in that pool until the just before sunrise - probably an hour or so. We carried on like we lived in that condo development! As though it was the middle of the afternoon and we were appropriately dressed! Not one of those statements was true. We had a terrific time! No one got sick. No one got hurt. No one bothered us! The police never made their rounds that morning! When we saw the first crack or daylight, we knew we had to get out of there. Some folks tried getting dressed. Othersjust put on shoes and scaled the fence stark naked. When "The Goddess" and I go home she started putting-up the coffee so it would be almost ready when we got up. All of a sudden I hear, "Oh NO! OOOhhhh NO! Where is IT? WHERE IS IT?" I came into the kitchen and saw "Pat" holding the pinky finger of her left hand. Before I could even ask what was going on, she came toward me and frantically said, "YOU have to go back to the pool! (I emphasized "YOU") You have to go back NOW!" I looked at her finger. I knew right away what she was so concerned about. She lost her diamond ring. The ring was a "keepsake", which was given to her many years before I met her. She was in a panic and frantic! She was pushing me toward the door, almost screaming for me to go get it right that second! By turning in one direction and getting out of her way, I stopped being pushed. I aid to her, "I'm not going back right this second. There isn't enough light to see that ring - no matter where it is. Did you have it on when we left the club?" She replied, "I don't remember. I think so." I said to her, "It can only be in one of 3 places: at the club, in the car or at the pool. We know if it's at the club it will be turned in. We know if it's in the car, no one is going to find it until one of us goes out to the car. The only place where you're in danger of it not being returned is at the pool." "If I go back there now, I KNOW I'll get locked-up for breaking and entering. I PROMISE you as soon as I get up, I'll get dressed and go over there to look for it. There's nothing I can do about it now. Come on, let's get some rest." We went to sleep - kind of. After about 10 or 15 minutes she got up, made the coffee and stayed in the living room. I could hear her crying and blowing her nose. There was absolutely nothing I could do. I KNEW if I went to comfort her, it wouldn't do anything. I went into a kind-of half-sleep. I got up a couple hours later, got dressed and drove over to the pool. The pool just opened. The lifeguard was straightening the chairs. I went in and introduced myself. I told him we were there (I didn't dare tell him when) and my sweetheart lost her ring. The lifeguard went to the pool's service shed and took something off one of the horizontal boards. As he was handing me the ring, he asked, "Is this it?" I felt it's weight (it weighed about 1/2 oz.) and as soon as he moved his hand away, I KNEW right away it we Pat's. There was that familiar gold snake, coiled, ready to strike, with that LARGE diamond set in the middle of the coiled snake! He told me when he while he was servicing the pool, he saw something shiny on the bottom, dove in and retrieved it. As a reward, I THINK I gave him $50 or $100. When I returned home, Pat was fast asleep on the sofa. I didn't have to wake her up to give it to her. I just put it on the coffee table next to her coffee cup. I went back to bed. A few hours later I heard A SCREAM OF JOY! "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" If the neighbors weren't up already, it was enough to wake up ALL the neighbors in the apartment building! It was enough to get me up! We got dressed and went out for a late lunch or early dinner. As far as I'm concerned, that was THE LAST time I went "skinny-dippin'" as an adult! Thanks for asking your Q! I enjoyed answering it! VTY, Ron Berue Yes, that is my real last name! Sources: Because you asked. A little stroll down "Memory Lane". "THE University of Hard Knocks" also known as ("a/k/a") "life's valuable lessons"

Never had the opportunity, although if there were an obvious, no-risk opportunity, I wouldn't turn it down. (And I don't even like swimming.)