French canals naked

Last summer I took a boat through the french canals to the Med on my own. Most of the way it was countyside and the odd small town, so I was naked for hours on end and very relaxed. On rounding a bend at the back of a town I was surprised to see the gates to a lock open for me to enter,and still naked. My shorts were in the cabin, no time to get them, so I grabbed a wrap that was on the seat by me and put it on just in time. The wrap is made from a thin net like in net curtains fixed by thin elastic and hook at the waist and open all down one side, its also short and almost see through. Once in the lock the lockkeeper took my lines and I stood on the cabin top to hold them as the boat slowly rose up the lock. As I looked round me I could see people all round the lock whatching the boat in the lock and I was standing there almost naked. There was also a lite breeze blowing around the lock and it was blowing my wrap about and showing more of me than I had wished. Once the lock was full I slowly coiled the lines back on deck as the people snapped away with there camars, by this time I was loveing it and would have gone nude if they had ask me. I pushed the boat away from the side with boat hook and leand across the cabin top to stow it as the breeze lifted my wrap to Whooos from those watching. Once out of the lock and just 50yds from it, I could hold back no longer and took of the wrap turned round and waved to those still looking at me, some still snapping away. It was so exciting I had loved ever moment, from now on I was going to push the boundry all the way. Often when I stopped in the evening I would cycle along the footpath naked for 2 or 3 miles to excersize, often meeting others out rideing. Sometimes I stopped to chat if they could speack a little english.