After that night of prancing about nude in my balcony and around my building, I embraced my new naked risk-taking hobby with the enthusiasm of a new convert. I could not do anything for a while after that night, because Anagha, my air-hostess roommate was back in town. But luckily, Anagha informed me that in a few days, she would be gone for a week for some training program in Malaysia. From then on, it was a countdown in my head, in days, hours and minutes, until she left. And finally she left.

The final episode of that night, with Moti (the dog) barking and a couple of lights coming on had made me cautious. So the first night after Anagha left was more or less a replay of that earlier night. I waited till about 2:30 am, and then started my excursions. I made frequent naked trips to the balcony, spending several minutes sitting on the ledge naked even as multiple cars passed by. I went up and down the stairs a few times. Walked naked around the other wings. I also did a little new stuff. Like walking naked up and down the stairs of wings 3 and 5. I also did the locking myself out thing by hiding keys in different places, but all within the "safe" zone. By the time that night was through, I had masturbated almost a dozen time in different locations all over the building. And no, I did not encounter the dog again, but then I had kept a more-than-safe distance from wing 1 and the watchman's kiosk.

The next evening as I was in my car coming back from work, I started thinking that I needed to take it up a notch that night. The same routine for a third night would get bo-ring. I tried thinking of a scenario in which I could go past the watchman's kiosk. Maybe a naked run around the whole building late at night if he was asleep. But whatever scenario I thought of, it seemed too risky and even foolish. The key was not getting caught and anything in the vicinity of the watchman's kiosk was almost like begging to get caught.I could not be certain that he slept every night.

As I turned on the road leading up to my building, I suddenly remembered the abandoned building opposite my balcony. Surely, that could be a useful location. Instead of driving into my building, I turned, went to the back and parked my car next to the abandoned building. Got out, locked the car, and surveyed what I saw. As I mentioned the last time, the thing had been abandoned after the builder went bankrupt. There were two empty lots on either side. And beyond the abandoned building was just vacant barren land with wild grass. The land beyond the abandoned building had not yet been allotted for development by the Delhi Development Authority.

I slowly walked towards it. Some cars were passing by and there were a few people walking past me on the street. But the abandoned building itself looked gray and completely deserted. It was three floors high (fourth floor incomplete) and kinda small... equivalent of half a wing of my building. It seemed little more than just the frame with columns and slabs, with only about half the walls filled in with bricks. There were a couple of mounds of gravel on the outside, and some broken bricks lying around. I approached the concrete stairs very slowly.

Looked around to see if there was someone like a caretaker there to ask me what I was doing. I had a story ready. I was going to say I work for a builder, he is interested in buying this land, and had sent me to take a look around. Didn't need to use the story eventually. The few people passing by on the street were paying no attention to my being there. There were a few people in the balconies of my building, but they didn't seem to be looking at me either. So I walked up the concrete steps, and examined the whole building. It was completely abandoned as I had suspected. Most of the walls that had been built were on the back and the side of the building. The front was just columns and slabs with gaping rectangles where the walls should be.

This seemed perfect for tonight, I thought to myself. Went back up to the third floor. Took out my key chain. It had an extra copy of my apartment key. Took it out of the key ring, and placed it in the farthest corner. Skipped down the stairs, got in my car and went home.

All through the evening and early on in the night I kept going to the balcony (clothed, not naked) and looking at the abandoned building, excited about my plans for later that night. The plan must seem fairly obvious to you by now. I would get naked, lock myself out, and then cross the back street, go up the abandoned building, get the key and come back. I know what you're thinking. Wouldn't I have to go past the watchman to get out of my building?

Fortunately, I would not. There was a small gate in the back compound wall which was always kept locked. It wasn't too high - just about 4 feet. And it didn't have spikes on top of it to keep intruders out. Someone athletic like me would have no trouble just climbing and jumping over it. At about 11 pm, I decided to take a short nap before my adventure. I set the alarm for 2:45 am, and went to sleep.

Got up when the alarm went off, took off all my clothes and got naked. Went to the balcony first. It amazed me how nonchalant I was these days in going to the balcony naked. What a contrast from just a few days ago when I had panicked at being out there naked for a few seconds. Anyway, I stood in the balcony and examined the abandoned building carefully. It seemed completely empty and deserted, just like when I had visited it in the evening. There was no one on the streets as far as my eyes could see.

This adventure was going to require a touch of luck.... or rather, an absence of bad luck. I had estimated the time it would take for me to go from the outside of my building after jumping off the gate, to go into the abandoned building to be around 10 seconds. I just had to cross the street. I would make sure there were no pedestrians around before I got out of my building, of course. The only risk was of a vehicle suddenly driving by. But over the past few nights I had observed that the frequency of vehicles on the back road that late at night was very low. Maybe one vehicle every half hour or so. So the odds were in my favor.

I looked around and made sure all the windows and balconies in my building were dark and empty. And then decided, well, here goes. No point in dilly-dallying. I walked out of my door. Stood there naked for a few seconds with the door open.... asked myself one last time... was I sure I wanted to do this? Yes, I was. This was going to be awesome! Pulled the door, and heard the lock click shut. Well, no going back now, I said to myself.

Started walking down the stairs. This had become a routine too, so I was nonchalant again. How short-lived that nonchalance was to be. As I reached the first floor and was about to walk down the final flight of stairs and descend to the ground floor..... what was that? A car's noise? Yes. Please don't let it be for my wing, please don't let it be for my wing. Damn, it was! The car stopped right in front of my wing and some people got out.

I could hear voices. A male and a female. I instantly recognized the female voice with a shock - it was my roommate Anagha! Why was she here? She was supposed to be in Malaysia for the whole week. I slowly poked my head around to see who was with her. It was an older man... probably in his fifties. Who the hell was he, I wondered. I had never seen him before. Could it be her father? Very likely. As they started walking closer with their suitcases in hand, I ran back up to the 2nd floor and crouched in a dark corner. They were almost sure to take the elevator. Which they did.

I watched the elevator display indicate that it had reached the 6th floor. And I faintly heard Anagha and the older man walking inside the apartment and shutting the door. I sat down on the stairs in disappointment. What was I to do now? If it had been Anagha alone, I might have still gone up, knocked the door, and gone in. She would have seen me naked, I would have had to explain myself, she would have been shocked and scandalized. Maybe even wanted to change roommates. But at least my predicament would have ended. I could not do that since this old man, probably her dad, was with her. The shame would be too much. I decided that going up and knocking the door naked, with the old man there, was simply not an option.

What if Anagha noticed me gone? Shouldn't be too big of a deal, I thought. She might just assume I am away for the night. My clothes were strewn around in the living room, but she might put it down to my untidiness. So there was no danger of her looking around for me.

Well, I told myself, the basic task remains the same. Even if she had not turned up, I would have had to go across the street naked, get the keys and let myself in. I'll have to do that anyway. I'll just make sure to wait until she had fallen asleep and then sneak back in. The man, maybe her dad, would probably sleep in the guest bedroom. So the living area would be empty. I'd just open the door in the dark quietly and run to my bedroom.

Alright then, I thought. I'd better get on with it. Climbed down the stair and crossed to the back of the building. Everything was dark as usual. And the only light I saw on was through a closed window in our apartment, which was obviously Anagha. However, the window was closed, so unless she came out to the balcony, I was safe. I tiptoed across the back driveway and to the small back gate. Looked up. Our balcony was empty. Checked the street. No cars or pedestrians. Across the road, I could see my destination - the staircase of the abandoned building.

In a jiffy I climbed up the gate, jumped out, and sprinted across the empty street. It seemed like my bad luck for the night was done, because no car came by. Reached the stairs of the abandoned building, took a few steps up and stopped. Turned around to confirm I was still undetected.