Kate's Exhibitionist Journey
Chapter 10 - Chica Desnuda
In which Kate keeps everything on display and makes some new friends down on the beach, in her own special way.
Trapped. There was no other word for it. I was trapped.
Through a combination of my growing overconfidence in my ongoing adventures, some additional silly naivete, and a devilishly evil plan from one of my fellow holiday companions, I now found myself cowering behind a rock in the corner of an isolated Spanish cove. Between me and the rental car which represented my only realistic option back to the comfort of the villa that I had been staying in was a group of four total strangers.
And I was completely naked.
Whether it really was revenge she had wanted after my nude follies had ruined her plans for the holiday, or she was simply having a bit of cruel fun with the naked girl she'd found herself with, Maria had well and truly defeated me. I had walked right into every trap she had set, and I had sealed my fate by...
oh god!
...by telling her I'd do anything she asked me to do if only she allowed me to climax, as she'd mercilessly ordered me to pleasure myself at her feet, right here in the sand. And my latest intoxicating, humbling and confusing sexual experience on my nude journey had left me here. Utterly, hopelessly trapped.
I tried to steady my breathing, which had been out of control since Maria had walked back to the group, telling me in no uncertain terms that if I didn't go over and join them all very soon, I was going to be left completely stranded. I had to move. I had to do something. But...
what?!
I looked around, but there was nothing to help me. Nothing to cover me. No towel, no palm leaves, not even some washed-up seaweed I could fashion some sort of mermaid-themed costume from. There was also no other way back to the car. I didn't have to walk right past the group, of course, but whichever route up the beach I took, everyone would still be able to see the nude girl trying to flee. And I needed the keys from Maria to open the car anyway! Out of sheer desperation, I even looked out to sea, contemplating making my escape by trying to swim the Mediterranean. Though aside from everything else wrong with that plan, even if I made it, I'd still be naked on the other side.
No, I miserably realised, there was nothing else for it. I...had to do it. I had to step out from behind this rock, totally nude and still wet from my impromptu swim to clean the evidence of my filthy display in front of Maria from my skin, and walk over to them. To Maria, Ange, Nicole, and...whoever these four other people were.
I slowly shifted into a crouch and took a deep breath.
Oh god, no, I can't do this, I fretted to myself. It's not just Nicole and her friends anymore, it's a bunch of strangers! And two of them were men! That little fact seemed extra-important, for some reason. Being nude like this around men as well as women seemed like I was taking things another step further somehow, for reasons I couldn't quite articulate.
I took another breath, feeling my knees shaking underneath me, and tried to focus on whatever positives I could find. I mean, as Maria had casually said before she'd abandoned me, I would never see these people again, whoever they were. I was flying home tomorrow, and if need be, I never had to come back here. I could even bar myself from entering Spain altogether. If the authorities didn't do that for me first. So...could I do this? Kate, my tired rational mind pointed out. You have to do this, remember? The only other option is to be left behind here in the nude. You don't have a choice.
And then a spark lit up inside me. Actually, I
did
have a choice. Not about whether or not I emerged from behind my shelter. It was painfully clear that I had to do that part. But I did have a choice of...how I did it.
How I felt like doing it was clear. Despite my many previous proudly nude moments, right now I wanted to meekly emerge from my shelter, face reddened, hands clasped across my chest and over my crotch, awkwardly shuffling through the sand, every inch the humiliated nude woman. And I'm sure that's exactly what Maria was expecting me to do. I bet she was hoping for it, actually. So that she could then delightedly demand that I lower my arms and show myself off to these nice strangers. With a tingle of humbled arousal, I pictured the scene of me quivering in shame as I obeyed her order, dropping my hands to my sides as these four new beachgoers gawped at my now-exposed bare body.
But I now saw that I did have another option. One that I'd already used to help regain some control of my situation back at the villa. Instead of blushing and feebly trying to cover myself, leading me to inevitably have to show myself off anyway, I could...
own it
. Instead of facing my humiliation on Maria's terms, I could face it on my own. I could stand tall, back arched, chest out, arms proudly by my sides. And then I could march right across the sand to them, smiling warmly and happily at these new people. Offering a friendly wave and a hello, as I defiantly showed off every inch of me to them. I could do all of that...couldn't I?
I shivered again. I wasn't sure I could. It went against every single instinct I was feeling right now. Back at the villa, it had already taken a lot just to show off my naked body to three women I'd already met. I wasn't sure I had it in me to adopt the sky-high levels of false confidence I needed for this, especially when I felt so helplessly terrified inside.
And yet, as I looked down at my nude body as I crouched down, still glistening with the few droplets of seawater yet to evaporate in the early evening sun, I knew I couldn't take the extra humiliation of meekly shuffling over there, trying to preserve whatever shred of modesty I might still be able to salvage, only to have it agonisingly and thrillingly snatched away by either Maria's firm tone, or Ange's cackling one, or even Nicole's supportive one, as one or all of them told me to reveal myself to these new people. Which, of course, I would do with only a moment of feeble hesitation. If I was going to get through this, I knew I had to somehow try and take control. Or at least...be seen to be taking control.
I whimpered to myself again, in a manner not really befitting someone about to take control of anything. I took another deep, deep breath. It's just like the nude beach, Kate. I told myself. Just like when you were on the nude beach, with all those other happy nude people. And Lara, and Liam. Just like that. Except this time, your clothes aren't in a bag next to you. They're locked in a holiday villa, a twenty minute drive away.
Oh god!
Doing my best to control my shaking, and feeling again like I was in the midst of another out of body experience, I kept my arms rigidly at my side and...slowly stood up. As the group further up the beach came into view again, I suppressed the continued instinctive desire to duck back down and cower in fright, or clasp my hands over my body in shame. And I did my best to own it.
You can do this, Kate!
For a second or two, my naked emergence went completely unnoticed. But inevitably, it was Ange, one hand holding a beer, who laughed in delight and pointed straight at me from across the beach. In an instant, seven sets of eyes were on me and my body, flooding me with a fresh wave of shame. And more than a tiny hint of arousal.
I wanted to run away. To cover up. To hide. To dance. To cry. To scream. To masturbate.
But I didn't do any of those things. I focused entirely on trying to maintain that wall of false confidence I had developed yesterday when it had just been me, Nicole and the others. The confidence that had even caused Ange's endless levels of exuberance to dwindle away in the face of it, until she'd been reduced to paying me a naughty late night visit in my bedroom when she'd ended up eating my pussy on her hands and knees.
That
was the sort of confidence this situation needed.
And so, even though this was the last thing I wanted to do, I smiled back. And I waved.
Then, barely believing I was doing it, I took a step forward, and then another. I walked out from behind the rocks on slightly shaking legs, revealing all of my bare body to the world again, and began to approach the group.
I tried not to, but I ended up focusing on the strangers. As I'd seen from my brief glance earlier, there were two women and two men. The women wore bikini tops and tiny hotpant shorts of the kind I always wished I had the bum to pull off. The men both wore plain t-shirts and swim shorts. All of them were nicely tanned, and all looked younger than I was, in their early 20s. For some reason, that seemed to make my task a little easier, as if it was harder for me to lapse into a submissive mindset around people who were younger than me.
But what wasn't making it easier was the fact that I had their full attention. Or, more accurately, my body had their full attention. The two girls stared in shock, while the boys predictably looked happier at the sight of a completely naked woman striding towards them. In the back of my mind, a new nagging doubt popped up. If casual nudity on beaches was as acceptable here as Maria and the others had claimed, why were they looking so surprised? They didn't look like they were used to seeing random nude people walk past them. But I forced that thought away as I arrived at the group, straining to maintain my outward confidence, as I stood before seven people, naked, with a hand casually resting on my hip.
"Hi, everyone," I managed to say, praying that my voice wouldn't crack from the internal stress I was feeling and betray how petrified I was really feeling, "Sorry I took my time. I'd just been for a swim, and I was, um, drying off."
For a moment, there was just silence. The trio of women already used to my nudity smiled, while the four strangers continued to stare. I resisted the urge to squirm and blush at the unprecedented attention I was now under. Granted, I had been undressed in front of more people than this back on the nude beach, but there my nudity had been so commonplace and incidental that nobody had really paid me much attention, until I'd met Lara and Liam. But here, despite the smaller number of beachgoers, I was the main visual event.
Eventually, Maria stepped over to me with a satisfied look on her face. I buried the memory of my utter submission to her deep inside me, trying to dismiss the image of me bent down in the sand on all fours, shamefully revealing everything to her, and kept up my shaking confidence with all my might.
"Ah, where are my manners?" she said, "Let me introduce everyone. Kate, this is Antonio, Jose, Ramona and Nina."
