Hayley's Nude Visit

Hi, please see previous submissions for my background. In summary I'm a 28 year old English girl working as manager of a riding stables in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada mountains in Andalusia, southern Spain.

I moved here with my parents 17 years ago. Oh, and I live a naked life 95% of the time. I always have done. I never wear clothes except when I absolutely have to. That comes down to family events (naked at a funeral isn't a good look, a nude girl at a wedding might deflect attention from the bride). Plus I try to avoid freezing my nipples off or getting frostbitten labia lips in cold weather.

These are extracts from my diaries. All this actually happened, although I've changed some names and places to protect privacy.

This is about a visit from Hayley last summer. She was my best friend when I was at university in the UK.

My diary records a fun and arousing few days. My pussy was constantly wet and swollen, my clit was so hard it was sore. We were seen naked by several hundred people. Anyway this is what happened...

DAY 1

I wasn't working at the stables the day Hayley and her boyfriend Dan landed at Malaga here in Spain at about 11am.

I'd pondered whether to meet Hayley and Dan at Mum and Dad's, or at my girlfriend Katya's house. In the end I decided on my parents' place as it's bigger and nicer. Plus Mum's cooking is great, and the back garden is more private.

Katya's neighbour mainly works at home; whenever I'm in her garden his face always appears over the hedge to say 'Hola!' or ask an inane question. All just an excuse to see my nude body. He stares at me and starts stupid conversations to keep me standing there even though he's seen me naked a hundred times.

Mum and Dad had left for work ages earlier. I'd just taken a delivery at the front door, the sight of my bare body having left the guy open mouthed and speechless, as often happens. Sometimes their reaction is a surprise to me, I honestly sometimes forget I'm nude when I haven't worn a stitch of clothing for weeks on end.

Katya was already with me, having stayed overnight. She was just in her knickers (panties for any American readers), having removed the t shirt she'd put on to have breakfast with my parents and me first thing.

Katya doesn't like Dad seeing her bare breasts, although going bra-less in a thin white t shirt doesn't leave much to the imagination. Most of her knicker gusset had vanished, having been 'swallowed' by her deep pussy groove. She may as well have been bottomless really.

The doorbell rang for the second time that morning, this time Hayley and Dan were standing on the doorstep. I hadn't seen her since we left university seven years earlier, although we regularly message and Facetime each other. She looked me up and down and said "You haven't changed a bit Zandra. That's €10 you owe me Dan!"

It turned out she'd bet Dan €10 that I wouldn't be wearing any clothes when I answered the door.

We hugged and she introduced me to Dan- similar age to us, quite tall maybe 6', long-ish black hair, nice looking, quite athletic in long shorts and t shirt. He did the usual thing when guys first meet naked me; a bit flustered and awkward, fumbling for words, and not sure whether to hug / kiss / shake hands etc. Then the 'not knowing where to look', but focussing on my big pussy and miniscule breasts whenever he thought I wouldn't notice.

At university Hayley was always one of the hot girls. Such a killer body. And now, if anything, she looked even better. Long light brown hair with blonde highlights, really naturally pretty face which never needed makeup. She wore a pink halter-neck crop top which barely contained her unfettered 'D' sized boobs, and a matching pair of pink denim cut-off low-riding shorts. She carried it all off perfectly, she's tall skinny and toned. Absolutely stunning. I immediately knew she must have lost some of her pubes, as back in the day they would have been spilling over the top of those tiny shorts!

I invited them in and they met Katya. Hayley had met her once before when she visited me at uni in the UK. Katya had put her t shirt back on, but it was short, and she was still bra-less. Her deep gusset-swallowing cameltoe was very graphic, as were exposed, hairless outer labia lips. Katya's usually quite 'modest' and I sometimes wonder if she realises how much she's showing.

I gave them a tour of the house. It's a big bungalow / villa with a couple of upstairs dormer bedrooms as well as downstairs accommodation. Outside they were impressed and amused by the semi-outdoor bath / shower down the side of the house (in addition to the indoor facilities). Katya and I like to bath / shower there in summer. Katya hates the way dad comes up to chat when we're both bathing. She hates Dad seeing her naked but he seems to have the knack of catching her unawares when she's undressed.

I walked them down to the end of the garden and showed them the view over the vineyards and pointed out the stables where I work, and the mountains in the background.

Dan asked, "So can't anyone see you here then?"

I responded with, "Well I suppose they could if they really wanted to, or had a pair of binoculars, but why would I care, I'm like this all the time, even at work!"

I then had to explain the whole stables thing to him. How I've been involved there almost since our arrival here in 2008. And how I've gone naked there the whole time, except for riding hat and boots. Initially just riding, then working part time in the holidays, and now full time manager. 'In the nude' the whole time as Dan referred to it when questioning me on the details. He stood there with his mouth wide open, Hayley just shook her head and smiled.

I made coffee and the four of us sat at the table on the terrace and chatted for a while. Dan kept looking at my chest when he thought I didn't notice. Why do guys do this when my breasts are so tiny? My chest isn't a whole lot different to theirs, except that my nipples are massive- they've been described as resembling 'wine corks'. Then I realised Dan was staring at the table. I was sat with my legs apart and I realised he could probably see my spread pussy through the gaps in the table top slats.

It had been a bit cloudy, but then the sun came out. I suggested we lie out on the sun loungers, we always have four set up in a semi-circle (for Mum, Dad, Katya & me).

Katya slipped her t shirt off, as did Dan, revealing his completely hairless chest. Dan was transfixed with Katya's bare boobs. They're not as big as Hayley's (they're shapely 'C's compared to my pathetic AAs) but I think they're lovely. Hayley noticed Dan staring, so she slapped him playfully. She reached behind her neck to pull her halter top up over her head, saying, "Hey Dan, now you can just look at these, not hers, OK?"

She shook them and gave them a little squeeze. Wow, Hayley's breasts are amazing. Perfectly shaped plump 'D's with perky protruding pink nipples, even with the heat of the sun on them.

I was feeling uncomfortable between my legs. I have extraordinary long inner labia lips. Sometimes they get dragged back when I've been sitting and then lie down- hard to explain, but I need to pull them out and straighten them to be comfy. I was doing this on 'autopilot' when I realised Hayley and Dan were watching me.

I had my legs slightly apart on the lounger and was pulling my long lips outwards and upwards. I lay them out together to one side, a 2-3 square inch expanse of crinkly bright pink intimate flesh, resting against my left inner thigh. They're very thin and delicate, with a criss-cross network of tiny red capillary veins, like fine filigree.

My monster lips are very prone to damage, getting in the way when I'm doing my stable work. They get squashed and crushed under me when I ride horses. There's a notch in my right flap where I caught it on a rusty nail whilst climbing naked over a gate at the stables. Ripped the skin, blood everywhere. I suppose I could have had it stitched but I was too embarrassed to go to hospital. I'm a martyr to my freaky flaps!

Dan was blatantly staring directly at the extraordinary sight between the tops of my parted thighs. Hayley spoke first, addressing Dan, "Zandra's a bit special in the pussy department, I know it's a surprise, but you can stop staring at her now!"

"Oh, yes, sorry, but they- I mean you, are amazing- er, I mean..." Dan's voice trailed off. This was clearly outside his experience of women and he didn't know what to say.

Hayley noticed my ripped right labia flap (my accident was post-uni). I had to separate it from its opposing lip and pull it up for her (and Dan) to examine. It made Hayley wince and grasp her crotch in sympathy pains.

It was quiet for a while, and I wondered if I could persuade Hayley out of her shorts. I was dying to see her naked again and see how far her pubic trimming had gone. At uni she always had a thick black bush, whereas I was always shaved completely smooth, and still am. I've always had light, fine and sparse pubic hair and I only need a quick scrape with a razor every couple of weeks to stay smooth. I don't get stubble, just light fluff.

Then Katya did something unexpected and out of character. She sat up on her lounger and shuffled her knickers off, down her legs and over her feet! She never does this usually when others are around. We got a brief flash of her plump hairless mound. Then she seemingly felt shy and rolled onto her front.

That was enough excuse for me to start suggesting to Hayley that she should take her bottoms off as well, as she was now the non-nude female. She was reluctant, asking all kinds of things about when my mum & dad would come back, could anyone in the distant buildings see, etc. I reminded her that she had sent me a nude selfie from a beach recently. I kind of knew that she wanted to really.

In the end Hayley looked at Dan and said, "I will if you will!"

More protestations from Dan now, but mainly because it was obvious from the shape of his shorts that he was 'excited', maybe caused by the examination of my external gynaecology.

Anyway, after a few more protestations Hayley and Dan did a synchronised taking down of shorts, and underwear, in one slow movement. First thing I saw to my delight was that Hayley was completely shaved- not a hair in sight. Then I was distracted by Dan's penis. It sprang up as his waistband released it. It hit his tummy with an audible 'thwack'. I actually laughed a bit, not just at the sight of his erection but that he was also completely hairless! Everywhere! Never seen that on a guy before except in the distance on some beaches. I suppose it made him look 'bigger'.

Hayley just looked amazing, and I couldn't take my eyes off her. From the side her thighs looked impossibly long, creamy smooth, athletic and slender. Her hip bones stuck out starkly, with a big valley between them across her lower tummy. She did some modelling (fashion; non-nude) after she left university and could easily have made a career out of it.

It was the first time I'd actually seen her pussy properly. I'd seen her naked a few times at uni, we sometimes hung out nude in each other's rooms, but her slit was always hidden by that big dense clump of pubes.

Lying down, Hayley's pubic mound was very pronounced, without a trace of hair or stubble. Below, her outer lips were fairly plump, and met in the middle at a moist looking line; no deep cameltoe groove like Katya, but neither did she have visible protruding inner lips. Except- just before her barely perceptible slit vanished between her legs, there was a little pink flap of flesh, similar in size and appearance to a cat's tongue, sticking out from between her outer labia.

I was fascinated by this feline feature and tried not to stare, but wanted to see more. So I asked her about her pubic grooming.

I questioned Hayley on how she got so smooth with no stubble when she had previously had such thick, coarse, dark pubes. "Laser!" she explained, "I had them all zapped! Firstly I shaved them but got a terrible rash and I hated the scratchy stubble. Then I had them waxed- unbelievably painful, I almost hit the roof screaming.

"Then I discovered lasering, less painful than waxing, took ages, cost loads but all gone now. I get the odd hair which I pluck out, but if I ever want them back again like before I'd need a pube transplant. Here, have a feel"

So I did- I knelt by her and ran my finger tips over her silky smooth mound and then, more daringly, over her outer labia, just brushing the edge of that exquisite 'cat's tongue' protruding inner lip with my right middle finger. She squirmed when I did this but didn't say anything. So I said, "Feel mine!"

I was still kneeling next to Hayley, my legs slightly apart, inner lips dangling lewdly. It's about 6 inches from the top of my clit hood, way up my mound, down to the lowest point of my hanging inner labia. Unsurprisingly I've been called a 'pussy on legs' more than once.

She felt my soft, hairless mound with the tips of her long, elegant fingers. She had perfectly manicured and lacquered nails. And then- very unexpectedly- she nipped my hanging labia between her thumb and forefinger, giving them a playful pull downwards. When she let go they sprang back to 'normal', but she'd extended them to maybe 4-5 inches for a moment.

I was already wet, but this gave me an almost electric 'jolt' from deep within my vagina which shocked up inside my body. She was now rubbing her lubricated thumb and forefinger together. She pulled them apart and examined the resultant viscous strand. I was obviously leaking sticky liquid. I knew I was about to start gushing big time so I laid back down again.

Hayley asked if I lasered as well, so I reminded her that my pubic hair is thin, sparse and slow growing. It never stood a chance of obscuring any of my extraordinary gynaecology.

We'd been ignoring Dan, but all the time he'd been laying there with his erection throbbing away in the sun, with a line of wetness from its extremity forming a little pool of sticky liquid on his hairless tummy. He isn't circumcised but he was so hard his foreskin had pulled itself most of the way down his purple tip. It turned out he'd had a full body wax; 'manscaping', under orders from Hayley.

And so we had a lovely and relaxing afternoon in the sun. I got a great full frontal look at Hayley when she got up to use the bathroom, she looks so much better without pubes, and that little tongue of inner labia is so cute, I could nibble on it all day. I wonder if she'd been embarrassed by it, and that's why she'd left her forest-like bush for so long? The gentle swaying or her big boobs when she walked was amazing too, wish I could have videoed her.

Dan's erection wilted after a while, but returned when he walked up to the house and back to fetch drinks. It swayed and bobbed about in the most amusing way. How do guys keep it up for so long? It looked painful.

I'd taken a day off from my work at the stables, but I'd committed to go in late afternoon to help bring in the horses. Only one of my team; Izzy, was on duty that day. Just to do the basic horse husbandry and be there to take any deliveries, deal with farriers / horse dentists and physiotherapists, plus any customers who might want to call in to book up for one of our guided riding tours.

My original plan was to run to the stables on my own and run back- it's less than a mile away if I take the short cut through the vineyard. I always seem to cover the ground more quickly when I'm naked.

But then I thought it would be a lovely idea to take Hayley and Dan to see where I work. They were keen on my plan and started to put their clothes back on! I told them there was no need, that we'd encounter no-one on the way there and the only person at the stables would be Izzy. She sometimes works in minimal or no clothing at all if she's on her own and it's hot, although I thought it likely she'd be wearing something if there was a likelihood of visitors.

Katya got up and went into the house without saying anything. I chased after her; I really wanted her to stay naked to encourage Hayley and Dan to go 'au naturel' too.

When I caught up with her she was in my room and pulling on a t shirt. I pleaded with her to stay naked. She would have done if I'd pushed it, but I sensed she'd rather have some cover. She reminded me about the eastern European seasonal workers in the vineyard. (I explained about them in my diary entry here 'More From a Naked Stable Girl'). She has a thing about those guys seeing her naked, something to do with them and her being of eastern European origin too (she's from Ukraine, they're from Slovakia).

So I had an idea. For some bizarre reason, Katya feels a whole lot more comfortable naked if there's something fastened around her waist, even if it doesn't actually cover anything 'important'. For instance she'll happily spend time in Mum & Dad's house wearing knickers and a top even though most of the front panel and gusset is wedged deep in her V-shaped vaginal cleft, thus exposing most of her bare pussy.

At the stables she loves to wear a leather tool belt I bought her. It has pockets for tools around the sides and back, but the front is just a wide belt. She sometimes wears this, with a shirt, but no underwear. She's effectively naked from the waist down. Hairless mound and pussy slit on open display to anyone. She can spend the whole day like that in our busy stable yard, but would never go bottomless in just a shirt, not without the reassurance of something tight around her midriff.

My idea was to fix a narrow black leather belt around her waist to anchor the t shirt, but that's all- nothing below her waist except her trainers. The t shirt extended about 3 inches below the belt but left her pussy and bare bottom exposed.

To my surprise Katya declared herself happy with the attire! She tugged at the tight belt and seemed re-assured. The t shirt flared out beneath the belt so she would have been unable to see that her intimate anatomy was 100% visible. It sounds bizarre, but as long as she feels the security of a tight belt and doesn't catch sight of her nudity in a mirror she's completely happy to go bottomless in most situations! It's possible she's just humouring me but I'm happy to go along with it if that's the case.

When we re-emerged I was pleased to see Hayley and Dan were still naked. They were together on one lounger and had obviously been fooling about a bit; Dan was super-hard and Hayley looked flushed.

I noticed that I'd left a lake of wetness on the lounger I'd been on, to the extent that I was worried the others would think I'd actually wet myself. I dried it with a towel before it turned white and crusty! Sorry, I'm so disgusting.

So we all set off for the stables, out of the gate at the bottom of our garden which backs on to the vineyard. I'd made friends with the vineyard owner as soon as we'd moved here 17 years ago, he's always called me 'mi angelito desnudo' (my naked little angel).

We were a fine sight as we walked down the dry earth avenues separating the rows of vines. Between the four of us the only clothing we had was Katya's t shirt and belt. I loved the was Hayley's breasts jiggled and quivered as she negotiated the uneven terrain. She seemed quite happy and relaxed with her new-found naked liberation.

However, when we rounded a corner we were confronted by the gang of seasonal eastern European workers! I've written about them here before. I usually see them when I walk through the vineyard in the mornings, but not usually in the afternoon as they're often working in more remote parts of the vineyard.

They always seem pleased to see me, unsurprisingly maybe; I don't suppose they encounter many other naked females all the time they're over here! They're very kind to me, sharing their big pot of hot sweet coffee and sometimes little sugary pastry treats.