More From A Naked Stable Girl

I get lots of questions here on Literotica about the day-to-day details of my clothes-free life. It seems to have created a lot of interest. I guess it's not easy / possible to live a life of permanent nudity in many parts of the world. I do realise how luck I am to have found this little oasis, a slice of Eden.

Hence here's a bit more description of me and my situation here, and some extracts of recent diary entries. I hope you enjoy.

If you've read my other submissions you'll know that I manage a riding stables here in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada mountains, Andalusia, southern Spain. You'll also know that I do this, plus everything else, without ever wearing clothes (except in deep mid-winter). It's my lifestyle choice and I've always had a strong aversion to clothing of any kind.

I'm bisexual, my significant other is the lovely Katya.

I'm 28 and originally from the UK, I moved here with my mum & dad in 2007.

All of this happened, but I've changed some names and places to preserve my anonymity and privacy, and that of my family, friends and colleagues.

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I spend about half my time at Katya's little villa nearby. The rest of the time I'm at my Mum & Dad's.

At Katya's we're both naked most of the time. Katya covers up if she answers the door or goes into her garden at the back; her neighbour is a middle-aged guy who loves to perv on us. I just go naked in her garden- dozens of people see my pussy every day at the stables so why should I care if her neighbour sees me too? My naked body is in effect as public as my face.

Katya comes to stay with me at Mum & Dad's some nights. She wears clothes there of course (I don't), but Dad has a knack of catching her naked when she goes to the bathroom in the middle of the night, or when she's dashing to the shower in the morning.

Mum's a bit prudish and would probably prefer me not to live my life naked, but she gave up that battle many years ago! She was never able to keep clothes on me. Dad's cool though and totally relaxed about my 24/7/365 nudity.

I've never worn anything at home unless it's freezing cold. Dad grumbles about the heating bills in winter, but it's so much better than when we lived in the UK. Mum loves never having any of my clothing to wash!

I own two dresses- one black, one white, for formal occasions when nudity isn't an option. I couldn't really go naked at a funeral, and I might distract from the bride if I was nude at a wedding. My sole item of underwear is an A-cup bra, full of padding, to give the dresses some shape and hide my big nipples. Plus a couple of t shirts and a fleecy top and bottoms for deep winter at the stables.

And that's it! I got rid of the rest of my clothes when I came back from university seven years ago. In an ideal world I'd own no clothes whatsoever. My friends and family laugh when they look in my empty wardrobe and drawers.

Dad and I have always had a regular morning ritual on sunny days whereby I stand on a low table on the patio and he applies my sunscreen. Until a certain age he did all of me, but it got to a point when it felt a bit odd when he worked the lotion into all the intimate folds and crevices of my (by then) protruding inner labia lips and clit hood. Occasionally my clitoris would be sticking out and he wouldn't quite know what to do with it! He usually settled for landing a blob of lotion on its pink tip without actually making contact with his trembling finger. Also my big nipples had become super-sensitive. So now he does my back and legs and I do the rest of me.

I usually walk into the stables from Mum & Dad's house, unless Dad gives me a lift into work in his big BMW. There's always a towel on the passenger seat to protect the leather seats from any residual sunscreen or, on the way back, my potentially wet, sticky and dusty pussy.

The stables are about half a mile from our house, if I take the direct route across the vineyard. It's out of bounds for the public but a naked girl gets to go to places others are prohibited from! Actually I get on well with the vineyard owner, he calls me his "angelita desnuda" (naked little angel).

He employs eastern European seasonal workers in the months up to the grape harvest. I usually make friends with them, and they sometimes share their coffee and sweet snacks with me in the morning, or cups of sweet tea in the afternoon. I always feel a bit sorry for them so far from their homes.

I'm probably the only female they see (except for the vineyard owner's wife), and certainly the only naked one! In the days before they go back home in September I sometimes let them take pictures of me with each of them, on their 'phones as a memory for them. I always cover my face, I don't want to be all over the internet. In the past, if the vibe has felt right, I've 'posed' for them, on my back with my legs open, pulling on my pussy flaps etc while they take close-ups. Just a bit of fun, definitely no touching, and not showing my face. For a few moments I'm a porn star.

I guess it gives them comfort to see some 'real, live' pornography, and it's sort of a thank-you for all the kindness / coffees / snacks they've given me. Gives me a buzz too, major pussy tingle.

After work at the stables I sometimes have a bath rather than a shower (I'm usually covered in dust), it helps to relax me after a busy day. If Katya's here she joins me. A couple of times Dad has come in the bathroom to ask me about something, when Katya's been in the bath with me! She covers her breasts and isn't too happy that he's there. Once he came in when she was shaving her pubes, one leg over the side of the bath. Last year she had her pubes lasered off so at least that can't happen again!

Going naked the whole time heightens my libido, I've got a wet and tingly pussy more often than not. I have to masturbate frequently to keep my sexual energy in check, otherwise I'd be walking round the place trailing wet sticky strands everywhere, with glistening inner thighs and leaving a pool on anything I sit on. Plus my clit would be sticking out like a little pink beacon most of the time. And in summer the dust from the stables sticks to my wet pussy and inner thighs. I end up in a filthy state sometimes.

I have to find a quiet place for some personal relief most days, either in an empty, clean stable stall, or up in one of the fields. Or I'll take off on a horse and either lie back in the saddle or dismount in a remote place.

I don't deliberately masturbate in front of anyone, that's not 'my thing', but I've been caught with my fingers in my pussy by most of the staff & some of the livery owners over the years.

It's perfectly legal to be naked here in Spain, as long as you're not doing anything lewd or obscene. However I always worry that the unusually explicit appearance of my pussy pushes the legal boundaries somewhat.

Firstly I'm totally hairless 'down there'. I've never managed to grow much pubic hair, just a little wispy tuft in the middle of my pubic mound. I only need a scrape from a razor every 2-3 weeks to keep the fluff away. I don't have stubble.

My pussy is very 'graphic'; my inner labia lips are freakishly long, they protrude by a couple of inches and hang down into the wide gap at the top of my legs. I'm almost as obscene from the back as I am from the front. I sometimes swam naked in swim class at senior school (a 'punishment' for forgetting my kit). When I swam backstroke some of the girls nicknamed me 'shark's fin' due to the way my labia flaps stuck out of the water!

Whenever I'm aroused my clitoris swells up and emerges, pushing aside my fleshy clit hood until it's like I have a third nipple down there. It sticks out by about half an inch.

I sometimes wonder if I'd be less of a spectacle, feel less conspicuous, and create less of a stir if I had a neat little 'coin slot' pussy.

One glance between my legs immediately reveals my state of sexual arousal. If I'm walking around the stable yard doing my usual tasks and duties it's common for my staff and more regular riders to notice the signs. Swollen pussy, glistening wet and flooding down my legs, plus my clitoris sticking out a mile. Sometimes they tell me to "Adelante!" ('just get on with it' in English). Meaning for me to go and 'take care of myself'.

Last week I was in one of the upper fields with one of the stable girls when she pointed out how swollen and wet my pussy looked and that I should 'take care' of it right away. So I laid back on the dry grass, in the brilliant sunshine, with my knees up and legs splayed wide and 'got on with it'. So easy when you're not wearing anything to start with.

The stable girl I was with was Sophi, she's 19 and just left school. She was in shorts & t shirt. I watched her slowly walk away from me. Even though she had her back to me I could tell she had her hand down the front of her shorts. When she was some distance away I saw her throw her head back and emit a stifled scream.

We didn't discuss it subsequently but Sophi's face and her upper chest were flushed pink for a while afterwards.

I sometimes look at myself naked in a full-length mirror. I'm always amazed and shocked at what a graphic sight I display to literally dozens of people each day. One guy at my university used to call me a 'labia on legs' which just about sums it up. It's not just my stable staff who see all of me all the time, but also the horse riders / owners who have livery here and all the various delivery / courier guys. Plus the tourists who go on our guided rides and casual visitors for one-off lessons.

Very occasionally visitors will make their excuses and leave, obviously a bit freaked at my nudity, plus that of some of the other stable staff too (more of that later).

When someone makes a 'phone booking we always read a bit of script which tells them that 'you may encounter naked, or semi-naked employees; usually females, but we aren't a nudist or naturist establishment, it's purely for lifestyle or practical reasons'.

My breasts are a total contrast to the spectacular situation between my legs. I have tiny boobs. I'm almost flat-chested. Maybe AA at most. No areolas, just a pair of big fat chunky nipples. They've been compared with wine corks, or coat / hat pegs. My creepy Welsh uncle calls them 'chapel hat pegs' when he briefly switches his focus away from my bare pussy.

Nudity from my staff at the stables tends to originate in the hay barn. It's a windowless building with only one big door and a flat, black roof. It gets insanely hot in there in summer. Any clothing gets drenched in sweat when doing any physical work such as packing hay nets or mixing feeds and supplements. I suppose I set an example by being perpetually naked, I've never coerced or compelled any of my staff to take any of their clothes off. Most of my team strip off partly or completely of their own accord when they're assigned to the barn.

For some it's just topless, for example one of our weekend stable girls, Cat (short for Catalina, she's 18). She either just wears jodhpurs and yard boots or is sometimes down to her knickers (panties) but never nude.

One girl (Izzy, 20) prefers bottomless, leaving her top on. She's very self-conscious about only having one full-sized breast, having suffered serious chest injuries in a car crash when she was younger. But the other similarly aged stable girls (Saffi and Sophi) sometimes just strip off completely (except their yard boots) if they get uncomfortably hot.

There are always clothed people about too. Stable girl Marianna (25) remains stubbornly dressed and consequently red-faced and running with sweat. I forbid stable boy Ernie (also mid-twenties) from removing his shorts so as not to upset the females, I just know he'd be rock-hard the whole time if he did. There's often a considerable 'tent' in the front of his shorts as it is.

Antonio is the only male staff member who is regularly naked. Entirely so in the hottest months. He's stable girl Saffi's twin brother, he's our odd-job man. He's only 19, he has a gardening and fencing business as well as his work here. He's skinny but very muscular. He's also hilariously minimally endowed! He has a little tuft of black pubic hair above his tiny appendage but is otherwise hairless.

Antonio reminds me of a Greek statue! When 'flaccid' he's comically small, about an inch, so tiny that it just sort of sticks out horizontally, too short to hang down. It sort of 'jiggles' when he walks, it's so funny. But he's erect about half the time, certainly when he's working at the stables amongst naked or topless / bottomless females. They don't mind his nude presence, he's been here for years so they've grown used to him. Plus his modest 'size' even when aroused, and almost hairless body seems unthreatening to them.

Even when fully hard Antonio is still relatively 'small', maybe 3-4 inches, but it's the angle of elevation that's amazing. He sticks straight upwards, almost vertical, his 'tip' bouncing off his lower abdomen when he walks, sometimes leaving a visibly sticky patch. But he seems completely unashamed and unembarrassed when he's in his tumescent state.

I must emphasis that the atmosphere here at the stables is wholesome and decent. We're not a nudist colony and there are no orgies or overtly deliberately explicit events or activity. Definitely nothing sordid, but there's always an underlying buzz of sexual tension and energy.

Sometimes guys from the local villages cycle up and come and watch riding lessons in the arena, in the (usually fulfilled) hope of seeing naked female flesh. I don't mind them watching me, but I, and especially Katya, chase them off if one of the stable girls is in the arena, either riding or giving a lesson, and has stayed naked after working in the barn.

Katya's Ukrainian. She's pretty and feminine, but also strong, both physically and mentally. She can be quite scary when she needs to be. She never goes completely nude at the stables but has this odd thing whereby she feels 'dressed' and secure as long as she has something tightly tied around her waist. It can be a belt, a rolled up and tied bandana, or even just knotted blue nylon baling twine (string, essentially).

Katya's favourite thing at the moment is her leather tool belt. It has pockets and loops at the sides and back that hold hoof picks and grooming brushes. But there's nothing at the front, just the belt, meaning her hairless pubic mound and deep 'V' shaped pussy cleft are on full view to everyone. Her deep, lipless pussy notch is in direct contrast to my acres of protruding fleshy flappage. Sort of 'ying and yang'!

It's always amusing when Katya's wearing a thong as the front panel gets totally swallowed by her pussy chasm, meaning that not much more than the waistband is left on show! I love it when she's on the beach in a thong-bottomed bikini and she's in effect bottomless, her whole pussy and bottom visible to everyone.

Here's a recent incident from my diary that might interest or amuse you. Last weekend Saffi, her best friend Cat and Saffi's twin brother Antonio arrived here brought by Cat's mum in her car.

Saffi and Antonio were already naked, as they often are in the warm weather. Antonio was already at 'full mast' hardness when he got out of the car, presumably due to the presence of Cat. I wonder what Cat's mum thought about that. Once he's 'up' he seems to stay stiff for ages, like it's 'locked' in position.

I needed Saffi to help Marianna muck out the stables and put out the horses that are not being ridden that morning. It was funny watching Saffi and Marianna lead the horses away- Saffi's completely naked body (except for yard boots) in direct contrast to Marianna who was clothed from head to foot. They were chattering away to each other, completely accepting of the fact that one of them was fully nude.

Antonio's not usually here at weekends- I try to keep Antonio's nudity and frequent aroused state out of the sight of our non-regular riders and visitors. But we had two broken gates and he's the best person to fix them (Katya's also very practical but wasn't here that day).

The horses tend to chew the top rail of their gates to the point where the gate collapses. Rather than go to the expense of a new gate we bolt two fresh pieces of wood to sandwich over the chewed section.

Antonio loaded up the wood and tools he needed into the trailer of a mini-tractor we have. He was nude and still popping an erection. I'd noticed him surreptitiously observing Sophi picking out the hooves of a horse that had just come in from the fields. She was only wearing a t shirt, naked from the waist down, and had of necessity repeatedly bent over double, exposing an explicit rear view of 'everything' between her long, spindly legs.

I asked Cat to help Antonio; one person needs to lift the broken gate back into shape while the other fastens the new wood into place by drilling and bolting.

Cat insisted on driving the mini tractor! She was wearing very thin black leggings. More like black tights really. If she was wearing anything underneath it could have been no more than a small thong (I couldn't see evidence of any underwear). The thin legging material was swallowed by the cleft of her bottom and formed a deep camel-toe at her pussy. It's exactly like they were sprayed-on paint. On top she had a lose light blue t shirt with big arm holes. No bra so her modest sized side-boob was visible.

Cat jumped onto the tractor. As she bent forwards to mount it the graphic outline of her pussy groove and plump outer labia were very visible from behind. The tractor seat isn't really meant for two so Antonio (still completely naked) squeezed himself on behind Cat. He held onto her around her ribcage, just below her breasts. I'd noticed he was still hard- so he must have been pressing his erection firmly into the lower part of Cat's back! She must have felt it, even though he isn't the most impressively endowed.

When they returned, the first thing I noticed was that the back of Cat's light blue t shirt was wet, a dark stain around the lower part, exactly where Antonio's erection had been pressed against her.

My first reaction was to tell her, and to have a go at Antonio for his inappropriate behaviour and lack of control. Obviously the motion of the tractor over the bumpy ground had rubbed him against Cat to the extent that he'd ejaculated onto her back.

But I thought I'd wait and see what Cat did. She was reaching behind her and holding the fabric away from her skin, to help it dry I guess. She didn't seem to be upset or disgusted in any way.

Antonio had vanished, I saw him a couple of hours later (deflated and tiny) and he said he'd been fixing some of the fencing in the furthest fields.

Cat's 19 but seemingly still quite innocent, no boyfriend yet so maybe she thought the wetness on her shirt was sweat- either from her, or Antonio, or both.

By mid-afternoon Cat's t shirt had dried but was still stained and stiff-looking where Antonio's sexual excitement had overcome him. It looked like the lower back of her t shirt had been starched.

In the end I could bear it no longer and told Cat I was doing some washing and I could do her shirt, and have it dried again before she went home (we've just got an industrial washing machine to wash the horse rugs & blankets- and the towels we sit on when we're riding naked).

I held out a spare t shirt for Cat to put on, but it was a hot day so she refused it and went topless for the last couple of hours. Just in her 'sprayed on' black leggings (with a designer name printed on the wide waistband) and short yard boots. Wow, her tight little bare breasts are the cutest things ever.