My Naed Adventures Bac in the U

Preamble:

Hi, Alessandra here again after a break from writing for 3 years.

In that time I've continued to live my mainly clothes-free life here in the south of Spain where I run a riding stables.

A short while ago I took a trip back to my UK homeland to see friends and relatives. This is an extract from my diary of the visit. The events described are true but I have changed the names and some of the places to avoid embarrassing anyone.

If people like this I have years and years of diary documenting my naked life which I can publish.

So to pick up my diary, which begins when Katya (my girlfriend- I'm female bi-sexual) and I were staying with my auntie and uncle and cousin Annie in Southsea, a part of Portsmouth, England UK.

The next morning Katya and I were sitting up in bed drinking our tea that my auntie had just brought in, having surprised her by being unexpectedly in the same bed after she'd given us separate rooms the night before. We hadn't talked directly of our relationship but we assumed she'd know, through family gossip if nothing else.

Then my auntie came back in, to ask what we wanted for breakfast. We were both sat up bare-breasted so Katya immediately covered herself with an arm. Auntie apologised and looked a bit flustered.

I had a shower (I have a shower when I get up, and again last thing at night- at least. I think it's important to be scrupulously clean when you don't wear clothes).

By the time I'd dried myself Auntie was calling up to say breakfast was ready. In a bit of a rush I just pulled a t shirt out of my bag and pulled it over my head and rushed downstairs.

There was a big mirror halfway down the stairs and, catching my reflection, I saw the shirt left me exposed below the waist. I'd thought I'd pulled out a long shirt. I couldn't be bothered to go back upstairs and change so just appeared in the kitchen bottomless. Auntie looked me up and down, seemingly disapprovingly, and didn't say anything. Uncle was sat down and looked directly at my pussy the whole time, with a bit of a grin on his face. It felt a bit pervy as he's family, and I felt very awkward and exposed.

We had breakfast in the conservatory at the back of the house. It was very bright from the sun and the table top was glass. I kept my legs together but the top of my labia was still clearly visible through the table top, and there were no napkins to hide my intimate bits with.

After breakfast Katia and I went up with Annie to her room and discussed what we wanted to do that day. (Annie is 18 and an art student at Portsmouth University).

Annie said it was amazing and brave of me to go naked / bottomless in their house, she remembered me never wearing anything much when I was younger but assumed I'd grown out of it by now!

We decided to go to the nude beach. It's not entirely official but has been an accepted area for nudists for years. I never seek out nudist beaches back home in Spain- why bother when it's legal to be naked anywhere in Spain anyway.

I went to my room and picked out a sun dress. It's one that my friend Saffi had lent me. Her boobs are small (but mine are almost non-existent- just 2 huge nipples which resemble wine corks) so it wasn't baggy on top like Katya's are on me, but she's shorter than me so it barely concealed my bottom. I put sunscreen and a towel in a shoulder bag and we headed off.

We walked about a mile eastwards and eventually wound our way down to the naturist beach. It's right at the very end of the main (pebble) beach.

Looking round there were a few naked sunbathers, mainly older, fat couples and a couple of single, fat guys. This is a reason I don't normally seek out these places!

I almost felt shy taking my dress off (nothing underneath) and everyone else on the beach immediately stared at me. I was the youngest by about 30 years! (I'm 28).

Annie said she doesn't come here as she's afraid of seeing someone she knows, but looking at the others it was obvious there was no-one in her age group. So she pulled her black dress over her head and, whilst sat down so as to minimise attention, slipped out of her black lacy knickers. No bra, she's an 'A' at most so no need!

Katya took her top and bra off. That attracted attention as she's the only one of the three of us with any cleavage worth mentioning! She stood up and took her jeans off, staring hard at onlookers. Facing the sea (away from the other beachgoers) she took off her knickers and laid on her front on her towel.

Katya's a year older than me. She had her pubic hair lasered off a year or so ago (at great expense) and there's been absolutely no re-growth. She may well never have pubic hair again. Not sure if I would go that far, but my pubes are sparse and wispy if I let them grow out. I only need to scrape them with a razor every week or so to keep completely smooth.

We did the sunscreen routine. I did cousin Annie's back, she did mine. Through the gap at the top of her legs I could see she had pretty substantial inner labia lips. And then when she laid on her back I saw their full extent for the first time. They're impressive. Not as huge as mine but still way beyond the 'norm'. If I give mine a little tug to straighten them when I'm standing they hang down between my legs by as much has 3-4 inches (depends on arousal and temperature). Annie's were about 2 inches by the same criteria. That's huge, bigger than I've seen on any other girl.

And.. piercings. I'd already seen Annie's clit ring and pendant jewel when she'd pulled down the front of her knickers to show me the previous evening, but I could now see that the lower edges of her crinkly, protruding inner labia had multiple piercings as well, with little rings and sleepers and gemstones.

Annie's whole pussy was festooned with decoration. It was a stunning sight, I could only marvel at how painful it must have been and how much the guy that did it must have enjoyed his work. The only bit I didn't like was the big floral motif tattoo on her hairless pubic mound.

As I was working the sunscreen into the labyrinthine folds of my pussy flaps I mentioned that we have that bodily attribute in common. She twigged what I meant and she said it was something she has always felt very self-conscious about and how she's in awe of the way I can just go around with my pussy flaps 'hanging out'.

We also sympathised with each other on the practical problems our protruding inner labia cause; chaffing on clothing, catching in zips if going commando, and discomfort when riding a bike or horse. I showed her the notch in my right labia lip where I ripped it on a rusty nail when I was climbing over a gate a few years ago.

After a while we decided to go into the sea. We'd just been laying down so far and Annie said she was shy of standing up and exposing herself. I knew Katia preferred not to be fully nude in public but this was a nude beach. I grabbed both their hands and led them down the pebbles into the water. It was freezing!! The Mediterranean Sea I'm used to is so much warmer than the Solent!

We did brave the cold though and splashed and fooled about for a while. I ran out first and grabbed my towel to dry off. I was aware I was being closely watched by the other beach goers. Annie ran out next and I observed her running back to our 'camp'. She ran with an arm covering her little breasts but with her pussy exposed. Her bright metal and jewel decorations attached to her quivering, dangling and dancing labia lips glistened and sparkled as they caught the sun.

Annie naked in the sun is a spectacular sight. Her skin is deathly white- I don't think she goes out much except to cycle to uni, and when she does she must be plastered in Factor 50. Her skin contrasts starkly with her jet black hair and black, heavy make-up. Even her finger and toe nails are painted black. And she's so thin and bony, all her ribs are visible and her arms and legs are like sticks. But it's the tattoos on her arms, legs, chest and pubic mound, plus the piercings and big pussy lips that really make her stand out from the crowd.

Looking at her stood naked as she dried herself I could see she had piercings almost everywhere. In one eyebrow, several in both ears, her nose (septum ring), lower lip, belly button and the ones I've described on her clit hood and pussy lips. But no nipple piercings! Her nipples are so tiny, not enough flesh to pierce through. In contrast the only piercings I have are a pair of silver barbells in my huge, permanently erect nipples.

After a couple of hours we decided to walk back, but along the beach this time. Katya and Annie put their clothes back on. Annie said how good it was not to be encumbered by soggy wet swimsuits. I told her she was getting the idea, and how nice it is not to worry about having clothes to wash!

I decided not to put my dress back on for the walk back. Not sure exactly why. Partly because I'd been evangelising to Annie about the advantages of going naked, partly because I was on a slight high after taking paracetamol and ibuprofen to combat a hangover from too much rose wine the night before, and partly because it was such a lovely warm sunny day and I hated the idea of smothering myself in clothes. Plus it was really quiet on the beach where we were. So I stuffed my towel into my shoulder bag and we set off back towards Annie's house, along the beach.

We were soon out of the nudist area but it was still quiet. When we got to the part where the seafront road runs alongside there were a huge number of small sailing boats on the beach and whizzing past on the water. It turned out it was the British Olympic Sailing Team practicing for this summer's Olympics in France!

Katya and Annie walked up to the cluster of activity to get a closer look. I was reluctant and shy to go up to them as I was naked! But I didn't want to be left standing on my own so I went with them.

There were others watching too and very soon they all noticed that there was a naked girl in their midst. I stood with my legs crossed over, right foot to the left of my left foot, to try and hide my pussy from the throng of people.

Then I realised I had my shoulder bag. It's on a long strap so I moved it in front of me to cover my lower abdomen. But I was still bare-breasted and it was obvious from the sides and back that I was naked, on a public, non-nude beach. My long labia hang down between my legs, into the wide gap at the top of my thighs, so I'm almost as 'explicit' from behind as I am from in front.

Katya and Annie were talking to one of the Olympic sailor guys, but he kept looking over at me. We learned that the craft that were whizzing about were called 'Kites', which are like windsurfers but rise above the water on foils, and were very fast and hard to sail. The guy looked at me quizzically, obviously wondering why I didn't have any clothes on.

We wandered off after a short while. I looked back and everyone was looking at my retreating bare bottom, and no doubt at the view of my pussy from behind, my monster flaps silhouetted between my legs.

Walking on the pebbled beach was quite hard going (we were wearing Crocs). The beach is wide at that point and festooned with bushes and shrubs. I sort of used them as cover so no-one could spot I was naked from a distance. But soon the beach narrowed, and anyway the going was difficult on the lose pebble and shingle, so we moved up onto the paved promenade.

I now felt terribly exposed and embarrassed. There were lots of people around us now, walking towards us and behind us. I held my bag in front of my pussy but I was very obviously naked from the sides and rear, plus I had nothing covering my chest. And the stares! I heard one little girl ask her mum "why is that lady bare?".

At one point I looked behind and we seemed to have accumulated a small entourage, a following of maybe a dozen young males. Katya kept turning round and staring at them. I knew they'd be looking at my dangling pussy lips between my legs.

I decided to move my bag so it covered my bottom. But that left me full-frontal naked on the busy seafront. I walked closely behind Annie so people coming towards us only saw me at the last minute.

I was a bit worried about encountering a policeman. In the UK you're only in trouble being naked in public if someone makes a complaint. It's then 'indecent exposure' or 'behaviour likely to cause a breach of the peace'. But the UK laws on pornography determine female pornography to be anything 'open leg', i.e. revealing inner pussy flesh. But my inner labia are massive and on full display (front and rear) even when I'm not spreading my legs. So am I being pornographic even when I'm just walking along naked, due to my own unique gynaecology?

By now I could feel I was very wet. I felt well lubricated- my pussy walls were sliding together as I walked. I was throbbing and tingling. As my lips slid against each other it stimulated my clit, which I knew would be hard. In fact I could feel the breeze on its exposed, sensitive pink tip.

I knew that from the front I was presenting an outrageous view of my swollen, bright pink pussy, topped with the hard, darker pink nub of my erect clit, sticking out by about an inch like a third nipple. There's no way you could miss that! And even from behind it would be obvious I was wet from the rope-like strands and trails of sticky wet fluid flowing out between my legs from the lowest tip of my hanging, swaying flaps.

I was now seriously worried I might get into a spontaneous, public orgasmic spiral. It's happened before in similar situations. We were still about a quarter mile from Annie's house.

I turned to Katya and Annie and said I needed to run for home, I was uncomfortable with the attention, it was so busy, and I was worried someone would call the police and I'd be arrested. Plus all the camera phones! I'm sure dozens of pictures were taken of me that day.

So we ran for it, Crocs not being the ideal footwear for running. My bag flew out behind me in my slipstream, I wasn't worried about covering myself now, I just wanted to get to the refuge of Annie's house. I heard a screeching of brakes behind me and a crunching of metal. I'm pretty sure I caused a crash due to a driver watching my naked retreat! I'd caused a similar incident back home on the Costa Del Sol when I walked off the beach to cross the road bottomless, wearing only a short t-shirt a few years ago.

We burst into Annie's garden through a side gate. On the back lawn was Annie's mum on a lounger. I bent forward and rested my hands on my knees, to catch my breath and focus on holding myself back from tipping into an orgasm, but also to hide my extreme arousal from her mum.

As I looked at my crotch all I could see was my utterly obscene pussy- massively swollen and bright pink, one lip stuck to my inner thigh, the other dangling down, a long clear strand of my wetness gaining length and approaching the ground. I was in full flood. My inner thighs were sticky and glistening. And my clit! OMG, it was HUGE and I could actually see as well as feel it throbbing.

And then just when I thought I couldn't be exposing myself any more I heard Annie's dad's voice from behind! He would have been looking straight at the most intimate view of my anatomy from the rear, my engorged pussy being open due to a flap sticking to my inner thigh. He was probably able to see an inch or two up inside my wet vagina.

I stood up in all my glory and made my excuses. I went inside and had a long shower, including giving myself a deeply powerful earth-moving orgasm as I sat Indian-style in the bottom of the shower with my fingers inside me, as the water cascaded down.

We had lunch in the garden. I initially had a towel round me while I waited for my clit to recede and my wetness to stop flowing. Eventually I was able to discard it and I sunbathed naked on the lawn. I must have fallen asleep, as I was awoken by the sound of music coming from Annie's room upstairs so I ran up to join her and Katia.

We discussed my naked seafront walk. I said how embarrassed and awkward it had felt, and how ashamed I was at showing everything I've got to all those people.

Annie asked me why I didn't just put on my dress which I had in my bag! I found that difficult to explain, except that putting clothes on would have felt very alien and dystopian for me. I just needed to be naked. I always need to be naked.

Much more where this came from if you like it and vote me up accordingly!

Comments / questions are welcome.

Alessandra xxx