My Naed Christmas Party

People here seemed to like my Christmas Day diary so I thought I'd get some detail down of the party I went to a few days before Christmas.

For details of my background, and why / how I live my life in the nude, please see my previous story 'My Naked Christmas'.

The theme was fancy dress, 'anything goes' being the theme. So I felt free to glam it up a bit, as much as is feasible without actually wearing anything.

I got ready at my parents' house, with Katya, my girlfriend.

I'd decided my pubic hair- about three months' growth- had to go. It was a pathetic little wispy clump, confined to the middle of my mound. I've kept it shaved smooth for most of the previous fifteen years or so but with the onset of autumn I felt like changing the 'look' I present to the world.

Facing the world naked means my pubic hair is as much a part of my appearance as the hair on my head. But I'd forgotten how slowly and pathetically my intimate hair grows, even now, in my late 20s. When people noticed I was growing it out (and a surprising number didn't- one guy said I looked different but he didn't know how!) I just told them I'd done it to help me keep warm. The nearest thing I have to clothing! They were never going to obscure or hide my 'bits'- my protruding pussy flaps will always win that battle.

My pathetic pubes were a source of nostalgic amusement for people who knew me when I last had them in the distant past. But they wouldn't suit the 'look' I had in mind for the party.

I laid back on my bed with my legs apart whilst Katya close-cropped my fine hairs with a pair nail scissors. It tickled, I squirmed and giggled, bringing a rebuke from her.

At that moment, Dad entered my room to talk to me about something inconsequential. He just stood there talking while Katya cut my pubic hair with my legs wide open. I didn't really mind- I'm naked 24/7 (always have been) so it's nothing he doesn't see every day. But can't a girl have some privacy occasionally?!

Next I showered and shaved the remainder of my little bush off with a new razor blade. It felt so fresh, clean and smooth.

I felt so much more exposed, devoid of my little tuft. I could actually feel the breeze on my newly bare mound as I walked naked into the kitchen and chatted with Mum. She immediately noticed and said I looked very 'sleek' down there but she preferred the natural look. She's very tolerant but I think at heart she'd like a 'normal' daughter, one she could go clothes shopping with.

Katya and I had an early supper with Mum & Dad. Before that I sat on the couch with Katya, with my legs out straight on the foot stool. I looked down and examined my newly hairless vista. I commented to Katya how, unlike people who wear clothing, I now have a vast expanse of smooth, white flawless skin all the way from my navel to the top of my pussy. Completely pristine.

My skin has never been blemished by tan lines, I've never had a waistband or belt digging into my midriff. No knicker / panty elastic witness marks as I never wear them. I have no scars (two of my contemporaries (I'm 28) now have Cesarean scars!). And no stubble, my pube hairs are so wispy fine.

I reached over and pulled up Katya's jumper and unbuckled and unzipped her jeans. I eased down her waistband along with her knickers. She has a feint change of skin tone at her waist, slightly lighter below her waistband from wearing bikini bottoms or shorts in summer. Around her waistline there's an indentation in her flesh from her belt. Then lower down there's a red welt from the tension of her knicker elastic. But her pubic mound is lovely, smooth and plump. It used to be stubbly and coarse before she spent a fortune on lasering. Now she's permanently pube-less and I love it.

I was just running my finger tips over her silky, soft, sensuous mound when Dad walked in and sat down opposite. Katya immediately pulled up her knickers and did up her jeans. She wasn't really showing anything intimate but she's got a thing about Dad catching her naked or semi-undressed all the time.

After supper we retreated to my room to get ready. Katya helped me apply silver shimmer body butter all over. I did my own pubic area as I didn't want to get too aroused too soon!

Kneeling down in front of me while I stood, Katya painted my protruding pussy flaps with silver latex body paint. I can't reach it all myself, especially round the back where my inner labia hang down between my legs.

Katya needed to pull each of my inner lips right out- an amazing 6 inches or so at full stretch- to make sure no crevices or creases were missed. I'm such a freak down there. She had to hold each lip out under tension for a few minutes to let the paint dry.

When she released them they 'pinged' back into their 'resting' position. I examined her handiwork. They did look stunning, all crinkly and shiny metallic. One lip hangs down a little further than the other and Katya didn't paint the exposed inside edge of that as it's too sensitive. The resultant flash of pearlescent pink just added to the shock value.

I have tiny little breasts so was keen to make as much as possible of what I have. I painted my permanently hard, wine-cork like nipples with the silver latex paint. Then I put in some custom-made nipple jewellery. They're a circle of silver wire about an inch in diameter. They're bisected by another silver wire which goes through the horizontal pierced holes in my nipples.

My piercings are quite near the end of my long nubs so the circles seem to hover about half an inch above my tiny breasts, giving some depth and interest to my otherwise flat chest.

Then it was silver lipstick, silver nail varnish (fingernails and toenails) and on with my new silver tinsel wig.

I examined myself in the full length mirror. I was pleased, except I thought my lower body needed something. That big expanse of bare white flesh between my pierced navel and where my crazy silver pussy began.

Then Katya suggested giving me a vajazzle! In the space vacated by my pubes. I already had the stuff from previous experimentation. Katya applied a butterfly shaped decoration, made from small jewelled sequins. The butterfly's wings sort of mimicked my pussy lips. Then she brushed some special glue onto my pubic mound, surrounding the butterfly, and scattered glitter over it. I checked myself in the mirror. Wow, I hardly recognised myself!

Katya got herself into her black catsuit, which zipped up the front, starting from way down between her legs. I made sure she didn't wear anything underneath it. It had a separate hat thing with cat's ears, and gloves with claws printed on to it. She looked amazingly sexy, completely figure-hugging. She completed it with suitable eye make-up and painted on whiskers.

We went into the lounge to show M&D. I don't think Mum knew how to react- a bit fascinated and also shocked that I was going out like that! Dad was very keen on Katya's cat costume. He wanted to know how we'd done the Vajazzle.

Dad very kindly gave us a lift, so Katya and I could have a drink.

The house / villa party venue is about 2 miles away, friends of Katya's. We've been to parties there before so at least the hosts and some of the guests were used to my nudity. But it was still gut-wrenchingly embarrassing and awkward walking into the main room, seeing the shock and fascination on the faces of people who hadn't met me before. They wouldn't have known I don't wear clothes in my day-to-day life so would have assumed I was completely crazy turning up at a fancy dress party naked.

I held onto Katya's arm very tightly. It's at times like this that I really need her support and re-assurance. Don't think I could have done that on my own.

Then I saw someone very familiar- one of my employees from the stables- Izzy, and her new boyfriend.

Izzy's 19. She was injured in a car accident many years ago. No seatbelt, so she went through the windscreen. It left her with terrible scarring on her upper body. But worst of all it nearly wiped out her left breast. She only has one 'normal' breast now, the other being halted in its development by the trauma injuries from the smash. Her damaged breast is tiny, with the nipple cruelly bisected by a deep scar. Her shoulders are badly scarred, but fortunately her face was almost unharmed, just a deep scar on the bridge of her nose and some lighter marking on her forehead.

When she started working at the stables a couple of years ago Izzy was painfully shy. Even in the height of summer she was hot and sweating under a thick covering of clothing. But she's gained enormous confidence over the past couple of years she's worked for me.

Last spring Izzy started taking her top off when she was working in the heat of the hay barn. She kept her bra in place (the left cup filled with prosthetic padding). A month later she was down to her knickers and bra. Then one morning she'd sat in some wet hay so she took her knickers off, working just in her bra, bottomless for the rest of that day. And then- the pivotal day in the searing heat of mid-summer- she joined me (and a couple of the other stable girls) in going fully nude. I was so proud of her. Her one good breast is such a lovely thing.

Previous relationships have been difficult for Izzy. She never showed any boyfriends her upper body and wouldn't let them touch her breasts. Even kept her shoulders covered the whole time. But apparently she was OK with anything 'below the belt'!

But in the past couple of months she's been seeing this guy and has seemingly lost her body image issues. She was lining up some major plastic surgery to re-construct her damaged breast, at a cost of €1000's, but seems to have dropped that plan at least for the moment. And I'm claiming the credit! My permanent nudity over the years seems to have enshrined a care-free laid-back libertarian vibe which leads people to shed their inhibitions, and often their clothes, at the stables. But it's all good wholesome stuff! Nothing immoral or lewd happens on my watch.

Izzy was wearing a female Santa Claus outfit- like a mini-dress; one piece, low cut at the top and very high hem, showing off her long legs. It was brave on two counts; firstly her bare shoulders are heavily scarred, plus the low-cut neckline showcased her one good breast (no bra) but also emphasised the near absence of her other breast. In the past she'd have worn a top covering her up to her neck. She'd have had a bra padded on one side to even things up. Also the outfit was so short that I could see the lower edge of her buttock cheeks.

I rushed up to Izzy and we hugged. At that point I was feeling so embarrassed and exposed that I was glad of the opportunity to cover my front for a moment! I touched the white fur-trimmed hem of her red dress and asked her if she was wearing anything underneath it, as she clearly had no bra on. She whispered "no!". So to test this I put my hand under the hem and felt her bottom- it was bare!

Thinking she may be wearing a thong I moved my hand up to her waist- there was no waistband! She really was pantyless in an extremely short dress. I was actually exposing her bare buttocks to everyone behind her.

I realised she'd only have to bend down or reach up, or even just sit down without immediately crossing her legs, to expose her pussy. I just said "good girl" and patted her naked derriere. I felt a bit better about my own wanton exposure. I was still the only naked person in the room, but Izzy wasn't far behind!

I was still feeling very exposed and inappropriate. You know how it is when you go to an event and you have got the dress code badly wrong? Maybe in jeans and t shirt and everyone else is in business suits. Imagine that but about 100 times worse.

Everyone in the room was staring at me. I tried to imagine they were really looking at my nipple jewellery, my tinsel wig, my vajazzle, the silver paint. But in reality I knew they were looking at my tiny breasts and my monster pussy.

I poured myself a big glass of wine and went back to Katya, who was chatting with a small group of her friends. I clung on to her arm, needing her re-assuring presence. She introduced me as her partner. That made me feel good- she was fully embracing her relationship with me in my naked state. She seemed in no way ashamed or embarrassed about being associated with someone who was in such an outrageous and lewd state of undress.

Katya put her arm around me and gave my bare bottom a reassuring squeeze. Then she lightly nipped my dangling silver labia between her thumb and forefinger from behind, which made me squeal.

I started to relax, partly due to the effect of the wine. Plus her friends were nice and could 'get past' my nudity. We talked about the stables and also their lives and careers. They were fascinated to hear about how I live a mainly clothes-free existence (they already knew this and had heard about me, that kind of thing doesn't go un-noticed in a small rural area!).

Later we did some dancing. I watched Izzy dance- so good to see her looking happy and comfortable in her scarred skin. As she danced- 'cut some shapes' as we call it, her hem occasionally rose up and exposed her bare pussy. It was completely shaved bald, with just a hint of pink inner lip peeking out of her slit.

People had noticed the daring brevity of Izzy's attire and she had a bit of an audience, but she didn't seem to notice or care. Also her unfettered single 'good' breast kept popping out of her top!

Izzy's random exposure sort of took some of the pressure and focus off me. I started to relax some more, and just enjoy myself. I was starting to get a buzz from being so free and naked in a room full of textile encumbered folk. Of course that raised a slight concern for me- I was feeling a bit tingly hot and slippery 'down there' and realised I might be getting visibly wet.

I danced with Katya. She'd had a few drinks by then. I kept pulling down the zip of her cat suit, gradually, bit by bit, hoping she wouldn't really notice. I got it down well below her breasts, almost to her tummy before she slapped my hand. The sides of her breasts were now visible and threatening to fall out at any moment.

Katya and I sat down for a rest. There was a shortage of seats so she sat on my lap. I reached round and slipped my hand inside her costume and fondled her lovely breasts. I'm sure people noticed but it was quite dark and we were in a corner. While she was distracted by my fondling I found her zip with my other hand and, subtly and slowly, inched it right down to her lap.

We got up again and did a bit more dancing. I'd become aware that my pussy had started to gush as I was sat down, and was embarrassed about soaking the chair. Plus the movement of Katya's bottom grinding against my lap, and the feeling of her firm breasts, plus watching Izzy flashing her bare pussy as she danced (seemingly unknowingly) was getting me buzzed up. I needed to dance again to distract myself.

They'd turned the lights right down so when we were back up dancing it took me a few moments to notice that Katya's breasts were almost completely exposed! They're firm and not massive ('C' verging on 'D') but they jiggled and bobbed enticingly.

A slower song came on so we did a slow dance, cuddled up. I put my hand down to just below where her zip had come to rest, just above her pubic mound. I slid my hand down and cupped her pussy, slipping my middle finger inside her. She was wet, but nowhere near as wet as I was. I could feel it flooding down my inner thighs.

As we danced in a tight hold I managed to ease Katya's zipper even further down. It was now under her, between her legs. I knew her pubic mound was now exposed and possibly her actual pussy groove, but it was too dark to tell.

We moved closer to the sound desk and in the flashing lights I saw that Katya's whole front was now exposed. Because the unzipped catsuit material was stretchy Lycra it had pulled wide open, fully exposing her breasts. Her tummy was bare. It's well toned, with defined muscles, no fat at all. And her pubic mound! Wow. It was fully exposed, silky smooth, hairless and enticingly plump.

Katya's pussy is forward-facing and a deep 'V' cleft (she has a massive camel-toe when she's in tight riding jodhpurs) so the majority of her long pussy crevasse was now on open display. I was absolutely loving it, but frustrated that almost no-one could see it as it was so dark in the lounge where the music and dancing was.

So I had an idea; I suggested we move out into the kitchen and get something to eat from the buffet they'd laid out. I thought she would immediately notice she was exposed, but that some people might see her unbidden nudity before she zipped herself up.

I put my arm around her waist and tried to distract her by chatting. We emerged from the darkened lounge into the relatively dazzling lights of the kitchen. We had to shield our eyes, but I made sure I noticed how exposed Katya now was- her bare breasts were on full, unadorned view.

I couldn't quite see from where I was stood next to her, but I knew that most of her pussy slot would be on full show too. And people were fully focussed on her. Most of these people were her friends and work colleagues.

It struck me that none of these people would have ever seen Katya naked before. The thought of that gave me a sudden pussy tingle that made me gasp. Everyone had been looking at all my exposed bits & pieces all evening, but for Katya's friends & colleagues to suddenly and unexpectedly see her largely naked for the first time was a massive buzz for me!

We got a plate of food each but I could hardly hold mine as my hands were trembling. I couldn't stop shaking. Katya was chatting normally to her friends, seemingly unaware that she was exposing her intimate places to them. I was amazed she hadn't noticed. Her bare breasts were jiggling in their faces as she spoke and gesticulated. They could look down and see the bare, hairless cleft of her exposed vulva.

I kept getting hit by waves of sub-orgasmic tingles. I could feel that my clit was now hard and exposed, and I could feel a stream of sticky wetness running down the insides of my thighs. At least it was a hardwood floor, but I was worried about my intimate lubricant pooling on the ground and causing a slipping hazard. People had noticed too. Guys (and girls) stood behind the couple we were talking to were craning their necks to get a clear view of my aroused pussy and Katya's seemingly unaware nudity.

I was in actual danger of going into orgasmic meltdown on the kitchen floor. My vision started going a bit pixilated and I was shaking. At one point I threw my head back and let out a strangulated 'Aaaaah!' as a wave of euphoria rocked me from head to foot. I thought that was it, I almost went 'over the edge'.

It was one of the most erotic situations I'd been in- I looked like a naked space traveller from another planet. I'd got Katya almost naked in front of her friends and workmates but she didn't seem to have noticed. Plus before we'd left the lounge I'd noticed Izzy's hem was above her waist and she was effectively dancing bottomless. It was all too much!

With a massive effort of will I mustered by deepest, innermost resources and propelled Katya out of the kitchen and along the corridor. It was a big bungalow / villa place and right at the end of the hallway was a door to a room where people had put their coats on a double bed.

I threw Katya on top of the coats and positioned myself in a '69', my mouth on her pussy and my pussy over her face. I thrust my tongue deep into her cleft, immediately finding her clit with my tongue-tip.

Katya's clitoris was larger than I can ever remember. It's usually a challenge to find. Katya's teasing tongue touched my hard, massively protruding clit and with a couple of touches I shouted and screamed as my tsunamic orgasm came crashing in. I was completely overwhelmed with indescribable ecstasy.