My Naed Christmas

Welcome to the latest extract from the diaries of my naked life. Everything I write on Literotica is true, except some changes of name and vagueness on locations to protect privacy.

Some background if you haven't read my other submissions on here; I'm 28 and manage a riding stables in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada, in Andalusia, southern Spain. But I'm English, I emigrated here with my parents seventeen years ago.

I don't wear any clothes! Unless it's freezing cold. It's my lifelong lifestyle choice. As the stables are remote and have regular riders / customers (mainly female), I can go naked 24/7 with minimal hassle. It's not illegal to be naked in Spain.

Everyone described is over 18.

If you have comments / questions / constructive criticism please don't hesitate to comment or contact me. This isn't porn and I'm not into porn so please don't send me porn. Thank you.

Alessandra xx

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Wednesday 25th December 2024.

I was sat naked on my bed in my parents' house trying to decide what to 'put on' for today, Christmas Day.

I'd been the only one naked at a party at a nearby friend's house a couple of days earlier. I decided to wear the silver tinsel wig I wore to that. The only other thing I wore that evening was a 'vajazzle', a sparkly butterfly design on my pubic mound which sort of mirrored my protruding pussy flaps below.

For the party I'd painted my inner labia lips (and my nipples) with silver latex body paint. What a pain (literally) that was to remove the next day. In fact I kept finding silver bits in my intimate crinkles and creases for days afterwards, and people kept pointing out that I'd missed a bit.

Pre-party I'd shaved off my pathetically sparse clump of pubic hair to make way for the vajazzle. I'm normally shaved smooth but I'd wanted a 'new look' for winter as I'd never really let it grow out for well over a decade. After nearly 3 months all I had was a fine, wispy dark clump in the middle of my pubic mound. No hair has ever grown around my actual pussy in all my 28 years. At least I don't get stubble and I only need a quick scrape of a razor every 2-3 weeks to remove the fine fluff and keep silky smooth.

I chose a silver 'Star of David' vajazzle design as a suitable Christmas Day pubic adornment. Otherwise a bit of make-up on my face and a long pair of woolly Christmas socks with a rainbow design. And nothing else.

We had invited my girlfriend Katya plus her mum & dad for Christmas dinner later. Plus a waif & stray my dad had taken pity on- a guy from his office. He's from the UK on secondment and would otherwise have been alone at Christmas. As per usual, Dad hadn't pre-warned this guy that I don't wear clothes, so I knew that would be a stress situation for me. I was wondering how the guy would react to my nudity.

I carefully applied the sparkly 'star' vajazzle to my pubic mound. I admired it in the mirror. I liked the way it broke up the expanse of bare, unblemished pale skin between my navel and my pussy lips. As I don't wear clothes I never have any tan lines or even the marks, welts and indentations from waistbands and knicker elastic.

I walked into the lounge to show off my pubic adornment to Mum & Dad. Mum thought it was 'very pretty' but said she preferred my natural hair down there. Dad thought it was spectacular and asked me if I was going to 'paint your 'bits' silver again?' (pointing to my pussy). I said I wasn't, as it was such a nightmare getting the silver latex paint off my flaps a couple of days ago.

For the rest of the morning I helped my mum in the kitchen. She had a lot to prepare, catering for seven people (Katya and her parents, my dad's 'waif & stray' guest from his work, plus her and Dad and me).

Mum doesn't like me preparing food completely in the nude in her kitchen so she made me put on a pinny. That's a cotton apron which just covers below the waist and ties round the back.

Dad came into the kitchen to get a drink. I asked him if he had told his guest about my lack of clothes. He apologised and said he hadn't got round to it. I did have a bit of a go about that, I said it causes me a lot of anxiety and embarrassment as I didn't know how he'd react. He said he genuinely forgets that I'm naked the whole time.

Around mid-day a taxi arrived and deposited Dad's colleague at the doorstep. Dad opened the door. I peeped round the edge of the kitchen door to check him out. Just as I imagined, a guy with glasses, about 35, geeky, tall and thin, in dowdy brown clothing. He's from the UK, working on an IT project over Christmas in my dad's department. Dad said it wasn't worth him flying to and from England just for Christmas Day & Boxing Day.

I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach- this guy was about to see me naked. I cringed inwardly. I felt so embarrassed and out of place, like I was being incredibly inappropriate. But then I felt a spark of rebellion- this is my own home, I have every right to go nude here, I pretty much always have done.

Dad brought his guest into the kitchen to get a drink. I was still wearing my pinny, so my pussy was covered, but what passes for my breasts were exposed. My breasts are tiny bee-stings, but to 'compensate' I have large, permanently erect nipples. Katya says they're like wine corks. Dad calls them my 'chapel hat pegs'.

Initially the guy didn't seem to notice me, or if he did he didn't take in that I was standing there topless. Dad introduced him to Mum and they chatted briefly.

Then Dad said "...And this is my daughter Alessandra, but we call her Zandra...".

He turned to me and smiled and was obviously about to say something. Then he clocked that I was topless! His mouth opened and moved but nothing came out! After what seemed like an age he mumbled / stammered something like "P-p-p-pleased to m-m-meet you Z-z-Zandra!". The whole time he was just focused on my breasts.

I thought if he's that affected by the sight of my tiny breasts (albeit with outsized nipples) how's he going to cope with seeing my pussy?

Dad made him a large, strong gin & tonic. I was pleased to see that, I thought the drink might calm him down. Dad asked me to put some ice in his G&T which meant turning my back to the room to operate the ice dispenser on the 'fridge. I was of course completely naked from behind except for my apron ties. And even worse, because of my gynaecology and the gap at the top of my legs, my inner labia hang down a couple of inches between my legs and are clearly visible from behind.

There was silence behind me as I got the ice. I could sense that everyone's eyes were on me and that the sight of my graphic exposure had halted the conversation.

I turned back and handed the glass to the guy (who's called Nigel- I'd almost have guessed he'd be called something like that!). His outstretched hand was shaking, and he spilled a bit as he took it from me. The ice clinked and chinked in the glass as his whole arm shook.

Dad tried to distract Nigel and take his mind elsewhere by making small talk- the weather, the surrounding countryside, the English football, and as a last resort, work. It would have been a whole lot easier if my dad had taken him to one side previously and told him about his naked daughter. He'd have been prepared in advance, or even turned down the invitation if he was going to be uncomfortable with my nudity.

Nigel & Dad went into the lounge and I stayed in the kitchen to help Mum. I asked her if she thought Nigel had never seen a naked woman before, and how he's going to cope when he sees me without the pinny. She said it was probably just the surprise of seeing my lack of clothes in an unexpected setting. She also suggested I could maybe put something on! That made me angry, I was already feeling uncomfortable and restricted by having the pinny apron inflicted on me, the ties were cutting into my hips and I felt smothered by the fabric clinging to my skin.

I told Mum it was Nigel's problem not mine, and that I shouldn't have to compromise my fundamental freedom and lifestyle choices for a random bloke. And anyway I don't really have any clothes to put on that would look halfway sensible.

Since I finished university when I was 21 I've gradually disposed of most of my clothing. Even then I wore clothes under duress, to enable me to access lectures and tutorials etc. I always completely stripped off as soon as I got back to my hall of residence accommodation. Even that had its own challenges regarding unwanted attention and obsessional hangers-on, which I might write about here at a later date.

All I really have now is outdoor stuff to wear down to the stables in the middle of winter- fleecy tops and leggings which would be far too hot in the house. I have some t shirts to wear under coats & jackets. But apart from a pair of fleecy leggings I have literally nothing to cover me below the waist, no skirts or trousers, not even knickers / panties. All I have in my wardrobe are two formal dresses- a white one and a black one, for weddings & funerals!

At that point the doorbell rang, it was Katya with her mum & dad. I took my pinny off and ran to the door naked to let them in.

I hugged and kissed Katya (who could immediately tell I was distressed about something). She gave my bare bottom a re-assuring squeeze. I hugged Katya's mum & dad and we kissed cheeks. Katya's dad always grips me by my bare hips when he kisses me. Obviously Katya's parents have no issues with my nudity, they've rarely seen me wearing anything in the thirteen years they've known me.

Katya and her parents initially went into the kitchen to say hello to Mum & to get drinks. I managed to tell Katya about the strange guy Dad had invited who'd been spooked by my nudity, even though, as yet, he hadn't seen me full-frontal. She hugged me again and rubbed my bare back, and told me it was OK and she would look after me.

Katya had made me feel much better, my confidence was renewed enough to ask Katya's parents what they thought of my vajazzle. I thrust my crotch forward and shook my hips, which made my dangling pink inner labia gyrate and slap against my inner thighs. They laughed and said I looked uniquely festive!

Then I wondered what Nigel would make of my sparkly pubic adornment. Maybe he'd have a heart attack!

Everyone was in the lounge now, except Katya and me (and Mum). I couldn't put it off any longer, so I took a deep breath and, holding Katya's hand, followed her into the lounge. I was naked except for my rainbow socks and tinsel wig.

We went over to Nigel and I introduced Katya (who by the way was wearing jeans and a Christmas jumper). She put her arm around my naked waist and pulled me close. I remember the coarse feel of her jeans and the tickle of her jumper against my bare skin.

I introduced Katya as my girlfriend (I sort of prefer that to 'partner'). So maybe I was adding to his shock levels. I was standing a couple of yards in front of him, my pussy at his eye level. He looked directly at my grossly protruding inner lips (or maybe he was admiring my vajazzle!). He sort of gasped "Hello Katya" (without looking at her) and seemed to be trembling. Luckily he wasn't holding his glass or he's have probably dropped it.

One of the challenges that fate has inflicted on me, alongside my fundamental need to be naked and aversion to textiles touching my skin, is my spectacular external gynaecology.

My inner labia lips are huge. They start with a big clit hood which is high up on my pubic mound, and end in a tangled labyrinth of dangling pink flesh hanging a couple of inches below my crotch.

My pussy is very much 'in your face'. My dominant feature. I've been called a 'pussy on legs'. Everyone who sees it for the first time is in some way shocked or surprised (or aroused I suppose if big pussy lips are your thing).

I consulted a cosmetic surgeon many years ago, when it seemed like my inner lips would never stop growing. He diagnosed me with 'Hypertrophic Labia Syndrome'. I was thinking of having labiaplasty to trim them back (Dad would have paid), but I was too scared, so I've just lived with them, and people's reaction to them, ever since.

Katya and I sat down close together on a two seater couch opposite Nigel. I was seated with my legs tight together. I tried not to flash my pussy at him as I sat down. I was embarrassed for myself but also didn't want to make him feel any more uncomfortable.

I looked down at my lap. My pussy lips were almost hidden (the top of my clit hood is always on view even sat down with my legs closed), but of course my sparkly pubic mound embellishment was very much a focal point! I thinking that if I hadn't gone to that party a few days ago I'd still have my natural pubic tuft and would have felt less conspicuous. So I crossed my legs over, almost completely hiding my pubic area. I almost never sit like that as it's uncomfortable for me, it squashes my copious labia.

I noticed that Nigel was no longer focused between my legs but was looking at the pictures on the walls around him. Dad's an amateur photographer and the house is festooned with photos, mainly of family, many of me over the years and I'm naked in most of them. In truth it would be difficult for Dad to catch me when I have any clothes on!

The dominant photo is in a huge frame on the wall, of me with a bunch of my cousins, taken in the garden when they all visited us a few years ago. It's full length and therefore full frontal naked of me with my clothed cousins. I'm looking a bit shy and self-conscious, a clothed male cousin has his arm around my bare waist and my body language suggests I wasn't happy with that.

The picture is about half life-size and in very sharp focus (Dad has good camera gear). Every detail of my plump, pink pussy is pin-sharp. There's a shiny sheen on my protruding flaps which people probably think is sweat (we'd all been playing badminton prior to the photo), but I know it was my inner slippery wetness seeping out.

Nigel's senses were being bombarded from all directions. I was trying to be as discrete as I could in the way I was sat, but there was no avoiding the fact that apart from my long socks and my sparkly wig I was stark naked. And then all the naked pictures of me hung on the walls and perched on shelves and furniture.

I sort of forget all those photos are there until visitors react to them. I've caught workmen / tradespeople taking shots of the naked ones on their mobile 'phones, that's when they're not trying to sneak pictures of me.

Dad's always changing the photos around and new putting ones up he's re-discovered in an old album or printing off new stuff.

I noticed one new photo in a frame on the wall. It's of me playing badminton in the garden. It's an action pic of me jumping up for a smash shot. It's from the rear but I'm up in the air and leaning forwards, legs slightly apart. My whole pussy is in crystal clear view, every crease, crinkle and fold of my extensive, slightly parted labia flaps. The shot is set up so that I'm in sharp focus but the foreground and background are a bit of a blur.

I could see that my badminton opponent in the photo was an equally naked Saffi, one of the team I manage at the stables. She's out of focus but I knew it was her by the blurred smudge of her black pubic hair! That was taken a couple of years ago and at that point she was the only girl at the stables who didn't have shaved pubes, so it had to be her. I didn't even remember that dad had taken it.

Another new picture I noticed was of us on a picnic- just Mum & Dad and me in a field by a stream, sat on the grass around a rug with a big load of sandwiches, nibbles and drinks. I remember Dad getting a passer-by to take it. I'm sat unashamedly Indian-style, big smile on my face, completely naked except for a sun hat. Again it's pin-sharp and my shockingly pink pussy is spread wide open.

I remember getting a very wet pussy at the thought of making that guy's day by being asked to take that photo. I think I was about 18-19 at the time, the summer holidays at the end of my first year at university.

Although I was doing my best to conceal my most intimate 'bits' from Nigel, he was seeing everything I have on the various pictures on the wall, in intimate detail.

My mum's always telling Dad to hold back on displaying the more explicit images, but he just says it's only stuff anyone who visits our house or rides at the stables can see anytime, any day anyway. Which is true.

Katya's parents and mine did most of the talking. It was in English, as that's the common language. Spanish would have worked but my mum's not that confident with the local lingo. Also we didn't want to exclude Nigel as he has little Spanish so far.

Mum was ready to serve dinner so asked us to move to the table. She asked me to help bring the many bowls and dishes of food from the kitchen. She seemed not to have considered how that would expose me in front of our guest.

Katya jumped up and offered to stand in for me, but I stopped her. I'd have to face up to it, I couldn't really hide my pussy all day and I'd just have to cope with it. Nigel would just have to deal with my nudity. Maybe it would be an education for him!

I made lots of journeys between kitchen and table. And of course the inevitable started to happen- my pussy started to tingle and I could feel my wetness starting to build. Mainly because the guy was staring between my legs the whole time, but I also get a bit buzzed by being naked in front of Katya's parents. I simply get turned on by being the only one naked, I can't help or stop the arousal. I was that crazy mix of embarrassed and aroused at the same time. My chair at the table was the only one with a towel on it, Mum had put it there for a reason!

We sat down to a traditional English Christmas dinner. Turkey, ham, roast potatoes, sprouts, carrots, parsnips, stuffing, mini-sausages wrapped in bacon (called 'pigs in blankets'!), cranberry sauce, and lots of gravy. It was absolutely delicious.

There was Prosecco (like a cheap Champagne), red, white and rose wine. Plus crackers and party hats.

Nigel seemed to relax a little after a few drinks. There was still a tremble and he didn't say much. He kept looking across the table at my exposed micro-breasts with their long, hard nipples.

We asked him about his home life. He's mid-thirties, lives in the UK with his mother, no girlfriend. He works on the IT side of things and is working on secondment in Spain, on a project for Dad. I seriously doubt he has ever seen a naked woman in real life before, based on his reaction on seeing me. Or maybe if he has they've had neat little coin-slot pussies with no external flappage.

After dinner we sat down to play a board game in the lounge (as a break before the port & brandy & cheese & biscuits).

We played Trivial Pursuits, a general knowledge quiz where you 'win' little plastic wedges (slices) which assemble into a little container which holds 6 slices- like a cake. The winner is the one who completes their 'cake' and makes it to the centre of the board, and answers questions on every subject under the sun.

We were four teams- Katya's parents, mine, Katya and me. And Nigel. He was a team by himself as he seemed to have massive, geeky general knowledge.

The board was on the coffee table, which was in front of the couch which both our mums & dads were sat on. Katya and I sat on the white shag-pile rug on the opposite side of the table. I had the lovely heat from the wood burning stove warming my bare back.

Nigel was sat on a low wooden stool at one end of the table. Initially I sat sideways with my legs tucked under me, to hide my pussy as best I could from Nigel. His eyes were always on me if I shifted position at all, waiting for any glimpse of my goodies I might accidentally reveal.