My Naed Coronation

More extracts from my diary, this time from May last year (2023).

I'm 28 years old, English by birth but now living in the south of Spain after my parents emigrated here many years ago. We're in the rural foothills of the Sierra Nevada, where I manage a riding stables.

I almost never wear any clothes, that's my lifestyle choice (except outside in the colder months).

Firstly, my diary covers the trials and tribulations of dealing with workmen / tradespeople when I'm naked at home, and secondly how I celebrated last year's UK coronation, clothes-free at the stables.

The events I describe actually happened, I've just changed some names and am deliberately vague about the locations!

My parents recently had a huge amount of work / re-modelling done at our house; kitchen, bathroom, roof, redecoration etc.

Sometimes I'd have to be there during the day to let tradespeople in, and direct some of their work. I was of course always naked, except on a couple of occasions when it was cold (we were having work done on the heating system in winter) so I wore a woolly jumper (but nothing else).

When they knew they'd be working in a house with a nude girl they always turned up on time, plus as the days went by there seemed to be more of them than were needed to do the job!

Dad never has any problem getting quotes and finding workmen willing to do stuff for him. He always asks me to hang around in the background when they come to quote. They suddenly show a lot more interest and attentiveness when they notice he has a naked daughter hanging round the place!

I get quite a buzz and a rush answering the door in the nude to a new workman and seeing their reactions when they see my bare flesh for the first time.

I'm always careful to explain there's nothing sexual 'in it for them' and it's just my chosen lifestyle. I probably undermine that a bit by getting visually aroused at times, plus my usual sitting position being legs wide open, Indian-style. It's just more comfortable. Plus my big pussy lips need fresh air!

It's quite predictable when some of the guys' workmates just tag along to see me, way more manpower than are actually needed. I'll be in the lounge or outside on the patio and they keep coming and asking stupid questions about the job, and ask me to pointlessly come and check stuff. And really obvious things like following me up the stairs right behind me so they can see up between my legs etc.

In the end it got so bad it was slowing the jobs down, so I got into the habit of sitting with my iPad on my lap or lying on my front on the sun lounger so they didn't keep coming to look at my pussy.

I also hid some of the smaller, framed pictures of me naked (at various ages) which are around the house, as I was worried they'd get stolen, or at least they'd take iPhone shots of them.

I've been asked a number of times if they can have their photo taken with me, I always refuse (except the one time at the stables where the guys building the extension wanted a group photo- I agreed but hid my face!).

I get a huge rush when I encounter a new workman. A mixture of nerves and adrenaline surge with a big dollop of pussy tingle- opening the door naked to guys who have had no idea that I don't wear clothes.

I love knowing they'll be shocked and surprised, and maybe aroused by my unique 'out there' inner labia and pierced big nipple-topped flat chest. Most are initially lost for words- just staring open mouthed until they gather themselves together!

I act completely normally, I'm always friendly and polite, exactly like a nice clothed person would be. I always offer them coffee and invite them into the kitchen. I'll often deliberately bend down at the waist into the 'fridge to get the milk- knowing I'm giving them a big explicit flash. The sight of my big pussy from behind when I'm bending down is truly pornographic.

But if they start 'coming on' to me in any way I then basically tell them 'yes, I'm not wearing clothes, I never do, but it's a lifestyle choice and it doesn't mean I'm in any way inviting your sexual advances, so just treat me like one of your regular customers'.

I've never had any serious issues, but if I did I do know some basic self-defence moves, or I'd run out of the house, or I'd call Katya (my GF) and she'd sort them out.

Being naked in the house with one or more workmen does turn me on, and usually I'll be getting wet and visibly aroused as the day goes on. I have never, ever done anything with any of the workmen.

It can get annoying if I'm actually trying to do something, for example if I'm doing admin or accounting for the stables on my laptop or iPad and I'm being constantly interrupted with stupid questions, all because they want to get another look at my pussy.

Or if I'm asleep on the lounger in the garden and I wake up with a guy or guys standing over me. I wonder how long they've been there and I can feel a bit vulnerable. I've made guys delete pictures from their 'phones to when I've caught them taking sneaky snaps.

But I'm a contrary / conflicted girl aren't I? If I feel like I'm not getting enough attention I'll go and see what they're doing, bend over to examine things, take them coffee, maybe fiddle with / adjust my pussy lips 'absent mindedly' etc.

I've even climbed ladders to check their work on the roof & gutters- once leaving a big long strand of my sticky wetness stretching all the way from the bottom rung to near the top, while 3 or 4 guys stood at the base intently watching my flooding flaps in wonder!

It's the King's coronation in the UK tomorrow! (from my diary of 5th May 2023).

I'm holding a bit of a party here (at the stables I manage in Spain) with food and drinks. Ernie, the only male stable boy is rigging up a big TV in the barn for us all to watch. I'm from the UK (family moved here when I was 11), but people here seem interested to see it too. Spain has a royal family too of course.

Our coronation day (Saturday 6th May) started early as usual. Katya (my GF) stayed with me at Mum & Dads. She watched Dad apply the sunscreen to my back out on the patio after breakfast. He used to do 'all of me' but as I got older it felt awkward when he did my pussy and boobs so I do my front now.

Then Katya had the great idea of putting some of my body glitter on me to help celebrate the coronation. Body glitters / shimmers / butters are one way I 'dress up' for parties & nights out in the absence of clothing, so Katya thought it would be fun and appropriate to get me 'dressed up' for coronation day too.

I selected some gold shimmer. Katya and I put it on between us, literally head to foot, not an inch of my skin missed. Then Katya disappeared and re-emerged with a little pot of my gold body paint. It's latex based so stays on and is waterproof, it has to be peeled off.

Katya got me to stand on the small table we use for sunscreen application and very delicately, with a small brush, applied the gold liquid firstly to my nipples (carefully working around my piercing barbells) and then to my inner labia lips. She delicately pulled them out to make sure no clefts or creases were missed.

I looked down and the effect was spectacular- the sun glinting off my raised golden clit hood! Mum and Dad thought it looked great too as I went over to their breakfast table and waggled my dangling metallic gold flaps at them. I have absolutely no inhibitions about them seeing me naked.

Katya drove us to the stables. She'd brought some audio / visual stuff and her and Ernie added it to the set up in the barn; a projector which links to the TV signal through her 'phone and a big fabric screen and a couple of speakers. There are no windows so the darkness was perfect for screening.

It was so hot in the barn already. Soon Katya was down to just her knickers as she and Ernie worked to set up the gear. Ernie was just in shorts and I could see he was making a big tent in the front of them! Katya's bouncing bare breasts were affecting him!

I heard a car arrive so emerged from the darkened barn into the blinding morning sunshine. It was Saffi's mum's car, and emerging from it were Saffi and her brother Antonio and Saffi's best friend Cat (short for Catalina). Plus Antonio's friend Sal (short for Salvador, as in Dali, yes he's named for the famous surrealist artist!).

Saffi's a stable girl here and Antonio does freelance gardening / landscaping and fixes fences and gates for us.

Saffi was in her stable gear, i.e. jodhpur-type tight leggings and a green polo shirt with our stables' embroidered logo.

Cat was in a pair of tight dark blue leggings and a lose cut-off light blue t shirt showing her tummy. She didn't seem to be wearing a bra and her little breasts jiggled around under the light fabric as she walked.

Sal wore a pair of football shorts (Real Madrid) and was bare-chested. I'd never met him before and he just couldn't take his eyes off my bare pussy. Weather it was because it was painted gold or just because he'd never seen labia like mine before I'm not sure.

Antonio had arrived naked. I know that sounds weird and implausible but I swear it's true. Him and his sister Saffi have Romany heritage but their parents have 'made good' and are wealthy.

When Antonio works around here he usually doesn't wear anything when the weather's hot. I'm not super-impressed by that as we are a mainly female environment, as you'd expect from a riding stables. But as I go naked most of the time and several of the stable girls are frequently topless and / or bottomless from time to time then it seems unreasonable to prevent him from dressing (or not dressing) as he pleases.

Antonio is 18 years old but very 'modestly endowed' and is fully shaved below his neck. So he doesn't look overtly sexually threatening- except that he's prone to getting frequent erections. But I suppose at 18 his body is surging with hormones, especially when there are naked or semi-naked females around the place.

As soon as everyone saw me in my naked golden glory they all laughed! More people started to arrive- I'd invited all the horse owners and regular riders plus partners to come & see the coronation, so we had many more than our usual Saturday regulars. I'd cancelled all lessons and the guided riding tours (which I lead, naked on horseback- just me, not my customers!) for the day.

The main event wasn't until mid-day Spanish time so we did all our usual morning stable yard duties.

I asked Antonio to do some work on the stable garden to keep him a bit distant from the yard and buildings; I don't normally like him coming here at the weekends when there are lots of females and external visitors around. I think his frequently aroused state is inappropriate around so many females.

One of our young riders, Elina, and her mum arrived. Then stable girl Sophi, who arrived with Izzy, another stable girl who only has one breast due to an horrific car accident a few years ago.

Izzy's single remaining breast is large, and dominated her t shirt, which she bravely wore without a bra. Her t shirt only just covered her pussy when she was standing up, but when she was bent double scraping out a horse's hooves a moment later it was very clear she wasn't wearing anything underneath!

Izzy's pussy is shaved completely, with just a hint of bright pink inner lip protruding when she's bending forwards.

Finally Marianna arrived, stubbornly and sweatily clothed, she's highly religious and never shows any flesh, but tolerates the abundant nudity here without comment or complaint.

Nearing the start of the coronation, about ten of our regular riders and owners had arrived, plus four of their male partners / husbands.

I'd met two of them but the other two hadn't been here before. I don't know if either of their partners had pre-warned them about the nudity here, but they both looked amazed, and were quite openly staring at the naked and semi-naked female flesh busily going about their tasks.

No-one is shy here, you can't be when you're looking after horses and aren't wearing much, if anything at all. It requires lots of bending down to attend to hooves and spreading of legs to climb up on horses etc.

The guys just looked stunned. I went over and introduced myself to the two new chaps. They both stared open-mouthed at my gold 'costume' of body glitter and gold painted nipples and inner labia, and compliment me on it!

I told them we are all very casual and relaxed when it comes to clothing here, and this is a tolerant, easy-going safe haven for anyone of any age who wants to go clothes-free. I tactfully asked them not to make their staring and gawping too obvious or they would make us feel uncomfortable.

At that moment, to underline my point, Izzy walked past in (just) her t shirt. She was pushing a wheelbarrow, her single 'good' breast bouncing and swaying freely under the thin fabric. The lower half of her bare bottom was exposed, her pussy only just covered because she was leaning forwards slightly.

It seems Izzy's inhibitions in relation to her damaged upper body (her back and chest are covered in scars as well as missing a breast) means she's relatively less concerned about her naked lower half being seen.

I asked our visitors to be especially sensitive to her situation and explained she's building up her fragile confidence by going bra-less. She used to wear a special bra with one cup filled with a gel prothesis, but that must have felt hideous in the heat.

Someone had left the gate to the yard open so I went over to shut it, but continued into the car park to get a break from the throng and to catch my breath.

Everyone had been bombarding me with questions and I was stressed. I spotted Antonio working in the stable garden. He was walking around with a full erection pointing straight up at the sky.

I now worried about him walking into the yard and barn like that and was concerned he might upset someone. His erections aren't massive, maybe 6 inches, and his pubic hair is all shaved off, but once hard he seems to be 'locked in' that way for an hour or more. That's how it is when you're an 18 year old male I guess.

I felt a bit like an alien from outer space with my shimmering gold body from head to foot and what looked like gold-plated nipples and pussy lips; no-one else had dressed up for the occasion, understandably I guess and it wasn't their country's coronation!

I wasn't even wearing anything on my feet as Katya said boots looked stupid against the gold. I'd even painted my finger and toe nails gold and had changed my silver nipple barbells for big gold rings.

As I was standing in the middle of the car park I saw a plume of dust being kicked up by an approaching vehicle. At first I thought it was my mum bringing the food she was making for us that morning, but then I recognised Zander's van.

Zander and I nearly had a relationship when I was 18. He's a delivery driver now and we often 'fool about' when he visits the stables, to scratch my heterosexual itch. I get him naked and play about with him, he looks at and feels and fingers my pussy, but we never actually have full sex (out of respect for Katya).

Zander stopped in a cloud of dust and jumped out of his van. He looked at me and stepped back and spread his arms wide, saying "Wow, just wow!", as his gaze raked up and down my naked golden body.

Zander was just wearing football style shorts and it looked to me like he had nothing on underneath them. We hugged, and I slipped my hand down the back of his shorts, squeezing a bare buttock and confirming he was only wearing the single item of flimsy fabric.

Zander is very well endowed (about twice the size of Antonio) and I felt a hardening pushing against my tummy. I felt his hand move across my silky, smooth pubic mound and touch against the folds of my protruding labia. I pulled away, immediately noticing some of my gold shimmer body butter had transferred his front! Then I noticed the BIG bulge in the front of his shorts, made by his unfettered growing arousal.

I told Zander he couldn't touch my pussy as he'd damage the gold paint. I pulled my labia out a little between thumb and forefinger, showing how the paint cracks if it's stretched. I coincidentally noticed that I was dripping a little and that my clitoris had pushed out from under its fleshy (golden) clit hood. My little bright pink nub, like a third nipple, was in stark contrast to the surrounding gold painted labia folds and shimmering pubic mound.

When I was being painted a while earlier my clit was tiny and hidden, so couldn't be included in the gold paintwork. Now it stuck out about the same size as my nipples but couldn't have been any more obvious if it was illuminated and had a big arrow pointed at it.

I sighed inwardly knowing I had to spend the next few hours exhibiting this most intimate flesh to the assembled throng, but at the same time feeling a surge of euphoria seemingly originating from deep inside my wet pussy tunnel, which I could feel was starting to flood.

I inwardly braced and steeled myself- this must NOT lead to a spontaneous and involuntary orgasm in front of all these people. I'm prone to that happening when I'm this aroused and lots of people can see my exposed 'bits'.

I was also worried about Zander's aroused state. He is so 'big' he can easily 'pop out' of his shorts. I told him we have lots of young, innocent impressionable females here today and that he must stay covered and decent.

I know that sounded a bit contrary; I was standing there with gold painted pierced nipples and a massively protruding gold painted labia which was exuding wetness and with half an inch of bright pink clitoris sticking out of the top of it.

I told him to go somewhere to 'take care of himself' if he needed to, but that I couldn't help him with that (much as I wanted to) as I was busy, and anyway it would just have got me even more visually aroused.

Zander promised he'd think of unpleasant things to get himself back 'under control'.

A little while later Mum arrived with the stuff she'd been making. A big trifle, cakes and fruit scones with jam and cream. She noticed some of my gold shimmer had rubbed off (where Zander had hugged me), and must also have noticed my stiff clit and flooding pussy but if she did she didn't mention it.

Mum helped me set out the food on a table at the side of the barn, along with a few bottles of Prosecco wine. Meanwhile Katya, still topless, made final adjustments to the big fabric screen pinned to the barn wall. She wanted it higher- so asked Izzy to help.

When Izzy reached her arms up, the hem of her t shirt lifted too, exposing everything she had below the waist! The male visitors were treated to the sight of her lovely, stunning, hairless pussy. It's so neat and tidy compared with my labyrinthine, flappy monstrosity.

A few days ago Ernie and I had taken the 4x4 and horse trailer to the village hall to collect 25 folding, stackable chairs which they'd agreed to lend us in a 'phone call I'd made earlier.

It was one of those situations when I hadn't taken into account that I was completely naked when we walked into the village hall. I was confronted by a mixed yoga / exercise class in full swing. We crept round the edge as quietly as we could whilst carrying about 3 folded chairs each at a time from the back room out across the hall and out of the front door into our trailer.

I'd unrealistically hoped the class in progress wouldn't notice I wasn't wearing anything! But of course they did, and the whole class stopped and watched me!

The leader had paused the class and I felt very awkward and exposed. I thought someone would say something and sure enough one middle aged prim-looking lady spoke up:

"It's that girl from the stables up the hill, why does she feel she always has to go around naked with all her bits out on display?!" (I took this to be an obvious reference to my protruding inner lips).