Hi again all, firstly please see my profile description to see why I go naked the whole time!
Here are some more of my diary highlights, this time from my holiday with my GF Katya in Portugal last summer.
As before, there are actual events, but I have changed some names and am a bit vague on places to preserve my privacy.
DAY ONE
Last summer we had a fun week away in the eastern coastal corner of Portugal. As usual, not wearing clothes meant my life wasn't entirely straightforward, but it's a price I'm prepared to pay for my nude freedom.
Katya had booked our summer holiday and told me the hotel was 'naturist friendly'.
I don't seek out naturist facilities as they're usually dominated by much older people I have little in common with. Plus nudity isn't illegal here in Spain so why bother. But I thought it might make my vacation time more relaxing and stress-free. However, the only 'naturist friendly' part of the hotel turned out to be the spa....
We drove the 250 miles from where we live in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada mountains in Andalusia, southern Spain to a coastal area just over the border in Portugal.
I spent the 5 hour journey wearing just a short t-shirt, naked below my waist. I've reluctantly taken to wearing a top when we travel any distance as it saves hassle from other cars and pedestrians when we're stuck in traffic. We stopped a couple of times along the way, at roadside rest areas. At each one I made a bottomless dash to the restrooms when it seemed quiet.
I started to worry as soon as Katya parked in the hotel car park and there were no naked people in sight, but dozens of clothed holidaymakers.
Thus I had a difficult and embarrassing walk across the car park and into the hotel lobby, naked from the waist down. I only had one bag- a small white linen shoulder holdall with a horse motif, full of makeups and my phone and money & stuff, which I held in front of my groin as we entered the hotel.
There was a queue to check in, I wasn't going to stand there bottomless and be stared at, so I sat down in an easy chair in the middle of the lobby while Katya dealt with the paperwork. It was busy with people, some had definitely already noticed that I was half naked. There was gawping and odd looks as I sat there, hunched up with my bag covering my lap.
You might be wondering why I was so stressed. My life-long lifestyle choice has been to go naked whenever and wherever possible. But there is a world of difference between being nude at home, or at friends and family, or at the stables where I work. Everyone knows me there and I can handle the ad-hoc encounters I have with strangers.
Even when a new bunch of tourists turns up for a riding tour, or a new delivery driver arrives, there is the shock and surprise when they see I'm not wearing anything, but it's still 'my' territory, I kind of feel I have every right to be naked in my own 'back yard'.
Plus if I venture out- to a farm or another stables, or an equine store it's not so very outrageous to be nude around where I live. It's sort of part of the culture / history of some of the more remote / rural areas in the mountains. There's even the occasional chance there'll be someone else there without clothing, such as a farm worker or stable hand.
But in a busy hotel lobby, an unfamiliar situation, being the only one naked felt entirely inappropriate and outrageous. In summary I felt ashamed and embarrassed.
Having checked us in, Katya came over and I got up. I held my bag to cover my pussy at the front, but my bottom was bare of course.
I'm afflicted / blessed with long, protruding inner labia which hang down into the gap at the top of my thighs. Hence I'm almost as brazenly explicit from behind as I am from in front.
I heard a commotion behind us. I turned to see a small group had stopped and were staring directly at my backside. They were obviously staring at my couple of inches of crinkly convoluted intimate pink flesh which was fully visible to anyone standing behind me. So we quickly retreated to the other side of the lobby where access to the rooms was.
There was a crowd around the elevators, so I guided Katya towards the stairs. Mercifully they were empty, as the view I present to anyone following me up a flight of stairs is truly pornographic.
Our room was up on the third floor. When we finally got there we both collapsed on the enormous double bed. Katya had struggled to keep up with me as I'd shot up the stairs. I was just so relieved to reach privacy and seclusion, I took my t-shirt and trainers off and lay on my back, completely naked now, with my arms and legs spread wide.
I was buzzed as well as embarrassed by the lobby experience and felt a tingle in my pussy. I reached down between my spread-eagled legs and parted my puckered flaps and dipped my middle finger inside myself- I was wet!
Katya saw what I was doing and crawled up the bed between my legs. She further parted my pussy lips with both hands and planted a big kiss on my swelling clitoris. Then she worked it with the tip of her tongue, pushing several of her fingers in and out of me at the same time.
Within moments I was screaming and writhing in ecstasy. I was glad the doors to the balcony were closed otherwise I'd have been broadcasting to the whole hotel.
Then Katya got up onto her knees, and straddling her thighs across my body, shuffled her way until she was standing (still on her knees) over my head. I saw that she was knickerless! I hadn't realised she'd been sans-underwear the whole time.
Katya lifted the hem of her short dress up above her waist, and then off over her head, casting it into a corner of the room. She was completely naked now. I was looking directly up at the deep, lipless groove of her freshly shaved pussy, and then up at her gorgeous, gently jiggling breasts.
On the journey I'd noticed Katya was travelling bra-less but hadn't realised she was also knickerless. And in such a short dress too. I was so thrilled, pleased and newly-aroused.
If I'd known, I'd have looked over when she bent down to pick up her case at the front desk, or followed her up the stairs. I'm sure her pussy must have been revealed and that thought gave me another pussy tingle- an 'after shock' if you like!
I concentrated on Katya's needs as she lowered herself down. I attacked the deep 'V'' of her hairless cleft with my tongue, eventually feeling her clit with my tongue-tip, and working it with the same result she had done for me.
We collapsed in a naked sweaty heap, entangled in each other. We must have drifted off to sleep for a little while.
When we awoke I went over and opened the double doors to the balcony. I was met by a wall of heat (the room had aircon) and blazing sunshine. I stood nude at the railings, looking out over the approach to the hotel, then the main seafront road, the wide yellow strip of sand, and beyond that the shimmering iridescent blue expanse of the Mediterranean Sea.
Standing there I realised that anyone at the front of the hotel, or on the road below could see me. But then I realised the balcony railings partially hid my pussy and the only part of me on clear view was my flat chest. So I relaxed and enjoyed the view.
Katya joined me on the balcony, standing alongside me, gently fondling my bare bottom and flicking my dangling labia. She was naked too, but didn't seem concerned about flaunting her bare breasts. In fact no-one seemed to particularly notice, even though there were lots of people around and we weren't that far off the ground. In most situations, toplessness isn't a big deal in Portugal (similar in that respect to back home in Spain).
We discussed what we wanted to do next. Ideally I'd have wanted to explore the hotel, and the pool at the rear, but at that point I didn't quite have the courage to do that naked. Especially as I knew my pussy was now red and swollen, my clit was still stiffly protruding, and I knew I was still leaking my wetness a bit from my recent powerful orgasm.
We decided to go to the one part of the hotel where we thought nudity was probably fully accepted; the spa. To get there I resigned myself to holding a towel in front of me. Just a small hand towel over my pussy. I know it's sort of clothing but I just couldn't inflict my graphic post-sex labial chaos on anyone and everyone in the hotel.
Katya wrapped a bath towel round her waist. I was so impressed and grateful that she was supporting me by going topless, I knew it was something she wouldn't be 100% comfortable with.
We walked down the stairs to the lobby and found the signs to the spa. Although the small towel covered my pussy from the front I was of course naked from behind, I knew I was presenting an eyeful of dangling, wet and distended inner lippage between my legs to anyone behind me.
Even though I was topless too it was Katya's bare breasts that seemed to attract the most attention. Hardly surprising as my breasts are tiny, consisting principally of a pair of disproportionately large, permanently hard nipples.
A gang of (probably) English lads in their early 20s started wolf-whistling and calling to us just as we exited the lobby to the spa facility.
There was a lady at the spa reception desk at the end of the long corridor which led to the spa rooms. She pointed to the list of facilities and activities on the wall and talked us through them. She didn't seem unduly concerned that we were both near-naked, although presumably most of her customers arrive clothed or at least in beachwear, or fully enveloped in big towels.
The spa receptionist only stopped talking when I removed my little towel I'd been holding in front of my pussy and put it down on her desk, which was below waist height. After my lifetime of nudity it now feels weird and oppressive to cover myself for any prolonged period.