My Naked Holiday Last Year Pt 01

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.

The lady at the desk stared at my exposed pussy and seemed lost for words momentarily. The view of my monster fleshy flaps between my legs is quite unique, especially after our recent sex, and it does take people by surprise.

The lady quickly gathered herself and we chose to do the steam room, followed by the plunge pool, and then some time in the indoor pool.

We decided to leave the massage, aromatherapy and mud treatments etc. for another day maybe. She handed us a big fluffy white towel each, which Katya used to replace the towel around her waist, I just held mine by my side.

We opened the door to the steam room and were hit by the heat- but it was still cooler than it had been outside! We could make out 2 other people in there. As the steam cleared a bit we could see two girls- early 20s. They were sat at opposite ends of a slatted wooden bench on one side of the room. They were both completely naked and sat on their towels, so we did the same, on the benches on the opposite side of the room.

I was pleased that Katya had taken her towel off and was naked too. We introduced ourselves to the two girls, who turned out to be German. Luckily they spoke good English, as Katya's German is poor. The first girl was called Matilda but goes as Tilly.

Tilly was 21 and had a short, blonde 'bob' hairstyle. She was very pretty, slim, and tall. Her legs were very long, and very slender and toned. She was sat up with her back against the wall, her legs slightly apart. She had medium sized breasts ('C' probably- having never needed to buy a bra I'm no expert on sizes!) Similar to Katya's.

I'd describe Tilly's boobs as 'perky' and pointy, with cute little upturned pink nipples. Between her legs she was completely shaved or waxed or whatever. The top of her pussy slit was just visible and, as far as I could see of it, looked like a perfect 'coin slot'.

Tilly introduced her friend, Elke, also 21. Elke's hair was long, and a darker blonde than Tilly's. She was not as obviously pretty as Tilly but attractive nonetheless.

The first thing I noticed about Elke, and this sounds a bit cruel, were her very unusual breasts. They were oddly 'empty' looking. They looked like they had started off a similar size to Tilly's but had everything drained out of them.

Elke's breasts were completely flat, and in effect were two big flaps of skin hanging down her chest. Her nipples were quite sizeable and pointed downwards from the lowest edge of each 'flap'. I've literally never seen anything like them, even on the really old topless women we sometimes encounter on beaches.

Elke's sitting pose mirrored her friend's at the opposite end of the bench. She was also completely bald between her legs, but I couldn't see anything of her actual pussy.

As it turned out, Elke's gynaecology was as unusual as her breasts, her pussy being very low down. It was almost invisible from the front when she stood up, in fact more rearward than front-facing. This was revealed when she stood up to put more water on the heater to generate the steam. From the front all we could see was her smooth, hairless pubic mound. But with her back to us her pussy was clearly visible from behind from my sitting position.

As Elke bent down to attend to the steam machine her entire pussy presented itself to us between her legs. Her very slim hips and skinny bottom framed her plump outer labia and very long, rear-facing pussy slit, which was fringed by crinkly inner lips which protruded noticeably.

I'm always fascinated by anyone else who has unusual sexual development, and this girl was at least on a par with me in terms of her singularity.

Both Elke and Tilly seemed to be lovely people. They were from Heidelburg, were friends from kindergarten, and now work in office jobs having recently graduated from university. This holiday was to celebrate them finally earning some of their own money!

Katya and I were chatting nicely with our two new friends when the door opened and two guys entered the steam room. Both had towels tied around their waists.

The first guy was very hairy and quite muscular. He was closely followed by his friend. He was more slight in build and seemed to have no body hair and looked quite effeminate. My 'gaydar' immediately detected that they were a couple.

The second guy had his hand over his groin area, despite the firmly tied white towel- and it was clear he was struggling to hide / contain an erection! I always think that scenario is funny, so I watched with interest.

The two guys hesitated when they saw us four naked girls. The first one asked if it was OK to come in. He was English, with a northern accent. I said of course it was, and pre-empting a second question, suggested they climbed up the ladder to the upper benches and sit on their towels and relax- i.e. giving them permission / the suggestion that it was OK / expected for them to be naked.

The first guy walked up to Katya's & my bench and removed his towel and spread it out on the wooden slats on the upper level. He was certainly well endowed. Long and floppy, uncircumcised, surrounded by a thick black thatch, in keeping with his general level of hairiness. He stood right in front of me, his appendage swinging only inches from my face, but only briefly as he climbed up onto the top 'shelf'.

The second guy looked much more coy and shy, and was still covering his groin / holding his towel in place firmly. He looked around nervously, and asked if it was definitely OK for him to be naked. He also had a northern English accent but sounded much softer than his partner.

I said of course it's OK to be naked, this is a mixed sauna and everyone else is already nude! He stood next to Tilly, facing her, and in one quick move took off his towel and re-covered himself with his hand. Either he was shy, or hiding an erection, probably both.

I could see him pondering how he was going to climb up to the top bench one handed. It really required both hands. Realising that, he looked at Tilly and said:

"You might want to look away, Miss, I'm going to have to use both hands for this!"

Tilly just smiled and said something like she'd seen it all before, and carried on looking. I fancied I heard a 'thwack' or a slap which could have been his released erection hitting his lower abdomen. He quickly spread his towel out and climbed up the wood structure. I tried to read Tilly's expression, she looked surprised and amused at the same time.

The guy quickly sat down and assumed a 'knees up' pose, presumably to hide his tumescence. We included them in our chat. They seemed like really nice guys, mid-20s. They were from Manchester in the UK and were struggling with the heat outside so had sought refuge in the spa (in the steam room!). The hairy guy was called Adam, and the hairless one was Adrian.

After quite a while we'd had enough of the steam so decided to do the plunge-pool. Katya asked the guys if they were going to join us. Adam immediately said "Sure", but Adrian hesitated. He seemed to be trying to communicate something to Adam; mouthing something and pointing between his legs. I worked out he was saying "I'm still hard!!".

I decided to try to put him at his ease, but part of me also wanted to see 'what he'd got', i.e. what he was hiding. I said:

"Look Adrian, it's fine with me, I won't be shocked or embarrassed, I see that sort of thing every day where I work".

Then I realised how I could be miss-construed! I meant I see our landscaping and fencing guy Antonio walking around naked with an erection half the time. And also when I tease Zander (my sort of ex, the delivery guy) when I pull his shorts down in my office and spread my legs and play with my labia and watch his reaction.

So I had to explain that I wasn't a sex worker or anything else sordid, I just meant that our contractor often works naked. And as several of my female stable staff sometimes go semi (or even wholly) naked through choice when it's unbearably hot, he's consequently often popping a hard-on as he works.

Tilly and Elke also said they didn't mind seeing his erection (Tilly told him she'd already seen it when he told her to look away!). So he jumped off the top deck bench and there it was. Fairly modest size, but impressive upward angle, around 45 degrees from his abdomen. And as I suspected, he was completely hairless, everywhere below his head.

Adrian apologised and said it was his first time naked 'in public' and he just couldn't make it go down. He emphasised that it wasn't a reaction to our nudity or any threat to us as he's gay. He explained he'd been like that since he'd stripped down to his towel in the changing room. Just the buzz and rush from being naked or near-naked.

We walked through to the plunge pool, all six of us putting our towels down and standing around the deep water, wondering who would jump first.

The attendant surveyed our naked forms and probably thought we were an odd bunch.

Adrian with his bald and inappropriate stiffy jutting upwards.

Elke with her breasts in the form of two big flaps of skin and having no visible vulva.

Me with my all-too visibly explicit pussy with a couple of inches of pink labia hanging between my legs, exaggerated and swollen even more than normal by the heat of the steam.

Katya, being brave, jumped in first. Even she yelled out as she was fully immersed in the cold water. I jumped next and screamed! Crikey it was cold. Then lots of noise from the others as all six of us went for it.

We got out pretty quickly and wrapped ourselves in our towels to get warm again. Even I did briefly until I started feeling the oppression and dystopia of being covered and restrained by the fluffy fabric.

We all walked through to the indoor pool area and put our towels down on the loungers. I noticed that the cold water had done its job on Adrian- he'd shrunk down to a modest, limp, downward angle, no longer X-rated, and just as well as there were others in and around the pool.