My Naked Holiday Last Year Pt 02

Hi again all, firstly please see my profile description to see why I live my life mostly in the nude.

Here are some more of my diary highlights, from my holiday with my GF Katya in Portugal last summer.

As before, this is fact not fiction, but I have changed some names and am a bit vague on places to preserve my privacy.

We started the day sat on our balcony with a cup of tea. There were tea & coffee making facilities in the room. It was already very warm but with light cloud, thus keeping the full force of the sun off my as yet un-protected bare skin. Katya was naked too.

At that point we heard the glass door slide open on the balcony next to ours. A young couple emerged. They were both wearing the fluffy towelling dressing gowns that the hotel provides (that we should really have been wearing!).

The guy said:

"Good Morning girls, fancy you being our next door neighbours!"

Then I recognised them from the pool the previous afternoon, they had been in swimsuits. I apologised for our lack of clothing (knowing the guy needed no apology, he was visibly drinking in our nudity). I said I hoped we weren't offending them. The girl said it was completely fine (and the guy nodded). She said they always seem to end up places where clothing seems 'optional'. Last year they were in Croatia right next to a nude beach and they both ended up going naked.

"If you can't beat them, join them" was her appraisal. Croatia seems to have similar attitudes to Spain and Portugal regarding casual nudity.

Making our excuses, we retreated back into our room. I knew Katya was a bit embarrassed as she's not so comfortable with casual nudity, she was only undressed on the balcony to please me.

We phoned down for a room service breakfast and did our sunscreen while we were waiting. We both stood naked to do each other from top to toe.

Doing each other's fronts often leads to sexual activity, so we had to control ourselves as our breakfast could arrive at any minute.

There was a knock on our room door and then almost simultaneously the buzz of a master key card in the lock. The door was kicked open by a lad in hotel uniform holding a tray weighed down by two breakfasts.

We were both standing naked in the middle of the room, Katya putting the finishing touches to my sunscreen on my inner thighs, occasionally brushing against my dangling inner labia lips.

"I thought you were supposed to wait until we answered" said Katya.

The kid, who looked barely 18, apologised in Portuguese, blushed bright red and started to back out of the room. Katya spoke again:

"No! Come back! It's OK, just put it down on the table on the balcony!"

The kid was shaking as he put the tray down, making all the crockery and cutlery rattle and jingle. I'm not sure if our nudity had un-nerved, him or Katya's brusque manner- she can be quite scary. She still gave him a tip though, handing him a €5 bill which he took with his trembling hand whilst staring at her bare breasts. He never looked her in the eyes once.

After breakfast we prepared to go to the beach. We'd agreed to meet Tilly and Elke in the lobby. Katya started to put on a t-shirt and shorts but I persuaded her to just wear her 'tabard' (I think that's what it's called, could be a poncho or kaftan). It's basically a long towel with a hole in the middle that you put your head through.

The tabard material hangs down your front & back and is completely open at the sides. It's meant to be a thing to get changed under, or to wear after a swim, over a swimsuit.

Katya's had her tabard as long as I've known her. It used to have ties at the sides but they've long gone. The best bit from my warped point of view is that it's now too short for her, so it only covers her vital bits if she stands upright and there's no wind!

I took my linen shoulder bag, with sunscreen and a drink, plus money, room key, and a beach towel. One advantage of going nude is I'm ready in no time at all!

I was worried about having to stand in the lobby naked waiting for Tilly and Elke, so we left the room at the same time we were supposed to be in the lobby.

We crept down the service stairs and I opened the door to the lobby just a crack to see if I could see the two girls. At first I couldn't, but then I saw them exit the lift and walk across the lobby to stand by the door. They were in shorts and t shirts and flip-flops, and carried a big beach bag each.

I ran across the lobby (streaked actually), with my bag covering my groin, followed by Katya. The girls started laughing, it seems they'd had a bet on whether I'd be naked or not! I said of course I was naked, I wasn't lying to them yesterday when I said I don't 'do' clothes.

I wanted to get out of the lobby quickly as people were staring. They were also looking at Katya- not surprisingly as all she was wearing was a towel over her head leaving a big expanse of naked flesh down each side of her body.

The whole side of each of Katya's medium sized breasts were completely on show. Her jutting boobs raised the towelling away from her body at the front meaning that if you were standing at the right angle to the side you could see her pussy, or at least the profile of her plump, hairless pubic mound.

We exited the lobby and walked across the hotel frontage to the main road which runs between the hotel and the beach. At this point I was still holding my bag in front of my pussy. I've previously been the cause of accidents. Once when I was standing naked waiting for the pedestrian crossing a car ran into the back of another. I ran away but I'm sure I caused the distraction leading to the smash.

As soon as we reached the sand I started to relax. I moved my bag away from my groin, and I felt free and unfettered again. I'm completely at home naked on beaches, I've never, ever, worn anything on the beach either here or when I lived in the UK.

We walked along from the busiest part to where the crowds started to thin. It wasn't a naturist beach but there were quite a few topless females. But I was the only one naked and I got lots of attention.

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I unpacked my towel, laid it out, and sat down. Katya's only towel was the one she was wearing! So she lifted it over her head and spread it out alongside mine. She was looking all around her, and didn't seem entirely relaxed. I know she's not 100% comfortable with sunbathing naked in public but I know she does it for me and I appreciate it. She lay on her front though.

I was very impressed by the way Tilly and Elke immediately stripped off their t-shirts, shorts and bikini bottoms and were naked without fuss or apparent embarrassment. I think in general Germans are pretty uninhibited regarding nudity.

Again, I was really struck by how unusual Elke's breasts were. They're as flat as a pancake! Not 'flat' as in almost non-existent like mine, but such an unusual shape.

Elke arranged her towel by crawling on all fours. Her breasts hung down, two thin strips, flapping back and forth as she manoeuvred herself. I suppose the hanging flaps were about three to four inches long, roughly the same wide, but only about half an inch thick.

Most unusually, Elke's nipples were at the lowest point, aiming downwards even when she was standing. I could see that the skin that was normally hidden- the undersides of her breasts and the skin beneath them on her chest- looked like it suffered with a red rash. It looked sore.

The other view it was impossible to ignore when she was on all fours was her spectacular rearward-facing pussy. Her bottom was waif-like skinny so didn't provide any cover for what she had between her cheeks. We had a full-on view of her crinkly inner labia fringed vulva. And then when she turned over and sat up it wasn't visible at all! Just smooth unblemished hairless white skin, vanishing between her legs without a hint of a crease.

Later, that evening, alone with Katya, we reflected on how Elke could have heterosexual sex with her rear-facing vagina. We didn't see how 'missionary position' would be possible, surely it would only work with 'doggy-style' from behind or with her sat on top, cowboy style, but she would need to lean back a lot.

All this pre-supposed that guys were up for sex with Elke and weren't put off by her very unusual breast physiology. But on the other hand, I had plenty of heterosexual sex opportunity when I was at university, despite my very minimal breasts.

Up until university I'd thought no-one would 'want me' (I went to a girls-only boarding school in the UK), but it turns out many guys have a fetish for big pussy lips like mine. My frequent nudity in college halls and at parties / gatherings meant every guy knew about my outrageous flaps.

I'd had some bad experiences previously; guys I'd got 'friendly' with who'd got as far as putting their hand in my knickers and then were shocked and repelled on encountering my acres of protruding pussy flaps. Equally when I wore a padded bra and guys felt inside them and only found a pair of large nipples.

I was somewhat traumatised by these experiences of rejection and in a way felt more comfortable going naked in student party situations; at least it filtered out guys who didn't have a big pussy / small breast fetish. Fancy dress parties were easy- I was always 'Eve' or 'Lady Godiva' or a Greek statue!

Going naked in student social situations meant I was always being 'hit on' and had to try to separate out the guys who genuinely fancied me from the ones who just wanted to 'score THAT pussy' to earn bragging rights with their mates. I did get emotionally hurt a bit, feeling 'used' until I learned to distinguish the difference between genuine attraction and guys who just wanted kudos with their friends.

On the beach the four of us just relaxed and chatted together for quite some time. We were the only ones naked within sight so got lots of attention, but by 'strength of numbers' we didn't feel too out of place.

Every beach peddler of drinks and snacks seemed to target us, just to check out our naked bodies presumably.

After a couple of hours I started to feel restless. There's only so long I can stay still and do nothing, I have a lot of restless energy.

I got up and walked alone, away from the most crowded part of the beach, skirting the edge of the sea. I let the sea lap over my feet as the waves rolled in. I was in a world of my own. I noticed lots of people looking at me but I was comfortable with it and it gave me a familiar buzz and tingle in my pussy.

Unlike in a hotel lobby or restaurant I felt entitled to be there, naked and natural, un-adorned in the open air, even though I was the only one naked as far as I could see.

I was starting to feel 'lubricated' between my legs so I glanced down to see if my clit was sticking out, as it does when I get aroused. All I could see was the very modest swell of my tiny breasts, my huge nipples (which resemble wine-bottle corks), and the exposed protruding mass of my inner labia, which looks a bit like a shark's fin, a bright pink labyrinthine expanse sticking out between my legs. They flap from side to side in time with my footsteps.

The only unpleasant bit was when I was skirting a group of twenty-something lads in big board shorts who were surrounded by discarded beer cans and bottles. They sounded English I'm sad to say, I heard one of them say "Look at the f-ing pussy flaps on that". Except he used another word for 'pussy' which has 4 letters and begins with 'C'.

As the sunbathers became more sparse so did the clothing. As I walked on, more and more females were topless. There were two or three naked older couples.

Then I saw a small group of women, aged between twenty-five to thirty-five. They were all in bikinis except for one of them who was sat naked with her legs tightly together. Not completely naked as she was wearing the head / veil part of a wedding dress. But nothing else!

The women were surrounded by bottles of champagne or Prosecco. I assumed it was a hen party and they'd forced the bride to go naked except for her veil! She was big-breasted and, as far as I could see, had no pubic hair. I thought that was really hot and it gave me a big pussy tingle.

Then I heard my name being called. Someone was calling "Zandra!" (most people call me Zandra, only my mum calls me Alessandra!).

I looked up and saw Adam and Adrian from the hotel! I ran up to meet them. Adam's first response was along the lines of "Wow, you really do go naked, we were watching you from about a mile away, you really stand out amongst all the textiles!"

Adam was wearing the same black shorts he'd worn at the spa yesterday. He stood up and hugged me, squeezing my bare bottom. Maybe a little 'forward' for an Englishman who I'd only met the previous day, but he's gay, so I didn't fuss.

Adrian stayed sat on his towel. but smiled broadly and said it was great to see me again. I noticed he didn't look directly at my pussy, even though I was stood directly over him, with my legs slightly apart, hands on hips.

Adrian was wearing a very small item of apparel. I'm not sure how to describe it. Sort of a male thong I suppose. It looked like a thing guys wear to keep their 'bits' in place when they play sports- it was black and just covered his vital items and even then not very well. If he'd had any pubic hair at all it would have shown. Even though he was quite modestly endowed he was still struggling to keep it all contained. The waistband, and, as it turned out, the back, were just bits of string.

I invited them over to join Katya, Tilly and Elke. As they gathered their stuff I noticed the hen party group were now walking down to the water's edge. The 'hen' was still naked except for her veil! Her bare back and naked bottom stood out starkly from the other five or six girls who were all wearing bikinis. None of them were even topless.

The prospective bride seemed to have an arm across her breasts and her hand between her legs as she walked, but it was difficult to tell exactly from the back. I wanted to stay and watch- it was a big turn-on for me, the thought that she was being 'forced' to be the only naked member of her group of friends.

I was walking alongside Adrian and couldn't help noticing he was walking awkwardly. He was clearly partly aroused- a 'semi' I suppose- and had pushed out the black thong material at the front. I dropped back a bit and there was nothing at the back- just string vanishing between his cheeks.

Adrian seemed really embarrassed and didn't speak much, he seemed to be having an inward struggle. It's so much more difficult being male in these circumstances! I was well aroused by now, by the nude 'hen' but also Adrian's 'situation'. I could feel my clit hardening and pushing out and I felt soggy between my legs- my wetness was starting to flood.

But compared with Adam's increasing difficulty 'downstairs' I was nowhere near him on the lewdness scale. I decided to address the situation with him. I said I could see his problem but not to worry, nudity is legal in Portugal (actually I don't know if it is- it certainly is at home in Spain!) but try to keep it down, and told him to think about bad and unpleasant things!

The material was now bulging out to a ridiculous degree, his 'bits' visible from the sides. It looked like he'd 'pop out' at any moment. I wondered if he'd actually look less obscene just taking the thong off and walking along with a good honest erection. It's very rare to see erections even on nudist beaches, but they do happen (sometimes caused by Katya and me!).

The beach was getting busier as we walked back to our patch. My main worry was that someone would complain and Adrian would get into trouble for being lewd in a public place.

I always worry that my prominent inner labia might be deemed 'lewd', also my stiff clit when it's aroused- it sticks out by up to an inch. But's that's nothing compared with a full male erection.

We did get lots of attention but no actual complaints or cat-calls. And luckily no sign of police or beach patrols. We avoided the group of drunken guys who'd made obscene comments about my anatomy. I'm sure they'd have had something to say about my protruding clit and wet inner thighs if they'd been close enough, and Adrian's bizarrely bulging thong.

I found Katya, Tilly and Elke. They were pleased to see the guys and smiled when they saw Adrian's barely concealed erection. He quickly sat down on the sand, the action of doing so made the fabric give up the unequal struggle and his arousal sprang free, poking out of the top of the tiny pouch. It was clearly uncomfortable, and Adam just told him to take it off.

Tossing the now useless scrap of fabric to one side he caught the towel Adam had thrown him and laid it out, unavoidably displaying his erect member to everyone around us. He sat up on the towel, doing his best to hide himself.

We all sat and chatted for some time. Then we went in the sea, all except for Adrian who said he'd guard our towels but we all knew it was due to his persistent erection.

We were all still gloriously naked. I marvelled again at Elke's buoyant breast flaps- the way the waves lifted them and dropped them back down as the sea ebbed and flowed.

There's no better feeling than being naked in the sea. I was glad of the opportunity to wash the sand-encrusted sticky wetness from my inner thighs. Plus I thought that maybe the cold water would make my stiff clit button shrink back a little.

When the water was above my waist I put my fingers inside my pussy to sloosh out the slippery wetness. When the water suddenly receded I was left there with my fingers up my vagina, on full view to the beach! I'm used to the relative calm of the Mediterranean Sea but this was the Atlantic!

Looking directly at me nearby was a woman in a full swimsuit. She looked very disapprovingly at me- it must have looked just like I'd been caught out masturbating!

When we walked back up to our spot on the sand I noticed it was Tilly who got the most looks and attention. She's a beautiful leggy blonde and has a stunning, perfect model-like figure.

We were still the only naked people on our part of the beach, except for Adam who'd kept his shorts on. So many people were staring and watching us. It felt quite oppressive. I like to sit Indian-style, legs open, it's so much more comfortable for me. But I saw some guys angling themselves and moving about to get a direct full-on view between my legs. I don't really mind, in some ways it's a turn-on for me but it wasn't very relaxing.

And then there are the camera phones. We were vigilant, and Katya's like a tiger if she sees someone photographing or videoing me, but I'm sure there are pictures out there on the net of us.

We made a decision to move out to beyond where I'd found the boys, where it was quieter and there was some other nudity. Plus I was secretly keen to see if the hen party bride I'd seen was still being kept naked by her friends.

Another reason was it was lunchtime and I was hungry. The cafe / bar places further along would probably be more cool about us being nude.

When we stood up, Adrian moved to pick up his towel and wrap it round his waist. He was still rock hard! But Adam told him to give him the towel. He was going to make him walk naked and erect along the beach. I realised that their relationship is based on Adrian being under the 'control' of Adam. Adam had probably made Adrian wear the impossibly small thong, which would definitely not fit back on him.

Adrian fell in close behind us, so close to Elke that he actually prodded her bare bottom with his erection a couple of times. She swatted 'it' with the palm of her hand and he apologised!

Elke was slightly taller than Adrian. Her rear-facing pussy slit was clearly visible from behind as she walked. It would have been technically possible for Adrian to have accidentally penetrated Elke's vagina if she'd stopped suddenly. I thought about the consequences and reactions if that had actually happened- his first and only heterosexual experience perhaps!