My Naed Holiday Last Year

Day 3

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

Here are some more of my diary highlights, from the third day of 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.

I started the day sitting up in bed, naked, on top of the covers as it was so warm. The room was air conditioned but we'd turned it off. Our balcony doors were wide open as the fresh morning air was so wonderfully intoxicating.

Armed with a pair of tweezers I was scrutinising my pussy area for stray hairs. I keep myself shaved smooth. I have sparse, thin, slow growing pubes so only need to shave every week or so. I don't grow 'stubble' just a light downy fuzz which gets denser if I leave it.

The weird thing is I can be totally hairless one day and then the next morning there might be a couple of long, dark hairs which seem to have appeared overnight.

I was holding my long, protruding pussy flaps over to one side with thumb and forefinger whilst I plucked out a hair which had emerged into the valley between my inner and outer labia. It hurt, but as I go nude the whole time I like to keep neat and tidy down there. After all, my pussy is as public as my face.

I ran my finger tips over my rounded pubic mound. It was as smooth as silk, just as soft and hairless as my tummy and lower abdomen. An unbroken expanse of unblemished white skin, from my tummy down to where my pink pussy lips start.

I brushed my middle finger tip over my crinkly clitoral hood. My clit was hidden at this time, but regularly puts in an appearance when I'm aroused, pushing the surrounding protuberant flesh aside and standing out, stiff and proud, like a third nipple.

The protrusion of my clit hood merged into the complex folds and creases of my extreme inner labia. Now they were in a floppy, tangled pink pile, but when I'm standing they hang down a couple of inches between my legs. I sometimes stand in front of the mirror and wonder at my brazen audacity, presenting that outrageous sight to the world every day.

When I'd finished my plucking I pursed my pussy lips together and 'flopped' them over to one side. I do that to make them look 'decent'. If I don't take care they tend to stick to my inner thighs, then if I sit down and move my legs apart my pussy can get pulled wide open. Then I'm presenting anyone in front of me with a graphically gynaecological view up inside me.

Meanwhile, across the bedroom Katya had been sorting out her clothes, deciding what to wear for the day. Not a problem for me! I'd only brought one item, a short t-shirt, and that was really only for the journey here, to hide my flat chest and big nipples from passing traffic and pedestrians in towns. Otherwise I'd brought nothing, not a stitch! Only footwear, a couple of hats and sunscreen.

I was over 250 miles away from the very few clothes I own. When I returned home from university after graduation I literally tore off my jeans and knickers when I got through the door at mum & dad's, never to wear them again. I subsequently disposed of most of the contents of my wardrobe and drawers.

All I have now are two dresses; one white and one black for formal family occasions. I have a padded bra to give the dresses some shape, but that is the only item of underwear I now own (my knicker drawer is totally empty!).

Apart from the above the only clothes I own are a few fleecy leggings and tops and a padded gilet for the winter months, plus some t-shirts which I wear (bottomless) when the mornings and evenings are chilly in spring / autumn (fall).

Katya made two cups of tea so we moved out onto the balcony. We were both naked, revelling in the wonderful feeling of the glorious morning sunshine on our bare skin.

Katya had just shaved her pussy (with help from me) in the shower a few moments earlier. I'd squatted down in front of her in the bathtub with a razor and soap while the water cascaded over us. She has to shave her 'bits' every day or she gets sharp stubble, which is abrasive and irritating to the area around my mouth.

Katya's pubic mound was now immaculately smooth and soft above her lipless pussy groove. When she's standing, her cleft forms a deep 'V' shaped notch between her legs.

The 'look' of Katya's pussy is the complete opposite of my crazily protruding fleshy flaps. It's like we're 'ying and yang' in the pussy department.

A couple from the room next door (the opposite side to the ones we'd met earlier) were also out on their balcony. We'd briefly met them the previous night when we got back to our room, after our day at the beach, but just before we left for Tilly & Elke's room. We'd introduced ourselves, I think they were a bit shocked we were both nude again, as we'd been previously (they were fully clothed).

They seemed like a nice couple but a bit quiet and reserved. They were English and in their late 20s I suppose. The woman looked the other way, and even apologised! So I said there was no need to apologise, in fact we should be the ones apologising as we were the ones who were naked! She said she thought we might not have realised they were out on their balcony.

All a bit awkward. I just didn't want to start getting in to the whole story about me never wearing clothes and how I coerce Katya to join me. It was too early and I was still a bit tired and slightly hung over. I thought they'll just have to accept the way we are, we weren't breaking any laws.

Happily at that moment the people to the other side slid back their balcony doors.

I'd very briefly seen a naked female body behind the glass door and then a moment later the lady came outside in her fluffy white dressing gown, followed by the guy with a towel wrapped around his waist.

We had a nice chat about what they'd done yesterday and what they might do today. They told us about lots of places they could go and sightsee nearby. I didn't get into how difficult it would be for me to go to those places without any clothing.

We decided to skip breakfast and get something on the beach. It was a bit awkward dealing with room service all the time, I got the impression they thought we were deliberately 'flashing' them for thrills.

I messaged our new 'gang' (Tilly, Elke, Adam and Adrian) to tell them we would be at the beach bar / cafe place we were at yesterday lunchtime if they wanted to meet us for breakfast.

I did my usual nude flit down the stairs and streaked across the lobby, only holding my beach bag in front of me when I was crossing the road to avoid dangerously distracting drivers with my exposed pussy.

Katya was wearing the tabard she'd worn yesterday- really just a beach towel with a hole in the middle over her head. It was quite windy and she might as well have been naked half the time, the ends of the towel were constantly being blown upwards and to the side.

We started walking along the promenade to the cafe- quicker than walking in the sand. Katya had put my hair up in bunches and said I looked cute. We held hands.

We found the beach cafe, sat down outside and ordered cups of hot chocolate and a selection of yummy Portuguese pastries.

The owner came and chatted to us. I checked he was still OK with me being naked (plus Katya's tabard was so short the top of her pussy slit was on view between her legs as she sat). He said it's fine, it's cool, and so much nicer than when he gets old, fat naked customers!

The owner said that being this far along the beach means there is a fair amount of nudity whereas if he was based nearer the hotels everyone would be in beachwear or more. He pointed to the dunes, a little further away, and explained that they are the unofficial nudist area and pretty much everyone is naked there and 'stuff happens'.

We'd nearly finished when our new German friends Tilly and Elke joined us. They were both in T shirts and shorts, but took their shirts off when they sat down leaving them topless. Tilly's breasts were utterly gorgeous. I noticed the cafe owner couldn't take his eyes off them when he was taking her order.

Elke looked uncomfortable and kept scratching the skin around where her empty, flap-like breasts rested on her chest. She raised one of her breasts momentarily and the skin underneath looked red and sore. I asked her if she was OK.

Up until this point she hadn't really mentioned her very unusual breasts and I hadn't raised the subject, although they intrigued me.

Elke said she was having problems with "mein boobies" as she put it. Looking around her to see if anyone was looking (the cafe was quiet at that point) she lifted up one of her boob flaps again for me to see. Oh my goodness! The skin on the underneath of her breast and also on her chest, the part normally hidden by her breasts, was red raw and looked wet. It looked so painful and uncomfortable.

Elke explained that the exceptionally hot weather made her sweat under her breasts and they had become painful and sore where they rub against her chest.

I thought Elke should really see a doctor but I had an idea of something we could try first. I'm a sort of unofficial medic at the stables, I know a lot about treating horses and some of it is translatable to humans.

Stable girl Sophi had terrible shaving rash when she first started shaving her pubic hair, which I successfully treated by using an ointment we use for horse's hooves! She used to get me to apply it while she laid back on a hay bale with her legs apart, which I enjoyed very much. Plus I've helped out in the several accidents and scrapes that are inevitable for horse riders. I'm especially good with skin issues. After all, 100% of my skin is usually exposed 24/7 to all kinds of hazards.

When we'd walked down the promenade earlier I'd noticed a small pharmacy in a row of shops just across the road from where we'd come on to the beach, near the cafe. I told Elke to put her t shirt back on and to follow me, and to bring some money. I was naked of course, but was prepared to embarrass myself a bit to help out my new friend.

Elke asked me if I wanted to put something on first but I reminded her that I don't have any clothes. She even offered to lend me her shorts (she had bikini bottoms on underneath), which was sweet but I of course politely declined. Clothing just feels horrible.

We opened the pharmacy door. There was a big 'kerching!' as the bell over the doorway announced our presence. The girl behind the desk looked a bit shocked and slightly disgusted when she saw my naked body. I established she could understand Spanish (I have very little Portuguese) and explained that my friend had a skin issue- possible infected rash- and we needed some advice.

The assistant shouted to a middle aged guy in the back of the shop- the pharmacist as it turned out- who came to the desk. Oddly he didn't seem to particularly acknowledge that I wasn't wearing anything!

I explained to the pharmacist that my friend had a bad rash on her chest. He asked to see, so I told Elke to take her top off. Luckily there was no-one else in the shop. I asked Elke to lift her breast up to show the man. She looked embarrassed but did as I asked, raising each big skin flap in turn by lifting each one up by its nipple.

The pharmacist put on a pair of surgical gloves and examined each breast in turn. This was still in the middle of the shop! I'd expected they might have had a private consulting room. He raised each boob right up to see all the way underneath, and felt the thin breast tissue, finally examining each nipple closely.

The pharmacist's choice of language to speak to me was heavily accented English:

"Your friend has very unusual breast development, I can see it will be causing her problems. The best I can do here and now is to give you some antibiotic topical powder, to sprinkle under each breast. It should dry it out and address the inflammation".

He also said to keep the breasts raised as much as possible, giving the affected area some air and a chance to heal. But not in direct sunlight as that would need sunscreen which would conflict with the antibiotic powder.

He said Elke needed to keep her breasts as dry as possible, but bathing in sea water was a good thing because of the salt, but to dry them carefully afterwards and re-apply the powder.

I translated this as best I could into German for Elke and she put her shirt back on and paid the pharmacist.

Elke and I chatted as we walked back to the others. In fact we stood talking outside the shop for a while, much to the amusement and fascination of several passers-by. I sometimes completely forget I'm naked and the effect it has on others.

Elke was very grateful to me and confided how her breasts were such a problem for her, she was teased at school and doesn't let boyfriends touch them or see her topless. She feels OK to expose her breasts here though as nobody knows her. She actually looked to be on the edge of tears. She hugged me and said thank you again.

Elke looked down at my almost flat chest, barren except for my two big pierced pokie nipples, with their silver barbells. I think she felt comfortable talking to me about hers as I'm a bit compromised breast-wise as well.

Elke was emotional, tears filled her eyes and I thought she was going to cry. She said she'd be much better having her breasts 'chopped off'. But then she said that now she had a proper job for the first time she was planning on saving up and having implants fitted. I said that was probably the best idea, removal would leave scars. (One of the stable girls, Izzy, is mostly missing one of her breasts following a bad car smash when she was much younger. A mental image of Izzy's terrible scar across her devastated left breast flashed across my mind).

Just before we got back to the others at the cafe Elke stopped and hugged me again, more tightly this time, pressing those pancake breasts against my chest. She said:

"Oh, I can feel your nipples pressing into me!".

She squeezed my bare bottom and in doing so touched the rear-facing edges of my protruding inner labia. Not sure if that was intentional or not! Anyway I squeezed her bottom back- on the outside of her shorts- why not? Then she said, almost in a whisper,

"I think it is so hot that you are naked all the time"

She ran her hands down my sides and hips, and then squeezed both my buttocks, but missing my labia this time. I was getting quite a lesbian vibe from her.

When Elke and I got back to the cafe it had filled up. As I stood there in front of our group I noticed most people had stopped talking and were looking at me. I could feel I'd got a bit wet from my naked visit to the pharmacist and Elke's hugs and squeezes. I wondered if my clit was sticking out, I could feel it had stiffened.

I suggested we explore the nearby dunes. I sent a quick message to our new group chat telling Adam and Adrian what we were doing, they'd been delayed and hadn't made it to the cafe.

We walked towards the dunes, encountering some nude, older couples but no sighting of yesterday's naked bride, much to my disappointment.

Climbing the first dune we surveyed the scene. There was lots of nudity now. The hollows between the dunes were occupied by sunbathers, mostly naked.

We found a spot in one of the valleys between the dunes and laid out our towels. Katya lifted her tabard over her head and laid on that. Elke and lovely Tilly stripped off too and we all laid in a row.

There was a middle-aged couple nearby. The woman was fully shaved and was somewhat plump with small breasts. The guy had been lying on his back but was now sitting up, hunched forward, I was suspicious that he was hiding an erection as a result of seeing the sudden influx of we four, now naked young women!

Tilly was restless and seemed to be full of unspent energy. She got up and ran up the nearest dune a couple of times, and slid back down. She had an air of innocent un-self consciousness about the view she was presenting between her legs on the climb up, and also when she slid back down with her legs spread wide.

When Tilly's legs were akimbo her neat, totally shaved coin-slot pussy opened up, revealing a stunning slash of bright pink inner labia, which was otherwise hidden from view.

After a while, Tilly came over to me, and whilst absent-mindedly brushing the accumulated sand from her agonisingly lovely pussy she asked me to join her.

Reluctantly I did. She wanted to race me to the top. So I had to blatantly display my flapping labia lips between my legs from behind to the couple opposite as I ascended the dry, hot dune.

At least I kept my legs together when I slid back down again. My pussy was wet so it would have opened up and become filled up inside with sand.

As it was, when I looked down I saw my hanging flaps and inner thighs were totally encrusted with golden grains. I'd been gushing wetness since my visit to the pharmacy and hugs with Elke. Now the dry sand had stuck to the resultant sticky areas. I couldn't have highlighted my arousal more if I'd painted my nether regions in luminous paint. My clit was now protruding, and even that had a crusty capping of fine sand.

Tilly still wanted me to race her up the dunes but I needed a break, so I offered to help Elke with the antibiotic powder we'd bought in the pharmacy.

I thought she might be shy of doing it here, or might want Tilly to do it, but she agreed. She handed me the packet, and said:

"You do it, ja?"

In her curt, German accent.

I knelt to the side of her, and immediately realised I was giving everyone, including the couple opposite (and a couple of guys who had stopped to watch as they walked past), a graphic rear view between my legs of my sand covered dangling, dripping inner lips.

Elke was on her back, so I lifted one of her breast flaps using the same method she had used in the pharmacy- I held her nipple delicately between thumb & forefinger and lifted it up and pulled it back, fully exposing the livid, damp, red infected area of normally concealed skin. It looked angry and raw.

To my surprise the flap stayed flopped back where I'd put it. I was able to open the container, and after a quick read of the instructions, I sprinkled some of it evenly over the affected area.

Leaving the first breast flap resting on the top of her chest I did the same with her second breast. I had to lean further forwards to do this, and as consciously aware that I was putting on quite a show between my legs. I looked round and saw we had an audience, not just the nude couple and the two guys on the dune but several other people who had been walking by and had stopped to watch.

Whether the main attraction was Elke's breasts or my upturned bottom (or any of the rest of us) I'm not sure.

I told Elke she should leave the treated area exposed. She was in the shadow of a dune so the direct sunlight wasn't on her. One of the breast flaps started to creep back to assume its natural position so she held them up by her nipples! It was a really bizarre sight.

I knelt up, still beside Elke, to examine my handiwork and see if I'd missed anywhere. My legs were slightly apart, and I noticed Elke was looking between them. I looked down at my dangling pussy flaps and saw a thick string of clear sticky liquid hanging down from the lowest extent of my sand encrusted inner lips. It was about to hit the dry surface of the sand directly below me. It glistened in the sun.

I could do nothing but watch it emerge and extend. We both did, as probably did the rest of our party. At the top of my pussy the big, erect nub of my aroused clitoris stuck out like a bright pink beacon.

I was a sand coated sticky mess between my legs and I wanted to wash it off. I couldn't run up and down dunes like that, plus my lips had separated, meaning I would have been exposed to getting sand up inside me.