Please see my previous 'Holiday' diaries for the 'backstory' and why / how I live a clothes-free life.
In summary I'm 28, originally from the UK but moved to southern Spain with my family 17 years ago.
I now manage a riding stables in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada mountains, a role I can perform without needing to wear clothes at all- except in mid-winter!
As before, the events below are real, taken from my diaries. Some names and places have been changed to preserve my anonymity.
We started the fourth day of our holiday in Portugal with our usual morning cup of tea on our balcony. Katya had bought pastries on the way back from the beach the previous day to avoid the hassle / embarrassment for me getting breakfast naked in non-nudist friendly places.
We chatted with the English couple on the balcony to our right. They opened up a bit having been previously a bit reserved, perhaps it was initial shock at our nudity. They seemed like a nice couple.
Katya was being 'modest' and had her floral wrap tied round her middle, covering her bottom, but it was knotted at the front so the deep, lipless and hairless groove of her lovely pussy was tantalisingly visible, only partially hidden by the lose ends of the fabric.
I was naked and looking a bit graphic as we'd just had a morning 'session' and my pussy was red and swollen, protruding even more than usual. Plus the tip of my clit was sticking out from beneath its hood.
The guy had just a towel wrapped around his middle. His hand was across the front and he was obviously trying to conceal an erection- 'morning wood'! What is it with guys first thing in the morning? Why are they always hard? When I was at uni and had occasional overnight male guests they were often stiff when they woke up, for no particular reason. I used to amuse myself and my other flatmates by forcing them to go into the kitchen naked and make me a cup of tea, in their engorged state!
When Antonio (our groundsman / handyman at the stables I manage) arrives in the mornings he's sometimes rigidly pointing skywards even before he's seen a female (Just to re-cap, Antonio is nineteen and prefers to work naked in the hot weather).
Antonio is from the mountain Romany community who live further up in the hills from our stables. It's not entirely unheard of for them to work in the nude in mid-summer, but that's usually when they're miles from anywhere, in male-only work parties, way up a rough track to nowhere. Not at a busy stable yard full of females!
Antonio's only just nineteen so I guess he's full of raging hormones and can't help being stiff 'down there' half the time. I restrict him to working with us during weekdays only, so as not to upset our weekend riders and owners. I can't be too strict with him though, seeing as I'm stark naked most of the time too. I'd ask him to wear something if anyone complained, but actually our older horse owners- middle aged ladies of leisure who are here mainly during the week- seem to enjoy seeing him around the place in his aroused state!
Back to my holiday in Portugal. We'd planned a trip out to a local stables to do some beach riding. Our new German friends Tilly and Elke were coming, as well as the two gay guys from the UK we'd met, Adam and Adrian. Katya had hired a car and it had been delivered to the hotel.
We'd all arranged to meet by the door in the lobby that leads to the hotel's underground car park. I felt really conspicuous stood there naked next to Katya in the busy reception area, I was getting a hard stare from a lady at the front desk. Not for the first time I felt horribly out of place and inappropriate.
Katya was wearing shorts and t shirt. I hadn't been able to persuade her to wear less. I'd had a long, cold shower but was still showing signs of our morning 'activity'; the area around my pussy was flushed red and the tip of my clit was still poking out a bit. In the end I waited on the other side of the door, out of sight of the lobby.
After what seemed an age the others turned up. Tilly was in a crop top and tiny little shorts. She wore no bra and the outline of her nipples was clearly visible. She looked stunning.
Elke wore a similar top to Tilly's and a short, thin floral pattern skirt. As I've previously described, Elke has very unusual breasts, they're long, empty flaps of skin, hanging down her chest. Her nipples are at the lower edge of each flap, pointing downwards. Hence although Elke was bra-less her nipples were not visible through the shirt fabric. One of my correspondents here on Literotica has compared Elke's breasts to 'dog's ears'- which is a good analogy! Imagine the ears of a spaniel.
Adrian and Adam were in shorts and t shirts.
The six of us had to cram into the small hire car, so I ended up in the back with Tilly's skinny but toned bottom sat on my naked lap. It seemed she was going 'commando'- no sign of a knicker or thong waistband when she bent down to sit on my lap and much of the upper part of her bottom- down to the crease- was revealed.
I was paranoid about getting aroused and leaving a sticky wet mark on the seat fabric. There was nothing to cover it with. As a permanently nude girl (with a high libido) that's a constant issue for me. All the upholstery at home where I sit has towels on it for this reason. I've travelled in vehicles with vinyl plastic seats in the past and ended up literally sliding around in my own slippery wetness.
As we approached the stables I realised with horror that I'd forgotten to call ahead and warn them I don't wear clothes, and to check they'd be OK with me going naked. I had phoned to book it up but forgot about the nudity aspect! Sounds odd perhaps, but I genuinely sometimes forget that I'm not wearing anything.
When we arrived, the stables looked oddly familiar! Although they're 250 miles away from 'my' stables, and across the border from Spain, they were sort of a mirror image of our site but on much flatter land. Maybe built by the same company.
