My Naked Trip Along The Costa

Here is another extract from my diaries, from late April this year. As always, it's entirely factual but I have changed some names and am a bit vague about some locations.

I'm 28 and am an English girl managing a rural riding school / stables here in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada, Andalusia, southern Spain.

It's getting warmer here, it's spring at last! Mid 70s during the day but still fairly cold at night. I'm able to go naked more often now. Last Friday I walked the half mile in to work, through the vineyards, dressed only in a big woolly jumper worn over a t shirt, and my yard boots. I was nude from the waist down, much to the amusement / titillation of the vineyard owner.

By mid-morning coffee I was fully nude except my boots. I put my t shirt back on later in the afternoon, and then my jumper too, plus my long riding boots for a short ride out with a couple of horse owners here.

Both Katya (my girlfriend) and I had the coming weekend off, but I didn't expect the surprise she had in store. By 6pm we were just tidying up and finishing off. We were in the barn, which was quite hot, Katya was down to her jodhpurs; topless, which is such a great look for her. Her breasts are just perfect, mid-sized and firm, but just the right amount of 'jiggle' when she moves about.

Katya has an exceptionally deep 'cameltoe' pussy. Tight jodhpurs show a very distinct 'V' shaped valley between her legs. I'm not sure if she's aware of this.

While we were tidying up, we got a late delivery of horse feed and supplements. Both Katya and I helped the driver unload and carry in to the barn. He was a new guy and it was really funny watching him being so distracted- Katya topless and me bottomless. He just didn't know where to look first. Seeing him staring at Katya's exquisite bare breasts gave me a pussy tingle.

I'd thought we were going to Katya's house for the weekend so had told Mum and Dad I wouldn't be around. I hadn't packed anything as everything I need is at Katya's- i.e. nothing! I didn't have a change of t shirt or anything as I'd just normally go nude at hers the whole time.

But on the way to her car Katya said she had a surprise and we were going away for the weekend! She explained we'd been invited to her cousin's house, on the Mediterranean Costa coast about 35 miles to the east of here. Katya had previously mentioned her cousin Yana. She's 6 years younger than Katya, about 22.

Yana and her older Italian partner Gustavo, had lived and worked in Ukraine; near Odessa, but moved to Spain last year due to the war. Gustavo works in the same industry as Katya's dad, something to do with the mountain dams and hydro-electric power or similar.

All I had was what I was wearing- my t shirt, jumper and long riding boots. Completely bare-bottomed. I suddenly felt a bit exposed and nervous. I'd never met Yana or Gustavo.

I asked Katya if she'd explained that I go naked. She said she might have mentioned it. Certainly any photos she'd shared of me with her cousin would probably be of me without clothes. But she couldn't say for sure.

So I was a bit worried. I looked down at myself as we drove along. My t shirt & jumper were quite short, just below my navel, so my lower abdomen, hairless pubic mound, thighs and knees were all one expanse of pale, naked smooth skin.

I sat with my legs slightly apart for comfort, so the top part of my pussy lips and clit hood were visible. I shuddered slightly at the thought of two more strangers (to me) about to become familiar with my most intimate female anatomy. It was a feeling of apprehension and shyness, mixed with the thrill of outrageous and shocking exposure. Who else in the world would step into someone's house naked from the waist down with protruding pink labia flesh on open display? It's at times like this that I fundamentally question what I'm doing.

But I had no option, nothing to cover up with. I suppose I could have borrowed something from Katya's overnight bag but something held me back- my hatred of actually wearing clothes, plus the sexual buzz I knew I'd get from being naked in a new setting. I could feel my pussy tingling inside and welling up with wetness. I looked anxiously at my fleshy clit hood to see if what it currently concealed was about to put in an appearance.

We arrived within an hour. Katya parked the car on the drive of a modest holiday villa type bungalow. Yana and Gustavo were renting it until they could get themselves organised and find something else.

I was oddly nervous. As part of my work at the stables I frequently turn up naked at farms and stables, or horse supply stores. They often don't know I'll be arriving in the nude, and often I don't know anyone there.

The adrenaline certainly flows on those visits (along with my pussy wetness) but I don't get major nerves or shyness. But somehow that's different; in the remote hills there's a certain relaxed vibe.

It's not unknown for me to see other naked folk on my rural travels; mainly male but occasionally female. Workers in fields and by the roadside fixing walls and fences, sometimes wearing little or nothing in the intense summer heat, where visiting strangers are very rarely encountered. And daughters / female family members helping in volcano-hot farmhouse kitchens where any clothing would soon be wringing with sweat.

When I turn up nude in these situations it's not as outrageous as it sounds. It amuses me when the unexpected sight of my unadorned form and prominent pussy gives a naked farm hand an unwanted and embarrassing erection in front of his workmates / family!

My casual nudity on rural visits isn't always out of line with the local customs and general vibe. But getting out of the car here, on a fairly busy residential road surrounded by other houses, about to meet people who possibly didn't know I go naked, felt strangely awkward and inappropriate. It was still broad daylight. People were walking by and driving past in cars.

Katya got out and took her bag out of the boot. I was frozen with fear, couldn't move. Katya came round to my door and opened it. I still didn't move.

Katya knelt down and stroked my bare leg and assured me that it would be OK, that Yana is very open minded. She said they'd both been naked together on the beach near Odessa in the past. But when I asked her 'when' it turned out that it was nearly 20 years ago!

Katya explained that I was naked in all the photos she'd sent to Yana of her and me, and she hadn't complained or shown surprise. But I wasn't sure if they showed my big pussy lips, I was suddenly self-conscious about that.

In the end I got out and walked to the front door holding Katya's bag in front of my groin. I was shaking a little bit as we waited for them to answer. Anyone on the street or in passing cars or in the houses opposite would have seen my bare backside, and if they looked carefully, my labia hanging down in the gap at the top of my thighs.

Yana opened the door. She looked lovely, a definite family resemblance to Katya, but smaller, more petite and with short dark hair in a 'bob' style. Very pretty.

Yana hugged and kissed Katya, and then me, a bit awkwardly as I still had the bag in front of my lower half. Gustavo was in the background, inside the gloom of the hallway. I shuffled forwards into the hall, following Katya and Yana.

Gustavo is tall, dark and good looking. He's older, maybe 30. He was also friendly and smiley and hugged us both. Yana was now behind me and would have noticed I was naked below the waist. I looked pleadingly at Katya, who seemed to realise she needed to do something!

So Katya kindly explained to Yana and Gustavo that I'm Alessandra (Zandra for short) and I'm wearing a lot more than I usually wear, i.e. usually nothing at all. 'Just a smile' as she put it. And Yana was absolutely fine about it! She said that she suspected I was a nudist (I don't actually give myself that label) from the pictures Katya had sent, and also from what other family members had said over the years.

I said I hoped they didn't mind me being naked and I would borrow some of Katya's clothes if they were offended at all. But Yana was adamant she was fine with my nudity, and Gustavo smiled and nodded in approval.

So I handed Katya's bag to Gustavo and we went into their light, airy lounge / dining room, a full wall of which was made up of a sliding / folding glass door which was open. Outside was dominated by a big blue swimming pool. It was lovely, I stepped over to the windows and looked out. The villa is surrounded by other villas, anyone in any of them could have seen me standing there in my bottomless glory.

I turned and saw Yana and Gustavo were looking at the lower half of my body. In my innocence I thought they were looking at my knee length black leather riding boots! I said "Oh, sorry" and sat down on the stone-tiled floor to pull them off, spreading my legs in the process and giving them a full-on view of my parted pussy lips. They were still wet from the journey so had 'flapped' open, showing their bright pink glistening inner edges. I suddenly realised what they were seeing and closed my legs and apologised.

Yana told me to leave my boots on, as there were no carpets to damage. So I stood up again and walked outside with them to admire the pool and surroundings. There was a young couple in the garden next door, separated by a waist-high wall. We exchanged "Hola". It was getting darker so I'm not sure if they noticed I was naked below my waist.

We sat down for dinner at a big, circular glass table. When I sit down I have to pull up and re-arrange my pussy lips or they are uncomfortable. Either that or sit with my legs apart. At a 'normal' table I can do either of those things invisibly, but on this occasion Yana and Gustavo watched me fiddle about between my legs to get myself comfortable.

Yana had cooked a lovely Ukrainian style goulash stew, and after a few glasses of wine I relaxed and started enjoying myself. After the meal we sat in the lounge. I was hot now so had to take my jumper off, leaving me in just a short, tight, pale pink t-shirt which says 'Drama Queen' across it!

My nipple rings (and my permanently stiff nipples!) were very obvious through the tight, thin fabric. I'd swapped my usual nipple barbells for a pair of silver rings, about an inch in diameter. They're thick and heavy looking, but cleverly a much thinner diameter where they go through my pieced nipples. I think they really add something to my otherwise flat chest.

I had to explain to Yana and Gustavo all about my nude lifestyle. They seemed fascinated and amazed how I manage to be nude (or near-nude like now) about 90% of the time, and have been like this all my life.

I was relaxed now. I sat up against Katya with had my left foot down on the floor, but my right foot was up on the couch, leg splayed wide, knee at 90 degrees with my heel against my left inner thigh. I was exposing my spread pussy to the room, but it was comfy for me. My head was buzzing a bit from a couple of glasses of wine and, mixed with a wet pussy tingle I felt slightly euphoric.

I'd adjusted my pussy flaps so that they were both 'flopped' over to one side. Initially, when I put my right leg up on the couch they'd been pulled wide open, one flap had stuck to my inner thigh. This presented Yana and Gustavo with a pornographic view up inside my pink, wet pussy tunnel. Thus by re-arranging my inner lips I'd made myself look 'decent' by my standards!

When I eventually got up I noticed my wet pussy had left a puddle on the couch, which luckily was leather not fabric. So I fetched some kitchen paper and wiped it up.

A few years ago I'd have found that super embarrassing, but now it's just part and parcel of being naked, in a state of almost constant arousal, and being considerate to my hosts.

The next morning I showered and didn't put anything on at all. I didn't want to wear the t-shirt as it would need a wash. I'd sweated in it when I got my attack of nerves the evening before.

We had breakfast outside at a table on the patio, it was just warm enough. The couple next door were in their garden some of the time, but only saw me after I'd sat down. They'd have noticed I was topless but not that I was bottomless too.

Yana and Gustavo saw my nipple rings for the first time. They're a clever design whereby they're very thick- large diameter- and it looks like it's impossible for them to fit through any normal piercing without cutting off circulation to my nipple tips. But they're clever- the part that goes through the piercing is a much smaller diameter, but it doesn't show.

I took one out to show Yana- they have a clever hinge at the bottom edge which is almost invisible so they just pull open against spring pressure. My nipples are big- they're often compared with wine bottle corks, but my breasts are minimal.

We discussed what we were going to do that day and places I could be naked without too much drama or stress. The nearby beach was the obvious option, and it looked like being a nice sunny warm day.

I'd be completely naked all the time, I didn't even have any footwear other than my riding boots, and they would look ridiculous on the beach.

Katya gave me a new look for the beach. I'm more comfortable going naked in a strange place if I feel I'm in some sort of disguise! So she plaited my hair into two pony tails tied off with a couple of elastics adorned with red plastic cherries. I took my nipple rings out.

Then Katya had another idea. The part of my body I struggle most with when going naked in public places are my protruding inner labia flaps. They hang down a couple of inches between my legs and my pussy is big, finishing high up on my bald pubic mound. I've been described, cruelly, as a 'pussy on legs'.

Katya told me to get on the bed and put my knees up and spread my legs. On the bedside was a big first aid box that I'd seen in the bathroom. I wondered what on earth she was going to do!

Katya knelt on the bed in front of me and started working on my pussy! I looked down to see what she was doing, she was tucking my flaps up and inside me, until there was nothing hanging out. Then, from inside the first aid box she produced a selection of band-aids. She picked ones that were thin and long, about 2 inches long. She carefully applied them between my legs, pressing them hard to make them stick. It took three of them to cover my pussy cleft from clit hood to perineum! Six inches of 'gash' as the girls in my dorm at boarding school used to call it.

Then she told me to stand up and look in the wardrobe mirror. Amazing! My flappy floppy protruding pussy had vanished! I was completely smooth and sleek underneath! In fact with my legs together the band-aid even assumed a 'groove' like an innocent coin-slot vagina. And even better, the material was almost exactly my skin colour. I felt like I could go anywhere naked now without inflicting my lewd, x-rated anatomy on the world.

I rushed out to show Yana and Gustavo. They teased me by pretending not to recognise me.

I couldn't wait to get out in public with my new 'look'. Out on the drive we were all getting into Gustavo's car. The neighbour on the other side was doing his garden and said "Hola". Yana introduced Katya and me to them. He walked over to talk to us. He was certainly focussing his gaze between my legs but I didn't feel anything like as self-conscious or embarrassed as I would normally have done in those circumstances.

I was full of excitement in the car on the way to the beach. I was worried about how I'd go to the bathroom but Katya said I could just peel back the band-aid a bit and stick it back afterwards, and she had brought a couple of spares.

We parked in the half empty car park (it was April so it was quiet) and I hobbled uncomfortably across the sharp tarmac until we reached the paved promenade.

We all walked along for a half a mile or so. It was fairly busy on the promenade. Most people looked me up and down. They were obviously shocked and surprised to see a naked female, but I felt good. I had a neat, tidy, non-protruding little pussy and it felt OK! Some people barely even gave me a glance.

We went down onto the beach and sat down for a while. I paddled in the sea but it was very cold. Plus I was worried about losing my pussy covering if I went in too deep.

I fooled around making some sand castles and a big moat. I found an old bucket and filled it with seawater to try and fill the moat, but it just sank into the sand. At least I didn't need to worry about bending over and presenting a pornographic view from behind like I usually do. The band-aid kept me neat and prevented my pussy from opening up.

I wandered off for a bit along the beach. In the past I've pretended to be 'lost' and been amused (and re-assured) by people offering me help!

This time no-one asked me if I was lost but I did keep a bit of a distance, in case they saw my 'intimate sticker'. But it was such a buzz for me, naked and on my own, so far away from any clothing. I could feel wetness welling up inside me and of course it couldn't get out!! I was worried my disguise might come unstuck. I wondered how much sticky, slippery wetness my vagina would hold.

Eventually I made my way back to Katya, Yana and Gustavo. Katya and Yana were topless now. And what a wonderful sight. Yana's breasts are smaller than Katya's, 'B' probably, but project outwards, with exceptionally large puffy areolas and long stiff nipples. I thought she looked really hot. Gustavo was in swim shorts lying on his front, I wondered if he was hiding his arousal- maybe even due to my nudity (well, near nudity strictly speaking).

It was lunchtime now so we packed up our stuff and Yana put her top back on. I whispered to Katya that I'd like her to stay topless. She didn't look too happy to but she reluctantly packed away her bikini top in her beach bag.

Walking along the beach I noticed Gustavo walking awkwardly- he was sporting a very obvious 'tent' in his swim shorts! Again I wondered if it was because of me, or topless Katya.

We found a nice looking beach cafe bar with tables and umbrellas on a paved area below the prom. We all sat down at a table and the guy- presumably the owner- came over to get our order.

It was a bit cold in the wind and there was no shelter on this part of the beach, so Katya (still topless) asked the owner if he was OK for us to sit inside the little bar building, even though "My friend doesn't have any clothes". She explained this away by telling him I'd been swimming in my knickers and they were loose and had come off in the sea and got lost.

He said it was no problem and not to worry. We all got up and walked into the bar.

All along the bar were several older guys, probably 60s / 70s. They looked like British ex-pat retirees. Plus there was a table of older Spanish guys, probably retired fishermen. Several of them were smoking cigarettes, which is technically illegal in bars and cafes in Spain.

Everything stopped when we walked in, and the guys at the bar span round in on their stools and stared at us, topless Katya with a sarong around her waist covering her bikini bottom, Yana in bikini and wrap, plus Gustavo with his bare, hairy chest and still a significant bulge in his shorts. Plus naked me!

Eventually things settled down and we enjoyed a nice pasta lunch. Katya, Yana and Gustavo had a beer and I had a cold glass of rose wine.

Before we left I needed the restroom. Not only for the usual reason but I could feel there was a big lake of wetness backing up inside me and I was worried the sticking plaster would burst and I'd cause a minor flood!

Again everyone stopped talking and watched me as I walked naked out of the bar and around the back to the privacy of the little facility. Reaching between my legs I gently pulled the band-aid off. It hurt like crazy! Even though I am completely hairless it still stung. In the end I just ripped it off in one movement, letting out a little scream, but luckily no-one was in earshot.