Here's a short extract from my diary of 10 years ago, when I was 18.
It involves a little naked adventure with Helen, my best friend at school. I was on a Facetime call with her last night, hence I thought I'd look back in my diaries to our final year at my girls-only English boarding school, when I was in my final year.
Helen's nickname at school was 'Ginger Minger' ('minge' being an English slang for pussy). She had a vivid ginger head of hair back then, but on the call last night I saw she's now blonde!
I asked Helen if the 'carpet still matches the drapes' (i.e. are her pubes still ginger). She briefly pulled down the front of her jogging bottoms to show me. She's fully waxed, smooth and hairless down there now! But her bright pink slightly protruding inner labia lips were just as I remembered them. I wish I'd been quick enough to take a screen shot.
She thinks it's so funny that I still go naked most of the time here in Spain. I panned down my bare body to prove it, and she screeched when she saw my tiny tits with their bullet-like nipples, then my hairless pubic mound with the tangled labyrinthine mass of inner lip hanging into the wide gap between my thighs.
On the call we spoke of stuff we used to get up to at school. She remembered when we'd sneaked out of the grounds to go for an illicit swim in the nearby river! That was in our final year, when we were both 18.
One sunny Sunday morning Helen and I were in our dorm room deciding what to do. We were both sat on her bed fully naked, Indian-style, facing each other, with other (clothed) girls from our dorm buzzing about doing their stuff. They were so used to us (mainly me actually) hanging round the place naked that they largely ignored us.
I love swimming, so I suggested we did that, but the school pool was off limits at the weekends. So we decided to sneak out of the grounds and go down to the nearby river. We both grabbed a towel each and Helen put on a short summer dress. I just stayed nude.
Before that, we sun-screened each other's naked bodies. The other girls in our shared dorm watched us and maybe enjoyed the sight. In the total absence of boys there was quite a bit of homo-erotic undercurrent. At that time the other girls considered us a 'couple' and called us collectively 'Flaps & Minge' (evolved from my nickname 'Flappysandra' due to my protruding pussy flaps and 'Ginger Minger').
We sneaked out of our dormitory building and headed across to the main private access road, being careful to avoid being caught by any teachers / resident tutors. Helen was in her summer dress but I was completely naked except for a pair of sneakers.
Some of the staff would 'turn a blind eye' to me being naked in the grounds (our two male teachers, the female swim coach who let me do swim class nude, and a couple of the younger female teachers). But other teachers would have given me a detention and sent me back to my dorm to put some clothes on.
The main private access driveway to the school was long and tree-lined. This was handy as I could hide behind a tree if a car came into view. Most cars were parents visiting their daughters, so although I wouldn't be in trouble with them directly they might have reported seeing a naked girl to a teacher.
I had my rolled-up towel under my arm. I could have put it round myself but I was enjoying the freedom- and the adrenaline buzz- of being naked where I shouldn't have been. The feeling of fresh air and sunlight touching all of my unclad body was intoxicating.
Helen was ahead of me- when a car appeared we'd hide behind a tree each, as the tree trunks were too thin to conceal us both. Helen hid too because, even at 18, we weren't allowed off the school site unaccompanied.
I remember watching the breeze lift the back of Helen's floaty summer dress, revealing her pale, white bare bottom.
At the end of the driveway we crossed a minor public road and then onto a footpath. This led through fields down to the river. We encountered a middle aged couple coming the other way. There was no hiding place so I just had to brazen it out. I don't remember thinking to cover myself with my towel! The woman asked me if I was OK and where I'd come from. I suppose I looked younger than 18- tiny breasts, my pubic hair completely shaved off (but unmistakeably mature inner labia!).
Looking at pictures now in the family albums at home of when I was 18 I suppose I did look younger than my age. I didn't have the muscles and shape I have now from years of physical work at the stables. I was skinny, pretty much straight up and down, no curve to my hips, skinny bottom. The only clue to my maturity were those monster pussy lips, plus my wine-cork nipples.
As an aside, I'm naked in most of those family albums since then! Always shocks, freaks out or delights any guests who pick up one of those albums to thumb through. I'm mainly nude in all of them because I almost never wore clothes, so it was actually difficult to photograph me wearing anything!
We reached the river bank and laid out our towels. It was such a lovely warm sunny day. I went up to Helen and pulled her dress over her head, leaving her just in a pair of pink trainers. Then we noticed a fisherman on the bank opposite! He was watching us intently, the river wasn't very wide. I said we should just ignore him. Thinking back, the guy was in waders and the river wasn't that deep, he could easily have got to us, but at that age we didn't really care. Plus I suppose we were a bit enthralled by being seen my a male; males were in short supply at our single-sex school!
After a little sunbathing we took off our footwear and went into the river. I squealed, it was freezing! In the middle we were up to our waists. We were in full view of the fisherman, he was only maybe 10 yards away. He pretended to fish but his full attention was clearly on us.
Obviously he wasn't going to catch many fish with us in the water. We spoke to him and sort of teased him. We told him that we were from the nearby village and went to the village school (not our private school). I remember telling him our names were Sophie and Mary, actually our middle names.
After lots of splashing and fooling about we climbed back out onto the bank and dried ourselves off. My nipples were so hard they were sore, plus my normally freely dangling pussy flaps had puckered and bunched up in a tight knot. All due to their immersion in the freezing cold water.
I remember propping myself up on my elbows and surveying Helen's lovely nude body. Her skin was so incredibly pale, alabaster smooth and white. A scattering of ginger freckles where she was regularly exposed to the sun; her face, shoulders, tops of her breasts and her arms and lower legs. Otherwise a stunning expanse of perfect, unblemished, almost translucent pallor.
In stunning and stark contrast was her flame-red hair. Rubens-esque curls on her head and matching softly curly pubes. Her pubic hair, although un-trimmed, was relatively short and sparse. It covered her pubic mound and down the sides of her pussy, but her stark, white skin was visible through it. And most enthrallingly her slightly protruding crinkly inner labia lips were not obscured.
Helen's pussy lips were a thing of beauty. Their slightly moist folds glowed in the bright sunlight, a fresh, healthy pink. Almost translucent. They were slightly parted, revealing a little of their much deeper pearlescent pink inner edges. I could have stared at them for hours. I thought they were the hottest, most erotic things I'd ever seen.
I could feel my own pussy had become hot, wet and tingly. I was lying on my front with my bottom facing the opposite river bank, legs slightly apart. I could feel my inner labia flesh warm up and expand. I knew the fisherman would have a clear view between my legs of my copious, unfolding pussy flaps.
