More of my diaries from 10 years ago, when I was 18, in my final year at my girls-only boarding school in the UK.
If you've read my other diary extracts here you'll know that I'm a 28 year old girl who manages a riding stables in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada mountains in Andalusia, southern Spain. But I'm English, I moved here with my mum & dad in 2007. Oh, and I live my life mainly without any clothing ('in the nude' as my mum calls it!). I always have, as much as practicably possible.
All this stuff actually happened but I've changed names and some locations to protect everyone's privacy.
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At school I could only be naked in the evenings in the dormitories, plus in the upper school common room if the 'right' resident tutors were on duty. I was allowed to go nude for swim class, and had many naked exploits in the school grounds and surrounding area, but more of that later.
By the time I was 18 I'd often be found in the common room sitting watching TV or playing games or chatting to friends, all without any clothes on. Always the only one naked. My friend Helen (nickname 'Ginger Minger'- red haired, 'minge' being slang for pussy) would spend nude time with me in our dorm, but I could never persuade her to join me going clothes-free in the communal areas.
I sometimes sat 'Indian style' in the common room as that's the most comfortable position for me, bearing in mind I'm cursed (or blessed?) with copiously protruding inner labia lips. I like to get fresh air to my 'bits' and let them hang out as they spent so much of the day squashed into my school uniform or gym kit.
Latterly at school I didn't wear any underwear under my uniform, it was just so much more comfortable to let my flaps hang free under my skirt. My breasts were (and still are) too small to need a bra, being 'AA' at most.
So one way or another everyone else in the school, pupils and teachers alike, had become familiar with my intimate anatomy. I was nicknamed 'Flappysandra' or latterly just 'Flaps' or 'Flappo' after my most dominant physical feature when I was naked. One girl called me a 'pussy on legs'.
Some girls told me it was 'gross' if I sat with my legs wide open, and told me to 'put it away'. But some other girls seemed to enjoy the view.
By the time I was 18 I was completely hairless 'down there', in common with most of the other girls in my year. I'd never grown much pubic hair anyway, just a pathetic wispy patch in the middle of my mound. Even now I only need a quick scrape of the fluff with a razor every 2-3 weeks to keep silky smooth. I didn't envy the girls who I saw shaving their pubes in the communal showers every day or two, and still seemed to have a stubbly shadow there when they showered after sports.
I did get mercilessly teased about my 'unique' intimate features which my compulsion for nudity put on public show. Even if they weren't residents in my dormitory block most girls saw me swim naked as I was in the school swim team.
I'd always loved swimming. In my final year at school we got a new swimming teacher. She was was from the USA, called herself the 'swim coach'. She was really good, she'd coached competitive swimming to a high level somewhere in America.
I've never owned a swimsuit of any kind. I've always gone nude on beaches, both in the UK and here in Spain. Almost always non-nudist beaches. I find that naturist areas are so often full of old and / or overweight people, or lecherous older guys. I sometimes got hassle and unwanted attention, especially as I got older, but it was worth it for the wonderful feeling of freedom.
Another reason for my preference for nudity on public beaches is the size of my labia! I know that sounds odd and counter-intuitive. Let me explain. Through my teens my inner lips just grew and grew. I became highly embarrassed by them. At one point Dad even paid for me to see a cosmetic gynaecology surgeon, with a view to getting them trimmed back to something approaching normality.
The surgeon explained that I have a syndrome called 'labial hypertrophy'. In simple terms, abnormally large inner labia. I never went through with the surgery to reduce them, the thought of being cut up down there makes me cringe.
So I am what I am. It's always embarrassing for me when I meet someone new when I'm naked, which is several times a week when I'm working at the stables. I've never got completely used to the reactions of others when they first encounter my unusual anatomy. It's quite a mass of crinkly, convoluted pink flesh that hangs down 2-3 inches into the gap at the top of my legs. If I cram them into a swimsuit or bikini bottom they make quite a bulge. They can even escape out of the sides! Thongs were never really an option for this reason.
On balance I prefer to have my intimate 'bits' on show, swinging free, then people don't have to puzzle and ponder what the bump or lump is all about. And I don't have to keep checking between my legs for an escaped flap! At least people can see what I am, 100% female, and not make any assumptions of sexual ambiguity. Especially bearing in mind that my tiny breasts might add to any confusion.
For school swimming lessons I'd always picked out one of the spare suits that were in a box in the changing rooms. They were suits the school swim team used in competitions. I'd tried several times to swim nude at school over the years but always got sent back to the changing room to put on one of those old, ill-fitting one-piece costumes.
But on the new swim coach's first day things were different! The box of spare swim suits was nowhere to be seen. She'd had a clear out and had ordered a new design of swimsuit for the school team.
I was standing naked in the changing room with nothing to put on for swim class. The teacher said I could just swim in my knickers (panties). I had to tell her I wasn't wearing any! So she said I could skip this class but to make sure I got myself a swimsuit for next week. I loved swimming, so I pleaded with her to let me swim nude- which to my great surprise she did!
As it was the swim coach's first day she made everyone swim a couple of timed lengths, to see who might be eligible for the school swimming team. I'd always been quite fast but never quite good enough to get picked. But unfettered by a swimsuit I was stunningly quick! Easily the fastest in my class. In fact I was so quick she made me swim again. And this time I was even faster!
I stood on the side of the pool, catching my breath. I was naked and glistening wet. Looking down I observed a rivulet of pool water starting from my abdomen, down my starkly hairless pubic mound, and finally following each separate lip of my dangling labia. The water was forming a small pool on the knobbly surface of the beige tiles between my feet. But it wasn't just water- a continuous clear strand, almost a transparent 'rope', extended from each tip of my pink pussy flaps to the tiled poolside. I felt tingly and wet inside. Swimming nude in front of my class and new coach had got me aroused!
The new teacher looked me up and down. I cringed inwardly when her eyes lingered between my legs. I wondered what she'd think of my freaky pussy flaps. I assumed she'd notice the flow of wetness which was originating from inside my pussy, not just the pool water running off my skin.
She asked me how come I was so quick. I wasn't especially muscular, I was quite skinny back then. She knew I hadn't been in the swim team before. One of the girls piped up, saying it was because I was streamlined due to my tiny breasts and narrow hips, and that my long pussy lips were like a fish's fin. She said I could waggle them to add propulsion! The other girls laughed.
I made the swim team, and was allocated team swimwear. But the problem was that in a swimsuit I wasn't particularly quick. But when I swam naked I could beat anyone. Part physical, but mainly psychological I suspect.
Another girl in my class was desperate to make the team but her times were always just a bit too slow. In desperation she asked to be timed without a swimsuit a few weeks later. She was a strong swimmer, but had huge floppy breasts and a big mop of blonde pubic hair.
As it turned out she was actually slower swimming naked! I remember telling her that if she wore a sports-bra style swimming top to rein her breasts in, and shaved her pubes off, she might be quick enough to make the team. But she said she would have been too shy to swim bottomless and shaved in front of other schools, even though I was already doing that completely naked.
My relative slowness in a swimsuit gave the swim teacher a problem when we were in competitive matches against other schools. In the end I swam naked in home fixtures at our school, but usually had to wear a suit for away matches. Hence we mostly won our home fixtures and lost our away ones! I occasionally swam naked at other schools if they were girls-only (as mine was) and we were reasonably sure there'd be no parents spectating.
Swimming naked made such a difference to my times that the swim coach used to tell opposing schools I'd forgotten my swimsuit, and did they mind if I swam without one. Sometimes our plans were messed up if the other team offered the loan of a spare suit!
Our coach pushed the rules a bit. I remember her stepping out poolside at another school (while we were still in the changing room) to ask if anyone would object or be offended if one of her team swam without a swimsuit. It was a match she especially wanted us to win. She was very competitive. I don't remember any of the schools objecting, mostly the other teams just thought it was hilarious that one of our team was totally naked.