Naed Adventures at School
Exhibitionist & Voyeur Story

Naed Adventures at School

by Alessandrac 18 min read 4.5 (8,400 views)
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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.

I was almost too successful. I regularly got embarrassed (and cold) standing at the poolside, fully exposed and shivering, whilst having a medal put round my neck by the headteacher or whoever, with everyone staring at me. Although I wasn't usually allowed to swim nude when there were parents present there were often dozens of pupils (from my school and the opposing school) filling up the benches in the spectator's area. Plus an increasing number males seemed to find ways of sneaking in to watch, maybe brothers of the female pupils.

I used to try to avoid team photos (and, to her credit, our swim coach discouraged them). But when they were unavoidable I used to hide my naked body behind someone in front, or clasp my hands together in front of my bare pussy. As I'm small-breasted it didn't occur to me to cover up on top at the time. I was a bit of an innocent.

That was only 10 years ago, when I was 18. I don't expect it would be allowed to happen now, even in Spain, with modern 'safeguarding' rules.

By the time I was 18, at weekends when the weather was warm enough I would hang around the lovely landscaped grounds and sports fields of the school naked. I had secret places where teachers didn't go. I mercilessly teased the gardeners / groundsmen and maintenance guys by letting them see me nude.

My favourite bit of fun was lying on a steep grass bank which overlooked the main playing fields, while a guy mowed the grass with a big ride-on mower. I used to spread my legs, touch my pussy and maybe tweak my nipples to get a reaction. My hope was they'd veer off and mess up the straight mown 'stripes', or drive over the end of the pitch. That never happened, but they'd mow the same bit of grass nearest to me about 10 times!

I often had a friend with me (usually fully clothed) when I did this, but was sometimes alone. A bit risky in retrospect, but as a sporty skinny naked girl I could probably have outrun those ground staff guys. I was sometimes joined by 'Ginger Minger' (Helen). She was the only girl who in any way shared my naked urges.

Whilst most of us girls had shaved off all (or most) of our pubic hair, Helen was unusual in having kept her vivid orange bush intact. Every girl knew everyone else's intimate anatomy. Everything was on show in the showers, which were compulsory and communal. No room for secrets or modesty then!

Like me, Helen also went sans-underwear beneath dresses and skirts. Although she would never join me in going fully nude in the grounds she did used to flash her 'ginger minge' or bare bottom to the school groundsmen. She'd raise her dress to flash a front view of her pussy or 'moon' them from behind. Or she lifted her top to reveal her braless breasts. I loved her sense of naughtiness.

At the start of my final year at boarding school everyone doing 'A' level Geography went on a field trip to Dorset (south coast of England). We camped, about 10-12 of us girls in one huge bell tent in a field. We were accompanied by three teachers, two female and one of the two males.

Although I was fully clothed during the day I slept nude (I had no nightwear, I've never owned any). So everyone (including the teachers) saw me naked when I made my way to the 'bathroom' (another tent across the field) last thing at night and first thing in the morning. I pushed my luck by 'forgetting' to put anything on first thing one sunny morning, and sat down Indian-style by the campfire waiting for the kettle to boil. I was sent back into the tent to put some clothes on!

On the second day, when the tide was out, our task was all about 'beach transects'; measuring 'form and declivity' (steepness and composition of the beach material). We were equipped with ranging poles and a device to measure the angle of the beach at regular intervals along our chosen section.

The tide was coming in as we progressed, steadily reducing the amount of beach we could measure. I realised that if I waded into the sea a bit I could still measure the angles, using the ranging poles. I was barefoot, wearing rolled-up chino-type trousers, but I was soon getting them wet with seawater.

The beach was deserted, just our group of 4 girls including Helen and me. So after looking round I just took my chinos off and put them on a rock above the water line. I wasn't wearing any underwear! Unlike jeans, my chinos were lose around the groin area so my labia didn't rub and chaff on the fabric. So I could enjoy the freedom of being free from clinging underwear, which I hated. But I was now brazenly bottomless in public.

My little gang thought it was an hilarious sight. One girl pointed out that my dangling pussy lips actually flapped about in the wind- "Flappo's flaps are flapping!"

The only person we encountered was an older guy walking his dog. I was stood in the sea up to my knees, holding a ranging pole in each hand, facing towards one of my team on the beach. I couldn't cover myself, so the guy got a clear view of my hairless intimate anatomy. He just stared directly between my legs the whole time as he walked slowly by.

We'd been working outside for hours and of course there were no bathroom facilities. I'd drunk too much coffee at breakfast and was bursting to 'go'. I was still standing in the sea up to my knees. The beach was now deserted except for us 4 girls, so I decided to just 'go' there.

My pussy is quite forward facing, and as I'm naked more often than not I've got used to having a 'wee' standing up, having no clothing to get in the way. Hence I did my usual 'trick'.

I stabbed my ranging poles into the sandy shingle and stood with my legs apart. Gently grasping each of my inner labia lips with my thumbs and forefingers I peeled my flaps open. Next I pulled them outwards and to the side. They now resembled a bat's wings, each 'wing' fully stretched out, with a total wingspan of maybe 12 inches! Yes I really am that much a of a freak down there.

By thrusting my hips forwards a little I was able to 'aim' straight down in front of me, directly into the sea, without wetting my legs. The girls saw what I was doing and laughed. Helen said she'd tried that but always got her legs wet or soaked her pulled-down knickers, she couldn't 'aim' the flow forwards enough.

To my horror I saw the man with the dog approaching again! He was coming back the other way. Maybe he wanted to check out my naked body again. This time he was in for even more of a show. When I've started I can't just stop, so he was treated to the sight of me standing in full-flow in one of the most explicit positions possible. My pussy was pulled wide apart. The vast swathes of my translucently thin pearlescent pink inner lips held in tension by my hands at each side. A clear view up inside the inner walls of my open, glistening vagina. He would have been able to identify my sizeable clitoris too.

There was literally nothing I could do to stop him having a good look at my most intimate gynaecological anatomy. I simply had to go with it, brazen it out, and accept that the scene would be etched in his memory, probably re-played in his mind forever.

When I'd finished I shook my hips and pinched my pussy lips back together to make myself 'decent'.

When we reached the end of the beach I had to run back and retrieve my trousers. Again I was caught by dog walkers- an elderly couple this time. I can't imagine what they made of a skinny late-teen girl running past them, unashamedly bottomless.

My feet and shins were still wet when I reached the spot where I'd left my chinos. My legs were too wet to put them on, so I just held them in a bundle in front of my crotch as I jogged back along the shingle.

When I reached my friends I noticed they'd been joined by one of our teachers- the male one. He was probably late 20s. I was still holding my trousers in a bunch over my crotch. He didn't comment on that, maybe he assumed I was wearing a pair of knickers. But he was soon put right on that score as we all climbed up the dunes to get back to the campsite.

My teacher was right behind me, his eye-line directly level with my bare bottom as we ascended the beachhead. There's a big gap at the top of my thighs; my inner lips dangle down into that space. My teacher would have been able to study every crease, crevice and fold of my crazy inner lips as he followed me.

The first night at the campsite I was freezing cold in my sleeping bag, which was next to Helen. I told her I was cold (I was naked of course). So after a lot of effort we managed to zip our sleeping bags together. We cuddled up, as we sometimes did in our dorm room, where we sometimes squeezed into each other's single beds.

Helen caressed my bare bottom with one hand and I felt her exploring my smooth pubic mound with the fingers of her other hand. She progressed down to my pussy with her finger tips, whilst simultaneously fiddling with my inner lips from behind, through the gap at the top of my thighs. She succeeded in finding her way through my labyrinthine flaps and got her middle finger deep into my wet, accommodating vagina, from behind.

After unbuttoning Helen's pyjama jacket I'd been fondling her amazingly tight little breasts with their small but stiff nipples. Having minimal breasts myself they were a wonderful novelty. Then I slipped my hand inside her pyjama bottoms and ran my fingers through that vivid orange pubic thatch. It was surprisingly soft and downy.

I gently touched Helen's slightly protruding inner lips. They felt so exquisite and delicate, almost melting away beneath my finger tips. So tiny compared with my acres of convoluted flappy flesh.

Helen now had a couple of fingers of her left hand pushed inside me from behind. Next, the middle finger of her right hand had found my big clit button. Not difficult to find, it was probably already protruding at that point. She was simultaneously circling my stiff clit whilst working her fingers in and out of my pussy from behind. She expertly dipped her 'clit' finger into the top of my pussy to obtain wetness to lubricate my stiff clit.

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