I've been lurking on here for a while and just got round to putting this together. To start with I'll write mostly based on my own experiences, but names and some locations are changed to protect IDs and privacy. There is no graphic sex here, and no-one under 18 described is a key player or is in any way involved in anything sexual.
To give you some context, I'm a 25 year old girl, originally from the UK. I've always hated wearing clothes, I'm naked whenever possible. This wasn't always feasible back in the UK, but several years ago my parents moved to the south of Spain where I've been able to be largely clothes free (nudity isn't illegal in Spain). We live in a remote community in the foothills of mountains, near national parks. The result is that except during the coldest 2-3 months I am now continuously and happily nude.
This is my first story so please be kind with my mistakes. I've just had the most fab weekend so wanted to share. Some highlights; my friend Katya helped me pack the night before. As always I was naked. Katya won't strip off when my parents are around so she was in a baby blue t shirt and small white cotton knickers. My Mum had picked out some of the few clothes I actually own and had filled my backpack with socks, knickers, jeans, t shirts and a fleecy top. Jeans and knickers! Yeah right, not worn those for years. So out they went leaving my baggage much lighter. We spent the rest of the evening watching TV, Katya and me cuddled up on the sofa. Mum & Dad are fine with that as long as there is no between the legs touching in front of them.
Next morning Katya picked me up from outside the house in her little car. I pretended to be thumbing a lift as a naked hitchhiker! We drove for a couple of hours into the hills, a national park in the mountains here in south of Spain. We parked in the furthest possible car park and then walked half way round a lake with our gear to pitch tent in quietest spot. Bit of fun together in the tent then went off for a quick explore, both still naked.
When we got back about an hour later a couple of guys had pitched their tent about 500 metres along the lakeside. Bit annoyed at invasion of our space but not worth moving tent. They would have been able to see we weren't wearing anything it was but too far away to get a clear photo. We then did a trail for a few hours up into the hills. Katya wore a white t shirt & red bikini bottoms. I just wore sunscreen initially, but then a crop top as the rucksack straps were rubbing my shoulders. The trail was fairly quiet but we did meet some others. Some stopped to chat. Different reactions to bottomless me- I've seen every reaction over the years from disgust to lust- most didn't refer to it or pretended not to notice. One group of women said "hey, I wish I had your courage, go for it girl!!".
Got back to our camp and went into the lake to wash off the dust which sticks when you're covered in sunscreen, and get some soothing cool water in my hot and sticky bits. It was mega cold water as it's early in the year. We cooked up some dinner on a portable stove and shared a bottle of wine. It did start to get cold. We both put on the fleecy jackets we'd brought. Then we noticed the guys down the lake had lit a fire by their tent, and we said we wished we'd brought fire lighting stuff. I stood up, and unravelling my tangled pussy lips I said to Katya "these flaps can get us a favour" and walked off towards the boy's camp, in my fleecy top but naked below the waist.
At this stage I'd better describe my body; it's a strange one in a couple of respects, which sometimes makes permanent nudity more challenging. My breasts are tiny, almost non-existent. I have two bright pink nipples which stick out about half an inch or so depending on temperature and arousal, and that's it. But what I lack in tits is more than offset by my freaky pussy. My inner lips are just mad, protruding by around 3 inches into the gap between my legs, but can be stretched and pulled out literally 6 inches, or can shrink back to an inch if it's cold. Moving up towards my hairless pubic mound, my slit extends a long way up, forming a deep pink groove before it meets my clit which is usually peeking out from under a fleshy hood. By then we are most of the way up my mound so everything is upfront and spectacularly on display. I was once called a 'walking vagina' which is probably a fair description. I did see a specialist about it a few years ago, as horse riding and cycling can be painful. It turns out the medical term is 'hypertropic labia' and the breast thing is just genetics. Mum said I could have surgery for both and Dad said he would pay but then I wouldn't be 'me' anymore, plus the thought of having my lips actually cut off scares me.
The two lads literally had their mouths hanging open when they saw me up close, but talked normally enough when I said "Hola!" and asked them if they could lend us any matches to light our own fire. Pussy power works, they couldn't have been more helpful and even came over to our camp to help us find dry driftwood and bits of moss etc to start the fire. Katya made a quick retreat into the tent to put some knickers on when she saw us coming!
