No Privacy My Naked Escape

Here's a quick diary extract from the past few days. Just a short posting for all the lovely people on here who have asked for more.

This is not fiction, it all actually happened, last week! I've just changed some names.

Please see my earlier extracts & my profile for background details; in summary I manage a riding stables here in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada mountains in Spain. Oh and I don't wear clothes, ever, except in mid-winter.

Last Friday was a bit stressful. It's been so overwhelmingly hot here, nearly hitting 100 degrees. Too hot for a pale English girl like me, even a nude one.

By mid-morning last Friday I was drenched with sweat after helping one of my stable girls (Izzy, also completely naked at that point) in the inferno that is our hay barn. It's windowless, with a black heat-absorbing roof. I'm thinking I need to get some windows put in, or another door on the opposite side to get a through breeze. In this heat you pretty much have to go naked for it to be in any way tolerable!

By mid-morning coffee break the sweat was running down my bare body in rivulets. I watched in amusement as perspiration from my tummy ran down each side of my hairless pubic mound and eventually dripped off the lower edges of my dangling labia lips.

I was worried that some of my sunscreen may have washed off. Needless to say, stable lad Ernie (he's 25, my only male staff member) was very eager to volunteer to re-apply it! I usually ask Katya (my GF) or stable girl Saffi to do it, but Katya was working for her dad and Saffi is at final-year high school, last Friday being a school day.

Ernie was working fully naked, which, against my better judgement, I've recently started to allow during the week when there are no young riders around. I was in the practice arena exercising a lame pony when he drove into our car park at 8am. I saw him arrive, he'd apparently driven here in the nude, which was a surprise to me as he still lives with his parents.

At our mid-morning coffee break my staff and I usually sit down on the grass outside my office. I mostly sit in my most comfortable position- 'Indian-style', legs wide open. It's a very explicit 'pose' but I've gone naked the whole time I've been coming here for 18 years now, initially as a young rider, then school & university holiday worker, and now manager. So everyone's seen everything from every angle now anyway.

Ernie was 'limp' during coffee, despite my graphic and intimate display, and the presence of Izzy. When I called her out of the barn for her break she pulled on a lose-fitting white cotton spaghetti strap crop-top. But she was unashamedly bottomless. She sat in a demure pose, legs tucked under, all but the top of her neat little pussy slit hidden from sight, but her perfectly smooth pubic mound on open view.

Izzy's 19 and joined us from school, after riding here since she was a child. She was in a bad car smash about 6 years ago, she went through the windshield and badly injured her shoulders and chest. Consequently she has severe scarring on her upper body and now has only one full-sized breast. A livid scar bisects the nipple of the of her other one, which is way smaller.

Izzy's made amazing progress over the past few years and will go naked amongst our regulars. But she's still very self-conscious of her missing breast and severe scarring when there are strangers around. We had a series of deliveries due that morning, hence she'd put on that little top, but I love the way she'll happily go about her tasks wearing nothing below the waist, irrespective of who's around. I love that she feels there's enough freedom and tolerance here to dress- on not dress- as she feels.

Izzy pointed out what a mess I was in! The barn was dry and dusty from all the hay and wood shavings. Much of the airborne debris had ended up encrusted on my naked sticky skin. I had an uncomfortable feeling in my groin, and upon pulling my inner pussy flaps over to one side, I noticed I'd even got hayseeds lodged in the deep grooves between my inner and outer labia. I made a mental note not to sit on hay bales again!

Ernie and I made our way over to the hosepipe in the corner of the yard. He started to get hard when he was hosing me down, and went above horizontal as he watched me drying myself with a towel in the room next to the tack-room where the washing machine and dryer are (for horse blankets and rugs).

I stood in the shade of the awning at the edge of the stable yard while Ernie started to apply my sunscreen. He was soon absolutely rock-hard. He's quite well endowed, enhanced by having recently shaved his pubic area down to stubble, matching the moderate amount of hair on his chest, legs and arms.

Ernie started off by sun-screening my back; he jabbed me in my lumbar area a couple of times with his engorged appendage. The second time he did that I turned round and batted 'it' with the palm of my hand, telling him to "Stop poking me with that thing!"

I allowed him to apply the cream all the way down my rear; my neck / back / bottom, and the backs of my legs. Inevitably he made brushing contact with his fingers against my dangling labia between my legs (deliberately I'm sure), earning him another rebuke. To be fair, my freaky big flaps are difficult to avoid, hanging down a couple of inches into the wide gap at the top of my thighs.

Then I let him do my front. I could do that myself, but I'm conscious that he only works here on fairly modest pay (for a well educated 25 year-old) because of these sort of 'perks'.

He took his time with my breasts (or what pass for my breasts). He seems to love my little boobs, which always puzzles me as they're barely there, just small swellings topped by big wine-cork nipples.

I looked down and saw that he was perilously close to stabbing me in the stomach. He was as 'big' as I've ever seen him. His 'tip' had pushed out of its foreskin and was oozing wetness. It throbbed and gave an occasional 'kick', seemingly independent of his movement or pulse. I'm worried that one day he will spontaneously 'explode' all over me, I've had that effect on guys before.

He knelt down to do my tummy and then got down to my pubic mound. I let him do that, but then took the bottle off him to do my actual pussy area. I know he'd have just carried on if I'd let him.

Ernie was still kneeling in front of me, intently observing as I started to pull my inner labia out, so I could apply the sunscreen without missing any of the complexity of my protruding anatomy. At that moment one of the horse owners came over to speak to me- the owner of the lame pony I'd been exercising at the start of the day. She was asking me all the fine detail about her pony's condition. I was stood there, gripping an extended pussy lip (a crazy 4 inches or so, like a pink bat's wing!), with the thumb and finger of one hand and holding the bottle with the other. All with Ernie still kneeling in front of me, staring intently between my legs, into my open vagina, with a raging hard-on sticking up.

It was almost too much for my senses. So I sort of gave in and handed Ernie the sunscreen bottle and told him to just get on with it, but to be gentle.

I now tried to focus on speaking to the horse owner, while Ernie had the time of his life, literally getting to grips with my big, bald pussy. He'd watched me do my sunscreen plenty of times in the past, so he knew how to pull out each flap individually and apply the lotion to the outsides, but not inside me. That irritates the pearlescent pink inner lining of my vagina.

Amazingly the horse owner lady just carried on rambling about her pony's ailments through all this, just glancing down at the intimate attention that naked and aroused Ernie was administering to my pussy.

Ernie was diligent in his task. He made sure the sun cream was applied into every groove, crinkle and crevice of my labyrinthine pussy flesh. He's previously observed how I protect my clitoris, which 'pops out' when I'm aroused and is agony if it gets exposed to the sun for any time. At this point it was hidden, 'under cover'.

My usual clit protection routine is to expose it by pulling up its fleshy hood and deliver a gentle dab of lotion with the tip of a finger. I drew the line at allowing Ernie to do that to me. My clit is my last bastion of modesty, only Katya gets to touch that (well OK, Zander- the very well endowed delivery guy- on occasion too, when I need to 'scratch my heterosexual itch').

So I just said 'NO!' as Ernie applied a finger just above my clit hood and started to stretch my skin upwards, in an attempt to expose my hidden pink 'button'. I clamped my hand over my pussy to emphasise the line he must not cross.

Ernie moved down to my legs, predictably brushing the back of his hand repeatedly against my freely dangling lower lips.

And the woman just kept talking to me. Ernie's face was about a foot in front of my pussy. I'd moved my hand away after pinching my separated lips back together, He was staring intently at it, my pussy was almost literally in his face.

I saw that the lady was looking at Ernie as she carried on chatting. He was still fixating on the view between my legs. I looked down and there was a thick string of clear fluid stretching from his wet, deep red shiny tip all the way down to the dry, dusty concrete ground. It was forming a little dark pool, about an inch across.

Ernie now had his eyes shut and seemed to be fighting an inner battle. His huge erection kept throbbing. It was enshrouded with raised veins to an extent I hadn't seen before. I was convinced he was about to ejaculate all over me. From the angle he was 'pointed' at I could imagine him blasting the underneath of my chin!

At that point I noticed a delivery driver had arrived. He has an electric van now, so I hadn't heard the usual clatter of a diesel engine. The guy was standing watching, transfixed by the extraordinary sight of naked, aroused Ernie getting intimate with my exposed nether regions, while my fully clothed rider lady chatted away to me like it was all completely normal!

I had to draw a halt to this, so I batted Ernie around the head and told him he was done, and to "Go and sort yourself out." He scuttled over to a vacant, clean stall in the far corner of the yard and closed the stable door behind him.

I was feeling embarrassed and a bit used and abused by Ernie. I felt he'd taken advantage of me for his own gratification. He'd done things to me that I only let Katya do (and Zander sometimes, plus stable girl Saffi, but she's like a sister). Even my dad doesn't get that 'hands-on' with my pussy during our early morning sunscreen routine.

The horse woman and the delivery guy followed me back to my office. I signed the guy's form. I could have signed it 'Mickey Mouse' for all the attention he gave it- he just stared at my bare crotch the whole time.

The woman was still going on about her horse. It was all too much for me. I was so stressed. It's at times like this that I wonder if I should just start wearing a pair of knickers / panties around the yard, just to take some of the focus off me. My mum's always saying I should.

It's crazy the obsessional attention so many people have about that small area of exposed skin between my legs. But I need the freedom of movement and sense of liberation my nudity gives me. I can't bear the restrictive, clamping, choking feeling any clothing gives me. The day I returned home from university in the UK and was able to dispose of almost all my clothing was one of the best days of my life.

I finally got rid of the woman by firmly telling her (in Spanish of course): "I'm not a vet, so please just ask a vet if you have any more questions or concerns."

My head was spinning. I had to have some space, so I grabbed a bottle of water from the little 'fridge in my office and, grabbing the broad-brimmed sun-hat I keep on a coat hook and my sunglasses, I almost ran out of my office.

As I hurried across the yard I saw Ernie emerge from the stable stall. He was now semi-flaccid, his half-deflated appendage slapping audibly against the tops of his thighs as he walked. I heard my office 'phone ringing. I couldn't cope with answering it there and then, so I asked him to get it.

I just needed some space, a break from the intensity of the yard and the unrelenting attention my permanent nudity attracts.

I headed up a little-used track out of the car parking area, up into the hills. I've only ever seen a couple of backpackers use it before, and observed their shock on encountering the bouncing spectacle of a large-breasted topless girl in jodhpurs having a lesson in the arena opposite, being instructed by completely naked female (me!).

It's a track I've explored years ago but not recently. It winds its way between two hills up a valley. At the end of the valley it opens up into a wide, flat area. In winter it's an area of verdant grassland by a small lake. Now, after all the hot, dry weather, the grass is yellow and arid and the lake is a little pool. I laid down in the shade of a small orange tree. It had lost its spring blossom but the leaves gave good shade.

I laid back with my legs together, stretched out in front of me. My big labia lips were feeling a bit squashed and restricted, so as there was no-one around, and never likely to be, I pulled my legs up a bit and spread my knees apart. Typical childbirth pose or 'at the doctor's having a cervical smear' position. Very explicit, but comfortable.

I started to relax and unwind. There was a gentle warm breeze wafting across my bare skin and it was incredibly quiet. The only sounds were the faint whisper of the breeze through the tree, the distant sound of birds, and the faint shuffling and munching of a couple of mountain goats. So soothing and calming.

I pulled my sun hat over my eyes to shield them. Even though I was in the shade and with sun glasses it was still very bright.

Being under an orange tree, and smelling its faint aroma, started me thinking about the naked orchard girls. (More about them in diary extracts to come, but there's a very remote fruit orchard / farm about five miles from here where the three daughters of the owner go naked).

I got a mental picture of Sofia, the eldest of the naked orchard girls, a tall skinny blonde. A planned ride out to the orchard a couple of weeks ago was postponed due to their mother being taken ill, I last saw them a couple of years ago.

I conjured up my mental recollection of Sophia. Big mass of lightly curly blonde hair, medium length. I don't imagine any of them can ever visit a hairdresser so I assume they all cut each other's hair. Pretty face, very attractive girl in fact. I guess she must be about 20 now. And the stunning pallor of her skin. Such a fair girl is so rare in this part of the world. Her pale skin always puzzles me, I assume she applies plenty of factor 50, but I've never seen her anywhere near a bottle of sunscreen and there's never any sign of residue. Maybe she always sticks to the shade, under the shelter of the trees in the orchard etc.

She's so different to her two, darker skinned sisters that I suspect different parentage, she's northern European, even possibly Scandinavian in appearance.

Sophia's breasts are modest sized but sweet and perfect, surmounted by tiny bright pink nipples. Her torso is quite muscular, visible definition on her tummy, a result of plenty of practical outdoor work I assume- there are no gyms in this part of the world!

Then the slight flare of her hips- she's fairly straight up and down but still very much a feminine shape, tall and slightly gangly. She's maybe 5" 10'.

And then I thought of her amazing, mesmerizingly exquisite pussy. Always exposed as far as I can tell, I've never had anyone report seeing her wearing anything. In winter, when delivery drivers have told me they've seen her she's still been devoid of any clothing. She's been seen in the packed, steamy, hot kitchen at her boyfriend's farm, a couple of miles from her orchard.

Sophia's stark, pure nudity in that raw and rustic situation is especially striking as she was reportedly surrounded by rough itinerant farm workers in dirty / muddy outdoor clothing. She must have looked like a creature from another world, a naked alien almost.

But it's her amazing pussy that always does it for me. It's SO spectacular. Her pubic hair is a thick, dense mop of tight curls of pure blonde frizz. But it's in a fairly small patch, above it is the vast area of pure white unblemished skin below her navel, with just a slight feminine swelling of her lower abdomen.

But the main prize is below that blonde bush. Her incredible pouting pussy lips. Her pubes don't seem to grow down there, so they're on full view. They're especially striking for three reasons:

Firstly they're big- protruding about an inch. Modest by my freaky standards I know, but an inch of pussy lip sticking out is more than I've ever seen on any other female. Their shape and form most approximates to the size of the tip of an axe or hatchet head, if you can imagine that. They're neat, they describe an arc, mirroring the shape of her crotch, starting out thick and chunky but thinning to a blade-like edge at their extremity.

Secondly their colour- her inner lips are a vivid pink. Similar to mine when I'm very aroused, but hers are that shade all the time. It really draws attention to them!

And thirdly her seeming indifference / unabashed-ness to having such spectacular intimate features permanently exposed to anyone who is lucky enough to encounter her.

Of course Sophia lives in a very remote place, but dozens of people must see her stunning nudity; her family (her younger sisters Rosa and Lucy seemingly always go naked too), the farm workers, who number maybe four locals and the seasonal gang of eight or so workers who come over from Eastern Europe from roughly April to September. And the delivery drivers, who either make it up the rough track to the orchard, or encounter Sophia and / or Rosa or Lucy standing naked on the road by their gate, waiting for deliveries or for produce to be picked up.

What really makes my pussy tingle are sightings of Sophia walking naked, alone in the open countryside, to visit her boyfriend at his farm a couple of miles distant.

It's especially amazing when they're seen out together, she's always completely naked with that stunning exposed pink labia, him always fully dressed. How does he keep his hands off her?! I'd be an aroused, distracted, wet mess if I was walking out with her, I'd need to relieve my tensions with her almost constantly!

I was re-playing the scene in my head when Sophia and her sisters came to ride here at the stables a couple of years ago. They were all naked for the grindingly slow five mile journey to here, sat on a trailer pulled by their father's tractor. What a sight that would have been for the residents of the several villages they passed through en-route.

I'd helped Sophia off her horse, her legs akimbo. Her spread pink pussy, topped with its big blonde bush was a couple of inches from my face as I lifted her down. I've masturbated to that mental image a hundred times since then. I was tingling again at the thought as I laid under that orange tree.

Still laid back on the dry grass, with my knees spread wide, I tentatively started to touch my big pussy. I initially ran my finger tips over my silky smooth hairless mound. Then I traced the delicate crinkly edges of my inner lips with my middle finger. Then I parted them with thumb and forefinger, dipping my middle finger inside and felt the hot wetness start to well up.

With my now lubricated finger I slid it up the groove to my clit- already engorged and hyper-sensitive. I wanted to drag this out as long as possible so I started by gently circling my hard nub, dipping my finger back into my open pussy to re-wet it; poking it in as far as it would go each time to enjoy the sensation of penetration.