Diary of a Wannabee Exhibitionist

This short story was written for the Nude Day Story Contest 2025. I hope you will have fun reading it, let me know if you like the idea.

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July 10, at night.

Let's do it! I'm not drunk, I'm determined! I'm done having fantasies about exhibitionism. I want to do it for real. I don't care if I'm not pretty or hot, I don't care if my boobs are small and uneven, I don't care if my butt makes me look fat, I'm going to show it all! For my first time, though, I want to do it in a safe environment. I know how clumsy I can be; if I do it here, I'll be arrested right away because there's a child nearby. So, I went online and I managed to find the perfect place for me; it's some sort of a campsite, but apparently for adults only. It's in Spain and I don't speak Spanish, but from the pictures it's not a swingers' camp, it's for grown-ups who want peace and tranquility. It's on the Costa del Sol, it's very small, and I'm lucky because there was one last-minute bungalow available. I booked it for a week, and I'm going to have a lot of fun there!

July 16. Day 1, evening.

How can I be so stupid!?! I thought it would be a normal campsite, but it's a naturist one! Everybody was already naked when I arrived. How am I going to show myself? And I've had the welcome committee just for me, reminding me what naturism is. To be fair, it was probably for the best; I had no idea what it was before. I used to think it was just like nudism, being naked outdoors, and I thought it was only for the kink, but it's completely not that.

At my arrival, I was received by Dolores, an old woman who lectured me about naturism. She was very passionate about it, so much so that she even managed to distract me from her very saggy tits, balancing right in front of me. She was very insistent about it, naturism is a way of life, it's a communion with nature, anything else should remain in the bag. It was her way to let me know that I would not have fun here, whatsoever!

It's not entirely negative; the place looks nice, the weather is hot, and from where I'm sitting, I can watch my neighbors. Their bungalow is far enough to provide some privacy, but I can still see them naked, and they are gorgeous! From what I hear, they may be Italian, and from what I see, they must be at most 30 years old. The man is perfectly built, his body is muscular and slender at the same time, his penis is long and well shaved, and his face is so determined. The woman also represents the perfection of the female body; her long legs, her round and perky breasts, her flat belly and cute hips. And she has the most amazing hair I have ever seen. From what I can see from her gestures and his reactions, I understand that she must be very bossy and annoying.

I think I hate her already, for being with that man when I'm all alone!

July 17. Day 2, noon.

I stayed in bed this morning, my exhibitionism plan is dead already, and I could not even do anything. All I can hear is that the Italian neighbors seem to have so much fun without me. I think I was about to feel depressed, so I decided to go out and visit the site. First of all, it's smaller than I thought. There must be ten bungalows, it's old, the nature is not providing a lot of cover from the sun. I thought it could be fun to walk around naked, but being around naked people takes all the fun away. I had met some people who, and all they can talk about is how wonderful naturism is. I'm not saying I dislike it, it's actually quite nice to be naked outdoors, and to feel the sun all over me. I also enjoy not being judged for my body, even though I judge myself every morning in the mirror. But I wanted to be seen, I wanted to have eyes on me, and now I feel ridiculous and sad.

July 17. Day 2, evening.

I'm just back from lunch; there was a big barbecue party and all the campers were there. I spoke with everyone, and they are all so uptight! It's impressive how boring they are in here. We were all naked, we were all sweating from the sun and the barbecue, and yet, nobody felt naughty, how is it possible??

I barely spoke with my Italian neighbors; I introduced myself to the man, but I think he did not get what I said. I don't know why, but my heart was pounding in my chest. I felt like a little girl with her first crush; he probably assumed I was drunk. His wife then came, yelling at him in Italian, and they left after that. I believe she called him Luca.

I was starting to feel pretty low, and then I realized. The people in this camp are so prudish, I may be able to shake things up. It may not be textbook exhibitionism, but I think I can still have some fun here...

July 18. Day 3, afternoon.

I woke up in a very good mood this morning. I had sweet erotic dreams with my Italian neighbor during the night, and when I opened my eyes, I was ready to get down to business. And by business, I mean going out and being wild!

I took my breakfast and waited to be sure that everybody would be out somewhere in the camp. I then left my bungalow, naked as always, and went toward the forest. This is where the hiking trail starts, and I found a spot where I could masturbate. The plan was not to do it in front of someone, but to do it in a place I could be caught. I wanted to be caught. Badly. But if someone saw me, nobody said anything. I hoped they would enjoy the show; I had decided to honor nature and use leaves and fruits to masturbate with; I imagine that's what naturists are supposed to do.

It was the first time I was masturbating outdoors, and it was fantastic. I wish I had done this before; it feels so good! But not knowing if I was seen or not was frustrating. So, after I had reached my first open-air orgasm, I decided to walk around the park, with my pubic area all red from the leaves and the fruits I used. Apparently, nature is not made to be used as a sex-toy, I had even considered a branch to fuck myself with but I got scared. Damn nature!

I still don't know if I was seen, but everybody was looking at me severely! Finally, they were judging me. If they had not seen me this morning, they could not miss my wet and red pussy, I could see many eyes looking down there, and it was turning me on even more.

That walk ended abruptly when I ran into Luca. I don't know why exactly, after I made a fool of myself yesterday, there is no way I still have a chance with him. Especially with his wife, who is always after him. But when I saw him, I couldn't help but cover myself, and I ran away to my bungalow. Congrats, Violet, once again you have shamed yourself! If there were a medal for mediocrity, I would have many gold ones!

July 19. Day 4, noon.

It seems that what I did yesterday didn't go unnoticed, and now I'm the black sheep of the campsite. This morning, I found a letter on my doorstep, it was saying that I would be promptly expelled if I were to reproduce what I did. The letter was anonymous, but from its perfume and the writing, I had the inner certitude that it was my Italian neighbor who had written it. That Italian woman really is a bitch, and I already hate her a lot!

Still, I could not stay inside all day long, so I went out and tried to talk to some people, but nobody would speak to me. They won't even look at me. It's infuriating!! There was only one man who was nice to me, but that's only because he wanted to fuck me.

This is the worst vacation of my life.

July 20. Day 5, noon.

This morning, my first thought was that my booking would end in two days. I am not happy here, and I'm just waiting to return home and forget about all this. It's a complete disaster; it has cost me money, time, and a great deal of pride.

If I am to ruin everything in here, I thought I would give myself a last chance with Luca. This morning, like every other morning, a car left their bungalow. I had noticed that the wife had to go into town for some business, so it was my opportunity to get laid. I went knocking at the door, and he let me him. We were both naked; him with his perfect body, me with my lousy body. I already knew I had no chance with him. But I was determined, and I made it clear that I wanted to have sex with him. I'm not sure how embarrassing it was for me, I had to tell him that I was into him, I showed him my wet pussy, I tried to kneel to his dick, but he rejected me violently. He called me a whore and a slut, and kicked me out of his place.

I only write this after spending two hours crying in my bed. I know it's ridiculous, and it's only making me want to cry more.

July 20. Day 5, at night.

I have had a visitor this evening. It was my first ever visitor. And the last person I thought I'd want to see. It was Raffaella, my Italian neighbor and the sister of Luca. Yes, I have spent the week wrongly thinking that they were husband and wife. She came to apologize for her brother's behavior. She said that he is always impossible with the girls, and even worse with the boys. That was nice to hear. If I had known that before, I would not have hit on him like I did!

She also confessed to writing the anonymous letter. But she explained that it was not meant to be a threat, but a warning about the other's state of mind. As I realized by myself, the people in here are not open-minded, and they don't want to have any sort of sexual activity in the campsite. Listening to her, I understand that she is quite limited in English, and I can now see that she did not realize that what she wrote may be misunderstood. Also, she pointed out that the letter had her initials carved into the paper; it was not so anonymous after all. Another point for my lack of judgment, I guess.

Raffaella saw that I was not in the mood to go out, so she offered to cook for me. We had a pleasant dinner and now that I know her, I don't think that she is a bitch anymore. I am writing my diary while she is using the bathroom. I hope she will stay a bit longer; she is the first person to be nice to me!

July 21. Day 6, morning.

Finally, Raffaella stayed for the night! We have talked for hours; she truly is a nice person. This morning, during breakfast, I confessed to her the reason that led me there. I thought she would laugh at my poor attempt to get into exhibitionism, but she only smiled at it. She was very comprehensive and supportive. She told me that she thought I was very brave, and that people here are stupid. Also, she said she has an idea to help me achieve my goal. I can't wait to hear what she has in mind!

July 21. Day 6, night.

What a day I've had! Raffaella and I went all over the campsite, and with her help, I'm proud to say I've caused some havoc! We started gently in the bungalow of Dolores, the old lady who received me the first day. Raffaella was to knock at the door and distract her, while I would climb through an open window and pick a utensil from the kitchen. When she closed the door and turned around, she had the surprise of her life: me, naked on the floor, masturbating with a wooden spoon of hers. She was furious, and she kicked me out of her place right away. Raffaella and I were laughing hysterically, and we repeated it multiple times. Sometimes, I would be the one who would try to distract whoever opened the door. Once we didn't even knock, we both entered through the window and masturbated until someone came in.

We stopped in the afternoon, when Luca came to find us. He was extremely angry at me; he said that because of me, he and his sister would have to leave the campsite the next day. I did not care anymore, but Raffaella decided to stand up for me. She told her brother that this campsite sucks, that she was bored until I arrived, and that she was happy to leave this place and never go back again. I came back to my bungalow with Raffaella. A note from the managers was left for me, telling me that I would no longer be welcome here. It made us laugh once more; we were like, "Who do they think they are?".

To turn this moment into something special, Raffaella and I had sex that night. And we tried very hard to be as loud as we could be, so everyone would enjoy it. It was not just the sex; we also played music very loudly, we drank, we smashed the place, and after the sex, we did not care to clean anything. It was a gorgeous mess. I would have never thought I'd ever be with someone as beautiful as Raffaella. She has the most perfect body I've ever seen, even on television, and she knows how to have fun!

July 22. Day 7.

Waking up was hard this morning. The hangover was tough, and the bed was broken. The night was incredible, but it was just one night. It was now time to say goodbye to my Italian friend and her brother. I sincerely hope I'll keep in touch with Raffaella, but I am realistic. She is rich, beautiful, and classy. Why would she care about me? She used me as a way to have some fun during her stay here, and I must say that I'm grateful for it. For the first time in my life, I feel happy to have been used as a sex toy!

I made my bag and I put on my clothes for the first time this week; I must say that it feels weird to be dressed. I may have become a naturist after all, I genuinely enjoyed being naked all the time. In the cab that takes me back to the train station, the memories of Raffaella came back, especially my night with her. She was my first lesbian experience, and she was good. She made me want to explore this side of me more, and just thinking about her made me wet. It was the cab driver who made me realize that I was touching myself; he was trying to politely ask me to stop doing it.

That's when I remembered why I came here in the first place. I wanted to show off, to be naughty in public. I thought I would do it for a full week, but there's still time. I have many hours to spend on the train, and I must change at two different stations, with at least an hour to occupy every time. For once, I'm thrilled that the journey will take forever.

I catch the driver's eyes in the mirror, and I smile. I will make the best of every minute I have!