Nude Minibreak

Hi all, an update from me and another excerpt from my diary to prove I'm still alive!

If you've read my other diary extracts you'll know I manage a riding stables in Andalusia, southern Spain. I'm English, 30 years old and moved here from the UK 19 years ago with my family.

Oh, and I don't wear any clothes! As long as it's warm enough. Which means I've gone 7 months straight now (October 2026) without wearing a stitch.

Nudity is legal here in Spain, and our location and my role means I can live the 24/7 naked life I've always craved.

Here's a snapshot of my nude life from last week.

This is fact not fiction, but I've changed some names & am vague about some locations to protect privacy.

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My partner Katya and I decided to reward ourselves with a week of short trips out and activities, after a busy summer at the stables. The schools went back recently so it's got a whole lot quieter there now.

In the past when we've done local minibreaks I've often worn a t-shirt of various lengths, so I could visit sites and attractions with less hassle. Even just a short t-shirt to drive in the car, as if I'm full nude my mini-breasts and maxi-nipples are very visible to all passing traffic, and to bystanders when we're driving slowly or stopped.

Katya's car is quite low, and doesn't have tinted glass or any air conditioning. Hence we usually have to drive with the windows open, so my bare breasts are very apparent to anyone, and my total nudity is revealed to any high vehicles to my side.

I've been without clothing of any kind since March and I feel I'm 'on a roll'; I truly don't want to have to wear anything at all until the cold weather makes it physically intolerable. Late October maybe, even into November would be fab.

I feel so much purer this year, spiritually and physically, from not having sullied my body with clothing at all.

Last Monday we decided to visit a lake / reservoir fairly nearby. The weather is still hot here, it reached around 90 today and was similar at the start of last week.

When we reached the car park there was only one other car. In high summer it's sometimes full. I was pleased, as it meant I had a good chance of getting Katya to go naked with me.

I went to the back of the car and raised the hatch on the pretext of grabbing my sunscreen. I was already screened up, but when I've been sitting in the car for a while I like to re-apply to areas which might have rubbed off onto the towel I sit on- my bottom, lower back, back of my thighs and my labia lips.

While I was inside the rear hatch, I deftly removed Katya's swimsuit from her bag and stashed it under the load bay carpet!

I handed Katya her bag (which also contained our lunch and drinks, plus a couple of towels) and we headed down to the water's edge, which has a beach of sorts, fine gravel, surrounded by shrubs and some trees.

There was no-one around so we laid out our towels. Katya pulled off her t shirt. She wore no bra. She then reached into her bag to retrieve her swimsuit- and found it was absent! I said, with deliberate fake sincerity; "Oh dear, you must have forgotten to pack it, you'll just have to go without it!".

Katya knew exactly what I'd done, she swore at me, and flicked out with her t-shirt which she still held in her hand. She took off her shorts. She could have kept her knickers on, but she knows how much I like her being naked, so she presumably decided to nice to me. She hooked her thumbs under the waistband and stepped out of her underwear, rendering herself totally nude.

Katya looked magnificent. The bright sun made her bare skin seem almost translucent. She has tan lines; her torso and groin areas are paler than her arms, shoulders and legs. But not a massive contrast, as she does sunbathe naked in her garden, now that the laurel hedge we planted has reached about 6 feet high.

Katya has fabulous breasts, not huge (approx 'Cs') but very firm and shapely. No droop at all. In the past she always had a black stubble shadow in her groin area, extending in a line up to her navel and out onto the tops of her thighs. Her pubic hair, when allowed to grow, was quite a big, dense mop! But after lots of expensive and painful lasering she's silky smooth and flawless, and it's seemingly permanent.

I sat on my towel while she stood naked in front of me. I was looking up at her pussy. It's impressively long; a deep lipless cleft starting high up on her mound and curving under her, forming a very distinct 'notch' in silhouette.

Despite the dominating visual impact of Katya's big pussy (in its own way as arresting a sight as mine with my huge inner lips) she's actually remarkably 'tight' inside. Partly due to never having been penetrated by a male.

My best friend Hayley has some coarse, rather crude Cockney language and turns of phrase for our sexual features. She's referred to Katya's pussy as an 'axe wound'; says it looks like she's been hit with a big, broad axe between her legs which created her deep, long cleft. She refers to my pussy as my 'big flange', or my 'wizard's sleeve' I suppose I can understand the analogies.

I spent some time applying sunscreen to Katya, as she hadn't pre-prepared like me. There's no way she'd let her dad sunscreen her, as my dad usually does for me after breakfast.

After an hour or so of relaxing, laying back on our towels in the warm sun, I suggested we take a walk. The circumference of that lake is about 3 miles. It's a mix of gravel beach and slightly inland pathways through the trees and shrubs. At the end there is a dam with a minor road across it.

In the hour or more we'd been there we hadn't seen or heard another person. I told Katya that we had the place to ourselves. Katya said: "What about the other car in the car park then?" I was hoping she'd forgotten about that; I said it was probably just a walker who'd gone off on one of the mountain routes.

We left everything behind at our 'base camp' and started off on our nude walk. Katya was in a pair of pink Crocs and carried a water bottle and a small backpack with our lunch in it. I had nothing, I was even bare-foot. The only addition to what I came into the world with were my nipple barbells and a diamond stud in my belly button. It's how I need to be, totally and completely naked; I can't even stand to wear a wristwatch.

It was a lovely walk and I was buzzing from just being with nude Katya in the open air. We held hands on the wider, beach sections. I love the way Katya's breasts move when she walks. They jiggle and bounce, but in a tightly controlled way.

I was experiencing a mild tingle in my pussy and I was nicely lubricated. My clit stayed hidden, which meant it wasn't being manipulated by my sliding pussy walls, so I was buzzed but not in danger of imminent orgasm. The main reason for my restraint and control was because there was no-one to witness our mutual nudity.

But there soon was. I was thanking Katya for going without clothes, I told her I was grateful for her pushing herself beyond her comfort zone. She said she doesn't really mind, and actually quite enjoys being naked when it's just the 2 of us. I said nothing but put my arm round her waist.

Katya reciprocated by slipping her arm around me. Her hand then moved to caress and squeeze my bare buttock and then further down, between my legs, where she started tickling the rearward facing crinkly edge of my protruding labia lips, which were hanging down between my legs.

Then, rounding a corner on the lake's edge, we suddenly encountered another couple! We were almost next to them before we saw them. And they were as naked as we were!

Whilst most of the lakeside is fine gravel or small stones it's actually sand at that point, maybe deliberately imported to make it more pleasant for visitors. It's certainly busy there in mid-summer.

The couple were lying on the brilliant white sandy surface and appeared to have no possessions with them, not even a towel. Just a little waist pack ('fanny pack' in the US. My friend Hayley thinks that's hilarious as 'fanny' in the UK is another word for pussy!).

The naked couple reacted in shock when they saw us. They immediately turned to face each other, and then embraced. Initially I thought it was a passionate embrace but then realised it was to conceal their nudity from us.

They were a male and a female, they looked to be late teens / early 20s. The girl's back was facing me. She was skinny, pale skinned, very thin but had quite wide hips. Her legs were especially spindly. I could clearly see her pussy between the tops of her thighs from behind.

The backs of the naked girl's thighs seemed to be all muscle, no excess fat at all. Her pussy was remarkably exposed, especially extraordinary as she presumably thought she was hiding it from view by facing the other way, in direct front-to-front contact with her partner! Her hairless outer labia were probably the only 'plump' area of her body, separated by a long slit, with no inner lips visible.

The sight gave me a significant 'jolt' deep inside my pussy. I always find it fascinating and erotic when a female is exposing more than she realises. At the stables this often takes the form of naked girls bending at the waist to perform their duties on the horses; picking out hooves, attaching leg guards, and tightening girths. And most especially when mounting / dismounting whilst naked or bottomless.

Stable girl Saffi is particularly prolific at exposing herself from behind. I even went to the extent of making her bend down in front of the full-length mirror in my office (when she was working in just a t-shirt) and look back at the view she was giving. She just laughed and has carried on regardless.

In my experience most of our female staff who habitually go naked or bottomless at work become aware of the 'show' they inadvertently give when they're bending around late-teens, and adapt accordingly. They start bending at the knees rather than the waist. They're more aware of where people are standing, and who's observing them when mounting / dismounting, so as not to give a full-on open pussy flash to our guided riding tour customers.

Within moments the naked beach couple realised that Katya and I were both lacking any clothing too. Presumably realising we were all 'in the same boat' they separated and sat up on the sandy surface. The girl propped herself up on her elbows, legs together, the guy sat up straight, legs slightly apart.

The guy had been 'relaxed' but quickly gained a full hard-on, his penis rearing up impressively. I briefly pondered if it was in reaction to being seen naked by two female strangers, or in response to observing Katya's and / or my nude body.

Between Katya and my naked bodies there's something for most tastes; our pussies are respectively as 'innie' and 'outie' as it's possible to get, and our breasts offer a choice of Katya's near-perfection to my barely-there-at-all booblets.

The young couple were both completely shaved, a look which is pretty much universal amongst most naked people I encounter, especially females but increasingly in recent years applying to males too.

The exception is on the remote farms which I visit (the ones with stables / horse breeding) where natural pubic hair reigns supreme! I occasionally encounter nude guys working singly or in groups, in fields or fixing roads / walls. Or sometimes they're just wearing a regular shirt (nothing else), unbuttoned at the front, to shield their shoulders and backs from the sun.

Nudity in the rural dirt and heat, with limited washing facilities, is just a practical thing, and in the wilder parts visitors are few and far between.

Female nudity in those localities is rarer, but I do sometimes encounter nude family members- daughters / cousins etc., helping out the matriarch in the unfeasibly hot kitchens.

It's pure practicality and not sexual at all. But I do cause some disruption and consternation (including impromptu erections from the unclothed male workers) when I arrive looking like an alien with my pale skin, tiny breasts, shaved-off pubes and my crazily huge labia flaps.

When I first came here (nearly 20 years ago) most naked females I saw on beaches were shaved, whereas most males had some or all of their pubic hair. Now, in 2026, I'd say around 75% of naked males are shaved.

However, that's based on a smaller sample; the overall proportion of naked people on regular beaches has fallen dramatically in recent years. I blame mobile 'phone cameras and maybe a more puritanical attitude in some ways.

It makes me worry a bit for my future; I don't ever see myself being able to get my head around wearing clothes. I don't want it to get more difficult and restrictive for me to live my naked lifestyle here, there are enough challenges as it is.

Back to the lakeside... I introduced us. The naked couple were English! I was so surprised. I'd been expecting them to be Dutch or German or Scandinavian! So much for national stereotypes. They were from quite near my cousin Annie (see my previous submission- 'My Naked Adventures Back In the UK'), in Hampshire, UK.

Last year they'd been on holiday in Devon (in the south west of England, UK) and had accidentally discovered an unofficial nudist beach and had partaken, and enjoyed the experience.

We learned that they were staying at a villa nearby and had wanted to swim naked in their pool, but it was overlooked by several other properties. So they'd deliberately sought out 'our' lake as a place they could sunbathe unadorned, thinking they'd have it to themselves, based on there being no other cars in the car park.

They'd left all their clothing in their car and had enjoyed a naked walk to the beach we were at now.

We chatted for quite a while. The girl (Sammy / Samantha) looked as skinny from the front as she was from the back. Her ribs were clearly visible and her hip bones were startlingly prominent.

Sammy's breasts were tiny but fully formed and very 'perky'. No areolas, but big pink nipples. I wasn't sure if they were hard through arousal or just naturally stiff, like mine are.

Her most outstanding feature from my viewpoint was that with her legs together, she apparently had no pussy slit! Just a big white expanse of hairless pubic mound. She was one of those rare (in my experience) girls who seems to have a rear-facing (or at least mainly downward-oriented) vagina! That must affect how they have sex?! I wanted to ask her about that but it never seemed appropriate to raise the question.

The guy- called Robbie- altered his sitting position so that he was also laying back somewhat, resting on his elbows. This had the effect of highlighting and maximising the size of his fully erect penis, which pointed upwards at the sky. He kept making 'adjustments' to it; pulling out his scrotum sack from between his thighs so that it, and its spherical contents, laid on the tops of his legs.

Robbie's foreskin was partly retracted, due to the extent of his hardness. He reached down, and with thumb and forefinger encircling his engorged shaft, fully retracted it. He was now completely exposing his big, bulbous dark pink 'tip' (there is a correct anatomical word for that part which I can't recall and I don't want to search for it on my stables' office PC!).

He was looking directly at Katya and me whilst he was 'fiddling' with his anatomy, and it struck me that he was doing this deliberately, to provoke or shock maybe, and that he was enjoying displaying his assets to two naked female strangers!

I'm kind of used to guys being mostly shy and ashamed of showing their aroused state in my presence. The guys I encounter working naked on farms are generally coy about being seen without clothing by anyone outside their tight community. When the sight of my unexpected nudity causes them to be aroused it's usually a cause of embarrassment for them, which often amuses their workmates, especially if only one guy in a group gets hard.

On a couple of occasions I've caused naked younger guys to get a hard-on when they've been casually naked on remote sections of beach with their clothed families. I've witnessed their mortifyingly embarrassed reaction to being stiff in front of their clothed relations.

But this guy- Robbie- seemed to be revelling in his exposure. His naked girlfriend seemed oblivious of his fairly blatant exhibitionism.

I know my 'stable boy' (he's 25, my only male worker) Ernie enjoys being naked around the stable yard, and erections are an inevitable part of that, surrounded as he is by naked females. But I've drilled it in to him to be discrete and aware of the effect his 'situation' has on others, and to be sensitive to who's around when he gets hard.

We'd planned to stop here to have our lunch. Sammy and Robbie clearly had brought nothing, so we offered to share some of ours with them. Mum had made our packed lunch that morning and she always over-caters.

Katya and I sat down opposite Sammy and Robbie on the warm, soft sand. We'd left our towels at our 'camp' a mile or so away so our bare bottoms were in direct contact with the beach.

For Katya this can be a problem; as she in effect has no inner labia lips she's thus prone to getting grains of sand 'inside her' which can be very uncomfortable. Hence she sat on her folded legs, which suits her anyway as it keeps most of her pussy hidden from view even, when she's completely naked, as she was now.

One of the few advantages of my huge pussy flaps is they do act as an effective and convoluted barrier to many things. For example roving hands in my knickers, explorative digits attempting to 'finger' me when I was at university parties or in nightclubs.

As I was often naked at such gatherings I was quite glad of the 'gatekeeping' qualities of my copious fleshy flaps. They got poked and pulled a lot but they frequently prevented unwanted and unexpected attempts at penetrating me, usually with fingers but occasionally with male members. They're also very effective at keeping sand out of my vagina!

I always go nude on beaches, always have done. Inevitably my vast, usually moist inner lips become coated in sand like a pair of bread-crumbed chicken breast fillets (actually quite a good comparison), and not a single grain gets inside me.

Another advantage is the way they hide the longest tampon strings- no need to tuck it inside or cut them short like other girls at the stables often do. But that's another subject area altogether.

I sat down in my usual default sitting position; Indian-style. Legs open as wide as possible, knees apart, soles of feet together. I just sit like this without thinking, often forgetting that I'm permanently naked and thus presenting as explicit a view as it's possible for a girl to do.

My mum's always admonishing me for being so 'immodest and un-ladylike' when I'm sat like that at home and we have visitors.

It was only really when Sammy and Robbie stopped talking and stared fixedly between my legs that I remembered how exposed I was. I glanced down, and being quite wet by that point, my inner lips had flopped open and I was revealing the very wet, shiny and bright pink inner sides of my splayed pussy.

From their position opposite me they could probably see a couple of inches up inside me. I knew they'd be witnessing the steady flow of sticky, clear liquid oozing out of my pussy, down my perineum and on to the sand.

None of that particularly concerned me, people see that view every day; strangers who approach our seated group at coffee break or lunchtime, or riding tour visitors who watch me mounting my horse or just observe me sat in my saddle. My pussy (even wide open) is public domain.

But the one thing I'm always reticent of showing, the part of me I prefer to keep private, is my clitoris. Unfortunately for me it's oversized and very erectile. Hence I was embarrassed and dismayed to observe that it had emerged. It was poking out lewdly, where it had pushed aside its substantial fleshy hood, which forms the upper extent of my inner labia. It looked remarkably similar to one of Sammy's hard nipples!

The knowledge that my clit was sticking out and on show was stressful and embarrassing. But knowing Sammy and Robbie were looking directly at it, and would be amazed / surprised / puzzled / shocked or even aroused by the sight, was also hugely stimulating for me.

It was such an outrageous thing to do, not only to sit in the most explicit pose possible, but also display a level of pornography normally only available in hardcore specialist publications or websites.

I was suddenly hit by what I term a 'sub-orgasm'. A brief wave or jolt of ecstasy. It went as soon as it arrived, but it caused me to briefly throw my head back and cry out, a muted 'Ahhh!'.

I needed to focus, and get a grip of myself. It would be unacceptable to spiral into a full-blown tsunamic orgasm in front of a couple I'd only met a short while ago. I know they were naked as well, but an overtly sexual act seemed completely inappropriate, in the same way that you don't see sexual behaviour or activities at a regular nudist resort.

I explained my brief sexual spasm by telling Sammy and Robbie that I had a bad back and I'd just felt a twinge of pain. Katya moved things on by passing round the sandwiches and other snack food from her bag.

We spoke about Sammy and Robbie's recent introduction to nudism. The visit to the beach in Devon. Sammy said how they'd initially been nervous and reticent about taking all their clothes off in a public place, especially as not everyone on the beach was naked and they were by far the youngest people there. But she said that once they'd overcome the initial hurdle, 'taken the plunge' as she put it, it felt fine, in fact it was quite a euphoric feeling.

Sammy looked at Robbie's groin with its raging hard-on and said: "Of course we had to wait for THIS to go down before we could walk to the sea!" She batted Robbie's erect penis with the back of her hand to show what she meant by 'THIS', but it was obvious what she meant!

Sammy asked me how long I'd been a nudist. I started by telling her I don't consider myself a nudist or a naturist, which caused her to raise her eyebrows, seeing as I was sat there stark naked with my legs wide open. I explained that I don't go to nudist resorts or seek out other nudists.

I told her how I've always preferred not to wear clothes, I've been like that my whole life. Since we moved here 19 years ago the climate has made it comfortable to go naked the whole time, except in the depths of winter. Obviously I explained how I had to wear clothes in class at school & university, but was otherwise mostly nude where feasible.

I went on to explain that I run a riding stables facility nearby, which allows me to live a 24/7 naked life. I wandered in there originally when we first arrived from the UK, on a naked ramble, exploring my new surroundings.

I explained how we get our custom for our guided riding tours and lessons mostly by word of mouth, but also by acquainting nearby accommodation facilities about our presence and services- B&Bs, AirBnBs, villa owners, small hotel managers etc. Usually via a visit by Katya and me (and yes, I'm always naked on those marketing visits, which flushes out those who are amenable to our offerings and those who are offended / repelled).

I explained that we have a minimal web presence as we feel it would attract the 'wrong types'.

Robbie's hard-on had subsided while we were eating, but he 'rose up' again when I described my clothes-free life.

Sammy struggled to comprehend how I could live a permanently nude life. She asked me all kinds of questions. Did I go through puberty naked? (yes). Was that embarrassing and difficult (definitely yes). Are other people naked at the stables? (some of my staff but not all, most of the owners / riders / customers are fully dressed).

To help prove the point to Sammy, Katya showed her and Robbie some pictures of me that she has taken and collected over the years. She has a 'Zandra' album on her mobile 'phone where she's collected pictures of me over the years, since we got together as a couple (15 years ago now!). All of them show me 'in the nude' as my mum puts it.

Then she switched to her most recent photos, which included ones of me taken around the stable yard in the past few weeks. I think she'd forgotten that there are some close-ups of my gynaecological details, and also several of other females with huge labia lips which she's gleaned from the internet. Unsurprisingly she loves big lipped girls.

I could hardly be offended or embarrassed at what Katya was showing them, sat as I was with my pussy unashamedly gaping open in full view.

Sammy was fascinated by the limitations of my nude life and asked me lots of questions about how I overcome or adapt to them:

a) Shopping- I go nude in the village shop; they know me well, but most other stuff gets delivered or Katya / Mum & Dad get it for me.

b) Hairdressing- I just choose a quiet time.

c) Medical stuff- I'm blessed with good health and as I'm in a same-sex relationship I don't need contraception etc.

d) Dental care- I go at the start of winter and beginning of spring- I'd love to find a dentist that allows me to be naked in the chair.

e) Eating out- One local restaurant that lets me dine nude. They have a separate area partitioned off with plants and shrubs where we sit, but I walk in and out naked in front of all their customers. Beach cafes are easier, many people are in skimpy swimwear (if not actually naked).

It was a wide ranging discussion and Sammy found my whole situation quite extraordinary, and tantalising. She and Robbie had experienced a small, recent taste of clothes-free living and were enjoying it. Here was me who's had a lifetime mostly without clothes.

They moved on to Katya; her story was much more brief! She plainly and honestly said that public nudity is not her thing but she relents at times to please me! Which is the truth of course.

All throughout lunch Robbie's penis had been cycling up-and-down repeatedly, like a periscope being raised and lowered. It had relaxed and flopped, then a topic of discussion had aroused him and he'd stiffened. Then he'd shrunk again when he was eating. When he was flaccid he was really quite modestly endowed, definitely a 'grower'.

At one point I showed our new friends the damage sustained to my right labia lip, when I'd ripped it on a rusty nail when climbing over a gate many years ago. I pulled it out to its full extent, which is about 5-6 inches, until it was just a very thin translucent pink flap, criss-crossed with tiny capillary veins. I showed them the cruel tear the sharp metal had inflicted on my most delicate anatomy.

My display caused an immediate reaction in Robbie's groin; he was back to engorged throbbing stiffness, seemingly within seconds. He sat back on his elbows again to reveal his 'asset' to maximum effect, shamelessly pulling back his tight foreskin as he had before.

He was so open about touching himself I thought he was about to start masturbating in front of us. In a way I wish he had, as I was desperate to relieve myself and I would have had the excuse to start fingering my swollen and flooding pussy.

The tip of Robbie's penis was wet. Clear viscous fluid was oozing out of the little slit at the tip. It was as tight as a drum, shrouded in veins which stood out, looking like they might burst. His appendage pulsed strongly, rhythmically throbbing.

I wondered if I could get Robbie to spontaneously ejaculate if I tried hard enough to visually arouse him. But I concluded that it would be inappropriate to put on a lewd act in front of people we'd only just met. But I was struggling inwardly, I really, really needed sexual relief.

At one point everyone seemed to be focussed on his openly displayed hard-on. It fitted most definitions of pornography, i. e. lewd and explicit; obscene under Spanish (and most other countries) law. But in reality it was no more explicit than I was being, with my engorged pink pussy lips splayed open, flowing with inner lubricant, with my big clit button poking out.

Katya's expression was one of being drawn to the sight of Robbie's erection but in a non-sexual way, as an almost detached but interested observer. To her it was probably just another erect penis; she sees Ernie's frequently enough at the stables and also Antonio, our often naked handyman, when he's working at our place.

Unlike me, Katya's 100% lesbian, partly innately / genetically, but also following her traumatic formative experiences of being compelled to spend time on Odessa's nude beaches with her family when she was younger (she's originally from Ukraine). She was in effect forced to go naked with her equally un-clad male cousins. She witnessed their inappropriate erection-popping behaviour and teasing when they were alone exploring the cliffs and rock pools etc.

Sammy just seemed to accept that erections happen and guys will flaunt them. She knew Katya and I were a same sex couple and would assume we had no 'designs' on her boyfriend.

In reality, I'm about 60/40 lesbian / straight so I did find the sight somewhat arousing, but I'd never want to get involved. He was taken, and anyway even at full-mast he would be 'lost' inside my cavernous vagina. Only my 'friend with benefits' Zander has the 'size' to fill me fully, and I still haven't gone completely all the way with him, out of respect for Katya.

After lunch we parted ways. Katya and I wanted to complete our circumnavigation of the lake, whereas Sammy and Robbie preferred to sunbathe a little and then return to their car the way they came.

When we all stood up I saw Sammy full-frontal for the first time. She almost looks sexless, like a plastic doll! Her pussy is so downward / rear facing that the only part visible when she's standing up straight is a small dividing line between her outer labia lips. But it's barely visible.

The dominant view was her big, wide and domed pubic mound. She was completely devoid of any pubic hair, not even a trace of stubble.

For the second time I wondered how sexual intercourse works for her- I couldn't see how conventional 'missionary position'- entry from the front- would be feasible!

They both had one notable feature that I've never possessed- tan lines!

We bade our farewells and they agreed that would call in at the stables next week, to re-connect over a coffee or tea, and I would give them a tour of our facilities. I asked them to come on a weekday, so that if they chose to go naked, Robbie's up-and-down penis wouldn't alarm or disturb the young eyes we get at weekends.

I wondered how Ernie would react to the presence of another naked, shaved and easily aroused male! He hates to be seen erect by other guys.

I was pleased to be alone with Katya again. Every lubricated step I took was mercilessly stimulating my clit; if I carried on I would definitely orgasm, with no control over where it would happen or who might be nearby.

I left it as long as I could, so Sammy and Robbie were hopefully out of earshot. We were in a little clearing in some woodland. I was so high on sex that I felt I was likely to pass out if I didn't spontaneously orgasm. So I threw myself on my back on the soft grass, spread my legs wide and pleaded to Katya to: "Lick me, lick my clit NOW!"

It felt like it took only the feeling of Katya's breath on the tip of my exposed clitoris to send me over the edge. The touch of her tongue was almost too much stimulation. I remember hearing my screaming echoing back at me from the surrounding valley sides. And then I came back to consciousness, being cuddled by Katya.

As soon as I was sufficiently compos mentis I rolled Katya onto her back, opened her legs and returned the favour on her. She was very wet herself. Despite her earlier protestations, here was the evidence that being naked in nature gets her sexually stimulated. Or maybe it was the act of her recent interaction with my pussy. Her clit, usually very elusive, fell easily to my exploratory tongue tip.

I was calm now and enjoyed the walk back. At one point we had to walk along a minor road at the end of the lake, which ran along the top of the dam. We encountered three passing cars, all of which stopped and stared at the spectacle of two naked girls out for a walk!

One was a truck with two young-ish guys in it. They made some lewd remark that neither Katya or me understood. Katya pointed at her bare pussy and shouted back some Ukrainian curse words that no-one else understood either!

We didn't encounter anyone else. I was kind of pleased as I was a post-orgasmic mess; as well as my tangled hair and muddy back & buttocks my whole groin area was flushed red. My still-swollen labia lips were separated and hanging down about 4 inches into the gap between my thighs.

My clit was still half-out, and although the flooding had abated, my inside thighs, knees and even my shins were encrusted with dried up streams of my intimate fluid.

Even Katya's groin was blushing, and her pussy slit was deep pink and glistened with wetness.

We finally reached the car park, having completed a full circle of the lake. We were about to emerge from the woods, just before the cleared parking area. Katya saw something and put her finger to her lips to mime "Shhhh!", and held me back with her other arm.

The only cars in the car park were Katya's and Sammy and Robbie's. But then I saw them, they were both still naked and were engaged in an alfresco intimate activity!

Sammy was bent forwards, prostrated on their car bonnet (hood). Robbie was penetrating her from behind. In the UK we'd call it 'doggy style'.

Katya and I watched in silence, cloaked by tree branches and foliage, whilst Robbie pounded into her. She's so thin and delicate. We could hear Sammy's protruding hip bones slamming against the metal of the bonnet. The thought crossed my mind that she was going to end up very battered and bruised. She had no padding!

They both seemed to climax simultaneously. It was our turn to hear their cries of ecstasy echo back from the valley sides.

After a few minutes of 'afterglow' in which he kind of collapsed onto her, they stood up, and after looking all round to see if they'd been witnessed (we ducked down), retreated to the back of their car and pulled a towel out of the boot (trunk). Sammy used it to mop up between her legs and then Robbie cleaned himself up.

We watched as they pulled clothes on, got in and drove off.

The mystery of how they had sex with her rear-facing anatomy was solved! It looked like the only practical method was to enter her from behind.

When they'd gone we both dissolved in fits of laughter, reflecting on what we'd just witnessed.

I managed to persuade Katya to put just her t shirt back on for the drive back. There was no way she was going to have her breasts on display for the duration of the journey, and I accepted that.

We made it back into her house without her neighbour spotting her flitting bottomless from her car to her front door. We then both relaxed naked in her back garden on loungers, with a glass of wine each.

What a day! In many ways a perfect day. All that adventure was because we'd both been naked the whole time. I just can't imagine a life with clothes! It would be so dull. Nudity changes everything.

I'll write up what we did the next day when I get a moment. In the meantime feel free to ask any questions or make any comments. I often reply!

Axxx