Postcard from Spain (2014-Day 2 afternoon)

So where did we more or less finish the day? (Bearing in mind that we’re just off out to dinner at 10pm!)

All three of us are now happily wandering around the apartment fully nude, but neither of my companions has made it to the pool in daylight yet, or the beach. I think it’s only at that point could we conceivably say that they’re ‘fully fledged naturists’. What did Kurt say? ‘By Wednesday’? He could be right!

Talking of Kurt, he turned up twice today. We have that sort of ‘open door’ policy, you see? First time all three of us ladies were nude, as was Kurt, and neither seemed remotely embarrassed by the fact. And why should they? You see? Within 48 hours and they’re already comfortable with the experience of communal nudity…at least on a one to one basis.

When he returned we were in various states of undress on our way out for an evening meal. By this stage Bebe was in her underwear, and after Kurt left she declared that ‘it was more embarrassing being caught in my bra and panties than it was chatting to him fully nude earlier’.

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My interpretation is that the ladies are thoroughly enjoying the experience, and while a proper debut lies ahead of us, I’m fairly confident that will come in time 🙂 Do I have two naturist converts on my hands?



(nb: as previously, I’ve no capability to get Harry to set up shots with models, so I’ve had to use my ‘Adam’ alt again to pose as Kurt. Bebe was logged in on her own computer to use her own avatar).

Postcard from Spain 2014-1-Day 2

Leaden skies to begin the day. And not much naturism in evidence, amongst us or others, because it’s rather chilly.

The idea that we’re going to be stripped off, that Nanni and Bebe are going to debut, seems far off right now.

But wait! By 100pm everything had changed. While there’s broken cloud, the sun and the heat are back with us, so Bebe and I walked down to the beach. It still isn’t amazingly busy, and there’s enough space to spread out, should you choose to have a beach day. I didn’t bother with a sarong or anything else, but Bebe covered up for the short walk.

Once there, the sea looked so inviting that I waded on in, Bebe left in charge of my glasses and sandals. She sat down and I splashed about for a bit, but when I returned her sarong had been rolled down and she was topless in public! I asked what had changed her mind about the ‘no way, never’ approach.ella and bebe_001b ella and bebe2_001c

‘In this environment it seems normal’, she shrugged. ‘I’m not altogether convinced that my bottom bits are going to see the sunlight in public, but I just had one of those ‘ah, to hell with it’ moments’

Bebe won’t mind me telling you that, for her, this is a huge, breakthrough moment, as she’s very self-conscious about her size. But…

‘There are bigger, flabbier women about and they’ve no apparent body issues. When I looked at it like that it seemed like no big deal to get my boobs out. Here, bare boobs are….totally unremarkable.’

One thing Bebe did notice, however, was the lack of pubic hair on the ladies. ‘There’s you, me and that girl over there’, she said, nodding at one early-20s woman. ‘Other than that, old women, middle-aged women, young women, they’re all bare down there!’

This is true. Pubic hair, here, is confined to some Spanish women, who aren’t quite as militant with the razor as the Germans, the British or the French. So there are some natural women around.

Ah, yes…SLN have previously reported that pubic hair is on its way back, but evidence in Vera Playa suggests this is not the case. The fashion remains, a few Spanish women apart to, as Bebe says, keep it bare down there.

We’ll come back to this in just a moment.

Where’s Nanni been all this time? Last we heard, she was heading for the supermarket ‘for some toiletries’, to be followed by a shower and spruce up. Yes, we were up late and yes, we all looked yuck this morning 🙂


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How Nanni looked when Bebe and I went to the beach

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How Nanni looked when we returned.

When we returned to the apartment we found Nanni, bottom half wrapped in her sarong. What have you been doing, we asked?

She looked slightly embarrassed before chuckling and pulling apart her sarong to reveal…a fully depilated vulva.

What? Why?

‘It’s the fashion’, she declared triumphantly. Fashion is never a good reason to do anything. ‘Everyone my age appears to be like this’, she gestured, and I thought….why not? It does feel a little strange to be without after…haha…forty five years, but I like the look, I like the…um…feel. It’s smooth and….oh…I just wanted to!’, she concluded, laughing.

Oh well…I shrug…I thought the three of us might reverse a trend, but hey…whatever you want to do.

What does the remainder of the afternoon and evening hold in store? Check back later to find out.


Postcard from Spain 2014-1-Day 1c -St Juan’s Festival.



eve fire st juan2_001bI don’t know what it is, but it never seemed that crazy last year, the first time we’d seen it. Bonfires lit for midnight and, almost as if there was a silent signal, people up and down the beach began stripping and immersing themselves in the sea. What a gorgeous sight!

I’m guessing some didn’t even see themselves as ‘naturist’, just participants in St Juan.

All around me, in the darkness, couples, groups and single people were stripping off and going into the sea. I loved the entire concept!

We’d headed down, after an evening drinking beer(????), sarong clad near midnight. And it was a simple enough task to unknot mine and run into the sea, fully naked. What’s more, my two companions, in the presence and company of dozens, followed suit. Music was playing, the fires were burning, and we frolicked in the Med at midnight, naked together, giggling like schoolgirls.

A nude debut for both? Yes and no. Under cover of darkness, in a melee of nudity, it’s not exactly ‘nude in public’, but both were thrilled with what they saw as a naked, public debut. Even the reluctant Bebe.

As we returned to the apartment, the rain began. And stayed with us! I put on some music and found a new, naturist pleasure, that of dancing naked in the rain, each raindrop kissing my body. And as I did, the girls joined in. It was a beautiful moment.

We sat on the balcony, under a canopy, until 200am, talking quietly, drinking in the experience. Surely this is what life is all about?

The rain grew heavier, and each of us, in turn, would stand arms outstretched in the rain, smiling to ourselves. I note that, as the rain began, it suddenly turned more humid, and the sense of sweatiness in the air lent itself to this naked ‘rain dance’.

None of us wanted the evening to end. Indeed, we contemplated taking a naked walk, arms linked, to the beach, just to drink in the experience. In the end, more beer got opened and…well….that plan went unrealised.

When I look back on the experience, what do I recollect? A single naked girl, returning from the sea and her naked swim, to then dance among a crowd of strangers, all of whom were clothed, beside the bonfire. I recall several couples walk to the sea, peel off their clothing and dance in the waves for ages. I recall the night’s proceedings being led by a middle-aged woman, the very first to strip off where I was, and happily pose for photographs taken by her partner. I recall many, including ourselves, following her lead.

Eventually, around 200am, we called it a night, reluctantly.

I tell you what…it’s something I definitely want to be in Vera Playa for next year.

(note: the ‘postcards’ are intended to be ‘immediate and of the moment’, so there’s no time to contact Harry or Diane, and ask them to set up a ‘St Juan revelry’ type of shot, so I’ve illustrated this post using my rarely used ‘Eve’ alt. As the ladies are still snoozing, I can’t even get either of them to log in under my other alt’s ID -‘Adam’- in order to pose a couple by the fire. And I certainly haven’t got software that allows me to tweak a photo to make it look properly ‘midnight’…the photo’s setting is just set to ‘sunset’).