Chapter 10 Chica Desnuda

Kate's Exhibitionist Journey

Chapter 10 - Chica Desnuda

In which Kate keeps everything on display and makes some new friends down on the beach, in her own special way.

Trapped. There was no other word for it. I was trapped.

Through a combination of my growing overconfidence in my ongoing adventures, some additional silly naivete, and a devilishly evil plan from one of my fellow holiday companions, I now found myself cowering behind a rock in the corner of an isolated Spanish cove. Between me and the rental car which represented my only realistic option back to the comfort of the villa that I had been staying in was a group of four total strangers.

And I was completely naked.

Whether it really was revenge she had wanted after my nude follies had ruined her plans for the holiday, or she was simply having a bit of cruel fun with the naked girl she'd found herself with, Maria had well and truly defeated me. I had walked right into every trap she had set, and I had sealed my fate by...

oh god!

...by telling her I'd do anything she asked me to do if only she allowed me to climax, as she'd mercilessly ordered me to pleasure myself at her feet, right here in the sand. And my latest intoxicating, humbling and confusing sexual experience on my nude journey had left me here. Utterly, hopelessly trapped.

I tried to steady my breathing, which had been out of control since Maria had walked back to the group, telling me in no uncertain terms that if I didn't go over and join them all very soon, I was going to be left completely stranded. I had to move. I had to do something. But...

what?!

I looked around, but there was nothing to help me. Nothing to cover me. No towel, no palm leaves, not even some washed-up seaweed I could fashion some sort of mermaid-themed costume from. There was also no other way back to the car. I didn't have to walk right past the group, of course, but whichever route up the beach I took, everyone would still be able to see the nude girl trying to flee. And I needed the keys from Maria to open the car anyway! Out of sheer desperation, I even looked out to sea, contemplating making my escape by trying to swim the Mediterranean. Though aside from everything else wrong with that plan, even if I made it, I'd still be naked on the other side.

No, I miserably realised, there was nothing else for it. I...had to do it. I had to step out from behind this rock, totally nude and still wet from my impromptu swim to clean the evidence of my filthy display in front of Maria from my skin, and walk over to them. To Maria, Ange, Nicole, and...whoever these four other people were.

I slowly shifted into a crouch and took a deep breath.

Oh god, no, I can't do this, I fretted to myself. It's not just Nicole and her friends anymore, it's a bunch of strangers! And two of them were men! That little fact seemed extra-important, for some reason. Being nude like this around men as well as women seemed like I was taking things another step further somehow, for reasons I couldn't quite articulate.

I took another breath, feeling my knees shaking underneath me, and tried to focus on whatever positives I could find. I mean, as Maria had casually said before she'd abandoned me, I would never see these people again, whoever they were. I was flying home tomorrow, and if need be, I never had to come back here. I could even bar myself from entering Spain altogether. If the authorities didn't do that for me first. So...could I do this? Kate, my tired rational mind pointed out. You have to do this, remember? The only other option is to be left behind here in the nude. You don't have a choice.

And then a spark lit up inside me. Actually, I

did

have a choice. Not about whether or not I emerged from behind my shelter. It was painfully clear that I had to do that part. But I did have a choice of...how I did it.

How I felt like doing it was clear. Despite my many previous proudly nude moments, right now I wanted to meekly emerge from my shelter, face reddened, hands clasped across my chest and over my crotch, awkwardly shuffling through the sand, every inch the humiliated nude woman. And I'm sure that's exactly what Maria was expecting me to do. I bet she was hoping for it, actually. So that she could then delightedly demand that I lower my arms and show myself off to these nice strangers. With a tingle of humbled arousal, I pictured the scene of me quivering in shame as I obeyed her order, dropping my hands to my sides as these four new beachgoers gawped at my now-exposed bare body.

But I now saw that I did have another option. One that I'd already used to help regain some control of my situation back at the villa. Instead of blushing and feebly trying to cover myself, leading me to inevitably have to show myself off anyway, I could...

own it

. Instead of facing my humiliation on Maria's terms, I could face it on my own. I could stand tall, back arched, chest out, arms proudly by my sides. And then I could march right across the sand to them, smiling warmly and happily at these new people. Offering a friendly wave and a hello, as I defiantly showed off every inch of me to them. I could do all of that...couldn't I?

I shivered again. I wasn't sure I could. It went against every single instinct I was feeling right now. Back at the villa, it had already taken a lot just to show off my naked body to three women I'd already met. I wasn't sure I had it in me to adopt the sky-high levels of false confidence I needed for this, especially when I felt so helplessly terrified inside.

And yet, as I looked down at my nude body as I crouched down, still glistening with the few droplets of seawater yet to evaporate in the early evening sun, I knew I couldn't take the extra humiliation of meekly shuffling over there, trying to preserve whatever shred of modesty I might still be able to salvage, only to have it agonisingly and thrillingly snatched away by either Maria's firm tone, or Ange's cackling one, or even Nicole's supportive one, as one or all of them told me to reveal myself to these new people. Which, of course, I would do with only a moment of feeble hesitation. If I was going to get through this, I knew I had to somehow try and take control. Or at least...be seen to be taking control.

I whimpered to myself again, in a manner not really befitting someone about to take control of anything. I took another deep, deep breath. It's just like the nude beach, Kate. I told myself. Just like when you were on the nude beach, with all those other happy nude people. And Lara, and Liam. Just like that. Except this time, your clothes aren't in a bag next to you. They're locked in a holiday villa, a twenty minute drive away.

Oh god!

Doing my best to control my shaking, and feeling again like I was in the midst of another out of body experience, I kept my arms rigidly at my side and...slowly stood up. As the group further up the beach came into view again, I suppressed the continued instinctive desire to duck back down and cower in fright, or clasp my hands over my body in shame. And I did my best to own it.

You can do this, Kate!

For a second or two, my naked emergence went completely unnoticed. But inevitably, it was Ange, one hand holding a beer, who laughed in delight and pointed straight at me from across the beach. In an instant, seven sets of eyes were on me and my body, flooding me with a fresh wave of shame. And more than a tiny hint of arousal.

I wanted to run away. To cover up. To hide. To dance. To cry. To scream. To masturbate.

But I didn't do any of those things. I focused entirely on trying to maintain that wall of false confidence I had developed yesterday when it had just been me, Nicole and the others. The confidence that had even caused Ange's endless levels of exuberance to dwindle away in the face of it, until she'd been reduced to paying me a naughty late night visit in my bedroom when she'd ended up eating my pussy on her hands and knees.

That

was the sort of confidence this situation needed.

And so, even though this was the last thing I wanted to do, I smiled back. And I waved.

Then, barely believing I was doing it, I took a step forward, and then another. I walked out from behind the rocks on slightly shaking legs, revealing all of my bare body to the world again, and began to approach the group.

I tried not to, but I ended up focusing on the strangers. As I'd seen from my brief glance earlier, there were two women and two men. The women wore bikini tops and tiny hotpant shorts of the kind I always wished I had the bum to pull off. The men both wore plain t-shirts and swim shorts. All of them were nicely tanned, and all looked younger than I was, in their early 20s. For some reason, that seemed to make my task a little easier, as if it was harder for me to lapse into a submissive mindset around people who were younger than me.

But what wasn't making it easier was the fact that I had their full attention. Or, more accurately, my body had their full attention. The two girls stared in shock, while the boys predictably looked happier at the sight of a completely naked woman striding towards them. In the back of my mind, a new nagging doubt popped up. If casual nudity on beaches was as acceptable here as Maria and the others had claimed, why were they looking so surprised? They didn't look like they were used to seeing random nude people walk past them. But I forced that thought away as I arrived at the group, straining to maintain my outward confidence, as I stood before seven people, naked, with a hand casually resting on my hip.

"Hi, everyone," I managed to say, praying that my voice wouldn't crack from the internal stress I was feeling and betray how petrified I was really feeling, "Sorry I took my time. I'd just been for a swim, and I was, um, drying off."

For a moment, there was just silence. The trio of women already used to my nudity smiled, while the four strangers continued to stare. I resisted the urge to squirm and blush at the unprecedented attention I was now under. Granted, I had been undressed in front of more people than this back on the nude beach, but there my nudity had been so commonplace and incidental that nobody had really paid me much attention, until I'd met Lara and Liam. But here, despite the smaller number of beachgoers, I was the main visual event.

Eventually, Maria stepped over to me with a satisfied look on her face. I buried the memory of my utter submission to her deep inside me, trying to dismiss the image of me bent down in the sand on all fours, shamefully revealing everything to her, and kept up my shaking confidence with all my might.

"Ah, where are my manners?" she said, "Let me introduce everyone. Kate, this is Antonio, Jose, Ramona and Nina."

I coyly smiled and waved at each of them in turn, trying to keep track of everyone's name. I was terrible with that at the best of times, seemingly forgetting names in an instant when I'm introduced to groups of people at a party or a work event. And trying to focus on names while I stood in front of them completely naked was even more of a challenge.

I just about managed to remember that Antonio had longer, shoulder-length hair compared to Jose's tight buzz cut. And that Nina had darker hair and was staring a little more unhappily at me than Ramona was. I also couldn't help but note that they were all strikingly attractive, which added an extra element of discomfort to my plight. I found myself suddenly feeling thankful for all those extra punishing gym trips since I'd fallen into this nude journey.

As I did my best to maintain a confident naked front (so to speak), Maria looked back at the group of young locals and gestured at me to complete the introductions.

"And everyone, I'd like you to meet Kate. Our, oh, how to describe her...ah, our resident

chica desnuda!

"

I barely spoke a word of Spanish, to my additional shame, and I had no idea if Maria was close to being accurate in her phrasing or not, but I caught the gist of what she meant. As did the gaggle of Spanish beachgoers, apparently. Their stares at me gave way to smiles and laughter at this introduction. I suppressed the desire to flinch at the reaction and instead forced myself to smile and shrug my shoulders in acceptance of my latest title.

"So," the young man I was ninety percent sure was Antonio offered, "You are a...nudist?"

"Oh," I replied, a little coyly, "Not really, no--"

"Ah, she's just being modest," Ange cut in, "This chick's never got her fucking clothes on!"

More laughter. But mostly warm, supportive laughter. The sort that helped me to grow a small amount of genuine confidence in my nudity, on top of my entirely false confidence that had gotten me this far. I didn't mind a bit of amusement at my plight. After all, even if they didn't know how I'd been tricked into this embarrassing position, it was still objectively pretty funny to see me walking around in public like this. So, provided the laughter remained supportive, and didn't cross over into a nastier, mocking edge, I was happy to join in.

I even, to my shock, found myself underlining Ange's comment about my complete absence of clothes by performing a little twirl in the sand for my new audience, allowing them to see me nude from every angle. Oh god, Kate, I thought to myself,

where did that come from?!

Minutes ago, even the thought of coming over here was petrifying you. And now, after a few friendly smiles, you're suddenly showing yourself off for everyone?

"Do you want to join us?" the other handsome young man, who I was nearly certain was Jose, offered, gesturing to a spot on the towels they were lying on.

Towels, I suddenly thought. Kate, they have towels! You can ask them for one, you can still cover up! You don't have to be nude any more!

But I didn't ask for one. I remained nude and on display. Now completely by choice.

"Oh really?" the girl next to Jose, who I was almost positive was Nina, snapped a little harshly, "You want the naked lady to join us, do you?"

I began to feel a little awkward at her tone. Despite the smiles and the laughter and the way that all four of them seemed to have instantly accepted my public nudity, I was now sure that this was a couples trip to the beach, or at least some sort of double date. The fact that the girls seemed less happy to see me seemed to confirm it. And, in fairness, I could understand that. After all, if I'd been trying to get to know a guy I liked, or spending some time with my boyfriend, and a random naked woman showed up, I'd feel a little unhappy as well.

Oh, who are you kidding, Kate, my mind berated me for that observation. You'd probably just take your clothes off and join her!

"I'm just being polite," Jose countered to Nina, his eyes not leaving my body as he gestured to the towel again.

I glanced at our car, parked a short distance away. I had been hoping, once I'd come over here, that I'd be able to speed through things. A brief hello, an embarrassed introduction, and then I could steer our group back to the car. But for some reason, now I had reluctantly taken the plunge and I was out here, completely naked in front of four new people, I was actually starting to grow into myself, to accept my situation, even to want to experience more of it. Dare I say it, I was even starting to...enjoy myself?

"Well," I said, deliberately avoiding eye contact with Maria and looking straight at Nicole, "I'm not sure if we have time...?"

I couldn't believe how I was phrasing it. I was almost goading Nicole into prolonging my exposure. Granted, given how eagerly they'd all ganged up on me to get me here in the first place, I was sure that any attempt that I made to try and get us all back to the car quickly would be delightedly ignored. But the fact that I was only making the most cursory of attempts to seek any sort of dignity surprised me.

Shouldn't I be doing more to get home? I mean, if these four people have shown up, then clearly this supposedly secluded beach is well known amongst the local residents. And what am I going to do if more people arrive? What if this is a regular Sunday evening hangout? What do I do if it suddenly starts teeming with locals? But, while I knew these were all valid worries, and I was still keenly aware of exactly how exposed I was, and how far away my clothes were, all of a sudden none of it seemed important.

Of course. I like this, I realised. I'm not being humiliated any more, I'm not being asked to do anything degrading or unseemly. I'm just nude, on the beach, and my bare body is being gleefully gazed at by seven sets of eyes. I had to stop myself from smiling wider.

I really like this!

"Well," Nicole replied, just as a significant part of me had hoped, "I guess we're in no rush. It's still pretty early. And, would you believe it, Ange bought enough beers for everyone."

"What can I say," the red-haired Aussie laughed as she reached into a grocery bag and handed me a small can of beer, "I'm a very social person."

"Not as much as some of us," Nicole added with a smirk, gesturing at me again.

I led the laughter this time, accepting the beer and performing another modest little bow in acknowledgement of my overly social situation.

"Ok," I shrugged again, smiling at Jose and the others, "I guess we can stay for a bit..."

With that, I took a seat on the towel, carefully sitting down with my legs folded beneath me in a way that hopefully prevented me from going too X-rated in what I was revealing to my audience. I then cracked open my beer and began to top up my already tequila-infused brain. Nicole, Ange and Maria all sat down as well, and I silently enjoyed the minor victory of being the only one sitting on a towel. Their eagerness to deprive me of any cover meant that, without going back to the car for extra supplies, they had to sit directly on the sand itself.

And like that, this little

chica desnuda

settled in for the rest of the evening.

*****

As we all sat and talked and helped ourselves to Ange's drinks, I found myself in heaven.

As terrified as I'd been on my blindfolded drive over here. As pathetic as I'd felt showing myself off as I'd played with myself for Maria's entertainment. As racked with fear as I'd been as I'd been cowering behind the rocks facing up to having to reveal myself to these strangers. I was now fully relaxing into this latest nude experience.

And my latest audience had all warmed to my presence as well. The two boys were both still clearly happy to see me. And after the initial sense of resistance I got from their partners, even Nina and Ramona had given in to the glorious farce of the situation. Of sitting on the beach in the evening sun, enjoying a conversation with a completely naked stranger.

Even the fact that there were men here at all no longer bothered me, thanks to the way that Jose and Antonio conducted themselves. They were definitely enjoying more than their fair share of eyeballing my body as I sat next to them. But if anything, that was the part I was happy to encourage. The sense of their eyes on my skin was electrifying. Ahd the fact that staring at me was all they were doing, and they weren't overstepping any boundaries with their words or their actions, was encouraging me even further, allowing me to fully immerse myself in this latest delightful avenue of exposure. I even spotted both of them awkwardly adjusting themselves where they sat a few times, and although the bagginess of their shorts gave nothing away, I couldn't help but naughtily speculate if my naked body was causing any...twitches down there.

I had been nude in front of men before, of course. Not just with ex-boyfriends in the bedroom, I mean. There had been dozens of men at the nude beach. And Liam, of course. Gorgeous, wonderful Liam. But this was still different to that. The middle-aged male nudists had barely acknowledged me at all, so run-of-the-mill my nudity had been to them. And Liam had mostly been too polite (or embarrassed) to look directly at me. The attention my new male audience was giving me was definitely different. But it was thrilling to experience.