Maybe I should explain a bit about myself: I am Diane. At a certain point in my life, I realized I was in an unsatisfying marriage. Then I saw the movie "Eat, Pray, Love" (I can recommend all women watch this beautiful film with Julia Roberts), I got inspired, packed my bags, and went solo on a plane, without a return ticket, far away from home. One day later, I met my current boyfriend, just when I was starting a long trip spread over Europe.

I noticed him when I got lost in the subway of a big city, and while nobody else could understand me to explain my way back, he brought me to my hotel. 24 hours later, I spent 24 hours in bed, with jet lag and him. We kept in touch, and he jumped on a plane to catch up with me a few times while I hopped around European cultures and countries. I had a perfect guide: he had a lot of experience in the old continents' history and culture and local dishes, and showed me beautiful pearls in different places I didn't know about.

He made a few simple dreams of mine come true, like putting me in the middle of a field with sunflowers and another between lavender that resulted in memorable pictures... I fell in love and after several years, after that first time that I thought would just have been a one-night stand, we are still an alternative) couple that manages our long-distance relationship beautifully with friendship and... sex.

I am a "petite Asian woman" - short (not a surprise) with long black hair, small waist, the weight of a big bag of potatoes, and, for an Asian, above average-sized boobs. I love fashion, good healthy food, and don't smoke or do drugs. I like a good glass of wine, but after one, I feel tipsy already. Since I met my boyfriend, we have tried to travel together as much as possible. Europe has a lot to offer, and I will never forget the many beautiful moments and memories we created on the road with a big camper (RV).

My boyfriend Christian is almost 15 years older than me and is still making a profit from the fact that he did a lot of sports in his life. He is 1.80 and I fell for his V-shape upper body, and even with a few kg too much on his tummy, nowadays he's still an attractive man in my eyes. When we see each other after being separated for a while, we always have a lot of sex, one of the advantages of long-distance relationships, I guess.

So let's start my first story:

After leaving the boot of Italy, which impressed me a lot with Lake Como, Milan, Venice, Triëste, and without explaining or warning me, while we were cruising with our camper, my boyfriend and I arrived at a beautiful naturist resort in Croatia several summers ago.

For me, it was my first time staying at a naked resort. It was not planned at all. My boyfriend drove to that place without telling me a word about it. At the gate, he could no longer hide his surprise: a lady asked at the window at the driver's seat, as a kind of formality, if we were aware this was a naked resort.

Christian answered, "Yes, sure, we know.".

So she opened the gate and let us drive in.

I felt my mouth falling open. "Can you explain what was going on?"

He really needed to give me comforting information, as I was not even aware that places like this existed. And to say at the least: I was not amused!

"So we have to be naked all the time? In public?" I asked with a terrified voice.

"Yeah. Only when the weather is cold, and when you are inside the camper, you can also wear clothes," he said with a grin.

Christian explained to me in a funny way about the "dress code," but I didn't see any reason to laugh about it.

I thought this was a very bad and awkward idea, and I will always remember when I said to Christian, after arriving the first evening, not to be disappointed if I wanted to leave the very next day if I did not feel right at this place.

He respected me because he knew I came from a very different culture, raised in a very conservative family, but he also felt very confident that I would like it.

"Give yourself one day and I promise you will not want to leave this place and you will regret we did not come earlier!"

He knows me better after a few years, as someone who is not afraid to try new things out or take a few risks, like going on a trip with a camper, where before I only visited hotels on holidays. Or having sex in the car, in a parking lot, or in the fitting room of a big store, to mention a few. After all, I am in a relationship with him, while still being married, which is also a "not done" and risky thing.

The first evening, I did not notice a lot of difference because it was getting dark just after we arrived. Christian already wanted to do a naked stroll with me to find out if we could find a better place to park the camper than the temporary spot we took now, like a better view or bigger space.

I was wearing an oversized t-shirt with the excuse that it was a bit chilly outside, and since it was long enough to cover my ass and front, I didn't wear anything under so I pretended I did comply with being naked, just not visible. It was funny to see Christian naked in the evening, while most other men we crossed were also covered with a t-shirt, just like me.

I really had to pay attention and needed a good look to see some dicks hanging under those shirts! But to be honest, I looked away trying to avoid awkwardness.

We realized the resort was huge and went back to the camper and chose to discover more of the place in the morning, while using our bikes we carried with us on the back of the camper.

The next morning was quite confronting! Everywhere I looked outside the windows, I saw naked people! The spot we were parked in was crowded and surrounded by a lot of other campers, and it was almost like you could shake hands from one window of a camper to the other!

While traveling with the camper, we got used to the fact that Christian used the public showers and toilets, while I always used the one in the camper. So Christian had already taken his morning "nude-walk" to the showers while I seemed not to get out of that camper for the obvious reasons.

One time, the year before, I did some topless tanning on a beach in Spain, but getting completely naked in front of others is a different story.

Still in the camper, I enjoyed a simple breakfast and coffee with the leftovers from the last trip when Christian asked to go with him to explore the resort on our bikes.

"So I have to be naked out there?" I asked him again.

"Sorry, you don't have a choice; this is not a clothing-optional resort where you can choose. Everybody is equal and that means naked during daytime."

"Oh, I hate you!" I heard myself saying.

Since the sun was already warming up the site, I had no excuse to wear a t-shirt.

I only had to take off my bottom bikini part because I was already half naked all the time in the camper. Christian prepared our bikes, and because we didn't know what to expect, sand, rocky, etc, we both were wearing our sneakers to take the ride. Christian also had his little hip-bag for the keys and with some money in it, just in case.

I grabbed my hat and sunglasses, and after we put on some sunblock, I took a deep breath, stepped out of the camper, realizing I was exposing myself completely nude for the first time!

I didn't know where to look first - so many naked people! The resort was really like a little village. I decided to focus on Christian's ass in front of me and followed him on the bike. It was a good decision to have a look around, not only to orient the stores, restaurants, and swimming pools, but also because we found a much more relaxed place to park our camper.

Not a lot of shade, but with a great view over the sea and, to my ultimate satisfaction, only a few neighbors. Next to the spot we liked, there was a German couple, parked with a car and a caravan. Christian had experience with camping, and knowing it was peak season, he wanted to be sure to get this beautiful spot. He asked the couple, in case others came while we were getting our camper, if they would inform them that the spot was taken.

It was my first casual conversation, being a naked woman with a naked man. There I was, in my sneakers but nothing else. I noticed the tall German guy scanned me with his eyes as he said it was not a problem. I just looked him in the face, didn't dare to look anywhere else. He took the keys to his car and moved to our spot so it could not be captured by others. I was happy to jump on my bike again. I felt safe on it and didn't need to talk to anyone, just follow Christian.

After we moved our camper, I could not let Christian do all the work by himself and teamed up with him to install the vehicle and organize our equipment, like our BBQ, chairs, and table, etc. I was used to helping him, and now, for the first time, I was naked while doing all that and felt the German, who had an open view of our corner, was observing me.

I had to let go of the worries and stop thinking too much. I was longing for a swim and got ready to go to the sea. We had to take a five-minute walk down a slow hill to the beach and had to pass other campers, caravans, and... people!

I had a big towel around my neck, hanging over my breasts and in front of my pussy, so only my bare ass was there to be seen by the others. We walked hand in hand, Christian obviously not disturbed by anybody or anything, and feeling no need to hide his little cock, wiggling between his legs and apparently enjoying the walk with me.

After lying down for a while, Christian found it was time to go for a swim, which gave me no other choice than to reveal everything.

He got up and reached for my hand to pull me up from my towel.

"Come on, baby, let's go into the water, and feel how nice it is to swim without bathing stuff," he said like a salesman, doing his best to promote the nude lifestyle.

"Okay, okay, I'm coming!" I said while getting dragged by Christian in a gentle but compelling manner.

He was right! It felt so nice to feel my boobs moving freely as I swam around in the crystal clear water. Even between my legs, and around my pussy and ass, the feeling of the softly caressing water over my skin made the experience so enjoyable in a way I did not expect.

When I came back out of the water, I had the feeling all the eyes of the world were looking at me! But I relaxed more and more and started to enjoy the light sea breeze and sunbeams over my naked body. I was surprised I got comfortable so quickly to be naked around other - fellow naked people. I admit I did (still do) watch people and the more I looked at others, the more confident I got.

"Is it rude to lie with my legs a bit open? Coz it's nice to feel the wind also there," I asked Christian with a hesitating voice.

"Not at all, just enjoy, nobody will feel offended," Christian reassured me.

After a while, I didn't think anymore about which pose was appropriate and which was not. It was time to go back. I went to the waterline to rinse some sand from my legs and feet while Christian was clearing our stuff. He put everything in the big beach bag. He refused to give me my towel back, so I would not have anything to cover me to walk back.

"It will help you to get used to being naked," Christian explained and took my hand.

I felt I had no choice, and with a beating heart, we walked back to the camper. Underway, we crossed other nude people and I felt I dared more to look at them and return the frequent "hi hello's" and friendly smiles.

After hesitating to come here, it turned out I loved it! For a woman living in a big city, I felt free to walk around without clothes. Riding naked on a bicycle was also a favorite feeling for me; the sun and wind on my butt and breasts felt so fine. Looking around at other nude people made me feel more and more secure because I saw I had no reason to be shy, and more and more, I was proud to show my body.

After the first day, I admitted that I felt very much relaxed without the clothes or bikinis; in fact, I hate clothes! I was so fond of being naked that I was so disappointed in some of those naked resort rules.

For example, when you go to a store in the resort - compare it with a little supermarket - there is a rule you have to wear clothes, and also in their restaurants, you need to get dressed. I did not agree but had no choice but to follow those rules.

We always arrived with our bikes naked. My boyfriend then put on a pair of shorts and gave me something as skimpy as possible. After having paid the cashier, I got out of my top, even before passing the exit door. My favorite thing I wore to go shopping was a short, see-through fishnet dress, light and hiding almost nothing.

I would never have thought I would be wearing that one as a one-piece, only because normally it's something I wear over a tank top or t-shirt while wearing a pair of short jeans. As long as I did not get disapproving looks from Christian, I felt confident to wear it.

Suddenly, I became aware that something excited me. I saw my own hard, dark nipples peeking through the holes in the net. They felt hard, and I guessed it was not because I had just visited the cold-store department.

While sunbathing naked at the beach, my boyfriend told me he knew I would like the concept of the naked resort, but never could have hoped I was so into it. He saw, in my personality, an almost revolutionary behavior that he did not expect.

"Like what?" I asked him.

"I don't know, but it's like you are showing off to anybody that wants to look at you," he said with a smiling face.

"You are just imagining things!" I said and waved away his comments.

But actually, I was trying to hide that it did excite me to be naked in public. Every time Christian was face down on the beach, I sat straight up and looked around to see how people, especially the young men, looked at me (or not). Some looked indifferent, and others didn't hide it at all.

They were looking at me, covering their thoughts with dark shades. When I got up to get my feet wet in the water for some refreshment, I could notice even more how their eyes followed me. It started to become a little game. I got up more, visiting the waterline, to see who gave me more than coincidental attention than as a reason to refresh myself.

After doing this for a few days, I already knew who was drooling at me. I was wondering what they were thinking about me? Would they fancy me? I couldn't tell Christian my naughty way of thinking, but I enjoyed it and was getting a little wet just thinking like that.

I liked that some guys gave me more than average attention, even with their wives or girlfriends next to them. I noticed that I behaved a bit as a tease towards the guys whose body language confirmed my suspicion. I looked at them straight in the eyes for longer than normal (as far as it's possible with shades, but when the heads are at the same height and not changing direction, it's so obvious). Or I walked by, proudly, just showing off my tits.

One day I went again to the local supermarket to buy some food. I told Christian I could manage to go alone since it was not a lot to carry back to the camper. I drove away naked on my bike, and when I arrived, I pulled something out of my bag to wear: another piece I normally only wear on top of something else, or at least with a bra or bikini top under it.

It was a 100% see-through sleeveless T-shirt and a very short miniskirt, of course, without knickers, which shows the beginning of my ass while walking. I was wearing my sandals on heels and now, for the first time, I was seriously aware I was really showing off! I bent over to show my completely bare ass or went down with my knees open squat so you could see my pussy, or I reached high to fetch something until I felt the hem uncovering my ass and eventually my pussy from the back.

I realized I changed from a shy person to someone who was tending to put her naked body on display in the best way possible, and only in a few days! Every time I did something like that, I felt the tingling in my pussy, and at the same time, my heart was beating faster. After I felt the excitement was gone, I couldn't wait for the next exposure.

I began to wonder whether this was normal. Acting innocent myself, while wanting men to know that I actually did it on purpose, gave me a clouded mind. Was I abnormal? Or was this a form of awareness of my sexuality? If the latter was the case, then the way I tried to express it was quite exciting and challenging!

One afternoon, we went to one of the restaurants with a big outdoor terrace. We'd had a late breakfast and skipped lunch, but now, around 5 pm, we got hungry and decided to go to one of the restaurants. When we arrived, there were not many people, only 3 or 4 tables occupied.

"Such a pity we have to wear clothes," I sighed.

I complained to Christian that I could not be naked. We did dress up a bit with light clothing, but it was still too warm. When Christian came back to our table after getting the menu, he told me that he had asked the waiter if it was possible to take off our clothes since there were not that many people.

"Are you sure?" I asked him.

He said yes, that it was okay, and took off his own shorts, but of course, the only thing you see from a man sitting naked at a table is his upper body. After hesitating for 10 seconds, I was happy to follow his lead and got naked so I could feel free again, and inevitably showed my proud breasts to everybody in the place who wanted to have a look at them.

When the waiter came to our table to take our order, he was clearly surprised I was naked. Then Christian admitted he told me a white lie about asking permission, because he did not; he just wanted to get himself excited by getting me naked in a place you normally can't.

After the waiter left, I was about to get back into my clothes, but Christian stopped me. He said that nobody seemed to mind, and the waiter did not complain. On the contrary! He continued his arguments:

"How would anybody mind having a view of such a sexy naked lady?"

My boyfriend's efforts paid off and I kept my clothes in my bag.

We stayed there for a while and ordered several things to drink and to eat, and I noticed every time the waiter had a chance to check me out, he stayed as long as possible around our table so he could enjoy the view. After him, the cook of the restaurant, and another waiter we hadn't seen before, came to our table asking if everything was alright, etc.

It was so obvious they came spying on me in the most inconspicuous way possible. After all, due to the dress code, the staff of those restaurants did not have much chance to see naked people, even though they were working in a naked resort. Or was it because of me? Several times, I made eye contact with the young guys who were, unfortunately, all dressed in their long black pants and white shirts. If I were to run a naked resort, they would have to be naked as well!

For me, it was also new to see that my boyfriend was not jealous at all when he noticed other men were looking at my naked self in a way, you know, they only look at women with sexually loaded, dirty minds. After a while, he admitted to me that it even made him horny seeing these guys making an effort to get a good look at me.

I was happy he told me about it, because several times I experienced men lurking around me, not only in that restaurant, but almost everywhere, at the beach, at the stores, along the trails, etc. I did not tell him at first because I thought he would get angry or envious. Now that I knew he kinda liked it, I thought I should show the guys, and eventually some of the guests at the restaurant, if they wished, that they could have a better look at me than only my tits.

I was thinking about getting up to go to the restroom that was located in the back of the inside of the restaurant, and pass the kitchen. I know for me it was a hot idea to get myself on display that way, but I was very nervous and had to grab all my courage to get up and start my walk. Since this was initially a dressed visit to a restaurant where I arrived with clothes and my heeled sandals, my footwear was now the only thing I was wearing. After all, my boyfriend got me out of my clothes, so I saw it as a kind of a challenge to "forget about the dress code". After all, I didn't think they would put me in jail!

Christian was surprised and looked at me with a big smile on his face. Meanwhile, more people had found their way to the restaurant, and I was really the only one walking around completely naked. Yes, I knew we were in a naked resort, but I can promise you that when all the other guests are dressed, it feels very uncomfortable. But apparently, my exhibitionist feelings, which I was not aware of before, took the upper hand.

I had no shades to hide behind, so I saw all those eyes staring at me. I had eye contact with only a few because they were all, women included, looking lower than my face.

It was like having sex! But without sex. I had sex more than once in my life where I was much less excited sexually than I was in that moment. I recognized several guys from the staff who passed me, and they just smiled big time at me! You can't believe how thrilled I was having all these eyes over my bare body.

When I got to the toilet, I had a quick pee and couldn't wait to put a finger in and feel my own wetness. It wasn't a surprise, after the last horny moments, that I was soaking wet. The urge to masturbate was strong and confined in that toilet. My fingers started to caress my inner pussy and clit between my spread legs. I was convinced I was alone and didn't care about my loud moaning in this enclosed space.

After a short but intensive exposure of several minutes to my fast finger works, I came with higher notes, like a siren, quivering on the toilet bowl. I caught my breath, cooled down a bit, and came out of the toilet to wash my hands.

There was another woman who just entered, standing next to me, adjusting some of her makeup. At first, she said nothing, and in the angle of the mirror, she was staring at me. I wondered if she had heard me. When I left before her, she suddenly remarked in a language I did not understand. So when I replied in friendly English that I didn't understand, she said, "Girl, you need to wear clothes in the restaurants!"

"Ooh, so sorry, didn't know that!" I lied to her.

I didn't wait for an eventual new reply from her and left the restroom.

On the long way back to my own table, I enjoyed my second proud solo parade.

My boyfriend applauded silently when I came back. He took my hand under the table and let me feel his dick! Impossible for him to get up now! Apparently, I liked the fact that he enjoyed it as much as I did. I feel supported in this, for me, still a strange and weird behavior. I started to play and experiment in my mind with that thought and confessed to Christian that I had already flirted discreetly with a few other men during the past days.

"Ooh? Really? With whom and when?" Christian asked me with a very high level of curiosity.

I gave him a few examples of moments during the last days, and he was surprised he didn't notice.

"I told you I was discreet, baby," I said with a wink.

It didn't seem to bother him, so from now on, when it happened when he was with me, I told Christian about it:

"Look, that guy; he has been watching me for several days now; when I look back at him long enough, he is getting half hard.

"By the way, the young man who works at the butcher store came from all the way in the back of the store to the exit, following me, just to watch me take off my top when I left the store!"

When Christian felt I was not joking, he asked me to tease that same guy again the next day while ordering fresh meat at his counter. Christian wanted to enjoy watching. I promised Christian to do my best! That night we had great sex in the camper, and after we finished, I was thinking about tomorrow and how I would approach it.

The next day, we went over there again. Before entering, I pulled on my famous fishnet with more holes than covering. The combination with my heeled sandals made it complete and sexy as hell. Christian gave me a thumbs up and followed me from a distance.

This store was a little one, compared to the big supermarket in the center of the resort. For us, this one was much closer and convenient when we didn't need a lot. Now we really didn't need much from the store, but just for the purpose of putting up a sexy show and tease, we went in.

I saw from afar that the young man was back on duty, and before I came to his counter, I pulled my fishnet in a way that both my nipples were peeking through some of the bigger holes. I squeezed them a bit between my fingers to get them harder and pointed than they already were.

I was satisfied with the dark and firm result, and when I looked down at myself, I clearly saw my black bikini waxed pubic hair triangle. Then I went over to him.

He saw me arriving and immediately gave me a great smile. I saw he noticed my nipples because he couldn't hide the look while being so close to me. I ordered some sausages to put on our BBQ.

"Would you like me to make them fresh for you? I can do it right now," he asked.

"Yes, please, and if possible, you can make them a bit bigger and with more girth, the way I like them best."

Same time, I was showing the size of the girth with my hand. He had his sausage machine in front of him, a bit more at the side of the counter, so I just moved with him to see how he makes them. The counter was not that high, even for me, so I was bending over it to give him a better view of my attention-seeking breasts.

I think he was offering fresh ones to me because I would stay longer to let him watch me. After all, I saw others just lying in the refrigerated counter. I saw him looking down on me, trying to see as much as he could behind the holes of the net, then my face, and a few seconds later, down again.

In the corner of my eye, I saw Christian observing us. Behind me, there was a rack with herbs to use for cooking, and while he was preparing the meat, I thought about showing something more than my nipples. I turned my back to him to check out the flavors, knowing he could see my bare ass very well. I decided to go all in and expose myself to him as much as possible.

I'd rehearsed this in the camper, where we have a full-size mirror inside one of the cabinets. Bent over with straight legs, feet a bit apart. I felt the hem of the net going up, towards my waist, just as planned, and giving an opening to view my pussy from behind. I guess the chance was very likely that he saw some wetness right under, or on my legs, because I felt something dripping!

It was the very first time I did something like this, exposing my prize to a stranger like that. My heart was racing! After what seemed an eternity, I slowly got up and turned around towards him, with a randomly picked little glass jar with herbs in my hands. I felt I was blushing.

He could only conclude that what I did was intentional and gave me an approving look while he handed me the paper-wrapped sausages. I wondered if it had an effect on his personal sausage, but his apron was hiding everything!

Christian witnessed the whole thing and told me after that he was lucky to be wearing shorts because he got turned on by my seduction of the young man and got hard when I bent over with my ass towards the guy.

There was a lady at the cashier to do the payment, but she didn't even look up and pretended not to see anything "offending". After paying, I got to my bike right in front of the store.

The young butcher followed me as expected and was staring at me through the large window, his hands on his hips, still smiling. I rolled my bike to Christian, who was waiting for me outside, already sitting nude sideways with his half-hard dick on his bike.

I showed the guy that I knew he was watching me. With a slow, graceful move like only a stripper does, I took off that one piece of clothing so he could enjoy watching me completely nude this time. Besides my boyfriend, I saw nobody else in front of the store, so I dared to move, in very slow motion, and rotated around my axis while I had my arms up in the air.

The feeling of showing off and putting my nude body on display this way to that guy, while my boyfriend was watching me, made me so horny and excited. I could see the guy appreciated it because I gave it all to have him admire all sides of my naked body!

I got up, turned around one last time, and waved goodbye to the guy who, in the meantime, had an older colleague next to him. They both waved back, and I got on my bike.

Behind my boyfriend, there was a small hill where I suddenly spotted a few other guys, hiding a bit between trees, who were also enjoying how I was flaunting and playing with my nude body.

I pointed by moving my chin up in their direction, to let my boyfriend know other men liked the show as well.

We drove back to the camper, and we did not need to say anything: we got on the bed and had some short but steaming sex before going to the beach!