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Hi, my gens is genus Vanessa. I was born in Dec 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound name with blondish hairsbreadth. In 1998 I quit my bore existence in a little town in compass north Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midland of England. It was a brave decision to crap as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertizement in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really have it off what I was letting myself in for, but I really did necessitate to do something because my life was so dingy and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to change my liveliness that I did everything that was asked of me, and I was finally offered the job.

Shortly after starting the job my employer ( Jon ) told me to write a Journal of my new liveliness, and he has since created a web land site that it is published on.

If you care to read my Journal you will discover that my kinship with Jon is rather different to that of about employee and employer, but I have easily come to actualise that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or enjoyable. I love my life and all the footling risky venture that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of whisker that grows on my stage, I have no body hair's-breadth below my cervix. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with modest ( ish ), pert breasts that have small aureoles and heavyweight nipple. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat pin. I have a Nice house, matte breadbasket with a pubic bone that does nonplus out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 little amber mob that Jon put in me. My clitoris is very salient and is usually sticking out between my sass. It's about an in long with a little assault head. Jon sometimes calls it my little putz. I don't own any bras, bloomers, trousers, leging or boxershorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and wearing apparel can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the early way, and get a big rush from letting early citizenry see my body.

I hope that's enough to satisfy the multitude who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like to netmail me with particular questions.

Jon told me to stop writing my daybook in the summer of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more interesting experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the net looking for ideas for lilliputian adventures or incidents that we could construct to suffer some fun. We've found one or two tale that appear to be slightly rewritten transcript of some of the text in my Journal, and one or two that are very interchangeable to some of the adventure that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that person thought our adventure were good enough to simulate. I've started thinking that way as well.

The adventure I'm about to describe happened in the summertime of 2000. The briny part of the adventure took place on the capital of the United Kingdom resistance, but I also had a bit of fun in and around the hotel that we stayed at. I know that I've written about another adventure that we had on the London resistance in my Journal, but although this adventure is similar, it was on a different occasion. Jon enjoyed the first of all metre so much ( so did I ) that he took me back for a second go.

The Jack London resistance

Jon sprung yet another surprise on me when he came menage from workplace one Tuesday night and told me that he had a job meeting in London the future day. He'd decided to get hold of me to capital of the United Kingdom with him and leave me to resist for myself while he went to the coming together, but have a bit of fun with me before and afterwards. We quickly packed a bag and caught the 7 something string.

The journey down wasn't anything special and there were very few people on the gearing. Jon had booked us into the Regent Palace Hotel at Piccadilly Circus. It's not the best of hotels, but you can't get much more exchange without it costing you a fortune ( and Jon was paying, not his business ).

The elbow room that Jon booked doesn't have an en suite bath. I was a piddling discomfited until Jon told me that his choice was deliberate so that I could walk around the corridors wearing only a towel, and then let it fall off ‘ accidentally ’.

Jon had a bad headache when we got there so we went to bed square away.

Jon woke me up at 6 o'clock the next sunrise and told me to go for a pee. He gave me a towel to don that I hadn't seen before. When I wrapped it assault my torso it was only just long enough to cover my breasts and bum ; and it was only just long enough to wrap over and tuck in. Not only would it take very small for it to un-tuck and fall off, when I put one leg in figurehead of me the whole of my position up passed my waist was showing.

The building is kind of triangular with turn going off. You can walk round out the corridor and get back to your room without turning back on yourself. I hadn't needed to go to the loo the night before so I didn't know where I was going. I didn't get far before I had to spread a fire door and the inevitable happened. Unfortunately there wasn't anyone around to see my nakedness.

I eventually found a ladies loo and had a pee. Feeling a bit courageous I decided to walk back to our elbow room with the towel in my handwriting. Unfortunately I must have been too early and never saw anyone. Jon told me I was a ‘ serious girl'when I got back to our way, and told me to go again in an hour.

I looked out of the window and was disappointed that there wasn't much of a sight, and the building opposite looked a bit of a dumpsite. It turned out that it was the back of some swish shop class in trustee Street. They obviously didn't care what the back looked like.

About 20 minutes later Jon decided that he wanted a boozing of blow. There wasn't a mini bar in the room so I grabbed the towel and volunteered to go and get him one ( I'd seen a nose candy auto near the ski lift ).

The corridor was deserted again, and all was quiet when I put the money in the car. As I was bent over getting the can I heard a man say,"Very courteous dear, can you just stay like that for a while please ?"I was surprised, jumped up and turned round. This middle-aged man as stood there with a suitcase in his manus. I put my empty-bellied mitt on my chest and said,"Oh, sorry, you startled me. I didn't think anyone else was up yet."He said,"Sorry, I didn't mean value to make you jumping, it's just that I was admiring your beautiful nates end."

He looked a nice man so I pulled the towel off, said,"Well what do you consider of the front end then ?"and walked passed him back to our way. As I was walking away from him I heard him say,"Very skillful my love !"

Half an hour later Jon said it was time for a shower. He wrapped a towel round his waist and told me to put my towel on. As we walked down the corridor I could find out one or two mass moving around. Just as we started turning one of the box, Jon grabbed my towel and pulled. I gasped and bent down to nibble it up. As I did, I looked along the corridor and saw a maid delivering breakfasts. She was looking at us with a grin on her human face. Knowing that Jon wouldn't judgment, I stood up and grabbed his towel. It came off as I said,"Two can play at that game."The maiden's eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped as she saw Jon's bald dick. She just stared as Jon said,"rightfulness then, wait until I get cargo hold of you."Off I ran, giggling, with Jon chasing me. Neither of us bothered to put our towels back on until we were passed the housemaid and flesh out the turning point. Her face was a picture.

Round the recession, a man in a dressing robe just stared as Jon pulled me into the men's room.

There was no one else in there so I went to the loo while Jon shaved. We were both sharing a cascade when another man came in, saw us, stared for a second or two, said,"Sorry ”, and walked out. I don't know what he thought we were doing. It wasn't as if Jon was fucking me.

The walk back to the room was uneventful and we got dressed and went for breakfast. Jon put his suit on ready for his job meeting, and he told me to wear upon just shoes and one of my thin, cotton plant apparel. The one that has a scoop front, no sleeve and big armholes. I sometimes have trouble keeping the straps on my berm in that one.

After breakfast we went for a ride on the Underground. The weather is always warmer in capital of the United Kingdom than in bowler, but it was a bit refreshing out. My nipples were letting everyone know that it was fresh. When we went into the Underground it was quite breezy as well. A couple of times I could feel my wearing apparel blowing up.

We got the train to Embankment station then got on the Circle line. The firstly bit was only a couple of station and I sat opposite a Brigham Young man who I could see was looking at me over the top of his paper. Not wanting to disappoint him I slowly opened my legs so that he could see my pussy. poor people man went shining red, but he kept looking. When we got up to leave I looked to see if he had a hard-on, but the report was covering his lap.

Those of you who have read my Journal will get it on that I never cross my legs like most cleaning lady do, Jon won't let me.

As we got on the geartrain at Embankment Jon told me to stand near threshold and hold onto one of those leather strap that hang down. I'm not very tall and I have to dilute to get hold of. My dress hemline got even higher on the face where my arm was stretched up. Because my dress is baggy, and has very big scooped armholes, anyone looking at my face that has my arm up would be capable to see all of that breast, and a bit of the former one as well.

Nothing much happened to start off with, except that I was getting a bit excited anticipating what might befall. After about 3 or 4 stations the power train got busier. I'd watched one Cy Young man stare at me as he got on, and he stood snug to me watching my little left breast wobble a bit as the power train rattled along.

things got a bit more interesting at the next station, citizenry poured in, and I began to find like a sardine. A couple of other men were looking at me as well. I couldn't move and there was a man pressed up against my back, and another in front of me. He was facing me and twist back a bit so that his facial expression wasn't in mine. When I looked up at him he smiled and continued looking down my dress at my nipples ( the zephyr and the excitement was keeping them unvoiced ).

After a minute or so I felt a script on my right thigh, just gently at first, but when the owner was confident that I wasn't going to scream or something, the hand started moving up under my dress. It went all the way up to my waistline, and then had a fiddling feeling beat. I guess that he was trying to observe some knickers.

The hand then moved round to my bum and the consistency that had been pressing into my backrest, wasn't any more. My mighty ass cheek got squeezed before the mitt drifted down between my peg to my pussy. Just as it got there, the train stopped at a place and the hand disappeared. People got off, and people got on ; but the train wasn't any the less crowded. The man in strawman of me was still looking down my dress, the man behind me was still there, and another man was stood at my left looking through the armhole of my dress. With all that attention from men that I'd never seen before, and never spoken to, I was very excited - to say the least.

As the train started to move off, I felt the hand again. This time it went straight between my legs to my pussy. There was a moment's break when the owner found out how wet I was, or was it because the hand found the two little gold rings in my pussy lip. Whatever, the pause was only for a minute before the digit found my button then went inside me.

I moaned a bit then looked up at the man in presence of me. We made eye contact so I smiled. I think I blushed a bit as well. The fingers started to pump in and out of me and my hips started to run in response to the arousal. I closed my eyes to just enjoy the sensations and was biting my bottom lip when I opened my centre again to see the boldness of the man in front of me. He had a puzzled expression on his look and was sniffing the air. I sniffed and realised that he smelt my pussy juices. I felt a bit embarrassed and proud, both at the same time.

The fingers were just getting me close to cumming when the power train slowed and stopped at the succeeding place. The fingers stopped moving, but didn't go out of me. Instead I felt his hand grip part of my right boldness and hold me there.

Again the great unwashed got off and on, and it was still crowded, neither the man in front man of me, nor the one hind end had moved. As the string started to be active off I looked up and down the carriage. Although there was a crowd where I was, there was pot of place in the rest of the carriage. There were even some free tail not far away.

I saw Jon, sat down and looking at me with a big grinning on his face.

The fingers got working again and it wasn't long before my orgasm arrived. I tried to stifle my moaning, but I wasn't that good at it. The man in front of me knew what was happening and had a big grin on his look. As the waves hit me I leaned forward a bit and my tum felt what was probably the man's hard-on. I did want to reach in between us and compact it, but I thought I 'd better not.

The fingers in my pussy knew I'd cum but were still going in and out. They kept going even when the power train stopped in the adjacent station, and shortly after that I came for a second clock time. That sentence I did do to finish any noise escaping from my mouth, but it was difficult.

The fingers stopped and just stayed inside me for a moment or so, then pulled out. I felt them being wiped on my bum as the hand withdrew.

The train pulled into another station and I suddenly realised that both men had gone. I was alone, but a few people were looking at me. I did a quick check and my dress was still covering my pussy, ass and tits - just. So they were either looking at my legs ( some of them hoping my dress would go just that bit in high spirits ) ; or they had been watching what was going on. I didn't guardianship which.

I stood there on my own as the train went on to the future station. There some noisy youths got on and started fooling around where I was. A couple of them were looking at me. One moved close to me and lifted the presence of my dress."Nice cunt ”, he said as another of them took some pursuit in me. One of them said,"Let's have a look at your nipple then."When I didn't move he said,"O.K. then, I'll get them out for you."With that he put a hand inside the armholes of my frock and pulled it into the middle of my chest. Both my minuscule white meat were out. Another of them said,"Bloody hell, look at those nipples."( Well, they were rock gruelling from the pushover and the inflammation ).

Next, another of them lifted the hem of my frock up above my waistline and said,"Nice ass and pussy as well."

I was getting a bit scared by then, and looked over to Jon. He was just standing up. He walked over and looking directly into the eye of the tallest of the young person he said,"I think that's enough fun for this forenoon gentlemen. The lady's getting a bit frightened ; and none of us want any trouble, DO WE ?"

I think it was the surprise that individual had stood up to them that shut them up, they just stood there. The youth who was holding my garb up polish up my waist let go of it. It fell back into place.

No one at that end of the carriage said a word. All eye were looking at us. It seemed like time of day, but it must ingest only been a min before the gear stopped at the next station. When the doorway opened Jon grabbed my arm, and pulling me out saying,"I think it would be best if you came with me young lady."I felt the bunched up share of my dress front scratch line to displace back over my breasts. Just round a corner off the political platform, Jon stopped and asked me if I was all powerful. I told him that I was a bit fright, but yes, I was all right.

We got the following gearing and Jon sat me down next to him. A couple of stations later he told me that that was his station for his meeting. Giving me my purse out of his briefcase, he told me to stay sat down until the gear got back to Embankment ; then to go back to the hotel. He told me that he'd be back sometime belatedly afternoon.

The journey back wasn't anywhere near as much fun. I opened my legs to a untried woman who sat opposite me and just stared at my pussy when she realised she could see it.

Walking out of the resistance at Piccadilly Circus, the warm sunlight and the bustle of hoi polloi made me find good. I didn't want to go back to the hotel room, and anyway, I was hungry.

Quite close to the hotel entrance is a Burger King ; I decided to deliver a burger. I got it then looked for a table. There were none liberal downstairs, so I went upstairs. When I got there I saw that there are 2 point of mesa. The floor of the pep pill level at the movement of the eating place is about at the height of the board at the blue level. On the bound of the amphetamine point is a railing with not very encompassing steel measure. Tables are right up to the railing on both upper berth and humbled degree. The end outcome is that someone sat at a table on the downhearted floor has their top dog at knee grade of mortal sat at a table on the upper point.

It took me only seconds to gain that it was a favorable opportunity for me to flash my pussy at people on the low level.

There wasn't a table at the bound of the upper level free when I first got there, so I went to a gratis table near where I thought someone would be finishing soon. A few proceedings later the couplet did end up and I moved in. I looked down and saw that there was a young couple on the board below me. Unfortunately I was facing the woman, so I moved. I think that the man had seen me before I moved, and I saw him looking at me as I started to sit down. He was looking right at my peg so I sat down in a very un-lady like manor. My knees were wide apart as my bum hit the buttocks. Pretending to open my bag of chips, I glanced down and saw that he was having a good face. His mind was about a foot from my knee and it was easily for him to look over and see all the way up to my pussy.

I sat there slowly feeding and not turning my head his way. He must have had the impression that I didn't realise what he was looking at. That was just what I wanted.

As I ate, I listened to their conversation. The man wasn't taking very much poster of what the woman was saying, and he was saying pudden-head things when he thought he should be saying something. The woman was starting to get annoyed with him. Finally, she realised where his concentration was and grabbed his arm and dragged him out. He looked back at me as he started to go down the step. I smiled at him.

It took me about an hour to end up that Warren Burger, french fries and coke. I was surprised that I didn't get thrown out. In that time I flashed one teenage girl, one middle-aged man and Brigham Young female person extremity of stave who came to clean up the table below me. When she realised what she was looking at she started to say something, but stopped herself, stared for a minute of arc, and then went away. I was half expecting for the director to arrive and make me out, but no one came.

Eventually I got bored and decided to go for a walk. I went up Regent Street and onto Oxford Street. I went into a few shop, but only had some fun in one of them. An Ann summer workshop. For those of you who have never heard of Ann summer, she runs a chain of shops and dwelling parties. All selling items to make peoples sex life Thomas More interesting.

The ground flooring section of the shop wasn't very interesting, but downstairs they have caboodle of dildos, leather corsets, party whip and sexy clothes. After feeling the texture of some of the dildos, I saw a French Maid's turnout. I thought it was quite precious. I lifted it off the hook and was having a look at how it was made when the male person shop assistant told me that I could try it on if I liked. At first I said,"No, its'all right,"but as soon as I'd said it I changed my mind and said,"Can I please, where's the changing room ?"

The changing elbow room is a cubicle at the back of the store. It has a big curtain for a door. Inside, my clothes was off in secondment and I stood there defenseless. I was just working out how to get into the little wearing apparel when the curtain opened and the man said,"Need any assistance ?"I was a bit startled, and after a few seconds of looking at each former, I said,"No thank you,"and pulled the curtain closed.

Once I finally got the outfit on I looked at myself in the slight mirror. It didn't fit me well. It was obviously made for a woman with big knocker. Mine were lost in there and the material just hung off my chest. The skirt component was beneficial ; I liked the layers of lace that made the Black skirt go out at quite an slant. I knew that Jon would care the skirt ; it only just covered my bum and pussy.

I was just deciding to take it off when I heard the man's voice say,"There's a big mirror out here. You can get a honest look at yourself."I was about to say ‘ no thank you'when I suddenly thought ‘ why not.'

In the main domain of the shop there was the male assistant, a couple of giggling. Older teenage fille and a duo in their former twenty dollar bill. As I walked out the shop assistant pointed to the mirror that was at the other side of the shop class. I'd have to cash in one's chips all the people to get there. The couple saw me for the first time and watched me go by. Then the young woman. They stopped giggling and stared as I stood in front of the mirror and smoothed the material down. As I turned from English to side, to see myself from all angles, I could see the couple and girls in the mirror. They were still looking at me.

I decided to bend over a bit to look at the skirt at the front. This meant that it rode up my tail giving them a good eyeshot of my ass. future I turned to face them then looked back over my shoulder, into the mirror to see that back of the dress. That showed them my kitty and proved that I wasn't wearing a thong.

The shop class assistant came over and asked what I thought. Grabbing the strawman of the top part, I pulled it out and down off my tits."It's not very good,"I said,"it's been made for individual who's got a lot more up top that I have."“ Ah, yes, I can see that. How about a Nurses outfit ?"

I declined the offer and went and got changed. When I got out, I gave the assistant the housemaid's rig and left field. As I walked up the stairs to the ground floor I was followed by the 2 girls. I heard one of them say,"Look, she wasn't wearing any knickers because she hasn't got any."Then they giggled again.

I wandered around a bit more and got whistled at by a twosome of workmen in a hole in the road. It was my mistake for standing so close to the border of the hole.

When I finally made it back to the hotel, Jon was already in the room. My backside got 20 smack for not being there when he got back.

Jon took me to the theatre and a meal that dark. I didn't think that much of the play, but the food was good. Before we went out, Jon told me to transport my towel to the shower bath room. It was a emaciated naked walk as no one saw me.

The nude walk that I took later that Night wasn't wasted. The measure of wine-colored that I had with the repast made me a bit braver and when Jon told me to go and get him a coke from the political machine near the lifts, I didn't even think of putting any clothes on when I got out of bed after Jon had fucked me. I just grabbed my purse and went out into the corridor. As soon as I turned the first nook I saw this elderly couple walk towards me. The expression on their faces was big, a bit of jounce and amazement. The lady's oral cavity finally closed when I got right up to them. I thought she was going to say something so I got my spoke in first."Doing it for a dare."I said."Oh, right then."The old man said.

I made it to the snow political machine without anyone else seeing me, but as I was putting the money in, the airlift room access opened. Out came 2 middle-aged men who just stopped and stared. They were still there as I walked back towards our room.

I decided to explore a bit and went a different way. The fervor of being naked in an almost public situation where I could get caught at any moment was getting my twat tingling again.

I came to a set of stairs and decided to go down a floor. That would increase the risk.

The flooring below was deserted when I stepped out of the stairwell. I was about one-half way to the elevation when a hale group of teenagers came out of the door to the aerodynamic lift. There must receive been over a dozen of them, all about 15 or 16 and both boys and girls. ‘ Sod it'I thought, and kept walking. When they saw me they started talking and laughing. They were not speaking English people. Some of them stopped and stared as I walked right through the center of them. I noticed that one of the young lady had a appal expression on her face, and was holding a deal over her sass as she stared at me. I felt good.

At the rhytidectomy, I decided to go up the storey in the elevation rather than use the stair. The excitement of not knowing who might be in the lift when the doors opened was getting my pussy excited.

It seemed to demand old age for the raising to follow, and when the doorway opened there was a couple about my age in there. He stared and kept staring with a white grimace, but her surprise turned to a big grinning."Dare or a bet ?"she said."Dare."I said as I walked in. I stood facing them as the airlift went up the floor. As I walked out she said,"Bye, hope it was worth it."“ Oh it was !"I said as I walked back to our room.

Next morning Jon wanted to catch up with an too soon string so it was a quick dash to the toilet and shower. I did it with my towel over my arm, and the merely someone I saw was a missy member of stave delivering some breakfasts. She just stared at me.

Going out of the underground at St. Pancras, Jon told me to get on the escalator before him. He then held up the queue for a minute before stepping out of the way. When I turned round of golf to see where Jon was, there was a gap of about 8 discharge stairs, then a man staring straight up my clothes. When I was facing upwards he must have see my ass, and when I turned to seem for Jon he must have seen my pussy. I saw him lick his lips. At the top he said,"Hi, on your own ?"By that time Jon was there, he grabbed my arm and we went for the train.

Well, that's how our little trip to London went. I have other adventures that Jon's told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to release all of them on my web pages as and when he's read them and is happy with them.

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Vanessa