Introduction

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound number with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my tire being in a little township in compass north weal and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East midland of England. It was a braw decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM powder store that someone had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did call for to do something because my animation was so drab and drilling. Even the interview for the job was unlikely, but I was so desperate to change my life story 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 daybook of my new living, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my Journal you will find out that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a liveliness that just could not be more satisfying or enjoyable. I love my life and all the short risky venture that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my leg, I have no body fuzz below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert breasts that have low aura and giant nipples. When they're unvoiced Jon says they're like chapel service hat pegs. I have a nice firm, flat venter with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 little gold tintinnabulation that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a niggling unit of ammunition head. Jon sometimes calls it my slight dick. I don't own any bandeau, drawers, trousers, legging or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a heavy frisson from letting other masses see my body.

I hope that's enough to fulfil the hoi polloi who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like to email me with particular questions.

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

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for ideas for fiddling adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the textual matter in my journal, and one or two that are very standardized to some of the adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At get-go I was a bit riled about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our risky venture were respectable enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

The adventure I'm about to describe happened in the summer of 2000. The main part of the escapade took piazza on the capital of the United Kingdom underground, 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 escapade that we had on the John Griffith Chaney subway system in my Journal, but although this adventure is similar, it was on a different occasion. Jon enjoyed the low time so much ( so did I ) that he took me back for a second go.

The John Griffith Chaney Underground

Jon sprung yet another surprisal on me when he came home from oeuvre one Tuesday dark and told me that he had a business organisation meeting in British capital the future day. He'd decided to take me to London with him and leave me to fend for myself while he went to the meeting, but have a bit of fun with me before and afterwards. We quickly packed a bag and caught the 7 something gearing.

The journey down wasn't anything special and there were very few citizenry on the train. Jon had booked us into the Regent Palace Hotel at Piccadilly circus. It's not the considerably of hotels, but you can't get much more central without it costing you a destiny ( and Jon was paying, not his business organisation ).

The room that Jon booked doesn't have an en suite bathroom. I was a little disappointed 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 flow off ‘ accidentally ’.

Jon had a bad cephalalgia when we got there so we went to bed unbent away.

Jon woke me up at 6 o'clock the succeeding dawn and told me to go for a pee. He gave me a towel to wear that I hadn't seen before. When I wrapped it round my body it was only just long enough to hatch my white meat and bum ; and it was only just long enough to wrap over and tuck in. Not only would it take very slight for it to un-tuck and fall off, when I put one leg in front of me the unit of my side up passed my waist was showing.

The building is sort of triangular with bits going off. You can walk round 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 flack 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 intrepid I decided to walk back to our elbow room with the towel in my hand. Unfortunately I must have been too early and never saw anyone. Jon told me I was a ‘ good girl'when I got back to our room, 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 view, and the building opposite looked a bit of a dump. It turned out that it was the rear of some posh workshop in Regent Street. They obviously didn't attention what the vertebral column looked like.

About 20 minutes later Jon decided that he wanted a drink of Coke. There wasn't a mini bar in the way so I grabbed the towel and volunteered to go and get him one ( I'd seen a coke machine near the heave ).

The corridor was deserted again, and all was lull when I put the money in the machine. As I was bent grass over getting the can I heard a man say,"Very nice beloved, can you just stay like that for a while please ?"I was surprised, jumped up and turned one shot. This middle-aged man as stood there with a suitcase in his hand. I put my vacuous 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 to seduce you jumping, it's just that I was admiring your beautiful rear end."

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

one-half an hour later Jon said it was time for a rain shower. He wrapped a towel rung his shank and told me to put my towel on. As we walked down the corridor I could hear one or two people moving around. Just as we started turning one of the quoin, Jon grabbed my towel and pulled. I gasped and bent down to pick it up. As I did, I looked along the corridor and saw a amah delivering breakfasts. She was looking at us with a grin on her aspect. Knowing that Jon wouldn't nous, I stood up and grabbed his towel. It came off as I said,"Two can play at that game."The maid's eyes opened broad and her jaw dropped as she saw Jon's bald-headed prick. She just stared as Jon said,"right then, wait until I get 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 maid and round the quoin. Her face was a picture.

Round the recession, a man in a dressing gown 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 shower when another man came in, saw us, stared for a indorsement 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 business group meeting, and he told me to wear just place and one of my thin, cotton dresses. The one that has a soap front, no sleeve and big armholes. I sometimes have trouble keeping the shoulder strap on my shoulders in that one.

After breakfast we went for a drive on the Underground. The weather condition is always warmer in British capital than in Derby, but it was a bit tonic out. My mammilla were letting everyone know that it was fresh. When we went into the Underground it was quite blowy as well. A duet of metre I could feel my dress blowing up.

We got the train to Embankment place then got on the set line. The commencement bit was only a brace of stations and I sat opposite a youthful man who I could see was looking at me over the top of his paper. Not wanting to disappoint him I slowly opened my pegleg so that he could see my kitty. Poor man went bright red, but he kept looking. When we got up to pull up stakes I looked to see if he had a erection, but the paper was covering his lap.

Those of you who have read my Journal will know that I never cross my leg like most women do, Jon won't let me.

As we got on the train at Embankment Jon told me to digest near door and oblige onto one of those leather straps that hang down. I'm not very grandiloquent and I have to stretch to reach. My wearing apparel hemline got even higher on the slope where my arm was stretched up. Because my clothes is sloppy, and has very big scooped armholes, anyone looking at my side that has my arm up would be able to see all of that breast, and a bit of the early one as well.

zippo much happened to start off with, except that I was getting a bit excited anticipating what might fall out. After about 3 or 4 post the gearing got busier. I'd watched one young man stare at me as he got on, and he stood close to me watching my little left breast wobble a bit as the train rattled along.

affair got a bit more occupy at the next station, people poured in, and I began to find like a sardine. A dyad of other men were looking at me as well. I couldn't relocation and there was a man pressed up against my backrest, and another in front of me. He was facing me and deform 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 attire at my mamilla ( the gentle wind and the excitement was keeping them laborious ).

After a minute or so I felt a helping hand on my right second joint, just gently at beginning, but when the proprietor was sure-footed 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 waist, and then had a little feel round. I guess that he was trying to find some knickers.

The hand then moved round to my bum and the body that had been pressing into my back, wasn't any more. My right on ass cheek got squeezed before the handwriting drifted down between my legs to my pussy. Just as it got there, the power train stopped at a place and the hand disappeared. the great unwashed got off, and people got on ; but the power train wasn't any the less crowded. The man in front 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 tending from men that I'd never seen before, and never spoken to, I was very shake up - 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 pause when the owner found out how wet I was, or was it because the hand found the two little gold mob in my snatch back talk. Whatever, the break was only for a minute before the finger found my clit then went inside me.

I moaned a bit then looked up at the man in front of me. We made eye striking so I smiled. I think I blushed a bit as well. The fingers started to pump in and out of me and my pelvic girdle started to proceed in response to the stimulation. I closed my eyes to just delight the sensations and was biting my ass lip when I opened my eyes again to see the aspect of the man in front man of me. He had a puzzled face on his typeface 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 geartrain slowed and stopped at the next station. The finger's breadth stopped moving, but didn't go out of me. Instead I felt his hand grip character of my right impudence and reserve me there.

Again people got off and on, and it was still crowded, neither the man in front of me, nor the one behind had moved. As the wagon train started to go off I looked up and down the carriage. Although there was a crowd where I was, there was plenty of space in the rest of the posture. There were even some destitute seats not far away.

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

The finger's breadth got working again and it wasn't long before my orgasm arrived. I tried to stifle my moaning, but I wasn't that well at it. The man in front end of me knew what was happening and had a big grin on his face. As the undulation hit me I leaned forward a bit and my stomach felt what was probably the man's hard-on. I did need to extend to in between us and squeeze it, but I thought I 'd better not.

The finger's breadth in my snatch knew I'd cum but were still going in and out. They kept going even when the wagon train stopped in the side by side station, and shortly after that I came for a second fourth dimension. That time I did manage to turn back any randomness escaping from my mouth, but it was difficult.

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

The gear pulled into another post and I suddenly realised that both men had gone. I was alone, but a few people were looking at me. I did a quick arrest and my dress was still covering my pussy, ass and tits - just. So they were either looking at my branch ( some of them hoping my garb would go just that bit higher ) ; or they had been watching what was going on. I didn't fear which.

I stood there on my own as the train went on to the succeeding station. There some noisy young person 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 front of my dress."Nice puss ”, he said as another of them took some interest in me. One of them said,"Let's have a look at your pap then."When I didn't move he said,"OK then, I'll get them out for you."With that he put a deal inside the armholes of my attire and pulled it into the centre of my chest. Both my niggling knocker were out. Another of them said,"Bloody hell, flavor at those nipples."( Well, they were rock hard from the gentle wind and the hullabaloo ).

Next, another of them lifted the hem of my apparel up above my waist and said,"Nice ass and kitty 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 oculus of the tallest of the youths he said,"I think that's plenty fun for this aurora gentleman's gentleman. The lady's getting a bit scared ; and none of us want any trouble, DO WE ?"

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

No one at that end of the carriage said a word. All eyes were looking at us. It seemed ilk minute, but it must ingest only been a arcminute before the train stopped at the future station. When the doors opened Jon grabbed my arm, and pulling me out saying,"I think it would be best if you came with me immature lady."I felt the bunched up part of my dress front start to move back over my breasts. Just round a corner off the platform, Jon stopped and asked me if I was all justly. I told him that I was a bit scared, but yes, I was all right.

We got the next train and Jon sat me down next to him. A couple of Stations of the Cross later he told me that that was his station for his merging. Giving me my purse out of his briefcase, he told me to stay sat down until the train got back to Embankment ; then to go back to the hotel. He told me that he'd be back sometime late afternoon.

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

Walking out of the Underground at Piccadilly Circus, the warm temperateness and the bustle of citizenry 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 have a burger. I got it then looked for a table. There were none free downstairs, so I went upstairs. When I got there I saw that there are 2 levels of tables. The floor of the upper stage at the forepart of the restaurant is about at the superlative of the board at the down grade. On the edge of the upper berth level is a railing with not very wide steel bars. tabular array are right up to the railing on both upper and downcast storey. The end result is that somebody sat at a mesa on the lour level has their header at human knee layer of someone sat at a table on the speed horizontal surface.

It took me only seconds to recognise that it was a aureate opportunity for me to wink my slit at people on the lower level.

There wasn't a table at the edge of the upper stratum give up when I first got there, so I went to a relieve table near where I thought someone would be finishing soon. A few minutes later the couple did eat up and I moved in. I looked down and saw that there was a young span on the table below me. Unfortunately I was facing the cleaning 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 branch so I sat down in a very un-lady like manor house. My stifle were wide apart as my bum hit the butt. Pretending to open my bag of chips, I glanced down and saw that he was having a undecomposed look. His head teacher was about a pes from my genu and it was easy for him to await over and see all the way up to my pussy.

I sat there slowly eating and not turning my mind his way. He must suffer had the picture 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 lots observance of what the cleaning lady was saying, and he was saying stupid things when he thought he should be saying something. The womanhood 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 stairs. I smiled at him.

It took me about an hour to finish that Burger, chips 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 young distaff member 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 moment, and then went away. I was one-half expecting for the coach to arrive and cast off 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 workshop, but only had some fun in one of them. An Ann summertime shop. For those of you who have never heard of Ann summer, she runs a drawstring of shop and home parties. All selling token to form peoples sex animation more interesting.

The ground storey office of the store wasn't very occupy, but downstairs they have lots of dildos, leather corset, whips and sexy apparel. After feeling the texture of some of the dildos, I saw a French maid's kit. I thought it was quite cute. I lifted it off the bait and was having a look at how it was made when the male shop assistant told me that I could try it on if I liked. At beginning 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 elbow room ?"

The changing room is a cubicle at the vertebral column of the store. It has a big curtain for a door. Inside, my dress was off in seconds and I stood there naked. I was just working out how to get into the picayune garb when the curtain opened and the man said,"Need any help ?"I was a bit galvanise, and after a few seconds of looking at each other, I said,"No thank you,"and pulled the curtain closed.

Once I finally got the turnout on I looked at myself in the little mirror. It didn't fit me well. It was obviously made for a fair sex with big breasts. Mine were lost in there and the material just hung off my dresser. The skirt part was good ; I liked the layers of lace that made the blackness skirt go out at quite an slant. I knew that Jon would wish the chick ; it only just covered my bum and pussy.

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

In the main area of the workshop there was the male supporter, a couple of giggling. old teenage young woman and a match in their early twenties. As I walked out the shop helper pointed to the mirror that was at the other face of the shop. I'd have to pass all the multitude to get there. The couple saw me first and watched me go by. Then the girls. They stopped giggling and stared as I stood in nominal head of the mirror and smoothed the material down. As I turned from side to side, to see myself from all angles, I could see the match and girl in the mirror. They were still looking at me.

I decided to deform over a bit to search at the dame at the front. This meant that it rode up my backside giving them a good persuasion of my ass. succeeding I turned to present them then looked back over my shoulder, into the mirror to see that back of the dress. That showed them my pussy and proved that I wasn't wearing a thong.

The shop assistant came over and asked what I thought. Grabbing the straw man of the top part, I pulled it out and down off my tit."It's not very good,"I said,"it's been made for someone who's got a lot Sir Thomas More up top that I have."“ Ah, yes, I can see that. How about a nursemaid outfit ?"

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

I wandered around a bit more and got whistled at by a couple of working man in a hole in the road. It was my break for standing so close to the edge 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 night. I didn't think that much of the looseness, but the food was good. Before we went out, Jon told me to carry my towel to the shower room. It was a wasted au naturel walk as no one saw me.

The naked walk that I took later that night wasn't wasted. The quantity of wine-coloured that I had with the meal made me a bit braver and when Jon told me to go and get him a coke from the automobile near the facelift, 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 corner I saw this elderly couple walk towards me. The expression on their faces was great, a bit of shock absorber and amazement. The Lady's sass finally closed when I got right up to them. I thought she was going to say something so I got my rundle in first."Doing it for a dare."I said."Oh, aright then."The old man said.

I made it to the coke car without anyone else seeing me, but as I was putting the money in, the heave door 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 search a bit and went a different way. The excitement of being naked in an almost populace lieu where I could get caught at any mo was getting my snatch tingling again.

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

The floor below was deserted when I stepped out of the stairwell. I was about one-half way to the aerodynamic lift when a unharmed group of teenagers came out of the threshold to the lifts. There must own been over a dozen of them, all about 15 or 16 and both boys and little girl. ‘ Sod it'I thought, and kept walking. When they saw me they started talking and laughing. They were not speaking English. Some of them stopped and stared as I walked right through the middle of them. I noticed that one of the girls had a blow out of the water expression on her boldness, and was holding a hand over her mouth as she stared at me. I felt good.

At the lifts, I decided to go up the trading floor in the lift rather than use the steps. The excitement of not knowing who might be in the ski lift when the door opened was getting my purulent excited.

It seemed to subscribe long time for the lift to come, and when the doors opened there was a couple about my age in there. He stared and kept staring with a clean facial expression, but her surprise turned to a big smiling."Dare or a bet ?"she said."Dare."I said as I walked in. I stood facing them as the elevator went up the floor. As I walked out she said,"Bye, hope it was deserving it."“ Oh it was !"I said as I walked back to our room.

Next morning Jon wanted to catch an early train so it was a agile hyphen to the toilet and exhibitor. I did it with my towel over my arm, and the only when somebody I saw was a girl member of staff delivering some breakfasts. She just stared at me.

Going out of the Underground at St. Pancras, Jon told me to get on the moving staircase before him. He then held up the queue for a minute before stepping out of the way. When I turned round to see where Jon was, there was a gap of about 8 abandon stairs, then a man staring straight up my dress. When I was facing upwards he must have see my ass, and when I turned to wait for Jon he must have seen my cunt. I saw him lap up 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.

fountainhead, that's how our piddling stumble to London went. I have other adventures that Jon's told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to print all of them on my web pages as and when he's read them and is glad with them.

Love

Vanessa