introduction

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in Dec 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound flesh with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a lilliputian townsfolk in compass north weal and went to operate as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a dauntless conclusion to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM cartridge that someone had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really get laid what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life was so drab and oil production. Even the interview for the job was unlikely, but I was so desperate to commute 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 diary of my new life story, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my journal you will discover that my kinship with Jon is rather dissimilar to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to earn that I have a life history that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a lilliputian bit of hair that grows on my wooden leg, I have no torso hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert white meat that have small aureoles and giant nipples. When they're difficult Jon says they're like chapel service hat pegs. I have a nice firm, flat stomach with a pubic ivory that does stick out a bit. In my twat lips I have 2 minuscule gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lip. It's about an column inch long with a little polish read/write head. Jon sometimes calls it my fiddling prick. I don't own any bras, knickers, trousers, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirt 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 great thrill from letting other citizenry see my body.

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

Jon told me to quit writing my diary in the summertime 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 Internet looking for estimation for footling adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to give some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten written matter of some of the text in my journal, and one or two that are very similar to some of the risky venture that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At first I was a bit peeved about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our risky venture were in effect enough to imitate. I've started thinking that way as well.

The escapade I'm about to identify took topographic point quite recently ( January 2001 ) when Jon took me skiing in Austria for a week.

Ski Trip

The first base I knew about the trip was when Jon took me shopping to a summercater shop class. Normally when he's taking me somewhere he doesn't tell me until the day that we go, but occasionally he does. He told me this time because I needed something to keep me warm. When he did severalise me I had mixed feelings. On the one helping hand I'd never been skiing before and was a bit nervous. I've never really been the real sporty type. On the other hired hand I was excited, it was something new, and I was sure that we'd be able to have some ‘ fun ’. I was also a bit worried about the frigidness. As any of you who have read my diary will have a go at it, I don't vesture often vesture, and I had imagination of newsprint headlines to the effect of, ‘ Young miss found frozen to last buried in snow wearing nothing but a mini dress ’.

Jon soon put my mind to remain on the last bit when he started looking at skisuits and thermic underclothes for me. He picked 3 skisuits and told me to try them on. I'd gone out wearing knee length kick, a dress and a coating, and nothing else. I needed the coat because the weather condition was bad.

To try the skisuits on I had to get hold of everything off. The one and only changing booth ( hypothesis they didn't have much of a need for one ) was in the heart of the shop, with just a curtain across. Not the secure of mantle either.

I didn't take long to unclothe off and I was pulling the trousers persona of a red suit on when Jon opened the curtain to see how I was getting on. I looked up, and not only could I see Jon, I could see a brace of customers. They weren't looking my way - to start off with, but as they moved round one of the men saw me. I was just pulling the trouser character over my derriere and I'm not sure if he saw my kitty or not. He certainly saw my breasts and I saw that he saw me. I told Jon that a man was watching me and all he said was,"So what, you've never been shy before ”. He was right ; I'm not shy any more than. I just wanted to let Jon get laid that someone was watching me.

I pulled the skisuit properly on and zipped it up. It was a reasonable fit, but I felt strange wearing something that covered so often of my body ; and it was warm in there as well. Jon told me to go and have a look at myself in a mirror so I went out into the main part of the shop. The man who had watched me smiled as I went passed him to the mirror, so I smiled back.

I told Jon that I was happy with the skisuit, but he told me to try another one on. I went back into the changing cubicle and couldn't close the mantle because Jon was leaning against the wall trapping the curtain. I looked at Jon and he said,"seed on, we haven't got all day."So I took the courting off. The man who watched me put it on also watched me learn it off, so did the other man. When it was off I turned to ask Jon which suit I should try side by side. This gave my watchers a full head-on view of me. My puss started to tingle. As Jon answered I looked over at the men and smiled. One of them grinned.

Jon told me to try the blue skisuit on next so I turned and lifted it of the sweetener. As I did, I ‘ accidentally'dropped it so that I had to bend over to pick it up. When I was bent-grass over I looked back through my legs and saw that the men were still watching. My slit was getting wet.

After I picked the suit up I turned to Jon and put it on. My eye were mainly on Jon but I could see the men out of the turning point of my eye, they were still watching.

I went through the Lapplander routine to try the 3rd case on ( commons one ), and had an audience all of the time. The 3rd cause fitted even undecomposed than the first one and I kept it on yearner as both Jon and I decided that that was the one. When I took it off I noticed that my pussy had leaked juice onto the crotch.

One of my spectator looked a bit surprised when I put just my dress then my pelage on.

Next was the ski boots, Jon had no aim of buying any, but he wanted me to try some on for 2 reasons. Firstly he wanted to have a go at it what size I would need, and secondly he wanted one of the young sales helper to get a hard-on looking at my kitty-cat as he helped me.

Jon decided on the make and style of boot and asked the offspring assistant to measure my feet. I sat down with my stifle together and coat all-encompassing opened. My curtly apparel let most of my second joint show, and as soon as the Brigham Young man got down on his knees I knew that he'd seen my bald pubes. His fount went red. As the man fumbled with the measurer I let my knee part a few inches. All the metre the man kept looking up my skirt and by then he'd be capable to see the top of my puss. I kept the best bit until he brought the flush out and helped me put them on. I slouched down in the chairwoman and let my ramification move about as the boots went on. His face was telling me everything. poor man, he had hassle concentrating on the boots and he trapped his finger as he fastened one of the kicking. Then he had to go through it all again as he showed me how to secure the boots. It wasn't complicated ; it's just that I wanted him to continue looking at me.

My quaggy slit was really tingling. I was enjoying it as much as he was.

Amazingly, and unfortunately, the first set of iron heel fitted me well so Jon took the size and thanked the man for his help."No job,"he said,"happy to have got helped you."I bet he was.

Jon sorted out some thermals, wind sock, gloves and goggles and we went to the gross sales counter. We put them all on the rejoinder and a unlike assistant ran them through the till. When he got to the skisuit he checked it over before folding it to put it in a bag. When he looked at the genitals he saw that it was all wet. He looked inside and saw some of my whitish succus and tried to rub them off.

When he finally realised that he wasn't going to rub the material dry he said,"I'm very sorry, this has somehow got wet. I'll go and get another one."Jon told him not to trouble oneself ; we'd take that one. I was nearly blushing.

From there we went and bought me some jeans. We didn't annoyance trying them on. Jon just made certainly that the ace that we bought had a big lump of material where the 4 man of material met.

We left domicile the next weekend with me feeling uncomfortable wearing the denim and a jump shot under my coat. At least the jeans rubbed my pussy a bit as I walked. Jon told me to take a mates of dresses, but didn't know if I'd get the chance to wear them.

The carpenter's plane journey was uneventful and the coach trip was boring. It was dark and I hardly saw anything.

We arrived at the Sports Hotel in Sol late that Nox and went straight to bed.

Next forenoon Jon was up early and he opened the bedroom windowpane to let some fresh air in. It certainly was invigorated. Our bedchamber wasn't overlooked which meant that no one could watch me walking around the room naked, and being fucked by Jon. Can't win them all.

The scenery was wild, it was a brilliant light day and I could see the cable car going up the mountains. There was also at least 2 groundwork of snow on the roofs of the building. I'd never actually seen snow that deep before.

After breakfast Jon was eager to get to the shop where we hired boots and skis. Jon took me up to the top of the first cablegram car ride then found my ski schooltime group for me. He told me that he'd see me back in the hotel later that afternoon ; and he was off.

Jon had told me that he used to go skiing just about every year when he was untried, and he spent most of the calendar week going down the red and the mordant runs. I spent most of the week in ski school. It was fun, I did enjoy myself, but I got quite a few aches, striving and bruise.



Back at the hotel that evening we discovered the hotel swimming pond and sports / leisure heart and soul. The swimming kitty was just off the reception area and only has one small changing room. There are a duad of changing cubicles, but they are so little that everyone gets changed in the open area.

Fortunately Jon had told me to subscribe to my swimsuit with me, but the consortium urine was low temperature. Each night before dinner Jon told me to hold back in reception until I saw a man going for a swimming. I then had to wait a dyad of second to break him time to bug out getting changed, and then keep an eye on him in. I then had to score sure enough that he saw everything as I stripped and struggled ( deliberately ) to put my thin white Lycra swimsuit on. I then had to plunk in the pond and stool sure that he saw my big nipples trying to burst out of the swimsuit.

After that I had to get out and give ear around in the changing area ( naked ) in the hope that someone else would derive in. Only twice did I manage to give someone a show when I got out and dressed.

From there I had to go and join Jon in the leisure time centre. Jon told me that the house that was just after the changing rooms said that clothes were forbidden beyond that point in time ; and everyone was naked. There was a sweat room, a steam way, a Jacuzzi, an extremely inhuman plunge pool, a yoke of liberalization country and a massage room.

We went into the leisure center every night and for quite a bit of that clock time I was the only if female in there. I spent to the highest degree of the time in there feeling the middle of the men staring at me. It was nice. I don't suppose that me lying on the sun recliner with my understructure on the undercoat at either side did anything to discourage them either.

Neither of us went skiing on the Wed. It was a day of rest that we both needed. In the morn we wandered around the settlement and found a public swim pool. We went back to the hotel for our costumes and spent the afternoon there.

I was amazed by the routine of people there, you could hardly go in some component part. The changing field was fun, what Jon tells me is distinctive mainland Common Market with some lilliputian cubicles and one big overt area. Guess where I spent a lot of time pretending to get dressed and undressed. Jon left me to it well-nigh of the time, but after I got changed for the third time in 2 hours he came after me and fucked me in one of the cubicles.

At one side of the main pool ( which was quite warm ) there is an going where you can swim to a little pool outside. There you can sit with just your fountainhead above the very strong water with steam rising around you. There's a bigger pool that was frozen over and had thick blow on it. We watched 3 people get out and roll in the snow. Part of another little pool next to the tender bit had had the ice broken on it and we watched one mad man go for a agile swimming in it. Jon decided that I should have a go. I got out of the warm bit and was standing shivering on the edge of the icy bit trying to hook up enough bravery to jump in when Jon pushed me in. It was only about 10 ft yearn, but Jon made me swim to the other end and back before getting back into the warm bit

God was it cold. My teat were that cold they were aching something rotten ; and talk about swollen ; I've never seen them that big. They were still aching and rock hard the next dayspring. Even in the Jacuzzi in the hotel that night they were rock hard. Jon was ‘ amused ’.

On the Thursday night, Jon decided that we'd arrest in the hotel bar. The other nights we'd put lots of clothes on and gone for our Apres Ski at early local bars. honest fun, but zippo worth writing about.

Jon told me to wear one of the clothes I'd taken. It was the sole time I wore a dress that week, and I was the only when adult female there wearing one ( fiddling did they know what I wasn't wearing underneath ). All the others ( including the staff ) were wearing trousers. As we walked into the restaurant it went tacit and most of the people looked to see why.

The talking soon started again and we had a nice meal. I think I had a bit too very much local beer afterwards and I fell over walking out. I didn't see if anyone saw my seat and pussy when I was down, or getting up, but some people must have done. Jon helped me up and up to the room where he took his pleasure and went to sleep.

Friday, the final day, was a bit different. Jon asked me where we stopped for lunch and he met me there. I spent the afternoon going down a couple of bluing and one red run. Nearly at the bottom of the red run is this log cabin. Jon took me labialize the spine of it ( no one lived there in the wintertime ) and we sat on a wooden Bench taking in the bright sun and scenery. wild views.

After about 10 proceedings Jon told me to denudate. Stupidly, I said,"What ?"and he had to repeat himself. I just knew what was going to go on as soon as I was naked. It was both hot and insensate if you know what I mean. The sun was affectionate, but everything else was cold. My tit were hard as I bent over his knee and counted the 20 slap with his bridge player. After that he told me to sit in the Charles Percy Snow to cool my backside and twat. That was stale.

A couple of minutes later he told me to get up and lay on my dorsum on the bench. I then had to put my legs straight up in the air and open them astray. He looked at my pussy for a minute the opened his skisuit and fucked me. As he was thrusting in and out I could hear the former skiers swishing passed. I didn't cum, but Jon did.

My thermals were soaked in our succus by the time we got back to the hotel, and I was sword lily I didn't have to put them on again.

We went home the next morning.

That's about it except to say that Jon threw my jeans and thermals in the trumpery bin just as soon as we got home. The skisuit is now in the attic and I doubt that it will get used until ( and if ) Jon takes me skiing again.

I still have a few other experiences that Jon has told me to document, and there's bounds to be more as time goes on. I'm sure Jon will get me to publish them on my web pages as and when he's read them and is happy with them.

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