Introduction

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring creation in a minuscule township in North welt and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the east Midland of England. It was a unfearing decision to cause as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertising in a BDSM powder magazine that someone had left in the hairstylist where I worked. I didn't really eff what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life was so gloomy and boring. Even the audience for the job was improbable, but I was so desperate to switch my life 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 pen a journal of my new sprightliness, 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 almost employee and employer, but I have easily come to make that I have a life that just could not be more square or pleasurable. I love my life and all the piffling adventure that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of haircloth that grows on my legs, I have no dead body hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with minor ( ish ), pert breasts that have pocket-sized aureole and giant nipples. When they're grueling Jon says they're like chapel hat nog. I have a skillful firm, monotonous abdomen with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 footling amber rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very striking and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an in long with a piddling labialise top dog. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bra, knee breeches, pant, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and garb 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 big shiver from letting other mass see my body.

I hope that's enough to satisfy the the great unwashed who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like to e-mail me with specific questions.

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

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for melodic theme for little adventures or incidents that we could fabricate to have some fun. We've found one or two fib that appear to be slightly rewritten copy of some of the text in my journal, and one or two that are very similar to some of the adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my daybook. At first I was a bit get at about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that mortal thought our adventures were dependable enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

The dangerous undertaking I'm about to describe happened in the summer of 2000. The main part of the adventure took lieu on the London metro, 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 Greater London tube in my diary, but although this risky venture is standardized, it was on a unlike function. Jon enjoyed the inaugural prison term so practically ( so did I ) that he took me back for a arcsecond go.

The Jack London tube

Jon sprung yet another surprise on me when he came home from piece of work one Tuesday nighttime and told me that he had a business concern meeting in British capital the next day. He'd decided to take me to British capital with him and pull up stakes me to fend for myself while he went to the get together, but have a bit of fun with me before and afterwards. We quickly packed a bag and caught the 7 something train.

The journey down wasn't anything special and there were very few people on the geartrain. 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 central without it costing you a fortune ( and Jon was paying, not his business organization ).

The room that Jon booked doesn't have an en suite can. I was a fiddling frustrated until Jon told me that his option 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 straightaway away.

Jon woke me up at 6 o'clock the next dawn and told me to go for a pee. He gave me a towel to outwear that I hadn't seen before. When I wrapped it round my physical structure it was only just long enough to cover my bosom and bum ; and it was only just long enough to wrap over and tuck in. Not only would it take very little for it to un-tuck and fall off, when I put one leg in nominal head of me the whole of my side up passed my waistline was showing.

The building is sort of triangular with spot going off. You can walk round the corridor and get back to your elbow room without turning back on yourself. I hadn't needed to go to the loo the dark before so I didn't know where I was going. I didn't get far before I had to give a fire threshold 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 fearless I decided to take the air back to our elbow room with the towel in my handwriting. Unfortunately I must have been too former and never saw anyone. Jon told me I was a ‘ good girl'when I got back to our elbow 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 edifice opponent looked a bit of a rubbish dump. It turned out that it was the cover of some posh workshop in Regent Street. They obviously didn't care what the back looked like.

About 20 minutes later Jon decided that he wanted a beverage of coke. 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 coke machine near the face lift ).

The corridor was deserted again, and all was quiet when I put the money in the simple machine. As I was bent over getting the can I heard a man say,"Very nice 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 handwriting. I put my vacuous paw 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 make you jump, it's just that I was admiring your beautiful rise up end."

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

one-half an hr later Jon said it was time for a shower. He wrapped a towel round his waistline and told me to put my towel on. As we walked down the corridor I could find out one or two people moving around. Just as we started turning one of the niche, 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 maid delivering breakfasts. She was looking at us with a grinning on her face. Knowing that Jon wouldn't mind, I stood up and grabbed his towel. It came off as I said,"Two can dally at that game."The maiden's eyes opened wide of the mark and her jaw dropped as she saw Jon's bald dick. She just stared as Jon said,"Right then, wait until I get clench 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 recession. Her side was a picture.

rhythm the corner, 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 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 pass back to the elbow room was uneventful and we got dressed and went for breakfast. Jon put his suit on ready for his business encounter, and he told me to wear just shoes and one of my thin, cotton wool wearing apparel. The one that has a scoop figurehead, no sleeves and big armholes. I sometimes have hassle keeping the strap on my shoulders in that one.

After breakfast we went for a ride on the resistance. The conditions is always warmer in London than in derby, but it was a bit new out. My nipples were letting everyone know that it was refreshing. When we went into the Underground it was quite breezy as well. A twain of times I could experience my apparel blowing up.

We got the caravan to Embankment station then got on the Circle line. The showtime bit was only a duo of stations and I sat opposite a young man who I could see was looking at me over the top of his newspaper. Not wanting to disappoint him I slowly opened my leg so that he could see my kitty-cat. poor man went bright red, but he kept looking. When we got up to leave I looked to see if he had a hard-on, but the paper was covering his lap.

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

As we got on the geartrain at Embankment Jon told me to abide near door and hold onto one of those leather shoulder strap that hang down. I'm not very tall and I have to adulterate to extend to. My clothes hemline got even higher on the side 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.

Nothing much happened to start off with, except that I was getting a bit emotional anticipating what might happen. After about 3 or 4 stations the train 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 careen a bit as the train rattled along.

Things got a bit more interest at the succeeding station, mass poured in, and I began to finger like a sard. A yoke 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 bend back a bit so that his face wasn't in mine. When I looked up at him he smiled and continued looking down my dress at my nipples ( the picnic and the excitement was keeping them hard ).

After a minute or so I felt a paw on my right field thigh, just gently at first, but when the owner was confident that I wasn't going to scream or something, the handwriting started moving up under my dress. It went all the way up to my waist, and then had a fiddling feel troll. 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 rachis, wasn't any more. My decent ass nerve got squeezed before the hand drifted down between my legs to my cunt. Just as it got there, the wagon train stopped at a station and the hand disappeared. mass got off, and multitude got on ; but the power train wasn't any the less herd. The man in forepart of me was still looking down my attire, the man behind me was still there, and another man was stood at my left over 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 agitate - to say the least.

As the gearing started to move off, I felt the helping hand again. This metre it went straight between my wooden leg to my kitty. There was a mo's pause when the owner found out how wet I was, or was it because the hand found the two little aureate rings in my pussy lips. Whatever, the pause was only for a moment before the fingers found my button then went inside me.

I moaned a bit then looked up at the man in front of me. We made eye impinging so I smiled. I think I blushed a bit as well. The fingers started to pump in and out of me and my pelvis started to prompt in reply to the input. I closed my oculus to just enjoy the sensations and was biting my bottom lip when I opened my eyes again to see the look of the man in front of me. He had a puzzled formulation on his face and was sniffing the air. I sniffed and realised that he smelt my pussycat juices. I felt a bit abash and proud, both at the same time.

The finger's breadth were just getting me close to cumming when the train slowed and stopped at the side by side station. The fingers stopped moving, but didn't go out of me. Instead I felt his hand grip section of my powerful nerve and hold 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 railroad train started to move off I looked up and down the go-cart. Although there was a gang where I was, there was plenty of space in the rest of the coach. There were even some free seats not far away.

I saw Jon, sat down and looking at me with a big grin 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 unspoiled at it. The man in front of me knew what was happening and had a big grin on his expression. As the Wave hit me I leaned forward a bit and my breadbasket felt what was probably the man's erection. I did desire to pass on in between us and tweet 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 train stopped in the future station, and shortly after that I came for a second time. That time I did contend to bar any noise escaping from my mouth, but it was difficult.

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

The train pulled into another place 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 puss, ass and tits - just. So they were either looking at my wooden leg ( some of them hoping my dress would go just that bit higher ) ; or they had been watching what was going on. I didn't attention which.

I stood there on my own as the train went on to the side by side station. There some noisy youthfulness got on and started fooling around where I was. A duad of them were looking at me. One moved close to me and lifted the front of my dress."Nice cunt ”, he said as another of them took some interestingness in me. One of them said,"Let's have a facial expression at your knocker then."When I didn't movement he said,"okey then, I'll get them out for you."With that he put a hand inside the armholes of my wearing apparel and pulled it into the midriff of my chest. Both my little breasts were out. Another of them said,"Bloody hell, expression at those nipples."( Well, they were sway hard from the breeze and the excitement ).

Next, another of them lifted the hem of my dress 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 eyes of the tallest of the youths he said,"I think that's sufficiency fun for this cockcrow gentleman's gentleman. The ma'am's getting a bit frightened ; and none of us want any bother, DO WE ?"

I think it was the surprisal that someone had stood up to them that shut them up, they just stood there. The young who was holding my clothes up round my shank let go of it. It fell back into place.

No one at that end of the carriage said a Book. All eyes were looking at us. It seemed same hours, but it must give birth only been a minute before the train stopped at the adjacent 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 youthful lady."I felt the bunched up part of my dress front end kickoff to move back over my breasts. Just round a corner off the platform, Jon stopped and asked me if I was all right. I told him that I was a bit scared, but yes, I was all right.

We got the succeeding geartrain and Jon sat me down next to him. A distich of place later he told me that that was his place for his meeting. Giving me my handbag out of his briefcase, he told me to ride out 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 practically fun. I opened my pegleg to a young 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 up cheer and the fuss of people made me feel good. I didn't want to go back to the hotel room, and anyway, I was hungry.

Quite close to the hotel entering is a Burger King ; I decided to have a burger. I got it then looked for a tabular array. There were none free downstairs, so I went upstairs. When I got there I saw that there are 2 levels of tabular array. The floor of the amphetamine grade at the straw man of the eating place is about at the height of the tabular array at the lower story. On the edge of the upper spirit level is a railing with not very wide brand bars. table are right up to the railing on both amphetamine and lower level. The end termination is that someone sat at a tabular array on the lower level has their head at knee level of mortal sat at a table on the upper level.

It took me only seconds to realise that it was a halcyon opportunity for me to wink my twat at people on the down level.

There wasn't a mesa at the edge of the upper level free when I first got there, so I went to a free table near where I thought soul would be finishing soon. A few mo later the couple did ending and I moved in. I looked down and saw that there was a young couple on the mesa 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 legs so I sat down in a very un-lady like manor house. My knee were wide apart as my bum hit the seat. Pretending to open my bag of chips, I glanced down and saw that he was having a good looking. His capitulum was about a foot from my knee and it was easy for him to look over and see all the way up to my pussy.

I sat there slowly eating and not turning my head teacher his way. He must hold 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 a great deal placard of what the womanhood was saying, and he was saying stupid affair when he thought he should be saying something. The womanhood was starting to get annoyed with him. Finally, she realised where his denseness 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 hamburger, chip shot and coke. I was surprised that I didn't get thrown out. In that meter I flashed one teenage girl, one middle-aged man and young female member of staff who came to strip up the tabular array below me. When she realised what she was looking at she started to say something, but stopped herself, stared for a minute, and then went away. I was one-half expecting for the manager to make out and throw away me out, but no one came.

Eventually I got bored and decided to go for a walk. I went up trustee Street and onto Oxford University Street. I went into a few shop class, but only had some fun in one of them. An Ann Summers shop. For those of you who have never heard of Ann summer, she runs a drawstring of shop class and house party. All selling items to defecate the great unwashed sex life to a greater extent interesting.

The flat coat floor component of the workshop wasn't very interesting, but downstairs they have destiny of dildos, leather girdle, whip and sexy clothes. After feeling the texture of some of the dildos, I saw a French Maid's outfit. I thought it was quite cute. I lifted it off the sweetener and was having a looking at how it was made when the male person shop assistant told me that I could try it on if I liked. At outset 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 cell at the book binding of the shop. It has a big curtain for a door. Inside, my garb was off in moment and I stood there defenseless. I was just working out how to get into the little garb when the drape opened and the man said,"Need any help ?"I was a bit startled, and after a few s of looking at each early, I said,"No thank you,"and pulled the pall closed.

Once I finally got the outfit on I looked at myself in the little mirror. It didn't fit me well. It was obviously made for a charwoman with big breasts. Mine were lost in there and the material just hung off my chest of drawers. The elude voice was good ; I liked the layer of lacing that made the black wench go out at quite an angle. I knew that Jon would like the chick ; it only just covered my bum and pussy.

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

In the master expanse of the workshop there was the Male assistant, a couple of giggling. sometime teenage miss and a match in their early twenties. As I walked out the shop helper pointed to the mirror that was at the other side of the shop. I'd have to pass all the people 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 front of the mirror and smoothed the material down. As I turned from side to side, to see myself from all slant, I could see the couplet and girls in the mirror. They were still looking at me.

I decided to flex over a bit to await at the annulus at the movement. This meant that it rode up my backside giving them a trade good panorama of my ass. next 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 pussy and proved that I wasn't wearing a thong.

The shop assistant came over and asked what I thought. Grabbing the front of the top theatrical role, I pulled it out and down off my titmouse."It's not very full,"I said,"it's been made for someone who's got a lot more up top that I have."“ Ah, yes, I can see that. How about a nursemaid outfit ?"

I declined the offering and went and got changed. When I got out, I gave the assistant the Maid's outfit and left. As I walked up the stairs to the priming coat floor I was followed by the 2 girls. I heard one of them say,"smell, 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 couple of workmen in a hole in the road. It was my defect 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 slaps for not being there when he got back.

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

The naked pass that I took later that dark wasn't wasted. The amount of wine 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 automobile 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 pocketbook and went out into the corridor. As soon as I turned the for the first time box I saw this elderly couple walking towards me. The expression on their faces was big, a bit of shock and astonishment. The lady's mouth finally closed when I got right up to them. I thought she was going to say something so I got my radius in first."Doing it for a dare."I said."Oh, right then."The old man said.

I made it to the nose candy motorcar without anyone else seeing me, but as I was putting the money in, the elevation 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 public plaza where I could get caught at any bit was getting my pussy tingling again.

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

The floor below was deserted when I stepped out of the stairwell. I was about half way to the elevation when a all group of teenagers came out of the doorway to the lifts. There must take been over a dozen of them, all about 15 or 16 and both boys and young lady. ‘ Sod it'I thought, and kept walking. When they saw me they started talking and laughing. They were not speaking English language. Some of them stopped and stared as I walked right through the middle of them. I noticed that one of the young lady had a shocked expression on her face, and was holding a hired hand over her sassing as she stared at me. I felt good.

At the nip and tuck, I decided to go up the trading floor in the rhytidoplasty rather than use the step. The excitement of not knowing who might be in the lift when the doors opened was getting my kitty-cat excited.

It seemed to pack historic period for the ski tow to number, and when the doors opened there was a couple about my age in there. He stared and kept staring with a white face, but her surprise turned to a big smile."dare or a bet ?"she said."Dare."I said as I walked in. I stood facing them as the lift went up the level. As I walked out she said,"Bye, hope it was Charles Frederick Worth it."“ Oh it was !"I said as I walked back to our room.

Next morning Jon wanted to see an early train so it was a prompt dash to the toilet and cascade. I did it with my towel over my arm, and the only person I saw was a young lady phallus 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 stairway before him. He then held up the queue for a min before stepping out of the way. When I turned unit of ammunition to see where Jon was, there was a gap of about 8 empty stair, then a man staring straight up my dress. When I was facing upwards he must have see my ass, and when I turned to depend for Jon he must feature 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 petty trip to Jack London went. I have other adventures that Jon's told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to publish all of them on my web page as and when he's learn them and is happy with them.

dearest

genus Vanessa