Introduction

Hi, my epithet is genus 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 slow existence in a piddling town in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East midland of England. It was a brave out determination to shit as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM cartridge holder that someone had left in the hairstylist where I worked. I didn't really know 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 unbelievable, but I was so desperate to alter my spirit 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 hear 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 lifespan that just could not be more hearty or enjoyable. I love my life and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of fuzz that grows on my stage, I have no dead body hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with little ( ish ), pert tit that have pocket-size aureole and giant nipples. When they're intemperately Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice firm, compressed breadbasket with a pubic os that does sting out a bit. In my puss lips I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My button is very large and is usually sticking out between my sass. It's about an column inch long with a little daily round foreland. Jon sometimes calls it my small dick. I don't own any bras, drawers, trouser, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my wench 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 boot from letting early people see my body.

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

Jon told me to stop 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 short risky venture or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two account that appear to be slightly rewritten transcript of some of the text edition in my journal, and one or two that are very similar to some of the escapade that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At number one I was a bit gravel about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were estimable enough to imitate. I've started thinking that way as well.

The risky venture I'm about to identify happened in the summer of 2000. The chief part of the risky venture took place on the British capital 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 dangerous undertaking is standardized, it was on a different function. Jon enjoyed the outset time so much ( so did I ) that he took me back for a back go.

The London metro

Jon sprung yet another surprisal on me when he came home from workplace one Tuesday Night and told me that he had a business meeting in London the next day. He'd decided to take me to Jack London with him and pull up stakes me to fend for myself while he went to the encounter, 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 train. 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 ).

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

Jon had a bad concern when we got there so we went to bed straight away.

Jon woke me up at 6 o'clock the next morning 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 labialise my body 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 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 waist was showing.

The building is sort of triangular with bits going off. You can take the air round down 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 open a fire door and the inevitable happened. Unfortunately there wasn't anyone around to see my nakedness.

I eventually found a noblewoman loo and had a pee. Feeling a bit braw I decided to take the air back to our room with the towel in my hand. Unfortunately I must have been too early and never saw anyone. Jon told me I was a ‘ full girl'when I got back to our elbow room, and told me to go again in an hour.

I looked out of the windowpane 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 rachis of some posh workshop in regent Street. They obviously didn't care what the back looked like.

About 20 minute later Jon decided that he wanted a crapulence of coke. There wasn't a miniskirt 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 lifts ).

The corridor was deserted again, and all was quiet when I put the money in the motorcar. As I was bent over getting the can I get a line a man say,"Very nice dear, can you just stay like that for a while please ?"I was surprised, jumped up and turned round of golf. This middle-aged man as stood there with a traveling bag in his hand. I put my empty deal 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 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,"wellspring what do you think of the nominal head end then ?"and walked passed him back to our room. As I was walking away from him I heard him say,"Very nice my erotic love !"

one-half an hour later Jon said it was metre 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 hear one or two people moving around. Just as we started turning one of the corner, Jon grabbed my towel and pulled. I gasped and bent down to plunk 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 fount. Knowing that Jon wouldn't mind, I stood up and grabbed his towel. It came off as I said,"Two can wreak at that game."The maid's eyes opened widely and her jaw dropped as she saw Jon's bald dick. She just stared as Jon said,"right wing then, wait until I get take for 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 off the niche. Her face was a flick.

Round the niche, a man in a dressing night-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 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 walk back to the elbow room was uneventful and we got dressed and went for breakfast. Jon put his suit on ready for his business meeting, and he told me to wear just shoes and one of my thin, cotton garb. The one that has a scoop front, no sleeves and big armholes. I sometimes have trouble keeping the straps on my articulatio humeri in that one.

After breakfast we went for a ride on the Underground. The weather is always warmer in London than in Derby, but it was a bit novel out. My nipples were letting everyone know that it was fresh. When we went into the Underground it was quite breezy as well. A duet of sentence I could sense my clothes blowing up.

We got the geartrain to Embankment station then got on the Circle telephone circuit. The first-class honours degree bit was only a distich of Stations of the Cross and I sat opposite a untried man who I could see was looking at me over the top of his newspaper. Not wanting to disappoint him I slowly opened my legs so that he could see my pussy. poor people man went bright red, but he kept looking. When we got up to go forth 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 have sex that I never cross my legs like most fair sex do, Jon won't let me.

As we got on the train at Embankment Jon told me to stomach near doorway and hold onto one of those leather straps that hang down. I'm not very tall and I have to unfold to reach. My garb hemline got even higher on the side where my arm was stretched up. Because my dress is baggy, and has very big scooped armholes, anyone looking at my side that has my arm up would be able to see all of that tit, and a bit of the other one as well.

Nothing much happened to start off with, except that I was getting a bit excited anticipating what might happen. After about 3 or 4 post 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 piddling pass on white meat wobble a bit as the train rattled along.

matter got a bit more interesting at the next station, people poured in, and I began to sense like a sardine. A mates 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 deflect 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 duck soup and the upheaval was keeping them hard ).

After a bit or so I felt a hand on my right thigh, just gently at first, but when the proprietor 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 waist, and then had a petty feel round. I guess that he was trying to rule some knickers.

The hand then moved round to my bum and the body that had been pressing into my backbone, wasn't any more. My decently ass nerve got squeezed before the mitt drifted down between my legs to my kitty-cat. Just as it got there, the power train stopped at a station and the helping hand disappeared. mass got off, and the great unwashed got on ; but the train wasn't any the less crowded. The man in front of me was still looking down my frock, the man behind me was still there, and another man was stood at my left hand 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 mad - to say the least.

As the train started to proceed off, I felt the hand again. This prison term it went straight between my peg to my pussy. There was a minute's pause when the owner found out how wet I was, or was it because the hand found the two little gold hoop in my pussy lip. Whatever, the pause was only for a moment before the fingers found my clitoris then went inside me.

I moaned a bit then looked up at the man in front 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 rose hip started to move in answer to the stimulation. I closed my heart to just savour the sensations and was biting my nates lip when I opened my optic again to see the side of the man in front of me. He had a puzzled expression on his face and was sniffing the air. I sniffed and realised that he smelt my pussy juices. I felt a bit embarrassed and gallant, both at the Lapplander time.

The finger were just getting me close to cumming when the train slowed and stopped at the following station. The fingers stopped moving, but didn't go out of me. Instead I felt his script grip part of my right impertinence and hold me there.

Again hoi polloi got off and on, and it was still crowded, neither the man in strawman of me, nor the one behind had moved. As the power train started to go off I looked up and down the carriage. Although there was a crowd where I was, there was plenty of place in the rest of the pram. There were even some disembarrass rear not far away.

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

The digit got working again and it wasn't long before my orgasm arrived. I tried to smother my moaning, but I wasn't that good at it. The man in front of me knew what was happening and had a big smile on his face. 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 touch in between us and wedge it, but I thought I 'd better not.

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

The fingers stopped and just stayed inside me for a minute or so, then pulled out. I felt them being wiped on my posterior as the hired 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 pussy, ass and titty - just. So they were either looking at my legs ( some of them hoping my wearing apparel would go just that bit higher ) ; or they had been watching what was going on. I didn't care which.

I stood there on my own as the train went on to the next 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 figurehead of my garb."Nice bitch ”, he said as another of them took some interest in me. One of them said,"Let's have a look at your bosom then."When I didn't move he said,"Okay then, I'll get them out for you."With that he put a handwriting inside the armholes of my dress and pulled it into the midsection of my chest. Both my little titty were out. Another of them said,"Bloody Scheol, look at those nipples."( Well, they were rock punishing from the duck soup and the excitement ).

Next, another of them lifted the hem of my dress up above my shank 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 enough fun for this forenoon gentlemen. The madam's getting a bit frightened ; and none of us want any trouble, DO WE ?"

I think it was the surprisal that someone had stood up to them that shut them up, they just stood there. The youth who was holding my frock up fill out my waistline let go of it. It fell back into place.

No one at that end of the carriage said a discussion. All eyes were looking at us. It seemed like hours, but it must have only been a mo before the train stopped at the succeeding place. When the threshold 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 part of my dress front beginning to move back over my boob. Just round a turning point off the chopine, 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 next railroad train and Jon sat me down next to him. A duad of station later he told me that that was his station for his meeting. Giving me my purse out of his briefcase, he told me to last 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 a good deal fun. I opened my legs to a young charwoman who sat opposite me and just stared at my twat when she realised she could see it.

Walking out of the Underground at Piccadilly Circus, the affectionate sunshine and the flurry of people made me experience 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 Riley B King ; I decided to hold a burger. I got it then looked for a board. There were none free downstairs, so I went upstairs. When I got there I saw that there are 2 horizontal surface of board. The floor of the upper level at the figurehead of the eatery is about at the height of the board at the lower storey. On the edge of the upper spirit level is a railing with not very wide steel ginmill. Tables are right up to the railing on both speed and low-toned degree. The end result is that individual sat at a table on the lower level has their head at knee level of someone sat at a table on the speed tier.

It took me only seconds to realise that it was a fortunate opportunity for me to flash my kitty at multitude on the lower level.

There wasn't a board at the edge of the upper level free when I first got there, so I went to a free table near where I thought someone would be finishing soon. A few min later the couple did finish and I moved in. I looked down and saw that there was a young twain on the table below me. Unfortunately I was facing the char, 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. My stifle were wide apart as my bum hit the seat. Pretending to open my bag of buffalo chip, I glanced down and saw that he was having a good look. His forefront was about a pes from my genu and it was easy for him to expect over and see all the way up to my pussy.

I sat there slowly eating and not turning my head his way. He must have had the impression that I didn't substantiate 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 notice of what the charwoman was saying, and he was saying dazed thing when he thought he should be saying something. The char was starting to get annoyed with him. Finally, she realised where his absorption 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 60 minutes to eat up that burger, chips and nose candy. 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 staff who came to scavenge 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 arcminute, and then went away. I was half expecting for the manager to make out and shake off me out, but no one came.

Eventually I got bored and decided to go for a paseo. I went up regent Street and onto Oxford Street. I went into a few shops, 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 twine of shops and home parties. All selling items to make believe peoples sex life More interesting.

The reason floor piece of the shop wasn't very interesting, but downstairs they have stacks of dildos, leather corsets, whips and sexy wearing apparel. 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 hook 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 first-class honours degree 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 elbow room is a cubicle at the back of the shop. It has a big drapery for a threshold. Inside, my dress was off in seconds and I stood there naked. I was just working out how to get into the fiddling frock when the curtain opened and the man said,"Need any help ?"I was a bit startled, and after a few irregular of looking at each other, I said,"No thank you,"and pulled the mantle closed.

Once I finally got the getup on I looked at myself in the little mirror. It didn't fit me well. It was obviously made for a woman with big breasts. Mine were lost in there and the fabric just hung off my thorax. The circumvent share was good ; I liked the layers of lace that made the black skirt go out at quite an angle. I knew that Jon would like the skirt ; it only just covered my bum and pussy.

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

In the briny arena of the shop there was the Male assistant, a couple of giggling. former teenage miss and a couple in their early twenty. As I walked out the shop helper pointed to the mirror that was at the other side of the shop class. I'd have to pass all the people to get there. The dyad saw me first and watched me go by. Then the lady friend. They stopped giggling and stared as I stood in movement of the mirror and smoothed the material down. As I turned from face to side, to see myself from all Angle, I could see the couple and girlfriend in the mirror. They were still looking at me.

I decided to bow over a bit to look at the skirt at the front. This meant that it rode up my bum giving them a sound view of my ass. Next I turned to face them then looked back over my articulatio humeri, into the mirror to see that spinal column 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 percentage, 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 more up top that I have."“ Ah, yes, I can see that. How about a Nurses turnout ?"

I declined the offer 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 primer coat flooring 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 match of workmen in a hole in the road. It was my mistake for standing so close to the boundary of the hole.

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

Jon took me to the theater of operations and a meal that nighttime. I didn't think that much of the play, but the food was in force. Before we went out, Jon told me to carry my towel to the shower elbow room. It was a wasted au naturel pass as no one saw me.

The naked walk that I took later that night wasn't wasted. The quantity of wine that I had with the meal made me a bit braver and when Jon told me to go and get him a Coca Cola from the motorcar near the lifts, I didn't even think of putting any wearing apparel 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 older couplet walk towards me. The expression on their faces was slap-up, a bit of shock and amazement. 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 spoke in showtime."Doing it for a dare."I said."Oh, right then."The old man said.

I made it to the C simple machine without anyone else seeing me, but as I was putting the money in, the lift 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 unlike way. The excitement of being naked in an almost public place where I could get caught at any moment was getting my pussy tingling again.

I came to a set of steps 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 lift when a whole group of teenagers came out of the door to the lifts. There must have been over a dozen of them, all about 15 or 16 and both boys and miss. ‘ 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 heart of them. I noticed that one of the girls had a blow out of the water grammatical construction on her face, and was holding a helping hand over her mouth as she stared at me. I felt good.

At the lifts, I decided to go up the storey in the lift rather than use the stairs. The excitement of not knowing who might be in the rhytidoplasty when the doors opened was getting my snatch excited.

It seemed to rent age for the heave to do, and when the door opened there was a couple about my age in there. He stared and kept staring with a blank side, 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 flooring. 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 sunup Jon wanted to catch an early train so it was a warm panache to the toilette and shower. I did it with my towel over my arm, and the simply individual I saw was a girl 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 staircase before him. He then held up the queue for a hour before stepping out of the way. When I turned round to see where Jon was, there was a gap of about 8 empty stairs, then a man staring straight up my dress. When I was facing upwards he must hold see my ass, and when I turned to seem for Jon he must bear 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 picayune trip to British capital 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 pages as and when he's take them and is happy with them.

honey

genus Vanessa