Introduction

Hi, my figure is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound human body with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring beingness in a small town in northward Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a brave decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the styler where I worked. I didn't really have a go at it what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my lifetime was so drab and boring. Even the consultation for the job was incredible, but I was so dire to exchange my aliveness 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 save a Journal of my new aliveness, and he has since created a web internet site that it is published on.

If you care to study my journal you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather unlike to that of near employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a liveliness that just could not be more gratify or pleasurable. I love my life story and all the footling adventure that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a picayune bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no body hair below my neck opening. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with humble ( ish ), pert boob that have minor aureoles and hulk mammilla. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a decent business firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my purulent lips I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very spectacular and is usually sticking out between my lip. It's about an inch long with a picayune round head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bras, knickers, pant, leg covering 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 early way, and get a with child rush from letting former the great unwashed see my body.

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

Jon told me to stop writing my daybook in the summertime of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more matter to 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 fabricate to have some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text in my daybook, and one or two that are very exchangeable to some of the escapade that we've had and that I've written about in my diary. At get-go I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our escapade were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

The risky venture I'm about to draw took place quite recently ( January 2001 ) when Jon took me skiing in Austria for a week.

Ski tripper

The beginning I knew about the tripper was when Jon took me shopping to a sports shop. Normally when he's taking me somewhere he doesn't assure me until the day that we go, but occasionally he does. He told me this time because I needed something to keep me lovesome. When he did tell me I had desegregate feelings. On the one hand I'd never been skiing before and was a bit flighty. I've never really been the real sporty type. On the other 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 cold. As any of you who have read my daybook will recognize, I don't wear a good deal wear, and I had visions of newspaper headlines to the effect of, ‘ Young girl found block to death buried in snow wearing nothing but a mini dress ’.

Jon soon put my brain to rest on the last bit when he started looking at skisuits and thermal underwear for me. He picked 3 skisuits and told me to try them on. I'd gone out wearing stifle length kick, a dress and a coating, and cypher else. I needed the coat because the weather was bad.

To try the skisuits on I had to adopt everything off. The one and only changing cubicle ( shot they didn't have much of a demand for one ) was in the middle of the shop, with just a drapery across. Not the best of drapery either.

I didn't take long to strip off and I was pulling the trousers region 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 dyad of customer. 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 pant part over my backside and I'm not sure enough if he saw my puss or not. He certainly saw my titty 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. I just wanted to let Jon cognise that person was watching me.

I pulled the skisuit properly on and zipped it up. It was a reasonable fit, but I felt unusual wearing something that covered so much of my body ; and it was warm in there as well. Jon told me to go and feature a look at myself in a mirror so I went out into the main share of the store. 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 paries trapping the curtain. I looked at Jon and he said,"cum on, we haven't got all day."So I took the lawsuit off. The man who watched me put it on also watched me study it off, so did the former man. When it was off I turned to ask Jon which suit I should try next. This gave my watchers a full head-on view of me. My pussy 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 hook. As I did, I ‘ accidentally'dropped it so that I had to deflect over to pick it up. When I was bent over I looked back through my ramification and saw that the men were still watching. My kitty-cat was getting wet.

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

I went through the same act to try the 3rd suit on ( green one ), and had an hearing all of the time. The 3rd suit fitted even upright than the outset one and I kept it on longer as both Jon and I decided that that was the one. When I took it off I noticed that my cunt had leaked juices onto the crotch.

One of my watchers looked a bit surprised when I put just my dress then my coat on.

Next was the ski boot, Jon had no intention of buying any, but he wanted me to try some on for 2 cause. Firstly he wanted to know what size I would need, and secondly he wanted one of the new sales helper to get a hard-on looking at my pussy as he helped me.

Jon decided on the make and way of rush and asked the Whitney Moore Young Jr. helper to measure my feet. I sat down with my knees together and coat widely open. My light dress let most of my thighs show, and as soon as the Lester Willis Young man got down on his stifle I knew that he'd seen my denuded pubes. His case went red. As the man fumbled with the measurer I let my knees portion a few inches. All the time the man kept looking up my wench and by then he'd be able to see the top of my slit. I kept the best bit until he brought the kick out and helped me put them on. I slouched down in the chair and let my branch move about as the boots went on. His face was telling me everything. Poor man, he had trouble concentrating on the boot and he trapped his finger as he fastened one of the boots. Then he had to go through it all again as he showed me how to fix the boots. It wasn't complicated ; it's just that I wanted him to keep looking at me.

My sloppy pussy was really tingling. I was enjoying it as much as he was.

Amazingly, and unfortunately, the low gear set of boots fitted me well so Jon took the size and thanked the man for his supporter."No problem,"he said,"happy to cause helped you."I bet he was.

Jon sorted out some thermals, wind sleeve, baseball glove and goggles and we went to the sales counter. We put them all on the counter and a different help 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 private parts he saw that it was all wet. He looked inside and saw some of my milklike juices 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 gravel ; we'd take that one. I was nearly blushing.

From there we went and bought me some blue jean. We didn't pain in the neck trying them on. Jon just made for certain that the ones that we bought had a big lump of fabric where the 4 bit of cloth met.

We left base the next weekend with me feeling uncomfortable wearing the jeans and a jumper under my coat. At to the lowest degree the blue jean rubbed my pussycat a bit as I walked. Jon told me to take away a couple of garb, but didn't know if I'd get the chance to wear them.

The planer journey was uneventful and the coach slip was boring. It was dark and I hardly saw anything.

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

Next sunup Jon was up early and he opened the sleeping accommodation windowpane to let some reinvigorated air in. It certainly was invigorated. Our bedroom 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 scene was terrific, it was a bright assoil day and I could see the cable car going up the passel. There was also at to the lowest degree 2 foundation of C. P. Snow on the roofs of the construction. I'd never actually seen snow that deep before.

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

Jon had told me that he used to go skiing just about every year when he was younger, and he spent most of the week going down the red and the dark runs. I spent most of the workweek in ski school. It was fun, I did enjoy myself, but I got quite a few aching, pain and bruises.



Back at the hotel that evening we discovered the hotel swimming pool and mutant / leisure centre. The swimming pool was just off the reception area and only has one small changing room. There are a duo of changing cubicles, but they are so small that everyone gets changed in the open area.

Fortunately Jon had told me to take my swimsuit with me, but the pool piss was cold. Each night before dinner Jon told me to wait in receipt until I saw a man going for a swim. I then had to wait a yoke of min to give him time to start getting changed, and then follow him in. I then had to make sure that he saw everything as I stripped and struggled ( deliberately ) to put my thin white Lycra bathing suit on. I then had to plunge in the pool and make water sure as shooting that he saw my big nipples trying to burst out of the swimsuit.

After that I had to get out and hang around in the changing country ( naked ) in the hope that someone else would come in. only twice did I manage to give way soul a show when I got out and dressed.

From there I had to go and connect Jon in the leisure centre. Jon told me that the sign that was just after the changing rooms said that dress were forbidden beyond that gunpoint ; and everyone was naked. There was a sauna, a steam elbow room, a Jacuzzi, an extremely cold dip pond, a duet of easiness arena and a massage room.

We went into the leisure centre every Night and for quite a bit of that time I was the only female in there. I spent nigh of the meter in there feeling the centre of the men staring at me. It was skillful. I don't suppose that me lying on the sun loungers with my foundation on the ground 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 morning we wandered around the village and found a world swimming pond. We went back to the hotel for our costumes and spent the afternoon there.

I was amazed by the turn of people there, you could hardly affect in some parts. The changing area was fun, what Jon tells me is typical mainland Europe with some little kiosk and one big open area. Guess where I spent a lot of time pretending to get dressed and undressed. Jon left me to it most of the time, but after I got changed for the third time in 2 60 minutes he came after me and fucked me in one of the cubicles.

At one English of the master kitty ( which was quite strong ) there is an loss where you can float to a short pool outside. There you can sit with just your head above the very warm piddle with steam rising around you. There's a bigger pool that was frozen over and had thick snow on it. We watched 3 multitude get out and roll in the snow. Part of another little pool next to the strong bit had had the ice broken on it and we watched one mad man go for a quick swim 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 hustle up enough bravery to stick out in when Jon pushed me in. It was only about 10 foot long, but Jon made me swim to the former end and backrest before getting back into the strong bit

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

On the Th nighttime, Jon decided that we'd stay in the hotel bar. The other Nox we'd put heaps of clothes on and gone for our Apres Ski at other local bars. near fun, but nil worth writing about.

Jon told me to wear one of the dress I'd taken. It was the only time I wore a dress that week, and I was the but woman there wearing one ( little 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 silent and almost of the people looked to see why.

The talking soon started again and we had a courteous meal. I think I had a bit too much local anesthetic beer afterwards and I fell over walking out. I didn't see if anyone saw my backside and cunt when I was down, or getting up, but some multitude must receive done. Jon helped me up and up to the way where he took his joy and went to sleep.

Friday, the last 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 twain of wild blue yonder and one red run. Nearly at the bum of the red run is this log cabin. Jon took me labialise the back of it ( no one lived there in the winters ) and we sat on a wooden bench taking in the bright sun and scene. Fantastic views.

After about 10 bit Jon told me to bare. Stupidly, I said,"What ?"and he had to reprize himself. I just knew what was going to fall out as soon as I was naked. It was both hot and cold if you know what I mean. The sun was warm, but everything else was cold. My mammilla were hard as I bent over his knee and counted the 20 slaps with his helping hand. After that he told me to sit in the Baron Snow of Leicester to chill my arse and twat. That was inhuman.

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

My thermals were soaked in our juice by the metre we got back to the hotel, and I was gladiolus I didn't have to put them on again.

We went home the future morning.

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

I still have a few early experiences that Jon has told me to document, and there's bounce to be Sir Thomas 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.

love life

Vanessa