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 drilling existence in a little Ithiel Town in due north Wales and went to function as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a endure decisiveness to stimulate as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that person had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did involve to do something because my life was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so heroic to shift my lifespan 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 publish a diary of my new sprightliness, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to say my Journal you will attain that my family relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to clear that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life history and all the slight dangerous undertaking that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my branch, I have no body tomentum below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with belittled ( ish ), saucy breast that have small aura and giant nipples. When they're knockout Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice firm, flat stomach with a pubic ivory that does stick out a bit. In my pussycat lips I have 2 little atomic number 79 rings that Jon put in me. My button is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lip. It's about an inch long with a little orotund head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bras, knee pants, trousers, leg covering or short circuit ; 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 thrill from letting former people see my body.

I hope that's enough to satisfy the people who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would wish to e-mail me with specific 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 interesting experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for approximation for little dangerous undertaking or incidents that we could fabricate to get some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text in my journal, and one or two that are very similar to some of the adventure that we've had and that I've written about in my daybook. At start I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our escapade were proficient enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

The adventure I'm about to describe happened in the summertime of 2000. The main part of the adventure took station on the London tube, 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 British capital subway in my Journal, but although this escapade is exchangeable, it was on a unlike occasion. Jon enjoyed the first clip so much ( so did I ) that he took me back for a indorsement go.

The London subway system

Jon sprung yet another surprise on me when he came home from employment one Tues night and told me that he had a commercial enterprise meeting in London the next day. He'd decided to take me to Greater London with him and leave 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 mass on the train. Jon had booked us into the Regent castle Hotel at Piccadilly Circus. It's not the best of hotels, but you can't get much more primal without it costing you a fortune ( and Jon was paying, not his business ).

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

Jon had a bad headache when we got there so we went to bed heterosexual 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 fatigue that I hadn't seen before. When I wrapped it round my physical structure it was only just long enough to cover my breasts and bum ; and it was only just long enough to enclose over and pucker in. Not only would it take very piffling for it to un-tuck and fall off, when I put one leg in straw man of me the unit of my English 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 elbow 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 afford a fire room access 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 brave I decided to take the air back to our room with the towel in my hand. Unfortunately I must have been too too soon and never saw anyone. Jon told me I was a ‘ in force daughter'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 vista, and the building reverse looked a bit of a dump. It turned out that it was the backbone of some posh shops in Regent Street. They obviously didn't care what the back looked like.

About 20 hour later Jon decided that he wanted a deglutition 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 motorcar near the face lifting ).

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 get a line a man say,"Very decent 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 hired hand. I put my empty hand 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 crap you jump, it's just that I was admiring your beautiful erect end."

He looked a nice man so I pulled the towel off, said,"fountainhead what do you intend 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 nice my honey !"

Half an hour later Jon said it was time for a exhibitor. He wrapped a towel round his waistline 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 pick it up. As I did, I looked along the corridor and saw a maid delivering breakfasts. She was looking at us with a smile on her face. Knowing that Jon wouldn't judgement, I stood up and grabbed his towel. It came off as I said,"Two can act at that game."The maid's eyes opened across-the-board and her jaw dropped as she saw Jon's denuded prick. She just stared as Jon said,"Right then, wait until I get concord 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 maiden and round the corner. Her face was a characterization.

round of drinks 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 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 bear just skid and one of my thin, cotton fiber dresses. The one that has a scoop nominal head, no arm and big armholes. I sometimes have bother keeping the straps on my shoulder in that one.

After breakfast we went for a drive on the Underground. The weather is always warmer in London than in plug hat, but it was a bit fresh out. My nipples were letting everyone know that it was unfermented. When we went into the Underground it was quite blowy as well. A couple of times I could feel my dress blowing up.

We got the gearing to Embankment station then got on the traffic circle product line. The first bit was only a brace 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 legs so that he could see my pussy. poor people man went bright red, but he kept looking. When we got up to give 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 cognise that I never cross my peg like most charwoman do, Jon won't let me.

As we got on the caravan at Embankment Jon told me to suffer near door and declare onto one of those leather straps that hang down. I'm not very marvelous and I have to load to reach. My dress hemline got even higher on the English where my arm was stretched up. Because my attire is baggy, and has very big scooped armholes, anyone looking at my side that has my arm up would be able-bodied to see all of that breast, and a bit of the other one as well.

cipher much happened to start off with, except that I was getting a bit excited anticipating what might materialize. 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 footling allow titty wobble a bit as the train rattled along.

thing got a bit more concern at the next place, people poured in, and I began to sense like a pilchard. A duo 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 strawman of me. He was facing me and stoop back a bit so that his aspect 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 mo or so I felt a hand on my right thigh, just gently at first, but when the owner 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 fiddling flavour circle. I guess that he was trying to find some knickers.

The deal then moved round to my bum and the trunk that had been pressing into my back, wasn't any more. My right ass cheek got squeezed before the handwriting drifted down between my ramification to my kitty-cat. Just as it got there, the train stopped at a station and the helping hand disappeared. People got off, and people got on ; but the caravan 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 unexpended looking through the armhole of my wearing apparel. With all that attention from men that I'd never seen before, and never spoken to, I was very excited - to say the least.

As the gearing started to be active off, I felt the hand again. This time it went straight between my legs to my puss. There was a consequence's pause when the owner found out how wet I was, or was it because the manus found the two petty aureate rings in my pussy back talk. Whatever, the pause was only for a here and now before the fingerbreadth found my clit then went inside me.

I moaned a bit then looked up at the man in movement 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 hips started to run in reception to the stimulation. I closed my eyes to just relish the sensations and was biting my bottom lip when I opened my eyes again to see the face of the man in front end of me. He had a puzzled verbal expression on his nerve 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 digit were just getting me close to cumming when the train slowed and stopped at the next station. The fingers stopped moving, but didn't go out of me. Instead I felt his hand grip part of my right nerve and take for me there.

Again mass got off and on, and it was still crowded, neither the man in front of me, nor the one seat had moved. As the string started to go off I looked up and down the baby carriage. Although there was a crew where I was, there was sight of quad in the rest of the carriage. There were even some free seating area not far away.

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

The digit got working again and it wasn't long before my sexual climax arrived. I tried to stifle my moaning, but I wasn't that good at it. The man in front of me knew what was happening and had a big grin on his human face. As the wave hit me I leaned forward a bit and my venter felt what was probably the man's erection. I did want to reach in between us and rack it, but I thought I 'd better not.

The finger in my pussy knew I'd cum but were still going in and out. They kept going even when the caravan stopped in the future place, and shortly after that I came for a mo time. That prison term I did negociate to finish any noise escaping from my rima oris, but it was difficult.

The fingerbreadth stopped and just stayed inside me for a minute or so, then pulled out. I felt them being wiped on my backside as the helping hand withdrew.

The train pulled into another station 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 garb was still covering my pussy, ass and titmouse - 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 youths got on and started fooling around where I was. A dyad of them were looking at me. One moved close to me and lifted the front of my dress."Nice slit ”, he said as another of them took some involvement in me. One of them said,"Let's have a spirit at your mamilla then."When I didn't motion he said,"Okay then, I'll get them out for you."With that he put a hand inside the armholes of my dress and pulled it into the heart of my chest of drawers. Both my little chest were out. Another of them said,"Bloody hell, looking at at those nipples."( Well, they were shake hard from the breeze and the inflammation ).

Next, another of them lifted the hem of my clothes up above my waist 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 young person he said,"I think that's enough fun for this dawn gentlemen. The gentlewoman's getting a bit frighten ; and none of us want any problem, DO WE ?"

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

No one at that end of the carriage said a word. All centre were looking at us. It seemed the likes of hours, but it must have only been a minute before the power 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 Cy Young lady."I felt the bunched up role of my dress social movement outset to move back over my knocker. Just round a corner off the platform, Jon stopped and asked me if I was all good. 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 side by side to him. A couple of place later he told me that that was his station for his meeting. Giving me my purse out of his briefcase, he told me to stay sat down until the gear got back to Embankment ; then to go back to the hotel. He told me that he'd be back sometime late afternoon.

The journeying back wasn't anywhere near as a good deal fun. I opened my stage to a young woman who sat opposite me and just stared at my kitty-cat when she realised she could see it.

Walking out of the tube at Piccadilly genus Circus, the quick fair weather and the bustle of people made me feel upright. I didn't want to go back to the hotel room, and anyway, I was hungry.

Quite close to the hotel entry is a Burger King ; I decided to have a burger. I got it then looked for a board. There were none dislodge downstairs, so I went upstairs. When I got there I saw that there are 2 levels of tables. The floor of the upper point at the presence of the eatery is about at the altitude of the tables at the lower degree. On the border of the upper degree is a railing with not very wide sword bars. table are right up to the railing on both upper and humbled level. The end result is that someone sat at a table on the lower level has their head at knee stratum of someone sat at a table on the upper level.

It took me only seconds to realise that it was a halcyon chance for me to dash my snatch at the great unwashed on the lour level.

There wasn't a tabular array at the sharpness of the upper berth horizontal surface release when I first got there, so I went to a absolve board near where I thought someone would be finishing soon. A few minutes later the distich did finish and I moved in. I looked down and saw that there was a Whitney Young couple on the table below me. Unfortunately I was facing the fair sex, 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 knees were wide apart as my bum hit the place. Pretending to open my bag of fries, I glanced down and saw that he was having a good smell. His heading was about a invertebrate foot from my stifle and it was light for him to look over and see all the way up to my pussy.

I sat there slowly eating and not turning my head his way. He must take in 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 much posting of what the woman was saying, and he was saying stupid things when he thought he should be saying something. The woman was starting to get annoyed with him. Finally, she realised where his engrossment 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 minute to land up that burger, microchip and coke. I was surprised that I didn't get thrown out. In that clock time I flashed one teenage girl, one middle-aged man and young female person member of staff who came to make 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 minute, and then went away. I was half expecting for the handler to come and throw 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 Street. I went into a few shops, 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 drawing string of shop class and plate company. All selling point to make peoples sex life Thomas More interesting.

The reason floor part of the shop wasn't very interesting, but downstairs they have lots of dildos, leather corset, whips and sexy clothes. After feeling the texture of some of the dildos, I saw a Daniel Chester French maiden's outfit. I thought it was quite cute. I lifted it off the crotchet and was having a look at how it was made when the male workshop helper told me that I could try it on if I liked. At first I said,"No, its'all right,"but as soon as I'd said it I changed my idea and said,"Can I please, where's the changing room ?"

The changing way is a stall at the back of the shop. It has a big curtain for a doorway. inside, my dress was off in minute and I stood there naked. I was just working out how to get into the slight dress when the mantle opened and the man said,"Need any help ?"I was a bit jump, and after a few seconds of looking at each other, I said,"No thank you,"and pulled the pall closed.

Once I finally got the rig on I looked at myself in the niggling mirror. It didn't fit me well. It was obviously made for a cleaning lady with big white meat. Mine were lost in there and the material just hung off my chest. The dodge part was just ; I liked the bed of lace that made the black dame go out at quite an angle. I knew that Jon would like the annulus ; it only just covered my bum and pussy.

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

In the chief region of the shop class there was the Male assistant, a couple of giggling. senior teenage girls and a mates in their early twenties. As I walked out the shop help pointed to the mirror that was at the other slope 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 missy. They stopped giggling and stared as I stood in front of the mirror and smoothed the cloth down. As I turned from side to side, to see myself from all angles, 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 wench at the front end. This meant that it rode up my back end giving them a good view 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 battlefront of the top theatrical role, I pulled it out and down off my tits."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 nanny rig ?"

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 ground storey I was followed by the 2 daughter. I heard one of them say,"looking at, 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 route. It was my mistake for standing so close to the edge of the hole.

When I finally made it back to the hotel, Jon was already in the elbow room. My backside got 20 smacking 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 behave my towel to the shower room. It was a wasted raw walk as no one saw me.

The naked manner of walking that I took later that dark 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 nose candy from the machine near the elevator, I didn't even think of putting any dress 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 gear quoin I saw this senior couple walking towards me. The formula on their faces was gravid, a bit of shock absorber 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 first."Doing it for a dare."I said."Oh, mightily then."The old man said.

I made it to the C machine without anyone else seeing me, but as I was putting the money in, the lift doorway opened. Out came 2 middle-aged men who just stopped and stared. They were still there as I walked back towards our way.

I decided to research a bit and went a different way. The excitement of being naked in an almost public berth 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 endangerment.

The story below was deserted when I stepped out of the stairwell. I was about one-half way to the face lifting when a whole mathematical group of stripling came out of the door to the lifts. There must have got been over a XII of them, all about 15 or 16 and both boy and fille. ‘ 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 appalled expression on her face, and was holding a manus over her mouth as she stared at me. I felt good.

At the ski lift, I decided to go up the story in the face lift rather than use the stairs. The excitement of not knowing who might be in the elevator when the doors opened was getting my pussy excited.

It seemed to take ages for the ski tow to fall, and when the doorway opened there was a couple about my age in there. He stared and kept staring with a blank shell 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 airlift went up the story. 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 morning Jon wanted to entrance an early power train so it was a quick sprint to the toilet and shower. I did it with my towel over my arm, and the solitary someone I saw was a young lady extremity of staff delivering some breakfasts. She just stared at me.

Going out of the subway system at St. Pancras, Jon told me to get on the escalator 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 discharge stairs, then a man staring straight up my attire. When I was facing upwards he must have see my ass, and when I turned to look for Jon he must let seen my puss. I saw him lick his lips. At the top he said,"Hi, on your own ?"By that clock time Jon was there, he grabbed my arm and we went for the train.

well, that's how our picayune slip to 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 varlet as and when he's read them and is happy with them.

making love

Vanessa