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Hi, my name is genus Vanessa. I was born in Dec 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish whisker. In 1998 I quit my boring being in a little town in North 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 create as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM cartridge holder that someone had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really bang what I was letting myself in for, but I really did involve to do something because my liveliness was so sorry and boring. Even the audience for the job was unbelievable, but I was so dire to change 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 write a journal of my new biography, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to register my Journal you will describe that my human relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to earn that I have a living that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my lifetime and all the little adventure that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hairsbreadth that grows on my legs, I have no soundbox pilus below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), saucy breasts that have small corona and giant nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice firm, flat belly with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my twat sassing I have 2 little gold mob that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a minuscule round out fountainhead. Jon sometimes calls it my little hawkshaw. I don't own any bras, knee breeches, pant, leggings or shortstop ; and 90 % of my skirts and clothes can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy female child, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a great quiver from letting other people see my body.

I hope that's enough to gratify the people who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like to netmail 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 interest experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for estimate for little adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to own some fun. We've found one or two story that appear to be slightly rewritten transcript of some of the schoolbook in my daybook, 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 Journal. At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that person thought our adventures were unspoiled enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

The adventure I'm about to line took place quite recently ( Jan 2001 ) when Jon took me skiing in Austria for a week.

Ski head trip

The beginning I knew about the trip was when Jon took me shopping to a sports shop. Normally when he's taking me somewhere he doesn't tell me until the day that we go, but occasionally he does. He told me this meter because I needed something to keep me warm. When he did tell me I had mixed flavour. On the one hand I'd never been skiing before and was a bit nervous. 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 bear some ‘ fun ’. I was also a bit interest about the cold. As any of you who have read my daybook will know, I don't article of clothing much clothing, and I had visual sense of newsprint headline to the essence of, ‘ Cy Young girl found frozen to decease buried in snow wearing nix but a miniskirt dress ’.

Jon soon put my mind to rest on the death 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 human knee length boots, a dress and a coat, and zippo else. I needed the coat because the weather was bad.

To try the skisuits on I had to take everything off. The one and only changing cubicle ( guess they didn't have much of a demand for one ) was in the eye of the shop class, with just a curtain across. Not the best of mantle either.

I didn't take long to strip off and I was pulling the pant part of a red courtship on when Jon opened the mantle to see how I was getting on. I looked up, and not only could I see Jon, I could see a pair of customers. They weren't looking my way - to start off with, but as they moved round one of the men saw me. I was just pulling the pant section over my backside and I'm not for sure if he saw my snatch or not. He certainly saw my tit 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 make out that someone was watching me.

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

I told Jon that I was happy with the skisuit, but he told me to try another one on. I went back into the changing cubicle and couldn't close the curtain because Jon was leaning against the rampart trapping the curtain. I looked at Jon and he said,"Come on, we haven't got all day."So I took the suit off. The man who watched me put it on also watched me take it off, so did the early man. When it was off I turned to ask Jon which suit I should try future. This gave my watchers a full frontal 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 future so I turned and lifted it of the bait. As I did, I ‘ accidentally'dropped it so that I had to bend over to pick it up. When I was bent over I looked back through my leg and saw that the men were still watching. My pussy was getting wet.

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

I went through the same act to try the 3rd cause on ( viridity one ), and had an audience all of the fourth dimension. The 3rd wooing fitted even better than the first 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 pussy had leaked juices onto the genitalia.

One of my security guard looked a bit surprised when I put just my garb then my coating on.

Next was the ski iron boot, Jon had no design of buying any, but he wanted me to try some on for 2 reason. Firstly he wanted to bonk what size I would need, and secondly he wanted one of the young sales event assistants to get a erection looking at my pussy as he helped me.

Jon decided on the shuffling and style of bang and asked the untested assistant to measure my feet. I sat down with my knees together and cake wide overt. My short dress let virtually of my thighs show, and as soon as the vernal man got down on his human knee I knew that he'd seen my bald-pated loins. His face went red. As the man fumbled with the measurer I let my stifle role a few inch. All the prison term the man kept looking up my bird and by then he'd be able to see the top of my slit. I kept the salutary bit until he brought the boots out and helped me put them on. I slouched down in the hot seat and let my legs move about as the kicking went on. His face was telling me everything. poor man, he had worry concentrating on the boots and he trapped his digit 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 showtime set of boots fitted me well so Jon took the size and thanked the man for his helper."No problem,"he said,"glad to have helped you."I bet he was.

Jon sorted out some thermals, wind cone, boxing glove and goggles and we went to the sales event counter. We put them all on the parry 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 crotch 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 fabric dry he said,"I'm very sorry, this has somehow got wet. I'll go and get another one."Jon told him not to disoblige ; we'd take that one. I was nearly blushing.

From there we went and bought me some jeans. We didn't bother trying them on. Jon just made sure that the ones that we bought had a big lubber of material where the 4 pieces of textile met.

We left domicile the next weekend with me feeling uncomfortable wearing the jean and a jumper under my coating. At least the blue jean rubbed my pussy a bit as I walked. Jon told me to pack a couple of dresses, but didn't know if I'd get the chance to fatigue them.

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

We arrived at the play Hotel in Sol late that Night and went straight to bed.

Next sunrise Jon was up early and he opened the bedroom windowpane to let some brisk air in. It certainly was fresh. Our sleeping room 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 fantastic, it was a brightly clean day and I could see the overseas telegram car going up the mountains. There was also at least 2 feet of C on the roofs of the edifice. I'd never actually seen snow that recondite before.

After breakfast Jon was eager to get to the shop class where we hired boots and skis. Jon took me up to the top of the first base cable car ride then found my ski school day chemical group 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 jr., and he spent most of the workweek going down the red and the dark runs. I spent most of the week in ski school. It was fun, I did bask myself, but I got quite a few aches, pains and bruises.



Back at the hotel that evening we discovered the hotel swimming puddle and sportswoman / leisure centre. The swimming pool was just off the response area and only has one small-scale changing room. There are a dyad of changing booth, but they are so pocket-sized that everyone gets changed in the open area.

Fortunately Jon had told me to remove my swimsuit with me, but the puddle water was cold. Each night before dinner party Jon told me to wait in reception until I saw a man going for a swim. I then had to wait a couple of transactions to dedicate him time to start getting changed, and then come him in. I then had to make certain that he saw everything as I stripped and struggled ( deliberately ) to put my thin White River Lycra swimwear on. I then had to dive in the syndicate and crap surely that he saw my big teat trying to collapse out of the swimsuit.

After that I had to get out and hang around in the changing arena ( naked ) in the hope that person else would total in. Only twice did I manage to present someone a show when I got out and dressed.

From there I had to go and connect Jon in the leisure nub. Jon told me that the sign that was just after the changing suite said that clothes were forbid beyond that point ; and everyone was naked. There was a sauna, a steam way, a Jacuzzi, an extremely inhuman plunge syndicate, a distich of rest sphere and a massage room.

We went into the leisure centre every night and for quite a bit of that sentence I was the only female in there. I spent most of the time in there feeling the oculus of the men staring at me. It was courteous. I don't suppose that me lying on the sun dilly-dallier with my understructure on the ground at either side of meat did anything to discourage them either.

Neither of us went skiing on the Wednesday. It was a day of eternal sleep that we both needed. In the morning we wandered around the hamlet and found a public swimming syndicate. We went back to the hotel for our costumes and spent the afternoon there.

I was amazed by the figure of people there, you could hardly locomote in some parts. The changing arena was fun, what Jon tells me is typical mainland Europe with some little carrell and one big capable field. guesswork where I spent a lot of clock time pretending to get dressed and undressed. Jon left me to it about of the clip, but after I got changed for the third base metre in 2 hours he came after me and fucked me in one of the cubicles.

At one position of the main consortium ( which was quite warm ) there is an issue where you can float to a fiddling kitty outside. There you can sit with just your head above the very ardent piddle with steam rising around you. There's a bigger pool that was frozen over and had thick snow on it. We watched 3 people get out and roll in the nose candy. Part of another picayune consortium next to the warm bit had had the ice broken on it and we watched one mad man go for a quick swimming in it. Jon decided that I should have a go. I got out of the warm bit and was standing shivering on the edge of the icy bit trying to pluck up enough braveness to jump in when Jon pushed me in. It was only about 10 feet farsighted, but Jon made me swim to the former end and back before getting back into the lovesome bit

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

On the Thursday night, Jon decided that we'd hitch in the hotel bar. The early Night we'd put lots of apparel on and gone for our Apres Ski at other local bars. Good fun, but nothing worth writing about.

Jon told me to don one of the clothes I'd taken. It was the merely time I wore a apparel that week, and I was the exclusively 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 most of the people looked to see why.

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

Fri, 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 blueness and one red run. Nearly at the bottomland of the red run is this log cabin. Jon took me round the back of it ( no one lived there in the winters ) and we sat on a wooden bench taking in the bright sun and scenery. Fantastic views.

After about 10 minutes Jon told me to strip. Stupidly, I said,"What ?"and he had to recapitulate himself. I just knew what was going to happen as soon as I was naked. It was both hot and cold if you know what I mean. The sun was affectionate, but everything else was frigidness. My nipples were punishing as I bent over his knee and counted the 20 slaps with his hand. After that he told me to sit in the snow to cool off my backside and pussy. That was cold.

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

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

We went home the side by side morning.

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

I still have a few other experiences that Jon has told me to document, and there's bounce to be more as clock 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

Vanessa