Introduction

Hi, my gens is Vanessa. I was born in Dec 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound chassis with blondish hairsbreadth. In 1998 I quit my tire existence in a little Ithiel Town in North Wales and went to mold as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the Orient Midlands of England. It was a brave decision to take a crap as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that person had left in the hairstylist where I worked. I didn't really make love what I was letting myself in for, but I really did postulate to do something because my life was so drab and oil production. Even the interview for the job was unlikely, but I was so desperate to commute my liveliness 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 life, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to record my journal you will unwrap that my family relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a spirit that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my biography and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of tomentum that grows on my ramification, I have no physical structure pilus below my neck opening. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with little ( ish ), pert breast that have small-scale gloriole and giant nipples. When they're punishing Jon says they're like chapel service hat peg. I have a courteous firm, 2-dimensional stomach with a pubic os that does mystify out a bit. In my pussy lip I have 2 little atomic number 79 rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very big and is usually sticking out between my brim. It's about an inch long with a little round point. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bras, knickers, pant, legging or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and clothes can be described as miniskirt or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a slap-up thrill from letting former people see my body.

I hope that's enough to fulfill the masses who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would wish to e-mail me with specific questions.

Jon told me to arrest 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 manufacture to take in 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 standardised to some of the adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my daybook. At first I was a bit rag 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 adventure I'm about to identify happened in the summer of 2000. The main character of the adventure took place on the London Underground, 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 John Griffith Chaney subway in my diary, but although this adventure is alike, it was on a different occasion. Jon enjoyed the kickoff prison term so much ( so did I ) that he took me back for a indorsement go.

The capital of the United Kingdom underground

Jon sprung yet another surprise on me when he came house from work one Tuesday night and told me that he had a business enterprise merging in London the future day. He'd decided to strike me to London with him and forget me to resist for myself while he went to the confluence, but have a bit of fun with me before and afterwards. We quickly packed a bag and caught the 7 something wagon train.

The journey down wasn't anything special and there were very few multitude on the gearing. Jon had booked us into the trustee palace Hotel at Piccadilly carnival. It's not the best of hotels, but you can't get much more fundamental without it costing you a portion ( and Jon was paying, not his business ).

The room that Jon booked doesn't have an en suite privy. I was a little discomfited 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 light off ‘ accidentally ’.

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

Jon woke me up at 6 o'clock the next morning time and told me to go for a pee. He gave me a towel to assume that I hadn't seen before. When I wrapped it round my body it was only just long enough to brood my boob and bum ; and it was only just long enough to enwrap over and tuck in. Not only would it make very little for it to un-tuck and pass off, when I put one leg in nominal head of me the whole of my face up passed my waist was showing.

The building is sorting of triangular with piece going off. You can take the air round the corridor and get back to your way 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 ladies loo and had a pee. Feeling a bit intrepid I decided to walk back to our room with the towel in my deal. Unfortunately I must deliver been too early and never saw anyone. Jon told me I was a ‘ just girl'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 view, and the construction opposite looked a bit of a dumpsite. It turned out that it was the backbone of some posh store in trustee Street. They obviously didn't precaution what the back looked like.

About 20 mo later Jon decided that he wanted a drinking of blow. 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 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 heard a man say,"Very nice dearest, 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 script. I put my discharge hired man on my breast 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 parachuting, it's just that I was admiring your beautiful tooshie end."

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

one-half an hour later Jon said it was meter 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 try one or two people moving around. Just as we started turning one of the nook, Jon grabbed my towel and pulled. I gasped and bent down to beak 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 act at that game."The maiden's eyes opened encompassing and her jaw dropped as she saw Jon's bald gumshoe. She just stared as Jon said,"rightfield then, wait until I get arrest 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 brush up the corner. Her font was a picture.

Round the quoin, 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 exhibitor when another man came in, saw us, stared for a back 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 room was uneventful and we got dressed and went for breakfast. Jon put his causa on ready for his business get together, and he told me to bear just shoes and one of my thin, cotton plant dress. The one that has a scoop front line, no sleeves and big armholes. I sometimes have trouble keeping the straps on my shoulders in that one.

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

We got the power train to Embankment station then got on the R-2 credit line. The first bit was only a couple of stations and I sat opposite a new 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 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 well-nigh adult female do, Jon won't let me.

As we got on the train at Embankment Jon told me to remain firm near door and oblige onto one of those leather strap that hang down. I'm not very tall and I have to stretch to get through. My dress 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 face 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 get going off with, except that I was getting a bit excited anticipating what might happen. After about 3 or 4 Stations of the Cross the train got busier. I'd watched one young man stare at me as he got on, and he stood close down to me watching my trivial entrust titty wobble a bit as the train rattled along.

Things got a bit more interesting at the next station, the great unwashed poured in, and I began to feel like a sard. A match of other men were looking at me as well. I couldn't move and there was a man pressed up against my spinal column, and another in battlefront of me. He was facing me and bent 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 breeze and the excitement was keeping them hard ).

After a minute or so I felt a hand on my right thigh, just gently at low, but when the proprietor was confident that I wasn't going to scream or something, the hand started moving up under my wearing apparel. It went all the way up to my waist, and then had a little feel round. I guess that he was trying to come up some knickers.

The manus then moved rhythm to my bum and the eubstance that had been pressing into my dorsum, wasn't any more. My in good order ass cheek got squeezed before the hand drifted down between my legs to my pussy. Just as it got there, the gear stopped at a post and the hand disappeared. People got off, and mass got on ; but the train wasn't any the less crowded. The man in forepart of me was still looking down my dress, the man behind me was still there, and another man was stood at my entrust looking through the armhole of my dress. With all that attending from men that I'd never seen before, and never spoken to, I was very excited - to say the least.

As the train started to move off, I felt the deal again. This prison term it went straight between my legs to my puss. There was a moment's intermission when the owner found out how wet I was, or was it because the paw found the two piddling gold ring in my snatch lip. Whatever, the interruption was only for a import before the digit found my clitoris then went inside me.

I moaned a bit then looked up at the man in front of me. We made eye touch 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 move in response to the stimulation. I closed my heart to just enjoy the sensations and was biting my undersurface lip when I opened my eyes again to see the case of the man in movement of me. He had a puzzled formula on his face and was sniffing the air. I sniffed and realised that he smelt my purulent juices. I felt a bit embarrassed and proud, both at the same time.

The fingers were just getting me close to cumming when the gear slowed and stopped at the next post. The finger stopped moving, but didn't go out of me. Instead I felt his hand grip voice of my right brass and harbor me there.

Again people got off and on, and it was still crowded, neither the man in front of me, nor the one tush had moved. As the train started to move off I looked up and down the carriage. Although there was a crowd where I was, there was plenty of space in the relief of the passenger car. There were even some justify seats not far away.

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

The fingers got working again and it wasn't long before my orgasm arrived. I tried to dampen my moaning, but I wasn't that good at it. The man in front line of me knew what was happening and had a big grin on his nerve. As the wave hit me I leaned forward a bit and my tummy felt what was probably the man's hard-on. I did desire to make in between us and squeeze it, but I thought I 'd better not.

The fingers in my pussycat knew I'd cum but were still going in and out. They kept going even when the train stopped in the next place, and shortly after that I came for a irregular time. That time I did get by to stop any disturbance escaping from my oral fissure, 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 hand withdrew.

The geartrain pulled into another station and I suddenly realised that both men had gone. I was alone, but a few citizenry were looking at me. I did a quick tab and my dress was still covering my pussy, ass and tits - just. So they were either looking at my pegleg ( some of them hoping my attire 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 adjacent station. There some noisy younker got on and started fooling around where I was. A couplet of them were looking at me. One moved close to me and lifted the presence of my dress."Nice pussy ”, he said as another of them took some involvement in me. One of them said,"Let's have a look at your tits then."When I didn't move he said,"O.K. then, I'll get them out for you."With that he put a bridge player inside the armholes of my clothes and pulled it into the midsection of my chest. Both my piddling chest were out. Another of them said,"Bloody infernal region, look at those nipples."( Well, they were rock heavy from the breeze and the excitement ).

Next, another of them lifted the hem of my dress 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 oculus of the tallest of the young person he said,"I think that's enough fun for this morning valet. The lady's getting a bit scared ; and none of us want any worry, DO WE ?"

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

No one at that end of the stroller said a intelligence. All eyes were looking at us. It seemed like time of day, but it must get only been a minute before the string stopped at the next station. When the room access 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 breast start to displace back over my breasts. Just round a corner off the political platform, Jon stopped and asked me if I was all decent. 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 future to him. A brace of Stations later he told me that that was his station for his group meeting. Giving me my handbag out of his briefcase, he told me to stay 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 ramification to a Cy Young woman who sat opposite me and just stared at my pussy when she realised she could see it.

Walking out of the Underground at Piccadilly Circus, the warmly sunshine and the bustle of people made me finger good. I didn't want to go back to the hotel way, and anyway, I was hungry.

Quite close to the hotel entrance is a Burger King ; I decided to own a burger. I got it then looked for a tabular array. There were none liberal downstairs, so I went upstairs. When I got there I saw that there are 2 levels of table. The story of the upper grade at the front of the eating place is about at the height of the tables at the down level. On the bound of the upper level is a railing with not very wide-cut steel bars. tabular array are right up to the railing on both upper and lower level. The end issue is that mortal sat at a table on the humiliated spirit level has their oral sex at articulatio genus level of soul sat at a table on the amphetamine spirit level.

It took me only seconds to agnise that it was a halcyon chance for me to twinkle my cunt at people on the humbled level.

There wasn't a table at the sharpness of the pep pill 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 mates did end up and I moved in. I looked down and saw that there was a Edward Young twosome on the board below me. Unfortunately I was facing the womanhood, 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 ramification so I sat down in a very un-lady like manor. My knees were wide of the mark apart as my bum hit the seat. Pretending to open my bag of splintering, I glanced down and saw that he was having a good look. His head 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 feeding and not turning my fountainhead his way. He must take 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 notice 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 immersion 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 burger, flake and Coke. I was surprised that I didn't get thrown out. In that sentence I flashed one teenage girl, one middle-aged man and young female penis of stave who came to 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 bit, and then went away. I was one-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 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 Summers, she runs a chain of shops and place parties. All selling items to make peoples sex life more than interesting.

The dry land storey part of the shop wasn't very interest, but downstairs they have deal of dildos, leather corset, whips 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 hook and was having a look at how it was made when the male shop helper told me that I could try it on if I liked. At first off I said,"No, its'all right,"but as soon as I'd said it I changed my thinker and said,"Can I please, where's the changing room ?"

The changing room is a cubicle at the back of the workshop. It has a big curtain 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 little wearing apparel when the curtain opened and the man said,"pauperism any avail ?"I was a bit galvanize, and after a few secondment of looking at each other, I said,"No thank you,"and pulled the curtain closed.

Once I finally got the outfit on I looked at myself in the petty mirror. It didn't fit me well. It was obviously made for a woman with big tit. Mine were lost in there and the material just hung off my bureau. The annulus constituent was skilful ; I liked the bed of lace that made the black skirt go out at quite an angle. I knew that Jon would wish the skirt ; it only just covered my bum and pussy.

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

In the main area of the shop there was the male person assistant, a couple of giggling. senior teenage young lady and a couple in their early 1920s. As I walked out the shop class assistant pointed to the mirror that was at the other slope of the store. I'd have to excrete all the people to get there. The couple saw me showtime and watched me go by. Then the miss. They stopped giggling and stared as I stood in figurehead of the mirror and smoothed the fabric down. As I turned from side to side, to see myself from all angles, I could see the twain and female child in the mirror. They were still looking at me.

I decided to bend over a bit to reckon at the doll at the front. This meant that it rode up my backside giving them a salutary purview of my ass. succeeding I turned to look them then looked back over my shoulder, into the mirror to see that back of the garb. That showed them my cunt and proved that I wasn't wearing a thong.

The shop supporter came over and asked what I thought. Grabbing the front of the top part, I pulled it out and down off my tits."It's not very serious,"I said,"it's been made for someone who's got a lot more than up top that I have."“ Ah, yes, I can see that. How about a nanny turnout ?"

I declined the offer and went and got changed. When I got out, I gave the helper the amah's kit and left. As I walked up the stairs to the ground floor I was followed by the 2 girls. I heard one of them say,"face, 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 twain of workingman in a hole in the road. It was my fault 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 behind got 20 slaps for not being there when he got back.

Jon took me to the theatre and a repast that night. I didn't think that much of the play, but the food was good. Before we went out, Jon told me to convey my towel to the shower elbow room. It was a purposeless naked paseo as no one saw me.

The naked walk of life that I took later that dark wasn't wasted. The quantity of wine-coloured that I had with the meal made me a bit braver and when Jon told me to go and get him a coke from the automobile near the face lift, 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 bag and went out into the corridor. As soon as I turned the first of all recession I saw this elderly duet walking towards me. The formulation on their faces was capital, 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 spoke in first."Doing it for a dare."I said."Oh, properly then."The old man said.

I made it to the coke 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 explore a bit and went a different way. The fervour of being naked in an almost populace 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 danger.

The level 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 doorway to the lifts. There must get been over a dozen of them, all about 15 or 16 and both son and girls. ‘ 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 girl had a shocked saying on her face, and was holding a hand over her mouthpiece as she stared at me. I felt good.

At the aerodynamic lift, I decided to go up the trading floor in the rise rather than use the step. The exhilaration of not knowing who might be in the lift when the doors opened was getting my pussy excited.

It seemed to pack geezerhood for the lift to derive, and when the threshold opened there was a pair about my age in there. He stared and kept staring with a blank face, but her surprisal 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 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 time Jon wanted to beguile an early train so it was a quickly flair to the toilet and shower. I did it with my towel over my arm, and the solely individual I saw was a girlfriend member 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 escalator before him. He then held up the queue for a instant before stepping out of the way. When I turned round to see where Jon was, there was a gap of about 8 hollow stairs, then a man staring straight up my clothes. When I was facing upwards he must have see my ass, and when I turned to look for Jon he must have seen my pussy. I saw him lick his sass. 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 little tripper to Greater London went. I have other escapade that Jon's told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to issue all of them on my web page as and when he's read them and is happy with them.

beloved

Vanessa