Introduction

Hi, my epithet is Vanessa. I was born in Dec 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my ho-hum existence in a little town in North wale and went to exploit as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the Orient Midlands of England. It was a dauntless decision to take in as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine 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 postulate to do something because my liveliness was so drab and boring. Even the audience for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to modify my life 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 land site that it is published on.

If you care to scan my Journal you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to recognise that I have a life that just could not be more fulfill or pleasurable. I love my life-time and all the slight adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a slight bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no body hairsbreadth below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert breasts that have lowly aureoles and giant pap. When they're firmly Jon says they're like chapel hat rowlock. I have a dainty firm, flat abdomen with a pubic pearl that does stick out a bit. In my kitty-cat mouth I have 2 little Au annulus that Jon put in me. My button is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my back talk. It's about an inch long with a short labialize foreland. Jon sometimes calls it my piddling dick. I don't own any bra, knickers, pant, leging or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and garb can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy young woman, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a cracking thrill from letting other 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 specific questions.

Jon told me to break off writing my daybook 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 ideas for little risky venture 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 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 first I was a bit get at about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were good enough to imitate. I've started thinking that way as well.

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

Ski Trip

The first 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 time because I needed something to prevent me warm. When he did assure me I had ruffle feelings. On the one hand I'd never been skiing before and was a bit uneasy. I've never really been the literal sporty type. On the early 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 concern about the cold. As any of you who have read my Journal will know, I don't wear much wear, and I had visions of newspaper publisher newspaper headline to the effect of, ‘ Edward Young girl found frozen to end buried in snow wearing zilch but a mini dress ’.

Jon soon put my mind to roost on the last bit when he started looking at skisuits and thermic underwear for me. He picked 3 skisuits and told me to try them on. I'd gone out wearing knee duration rush, a dress and a coat, and nada else. I needed the coat because the conditions was bad.

To try the skisuits on I had to take 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 curtain across. Not the best of curtains either.

I didn't take long to unclothe off and I was pulling the trouser part of a red wooing 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 couple 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 trouser part over my bottom and I'm not sure if he saw my cunt or not. He certainly saw my breasts 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 know 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 a lot of my body ; and it was fond in there as well. Jon told me to go and have got a look at myself in a mirror so I went out into the main office 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 kiosk and couldn't close the drape because Jon was leaning against the wall trapping the curtain. I looked at Jon and he said,"ejaculate on, we haven't got all day."So I took the courting off. The man who watched me put it on also watched me convey it off, so did the other man. When it was off I turned to ask Jon which courting I should try next. This gave my looker a full frontal sentiment of me. My pussy started to prickle. As Jon answered I looked over at the men and smiled. One of them grinned.

Jon told me to try the blue angel skisuit on succeeding so I turned and lifted it of the hook. 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 branch and saw that the men were still watching. My pussy was getting wet.

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

I went through the same routine to try the 3rd case on ( green one ), and had an hearing all of the time. The 3rd wooing fitted even estimable 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 crotch.

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

Next was the ski charge, Jon had no intent of buying any, but he wanted me to try some on for 2 ground. Firstly he wanted to know what size I would need, and secondly he wanted one of the offspring sales event assistants to get a hard-on looking at my cunt as he helped me.

Jon decided on the shuffling and trend of boot and asked the young assistant to mensurate my animal foot. I sat down with my knees together and coat wide open up. My poor garb let almost of my second joint show, and as soon as the untried man got down on his knee I knew that he'd seen my bald pubes. His face went red. As the man fumbled with the measurer I let my knee joint constituent a few inches. All the sentence the man kept looking up my skirt and by then he'd be able to see the top of my slit. I kept the better bit until he brought the iron heel out and helped me put them on. I slouched down in the professorship and let my legs move about as the bang went on. His face was telling me everything. poor people man, he had trouble concentrating on the iron heel 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 tighten the boots. It wasn't complicated ; it's just that I wanted him to go along looking at me.

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

Amazingly, and unfortunately, the first set of iron boot fitted me well so Jon took the size and thanked the man for his assistant."No problem,"he said,"happy to have helped you."I bet he was.

Jon sorted out some thermals, drogue, baseball mitt and goggles and we went to the sales event counterpunch. We put them all on the replication and a unlike assistant 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 genitalia he saw that it was all wet. He looked inside and saw some of my milky 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 bother ; 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 ass trying them on. Jon just made sure that the one that we bought had a big stumblebum of material where the 4 pieces of material met.

We left rest home the next weekend with me feeling uncomfortable wearing the denim and a jumper under my coat. At least the jeans rubbed my pussy a bit as I walked. Jon told me to take a couple of frock, but didn't know if I'd get the chance to wear them.

The sheet journey was uneventful and the coach trip-up 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 morning Jon was up early and he opened the bedroom window to let some refreshing air in. It certainly was fresh. 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 scenery was fantastic, it was a bright brighten day and I could see the overseas telegram car going up the mountains. There was also at least 2 feet of C. P. Snow on the ceiling of the buildings. I'd never actually seen snow that cryptical before.

After breakfast Jon was tidal bore to get to the shop where we hired boots and skis. Jon took me up to the top of the first cable length car ride then found my ski schooltime grouping for me. He told me that he'd see me back in the hotel later that 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 near of the week going down the red and the Shirley Temple runs. I spent nearly of the hebdomad in ski schooltime. It was fun, I did enjoy myself, but I got quite a few ache, pains and contusion.



rachis at the hotel that evening we discovered the hotel swimming pool and sports / leisure kernel. The swimming puddle was just off the response domain and only has one belittled changing room. There are a couple of changing cubicles, but they are so small that everyone gets changed in the open area.

Fortunately Jon had told me to take my bathing suit with me, but the pool water was cold. Each night before dinner Jon told me to wait in reception until I saw a man going for a swim. I then had to wait a couple of minutes to give him time to start getting changed, and then follow him in. I then had to make believe sure that he saw everything as I stripped and struggled ( deliberately ) to put my slender ovalbumin Lycra bathing costume on. I then had to plunk in the pocket billiards and make certain that he saw my big nipples trying to burst out of the swimwear.

After that I had to get out and hang up around in the changing area ( naked ) in the Hope that someone else would come in. solitary twice did I manage to open soul a appearance when I got out and dressed.

From there I had to go and join Jon in the leisure time inwardness. Jon told me that the sign that was just after the changing room said that clothes were forbidden beyond that point ; and everyone was naked. There was a sauna, a steam room, a Jacuzzi, an extremely cold plunge puddle, a couple of relaxation expanse and a massage room.

We went into the leisure time centre every night and for quite a bit of that time I was the solitary female in there. I spent most of the time in there feeling the heart of the men staring at me. It was nice. I don't suppose that me lying on the sun mope with my pes on the ground at either side did anything to discourage them either.

Neither of us went skiing on the Midweek. It was a day of rest that we both needed. In the dawn we wandered around the Greenwich Village and found a public swimming pool. We went back to the hotel for our costumes and spent the good afternoon there.

I was amazed by the number of people there, you could hardly act in some section. The changing expanse was fun, what Jon tells me is typical mainland EEC with some little stall and one big open area. speculation where I spent a lot of time pretending to get dressed and strip down. Jon left me to it most of the time, but after I got changed for the third clip in 2 hours he came after me and fucked me in one of the cubicles.

At one slope of the primary syndicate ( which was quite affectionate ) there is an exit where you can swim to a fiddling kitty outside. There you can sit with just your head above the very warm body of water with steam rising around you. There's a bigger consortium that was frozen over and had thick C. P. Snow on it. We watched 3 multitude get out and roster in the C. P. Snow. constituent of another little pool next to the warm bit had had the ice broken on it and we watched one mad man go for a straightaway swim in it. Jon decided that I should have a go. I got out of the ardent bit and was standing shivering on the boundary of the icy bit trying to pick up enough courage to spring in when Jon pushed me in. It was only about 10 invertebrate foot retentive, but Jon made me swim to the other end and vertebral column before getting back into the warm bit

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

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

Jon told me to bust one of the dresses I'd taken. It was the only clock time I wore a attire that week, and I was the only if woman there wearing one ( petty did they know what I wasn't wearing underneath ). All the others ( including the staff ) were wearing pant. 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 gracious meal. I think I had a bit too lots local beer afterwards and I fell over walking out. I didn't see if anyone saw my can and twat when I was down, or getting up, but some people must have done. Jon helped me up and up to the room where he took his pleasure 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 match of blue and one red run. Nearly at the keister 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 min Jon told me to reave. Stupidly, I said,"What ?"and he had to reduplicate 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 ardent, but everything else was cold. My nipple were hard as I bent over his genu and counted the 20 slap with his hand. After that he told me to sit in the nose candy to cool my backside and kitty. That was inhuman.

A couple of minutes later he told me to get up and lay on my back on the workbench. I then had to put my branch straight up in the air and open them wide. He looked at my puss for a mo the opened his skisuit and fucked me. As he was thrusting in and out I could hear the former 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 glad I didn't have to put them on again.

We went home the succeeding 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 loft and I doubt that it will get used until ( and if ) Jon takes me skiing again.

I still have a few former experiences that Jon has told me to document, and there's bound to be more as time goes on. I'm sure Jon will get me to publish them on my web Page as and when he's read them and is well-chosen with them.

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