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Hi, my figure is genus Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound trope with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my deadening cosmos 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 conclusion to hit 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 have it away what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life was so dingy and boring. Even the consultation for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to alter my biography 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 sprightliness, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my Journal you will let out that my family relationship with Jon is rather different to that of virtually employee and employer, but I have easily come to gain that I have a animation that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life and all the little dangerous undertaking that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a trivial bit of hairsbreadth that grows on my wooden leg, I have no body hairsbreadth below my cervix. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with belittled ( ish ), pert breasts that have minuscule aureoles and giant nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a squeamish firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussy sassing I have 2 little Au rings 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 little round head. Jon sometimes calls it my petty dick. I don't own any brassiere, knickers, trouser, leggings or shorts ; and 90 % of my chick and garb 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 great thrill from letting other people see my body.

I hope that's enough to meet the mass who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would wish to e-mail me with particular 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 worry experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the cyberspace looking for ideas for little adventures or incidents that we could manufacture 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 exchangeable to some of the adventure that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At starting time I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that mortal thought our adventure were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

The dangerous undertaking I'm about to account happened in the summer of 2000. The main section of the escapade took billet on the John Griffith Chaney 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 London Underground in my daybook, but although this adventure is alike, it was on a different occasion. Jon enjoyed the first prison term so practically ( so did I ) that he took me back for a second go.

The London Underground

Jon sprung yet another surprise on me when he came home from study one Tuesday night and told me that he had a commercial enterprise encounter in capital of the United Kingdom the succeeding day. He'd decided to take me to London with him and leave me to fend for myself while he went to the coming together, but have a bit of fun with me before and afterwards. We quickly packed a bag and caught the 7 something gearing.

The journey down wasn't anything peculiar and there were very few people on the caravan. Jon had booked us into the trustee palace Hotel at Piccadilly Circus. It's not the adept of hotels, but you can't get much more central without it costing you a luck ( and Jon was paying, not his business ).

The room that Jon booked doesn't have an en entourage john. I was a petty defeated until Jon told me that his option was deliberate so that I could take the air around the corridors wearing only a towel, and then let it go down off ‘ accidentally ’.

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

Jon woke me up at 6 o'clock the next sunrise 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 physical structure it was only just long enough to cover my breasts and bum ; and it was only just long enough to wrap over and tuck in. Not only would it postulate very trivial for it to un-tuck and lessen off, when I put one leg in strawman of me the unit of my side up passed my waist was showing.

The building is sorting of triangular with flake going off. You can walk round the corridor and get back to your room without turning back on yourself. I hadn't needed to go to the loo the dark before so I didn't know where I was going. I didn't get far before I had to open a fervour door and the inevitable happened. Unfortunately there wasn't anyone around to see my nakedness.

I eventually found a Lady loo and had a pee. Feeling a bit brave I decided to walk back to our room with the towel in my hired hand. Unfortunately I must have been too ahead of time and never saw anyone. Jon told me I was a ‘ effective girl'when I got back to our way, and told me to go again in an hour.

I looked out of the windowpane and was disappointed that there wasn't much of a view, and the building reverse looked a bit of a dump. It turned out that it was the back of some posh shops in Regent Street. They obviously didn't care what the rear looked like.

About 20 min later Jon decided that he wanted a drink of blow. There wasn't a mini bar in the elbow room so I grabbed the towel and volunteered to go and get him one ( I'd seen a blow machine near the heave ).

The corridor was deserted again, and all was quiet when I put the money in the political machine. As I was bent over getting the can I heard a man say,"Very gracious beloved, can you just stay like that for a spell please ?"I was surprised, jumped up and turned unit of ammunition. This middle-aged man as stood there with a suitcase in his hired man. I put my vacuous 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 value to make you jumping, it's just that I was admiring your beautiful rear end."

He looked a courteous 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 elbow room. As I was walking away from him I heard him say,"Very skillful my love !"

one-half an hour later Jon said it was meter for a shower. He wrapped a towel one shot his waist and told me to put my towel on. As we walked down the corridor I could get wind one or two multitude moving around. Just as we started turning one of the nook, 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 amah delivering breakfasts. She was looking at us with a grin on her face. Knowing that Jon wouldn't mind, I stood up and grabbed his towel. It came off as I said,"Two can play at that game."The maidservant's centre opened wide and her jaw dropped as she saw Jon's bald cock. She just stared as Jon said,"Right then, wait until I get keep back 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 round the turning point. Her face was a painting.

Round the box, 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 way was uneventful and we got dressed and went for breakfast. Jon put his suit on ready for his business organization meeting, and he told me to bust just shoes and one of my thin, cotton dresses. The one that has a soap front, no arm and big armholes. I sometimes have trouble keeping the shoulder strap on my berm in that one.

After breakfast we went for a ride on the Underground. The weather is always warmer in London than in bowler, but it was a bit refreshing out. My nipples were letting everyone know that it was overbold. When we went into the metro it was quite blowy as well. A duet of times I could feel my dress blowing up.

We got the geartrain to Embankment post then got on the Circle blood line. The first bit was only a duet of Stations of the Cross and I sat opposite a young man who I could see was looking at me over the top of his newspaper. Not wanting to let down him I slowly opened my legs so that he could see my kitty-cat. 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 diary will know that I never cross my legs like most adult female do, Jon won't let me.

As we got on the train at Embankment Jon told me to tolerate near room access and hold onto one of those leather strap that hang down. I'm not very tall and I have to stretch to reach. My dress hemline got even higher on the side of meat where my arm was stretched up. Because my dress is baggy, and has very big scooped armholes, anyone looking at my side that has my arm up would be able to see all of that bosom, 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 happen. After about 3 or 4 post the train got busier. I'd watched one young man stare at me as he got on, and he stood closelipped to me watching my little forget breast tilt a bit as the wagon train rattled along.

things got a bit more worry at the succeeding post, the great unwashed poured in, and I began to feel like a pilchard. A couple of early men were looking at me as well. I couldn't move and there was a man pressed up against my back, and another in front of me. He was facing me and deflect back a bit so that his look wasn't in mine. When I looked up at him he smiled and continued looking down my frock at my nipples ( the breeze and the turmoil was keeping them strong ).

After a minute or so I felt a hand on my flop thigh, just gently at first, but when the possessor was surefooted that I wasn't going to holler or something, the hand started moving up under my dress. It went all the way up to my waistline, and then had a little tactile property round. I guess that he was trying to find some knickers.

The hand then moved bout to my bum and the physical structure that had been pressing into my backrest, wasn't any more. My properly ass cheek got squeezed before the hired man drifted down between my legs to my pussycat. Just as it got there, the train stopped at a station and the bridge player disappeared. people got off, and citizenry got on ; but the train wasn't any the less crowded. The man in battlefront of me was still looking down my attire, the man behind me was still there, and another man was stood at my depart looking through the armhole of my dress. With all that care from men that I'd never seen before, and never spoken to, I was very shake - to say the least.

As the train started to impress off, I felt the hand again. This meter it went straight between my peg to my pussy. There was a moment's break when the owner found out how wet I was, or was it because the hand found the two little gold rings in my cunt lips. Whatever, the pause was only for a second before the fingers found my clit then went inside me.

I moaned a bit then looked up at the man in front 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 rosehip started to incite in response to the stimulation. I closed my eye to just savour the mavin and was biting my ass lip when I opened my eyes again to see the font of the man in front of me. He had a puzzled expression on his face and was sniffing the air. I sniffed and realised that he smelt my cunt juice. I felt a bit stymy and proud, both at the Sami time.

The finger's breadth were just getting me close to cumming when the power train slowed and stopped at the next post. The fingers stopped moving, but didn't go out of me. Instead I felt his hand grip parting of my right impudence and hold me there.

Again people got off and on, and it was still crowded, neither the man in forepart of me, nor the one fundament had moved. As the railroad train started to move off I looked up and down the carriage. Although there was a crowd where I was, there was tidy sum of space in the rest of the carriage. There were even some unloosen seats not far away.

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

The fingers got working again and it wasn't long before my orgasm arrived. I tried to choke my moaning, but I wasn't that ripe at it. The man in front of me knew what was happening and had a big smile on his face. As the waves hit me I leaned forward a bit and my abdomen felt what was probably the man's hard-on. I did need to reach in between us and squeeze it, but I thought I 'd better not.

The finger's breadth in my kitty knew I'd cum but were still going in and out. They kept going even when the train stopped in the following station, and shortly after that I came for a sec time. That meter I did manage to stop any noise escaping from my mouth, 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 buttocks as the 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 dress was still covering my twat, ass and nipple - just. So they were either looking at my legs ( some of them hoping my dress would go just that bit high-pitched ) ; 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 next place. There some noisy youthfulness got on and started fooling around where I was. A couple of them were looking at me. One moved close to me and lifted the front end of my apparel."Nice pussy ”, he said as another of them took some interestingness in me. One of them said,"Let's have a look at your tits then."When I didn't motility 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 middle of my bureau. Both my petty white meat were out. Another of them said,"Bloody infernal region, look at those nipples."( Well, they were shake hard from the breeze and the turmoil ).

Next, another of them lifted the hem of my dress up above my waist and said,"Nice ass and slit 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 youths he said,"I think that's enough fun for this morning gentlemen. The lady's getting a bit scared ; and none of us want any trouble, DO WE ?"

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

No one at that end of the stroller said a word. All oculus were looking at us. It seemed wish 60 minutes, but it must have only been a mo before the train stopped at the adjacent place. When the threshold 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 parting of my clothes presence start to move back over my bosom. Just round a recession off the political platform, Jon stopped and asked me if I was all right. I told him that I was a bit scare, but yes, I was all right.

We got the next train and Jon sat me down adjacent to him. A couple of Stations 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 geartrain 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 practically fun. I opened my ramification to a Lester Willis Young woman who sat opposite me and just stared at my twat when she realised she could see it.

Walking out of the Underground at Piccadilly Circus, the tender sunshine and the bustle of citizenry made me feel estimable. I didn't want to go back to the hotel room, and anyway, I was hungry.

Quite close to the hotel entree is a hamburger Martin Luther King Jr. ; I decided to cause a burger. I got it then looked for a table. 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 berth level at the front of the restaurant is about at the meridian of the board at the lower level. On the bound of the upper storey is a railing with not very wide-cut brand stripe. Tables are right up to the rail on both upper berth and downcast level. The end final result is that someone sat at a board on the glower stage has their promontory at knee horizontal surface of somebody sat at a table on the upper grade.

It took me only seconds to understand that it was a gilt opportunity for me to flash my cunt at people on the lowly level.

There wasn't a table at the edge of the upper grade gratis when I first got there, so I went to a free tabular array near where I thought someone would be finishing soon. A few minutes later the couplet did finish and I moved in. I looked down and saw that there was a young couple on the tabular array below me. Unfortunately I was facing the cleaning lady, 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 leg so I sat down in a very un-lady like manor house. My stifle were across-the-board apart as my bum hit the seat. Pretending to open my bag of chips, I glanced down and saw that he was having a good flavour. His head was about a foot from my stifle and it was easy for him to search over and see all the way up to my pussy.

I sat there slowly feeding and not turning my head his way. He must have 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 placard 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 compactness 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 hr to land up that beefburger, chips and coke. I was surprised that I didn't get thrown out. In that fourth dimension I flashed one teenage lady friend, one middle-aged man and Pres Young female fellow member of faculty who came to make clean up the board 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 manager to get and discombobulate me out, but no one came.

Eventually I got bored and decided to go for a paseo. 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 string of workshop and house party. All selling detail to work masses sex life Sir Thomas More interesting.

The ground base part of the shop wasn't very interesting, but downstairs they have lots of dildos, leather corsets, whiplash and aphrodisiacal clothes. After feeling the grain of some of the dildos, I saw a French people Maid's outfit. I thought it was quite cunning. I lifted it off the crotchet and was having a look at how it was made when the male shop supporter 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 thinker and said,"Can I please, where's the changing room ?"

The changing room is a stall at the vertebral column of the shop. It has a big curtain for a door. Inside, my dress was off in indorsement and I stood there au naturel. I was just working out how to get into the little clothes when the mantle opened and the man said,"Need any help ?"I was a bit start, and after a few moment of looking at each other, I said,"No thank you,"and pulled the pall closed.

Once I finally got the kit on I looked at myself in the little mirror. It didn't fit me well. It was obviously made for a charwoman with big chest. Mine were lost in there and the material just hung off my chest. The skirt theatrical role was good ; I liked the layer of lacing that made the black skirt go out at quite an slant. I knew that Jon would like the skirt ; it only just covered my bum and pussy.

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

In the master area of the shop class there was the male assistant, a mates of giggling. older teenage girls and a twain in their early twenties. As I walked out the shop supporter pointed to the mirror that was at the former side of the shop. I'd have to pass all the people to get there. The duad saw me first and watched me go by. Then the fille. They stopped giggling and stared as I stood in front of the mirror and smoothed the material down. As I turned from side to side, to see myself from all angles, I could see the couple and miss in the mirror. They were still looking at me.

I decided to flex over a bit to reckon at the chick at the social movement. This meant that it rode up my backside giving them a good eyeshot of my ass. following I turned to face them then looked back over my shoulder joint, into the mirror to see that back of the dress. That showed them my cunt and proved that I wasn't wearing a thong.

The workshop supporter came over and asked what I thought. Grabbing the front of the top region, I pulled it out and down off my mamilla."It's not very adept,"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 Nurses outfit ?"

I declined the offering 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 floor I was followed by the 2 young woman. I heard one of them say,"Look, 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 match of working person in a yap in the road. It was my error for standing so close to the sharpness of the hole.

When I finally made it back to the hotel, Jon was already in the room. My rump got 20 slaps for not being there when he got back.

Jon took me to the theatre and a meal that nighttime. I didn't think that much of the play, but the food was safe. Before we went out, Jon told me to carry my towel to the shower way. It was a macerate nude walk as no one saw me.

The nude walk of life that I took later that nighttime wasn't wasted. The measure of wine 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 machine near the lifts, 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 purse and went out into the corridor. As soon as I turned the first corner I saw this aged couple walking towards me. The grammatical construction on their faces was expectant, 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 maiden."Doing it for a dare."I said."Oh, right then."The old man said.

I made it to the C auto 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 elbow room.

I decided to research a bit and went a different way. The excitement of being naked in an almost populace spot where I could get caught at any moment was getting my pussy tingling again.

I came to a set of step and decided to go down a trading floor. That would increase the peril.

The storey below was deserted when I stepped out of the stairwell. I was about half way to the lift when a totally group of adolescent came out of the door to the rhytidoplasty. There must have been over a dozen of them, all about 15 or 16 and both male child and missy. ‘ 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 shocked expression on her brass, and was holding a hand over her mouth as she stared at me. I felt good.

At the elevation, I decided to go up the trading floor in the lift rather than use the step. The excitement of not knowing who might be in the lift when the door opened was getting my twat excited.

It seemed to learn eld for the lift to add up, and when the doors opened there was a dyad about my age in there. He stared and kept staring with a clean face, but her surprisal turned to a big smiling."daring or a bet ?"she said."Dare."I said as I walked in. I stood facing them as the cosmetic surgery went up the floor. As I walked out she said,"Bye, hope it was deserving it."“ Oh it was !"I said as I walked back to our room.

Next morning Jon wanted to catch an early train so it was a quick dash to the sewer and shower. I did it with my towel over my arm, and the lonesome mortal I saw was a girl fellow member of faculty 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 second before stepping out of the way. When I turned round to see where Jon was, there was a gap of about 8 abandon stairs, then a man staring straight up my dress. 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 lips. 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 slight trip to British capital 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 pages as and when he's translate them and is happy with them.

Love

Vanessa