Introduction

Hi, my gens is genus Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound name with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a piffling town in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the eastward Midland of England. It was a brave determination to stool as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertizing in a BDSM cartridge holder that individual had left in the hairstylist where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life was so drab and boring. Even the audience for the job was unbelievable, but I was so do-or-die 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 pen a diary of my new life, and he has since created a web website that it is published on.

If you care to read my Journal you will distinguish that my relationship with Jon is rather dissimilar to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or enjoyable. I love my life and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair's-breadth that grows on my legs, I have no body hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small-scale ( ish ), impertinent breasts that have small aura and giant nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice house, flavourless stomach with a pubic ivory that does flummox out a bit. In my kitty-cat lips I have 2 little amber closed chain that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an in long with a piffling round head. Jon sometimes calls it my fiddling dick. I don't own any bras, knickers, trousers, leg covering or shorts ; and 90 % of my dame and dress can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy young lady, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a great kick from letting early citizenry see my body.

I hope that's enough to fill the multitude who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would care to e-mail 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 worry experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the cyberspace looking for ideas for niggling adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two storey that appear to be slightly rewritten copy 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 maiden I was a bit devil about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that individual thought our adventures were expert enough to replicate. I've started thinking that way as well.

The adventure I'm about to report happened in the summertime of 2000. The main character of the adventure took space 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 adventure that we had on the London subway in my Journal, but although this escapade is standardised, it was on a unlike function. Jon enjoyed the for the first time clock time so practically ( so did I ) that he took me back for a second go.

The John Griffith Chaney metro

Jon sprung yet another surprisal on me when he came home from body of work one Tuesday Nox and told me that he had a concern meeting in London the following day. He'd decided to require me to John Griffith Chaney with him and bequeath me to stand for myself while he went to the meeting, but have a bit of fun with me before and afterwards. We quickly packed a bag and caught the 7 something caravan.

The journey down wasn't anything special and there were very few citizenry on the train. Jon had booked us into the Regent Palace Hotel at Piccadilly circus. It's not the best of hotels, but you can't get much more central without it costing you a circumstances ( and Jon was paying, not his concern ).

The room that Jon booked doesn't have an en suite bath. I was a little discomfited until Jon told me that his pick was deliberate so that I could walk around the corridors wearing only a towel, and then let it fall off ‘ accidentally ’.

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

Jon woke me up at 6 o'clock the next break of day and told me to go for a pee. He gave me a towel to tire out that I hadn't seen before. When I wrapped it round my consistency it was only just long enough to cover my breasts and bum ; and it was only just long enough to twine over and tuck in. Not only would it take very minuscule for it to un-tuck and fall off, when I put one leg in front man of me the whole of my side up passed my shank was showing.

The building is sort of triangular with bite 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 open up 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 weather I decided to walk back to our room with the towel in my hand. Unfortunately I must have been too early and never saw anyone. Jon told me I was a ‘ good 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 edifice opposition looked a bit of a dump. It turned out that it was the back of some classy shops in Regent Street. They obviously didn't care what the back looked like.

About 20 minutes 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 coke machine near the face lifting ).

The corridor was deserted again, and all was tranquillise when I put the money in the motorcar. As I was bent over getting the can I heard a man say,"Very dainty honey, 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 hand. I put my hollow hand 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 to make you leap, it's just that I was admiring your beautiful back end end."

He looked a nice man so I pulled the towel off, said,"Well what do you believe 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 love !"

Half an minute later Jon said it was time for a shower. He wrapped a towel round his shank and told me to put my towel on. As we walked down the corridor I could hear one or two masses moving around. Just as we started turning one of the corners, 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 case. Knowing that Jon wouldn't mind, I stood up and grabbed his towel. It came off as I said,"Two can meet at that game."The maiden's center opened broad and her jaw dropped as she saw Jon's bald prick. She just stared as Jon said,"Right then, wait until I get go for 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 fill out the corner. Her face was a motion-picture show.

Round the street corner, a man in a dressing nightie 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 exhibitioner when another man came in, saw us, stared for a moment 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 manner of walking 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 wear just shoes and one of my thin, cotton garb. The one that has a scoop front, no arm and big armholes. I sometimes have bother keeping the strap on my shoulder in that one.

After breakfast we went for a ride on the Underground. The conditions is always warmer in Jack London than in Derby, but it was a bit fresh out. My nipple were letting everyone know that it was new. When we went into the tube it was quite breezy as well. A couple of times I could feel my dress blowing up.

We got the gear to Embankment station then got on the set credit line. The start bit was only a couple 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 cunt. Poor man went brightly red, but he kept looking. When we got up to go away I looked to see if he had a erection, but the composition was covering his lap.

Those of you who have read my Journal will love that I never cross my ramification like most charwoman do, Jon won't let me.

As we got on the train at Embankment Jon told me to stand near doorway and hold up onto one of those leather straps that hang down. I'm not very tall and I have to stretch to strive. My garb hemline got even higher on the position 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.

null much happened to protrude off with, except that I was getting a bit turn on anticipating what might happen. After about 3 or 4 stations the train got busier. I'd watched one Pres Young man stare at me as he got on, and he stood come together to me watching my little left white meat coggle a bit as the train rattled along.

Things got a bit more interesting at the next station, people poured in, and I began to find like a pilchard. A couple of other men were looking at me as well. I couldn't movement and there was a man pressed up against my rear, and another in movement of me. He was facing me and twist 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 walkover and the agitation was keeping them hard ).

After a minute or so I felt a helping hand on my justly second joint, just gently at first, but when the proprietor was convinced that I wasn't going to shout or something, the hand started moving up under my attire. It went all the way up to my waist, and then had a slight feel round. I guess that he was trying to find some knickers.

The hand then moved round to my bum and the body that had been pressing into my spine, wasn't any more. My rightfulness ass impertinence got squeezed before the hand drifted down between my legs to my kitty. Just as it got there, the geartrain stopped at a place and the bridge player disappeared. hoi polloi 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 result looking through the armhole of my 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 train started to propel off, I felt the helping hand again. This time it went straight between my ramification to my pussy. There was a moment's intermission when the owner found out how wet I was, or was it because the hand found the two little golden rings in my pussy lips. Whatever, the pause was only for a instant before the fingerbreadth found my clit then went inside me.

I moaned a bit then looked up at the man in social movement of me. We made eye contact so I smiled. I think I blushed a bit as well. The digit started to pump in and out of me and my coxa started to run in response to the stimulation. I closed my eyes to just revel the mavin and was biting my bottom lip when I opened my heart again to see the face of the man in strawman of me. He had a puzzled saying on his nerve and was sniffing the air. I sniffed and realised that he smelt my kitty-cat succus. I felt a bit embarrassed and lofty, both at the Saami time.

The fingers were just getting me close to cumming when the train slowed and stopped at the following place. The finger stopped moving, but didn't go out of me. Instead I felt his hand grip voice of my right cheek and hold me there.

Again the great unwashed got off and on, and it was still crowded, neither the man in social movement of me, nor the one behind had moved. As the caravan started to move off I looked up and down the pusher. Although there was a crowd where I was, there was batch of space in the eternal sleep of the passenger car. There were even some free 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 stifle my moaning, but I wasn't that adept at it. The man in straw man of me knew what was happening and had a big grin on his brass. As the moving ridge hit me I leaned forward a bit and my stomach felt what was probably the man's hard-on. I did want to reach in between us and wedge 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 string stopped in the succeeding station, and shortly after that I came for a secondly time. That time I did supervise to end any noise escaping from my lip, 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 hand withdrew.

The gearing pulled into another post 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 apparel was still covering my pussy, ass and tits - just. So they were either looking at my pegleg ( some of them hoping my wearing apparel would go just that bit mellow ) ; or they had been watching what was going on. I didn't guardianship which.

I stood there on my own as the caravan went on to the next station. There some noisy youths 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 line of my dress."Nice pussy ”, he said as another of them took some involvement in me. One of them said,"Let's have a looking at your tits then."When I didn't movement he said,"okey then, I'll get them out for you."With that he put a mitt inside the armholes of my clothes and pulled it into the centre of my chest of drawers. Both my fiddling boob were out. Another of them said,"Bloody Hades, tone at those nipples."( Well, they were rock voiceless from the breeze and the hullabaloo ).

Next, another of them lifted the hem of my dress up above my waistline and said,"Nice ass and kitty-cat 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 early days he said,"I think that's plenty fun for this morning man. The lady's getting a bit scare ; and none of us want any trouble, DO WE ?"

I think it was the surprise that somebody had stood up to them that shut them up, they just stood there. The juvenility who was holding my attire up round my waist let go of it. It fell back into office.

No one at that end of the carriage said a word. All eyes were looking at us. It seemed like minute, but it must have only been a minute before the train stopped at the next post. 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 dress front starting line to go back over my breasts. Just round a niche off the program, Jon stopped and asked me if I was all right. I told him that I was a bit mark, but yes, I was all right.

We got the next power train and Jon sat me down next to him. A couple of stations later he told me that that was his place for his confluence. Giving me my purse 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 of late afternoon.

The journey back wasn't anywhere near as a great deal fun. I opened my leg to a young cleaning lady who sat opposite me and just stared at my twat when she realised she could see it.

Walking out of the resistance at Piccadilly carnival, the warm sun 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 Warren E. Burger Billie Jean King ; I decided to deliver a burger. I got it then looked for a table. There were none unblock downstairs, so I went upstairs. When I got there I saw that there are 2 stratum of tables. The base of the upper point at the front of the restaurant is about at the height of the tables at the let down level. On the edge of the speed floor is a railing with not very wide blade ginmill. mesa are in good order up to the railing on both amphetamine and humble level. The end result is that person sat at a table on the low-down level has their oral sex at human knee horizontal surface of somebody sat at a table on the amphetamine level.

It took me only seconds to realise that it was a gilt opportunity for me to flash my snatch at masses on the lower level.

There wasn't a table at the bound of the amphetamine story free when I first got there, so I went to a free table near where I thought someone would be finishing soon. A few proceedings later the brace did finish and I moved in. I looked down and saw that there was a offspring couple on the board below me. Unfortunately I was facing the woman, 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 stifle were across-the-board apart as my bum hit the seat. Pretending to open my bag of bit, I glanced down and saw that he was having a good look. His head teacher was about a foot from my stifle and it was easy for him to look over and see all the way up to my pussy.

I sat there slowly eating and not turning my headland his way. He must have got had the impression that I didn't actualise 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 adult female was saying, and he was saying stupid matter when he thought he should be saying something. The charwoman 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 hour to eat up that Warren Burger, chips and coke. I was surprised that I didn't get thrown out. In that fourth dimension I flashed one teenage miss, one middle-aged man and young female penis of staff who came to scavenge 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 manager to come and fox 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 workshop, but only had some fun in one of them. An Ann Summers workshop. For those of you who have never heard of Ann summer, she runs a string of shops and menage parties. All selling detail to make peoples sex life to a greater extent interesting.

The ground floor parting of the shop wasn't very interesting, but downstairs they have lots of dildos, leather corsets, whips and sexy clothes. After feeling the texture of some of the dildos, I saw a French Maid's rig. I thought it was quite cute. I lifted it off the hook and was having a expression 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 mind and said,"Can I please, where's the changing room ?"

The changing elbow room is a carrel at the spinal column of the shop. It has a big pall for a door. Inside, my dress was off in s and I stood there au naturel. I was just working out how to get into the little dress when the mantle opened and the man said,"need any aid ?"I was a bit startled, and after a few second base of looking at each other, I said,"No thank you,"and pulled the drape closed.

Once I finally got the rig on I looked at myself in the little mirror. It didn't fit me well. It was obviously made for a woman with big breasts. Mine were lost in there and the stuff just hung off my breast. The skirt role was good ; I liked the layers of lace that made the disastrous chick go out at quite an slant. I knew that Jon would wish the doll ; it only just covered my bum and pussy.

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

In the briny region of the workshop there was the male assistant, a couple of giggling. Older teenage girls and a couple in their early twenties. As I walked out the shop assistant pointed to the mirror that was at the early side of meat of the shop. I'd have to pass all the people to get there. The dyad saw me foremost and watched me go by. Then the girls. 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 fille in the mirror. They were still looking at me.

I decided to bend over a bit to see at the skirt at the front. This meant that it rode up my backside giving them a good vista of my ass. adjacent I turned to look them then looked back over my berm, into the mirror to see that back of the frock. That showed them my pussy and proved that I wasn't wearing a thong.

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

I declined the whirl and went and got changed. When I got out, I gave the assistant the amah's outfit and left. As I walked up the stairs to the ground base I was followed by the 2 daughter. 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 couple of workmen in a trap in the road. It was my shift for standing so close to the border of the hole.

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

Jon took me to the theater of operations and a meal that night. I didn't think that much of the play, but the food was upright. Before we went out, Jon told me to conduct my towel to the cascade room. It was a atrophied naked walking as no one saw me.

The naked base on balls that I took later that night 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 coke from the simple machine near the raising, I didn't even think of putting any wearing apparel 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 firstly recession I saw this elderly couple walking towards me. The locution on their faces was with child, a bit of shock and astonishment. The lady's oral fissure finally closed when I got right up to them. I thought she was going to say something so I got my radius in first-class honours degree."Doing it for a dare."I said."Oh, right then."The old man said.

I made it to the snow automobile 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 search a bit and went a different way. The agitation of being naked in an almost public situation 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 flooring. That would increase the risk.

The story below was deserted when I stepped out of the stairwell. I was about half way to the lift when a whole grouping of stripling came out of the door to the lifts. There must have been over a dozen of them, all about 15 or 16 and both boys and girls. ‘ Sod it'I thought, and kept walking. When they saw me they started talking and laughing. They were not speaking side. Some of them stopped and stared as I walked right through the middle of them. I noticed that one of the lady friend had a shocked face on her look, and was holding a hand over her oral cavity as she stared at me. I felt good.

At the lifts, I decided to go up the floor in the heave rather than use the steps. The excitement of not knowing who might be in the lift when the doors opened was getting my pussycat excited.

It seemed to take ages for the rhytidectomy to descend, and when the door opened there was a mates about my age in there. He stared and kept staring with a blank face, but her surprise turned to a big grinning."Dare or a bet ?"she said."Dare."I said as I walked in. I stood facing them as the raise went up the floor. 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 catch an too soon train so it was a quick panache to the toilet and exhibitioner. I did it with my towel over my arm, and the exclusively person I saw was a girl member of stave delivering some breakfasts. She just stared at me.

Going out of the Underground at St. Pancras, Jon told me to get on the moving staircase before him. He then held up the waiting line 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 vacuous 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 work his sassing. At the top he said,"Hi, on your own ?"By that prison term Jon was there, he grabbed my arm and we went for the train.

Well, that's how our picayune trip to London went. I have early dangerous undertaking that Jon's told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to publish all of them on my web Thomas Nelson Page as and when he's interpret them and is happy with them.

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