Vanessa's Journal
Week commencing May 25
At work on the Thursday, I had 'flashed' 2 men and one young woman. Older women
just don't do anything for me at all.
Friday was a bad day and a good day. I got sacked at the end of the day. The
manager said that she didn't think I was suitable for the job. I think that she
was jealous of the attention that I got from some of the customers. The good
thing was that I had worn Ben all day, and it wouldn't surprise me if I had been
dripping my juices when I squatted-down in front of the only 2 customers (1
twice) that I served that day. One woman about my age, and a middle aged man.
The woman didn't buy any shoes, but came back about an hour later and tried-on
about 6 pairs. I kept getting glimpses of her knickers, and each time, the wet
patch was getting bigger. The man didn't know where to look. I got the
impression that he wanted to look, but felt as though he shouldn't. Poor man.
Jon wasn't worried that I had been sacked, and I'd certainly had some fun.
Saturday May 30
The most memorable event of that Saturday was in the Evening. Jon had me put on
just a T-shirt and shoes and took me to a swimming pool up the Motorway. All the
way there, I was thinking that I was sure that I hadn't seen him pack any swim
suites, just towels. As we walked into the entrance, I knew I was right, and why
we didn't need them, everyone was naked. There must have been over a hundred
naked people, all of different ages, men and women, boys and girls. I saw quite
a number of people who had also shaved their pubic hair off, and one woman with
metal rings in her labia, just like Kelly. There were some really gross looking
people. It was then that I realised that clothes were not just to keep us warm
and look 'pretty', they were there to cover the fat ugly lumps. I had to admire
some of those people, if I had a body like some of those, then I could NEVER
take my clothes off. Anyway, that apart, I found it a very relaxing, natural
evening. There was almost nothing sexual about it at all. Well, there wouldn't
have been except that I was wearing Ben, and that had caused my lips to be
swollen and open. I couldn't stop looking at the hundreds of cocks. I've never
seen so many, of every different shape and size.
It was so natural, swimming in the nude, and being able to relax doing it. The
last time Jon made me swim with no bottoms on, I was so nervous and excited, but
I suppose that that was the chance of being caught. The water-slides were fun,
all that water being forced, at speed, against my pussy.
On the way home, I told Jon that I had really enjoyed myself, and asked if we
could go again. Jon told me that we would, and that we would also go on other
Naturist events like walking, camping and holidays to warm places. This made me
really happy, and to show it, I asked him if I could, then I leaned over,
unzipped him and gave him a blow-job.
Sunday May 31
This day was very quiet, that was because I was tied-up (literally) for most of
the day. After breakfast, Jon told me not to bother to put a dress on, because I
wouldn't need it. He told me to 'assume the position', and I had to wait like
that for ages. When he did let me get up, my legs were so numb that I could
hardly stand. I had to follow him up to the 'punishment room', and lay
spread-eagle on the bed. I was then tied to each corner using thick cotton rope.
After that, Jon put the ball-gag and blind-fold on me. At the time, I didn't
know what he was doing next, all I could feel was the bed bouncing up and down,
as if he was walking on it. Then I started to feel something touching my pussy,
it was touching me, then not, then again. I had no idea what it was until it
stopped moving, then rested just touching me. The bouncing on the bed stopped,
then I realised what it was, just as soon as Jon switched it on. It was a vibe.
Jon had suspended it from the ceiling, and it was just touching my pussy AND
vibrating. The next things that I heard were the bedroom door closing, then
Jon's car engine start, so I presumed that he had gone out and left me. After
about 10 minutes, I started to get a bit excited and wet. As I started to get
higher, I was getting really frustrated, I could feel the vibe, but it was
outside me. I wanted it in me, and there was nothing I could do, I tried to
shuffle my body as much as I could, but with it being suspended, it just moved
as I did. I was getting desperate for it, and I could do nothing. This was worse
than getting spanked, or even the cane. Eventually, I came, and came again. The
next thing I remember was Jon opening the door and untying me. I just grabbed
the vibe, and pushed it right in. The relief was fantastic. As I got off the
bed, I noticed a big wet patch on the bed, where my butt had been. I guess my
juices really had been flowing.
That night, Jon took me to a quiet country pub, and bought me too many drinks.
By the time it was getting to closing time, I was a little drunk, and Jon had to
help me walk out. I haven't a clue if any of the other customers saw my bum or
pussy, I just wasn't thinking, and I can't remember.
