Vanessa's Journal
Week commencing December 28
Monday - Jon took me to Birmingham shopping. I had to wear just shoes and my
coat and it was quite cold walking around outside. Jon bought me 3 sweaters that
all went down to just cover my bum. One was very tight, but the other 2 were a
lot looser and thicker. One was a 'V' neck and when I bent over in front of a
mirror I could see my tits and all down the front of my body. As you probably
guessed, Jon had me try each one on (and a lot more that we didn't buy) and then
come out of the changing rooms to show him what they looked like. He even had me
bending over in them, which gave one or two people a good look at my bare ass.
There was only one other 'interesting' incident. When I was in the changing
rooms in one shop I had just taken my coat off and was standing there naked
taking the sweater off its hanger when the curtain opened and a young woman shop
assistant said, "Oops sorry, I didn't think that there was anyone in here." Her
eyes were looking me up and down as she continued, "Is everything alright in
here?" When I said, "Yes, thank you," she said, "Yes, I can see it is, if you
need any help, please let me know." She stood there for what seemed like a full
minute, staring at my pussy before backing out and closing the curtain.Jon also
bought me 3 pairs of black lycra tights to wear with the sweaters. These took
some finding as Jon wanted them to be all the same thickness right up to the
waist, and thin enough so that they were see-through if you did any more than
glance at me. When we got home and I tried them on I felt strange at first, I
hadn't worn trousers, leggings or tights (only stockings) for almost a year.
They took a bit of getting used to, Jon told me that they were only to be worn
when I was going to be outside in the cold for a long time. The rest of the time
it was to be just a dress or sweater, and / or my coat.
Tuesday - Jon took me to the Sales and he bought me a couple of skirts and tops
and himself a new suit. Nothing exciting happened in the changing rooms.
Wednesday, Thursday - Jon had to go into work so I didn't see much of him until
Thursday teatime. When I was in the shower on the Wednesday morning I noticed
that the holes in labia had now healed completely and the only pain is when the
rings are pulled. I asked Jon if he had thought about piercing me elsewhere,
like my clit or nipples. He said that he had thought about it quite a lot, but
with both my nipples and my clit being so big and hard he didn't want to
interfere with the beauty of them in any way at all. I was pleased that Jon was
happy with my nipples and clit, but at the same time I was a little bit
disappointed that I wasn't going to get them pierced. With rings in them I would
have been able to pull them easier, and perhaps make them even bigger.
That evening Jon took me to a New Year Eve's party at the house of one of his
friends. I had to wear my short silky dress, the one that hangs out from my
chest letting anyone who looks down the front or sides see all my tits. With it
Jon had me wear my dog collar. I hadn't worn it for a while and it felt a bit
strange. I got a couple of comments about it but I just ignored them. Jon spent
a lot of the time talking to other people and I had a lot of the men talking and
dancing with me. As the booze flowed some of the men got a bit more adventurous
and kept finding excuses to put their hands on me. At first I pushed their hands
off, but as I pushed one hand off I saw Jon looking at me and shaking his head.
He wanted me to let them grope me, so I did. It didn't take them long to realise
what they could get away with. Most of them were a quick chat and grope then
back to their wives or girlfriends, but a couple of the un-attached men kept
coming back to me. For some strange reason, one of them kept dropping things on
the floor and asking me to pick them up for him. I wasn't sure if he was trying
to look down my front or give his mate behind me a good look at my ass.
Whatever, I was starting to enjoy it.
One of them tried to talk me into going upstairs with him, but I knew that Jon
would not be happy with that so I told him that 'having a grope downstairs was
one thing, but going upstairs for a fuck was out of the question'. He seemed a
little surprised by my words, but within seconds his hand moved from my bum
outside my dress to my pussy under my dress. His eyes lit up for a second when
he realised that I didn't have any knickers on, and he smiled when he found my
wet pussy.
As the night wore on and people got a little 'happier', someone suggested a some
party games. The men seemed to take that as drinking games. One or two of the
women joined in, but eventually one of the women suggested a game of Twister.
When she said that it had nothing to do with drinking I said that I would join
in. Little did I realise what was involved, and it wasn't long before bodies
were twisted into all sorts of weird positions. You can just imaging what I was
showing wearing only that dress. At times there were faces right in front of my
chest and even between my legs (both men and women). One time when we all
collapsed a hand was playing with my clit and a finger went in my hole for a few
seconds. The thing was, I couldn't see who that are was attached to.
This game went on for ages, and I seemed to be the only one that played in each
session. I enjoyed it, it was a good laugh, and I got a thrill out of knowing
that so many people were looking at my naked bits. No one said anything, maybe
that was because just about everyone there had had enough to drink to make them
relax.
Friday - I woke up at lunchtime in Jon's bed. I don't remember the last part of
the party, or coming home. The dampness of my pussy told me that Jon had fucked
me, but I can't remember any of it. Jon was still asleep when I got up and we
spent the rest of the day getting over our hangovers.
Saturday January 2 and Sunday January 3
Another quiet day, nothing of any interest happened all weekend.
