Vanessa's Journal
Week commencing August 16
Monday - I woke up next morning in Jon's bed with both Debbie and Bridie next to
me. We were all still naked and they were both fast asleep. I don't remember
anything happening between us.
Jon had slept in my bed, and he was trying to wake us all up so that Debbie and
Bridie could get to work on time. He finally managed to get them up and away,
then he told me that I couldn't go back to bed because we was taking the week
off and that we were going for a walk to clear my head. He told me to put just a
dress and trainers on and we went off towards the open country.
I have to admit that even though my head hurt, it was quite nice walking though
the fields at that time of the morning, everything was so quiet and fresh.
By lunchtime I was back in the land of the living and Jon decided that we'd go
and play tennis in one of the local parks. He told me to wear just trainers, one
of my very short, thin 'A' shirt and a crop top that is so short that you can
see the lower part of my tits. It's quite a loose fit and every time that I lift
up an arm it rides-up over my breasts. Sometimes, if my nipples are hard it gets
caught above them and leaves me exposed when my arm comes down. When I was
putting it on I was thinking that playing tennis would be quite 'interesting',
especially when I serve. As we were driving down there I hoped that there
wouldn't be any young kids there.
We got there and as we were hiring the court the old man was looking me up and
down. He looked what I imaging the typical 'dirty old man' to look like, shift
eyes, eyeing me up and down, and wearing shabby clothes. I've had more than my
share of men staring at me over the last year or so, so it didn't bother me in
the least.
The court we were given was a grass one in the middle of a few of them. There
were a couple of teenage girls playing on a court to one side, and 2 teenage
couples playing doubles on the other side. We were about half way through our
first game when I noticed the 2 girls talking and looking over towards me. My
little skirt was still covering my bum and pussy but my right breast was
uncovered. The action of serving had caused my top to ride up and my bullet like
nipples were stopping it going down again. When that volley ended I went upto
Jon and pointed-out my predicament. At first all Jon said was, "Yes, nice isn't
it." "Master," I said, "those girls are staring at me and they now know that I
know that I'm exposed." "Okay," Jon said, "at the end of each volley you can
pull your top down. That way it will look as if you're not doing it on purpose."
"Thank you Master." I said, and we restarted the game.
Needless to say that as soon as my right arm stretched to hit the ball, my boob
popped-out again. Then when Jon won the volley I pulled my top down again. This
went on for ages until Jon won the first game. In the second game Jon had me
running around more and a couple of times when I had to turn or run quickly, I
tripped-up and went flying headlong onto the grass. As I got up the second time
I noticed that we (or should I say me) had an audience. The 2 girls and the 2
couples AND the old man of an attendant were watching me. Not only that, when I
came to get up I saw that my top was above both my boobs, and my skirt was
nearly up round my waist. No wonder I had an audience.
At the end of the next game Jon told me that we would play one more game the
leave. After a brief rest (where the others started playing again), Jon told me
to walk back to the other side of the court scratching the top of my right cheek
- under my skirt. He said that he'd once seen a very sensuous picture called
'The Tennis Girl' where a girl had been doing just that.
The last game was just as energetic as the previous one (for me anyway). The
teenagers had given up looking and were getting on with their game, but the old
man was still there. Half way through Jon told me to stop adjusting my top and
we played the rest of the game (Jon won again) with me virtually topless.
When it came time to go we collected the balls, but we were one short. After a
couple of minutes Jon said that he remembered me hitting one right out of the
court. We went looking for it and eventually Jon saw it stuck in a branch about
4 metres up a tree. The old man had come over to help us look for it and kept
saying that we'd have to pay for it if we couldn't hand it in. There was no way
that we could shake it down so Jon said that I'd have to climb up and get it.
"Besides, it could be fun." For him and the old man he meant.
The last time I'd climbed a tree was when I was a kid, but after a few seconds
working-out how, I started to climb. As soon as I lifted my foot of the ground I
realised that the old man was going to get one hell of a view of my pussy. When
I got onto the first branch I saw that the 2 couples who were playing doubles
had stopped, and all 4 of them were up against the fence watching me.
I made it onto the next branch, then I had to stretch right across to the branch
that the tennis ball was stuck on. 'What the hell' I thought as I virtually did
the splits above Jon and the old man. I glanced down to see Jon smiling and the
old mad drooling. The branch that I stretch out to wasn't as solid as it looked
and my legs opened even further. I started to fall and my arms grabbed out for
anything they could find. They found the branch that I was trying to get on, and
I just saw the tennis ball get shaken lose and fall before I lost my grip and
started to go down. As I went down I saw my thin 'A' skirt blew up round my
waist.
I deliberately rolled over on the grass to break my fall and when I came to a
stop I was on my back with my skirt still round my waist and my legs reasonably
wide open. The worst (or best) part was that I was about 2 meters from the fence
where the 2 couples were watching me, and my feet were facing them. I just lay
still for a few seconds getting my breath back, then I saw Jon and the old man
come over to me. Jon knelt down beside me and as he was asking me if I was OK I
saw the old man appear at my feet. Guess where he was looking?
I was winded and I tried to tell Jon that I was, but the words wouldn't come
out. Jon said, "Stay still and I'll check you over." Jon then started to slowly
run his hands all over me to see if he could find anything out of place, or
anything that hurt when he touched it. Fortunately nothing hurt but he did find
something out of place. My skirt was still round my waist, and my top was round
my neck. As Jon moved down my body he lightly ran his hands over my breasts.
This made my nipples stand to attention. As his hands went down up one leg then
down the other he pressed the side of his hand onto my pussy. I let out a moan
that made the old man jump a bit. As Jon reached my other foot he said, "Nothing
seems to be out of place, does it hurt anywhere?" I waited for a few seconds
thinking what to say, then said, "I've got this burning feeling between my legs,
can you do something about that please?" Jon said, "There's nothing wrong with
you, get up and cover yourself up." As I got up I saw that the old man's face
was a picture.
We didn't go directly back to the car; we went for a walk round the park. There
was no one in the kids play area so we went and had a go on the swings. As Jon
pushed me higher and higher my skirt blew up. I was a good job that there were
no kids there. After that Jon told me to climb over the climbing frame. When I
got to a sort of arch in the frame Jon told me to hang upside down by my knees.
Of course my skirt was round my waist and my top was round my neck and my blood
was rushing to my head. I never heard them approaching but I definitely saw the
3 teenage kids when they stopped their bikes just in front of me. I started to
pull myself up but Jon said, "Stay!" After what seemed like an eternity where I
could hear my blood pounding in my head, Jon finally got hold of my body and
lifted me off. As my head slowly cleared I saw the lads sniggering then biking
away. Jon had to hold me a bit as we walked back to the car. I enjoyed that.
Before he would let me into the car I had to take my skirt off and we drove home
with me wearing just my trainers and skimpy top. Not one person gave any
indication that they'd noticed.
Back home Jon and I packed the car. We were going camping at Blackpool for a
couple of days.
Tuesday - We set off very early and got to the Manchester area before we hit any
real traffic problems. We got held-up in a traffic jam just before we needed to
turn off the M6 and it was late morning when we finally found a campsite. As we
entered the campsite I remembered that I was wearing my favourite cheesecloth
dress and that I'd have to bend-over and squat down a lot to put the tent up
then get everything into it. I felt a bit disappointed when there was no one
around the area that Jon decided we'd use.
After we'd pitched the tent we went for a walk round. The site was a little
self-contained village with it's own little shop, cafe‚ and bar. Jon decided to
give that a miss and we walked onto the main road and got a bus into the centre
of Blackpool. We walked along the beach and I was glad (I think) that I was
wearing my cheesecloth dress rather than the skirt and top that I'd worn the
previous day. At least the dress dropped back down into place after the wind had
blown it up, the skirt was so light that it would probably have stayed up. I got
a few people looking at me when the dress did blow up.
We had some 'typical' British Fish and Chips for lunch, I though that they were
all right, but Jon said that he'd had a lot better. On the walk back to the
campsite we stopped at one of the hundreds of amusement arcades along the
seafront. Jon gave me some coins and I spent ages dropping them into one of
those machines that slowly pushes the coins over the edge. I think I just about
broke even by the time I'd finished.
Near the campsite was a bit of a fun fair that we had a look round. We had a go
on the bumper cars, that was fun. Jon had a go at rifle shooting and won a big
pink teddy bear that he gave to me. For a laugh we went into this hall of
mirrors. There were hundreds of them on the walls and ceiling. They really did
distort shapes. There were a few other people in there as well, quite a laugh.
At one point I saw a lad of about 14 who didn't seem to be enjoying himself.
After a few seconds I realised that he was looking at a mirror on the floor, one
that I was stood on. Guess what he was looking at. What the hell I thought, I'll
give him something to have a quiet wank about in bed that night, so I looked
away from him and opened my legs. After a couple of minutes Jon came over to me,
grabbed my arm and pulled me away saying, "stop it," you'll drive the poor lad
crazy.
Back at the campsite I made a cup of tea on the little camping stove. We didn't
have a table with us so I was doing everything down on the grass. At first I
forgot that with me being squatted down with my dress not covering all my legs
that my pussy would be on show for everyone to see (if they looked). It was only
when I saw some young lads playing football in the area in front of our tent
spend a lot of time on the grass looking over towards me that I remembered. Too
late by then so I just stayed there letting them get educated.
Before we went out that night we went for a shower. The ladies shower block
backs onto the mens and there was a hole in the wall at the back of the shower
cubicle that I went into (the only one free). I couldn't be sure, but I'm think
that there was someone looking through it because I kept seeing light coming
through it, then it going off. Anyway, someone watching me take a shower isn't
going to upset me, on the contrary, I made a point of standing where whoever
would be able to get a good look at my pussy. And I frigged myself to a quick
orgasm just for the fun of it.
It was a bit windy that evening, so Jon let me wear a sweater over my dress.
That didn't stop the skirt part blowing up, but at least I was a bit warmer. We
walked to a pub on the seafront that was full of young people. Nothing exciting
happened other than that we had a good time watching everyone get drunk.
Both Jon and me climbed into a double sleeping bag that night. Jon fucked me
from behind and I went to sleep with Jon still inside me.
I woke up at about 4:00 o'clock in the morning dying for a pee. I climbed out of
the tent and squatted down behind it. I hadn't bothered putting any clothes on
as it was dark and quiet, but when I was in mid flow I was lit-up by someone
shinning a torch at me. Everything was still quiet and the beam was coming from
a tent a short distance away. The torch beam stayed on me as I finished off then
stood up. When I was upright the beam was on the lower part of me so I could see
where it was coming from, but I couldn't see a face. After a few seconds of
trying to see I gave up and went back into the tent. The beam followed me all
the way.
Wednesday - Next morning I was up early and in the shower before Jon got up. I
checked the showers and found that the cubicle that I'd been in had the smallest
hole in the wall. All the others were bigger, and one was so big that I thought
that I'd be able to get my hand through. The wall wasn't very thick either.
Anyway, I decided to have my shower in that cubicle, and half way through I saw
the light in the hole go a bit darker. I made sure that whomever it was got a
good look at my pussy and jewellery then I bent over so that my bum and pussy
was close to the hole.
The next thing that I knew was that something was just touching my bum. I looked
round and saw about 2 inches of this dick sticking out of the hole. It was
circumcised like Jon's but I don't think that it was his, and I wasn't going to
let it fuck me. I thought about backing onto it but I decided against it. What I
did do though was to grab it and wank whoever until a whole load of his cum shot
into my cubicle.
After that I decided to get out and quickly get dried in the open area, wrap my
towel round me and get back to our tent. Fortunately I didn't see any men around
as I almost ran back to our tent. Jon was still in the sleeping bag when I got
back and when I went into the tent he got out of the bag and told me to sit on
his morning erection. As I sat there I amused him by telling him what had
happened.
I wore my dungaree dress and a short crop top that day and I had the expected
problem (ha) of my pussy showing as I cooked some bacon and eggs for us. As I
was doing that 2 youths got out of the tent where torch had been shining from
when I'd got up for a pee. Both of the youths stared at me as the walked passed
us.
After breakfast we walked away from the centre then turned round and ended up
back at the fun fair. Jon was in a bit of a daft mode and we had a ride on a
roundabout. Jon told me to ride on a horse while he got on a motorbike. That
plastic horse was cold on my bum and anyone who was looking must have had quite
a sight when I got on and off it.
As we got off I said that I remembered that last time that I was on a horse, in
Tenerife. It brought back some nice memories. Jon said that we could go horse
riding there, he'd seen an advert back at the campsite. I reminded him that I'd
only got dresses with me, but all he said was, "so what? "Before I knew it we
were back at the campsite telephoning the riding school and booking a session
that afternoon.
When we got there this young girl looked me up and down and said, "Haven't you
got any trousers?" before I could say anything Jon said, "It doesn't matter, she
can ride like that." The girl gave me a funny look and then turned away. There
was another couple who arrived about the same time as us; they were in their
early twenties. He was wearing shorts and a T-shirt and she looked as if she was
wearing black tights under a T-shirt. When she got on the horse they gave her
I'd swear that I could see her pussy. It was just a quick flash, but I couldn't
see any trace of any knickers, and I'm sure that it was her hairy pussy that I
could see through the stretched material.
Jon got on his horse, then it came to my turn. They put the horse next to a big
lump of concrete so that it was easy, but as I swung my leg over I saw that all
the others were looking at me. By then they must all have seen my jewellery. As
the horses started to walk out of the yard 3 other girls on horses joined us.
Two of them were only wearing bikinis and the third a pair of shorts and a
T-shirt. Those 3 were obviously experienced riders and they were galloping round
the fields as soon as they got the chance. The rest of us stayed at a walking
pace. One of the girls has big breasts and a lose fitting bikini top. As soon as
she started galloping I wondered how long it would be before that top came off.
We all started going a bit faster and I was starting to enjoy the feeling of the
leather saddle on my pussy and between my legs. We went from the fields and down
onto a quiet stretch of beach. The 3 girls were riding up and down the beach at
the waterfront. The 2 girls in bikinis were both having problems (not that they
looked as if they minded). The one with the big breasts had come out of her
bikini top and both Jon and the other man were watching the bouncing. The other
girl's bikini bottom had ridden up into the cheeks of her bum. She looked as if
she was wearing a thing.
The girl from the stables stopped us then told us that we could ride up and down
the beach for a bit. While we were doing that she said that she was going to
join the 3 girls who were racing up and down. As we set off I looked back and
saw that she had got off her horse and was taking her T-shirt off (she had a bra
on). I kept looking and watched her take her jodhpurs off. As she pulled them
down her knickers came down with them. She pulled the knickers back up then got
back on her horse and was off.
The 4 of them came passed us a few times and all of them looked as if they were
in some sort of trance. It was obviously a happy trance as the all had a grin on
their faces. I don't know why I didn't twig, but it was Jon who said, "They're
getting off on that aren't they?" The other man heard him and said, "Yeah, great
isn't it?" He turned to his woman and said, "Why don't you have a go?" With that
she was off, not as fast as the others though. Jon turned to me and said, "You
have a go."
I'd never ridden a horse fast and was a bit nervous but I wanted to have a go.
I'd already got a wet patch on the saddle and my pussy was telling me that it
wanted more so off I went. As the horse started to gallop I was scared at first,
but I managed to get into some sort of rhythm bouncing up and down. I don't know
if I was doing it right from a horse riding point of view but the bouncing up
and down on the saddle was doing my pussy the world of good. I think I was
starting to realise why so many girls like horse riding. Maybe the material that
jodhpurs are made of is so thick because it needs to absorb all that pussy
juice.
Anyway, I was off. My dress was up round my waist with all the bouncing up and
down and I was starting to get close. I turned (somehow) the horse and started
back. It wasn't long before I was cumming and I was still shaking as I went past
Jon and the other bloke who were both trying to watch all of us at once. When it
came to the turning point I got the horse to slowly walk back with me squelching
as I gently bounced up and down on the saddle. My dress was still up when I got
back to Jon and the other man who just couldn't take his eyes off me. Jon said,
"Good was it?" All I could manage was, "You bet!" as I swung one leg over and
slid off the horse. As I stood there my dress slid back down to cover my bum and
pussy.
After a few minutes the other girls came back over to us. They were all wet and
I'm still not sure if it was with sweat or spray as the rode through the waves.
Four of them had their bottom halves lost into the cracks of their bums, the
girl with big breasts hadn't bothered to cover them, all 5 of them had nipples
that were sticking out, and the girl with the man had her tights looking as if
she'd sat in a bowl of cum. She looked quite silly really.
When the girl from the stables got her breath back she put her T-shirt and
jodhpurs back on then said, "That was good, lets start back shall we?" She
didn't wait for an answer, but I heard the other man say to Jon, "That was one
hell of an experience, there's times when I wish I was a woman." Jon just said,
"Yes" and came over to help me get back onto my horse. Needless to say that as I
got my leg over (no pun intended) everyone could see my jewellery again. The
walk back to the stables was uneventful and we left as soon as we got back.
On the way back to the campsite Jon decided that he wanted to go for a walk on
his own, so I decided that I'd walk back into the noisy part for another look
around. I walked along the beach and then up towards the crowds. I was busy
looking at something up on the road and lost my footing on a rock near the
steps. Over I went twisting my ankle as I went. Fortunately I landed on the sand
and didn't hurt anything other than my ankle, which hurt like hell. A
middle-aged couple saw me go over and not get up so they came over to help me.
When I told them about my ankle they helped me up and over to a first-aid point.
It wasn't long before 2 first-aiders were administering their skills. They'd
told me to lay on this bed while they slowly removed my shoe then prodded and
poked my foot to see what the damage was. At first I was more interested in my
ankle to realise that the men were lifting my leg up and out a bit. I guess that
they were expecting to see a pair of knickers, or at best a hairy pussy. One
pair of eyes lit up when they saw my jewellery.
"What the hell," I thought, my priority was my ankle, and whatever they were
doing was helping. I didn't care about the little modesty that I still have. One
of the men eventually told me that he didn't think that anything was broken, and
asked me if he could spray something on my ankle. I haven't a clue what it was,
but it was amazing, one minute my ankle was throbbing, and the next it was
nearly normal. With most of the pain gone I decided to have a bit of fun and sat
up, bent my knee and brought my ankle to my lap so that I could rub it. After a
couple of seconds I looked at the men, both sets of eyes were riveted on my
pussy so I stopped and pulled my skirt down so that they couldn't see it any
more. As I did I said, "Whoops, it was such a nice day that I didn't bother
putting any knickers on, hope you don't mind." After a couple of seconds as
their brains realised that the show was over, one of them said, "Not at all
young lady, we're used to it." The bulges in their trousers told me that they
weren't used to it. I thanked them and left.
I took the tram back to close to the campsite and was having a lie down when Jon
got back.
After an uneventful shower Jon told me to put my best dress on and we got a taxi
into town.
I'd put my silky dress and as I got into the taxi the driver watched my every
move. Because I had to bend over to get into the car I'm sure that he was
getting a good view of my breasts. Jon took me to a big hotel and the taxi
driver watched us walk up the steps to the main entrance. I knew that he was
watching so I bent forward a bit so that he got a good view of my bare ass. We
had a fantastic meal but no dancing; my ankle was still hurting a bit so Jon
agreed to let me stay sat down. Didn't have any fun with the waiter, it was a
girl and she seemed more interested in Jon than in me.
Thursday - Got up early and the weather wasn't too good so Jon decided that we'd
pack up and head for home. We took a detour and drove through part of the lake
district. Very nice, but as the weather was dull we didn't bother stopping
anywhere. On the drive down the motorway Jon told me to take my dress of and
ride back naked. The only people who seemed to notice were a couple of lorry
drivers that we passed. I think Jon deliberately slowed down and crawled passed
them to let them have a good look at me.
Friday - Wasn't really looking forward to work, but it wasn't too bad. I did
notice Debbie giving the Manager a quick flash up her dress. I wonder what she
was after.
That night Jon took me to our local pub, I noticed a couple of men looking at my
legs but the place was too crowded for any real fun.
Saturday August 21
Work was OK. Had lunch with Debbie and asked why she was flashing her pussy at
the manager. It turns out that she was trying to get a pay rise but the manager
didn't want to know. She said that she was beginning to wonder if the bloke had
decided that he was gay. She wasn't too happy when I suggested that perhaps
she'd flashed him so many times that it had become the norm and it didn't do
anything for him any more. Just before closing time I got a really awkward
customer. She really pushed my patience to its limits, and I was still mad when
I got home. I did something stupid in the kitchen and Jon told me off. Instead
of apologising I answered him back so I got punished. I know that I like Jon's
punishments but at the time I wasn't thinking about that, it was that stupid
woman at the salon.
Jon's immediate reaction was to tell me to 'assume the position'. It had been a
while since Jon had told me to do that and I was a bit slow in reacting. He left
me like that for about 30 minutes before marching me upstairs and strapping me
onto the 'whipping-T'. I'd forgotten how good it feels being strapped over the
'T' with my breasts and bald mons pressing down onto 'T', and my legs stretched
wide apart with my feet not touching the floor. That feeling of helplessness and
the anticipation of knowing what is going to happen next really does clear my
mind of everything else.
That evening was full of pleasant surprises. No sooner than Jon completed
restraining me to the 'T' than I felt something hit my pussy then go into it. It
was the spring-up dildo that Jon had released. I couldn't" have been completely
'square' on the 'T' and it hurt as the pressure of the spring forced the dildo
into me, but once in, it felt good.
Jon left me strapped there for about 10 minutes before he came back in and
pulled the spring-loaded dildo out of me. The anticipation had already made me
wet, but when I saw Jon come back in, naked and with a big hard-on, I really
felt my juices flow. It had been a while since Jon had used the cane on me and
I'd forgotten how bad the pain was. By the time I'd got to "10, thank you
Master" the tears were dripping down onto the floor. At "15, thank you Master,"
Jon changed tactics a bit and got the end of the cane to whip round a cheek so
that the end hit my pussy. At "19, thank you Master" I started to cum. Jon
realised this, dropped the cane, and pushed his dick hard into my pussy. I think
I started screaming a bit at that point.
It wasn't long before Jon came as well, then there was silence for a minute or
so as we both slowly came down from our 'highs'. As soon as I felt Jon start to
get soft he pulled out of me and started to un-strap me. He took me round to the
other end of the 'T' and I had to climb up and lower myself onto the dildo. He
then strapped my wrists to the rope, way above my head then switched the
'fucking machine' motor on. There I was going up and down on the dildo and
enjoying every second of it. It wasn't long before I was cuming again. When I
did Jon left the room and didn't come back for what seemed like hours. In
reality it was probably only half an hour.
I lost count of the number of times I orgasmed in that 30 minutes and when Jon
finally did come back, I was covered in sweat, absolutely shattered, and very
close to passing out. But boy, was I happy. Jon switched the motor off and then
turned the wheal so that I was at the lowest point with the big dildo totally
hidden inside me. Just when I thought that he was going to help me get down, Jon
said, "you can stay there until morning," and left.
I had to spend the whole night impaled on the dildo, hanging by my wrists.
Fortunately, most of my weight was supported by my thighs on the 'T'. After a
couple of minutes of trying to pull myself up a bit, I just gave up. As I
passed-out I remember feeling like the end of the dildo was going to push up
through my stomach and out of my mouth.
Sunday August 22
When I woke up I was in agony. I don't know which hurt the most, my aching arms
or my stretched pussy. I was real glad when Jon came in and lifted me off. I
couldn't stand up and Jon had to carry me to my bed. When I woke up again it was
mid morning. My arms were almost normal, but I felt as if the dildo was still
inside me. I had a shower and walked downstairs keeping my feet wide apart.
I couldn't find Jon anywhere so I got some breakfast then went and lay (face
down) on a sun lounger on the patio. About an hour later I heard someone coming
round the side of the house and assumed it was Jon. It was only when I heard a
voice say, "Bloody hell, what happened to you, what are all those red marks on
your backside?" that I realised that it was Trevor.
I got up and then said, "I've been a naughty girl and Jon punished me, I
deserved it." As I said it I could see Trevor's eyes looking up and down my
naked body. The poor lad's obviously too young to be used to seeing a naked
woman and I could see his shorts move as his dick was getting hard. I don't
think he really knew what to say, he just said, "Well, if you're alright I'd
better get on with cutting the grass."
Poor lad, he really does need to get himself a girlfriend and get himself laid.
I left him to it and went inside to get on with the household chores. Jon
returned just as Trevor was leaving. That night I watched TV lying on my stomach
on the floor. Jon kept playing with my pussy with his toes. I was hoping that
he'd let me sleep with him and fuck me that night, but I slept alone.
