Intro

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring existence 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 decision to make as I’d applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the hairdressers 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 interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to change my life 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 life, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

http://www.asstr.org/~Vanessa/

If you care to read my Journal you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather different 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 pleasurable. I love my life and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a little bit of hair 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(ish), pert breasts that have small aureoles and giant nipples. When they’re hard Jon says they’re like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 little gold 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 little dick. I don’t own any bras, knickers, trousers, leggings or shorts; and 90% of my skirts and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I’ve now gone completely the other way, and get a great thrill from letting other people see my body.
I hope that’s enough to satisfy the people who asked. If it isn’t, perhaps they would like to e-mail me with specific questions.

vanessaevans69@hotmail.com

Jon told me to stop writing my Journal in the summer of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more interesting experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and myself have been scouring the Internet 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 similar to some of the adventures that we’ve had and that I’ve written about in my Journal. At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were good enough to copy. I’ve started thinking that way as well.



Below are updates of what Jon, Kelly and me have been up to since Kelly came to stay with us. I do hope that you enjoy reading them.



Update May 2008

Okay, I’m really sorry for not updating my web site for quite a while now. The only reason that I can offer is that Kelly has been taking up a hell of a lot of my time. I’m sure that I didn’t take up as much of my mother’s time when I was 15, but there again, my mother never spoilt me.

Anyway, I love Kelly as if she was my own daughter and I will do everything that I can to make sure that she grows into a sensible mature adult.

When Jon found out that I hadn’t updated my web site for so long he tanned my backside until it was bright red. Not quite long enough for me to cum - unfortunately.

Well, what have we been up to this last year? We haven’t had many adventures since last summer. Not that the weather in England was that good last summer (it was crap), and since last November the weather has been cold, wet and windy most of the time. When I say cold, I mean hovering around freezing point. So much for global warming.

I guess that it would be a good idea to write about some of the fun that we all had when we went to Spain last summer. Bridie came with us, along with one of Kelly’s school mates – Mandy. Mandy’s parents couldn’t take a holiday last summer so Kelly asked Jon if she could come with us. I can tell you that Jon had a great time during that holiday with the four of us girls all wanting some of his body. Poor man, he slept more than usual, and I’m convinced that he has a supply of Viagra somewhere.

Mandy had been round at our house quite a lot before we went to Spain, and was / is comfortable with our lifestyle. That didn’t stop her being a bit shocked and embarrassed when Jon had the knickers / trousers check before we left for the airport. Mandy had brought quite a few pairs of trousers, shorts, knickers and bras with her, but they all stayed in England; and you should have seen her face when Jon told her to lift her skirt so that he could check that she wasn’t wearing any knickers. It wasn’t the being knickerless that embarrassed her, both she and Kelly frequently go to school knickerless, it was the shock of Jon demanding that she lifted her skirt.

It would probably be a good idea if I described Mandy a bit. She’s about the same height as Kelly (just over 5 foot), slightly bigger frame than Kelly, slim waist and probably a ‘C’ cup. She’s got brown short hair on her head and no hair below her neck – much to Jon’s delight. Kelly is now a ‘B’ cup and still growing.

It only took Mandy about a day to get comfortable being naked round the villa, and only about another day to not blush when Jon caught her watching his hard cock. I think it was the fifth day that she asked Jon to fuck her. After that she just joined the queue of the other three of us girls wanting to be fucked by Jon. I can tell you that the sybian took a lot of hammer that holiday.

There were a few memorable adventures that holiday: -

Pantsed – well de-skirted actually in Marbella during the day.
One day Jon decided that we 4 girls would have a little competition to see who could get pantsed the most in one day. We all had to wear skirts that would pull down easily and of course nothing underneath. That was easy cos none of us had any knickers with us anyway. It was a little difficult finding 4 skirts with elastic waist bands and I ended up wearing a little bikini wrap skirt that I made. There isn’t quite enough material to go right round me (apart from the waist band) so everyone could tell that I’d nothing on underneath. The thing about it is that when I made it Jon had me make the fastening part out of Velcro, and there’s only just enough overlap to keep it in place, and the slightest tug makes it come undone. Jon designed it so that he could very easily tug at any part of it and the whole skirt comes off.
The whole day was a huge giggle with each of the other 3 having their skirts round their ankles loads of times, and me having my skirt ripped off 18 times (I won). The thing was that Bridie kept running off with my skirt leaving me pretending to be embarrassed and not quite covering my pussy. The best one was in a crowded Burger King when I was carrying a tray of food. I just stood there shouting “Hey! Give me my skirt back” which just attracted more attention.

Naked in a nightclub
On one of our nightclub nights we all got a little drunk (nothing new there then (we’d left Kelly and Mandy back at the villa); and Bridie and me ended up naked on the dance floor. No one seemed to mind, and we got lots of offers for dances (and other things). I lost count of the number of hard cocks that I felt pressed against me. On cheeky man even got his out and I felt it between my legs. Jon kept an eye on us and made sure that we all got home in one piece, albeit me without any clothes and Bridie topless. I don’t think that Jon bothered to look for my dress. The taxi driver looked amused and his eyes spent most of the journey in the rear view mirror. Needless to say that Jon had put me in the middle of the back seat so that the driver could get a good view.

Hire Car
Because there were 5 of us Jon hired a big car, a convertible. We had some great fun driving around topless (us and the car) and naked. The drive-through at McDonalds was an eye-opener for some of the Spanish staff. We had a lot of fun teasing men at traffic lights either by playing with each others breasts or sometimes sticking our asses up at them.

Clothing Optional Beach
Mandy had never been to one of these before. She was very nervous, then fascinated as soon as she realised that everybody wasn’t staring at her. After an hour or so she was just as comfortable as the rest of us there. All four of us girls went with Jon to a beach restaurant wearing just a see through wraps. A few of the men there stared for a while but soon got over it. Jon sent us girls for a long walk along the beach towards the clothed area. He told us to go as far as we dare. I think that none of us wanted to be the first to say that they wanted to turn round and go back so we got well into the clothed area with lots of people staring at us before Mandy chickened and we turned round.

Back at the towels Mandy and Kelly admitted that they got real excited and wet by being naked and the centre of attention. I didn’t have to ask Bridie, I knew that she would have had a few ‘rushes’; I certainly did.

We went to that beach five or six times and each time when we all went swimming Jon fucked one of us in the water. He also took me from behind on the towels on the beach with the others watching.

Mandy was a little surprised one day when Bridie and I didn’t have any clothes with us when we got into the car to go to the beach; and was even more surprised when we got out of the car after Jon had (deliberately I suspect) parked near a group of youths.

New Clothes
Jon’s bought us all some great summer dresses. They’re great for letting the sun shine through so that anyone who looks can see our naked bodies though the thin material. I like standing between men and the sun with my legs shoulder width apart. That way my big pussy lips are easily seen. I had a few great looks from the men and a couple of disgusted looks from older women, but who cares?

Down in the Garage
If you’ve read my other adventures you will know that in the Villa Garage there is this ‘device’ that gives me an electric shock in my pussy if / when I can’t stand on my tip-toes any longer. When Kelly first went to the Villa she didn’t want to try it, but this time she did. Jon adjusted it to her height and a very apprehensive Kelly let my clamp her big toes in place and tie her wrists and anchor them to the hook from the ceiling. I enjoyed lubricating her pussy and the dildo before putting it in place a few millimetres below the entrance to her pussy. It took about ten minutes before a sweating Kelly screamed out as her heals went down enough for the dildo to touch her puss. Contact was made about six or seven times before she pleaded for Jon to switch it off. As soon as he did she just went straight down onto the dildo and had a long, loud orgasm.

Bridie went next and lasted about twice as long before pleading with Jon. She had a great orgasm as well.

Mandy wasn’t at all sure about having a go, but Kelly convinced her that she would really enjoy it. She did, but she only lasted for a couple of shocks before she asked Jon to switch it off.

I went last. After the first shock Jon took the others upstairs for a drink before coming back to me. Kelly told me that she’d heard me scream about ten times while they were upstairs. Soon after they came back my legs and feet muscles gave out and I dropped down and impaled myself on the dildo with it still switched on. I immediately started cumming and cumming and cumming. I was exhausted. Jon had to half carry me upstairs to a sun lounger by the pool. I lay there for about an hour, feet on the floor either side of the lounger, pussy wide open and still throbbing. Kelly kept me supplied with cold drinks.

We had two more sessions in the garage while we were there.

Remote Vibe
Jon told me to take one of the remote vibes and lots of batteries with us. Another game that we played a lot when we were out was for one of us to wear the vibe and another one of us to have the remote control. The only thing was that the wearer didn’t know who had the remote and the person with the remote had to get the ‘victim’ to cum before they guessed who had the remote. The remote got passed round the rest of us and the ‘victim’ had to guess who had it at that moment. We all had orgasms in some really embarrassing places.

Kelly had one while she was buying some ice cream. Mandy had one while getting served in a restaurant. She was so embarrassed. Bridie had one in the front seat of the car whilst naked going through a McDonalds drive through.
I had one while paying for the groceries at the supermarket. I also had one whilst we were being served in a different restaurant to Kelly’s.
Every time one of us had an orgasm the others would make it worse by loudly asking what was wrong. This only attracted more attention, and more embarrassment.

Marbella Buses
Parking in Marbella is a nightmare so we usually park-up near the route of one of the local buses and use them to get about. The thing with most of these local buses is that the back half is raised up. Jon says that the engine is at the back. Anyway, on most of them there is a panel of glass in front of the first row of raised seats. This is a fantastic opportunity to flash your pussy, and believe me; all 4 of us girls teased quite a few men.

Ben Wa balls
Kelly introduced Mandy to Ben Wa while we were there. Mandy had heard of them before but had never seen them. She loves them and she told us that she’s going to wear them to school to make the days less boring. It took a couple of days for her to be able to hold them in for as long as she wants. We had a couple of slightly embarrassing moments round the villa when one dropped out onto the marble floor making such a loud noise that made all of us aware of what had happened.
Jon bought a pair for Mandy before we left.

Back at home in England
I’ve just finished a 4 week stint working for one of Jon’s company’s clients. Angela runs a clothes shop in town and was having trouble getting staff that are intelligent, reliable, can speak English, and aren’t off sick too often. Angela was telling Jon about her staffing problems and Jon thought that it would be a good idea for Kelly to have to learn how to look after the house for a while, so he volunteered me for a month.

Angela’s been to one of our parties so I knew her before I went to work for her. More importantly, she knew me so she wasn’t surprised when I turned up on the first day wearing a short mini, tight cropped top, heels and nothing else.

The shop is on two levels, joined by a wide, open, steep staircase. I had lots of fun going up those stairs in front of the few men that came into the shop. There was one man that I first noticed when he came in with his wife / girlfriend. A couple of days later I saw him again but he was alone and I noticed that he kept looking at me. After a while I realised that he must be waiting for me to go upstairs. So I walked over to near him, then over and up the stairs. Half way up I looked over my shoulder and there he was, looking up my skirt. Every two or three days after that he came back in and followed me up those stairs. I even started stopping near the top and ‘accidentally’ dropping something and bending over to pick it up.

One evening a man who looked to be in his mid twenties came in on his own and was looking through the racks. He kept picking out dresses, skirts and tops, looking at them then putting them back. After a while Angela went over and asked him if she could help. He told her that he was looking for a dress or skirt and top for his girlfriend but couldn’t make up his mind which to get. He said that he was having trouble imagining what they would look like on her. Angela asked him if he would like to see any of the outfits on a member of staff to get a better idea. He said that it was a good idea, so Angela asked about his girlfriend’s size. He looked around and the pointed at me saying that his girlfriend was about my build.

Angela asked me if I would model some clothes for him. Needless to say I jumped at the idea of getting my skirt and top off. I asked the man to pick out a few items and we then went to the changing rooms. There’s an identical changing area on each floor. These are 3 cubicles with curtains in a room off the main shop area. Men usually wait at the entrance to the room and the women who want their man’s approval come out of the cubicle to the main area of the changing room so that they can be seen by their man. There’s also a big mirror at the end of main area. Any man standing at the entrance can easily see into the first cubicle if the curtain isn’t closed properly.

I took some of the clothes off the man and went into the first cubicle. I carefully arranged the curtain so that he would be able to see me changing – if he looked. I put the first outfit on then fully opened the curtain and went out. I had to attract his attention because he was looking out towards the main shop. I guessed that he hadn’t seen me changing.

That first outfit wasn’t very nice and the man didn’t seem too happy. He straight away asked me to put on the next one. This time I kept his attention by asking him about his girlfriend. I also only half closed the curtain. This time he was looking at me. I could easily see him watching me when I glanced at the mirror in the cubicle. After taking the dress off I stood there naked, pretending to arrange the next dress so that I could put it on. His side of our conversation started getting a bit mumbled.

The dress was too big for me so I took it off and walked over to him, gave it to him and asked him to go and get a size smaller. You should have seen the look on his face as I walked over to him naked. The bulge in his trousers looked good too.

I didn’t bother closing the curtain after that and he openly watched me changing. All the time we were holding this conversation about him, his girlfriend and her upcoming birthday.

I must have tried on five or six outfits before he finally decided which one he wanted to buy. He was obviously sexually aroused, and my god was I. As soon as he left I went straight to the toilet and took care of myself.

Anyway, my being out of the house quite a lot got Kelly into the habit of doing more around the house, and, so far, she still is.


Kelly and Mandy are still good friends and Mandy is often round at our house. She’s even had a few sleepovers here. At first Kelly would let Mandy have her bed and she would sleep on the floor but it wasn’t long before they started sharing the bed. Judging by the giggling that comes out of Kelly’s room when Mandy is here they are having some ‘fun’ – if you know what I mean. Kelly does seem to borrow more of my ‘toys’ when Mandy is sleeping in her room. I’ve never asked Kelly what goes on. She’ll tell us if she wants to.


When Kelly first came to live with us she often spent the night in our bed seeking comfort because of her loss. Nothing sexual ever happened between any of us. Just lately Kelly has started coming into our bed again. These times though it’s if she wants to have sex with Jon. I’ve often gone to sleep next to Jon and then woken to the sounds of Jon fucking Kelly. She likes to ride him and is quite vocal when she’s cumming.

On the subject of Kelly sleeping, Jon decided that Kelly needed a new bed. The one that she had been using was only ever intended for short term visitors and now that Kelly has turned 16 Jon wanted to get her a decent bed. While we were out one day Jon suddenly took us to a large Swedish furniture store and we ended up having a bit of fun. Both Kelly and I were wearing short skirts and no knickers. Now this Swedish store is very popular and is like a big warehouse. Furniture is displayed in full view of everyone who is wandering around.

Jon told us to try-out a number of the beds. At first Kelly would just sit on the side with her legs tightly closed. Me, however, jumped on and swung my legs up then lay back slightly bouncing up and down. Needless to say that my legs weren’t crossed, even my knees were a few inches apart. After the first couple of beds Kelly relaxed a bit and swung her legs up. By the fifth bed, she too was relaxing and letting the small audience see up her skirt.
As Kelly slid off the last bed we tried I noticed a slight ‘snail’s trail’ from where she had laid to the edge. I smiled and wondered if I had left any ‘snail’s trails’.

Bed finally chosen, we went looking at the headboards. We finally chose a headboard and footboard that has wooden acorns at each corner. I told Jon that I could easily imagine what those could (and probably will) be used for, but Jon said “no”, when Kelly suggested that I demonstrate.

I have to admit that one afternoon a couple of weeks ago when no one else was at home and I was feeling quite randy, I did go into Kelly’s room and impale myself on one of the acorns. I was imagining being back in that store with a large audience.

Kelly borrows more and more of my clothes these days. Her favourite is a little pink skirt. It has a 6 inch elasticated top with 8 inch flared bottom part. She likes to fold the elasticated part in half making it a very, very short skirt. She does look good in it.

Jon took us both shopping in Birmingham for clothes a couple of weeks ago. With me it was a condition of going that I wore only a coat and boots. When Kelly saw what I was, or should I say, was not wearing, she went back upstairs and appeared a couple of minutes later wearing the same as me. Jon was pleased. We had some good fun that day and quite a few men that were waiting outside the changing rooms got a great views of both of us.

Kelly and Mandy have recently started playing ‘dare’ games. They’ve made a pact that they will do whatever the other dares them to do, unless the ‘victim’ believes that she will get hurt or arrested. If there is a disagreement they will get Jon or me to make a decision for them. Jon has ‘suggested’ that I join in the game but I haven’t discussed it with them yet.

So far they have both had to flash their pussies (no knickers) in one of the classes that has a male teacher; and Mandy has had wear her Ben Wa balls for a day at school – with no knickers on.
Mandy has dared Kelly to wear her Ben Wa balls on a day that they have a PE lesson. Kelly is still plucking-up the courage to do this, but she has a deadline that is getting close. She’s scared that all the jumping and running that she will have to do will be just too much for her. She’s had an orgasm in public caused by her Ben Wa balls before, but she’s scared that she won’t be able to control herself in front of her gym teacher.

Kelly hasn’t told Mandy yet, but her next dare will be to let her younger brother (a year younger) see her naked. After that, she is going to have to stop closing her bedroom curtains at night. Their house has a small back garden and the house over the fence has a couple of teenage boys that have a bedroom at the back.

Jon has agreed to Kelly having an end of school year party for a few of the girls in Kelly’s class. Kelly wants it to be a ‘sleepwear’ party. That should prove interesting. The only problem is that girls that she’s inviting don’t want their parents to know that it’s a party so she’s going to invite them to sleepovers, and she wants Jon or me to tell their parents that it’s a sleepover when they phone to check that it’s okay. Jon’s not too happy about that but I think that he will agree to it. He’s got a couple of months to get used to the idea.


Well, I think that’s about it for now, I’ll try to post updates more often from now on, although I do get a certain amount of pleasure from Jon’s punishments when I leave it for too long.

Love,

V

 

Update July 2008

Update July 2008

Well, the end of school year party happened, and it was quite ‘interesting’. Jon wasn’t too happy about having to tell little lies to the girl’s parent, but everything went well and Jon certainly got to see a lot of young girl flesh. Kelly had planned it so that the girls that were being dropped-off by their parents all arrived at slightly different times so that their parents didn’t see the other parents or girls.
The theme was ‘sleepwear’. The 7 girls that came all arrived in normal clothes but quickly changed. To start off with the girls wore a variety of sleepwear including t-shirts, baby-doll nighties and horrible pyjamas. Kelly and Mandy, of course, sleep in the nude and just as soon as the last girl arrived they stripped and re-appeared naked. This was the queue for Jon to go to the pub and for me to lose my dress as well. One of the other girls took her t-shirt and knickers off as well saying that she was glad that Kelly and Mandy had admitted that they slept nude because she hadn’t fancied being the only naked girl there.
The party went well, lots of gossip and bitching. Some of the girls had secretly brought some alcohol and it wasn’t long before everyone was quite happy.
When one of the girls came back from the toilet she asked Kelly why one of the upstairs door was locked, joking that Kelly must have a man hidden away. Kelly had previously told Mandy about the punishment room and I guess that the drink had made her forget that Kelly hade asked her to keep it a secret, but she announced that it was our punishment room. This got all the girls interested and they kept pestering Kelly and me to let them look in. Eventually I gave-in and got the key.
The girls were amazed. After a few seconds of silence the questions all came at once.
There are now only 2 real items in there, and the ropes hanging from the ceiling. There’s the ‘whipping-T’ and the pommel horse. If you haven’t already, I suggest that you read my journal to find out more about these. There were lots of gasps and giggling when I told them how everything worked. A couple of them wanted to try the ‘fucking’ machine; there was no way that I was going to let any of the girls try the machines. Jon would not have been at all happy.
As a compromise, I got out some of my ‘girly’ toys and let them play with them. It got quite interesting watching them. When I later told Jon all about what they’d been up to he got an instant hard-on and took me upstairs for a while.
One of the girls, Hannah, was very quiet and red faced as I was explaining how each piece of equipment in the punishment room worked. Hannah is not as tall as the other girls. She has breasts the smaller than mine, is blonde and has no pubic hair. She told me that it hasn’t started growing yet. When the other girls went back downstairs Hannah stayed back and, with a red face, told me that she would like to try being tied-up. She said that she often dreamed about being tied-up and ravaged by a man, and sometimes even men. I told her that I could help her with the first part, but not the second. I suggested that she came back one day soon after the school holidays started.
That day came a few days later. Kelly got a phone call from Hannah asking if she could come round. Kelly seemed a bit surprised but agreed and when she told me that she didn’t know why she wanted to come round, I told her that I did and explained what she had told me. Kelly was surprised and didn’t want to be there in case Hannah was embarrassed by her being there so she phoned Mandy and then went to her house.
When she arrived, Hannah seemed please that there was only the two of us. After giving Hannah a ‘safe word’ we went upstairs and Hannah stripped off. She looks a lot younger than her 16 years (she’s in Kelly’s class so she must be). She wanted to be tied spread-eagled, so I arranged all the ropes and pulleys, strapped her wrists and ankles and hauled her up to about a metre above the ground (face up) then put a blindfold on her. I didn’t need to ask her if she was getting excited, I could see her pussy, all swollen and wet.
After a few minutes I asked her if she was okay. The way she said, “Oh yes” was very informative. Just to increase her pleasure I fixed up a vibe so that it was just touching her pussy. It didn’t take long for her to start shouting, “I’m cumming”, again and again. After her second orgasm, Jon walked in. If Hannah’s face was red from the pleasure she was getting, it went bright purple when she heard Jon.
Everything was deadly quiet (apart from the vibe) for ages as Jon took-in what he could see, then studied every inch of Hannah as she squirmed about.
Eventually Jon said, “Don’t say a word, and get over there and onto the ‘fucking’ machine”. I took off my dress, put the Velcro straps round my wrists, hooked them up, climbed on, impaled myself and waited for Jon to switch it on. I didn’t have to wait long before I started going up and down.
Jon turned back to Hannah and said, “Well, what have we got here?” Hannah started to talk, but never got beyond “I”. I guess that she was too embarrassed. Smiling, Jon slid the vibe (still switched on) about an inch into Hannah, then left the room.
It seemed like an eternity before Jon came back. I know that I’d had 2 orgasms, and I’m pretty sure that Hannah had at least another one. Ignoring me, Jon went to Hannah who had found her voice. She started pleading with Jon to fuck her. He didn’t. Instead he un-fastened her and sent her to the bathroom with her dress, but not her underwear. When she finally emerged, Jon sent her home telling her that she can come back whenever she wants. Her underwear went in our rubbish bin.
Jon later told me that he would fuck her if she comes back for another session.
Jon had left me on the ‘fucking’ machine and about 10 to 15 minutes after Hannah left he finally switched it off. I’d had another 3 orgasms and was totally knackered. Jon carried me to the shower, and then into bed. Next morning I woke to the sounds of Jon fucking Kelly next to me.

Back to the party, Jon arrived back from the pub at about midnight to find a house full of naked or nearly naked, nearly drunk teenage girls. None of them seemed embarrassed about their state of dress and some of them tried to hit on Jon. He played along for a while before leaving them to it, and went to bed.
Both Jon and I got up early next morning and it was quite a sight seeing all those young naked bodies sprawled all over the house. Jon made the mistake of having his breakfast before going for a shower. We don’t have locks on any of the internal doors and twice (that I saw), one of the girls went into the shower room. Neither of them screamed at the site of a naked Jon, nor rushed quickly out of the room. I never did ask him what went on in there.
Eventually everyone got dressed and Jon started ferrying them home.

The weekend after Kelly had finished her school exams, Jon took us to Paris for a long weekend. Jon put a ‘condition’ on going for Kelly in that we would only have gone if Kelly left ALL her underwear, trousers and shorts at home. Reluctantly she agreed.
We did all the tourist things and had a good time. The only part that I wasn’t keen on was the open-top bus tour; it was fun going up the stairs in front of a young man, but it went all round the historic parts of Paris and I never was a fan of history. Two ‘events’ in Paris that are worth mentioning. Firstly, just after we got to our hotel room (we all shared one room), Jon decided that he needed a massage. He phoned down and asked for a masseur to be sent up. Kelly and me went for a shower. While we were in there we heard the door bell and when we went out (naked) we were expecting to see Jon lying on the table getting massaged by a young French lady. Imagine our surprise when we saw Jon and a real cute French guy sitting on the bed trying to talk to each other. In the shock and the silence I saw Kelly’s hands go to cover her breasts and pussy. I didn’t attempt to cover-up. The Frenchman stared at us and muttered something in French.
Jon broke the silence and told us that there was no way that he was going to have a massage from a man and that we’d have to have one instead. Grabbing a towel and wrapping it round herself. Kelly said, “Cool, I’ve never had a massage before.”
I went first and lay face down on the table. Andre was good. I was so relaxed. As he was doing my back his hands drifted down to the sides of my breasts. My nipples went rock hard. When he did the top of legs and bum his hands kept brushing my pussy lips which by that time were open and very wet. My clit was sticking out and hard.
Then it was time to turn over. At this point Jon took Kelly out onto the balcony. I was soon to find out why.
Arms, neck and head done, Andre started on my chest. My breasts got a lot of attention and my nipps were throbbing. Andre did each leg in turn, again brushing my puss a few times, then he held both of my ankles and lifted my legs. He bent them every way they would go, and then spread them as wide as he could. My puss was stretched as much as is possible and he was right there looking at me. My knees were bent and pushed as far as they would go towards my face, knees together and wide apart. What an erotic experience that was. My juices were well mixed in with the massage oil.
Moving me down the table so that he could stand between my legs, Andre started on my stomach and waist. He even went up to my breasts again and rolled my nipples again. Just as I was expecting him to stop, Andre’s hands started massaging my pussy. My eyes opened and I looked for Jon, but couldn’t see him so I just lay there.
Andre was good. He teased me to just short of an orgasm about 4 times before taking me over the edge to a fantastic orgasm. Wow, was he good with his hands.
When I found the strength to get up, I smiled at Andre and said, “Thank you”, then, not bothering to find my towel, I looked for Jon and Kelly.
Telling me that she was a bit nervous, Kelly and me went back inside. I took Kelly’s towel off and told her to lie down, face down, close her eyes and relax. I smiled at Andre and said, “Same again.”
Jon smiled at me, took me out onto the balcony and asked me if I’d enjoyed it. Silly question, because the smile on my face told him that I had. He told me that he’d paid Andre an extra 100 euros for the extra service. After a while we crept back in to see Kelly face up, eyes closed, with Andre working on her legs. We could see that she was as wet as I was. Kelly gasped a bit when Andre spread her legs and she obviously tensed-up a bit as he started on her pussy. Andre said something to her in a sexy French voice and she relaxed. Even though her eyes were closed I could see that she was a bit shocked when Andre started opening her legs and she let out a little moan when he first touched her clit.
God, Kelly is noisy when she cums.
Andre left and a short while later a young French lady in a short white skirt and top arrived. Jon was finally getting his massage. By the time she asked Jon to turn face up he had a massive hard-on. Kelly giggled a bit. For a finale, she massaged his balls and cock then wanked him until he shot his load all over his chest.
That night we ate in the hotel’s posh restaurant. We got excellent service, possibly because the waiters got an eyeful of our breasts and my pussy (I couldn’t see Kelly’s lap) each time one of them came to the table.
The other nights we ate out at restaurants that we came across while walking around. We got good service at those restaurants as well. I wonder if it was something to do with the length of our skirts and gaping tops. Both those nights out we all got a little tipsy and I ended up having my dress taken off me as soon as we got in the elevator. I was hoping (not) that no one else would get in, but on the second night just after Jon had me drop my dress, the elevator stopped and 2 middle aged men got in. They spent the rest of the ride just staring at me. Nice, but it would have been more of a turn-on if they had been younger.
Jon had me out on the balcony that night. It seemed so romantic being fucked out in the fresh air while looking out over the centre of Paris.
The weekend was over way too quick and it was time to get the train back home. I think that we picked a bad (or was it a good) time to get on a train to cross Paris. It was crowded. We were all squashed. I could feel a man’s hard-on pressing into my bum and a hand sliding up my leg under my miniskirt. Unfortunately we got to the Eurostar station before anything else happened. Afterwards, Kelly told me that she had had a hand on her bare bum as well.

The third ‘event’ that was memorable (well for Kelly and Jon anyway) was the on Eurostar from Paris to London. The seats we had were two doubles facing each other. Kelly was in the window seat with me next to her, and Jon was opposite Kelly. Within ten minutes of leaving Paris I was asleep and didn’t wake-up until we were in the tunnel. Anyway, Kelly noticed that my knees were a few inches apart. She told Jon (who I can’t believe hadn’t noticed) and he gently eased my knees much further apart. With my skirt being so short, my pussy was on full display. Apparently a few people noticed as they walked along the train. One man apparently went up and down and passed us three times.
Neither of them told me until later that evening back at home.

Kelly and Mandy’s dares are going well, albeit a bit slow. They’ve both let Mandy’s brother see them naked as they went from Mandy’s bedroom to the bathroom, and Mandy has let him peek at her while she masturbated naked on her bed. It’s Kelly’s turn to let him watch her masturbate next time she has a sleepover.
Kelly had to wear her Ben Wa balls for a PE lesson. The girls are supposed to wear thick, horrible schoolgirl knickers under their short skirts for PE, but none of them do. They all wear normal knickers or thongs. The teacher ignores this rule, possibly because she is (allegedly) a lesbian. Anyway, Kelly was wearing a thong that day but had to take it off for PE to comply with the dare. Kelly came close to having an orgasm a couple of times and the teacher asked her if she was feeling okay. She had real problems keeping them in, but somehow managed to make it to the end of the lesson with only two reprimands from the teacher for lack of effort.
The best bit was at the end of the lesson. As she stripped off for the shower, one finally fell out and clunked on the floor. Kelly put her foot on it and none of the other girls saw it but when she looked over to the teacher’s office the teacher was looking at her.
Nothing was said.
Kelly’s next dare for Mandy is to wait until the weather is warm and her parents are out; and to sunbathe naked out the back of her house. The intention being to let the youths in the house at the bottom of their garden see her. She has to do this even if her brother is at home.
I do hope that we have some decent weather for a change, and that this dare will happen.
Mandy’s still thinking about what Kelly’s next dare will be.

We are still deciding what to do for the school summer holidays. Kelly wants to go to Spain again and take a few more of her friends. Jon isn’t so sure. I think that he’s worried that he will not be able to cope with lots of naked young female flesh, all wanting him to fuck them. I jokingly suggested that he get a supply of Viagra.
Well, I think that’s about it for now. I promise that I’ll keep these updates cumming.

Love,

Vanessa

 

Update December 2008

Update December 2008

Once again I’m slow in writing an update. This time Jon got his schoolmasters cane out and gave me six of the best on my backside while I was bent over the arm of the sofa. He then stood on the sofa and swung the cane down between the crack of my ass. It whipped round and the end of the cane hit my clit. Wow, painful. He did it 3 more times which wasn’t enough to make me cum, but certainly enough for me to be sore for nearly a week.

Anyway, the update!

As usual these days Kelly is the main focus of most of our time, but she is getting more independent and out with her mates more so Jon and I are having a bit more time on our own, hence the caning.



Kelly and Mandy have both got boyfriends now. Kelly has told me that both of them are getting fucked. It turns out that Mandy’s boyfriend is Hannah’s older brother.

Talking about Hannah, after her first lone visit, she came back a couple of weeks later while Kelly was at Mandy’s house and asked for a repeat session. Jon was at home but Hannah didn’t know that until she was restrained. Jon came into the room and just stood there looking at her. As soon as she saw him she went bright red and got VERY wet. Jon noticed her pussy lips swelling and opening. Her juices were very visible. Jon set-up a vibe just inside her and we left her for about half an hour. When he went back to her, Jon asked her what she wanted. She just said, “Please fuck me.” Three times he asked and in the end she pleaded with him to fuck her. Needless to say he did. Afterwards he left her for another 30 minutes, strung-up with the vibe well inside her. She was exhausted when I finally took her down and put her in the shower.

Over a coffee she told me about a recurring dream that she has where she’s tied up and gang-banged. That gave me an idea. I went and asked Jon if we were still going to have a barbeque after the summer holidays. I went back to Hannah and told her that I was going to make her dream come true – if she wanted me to. She was silent for a minute and then asked me if she could wear a mask so that other people wouldn’t be able to recognise her. I told her that we could arrange that and she said, “Yes please.”

Later, when Jon told Kelly that we were having a barbeque she asked if Mandy could come, then when Jon said “yes” she asked if their boyfriends could come. Jon didn’t look too pleased but agreed. This meant that the barbeque had to be carefully organised but we still went ahead telling Kelly that she and Mandy mustn’t tell anyone; especially their boyfriends about it and that it would be a pleasant surprise for them. We didn’t tell them that Hannah was coming.

At the end of the school holidays we had the barbeque and the weather was kind to us for a change. I’d arranged for Hannah to arrive at 2 pm and had sent Kelly and Mandy to Kelly’s room about ten minutes to. Jon had already arranged a screen round the scaffold frame, which I usually get restrained on, in the back garden (see my Journal 27 June).

As soon as Hannah arrived I asked her if she was sure that she wanted to go through with it. Blushing she said, “Yes please.” She asked again if Kelly and Mandy would be there. I lied.

I took her outside and behind the screen then told her to strip off. She was only wearing a mini skirt, top and shoes (no underwear) so it didn’t take long. I then restrained her, spread-eagled, face up, on the frame. Telling her that she would have to wait for about an hour I plugged her mp3 player into her ears, put ear defenders on top of her mp3 ear buds then put a big clown mask on her. You couldn’t even see what colour hair she has. It was a good job that I knew that Hannah was 16 because she looked a lot younger with her small body, pert little breasts and hairless pussy. I’m sure she could get away with pretending to be 12 or 13.

As I left her I ran a finger up her slit. She was wet, very wet.

Jon had invited just a select few quests (3 men and 2 women) who have previously been to our parties, and Bridie. I stripped-off my dress as soon as the door bell rang when the first of them arrived. Jon had told me that I would be serving the food and drinks naked all afternoon.

When Kelly’s and Mandy’s boyfriends arrived they got quite a shock when I opened the door then called for the girls to come down. Both girls were wearing little mini skirts and halter tops – no bras or knickers.

It was the first time that we had met the boyfriends and were pleased to see that they were ‘normal’ looking and quite polite too. Jon took them to one side and told them that none of what they saw and did that afternoon was ever to be discussed with anyone other than the people at the barbeque. I suspect that he also threatened them with something if they didn’t comply because they had serious faces when they came back into the room. They soon perked-up when the girls went to them.

Anyway, Jon did the cooking and I kept everyone topped-up with drinks and food.

After a couple of hours or so, Jon announced that there was an extra bit of entertainment for anyone who wished to join in. I went behind the screen and check that Hannah was happy to continue and that her mp3 player was still working. I gave her a drink then put a gag on her and then moved the screens. You should have seen the faces of the 2 boyfriends when they saw Hannah, not that they could tell that it was Hannah. You should also have seen the tents that appeared in their trousers. Kelly and Mandy saw them, looked at each other then giggled.

Jon announced that all the men were to wear a condom (Jon provided a box of them) for their turn. I then let everyone take a number out of a box to decide who went first.

One of the men asked if the girl was ‘legal’. Jon assured everyone that she was over 16 and a willing participant.

Everyone watched as one by one everyone fucked Hannah. Both boyfriends checked with their girl before taking their turn.

The women and Kelly and Mandy also had a play with Hannah’s body.

It was great watching Hannah cum, again and again and again. Her little nipples were rock hard and she was covered in sweat. There was no problem with a dry pussy; Hannah was producing enough juice to keep going for hours. She didn’t, it was all over in about 40 minutes.

Afterwards, most people left. Even the girls and boyfriends left. Kelly told us that they were going for a walk in the local woods. I smiled and knew what they were going to get up to.

When only Bridie was left, we went and freed Hannah. Bridie and I had to help her to the shower. She was absolutely knackered, but very happy.

Jon took her home before Kelly returned. When she did, she asked us if the girl was Hannah. We confessed and got her to promise that she would never tell anyone, not even Mandy.

We still haven’t told Hannah that one of the men who fucked her was her brother.

After Bridie and I had cleaned up everything we all had a few drinks before having a good night in bed together (the 3 of us).



Kelly’s and Mandy’s dare games are still going well. The most memorable was the naked sunbathing. It took weeks for the right time for it to happen. The weather had to be warm enough, Mandy’s parents had to be out for the day and her little brother had to be at home. As it happened, one of his mates was there as well and Kelly had to persuade Mandy to go through with it. In the end Mandy dared Kelly to join her. She did.

They were both nervous as hell as they went out in their string bikinis. Apparently the boys went very quiet and stared as they walked past them on the way out. The girls started out by rubbing sun lotion all over each other. Then they lay on their stomachs and untied their tops. They kept taking sneaky looks at the windows of the house, and of the house at the bottom of the garden. Two young faces kept appearing for a few seconds then disappearing.

After a while they turned over, letting their tops fall away. By then Kelly told us that she was getting quite excited.

Shortly after that Mandy saw a youths face at a window in the house at the bottom of the garden. Luck was on their side so they untied the strings of their bikini bottoms but left their pussies covered. After a few minutes they decided to turn over again. They both decided to let their bottoms fall away as they got onto their stomachs.

This time they waited longer before turning over again, leaving them stark naked with 2 younger boys and 2 older teenagers watching them. Kelly told us they were both very excited by that time.

Then the dares stared again. Kelly dared Mandy to spread her legs, she did. Then Mandy dared Kelly to finger herself, she did. It all ended shortly after Kelly had an orgasm.

They both walked back to Mandy’s bedroom naked with 2 young boys staring at them.

We’re waiting for the next round of dares.


At the start of the school summer holidays Jon took Kelly and me camping to the Lake District for a few days. The weather wasn’t good, but there again, it wasn’t bad. England doesn’t get proper summers any more.

Kelly had never been camping before and was really looking forward to it.

It was early evening when we got to the camp site so all we did was put up the tent then go to the pub for a quick drink and something to eat. The three of us slept in one end of the frame tent. We took the double sleeping bag but there wasn’t much room for the three of us so we put it underneath us and used the big quilt to keep us warm.

If you’ve read my other updates you will know that Kelly is a bit ‘vocal’ when she’s getting fucked. That night was no exception and she attracted a bit of attention from people in some of the other tents around us. In particular the group of young men that had arrived earlier that evening. There were all sorts of comments being shouted. It was quite funny.


The sun was shining when we got up the first morning. I’ve got this apron with a full-sized picture of a naked woman (neck to knees) on it, and that was all Jon told me to wear when I got breakfast ready. I set-up the little stove just outside the tent and got on with it. I was glad that I was wearing that apron because it got splashed with hot fat as I cooked the bacon. We were up before most of the other campers so no one realised that the apron was all I was wearing.

That day we went to Windermere and had a good wander around. On the way back Jon suddenly stopped the car and turned round. Before drive off he turned to Kelly and said, “Give me your thong.” Kelly looked puzzled (I was as well) but did as she was told. Jon stuffed it in his pocked then drove about half a mile back down the road then pulled in to a drive with a big sign saying ‘Horse and Pony Trekking’. Kelly said, “What are you doing?” Jon told us that we were going horse riding. Kelly protested saying that we weren’t dressed for it. True, because all Kelly were wearing was a mini skirt and smallish top. “Don’t worry, we’ll sort something out.

And he did. We waited by the car while he went in and ‘sorted’ it. When he came back he had three of those hard hats that horse riders wear. When he handed one to Kelly she said, “That wasn’t what I meant, I’ve got a mini skirt on.” “So?” was all Jon said, and then a few seconds later, “Come on.”

We went to the stables and over to a girl who was probably not much older than Kelly. She looked at us and then said, “You want to go riding dressed like that?” “Yes, we do, and none of us has much experience at horse riding.” Jon said. The girl smiled then told us to follow her. She got four horses ready then led one out to us. She looked at me and said, “This one is for you.” She led me over to some steps that I could climb to get on the animal. There weren’t many people around and no one (apart from Jon, Kelly and the girl) saw my skirt rise up round my waist. It settled down a bit as I shuffled myself into a comfortable position. The girl’s eyes opened wide (so Jon later told me) when she saw that I wasn’t wearing knickers. It was quite nice sitting on the horse with my legs wide apart and my pussy against the leather saddle.

When Kelly’s horse was led to her she said, “I can’t do this,” but a few words later she was climbing the steps to get on. This time I saw the girls face as she saw that Kelly wasn’t wearing any knickers as well. She seemed to stare at Kelly’s pussy.

After Jon was on his horse the girl got on hers and led us out of the yard and up onto a track. Fortunately we never went faster than walking pace. When we were out in the middle of nowhere, Jon called the girl and she stopped and waited for Jon to catch up. I heard him asking her if we were going to stay on a deserted track. When she told him that we were only likely to see one or two hikers, Jon asked her if she would mind if Kelly and I could ride dressed like Lady Godiva. She looked stunned at first then said, “They’ve got to keep the hats on, if anything happened we’d have a big problem with the insurance.”

Jon then told Kelly and me to ‘strip.’ Kelly said, “What!” but when she saw me taking my top off she started to take hers off. Taking our skirts off was a bit more interesting but we finally managed it.

We must have looked right idiots on horseback wearing only trainers and those silly hats.

After about half an hour we hadn’t seen anyone, but we could see the stables so the girl stopped and told us that we’d better get dressed. Jon handed us our clothes and we had more fun trying to put our skirts back on. Unfortunately I fell off my horse leaving me legs akimbo on the floor with my skirt round one ankle. I was dazed, but not hurt. Jon told me not to move until he’d checked me over. Both Jon and the girl got off their horses and came over to me. The girl watched as Jon told me to try moving each limb in turn. I looked at the girl and I’m sure that she was staring at my pussy. I convinced Jon that I was okay and I got up - slowly. I put my skirt on then the girl held my horse as I got back on – with Jon’s help.

As the horses were walking that last bit to the stables I could hear the girl telling Jon that she had often dreamed about riding naked. Jon said, “Don’t just dream about it, do it, I’m sure that you’ll enjoy yourself.”

Back at the stables my skirt rode high up past my waist as I slid off. So did Kelly’s, and we were being watched by a small group of riders that had just come back from the opposite direction.

That night we went to the pub and then Kelly got ‘vocal’ again. More comments from other campers about what they would like to do to her.


The next morning we were late getting up and there was more activity on our area of the site. As I was getting breakfast one of the group of young men walked past our tent and his facial expression told me that he had realised that the apron was all I was wearing. A few minutes later he was back with a cup in his hand. I smiled as he asked if I had any sugar that he could borrow. Not very original, but what the hell?
Jon and Kelly were still asleep. I pointed to the pile of food and pans in the tent and said, “Help yourself,” knowing that he would have to go behind me. When he was in the tent and I turned round to see how he was getting on, he wasn’t looking at my ass, he was looking into the sleeping area (the zips and flaps were wide open. I looked over towards Kelly and Jon and saw that they were both asleep, but Kelly had pushed the quilt off herself. She was on her back with nothing covering her naked body. The young man was enjoying the sight.

After a few seconds I disturbed his thoughts and asked him if he would like a cup of tea. His face went a bit red and he nodded. I told him to sit on one of our chairs which he shuffled round so that he could keep on looking at Kelly. After I’d given him his tea I sat down so that he wouldn’t have to turn his head to look at me.

I tried to make a conversation with him but it was difficult. In the end I just said, “Pretty isn’t she?” He heard that and nodded his head. I let him soak-up the scenery and drink his tea while I looked that the growing bulge in his shorts.

A few minutes later Kelly woke-up. She saw me, and then the young man; and not moving she said, “Hi, my name’s Kelly, what’s yours?” He mumbled something then got up and said, “I’ve got to go, thanks for the tea,” and he went. At least he was polite.

It was raining that day and when it came time to go and shower, Jon told Kelly and me not to wear anything under our cagoules (long waterproof jacket). When we got to the showers there was a queue. After a minute or so, I grabbed Kelly’s arm and pulled her towards the men’s showers. As we went in a middle-aged man stared at us so I said, “Long queue for the ladies,” and pushed a shower door open. We were well into our shower when the door opened (I’d ‘forgotten’ to lock the door – oops!) and a youngish man stared at us. I stared back as Kelly’s hands moved to cover her interesting places. The man seemed transfixed so I walked over to him and gently pushed him out saying that we needed some privacy. After I locked the door I turned to Kelly who burst out laughing. There were only a couple of teenage boys at the sinks when we left. They just stared at us.

Jon decided that because it was raining we’d go and get even wetter – swimming. Jon had told me to pack a couple of bikinis just in case. I had made these bikinis earlier this year, at Jon’s request. They are both skimpy, string bikinis, one yellow, and the other white. They are both un-lined and made out of material that goes virtually transparent when wet. The other thing about them is that they are crotchless. The crotchless knickers that I’ve seen in the past had material that meets over your pussy, but can be adjusted so that your pussy and lips are visible. The thing about these crotchless bikinis is that the material over your pussy will not meet so your clit and lips are always visible if you open your legs.

We drove to a leisure centre in a small touristy town. The first thing that we noticed was that the changing cubicles (men’s and women’s) were all in one big room. Some of them were labelled as ‘family’ cubicles. Jon led us to a family cubicle, one that was next to a ‘normal’ sized one. As we went in I noticed that there was a hole in the thin wall, at the opposite end to the seat that was stuffed with paper. Jon pulled the paper out. I pulled the bikinis out and asked Kelly which one she wanted. She looked them over then asked Jon if he really wanted her to wear one of those. Jon said that he’d rather that we all swam naked but he didn’t want to get us arrested. I smiled, knowing that as soon as we got wet we might as well be naked.
Kelly chose the yellow bikini.

As we were getting changed Jon whispered that we had an audience. I turned and saw a pair of feet with the toes pointing towards us. I could also see an eye at the other side of the hole. We finished stripping then Jon whispered that we were going to put a little show on for him – or her.

Jon sat on the seat with his knees well apart. As Kelly watched, Jon got me to get him hard with my mouth. It didn’t take long. He then closed his knees and motioned for me to stand with my back to him and my feet outside his. He then pulled me down onto him. We slowly fucked for quite a while before Kelly let us know that she wanted some, so we swapped over. Jon had to put his hand over Kelly’s mouth to stop her making too much noise. He shot his load into Kelly.

We put our costumes on but had to wait for a while for Jon to go soft. I had my back to the hole as I was putting my bikini bottoms on and as I pulled them up I backed my pussy to the hole. For a split second I could swear that a finger came through the hole and touched my pussy.

We messed about in the pool for a while then Kelly decided that she wanted to have a go on the water slide. Kelly had already commented on the fact that my nipples and areolas were clearly visible through my bikini top. I said, “You want to see my bikini bottoms.” It didn’t twig that her bikini would be just as see through.

The water slide wasn’t that big, but you still needed to go up some steps to get to the top. It was going up those steps that Kelly realised that her bikini was virtually transparent as well. On top of that it was clinging so that she was sporting a beautiful camel toe (so was I). At first Kelly tried to cover up, but in the end she gave up and let anyone who wanted have a look. The crotchless part of the bikinis proved quite revealing to the people behind us going up the steps if we didn’t keep our legs shut. A couple of times I held back going up the steps until I could get just in front of a young man. Kelly didn’t realise what I was doing at first, but when she twigged she helped plan our timing.

One time when we were walking over to the slide one of the lifeguards was walking towards us. He saw how revealing our bikinis were and started to say something, but then stopped, shook his head a bit then walked off. For a second I thought that we were going to get thrown out.

When we were in the pool Jon kept telling me to swim breast stroke on my back and I gave a couple of people a nice surprise.

There were a few kids in the pool who had goggles or face masks. We stayed away from the younger ones, but there was one boy who looked about fourteen or fifteen who appeared to be on his own, and who obviously liked looking at our bodies underwater (he had a full face mask), so I made sure that he saw what he wanted. I even stepped over him as he swam close to me, face up. I thing that he close to drowning by the time that he came up for air.

When we’d had enough we got out and went looking for the showers. We found them; they were at one end of the changing rooms in cubicles just like the changing cubicles. We went to out lockers, stripped off in the open area (no one seemed to notice us), put towels round ourselves and went back to the showers. We each went in a separate one and again, I ‘forgot’ to lock the door. I am careless at times. Anyway, I was shampooing my short hair with my back to the door when I head a man say, “Oops, sorry son I didn’t realise that there was someone in here. You should have locked the door.” I turned round and he went a bit red when he saw that I wasn’t a boy. I let him look for a few seconds before I said, “The lock’s broken.” He turned and went out pulling the door closed behind him. Seconds later I heard Kelly scream. I opened the door and saw a naked Jon looking at the man as he backed out of Kelly’s cubicle saying, “Sorry.”

Jon had gone when I finished my shower so I waited for Kelly, who took ages. We got our clothes out of our lockers then went looking for Jon. We realised that he was in the same family changing cubicle when two teenage girls walking past the cubicle with its open door, gasped then giggled. When we went in, there was Jon, stark naked and sporting a semi, drying his hair.

The hole in the wall was plugged with paper again so I removed it. There didn’t appear to be anyone in the cubicle next door to start with but a few seconds later I saw a pair of girls pink shoes just on the other side. They were moving a bit so I guessed that there was someone in them. A little later Jon whispered that we had an audience again. As it was a girl (probably) Jon stood facing the hole and slowly wanked for a few seconds then told me to give him a blow job. Just before he came, he stopped me then bent me over and rammed into me from behind. After a few strokes I was full with his cum. While we were doing this Kelly was slowly getting dressed while she watched us.

We finished getting dressed and as we walked down the corridor I looked back to see a teenage girl standing half out of the cubicle, and staring at us. I smiled at her.

We dumped our gear in the car and then went looking for a café. We found one that was like many cafés in the Lake District, converted shops that still have the big windows either side of the front door. We sat at the table in one of the windows with me facing the window and Jon and Kelly on either side. Half way through the coffee Kelly said, “What’s that man looking at?” Both Jon and me looked up. Yes, the man was looking at me, or to be more precise, at my pussy. Without realising it I had slouched down in the chair and opened my knees. Jon told us to ignore him and me to keep my knees open. We completely ignored the man and I never saw him leave.

That night we went to a different pub and discovered that it had a pool table in a separate room off the main area. The room was big enough to have the pool table in the middle and small tables and chairs round them. We got our drinks and went and watched the people that were playing. There were a handful of young people in the room. After about half an hour Jon asked Kelly if she wanted a game. When she said yes but that she’d never played before Jon told me to teach her. In my school days there was virtually nothing in our small town for young people to do. The one exception was a youth club that opened a couple of night a week. That’s where I learned how to play.

I put some money on the corner of the table and we waited. When the game finished the youth looked over to me and nodded. Both Kelly and me were wearing mini skirts and lose fitting tops without any underwear. Needless to say we put on quite a show and the room went quiet every time one of us took a shot. I got quite wet knowing that my pussy was being stared at so much.

Eventually the game was over and we went back to our table.

Kelly was quiet that night as she had fallen asleep almost as soon as we went to bed. Jon fucked just me that night.

The weather was a better the next day and we decided to go for a bike ride. We eventually managed to find a shop that hired bikes but they only had men’s bikes (with a cross bar) left. I got the man to adjust the seats on Kelly’s and my bike so that our backsides had to move from side to side for us to reach the peddles. If we wanted to stop we had to slide off the seat and sit on the cross bar. That cold crossbar gave my wet puss a really nice feeling. Kelly was a unsure about the saddle height at first, but I convinced her to try it. She was pleased that I did.

We set off with our little skirts blowing in the wind. There was quite a bit of traffic making cycling on the road a bit dangerous so when Jon saw a sign for a public footpath we headed down that. I was glad because the sliding of my puss on the seat was making it a bit hard to concentrate on the traffic; and Kelly looked as if she was having the same ‘problem’.

There were a few people walking along that path and we got a few funny looks as our skirts blew up around our waists. Not that any of them could see our pussies, they were being ‘pleasured’ by the saddles.

As we rode through a wooded area Jon stopped us and we went into the woods a bit. Jon had us Kelly then me up against a tree. We were both so wet and excited that we had both cum before Jon did. He kept ramming into me until he eventually came.

About half way through the ride Kelly asked if she could use the bike that was in our garage. When Jon told her that she could, she asked why it has a hole in the middle of the saddle. We all stopped and Jon told her that I have both a dildo and a vibe that fit nicely into that hole. Looking at me, Kelly said, “So you ride the bike with your cunt impaled on the dildo?” “Yes, it’s nice,” I replied. Kelly just said, “Cool.”

It started to rain so we headed back. By the time we got back to the road our clothes wet and clingy. The man at the bike shop was looking at our nipples, pushing our tops out all the time that we were going through the hand-back.


That evening we packed the car and headed for home. Jon and me shared the driving while Kelly slept for most of the time.



There was just the three of us that went to Spain later on in the school holidays. We had a quiet 3 weeks there. Very relaxing, and great for the all-over tans. Kelly missed her boyfriend, but didn’t miss out on the sex. I think that Jon fucked her as many times as he fucked me.

One memorable occasion was a sort of repeat of one adventure we first had the first time we went there. It was at the naturist beach; Jon put Kelly and me on towels just off the beach, in the dunes, next to one of the many paths that go parallel to the beach. Lots of men wander along these paths all day long. I don’t know if they are there to perv or what. Who cares?

Jon gave me a packet of cigarettes and a lighter that I had to leave visible. Kelly was a little worried at us being alone, but Jon told her that he wouldn’t be far away and would always be watching us and able to hear us if one of us shouted. He then inserted a remote vibe into me and left us to take in the sun.

It wasn’t long before the vibe went on, I started getting excited and men started walking close to us. My legs were wide apart and after a while Kelly’s were too. I could see that she was getting excited too.

Contact – a man stopped close by and got a cigarette out. After pretending not to find any matches he looked at me, then the lighter, then walked the few paces to my side. As he started to talk to me in Spanish Jon wound up the vibe. I gasped and bit my lip, and pretended not to understand what the man wanted. After looking me up and down a couple of times he pointed to the lighter. I nodded and he helped himself to a light.

I was so close to cumming as he walked away.

This happened a couple more times until Jon finally made me cum as a man was lighting his cancer stick. You should have seen his face as I shuddered and shook with the pleasure.

All this time Kelly was watching and getting more excited. After I’d cum she said that she wanted a go. When we thought no one was looking I got the vibe out and passed it to her. It slipped into her very quickly. I put the cigarettes and lighter near her waist and looked over to Jon. He nodded and switched on.

Jon kept her simmering until a ‘victim’ came over to us. Kelly couldn’t hold her orgasm and came just as the man bent down. As you readers will know, Kelly is a bit vocal when she cums and this time was no exception. The man was speechless as Kelly moaned and shuddered. He just stood there and stared.

Eventually he wandered off and Jon decided to call it a day.


Another day we went to the same beach late afternoon. Jon was a bit tired and we just lay there relaxing and enjoying the sun. Kelly kept asking Jon to fuck her there on the beach but he wouldn’t. I think that he was just too tired. After a couple of hours or so we went for something to eat at one of the beach bars. We were there for quite a while having a full meal. Afterwards we walked back to the car and got in. Instead of driving onto the road Jon drove further along the sand road. He stopped and parked under some trees and got out. Stripping off he told us to get out and do the same. Jon had semi hard-on that was sticking out straight forward.

The three of us waked into the dunes, naked with just a towel and flip-flops on. We wandered around attracting the attention of quite a few of the men that were around there. Eventually, Jon found an open sandy area and we lay down to enjoy the evening sun. All the time that we’d been walking around there Kelly had been sticking close to Jon and was obviously a bit nervous being there with all those men watching.

Jon’s semi became a full hard-on and he told us that us two girls were going to take care of it. He told Kelly to mount him which she nervously did. All the time she was looking around to see if anyone was watching. She was just getting well into it when she suddenly stopped and said, “There’s a man watching us over there.” “So what?” Jon said, “Just ignore him and enjoy yourself.” Kelly slowly relaxed and started going up and down on Jon. He stopped her before either of them came and told me to get on. Kelly lay next to Jon and he was finger fucking her as I rode him.
By that time there were four or five men in the bushes around us. At least one was openly wanking.

Jon made Kelly cum just about the same time as we both came. Jon then told me to clean both Kelly and then him up with my mouth.

We lay there for about fifteen minutes watching our dwindling audience before going back to the car and driving back, all of us naked.


Jon took it well, but I could tell that he wasn’t too happy when Kelly beat him at the go-cart racing. The interesting thing was that both Kelly and I were wearing floaty mini skirts and the seat belts didn’t hold them down. As we raced round the circuit both skirts were up round our waists. The audience numbers seemed to increase during that time.


Talking of Jon, just before we went to Spain he bought a new pair of running shorts from a company called N2N. They’re purple mesh. They came with an extra piece of material that would attach to the inside front so that his dick and balls would not be visible through the mesh. Needless to say that that bit went in the bin the day that they arrived. Jon wore those shorts a lot when we were out and about. Although they’re mesh, a casual glance will not reveal that you can see what’s underneath. It takes more of a look to realise that you can see his goodies.


Kelly wore some of my slightly see through clothes when we in Spain. Of course, one of the conditions of us going was that Kelly left all her underwear at home. When he told her about this, she instantly agreed. She looked really sexy when the sunlight shone through the thin material revealing her beautiful body.


Kelly is getting quite relaxed at being naked, or near naked in public. When we all went for a walk out the back of Jon’s villa she was quite excited when we walked along a path that was alongside a road and a few cars went by beeping their horns when they saw us.


Kelly was getting just as much attention as me from the men in the bars and nightclubs that we went to. It was a good job that Jon was there to keep an eye on things. There were a couple of times when a smooth talking guy nearly managed to talk her into going off with him. Mind you, I’m sure that the alcohol weakened her resistance.


The sybian got used quite a bit, mainly outside by the swimming pool. Jon spent many hours sunbathing and watching Kelly or me bring ourselves off on that wonderful machine.


Kelly went down to the garage one morning and came back and asked Jon if she could have a go on the electric shock dildo (see Villa in Spain). Jon reminded her that an electric shock to her pussy would hurt, but she still wanted a go. We all went down to the garage and got her set-up. Kelly’s face of nervous anticipation was fantastic. Jon set the voltage of the shock to low and switched it on.
Kelly did well, she lasted about 20 minutes before her feet went down a bit and she screamed as the tip of the dildo touched her puss. Her feet immediately went up again and contact was lost. “That wasn’t bad,” she said, and lowered her feet deliberately. The tip of the dildo went inside her puss and she rolled her hips a bit. She was enjoying it.

Jon said that the voltage was set too low, told her to raise up, and he upped the power. She looked nervous again and tried to stay up for as long as she could. When the inevitable happened there was another loud scream. Her heals shot up. She was starting to sweat as she struggled to stay off the dildo. There was no way that she could last long, and down she went.

Another scream and up she went again. Jon asked her if she wanted to stop but she shook her head from side to side.

Again she went down and screamed again. This time her heels didn’t go up again. She stayed down and screamed almost continuously as she rolled her hips as much as was possible.

It took only about 20 seconds before the screams were mixed with load moans as she started to orgasm. It seemed to go on for ever and the sweat was starting to roll down her body. Eventually she shouted, “Stop, Stop, please stop.” Jon immediately switched the power off and Kelly relaxed so that the ropes holding her in place took all her weight and the dildo went in as far as it could.

Jon held her while I removed the rope and clamps before we carried her up and out onto a sun lounger.

I got her a cold drink and went and sat beside her. After she drank most of the drink, I asked her if she was okay. “Fuck yes,” she said, “that was unbelievable. I’ve got to do that again.” Unfortunately she had left finding the courage to the day before we were going home and she only managed to have one more go before we left. That second time was very much a repeat of the first time except that the nervous anticipation look on her face was replaced with look of ‘come on, fuck me.’

She had to wait that second time because Jon told me to have a go first. When Jon and Kelly took me off they sat me on a chair so that I could watch Kelly.

The three weeks went all too quick and we headed back to a cold England. About a week later we had the barbeque and shortly after that Kelly started back at school again.



Last week, someone at Jon’s work brought a questionnaire into work for the women to answer. Jon brought it home for Kelly and me to answer. Jon told me to include the question in this update just in case anyone was interested.

The questions – please give details where appropriate: -
1 Have you ever gone commando?
2 If so, how often?
3 If all the time, for how long?
4 Have you ever gone out without a bra?
5 Have you ever gone out in a mini dress or skirt without wearing knickers and/or tights?
6 Have you ever gone out wearing underwear and come back home with them in your purse, or without them?
7 Have you ever given a soiled pair of knickers to a man?
8 Have you ever changed clothes with someone whilst out?
9 Have you ever suddenly realised that you were exposing one or both breasts when you never intended to?
10 Have you ever deliberately exposed one or both breasts to a stranger?
11 Have you ever gone out wearing something see-through with nothing underneath?
12 Is your pussy hairy or bald?
13 If bald, how long has it been that way?
14 If hairy do you trim it? If so, how short?
15 If hairy do you trim it into a particular shape? If so, what?
16 Have you ever suddenly realised that you were exposing your pussy when you never intended to?
17 Have you ever deliberately exposed your pussy to a stranger?
18 Have you ever stripped naked in public? Changing rooms do not count.
19 Have you ever masturbated in public?
20 Have you ever had full sex in public?
21 Have you ever gone out with an object in your pussy (other than a tampon)?
22 Do you own any ben-wa balls?
23 If yes, have you ever gone out wearing them?
24 If yes, have they ever dropped out in an embarrassing place?
25 Have you ever been to a clothes optional or nude beach?
26 If yes, did you get naked?

I though about putting these as a quiz on my web site but I don’t know how.



I got a little upset a few weeks ago when I read some comments about me on a forum. They were from a woman who basically said that my writing was a load of rubbish and none of it was true. When I told Jon about it he said, “Don’t let it upset you, both you and me know that everything that you’ve written is what we have done, except for the Amy and Debbie stories; there’s bound to be some jealous people around who haven’t got the guts or the imagination to do what we’ve done. There’s also people around who won’t believe what we’ve done just because they couldn’t think of them and don’t believe that they could do them.” That made me feel better because after a while I realised that he’s right. And anyway who cares what other people think?

I still thought about what that woman wrote and yes, my writings are nothing like any of the novels that I’ve read, but there again they’re bound not to be, they’re about what Jon and I have done. My writings will never win any awards for literacy but I’m not trying to be a brilliant author. All I’m doing is writing about what we’ve done. If people want to read them and find them entertaining then great, I’m pleased that I’ve given them some pleasure. If people don’t want to read them, or don’t like them, then fine again. We each make our own choices. No one is forcing anyone to do or read or believe anything. Live and let live!

On another subject of choice, my boobs. They hover between an ‘A’ and an ‘AA’ cup. Just lately one or two people have asked me if I had considered getting a boob-job done. Never! Is what I always tell them, I’m proud of my boobs and big nipples. If they were bigger it would be more difficult to let people see down my blouses when I bend over and I get turned-on when I see that someone (especially the men) is looking at them. My nipps get harder and there’s more for them to see. Apart from that, Jon has never raised the subject.


Anyway, I think that’s all for now. I hope that you enjoyed reading this. Please let me know – vanessaevans69@hotmail.com I’d also love to hear from you with any suggestion for ‘adventures’ that you’d like us to try.

Love,

V

 

Update June 2009

Update June 2009


Okay, it’s been a long time since my last update, sorry; and sorry RJ Taylor, I know that you’ve been waiting for me to get on with it. No real excuse other than I’ve been quite busy these last few months.

Right, straight into a few of our little adventures / happenings.


Jon took Kelly (now 17) and me to see a show in London one weekend in April (skirts, tops, dresses, coats and no underwear). We drove down on the Friday morning and stayed in a decent Hotel for a couple of nights.

The hotel was next to another one and we were lucky to get a room facing the other hotel. Needless to say that the curtains never got closed and we noticed a few people watching us. Jon had told me that I was to be naked all of the time that I was in the room and Kelly decided that if I was then she would be as well. I remember one time when both Kelly and me were looking out of the window trying to count the number of people who were watching us. There was one man who decided that he was going to strip off while we were watching him. He had a big cock and was still wanking when Jon told us to get dressed to go out.

On the Friday night we went to the show then to a restaurant. While we watched the show Jon (one of us on either side), had his hands working on our pussies. He made me cum but not Kelly. Perhaps that was good as (if you remember), Kelly gets a bit loud when she cums.

The restaurant was good and the waiter gave us excellent service, probably due to the view he was getting down our tops and of our legs, which were exposed right up to, and including, our pussies.

The wine flowed well and we were quite ‘happy’ by the time we got back to the hotel. Jon had us take our dresses off as soon as we got into the lift, but we saw no one as we went back to our room.

Jon opened the mini bar and decided that he needed some ice for the drinks. There wasn’t any, but Jon thought that there might be an ice machine near the lift on one of the floors (there wasn’t one on our floor, only a confectionery vending machine).

Jon bet both Kelly and me a new dress each that we wouldn’t go and get some ice, dressed the way we were – naked. Kelly and me both liked the idea of new dresses, and as it was 1 in the morning and that she had had a couple of glasses of wine, she was up for it. I didn’t have a choice, not that I would have said no if I did have a choice.

Jon told us that we had to start at the top (5th) floor and travel between floors using only the lift. It was deadly quiet outside our room so we quietly walked to the lift, purse in hand. It was on its way up before we pressed the button but it kept on going up passed our floor. By the time it came back down to us it was empty and the 5th floor was all quiet when we got out.

There wasn’t an ice machine on that floor so we pressed the lift button. It hadn’t moved to we got straight in. When the door opened on the 3rd floor (our room was on the 4th) we could hear voices but couldn’t see anyone. I had a look round the corner but saw no one.

Kelly pressed the lift button but it had gone down and was on its way back up. This time it stooped at our floor. When the doors opened a couple (probably in their thirties) started to get out but stopped dead in their tracks when they saw Kelly and me naked as the day we were born. The man started to say something but the woman grabbed his arm and pulled him passed us. We got in the lift and burst out laughing.

As the door opened on the 2nd floor I could hear someone talking. It was a man about Kelly’s age, talking to a teenage girl. They both stared at us then the girl said, “Lose a bet?” Kelly said, “Something like that.” We checked for an ice machine before going back to the lift with the couple still staring at us.

We checked the last floor without seeing anyone. It was then that I told Kelly that I vaguely remembered seeing some vending machines in a corner of reception. Kelly wasn’t sure that we should go down there, but after a little persuasion we got back in the lift and pressed ‘reception’.

When the doors opened we walked passed 2 girls who were waiting for the lift. One said, “Wow, I wish I had the nerve to do that.”

No one else seemed to notice us at first, but then I heard a man say, “Bloody hell, look at that!” I looked towards where the voice cane from and saw 4 men sitting at a table drinking. By the time I had looked, all 4 of them were looking at us; so was the receptionist (a young woman).

We found the vending machines but none had ice. Kelly wanted to go back to the lift but I told that that we’d ask at reception. Kelly looked nervous but we walked over to reception with all eyes staring at us.

The receptionist didn’t bat an eyelid as I asked her where we could get some ice. I was expecting her to say that she’d get room service to send some up to us but she told us that she’d get some brought to reception.

We stood there for ages as she phoned for someone to bring us some.

We tried to play it cool as we waited but it took ages and the men at the table got brave and came over to us.

“Shit!” Kelly said as she saw them start walking towards us.

All 4 of them were standing right next to us and their eyes never looked higher than our shoulders all the time as they tried to chat us up. They came out with all the stupid comments that men do when confronted with naked women.

Eventually a man came to us with a bucket of ice, I thanked him and we headed back to the lift one of the men begging to come with us.

By the time we got back to the room Jon was in bed waiting for the 2 of us to join him.

We just made it in time for the last breakfasts next morning before going out shopping for the new dresses that Jon promised us. Jon was very patient as we tried on dozens of dresses and teased lots of men by not closing curtains properly, not fastening doors properly and going out of the changing rooms to see if Jon approved of the dress we had on. Needles to say we tried on lots of very skimpy dresses and often started taking them off on the way back to the changing rooms.
I can confidently say that both of us put on a good show for the poor men that had to endure hours of patiently waiting for their partners whilst they took their time choosing new clothes.

Jon decided that we would eat in our room that night, then go and look for a bar to have a few drinks.

When we finally got back to the hotel I had a shower then switched on the TV while Kelly got in the shower. I was laid on the bed (naked) when there was a knock at the door. Jon told me to answer it and 2 men’s eyes light-up when they saw me. They wheeled the trolleys in and took their time setting things up on the table. All the time they kept looking at me as I stood there watching them work.

Kelly obviously hadn’t heard them and walked out of the bathroom wearing only a towel round her hair. All credit to her, she didn’t panic, instead she came and stood next to me and asked if I would help her dry her hair.

The 2 room service guys took their time then hovered near the door until Jon gave them a tip.

We walked for ages before finally finding a bar that Jon liked, a traditional London pub that was crowded. We managed to get a small table in one corner and stayed there teasing the men by opening our legs and bending forward so that they could see down our tops. The people in there were very friendly and we had a few conversations about all sorts.

When we got back to the hotel we put on a bit of a show for anyone who might have been looking from the hotel opposite. We didn’t even bother to look to see if we could see anyone looking but I bet that there was.

The next morning we did a bit of the touristy thing before heading back home.



An email friend (Jon the Ozbloke) reminded me of the time that Kelly went to see the doctor. She had been suffering from period pains for a few months and the medicine that I got her from the pharmacy hadn’t helped.

When she got there she found out that it was one of the men doctors that would be seeing her. She had gone there straight from school and that day she was wearing just her school dress, coat and shoes. A few of the girls in her class had had an underwearless day. When she was finally called in it was a doctor that she’d never seen before. He was ancient in her terminology which probably means around 40.

After a few minutes asking questions he told her that he’d better give her a physical examination just to make sure that there was nothing obviously wrong with her. He told her to go behind the screen, take her coat, dress and pants off and get on the bed. Because of what she was wearing this meant that she would be naked apart from shoes. She told me that she was nervous and apprehensive but she knew that she had to do it.

She was naked on her back when the curtain opened and the doctor went in. She said that her face flushed when she saw him, and that she felt a quick rush and twinge in her puss. The doctor told her that he was glad that she’d taken her bra off as it would save time when he would give her a breast examination.

He started by pressing at different places on her abdomen asking if anything hurt. Then he asked her to put her legs up into the stirrups. Kelly told me that she got another rush when he told her to do that.

She told me that he stared at her bald puss for hours (in reality it was probably just a few seconds – you know what teenagers are) before actually touching her. She jerked a bit when he touched her and he told her to relax.

Kelly told me that she quite enjoyed him poking and probing her and he said that he normally used some lubricant for the internal exam but that it wasn’t necessary with her. She told me that she was so close to cumming that she nearly drew blood biting her lip.

When the doctor had finished the internal examination he changed his latex gloves and then did the breast examination. She told me that her nipples were rock hard and that it was a ‘nice’ experience.

He then told her that she could get dressed and he watched her as she put her dress then coat on. He then surprised her by asking her if she normally didn’t wear underwear. When she said that she only wore them sometimes at school and just a few other occasions he said, “Good, the healthy option.”

He then gave her a prescription for some pills that have made her periods less painful.



Jon’s business is suffering because of the credit crunch (damn those bankers and politicians), and a few months ago he told me that I needed to find a job for a few months, but it’s not that easy. Most of the jobs on offer around here are either for engineers or medical professionals. There aren’t even any jobs going for hairdressers.

Eventually I managed to get a job as an admin assistant in a big office in town. My short skirts and low tops brighten-up the place, or so a couple of the men there tell me. Well, as you’d expect, I do take every opportunity to flash some skin. I’ve seen quite a few nice bulges in men’s trousers. There’s one shy, very quiet man there who is always trying to get a sneek look at me when he thinks that I haven’t seen him. When I see him looking I pretend not to notice and sit with my knees open or bend forward so that he can see my nipples down my top.

The office has this break room with about 15 low chairs. I like sitting at the end opposite the coffee machines in a very un-ladylike manor. I’ve seen a couple of men spill their hot coffee as they try to look up my skirt. I’m a terrible tease and do let some of them see what they are trying to see. Naughty me.

I have to go there and back by bus most days because of the crap weather and having to wear a coat. That doesn’t stop me having a bit of teasing fun whenever a good looking man sits next to me. Unfortunately, nearly all the buses round here these days are single-deckers so no fun going up the stairs.

On the few days that the weather has been okay I’ve gone to work on my bike. As I’m sure that you know, biking in a miniskirt can be ‘interesting’, both for the woman and for the male motorists. On the second time that I did it I got stopped by a police car. I’d passed it at some traffic lights about half a mile previous. There were 2 male policemen in it. The one that got out started giving me a lecture about me being a danger to both myself and other motorists by being dressed like I was. He told me that he’d seen my backside as my skirt floated up when I passed his car. He then had the cheek to ask me if I was wearing any underwear, saying that it was illegal to expose myself. I lied and told him that I was wearing a thong (knowing that there was no way that he could check – well, not legally).

After apologising (always best not to upset these people) he let me go. When I got home I told Jon and Kelly, which made them laugh. The next day Jon brought these black lycra leggings. They were minute and when I looked closer they were for a 6 year old. Jon told me to put them on. I wasn’t expecting to be able to but, after a lot of stretching, I got them on. Then I realises why Jon bought them. Because of the amount that they were stretched, you could see right through them. I could clearly see my puss and clit sticking out, and in the mirror I could clearly see the crack of my bum.

Jon told me to wear them under my skirt for cycling to and from work. The next day that it was sunny I did, but I didn’t like it. They spoilt the feeling of my pussy rubbing on the seat. That evening when I went to the toilet to put them on under my skirt I took my skirt off and rode home in just the leggings and my top. All the motorists behind me got a good look at my butt, especially when I stopped at road junctions.


Fortunately the office is right in the centre of town and I sometimes manage to escape into the shopping centre at lunch times. I’ll never get tired of going up and down those escalators. It’s always good for getting a warm glow in my nether region and giving me something good to think about during the boring afternoons.

Jon has designated Wednesday is Ben-Wa day. I have to wear them all day every Wednesday. Needless to say I don’t get that much work done on those days. So far I’ve managed to keep them in and not had any embarrassing experiences.

One Monday Jon had me go to work with a little vibe inside me, switched on. The batteries didn’t run flat until about 11 o’clock by which time the inside of my thighs were very wet. I cheated that lunchtime and went and got some new batteries for it. Jon forgave me for taking it out before I got home as I’d had another couple of hours of pleasure in the afternoon.

There’s one man there who seems to know when I’m aroused and is always coming over to me to ask stupid questions or to ask me to do something for him (work related that is). He’s a bit of a clever sod and at first I didn’t let him see anything, but as time has gone by I’ve relaxed and flashed him a bit.



We haven’t sorted out this year’s holiday yet, but it looks as if we will be going to Jon’s place in Spain again. Kelly has already asked if Mandy and Hannah (an come with us. Hannah still looks about 12 or 13 and she tells us that her pubic hair still hasn’t started growing. She does look cute in her school uniform.

Jon has this idea that we can take her to a swimming pool in a little girl’s swim suit and then get her to run round naked like a little kid and talk to her as if she’s 10 or 11. We haven’t said anything to her but the idea is growing on me. I just wish that I could get away with doing that.

I wonder if I could get away with acting like I have some mental problem and keep ripping my clothes off with Jon having to put them back on and apologising for me?

I’m looking forward to getting Hannah using the ‘toys’ that we’ve got there. I just know that she’s going have lots of fun.



Kelly and Mandy bet each other that they daren’t go through a McDonald’s drive-through naked. Jon told me that I could drive them, also in the nude. We did it one evening at a McDonalds a few miles from here. You should have seen the reaction of the young man who served us. Kelly thought that she knew him from somewhere but he never gave any signs of recognition, probably cos his eyes never went above our tits.



Kelly was 17 a few weeks ago and she had a party at home. Fortunately we managed to keep the numbers to a reasonable quantity. It went quite well. There was a bit of alcohol but they all managed to stay relatively sober. All the girls were wearing short skirts and tops and only a couple of the girls had bras on under their tops. I know that Kelly, Mandy and Hannah didn’t have knickers on but I’m not sure about the others.

Both Jon and me stayed out of the way for most of the time and I kept a dress on all the time. However there was one moment when Jon and me were fucking in out bedroom and I heard someone in the corridor. We hadn’t closed the door properly and when I looked over I was sure that I saw one of the boys looking through the little gap.



I think that my body is shrinking a bit. Kelly measured me a bit ago and said that my top was 32AA. I haven’t measured myself for years but I thought that I was a bit bigger than that. Whatever, Jon’s still happy with my little breasts.



Towards the end of the school holidays at the end of May Jon decided to take me camping for a few days. Kelly had already arranged to stay at Mandy’s for a couple of nights. We went up to North Yorkshire and found a nice, basic campsite right on the coast just south of Whitby. It was real difficult to put the tent up because of the high winds and during the first night I woke up a few times thinking that the wind would blow us out to sea.

The next morning it was still quite windy with some rain, but the weather improved over the day. For those of you who are not familiar with that part of Yorkshire, it’s quite hilly and the villages tend to be in the valleys. The first day Jon decided that we would walk to Robin Hood’s Bay. It was only a couple of miles along a disused railway, or along the coastal path (the Cleveland Way) so it didn’t take us long. Robin Hood’s Bay is a nice little village that goes down (and I really mean down) to the sea. The little road is very steep and my short skirt kept getting blown up giving a few people quite a surprise. We had lunch in a nice pub right at the bottom before walking back up the hill with a few men right behind us. The weather for the rest of the day wasn’t that good so we stayed in the tent.

As I said, we were camped right on the coast, in a field well away from the farm and there were only two other couples in the same field, and they were quite a way from us.

The weather was a bit better the next morning and Jon told me to get breakfast ready naked before we got ready and went to Whitby for the day to do all the touristy things. I wore a short floaty ‘A’ skirt and a low slung, spaghetti strap top that is a bit too big for me really.

The walk up the 200 or so steps to the Abbey was interesting, well it was for the people lower down than me. I was too knackered to care what I was showing. Another thing that we did was to visit an amusement arcade. We spent about an hour feeding the machines with coins. At one point I suddenly noticed that there were a few men at the machines around me, but that not much money was going into the machines. I finally twigged that my top had slid round a bit and my left nipple was exposed out of the side of the top. I ignored it for about another 5 minutes before going to look for Jon.

The weather was even better next day. Jon took me to a little village right on the Moors – Goathland. Because of the way Jon described it I wasn’t expecting much, until we got there and I realised that it was the village used in the television series Heartbeat. Jon tells me that the village hasn’t changed much in the last 25 years – apart from the tourists. We also went on the North Yorkshire Moors Railway – the steam trains and ancient carriages. Apparently, Goathland Station was used in one of the Harry Potter films as well.

We were lucky and got in one of those old carriages that have compartments of 2 rows of seats facing each other, with a corridor down the side of the carriage. Needles to say that Jon took the opportunity to fuck me as the train rattled on. I thought that we were going to get caught at one point but the old railway man just walked passed us without even looking.

On the way back from Pickering, we got off the train at a little station in the middle of nowhere. It has just a platform and no buildings. We were the only ones that got off there and we walked along a path through the woods until we came to a field. Because there was no one anywhere to be seen as soon as the train moved on, Jon had me take my skirt and top off and walk naked (apart from shoes). The sun was shining and the wind wasn’t too strong. It really felt good.

Jon fucked me in the middle of the field before we walked back to the station and I only got dressed when we saw the train coming.

On the way back to the campsite we stopped and had a meal in a real country pub. I had to drive as Jon liked the beer there.

The next morning was even hotter – most unusual for England; and I again got breakfast in the nude. As I walked round the tent to the car I saw one of the other couples on the site. They stared at me for a few seconds before disappearing back into their tent with the woman giggling.

We lay out in the sun for most of the morning before Jon told me to walk to the little shop in Robin Hood’s Bay to get us some food for lunch. He told me that I had to walk naked until I saw the first house in Robin Hood’s Bay, and then on the way back, strip as soon as I lost sight of the houses.

On the way there one elderly couple were coming the other way. They didn’t even look at me when I said, “Good morning.” Boring old farts. On the way back I came across more people, four youngish people passed me on bikes. One of the men nearly ran off the track as he turned to look at my front.
One middle-aged couple of walkers had big grins on their faces and cheerfully responded to my “Good morning.”

Back at the campsite I saw that the couple that I had seen earlier were also enjoying the sun (and each other) naked as well.

It was a shame to pack-up and come home.

When we got home it was still warm and we found Kelly and Mandy in the back garden with their boyfriends. The girls were on the sun beds improving their all-over tans and the boys were sat at their side talking. I could tell from their faces that they’d not spent all day talking.

I was pleased to find the house in one piece and Kelly told us that there had only been a few of them there the night before.

I don’t know what’s got into the weather here but the first few days of June were hot as well. After work each day my tan has improved quite a bit. I’ve got to make the most of it because it will probably be the only summer that England gets.



One evening the other week (just before the weather went back to its normal shitty state), Jon thought that it would be nice for us to go on a bike ride. Mandy was round here, and fortunately she had come round on her bike.

I put a light cotton dress on and Jon got the bikes out. Kelly insisted that Mandy borrow one of her short skirts to get the ‘real’ female benefit of riding a bike.

What I need to tell you at this stage is that Jon has modified the bike with the hole in the saddle and it now holds a large vibrator. The vibe wasn’t in place when we all went out and Jon looked at me and said, “Don’t worry, I’ve got it here.” Mandy had never seen the bike before and was amazed as Jon fitted the vibe and switched it on. Looking at me Mandy said, “Are you really going to ride that?” I didn’t answer and climbed on and impaled myself while holding on to Jon.

As we rode off down the street, Mandy and Kelly were talking to each other, but I couldn’t really hear as I was concentrating on getting into a rhythm so that I could make the most of the pleasure. I watched as their little skirts flapped over the back of their saddles and I occasionally got a glimpse of their naked backsides.

We’d only gone about a mile and were out in the countryside as my first orgasm hit me. I moaned out loud and Jon said, “First one?” I couldn’t answer, but just nodded.

A bit further on Jon stopped us for a rest. I’d cum 3 times by then and was grateful for the rest. As we sat on the side of the road Kelly asked if she could have a ride on my bike, and when it came time to go, Jon helped her lower herself down onto the vibe and we all had to listen to her gasps of pleasure.

Kelly started off slowly, but soon went faster. She was obviously enjoying the experience and it wasn’t that long before her pleasure got quite vocal. It was a good job that we were out in the countryside.

Eventually Kelly decided that she wanted to stop and asked Jon to pull-up in front of her so that she could stop beside him and get him to help her off.

As she got off, Jon looked at Mandy and asked her if she wanted a go. After a long pause she said, “Yes please!”

The gasps and moans from Mandy were louder than those from Kelly but we eventually got going again. It didn’t take long for Mandy to start screaming with pleasure. Jon asked her if she wanted to stop but she ignored him and kept peddling. When she eventually stopped there was sweat poring down her face.

We had a long rest before Jon told me to ride the bike back. We’d been cycling in a sort of straight line so we were about 5 miles from home. During those 5 miles I came about 4 times and got very wet, both with sweat and my juices, which had run down to my feet. I was knackered when we got home and Jon had to lift me off the bike.



Well, that’s all that I can think of at the moment. As a lot of people are telling me that we are going to have a hot summer (I’ll believe it when I see it), I should have a few more adventures to write about.


Love,

V

 

Update December 2009

Update December 2009

Just after my last update I got an email from my email friend in Australia (John the Aussie bloke). He had read the update and told us about a web site that had a few videos of girls riding bikes that have a dildo through the seat. Jon and me had a look at some of them and Jon got an idea to improve my bike (it just has a dildo in the saddle). He spent a few evenings in the garage, and took a few bits away to get some welding done. The end result was very much like some of the bikes in the videos. The dildo that comes up through the saddle now goes up and down as I pedal. Well, that certainly encouraged me to cycle more. A whole new experience going to and from work. Fortunately the dildo is detachable and there is a seat cover that covers the hole when I leave the bike outside work. Again, fortunately, there is a little alley-way near where I work where I can remove the dildo and put the cover on without being seen.

We also had a few ‘pleasant’ evenings, when the weather was still warm, cycling around the countryside. Kelly, and sometimes Mandy, joined us on a few of the outings; and they wanted their turn on my bike.

After the few warm days that are the English summer, Jon has built a stand for the bike so that we can bring it into the house and use it as an ‘exercise’ bike. We seem to be having quite a few friends visiting us either to have their workouts at our house, or to watch one of us girls getting their workouts. I must admit that it’s great being able to get that sort of workout while listening to music or watching Oprah.

I quit my job at the end of July after Jon told me to quit and spent more time with Kelly over her summer break. I miss the exercise and fun riding my bike to and from town, but at the same time it was nice to be able to keep on top of the housework.


As well as the cycling exercise. Jon told me to go jogging at least twice a week. I started in September and am really enjoying it. It was a bit strange at first, going jogging without Jon but I've got used to it. I seem to be getting more men whistling and shouting crude comments to me now that I'm out on my own. I'm sure that my short tennis dress has something to do with it.


Jon had this idea a while back, involving chilli sauce. I couldn’t find any sauce but managed to get some hot chilli powder which I mixed up into a thick paste. Jon put some on my clit. The effect was something like the first time that Jon took me to a Thai restaurant. I slowly took a sip of the soup and it tasted good so I took a spoon full. It hit me just as I started on the next spoon full. That was the hottest food I have ever tasted, and the effect on my clit was similar to the effect of the soup on my throat. The difference being that a burning clit gets me sexually aroused. It lasted for hours during which my puss was quite wet and I was desperate for Jon to fuck me. He didn’t. Probably because he didn’t want any of the paste on his cock.


Jon took me to the British Formula 1 Grand Prix. He said that he wanted to go because it was probably going to be the last one at Silverstone. It was a bit of a last minute thing and he could only get ‘general’ tickets. These weren’t for any of the stands, but for the side of the track away from the stands.

It was a windy day and I wore a button top with a short ‘A’ skirt which made it an ‘interesting’ day.

We parked the car at the ‘park and ride’ on the side of the M1 and got the bus to the circuit. The buses were all double deckers and of course Jon wanted me to follow him upstairs; much to the delight of the man that followed me up.

Jon decided that we would spread our blanket on the side of a hilly slope where we could see a fair bit of the track, and one of the huge televisions. The only way that I could stop myself from sliding down the hill was to keep my feet flat on the ground. This meant that my knees were higher than my bum. During the races none of the people on the hill lower than us looked up at me, but in between I noticed a few of the men looking up at me and what was smiling at them from between my legs.

Jon wanted to walk around the shopping ‘village’ a couple of times and get something to eat at the mobile catering vans. There was nowhere to sit to eat other than the grassy areas. Why did he pick somewhere near a group of young men? Not that I was complaining.


Towards the end of August, Kelly got a phone call from one of her school mates. She’d had this idea for a bit of a competition between the girls in her class. It was for all those interested in taking part to go to knickers to school for as long as they could. The winner was the one who was still going commando for the longest time. To prove that they were knickerless each day all those in the ‘knickerless challenge’ group had the right to ask another member to lift the front of their skirt and reveal their uncovered pussy. If anyone refused, they were expelled from the competition. Kelly spent a couple of hours phoning her classmates spreading the word.

When Kelly came home from school on the first day of term she told us that 22 girls in her class were knickerless that day. Since then the number who haven't worn knickers at all at school has gradually dwindled to 5 at the end of November. Kelly is one of the 5.

Kelly has also told us of one or two ‘interesting’ times when she has been asked to prove that she was knickerless. One was when a girl asked her to raise her skirt when she was stood near one of the male teachers. She waited until he turned his head away and she raised her skirt. The teacher turned his head back just as she dropped her skirt. The teacher shook his head and blinked his eyes as if to say, “Did I really see a bare pussy?” The school is predominately a girls school but there are now a handful of boys there, all in the lower years. The second ‘interesting’ time was when she was stood in the playground near two of these boys. She had to flash her pussy as these boys were looking.


In Spain

We only managed to get 2 weeks at Jon’s villa in Spain at the end of August. Jon had a lot on at work so he couldn’t come with us. Mandy and Hannah came with us and the girls loved it.

Jon had the usual ‘knicker inspection’ just before we left home. Mandy had been to Spain with us before so she knew what to expect, but Hannah was a bit shocked as Jon went through her bag throwing out all her knickers, bras (not that she had anything to put in a bra), trousers and shorts. She was even more shocked when he undid the jeans she was wearing and pulled them and her knickers, down, and off.

Jon also told us that we could only take hand luggage. He said that women always take way too much so this was his contribution to saving the planet. The 16/17 year old were horrified at first. They kept saying,

“But what about this and what about that?”

Jon’s standard reply was either,

“There’s one out there already,” or “It’s way too hot over there, you’ll be able to manage without it,” or “You’ll be able to get one out there easily.”

It took about an hour but we finally managed to get what we could survive on into the small bags. I must admit, it made things a lot easier at the airports.

While we were waiting for the plane in England, the girls decided that they wanted a drink – of wine. Since we were on holiday I told them that I would get them one, provided that during the holiday they limited themselves to one glass per day. They agreed. They were a little boisterous when we got on the plane.

At Malaga airport, we collected the hire car and I told them that we had to strip naked in the underground car park before getting into the car. Hannah wasn’t at all keen, but once the rest of us were naked and getting into the car she quickly stripped and climbed in.

The drive was uneventful and we arrived at the villa about an hour later.

After dumping our bags and putting dresses or skirts and tops on we were off to the supermarket to get supplies. I've no idea if anyone saw anything 'interesting' on any of us as we were too busy getting supplies to care.

Boy was it hot over there. By the time we got back we were all ready for a dip in the pool.

At first, Hannah was a little reluctant to walk around the villa and grounds naked, but by the second day all 4 of us were totally naked except for when we went out.

We even went walking in the woods out the back, naked except for flip-flops. We got a couple of car horns 'beeped' at us when we were near the road, but none of them stopped.


One morning while we were all around, or in the pool, Mandy had this idea for a ‘Mini Olympics’. We spent about an hour trying to think of ‘events’ that we could do. We eventually came up with 4 things and a scoring system that we were all happy with. We decided that we'd do one 'event' per day and picked a playing card to determine the order that we went in each event.
In reality, the competition side disappeared and we all had some great fun.


The first 'event' was moving a wine bottle without using our hands.

Hannah hadn’t quite understood what was involved at first, but she became quite enthusiastic when I explained it to her. The course was the length of the swimming pool, on the grass. We picked an empty bottle with a long neck and big rim round the top.

The rules were simple. You could only use your hands to stand the bottle back up if it fell over, or out.

Mandy went first. Getting herself impaled on it was dead easy, but watching her try to waddle along was hilarious. It fell out 3 times before she eventually made it.

Kelly went next and the bottle only fell out twice.

Mandy was next and she had trouble even lifting it off the ground. She was so wet that she just couldn't grip it. She eventually completed the course, but it slid out 7 times.

Then it was my turn. Now all the girls knew about my vaginal weight training and suspected that I could do it in one go, and fast. So, before I started, Kelly held the bottle under the water in the swimming pool. When it was nearly full she pulled it out and set it down for me.

Impaling myself on it was easy, but lifting it was sooo hard. It took all my strength to get it to a position where I could waddle along. I called the girls cheats, and all the names under the sun, but I wasn't going to be beaten.

Eventually I made it and the bottle had only slipped out once; but I was knackered and my pussy ached.


The second 'event' was the Electric Shock Dildo.

If you’ve read my other adventures you will know that in the Villa garage there is this ‘device’ that gives me an electric shock in my pussy if / when I can’t stand on my tip-toes any longer. It’s a long metal dildo on the end of a pole that is bolted to the floor. The height is adjustable and is set so that the dildo is just inside me when I’m stood up on my tiptoes. There are 2 little clamps on the floor that keep my big toes in place. I have to stand on my tiptoes because under my heels are pressure switches that turn on the power. It comes on when I relax and my heels go down. Just to make sure that I can’t get out of the big toe clamps there are ropes hanging down from the ceiling that Jon fastens to my wrists. These ropes also provide support if / when I can't stand the pain any more and pass out. There is also a control so that we can increase or decrease the voltage.

Both Kelly and Mandy have used it before but as Hannah hadn't been to the villa before, she'd been down in the garage on the first day, but hadn't asked about the pole sticking out of the floor with wires attached.

Kelly volunteered to go first. We got her set-up, set the voltage to low and then the rest of us went to get a drink. When we got back about 10 minutes later, Kelly was sweating and she told us that she'd had 3 shocks already. Oh, I forgot to mention that we'd all agreed that after 3 shocks at each voltage level it would get increased; so I did.

It took about another 10 minutes for the next 3 shocks, to which Kelly screamed, louder each time. When I turned the voltage up again, Kelly told us that she wasn't sure how much more she could take. There was more sweat as Kelly trembled as she fought to keep her heels up. Eventually her muscles weakened and she let out this almighty scream. It took Hannah a bit by surprise and she jumped up.

Kelly admitted defeat and I turned the power off. She let her heals drop and went further down on the dildo. She'd managed 29 minutes.

Mandy went next. It was about 15 minutes before the first scream, followed shortly by the second and third. Mandy looked very nervous as I turned up the voltage. 3 minutes later came the next scream, and lots of sweat. She was trembling quite a lot. The next scream was her last as she begged me to switch it off. Mandy had lasted 23 minutes.

We decided to have a break and Kelly and Mandy went and had a shower.

When we resumed, it was Hanna's turn. We had a bit of trouble adjusting the height of the dildo, but we eventually managed to get her strapped in and ready for action.

Again, it took about 15 minutes for the first scream, but she didn't jump back up. She stayed down, shaking and sweating. When she finally raised her heels she said,

“Wow, that was amazing!”

The second and third screams came reasonable quickly and again she stayed down for about 20 seconds.

I turned the voltage up.

It didn't take Hannah long to let her heels go down and the scream was definitely louder. This time she went up quite quickly. A couple of minutes later she went down and straight back up again. It was only a few seconds before she went down again, this time she stayed down, sweating and trembling, for about 20 seconds. I was sure she was doing it deliberately. Then she came. Her orgasm was loud, even through her gritted teeth. It was a long, noisy 20 or so seconds before she came up again.

I turned the voltage up again.

With sweat poring off her, she managed to stay up for 2 or 3 minutes before letting her heels drop again. She came again. She screamed louder than I've ever heard her scream before, and then passed out. I switched the power off and grabbed hold of her while Kelly and Mandy untied her wrists and undid the toe clamps. We then lifted her off the dildo and lay her down on the floor.

She came round pretty quickly and I told her that she'd lasted an amazing 38 minutes. We carried her upstairs and let her rest on a sun lounger as Kelly and Mandy installed me on the dildo.

I told Kelly to set the power switch at the level that Hannah had finished on. I told her that it was only fair as I'd had lots of experience on that machine. I also wanted to let the girls do better than me because I had won the 'moving the wine bottle' competition.

Kelly and Mandy left me hanging there, with the power switched on, while they went to check on Hannah. They came back down when they heard me scream. It had been 24 minutes and my feet and legs were hurting. I soon straightened up but went down again straight away. I hadn't realised that I had relaxed, but soon found out. I relaxed again after about 2 minutes and another scream shook the building.

Kelly turned the power up. It was now at the maximum level that I had ever taken. I knew I was in for a tough time.

I hung on for about five minutes before relaxing and staying down. I was sweating, shaking, screaming, grinding my teeth and cumming, all at once. I deliberately stayed down as I orgasmed over and over. Eventually I shouted ,

“Stop, stop!” and Kelly switched the power off.

With me shaking like a jelly, Kelly and Mandy released me and helped me off the dildo. I had lasted 29 minutes.

Hannah and me had a shower.


The third 'event' was a Streak through the La Canada shopping centre.

This took some planning. We wanted to pick a busy time so that there would be lots of people about. More people to be seen by, but also, it would be harder for the security people to see us. In the end we decided that we would all do it together which meant that, unless one of us chickened-out, we would all get the same points.

Late afternoon was the agreed time, and we parked the hire car in the middle of a row near one end of the shopping centre. We left it un-locked and with 4 sets of clothes on the floor. We walked to the other end of the centre and stood waiting for a car to park. We reckoned that if we took our clothes off and put them under a newly parked car, there was more chance of them being there when we came back for them.

Eventually, we all found the courage and we stripped off. Quickly bundling our clothes under the car, we set off, running.

We nearly got run-over even before we got inside when we shot out from the parked cars over a road.

The girls were off fast and I ended-up last, quite a bit behind them.

About half way through I saw a security guard and he had managed to grab hold of Kelly’s arm. She was struggling trying to get free, so I deliberately ran into his back causing him to let go of Kelly and fall over.

Kelly and me were running again, this time I tried real hard and managed to keep up with her. We turned the corner just in time to see Mandy and Hannah going out of the door. Within seconds, Kelly and me were outside and heading to the car. We jumped in and I drove away as the others were getting dressed.

I drove round the car park until we found the car that we’d put our clothes under. Luckily they were still there and Kelly got them as I put a top on.

I drove to the other end of the car park and stopped. We’d done it! We looked at each other and suddenly burst out laughing. I asked the girls if they were as turned-on as I was and they all said that they found it an amazingly sexy experience.

We went back to the villa and gave the sybian a good work-out.


The fourth event was to wear Ben Wa balls on a shopping trip and see who dropped one first.

Hannah had never experience Ben Wa balls and it was a good job that Jon had bought a pair for her and sent them with me. When we first mentioned the idea of this event, Hannah asked what Ben Wa balls were. Her face lit up when we told her, and the effect that they have. She was looking forward to the challenge but was scared that she would embarrass herself. Oh, part of the challenge was that none of us could practice holding them in before the event.

After breakfast on the designated day, we all inserted our Ben Wa balls. You should have seen Hannah shuffling around trying to press her legs together as she walked, it was hilarious. After about 5 minutes she started walking normally and declared that she was ready to leave. We put on our skirts, tops and shoes and headed for the car.

We parked at La Canada and went in. None of us were walking fast.

We walked the full length of the shopping centre, stopping occasionally as one of us had an orgasm.

Walking back, we went in a few shops and tried on some clothes. I think that we all were glad for the break from walking, and cumming.

From the shops we went to the area where all the restaurants are and had some lunch. I was sat opposite Kelly and saw that the inside of her thighs were just like mine, very wet.

As we got up to leave I heard the thud of a steel ball hitting the floor. Mandy went bright red and confessed that she’d lost her concentration whilst getting up and one had dropped out.

She was all embarrassed as she bent down to retrieve the ball with a couple of men looking at her.



Okay, Mandy had lost that ‘event’, but we never did work out who had won our little ‘Mini Olympics’.



We were all out shopping in Marbella a couple of days after we arrived when Mandy and Kelly decided that they wanted to go to the beach. Well, we didn't have anything that people take to the beach with us except for some sun cream that I had in my bag. We didn't even have any underwear that we could have worn as bikinis (Marbella beach is right next to the town and nude sunbathing is not permitted (topless is though)). Talking about it, Mandy suggested that we could paint a thong on each of us. This sounded okay, but what could we use? Lipstick was suggested but we all thought that it would smudge too much. We were still talking about it when we passed a little hardware store. The idea came to me that we could use proper paint, not the glossy, oily paint, but the stuff that they use on walls. I got some of it on me when I was helping Jon decorate and he'd painted a bikini on me. I went for a bike ride in my 'bikini' and it had stayed on for a reasonable length of time.

We bought a small tin of blue paint and a little brush and headed for the beach. Next was the problem of getting the 'thong bikini bottoms' painted on without attracting too much attention from the hundreds of people on the beach. We managed to do it one of us at a time by the rest of us 'crowding' round each of us in turn. 3 of us ended up with blue triangles on our pubic bones with thin blue 'stings' round to just above the crack in our asses; and a 'string' down just into the top of our asses. We looked great as we stood around waiting for the paint to dry. Not that it took long in that heat.

I said 3 of us got painted because we decided not to give Hannah a bikini. We all agreed that because of her child like body she could get away with being naked. Hannah was very nervous and even scared about it but she was happy to give it a go.

We went for a wander around carrying our clothes in our bags. We got a few funny looks, but in general most people just glanced at us and saw 3 young women in thong bikini bottoms and a young naked girl.

After we had passed a group of young men Hannah told me that she could see my pink clit 'poking' out of my 'thong'. I looked at each of the girls and saw that they were all getting a little excited, their lips were swollen and on Kelly and Mandy I could just see their clits poking out a bit. I couldn't see Hannah's clit but she admitted that she was wet.

We kept moving for a while before deciding that we needed to cool off a bit. We dare not go into the sea because we feared that the paint would come off and we be left looking naked on a non naked beach. Being in the centre of Marbella we thought that there would be a good chance that we'd get arrested.

Instead we decided to get an ice-cream from one of the beach bars. We picked one that had a young man serving. We thought that there was less chance that he'd call the police that the women in the other bar.

The poor man couldn't take his eyes off us. The three teenagers were really enjoying the attention that we were all getting.

The ice-cream didn't really cool us down so we picked a quieter part of the beach, dumped our bags in a pile and went in to the water. After a while and some fun messing about we decided to get out. Hannah and me got out first. As my lower half came out of the water the paint seemed to be intact, but as soon as I touched it, it rubbed off. I didn't want to get it on my skirt so I went back in the water and rubbed it all off. It was then a question of getting out and dressed as quickly as possible. I got Hannah to back in and tell Kelly and Mandy to do the same.

I'm sure that a few people realised that 3 naked girls had walked out of the water, but nothing was said and the 3 of us that were dressed and a still naked Hannah walked off.

Hannah wanted to put her skirt and top on as we approached the road, but I made her wait until we were on the footpath with people walking up and down. Hannah admitted that she was scared, but at the same time she enjoyed the thrill. The finger test confirmed that she had enjoyed the experience – a lot.



We went out clubbing / dancing a few times, but one time that comes to mind was when we went back to a bar that we'd passed one day when walking around Marbella. It had posters all over the outside showing a few really cute guys, all muscles and sun tans. The girls really looked the look of them. We couldn't tell what the poster was saying but we decided to go back one night.

Inside it was like a bar, but with a dance floor and small stage. Anyway, we'd been there for a while and danced quite a bit when these hunky guys appeared on the stage and the DJ asked for volunteers to dance with these guys. None of us did but after a minute or so a girl did volunteer. It was sexy dancing for a couple of minutes then the guys moved in on her and took her top off. She put up a bit of resistance, but not a lot. Then her bra went and as she tried to cover her boobs, one of the guys held her hands. Next, another of the guys undid her skirt and pulled it down, She had a little white lacy thong on, but that didn't stay on for long. When she was naked they danced up close to her for a few minutes before one of the guys picked her up and carried her back to the man that she was with. She just had a little landing strip on her pubes.

The DJ asked for another volunteer. Kelly moved forward and one of the guys held her hand and onto the stage. Same routine, but of course Kelly had no underwear on. She seemed a bit nervous and tried to cover herself a bit, but still ended up naked.

Another girl went next. She too wasn't wearing anything under her dress. She was bald as well.

Mandy managed to get the next 'dance' but was a bit more brazen about flaunting her nudity.

Hannah went for the next 'dance', The guy who came down for her said something to her so I went over and told him that it was okay, and that she was 18. I have to say that she looked good up there, 4 almost naked hunky guys and a girl that looked as if she was 12.

Two more girls went after Hannah. Neither wore underwear, one was clean shaven and the other had a little heart shaped pubes.

I was beginning to think that I wouldn't get a go, but finally I managed to get picked.

When the guy started to take my top off a pretended to be shy and resisted quite a bit. So much so that my top got ripped a bit. Eventually it came off and I let my little boobs jiggle about as we danced. I had planned to try to stop them taking my skirt off (well, for a few seconds), but a guy caught me by surprise and it was round my ankles before I realised. My hands went to my pussy but 2 strong hands pulled them away. I was naked on stage and wanted to make the most of it. I danced close to them, rubbing a leg up the side of theirs, pushing my backside into the crotch of the guy behind me.

They didn't intend these dances to last long, and before I knew it I was being picked up. I struggled a bit and the guy put me down then picked me up and put me over his shoulder. My pussy was on display as he carried me into the crowd to the girls.

I just stood with the girls for a while before putting my top and skirt on.
Oh, I forgot to say that we all got our clothes back (one girl didn't find her top) but my top was ripped and I had trouble keeping my left breast covered.

Two more girls danced and got stripped before the guys left. One wore a thong and no bra, and had short, trimmed pubes. The other wore no underwear and was bald.



Another day when we were out shopping, my skirt fastener broke and I was left bottomless until I pulled it back up. It seemed better, and easier, to get a new skirt and we soon found a little wraparound one that didn't look see-thru in the shop but when we went outside in the bright sunlight it, was completely see-thru. None of us realised at first. I'd noticed a couple of men looking at me but thought nothing of it. It was only when one young English man said,

“Bloody hell love, I like your skirt,”

I looked down and realised that you could see right through it and see my pussy crack. The girls told me that they'd walk in front and behind me, but I said,

“What the hell, only do that if there is a policeman around.”

I said that if anyone said anything to me, I would say that I hadn't realised, pretend to be embarrassed and act like I was trying to hide.

We continued shopping and I got quite a few looks, and quite wet.



One evening we decided to go to a water park the next day. I knew that this would present us with a bit of a problem as we only had 2 bikinis with us. These were the 2 that I had made a long time ago, both are crotchless. One is white and the other is yellow. Both are made out of very thin material and are string fastening, top and bottoms. They are unlined. If I stand with my legs together you can't tell that they are crotchless, but as soon as my feet part, anyone who looks can see my clit sticking out.

When I made them they got quite see-through when wet and I've been washing them a lot, even if I hadn't worn them, since I made them.


The next morning Kelly wasn't feeling too well and didn't really fancy a day at a water park. Mandy decided that she'd stay and keep Kelly company. This left just Hannah and me. I got our things ready and we got into the car (still naked) and set off to Torremolinos. On the way I had a good chat with Hannah, and asked her how she felt being naked all the time. She told me that she'd been very nervous at first but was now really enjoying it. She told me that when she'd been naked on the beach in Marbella she'd been really scared that she'd get locked-up, but at the same time she'd been really turned-on.

We talked about what we were going to do once we got there and Hannah was keen to act like a little girl if it meant that she could be naked in amongst all those people. I told her that we would pretend that she had forgotten to take her swimsuit and that as a punishment I (pretending to be her mother) was making her go naked all day. This would be the story if anyone challenged us.

We were still talking when we arrived at the water park. We parked and I got our bags and we got out of the car. I started walking towards the entrance then Hannah asked me if we should put some clothes on. I'd completely forgotten about clothes.

I put just a sarong on and Hannah put on some kids clothes that we'd bought for specially her. They were a little crop top and a wraparound skirt that's supposed to be a bikini bottom cover-up. This wraparound skirt wasn't quite long enough to cover her completely and you could just tell that she had nothing on underneath it. She looked quite cute.

Inside we went to the men's part of the changing room and in the open area stripped off and then opened the bag. Hannah pretended to search for her swimsuit for a while as I walked (naked) to the toilet and had a pee.

When I got back, Hannah was pretend crying and she told me that she couldn't find her swimsuit. I then shouted at her for being so careless and told her what her punishment was. This attracted the attention of a couple of men who stared at the 2 naked girls. I put on my yellow, crotchless bikini on and dragged (ha) Hannah to the lockers.

After storing all our belongings I dragged Hannah outside into the bright sunshine. No one took any notice of us apart from a couple of teenage boys who just looked and kept walking.

We went to the big water slides first and climbed up to the top. The young girl staff member just looked at us and motioned for us to get ready to go down.

At the bottom my thin, unlined yellow bikini was completely see-through. From that time on I tried to took every opportunity to get it wet again.

Amazingly, no one came up to us and told us that Hannah should put some clothes on. A few people looked at her, and in one queue a couple of boys asked her where her swimsuit was. In a real little girl she told them that she was being punished for being so forgetful. The boys continued to look at her until it was their turn to get on the slide. Hannah later told me that it was real 'cool' having them stare at her from so close-up.

There's this one ride there where you have come down this meandering artificial river on a big rubber ring. When I jumped on mine my knees were about half a meter apart. I looked at my crotch and my clit and both lips were protruding from my crotchless bikini. Hannah had jumped on her rubber ring and her pussy was on full view.

Now I'd remembered this ride from the last time that we were there. The ride isn't quite steep enough and attendants are needed at 5 or 6 places to keep people moving. They are stood in the water and just push the rings towards the next little waterfall. These attendants are usually young men and women, probably with summer jobs waiting for college on university to start again.

The look on some of their faces when they realised what was on display. Two of the men and one woman held on to my ring for ages just staring at my puss. I looked over to Hannah and saw that she was having the same 'problem'.

When we got to the bottom Hannah told me that she was soaking, and it had nothing to do with the water. So was I. Hannah also told me that one of the men attendants had asked her where her swimsuit was (well that's what she thought he was saying) so she gave him the story about being punished. He'd muttered something then pushed her on her way.

We went on the big water slide again, this time as we were waiting I loosened all the ties on my bikini. As I was going down I felt the top come up round my neck and when I looked down I saw that the friction of the slide was pull my bottoms back under me. When I got to the bottom I pretended that I didn't know anything was wrong and started to wade out. A woman waiting for her kid said,

“You appear to have lost something.”

I looked down and saw that I was completely naked. I pretended to be shocked and made a half-hearted attempt to cover myself. I turned round and looked for my bikini. Hannah had arrived by then and we both retrieved my bikini. I started to put it on in the water but one of the attendant ushered me out. I was holding-up the people waiting to come down the slide.

Out of the water I took my time putting the bikini on, much to the delight of the 3 men that I was stood next to.

The ‘Black Hole’ was good too, you go on it in twos in a sort of double ring. You have to sit in a particular way. We got it wrong and the young male attendant took his time telling us how to sit. My legs were wide apart down either side of Hannah. Much to the delight of the attendant.

Eventually we'd had enough and went back to the changing rooms. I took my bikini off then opened the locker. Moving into the men's changing open area we put our bags on the bench and looked for the shower. When we eventually found it, it was full of men so we had to wait a bit. Most of them saw us waiting. Needless to say we waited facing them. When 2 of them came out we jumped in and I started soaping myself. Hannah just soaked up the water. After I'd paid particular attention to my boobs and pussy I looked at Hannah and scolded her for not getting on with it. I turned to her and started soaping her all over. Her pussy got lots of attention and she let out a couple of loudish moans. If any of the men in there hadn't stopped to look at us by then, Hannah moans made them look then.

Sliding my hand down her backside and pushing 2 fingers in her pussy made her cum instantly. Normally it takes longer but I guess that being naked all day in amongst all those people had got her so worked-up that it only took my 2 fingers to take her over the edge.

By that time, none of the men were showering, they were all watching us. Most of them were getting hard as well. When Hannah came down from her climax she looked round, giggled, and in a little girls voice said,

“Mummy, we are naughty, what will all those men think?”

We went and got dressed which didn't take long, just the skirt for Hannah and the sarong for me; and left.

On the way back, Hannah was so excited. She told me that it was the best day of her life.

Back at the Villa we found Kelly and Mandy in the pool. Kelly told us that they'd had a great time, Apparently the Pool man came to do whatever pool men do while we were at the water park. When he’d arrived Kelly was on a sun lounger reading a book and Mandy was doing her daily workout on the sybian. She was beyond the point of no return when she saw him. She came loudly.

The 2 of them spent the next hour teasing the poor man, offering him drinks and a swim. Mandy even asked him if he wanted to watch her use the sybian again.

The poor man couldn't speak much English and he eventually left with a large, wet bulge in his trousers.

Kelly and Mandy loved what we'd done at the water park and wished they'd been there to see us.


One night I woke up at 3 o'clock and couldn't get back to sleep. After a lot of tossing and turning I decided that I needed to go for a walk – naked. Although I'd often driven around the villa area naked, and even ridden around the area on my little scooter with my skirt up round my waist and my top open for my little boobs to catch some sun, I'd never actually walked round the roads naked.

I put on some comfortable sandals, so that I could walk silently, and run easily if I had to, and set off. I went all round the deserted street not seeing a sole. I headed over the pedestrian bridge over the main coast road and into the outskirts of the suburb of Marbella. The few cars that went along the coast road may or may not have seen me.

I started hearing sounds of talking and laughter. I even heard a couple of cars, but they weren't close to me. Turning one Corner I saw this bar that was still open. I stood there for a minute deciding what to do, but that was decided for me. A couple of men came out of the bar, turned towards me, then stopped.

Suddenly there was loud talking in Spanish and more men came out. I lost my nerve and turned and ran. I could hear people running behind me. I ducked into an alley and hid behind a parked car.

My heart was pounding, I was so scared, but at the same time I was loving the excitement. I touched my clit and nearly exploded, it was so large and wet, so were my thighs.

I waited until everything had been quiet for a few minutes then crept to the end of the alley. I saw no one, but at the same time I couldn't see anything that I recognised. I was lost. To make matters worse, the sky was getting a bit lighter. I had to get my bearings and get back to the villa. I reckoned that I had about 15 minutes before daylight broke and I must have been at least a mile from the villa. What's more, it was uphill most of the way.

I decided on which direction to go and set off. Twice I had to find somewhere to hide when I saw car headlight heading my way. All this was getting me more and more nervous, excited and even wetter than I already was.

I turned one corner after I'd got my bearings and was confronted by a middle aged woman. She looked as if she was going to start a cleaning job.

I kept walking. She mumbled something in Spanish as I just smiled at her.

The traffic on the coast road was much busier, and it was light enough for the people in the cars to see me as I went over the bridge. One beeped his horn so I waved at him.

A little later, not far from the villa, with it nearly full daylight, I saw a man taking his dog for a walk, coming straight towards me. I kept walking, and so did he. As he got closer I saw that he must have been 30 something. He was staring at me. Again I just smiled at him and kept walking. He's stopped just before our paths crossed and was blatantly staring. I could see him turning as I went passed him. I looked back a few metres further on and he was still looking. I waggled my backside just for the hell of it.

I made it just through the gates of the villa as a car drove right passed the gate.

Back inside the girls were still asleep so I got myself a drink then took the sybian outside to relieve my urgent needs.

When I told the girls what I'd done they were amazed.



Back in a cold England

One day a few weeks ago when we (just Jon and me) went to Birmingham for the day someone tried to Shark me (well I think that’s the term). I had left Jon looking in a computer shop while I went to a supermarket down the road. As I walked back towards where Jon was I could hear someone walking faster than me behind me. When I was expecting that person to pass me I suddenly felt my skirt go up around my waist. I bet that the man got a bit of a surprise when he realised that I was knickerless. I just stood there, shopping bags still in my hands and watched him as he stared at my naked ass. When I turned round to face him he was still there, staring. After a few seconds gravity won and my skirt started falling back down. The man ran off. When I told Jon he laughed and said,

“I bet that made his day.”




Jon had his car serviced a few weeks ago. What was interesting about that was that he didn't tell me about it and it led to an interesting incident.

Jon left for work one morning saying that he was getting a lift there. No big deal, he often gets picked-up. Kel was just about to leave for school when the door bell rang. Kel answered the door then shouted,

“There's someone here for the car, I'm off to school, see ya!”

I was in the kitchen and didn't have any clothes on. Normally I like put a negligee or something on before answering the door, but all my clothes were upstairs and I would have to go past the front door to get upstairs, and Kel had left the door open. I had no choice, I had to go to the door naked.

As I came out of the kitchen I saw this man stood at the door looking directly at me. After he managed to get pull himself together he said,

“xxx Garage, I've come to collect the car for a service.”

“Oh, I wasn't expecting you, I'll just phone my boyfriend to check.”

I picked up the phone and phoned Jon as the man stared at me.

After I finished on the phone I picked-up the keys and walked to the man and gave them to him. His hand was out, but his eyes were looking down at my pussy. I expected him to leave then, but he said,

“Thank you, I need to check it for damage before I take it.” He said.

“Okay, I don't think that there is any, give me a shout when you're done.” I replied.

A couple of minutes later there was a knock on the door. I opened it, still naked (well, he'd seen me naked so there was no point in covering-up) and looked at his eyes. They were looking at my hard nipples.

After a slight pause he said,

“There's a scratch on the passenger door, but apart from that, it's okay.”

“I don't remember a scratch, show me.”

I said, and walked outside, brushing past him. I looked at the car door but couldn't see anything.

“It's down there, at the bottom” he said, pointing at the bottom of the door.

I still couldn't see anything so I bent forward to get a closer look. As I did I noticed that he'd stepped back a bit and I realised that he was getting a good look at my bent-over ass and pussy.

Not being one to miss an opportunity, I stayed in that position pretending to look for the scratch. I found it quite quickly but kept looking.

After a minute or so I said, “Where?”

After another pause he came over and bent down next to me. His face was inches from my breasts and rock hard nipples.

“There” he said, pointing to the scratch.

“Oh yes, now I see it,”

I said, and stood up. As he was still bent down, his face was now very close to my pussy, I was getting wet.

We both stayed there for what seemed like ages, but in reality it was probably only a couple of seconds, before he stood up and said,

“Are there any valuables left in the car?”

I hadn't a clue what Jon had left in there so I decided that I had better check. I opened the driver’s door and looked in the door pockets. To look in the glove box I had to lean right over, giving the man a great view of my backside.

I told the man that there was nothing of any value in the car and he said,

“Can you sign this please? It's to authorise the work.

I signed the paper, gave it back to the man and he got in the car and left.


That afternoon when the car came back there were 2 men at the door when I answered it. I’d heard the car arriving in the drive and assumed that it was the same man. I was wrong. There were 2 of them. When I opened the door the 2 of them just stared at me.

I just stood there letting them look at my naked body for ages before saying,

“All done is it?”

One of them passed me the keys and a clipboard and I signed the form where there was a little cross. As I passed it back one of them said,

“This is Ben, he’s come to give me a lift back.”

“Nice,” I said, “I think that I’d better check to see that everything is okay.”

I brushed passed them and walked round the car as they stared at me.
I walked back to the house door, thanked them, and went inside and closed the door.

When Jon got home he asked me if I’d enjoyed the visitors. I asked him if he’d get his car serviced more often.



A couple of weeks ago, Hannah turned up at Jon's house one Saturday lunch time. I invited her in and put the kettle on. I was just about to tell her that Kelly wasn't there when Jon came into the kitchen. He immediately took charge and
Hannah told us that she knew that Kelly wouldn’t be there because she’d heard them talking about it at school. Jon asked Hannah what we could do for her and she said,

“I told my mum that I was having a sleep-over with Kelly I was hoping that I could have a sleep-over with you two. If that's okay, can you cover for me if my mum rings?”

“Yes, okay, we would be pleased to have you.” Jon said.

“I'm taking Vanessa out for dinner but I'm sure that the reservation can be changed to make it for three. Vanessa will sort out something for you to wear.”

“Thank you.” Hannah said.

“Right, first things first,” Jon said, “get those clothes off.””

Without any hesitation, Hannah stood up and started stripping.

She took her top off and Jon said,

“Good, no bra.”

It had been a couple of months since I had seen Hannah and it was obvious that she had finally started turning into a woman. Her breasts were nearly as big as mine (AA cup), but she still had that little girl look.

As Hannah started to take her jeans off Jon said,

“Trousers aren't welcome in our house.”

When he saw her knickers he said,

“Knickers are definitely banned, Get them off and put them in the rubbish bin,”

Hannah said, “Yes Sir!” and did as she was told.

When Hannah was completely naked Jon said,

“Right then, come and stand in front of me.”

Jon then gave her the 'finger test' which proved that she was already very excited. He then told her to suck his finger.

Jon then took Hannah upstairs while I got on with the household chores.


After Jon had finished with Hannah he told us that we had 30 minutes to have a shower and get ready to go out. We both showered together and I took the opportunity to play with Hannah's body a bit. My fingers slipped into her pussy so easily.

For Hannah I chose a low-cut, baggy top with frills round the front neck part, and short enough so that it stopped about 3 inches above her naval. To go with it I chose one of my micro mini skirts that is tight round the hips but then flares out, making it ideal if it’s a windy day. It wasn't. Hannah is slimmer than me so the skirt hung low on her hips. If it had been any lower it would have revealed her pubic hair – if she'd had any.

I chose a slightly sheer top that buttons down the front and isn't long enough to reach my naval. I tied the bottom of it instead of fastening the buttons. With it I wore a wraparound short skirt that fastens with a little bit of velcro. It's one that Jon has me wear when he wants to rip my skirt of in a public place so that I can act like an embarrassed naked female (ENF). All fake of course, but a big turn-on.

On the way to the restaurant, Hannah asked us if she could pretend to be our daughter like she had done in Spain. She said that she'd enjoyed it when I'd told her off.

Jon agreed on the condition that she would act like a naughty little girl in the restaurant.


When we got there we had to wait in the little bar area while they got our table ready. Jon got us some drinks and we stood by this table that had a very low sofa on the other side. There was a youngish couple sat there. The woman hadn't crossed her legs and was giving Jon a great upskirt view. Later Jon told me that she wasn't wearing and knickers (like Hannah and me) and that she had a short landing strip.

Hannah started playing up. In a voice loud enough to be heard by the couple she told Jon that she'd forgotten to put any knickers on. When he turned to look at her she said,

“Look,” and she lifted the front of her skirt up so that he could see her naked pussy.

The couple's conversation stopped as they stared at Hannah's pussy.

Jon said, “Hannah, let go of your skirt and don't lift it again, it's rude.

“But you lift mummies skirt like this sometimes.”

Hannah replied as she lifted my skirt up as far as it would go.

Jon calmly said,

“Hannah, I've told you, if you do that one more time you'll get punished. Do you understand?”

Hannah didn't reply, instead she grabbed the waist of my skirt and pulled hard. The little bit of velcro gave way and I was naked from just under my breasts to my shoes.

I shouted, “Hannah!” and put my free hand down in front of my pussy. I acted all embarrassed, put my drink in the table and retrieved my skirt while Jon put his drink on the table and looked at the couple and said,

“Kids, what's got into them these days.”

Jon calmly took Hannah's drink off her, gave it to me and then grabbed Hannah's wrist. He said,

“Punishment time young lady,”

and as he dragged her off to the back of the restaurant where the toilets are we could hear Hannah saying,

“But Dad, you've already spanked me once today.”

They went in the men’s toilet.

I looked to the couple and apologised. The woman said that she thought that they should bring back corporal punishment. If only she knew.

Five minutes later Jon and Hannah came back. Hannah was pretending to cry and at the same time rubbing her bum. Sometimes her hand would lift her skirt a bit and I could see red marks.

Later Jon told me that he'd had her bend over and hold a wash basin and he'd given her 15 really hard slaps. A middle aged man had come in when they were half way through. Jon had said,

“Sorry about this, but she's got a lesson to learn.”

The man went into a cubicle and shut the door without saying anything.

We eventually got our table and had a good meal. The waiter gave us good service which may have been because he kept looking at my top with my rock hard nipples threatening to burst through the nearly sheer material.

Hannah always seemed to be bending forward when the waiter came to us. Even I could see her little boobs and hard little nipples; and I was sat beside her.

During the drive home Hannah asked Jon if she could give him a blow job. Jon agreed but with one condition, if she couldn’t make him cum before we got home she would get punished. Hannah agreed and leaned over and un-zipped him. I watched, knowing that there was no chance that she’d be able to make him cum in time to save her backside.

She failed and accepted that Jon was going to punish her. As soon as we got through the door Jon told her to strip and wait for him in the lounge. She stood quietly waiting for about 5 minutes before Jon came back with the paddle in his hand.

He told her to lay over his lap and he gave her 20 whacks. I was sat opposite her backside and I could see that she was wet, very wet.

When he had finished, she had tears in her eyes and a very red backside.

Straight away, Jon took her upstairs and installed her on the ‘fucking machine’ (see Part 06 of Vanessa’s New Life - week commencing September 28).

I left them to it and went and got a drink.

About 15 minutes later Jon came downstairs leaving Hannah being pulled up and down on the machine. Jon switched the television on and we watched some program (can’t remember what) with the moans from Hannah in the background.

About 30 minutes later we went upstairs and found Hannah covered in sweat and looking absolutely knackered. Jon untied her and carried her to the shower.

I gave her a shower, dried her, then put her in our bed. She was asleep in seconds.

I woke up in the middle of the night to the sounds of Jon and Hannah fucking.

Next morning Hannah wanted one more ‘ride’. Jon set her up, switched it on and came and ate breakfast. When we had finished we went and watched Hannah having lots of orgasms.

After another shower, Jon gave her an egg shaped vibe and told her to put it in, switched on, as soon as she got home; and to leave it in until the batteries went flat.

Hannah put her top on, and borrowed a skirt, (Jon had dumped her jeans in the bin), and drove her home before Kelly came home.

Hannah phoned Jon that evening and thanked him for the ‘sleep-over’. She also told him that she had had a hard time at home as her mom had made her eat Sunday Lunch with all the family. She’d had a hard time trying to conceal her orgasms while sat at the dinner table.



Well, I think that that’s about all for now.

Have a great Christmas and a Happy Nude Year.

Love,

V

 

Update August 2010

Update August 2010

I had planned to write an update a couple of months ago, but I’ve been sooo busy. You’d think that 18 year-old girls would be easier to look after than younger ones. My other feeble excuse is that I’ve had a lot of trouble with my laptop recently and it’s been away for repair quite a bit. Never mind, here it is.


Jon came home from work one day a couple of months ago and told me that he had heard that men had started grabbing women’s bottoms a lot more in night clubs. I said,

“That sounds nice.”

Jon told me that we were going to a night club the next Friday night to see if it was true. He told me to get one of our girl friends to come with us. I asked Bridie because I hadn’t seen her for a while, and she was up for it.

Bridie came to our house straight from work on the evening. She brought enough clothes to last for the weekend and we had great fun deciding what to wear to the club. Eventually Jon decided for us and we quickly finished getting ready and left.

We both wore short lose fitting tops leaving a lot of flesh showing round our middles and short, low slung, flimsy skirts. No underwear of course.

It took us about an hour to drive there, and once in the night club Jon positioned himself at one end of one of the bars and we stood near the other end. It wasn’t long before a man came up to us, stood between us, and started chatting to us. After about 2 minutes I felt a hand round my bare waist. I ignored it and then the hand started sliding down onto my bum.

Again I ignored it and after a minute or so, the hand slid down off the bottom of my skirt and onto the back of my left thigh. All the time the man was talking to us about everything and nothing. To be honest I wasn’t really listening, I was more interested in what his hand was doing. I looked at Bridie and she looked as interested in his attempt to pull one of us as I was. I saw her flinch and wondered if the man’s other hand was on her bare thigh as well.

The hand stayed on my thigh for a while before the fingers started drawing little circles on my flesh. The circles started getting bigger and the fingers got closer to my arse.

It wasn’t long before the circling stopped and the fingers slid between my legs and to my puss.

Bridie’s eyes suddenly opened wide for a seconds and I knew that the man had found her pussy as well. Wow! A man that we’d met less than 5 minutes before had his hands in both our pussies at the same time.

I let him get a finger inside me then decided that I had better stop him. I moved forward a bit and his arm left my arse. I told him that we had to go and pulled Bridie away. We went over to Jon (who was smiling). Before I could say anything, Bride said that she was a bit disappointed as ‘it was just starting to get interesting’.

I asked Jon what I should do if it happened again. He told me that I could do whatever I wanted, except fuck the man.

Jon got us another drink then told us to move away from him. We went and sat on a sofa under a spiral staircase that led to a balcony. Both the balcony and the staircase had metal railings round them and spotlights pointing up. Jon said that they were probably put there with the excuse that the spiral staircase was a health and safety risk so the stairs would have to be lit-up. Whatever the reason, they shone up the legs and skirts of all the girls going up.

There were girls stood next to the railings on the balcony, one had a short skirt on and in the up-lights I could see up the back of her skirt. She was either wearing a thong, or no knickers. I could also see up the skirts of the girls that went up the spiral staircase. I didn’t see any knicker covered bums, but I couldn’t tell if some of the pussies were covered by thongs. Some definitely were not.

Leaving Jon sat on the sofa, Bridie and I went for a dance. It wasn’t long before a couple of young men were dancing with us. When the beat slowed they moved in on us and we danced real close. I could see that the hands of the man dancing with Bridie had his hands up the back of her skirt, just like the man with me. He pulled me closer and I could feel his hard-on pressing into my stomach. It felt real big.

The man’s hands caressed my backside for a minute or so before reaching between my legs to my pussy. They stroked and probed. I felt a finger go into both my bum hole then my pussy. I was getting very wet.

The beat sped up and I pushed him away.

After a couple more numbers, Bridie and me left the men and went to the bar and were waiting to get served when a man came and asked us if he could buy us a drink.

The place was crowded and it looked as if we were going to have to wait ages to get the drinks. The man was stood between us and after a couple of minutes his arms went round out waists.

It wasn’t long before his hand slid down my skirt then up onto my bare ass. He was chatting to us as if he was stood 2 feet in front of us, but one of his hands was actually probing between the cheeks of my ass and between my legs. I (correctly) guessed that Bridie was getting the same treatment.

After a couple of minutes of still not being served another man came up to us and started talking to the first man. They obviously knew each other. The first man moved behind Bridie and the second man stood directly behind me. Both Bridie and I were pressed against the bar.

The man behind me was saying something to me but I couldn’t hear so he moved closer so that he could talk directly into my ear. As he moved closer, his hard-on pressed into my bum. I felt the back of my skirt being lifted and then the definite feeling of a naked cock getting pressed between my bum cheeks.

I waggled my bum a bit to let him know that I knew what he was doing, and that I wasn’t complaining. One of his hands went round my waist onto my bare stomach. After a little gentle caressing of around my belly button, the hand started moving in ever increasing circles. At first it was over my skirt and top, but it soon started going underneath. I have to admit that I held my stomach in each time the hand went into the top of my skirt. It didn’t take long for the hand to find my breasts and when I didn’t object to getting my nipples teased, the hand soon started to probe my bald pubes. I had to breathe in quite a bit for the hand to reach my puss.

I was just starting to think that I might have an orgasm if it continued much longer when a barman finally came and asked what we wanted. The man’s hand came out as he got his money out to pay the barman.

Bridie and me got our drinks and moved away from the bar with the two men in tow. We moved into a corner where I knew that Jon would be able to see us, and got groped some more before going to the dance floor.

After a few records we managed to ditch the men and went back to Jon. I could tell that Jon was enjoying the view up the spiral staircase by the bulge in his trousers. I asked him if he was happy. He just smiled.

A while later Jon told us that he was going to the toilet and he told us to circulate, and go upstairs onto the balcony.

As we got to the bottom of the spiral staircase, three young men went and sat on the sofa. I made sure that Bride had seen them and we stopped about half way up, and stood at the rail side of the stairs just above the sofa. We pretended not to see the three men and I stood with my feet apart, facing the men on the sofa. I saw one of them turn to his mate and say something. Both pairs of eyes then looked up at me. I felt a little rush in my already wet pussy.

On the balcony we stood near the railings and watched what was going on down stairs, knowing that some of the men down there were looking up at us, and up our short skirts.

Jon took his time coming back to us and when he did he grabbed my hand and got me to follow him. He took me to a little door less room that was sort of hidden away. It was quite dark and had a couple of sofas and arm chairs in it. There was just a couple trying to tickle each other’s tonsils with their tongues in there. Jon sat down and told me to straddle him with my knees either side of his hips, facing him. As I got on he unzipped himself and got his hard dick out. I lowered myself down on him and started kissing him. We had a long slow fuck, not knowing if the other couple in there, or anyone else, was watching us.

Eventually, Jon shot his load into me and I got off him.

Jon decided that it was time for us to leave and I went looking for Bridie with our juices running down the inside of my thighs.

On the way home Bridie told us that one of the men that she had danced with had actually fucked her from behind. He’d been dancing behind her and lifted her up. His cock sprung between her legs and when he lowered her down she’d leaned forward so that his cock had lined up right and in it went as she was lowered. He’d held her off the ground and lifted her up and down for a minute or so before lifting her off him.



If you read my last update you will know that Jon got me to go jogging on my own a couple of times a week. When the bad weather arrived I was coming back with very cold skin and rock hard nipples that throbbed; but warm inside. One time it started snowing and I was soaked when I got home. My thin cotton tennis dress was clinging to me like a second skin. Jon took one look at me and said,

“Shower, now!”

After about 5 minutes I thawed out and Jon told me not to go jogging again until the weather got warmer. Instead, he got us a Wii with the sports games and I’ve really got into doing all the exercises, naked with Jon watching me. It turns Jon on watching me do all the stretching etc. And a couple of times I’ve turned round to see him with a hard-on. Guess what we ended up doing.

I eventually started going jogging outside again in May.



Jon was looking a web site one evening when he saw a woman in really low riser jeans. At the front they went down to her bald pubic area. Jon said that it was a shame that they didn’t make skirts like that. That gave me an idea, and the next time I went into town I got some black material and bits.

When I got home I dug out my sewing machine and got started.

As you know, most of my skirts are micro minis that are ‘A’ shaped and made out of light material so that the wind can lift them quite easily. This skirt was going to be different, and I hoped that Jon would like it.

I started by getting a 2 inch wide strip of tough, lacy edging. A bit like a 2 inch cotton belt. I cut this and sewed the ends together so that it fits reasonably tight round the top of my legs – right at the level of the horizontal crack that appears when I walk. I got on with the housework for about an hour just to see if the ‘belt’ would stay in place. It did, even though it restricted my leg movements a bit.

I then started on the back part of the skirt that goes from hip bone to hip bone. Its 6 inches deep, plus the 2 inch ‘belt’, just enough to leave a little bit of the top of my butt crack visible. It sits low on my hips, and the back section is a bit baggy.

The front panel was more difficult. I wanted the top of the front panel to follow the lines at the top of my legs until the front panel was 2 inches deep across my pubic bone. This makes the part over my pubic bone a total of 4 inches deep. The shortest skirt I’ve ever had, but looking reasonably ‘decent’ from the back.

I had to experiment with the tension of the elastic of the waist band because I didn’t want the skirt to fall down on its own, nor did I want the tension pulling the skirt up and exposing me all the time.

Finally I got it right and wore the skirt for the rest of the day. I kept checking in the mirror to see what was exposed. When I’m just walking around my puss doesn’t show unless your head is below my pussy. When I sit down there is no way to avoid an ‘up skirt’ view, even by someone stood close in front of me.

Jon loves the skirt, but says that I will have to be careful where I decide to wear it. I haven’t been out in it yet.



On the subject of fashion, there was a bit of a fashion change around here for girls and young women this last winter. It’s continued into Spring and Summer. Over the last few years black leggings and denim miniskirts have been quite popular, but this year the denim miniskirts have been replaced with thin tops that just cover the bum. Even more interesting is that quite a few of the girls wear black tight instead of leggings. As most of you know, tights aren’t usually as thick as leggings and come in different denier (thickness). This doesn’t seem to worry the girls and it was / is reasonably common for the tights to be see-through.

Now the thing is, the girls wear them as if they are leggings and often don’t cross their legs like they would if they were wearing a skirt. As a result Jon has often been rewarded with the sight of a bare arse, knicker covered, and sometimes a bare pussy through the tights.

Kelly has been no exception to this trend and one day Jon called her over just as she was about to go out. Her black tights were only 60 denier and her top didn’t completely cover her bum. Jon was sat down and when Kelly stood in front of him he could see her bum and pussy through the tights. As often is the case, Kelly wasn’t wearing knickers. Jon told Kelly that he could see her bald pussy but all she said was,

“So!”

Jon just smiled and said,

“Have fun.”



I have to confess that a couple of times when the weather was really bad I resorted to wearing my one and only pair of tights that I have. They are black and woolly and keep my legs warm without affecting Jon’s access to me. I don’t class these as knickers and Jon lets me wear them because they are crotch less. They had a gusset that had some good stitching round it so I was easily able to cut the gusset out without affecting the rest of them.


It was Kelly’s last year at school this year and she and Mandy decided that they would both like to go to University in London. Subject to good results they will be leaving around the end of September. At the start of July the two of them left to spend a couple of months backpacking around Europe. She phones us every couple of days and is having a great time.

Kelly told me that on their last day one of the girls took a camera into school and took loads of pictures of the girls in the class. The photos were all of the girls with their skirts lifted up, front or rear view. No faces. As you can imagine, most of the girls were not wearing knickers, and some of them bent over for the rear view photo. The girl with the camera said that she wanted to remember her friends by their bums and pussies. Kids!

Unlike Kelly and Mandy, Hannah has decided that she is going to take a year out and has been spending a lot of time at our house. She says that she’s looking for a job but she seems to be quite happy spending time with Jon and me.

The little burst in the size of Hannah’s breasts that happened at the end of last year stopped around Christmas and they are still about the same size as mine.

She’s quite proud of her little tits and often goes up to Jon and asks him if he likes them and if he thinks that they’ve grown some more. She usually gets rewarded by him fondling them and pulling on her nipples.

We’ve had a few great times out when Hannah has pretended to be our naughty daughter.


Before Kelly left on her travels Jon gave her a few driving lessons. Just in case there is anyone who doesn’t understand the English driving test system, you first learn to drive to pass the test, then you learn to drive to survive on the roads. While learning to pass the test you also learn how to control the car. Well, Jon decided that he would teach Kelly how to control the car, then send her to a driving school so she can learn how to pass the test. It’s changed a lot since Jon or I passed our tests.

Jon decided that he should give Kelly some incentives to get things right. For example he told her that he would buy her a new remote vibe when she could do 5 hill starts in succession without once rolling backwards. He even involved me when I went out with them. One time he told her that if she didn’t do something right I would have to strip off, get out of the car and walk right round it naked. The problem was that we were on a road going through a busy shopping area at the time. I suspect that Kelly muffed that one on purpose and I got cold and wet. I did enjoy the looks that I got though.


Hannah surprised us one day a couple of weeks after Kelly had left on her European jaunt, by turning up with her younger sibling.

“This is Sam.”

Hannah said when I opened the front door. Sam looked me up and down as I invited them in. I was a little concerned as Sam looked like most 12 year-old boys, scruffy jeans and a baggy T-shirt and a bit of acne, although his very short hair was neatly kept.

I took them into the kitchen and as I put the kettle on Hannah started taking her tops and skirt off. Hannah never arrives at our house wearing trousers or underwear these days.

I was just thinking that Hannah was relaxed about taking her clothes off in front of her much younger brother when Jon walked in (naked of course). When he saw our visitors he said,

“Hi Hannah, who’s this then?”

Sam said,

“Sam.”

And a little hand came out for Jon to shake.

“Well Sam, as you can see by Vanessa and me being naked, and your sister stripping off, we prefer that all people who come to this house strip off as soon as they arrive.”

All the time, Sam was looking at Jon.

When Jon stopped talking, Sam looked at Hannah (who nodded) then started taking his clothes off. The top came off, then the trainers and white socks; then the jeans. I was sideways to Sam as the jeans fell and thought, bloody hell, the boy wears his sisters old little girly knickers.

Jon said,

“Whoa there! I thought.....” Then silence.

I asked Jon what was wrong, but Hannah said,

“Sam is short for Samantha. Sam is my 15 year-old sister.

“And I see that you have Hannah’s delightful, youthful features.” Jon said.

Sam was just like Hannah was when we first met her (apart from the boyish haircut). No breasts whatsoever, no pubic hair, and a backside that hadn’t started taking a curvy shape. Sam looks just like a little boy but without a tiny penis hanging down.

Hannah then told Sam to pick up her clothes, fold them and put them on the side near hers. Sam did this without hesitation.

Knowing that teenagers usually complain about tidying-up I asked Hannah if Sam always does what she’s told so easily.

Hannah said,

“Always, watch this, Sam, lay on the floor and open your legs a bit.”

And she did. She even spread them further when Hannah told her to. Jon butted in telling Sam to touch her pussy. Sam did this straight away.
Without even being told to, Sam started rubbing herself, totally ignoring the fact that there were 2 people she’d never seen before in the room.

“Okay Sam,” Jon said, “that’s enough, get up and sit on the sofa and finish your drink.”

Without a word, Sam did as she was told. Jon got his cup of tea and sat opposite us 3 girls (on the sofa) so that he could watch all of us together.

During our conversation, Hannah told us that their mum and dad were going through a rough patch and asked Jon if they could come and stay with us for a bit. Jon told her that it was okay with us but he would have to clear it with their parents first.

A little later Jon went to the study to use the telephone. He came back about 5 minutes later saying that he’d spoken to Hannah and Sam’s father who’d assumed that Kelly was still at home. Jon didn’t correct this. Hannah and Sam’s father agreed to them staying with us saying that it would give him and his wife a chance to sort things out without having to worry about the kids. Their big brother had left home a few months earlier.

Jon had arranged to take them home in about an hour for them to pack a few things. When he told them, Hannah said to Sam,

“Don’t pack any knickers, trousers, jeans or shorts. They’re not allowed for girls in this house.”

“What about school?” Sam said.

“Forget them. It’s about time you started to go to school without. Anyway, it’s only a few days until the school summer holidays.” Hannah replied.

Hannah moved into Kelly’s old room and Sam into the spare bedroom.



Sam started to get a bit of confidence within a day or two, and she started having long conversations with Jon. It was about 10 days or so before we introduced her to our toys and machines. When we did, Hannah asked if she could give a practical demonstration of each one. Jon agreed and we all watched her move from one piece to another. It was a shame that Jon decided not to fuck Hannah when she got into some of the positions with her legs wide open.

It was great watching her, I got really wet. Sam wanted to have a go on one of them but Jon wouldn’t let her. He told her that she’d have to wait for a week, and if she still wanted to the she’d have to ask him and that he would tell her if she could. If she never said another word about it, it was okay. I guess that he wanted to make sure that it was really her decision and that she didn’t feel obliged to.

Anyway, exactly one week later and first thing in the morning, Sam came into our bedroom and woke us up. She wanted to try out all of our toys. Jon made her wait until he’d showered and then he took her into our ‘games’ room. I left them to it while I got up and got breakfast. Sam’s moans and screams woke Hannah who went and joined them.

Apparently, Sam just couldn’t get enough and has a lot of stamina. Jon still refuses to fuck her, even though she’s been pleading with him to give her the ‘real thing.’ She’s given him a blow job but he says that she will have to wait until she’s 16 and he’s told her that she will have to settle for the dildos and machines for now; and that if she’s so randy then he’ll leave her on a fucking machine until she begs for someone to switch it off, or she passes out.

That hasn’t stopped both Hannah and myself going down on her, or her on us. She’s quite talented with her tongue.


Talking about toys and machines, Jon got us a new fucking machine a few weeks ago. He made a rectangular wooden frame (for the floor) that I can be restrained spread eagled on. The machine is then placed on the floor between my legs, lined up and switched on. I can be left for as long as Jon wants, being fucked slowly or fast.

In a way I like it better than the old fucking machine as it’s less strain on my arms. My arms always ache for a couple of days after a good session on the old machine.

I’ve used the new machine a few times when I’ve been home alone. Not quite the same as when I’m restrained to the frame. It’s not quite as exciting when I know that I can stop it any time I like.

Anyway, all the girls like this machine and its being well used. During the last days of the school term Hannah has been at home on her own quite a bit and I’ve come home a few times to find her getting fucked by that machine. One time she’d passed out with the machine still fucking her. She was quite sore for a couple of days after that, and Jon has now fitted it with a switch on a cable that you have to keep pressing to keep it running. If you let go the machine immediately stops. A bit of a nuisance, but probably a good idea for Hannah and Sam. I’m going to try taping the switch in the ‘on’ position so that I can relax and just ‘go for it.’



On one of the few warm days that we’ve had, Jon was out in the back garden with Hannah and Sam. All were naked and talking. Sam asked what the big frame was for. Hannah told her that it was where she got gang-banged a couple of years ago (see my Update of December 2008). After a pause, Sam asked if Jon could arrange for it to happen to her too. Jon told her to ask him again on her 16th birthday.



Hannah’s had her backside tanned by Jon a few times, both at home, and in front of strangers. She’s also told Jon that her father had spanked her a few times and Sam also. Apparently he doesn’t give a damn about all these stupid laws about what parents can and can’t do to their kids.

During one of their long conversations, Sam agreed that Jon could spank her if she was naughty. Jon wanted to see how she would react if he spanked her in front of strangers, like he’s done with Hannah. Hannah enjoys it, but Sam didn’t know if she would. Anyway, Jon decided to stage a situation where it would happen.

He took us clothes shopping to one of the big cities not far from here. He bought us all some nice summer outfits. We had some fun trying them on and both Hannah and me ‘forgot’ to close the curtains of the changing rooms a few times and gave the waiting husbands / boy friends a bit of a show.

Jon bought me this really nice dress, a bit longer than most of my dresses, but it’s made of this very thin, light material. It’s light brown with a floral pattern. I guess that most women would wear a slip under it because it’s see-through. Without a slip, at first glance it just looks like a light brown floral dress. It’s only when you look harder that you realise that you can see right through it. It’s not a tight fit and if the bodice didn’t tickle my nipples it would be easy to forget I had it on.

When I tried it on the kids told me that it was see though and they could see the top of my pussy and my bum crack. I knew that I could see my dark areolas and protruding nipples. Jon loves it.

Within 5 minutes of walking out of that shop I saw another woman wearing the same dress. The thing was, she was wearing a black thong under it (no slip), and that thong really attracted people’s attention. I noticed 2 men staring at her. I’m sure that she must have known.

Does that mean that she is more of an exhibitionist than me?


In one shop Jon decided to see how far Sam would go and he kept telling her to come out of the changing cubicle and show him what she was trying on. He kept going and getting more clothes for her to try on and she was going in and out so many times that Jon told her to leave the curtain open. Jon and I weren’t the only people that could see her naked as she changed, but Sam just ignored them. There was one man who was waiting for his wife or girlfriend who spent quite a while looking at Sam.

As a sort of finale, Sam came out in a nice summer dress that was obviously way too big for her little body. Jon liked the dress so he told her to take it off, where she stood, and that he’d go and swap it for one a couple of sizes smaller.

Without even looking to see how many people were watching her, Sam just pulled the dress up over her head and passed it to Jon. She just stood there, naked, hands by her side, and looking at the wall. I heard one man say,

“Shit, it’s only a little kid,” and he and his mate walked off.

Jon was back in minutes and Sam looked good in the right size dress. That was one of the ones that Jon bought her.

Jon also bought some boys clothes for Sam, even some boxers. He also bought 3 boys swimming shorts, one for each of us girls. I don’t know where we are going to wear those.

We haven’t thought of any little games that we can play with Sam dressed as a boy yet, but I’m sure that Jon will think of something soon. I’ve started watching 12 and 13 year old boys to see how they do things differently to girls, if we’re going to get Sam to act like a boy she’ll have to act like a boy as well. I’m sure that Jon will be able to help out.
Please email any ideas that you have to vanessaevans69@hotmail.com

While all this was going on, Hannah and I were having our own bit of fun. We were trying on a few tops, but not in the changing rooms. We changed out in amongst all the racks of clothes. We kept just whipping our top up over our heads and then pulling the new ones on. We were seen a few times with our little tits out. One of the shop girls just stood and watched us for a few seconds. An old lady told us that we were ‘disgusting tramps’. That just made us laugh.

We watched one middle aged man stare at us for as long as he could before his wife dragged him off.



Whilst walking back to the car we came across a little ‘old world’ type china shop. Jon stopped and thought for a minute before telling us all to follow him in. Je looked around for a bit then picked up a little porcelain pig. He passed it to Hannah and told her to throw it backwards and forwards to Sam.

The inevitable happened and the pig smashed on the floor.

There was an old man and a young girl working there and the old man came over at the sound of breaking china. Jon of course offered to pay for it and insisted that the kids were punished there and then. He asked if there was an office that he could use. There was, and the old man invited them in.

Once there Jon told the old man that he was going to spank both of the girls and that he could stay and watch if he wanted. Apparently the old man looked a bit apprehensive as Jon told Hannah to bend over the desk. I’ve watched Hannah bend over in that skirt and I know that her bottom would have been visible to everyone behind her.

Jon then told her to spread her feet while he lifted her skirt right over her backside. He then gave her 10 hard slaps on her bare backside. Hannah later told me that she was crying, but ‘very wet’.

Next it was Sam’s turn. Apparently she kept pleading with Jon not to do it, but at the same time as she bent over the desk, lifted her own skirt over her bum and spread her feet.

Hannah told me that the old man was mesmerised while all this was going on, and that she could see an increasing bulge in his trousers.

Sam took the 10 smacks while crying and pleading for no more.

I’d stayed out of the office and gone and made small talk with the girl who kept looking over towards the office. When we could hear the slaps as Jon’s hand hit one of the girl’s bare bottoms, the girls face went red. I guessed that she realised what was happening. I asked the girl if she’d ever had her bottom spanked. She went even redder and said that she had. She told me that she’d had an accident at the shop one day and the old man had given her an ultimatum, have her bare bottom spanked, or get sacked. She was still working there so I knew what she chose.

Before I could ask any more, the three of them came out of the office and we left without another word being said. Apparently, Jon never did pay for the pig.

When I spoke to Sam about it at home later she told me that she too got quite wet and that she’d like it to happen again. She also told me that she’d been turned on when Jon had her stand naked outside the changing cubicles with strangers watching her.

I can see that Sam is going to ‘fit in’ with us quite well. I know that it’s selfish and completely wrong, but I hope that Hannah and Sam’s parents don’t resolve their problems.



About a month ago Jon decided that we needed a new bed. We went to a few bed shops and had some fun trying a few beds. In one shop the poor salesman was so embarrassed as I teased him by getting on and off beds swinging one leg at a time. Jon just watched and smiled. Anyway, after we chose and ordered one, we had real trouble getting them to deliver it. Every time we agreed a date with their customer services they would change it and update their web site saying that we’d agreed the date. After about the 7th attempt they finally managed to deliver it at a time that suited us.

I had some fun teasing the delivery men as I couldn’t be bothered to put any clothes on when the doorbell rang. It took them nearly an hour to get the new bed upstairs and put together. They kept asking me silly questions just to keep me in the room where they were working. When they got me to make a cup of tea for them I heard one of them say: -

“Fucking hell Ken, I wish we had more customers like this one, I could really giver her one.”

When they’d finally finished I jumped on the bed and spread my arms and legs and said,

“Yes, I can see that I’m going to have a lot of fun on this bed.”

They just stood and stared at my very wet pussy.

I let them look for a few seconds then got up and ushered them out. I had an urgent need to take care of.



We’ve had a few days (here and there) of decent weather (not what I would call hot) over the last couple of months, even a few days where the temperature go to the top twenties and early thirties. This has led to a few bits of fun.

On a couple of occasions when it’s been sunny during the week, Jon told me to take a book and go and sunbathe in a park in town. There are usually quite a few people walking around there, especially at lunchtime.

Anyway, I’ve never actually read many words in this book, and on one page I’ve stuck a little mirror so that when I’m lying on my stomach, on my elbows, pretending to read, I can look in the mirror and see who is behind me. If I think that they might appreciate the view up my short skirt, I slide my legs apart. It’s amazing how people will stare when they think that they are not being watched. I have to admit that on a couple of occasions I have just had to slide a hand between the grass and my stomach and start playing with myself. I’ve had a couple of great orgasms while men have been watching.



One sunny Sunday morning a couple of weeks ago, Jon decided that we’d all go to the seaside for the day. It was around 8:00 when Jon told me and I rushed to get a few things ready while he went and got the girls out of bed. The girls were being just like your typical teenagers and didn’t want to get out of bed. After being told to get up twice Jon got them up. He pulled the quilt off Hannah and lifted her up over his shoulder. He carried her down stairs, outside and put her into the car still naked. He then did the same with Sam.

Jon had told me to get some clothes for them but hadn’t told me to give them to them. About half way there he got sick of their moaning that they couldn’t go to the seaside without any clothes on, and he told me to give them their clothes.

We got to the coast around mid-morning and did the usual touristy things for a couple of hours before Jon bought a couple of kid’s buckets and spades and a ball; and he took us back to the car.

He drove a few miles down the coast to a little cove that has sand dunes and a nice, but small beach.

We went down onto the beach and Jon told Hannah and Sam to dig holes, build sand castles and other things that little kids do. After a couple of minutes he stopped them and told them that their clothes we getting dirty and wet; and told them to take them off. Hannah looks around. There were only about a dozen or so people there. They stripped. I asked Jon if I could join in. He nodded and I was soon as naked as them.

It’s been years since it did those silly kids beach games and I was actually enjoying myself. The other people on the beach weren’t taking much notice of us but I noticed a couple of men in the sand dunes watching us. I told Jon about them and he told us 3 to go and play in the dunes, but to stick together, and let the men get a good look.

Hannah had seen the men, but Sam hadn’t. She got a bit of a shock when she ran off round a dune to get the ball that Hannah had badly thrown to her; and was confronted by one of the men. She froze and just stood there with her arms by her side as they both stared at each other while he was having a wank with his shorts round his ankles. I guess that he was enjoying looking at the 3 of us.

I’d seen Sam suddenly stop and gone over to see what she was looking at. When I saw him I went and stood next to Sam. After we’d both watched him for a minute or so, Sam said that his dick was bigger than Jon’s. It was, but as the saying goes, ‘it’s not what you’ve got, it’s the way that you use it,’ and Jon certainly knows how to use his.

Anyway, the man was looking at us and we were looking at him. I thought that I’d give him something else to look at and put my right hand on my left breast, tweaked my nipple then slid my hand down to my pussy. I slipped a finger in, and out, and in and out; then put my finger in my mouth. That was it for the man, he shot his load onto the sand.

I grabbed Sam’s arm and pulled her away. As we walked back she said,

“Wow, that was awesome. Can I watch Jon do that sometime?”

I told her that if she was good, Jon would let her do it to him.


We played for a bit longer before Jon told us to put our clothes on and we went home.



Well, I think that that’s about it for now. I promise that I won’t leave it for so long before my next update.


Love,

V

 

Good start on story... keep it going