Week commencing August 9 Quite a quiet week really, nothing exciting happened. Even the eclipse of the sun wasn't worth the effort of looking at. When I went to work on the Friday, Debbie told me that she'd collected her car and that there had been a bit of a reception waiting for when she'd arrived. Four of the salesmen were there, all wanting to show her every bit of the car. Of course she'd had to bend over a few times and there had always been one of them behind her, and in front of her, waiting to get a glimpse up her skirt or down her top. It had only taken her seconds to realise what was going on so she'd decided to milk it a bit and had managed to get them to fill up the petrol tank (they paid) for her before she'd left. Saturday August 14 Early afternoon Jon came into the salon and stayed just long enough to give Debbie a little box. I kept watching her and when she went to the loo I followed her and asked her if she was going to put her new friend Ben Wa to work. At first she wasn't sure, but in the end she did. I watched her for the rest of the afternoon, it was quite interesting, and watching her made me get all damp. Twice people asked her if she was all right and when it came to going home she said she just had to go and take them out. She said that there was no way that she could have walked to her car and then driven home with them in. Jon took me into town that night, and round some of the livelier pubs. No one gave my ultra short dress a second glance and most of the girls were wearing skirts that short. I wonder just how many of them weren't wearing what I wasn't. Sunday August 15 After the newspapers it was straight to the gym and a workout. I wore my white lycra shorts, bikini top and Ben again. I hadn't intended to put Ben in, but when I saw the same youth that was there the previous week I changed my mind. Needless to say that he smiled and said hello when we walked in, and he kept looking over towards me all the time. I'm sure that he saw the outline of my rings and chain, AND the wet spot on my shorts when I used the machine that stretches your legs wide open. His face went all red and he looked away for quite a while. I'm sure that he was waiting for me to use the exercise cycle, I know I was. Ben had been working before I got on the cycle, but as soon as I started the cycling movement with my legs Ben really earned his keep. I pedalled faster and faster as I tried to hide the building orgasm. I don't really know why I pedalled faster because there were only 3 people in that room and all 3 knew that I was getting off in front of a man that I didn't know. Jon was quietly getting on with his weight lifting and the youth and me were staring at each other. He knew exactly what I was doing. I slowed down when I came, but didn't stop pedalling until I was something like normal. I got off the cycle with sweat poring off me (and a very contented look on my face). The youth was still staring at me right up until I looked directly at him and said, "I needed that!" The poor lad came back to earth again and started using the rowing machine again. We went for a swim next, and as we walked to the changing rooms Jon told me to leave Ben in, and to change my shorts for the rest of the bikini. In the pool there were a group of about half a dozen teenagers, boys and girls. As I walked from the changing rooms the boys saw me and stared at me. I wondered if one of my pussy rings had 'escaped' from the confines of my bikini bottoms but I just ignored them and jumped in after Jon. We did a few lengths and the movement of swimming made me cum again; then went into the jacuzzi. We were the only ones in there to start off with and Jon told me to take my bikini off and put it on the tiles at the side. This didn't bother me for 2 reasons, firstly I would be below the bubbles and no one would be able to see me even if there had been anyone there; and thirdly, I enjoy the feeling of the bubbles on my naked pussy. I was laying back end enjoying the experience for about 5 minutes when 2 of the boys came and joined us. No problem as I was below the bubbles, except that one of them was looking at my bikini on the tiles outside the water and then looking back at me. He nudged his mate and they were whispering to each other. A couple of minutes later there was a problem, the bubbles stopped (the last few times that we'd been there the bubbles were on all the time). After about 10 to 15 seconds the water was calm and very clear. The boys could see everything that I've got. I looked down and with me being sat at the edge of the underwater seat I could see all my pussy and jewellery. If I could see it then they could. I looked at Jon who said, "Young lady, do you often take your swimwear off in a jacuzzi?" It took me a few seconds to think of what to say, then I said, "Where I live people don't normally wear anything at all." "That's not the done thing here so I suggest that you leave. Better still I'll take you out." Jon replied. With that he grabbed my arm and pulled me up out of the water and then the jacuzzi. I just managed to grab my bikini as Jon pulled me by my arm right round the pool to the stairs towards the changing rooms. I didn't make it up the stairs before Ben took me over the top again. The fast pulling that Jon had been doing brought on a strong orgasm and I just couldn't move. Jon saw what was happening and let go of my wrist. I leaned against the wall while I shook as it arrived with force. As I started to calm down I looked round the pool and saw that everyone in there was watching us. Outside the changing rooms Jon laughed and said, "Good reply, I'm glad to see that you didn't tell any fibs, otherwise I would have had to punish you. Go and get dressed, we need to be back at home." As I walked into the changing room I said, "Must remember to tell a fib next time." I just heard Jon say, "I heard that." Back home we both stripped off and I got us some food then Jon settled down to watch some motor racing. I'd just finished clearing up when the doorbell rang. It was Debbie, she was out for a drive and had called to thank us (again) for helping her buy it. She didn't look at all surprised when she shuck her head into the lounge to thank Jon and saw him naked. We went into the kitchen and no sooner than I'd got us a drink than the doorbell rang again. This time it was Bridie and she was upset. I took her into the kitchen and poured her a drink as I introduced Bridie to Debbie. As Bridie sat down she said to Debbie, "I know you don't I?" After a few minutes of working things out it turns out that they went to the same school and that Debbie was in her last year whilst Bridie was in her second year. Debbie couldn't remember Bridie, but Bridie certainly remembered Debbie because of all the gossip about her. Needless to say that Debbie (and me) wanted to know what everyone had been saying. It turns out that all the kids knew that Debbie shaved her pussy and that she used to sit at the front of the class so that she could flash her pussy to most of the teachers. Bridie said that she had been amazed by it all at the time, but now she'd wished that she'd had the guts to do it, especially when Debbie told her that it got her lots of A+ grades. Bridie had come round because she was upset - she'd just bust- up with her boyfriend. He'd started getting all possessive about her and wanted her to wear underwear all the time. Now that Bridie had discovered the joys of being knickerless, there was no way that she was going back to sweaty crutches and not having any flashing fun. Well not when the weather was reasonable. After a couple of drinks and lots of talking we all made a pact never to wear knickers again. It was easy for me cos I don't have any, but I wondered how Bridie and Debbie would get on as they both still live with their parents. I suppose they'll tell them that they were washing their own smalls. About an hour later (and most of a bottle of martini), Jon came in to get himself a drink. He hadn't heard Bridie arrive and was a little surprised to see her. When she saw his lack of clothes she said, "Well if both you two are starkers then I might as well be as well." As she stood up and started taking her top and skirt off, Debbie stood up and said, "What the hell!" and off came her dress as well. There was now 3 naked, shaved, women and 1 naked, shaved man in the same room. I guess that most men in that situation would have had a raging hard-on and be wanting to screw all 3 of them, but Jon was so cool about it. He just said, "Cheers!" took a mouthful of his drink and walked out. I suppose it must have been something to do with the fact that he could probably have any one (or all 3) of us anytime that he wanted. The 3 of us took the bottle into the conservatory and it wasn't long before we were talking about sex. Debbie was telling Bridie the truth about what she got upto at school and how she used 'pussy power' to get things that she wanted. She also told her that she'd flashed her pussy at the salon owner to get her her job, and that she still did it sometimes if he'd asked her to do a job that she didn't want to. I made a mental note of that in case there came a time when I was asked to do something that I didn't want to. We spent the next couple of hours finishing off the bottle of martini and telling each other about the 'exploits' that we had been upto in the last few months, and the next thing that I knew was when Jon came in and told us that we were all drunk. He brought us another bottle of booze in and left us to it. I know that we went on talking for ages, but the next thing that I really remember was that it was getting dark and that Jon was carrying me upstairs. Week commencing August 16 Monday - I woke up next morning in Jon's bed with both Debbie and Bridie next to me. We were all still naked and they were both fast asleep. I don't remember anything happening between us. Jon had slept in my bed, and he was trying to wake us all up so that Debbie and Bridie could get to work on time. He finally managed to get them up and away, then he told me that I couldn't go back to bed because we was taking the week off and that we were going for a walk to clear my head. He told me to put just a dress and trainers on and we went off towards the open country. I have to admit that even though my head hurt, it was quite nice walking though the fields at that time of the morning, everything was so quiet and fresh. By lunchtime I was back in the land of the living and Jon decided that we'd go and play tennis in one of the local parks. He told me to wear just trainers, one of my very short, thin 'A' shirt and a crop top that is so short that you can see the lower part of my tits. It's quite a loose fit and every time that I lift up an arm it rides-up over my breasts. Sometimes, if my nipples are hard it gets caught above them and leaves me exposed when my arm comes down. When I was putting it on I was thinking that playing tennis would be quite 'interesting', especially when I serve. As we were driving down there I hoped that there wouldn't be any young kids there. We got there and as we were hiring the court the old man was looking me up and down. He looked what I imaging the typical 'dirty old man' to look like, shift eyes, eyeing me up and down, and wearing shabby clothes. I've had more than my share of men staring at me over the last year or so, so it didn't bother me in the least. The court we were given was a grass one in the middle of a few of them. There were a couple of teenage girls playing on a court to one side, and 2 teenage couples playing doubles on the other side. We were about half way through our first game when I noticed the 2 girls talking and looking over towards me. My little skirt was still covering my bum and pussy but my right breast was uncovered. The action of serving had caused my top to ride up and my bullet like nipples were stopping it going down again. When that volley ended I went upto Jon and pointed-out my predicament. At first all Jon said was, "Yes, nice isn't it." "Master," I said, "those girls are staring at me and they now know that I know that I'm exposed." "Okay," Jon said, "at the end of each volley you can pull your top down. That way it will look as if you're not doing it on purpose." "Thank you Master." I said, and we restarted the game. Needless to say that as soon as my right arm stretched to hit the ball, my boob popped-out again. Then when Jon won the volley I pulled my top down again. This went on for ages until Jon won the first game. In the second game Jon had me running around more and a couple of times when I had to turn or run quickly, I tripped-up and went flying headlong onto the grass. As I got up the second time I noticed that we (or should I say me) had an audience. The 2 girls and the 2 couples AND the old man of an attendant were watching me. Not only that, when I came to get up I saw that my top was above both my boobs, and my skirt was nearly up round my waist. No wonder I had an audience. At the end of the next game Jon told me that we would play one more game the leave. After a brief rest (where the others started playing again), Jon told me to walk back to the other side of the court scratching the top of my right cheek - under my skirt. He said that he'd once seen a very sensuous picture called 'The Tennis Girl' where a girl had been doing just that. The last game was just as energetic as the previous one (for me anyway). The teenagers had given up looking and were getting on with their game, but the old man was still there. Half way through Jon told me to stop adjusting my top and we played the rest of the game (Jon won again) with me virtually topless. When it came time to go we collected the balls, but we were one short. After a couple of minutes Jon said that he remembered me hitting one right out of the court. We went looking for it and eventually Jon saw it stuck in a branch about 4 metres up a tree. The old man had come over to help us look for it and kept saying that we'd have to pay for it if we couldn't hand it in. There was no way that we could shake it down so Jon said that I'd have to climb up and get it. "Besides, it could be fun." For him and the old man he meant. The last time I'd climbed a tree was when I was a kid, but after a few seconds working-out how, I started to climb. As soon as I lifted my foot of the ground I realised that the old man was going to get one hell of a view of my pussy. When I got onto the first branch I saw that the 2 couples who were playing doubles had stopped, and all 4 of them were up against the fence watching me. I made it onto the next branch, then I had to stretch right across to the branch that the tennis ball was stuck on. 'What the hell' I thought as I virtually did the splits above Jon and the old man. I glanced down to see Jon smiling and the old mad drooling. The branch that I stretch out to wasn't as solid as it looked and my legs opened even further. I started to fall and my arms grabbed out for anything they could find. They found the branch that I was trying to get on, and I just saw the tennis ball get shaken lose and fall before I lost my grip and started to go down. As I went down I saw my thin 'A' skirt blew up round my waist. I deliberately rolled over on the grass to break my fall and when I came to a stop I was on my back with my skirt still round my waist and my legs reasonably wide open. The worst (or best) part was that I was about 2 meters from the fence where the 2 couples were watching me, and my feet were facing them. I just lay still for a few seconds getting my breath back, then I saw Jon and the old man come over to me. Jon knelt down beside me and as he was asking me if I was OK I saw the old man appear at my feet. Guess where he was looking? I was winded and I tried to tell Jon that I was, but the words wouldn't come out. Jon said, "Stay still and I'll check you over." Jon then started to slowly run his hands all over me to see if he could find anything out of place, or anything that hurt when he touched it. Fortunately nothing hurt but he did find something out of place. My skirt was still round my waist, and my top was round my neck. As Jon moved down my body he lightly ran his hands over my breasts. This made my nipples stand to attention. As his hands went down up one leg then down the other he pressed the side of his hand onto my pussy. I let out a moan that made the old man jump a bit. As Jon reached my other foot he said, "Nothing seems to be out of place, does it hurt anywhere?" I waited for a few seconds thinking what to say, then said, "I've got this burning feeling between my legs, can you do something about that please?" Jon said, "There's nothing wrong with you, get up and cover yourself up." As I got up I saw that the old man's face was a picture. We didn't go directly back to the car; we went for a walk round the park. There was no one in the kids play area so we went and had a go on the swings. As Jon pushed me higher and higher my skirt blew up. I was a good job that there were no kids there. After that Jon told me to climb over the climbing frame. When I got to a sort of arch in the frame Jon told me to hang upside down by my knees. Of course my skirt was round my waist and my top was round my neck and my blood was rushing to my head. I never heard them approaching but I definitely saw the 3 teenage kids when they stopped their bikes just in front of me. I started to pull myself up but Jon said, "Stay!" After what seemed like an eternity where I could hear my blood pounding in my head, Jon finally got hold of my body and lifted me off. As my head slowly cleared I saw the lads sniggering then biking away. Jon had to hold me a bit as we walked back to the car. I enjoyed that. Before he would let me into the car I had to take my skirt off and we drove home with me wearing just my trainers and skimpy top. Not one person gave any indication that they'd noticed. Back home Jon and I packed the car. We were going camping at Blackpool for a couple of days. Tuesday - We set off very early and got to the Manchester area before we hit any real traffic problems. We got held-up in a traffic jam just before we needed to turn off the M6 and it was late morning when we finally found a campsite. As we entered the campsite I remembered that I was wearing my favourite cheesecloth dress and that I'd have to bend-over and squat down a lot to put the tent up then get everything into it. I felt a bit disappointed when there was no one around the area that Jon decided we'd use. After we'd pitched the tent we went for a walk round. The site was a little self-contained village with it's own little shop, cafe‚ and bar. Jon decided to give that a miss and we walked onto the main road and got a bus into the centre of Blackpool. We walked along the beach and I was glad (I think) that I was wearing my cheesecloth dress rather than the skirt and top that I'd worn the previous day. At least the dress dropped back down into place after the wind had blown it up, the skirt was so light that it would probably have stayed up. I got a few people looking at me when the dress did blow up. We had some 'typical' British Fish and Chips for lunch, I though that they were all right, but Jon said that he'd had a lot better. On the walk back to the campsite we stopped at one of the hundreds of amusement arcades along the seafront. Jon gave me some coins and I spent ages dropping them into one of those machines that slowly pushes the coins over the edge. I think I just about broke even by the time I'd finished. Near the campsite was a bit of a fun fair that we had a look round. We had a go on the bumper cars, that was fun. Jon had a go at rifle shooting and won a big pink teddy bear that he gave to me. For a laugh we went into this hall of mirrors. There were hundreds of them on the walls and ceiling. They really did distort shapes. There were a few other people in there as well, quite a laugh. At one point I saw a lad of about 14 who didn't seem to be enjoying himself. After a few seconds I realised that he was looking at a mirror on the floor, one that I was stood on. Guess what he was looking at. What the hell I thought, I'll give him something to have a quiet wank about in bed that night, so I looked away from him and opened my legs. After a couple of minutes Jon came over to me, grabbed my arm and pulled me away saying, "stop it," you'll drive the poor lad crazy. Back at the campsite I made a cup of tea on the little camping stove. We didn't have a table with us so I was doing everything down on the grass. At first I forgot that with me being squatted down with my dress not covering all my legs that my pussy would be on show for everyone to see (if they looked). It was only when I saw some young lads playing football in the area in front of our tent spend a lot of time on the grass looking over towards me that I remembered. Too late by then so I just stayed there letting them get educated. Before we went out that night we went for a shower. The ladies shower block backs onto the mens and there was a hole in the wall at the back of the shower cubicle that I went into (the only one free). I couldn't be sure, but I'm think that there was someone looking through it because I kept seeing light coming through it, then it going off. Anyway, someone watching me take a shower isn't going to upset me, on the contrary, I made a point of standing where whoever would be able to get a good look at my pussy. And I frigged myself to a quick orgasm just for the fun of it. It was a bit windy that evening, so Jon let me wear a sweater over my dress. That didn't stop the skirt part blowing up, but at least I was a bit warmer. We walked to a pub on the seafront that was full of young people. Nothing exciting happened other than that we had a good time watching everyone get drunk. Both Jon and me climbed into a double sleeping bag that night. Jon fucked me from behind and I went to sleep with Jon still inside me. I woke up at about 4:00 o'clock in the morning dying for a pee. I climbed out of the tent and squatted down behind it. I hadn't bothered putting any clothes on as it was dark and quiet, but when I was in mid flow I was lit-up by someone shinning a torch at me. Everything was still quiet and the beam was coming from a tent a short distance away. The torch beam stayed on me as I finished off then stood up. When I was upright the beam was on the lower part of me so I could see where it was coming from, but I couldn't see a face. After a few seconds of trying to see I gave up and went back into the tent. The beam followed me all the way. Wednesday - Next morning I was up early and in the shower before Jon got up. I checked the showers and found that the cubicle that I'd been in had the smallest hole in the wall. All the others were bigger, and one was so big that I thought that I'd be able to get my hand through. The wall wasn't very thick either. Anyway, I decided to have my shower in that cubicle, and half way through I saw the light in the hole go a bit darker. I made sure that whomever it was got a good look at my pussy and jewellery then I bent over so that my bum and pussy was close to the hole. The next thing that I knew was that something was just touching my bum. I looked round and saw about 2 inches of this dick sticking out of the hole. It was circumcised like Jon's but I don't think that it was his, and I wasn't going to let it fuck me. I thought about backing onto it but I decided against it. What I did do though was to grab it and wank whoever until a whole load of his cum shot into my cubicle. After that I decided to get out and quickly get dried in the open area, wrap my towel round me and get back to our tent. Fortunately I didn't see any men around as I almost ran back to our tent. Jon was still in the sleeping bag when I got back and when I went into the tent he got out of the bag and told me to sit on his morning erection. As I sat there I amused him by telling him what had happened. I wore my dungaree dress and a short crop top that day and I had the expected problem (ha) of my pussy showing as I cooked some bacon and eggs for us. As I was doing that 2 youths got out of the tent where torch had been shining from when I'd got up for a pee. Both of the youths stared at me as the walked passed us. After breakfast we walked away from the centre then turned round and ended up back at the fun fair. Jon was in a bit of a daft mode and we had a ride on a roundabout. Jon told me to ride on a horse while he got on a motorbike. That plastic horse was cold on my bum and anyone who was looking must have had quite a sight when I got on and off it. As we got off I said that I remembered that last time that I was on a horse, in Tenerife. It brought back some nice memories. Jon said that we could go horse riding there, he'd seen an advert back at the campsite. I reminded him that I'd only got dresses with me, but all he said was, "so what? "Before I knew it we were back at the campsite telephoning the riding school and booking a session that afternoon. When we got there this young girl looked me up and down and said, "Haven't you got any trousers?" before I could say anything Jon said, "It doesn't matter, she can ride like that." The girl gave me a funny look and then turned away. There was another couple who arrived about the same time as us; they were in their early twenties. He was wearing shorts and a T- shirt and she looked as if she was wearing black tights under a T-shirt. When she got on the horse they gave her I'd swear that I could see her pussy. It was just a quick flash, but I couldn't see any trace of any knickers, and I'm sure that it was her hairy pussy that I could see through the stretched material. Jon got on his horse, then it came to my turn. They put the horse next to a big lump of concrete so that it was easy, but as I swung my leg over I saw that all the others were looking at me. By then they must all have seen my jewellery. As the horses started to walk out of the yard 3 other girls on horses joined us. Two of them were only wearing bikinis and the third a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Those 3 were obviously experienced riders and they were galloping round the fields as soon as they got the chance. The rest of us stayed at a walking pace. One of the girls has big breasts and a lose fitting bikini top. As soon as she started galloping I wondered how long it would be before that top came off. We all started going a bit faster and I was starting to enjoy the feeling of the leather saddle on my pussy and between my legs. We went from the fields and down onto a quiet stretch of beach. The 3 girls were riding up and down the beach at the waterfront. The 2 girls in bikinis were both having problems (not that they looked as if they minded). The one with the big breasts had come out of her bikini top and both Jon and the other man were watching the bouncing. The other girl's bikini bottom had ridden up into the cheeks of her bum. She looked as if she was wearing a thing. The girl from the stables stopped us then told us that we could ride up and down the beach for a bit. While we were doing that she said that she was going to join the 3 girls who were racing up and down. As we set off I looked back and saw that she had got off her horse and was taking her T-shirt off (she had a bra on). I kept looking and watched her take her jodhpurs off. As she pulled them down her knickers came down with them. She pulled the knickers back up then got back on her horse and was off. The 4 of them came passed us a few times and all of them looked as if they were in some sort of trance. It was obviously a happy trance as the all had a grin on their faces. I don't know why I didn't twig, but it was Jon who said, "They're getting off on that aren't they?" The other man heard him and said, "Yeah, great isn't it?" He turned to his woman and said, "Why don't you have a go?" With that she was off, not as fast as the others though. Jon turned to me and said, "You have a go." I'd never ridden a horse fast and was a bit nervous but I wanted to have a go. I'd already got a wet patch on the saddle and my pussy was telling me that it wanted more so off I went. As the horse started to gallop I was scared at first, but I managed to get into some sort of rhythm bouncing up and down. I don't know if I was doing it right from a horse riding point of view but the bouncing up and down on the saddle was doing my pussy the world of good. I think I was starting to realise why so many girls like horse riding. Maybe the material that jodhpurs are made of is so thick because it needs to absorb all that pussy juice. Anyway, I was off. My dress was up round my waist with all the bouncing up and down and I was starting to get close. I turned (somehow) the horse and started back. It wasn't long before I was cumming and I was still shaking as I went past Jon and the other bloke who were both trying to watch all of us at once. When it came to the turning point I got the horse to slowly walk back with me squelching as I gently bounced up and down on the saddle. My dress was still up when I got back to Jon and the other man who just couldn't take his eyes off me. Jon said, "Good was it?" All I could manage was, "You bet!" as I swung one leg over and slid off the horse. As I stood there my dress slid back down to cover my bum and pussy. After a few minutes the other girls came back over to us. They were all wet and I'm still not sure if it was with sweat or spray as the rode through the waves. Four of them had their bottom halves lost into the cracks of their bums, the girl with big breasts hadn't bothered to cover them, all 5 of them had nipples that were sticking out, and the girl with the man had her tights looking as if she'd sat in a bowl of cum. She looked quite silly really. When the girl from the stables got her breath back she put her T-shirt and jodhpurs back on then said, "That was good, lets start back shall we?" She didn't wait for an answer, but I heard the other man say to Jon, "That was one hell of an experience, there's times when I wish I was a woman." Jon just said, "Yes" and came over to help me get back onto my horse. Needless to say that as I got my leg over (no pun intended) everyone could see my jewellery again. The walk back to the stables was uneventful and we left as soon as we got back. On the way back to the campsite Jon decided that he wanted to go for a walk on his own, so I decided that I'd walk back into the noisy part for another look around. I walked along the beach and then up towards the crowds. I was busy looking at something up on the road and lost my footing on a rock near the steps. Over I went twisting my ankle as I went. Fortunately I landed on the sand and didn't hurt anything other than my ankle, which hurt like hell. A middle-aged couple saw me go over and not get up so they came over to help me. When I told them about my ankle they helped me up and over to a first-aid point. It wasn't long before 2 first-aiders were administering their skills. They'd told me to lay on this bed while they slowly removed my shoe then prodded and poked my foot to see what the damage was. At first I was more interested in my ankle to realise that the men were lifting my leg up and out a bit. I guess that they were expecting to see a pair of knickers, or at best a hairy pussy. One pair of eyes lit up when they saw my jewellery. "What the hell," I thought, my priority was my ankle, and whatever they were doing was helping. I didn't care about the little modesty that I still have. One of the men eventually told me that he didn't think that anything was broken, and asked me if he could spray something on my ankle. I haven't a clue what it was, but it was amazing, one minute my ankle was throbbing, and the next it was nearly normal. With most of the pain gone I decided to have a bit of fun and sat up, bent my knee and brought my ankle to my lap so that I could rub it. After a couple of seconds I looked at the men, both sets of eyes were riveted on my pussy so I stopped and pulled my skirt down so that they couldn't see it any more. As I did I said, "Whoops, it was such a nice day that I didn't bother putting any knickers on, hope you don't mind." After a couple of seconds as their brains realised that the show was over, one of them said, "Not at all young lady, we're used to it." The bulges in their trousers told me that they weren't used to it. I thanked them and left. I took the tram back to close to the campsite and was having a lie down when Jon got back. After an uneventful shower Jon told me to put my best dress on and we got a taxi into town. I'd put my silky dress and as I got into the taxi the driver watched my every move. Because I had to bend over to get into the car I'm sure that he was getting a good view of my breasts. Jon took me to a big hotel and the taxi driver watched us walk up the steps to the main entrance. I knew that he was watching so I bent forward a bit so that he got a good view of my bare ass. We had a fantastic meal but no dancing; my ankle was still hurting a bit so Jon agreed to let me stay sat down. Didn't have any fun with the waiter, it was a girl and she seemed more interested in Jon than in me. Thursday - Got up early and the weather wasn't too good so Jon decided that we'd pack up and head for home. We took a detour and drove through part of the lake district. Very nice, but as the weather was dull we didn't bother stopping anywhere. On the drive down the motorway Jon told me to take my dress of and ride back naked. The only people who seemed to notice were a couple of lorry drivers that we passed. I think Jon deliberately slowed down and crawled passed them to let them have a good look at me. Friday - Wasn't really looking forward to work, but it wasn't too bad. I did notice Debbie giving the Manager a quick flash up her dress. I wonder what she was after. That night Jon took me to our local pub, I noticed a couple of men looking at my legs but the place was too crowded for any real fun. Saturday August 21 Work was OK. Had lunch with Debbie and asked why she was flashing her pussy at the manager. It turns out that she was trying to get a pay rise but the manager didn't want to know. She said that she was beginning to wonder if the bloke had decided that he was gay. She wasn't too happy when I suggested that perhaps she'd flashed him so many times that it had become the norm and it didn't do anything for him any more. Just before closing time I got a really awkward customer. She really pushed my patience to its limits, and I was still mad when I got home. I did something stupid in the kitchen and Jon told me off. Instead of apologising I answered him back so I got punished. I know that I like Jon's punishments but at the time I wasn't thinking about that, it was that stupid woman at the salon. Jon's immediate reaction was to tell me to 'assume the position'. It had been a while since Jon had told me to do that and I was a bit slow in reacting. He left me like that for about 30 minutes before marching me upstairs and strapping me onto the 'whipping-T'. I'd forgotten how good it feels being strapped over the 'T' with my breasts and bald mons pressing down onto 'T', and my legs stretched wide apart with my feet not touching the floor. That feeling of helplessness and the anticipation of knowing what is going to happen next really does clear my mind of everything else. That evening was full of pleasant surprises. No sooner than Jon completed restraining me to the 'T' than I felt something hit my pussy then go into it. It was the spring-up dildo that Jon had released. I couldn't" have been completely 'square' on the 'T' and it hurt as the pressure of the spring forced the dildo into me, but once in, it felt good. Jon left me strapped there for about 10 minutes before he came back in and pulled the spring-loaded dildo out of me. The anticipation had already made me wet, but when I saw Jon come back in, naked and with a big hard-on, I really felt my juices flow. It had been a while since Jon had used the cane on me and I'd forgotten how bad the pain was. By the time I'd got to "10, thank you Master" the tears were dripping down onto the floor. At "15, thank you Master," Jon changed tactics a bit and got the end of the cane to whip round a cheek so that the end hit my pussy. At "19, thank you Master" I started to cum. Jon realised this, dropped the cane, and pushed his dick hard into my pussy. I think I started screaming a bit at that point. It wasn't long before Jon came as well, then there was silence for a minute or so as we both slowly came down from our 'highs'. As soon as I felt Jon start to get soft he pulled out of me and started to un-strap me. He took me round to the other end of the 'T' and I had to climb up and lower myself onto the dildo. He then strapped my wrists to the rope, way above my head then switched the 'fucking machine' motor on. There I was going up and down on the dildo and enjoying every second of it. It wasn't long before I was cuming again. When I did Jon left the room and didn't come back for what seemed like hours. In reality it was probably only half an hour. I lost count of the number of times I orgasmed in that 30 minutes and when Jon finally did come back, I was covered in sweat, absolutely shattered, and very close to passing out. But boy, was I happy. Jon switched the motor off and then turned the wheal so that I was at the lowest point with the big dildo totally hidden inside me. Just when I thought that he was going to help me get down, Jon said, "you can stay there until morning," and left. I had to spend the whole night impaled on the dildo, hanging by my wrists. Fortunately, most of my weight was supported by my thighs on the 'T'. After a couple of minutes of trying to pull myself up a bit, I just gave up. As I passed-out I remember feeling like the end of the dildo was going to push up through my stomach and out of my mouth. Sunday August 22 When I woke up I was in agony. I don't know which hurt the most, my aching arms or my stretched pussy. I was real glad when Jon came in and lifted me off. I couldn't stand up and Jon had to carry me to my bed. When I woke up again it was mid morning. My arms were almost normal, but I felt as if the dildo was still inside me. I had a shower and walked downstairs keeping my feet wide apart. I couldn't find Jon anywhere so I got some breakfast then went and lay (face down) on a sun lounger on the patio. About an hour later I heard someone coming round the side of the house and assumed it was Jon. It was only when I heard a voice say, "Bloody hell, what happened to you, what are all those red marks on your backside?" that I realised that it was Trevor. I got up and then said, "I've been a naughty girl and Jon punished me, I deserved it." As I said it I could see Trevor's eyes looking up and down my naked body. The poor lad's obviously too young to be used to seeing a naked woman and I could see his shorts move as his dick was getting hard. I don't think he really knew what to say, he just said, "Well, if you're alright I'd better get on with cutting the grass." Poor lad, he really does need to get himself a girlfriend and get himself laid. I left him to it and went inside to get on with the household chores. Jon returned just as Trevor was leaving. That night I watched TV lying on my stomach on the floor. Jon kept playing with my pussy with his toes. I was hoping that he'd let me sleep with him and fuck me that night, but I slept alone. Week commencing August 23 Monday - Debbie came round and was a bit shocked to see the red wheal marks on my backside. The pain had gone by then - apart from when I pressed on a red bit. When I told her what had happened she said that she could never let anyone do that to her, even if she did get to cum a few times in the process. I told her that I certainly wasn't complaining. Debbie had come round to ask a favour, a few pubic hairs had started growing again and she wanted me to use the hair removal machine on them. Before I'd had chance to say anything she'd dropped her skirt leaving her naked from the waist down. "Look" she said, pointing to one of them. I don't remember having had that problem when I removed mine, but there again, I did remove all Debbie's on the same day so I guess that it was possible to miss a few very small ones. I went and got the machine and we went into the conservatory. Debbie lay back on one of the reclining chairs and I got to work. The inevitable happened and I started to see Debbie's pussy lips swelling and her juices seeping out. I looked up at Debbie's face to see her eyes closed and a bit of a smile on her face. As I moved from hair to hair I had to open her lips to look for any more and I let my fingers slide in and out of her pussy. By the time I got the last one my hands were so slippery that I was having trouble keeping hold of the machine. I put the machine down and started doing a proper job on her pussy. It wasn't long before she started to cum and I kept going until she came for a second time. After she'd calmed down we went into the kitchen and got us some lunch before Debbie said that she had to go - "things to do." She dressed and left, leaving me a bit 'wanting'. Wednesday - Had a reasonable time a Tescos, I wore my cheesecloth dress and had some fun bending over in front of a couple of young male shelf-stackers. The paperboy came for his money that evening and had a good stare at me. I suppose that at his age you just can't get used to seeing naked women. Friday - The only exciting thing that happened that day was that the salon boss asked me to wax the legs and bikini line of a woman. It turned out to be a girl of about 15 or 16. When we got upstairs I told the girl to get on the reclining chair as I started getting the things ready. When I turned round the girl was sat in the chair all right, but she was naked from the waist down. When I told her that she could have kept her knickers on she said, "I wasn't wearing any. And anyway, wouldn't you have needed to remove them to do my bikini line?" The girl obviously didn't know what was normal, and I guess someone had been winding her up a bit. I managed to think quickly and saw the opportunity for a bit of fun. After a couple of seconds I said, "That depends on whether or not you want all your pubic hair removing, some women like to leave a bit." The girl thought for a few seconds then said, "All my friends say that everyone has them all removed so I want them all off." I was quite surprised at how well the girl handled the pain of the wax strips being pulled off. It was only when I started on the hairs round her pussy that she started cringing before I pulled them off, and she let out a couple of muffled screams when I did rip them off. She also let out some pussy juices as well. Part of her was enjoying it. We were both enjoying the part where I rubbed oil all over her pussy afterwards. I told her it was part of the treatment and made a big deal of rubbing it right into her hole. She was enjoying it as well, I'm sure that I felt her have a little orgasm, but she was obviously trying to hold back. Saturday August 28 Work wasn't very exciting, but when I got home that evening I saw that Jon had bought a new vacuum cleaner. One of those Dyson ones where a lot of the parts are made of transparent plastic. When I switched it on I realised that the suction was a lot stronger than the old one. When I told Jon he smiled and said that we were going to have some fun with that. I didn't realise what he meant at the time. That evening Jon took me to a nice pub way out in the country and we had a lovely meal. I wore just a tight black pencil dress and shoes, and I got lots of looks from the men there. Jon kept talking about what I could do with the new vacuum cleaner, and I hadn't a clue what he was on about. Sunday August 29 After the usual slow breakfast and paper reading Jon took me to the gym. We didn't go for a work out which was a bit of a shame as on the way there I had been wondering if the same young man would be there, and I was looking forward to 'getting off' in front of him again. Instead Jon told me to put just my white lycra bikini on and meet him in the pool. The place was nearly empty and we managed to get quite a few laps in before people stared getting in the way. From there we went into the sauna and lay on the benches. As I climbed on Jon said that as my bikini bottoms were just about lost in my pussy and ass crack then I may as well take them right off, the top as well. Even if there had been anyone else in there I would still have done it, and it wasn't long before I laying on my back naked. About 5 minutes later a woman about my age came in and spent the rest of our time in there staring at me. I couldn't work out if the staring was with approval, or disapproval. Anyway, when he's had enough, Jon told me to go and get showered and dressed, and to meet him at the entrance. Back home Jon settled down to watch some motor racing from Belgium while I cooked the dinner. After the motor racing, Jon told me to get the new vacuum cleaner out and then to lie down on one of the reclining chairs in the conservatory and to close my eyes. I heard the vacuum cleaner being switched on and then the next thing I knew was that the end of the thin crevice suction nozzle was touching my right nipple. Needles to say my nipple went rock hard instantly. My nipple was easily sucked into the end of the nozzle and when I opened my eyes I could see it vibrating about in the end of the transparent nozzle. The feeling was fantastic and I was disappointed when Jon pulled it off. It wasn't too bad because Jon moved the nozzle to my left nipple straight away. I could feel my pussy getting wet and that lovely feeling deep in my stomach. A couple of minutes later Jon took the nozzle off and slowly moved it down my front to my pussy. As soon as it got near my chain it sucked it up and I screamed. Jon immediately pulled back and switched the machine off. After a quick inspection Jon decided that it would be best if I removed the rings and chain. He said that he didn't want then to be ripped of me. When I lay down again Jon started the vacuum and moved the nozzle all around my pussy, eventually letting it suck my clit into it. Boy was that good. My clit was rattling around inside the nozzle and I was really getting turned on. It only took a minute or so of that before I started to cum. Jon wasn't finished, he alternated the nozzle between sucking my clit, my pussy lips and my nipples. At the same time he let the nozzle get close to the entrance to my hole. It was unbelievable, the whole of my body around my pussy was vibrating like mad. I was cumming over and over again. This went on for what seemed like a lifetime. It was nearly as good as being left on the 'fucking machine' upstairs. I was glad that Jon didn't let the nozzle go right inside me, I'm sure that it would have sucked half of me out and down that pipe. As it was my juices managed to get right down the pipe and into the transparent tank. In the end, when Jon finally switched the machine off, I was knackered, and a bit sore, but that didn't stop Jon from fucking me. After about an hour just lying there I went and had a shower before getting on with the rest of my chores for the day. That night Jon surprised me when he told me to stop writing this Journal. I've got quite used to the routine of updating it, and will miss keying the details of what I've been upto into it. I'll also miss the hours of playing with myself and bringing myself to orgasm after orgasm as my brain goes though all the exciting times that I've had. Never mind, if that what Jon wants. Jon also told me that he's thinking about publishing it on the Internet. On the one hand that makes me all excited (wet as well), but on the other hand I'm a bit apprehensive. I'm not ashamed of what Jon and me get up to, but I'm a bit concerned that people we know will recognise me. If this really is the end of this journal, then I feel that I have to say that not only have I enjoyed writing it, I've also had (and hope to do so for a long time yet) a lot of fun and pleasure out of my new life. I'm really glad that I found the courage to take that first big step and I'll always be grateful to Jon for showing me that life really can be so good. Sunday November 21 Hi there again, Jon has just told me that he's created an e-mail account vanessaevans@freeuk.com for me and that he wants me to post this journal to a news group on the Internet. I'm still a bit nervous about doing that, but Jon wants me to do it so I will, once I've found out how. Copyright © 1998,1999 by Vanessa Evans Publications. All rights reserved, This document may not be copied in whole, or in part, without permission from Vanessa Evans Publications.