Vanessa's Journal
Week commencing July 6
I took a few photos of myself, and loaded them into the PC on the Monday and
Tuesday. It was strange zooming in on pictures of my own pussy, especially the
ones where I held my lips open. I frigged myself to an orgasm just looking at
the photos. The rest of the week was quite boring, I didn't even manage to get
anyone watching me lean over the freezers in Tosco's.
Saturday July 11
While in town that day, Jon and me searched all over for a theatrical shop. He
didn't tell me why, until we found one, and Jon bought a large tin of black body
paint. We then went all round the clothes shops (except the one that Kelly
worked in - for some strange reason), and eventually found the dress that Jon
was looking for. It was made out of a black, sort of lacy net, and was very
see-through. I then realised what the body paint was for. We went to a pub in
town that night (wearing my white lycra dress, not the new lacy net one), and
while we were there, Jon saw an advert for bar staff on a Monday, Tuesday and
Wednesday nights, and asked me if I fancied the job. I thought about it for a
minute, and said that it could be OK, especially as the girls didn't wear
uniforms, and were all quite young.
I didn't get anyone looking at me or trying to grope me when I went to the
toilet that night. It was a bit disappointing in a way, but I suppose it was
because most of the women in the pub were a lot younger than me, and the all
wore skirts just as short, if not shorter than mine.
Sunday July 12
Just to prove that Jon isn't always predictable, after breakfast, Jon painted a
pair of shorts and a top on me, wrapped some polythene round me, and we went to
the university sports field. The students had left for the summer, and the
place was deserted. We parked right at one end of the car park which was close
to the running track, got out, and started jogging round the running circuit.
Jon was all right in his shorts and vest, but I felt very exposed. Jon said that
you couldn't tell the difference from a distance of about 20 foot away, but
closer than that, and you could start to see that there were no joins in the
material, and could see my crack. We did about 5 circuits and then another car
came into the car park, and a couple of men got out. They did some warming-up
exercises well a way from the track then started jogging towards us. My heart
was pounding to start with, but when they came towards the track, it went into
over-drive. I thought that I might get away with it, just so long as they didn't
come up behind us, or go the opposite way round. When they did start jogging
round the opposite way to us, I said to Jon "that's it, they are going to
notice." Jon just told me to keep my cool, and act as if they weren't there.
Fortunately, they were running in the outside lane, and we were on the inside,
and when they went passed the first time, they just glanced at us and said,
"good morning." The second time round, one of them looked at me for a long time,
and I'm sure that he was trying to decide on what he had seen. Before the third
time, we pulled off the track, and stopped near the car. Jon told me to do some
stretching exercises on the grass, and 'supervised' while I did all sorts of
aerobic type exercises.
Other people started arriving, and one car load even stopped close to Jon's car.
The 3 girls in it got out, took their track suites off, and walked passed us,
within 6 feet, but didn't even look at me. I was both relieved, and
disappointed, I don't know what I would have done if they had said anything. We
kept the 'aerobics' up for about 5 more minutes, then headed for home. Being
naked in a place like that, with all those people being so close, had really
turned me on. On the way back home, I pleaded with Jon to give me some relief,
but he refused, saying that he didn't want to risk getting black paint all over
him, and that I mustn't do anything myself, until we got home, and I'd had a
shower. Once I'd done that, he restrained (that's the word that Jon says I have
to use) me on the scaffolding in the back garden. He strapped me in, and
fingered me until I was about to cum, then left me for about 30 minutes. Then he
did the same again, and again. By the time I eventually came, I was so desperate
for it that the neighbours must have wondered if there was a noisy party going
on, or someone was getting attacked.
I asked Jon to show me how to get onto the Internet again, and we spent about an
hour 'talking' to someone called Emma16, all about exhibitionism and dares. She
gave Jon a few ideas, and I think that we gave her some. She couldn't make up
her mind about having a 'Master', and said that she would have to think about
it. We exchanged e-mail addresses, so I might write to her.
