Vanessa's Adventures Ch. 10

You should have seen the lad's face when I opened the door naked. The poor lad just didn't know where to look and his face was the colour of a red pepper. When he finally spoke he said that he'd come to see about the grass-cutting job but asked if he should come back later. I invited him in and we went into the kitchen. I told him what was expected of him and how much he'd get paid. All the time he was looking everywhere except at me. The lad's name was Trevor and he finally agreed to take the job. He said he'd be along each weekend but didn't know which day as it depended on what else he was doing. That didn't bother me and the excitement of him just turning-up and getting a thrill just looking at me, perhaps without me even knowing, made my pussy tingle a bit.

I took him to see the grass cutter and left him to it. About an hour later he came to the back door to tell me that he'd finished and to get his money. I had to turn my back to him to get the money out of my purse and 'accidentally' dropped some. I bent over with my back to him and my legs apart. As I was picking-up the coins I looked through my legs and saw him staring at my pussy and re-arranging his trousers. The lad had got a hard-on.

When I was paying him I asked him when he'd be coming back. At first he'd said that he wasn't sure but in the end I made him promise that he'd be back the next weekend. I hope I didn't frighten him away.

Week commencing June 14

Boring week, Hannah rang on the Wednesday night to see how I was and Jon told me to invite her out on the Saturday night. At first she didn't sound too keen, but in the end we agreed a time and a place to meet.

Saturday June 19

We went into town on the bus and took care of a few things. Nothing exciting except that 1 man realised that he could see all my legs right up to the top as I sat on the bus. He'd stopped and stared for a few seconds before moving on and he followed us for a bit when we got off. I guess that he was hoping for more but Jon had other things on his mind.

When it came to time to get ready to go out that night Jon told me not to bother making a lot of effort, "just put a dress and shoes on," he said. He told me that we were going swimming at Mansfield. We met Hannah at a pub and had a drink before going. While we were sat round a table Jon suddenly said (quite loudly), "Well Hannah, have you left your knickers at home then, Vanessa has?" I've got used to things like that but Hannah was embarrassed and she went bright red.

After a few minutes of Hannah hiding behind her drink Jon asked her again, this time quietly. Eventually Hannah said "yes" and Jon said, "And you'll lose that bra soon too." Hannah looked puzzled but didn't say anything.

We drank-up and got into Jon's car. After we'd been driving north for about 10 minutes Hannah asked where we were going. All Jon would say was "Mansfield." As we pulled into the car park Hannah said, "But this is a leisure centre!" Jon didn't reply until he'd parked and he got out saying, "Come on." Hannah looked puzzled as we queued-up to pay but that was nothing to her expression as we turned the corner into the changing area. Her eyes were wide open and her jaw had dropped.

She said nothing as I pulled her arm into a changing cubicle. It wasn't until Jon and me had stripped off and I started unfastening her dress that she finally said, "I can't do this" but she didn't try to stop me undressing her. Her big bra came off last and as it did Jon said, "You wanted people to see your body so now's your big chance." With that he stepped out of the cubicle and pulled Hannah out. We were surrounded my dozens of either naked or rapidly becoming naked people. As we pulled Hannah towards the swimming area she just stared at first 1 naked man then another without saying a word. She didn't even attempt to cover her tits or pussy.

It was about 10 minutes before Hannah started talking. She started by saying, "Look at all those dicks, I'm starting to get horny." "You won't get any of that in here," Jon said. "We'll see about that!" Hannah said and walked off. We didn't bother following her and we went for a swim.

I just love these naturist swims.

About an hour later we came across Hannah again. She was in the sauna with 3 men all about in their thirties. Hannah was talking to all of them and sitting with her legs wide open. I'm sure that she was trying to get them excited but she wasn't having any success. They all had very limp dicks. She said "Hi" when we walked in but she just kept talking to the men. After a while they all got up and left together.

We next saw Hannah in the changing rooms when the place was closing. She came and grabbed her clothes and was off mumbling something about going home with some man. As we drove home I said sorry to Jon, I told him that I didn't expect Hannah to react like that. Jon wasn't angry, he just said, "There's nowt so queer as folk."

Sunday June 20

Was a quiet day, after breakfast Jon took me to the hotel gym and we had a workout but Jon had told me to wear my white shorts and a T-shirt. He didn't seem to be in the mood for any fun.

The afternoon was reasonably warm and I lay out on the patio while Jon worked on his PC. There wasn't' much sun but I was determined to start my all-over tan. I was laid there on the sun-lounger with my feet on the floor at either side and dozing off when I heard a sound. I slowly half opened an eye and saw Trevor standing there. He hadn't seen me open my eyes because he was staring at my jewellery. I decided to let him enjoy the scenery and closed my eyes again.

It seemed like ages before I heard Jon (who was wearing some shorts) come outside and say, "Hi, you must be Trevor, I'm Jon, we spoke on the phone." After Trevor mumbled a 'Hi', Jon said, "Oh don't worry about Vanessa, she spends most of her live without clothes on. Look as much as you like, we don't mind, in fact Vanessa likes being watched, she likes the effect that it has on men's trousers." At that point I opened my eyes, just in time to see Trevor moving his hands in front of what looked like an uncomfortable bulge in the front of his trousers. I said "Hi" to Trevor and asked if I could get him a drink before he started. He just said "No" and rushed off to the garage to get the mower. Jon just smiled and went back in. I got a drink and got back on the sun-lounger.

It took at least twice as long for Trevor to cut the grass at the back of the house that day and when he finally came and told me that he's finished I could see a wet patch on his trousers.

Week commencing June 21

Not a very exciting week, Jon took me to his bed on the Wednesday night and I gave him a blowjob before he turned me over and fucked me doggy style.

Saturday June 26

Jon had to go to work in the morning but when he came back and we'd eaten he took me outside and strapped me, face up and spread-eagle on the scaffolding frame. He didn't waste any time in fucking me but it was a quick one that made him cum but left me wanting.

About 30 minutes later he came back outside and put a blindfold on me then left me again. Ages later I heard him come outside and walking near me but the next thing that I felt was something very cold on my nipples. They immediately went rock hard as what I think was an ice cube was rubbed all round my nipples. The cold was turning me on and I got that familiar feeling on my pussy.

I presume the ice cubes were melting as I started to feel Jon's fingers rubbing and then pulling my nipples. When that stopped there was nothing for a while then an unbelievable pain in my pussy. So much so that I started cumming straight away. The orgasm lasted for ages with me needing the scaffold restraints to stop me from rolling about. When I finally calmed down I realised that my pussy and insides were VERY cold. When I asked Jon what he had done to me he said that he'd found 3 ice cubes in the freezer that were all stuck together looking a bit like a dildo so he'd just pushed them into my pussy and let mother nature do the rest. Wow, I hope that he does that again sometime, it's an experience that a girl just should not miss.

Jon left me on the scaffolding frame with the blindfold on until early evening. After my body calmed down and all the sweat dried I eventually fell asleep. I woke up feeling something being pushed into my pussy. It felt like a vibrator but at that time I wasn't sure. A few minutes later I heard the lawn-mower start and it going up and down the lawn. I didn't know whether it was Jon or Trevor that was pushing it. I tried to imagine that it was Trevor cos he wasn't used to seeing me tied up like that and that thought made my pussy tingle.

After a few minutes I realised that it was a vibrator in me, it was the remote controlled one and someone had turned it on a bit. Not fully, but enough to start getting me excited. The grass cutting started getting long pauses and I started getting close to cumming. All of a sudden the vibe speed increased to maximum and within seconds I was cumming again. I was writhing about (not that I could move much) and moaning for more. Whoever it was kept the vibe on full throttle for what seemed like hours. I had about 4 orgasms all joined into one. When the vibe finally stopped and I calmed down I felt someone poke their fingers in my pussy and remove the vibe. After that the grass cutting continued and then there was silence. I fell asleep.

I still don't know if it was Jon or Trevor that did that to me and Jon won't tell me. That night Jon took me to a country pub for a meal. I wore only a tight black mini-dress and shoes. I was so knackered that I lounged back in the chair and didn't even bother to look to see whether or not people had noticed that my dress was only just covering my pussy.

Sunday June 27

Before breakfast Jon took me jogging. Jon told me to wear just my tennis dress and trainers. It wasn't windy so I didn't have any problems with that but Jon decided to take me along paths through fields. Each time we came to a fence or a gate I had to climb over it rather than open it or go through the special gaps. After a while I was starting to get tired and at one fence that I was climbing down from I caught my dress on something, as I went down the dress stayed up leaving me naked from just below my breasts down.

Fortunately the dress didn't rip but a man walking his dog got a right eyeful. Of course Jon just laughed as I struggled to sort it out and I have to admit that I took my time. Two reasons, firstly I wanted to let the man enjoy the scenery and secondly I wanted the rest, I was knackered.

When we got home and fed and watered Jon worked on his PC until he watched some motor racing from France. Jon let me sleep with him that night and he went to sleep still inside me with us in the spoon position.

Week commencing June 28

The week started off quiet, Vicky rang on the Tuesday and promised to come over and see us soon. She asked if I'd used the fucking machine recently and I said that I hadn't for ages. That started me thinking about it and on the Thursday morning I decided to make it earn its keep. I put a chair on either side then put the padded wrist straps on. Next I joined my wrists with a karabiner and switched the motor on. After a final 'should I, shouldn't I', I climbed up and positioned myself either side of the 'T'.

My pussy was just hovering above the big dildo and was getting wet in anticipation. After gently rubbing my pussy over the dildo I hooked the karabiner to the rope that was going up and down above me. My arms started going up and down then I lowered myself onto the dildo. It felt good as I slowly took it all. When my whole weight was on the dildo and the 'T' I lifted my feet off the chairs and let the motor take over. Up and down I went. It was good and my pussy was making sure that I didn't get sore. There was a sucking noise each time I started to go up. I was just getting close to cumming when the telephone rang but there was no way that I was going to stop and answer it. I heard the answering machine do its job and then Bridie telling me that she hadn't heard from us in ages and asking us to call her.

That slowed down me cumming, but it wasn't long before I could think about nothing other than the pleasure that I knew was seconds away. The gap between orgasms reduced quickly and I was getting tired. When I decided to stop I lifted my feet to put them on the chairs but disaster struck. Somehow I managed to knock both of them over. After another orgasm I was getting frantic. It was still mid morning and I wasn't expecting Jon back until early evening. I was sure that if I didn't do something very soon I would be literally 'fucked to death'. There was no way that my body could survive that machine for something like 7 or 8 hours. I had visions of newspaper headings like 'Young sex slave fucked to death' or 'What a way to go' or 'She died with a smile on her face'.

I haven't a clue where I found the strength but I managed to push myself up before the machine started the rope going up and I grabbed the knot in the rope. As I went up the next time I went right off the dildo and by wriggling about I managed to go down behind the dildo. I relaxed and let myself go up and down with the dildo just rubbing up and down the front of my pussy. Now my clit was getting all the treatment and after a couple of ups and downs I came again.

When the 'high' subsided I made a big effort and just managed to get a leg up and onto the 'T'. At last I was in control. As I climbed down my legs buckled and I lay in a heap on the floor for ages before managing to crawl to my bed and fall asleep.

I woke up in the middle of the afternoon and put things straight in the punishment room. The paperboy came for his money just before Jon got home and as usual I invited him in while I got the money. I always take my time sorting out the right money and dropping some of it on the floor so that I have to bend over with my back to him. While I'm bent over I look at him and he's always got a bulge in his trousers. I just love the effect that my naked body has on men.

Saturday July 3

Jon took me to Tesco but we didn't buy much, he said that I would have to go back on the Monday or Tuesday. I'd got my favourite cheesecloth dress on and Jon kept getting me to bend right over the freezers again. He said that he enjoys watching people watch me. He says that their reactions to realising that they can see my bum and pussy are amazing. The ways that people try to keep looking but pretend that they're not always amuse him. Me too, but it's more difficult for me to watch them watching me than it is for him.

When we got home Jon gave me a challenge. I had to make myself cum, but without using my hands in any way. I think that he'd guessed what I might try so he unclipped my pussy chain first. He said that he didn't want to risk me 'damaging' myself.

At first I couldn't think of anything, I couldn't touch myself and I couldn't hold anything. Oh, one other thing, he wouldn't let me use the 'whipping-T' in any way. To start off with the only thing that I could think off was to find something that I could put my legs either side and bend back and rub my pussy against. The first thing that I thought of was the scaffolding poles out back. It worked a bit and I managed to get myself wet but it wasn't good enough. I thought about switching the washing machine on and sitting on top of it but because I wasn't close to cumming that would take an eternity.

Then it twigged. In our kitchen we've got some chairs that have circular posts at either side of their backs. Each of these posts stick up about 3 inches from the top of the top cross bar. I put 2 of them back to back slightly offset and climbed on so that I had one foot on either chair. Then I lowered myself down so that my pussy was just touching the top of one of the posts. It was just like a dildo and it wasn't long before I was fucking that chair. After I came Jon said that he'd have to think of something more difficult the next time.

I lay out in the sun for most of the afternoon and we didn't go out that night. Jon said that he wanted an early night.

Sunday July 4

Jon woke me up at 4 o'clock in the morning and told me to pack our bags. At 6 o'clock we were at East Midlands Airport checking-in for a flight to Ibiza. Jon had booked us a so-called last minute 'cheap' holiday. I'd had the usual problem of going through the security x-ray machine and had to have the man run his 'magnifying glass' up and down me when I kept getting the machine bleeping as I went through. This time it was my pussy rings and chain that was causing the problem. It had to be, I wasn't wearing Ben.

At Ibiza airport we collected our bags and then went to the toilets to change into just our long T-shirts and shoes before going looking for a bus to get us to San Antonio. It wasn't any cooler for me as I had only been wearing my white lycra dress and shoes but Jon had had jeans on. We had to change buses in Ibiza town and as the second bus was filling up Jon had an idea. He wouldn't tell me what it was at that time but he said that as soon as we had found and checked-in to the hotel then we were going shopping.

Jon seemed to know his way around San Antonio and it didn't take us long to find the Hostel Rita and to check-in. The rooms (and the hotel) weren't up to much and we soon discovered that it was full of teenagers having their clubbing and boozing holidays. The place didn't even have a swimming pool. We had a little balcony over-looking a busy road and a window that looked out onto a little courtyard with other rooms doing the same. We could look out of that window and 10 feet away was another one directly opposite doing the same. As well as that there were rooms above and below us.

Jon wanted to get out to the beach so after a quick look round we were out and getting a bus to a place called Cala Conta. There are 3 beaches there and we went straight to the one where no one was wearing any clothes. This was a good job as I'd left our swimming costumes in the hotel. We soaked up the sun until early evening then waited for a bus back.

When we got to San Antonio Jon took me shopping and bought me 2 sarongs, one was see-through. Back in our room we stripped off and Jon told me to shorten the 2 sarongs so that when I just wrapped them round me (like a towel just above my breasts) they would just over-lap by about 6 inches. The see-through one obviously showed everything that I'd got when I tied the corners to one side but the other one didn't. When they were tied to the outside of either breast it was only one leg that was trying to escape and, although I'd expected it, I don't thing that anyone would have been able to see my pussy. Both of them were long enough to cover my ass and pussy without me having to worry about getting arrested for showing too much. After I'd got that all sorted Jon told me to take the non see-through one and just over-lap and lightly tuck in the ends instead of tying them. It didn't feel at all secure and when I told Jon he just said, "Good."

Right in the middle of doing all that our 'neighbours' across the courtyard opened the shutters on their window. It was then that I realised that as I could see all of them down to their knees, then they could see all of us down to our knees. They were 2 Scottish girls who said "Hi" to us, but stared at Jon and me, as we were both naked. They kept looking over to us on and off as they got changed and eventually went out.

Jon and me went and sat in the chairs on our little balcony and watched the people going up and down the street. We were only on the second floor and when a coach went by I felt as though I could reach out and touch its roof. At least it was so close that we didn't have to worry about anyone on it being able to see us.