Vanessa's New Life Ch. 11

We put our vests back on again and drove back to San Antonio. Just on the outskirts Jon told me to put my vest on and we drove to the car hire place. Jon gave them the keys and we walked back to the hotel. As we turned the corner after reception Jon said,

"Right off with the vests, we're going to risk it."

As we walked up onto the second floor there was a couple of girls and youths coming down. We got a few of the usual comments from them but the best was as we walked along our corridor when a nice hunk of a man asked if I wanted to go to his room with him.

Jon just said, "Cheeky sod."

Becky and Sam were in their room when we got into ours, they were leaning out of their window and talking to some blokes in the room below us. They said 'Hi' when they saw us and just carried on talking. I saw that they were both topless and their big tits were hanging over the edge of the window as they talked. The blokes below must have been able to look up and see 4 boobs staring down at them.

After a shower Jon was feeling randy and I had to ride him on my bed near the window. I was going up and down on him when I saw a couple looking down on us from the room above Becky and Sam's. I waved at them but and the man smiled but they didn't look away. After we had both cum I got off Jon and cleaned his dick and balls with my tongue. I did this with my backside facing the window and my knees apart.

When I'd finished I lay on my back with my legs open and looked out of the window. Not only were the couple still looking at us but I saw Becky as well. Our eyes met and she smiled and said,

"Hard work was that?"

"No, he's gone soft now but it was great while it lasted" I said.

Jon looked up and saw Becky and said,

"You can sample it if you want."

Beck just smiled and turned and walked. It was then that I saw that she was naked as well.

When we finally got up I looked over to Becky and Sam's room and saw them both at it in the 69 position with each other. You just never can tell whose bi these days.

We sat on the balcony until about 11 o'clock and then went out for some food and a drink. Jon told me to wear my bikini skirt and white bikini top. He told me to fasten it so lose that it wouldn't take much for it to slide off my boobs. He went out wearing just a T-shirt and shoes.

We ate in the KFC - upstairs. Two 'happy' youths followed us up the stairs and I heard one of them say to his mate,

"She isn't wearing any fucking knickers. I've just seen her pussy and she's got a chain hanging from her cunt."

Halfway though our chicken and chips one of them came over to us and said (in a very slurred voice),

"Excuse me mate, my mate reckons that your woman has a chain hanging from her cunt. Is that right!"

Jon looked at me, smiled, looked back at the youth and said,

"Go get your mate, I'll show you."

When they both got back Jon told me to get off the stool, take my skirt off and get back on the stool with my knees wide apart. My bikini top slipped off my right boob as I got back on but I didn't do anything about it. The youths unsteadily bent over and had a long stare at my pussy and its jewellery. As they were doing that I could feel their eyes burning into my pussy and my juices started to flow. I could feel my lips swell and part and my clit get harder. I'd swear that if they'd stayed there that close for much longer then I'd have cum and squirted one on them in the face.

Jon had been enjoying it all and so had the young couple at the other side of the room. I could see a bulge appearing in his shorts. As Jon told me to get down and put my skirt back on I realised that the windows went right down to the floor. I haven't a clue how many people out on the street saw me.

As the youth stumbled down the stairs I heard one of them say,

"Fucking told you." And then, "That's nearest you'll get to a pussy tonight."

We went into the bar that has a first floor balcony (can't remember its name) and Jon took me upstairs onto that balcony. We both leaned on the railings and watched the hoards of youngsters stagger by. At one point I heard a lot of giggling below us and looked down to see a group of about 4 or 5 girls looking up at us. They'd obviously seen either Jon's dick, or my pussy, or both.

Jon took me for a walk down by the harbour and we sat on one of those concrete seats and watched all the people in the cafés and the square. I've never seen a place that's so busy at that time in a morning.

We walked back to the hotel the long quiet way and Jon took my bikini top and skirt off me as soon as we were alone in the street. I'd walked about 300 yards naked before a car came the opposite way. Jon said,

"Just keep walking."

When the car got close its horn started sounding and some youth started shouting at me.

"Ignore them."

Jon said and we went round the corner to our hotel.

As we walked in the old man on reception stared at us. Jon just said,

"someone stole her clothes."

The man didn't say anything and we went up to our room. In the room I saw that Becky and Sam were in and they had a couple of men with them. Becky and Sam were wearing just bras and knickers and the lads what looked like boxer shorts. Jon said that he wondered if they'd just had, or were just about to have, an orgy. He said that he didn't care (good luck to them were his actual words) and he put the light off and we went to sleep.

Sunday July 11 - The day we came home. We didn't have to be at the airport until 9 o'clock and we'd got up early. We put our vests on and went to a café for some breakfast. We went to the same one that we'd been to the previous day and the same waiter was there. Jon told me that as we wouldn't be going back there I was to sit with my knees open and to slide forward in the chair. Jon also told me to slide the straps of my vest over so that a nipple was just showing. When the waiter came over to take our order he just couldn't take his eyes off me.

We finally made it through breakfast and then Jon told me that we were going for a walk to see how many people we could 'accidentally' flash using the dropping the wallet trick. In about 30 minutes we got 2 groups of youths and 3 groups of girls just going back to their hotel after their night out and 3 Spanish teenage girls. The reaction of one of the Spanish girls was good, when she saw Jon's dick she stopped walking and after a gasp, she just stood there staring and licking her lips. One of the lads said,

"Let's have a look at your tits as well,"

so Jon lifted my vest right up to my neck for a few seconds. I got a little tingle in my pussy as he did that.

We went to the airport on 2 different buses and Jon told me to wear my non see-through sarong and to just tuck it in so that I could get it 'caught' as I walked down the bus. He wore just a T-shirt. As it turned out we had to run to catch the bus in San Antonio and the sarong came off on its own. When it did I shouted to Jon who was in front of me. He looked round and said,

"keep going."

The sarong was wrapped round my left arm and the bag that I was carrying in my left hand. I had another bag in my right hand so I couldn't do anything about it. I must have run about a hundred yards like that with lots of people looking at me. I finally managed to put the sarong back on just before I got onto the bus. As I walked down the aisle in the bus a man said,

"Very nice love."

We sat at the back of the bus and got our breath back. Jon followed me onto the bus from Ibiza Town to the airport and he trapped my sarong against a seat back. The inevitable happened and I walked the last half of the bus in the nude. There were only a couple of teenage Spanish girls in the back half of the bus and they just stared and giggled.

We checked-in and then went to the toilets to get changed. Jon told me to wear Ben and my denim dungarees dress with nothing under it. As the bib of the dress only just covers the front of my boobs I could see that a few people were going to catch a glimpse of them. When we went though to the departure lounge we had to go through a security check. When I walked through the archway the alarm sounded (Ben and / or my jewellery). The man looked at me and motioned for me to go through it again. This time when the alarm went off the man came over to me and indicated that he wanted me to fold my arms out from my body. As he was running his 'magnifying glass' over me Jon said something. Because Jon was behind me I turned my body to face him. As I was turning I suddenly remembered what I was wearing. My right boob came out of the dungarees bib and when I turned back the security man had stopped moving and was staring at my boob. Silly man was going red in the face and when I pulled my dress straight he just waved me on.

In the departure lounge the only chairs that we could find that were free were some very low down ones. As I sat down I realised that I was in the perfect position for anyone passing to look up (or should I say down) my dress and see my pussy and jewellery. I have to admit that a couple of times when a smart looking man came passed I opened my knees a bit. Ben was making me feel randy.

Eventually we got on the plane and away, and it wasn't long before I was regretting wearing Ben. I'd forgotten about the effects that the constant vibrations of the aeroplane have and it wasn't long before I started to cum. Jon told me to lift the back of the dress up so that it wasn't under my pussy. He said that he didn't want me showing a wet patch on the back of my dress to everyone as we got off. I came twice more before we landed 2 hours later. Each time it had been a slow build-up to the orgasm which I tried to hide. The first one was just as the flight attendant was serving the breakfasts. My face was all red and I was straining and biting my lip so that I didn't let out a moan or scream. The woman asked me if I was okay but I was in no fit state to answer so Jon told her that I was.

When I came the second time the woman on the other side of me to Jon asked me if there was anything that she could do to help me. When we got up to get of the plane the woman noticed the wet patch on my seat and gave me a very sympathetic look and said,

"You'll soon be home."

I'm sure that she thought I was ill and had peed on the seat.

Going through customs and collecting our luggage was a bit of an ordeal as well. I had to take it very slowly. We got a taxi home and no sooner than I'd taken our bags upstairs and taken my dress off Jon told me that I'd screwed-up the video recording and that it hadn't been recording the British Grand Prix from Silverstone. He was mad and he took it out of my backside. I had to lean over the arm of the sofa while he gave me 50 slaps with his hand. I'm sure that hurt his hand because it certainly hurt me. He then took me outside and strapped me face up on to the scaffolding frame.

Trevor arrived late afternoon to cut the grass and you should have seen his face when he saw me. He turned the corner and was stood at my feet. I pretended not to see him but I was sneaking a look with half closed eyes. I was thinking about the last time that I'd been tied onto the scaffolding frame and the grass was being cut. Jon still won't tell me if it was him or Trevor that used the remote vibe on me but the look on Trevor's face when he saw me then made me think that it was Jon before. As I was thinking about that I felt my pussy tingle and get wet.

Trevor stood there for a few seconds then moved closer and bent down to have a closer look at my pussy. I let him have a good look then said,

"Hi, just topping-up my sun tan, just ignore me and get on with the grass will you."

The poor lad jumped and went all bright red before finally saying,

"Err yes, OK" and he went off towards the garage.

When he came back with the lawn mower he came over and asked me if I was OK. I told him that I was and that it was quite comfortable lying there. I could see his eyes moving from my breasts to my pussy and I could feel that tingling and my juices starting to flow. Just to keep him looking at me I asked him if he could get me a drink of water from the kitchen. He went off and when he came back he stood next to me and held it out for me. I looked at him and then at the glass and said,

"Slight technical problem Trevor, can you hold it to my mouth please."

He looked at my face then said,

"Oh yes, sorry"

and put the glass to my mouth. When I stopped drinking I said,

"Trevor, do you think that you could do me another favour please, could you get the sun tan lotion off the kitchen table and rub some on me please?"

He didn't answer but went away and came back with the lotion and just stood beside me again.

"Can you start with my arms and legs please," I said.

He started with my arms then went to my legs. As he was slowly moving up my legs I was enjoying the feelings and I know my pussy lips were swollen and gaping open. I was thinking, 'what must this young man be thinking. He was rubbing sun tan lotion onto a naked woman who was spread-eagle and tied down to a big frame.' The bulge in his shorts told me part of what he was thinking but I would like to have known the rest.

Trevor had stopped well short of my pussy, so I said,

"Can you do right up to the top of my legs then my body please?"

He stared again and slowly and gently moved up to the tops of my legs. He didn't touch my pussy but he got close enough to touch one of my rings. When that happened I shuddered a bit and moaned a bit. I wanted him to know that I was enjoying it, but not too much.

All of a sudden he stopped working on my legs and moved up to my shoulders then down the sides of my body to my stomach. When I decided that he probably wasn't intending doing my breasts I said,

"Can you do my breasts as well please, they get sun-burned as well."

There was a little hesitation then his hands gently moved back up and onto my right breast first. As his fingers touched my nipple it went even harder. I let out another little moan and said,

"That's nice, keep doing that."

My nipples were so hard that they were hurting. A nice hurt that was running all the way down to my pussy.

The lad was good and after a while he started pulling on my nipples a bit. That sent bolts of pleasure right down to my pussy and I moaned even loader. When he eventually moved down my body to my stomach I said,

"That was nice, can you do the rest of my body please?"

When he started doing round my pussy I said,

"Can you do ALL round there please?"

There was no way that I wanted him to miss massaging my pussy. I could feel an orgasm building inside me.

As he was rubbing lotion on my stomach I could feel Ben moving slightly inside me. He was stood between my legs and he stopped for a few seconds before starting rubbing the lotion onto my bald pubes. His hand started going lower until I gasped as he touched my clit. It was already making its presence known and when Trevor touched it, it started throbbing. Trevor's hand started rubbing all over all of my pussy. It didn't take him long to get a finger inside me and I started cumming. As I started Trevor stopped but I didn't want him to stop and I told him so. As I started to come down from my high I looked up to the bedroom window and saw Jon looking down at us with a smile on his face. My moans and gasps must have been loud enough to disturb him.

Trevor made me cum again before he stopped and just stared at me. When I looked at him he said,

"Why have you got those rings and that chain in your cunt?"

I smiled and said,

"Why not? Why do people wear earrings and studs in other parts of their bodies? I've seen men with rings in their foreskin. No seriously, I like them, they make me 'different' and I like people looking at them."

For a while Trevor didn't say anything, then he said,

"I like them too."

Just then there was a noise as Jon opened a window. Trevor said,

"I'd better get the grass cut."

And he walked off. As he came past me with the lawn mower I saw a bit wet patch on his shorts. It was 7 o'clock when Jon came and released and told me to go and take Ben out and have a shower. After that he told me to get this journal up to date. He also threatened to publish it on the Internet. I thought about that in bed that night. When Jon had said it my initial reaction was, 'Oh my god, everyone in the world will know what I've been doing, the shame, the embarrassment if someone recognises me.' In the end I finally decided that it would probably be my one and only chance for a little bit of fame. Who cares, I decided I'm happy with my life and why should I be ashamed about it. When I finally went to sleep I was quite happy with the idea.

Week commencing July 12

Not a very exciting week. The only interesting bit was that I saw an ad for a part-time hairdressing job. When I first started working for Jon I swore that I wouldn't go back to that, but for some reason the ad seemed to jump out at me.

When I told Jon about it he said, "go for it!"

The salon was in the middle of Derby and I went there on the Thursday. I was a bit nervous when the manager told me do a woman's hair for her.

I think that I managed to do a reasonable job and the manager seemed pleased. He then told me that the salon cut men's hair and did waxing - legs, armpits, bikini line etc. and he asked me if I had any problems with doing that. We didn't do any of those in that salon in Wales but I've been cutting Jon's hair for over a year now and he's been waxing more than my bikini line. The manager told me that they had a private room upstairs for doing the waxings and then asked me if I would be able to work on Fridays and Saturdays. I'd already discussed the possibility of this with Jon so I said okay. The manager then gave me on of their 'uniform' dresses and told me to be there at 9 o'clock the next morning.

The uniform was a white cotton dress that fastened all down the front with press-studs. I'd noticed that the ones that the other girls wore were slightly see-through as I'd been able to see the shapes and colours of bras and knickers. Wouldn't have that problem with me but it was a bit tight and a bit long. I couldn't do anything about it being tight but I shortened it (not as short as my own dresses - only to half way between my knees and my pussy) that evening. When I put it on my nipples were just visible when they were soft, I could see that I would get a few people staring at them when they got hard.

Friday - My first day cutting hair again was interesting but not really exciting. One of the young girls is quite cheeky with the other staff and she asked me why I wasn't wearing a bra. I said that my tits weren't big enough, that I didn't need one and that I never wore underwear. That seemed to shut her up but she kept looking at me. I think she was trying to see an outline of some knickers (VKL - visible knicker line as Jon calls it). I've noticed that with the uniform dress being so tight there is often a gap between some of the fasteners and that people can sometimes see some of my flesh.

Jon took me to the local pub for a drink that night. I had to wear my tight white lycra dress that shows my dark nipples through it even when they're soft. Before we went out Jon got 3 small rubber bands and put them on my nipples and clit. Not only did that mean that my nipples (more like bullets) were very visible but I was constantly being reminded that they were there. I definitely had to lift the back part of my dress up so that my pussy left the wet patch on the seat on not on my dress.

When we got home Jon wouldn't let me take the rubber bands off and after he'd fucked me and sent me to bed, I had dreams about big rubber dildos and rubber dresses.