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Ski Trip
Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a
34A–24–35 95-pound figure with hair. In 1998 I quit my boring
existence in a little town in North Wales and went to work as a
Housekeeper for a middle-aged in the East Midlands of England. It
was a brave decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the
job advert in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the
hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting
myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life was
so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but
I was so desperate to change my life that I did everything that was
asked of me, and I was finally offered the job.
Shortly after starting the job my employer (Jon) told me to write a
Journal of my new life, and he has since created a web site that it is
published on.
http://www.bigfoot.com/~vanessa.evans
If you care to read my Journal you will discover that my relationship
with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I
have easily come to realise that I have a life that just could not be more
satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life and all the little adventures that
Jon and I get up to.
Quite a few people who have read my Journal have asked for both
photographs of me and for me to describe myself a bit more. Well, Jon
says that he doesn't want me to send any photographs. It would be a bit
difficult anyway, as he hasn't got a scanner or a digital any
more. The digital that he did have got broken (Jon accidentally
gave it a swimming lesson) and he hasn't got round to getting a
replacement yet.
As for describing myself, I'm blond, at one point shortly after starting
working for Jon he got my hair cut very short just like a boy's. It's now
long enough to have 2 short pony-tails, just like I did when I was a
schoolgirl. Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no
body hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm
slim with small(ish), pert that have small aureoles and giant
nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have
a nice firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In
my lips I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very
prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch
long with a little round head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't
own any bras, knickers, trousers, leggings or shorts; and 90% of my
skirts and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very
shy girl, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a great
thrill from letting other people see my body.
I hope that's enough to satisfy the people who asked. If it isn't, perhaps
they would like to e-mail me with specific questions.
vanessa.evans@bigfoot.com
Jon told me to stop writing my Journal in the summer of 1999, but has
recently asked me to document, some of the more interesting
experiences that we have had since then.
Both Jon and myself have been scouring the Internet looking for ideas
for little adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to have
some fun. We've found one or two that appear to be slightly
rewritten copies of some of the text in my Journal, and one or two that
are very similar to some of the adventures that we've had and that I've
written about in my Journal. At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but
Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our
adventures were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as
well.
The adventure I'm about to describe took place quite recently (January
2001) when Jon took me skiing in Austria for a week.
Ski Trip
The first I knew about the trip was when Jon took me shopping to a
sports shop. Normally when he's taking me somewhere he doesn't tell
me until the day that we go, but occasionally he does. He told me this
time because I needed something to keep me warm. When he did tell
me I had mixed feelings. On the one hand I'd never been skiing before
and was a bit nervous. I've never really been the real sporty type. On
the other hand I was excited, it was something new, and I was sure that
we'd be able to have some 'fun'. I was also a bit worried about the cold.
As any of you who have read my Journal will know, I don't wear much
clothing, and I had visions of newspaper headlines to the effect of,
'Young found frozen to death buried in snow wearing nothing but a
mini dress'.
Jon soon put my mind to rest on the last bit when he started looking at
skisuits and thermal underwear for me. He picked 3 skisuits and told me
to try them on. I'd gone out wearing knee length boots, a dress and a
coat, and nothing else. I needed the coat because the weather was bad.
To try the skisuits on I had to take everything off. The one and only
changing cubicle (guess they didn't have much of a demand for one)
was in the middle of the shop, with just a curtain across. Not the best of
curtains either.
I didn't take long to strip off and I was pulling the trousers part of a
suit on when Jon opened the curtain to see how I was getting on. I
looked up, and not only could I see Jon, I could see a couple of
customers. They weren't looking my way – to start off with, but as they
moved round one of the saw me. I was just pulling the trouser part
over my backside and I'm not sure if he saw my or not. He
certainly saw my and I saw that he saw me. I told Jon that a
man was watching me and all he said was, "So what, you've never been
shy before". He was right; I'm not shy any more. I just wanted to let
Jon know that someone was watching me.
I pulled the skisuit properly on and zipped it up. It was a reasonable fit,
but I felt strange wearing something that covered so much of my body;
and it was warm in there as well. Jon told me to go and have a look at
myself in a mirror so I went out into the main part of the shop. The
who had watched me smiled as I went passed him to the mirror, so I
smiled back.
I told Jon that I was happy with the skisuit, but he told me to try
another one on. I went back into the changing cubicle and couldn't close
the curtain because Jon was leaning against the wall trapping the
curtain. I looked at Jon and he said, "Come on, we haven't got all day."
So I took the suit off. The who watched me put it on also watched
me take it off, so did the other man. When it was off I turned to ask Jon
which suit I should try next. This gave my watchers a full frontal view of
me. My started to tingle. As Jon answered I looked over at the
men and smiled. One of them grinned.
Jon told me to try the blue skisuit on next so I turned and lifted it of the
hook. As I did, I 'accidentally' dropped it so that I had to bend over to
pick it up. When I was bent over I looked back through my legs and saw
that the were still watching. My was getting wet.
After I picked the suit up I turned to Jon and put it on. My eyes were
mainly on Jon but I could see the out of the corner of my eye, they
were still watching.
I went through the same routine to try the 3rd suit on (green one), and
had an audience all of the time. The 3rd suit fitted even better than the
first one and I kept it on longer as both Jon and me decided that that
was the one. When I took it off I noticed that my had leaked
juices onto the crotch.
One of my watchers looked a bit surprised when I put just my dress
then my coat on.
Next was the ski boots, Jon had no intention of buying any, but he
wanted me to try some on for 2 reasons. Firstly he wanted to know what
size I would need, and secondly he wanted one of the sales
assistants to get a hard-on looking at my as he helped me.
Jon decided on the make and style of boot and asked the
assistant to measure my feet. I sat down with my knees together and
coat wide open. My short dress let most of my thighs show, and as soon
as the got down on his knees I knew that he'd seen my bald
pubes. His face went red. As the fumbled with the measurer I let
my knees part a few inches. All the time the kept looking up my
skirt and by then he'd be able to see the top of my slit. I kept the best
bit until he brought the boots out and helped me put them on. I
slouched down in the chair and let my legs move about as the boots
went on. His face was telling me everything. Poor man, he had trouble
concentrating on the boots and he trapped his finger as he fastened one
of the boots. Then he had to go through it all again as he showed me
how to fasten the boots. It wasn't complicated; it's just that I wanted
him to keep looking at me.
My sloppy was really tingling. I was enjoying it as much as he
was.
Amazingly, and unfortunately, the first set of boots fitted me well so Jon
took the size and thanked the for his help. "No problem," he said,
"happy to have helped you." I bet he was.
Jon sorted out some thermals, socks, gloves and goggles and we went
to the sales counter. We put them all on the counter and a different
assistant ran them through the till. When he got to he skisuit he
checked it over before folding it to put it in a bag. When he looked at
the crotch he saw that it was all wet. He looked inside and saw some of
my whitish juices and tried to rub them off.
When he finally realised that he wasn't going to rub the material dry he
said, "I'm very sorry, this has somehow got wet. I'll go and get another
one." Jon told him not to bother; we'd take that one. I was nearly
blushing.
From there we went and bought me some jeans. We didn't bother trying
them on. Jon just made sure that the ones that we bought had a big
lump of material where the 4 pieces of material met.
We left home the next weekend with me feeling uncomfortable wearing
the jeans and a jumper under my coat. At least the jeans rubbed my
pussy a bit as I walked. Jon told me to take a couple of dresses, but
didn't know if I'd get the chance to wear them.
The plane journey was uneventful and the coach trip was boring. It was
dark and I hardly saw anything.
We arrived at the Sports Hotel in Sol late that night and went straight to
bed.
Next morning Jon was up early and he opened the bedroom window to
let some fresh air in. It certainly was fresh. Our bedroom wasn't
overlooked which meant that no one could watch me walking around the
room naked, and being fucked by Jon. Can't win them all.
The scenery was fantastic, it was a bright clear day and I could see the
cable car going up the mountains. There was also at least 2 feet of snow
on the roofs of the buildings. I'd never actually seen snow that deep
before.
After breakfast Jon was eager to get to the shop where we hired boots
and skis. Jon took me up to the top of the first cable car ride then found
my ski school group for me. He told me that he'd see me back in the
hotel later that afternoon; and he was off.
Jon had told me that he used to go skiing just about every year when he
was younger, and he spent most of the week going down the and
the black runs. I spent most of the week in ski school. It was fun, I did
enjoy myself, but I got quite a few aches, pains and bruises.
Back at the hotel that evening we discovered the hotel swimming pool
and sports / leisure centre. The swimming pool was just off the
reception area and only has one small changing room. There are a
couple of changing cubicles, but they are so small that everyone gets
changed in the open area.
Fortunately Jon had told me to take my swimsuit with me, but the pool
water was cold. Each night before dinner Jon told me to wait in
reception until I saw a going for a swim. I then had to wait a couple
of minutes to give him time to start getting changed, then follow him in.
I then had to make sure that he saw everything as I stripped and
struggled (deliberately) to put my thin white lycra swimsuit on. I then
had to dive in the pool and make sure that he saw my big nipples trying
to burst out of the swimsuit.
After that I had to get out and hang around in the changing area
(naked) in the hope that someone else would come in. Only twice did I
manage to give someone a show when I got out and dressed.
From there I had to go and join Jon in the leisure centre. Jon told me
that the sign that was just after the changing rooms said that clothes
were forbidden beyond that point; and everyone was naked. There was
a sauna, a steam room, a jacuzzi, an extremely cold plunge pool, a
couple of relaxation areas and a massage room.
We went into the leisure centre every night and for quite a bit of that
time I was the only female in there. I spent most of the time in there
feeling the eyes of the staring at me. It was nice. I don't suppose
that me laying on the sunloungers with my feet on the ground at either
side did anything to discourage them either.
Neither of us went skiing on the Wednesday. It was a day of rest that
we both needed. In the morning we wandered around the village and
found a public swimming pool. We went back to the hotel for our
costumes and spent the afternoon there.
I was amazed by the number of people there, you could hardly move in
some parts. The changing area was fun, what Jon tells me is typical
mainland Europe with some little cubicles and one big open area. Guess
where I spent a lot of time pretending to get dressed and undressed.
Jon left me to it most of the time, but after I got changed for the third
time in 2 hours he came after me and fucked me in one of the cubicles.
At one side of the main pool (which was quite warm) there is an exit
where you can swim to a little pool outside. There you can sit with just
your head above the very warm water with steam rising around you.
There's a bigger pool that was frozen over and had snow on it. We
watched 3 people get out and roll in the snow. Part of another little pool
next to the warm bit had had the ice broken on it and we watched one
mad go for a quick swim in it. Jon decided that I should have a go.
I got out of the warm bit and was standing shivering on the edge of the
icy bit trying to pluck up enough courage to jump in when Jon pushed
me in. It was only about 10 feet long, but Jon made me swim to the
other end and back before getting back into the warm bit
God was it cold. My nipples were that cold they were aching something
rotten; and talk about swollen, I've never seen them that big. They were
still aching and rock hard the next morning. Even in the jacuzzi in the
hotel that night they were rock hard. Jon was 'amused'.
On the Thursday night, Jon decided that we'd stay in the hotel bar. The
other nights we'd put lots of clothes on and gone for our Apres Ski at
other local bars. Good fun, but nothing worth writing about.
Jon told me to wear one of the dresses I'd taken. It was the only time I
wore a dress that week, and I was the only woman there wearing one
(little did they know what I wasn't wearing underneath). All the others
(including the staff) were wearing trousers. As we walked into the
restaurant it went silent and most of the people looked to see why.
The talking soon started again and we had a nice meal. I think I had a
bit too much local beer afterwards and I fell over walking out. I didn't
see if anyone saw my backside and when I was down, or getting
up, but some people must have done. Jon helped me up and up to the
room where he took his pleasure and went to sleep.
Friday, the last day, was a bit different. Jon asked me where we stopped
for lunch and he met me there. I spent the afternoon going down a
couple of blue and one run. Nearly at the bottom of the run is
this log cabin. Jon took me round the back of it (no one lived there in
the winters) and we sat on a wooden bench taking in the bright sun and
scenery. Fantastic views.
After about 10 minutes Jon told me to strip. Stupidly, I said, "What?"
and he had to repeat himself. I just knew what was going to happen as
soon as I was naked. It was both hot and cold if you know what I mean.
The sun was warm, but everything else was cold. My nipples were hard
as I bent over his knee and counted the 20 slaps with his hand. After
that he told me to sit in the snow to cool my backside and pussy. That
was cold.
A couple of minutes later he told me to get up and lay on my back on
the bench. I then had to put my legs straight up in the air and open
them wide. He looked at my for a minute the opened his skisuit
and fucked me. As he was thrusting in and out I could hear the other
skiers swishing passed. I didn't cum, but Jon did.
My thermals were soaked in our juices by the time we got back to the
hotel, and I was glad I didn't have to put them on again.
We went home the next morning.
That's about it except to say that Jon threw my jeans and thermals in
the rubbish bin just as soon as we got home. The skisuit is now in the
loft and I doubt that it will get used util (and if) Jon takes me skiing
again.
I still have a few other experiences that Jon has told me to document,
and there's bound to be more as time goes on. I'm sure Jon will get me
to publish them on my web pages as and when he's read them and is
happy with them.
Love
Vanessa