Vanessa's Journal
Week commencing June 8
Nothing much happened early in the week, but Jon came home from work at
lunch-time on the Friday, and said that we were going camping for the weekend. I
had never been camping before, and had never been in the Girl Guides, so I had
no idea what was involved. We packed the car and set off. We drove to a camp
site just outside Blackpool, and we put the tent up and unloaded the car. After
that, we walked to the nearest pub for a drink. This was full of teenagers, and
I felt a bit 'old' being there. No one seemed to notice my short dress and
un-crossed legs. I suppose that it was because there were dozens of young girls
there, most of them with skirts just as short, or even shorter than mine. Back
at the camp site I made some coffee, and we went to bed. There was only one
sleeping bag, a double, so I climbed in with Jon, and snuggled-up to keep us
warm. Jon's hands started wandering, and it wasn't long before we were fucking.
Saturday June 13
I woke up early, probably the hard ground, and started licking and sucking Jon's
cock. I wanted him to wake up feeling good. It didn't take long for him to get a
hard-on, but I couldn't get him to cum. I had to climb on top and 'ride' him for
ages before he would cum and then open his eyes. I think that he had been awake
for a while, but he didn't say anything.
When it came to getting up, Jon sent me to the Shower Block wearing just a
towel. A group of lads whistled at me, and said a few things like "Can I dry my
hands on your towel please?" and "She can share my sleeping bag anytime," but I
didn't respond. In the Shower Block the showers weren't working, and I had to
have a good wash in a sink. To do that, I took the towel off, and stood there in
the nude whilst washing with a face cloth. While doing that, 3 women came in to
get washed, 1 of them totally ignored me, but the other 2 took every opportunity
to stare at me, so I made a big deal of washing my breasts and pussy. I put one
leg on the sink, spreading my pussy as I did so, and slowly washed every nook
and cranny. The 2 women had a really good look and only left when I wrapped the
towel round me. Back at the tent, I put a dress on and started cooking
breakfast while Jon went and got washed. I was a bit jealous when he told me the
men's showers were working and thought about using them that night. I hadn't
thought about it before, but when you're camping, all the cooking is done near
the ground, so I was squatting down most of the time. The young lads in the next
tent took a long time to get ready to leave for the day. I have to say that I
didn't do anything to discourage them, on the contrary, I kept doing things
between my legs when I was squatted down.
After breakfast Jon decided that we would go to the Fun Fair for the day. I had
a great time, especially the rides where we went fast through the air. My dress
kept flying up in the air, and I was enjoying every minute of it. There was a
place there which was full of mirrors that made you look funny shapes, and one
with that picture of Marilyn Monroe with the wind blowing her white dress up,
next to it. I didn't see the relevance of that till I stood in front of it and a
fan suddenly started. My dress was a relatively lose full one, and before I knew
it, it was up round my arm pits. I just reacted and pulled it down and held it
to my sides. Jon told me that that action would cost me. He told me that I had
to walk back in front of the mirror when the next 2 groups of people came round
the corner. I wasn't to do anything with my arms, but count to 5, and then walk
off the fan, and let my dress fall down on its own. Well, the first group was
couple in their late teens. The boy just stopped and smiled, and the girl
gasped, and then stared. The second group was a middle-aged couple with 2 sons
about 12 or 13. When the boys saw me they sniggered and pointed to me. The
parents didn't see me until it was nearly too late, and I don't think it had
time to register with them. Well there wasn't any reaction at all.
When we got back to the camp site I cooked us some food, and then told Jon I was
going for a shower. This time I wasn't going to miss out and went to the men's
showers. There was no one in there when I went in, so I went into the shower
cubicle, and started my shower. The cubicles were very small, and the coat hooks
were outside, so I had to leave my towel out there. To make sure that anyone who
came in knew that I was there I started singing. When the water stopped, I just
opened the door and stepped out, not knowing if there was anyone there or not.
There was, 2 of the young men that had been making silly remarks that morning.
I just ignored them, slowly drying myself. That didn't stop them watching my
every move, and making a few more remarks.
We walked to the pub at the end of the road that night, and we both had a 4
pints of lager. I had a few people give me looks of either disapproval, or
delight as I sat there with short skirt and un-crossed legs. We had one game of
Pool near closing time, and I know that 2 or 3 people got a good look at my
butt. I didn't care because Pool is one game that I was good at back in Wales.
We played a lot in the pubs, there was nothing else to do. I was leading for
most of the game, but decided that I had better let Jon win, so I deliberately
missed a ball.
Back in the tent, I took the initiative, and climbed on Jon as soon as he got
into the sleeping bag. Sometime in the middle of the night, I needed a pee and
climbed out of the tent without putting a dress on. I just went behind the tent,
squatted down, and let rip. As I was about to get up, I noticed a youth get out
of the next tent, go round the back and have a pee. He had no clothes on either.
I waited until he was in full flow, then got up and walked round the front. He
didn't hear me until I was next to him and I said, "nice out tonight isn't it?"
I didn't wait for an answer, and didn't get one, I think he was too embarrassed.
Sunday June 14
Next morning, I had similar fun with the shower, only there were more men in
there. As I came out of the cubicle, There were 2 men having a pee, and another
getting washed. That one said that I should be in the ladies next door. I just
said that the showers in there were not working, and carried on getting dried. I
think that one of the men having a pee was a bit flustered because when he
turned round, he had a wet patch on his trousers, he'd peed on himself. After
breakfast, we went for a walk, I think that it was for Jon to walk-off his
hang-over. After that, we packed the car and headed for home. On the way, we
pulled off the Motorway and had a pub Sunday Lunch at a posh Hotel.
