Vanessa's Journal
Week commencing August 17
In a way I was glad when Wednesday came round. I had lost count of the times
that I had had to stop doing whatever, either to delay an orgasm, or to have
one. I got some real funny looks in Tescos and as I was getting on the bus.
Fortunately, the weather wasn't too bad, and it was still warm enough for me to
wear just a thin dress and shoes. As usual, there were a few young shelf
stackers following me round Tescos. One was even a young girl, and after I
realised that she was deliberately watching me, I decided to go to the toilet to
see if she followed me in there. She did, and I had to do a quick bit of
thinking to see what I could do to expose more flesh to her. After a sudden
burst of inspiration, I turned both taps on at full blast, and the water came
flying out of the sink, and all over me. I pretended to be surprised, and
'slowly' rushed to turn them off. By the time they were off, all down my front
was wet. I swore and said out load "what the hell am I going to do now?" The
girl took the bait and said that she would help me dry my dress, so before she
had chance to do anything else, I reached down, grabbed the hem, and pulled it
off, over my head. She just stared at my now naked body as I held the dress out
towards her and said, "thanks love." After a few seconds she woke-up and started
to say something about holding it in front of the hand dryer. "Haven't you got a
bigger dryer somewhere out the back" I asked, and she started to say something
about me being left without any clothes. "Don't worry about me" I said, "this is
the ladies room." With that she walked out looking a bit puzzled and back at me.
So, there I was, naked apart from my shoes, in a supermarket toilet. After a
minute, I started thinking about who could walk in, would the girl come back,
what would I do if she didn't come back, and would anyone pinch my trolley while
I was in there. I started getting bored, and excited. After a while a girl of
about 10 came in, stared at me and went into a stall. When she came out, she had
trouble washing her hands as she kept looking at me. As she went out, I could
hear her telling her mother that "there was a women in there with no clothes
on." As they moved away, I could just hear her mother say "Don't be silly." Just
after that, another couple of teenage staff girls came in and were giggling as
they both went into the same stall. I could hear then whispering about me, but
couldn't quite make out what they were saying. When they came out, they both
kept looking at me, but didn't say anything. Shortly after they left, the
original girl came back in, and gave me my dress back. Nice and dry too. As I
was putting it back on, she asked me if we could meet for a drink sometime. I
quickly wrote Jon's number on the back of her hand (her pen), and left her
standing there. My trolley was still there when I got out and I finished my
shopping. When I got to the checkouts, there the girl was on one of the Tills. I
went and joined the queue at her Till and as I got closer to being I could see
her getting red in the face. As I paid, I smiled at her and said, "you've got my
number" and left.
On the Thursday evening, Jon came home a bit early, and said that we were going
jogging before tea. He told me to put my tennis dress and trainers on, and off
we went. I had a bit of trouble keeping up with him, and the wind was causing me
a bit of concern. There were too many people around, and my dress was
threatening to do a 'Marilyn Monroe'. We headed off down this path across a few
fields, and I was able to forget about my dress, which ended up around my waist
a couple of times. Fortunately, there was no one around to see anything. Out in
the middle of nowhere, Jon decided that we would stop and have a rest, but it
wasn't much of a rest for me, and Jon decided that he wanted to watch me do some
cartwheels. I hadn't done any of those since I was a kid, and it took a few
attempts to get it right again. He also had me doing handstands against a big
tree, and got me to stay upside-down for as long as I could. Because of the
dress I was wearing, I couldn't see a thing when I was upside-down, and when I
collapsed after my last attempt, there was an old man walking his dog stood
right next to Jon, and only a few feet from me. My dress was still up round my
waist when I landed, and I was so shocked to see him that I just froze in a heap
with my legs wide open and my pussy staring at him. He must have though he had
died and gone to heaven. After what seemed like hours, he smiled and walked on.
Jon just said, "get-up" and "let's go," and we were off heading home. When we
got back to the road, I had to keep turning every time I though that the wind
was going to 'flash me' to try to avoid it happening. I didn't want to risk Jon
seeing me hold my dress down, as I knew only too well what that would result in.
I'm sure that I nearly cause at least one accident as I heard the screeching of
car tyres behind me at one point.
When we got home, Jon told me to take my dress off, and tied me to the
scaffolding frame for half an hour "to cool down" he said, but with him stood
between my legs and giving "a good seeing to," I didn't cool down much until he
got the hose pipe out afterwards. He gave me a good soaking, outside and inside
(pussy and arse). With the practice that Jon has been giving me, I can now
squirt the water back out 'on demand' front and back, providing that I don't get
too full. The problem this time was that it had been a while since I had been to
the toilet and some brown lumps came out as well. I was getting a bit cold by
the time Jon finally untied me, but I still had to use the hose pipe to wash
away the brown bits before he would let me go inside and dry myself before
getting tea ready.
Saturday August 22
Vicky didn't ring this weekend, and I was a little disappointed. I wanted to
find out how she had got on with her 3 days wearing Ben. Never mind, I had a
good weekend anyway. Jon dragged me out of bed at 7:00 am and told me that we
were going away for the rest of the weekend, and we packed the car and drove to
Skegness, that wonderful (!) little seaside resort. When we got there we drove
round until we found a Bed and Breakfast place, it was a little Hotel with its
own little bar. Jon had me wear one of my cut-of tops with a flared skirt (no
underwear of course). Fine until I start reaching up, or bending down, or it
gets windy, and I'd forgotten all about these problems until it came to me
getting the bags out of the car and taking them up to our room and a group of
teenage boys whistled at me showing them my ass. I was dead pleased that Jon
got us a double room, even if it was the cheapest in the Hotel, and didn't have
its own bathroom, but it did have a window that covered most of the outside
wall. The view out was onto a bigger Hotel.
We left the car at the Hotel and walked into 'town.' Skegness is a typical
English seaside town, geared-up for tourists who want to enjoy themselves and
drink too much. We went into the amusement arcades and had a go on the fruit
machines. Jon saw some 'bumper' cars and we got one each. It was only after
about 5 minutes of what seemed like every male driver bumping into me, that I
realised that with all the bumping, and me being very active with the steering
wheel, that my top had risen up, and both my nipples were showing. No wonder all
the men were trying to bump into me. I pulled my top down when Jon wasn't
looking, but it wasn't long before they were out again. After the second time I
gave up and just ignored it. What the hell! Further down towards the sea we
came across a fun fair. Jon wanted to go on one of those machines that is like a
cage with giant elastic bands on it. You get in, and then the ends of the bands
are extended high into the air. When a lever is released, the cage (with you in
it) catapults you high in the air. That made me scream like hell. As we were
coming down each time, my skirt was blown up round my waist, but I guess that no
one saw anything because I was sat firmly in the chair.
I say no one saw anything, but that's not true, when you get into the cage
you're strapped in with a belt round your waist, and one that comes-up between
your legs. The young man that strapped me in must have had a right eyeful. I
don't know if he was supposed to, but he didn't pull the strap between my legs
tight. I think that that was why my skirt blew up.
As the cage was settling down I noticed the video camera that was fastened to
the front of the cage. It was pointing directly down at us and had a little
flashing red light on it. When I told Jon about it he just said, "I guess that
they're recording people's expressions." "And the girl's skirts going up round
their waists" I thought to myself.
When it came to get off, I had a little trouble getting my balance, and the
attendant grabbed hold of me to steady me. It was only after I got my balance,
that I realised that his arm was about a foot higher than my waist, and that his
hand was on my left tit. He let go of me when he saw Jon looking at him. Silly
man, he should have realised that as Jon wasn't going to say anything.
From there we went into a cafe‚ and had some 'traditional English Fish and
Chips.' They tasted good to me, and Jon said that they "weren't bad." After
that we went down onto the beach, and walked a fair way south. We came to a
relatively quiet stretch, and Jon decided that we would soak up some sun for a
while. It wasn't that hot, but it was warm enough to lay out in our swimming
costumes. Jon stripped-off to his undies and lay on a towel. He was wearing one
of his pairs of fine net mesh undies, and because I was close to him, I could
clearly see his dick through the thin material.
He told me to wear just the bottoms from my white cotton bikini. I had to strip
naked, then put them on, then lie (on my stomach), on my towel. I'm sure that
non of the few people who were there noticed that I was naked for a minute or
so.
After a while, I got tired of lying on my stomach, and turned over onto my back.
Don't know if it was the distance that we were from other people, or my short
hair, or my small tits, but no one seemed to notice, not even when I propped
myself up on my elbows. Shortly after that. Jon decided that we were going to
go into the sea for a swim. Boy was it cold. My nipples were like thumb ends,
and they ached with the cold. We were messing about, and Jon pinched my bikini
bottoms and then decided that we were getting out. He only picked a time when a
group of teenagers were walking by. I had to walk out of the water and up to our
towels stark naked. There were a few comments from both boys and girls, but I'm
getting used to that, and I just smiled at them and kept walking.
When we had got dried and dressed, we walked back to the Hotel where Jon decided
that we should relax in the room before getting ready to go out for the evening.
We stripped-off and lay on the bed, and it wasn't long before I was fast asleep.
When I woke up Jon was lying there looking out of the big window. We could see
into the windows of rooms in the other Hotel about 50 yards away. Apart from 2
young women in one room, walking about in just their knickers, there was nothing
else of any interest. Jon told me to go and take a shower before getting
dressed. I wrapped one of the Hotels towels round me, but it wasn't very big,
and I had to hold the two ends together as I didn't have much confidence that it
would stay in-place on its own. When I found the bathroom it wasn't locked, so I
went in. It looked as if it had been a bedroom at one time, and was quite big.
There was a bath, two showers, and a toilet, all with curtains round them. It
was then that I discovered that the door wasn't locked because the lock was
broken. I'd taken my towel off, and was just about to get into one of the
showers, when the door opened and in walked a middle-aged man. He just stopped
and starred at me. I just said, "hello" and got into one of the showers. After a
minute or so, I heard the curtains for the other shower open and close, but as
they closed, the curtain between the two showers opened about two feet. I don't
think that he realised at first, because I was watching him have his shower. He
had masses of black pubic hair, and a tiny little dick peeking out of it. I
stopped looking when he turned my way, but from the corner of my eye I could see
that he was looking at me. I pretended to ignore him, but made sure that I gave
him a real good show. I even washed the inside of my pussy lips in full view. I
noticed that his dick had grown, and was now an almost reasonable erection. When
I was finished, I dried myself, and then just before wrapping the towel round
me, I pretended to 'just' notice him. I looked at his face, then down at his
erection, and then said, "naughty, naughty!" and walked out.
When I got back to our room, Jon was still laid on the bed looking out. It was
starting to get dark by then, and there were lights on in some of the rooms in
the Hotel out the back. When I got into the room Jon turned on our light, which
meant that anyone from any of the rooms in the other Hotel would be able to see
us if they looked. Jon told me to drop the towel and get myself ready to go out,
but not to put a dress on. He wanted me to give anyone looking a good display. I
walked back and forth getting things out of our bags, and then taking them over
to the dressing table, rubbing moisturising cream all over me, and various other
things to keep me active. All this time Jon was stood at the side of the window
trying to see if anyone was watching me. He said not, but I suspect that he
wasn't telling me the truth because he told me to lay on the bed with my legs
wide open facing the window, and to masturbate until I had cum.
Just before I got there, he climbed on the bed and had me ride him until we both
came. I actually came twice before he came, not sure if it was the excitement of
knowing (suspecting) that some strangers were watching us. After Jon had calmed
down, he wrapped a towel round his waist and went for a shower. He told me not
to get dressed until he came back.
After he left, I lay on the bed looking out of the window. All I could see was
the rooms that had lights on, and one or two people moving around, but it wasn't
very clear because the light was on in our room. I decided to turn the light
off, and have another look. I wasn't really surprised to see 2 rooms in almost
darkness, with people looking over our way. I couldn't see enough to work out
any ages or sexes, but I decided 'what the hell' put the light back on and
brought myself to a third orgasm.
Jon had me wear my lacy net mesh dress that night, and after a good meal in a
Chinese restaurant, we went to a pub down on the sea front, that was a real fun
pub called Idols. It had a dance floor, DJ (who was a real nutcase), and a
little stage; and the bar staff (men and women) were all scantily dressed. There
wasn't anything actually showing, but it wouldn't have taken much for them to
have been really exposing themselves. One hunk of a young man was only wearing a
pair of cut-off denims with lots of cuts in them. It was obvious that he had
nothing on underneath them. I didn't feel at all out of place with only a thin
dress that was full of little holes. The place was crowded, and the DJ was
making the night go with a swing. He was cracking some really crude jokes, and
everyone was really enjoying it. When I mentioned to Jon about the crude jokes
he told me that he would take me to see someone called Chubby Brown who was even
worse that the DJ.
We were both drinking beer and I was getting happy. Some of the bar staff were
putting on little 'suggestive' shows that were going down well, and the DJ was
getting a few people onto the stage to dance at times. He asked if anyone was
celebrating a birthday, and Jon told me to go and tell him that it was mine. I
didn't really want to, but I did. The DJ told me to go onto the stage, and have
a little dance with some of the bar staff. When I got on there, two of the male
staff came onto the stage with me. One of them was only wearing this rubber
chicken (guess where), and he got lots of cheers from the girls in the audience.
The other one (who was just wearing a pair of CK boxer shorts told me to stand
between them like the jam in a sandwich. He told me to 'thrust' back and forward
with them, in time with the music. When the record started it was the one that
has the words 'we're having a gang-bang, we're having a ball' etc. and we were
going backwards and forwards. I guess that the rubber chicken was bouncing up
and down, as I could see the girls in the audience pointing at the man in the
front part of the sandwich.
When the record finished, the man in front turned to face me, and said that we
were going to do it again, but this time with us clapping our hands above our
heads. After about a minute, I noticed that I couldn't feel the man behind me.
Then all of a sudden, with me with my hands high in the air, the man behind me
grabbed the hem of my dress and whipped it up and off. Before I could do
anything, the man behind put his arms round my waist and lifted me off the
ground. My feet had hardly left the floor before the man in front turned round,
bent down and opened my legs and pulled them round his waist. I grabbed for his
neck to stop me from falling over, but we both went over. We ended up with him
on his back, with me laid on top of him. But with my legs bent double under his
shoulders. I couldn't move because he was holding firmly onto me. When I think
back, I must have been giving some of the people at the front of the stage a
real eyeful. All I could do was listen to the cheering, and the DJ saying
something about 'that was the best one yet.'
When I finally managed to get up, the man in the CKs gave me a bottle of
champagne and a T-shirt, and thanked me for being such a good sport. To hold
those, I had to stop trying to cover myself, and I started to hear comments from
the audience. My dress had been given to the DJ, and I had to go and get it.
There were lots of roaming hands as I tried to squeeze my way through the crowd
to get to the DJ, and I'm sure that some of those hands were female ones. When
I got to the DJ he asked me if I usually didn't wear knickers. It was only after
I said, "never" and there was a big cheer from the audience, that I realised
that the question and answer were both going out over the PA system. I grabbed
my dress and ran back to Jon who took ages to stop laughing. But he wasn't
laughing enough to not stop me from putting my dress back on for about five
minutes. A couple of drinks later, Jon decided that we would have a dance, and
we went onto the floor. It really was crowded, and we could hardly move. There
were a couple of times when I felt a hand groping my bum as people squeezed past
me. One cheeky youth managed to get a finger in my pussy, and when he got past
me and Jon, he turned and looked at me. When he knew I was looking he stuck a
finger in the air and made a big deal of licking it. Guess where that finger had
been.
When we went back to our seats, someone was sitting there Jon had been, so he
stood in front of where I had been, with his back ready to sit down. He turned
me so that I could sit on his lap, but before he actually sat down I could feel
his hands doing something near my bum. As we sat down I got one hell of a shock.
As I was bending down, my dress rode up and I could feel his dick touching my
pussy. It was a good job that I was still very wet, otherwise it would have been
painful as he went up to the hilt in the one movement. If anyone had been
looking, the gasp and look on my face would have told them that I was being
fucked, right there, in public, with people sat either side of us. The
excitement was incredible. I wanted to move up and down, but Jon was holding me
firm. With my back to him, my legs were open a bout six inches, but it was
probably too dark for anyone to have seen up my dress. But anyway, they had all
seen me naked a short while before. It was a good job that his trousers had a
button fly as I guess that a zip could have been a little painful for either of
us. We stayed like that for about twenty minutes with me passing Jon his drink
at times. I did manage to rock back and forwards a bit, and I could really feel
the juices flowing. In the end, I suddenly felt Jon tense up and then he came
inside me. After another ten minutes or so, he started to go soft an then he
told me to stand up, but stay in front of him as he fastened his trousers. When
we got outside I could see the big wet patch on his trousers where both our
juices had leaked out of me.
We staggered back to the Hotel, me more pissed than him, and stripped off and
collapsed on the bed. Before I knew it, it was next morning, and the sun was
shinning in through the window. We hadn't bothered to close the curtains, and
the lights were still on. Us two naked people asleep on top of the bed would
have been easily visible to anyone in the other Hotel who cared to look.
Sunday August 23
When Jon woke up he decided that we should do some exercises before breakfast.
Jon stood me right in front of the window looking out, and he told me what
exercises to do. I really had trouble with my co-ordination as I moved my arms
and legs. In the end Jon gave up and put me across his knee and gave me 50
spanks with his hand. When I got up (with tears in my eyes - Jon is getting too
good with his right hand) I looked out of the window and saw a young couple
staring at us. When they saw that I had seen them, they clapped their hands and
disappeared from view.
After that, we went to have a shower and we didn't bother to close the curtains.
With the door lock still not working, the inevitable happened, as I was shaving
my pubes (still in the shower), a teenage girl came in on us. We all stared at
each other (I could see her eyes going up and down both our naked bodies) for
what seemed like ages, until Jon said, "don't mind us, just carry on doing what
ever you came to do" but she declined and left. We looked at each other and
laughed. Jan told me to wear a cheesecloth dress that day, and when we went for
breakfast, I saw both the man from the shower the previous evening, and the girl
from the morning shower. I could see the man looking at me, but whenever I
looked at him, he turned away. The girl ignored us, but I could see her pointing
to us, and telling her mate something.
When we booked out of the Hotel, we drove round until we found a big leisure
complex. Jon decided that we would 'give it a whirl' and we went in. It was
clearly designed for holidaymakers who were suffering from the poor English
weather. It had just about everything that anyone could want. We (Jon) decided
to have a game of squash first, and we went to the 'dry' changing rooms. I put
on just my tennis dress and trainers and went to wait for Jon. The court they
gave us had a glass rear wall so that an audience could watch you play. In a
way, I was glad that no one was watching any of the courts. I never was any good
at squash, and it wasn't long before Jon had me running all around the court,
and he even gave me a bollocking for not trying hard enough. He is very good at
giving me shots that I have to either bend down or stretch high to get at, and
my dress was riding-up to show my bum, or my left shoulder strap was going down
my arm quite a bit and my left tit was hanging out. It was only after we had
been playing for about 30 minutes that I noticed that we had gained an audience
of about four teenagers. I had to ignore them and concentrate on my game
otherwise Jon would have thrashed me in more ways than one, although there was
one time when I went flying, and ended up on my stomach with my legs wide open
giving the little audience a great view.
Once Jon had well and truly beaten me, he decided that we should go for a swim.
It wasn't any old swimming pool, it had about four different flumes, one that
ended in a big tank with glass sides, two slides, a rapids, a wave machine, and
lots of things for young kids. Another thing that it had was a mixed changing
room with lots of little cubicles. As I walked in I soon realised that Jon would
be having some fun there. We went into a 'family' changing cubicle, and Jon left
the door open. Needles to say it was only seconds before Jon had my dress off me
and I was naked for everyone who passed to see. He didn't tell me what to wear
until he had stripped off his squash gear and put his undies on. I reckoned that
he was relying on me been the centre of attraction, and no one noticing how
see-through his undies are. I had to wear my white one piece lycra costume, the
one with the deep 'V' that goes all the way down and under to my arse hole.
Whilst we were getting changed, we got a couple of funny looks from people
passing by, and 2 teenage girls even came back for a second look. I presumed
that it was Jon that they were looking at, not me, but who knows these days.
On the way into the pool I had one of the male attendants staring at me, and I
don't think that my clit was poking out between the 2 halves of the costume. We
had a swim in the main pool first before having a go on the flumes. Going down
the flumes tended to pull my costume up into the cracks of my ass and pussy, so
I had to adjust them quickly when I got to the bottom of each one, before Jon
got down. The biggest flume was the best and the worst. Just as I was getting
onto it, Jon (unbeknown to me at the time), untied the cord that held my costume
together. It didn't matter when I was stood up because it was wet and was
clinging to me, but as soon as I started to go down the flume the extra water
pulled it away from my body, and it was only the neck strap that kept me from
losing it completely. At the bottom of this flume there is a big tank of water
with glass sides, but above it there is this big 'donut' feature that you slide
round and round before losing momentum and falling through the 'donut' into the
big tank. There I was going round and round this 'donut' with my costume
trailing from my neck, thinking about how I was going to get it back on, and how
many people were looking through the glass sides of the tank. There was
absolutely nothing I could do, and down through the hole I went. It took me a
couple of minutes to put my costume back on because the tank was deep, and I had
to tread water all the time. When I finally got out, one cheeky young lad said,
"very nice - can you do that again please." So I guess that at least one person
saw me. Never mind, I got a little excitement out of it.
Jon had noticed a big bubbling spa and sauna and steam room, so we went into the
spa next. It was lovely and warm, and the bubbles didn't stop. It wasn't long
before Jon untied my costume again, and somehow managed to get it over my head
without anyone seeing. I was up to my neck in the bubbles, so non of the dozen
or so people could see that I was naked. More people came in, and it wasn't
long before I was squashed between Jon and a teenage boy. I couldn't tell if it
was Jon's or the boy's hands that were exploring the front of my body, but it
was nice, and I put my head back, closed my eyes and dreamed. I came back to
reality when a young woman who was trying to get out, tripped and landed on top
of me. Her hands were all over me as she tried to get back onto her feet. She
gave me a puzzled look as she apologised before moving away. Jon gave me back my
costume, and I had to duck under the bubbles to get it over my head and back on.
When we got out and went down the steps I noticed that my clit was clearly
visible between the 2 sides of my costume. I kept close to Jon as we went to the
steam room.
It was big, circular, and with 2 floor levels. The upper level had a railing
between it and the lower level. There were a few people on both levels. As we
were moving round the upper level looking for a seat, I saw that there was a
young couple both in the nude. The steam was so thick that you had to be close
up to them to realise. Jon took that as a que, and when we found some seats Jon
motioned to me to get my costume off (again). He took his off, and we relaxed
back in the chairs and put our feet up on the railings. Although the steam was
dense, it wasn't that hot in there, and it wasn't long before I was dozing off.
When I came round, there was this big man stood on the level below, looking
right at my pussy (my feet were about a foot apart). Fortunately, I wasn't
startled, and he didn't notice that I was back in the land of the living. I
could just see Jon out of the corner of my eye, and his eyes were shut, so I
thought that I might have a bit of fun. I slowly slid my legs further apart and
moved one hand from my stomach down to the top of my pussy. When he didn't move
I though 'go for it' and slowly started playing with my clit. This big fat man
just kept staring at my pussy. He didn't even look at my face, just my pussy. I
was just beginning to get worked-up when Jon moved and the man turned away. Jon
whispered to me "enjoy that did you slave?" he knew I had. We stayed there for a
few more minutes before putting our costumes on and going for a shower.
After we had cooled down we went into the sauna. It was a big one with lots of
benches. Jon told me to sit at the end of one bench with my feet on the bench.
He sat at my feet, so I couldn't put my legs out straight. I was bent over a
bit, so my costume looked a bit baggy, and the 2 front bits didn't meet at all.
My clit and a bit of my right lip was clearly visible to me, so I can only
imagine what Jon and the other people could see. A couple of teenage girls were
looking at us, giggling and whispering, but I don't know if that was Jon or me.
It wasn't long before the heat was getting too much for me and I asked Jon if we
could leave. Back in the changing rooms we got another 'family cubicle' and
stripped off. Again with the door open. Jon gave me a towel and told me to go
and take a shower. I walked out of the cubicle wrapping the towel round me, and
straight into an old man who seemed most embarrassed about seeing me pulling the
towel round me. The showers there are individual cubicles, each with their own
door. Jon had told me not to lock the one I was to use, but I couldn't anyway,
the lock was broken. There were also small holes in the partition walls so that
people in the cubicles either side could spy on you. This could be fun I
thought, took the towel off and turned the water on. It wasn't long before
someone started coming into my cubicle. It was a boy of about 14 who looked
stunned when he saw me. I turned to face him and said 'this one's occupied -
unless you want to join me" I think that the shock of seeing me confused him and
he muttered something and left. A short time later the same thing happened
again, but this time it was a girl of about 17. She seemed more confused than
shocked, but took her time apologising whilst she stared at my bald pubes. A
short while after she left, I noticed some feet under one of the sidewalls.
Their position made me wonder if someone was looking through the hole.
I decided to find out by bending over to wash my feet, and having a quick look
through the hole. There was any eye there looking at me. The feet didn't move so
I guess that they hadn't seen me looking at them (or didn't care), so I decided
to give them something to look at. I bent down again, but this time with my back
to the hole. I guess that my pussy would be only a couple of inches from the
hole. I reached between my legs and gave my pussy a good soaping, and letting 1
finger slip inside. I then stood up, faced the hole and did the same again. Just
as I was fingering myself, the door opened again and a woman about my age walked
in. She just smiled, said sorry, and left. By the time that I looked for the
feet again, they had gone. I never did find out who the feet and the eye
belonged to. It could have been the boy, the girl, or someone completely
different.
I rinsed off, put the towel round me and went back to Jon. He asked me what had
taken so long. After I had told him he said that he was going for a shower, and
that I was to spend all the time he was away, drying myself, with the door open.
I was very disappointed that no one had seen me by the time he got back. I did
have time to think a bit, and realised that I am turning into a right
exhibitionist. I now WANT people to see me naked. What a change from the me of 6
months ago. I've got a lot to thank Jon for.
When Jon got back he gave my clit a quick tug which made the cry-out a bit, then
told me to put my dress on.
We left and headed for home, stopping at a country pub for some food. Non
eventful apart from a few 'country bumpkins' staring at me. You'd think that
they'd never seen a woman in a short dress before. If only they'd known what I
didn't have on underneath - maybe they did, maybe the sunlight had been in the
right direction and they had been able to see through my dress. Who cares, I
don't.
When we got home there was a message on the answer-phone from Vicky. She said
that she had missed us and asked if she could come over the next weekend. Jon
told me to ring her and say OK. He went to work on his PC.
