Vanessa's Journal
Week commencing October 12
Monday - About mid morning I put my newish cheesecloth dress on (the sun was
shining and it looked warm), and took the car to kwik-fit. I had to wait ages
for someone to talk to me, but I could see the mechanics looking at me. I had
been wandering round the workshop to fill-in the time, and hadn't realised that
there was a pit underneath one of the cars. It was only when I heard a mechanic
wolf-whistle and looked for where the noise had come for that I noticed it, and
him - looking right up my dress. Not wanting to spoil his fun, nor mine, I
pretended not to notice him and stayed where I was. I was feeling brave, and
lifted one foot onto the wheel of the parked car, pretending to adjust the
fastening on my shoe. That must have given him a right eyeful. It got me a
little excited and I felt a little rush of juices.
One of the other mechanics came up to me and asked me what he could do for me.
He was a bit of a hunk, and I was tempted to tell him, but after a couple of
seconds I told him about the noise that the car was making. He said that he
thought he knew what it would be, and asked me to bring it into a vacant slot.
When I brought it in, he opened the driver's door for me to get out. Not
thinking (or maybe I was), I swung one leg out, it was only as I swung the other
leg out that I saw his face, and where his eyes were looking - right at my bare
pussy. When I stood up he asked me if I had put the hand-brake on. When I said,
"yes" he asked me to take it off as he couldn't work on the brakes with it on.
He opened the door for me and I leaned in over the seat to the hand-brake. I
could feel the back of my dress riding up over my butt and nearly to my waist. I
pretended to be having difficulty with the hand-brake, and stayed like that for
what seemed like 10 minutes, but in reality it was probably only a few seconds.
I heard the wolf-whistle again and remembered that the mechanic in the pit was
right behind me as well. That was at least two of them that were getting a great
view of my ass and pussy. The juices were flowing again. When I stood up, my
mechanic had a big grin on his face, but very professionally told me that I
could wait until the job was done in the waiting room at the end of the
workshop. I thanked him and walked towards the waiting room. As I was walking
along the side of the workshop I passed a hole in the wall as a young mechanic
was walking out of it, carrying an open bottle of something. I didn't see him
straight away, and he wasn't concentrating on where he was going, and we
collided. Part of the contents of the bottle splashed right down the front of my
dress. As the lad backed away from me I could see that most of the liquid had
splashed down him. "That's acid" the lad said and shouted "Pete, I've spilt some
acid on a customer."
Pete was quick off the mark, and was there in seconds. He took one look at us
and said, "quick, clothes off and into the shower, that acid will burn your
skin." It was then that I started to feel a tingling round the wet area of my
stomach. I guessed that he wasn't joking. What else could I do, not wanting to
pull the dress over my head, I pulled it off my shoulders and wriggled out of
it. There I was, naked in the middle of a garage full of mechanics and a couple
of customers, but I wasn't really worried about that, it was the tingling on my
stomach that was getting to be a slight burning feeling.
Meanwhile, the young mechanic had just about got his overalls off and was in the
process of dropping his trousers. At the same time, Pete was pulling his
sweatshirt off. Within seconds he was down to his boxers and Pete was leading us
to the shower which was in the toilet area at the other end of the workshop. As
we were running down the workshop I noticed that everyone had stopped whatever
they were doing and were watching us. Before I knew it we were both in the
shower getting a real good soaking. Pete said, "stay in there, both of you, and
let the water wash over the area that got the acid on, for 10 full minutes."
Pete left us to stand there facing each other. After I had collected my thoughts
I asked the lad what his name was. It was Darren. I said, "Darren, you should
really take those off (pointing to the boxers), you should let the water get
straight onto your skin."
At first Darren didn't seem too keen to take his boxer shorts off, but then he
did saying "yes, I suppose you're right." We both stood there, two total
strangers, naked and inches apart, with the shower pouring water down our
fronts. After a couple of minutes I was feeling OK, and I guess that Darren was
too, because he was starting to get an erection. I saw it as we both looked each
other up and down. I then felt it as it started to rise and touch my right thigh
just below my pussy. Darren backed-off a bit and apologised. It wasn't his
fault, I suppose that any red-blooded male in that situation would get a
hard-on, so I said, "that's OK, I'll take it as a compliment." He said, "well
yes, you do have a gorgeous body." "Yours isn't so bad either" I replied. Just
then Pete came back with a couple of towels for us. I turned the shower off and
turned towards Pete who said, "I can see why Darren's happy. Get dried and put
these on. Then come into the office - both of you."
As we were towelling down, I asked Darren if he was OK and he said, "yes." He
asked me the same and then apologised for the accident. "These things happen" I
said, then "at least I got to see a handsome young man naked" as I looked at his
still erect dick. Darren replied saying "In a way I'm glad it happened, its not
every day that we get a naked lady in the workshop, you'll have made the lads
day, and I've never had a shower with a gorgeous naked lady." "Try it, it can be
lots of fun" I said. Darren then said that we had better put on the paper
overalls that Pete had left for us, and go to the office. He said that he was
expecting to get into a lot of trouble for what had happened.
Back in the office Pete asked us if we were both OK, and apologised for
everything. He told me that there were a number of accident forms that had to be
filled-in and got us both a cup of coffee while we answered his questions. He
started to give Darren a bollocking, but I stopped him by saying that it was
probably just as much my fault as Darren's. When we'd finished, Pete gave me my
dress - in a polythene bag. He said that if I got it out of the bag it would
probably look OK, just wet, but he guaranteed that within a few hours there
would be big holes in it. The best place for it, he said, was in the rubbish
bin. I said, "OK" and he then asked me how much it cost. I told him that it cost
about œ60 so he went to the sales counter till, came back and gave me œ100 and
said, "I hope the difference makes-up for all the trouble that you've had." I
was just about to say something when another mechanic came in and told us that
my car was fixed. Pete said that the repairs were on them as well, and
apologised again. Darren said that he was really sorry as well, but I noticed a
slight smile on his face.
As I was walking to Jon's car, I couldn't help noticing that all the mechanics
were looking at me. I smiled at the nearest one, got in, and drove off. I was
quite pleased with the way thing had worked out, I'd made a nice profit, and had
lots of men look at my naked body. A good day.
That night when I was telling Jon all about my day he had a real good look at
all the front of my body, he said that battery acid can be really dangerous and
that I had been quite lucky. He said that it was a shame about the dress as he
liked that one, but that we would go and get another one at the weekend. He
asked me if I'd enjoyed my time in the shower with Darren, and asked me if
Darren had tried to touch me. I think (hope) that Jon was being protective off
me.
The rest of the week was nowhere near as exciting as the Monday. Saw Bridie when
I went to Tescos and she asked if she could come round to see me on the Friday,
which was her day off.
Friday - Bridie arrived mid morning and we had a real good chat over a coffee.
At one point she said that she felt a little over-dressed with her wearing a
skirt and top and me wearing nothing. I told her that she could easily remedy
that. She smiled, stood up and took first her woolly top revealing that she
wasn't wearing a bra, then her skirt. She wasn't wearing knickers either. Nor
tights or stockings. Apparently her mother had told her off saying that without
tights she would catch her death of cold. If only she'd known. Bridie said that
she often didn't wear underwear now. She said that her luck with boys had
improved over the month or so since she'd been round, and that she'd been out
with 2 boys. The first one had been a bit of 'a boring bugger' (her words), and
she had finished with him when he showed more interest in drinking with his
mates than with her. She was still seeing the second boy, and he had cum in his
pants when he found out that she wasn't wearing any knickers. They were in a pub
at the time and he'd been a bit embarrassed. They were going out the next night
and she was hoping that he would try something. She said that if he didn't, then
she would keep flashing her pussy at him until he did.
Bridie told me that she'd even gone to work with no underwear a few times, and
had felt a little excited all day, especially when she'd been serving men. She
said that she'd been tempted to say to some of them "there's your change, and
did you know that I'm not wearing any knickers." We both had a good laugh over
that.
When we'd finished the coffee I showed her the new conservatory. Even though it
was cold and wet outside, it was warm in the conservatory. Bridie said that with
all that glass she felt as if she were standing outside. I said that we could go
for a run round the garden if she liked, but she declined the offer - I wonder
why?
We had some lunch then I took her upstairs to the new punishment room. She was
amazed when she saw what was in there. I had to explain how some of it worked,
even showing her some of the positions that I had to get into. I asked her to
climb onto the top part of the 'whipping-T' and I strapped her wrists down
before she realised what I was doing. I then managed to strap her ankles down
and asked her what she felt like. "Vulnerable and exposed" she said. I asked her
if she would like me to use the cane on her back-side (only gentle), but she
wasn't at all keen, and said that she couldn't stand pain. But I did take
advantage of her being in that position with her pussy wide open. She kept
saying that it wasn't fair as I first played with her with my fingers then my
mouth. I kissed, licked and sucked that lovely young pussy as she moaned and
pleaded for me to make her cum, but each time she got near I backed off, I
wanted to make it last as long as I could. I know the pleasure that that brings
me.
All that time she was laid on the 'T' looking at the dildo that was at the end
of the bottom part of the 'T'. I just knew by the look on her face that she was
wanting to be sitting on that dildo. I was as well, giving her that pleasure had
made me get excited and my pussy was quite wet. I was really making her suffer
and she was so desperate to cum that when I suggested that she climb onto the
'T' and impale herself, she couldn't wait to do it, but I made her promise to
eat me out afterwards. I think that she would have promised to run naked through
Derby city centre at lunch time on a Saturday at that moment.
I wasn't going to let her make the same mistake as me and I got a chair for her
to be able to put her weight on, and after a slow start she was riding that
dildo for all she was worth. It didn't take long for her to cum and after a lot
of moaning and a bit of screaming she started again. After the second orgasm I
switched the motor off and she just sat there for ages before climbing off
saying that it was brilliant. I told her what had happened to me, and she said
that she would 'kiss me better'. I asked her if she knew which part of me
suffered and she put her hand on my pubic bone and pussy and smiled. We looked
at each other for an intense moment before she bent her knees and started
kissing my stomach and pussy. I grabbed her hand and led her into my bedroom. We
spent the next couple of hours making love to each other before I went
downstairs to get a drink.
While I was in the kitchen there was a quiet knock on the front door. It was
about the time that the paper girl calls for her money, so I opened the door and
was inviting her in when I realised that it was a boy, the one that had seen me
naked many times before. After the initial shock I invited him into the kitchen
while I got his money out of my purse. While he was having a good look at me he
was telling me about them changing rounds. As he was talking I heard Bridie come
downstairs asking why I was taking so long. As she walked into the kitchen she
just froze, and after a few seconds she tried to cover herself with her hands,
went bright red, then she said, "Hello Tom."
Bridie was looking round for something to cover herself as I said, "I take it
that you two know each other. It's pointless trying to cover yourself, he's
already seen everything, and anyway, he's been looking at my body for months." I
got them talking and it turned out that he was the son of a neighbour of Bridie.
She was still shocked as I said that it was only fair that we saw him naked. He
was with 2 naked women and he still had his clothes on. When I said that if it
had been him and one of his mates that were naked and that there had been a
young girl there with her clothes on, he would have wanted to even things up. He
agreed with that, but wasn't rushing to strip. Bridie agreed with me, and said
that it was only right that things were evened-up. He had something on her, and
it was only right that he did something to even things up. After a few silent
seconds he stood up and took his jacket off. He took his shirt and jeans off,
but wasn't going to drop his jocks until I lifted a foot onto a chair and let
him have a good look at my pussy.
The poor lad's dick sprung out of his pants as he pulled the waist band out and
down. It wasn't a bad size for his age, but not as big as Jon's though. "I
suppose that I'll have to do something about that" I said and grabbed hold of it
as he stared at Bridie. It wasn't long before he was shooting his cum across the
kitchen floor. He got embarrassed by that, grabbed his pants and pulled them on.
"That wasn't so bad was it" I said, "and now you won't say anything about
Bridie, will you?" "No" he said as he put the rest of his clothes on and went
towards the door. I told him that he could tell his mates what had happened, but
nor where, or who with. He left with a grin on his face. I looked at Bridie and
we both burst out laughing.
We went back upstairs and had a pleasant shower together before she got dressed
and left just as Jon arrived home. She promised to let us know when she wanted
to go out for a drink with us. I hope it won't be too long.
Jon wasn't happy that his tea wasn't ready and told me to 'assume the position'
while he decided what punishment to give me. I was kept on my knees with my
hands on the floor behind me, and my knees wide open for about 5 minutes before
he had me bend over the kitchen table with my feet wide apart. He gave my
backside 50 hard slaps with his hand as I counted each one. I think that he must
have been tired as I was expecting more. I didn't even cry, but my backside was
quite warm, and I was getting a little wet between my legs.
Saturday October 17
Jon kept his promise and took me to the big shopping centre just outside
Sheffield. As it was another cold day, Jon let me wear my coat, but nothing else
other than a pair of high heeled shoes. We wandered round lots of shops, not
just looking for a dress, but looking at things for Jon. The house, and for me.
I tried a couple of dresses on in different shops, but I didn't have any
opportunities for any fun. The nearest I got to that was when it only took me
seconds to take my coat off, put the dress on and get back out to show Jon. The
girl at the entrance to the changing cubicles gave me a funny look and said,
"that was quick." "It doesn't take long when you're only wearing a coat" I
replied, but she didn't say anything else. The look on her face told me that she
wasn't sure whether to believe me or not.
Down by the food hall we found an area that looked a bit like an indoor market.
As we were walking past a shop that sold materials, Jon suddenly dragged me in
and told me to look for some thin flesh coloured material. I eventually found
some, and then Jon told me to get enough for me to make a bikini for myself.
That doesn't take much so I only got 1 meter of it.
Going up the escalator Jon whispered that there was a man behind me that looked
like he needed cheering-up, and he told me to turn round and open my coat and
give him a quick flash. I did, but hadn't bargained on the 2 youths behind him.
One of them got just as good a look at my body as the then happy man. I pulled
my coat sides together and turned round hearing one youth say to the other "did
you see that? that bird just flashed her tits and cunt at me." I didn't hear
what the other one said as we were by then walking off the top of the escalator.
I did catch a glimpse of the unhappy man though, he had a big grin on his face.
I was glad that Jon told me to do that, I got a bit of a thrill from it.
It was late afternoon before we found a shop that sold dresses like the
cheesecloth one that had got acid on it. In the same baggy style that Jon
wanted, they had cheesecloth and cotton ones, and ones that nearly came down to
my knees and ones that were so short that they were really just long tops. Some
of them never even covered my ass.
Jon selected 4 from the racks and sent me to try them on. I had to come out of
the cubicle to show him each one and the 2 youngish sales women watched my every
move. When I came out wearing one that didn't cover my ass (or pussy) and Jon
told me to give him a 'twirl', the 2 women got a real good view of my pussy and
ass. They were talking to each other as well as looking, and when I was changing
into the next dress one of them came over and asked if everything was all right.
I hadn't closed the curtain and I was naked when she turned the corner and saw
me. She looked at me, then Jon, then back to me. Jon said that we were looking
for a dress that was very baggy, and when I bent over, the top would hang down
giving anyone in front a good view of my breasts, and anyone behind a good view
of my bottom.
The sales woman said that they had lots like that, and that I should come out
into the main shop area and try then on near the racks. There was no one else in
the shop, the other sales woman wouldn't mind, and it would save time as they
were about to close she said. As she was telling me this I looked out and saw
the other sales woman locking the door. The 4 of us were alone, and I was being
invited to walk around the shop naked. That didn't worry me, quite the reverse,
it made me get a little excited. I knew that Jon wouldn't mind, and I guess that
the 2 sales women liked the idea, maybe they were lesbians. It wasn't long
before Jon and the 2 sales women were all picking dresses off the racks and
telling me to try them on. It ended up as a little fashion show with me as the
only model. The women gave me some pairs of shoes to try on with the different
dresses. I think that they just wanted me to bend over in front of them. This
was OK with me, I didn't fancy either of them (one was fat and ugly), but I knew
that Jon would look after me.
I made a big deal of flashing my wet pussy to them and Jon as I bent over to
fasten the shoes. It was fun, and I was getting lots of attention. In the end
Jon stopped everything by say that he had decided which one we would buy. It was
a thin cotton one that hardly touched my body apart from my shoulder and
breasts. As I bent forwards it rode up my backside and hung way down in front of
me. I could look down my front and see all my bare body, right past my pussy.
Jon told me to take it off again, and get dressed. The 2 women looked a little
surprised when I put just a coat on. As Jon paid for the dress one of the women
told us that we were welcome back anytime, with a big emphasis on the anytime.
She said that they were proud of their 'individual attention'. I don't think
that I shall worry too much if we don't go back.
That night Jon took me for a drink at a pub somewhere out in the country. I wore
my burgundy jacket with matching short skirt. The place was crowded, and we only
just managed to get a seat. Just before we left, Jon told me that because of the
way I was sat, my jacket was bunched up a bit, and that he had been looking at
my right breast for most of the evening. He said that if he could see it, then
anyone walking passed would have been able to see it as well. I'd noticed one
or two men walking passed and looking at me, but I'd assumed that it was my
short skirt.
Sunday October 18
After the usual newspaper reading ritual we set to work on taking the plaster of
Paris off the silicone mould. Jon told me to take it easy, as the silicone would
be very 'rubbery' and easy to damage with the sharp knife that I was using. It
took us about an hour, and when we had finished I felt a little strange looking
at something that was an identical shape to me. 'My' pussy looked very strange
with the bit hole where the dildo had been. It even had all the folds of my
pussy lips. Rubbing my hand over it made me get a little excited. The breasts
looked better than mine did. They were more cone shaped, more like mine were
when they were just developing, but the nipples were definitely not like mine
were when I was a kid. They are just like they are now (well not this minute).
Jon making me stay out in the cold before the plaster of Paris was put on really
had been worth while. In Jon's words "just like chapel hat pegs."
After lunch I realised that wasn't feeling well, and Jon told me to go to bed.
