Vanessa's Journal
Week commencing May 24
The only exciting thing that happened was that we have a new paper boy. I think
that the old one must have told him about me because he had a big grin on his
face when I opened the door and didn't look at all surprised when he saw that I
was naked. Poor lad had to move his paper bag in-front of his trousers when I
looked down and saw the little bulge.
Saturday May 29
Jon took me to the local B&Q DIY store for some bits that he wanted. There's
lots of things in there that could be used for the wrong purpose. We had a good
laugh suggesting to each other what things could be used for what. By the time
we left I was quite wet between the legs. I was glad when Jon took me to our
local for a drink. I got a few people looking at me and I'm sure that one or two
of the men got a look at my pussy.
Jon took me to bed with him and fucked me doggy style that night.
Sunday May 30
After we had had breakfast Jon told me to pack a bag and we drove down to Oxford
stopping at a pub for some lunch. As we were driving down Jon told me that I was
going to baby-sit a couple of kids for a few days while he and a business
customer went away to an exhibition in America. Jon told me that the client was
important to his job and I wasn't to do anything to upset the kids, I was to be
on my 'best behaviour'. He told me that the man was divorced and lived alone
with his 14 year old son and 13 year old daughter. They were normally away at
boarding school but as luck would have it, he had to go away on the first of the
2 weeks that they were at home. Jon had 'volunteered' me when the man (Peter)
had tried to call off the trip because he didn't want to leave the kids at home
on their own.
When we got there I saw that it was a big house in acres of land. There was a
smallish swimming pool out the back in a large conservatory type building. Peter
came out to greet us and then gave us a guided tour of the place. The kids were
out somewhere and didn't appear until just before dinner. The girl seemed quite
nice (and quiet), but I could see that the boy was going to be difficult. All
through the meal he kept dropping things and going under table. After about the
third time I began to suspect that he was trying to look up my skirt, but I
wasn't going to make it easy for him and I kept my legs firmly together.
