Chapter 1: Introduction

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish 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 man 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.asstr.org/~Vanessa/

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.

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 breasts 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 pussy 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.

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 stories 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 Amy the Exhibitionist story is my attempt at documenting the daydreams that I have about how I would have liked to be as a 15 year old.

Amy the Exhibitionist

Part 1

Hi

My name is Amy, and I am about to tell you how I became an exhibitionist and tell you about some of the pleasure that I have had practicing / improving my passion.

Background

Firstly though, I had better give you some background information. Also, just so that you know, Amy isn't my real name, neither are the names that I've given to the rest of my family and friends.

I'm 15, my bust size is 34B (almost a C) and I'm slim. I have light brown hair and am 5' 1" tall. I have very firm breasts (Ben says that they must be made of rubber), small, dark areola and small nipples that get hard for the slightest reason. My pubic hair didn't start growing until I was 12, and even then I didn't have much of it by the time I was 13 and a half. It was then that I decided that I didn't like pubic hair and started plucking it all out. Every few days since then I have a plucking session.

My natural father left my mother and me when I was 3 years old. A couple of years later my Mum met Pete. A year later Pete, his son (Ben, who is now 17), Mum and myself all moved into a 2 bedroom flat. Yes, I had to share a room with Ben. When I was 12 we moved into a 3 bedroom house and I got my own bedroom. We have never had much money and Mum and Dad refuse to scrounge from the state. Dad (Pete) is a postman and starts work very early, 6 days a week. To make ends meet, mom works a spit shift in a supermarket, 5 days a week. Fortunately, all 4 of us get on real well and are able to talk about just about anything openly.

The discovery

I discovered my passion when I was 13. Dad never seems to get round to doing the d.i.y. jobs at home. The shower curtain has been broken (it now only goes down the side of the bath) for about 3 years now, and 2 years ago the lock on the bathroom door broke. To save any embarrassment we always knock loudly and wait for a few seconds before going in.

One Sunday morning as I was washing my hair in the shower something made me look up and there was Dad staring at my naked body. I froze. After what seemed like hours (probably seconds) Dad said, "Sorry, I did knock but didn't hear anything". Still not trying to cover-up I finally said, "Dad, can't a girl have a bit of privacy in this house"? Dad stared for a bit longer then turned and went out. I remember not being embarrassed and feeling a bit good. It wasn't until I was in bed that night that I started thinking about what happened. I went to sleep playing with myself.

A couple of weeks later my brother walked in on me whilst I was washing between my legs. Again I just froze. So did Ben. Well most of him. He was only wearing his boxers and they rapidly started bulging in the front. After a few seconds Ben went red in the face and turned and walked out.

I played with myself for ages before leaving the bathroom, and swore to myself that Ben was going to walk in on me again, soon. Or I was going to walk in on him.

2 days later Ben did. That time I managed to crack a joke about tent poles whilst keeping my hands rubbing the shampoo into my hair. Ben said, "How's a bloke supposed to have a piss when there's a gorgeous naked young woman in front of him". I thanked him for the complement and did a couple of what I thought were sexy poses for him. He stared at me for ages before going out saying that he'd try again later.

Now I know that a 13 year-old girl isn't a woman, but at 13 I did have "A" cup breasts, a few pubic hairs and great desire to be a woman; so I did appreciate my brother's complement.

That was it. I had realised that showing myself naked was something that really turned me on. I started dreaming and planning about how I could flash people without getting caught. I realised that being only 13 limited what I could do, but my imagination was running wild. Getting back down to earth I realised that I would have to start with little things and then get more adventurous as time went on.

My first deliberate flash was to my brother. It was common for Ben and me to get changed into our PJs then watch TV for a while before going to bed. I always wore a nightie instead of PJs. Well actually it was one of Dad's old "V" neck T-shirts that was way too big for me, but at the time I liked wearing it. I decided to start sleeping without knickers or bra; they came off when the nightie went on. There was often just my brother and me watching TV at that time of night. Because Dad started working so early he went to bed early, and Mum usually wasn't back from work for an hour or so after Dad went to bed.

That first flash was with me lying on my stomach watching TV between Ben and the TV. I insisted that we watch a program that I knew Ben wouldn't be too interested in so that his mind and eyes would wander. At first I kept my legs together but as soon as I saw that Ben had seen that I was knickerless (reflection on the TV screen), I gradually spread my legs. The feelings in my lower stomach and pussy soon made me feel great. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter. Ben usually complains when we watch one of my programmes, but that night he never complained at all. All he did was shift around in his seat and stare at my puss. I was so happy. When I went to bed I had my first self-induced orgasm. Scary and then fantastic.

The following night I decided to sit opposite Ben to watch the TV. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that my brother was concentrating on something other than the TV. Wanting more of his attention I casually let my legs open so that he had a better view.

Second orgasm in bed later.

On a morning after both Mom and Dad had left for work it was a question of who got to the bathroom first, Ben or me. Ben usually won, and the next day was no exception. Wanting to get more 'buzz' I decided to walk into the bathroom naked, whilst Ben was in the shower. Wow, Ben was wanking and didn't see me at first. I just stood and watched. Eventually Ben saw me and pulled some of the shower curtain round him as he said, "Sis, don't do that". Feeling brave I said, "Don't stop on my count, in fact I'd like to watch, that's if you've got the nerve". After a few seconds silence Ben let go of the curtain and started wanking again. It was the first time that I'd seen a man cum. It shot right to the other end of the bath. "Cool!" I said, and turned and walked out.

It was the weekend the next day so I didn't get any opportunities, but that didn't stop me dreaming.

The flashing Ben whilst watching TV, and walking in to the bathroom whilst Ben was in there continued almost every day. One day about 4 weeks later, after Dad had gone to bed, Ben asked me why I kept flashing my pussy to him. That stunned me for a while as I'd never considered the possibility of talking about what I was doing. As I mentioned earlier, we've always been able to talk about just about anything and I slowly started telling Ben everything. I was dead pleased that Ben appeared to understand. Ben told me that what I was doing was 'exhibitionism', and that he'd done a bit of research on the Internet. He'd found a few sites that contained the experiences of some women like me, and lots of stories that may or may not be true stories.

At this point let me explain about the computer in our house. We only have one, and it's in Ben's room for 2 reasons. Firstly, he needs it most for his schoolwork, and secondly, his room is bigger than mine. We all go into Ben's room to use the PC, which sometimes causes a few problems.

Anyway, we went into Ben's room and Ben showed me what he's found. I nearly came as I read some young woman's journal. I'm not into any of the pain or bondage that she gets into, but the way that she exposes herself is amazing. I got some great ideas from her site.

Ben promised to help me as much as he could, and said that he would always be there for me.

The next few weeks were fantastic. There's a limit to what a 13 year-old girl can do, but I was growing-up fast.

I started 'forgetting' to put on knickers and a bra on most days, even for school. Mum told me that I should wear a bra more often a couple of times, but she has never told me to go and put one on. After a while she asked about the lack of knickers in the washing basket. I told her that I must have forgotten to put them in the basket and would make sure that I did in future. I got round that little problem by putting a pair on each morning, giving myself a wedgie, then taking them off and putting them in the basket.

My Dad caught me not wearing knickers once, well once that he mentioned.

It was one Saturday afternoon when I was going to meet Katie in town. I bent over to get something out of the fridge and when I turned round Dad was blushing. He said, "Amy, I don't really mind what you do and don't wear just so long as you are careful. Lots of boys may not be able to control themselves when they see what you've forgotten to put on. Also, your mother may not be so understanding. Just be careful." I blushed, kissed him on the cheek and said, "Thank you Dad, love you." And went out. On the bus into town I thought that I was very lucky having such an understanding Dad. He'd obviously seen my puss. The thought got me excited.

This last summer in England has been quite reasonable. Dry and sunny for about 3 months now. One Saturday morning in July, Dad was at work and Mum and Ben went out. I wasn't expecting anyone to be back before lunchtime so I decided to sunbathe in the back garden naked. There's only one house that has windows overlooking our garden, and that's owned by an old man that never talks to anyone. We call him misery guts. Anyway, I'd been laying on a sun bed, on my back with my legs open, for about an hour reading. All of a sudden something made me put the book down and look up. Dad was stood at the back door staring right at my puss. I immediately jumped up and ran in saying sorry Dad. He stopped me and told me, "Don't go all shy because I'm here, nude sunbathing doesn't bother me, you do what you want to do. Just be careful that old misery guts doesn't see you. Oh, not sure that you should be doing it when Ben is around. He might get a bit embarrassed."

If only he knew.

I said, "Thanks Dad," but still went in and put some clothes on.

Clothes

As I said, our family doesn't have much money so I don't have lots of clothes. What I have I tend to keep, just in case I find a use for them. As it turns out I am glad that I do. The other important things to note is that my Mum keeps out of Ben and my bedrooms. She leaves us to keep them tidy and clean. About a year ago Mum asked me to help around the house a bit more so I volunteered to do half the washing and ironing. There was an ulterior motive to this in that I can wash some of my clothes that Mum never sees them.

There are 3 items of clothing that I've dug out and re-used. The first is a bikini that I had when I was 12. It's yellow, has tie sides top and bottoms, and the little triangles of the top slide along the cord. It's made of lycra and as a lot of people know, lycra swim suits have a tendency to loose some of the fibres and get very thin and semi see through. Just to make sure that it was as see through as possible I removed the lining. I dug this out ready for when I could escape from Mum and Dad on holiday in Spain. Just for the record I have a 'sensible', well by my standards, tie side bikini that I wear when my parents or friends are around.

The second item is a pair of jeans that I haven't worn for a couple of years. I've turned them into a pair of cut-offs, very short cut-offs. The crotch is only the width of the seam. I love the current fashion of low-risers and to improve these shorts I've cut off the waist band. So low at the front that if the zip opens more than a centimetre you can see the top of my crack. Another special for the holidays.

The third item is an old denim skirt that I wore when I was 12. It's now a low-riser skirt that is only 20 centimetres long. If I do anything other than stand up straight in it, it gets indecent – great, just as planned. Another problem with it is that I've grown a bit since I was 12 and it is so tight on me that the zip will not fasten. That leaves a little 'V' in the front that would show my pubic hair, if I had any.

My favourite skirt in cold weather is a denim mini, with just black tights underneath. I have one pair of black tights that are intact, but all of the other pairs have the crotch carefully cut out. Another advantage of doing my own washing.

Mum and me got talking about my short skirts one day. I was expecting a lecture about modesty and sluts, but I didn't get one. Instead, Mum told me about when she was at school. Apparently the girls in her year had an ongoing competition to see who could wear the shortest skirt without getting told-off by a teacher. I doubt that they would have gone without knickers in those days, and I bet that the knickers were big and thick.

Mum just told me to be careful and not lead the boys on too much. Ha!

Friends

Best friend

My best friend is called Katie. We're in the same class. She knows all about my desire to expose myself, and is cool with it. She doesn't understand why I want to do it, and doesn't want to do anything like that herself. She has helped me flash people a couple of times. Once was in a little dress shop that has a couple of changing rooms with curtains across the entrance that is directly off the main shop. I was trying on dresses that she kept bringing to me. I didn't have any underwear on and was naked each time she opened the curtain to swap dresses. This wasn't a problem (no, exciting), until a man stood nearby waiting for his girlfriend who was in the other changing room. Katie opened the curtain so that she could give me another dress and I saw him looking towards me. I said to Katie, "Be careful or that man might get an eyeful." Katie hung up the next dress, took the one that I was holding and turned an walked away, leaving the curtain wide open. I saw the man's eyes go wide open when he saw me facing him naked. I ignored him and slowly put the dress on. Just as soon as it was on it came off again. I was stood facing him when Katie came back with another dress. She smiled at me and said, "Enjoy that did you?"

"And some, I nearly came." I replied.

The other time Katie helped me flash was at a party a few months ago. It was an end of school year party at the house of one of the girls in my class. Her parents decided to leave us 'kids' to it. Little did they know that we had smuggled some drinks into the house. Anyway, a few people were quite happy by the time that Katie and me got there. One of the girls was falling all over the place, accidentally showing her knickers. That gave Katie an idea. She told me to drink water and tell people it was vodka. She told me to pretend to get drunk then 'pass out'. She told me that she'd take care of the rest.

When I did 'pass out' she laid me flat on my back. Because of the short skirt and no knickers my puss was just showing. It didn't take long for someone to say something, which was when Katie's plan came into action. She said, "Don't worry about it, you know how Amy likes to tease the boys. Tell you what, let's strip her and leave her there for everyone to see." The boys were keen on the idea, but some of the girls took some persuading. The boys were good at that.

One of the boys helped Katie strip me. All the time I was pretending to be out cold, but enjoying every minute. When I was naked, Katie opened my legs just enough for everyone to see everything.

I stayed like that getting wetter and wetter for about an hour until someone said that the adults were coming home. It was fantastic listening to the boys talk about my tits and puss thinking that I couldn't hear. Some of the girl's comments were a bit bitchy but I didn't care. I was in heaven.

Anyway, Katie got one of the girls to help her dress me, then 'woke' me up. I pretended to be very groggy and poorly as Katie and me made our excuses and left.

Wow! After that, Katie will always be my best friend.

Boyfriends

To date I've had 4 boyfriends. None of them have been for more than 2 weeks. I finished with them all. I think I was a bit too full on for them. They seemed to like the idea of me wearing short skirts and no underwear, but as soon as I started to take the lead sexually they either clammed up or ran a mile.

My brother

Ben is my other main friend. Ben hasn't got a girlfriend at the moment either. He's had 3 in the last couple of years, but none of them lasted for more than a couple of weeks. I guess he's getting all he can cope with from me at the moment. Ben's not my lover, he's my fuckbuddy.

Ben and me talk about everything. He's so understanding. We've spent many hours talking about everything that you can think of. He's also helped me with my homework, often with me sat on his lap with him inside me.

Ben sometimes brings 1 or 2 of his friend home. I always tease them by getting ready for bed whilst they are here and flashing lots of skin to them.