by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 13
Describing how beautiful the ferry ride from Bayshore, Long Island to the barrier reef known as Fire Island is easy, but feeling the sea scented wind blow across the bay under the simmering heat of the summer sun is difficult to put in words, but imagine, if you can, paradise momentarily revealed and there you are, whenever you want it.
Sitting on the open top deck of the ferry was a child’s delight. The vast open blue sky and the soothing body of water that extended out to the Atlantic Ocean was intoxicating. However miserable one’s life may have been at the moment it was dispersed with and forgotten.
Taylor, as well, felt the same as I, and agreed that coming out here was just what was needed. I described to him my beachfront house in detail. He was excited to get everything in order.
My relationship with him, though out of the normal, is quite an antidote to Rodney and his wicked ilk. Taylor is neither lover, boyfriend, nor chum. He is something every woman wants: a relationship that can be ideally platonic, yet, ethereally erotic, sort of like a guardian angel and a teddy bear.
In return, I have given myself to him. My attention, my intimacy, myself, is for him to share. The secret is his total submission, not loss of manhood, but like a viewer in a theater who gives himself up to the show, I am his show, all day, all night, all week, all the time. But this is like describing the ferry ride. Only so much can be described, the rest must be imagined, and all good readers know well how to do that.
My eyes drifted out to the shining body of water. The seagulls hunted the perimeter of the ferry for scraps. Sailboats tilted in the wind, and motor boats that headed out to the ocean or into the bay left streams of whitewashed wakes. I didn’t want this lovely ride to end, and as we heard the noise of the gears shift to slow the ferry, we reached for bags and made sure everything was in order. In a moment the deck hands jumped to the pier and tied the boat. We disembarked with a collective thrill and began our second journey.
There are no cars, just bicycles and your feet to get you around. Taylor and I wheeled our bags off the small pier and onto the wooden path that led to my house. In eight minutes we were there.. While Taylor was busy putting things away and getting me something to change into, I made us cool drinks and put them on the kitchen counter.
In a moment he returned with quite a risqué little thing. I teased, “Taylor, you’re going to get me in trouble with all the boys.” He knew I only wore panties on the beach, and no top. He picked out a lovely black lacy satin panty that tied at the hips into a bow. It was terribly skimpy and barely covered my newly trimmed bush, but he insisted it was a small price to pay if I wanted to show off my hot swivel. (He knew I liked to look and feel sexy.)
Taylor took my clothing as I undressed. I slipped into my little thing and he immediately sent me off to the beach so he could straighten out the house. I wanted to stay and help, but he wouldn’t let me.
I trotted out from my deck to the beach and hopped and skipped across the scorching sand. It was so wonderful. I love to be naked, or close to it. It makes me feel so free and unburdened. And since a lot of girls are topless on our beach I didn’t mind that my nice tits sloped out and swayed while I walked.
No longer was I ashamed of them on my lean frame, but my memory of them from youth, discussed previously in this diary, was always there to taunt me, if I let it. Nevertheless, there wasn’t a thing that could bother me now as I pranced through the surf like a pony and kicked up the water. It was so much fun to be alive.
I noticed Marge’s two boys building a sand castle up ahead. Ryan was almost eight and Ned was five. Marge waved to me from a her large cluttered lounge chair surrounded by all the kid’s beach toys. She was so motherly that I teased her that she had forgotten what it was like to be free and single. She always answered. ” I’m free and double.” Little Ned ran up to me and shook my hand like a man and laughed then ran toward his mother who was holding an apple juice for him.
I asked Ryan if he needed any help. He handed me a yellow plastic bucket and showed me where to pile the sand. We always had fun. He was very serious– the master builder. We got full of sand and bright as copper.
He curiously looked at me several times, intrigued with my panty bows. I told him it was a new style. He said, “I know they don’t make that for boys.” I laughed and tossed some sand on him. He did the same and we had a little sand fight. Marge called for us. I picked him up and carried him upside down. We laughed and giggled as I took him to his mother.
Marge offered me an apple juice and the boys dove their sandy little hands into her cooler bag and grabbed cheese strips and grapes. She waved to someone off in the surf, ” We have a new neighbor over in the house next to mine. She did us a favor and baby sat for the boys the other night.”
The new neighbor was lean and tall with golden blond hair cut to her chin, page-boy style. She had clear blue eyes and a modest smile, but I had a feeling it could turn down and get pretty gritty, if need be.
She wore a smart two piece bathing suit. I thought a bit too modest for someone with her goods. She certainly had no bad parts to hide. Her face was soft and intelligent, thoughtful almost to a fault. I had a feeling that her brains healthily competed with her beauty. I also had a feeling that she swung between being sexy and being reserved, some days one winning over the over. She headed our way.
Marge introduced Alexa. She studied me for a second, “Very lovely,” a complement on being so daring with my sexy ‘swim’ suit. Ned and Ryan, already back at the surf, were hollering. They held up a dead sea-ray for their mother to see. Marge told them to put it down, but the boys ignored her and ran all over the beach with it.
We politely chatted for a while, but the boys called for Alexa and like a loving nanny she dutifully went and admired their sea trophy. Then they came running back with the dead sea-ray and proudly presented it to their mother. They had an idea to nail it on the wall of their bedroom.
Their recommendation was flatly rejected. They pleaded with Alexa to corroborate on their behalf. Alexa wisely escaped litigation and said that she had to return to her house to make some calls, and left. The boys put up a strong defense until Marge told them to throw it back in the ocean where it belonged, or else. In defiance, they marched back to the surf to show their trophy to the other children. I went after them with a piece that fell off.
When I returned Marge said, ” I guess you’ve been going to the Hamptons lately. We’ve had some new neighbors move in this season while you’ve been away.”
“You mean Alexa?”
“She, for one, probably the most interesting of them.”
I asked, “In what way…..?”
There was not doubt in my mind that she was the one that Daniel spoke to me about. There’s an element of New Yorkers with certain lifestyles that tends to travel and congregate in similar milieus. I surely wasn’t going to let Marge on that I knew whom Alexa was.
I had no doubt it was she, especially the way she sized me up physically. I could tell she approved of my sloping hot tits and my pretty nipples, they way they shamelessly firmed up, but that’s the price you pay for going topless, and I really don’t care who looks. It was their problem if I liked to expose my good tits.
Then she focused on my tight bottom when I went after the boys with a piece of the sea-ray. I knew she wasn’t gay, but I knew she appreciated a woman’s body in more ways than one. I was being rated and knew it. I was dying to put her on the spot and ask her how I stood with her. When the right moment came along, I would.
I admit, she succeeded in making me self-conscious, if that was her goal. I had a strange feeling she was gauging whether or not I might be good enough to be one of her girls. On the one hand I wanted to be considered hot enough to be one of them; on the other, the thought of what that meant was plainly discomforting.
Marge continued, ” Well…she’s interesting…like you.”
” How so?”
” She has a mind of her own.”
” In what way?”
Marge said, ” She runs a travel business for the jet set, your crowd.”
“I haven’t been on a jet in months.”
“Caroline, I haven’t been on one in years, not that we can’t afford it. I have a funny feeling, and it’s only a feeling, that her travel business is something else.”
“Why is that?”
She said, “I don’t know, just a feeling. It’s hard to pin down. She seems to avoid the subject.”
“Maybe you’re just being too nosey.”
She playfully slapped my wrist..
I noticed Alexa slip through the sliding door of her deck. She had changed into a lovely Chinese silk robe that was securely closed — no one was going to catch a glimpse of her. Her glistening wet hair was combed straight back. She leaned over the deck railing and adjusted her phone. She was elegant and statuesque. She certainly had the poise that overcomes one with admiration. I was sure the girls loved working with her. I think any girl would. I imagined that she was talking to one of them at that moment – – a problem with a ‘customer’, maybe.
A wild thought came over me and I tried to avoid it, but I just couldn’t. I wondered what I would do if I had a ‘customer’ who was unruly, drunk, or had a bad attitude. I somehow felt the first thing I would do would be to immediately speak with Alexa, or call her if she weren’t there, but then it could have just been the plumber on the other end of the line. I was tantalized either way.
Silly thoughts cluttered my head. How did the business of whoring work? Who did the negotiating? How did the clients pick the girls? How did a prostitute fuck? Did Alexa take men as well? How much did she charge for the privilege? How did she fuck them? How did they fuck her?
They probably begged to sleep with her. The more men she refused the more desirable she became, but I knew that she would never work the bed. I was sure she liked her little business more than sex. I knew I liked sex more than her little business.
Marge woke me up from my thoughts, ” Here they come. They’re the two dirtiest little boys I know.”
“Marge, they’re boys and they’re having fun.”
“Will you give them a bath?”
I laughed, ” Again?”
” I have to pick up Neil at the pier. His ferry is do in fifteen minutes. Anyway, they have more fun with you than I.”
I knew what she meant. My trick was to fill their water guns with bubble bath and let them squirt themselves clean.
I asked, ” Does she have a boyfriend?”
“Who?”
“Alexa?”
Marge said, ” She said that she’s overcoming a relationship, and prefers to be alone this summer, but she’s never alone. People are always inviting her over. It seems a party is not complete unless she honors them with her presence. I’ve always admired women who can do that. If I don’t show up at party, I’m sure every one celebrates.”
“You’re being a bit hard on yourself.”
Marge said, ” Not at all. I’ve been miserable as of late. What I need is a good spanking to straighten me out. I’m not as sexy as I used to be. I’ve gone to pot, just look.”
I laughed, ” Well, I can arrange that for you.”
She lifted her sunglasses and stared at me, ” I was only kidding.”
I teased, ” I know. Otherwise I wouldn’t have said it.”
She asked, “How ugly am I, really? I look in the mirror and just hate myself. You’re so lovely and sexy. All the men want to fuck you. I’m terribly jealous. “
I said, ” No, you don’t hate yourself. You just miss playing the field, so you blame it on your looks. You traded all that for a family, remember?”
She said, ” I want to be desired, stared at like you. Instead, I’m running after my boys all day and I never get a moment to make myself pretty. I’m disgusted with myself. I need a good spanking, that’s what I need.”
I said, ” I can arrange that.”
She looked at me, “You’re kidding, aren’t you?”
“No, I’m not.”
She slipped off her sunglasses, “You don’t really mean it…do you?”
Alexa waved in our direction and invited us up for some cocktails. We accepted her invitation with pleasure. Marge said she’d be there as soon as she picked up her husband.
“Carrie, you’re not answering my question.”
“Marge, you’re not letting me.”
” You know, I was only teasing about getting spanked.
I said, ” Of course, we’re both teasing.”
She said, ” Not that I’m against it. I mean, I’m not a prude. Times have changed. My lesbian friends are all out of the closet. People talk about their little S&M games and role playing. It’s not wrong anymore to fantasize, if you know what I mean.”
“Marge, I never said that it was wrong.”
She said, ” I don’t even think prostitution is wrong, unless it’s those miserable pimps. I mean it has to be high class, though I do think men should stay home with their wives.”
I agreed, “Of course.”
Marge asked, “Do you know of any girls who, you know, get spanked?”
” Do you want to talk about it seriously?”
She said, ” Do you?”
“Yes.”
“Then tell me.”
” I’m one of them.”
Marge was absolutely surprised. She pinned her eyes on me, ” I know you’re playing games with me.” I said, ” I know you’re not.”
She leaned into me and lowered her voice. “Caroline, you mustn’t tell anyone if we talk about it.” I said, ” We already are talking about it.” She asked, ” Please, be honest. Don’t even play with me. Do you really get spanked?” I said, ” Most certainly, I need to have my panties taken down.”
She said, ” I never imagined that you, you of all girls…”
” Why not?”
She said, “Well it’s always some other girl when you find out.” I said, ” That might be the case sometimes.”
” If you don’t mind my asking, how long has this been going on?”
I decided to be serious with her, ” Well, let’s see. I was spanked for the first time several months ago, of course totally against my will. I was in a situation where I had to allow myself to be spanked. I didn’t want to, but neither could I change my situation. So I agreed to fully submit to my spanking, though it was against my will.”
She asked, ” Really? My God. On your bottom?”
“Of course.”
She then asked, “Is that man who works for you the one who does it?” I said, “Of course not.”
” Is he out here, right now, the one who does it?”
” No, though I sometimes wish he were…Like you I could use one right now.” I could see her blush. She couldn’t hide the truth.
“Right now?” I nodded my head in agreement. She stared at me in wonder then asked, “May I watch?”
I said, “Absolutely not, but if you’d like I’ll arrange it so you can have your panties taken down too.”
She looked away and bit her lip, ” Would you?” “Of course, Marge.”
Carrie, if you don’t mind my asking, say you felt you needed a spanking while you’re out here. What would you do?”
I said, ” Like you, I’ll just have to think about it.”
Marge asked, “Will he tell if I let him take my panties down?”
I said, ” It’s always a risk that someone might when you have your panties taken down, but it’s even worse denying yourself. And it’s obvious you’ve been doing that too long.”
Marge eked out a smiled. I got up to get the boys for their bath and she gathered her stuff. As I walked away she said, ” You have such a lovely bottom.” I laughed, “So will you.”