I pulled the zipper down just as some people came down the slope, but I don’t think they really saw anything. Roux looked at me. I wasn’t sure if he was impatient or he just thought I wasn’t cool. He was right about relaxing, I mean so many girls wear just about nothing and sun bathe in the park but then maybe they were relaxing more than sunbathing. I began to think about that and said, “Maybe you’re right, maybe I am a tad uptight.” I pulled the zipper all the way down..
Roux didn’t even look. He was busy fixing my handbag. So I wiggled out of my skirt, hesitant still, and I kept an eye on who might be looking or coming down the slope. I lifted up my bottom, not too much, I didn’t want to give anything away, and I slipped off my skirt. I put it to my side nice and neat. A couple of guys and a girl came down the slope. They made me out and stared. Roux turned to them and they looked away.
I did feel better and the nice cool breeze over my body really was nice. Roux relit the joint. I looked around then took it. The girl was still down the slope, but she was harder to see now. It had gotten darker. Roux and I, we both looked up at the full moon. It lit up the park. I leaned over and passed him the joint. But I knew I wasn’t done.
I crossed my arms and slipped off my sweater and put it nicely next to my skirt so I would be able to find it later. I was wearing a low white cut lace bra. I don’t have fat breasts. They slope and swell out and up, and they fit my body perfectly without making me look top heavy as if I had surgery. I know I’m blessed, very blessed. He leaned on one arm. He smiled, “How you feel now?”
“Nice.” “Relaxed?” “Yeah, cool.” We sat there quietly. Somehow I felt I wasn’t done, maybe it was the way he was looking at me or the way I though he might look at me. So I reached over and undid one garter. The taut strap coiled back then became limp. I undid the other.
I lifted up my bottom and slipped off my panty waist, ran it down my thighs and bent my legs up to slip it off my ankles. I held it up then put it on my pile of clothing. “That’s nice they way it holds your stockings. May I see?” I handed him my panty waist and said, “I even wear it with jeans. That’s what’s great about panty waists.”
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 132, by Carrie
Diary of a Rich Girl to be continued…
