by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 42
The following morning, while I was getting dressed, Thisley commented that my bikini panty was getting a bit snug. It seemed to bunch up at the waistband right under my ripe tummy. In fact, it looked as if someone had sneaked up and naughtily bunched it down. “It barely covers your bottom, madam.”
I rolled my panty up and it stayed for the moment. “You seem to forget, I’m pregnant.”
Thisley said, “Yes madam, it seems I do, ” and went about his business. I didn’t want to be that curt with him, but then I had to maintain a certain distance. It has been a week since the Robertson affair, and though we were more or less back to normal, I was still annoyed, though the real reason is that I haven’t been spanked once. He was going to have to wait as well.
I stood there naked in my panties impatiently waiting for Thisely to return with my morning outfit. Sometimes he seems to get lost in all my closets. I went over to my A closets and as I passed the window facing the building between Park and Fifth I caught a glimpse of Kendall Wentworth walking by, stark naked, what had to be her bedroom window. Kendall, I had met in William Sonoma’s on 86th and Madison. We’re two pregnant women who sort of bumped into each other. She’s of firm social standing and all I had to do was mention her name and my ‘crew’ told me all about her.
Kendall is a terrific connoisseur of everything that you can imagine. Her husband, Preston, is a successful surgeon. She happens to excel at tennis and is the park champ. She’s also having her Nantucket home featured in Architectural Digest next month. I had mentioned to her that I too go to Central Park quite often, but of course all I do is rollerblade. Rollerblading is something that a woman of her talents wouldn’t waste her time doing, but she knew whom I was, had heard all about me, and of course maintained the proper respect required. So, I was surprised to find out that she had lived across the street all this time, but in Manhattan, well, across the street is like being on Mars.
I called for Thisley, but he didn’t respond. I assumed he went to the bathroom, or to answer the front door. So, I drifted back to the window facing the Wentworth apartment trying to get a glimpse of what it looked like. Kendall and I had promised to meet for lunch, but we weren’t yet on terms for visiting each other’s homes.
Then I caught her going by the other way, still naked, but with a big smile across her fine face. I couldn’t help being impressed with her. She’s about five-seven, has great breasts and good legs. She’s a natural blonde, but more important she radiates a clean wholesome look that is absolutely irresistible. She has a look many woman tried to create, most with plastic surgery, but Kendall is a pure thoroughbred, inimitable and radiant. For a rare moment, I was jealous. Even beautiful girls like me can get jealous.
Then I saw Kendall flop on her unmade bed. She was vivaciously laughing, having a wonderful time. I envied her. I was suddenly bored with married life. I thought I had it all, but all it takes is to see something that you don’t have and it’s all over. I now wanted to meet her husband, and fantasized that I too could be part of that special magic that was going on across the street.
Kendall was so splendidly plump. Her pregnancy seemed more erotic than some soberly maternal affair. I loved the way she rolled back and forth in her bed in delightful laughter. Just what could it be that made her the one to laugh and me the one to have to watch. And then I found out. There he was. That son of a bitch. The man I knew, the one from the park, fell on her bed. I couldn’t even say his name. I could only feel the emptiness of a woman who had been passed over. I watched him comb his fingers through her sweet blonde hair. Her face went soft as his big hands pushed her thighs back. He lifted himself just enough, and as he slipped his black cock into her she threw her head back and dropped her chin. I swear I heard her moan.
Thisley appeared with my outfit, “Madam , you’re going be late for lunch with Miss Wentworth.” Little did he know….
