Lucy is close to my size. Petite. Small breasts. Her skin isn’t as pale as mine. Her dirty-blond hair is in two braids like mine. She looks so young. I know I do, too.
As I watch her, mesmerized by her movements and her facial expressions, I begin to grasp what she was telling me. It’s freeing living as a little. I can see how it would be liberating. I’m not sure I could commit to something like this forever, but I’m starting to understand why someone would.
“Sabine?”
I jerk my attention to Master Kellen. He’s waving me closer. “You just going to stand there, baby girl? Or did you want to swim?” His voice is light. Teasing.
As I inch toward him, I see he has a pink one-piece suit on top of a pastel rainbow-colored beach towel. I realize I’m expected to get naked on the patio just like Lucy.
“Come on, Sabine,” Lucy calls from a few feet away. “What’s taking you so long?” Her voice is high-pitched with excitement, and she watches me while Master Roman spreads sunscreen on her arms. He’s smiling indulgently at her and glancing at me.
Master Kellen reaches out for my hand and pulls me between his legs. His palms cup my face as he tips my head back and meets my gaze. “You okay, little one?”
“Yes, Sir,” I fib. I’m nervous. No. It’s more than that. I’m confused about my sanity because I’m aroused by watching Lucy while knowing I’m about to stand naked on this patio just like her. The thought of Master Roman and Lucy seeing me completely naked in front of them makes my pussy leak. My panties are wet. My nipples are stiff. I want this. I want them to watch Master Kellen undress me. What is wrong with me? How could I possibly be titillated by the idea of strangers seeing me naked?
I remind myself that they’re not strangers really. I’ve met them several times. Lucy’s my friend. Women change together all the time. This should be no different.
Except women don’t change in front of the men they are sleeping with. They don’t change in front of their girlfriend’s man. And they certainly don’t stand still while someone else undresses them and helps them into other clothes.
“Do you not want to swim?” Master Kellen asks me.
“I do. I want to swim, Sir.” My voice squeaks. Will Master Roman and Lucy see how aroused I am when my clothes are off?
Master Kellen sets me back a few inches. “Why don’t you sit on the ground and take your shoes off, baby girl?”
I drop to my bottom, not bothering to worry that I’m on my panties, and pull off my shoes and socks. When I stand, Master Kellen reaches for the hem of my jumper and pulls it over my head. He unbuttons my blouse next and then lowers it down my arms.
I’m shaking. My nipples are hard points. They grow even harder when Master Kellen slides his hands up my sides and flicks his thumbs over the tips.
I gasp, a whimper escaping my lips. I’m so aroused that my heart is beating in my ears. I almost don’t care if he makes me come right here in front of our guests.
I glance fleetingly at Lucy and Master Roman while Master Kellen bends down to lower my panties down my legs. Lucy is watching me. Master Roman is too. More wetness leaks between my legs.
When Master Kellen slides his hands up my thighs, his thumbs too close to my naked, bare pussy, I flinch.
He lifts my chin. “No reason to be embarrassed. Lots of little girls like to be exposed.”
I flush a deep shade of red that runs down my chest. Is he right? Do I like to be seen naked?
I glance at the swimsuit, hoping he will put it on me quickly before I start moaning or something equally humiliating. Instead, he pushes the swimsuit out of reach and grabs a bottle of sunscreen.
I draw in a breath and hold it as he opens the top and pours some into his palm. He’s not going to put my suit on first. He’s going to put the lotion on my body while I stand here naked.
I squeeze my thighs together. I’m two seconds from covering my breasts just to hide my traitorous nipples. My breasts are small, but my nipples currently look like they belong to someone else.
Master Kellen rubs his hands together and then sets them on my shoulders and works the sunscreen into my skin, starting with my neck and biceps and then moving to my face.
I close my eyes as he carefully applies the lotion to my cheeks and nose and forehead.
He fills his palms again and then moves to my hands and forearms before smoothing the lotion into my upper chest. It’s completely unnecessary for him to cover my breasts, but he does anyway, his fingers gliding over my globes and working my nipples until I rise up on my tiptoes and lean into him.
Master Kellen acts like nothing is out of the ordinary as he turns me around and takes care of my upper back and then the backs of my legs and even my bottom. He works down my legs and then has me face him again to run back up the fronts.
I bite my bottom lip as he does my thighs, holding back a moan when he flicks his fingers over my swollen pussy. “There,” he declares, as if he hasn’t just rendered me completely speechless with arousal.
Finally, he grabs my suit and helps me step into it. He pulls it up my body and settles it on my shoulders. It’s mostly the pink I saw already, but the front has little white clouds on it and there is a ruffle at the top that blows in the breeze.
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