Page 10 of Eloise's Daddies
Except as we approach the beach, I remember my next hurdle. Public nudity.
I’m so excited to touch real beach sand for the first time in my life that I can almost block out the fact that I know as soon as we’re situated, I’m going to be stripped naked.
As soon as Papa sets me on my feet, I start waddling toward the water. “Can I go touch it, Papa? Please?”
“Slow down, sweet girl. Let’s find an umbrella, get you changed, and get sunscreen on you before you get burned.”
I’m anxious though, so I bounce around on my feet, staring at the water, willing my Daddies to hurry up.
They don’t take long to choose a spot, drop a blanket under the umbrella, and set our bags down.
I try not to look at the other people, hoping they aren’t staring at me either, but it’s hard not to panic as Daddy pulls my shirt off and Papa removes my diaper. I’m standing on the blanket totally naked in front of them as they tag team me to put lotion all over my skin, paying special attention to my boobies until I’m squirming and batting at their hands. “Stop it, silly Daddy.”
He chuckles and tweaks my nipples before holding up a swim diaper. “Hold my shoulders and step in, Baby girl.”
I do as I’m told, anxious to finally have something at least covering my bottom and pussy. Finally they’re done fussing. “Can I go now?” I step off the blanket, my gaze fixed on the soft waves.
“You’ll stay with us at all times, sweet girl,” Papa says sternly. “If you don’t mind us, you won’t be permitted to go near the water, understood?”
I look up at him. “Yes, Sir. Please can I go touch it?”
They each take a hand and lead me to the water.
Daddy points. “See those waves. They’re stronger than you might think. They could pull you under if you’re not careful. Stay right by us at all times.”
“Yes, Sir,” I agree. I don’t want to get knocked over by a wave either.
I still haven’t glanced left or right at the other beach goers. I’m freaked out by my naked chest. It’s so weird. How do the Littles who live here get used to it?
The minute my toes sink into the sand at the edge of the water, I squeal with excitement. The best part about being Little, especially in a safe environment where no one will judge me, is being free to express myself without hesitation. My adult Eloise would not squeal at the beach. But she’s not here this week. It’s just my Little, and she’s so excited she could burst.
“It’s warm.” I’m grinning from ear to ear as I glance up at my Daddies. “I thought the water would be cold.”
Papa smiles. “Not here. This beach is warm year-round. Does the water feel good on your tootsies?”
I nod. “Can we go deeper?”
They step forward slowly, each of them holding one of my hands. They both know I’m not a very good swimmer. I do okay in the pool at Rawhide Ranch, but I don’t know any strokes. I just dog paddle.
I giggle as a wave comes and slaps at my ankles, and I jump up when the next one creeps up my thighs.
Daddy and Papa have a firm grip on my hands. They aren’t going to let anything happen to me. And they both look happier than I’ve ever seen them every time I glance at them. They’re enjoying my excitement.
“Do you want to go deeper?” Daddy asks.
“Yes!” I take another step and then another. My Daddies keep up with me on both sides. The water gets higher and higher. The first time some of it splashes my face and gets in my mouth, I spit it out. “Bleh. It’s so salty.”
“Yep. The ocean is very salty. That salt will make it so you’re buoyant. You can float easily in salt water. It’s hard to sink,” Papa informs me.
This is the most fun I’ve ever had in my life. It’s so beautiful. The sand feels amazing under my feet. I used to sit in the sandbox at Rawhide Ranch, take off my shoes, and dig my toes into the sand, pretending I was at the beach. In fact, I had snuck out of the dorm late at night one time to do just that when Rhodes—now my Daddy—found me breaking curfew.
This sand is better. It’s warm and smooth. And the water is amazing. I love it so much. I don’t think I’ll ever stop smiling. “I wish we could stay here forever,” I murmur.
“Vacations tend to do that to people,” Papa agreed. “This is definitely a beautiful place, sweet girl.”
I suddenly have an idea. “Can we build a sandcastle?” I start jumping up and down, the action reminding me my boobies are exposed. Their bounce makes me self-conscious.
“In a few minutes, Baby girl,” Daddy says as he lures me deeper into the ocean.
