Page 24 of Eloise's Daddies
It’s kinky and hot, and every day I’m growing more and more curious to find out how good it will feel to have both of them inside me. I know they will do so by the end of the week. They have two goals in mind: preparing me and building the anticipation.
I love the zoo and the amusement park. I’ve had the most fun ever riding rides and seeing animals. Since I’ve never been to any zoo or amusement park, every day is exciting.
Today we’re going to the water park. I have more trepidation about this adventure. I can’t wait to go down the slides and float around in the lazy river my Daddies have told me about, but I still have anxiety about doing all of this topless.
It was one thing to sit at the beach without a shirt or swimsuit on, but at least I could go into my head, tune everyone else out around me, and focus on playing with my buckets and shovels in the sand.
The water park will be crowded. I’ll have to stand in lines with other Littles. There won’t be any way to avoid seeing their boobs and having them see mine up close and personal.
I wish I had bigger boobies like lots of other girls. Mine are embarrassingly small. In vanilla society, I can wear a pushup bra and make myself look more well-endowed. But I haven’t lived or visited vanilla society in a long time. I probably wouldn’t even like the feel of a bra strapped around me. I’ve grown used to the straps of a harness nowadays.
In fact, I’ve grown to enjoy the feel of the harness. I look forward to wearing it every day at the parks. I much prefer to walk on my own feet with my Daddies keeping me close using a leash than getting in and out of a stroller all day.
My usual comfort settles around me like a warm blanket as Papa puts my harness on, cinches it tight, and snaps the leash to my lower back. I’m still wearing a T-shirt under the harness as we enter the water park.
My breath hitches as usual, and Daddy squats in front of me next to the golf cart with a teasing grin on his face. He hooks his fingers under the straps across my chest and tugs me forward so our lips are an inch apart. His knuckles graze my nipples.
He kisses me. Not a quick peck but a long deep satisfying kiss that leaves my knees weak and my pussy pulsing. The plug in my bottom doesn’t help. When he breaks the kiss, he sets his forehead against mine. “You’re worried about the water park, aren’t you, Baby girl?”
I bite my lip. “Everyone is going to see my boobies,” I murmur in my Littlest voice.
“Yep. And you’re going to get used to it super fast. It’s just like the beach. No one cares about your pretty little titties, Baby girl.”
I shudder when he uses that word. Wetness floods my diaper. My nipples are tight hard buds, growing harder because Daddy is still touching them. “Okay, Daddy,” I murmur, but I’m not convinced.
The entrance is crowded, which isn’t surprising. All the park entrances are crowded. It’s not until we find a pair of lounge chairs near the entrance to the lazy river that I let myself glance left and right.
Littles in all shapes, colors, and sizes are being stripped naked by their caregivers. I take a deep breath as my own Daddies sit facing each other sideways on two lounge chairs.
I’m sandwiched between them. Without a word, Daddy pulls my shirt over my head while Papa removes my diaper and my sandals. It’s a struggle to avoid covering myself.
They both squeeze a significant amount of sunscreen on their palms and begin rubbing it into my skin. All over my entire body. I have to set a hand on each of their shoulders to steady myself while Daddy spends far more time than necessary rubbing my boobies and Papa nudges my feet apart to get my inner thighs.
The only part of me not slathered in sunscreen is my actual pussy. I won’t need any there under my swim diaper, plus it would probably burn my sensitive skin.
Daddy turns me to face him, slides his hands up to my chest, and flicks my nipples rapidly until I’m whimpering. I know better than to tell him to stop.
With his thumbs still pressing against my nipples, he holds me close and looks me in the eyes. “Without looking tell me about the titties on the Little girl to our left.”
I swallow and try to think. “I don’t know, Daddy,” I admit.
“What about the Little girl behind me?”
I shake my head. “I didn’t look.”
“Do you care how big or small anyone else’s titties are, Eloise?”
“No, Sir,” I whisper.
“Do you judge other Little girls by the size or shape of their titties?”
I shudder. “No, Sir.”
“Do you think maybe you should give them the benefit of the doubt and assume they aren’t paying attention to yours either?” Daddy lifts a brow.
I give a slight nod. He’s right. I grasp that intellectually, but I’m still embarrassed. And more importantly, I’m so very horny standing here naked and aroused with the biggest anal plug in the set lodged in my bottom for everyone to see.
“Would it help if you leaned over my lap and let Papa spank your bottom hard before we put your swim diaper on? I bet your tush would burn where the elastic of the diaper touches your skin. It might give you something to focus on instead of your titties.”
