Tatiyana announced, as she strode outside where I had been washing my Pet, "I have a wonderful idea. It's a beautiful day, a weekend. Lets go to the beach!" From Karen's cheerful cry I figured out that a unanimous decision was likely; was, in fact, the plan. I even heard Suzy, obviously back from church, holler out her window.
I smiled. "It's a great idea. Lets do it! Get your swimsuits, ladies." I honestly didn't mind. I'd been maneuvered, certainly, but I could just as easily use this as I could more time cooped in the house with three lusty girls waiting their turns, distracting us. I turned to unbind Marie.
"I... Your Pet would have refused, Owner. She wants to complete her training as quickly as possible." She murmured. I kissed her lightly.
"No worries, Pet. Leave your shoes outside and go upstairs and get ready for the beach. Some training is best conducted away from here anyway." Besides, I didn't want to upset the apple cart by forcing close votes from the girls. Eventually someone would notice the unbalance of power, where I could make unilateral decisions that could only be vetoed by all four of them, and no one else could... eventually if I didn't keep them distracted and thinking on things other than The Deal.
Tati waited until Marie was upstairs before turning away with a wink, but no other comment. I had the car, after all, I had something of an ace up my sleeve for this situation, not that I had planned for it, but sometimes life just works out funny that way. Besides, after a week I was enjoying keeping Mr. Winky under wraps, though of course, I knew the Speedo was sadly in the cards once more. Can't win them all.
While the girls were upstairs getting ready I moved the bags to the garage, leaving the jug of litter by the back door. I considered the level of success demonstrated by the simple acceptance of the act of crapping in front of the others without complaint. Last night, when it was just the two of us in the dark she'd fought me as best as she could... today not a peep. Maybe I had truly won her over? We'd see after she went back to school and work tomorrow. That would be the true test, I'd reserve judgment until next weekend, when she was mine for essentially 36 straight hours, being mine Saturday night and both days without undue interruption.
Karen wore something quite a bit more demure than her last swimsuit, but I could see the faint hint of the ball between her ass cheeks, so I didn't have to wonder why. Other than that, they all wore the same suits as before, though I knew at least Marie had a few others, more revealing than the tight, insanely narrow, shorts she wore as bottoms. The top of the shorts actually fell below her hipbones, and the legs, while even, fell exactly even with her mound. Four inches maybe? And not too much wider at the back. I'd dismissed them as demure when compared to, say, Karen's string confection, but with my attention focused on her completely I now saw what an illusion it was.
Tati dangled the banana hammock from one longer finger, so I stripped and dressed, pulling shorts over them for the drive. Marie had taken her time, but she also carried a bag packed with towels and other important beach sundries, and she'd kept the tiny pink collar on. All the girls had a towel but she was the only one with a bag. I had one of my own, actually, but much smaller and less focused on the beach itself.
"No volleyball?" I asked with a sad sigh, I could picture the two on two game with these lovelies.
"There's one in the bag." Marie replied. It was, as I said, a big bag. Of course, she was a sun-worshipping athlete; I should have guessed she'd play.
Marie laughed softly when she realized where we were headed. It took Tati a moment longer and she swore softly under her breath, but not unkindly. The other two were clueless until sometime after I'd parked and we began walking past the fence with 'Clothing Optional' signs. It was a longer drive, out of town and then some, but totally worth it in this case. There was no real control on entry, no fees, no guards; just the fence and signs, just like the fact that the lifeguards were on duty solely to keep people from drowning. Sure, there were rules here, there had to be by law, but enforcement was non-existent by design. I'd been a few times, years ago with my Ex, but we'd never really taken advantage of the place and I'd all but forgotten it until the Russian tried to pull a fast one on me.
I'd heard from a few friends that some 'freaks' liked the place because it was the one place they could fly their flag in broad daylight without being worried of being arrested. I'd never seen it, but some of the things I had seen the last trip out made me think this was utterly true. Not that I intended to push things that hard exactly...
Optional was just that. Plenty of beach-goer's didn't bother, or were there just to watch. There wasn't a place to store your stuff, no real facilities other than some toilets and open air showers, a drinking fountain, that sort of thing. Accordingly, we walked until we found a good spot, the beach not nearly as crowded as the normal ones in town.
Karen doffed her top, which set the others to stripping, with catcalls directed towards me to participate. Marie abstained from the rush, instead going about the simple business of laying out a truly massive towel, big enough for two or more, and valuable protection from the hot sand. Only once that was done, the rest of us nude, but for Karen's stubborn insistence on keeping her bottoms on... hiding her toy I guessed... did she turn to me for permission to strip.
Tati apparently figured that things were, at least momentarily, out of her hands and quickly joined Susan in chasing Karen around, trying to strip off her bottoms. The tiny woman, while faster than her pursuers was hindered by the very reason she refused to take them off.
Marie looked lovely under the sun, wearing only her collar and a smile. She held up some sunscreen and politely insisted on applying it to me, a process that was sinfully decadent and drew a few whistles from passer's by. I returned the favor, though she favored a less protective tanning lotion. I had to admit that I loved the feel of her soft body under my hands, the way she arched to meet my hands, made herself available to my every touch, no matter how innocent or perverse. She provided me a beach pillow and a bottle of ice water, then retrieved the ball.
Susan and Tatiyana had caught Karen and stripped her of her bottoms by this point. Tati already knew all about the butt plug, it was hers after all, but Susan couldn't resist prodding it and commenting about it, until I was certain Karen would tear it out herself just to escape the attention. Luckily for me, Marie's offer of ball provided a key distraction, and butt plug and all the girls paired off, the smaller faster, presumably more skilled team of Marie and Karen against the size and power of Tatiyana's blonde goddess and Susan's Irish rose. I knew that Karen was a liability, distracted, too short to reach the ball most of the time, a handicap for the talented Marie? I knew that Tatiyana, could be good, she had reach and grace, and was fairly athletic thanks to her dancing. That left Suzy as the wildcard... her swaying breasts were hypnotic...to me, but I wasn't playing, and she lacked the speed or grace of the other women... suffering by comparison I suppose, but she was easily the strongest, what my father would have described as a 'good old fashioned corn fed farm girl... built like a brick shithouse ta boot.'. Poetry runs through our veins I guess. She also seemed the most naturally aggressive, at least outside off sexual matters.
