Chapter 1

Hi, my name is Georgia and I am about to tell you about the fun that I had on my gap year. But before that it would make sense for me to tell you a bit about myself.

You see, I’m stinking rich, well daddy is, and it will all be mine when he pops his clogs. Mummy died when I was 12 and I have no brothers or sisters. Her death hit us both hard and I don’t think that I’ve properly recovered. My doctor says that the traumatic experience must have upset my growth hormones or something because I haven’t grown even 1 centimeter since then.

I was a skinny little girl then, only 150 cm tall with little AA cup breasts and light brown hair; and here I am 6 years later and still the same measurements.

As I got older I used to get annoyed with myself for not growing but I’ve come to like the way I am. I’ve found some real advantages for being the size I am.

A few months after the funeral daddy shipped me off to a girl’s only boarding school where I’ve been for most of the time since then. I’m taking a ‘gap’ year before deciding if I want to go to university or go straight into daddy’s business.

That thought frightens me a bit because daddy’s runs some sort of business empire that rakes in a fortune, but sadly, takes up a lot of daddy’s time.

Every summer daddy takes me to his boat, sorry yacht, somewhere in the Mediterranean for a few days and this summer is going to be the same. I said a ‘few’ days because that is what it has always turned out to be. We always had to fly back early because of a ‘crisis’ at daddy’s work.

This year was going to be different in more ways than one.

You see, daddy has agreed to let me stay on the yacht after he has to go back to England; and I’ve discovered that I am an exhibitionist, and I love it.

About 6 months ago I was in town one Saturday with some of my school friends and we were in a shop trying on some clothes. Charlotte, one of my BFFs, is a bit of a joker and she pushed me out of the changing cubicle when I had nothing on.

When I managed to get my wits about me I saw 2 men who were obviously waiting for their partners, and they were staring at the naked me.

I froze for a few seconds then moved my hands to cover my little tits and nearly bald pussy. Turning back to the cubicle I called Charlotte a few choice names as I tried to get back in.

Unfortunately, Charlotte was holding the door closed and I stood there trying to push my way it with my little bare butt on display for the men.

The verbal abuse continued when I finally got into the cubicle and when I’d calmed down and we were both laughing about it, Charlotte said,

“I don’t know what you were worried about; those men probably thought that you were just a little pre-teen girl.’

For a couple of seconds that comment hurt me, but I quickly realised that she was right. As I reached for my bra Charlotte continued,

“Besides, by the look of your nipples you enjoyed it.”

I looked down, saw, then felt that they were both rock hard and bigger than I’d ever seen them; and they were tingling.

I must have been stood there, looking at my nipples, for ages before Charlotte said,

“You did enjoy that didn’t you?”

“Yeah, kinda, it was cool.”

“Wow; I’ll have to push you out there every time that we come here.”

“Yeah.” I quietly said as I thought about what had happened.

I thought about that experience many, many times over the next week; and discussed it with Charlotte. We came to the conclusion that I was some sort of exhibitionist and she promised to help me have some fun.

We went back to that shop, and quite a few others, and I got pushed out of the changing cubicles without any clothes on many occasions.

When daddy told me that we were going to the yacht again that summer I started planning my wardrobe and by the time school had finished for good and I got home, there were a couple of dozen packages of skimpy clothes waiting for me. I was determined to explore my discovery and have lots of fun.

Some of that fun was to explore one thing that Charlotte had said to me,

“With a body like yours Georgia, you’ll be able to manipulate any man that you want; unless he’s gay that is.”

I’d already thought about that a bit, and noticed the way men look at young girls and usually are very helpful towards them; and what Charlotte had said made more sense the more I thought about it.

I’d thought about it a few times when I was alone at school, but on the journey home I got really excited when I decided that that day was the first day of my new life. Gone was the boring uniformed school girl and as soon as I got out of that uniform I was going to be a liberated girl.

I got my new life of to a gentle start by going to the toilet on the train and taking my bra and knickers off. The knickers looked like I’d blown my nose in them and my pussy was tingling something rotten. I left the underwear in the trash bin.

F.Y.I. I was on the train because I managed to escape from school a couple of days early and I wanted to surprise daddy. Okay, it was a 3 hour journey but I was just glad to have escaped.

During the rest of the journey I made a few resolutions of things that I was going to change. Loose or tight tops, very short skirts, no underwear and never crossing my legs were just some of the ones that I came up with during the journey but I was sure that I’d think of more in the next few days.

As I thought about those, I rubbed my thighs together hoping to make myself cum but I wasn’t successful. I thought back to one night a few weeks back when 6 of us girls had sat in a circle on the floor in or dorm room, all totally naked and each with their right hand on the next girl in the circles pussy. We’d had this crazy competition to see who could go the longest without the girl on our left making us cum. I guess that I liked the situation too much because I orgasmed first.

In the taxi from the train station I felt naughty, but nice, and I wondered if the taxi driver could tell that I had no underwear on.

Some of the packages that were waiting for me contained micro skirts and dresses. I was determined that I would never again wear skirts like we had to at school; from then on I would never wear a skirt that was longer than mid-thigh.

Daddy wasn’t home when I arrived and I quickly opened the packages and decided what I was going to wear that evening; just a skater type summer dress with nothing underneath. I was also determined that the new me would never wear a harness and knickers again.

Stripping naked, I tried all my new clothes on, looking in the mirrors with a big smile on my face. I liked everything that I saw.

Then I made a list of all the other things that I wanted to buy then went online and got looking.

I was still naked and busy online shopping when I heard daddy’s car crunching down the gravel drive. I slipped the dress on and ran downstairs.

I must admit that I felt a little strange running downstairs to greet daddy just wearing that dress; strange, but excited.

“Georgia! I thought that you weren’t finished until the day after tomorrow.”

Daddy said as I ran and jumped up onto him, wrapping my legs around his waist.

After a big hug, during which I discovered just how much my tits can feel when they are just covered with such a thin cotton dress. Daddy lowered me down, my dress fell back into its intended place, and daddy took a step back to look at me. For a split second I was embarrassed until I thought,

“No Georgia, this is the new me; if he doesn’t like it that’s just too bad.”

“You look fabulous Georgia; so grown up.”

“I am 18 now daddy.”

“Yes I know; and you’re a beautiful young woman. It’s a big shame that your mother can’t see you right now.”

“Yes, I know daddy.”

“How did you get here Georgia?”

“The train, I’m a big girl now daddy, I can arrange things for myself.”

“So I see; I must remember to cancel the driver that was going to pick you up Georgia.”

“He can still go daddy; I left my luggage there so he can bring that back.”

“Fair enough, I wondered how you’d have managed to bring all those suitcases with you on the train.”

I helped daddy get the evening meal ready whilst we talked about all sorts of things. It was only when we sat at the dinner table, and my bare butt came into contact with the leather seat, that I remembered that I had no underwear on. I looked down at my chest and could see 2 little bulges made by my nipples, both surrounded by dark circles made by my darker areolas. I felt a little excited and wondered if daddy had noticed them.

After clearing up daddy poured us glasses of wine and we went and sat and continued talking. In keeping with my new life’s resolutions I sat without crossing my legs and I’m sure that daddy would have been able to look up my short skirt and see my pussy, if he’d looked, which I don’t think that he did.

When I went to bed I started to get a nightie out of a drawer but as soon as my hand touched it I pulled back and made another resolution, sleep naked every night.

It was light and the sun was streaming through my window when I woke up. I knew that daddy would have gone to work hours ago so I didn’t bother to put any clothes on when I went downstairs. It felt strange, but nice as I walked around downstairs. I opened the back door and walked outside. It felt wonderful feeling the sun on my totally naked body. I was so happy that I nearly skipped around the garden.

Suddenly I heard a voice, a woman’s voice. I froze for a second then slowly turned around to see who it was, moving my arms to cover my pussy and tits as I did so.

“I’m guessing that this is your first time outside without any clothes on Georgia?” the woman asked.

“Mrs. Jones, I, I, I.”

“Don’t worry Georgia, I used to do that sort of thing when I was your age, it’s a wonderful feeling isn’t it?”

“I err, yes, it is. I forgot that you come round on a morning.”

“That’s okay Georgia, you keep doing whatever you like, the cleaning will only take about an hour then I’ll be gone. Can I get you some breakfast?”

“No, err no thank you, I can manage. Sorry if I surprised you.”

“That’s okay Georgia; it’s a good job that I didn’t bring my son with me this morning, he’d have been really happy to see you.”

“Oh yes, Tommy isn’t it, I was in year 6 with him. How is he?”

As I said that I thought about Tommy seeing me like that; a tingle started in my pussy.

Then I remembered something,

“Sorry Mrs. Jones, I’ve got to go, I’ve just remembered that I have to make a phone call.”

“Okay sweetie.” I heard her say as I quickly walked inside and up to my room.

I phoned the doctors and managed to get an appointment for later that afternoon.

As I walked back downstairs I decided that I liked this walking around without any clothes on; it’s nice and natural, and it makes my pussy feel nice.

“Hi Mrs. Jones.” I said as I walked into the kitchen as if I walked around totally naked every day.

“Oh hi Georgia, I’m just finishing up, can I get anything for you before I go?”

“No, thank you, I’m fine.”

“Is it okay if Tommy comes over and uses your pool this afternoon, he’s been coming over for a swim some afternoons for a couple of weeks now; your father said that it was okay and he’s always gone before your father gets home?”

“Yes, sure, I may not be here though.”

“That’s okay; you haven’t been here the other times.”

“Okay, see you tomorrow Mrs. Jones.”

“Sorry, I only come every other day sweetie; but I could come tomorrow if you want me to.”

“No, you stick to whatever arrangements you made with my father.”

I got myself some OJ and an apple and went outside to have my breakfast in the sunshine. After I’d finished them I sat there relaxing and thinking that I’m a lucky girl and I’m really starting to like my new life.

After making myself cum twice I went back up to my room and went online and ordered some more clothes and some toys. I’d never bought, or even used girly toys before and I was fascinated by what I saw.