EVEN CLOSER... (Part 14a)
The next day was Labor day. Elle had asked if it were possible for me to take her sailing. We hadn't sailed together for almost exactly a year when we'd gone on a sailing picnic. I'd left the boat at the sailing club the previous day for that very purpose, hoping to find some help in getting the boat in the water. Whenever I was racing it was easy because there were plenty of willing hands to lift the boats from their trailers into the water. They weighed 300 pounds and 4 men handled the job easily with two lifting bars. In a pinch only three were necessary. When I went over to Elle's I'd warned her that finding enough people might be a problem and when we arrived at the club there wasn't anybody in sight. Elle had worn her new bathing suit since she'd taken notice of my approval the previous day. I appreciated it as she really looked good in it. We rigged the boat with the sails and then sat down and waited. We got to talking about how much fun she'd had with Carol, my sailing friend Buddy's girlfriend. A "light" immediately came on in my brain. Buddy lived right behind the club and it might be possible that he'd be available. A quick trip up to the house and there was Buddy and Carol, ready willing and able. We quickly figured that Carol and Elle could take one side of one of the bars and Buddy the other. I'd carry the bost from the skeg (part of the bottom in the very back of the boat) and we'd be on our way. It was a little tricky for the girls but we managed to get the boat in the water without damage to it or ourselves.
It was a perfect wind for what we wanted to do. Elle wasn't all that comforatble when the wind blew hard enough to make the boat tip on its side. We took off and headed for the same place we'd gone the year before. It was a sheltered area and quasi private. However, when we got there I was disappointed to see three boats anchored in "our" area and there were people on the shore as well. So much for privacy! This was only the second time I'd sailed as far West as we presently were but I decided to press on. We sailed for about a half hour and found a long sand bar sticking out into the water. We actually sailed into it (not paying attention to business). When trying to get unstuck I noticed the there seemed to be a protected area on the other side of it so we, eventually, headed there. Once ashore Elle discovered that the bushes that were growing in the sand were actually beach plum. She and her mother had gone beach plum picking many times when she was younger. Her mother made beach plum jam which was really good. Elle was really excited at her discovery and insisted that we go beach plum picking so she could surprise her. I was able to convince her to wait until later as we really didn't have anything to put them in. I suggested that we could go on a walk along the beach and possibly find something acceptable. I was hungry (as always) and ready to eat at that point so we brought the sandwiches, fruit and lemonade that her mother had packed, ashore. We found a small sand dune and set up there. After I'd finished eating my things I was just lying there staring at Elle and when she leaned over to catch one of the sandwich wrappers I noticed something white peeking out from the seat of her bathing suit. It was so quick that I couldn't really focus on it. As she finished up I heard her say "Ooopps!" and then smile with an impish grin. I know I didn't say anything but I looked up at her with a puzzled look on my face. She giggled again and then told me that she'd "leaked". Now it was my turn for an "Ooopps". Mine was an instant bulge. She couldn't see it though as I was lying on my stomach on the sand. Before I could say anything she whispered "I'm going..." and, again, said it with a little impish grin. I immediately looked at her crotch. She was sitting with both her legs folded in front of her with her feet off to her right. I had an open view and was dumbstruck as I watched this golden liquid flow forth from the dark blue material of her suit. By that time I wasn't capable of saying anything. My eyes were totally focused on the spot where her "tinkle" (her word) was leaving her body and being swallowed up by the sand. I heard her say she was "sorry". I surely wasn't!
To be continued...
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Monday, November 27, 2006
GETTING CLOSE (Part 13e)
After church I immediately went over to Elle's. I checked the side yard but she wasn't there. What was there were her panties and jeans from the night before hanging on the washline. I made my way past them on the way to the back door. I do remember noting that the panties must've been new as they didn't display any staining in the crotch area. As I made my way past I was sorry I hadn't counted her new panties the day before. I knocked on the back door and found her eating lunch with her mother. It was the last day of racing at the sailing club. Elle didn't usually go, choosing to spend time with Nan and other friends. However, on this day she asked if she could join me. Of course I said yes. I went back home and got all the gear for the boat ready. I was just about to go get her when I saw her walking down the road towards me. WOW! She was wearing a new bathing suit and it certainly showed off her form. It was nothing like any bathing suit I'd ever seen her in before. I gave her a "wolf whistle" and she laughed. Of course she had to explain. When she'd recieved the material from the college they'd sent a list of suggested items to bring. Among them was a one piece, form fitting suit for a required swimming course. She decided to surprise me with it... and she did.
I'd not been nearly as successful during this racing season as I had the previous one. There was an influx of seasoned racers from a nearby sailing club that had encountered some problems. One of them was a guy named Billy B. who was a senior at the college that I was going to attend. We'd chatted a bit and in the course of conversation he'd volunteered that his steady girlfriend was attending a college near where Elle was going to be attending. He'd told me to get in touch with him anytime I wanted a ride. With Elle being with me on this Sunday I had the opportunity to introduce them and to meet his girlfriend, Pat. I'd also become friendly with another new racer, Buddy C. His girlfriend, Carol, had originally wanted to go to the same college as Elle but had changed her mind. I also introduced Elle to them and that worked out well as the three girls sat together while we raced. As it turned out Elle and Buddy's girlfriend had a number of things in common so it helped to make the time pass quickly for them. For the races there was a nice breeze so we were back fairly early, which was good for a number of reasons.
If you've been reading this whole story you might remember that my father and Elle's father had birthdays only days apart. To save time and effort our mother's had agreed to consolidate the two and to have just one joint celebration. The previous year my mother had hosted it and this year it was Elle's mother's turn. However, this was also the night where the racing awards were to be handed out at the sailing club. I was in line to recieve the third place award so I wanted to go. We had to get dressed fairly nicely for the birthday party which meant a dress for Elle and khaki's for me. When we were allowed to leave the party we stayed in the same clothes. I should've been somewhat excited to get the recognition but my thoughts were mainly on getting the trophy and leaving with Elle. We were a bit late arriving so ended up having to stand in the back. We hadn't really missed anything as they were still handing out the awards for the junior program. Once the kiddies recieved their prizes there was a party for them out on the porch. It was bedlam out there but it opened up seats inside the clubhouse for the serious sailors. It also meant a "run" on the rest rooms, mainly the ladies. Elle had indicated that she was going to wait on line and would join me afterwards. By the time she got to where I was seated they had already begun with the presentations. Once I received my award I told Elle that "we'd make a break for it" the next chance we got. There was a change in presenters and I grabbed Elle's hand and headed for the back door. I was stopped by one of the club officers who said it'd be a good idea to stick around. I know I gave him a "look" but, out of respect for him, stayed. We stood in the doorway for a short while when the head of the club got up and made a short speech honoring one of the founders of the club who had died a few years earlier. He went on to say that a new award had been established in his name and that the first recipient was... ME! It was for sportsmanship and my peers had selected me over all the others, some of whom had been racing for many many years. It caught me totally by surprise and I actually was embarassed. I had no idea what to say except "Thanks". (I'm still not quite sure how they came up with me.) In any case, that certainly slowed our "escape" what with people coming up and congratulating me and wanting to see the trophy. For a while I even lost track of Elle.
As had become the "norm", time was our enemy. As I remember it, by the time we were able to leave we had just about an hour. As badly as I wanted to go back to our old place the inlet with Elle, it just didn't make sense. One good thing about all the hoopla about the award was that it made me less anxious about what we were actually going to do when we got to wherever it was that we were going. I have to admit that I wasn't thinking much about Elle during the time after I received the award. It didn't take long for my "focus" to return. It became obvious that Elle had been anxious to leave as well as she took off her crinoline right there in the parking lot. When we didn't make the turn for the inlet area Elle was surprised. I explained (again) about the lack of time we'd have if we went there. She didn't say anything and I couldn't really read the expression on her face so I assumed that she was OK with it. I knew she still wasn't convinced that the abandoned garage area was all that safe but in the few times we'd been there we'd not had any problems.
By the time I'd backed in and shut the motor off Elle was in just her bra and panties and was kneeling on the seat beside me. That was a first! She bent over and kissed me before I could even start to undress. It was a long kiss and, as she was leaning against the seat I couldn't get my right hand around her and I was fumbling around with it. I felt around her knees and realized that her legs were slightly apart. I slowly raised my hand between her thighs and when I reached her panties was somewhat surprised that they were damp. I didn't have time to think about it as she then flopped down across my lap... and I was still fully dressed. Other than my "bulge" being cramped I was happy. I quickly found my way inside her panties and soon was on "target". Elle responded with even more passionate kisses. I wasn't used to it but, believe me, I wasn't complaining. Normally, when she'd get "wound up" like that she'd make me remove my hand but on this night she didn't. All of a sudden my fingers became very warm... and wet. She broke off the kiss and sat up, reaching across the seat for the passenger door. Before I could say anything she was out the door. It was the first time she'd stepped out of the car since we'd started going there. She just stood there, holding onto the door for about thirty seconds. As she was doing that I was strippomg out of my khakis. When I did I slid across the seat, hoping to get a peek of her peeing. I was too late for that but when she saw me in her seat she climbed in and straddled me. My hard-on was still encapsulated my my underpants so it was at about a 45 degree angle so when she sat down it was right on it. I could feel the wetness of her panties immediately. I was hoping she'd stay somewhat still because I didn't have a high tolerance for motion down there. She "attacked" me with another kiss and I responded. But, she also started "grinding" and as hard as I tried I just couldn't hold back. When I realized it I let myself go, probably for the first time, and actually enjoyed the sensation. Every time before I'd felt guilty but not this time. We stayed that way, kissing, grinding and groping for quite a while. I'm not sure who decided to check the time but we were very definitely late. It was another case of me driving home in my underwear while she put herself together. I gave her a goodnight kiss while still in the car and, surprisingly, found my penis starting to recover. I took advantage of that once I was in bed. Another good night!
After church I immediately went over to Elle's. I checked the side yard but she wasn't there. What was there were her panties and jeans from the night before hanging on the washline. I made my way past them on the way to the back door. I do remember noting that the panties must've been new as they didn't display any staining in the crotch area. As I made my way past I was sorry I hadn't counted her new panties the day before. I knocked on the back door and found her eating lunch with her mother. It was the last day of racing at the sailing club. Elle didn't usually go, choosing to spend time with Nan and other friends. However, on this day she asked if she could join me. Of course I said yes. I went back home and got all the gear for the boat ready. I was just about to go get her when I saw her walking down the road towards me. WOW! She was wearing a new bathing suit and it certainly showed off her form. It was nothing like any bathing suit I'd ever seen her in before. I gave her a "wolf whistle" and she laughed. Of course she had to explain. When she'd recieved the material from the college they'd sent a list of suggested items to bring. Among them was a one piece, form fitting suit for a required swimming course. She decided to surprise me with it... and she did.
I'd not been nearly as successful during this racing season as I had the previous one. There was an influx of seasoned racers from a nearby sailing club that had encountered some problems. One of them was a guy named Billy B. who was a senior at the college that I was going to attend. We'd chatted a bit and in the course of conversation he'd volunteered that his steady girlfriend was attending a college near where Elle was going to be attending. He'd told me to get in touch with him anytime I wanted a ride. With Elle being with me on this Sunday I had the opportunity to introduce them and to meet his girlfriend, Pat. I'd also become friendly with another new racer, Buddy C. His girlfriend, Carol, had originally wanted to go to the same college as Elle but had changed her mind. I also introduced Elle to them and that worked out well as the three girls sat together while we raced. As it turned out Elle and Buddy's girlfriend had a number of things in common so it helped to make the time pass quickly for them. For the races there was a nice breeze so we were back fairly early, which was good for a number of reasons.
If you've been reading this whole story you might remember that my father and Elle's father had birthdays only days apart. To save time and effort our mother's had agreed to consolidate the two and to have just one joint celebration. The previous year my mother had hosted it and this year it was Elle's mother's turn. However, this was also the night where the racing awards were to be handed out at the sailing club. I was in line to recieve the third place award so I wanted to go. We had to get dressed fairly nicely for the birthday party which meant a dress for Elle and khaki's for me. When we were allowed to leave the party we stayed in the same clothes. I should've been somewhat excited to get the recognition but my thoughts were mainly on getting the trophy and leaving with Elle. We were a bit late arriving so ended up having to stand in the back. We hadn't really missed anything as they were still handing out the awards for the junior program. Once the kiddies recieved their prizes there was a party for them out on the porch. It was bedlam out there but it opened up seats inside the clubhouse for the serious sailors. It also meant a "run" on the rest rooms, mainly the ladies. Elle had indicated that she was going to wait on line and would join me afterwards. By the time she got to where I was seated they had already begun with the presentations. Once I received my award I told Elle that "we'd make a break for it" the next chance we got. There was a change in presenters and I grabbed Elle's hand and headed for the back door. I was stopped by one of the club officers who said it'd be a good idea to stick around. I know I gave him a "look" but, out of respect for him, stayed. We stood in the doorway for a short while when the head of the club got up and made a short speech honoring one of the founders of the club who had died a few years earlier. He went on to say that a new award had been established in his name and that the first recipient was... ME! It was for sportsmanship and my peers had selected me over all the others, some of whom had been racing for many many years. It caught me totally by surprise and I actually was embarassed. I had no idea what to say except "Thanks". (I'm still not quite sure how they came up with me.) In any case, that certainly slowed our "escape" what with people coming up and congratulating me and wanting to see the trophy. For a while I even lost track of Elle.
As had become the "norm", time was our enemy. As I remember it, by the time we were able to leave we had just about an hour. As badly as I wanted to go back to our old place the inlet with Elle, it just didn't make sense. One good thing about all the hoopla about the award was that it made me less anxious about what we were actually going to do when we got to wherever it was that we were going. I have to admit that I wasn't thinking much about Elle during the time after I received the award. It didn't take long for my "focus" to return. It became obvious that Elle had been anxious to leave as well as she took off her crinoline right there in the parking lot. When we didn't make the turn for the inlet area Elle was surprised. I explained (again) about the lack of time we'd have if we went there. She didn't say anything and I couldn't really read the expression on her face so I assumed that she was OK with it. I knew she still wasn't convinced that the abandoned garage area was all that safe but in the few times we'd been there we'd not had any problems.
By the time I'd backed in and shut the motor off Elle was in just her bra and panties and was kneeling on the seat beside me. That was a first! She bent over and kissed me before I could even start to undress. It was a long kiss and, as she was leaning against the seat I couldn't get my right hand around her and I was fumbling around with it. I felt around her knees and realized that her legs were slightly apart. I slowly raised my hand between her thighs and when I reached her panties was somewhat surprised that they were damp. I didn't have time to think about it as she then flopped down across my lap... and I was still fully dressed. Other than my "bulge" being cramped I was happy. I quickly found my way inside her panties and soon was on "target". Elle responded with even more passionate kisses. I wasn't used to it but, believe me, I wasn't complaining. Normally, when she'd get "wound up" like that she'd make me remove my hand but on this night she didn't. All of a sudden my fingers became very warm... and wet. She broke off the kiss and sat up, reaching across the seat for the passenger door. Before I could say anything she was out the door. It was the first time she'd stepped out of the car since we'd started going there. She just stood there, holding onto the door for about thirty seconds. As she was doing that I was strippomg out of my khakis. When I did I slid across the seat, hoping to get a peek of her peeing. I was too late for that but when she saw me in her seat she climbed in and straddled me. My hard-on was still encapsulated my my underpants so it was at about a 45 degree angle so when she sat down it was right on it. I could feel the wetness of her panties immediately. I was hoping she'd stay somewhat still because I didn't have a high tolerance for motion down there. She "attacked" me with another kiss and I responded. But, she also started "grinding" and as hard as I tried I just couldn't hold back. When I realized it I let myself go, probably for the first time, and actually enjoyed the sensation. Every time before I'd felt guilty but not this time. We stayed that way, kissing, grinding and groping for quite a while. I'm not sure who decided to check the time but we were very definitely late. It was another case of me driving home in my underwear while she put herself together. I gave her a goodnight kiss while still in the car and, surprisingly, found my penis starting to recover. I took advantage of that once I was in bed. Another good night!
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
GETTING CLOSE (Part 13d)
This was to be the last night that I'd be able to attend the races. After labor day they were to only run on Saturday nights. We hadn't had a good season but things had been getting better. On this night we were in contention for the win until the very end and finally finished third. We were all excited and most of the others in our group wanted to party. On just about any other night it would've been fine with me but not this night. It was like watching an hour glass with time just slipping away. By the time we got back to the gas station it was almost 11pm. Elle and I didn't even stay around to put the car in the garage. With time a factor we went right to our new place, the deserted garage area. I had no preconcieved notions as I'd seen the pad in Elle's panties at lunch. However, as soon as I shut the motor off Elle proceeded to lay across my lap, on her back, facing up at me, and unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. That took my breath away. I knew it was an "invitation" but I didn't know what I was going to find. I gently slid my hand down across her tummy. The feeling of the nylon was instantly stimulating. As I continued downward I felt something under her panties and stopped for a second. Then, as I went further, I knew what it was... the belt for her pad. I had some trepidition but I kept going. The pad, from this direction, felt different than it had the night before. As I reached that point, Elle opened her legs allowing me to place my entire hand on the pad. The one common thing I noticed was that it seemed to be so big. I don't know how long my hand stayed there before Elle reached down and pulled it back up to above the waist elastic of her panties. At the same time she had her other hand on the waist elastic and was holding it up. Then she pushed my hand inside. The thought of the pad and why it was there prevented me from going any further. I didn't say anything but it was obvious that she knew why I was hesitating as she offered up that there wasn't "anything" in her pad. That wasn't exactly correct. As my fingers reached her pubic hairs the back of my hand felt some wetness. I stopped again and this time asked if she was sure. She giggled and nodded affirmatively. It was pee. From there it only took a second to find the place I'd been searching for. It was soft, warm and wet. From this position finding the magic button was easy. Elle's reaction was dynamic. She reached up with her left arm and pulled me down to kiss her. It wasn't our ususal kiss. And she was moving her lower body about so much I had a hard time staying on or near the button. Time, in a situation like this is meaningless. She'd tell me to stop and then, after only a few seconds, would indicate for me to go back. It finally got to be too much for her and she abruptly sat up. I know from books that I've read that the term "breathless" is often used in situations of passion. I can say, without equivocation, that Elle was breathless at this time. She sat there almost gasping but, she was also holding herself in the crotch area. I didn't realize this at first as I was just a bit excited myself. I remember rubbing her back. I'm not sure if it was a minute or five but the first thing she said was that she'd "leaked". When she spoke I peeked around her and saw where her hands were located. I think I asked "how bad?" and if she wanted to get out of the car. She declined because she still wasn't all that happy in our new place. It was mostly weeds and there was no real cleared space at all. At this point the "spell" had been broken and, maybe it was a good thing. When I checked the time it was just after midnight. That was late, even on a race night. She stayed with her hands in her crotch all the way home. She didn't want to move to get out of the car and finally said that it'd be best if I didn't walk home with her. I told her "no way!" and got out and opened the door for her. She made about three or four steps before she squatted down. I went down with her, putting my hands on her shoulders to steady her. I know she was still peeing when she looked up at me and said the magic words... "I love you..." On the walk to her house she ended up apologizing for 'ruining" the night. All I could think was "If you only knew!".
To be continued...
This was to be the last night that I'd be able to attend the races. After labor day they were to only run on Saturday nights. We hadn't had a good season but things had been getting better. On this night we were in contention for the win until the very end and finally finished third. We were all excited and most of the others in our group wanted to party. On just about any other night it would've been fine with me but not this night. It was like watching an hour glass with time just slipping away. By the time we got back to the gas station it was almost 11pm. Elle and I didn't even stay around to put the car in the garage. With time a factor we went right to our new place, the deserted garage area. I had no preconcieved notions as I'd seen the pad in Elle's panties at lunch. However, as soon as I shut the motor off Elle proceeded to lay across my lap, on her back, facing up at me, and unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. That took my breath away. I knew it was an "invitation" but I didn't know what I was going to find. I gently slid my hand down across her tummy. The feeling of the nylon was instantly stimulating. As I continued downward I felt something under her panties and stopped for a second. Then, as I went further, I knew what it was... the belt for her pad. I had some trepidition but I kept going. The pad, from this direction, felt different than it had the night before. As I reached that point, Elle opened her legs allowing me to place my entire hand on the pad. The one common thing I noticed was that it seemed to be so big. I don't know how long my hand stayed there before Elle reached down and pulled it back up to above the waist elastic of her panties. At the same time she had her other hand on the waist elastic and was holding it up. Then she pushed my hand inside. The thought of the pad and why it was there prevented me from going any further. I didn't say anything but it was obvious that she knew why I was hesitating as she offered up that there wasn't "anything" in her pad. That wasn't exactly correct. As my fingers reached her pubic hairs the back of my hand felt some wetness. I stopped again and this time asked if she was sure. She giggled and nodded affirmatively. It was pee. From there it only took a second to find the place I'd been searching for. It was soft, warm and wet. From this position finding the magic button was easy. Elle's reaction was dynamic. She reached up with her left arm and pulled me down to kiss her. It wasn't our ususal kiss. And she was moving her lower body about so much I had a hard time staying on or near the button. Time, in a situation like this is meaningless. She'd tell me to stop and then, after only a few seconds, would indicate for me to go back. It finally got to be too much for her and she abruptly sat up. I know from books that I've read that the term "breathless" is often used in situations of passion. I can say, without equivocation, that Elle was breathless at this time. She sat there almost gasping but, she was also holding herself in the crotch area. I didn't realize this at first as I was just a bit excited myself. I remember rubbing her back. I'm not sure if it was a minute or five but the first thing she said was that she'd "leaked". When she spoke I peeked around her and saw where her hands were located. I think I asked "how bad?" and if she wanted to get out of the car. She declined because she still wasn't all that happy in our new place. It was mostly weeds and there was no real cleared space at all. At this point the "spell" had been broken and, maybe it was a good thing. When I checked the time it was just after midnight. That was late, even on a race night. She stayed with her hands in her crotch all the way home. She didn't want to move to get out of the car and finally said that it'd be best if I didn't walk home with her. I told her "no way!" and got out and opened the door for her. She made about three or four steps before she squatted down. I went down with her, putting my hands on her shoulders to steady her. I know she was still peeing when she looked up at me and said the magic words... "I love you..." On the walk to her house she ended up apologizing for 'ruining" the night. All I could think was "If you only knew!".
To be continued...
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
GETTING CLOSE (Part 13c)
To be continued...
Saturday turned out to be a VERY good day. It was my last day working at the market. I'd recieved some nice tips from my delivery customers on Friday but Saturday was even better. By the end of the day the tally was almost $50. For the mid 50's it was unbelievavble. When I got home for lunch I went right over to Elle's. She wasn't in her usual place in the side yard which surprised me as it was a beautiful, warm day. Before I made it to the back door she had it open for me. Once inside she "attacked" me. Very seldom did she take the initiative when it came to kissing and unless it was dark, we never kissed in her house. It didn't take long for me to realize that her mother wasn't home. Even with knowing that I was uneasy, almost expecting her mother to jump out from a closet or walk in the door. Elle tried to reassure me that it was OK and that her mother was actually up at the drug store trying to decide if she wanted to work there. With Elle's college expenses they were going to need extra money and one of the other part time girls was also leaving. I guess I was like one of Pavlov's dogs who had gotten used to the routine. I just couldn't loosen up in her house in daylight. Finally, Elle asked if I wanted to see the things she'd bought for school. Initially, it didn't excite me but, when she started up the stairs, I willingly followed.
The only time I'd ever been upstairs in her house was that weekend I'd come for the prom. I still wasn't comfortable but once in her room and after I'd spied the pile of panties on the end of her bed I was happy. She was in the process of packing so had everything sorted by type... pants, blouses, skirts, dresses, slips, bras and, most importantly to me, panties. She pointed out her new things but was especially excited about a plaid pinafore dress. Supposedly it was a new trend for older girls and didn't need a crinoline. I remember her holding it up in front of her and jokingly saying she should try it on. But, I didn't take it as a joke. When she realized I wanted her to put it on it was only a few seconds before she was stepping out of her shorts. Here was a dream come true. I was looking at her, in broad daylight in her panties. They were just plain white nylon with no embellishments but they sure looked good to me. As she slipped the pinafore over her head I noticed that she had a pad on under the panties. That was also interesting as it was the first time I'd seen one of them. When she brought me back to reality by asking what I thought of the dress I'm sure I said something complimentary but it certainly wasn't my primary interest. When she took it off I got another look at both her panties and the pad. This time I also saw a belt like thing under her panties. My bulge was growing but still under control by this time. As she folded the dress I noticed a new skirt and asked if she'd model it for me as well. She was more than willing and I was now excited. By the time she got through modeling her new things I'd probably had 15 minutes of panty viewing.
I'd managed to take a position close to the pile of panties and when she was putting her shorts back on I asked her how many pair there were. She said she didn't know and I almost lost it when she told me to count them. OH MY HEART! The first thing I noticed was that the ones on top were a bright white. I know I made some comment about them looking like they were new. I honestly don't remember her reply but it was some sort of positive acknowlegement. With that I wanted to peek in at the label but I didn't dare what with her standing right there. I'm thinking now that there were about 15 or so pair. I managed, unintentionally, to knock the pile over. In trying to restack them I ended up opening one of the older pair up and got a close up view of the crotch. It was obvious to me that the crotch was discolored even though they were clean. I tried to refold it but she saw me struggling and took it from me. As she folded it back up she made a comment that the "dirty ones" were for "emergencies" only, She must've seen the expression on my face because I know I didn't say anything. Then, in a matter of fact sort of way she explained that the new ones (and she pointed to them) would be used first and the older ones would be worn later, if needed.
One of the questions we both had about college concerned what the laundry facilities were going to be like. At boarding school it was a weeks turn around and that was fine. I was hoping it would be the same at college. But, for Elle and her "problem" she was definitely prepared for the worst. She had at least six full bath towels and four sets of bed sheets on top of everything else. I couldn't help but feel sorry for her at that point. The conversation about the panties ended up making her turn a little apprehensive and I could see her mood change. I suggested that we go back downstairs and once there couldn't believe that it was time to go back to work. I knew Elle didn't really want to go to the races that night but, if we were to be together she'd have to go. She pretty much agreed and, on that note, I was off and back to work.
To be continued...
To be continued...
Saturday turned out to be a VERY good day. It was my last day working at the market. I'd recieved some nice tips from my delivery customers on Friday but Saturday was even better. By the end of the day the tally was almost $50. For the mid 50's it was unbelievavble. When I got home for lunch I went right over to Elle's. She wasn't in her usual place in the side yard which surprised me as it was a beautiful, warm day. Before I made it to the back door she had it open for me. Once inside she "attacked" me. Very seldom did she take the initiative when it came to kissing and unless it was dark, we never kissed in her house. It didn't take long for me to realize that her mother wasn't home. Even with knowing that I was uneasy, almost expecting her mother to jump out from a closet or walk in the door. Elle tried to reassure me that it was OK and that her mother was actually up at the drug store trying to decide if she wanted to work there. With Elle's college expenses they were going to need extra money and one of the other part time girls was also leaving. I guess I was like one of Pavlov's dogs who had gotten used to the routine. I just couldn't loosen up in her house in daylight. Finally, Elle asked if I wanted to see the things she'd bought for school. Initially, it didn't excite me but, when she started up the stairs, I willingly followed.
The only time I'd ever been upstairs in her house was that weekend I'd come for the prom. I still wasn't comfortable but once in her room and after I'd spied the pile of panties on the end of her bed I was happy. She was in the process of packing so had everything sorted by type... pants, blouses, skirts, dresses, slips, bras and, most importantly to me, panties. She pointed out her new things but was especially excited about a plaid pinafore dress. Supposedly it was a new trend for older girls and didn't need a crinoline. I remember her holding it up in front of her and jokingly saying she should try it on. But, I didn't take it as a joke. When she realized I wanted her to put it on it was only a few seconds before she was stepping out of her shorts. Here was a dream come true. I was looking at her, in broad daylight in her panties. They were just plain white nylon with no embellishments but they sure looked good to me. As she slipped the pinafore over her head I noticed that she had a pad on under the panties. That was also interesting as it was the first time I'd seen one of them. When she brought me back to reality by asking what I thought of the dress I'm sure I said something complimentary but it certainly wasn't my primary interest. When she took it off I got another look at both her panties and the pad. This time I also saw a belt like thing under her panties. My bulge was growing but still under control by this time. As she folded the dress I noticed a new skirt and asked if she'd model it for me as well. She was more than willing and I was now excited. By the time she got through modeling her new things I'd probably had 15 minutes of panty viewing.
I'd managed to take a position close to the pile of panties and when she was putting her shorts back on I asked her how many pair there were. She said she didn't know and I almost lost it when she told me to count them. OH MY HEART! The first thing I noticed was that the ones on top were a bright white. I know I made some comment about them looking like they were new. I honestly don't remember her reply but it was some sort of positive acknowlegement. With that I wanted to peek in at the label but I didn't dare what with her standing right there. I'm thinking now that there were about 15 or so pair. I managed, unintentionally, to knock the pile over. In trying to restack them I ended up opening one of the older pair up and got a close up view of the crotch. It was obvious to me that the crotch was discolored even though they were clean. I tried to refold it but she saw me struggling and took it from me. As she folded it back up she made a comment that the "dirty ones" were for "emergencies" only, She must've seen the expression on my face because I know I didn't say anything. Then, in a matter of fact sort of way she explained that the new ones (and she pointed to them) would be used first and the older ones would be worn later, if needed.
One of the questions we both had about college concerned what the laundry facilities were going to be like. At boarding school it was a weeks turn around and that was fine. I was hoping it would be the same at college. But, for Elle and her "problem" she was definitely prepared for the worst. She had at least six full bath towels and four sets of bed sheets on top of everything else. I couldn't help but feel sorry for her at that point. The conversation about the panties ended up making her turn a little apprehensive and I could see her mood change. I suggested that we go back downstairs and once there couldn't believe that it was time to go back to work. I knew Elle didn't really want to go to the races that night but, if we were to be together she'd have to go. She pretty much agreed and, on that note, I was off and back to work.
To be continued...
Sunday, November 19, 2006
GETTING CLOSE (Part 13b)
I was steeled for only having an hour alone with her like it had been all week. However, in a rare moment of candidness from Elle, she offered that her period had slowed to the point of only "spotting". Now that was a term that I didn't grasp right away so she proceeded to explain. In the process she managed to answer a question that was in the back of my mind and that had to do with her change of shorts when I arrived at her house earlier. Even though she'd not had any real problems with her period or with making a toilet on time during the shopping, on the way home they'd passed a field where they were mowing whatever was growing. A short time later Elle had started sneezing... That's all I needed to hear. But she went on... Since she was wearing a sanitary pad the "dribbles" went into the pad and she was pleasantly surprised that her shorts weren't wet... at first. More sneezing attacks took care of that but, when she got out of the car she found she wasn't "wet wet" (her description) but her shorts were only damp. All this candidness caused quite an uncomfortable bulge. I'd become accustomed to being unencumbered in that area when we were "parking" and since most of our recent time together had been fairly platonic when dressed, it hadn't been a problem. I didn't know what caused her to be so open with me but I surely liked it.
After her surprising verbalization, she further surprised me by assuming what had become our normal position with her lying on her side and me cradling her head. I wasn't sure what to do because she, as far as I knew, still had her period. I did put my right hand on her hip (which was covered by her shorts) but she quickly took it and brought it up to her breast. I was so shocked that, even though I tried to say something, couldn't. It wasn't that I'd never given touching her breasts a thought because in my fantasies I had. I think, in retrospect, that because of how I'd let our relationship just take a natural course, without pressing, that I'd let that aspect just fade into the background. In all the time we'd gone together I'd only touched one or other of her breasts, by accident, maybe two or three times. I truly wasn't prepared for this, especially after the way our week had been. In any case, with my hand placed loosly on the one breast we began to kiss and carry on like we had prior to her getting her period. I was confused... but willing. I think what puzzled me the most was that Elle was back to rolling and twisting her hips like she did when my hand was on and in her crotch. Why? I honestly hadn't put a females breasts into the sexual equation. When we "came up for air" for some reason I asked her if she needed to go home. She indicated "no" and we went back to kissing and I went back to massaging her breast. Somewhere along the way I became curious as to her pad. Basically, the thought of her period creeped me out but if she felt she was OK with it I wondered what the pad felt like under her panties. When we "came up for air" again I removed my hand from her breast and made a feeble attempt at putting it between her upper thighs. At first she resisted by asking what I was doing. I don't remember my answer but it must've been pretty stupid because she kind of smiled at me... but she raised her upper leg and let me get my hand onto her thigh. It stayed there for a while and then she raised her leg again. I didn't move my hand for a few seconds and then she asked what I was waiting for. I gently moved my hand up towards her crotch, moving her shorts leg over. When I felt the nylon of her panties I was somewhat taken aback by the feel of the pad. It just seemd so big... or maybe wide would be a better description. No sooner had I reached that point when she dropped her leg again. We stayed that way for a while, until she asked what time it was. It was hard to believe that it was time to go. With Elle curled up by my side I drove us home thinking all the while about having touched and fondled her breast. I also wondered if I dared to touch it (either one) when we would say good night. At her door I hesitated before trying it and wasn't rebuffed. That was the first time I went to bed thinking, dreaming, about breasts. It was refreshing, to say the least.
To be continued...
I was steeled for only having an hour alone with her like it had been all week. However, in a rare moment of candidness from Elle, she offered that her period had slowed to the point of only "spotting". Now that was a term that I didn't grasp right away so she proceeded to explain. In the process she managed to answer a question that was in the back of my mind and that had to do with her change of shorts when I arrived at her house earlier. Even though she'd not had any real problems with her period or with making a toilet on time during the shopping, on the way home they'd passed a field where they were mowing whatever was growing. A short time later Elle had started sneezing... That's all I needed to hear. But she went on... Since she was wearing a sanitary pad the "dribbles" went into the pad and she was pleasantly surprised that her shorts weren't wet... at first. More sneezing attacks took care of that but, when she got out of the car she found she wasn't "wet wet" (her description) but her shorts were only damp. All this candidness caused quite an uncomfortable bulge. I'd become accustomed to being unencumbered in that area when we were "parking" and since most of our recent time together had been fairly platonic when dressed, it hadn't been a problem. I didn't know what caused her to be so open with me but I surely liked it.
After her surprising verbalization, she further surprised me by assuming what had become our normal position with her lying on her side and me cradling her head. I wasn't sure what to do because she, as far as I knew, still had her period. I did put my right hand on her hip (which was covered by her shorts) but she quickly took it and brought it up to her breast. I was so shocked that, even though I tried to say something, couldn't. It wasn't that I'd never given touching her breasts a thought because in my fantasies I had. I think, in retrospect, that because of how I'd let our relationship just take a natural course, without pressing, that I'd let that aspect just fade into the background. In all the time we'd gone together I'd only touched one or other of her breasts, by accident, maybe two or three times. I truly wasn't prepared for this, especially after the way our week had been. In any case, with my hand placed loosly on the one breast we began to kiss and carry on like we had prior to her getting her period. I was confused... but willing. I think what puzzled me the most was that Elle was back to rolling and twisting her hips like she did when my hand was on and in her crotch. Why? I honestly hadn't put a females breasts into the sexual equation. When we "came up for air" for some reason I asked her if she needed to go home. She indicated "no" and we went back to kissing and I went back to massaging her breast. Somewhere along the way I became curious as to her pad. Basically, the thought of her period creeped me out but if she felt she was OK with it I wondered what the pad felt like under her panties. When we "came up for air" again I removed my hand from her breast and made a feeble attempt at putting it between her upper thighs. At first she resisted by asking what I was doing. I don't remember my answer but it must've been pretty stupid because she kind of smiled at me... but she raised her upper leg and let me get my hand onto her thigh. It stayed there for a while and then she raised her leg again. I didn't move my hand for a few seconds and then she asked what I was waiting for. I gently moved my hand up towards her crotch, moving her shorts leg over. When I felt the nylon of her panties I was somewhat taken aback by the feel of the pad. It just seemd so big... or maybe wide would be a better description. No sooner had I reached that point when she dropped her leg again. We stayed that way for a while, until she asked what time it was. It was hard to believe that it was time to go. With Elle curled up by my side I drove us home thinking all the while about having touched and fondled her breast. I also wondered if I dared to touch it (either one) when we would say good night. At her door I hesitated before trying it and wasn't rebuffed. That was the first time I went to bed thinking, dreaming, about breasts. It was refreshing, to say the least.
To be continued...
Friday, November 17, 2006
GETTING CLOSE (PART 13a)
Fate is cruel. When I came home for lunch I went right over to Elle's house. I expected to find her in her side yard as she usually was but she wasn't there. I knocked on the door and her mother told me she wasn't feeling well and wouldn't be going in to work. I told her I'd be back later. I was puzzled because she was fine when I'd said "goodnight" to her. Being a Saturday it meant we be racing the car that night. I'd been hoping that we'd get done early so as to have more time with Elle but now that was in doubt... and it was confirmed when I got home for supper. Elle was up and waiting for me. The problem...? Elle had her period. NOT good news! Right from her first one, her periods had lasted anywhere from six to eight days. During her recent ones she'd experienced cramps and her flow seemed to be excessive. I couldn't believe it. We only had 11 days until Elle was to leave for college and now possibly 8 days of our "private time" could be lost due to her period. I was really down... selfishly, I admit. Elle was the one having to endure the ordeal. I went off to the races trying to figure out just what days we would still have that weren't going to be emcumbered. I figured I could count on three days. I wasn't happy... at all. Neither of us had any idea how much time we'd have to see each other at all once we were at college and no idea if any of it would be "private". Therefore I wanted to have as much "private" time at home as possible.
It wasn't that I wasn't going to see or be with her. Let's say she were a patient in a hospital and the caregivers were describing her... "she's NOT a good patient!" I spent the same amount of time with her as before except that it was more like a platonic relationship and not one on the verge of exploding with passion. We still went to our place on the inlet but only for a short time. She was concerned about overfilling her pad and wouldn't even consider changing it in the car. I still couldn't understand her thinking on a number of things but at least this was somewhat consistent with some of her other "quirks". At least I knew when we'd get to her house she'd invite me in. However, all she wanted to do was to be held in a way where she was sitting next to me and all I could do was put an arm around her.
Conversations were mostly about college and what we thought it would be like. Somewhere during that week we got to talking about our fears concerning being away from home. Mine were minimal as I'd already spent two years away at boarding school. For Elle, this was the very first time. She'd recieved some correspondence from her college giving her the names of her roommates and she was very concerned about how they'd accept her. I didn't know anyone who didn't like her so I tried to encourage her. But it didn't help. It took a while to draw her out to find out what was really troubling her. When I did I couldn't belive that I hadn't thought of it a long time before.
I've been detailing Elle's "dribble" problems and how she'd had to manage her time so as not to embarass herself. I'd known that two hours was about her limit before needing a toilet in the daytime but I'd never given even one thought to her nights. Common sense would say that the two would go hand in hand. If she needed a toilet every two hours in the daytime it would be reasonable to assume it would be somwhat similar at night. The only thought that seems plausible for my not considering it was that I'd not known anyone who was a bedwetter. It just wasn't in my inventory of knowlege. The "light" came on when Elle wondered what they would think of her for having a rubber pad and towels in her bed. Since I knew nothing about what she did at night I tried to be what we now call "cool" when she mentioned it. I kind of danced around it a bit but finally got to asking her about it. Long story short... she had a rubberized pad under her sheet and then a bath towel doubled over on top of it. Then she had four alarm clocks on her night stand, each set about two hours apart. When she'd hear one she'd get up, use the toilet and then go back to bed. You have to remember that back in the 50's there weren't any disposable diapers... or any kind of adult diapers that were readily available. So she was dealing with her problem the best way she and her mother could come up with. I wanted to ask what she did if she didn't wake up and, even as insensitive as I could sometimes be, I didn't. After she got through telling me about it I remember giving her some trite words of encouragement. It was hard because I had no experience to draw from. About the best I could muster was that she should be open with them and ask for their consideration.
As the week came to an end Elle decided to stop working. She needed to go shopping for new clothes and supplies for college plus she wanted a few days to just relax and enjoy herself. It was that Friday that she went shopping with her mother and Nan. I remember arriving home for supper and walking up the path to my house when I saw their car drive past. I reversed my direction and headed for her house. As I was almost up to her driveway I saw her leaning into the back seat of her car. She emerged with a whole bunch of bags. I called to her but she didn't stop. That surprised me. By the time I reached the door it was already closed. I knocked but no one answered. I knocked about three times before her mother answered and invited me in. After a few words of small talk I asked where Elle was and was told she'd be right down. I had no problems with her mother but I didn't really have much to say. Thankfully, I heard Elle bounding down the stairs. The first thing I noticed was that she was wearing a different pair of shorts. The second was that she was definitely in a better mood than she'd been in all week. As I've learned, shopping does that to females! In any case, what I needed to know was how Elle was going to "escape" from home that night as I wouldn't be picking her up from work. By the time I'd get off it'd be well after nine and, based on the way things had been all summer, she was relagated to staying home unless she had a very definitive place to go to.
On most of the nights that Elle would come to the gas station she was very bored. In fact, on the nights that I projected that I'd be heavily involved in working on the racecar she'd call Nan to come pick her up and then I'd drive to Nan's to take her home or she'd stay over. So I suggested that she go over to Nan's and when I got done I'd pick her up. BUT... as it turned out she'd turned down an offer from Nan to stay for supper and had done it in front of her mother so that option was out. Even though she was still saddled with her period I didn't want to give up any time with her that I could have. Out of the blue I came up with the idea for her to go with me to the gas station and that she could finish up with the month end billing of charges (remember, there were no credit cards at that time) that I's started the night before. That way I could use more time on the racecar and get away from the station earlier. She wasn't thrilled with the idea but agreed to go. It turned out perfectly. The lights were out right after 9pm and we were on our way.
To be continued...
Fate is cruel. When I came home for lunch I went right over to Elle's house. I expected to find her in her side yard as she usually was but she wasn't there. I knocked on the door and her mother told me she wasn't feeling well and wouldn't be going in to work. I told her I'd be back later. I was puzzled because she was fine when I'd said "goodnight" to her. Being a Saturday it meant we be racing the car that night. I'd been hoping that we'd get done early so as to have more time with Elle but now that was in doubt... and it was confirmed when I got home for supper. Elle was up and waiting for me. The problem...? Elle had her period. NOT good news! Right from her first one, her periods had lasted anywhere from six to eight days. During her recent ones she'd experienced cramps and her flow seemed to be excessive. I couldn't believe it. We only had 11 days until Elle was to leave for college and now possibly 8 days of our "private time" could be lost due to her period. I was really down... selfishly, I admit. Elle was the one having to endure the ordeal. I went off to the races trying to figure out just what days we would still have that weren't going to be emcumbered. I figured I could count on three days. I wasn't happy... at all. Neither of us had any idea how much time we'd have to see each other at all once we were at college and no idea if any of it would be "private". Therefore I wanted to have as much "private" time at home as possible.
It wasn't that I wasn't going to see or be with her. Let's say she were a patient in a hospital and the caregivers were describing her... "she's NOT a good patient!" I spent the same amount of time with her as before except that it was more like a platonic relationship and not one on the verge of exploding with passion. We still went to our place on the inlet but only for a short time. She was concerned about overfilling her pad and wouldn't even consider changing it in the car. I still couldn't understand her thinking on a number of things but at least this was somewhat consistent with some of her other "quirks". At least I knew when we'd get to her house she'd invite me in. However, all she wanted to do was to be held in a way where she was sitting next to me and all I could do was put an arm around her.
Conversations were mostly about college and what we thought it would be like. Somewhere during that week we got to talking about our fears concerning being away from home. Mine were minimal as I'd already spent two years away at boarding school. For Elle, this was the very first time. She'd recieved some correspondence from her college giving her the names of her roommates and she was very concerned about how they'd accept her. I didn't know anyone who didn't like her so I tried to encourage her. But it didn't help. It took a while to draw her out to find out what was really troubling her. When I did I couldn't belive that I hadn't thought of it a long time before.
I've been detailing Elle's "dribble" problems and how she'd had to manage her time so as not to embarass herself. I'd known that two hours was about her limit before needing a toilet in the daytime but I'd never given even one thought to her nights. Common sense would say that the two would go hand in hand. If she needed a toilet every two hours in the daytime it would be reasonable to assume it would be somwhat similar at night. The only thought that seems plausible for my not considering it was that I'd not known anyone who was a bedwetter. It just wasn't in my inventory of knowlege. The "light" came on when Elle wondered what they would think of her for having a rubber pad and towels in her bed. Since I knew nothing about what she did at night I tried to be what we now call "cool" when she mentioned it. I kind of danced around it a bit but finally got to asking her about it. Long story short... she had a rubberized pad under her sheet and then a bath towel doubled over on top of it. Then she had four alarm clocks on her night stand, each set about two hours apart. When she'd hear one she'd get up, use the toilet and then go back to bed. You have to remember that back in the 50's there weren't any disposable diapers... or any kind of adult diapers that were readily available. So she was dealing with her problem the best way she and her mother could come up with. I wanted to ask what she did if she didn't wake up and, even as insensitive as I could sometimes be, I didn't. After she got through telling me about it I remember giving her some trite words of encouragement. It was hard because I had no experience to draw from. About the best I could muster was that she should be open with them and ask for their consideration.
As the week came to an end Elle decided to stop working. She needed to go shopping for new clothes and supplies for college plus she wanted a few days to just relax and enjoy herself. It was that Friday that she went shopping with her mother and Nan. I remember arriving home for supper and walking up the path to my house when I saw their car drive past. I reversed my direction and headed for her house. As I was almost up to her driveway I saw her leaning into the back seat of her car. She emerged with a whole bunch of bags. I called to her but she didn't stop. That surprised me. By the time I reached the door it was already closed. I knocked but no one answered. I knocked about three times before her mother answered and invited me in. After a few words of small talk I asked where Elle was and was told she'd be right down. I had no problems with her mother but I didn't really have much to say. Thankfully, I heard Elle bounding down the stairs. The first thing I noticed was that she was wearing a different pair of shorts. The second was that she was definitely in a better mood than she'd been in all week. As I've learned, shopping does that to females! In any case, what I needed to know was how Elle was going to "escape" from home that night as I wouldn't be picking her up from work. By the time I'd get off it'd be well after nine and, based on the way things had been all summer, she was relagated to staying home unless she had a very definitive place to go to.
On most of the nights that Elle would come to the gas station she was very bored. In fact, on the nights that I projected that I'd be heavily involved in working on the racecar she'd call Nan to come pick her up and then I'd drive to Nan's to take her home or she'd stay over. So I suggested that she go over to Nan's and when I got done I'd pick her up. BUT... as it turned out she'd turned down an offer from Nan to stay for supper and had done it in front of her mother so that option was out. Even though she was still saddled with her period I didn't want to give up any time with her that I could have. Out of the blue I came up with the idea for her to go with me to the gas station and that she could finish up with the month end billing of charges (remember, there were no credit cards at that time) that I's started the night before. That way I could use more time on the racecar and get away from the station earlier. She wasn't thrilled with the idea but agreed to go. It turned out perfectly. The lights were out right after 9pm and we were on our way.
To be continued...
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
MORE PROGRESS... really (Part 12f)
To get onto and off the peninsula you had to drive over what we called the "causeway". On one side was a sandy beach that the township mainted as a public facility but wihout toilets and lifeguards. On the other was a marshy creek. In the winter time, when the summer residents weren't around, the "causeway" was a popular hangout for the local kids. Elle and I had never gone there but because there was a nice breeze blowing across it I stopped there so that she could get some clean fresh air. There were still some people using the beach so I found a place that was relatively unoccupied. I got out and aked Elle if she wanted to walk down to the water. She shook her head "no" and that pretty much answered the question about her being wet. I still wasn't very good about broaching that subject and I know I wanted to ask "how bad?" but didn't have the nerve. At this point I knew that going to Nan's party was out of the question without going back home so she could change. Without even discussing it I knew that really wasn't an option. It would open the door to too many questions from her mother. While standing beside her window I saw the bag with the clothes that she'd meant to return to Liz lying on the back seat. I reached in and grabbed it, dropping it on her lap. She looked at me with puzzlement. I said something like "here's some dry clothes". The first thing out of her mouth was that she wasn't going to get naked, party or no party. After I assured her that getting her naked wasn't my intention I took the bag back and pulled out the khaki bermuda shorts and the panties. I have to admit I was really interested in seeing the panties up close. Elle was looking at me with one of those "Wellllllllll..." type looks. Somehow I managed to ask just how wet she was. I have no idea just what I said or how I said it but the result of it was she proceeded to get up on her knees on the seat and show me her butt. If I were to guess I'd say it was maybe the size of an orange. I probably descibed it that way to her as well. In any case I suggested that she take off the wet shorts and to try and dry her panties with a dry part of the beach towel she was sitting on. At this point she was still giving me one her "wierd" looks. I think she then said that even with drying her panties that the dampness would show through the khaki material. That's when I remembered the time that I'd gotten the cotton Carter's Spanky Pants from my collection for her to wear that night for dinner at my house. I held up Liz's panties. She wrinkled her nose as if to say she didn't really like the idea but she immediately took off the wet shorts and started using the towel between her legs. While she was doing that I took a close look at the panties. They weren't as thick as the Spanky Pants and were softer. In fact, they felt about like my T-shirt. There was one familiar thing and that was they had the band leg like the Spanky Pants. Making sure Elle was occupied, I looked for the label and saw that it read "Lollipop", size 14. Something in my mind said I'd seen that sometime before. By then she was ready for the panties and put her hand out the window for them. I stood there and watched her put both feet through the leg openings but before she pulled then all the way up I told her to stop. Another puzzled look. I told her to wait to pull them up until we were at Nan's. That way the wet panties would have more time to dry. I think she shook her head at that point but didn't pull the panties up any further than her knees. Then she lay the shorts over her lap and we headed for Nan's.
There was a nice secluded place to park once at Nan's so Elle was able to get everything in place before we went in. Nan, of course, was surprised to see us but not nearly as surprised as Elle was to hear that Nan had changed her mind and was now going to go to the same college as Elle. In spite of it being Nan's party, the two of them spent most of the next hour "planning" for that. The whole time we were there I was counting the minutes until we were going to leave. It took forever!. By the time Elle broke free we really only had an hour for ourselves. To get to our place by the inlet would take over 10 minutes and by the time I got the car positioned it would be a total of 15. As we drove down the road from Nan's house I got the idea to go to the place we'd just found close to home just to save time. Since the interior of my car was dark I couldn't see the look on her face when I told her what I was doing. But, she didn't protest. It only took a few minutes to get there but, because I hadn't driven the car in there prior to that, I had to drive in head first. I could only hope that it didn't create a problem getting back out.
Even though we'd been together most of the past week we hadn't been "together" like we'd been together right prior to the storm. I think the word "anxious" would describe our mood. We started slowly and built up from there. Because of time constraints and Elle's uneasiness about the new location we skipped the undressing part. We took our now customary positions but this time in the front seat. The big difference was that Elle had on shorts... which was a hinderance that I hadn't had to deal with since our touchy/feely phase had begun. I'd managed to circumnavigate her dress that one night but the bermuda shorts were a real problem. When Elle realized this she flipped over so she was lying on her back but still across my lap. She then undid the waist and unzipped her shorts. My hand followed immediately. Even though I'd handed the cotton panties to her and watched her put them on, I was surprised as my hand slipped over her groin and into her crotch. It was a totally different feel. The next "surprise" was that the double thick cotton crotch pretty much negated the ability to know exactly where I was when I ran my fingers up and down. It only took a minute or two before Elle helped me find the "goal". I'm not sure how long I was there before she made me stop... and than start again. As long as it seemed it took to get away from Nan's it was equally a short a period of time before we had to go.
I did have some trouble backing the car out. I actaully hit two small saplings. Back home and in bed I remember cursing the time we'd lost due to hurricane Diane. The next night couldn't come soon enough.
To be continued...
To get onto and off the peninsula you had to drive over what we called the "causeway". On one side was a sandy beach that the township mainted as a public facility but wihout toilets and lifeguards. On the other was a marshy creek. In the winter time, when the summer residents weren't around, the "causeway" was a popular hangout for the local kids. Elle and I had never gone there but because there was a nice breeze blowing across it I stopped there so that she could get some clean fresh air. There were still some people using the beach so I found a place that was relatively unoccupied. I got out and aked Elle if she wanted to walk down to the water. She shook her head "no" and that pretty much answered the question about her being wet. I still wasn't very good about broaching that subject and I know I wanted to ask "how bad?" but didn't have the nerve. At this point I knew that going to Nan's party was out of the question without going back home so she could change. Without even discussing it I knew that really wasn't an option. It would open the door to too many questions from her mother. While standing beside her window I saw the bag with the clothes that she'd meant to return to Liz lying on the back seat. I reached in and grabbed it, dropping it on her lap. She looked at me with puzzlement. I said something like "here's some dry clothes". The first thing out of her mouth was that she wasn't going to get naked, party or no party. After I assured her that getting her naked wasn't my intention I took the bag back and pulled out the khaki bermuda shorts and the panties. I have to admit I was really interested in seeing the panties up close. Elle was looking at me with one of those "Wellllllllll..." type looks. Somehow I managed to ask just how wet she was. I have no idea just what I said or how I said it but the result of it was she proceeded to get up on her knees on the seat and show me her butt. If I were to guess I'd say it was maybe the size of an orange. I probably descibed it that way to her as well. In any case I suggested that she take off the wet shorts and to try and dry her panties with a dry part of the beach towel she was sitting on. At this point she was still giving me one her "wierd" looks. I think she then said that even with drying her panties that the dampness would show through the khaki material. That's when I remembered the time that I'd gotten the cotton Carter's Spanky Pants from my collection for her to wear that night for dinner at my house. I held up Liz's panties. She wrinkled her nose as if to say she didn't really like the idea but she immediately took off the wet shorts and started using the towel between her legs. While she was doing that I took a close look at the panties. They weren't as thick as the Spanky Pants and were softer. In fact, they felt about like my T-shirt. There was one familiar thing and that was they had the band leg like the Spanky Pants. Making sure Elle was occupied, I looked for the label and saw that it read "Lollipop", size 14. Something in my mind said I'd seen that sometime before. By then she was ready for the panties and put her hand out the window for them. I stood there and watched her put both feet through the leg openings but before she pulled then all the way up I told her to stop. Another puzzled look. I told her to wait to pull them up until we were at Nan's. That way the wet panties would have more time to dry. I think she shook her head at that point but didn't pull the panties up any further than her knees. Then she lay the shorts over her lap and we headed for Nan's.
There was a nice secluded place to park once at Nan's so Elle was able to get everything in place before we went in. Nan, of course, was surprised to see us but not nearly as surprised as Elle was to hear that Nan had changed her mind and was now going to go to the same college as Elle. In spite of it being Nan's party, the two of them spent most of the next hour "planning" for that. The whole time we were there I was counting the minutes until we were going to leave. It took forever!. By the time Elle broke free we really only had an hour for ourselves. To get to our place by the inlet would take over 10 minutes and by the time I got the car positioned it would be a total of 15. As we drove down the road from Nan's house I got the idea to go to the place we'd just found close to home just to save time. Since the interior of my car was dark I couldn't see the look on her face when I told her what I was doing. But, she didn't protest. It only took a few minutes to get there but, because I hadn't driven the car in there prior to that, I had to drive in head first. I could only hope that it didn't create a problem getting back out.
Even though we'd been together most of the past week we hadn't been "together" like we'd been together right prior to the storm. I think the word "anxious" would describe our mood. We started slowly and built up from there. Because of time constraints and Elle's uneasiness about the new location we skipped the undressing part. We took our now customary positions but this time in the front seat. The big difference was that Elle had on shorts... which was a hinderance that I hadn't had to deal with since our touchy/feely phase had begun. I'd managed to circumnavigate her dress that one night but the bermuda shorts were a real problem. When Elle realized this she flipped over so she was lying on her back but still across my lap. She then undid the waist and unzipped her shorts. My hand followed immediately. Even though I'd handed the cotton panties to her and watched her put them on, I was surprised as my hand slipped over her groin and into her crotch. It was a totally different feel. The next "surprise" was that the double thick cotton crotch pretty much negated the ability to know exactly where I was when I ran my fingers up and down. It only took a minute or two before Elle helped me find the "goal". I'm not sure how long I was there before she made me stop... and than start again. As long as it seemed it took to get away from Nan's it was equally a short a period of time before we had to go.
I did have some trouble backing the car out. I actaully hit two small saplings. Back home and in bed I remember cursing the time we'd lost due to hurricane Diane. The next night couldn't come soon enough.
To be continued...
Saturday, November 11, 2006
MORE PROGRESS... Really (Part 12e)
Timing is everything in life and this storm certainly affected Elle and I. Power was finally restored after 5 plus days. We woke up with lights Thursday morning. Elle and I still weren't needed at work because basically there wasn't any product to sell as deliveries of perishables hadn't started yet. I'd spent most of my week cleaning up both our yard and that of my grandparents. I did kill some time at the gas station but it was unpaid time. That was the really bad part for us. Losing a weeks pay just before we were to leave for college really hurt. So did not having time for us to really be alone. It wasn't that we were "grounded" but it was pretty hard to come up with a reason to go someplace at night since there was no electricity. We mostly walked the beach and some of the new roads in our area. One of them was actually a right of way that allowed the property owners on the East end of the community to get to their driveways. It dead ended at a chain link fence that was the property line for "The Mansion" that I described earlier. We peeked through the fence wondering what it might be like to be that rich. Of course we took advantage of being alone and out of view but Elle and her modesty kept me pretty much in line. When I was holding her I noticed what looked like a small roof in the woods behind her. The only time I'd ever been down in that area was on my bike and I'd never gone as far as where we were right then. I was curious but Elle was wary of going to explore it. I walked in a short ways, through weeds and undergrowth, and could see that it looked like a small garage. I was sure there was no house back in there so was quite puzzled. Elle wanted to leave but I wanted to see more. She stayed out in the road and I pressed on. It quickly became evident that I was on some sort of pathway as I was just tramping down weeds. On both sides of me there were small trees. It became obvious that where I was standing had been cleared at some time in the past. I reached a point where I could see the whole building and it definitely was a garage. There was a small bare spot on the ground where I was standing and I bent down and found that it was some sort of crushed stone. The weeds had grown up through it. I didn't go all the way up to the building because I didn't want to get out of Elle's sight. I knew she wasn't comfortable with the whole scene. When I got back to her I explained what I'd seen and found and convinced her to go back with me. She didn't just hold my hand... she was crushing it. We found the door wasn't latched so peered inside. It was filled with junk and it was obvious that it had been thoroughly ransacked. We were truly puzzled. Why would someone build just a garage in the middle of a woods and then fill it with junk? On our walk back home I got to thinking about the place and how it might just be another place for us to "park". I wasn't sure how Elle would feel about it but at least it offered a place that was close and hidden from view.
We managed to get out by ourselves the day after the power came back on. I think I worked about half a day at the market but, because the gas station had been basically the only one with gas during the outtage, it had been pumped dry so I didn't work that night. Elle had also worked half a day so we had the whole evening to ourselves. Fred and Liz were supposed to come out for the weekend so we planned to go visit with them. Elle brought the clothes that Liz had loaned her and I was still trying to figure out how to get a peek at the panties. When we got to the house we found a big party in progress. Neither of us was expecting that and weren't comfortable with it either. It was mostly adults and younger kids. We found Fred and Liz and they explained that it was her parents anniversary. Of course they invited us to join in but Elle's eyes told me she wasn't interested. They were disappointed but sort of understood since we really didn't know anybody else but them. We were glad to get away.
It was still quite early and I decided to go "exploring" for potential new "parking" places since we were in the area. I'd made some deliveries into the area so had some ideas. Unfortunately, they weren't as private as I thought they were. After two tries I gave up. I didn't want to go to our place on the inlet as it would still be quite light out. The first houses in the development had been started and there was now more and more traffic running past our little hideaway. I was afraid that if someone saw a car parked down there they might want to find out why... plus my car was rather distintive and was relatively easy to identify. In all the times we'd gone there after dark I'd not seen even one set of headlights. I rejected the Boy Scout camp for the same reason. In daylight, a car up on the knoll was noticable and, since everyone knew the camp was closed, I figured it might cause someone (the Police) to come up and investigate.
Elle had been invited to a party at Nan's house but had declined on account of me wanting to meet up with Fred and Liz. She suggested that we could go there for a while to kill some time. I didn't have any other ideas so said "OK". On our way out I decided to drive down the one road that paralleled the primary road just to see what was there. The whole area was heavily treed with scrub oak. Most of the homeowners had elected to leave their yards in the "natural" state with trees rather than cutting them down and planting grass. It was sometimes hard to see the houses from the road. Then, quite unexpectedly, I came to an open field. It was filled with weeds and the only trees were out by what I thought might be the bluff overlooking the water. There was a place that appeared to be a two lane path and I turned in there and followed it all the way to where the trees started in again. I got out and so did Elle. I took her hand and we started through the grove of trees towards what was left of the sun. We hadn't gotten very far when Elle sneezed a few times. After the last one she snatched her hand back from mine and proceeded to go into a semi squat with one hand between her legs. I, of course, knew what that meant. I asked if she was OK. She had a somewhat funny look on her face and said something about allergies. She was back standing up when she again sneezed a few more times. Same reaction... bent at the waist, hand in her crotch. Then she said we had to leave. I didn't have anything to offer so we headed back to the car. Before we made it she had another sneezing attack. I had tried, ever so subtly, to see if she'd wet herself but couldn't really tell. She was wearing dark blue shorts and for the few seconds I actually did have a view I couldn't see anything. Once I turned the car around she announced "RAGWEED!". In amongst all the other weeds was her dreaded nemesis. When I'd driven the car in and over the weeds I'd stirred the pollen up and she'd breathed it in.
To be continued...
Timing is everything in life and this storm certainly affected Elle and I. Power was finally restored after 5 plus days. We woke up with lights Thursday morning. Elle and I still weren't needed at work because basically there wasn't any product to sell as deliveries of perishables hadn't started yet. I'd spent most of my week cleaning up both our yard and that of my grandparents. I did kill some time at the gas station but it was unpaid time. That was the really bad part for us. Losing a weeks pay just before we were to leave for college really hurt. So did not having time for us to really be alone. It wasn't that we were "grounded" but it was pretty hard to come up with a reason to go someplace at night since there was no electricity. We mostly walked the beach and some of the new roads in our area. One of them was actually a right of way that allowed the property owners on the East end of the community to get to their driveways. It dead ended at a chain link fence that was the property line for "The Mansion" that I described earlier. We peeked through the fence wondering what it might be like to be that rich. Of course we took advantage of being alone and out of view but Elle and her modesty kept me pretty much in line. When I was holding her I noticed what looked like a small roof in the woods behind her. The only time I'd ever been down in that area was on my bike and I'd never gone as far as where we were right then. I was curious but Elle was wary of going to explore it. I walked in a short ways, through weeds and undergrowth, and could see that it looked like a small garage. I was sure there was no house back in there so was quite puzzled. Elle wanted to leave but I wanted to see more. She stayed out in the road and I pressed on. It quickly became evident that I was on some sort of pathway as I was just tramping down weeds. On both sides of me there were small trees. It became obvious that where I was standing had been cleared at some time in the past. I reached a point where I could see the whole building and it definitely was a garage. There was a small bare spot on the ground where I was standing and I bent down and found that it was some sort of crushed stone. The weeds had grown up through it. I didn't go all the way up to the building because I didn't want to get out of Elle's sight. I knew she wasn't comfortable with the whole scene. When I got back to her I explained what I'd seen and found and convinced her to go back with me. She didn't just hold my hand... she was crushing it. We found the door wasn't latched so peered inside. It was filled with junk and it was obvious that it had been thoroughly ransacked. We were truly puzzled. Why would someone build just a garage in the middle of a woods and then fill it with junk? On our walk back home I got to thinking about the place and how it might just be another place for us to "park". I wasn't sure how Elle would feel about it but at least it offered a place that was close and hidden from view.
We managed to get out by ourselves the day after the power came back on. I think I worked about half a day at the market but, because the gas station had been basically the only one with gas during the outtage, it had been pumped dry so I didn't work that night. Elle had also worked half a day so we had the whole evening to ourselves. Fred and Liz were supposed to come out for the weekend so we planned to go visit with them. Elle brought the clothes that Liz had loaned her and I was still trying to figure out how to get a peek at the panties. When we got to the house we found a big party in progress. Neither of us was expecting that and weren't comfortable with it either. It was mostly adults and younger kids. We found Fred and Liz and they explained that it was her parents anniversary. Of course they invited us to join in but Elle's eyes told me she wasn't interested. They were disappointed but sort of understood since we really didn't know anybody else but them. We were glad to get away.
It was still quite early and I decided to go "exploring" for potential new "parking" places since we were in the area. I'd made some deliveries into the area so had some ideas. Unfortunately, they weren't as private as I thought they were. After two tries I gave up. I didn't want to go to our place on the inlet as it would still be quite light out. The first houses in the development had been started and there was now more and more traffic running past our little hideaway. I was afraid that if someone saw a car parked down there they might want to find out why... plus my car was rather distintive and was relatively easy to identify. In all the times we'd gone there after dark I'd not seen even one set of headlights. I rejected the Boy Scout camp for the same reason. In daylight, a car up on the knoll was noticable and, since everyone knew the camp was closed, I figured it might cause someone (the Police) to come up and investigate.
Elle had been invited to a party at Nan's house but had declined on account of me wanting to meet up with Fred and Liz. She suggested that we could go there for a while to kill some time. I didn't have any other ideas so said "OK". On our way out I decided to drive down the one road that paralleled the primary road just to see what was there. The whole area was heavily treed with scrub oak. Most of the homeowners had elected to leave their yards in the "natural" state with trees rather than cutting them down and planting grass. It was sometimes hard to see the houses from the road. Then, quite unexpectedly, I came to an open field. It was filled with weeds and the only trees were out by what I thought might be the bluff overlooking the water. There was a place that appeared to be a two lane path and I turned in there and followed it all the way to where the trees started in again. I got out and so did Elle. I took her hand and we started through the grove of trees towards what was left of the sun. We hadn't gotten very far when Elle sneezed a few times. After the last one she snatched her hand back from mine and proceeded to go into a semi squat with one hand between her legs. I, of course, knew what that meant. I asked if she was OK. She had a somewhat funny look on her face and said something about allergies. She was back standing up when she again sneezed a few more times. Same reaction... bent at the waist, hand in her crotch. Then she said we had to leave. I didn't have anything to offer so we headed back to the car. Before we made it she had another sneezing attack. I had tried, ever so subtly, to see if she'd wet herself but couldn't really tell. She was wearing dark blue shorts and for the few seconds I actually did have a view I couldn't see anything. Once I turned the car around she announced "RAGWEED!". In amongst all the other weeds was her dreaded nemesis. When I'd driven the car in and over the weeds I'd stirred the pollen up and she'd breathed it in.
To be continued...
Thursday, November 09, 2006
MORE PROGRESS... really (Part 12d)
I'm pretty sure it was another few nights before we took the next step. We did our usual routine with her lying on my lap. But there was something different. There was no indication on Elle's part that this night was any different than the previous. But, after my fingers started caressing her panties she surprised me by taking my hand. At first I thought she wanted me to stop. It was anything but. She placed my hand right on her crotch and then, still sort of holding it, hooked her fingers under a leg elastic and pushed my fingers inside. I couldn't believe how soft her flesh was right there. I know I had to be holding my breath. I could feel some wetness (she hadn't peed) but as I "explored", it soon dried up and became uncomfortable for her. That was about it inside her panties for that night. Even though it was only a short visit it was certinly "stimulating and I was certainly happy about it.
Again, the days between these incidents are somewhat of a blur. I do know the next time we got to that point we'd been at the gas station but left with time to go to the inlet. I remember Elle using the toilet just before we left and complaining that there was no toilet paper of towels. (Ooops... my job!). We didn't really have all that much time and that's why I remember fighting with folds of cloth (her skirt) when we got into our normal positions. There really wasn't time for our usual routine. I also remember that when my fingers got to her panties I was surprised at how wet they were. I even asked Elle if she'd leaked and she said it was from not wiping. It wasn't long until she led my fingers inside her panties again. WHEW! In any case, this was the night that I/we discovered the "magic button". WOW! When I fisrt touched it she sort of jumped. I thought I'd hurt her... but it only took a few seconds to realize it was anything but hurtful. I got excited because she was excited! I'd never seen her like this. It was probably the first real passion that she'd ever exhibited. Because it was so new to her she'd make me stop after just a few seconds or so and then indicate she wanted me to continue. I remember her getting up and out of the car and then walking around a bit. Reason prevailed and we got home in time... but with great anticipation for the next night. The only thing was it was going to be quite a while for that "next night".
The next real excitement came on August 19th when hurricane Diane hit us. Thinking back now on South Florida getting hit last year with three hurricanes, it seemed so improbable. That our small area would get hit with three in less than one year is truly unbeleivable. Florida is a whole state with hundreds of miles of coastline so they're quite vulnerable. However, in our case, the eye of these three storms all hit within a 50 mile stretch. It would be like three hurricanes hitting a place like Cape Canaveral in one year, and that's never happened before or since. The difference between this storm and Hurricane Carol was that everybody was pretty much sensitized to the word "hurricane" this time. Carol had snuck up on us, arriving during the night. When word got out that hurricane Diane was out in the Atlantic and appeared to be travelling the same course as Carol had the year before, people took notice. Radio stations were telling people how to prepare and the public was responding. As soon as I got to work it was evident. There were far more people downtown than usual. The biggest customer we had at the market was the local Country Club. After Carol, they had purchased a commercial generator with the basic intent of keeping their walk in cooler going as Carol had caused them to lose all their stored food. My boss contacted them and arranged for us to take all our meat provisions down there, just to be sure. During lunch I drove to the gas station and found Cliff trying to adapt an old power reel lawn mower to be able to pump gas. Even though he'd had success after Carol using his wife's car, it had been difficult, at best. I then took a turn by the sailing club and found people there retrieving their boats. I don't know why but, in spite of almost losing my boat in Carol, I hadn't even thought about it until then.
By the time I finally arrived home (with the boat) it was after 2 pm and Elle had walked to work. What could I do. You have to what you have to do and I had to move my boat. I spoke to Elle's mother and explained. She understood as Elle's father had called to tell her he'd moved his boat into a safe harbor but was planning on staying with it until the storm passed. When I walked out to look at the bay it reminded me of what it looked like in the winter. Not a boat in sight. They'd all been moved up into the creek for protection. With Carol, not a one had been moved and, out of about two dozen, eight or nine had been ruined. My boss wasn't too happy with me when I finally got back but he did understand. The market would normally close at 6pm but, because of the impending storm he decided to stay open until 9pm. I told him I'd come back and help him move the meats to the Country Club at that time so at least that made him happy.
I did run over to the drug store to explain to Elle where I'd been. I also told her that I'd promised to help move the meat at 9pm and unless she could get a ride home from somebody she'd be helping too. I could see from the look on her face that that didn't exactly appeal to her. So I told her I'd stop by her house when I did get done and she promised to wait up. Now, with all this hustle and bustle about the storm I'd not had any time to think about what had been transpiring between Elle and I over the previous two weeks. The first real chance I had was on the way home from the Country Club. I really had wanted to be with her that night and even though it would be at her house I knew it was better than nothing. My excitement was short lived. My father was waiting for me to help him put the storm windows up across the front of the house. Since they'd survived both Carol and Edna without them I thought it was a waste of time... and it was preventing me from seeing Elle. By the time we were through it was almost midnight and I knew Elle had gone to bed a long time ago. By then I was REALLY tired and NOT very happy!
With daybreak there was no sign of a storm but the old saying "red sky in morning, sailors take warning" was a hint of what was to come. My father regularly tuned to a radio station that gave the latitude and longitude of all hurricanes in the Atlantic Ocean. We got up and got the coordinates and plotted then on a map he kept on the dining room table at such times. I remember being amazed at how similar the paths were from the previos two storms. My father said it would probably arrive around noon. It did... and by 3pm the wind was howling and the rain sounded like pebbles against the wooden storm windows we'd put up. We lost power around 1pm and the eye of the storm came through around dinner time. I ran over to Elle's to make sure she and her mother were OK but I was told to come right back. There's not much to do when you have no lights but my father and I kept a vigil until about midnight. Then we went outside and I remember looking up at the sky and seeing stars. There were a lot of branches down but, unlike Carol, no trees. We'd had a few days of rain prior to Carol which had softened the ground so it was easy for the wind to blow them over. The only rain we saw this time was a couple of hours before it started and then it stopped when the eye passed by.
The following morning I went over to Elle's first thing. She wasn't up but her mother was. The only real damage they had was that the cellar was partially flooded. The tide had come up but no where near as high as with Carol but it was still enough to cause a problem. I then walked on down the road and it appered to be relatively clear so I got in my car and headed for town. It was pretty much the same sight just about everywhere. A few downed trees but mostly limbs and wires. Lack of electricity was the real problem. I drove out to the gas station and Cliff was already pumping gas with his lawnmower rig. I went back to the market to wait to see if my boss would show up. About half the businesses were open with the drug store being one. I went and asked if they needed Elle but they said no. The only thing that they'd be doing was filling prescriptions. When my boss hadn't shown up by noon I took off for home. I was looking forward to spending time with Elle but my father was waiting for me so we could take the storm windows off. It was like a conspiracy to keep us apart. I did get to run over to her house to tell her she wasn't needed at work but that was it.
To be continued...
I'm pretty sure it was another few nights before we took the next step. We did our usual routine with her lying on my lap. But there was something different. There was no indication on Elle's part that this night was any different than the previous. But, after my fingers started caressing her panties she surprised me by taking my hand. At first I thought she wanted me to stop. It was anything but. She placed my hand right on her crotch and then, still sort of holding it, hooked her fingers under a leg elastic and pushed my fingers inside. I couldn't believe how soft her flesh was right there. I know I had to be holding my breath. I could feel some wetness (she hadn't peed) but as I "explored", it soon dried up and became uncomfortable for her. That was about it inside her panties for that night. Even though it was only a short visit it was certinly "stimulating and I was certainly happy about it.
Again, the days between these incidents are somewhat of a blur. I do know the next time we got to that point we'd been at the gas station but left with time to go to the inlet. I remember Elle using the toilet just before we left and complaining that there was no toilet paper of towels. (Ooops... my job!). We didn't really have all that much time and that's why I remember fighting with folds of cloth (her skirt) when we got into our normal positions. There really wasn't time for our usual routine. I also remember that when my fingers got to her panties I was surprised at how wet they were. I even asked Elle if she'd leaked and she said it was from not wiping. It wasn't long until she led my fingers inside her panties again. WHEW! In any case, this was the night that I/we discovered the "magic button". WOW! When I fisrt touched it she sort of jumped. I thought I'd hurt her... but it only took a few seconds to realize it was anything but hurtful. I got excited because she was excited! I'd never seen her like this. It was probably the first real passion that she'd ever exhibited. Because it was so new to her she'd make me stop after just a few seconds or so and then indicate she wanted me to continue. I remember her getting up and out of the car and then walking around a bit. Reason prevailed and we got home in time... but with great anticipation for the next night. The only thing was it was going to be quite a while for that "next night".
The next real excitement came on August 19th when hurricane Diane hit us. Thinking back now on South Florida getting hit last year with three hurricanes, it seemed so improbable. That our small area would get hit with three in less than one year is truly unbeleivable. Florida is a whole state with hundreds of miles of coastline so they're quite vulnerable. However, in our case, the eye of these three storms all hit within a 50 mile stretch. It would be like three hurricanes hitting a place like Cape Canaveral in one year, and that's never happened before or since. The difference between this storm and Hurricane Carol was that everybody was pretty much sensitized to the word "hurricane" this time. Carol had snuck up on us, arriving during the night. When word got out that hurricane Diane was out in the Atlantic and appeared to be travelling the same course as Carol had the year before, people took notice. Radio stations were telling people how to prepare and the public was responding. As soon as I got to work it was evident. There were far more people downtown than usual. The biggest customer we had at the market was the local Country Club. After Carol, they had purchased a commercial generator with the basic intent of keeping their walk in cooler going as Carol had caused them to lose all their stored food. My boss contacted them and arranged for us to take all our meat provisions down there, just to be sure. During lunch I drove to the gas station and found Cliff trying to adapt an old power reel lawn mower to be able to pump gas. Even though he'd had success after Carol using his wife's car, it had been difficult, at best. I then took a turn by the sailing club and found people there retrieving their boats. I don't know why but, in spite of almost losing my boat in Carol, I hadn't even thought about it until then.
By the time I finally arrived home (with the boat) it was after 2 pm and Elle had walked to work. What could I do. You have to what you have to do and I had to move my boat. I spoke to Elle's mother and explained. She understood as Elle's father had called to tell her he'd moved his boat into a safe harbor but was planning on staying with it until the storm passed. When I walked out to look at the bay it reminded me of what it looked like in the winter. Not a boat in sight. They'd all been moved up into the creek for protection. With Carol, not a one had been moved and, out of about two dozen, eight or nine had been ruined. My boss wasn't too happy with me when I finally got back but he did understand. The market would normally close at 6pm but, because of the impending storm he decided to stay open until 9pm. I told him I'd come back and help him move the meats to the Country Club at that time so at least that made him happy.
I did run over to the drug store to explain to Elle where I'd been. I also told her that I'd promised to help move the meat at 9pm and unless she could get a ride home from somebody she'd be helping too. I could see from the look on her face that that didn't exactly appeal to her. So I told her I'd stop by her house when I did get done and she promised to wait up. Now, with all this hustle and bustle about the storm I'd not had any time to think about what had been transpiring between Elle and I over the previous two weeks. The first real chance I had was on the way home from the Country Club. I really had wanted to be with her that night and even though it would be at her house I knew it was better than nothing. My excitement was short lived. My father was waiting for me to help him put the storm windows up across the front of the house. Since they'd survived both Carol and Edna without them I thought it was a waste of time... and it was preventing me from seeing Elle. By the time we were through it was almost midnight and I knew Elle had gone to bed a long time ago. By then I was REALLY tired and NOT very happy!
With daybreak there was no sign of a storm but the old saying "red sky in morning, sailors take warning" was a hint of what was to come. My father regularly tuned to a radio station that gave the latitude and longitude of all hurricanes in the Atlantic Ocean. We got up and got the coordinates and plotted then on a map he kept on the dining room table at such times. I remember being amazed at how similar the paths were from the previos two storms. My father said it would probably arrive around noon. It did... and by 3pm the wind was howling and the rain sounded like pebbles against the wooden storm windows we'd put up. We lost power around 1pm and the eye of the storm came through around dinner time. I ran over to Elle's to make sure she and her mother were OK but I was told to come right back. There's not much to do when you have no lights but my father and I kept a vigil until about midnight. Then we went outside and I remember looking up at the sky and seeing stars. There were a lot of branches down but, unlike Carol, no trees. We'd had a few days of rain prior to Carol which had softened the ground so it was easy for the wind to blow them over. The only rain we saw this time was a couple of hours before it started and then it stopped when the eye passed by.
The following morning I went over to Elle's first thing. She wasn't up but her mother was. The only real damage they had was that the cellar was partially flooded. The tide had come up but no where near as high as with Carol but it was still enough to cause a problem. I then walked on down the road and it appered to be relatively clear so I got in my car and headed for town. It was pretty much the same sight just about everywhere. A few downed trees but mostly limbs and wires. Lack of electricity was the real problem. I drove out to the gas station and Cliff was already pumping gas with his lawnmower rig. I went back to the market to wait to see if my boss would show up. About half the businesses were open with the drug store being one. I went and asked if they needed Elle but they said no. The only thing that they'd be doing was filling prescriptions. When my boss hadn't shown up by noon I took off for home. I was looking forward to spending time with Elle but my father was waiting for me so we could take the storm windows off. It was like a conspiracy to keep us apart. I did get to run over to her house to tell her she wasn't needed at work but that was it.
To be continued...
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
MORE PROGRESS... really (Part 12c)
Elle and I pretty much fell back into our old routines after that. There were a couple of very important "happenings" that occurred during the next two weeks but, for the life of me, I can't place it, sequentially, time wise. In any case on one night I'd picked Elle up after work as usual and we went to what had become "our" spot over at the inlet. By this time we were both striping to our underwear as soon as we got there. I had one concern because without my jeans on, my "bulge" was now a flagpole. Elle thought it was funny but never once tried to touch it with her hand or fingers. (I'm honestly struggling with the details on this and, as important as it was, they should be right there.) I know it was hot and we were in the back seat, as usual. We'd been there for a while and had gotten quite "involved" but with nothing really touchy/feely. Elle suddenly got up and stepped out of the car. I know I asked her if she was OK but I don't remember her answer, if any. She took a few steps and proceeded to squat down. I knew what she was doing and I wanted to see. I lay across the seat and could see a slight puddling beneath her before it was swallowed up by the sand. Again, I don't remember what was said, if anything, but we both went back to where we were with Elle again lying across my lap. My right hand was resting on her hip (and panties) when all of a sudden she raised her left leg up and then tucked her foot under the knee that was still on the seat. When she did I lifted my hand up, resting it on the back of the seat. I probably thought she had a cramp in her leg or something. In any case she didn't put her leg back down. I really didn't have any place to put my hand so I let it slip back down and onto the inner thigh of her other leg. But when I did my thumb touched her now wet panties. My immediate reaction was to pull it away but I decided to wait for her to move it like she usually did when I got too "close". We stayed that way for a while. Then she dropped her other leg on top of it, trapping it between her upper thighs. I thought that was VERY interesting... and exciting. Even in that position I was afraid to move it. We went back to kissing and Elle, like she'd been doing for a while now, started moving her lower body. At first I thought she wanted me to move my hand and when I did she reached down and actually pulled it up into the wet crotch of her panties. I'll tell you this... I could hardly breath. I didn't move a muscle. I'm sure if I had I would have come. After a bit she raised her leg again and took my hand and nested it right into her crotch. I honestly didn't know what to do. Actually, it was that I was shocked because it was so unlike Elle. (As an aside... that next winter she told me that she'd never masturbated up to that time and when she put my hand there it was because she said it was like there was something telling her to do that. That's the honest truth!) As exciting as that was for me (and Elle) we still had a LONG way to go. But once the gate is opened... :-)
Like they say, time flies when you're having fun. It sure did on that night and when I finally checked the time it was obvious we were going to be late. I actually drove the car home wearing only my underpants. Elle put herself together on the way. In my driveway she just gave me a peck on the cheek and took off running. Nothing came of it but lying in bed I had a wonderful time replaying in my mind what had just taken place.
Like I said before, I really can't remember, on a day to day basis, the sequence of events. However, I know I was trying to find ways to spend as much time at night with Elle as I could. It was probably a couple of nights after my first touch of her wet panties when I picked her up and drove towards the inlet. She was surprised, expecting to go to the gas station. It must've been a Friday night where I'd work on the racecar. Sometimes on those nights she'd not go to the bathroom before leaving work but would go at the station. When we got the car parked she informed me that she hadn't "tinkled" before leaving work and she was worried what might happen when we got "started". We were both in the process of undressing when she sprung that on me. I was already starting to get hard in anticipation of having my hand "locked" into her crotch but that news was all it took. When I was wearing jeans and got my bulge I'd often have to "rearrange" myself to ease the strain and pain. But with no jeans to hold it back... well, there I was with a perfect 90 degree right angle! I tried to temper my voice so as not to appear too anxious. I was still treading lightly because of the incident on the ferry. She'd not said a word about it to me but it was in the back of my mind. Of course I wanted her to pee in her panties but, in trying not to be obvious about it I'd sort of hinted again (and more than once) that it would be perfectly OK to pee (tinkle... her word) by pulling her panties down but got no response. I'm not sure but I think we ended up wading out into the water to about her knees. She usually had her feet moving, afraid of the sand crabs, even when I was holding her. While we were there I thought I heard a very light splashing sound. I had my hands on her pantied butt and all of a sudden I felt something warm on the tips of my fingers. That took care of her problem and created one for me. With her moving her feet she was moving her tummy up and down on mine and that's where my penis was located. It didn't take much...
When we got back in the car and into our usual positions she, once again, raised her left leg. I put my hand on her thigh and once we started kissing she lowered it. Her lower body motions seemed more animated than I remembered. Then she raised her leg again and carefully placed my hand onto the crotch of her panties and lowered the raised leg again. I took the hint this time and started "exploring". WHEW! It was already warm but inside the car, even with the doors open, but after that it was HOT! I couldn't believe how fast I "recovered".
I have to remind you that we were two very naive kids. We knew literally nothing about sex. At this point we were running on instinct. As I'd mentioned a long way back I could "talk the talk" but really had no idea how to "walk the walk". Because of this lack of knowlege we really didn't know where to go next. As Elle had said the first time she'd put my hand between her legs, "something told me to do it". She had no idea what it was... but she'd liked it.
To be continued...
Elle and I pretty much fell back into our old routines after that. There were a couple of very important "happenings" that occurred during the next two weeks but, for the life of me, I can't place it, sequentially, time wise. In any case on one night I'd picked Elle up after work as usual and we went to what had become "our" spot over at the inlet. By this time we were both striping to our underwear as soon as we got there. I had one concern because without my jeans on, my "bulge" was now a flagpole. Elle thought it was funny but never once tried to touch it with her hand or fingers. (I'm honestly struggling with the details on this and, as important as it was, they should be right there.) I know it was hot and we were in the back seat, as usual. We'd been there for a while and had gotten quite "involved" but with nothing really touchy/feely. Elle suddenly got up and stepped out of the car. I know I asked her if she was OK but I don't remember her answer, if any. She took a few steps and proceeded to squat down. I knew what she was doing and I wanted to see. I lay across the seat and could see a slight puddling beneath her before it was swallowed up by the sand. Again, I don't remember what was said, if anything, but we both went back to where we were with Elle again lying across my lap. My right hand was resting on her hip (and panties) when all of a sudden she raised her left leg up and then tucked her foot under the knee that was still on the seat. When she did I lifted my hand up, resting it on the back of the seat. I probably thought she had a cramp in her leg or something. In any case she didn't put her leg back down. I really didn't have any place to put my hand so I let it slip back down and onto the inner thigh of her other leg. But when I did my thumb touched her now wet panties. My immediate reaction was to pull it away but I decided to wait for her to move it like she usually did when I got too "close". We stayed that way for a while. Then she dropped her other leg on top of it, trapping it between her upper thighs. I thought that was VERY interesting... and exciting. Even in that position I was afraid to move it. We went back to kissing and Elle, like she'd been doing for a while now, started moving her lower body. At first I thought she wanted me to move my hand and when I did she reached down and actually pulled it up into the wet crotch of her panties. I'll tell you this... I could hardly breath. I didn't move a muscle. I'm sure if I had I would have come. After a bit she raised her leg again and took my hand and nested it right into her crotch. I honestly didn't know what to do. Actually, it was that I was shocked because it was so unlike Elle. (As an aside... that next winter she told me that she'd never masturbated up to that time and when she put my hand there it was because she said it was like there was something telling her to do that. That's the honest truth!) As exciting as that was for me (and Elle) we still had a LONG way to go. But once the gate is opened... :-)
Like they say, time flies when you're having fun. It sure did on that night and when I finally checked the time it was obvious we were going to be late. I actually drove the car home wearing only my underpants. Elle put herself together on the way. In my driveway she just gave me a peck on the cheek and took off running. Nothing came of it but lying in bed I had a wonderful time replaying in my mind what had just taken place.
Like I said before, I really can't remember, on a day to day basis, the sequence of events. However, I know I was trying to find ways to spend as much time at night with Elle as I could. It was probably a couple of nights after my first touch of her wet panties when I picked her up and drove towards the inlet. She was surprised, expecting to go to the gas station. It must've been a Friday night where I'd work on the racecar. Sometimes on those nights she'd not go to the bathroom before leaving work but would go at the station. When we got the car parked she informed me that she hadn't "tinkled" before leaving work and she was worried what might happen when we got "started". We were both in the process of undressing when she sprung that on me. I was already starting to get hard in anticipation of having my hand "locked" into her crotch but that news was all it took. When I was wearing jeans and got my bulge I'd often have to "rearrange" myself to ease the strain and pain. But with no jeans to hold it back... well, there I was with a perfect 90 degree right angle! I tried to temper my voice so as not to appear too anxious. I was still treading lightly because of the incident on the ferry. She'd not said a word about it to me but it was in the back of my mind. Of course I wanted her to pee in her panties but, in trying not to be obvious about it I'd sort of hinted again (and more than once) that it would be perfectly OK to pee (tinkle... her word) by pulling her panties down but got no response. I'm not sure but I think we ended up wading out into the water to about her knees. She usually had her feet moving, afraid of the sand crabs, even when I was holding her. While we were there I thought I heard a very light splashing sound. I had my hands on her pantied butt and all of a sudden I felt something warm on the tips of my fingers. That took care of her problem and created one for me. With her moving her feet she was moving her tummy up and down on mine and that's where my penis was located. It didn't take much...
When we got back in the car and into our usual positions she, once again, raised her left leg. I put my hand on her thigh and once we started kissing she lowered it. Her lower body motions seemed more animated than I remembered. Then she raised her leg again and carefully placed my hand onto the crotch of her panties and lowered the raised leg again. I took the hint this time and started "exploring". WHEW! It was already warm but inside the car, even with the doors open, but after that it was HOT! I couldn't believe how fast I "recovered".
I have to remind you that we were two very naive kids. We knew literally nothing about sex. At this point we were running on instinct. As I'd mentioned a long way back I could "talk the talk" but really had no idea how to "walk the walk". Because of this lack of knowlege we really didn't know where to go next. As Elle had said the first time she'd put my hand between her legs, "something told me to do it". She had no idea what it was... but she'd liked it.
To be continued...
Saturday, November 04, 2006
MORE PROGRESS... really (Part12b)
When we made the turn towards my house I saw I couldn't pull in the driveway with the boat. I'd forgotten that one of my mother's oldest friends was coming with her family to spend the day. I knew her as "Aunt Sparky" and had met her husband when I was quite young. They had twin girls who were around 16 years old. I hadn't seen them for about 5 years. Aunt Sparky's husband was a Doctor and had interned in Chicago and then started a practice somewhere out there. Aunt Sparky would come East once a year to see her mother and would always make sure to see my mother. When her mother became sickly she wouldn't move so Aunt Sparky and her family came to her. They ended up in Northern New Jersey and this was the first time the whole family had visited my parents in this house. That said... before Elle and I could decide what to do my mother was at my window. Without even asking me how I'd done she, more or less, announced to Elle that she was eating with us. She thought it would make the twins more comfortable to have a girl to talk with and not just me. And... she just KNEW that I'd be happy too, to be with Elle. That part was correct but the other part, as you can surmise, was a problem. Elle started to protest but my mother interrupted by saying that it had been OK'ed by her mother. Then I jumped in, saying that we needed to get cleaned up. My mother countered by saying that everybody was in bathing suits and we were eating hamburgers outside. I started to lose my temper and flat out told her that Elle needed to change. My mother was very aware of Elle's "problem" but sometimes she would just become very insensitive. I told Elle to wait to get out of the car until my mother went on up the path. When she stepped out of the car there was no mistaking the wet patch on her backside. I had to wait to get out until my bulge subsided.
The twins, Linda and Lois... or was it Lois and Linda, were identical. Even at 16 they were still dressed the same. Aunt Sparky said she could tell them apart but there was no way I could. They were attractive but nothing that you would call special... average height, weight and figure. They, like Elle and I, were shy at first. By the time the watermellon came out we were all pretty much at ease. My mother ended up insisting that Aunt Sparky and the girls stay over to the next day. She said that they so enjoyed the beach that it didn't seem fair to have to go home. There was a 3pm train that would get them home in daylight so my mother "won" (as usual). The Doctor, with office hours the next day, had to leave. Their decision pretty much messed up Elle's and my Sunday night. We ended up playing board (bored) games with the twins. Elle and I did get a few minutes alone on her front porch but it was nothing memorable.
My mother "informed" me that I was to eat lunch with the twins the next day. I was told I could invite Elle but I was sure she'd rather have the time to herself. When I arrived home at noon, everybody was on the beach. I swear I hadn't had a thought of the twins panties... until I realized that no one was in the house. I checked the downstairs bathroom and found nothing. I quickly ran upstairs and peeked into the room that the girls were sharing and saw what I was looking for. There was a small pile of clothes on each bed. I went to the closest one and carefully rummaged through them, easily finding the "prize". I don't know if I was disappointed but what I held in my hands was a pair of the ever familiar Carter's Spanky Pants. I checked the label to see the size and I remember it being a 14, the same as Judy's had been. But there was something more. A lot more. The first thing I saw was a name tag sewn into the panties just under the label. "LOIS" My immediate thought was why do they need name tags? They both wear the exact same clothes. The next thing I found was three seperate yellow stains, the largest being about the size of an egg and in the same shape. Since they hadn't expected to stay over they didn't bring a change of clothes and this was the second day for them. I stood there wondering, excitedly, which one was Lois. I went to the other bed and found what I expected. There was a name tag in these as well but there was no real yellow stain. What I did find was something of a line of whitish "cheese" that was crusty. I had no idea what that was. By then my heart was really racing and knew I better get downstairs in a hurry. Aunt Sparky had slept in my grandparents room and as I turned to go down the stairs I saw her clothes laid neatly on the bed. What caught my eye was something pink. Now, I think I've mentioned that I'd pretty much ignored panties Of "older" females. I still don't know why but I'd recently been much more cognizant. I darted into the room and stared down at what was, obviously, a pair of pink panties. Only there was something missing... no leg elastics. That puzzeld me, for sure. It was my first look at "tap panties". I dutifully ate my lunch with them and said my "goodbyes", knowing I had a few unexpected memories to contemplate.
To be continued...
When we made the turn towards my house I saw I couldn't pull in the driveway with the boat. I'd forgotten that one of my mother's oldest friends was coming with her family to spend the day. I knew her as "Aunt Sparky" and had met her husband when I was quite young. They had twin girls who were around 16 years old. I hadn't seen them for about 5 years. Aunt Sparky's husband was a Doctor and had interned in Chicago and then started a practice somewhere out there. Aunt Sparky would come East once a year to see her mother and would always make sure to see my mother. When her mother became sickly she wouldn't move so Aunt Sparky and her family came to her. They ended up in Northern New Jersey and this was the first time the whole family had visited my parents in this house. That said... before Elle and I could decide what to do my mother was at my window. Without even asking me how I'd done she, more or less, announced to Elle that she was eating with us. She thought it would make the twins more comfortable to have a girl to talk with and not just me. And... she just KNEW that I'd be happy too, to be with Elle. That part was correct but the other part, as you can surmise, was a problem. Elle started to protest but my mother interrupted by saying that it had been OK'ed by her mother. Then I jumped in, saying that we needed to get cleaned up. My mother countered by saying that everybody was in bathing suits and we were eating hamburgers outside. I started to lose my temper and flat out told her that Elle needed to change. My mother was very aware of Elle's "problem" but sometimes she would just become very insensitive. I told Elle to wait to get out of the car until my mother went on up the path. When she stepped out of the car there was no mistaking the wet patch on her backside. I had to wait to get out until my bulge subsided.
The twins, Linda and Lois... or was it Lois and Linda, were identical. Even at 16 they were still dressed the same. Aunt Sparky said she could tell them apart but there was no way I could. They were attractive but nothing that you would call special... average height, weight and figure. They, like Elle and I, were shy at first. By the time the watermellon came out we were all pretty much at ease. My mother ended up insisting that Aunt Sparky and the girls stay over to the next day. She said that they so enjoyed the beach that it didn't seem fair to have to go home. There was a 3pm train that would get them home in daylight so my mother "won" (as usual). The Doctor, with office hours the next day, had to leave. Their decision pretty much messed up Elle's and my Sunday night. We ended up playing board (bored) games with the twins. Elle and I did get a few minutes alone on her front porch but it was nothing memorable.
My mother "informed" me that I was to eat lunch with the twins the next day. I was told I could invite Elle but I was sure she'd rather have the time to herself. When I arrived home at noon, everybody was on the beach. I swear I hadn't had a thought of the twins panties... until I realized that no one was in the house. I checked the downstairs bathroom and found nothing. I quickly ran upstairs and peeked into the room that the girls were sharing and saw what I was looking for. There was a small pile of clothes on each bed. I went to the closest one and carefully rummaged through them, easily finding the "prize". I don't know if I was disappointed but what I held in my hands was a pair of the ever familiar Carter's Spanky Pants. I checked the label to see the size and I remember it being a 14, the same as Judy's had been. But there was something more. A lot more. The first thing I saw was a name tag sewn into the panties just under the label. "LOIS" My immediate thought was why do they need name tags? They both wear the exact same clothes. The next thing I found was three seperate yellow stains, the largest being about the size of an egg and in the same shape. Since they hadn't expected to stay over they didn't bring a change of clothes and this was the second day for them. I stood there wondering, excitedly, which one was Lois. I went to the other bed and found what I expected. There was a name tag in these as well but there was no real yellow stain. What I did find was something of a line of whitish "cheese" that was crusty. I had no idea what that was. By then my heart was really racing and knew I better get downstairs in a hurry. Aunt Sparky had slept in my grandparents room and as I turned to go down the stairs I saw her clothes laid neatly on the bed. What caught my eye was something pink. Now, I think I've mentioned that I'd pretty much ignored panties Of "older" females. I still don't know why but I'd recently been much more cognizant. I darted into the room and stared down at what was, obviously, a pair of pink panties. Only there was something missing... no leg elastics. That puzzeld me, for sure. It was my first look at "tap panties". I dutifully ate my lunch with them and said my "goodbyes", knowing I had a few unexpected memories to contemplate.
To be continued...
Thursday, November 02, 2006
MORE PROGRESS... really (Part 12a)
At this point the Summer settled into somewhat of a routine. I spent every night possible with Elle and even though she still wasn't allowing the relationship to get too "touchy-feely" there was movement... mostly hers. We'd be well into a passionate kiss and I could feel her body moving in my lap along with some gutteral sounds. I'd make some slight hand movements and then be rebuffed. I wasn't about to quit though.
The next major memory came the first weekend in August. There were ten sailing clubs in and about our area. Once a season the ten would put together a major regatta taking three days and it was hosted by a "real" yacht club. By "real" I mean that it was like a golf country club in that it had a bar, restaurant and other amenities. I always laughed when I saw the officers walking about in their blue blazers complete with gold braid. We, the competitors, looked like bums in T-shirts and bathing suits walking around bare footed. That said, it was always a great time. I'd won in my class of sailbost the previous year and had made sure that the owner of the market gave me Friday and Saturday off. Elle didn't attend most of my sailing efforts, choosing to use the time to visit with her friends. However, this year, with me trying to win again, she said she wanted to come with me on Sunday to see me get the trophy. I REALLY appreciated the confidence she had in me! Once there she hung around and watched my crew, Jack, and I get the boat ready. Just as we were about to leave for the race course I heard a dockhand calling out for anyone interested in going out in the club launch to watch the races. I waved to Elle as we sailed off and didn't give it another thought.
We had enough wind to overcome the swift current that ran between the mainland and the island. I didn't win the race but placed high enough to win the trophy. I expected to find Elle at the dock waiting for me but she was no where to be seen. Jack had to take off early for a family function so I was left to take the boat apart and get it ready to trail home behind my car. I'd hoped Elle would help me so made a tour around the outside of the club but saw no sign of her. Hoping to get a head start on some of the late finishers I moved the boat and trailer out by the road to complete the chore. There was a hedge that separated the yacht club property from the neighboring house so I knew no one could get ahead of me. I was starting to get really concerned when suddenly Elle came running up. I expected at least a kiss but she ran right past me and to the other side of the boat. It was easy to see she was upset. I asked what was wrong and she just shook her head. When I finished securing the boat to the trailer I walked around to where she was. I again asked what was wrong and she pointed to her crotch. That explained the look on her face. I honestly couldn't see anything on the cuffed pair of white shorts she was wearing. But I, of all people, knew what her motions meant. I then asked what had happened.
Long story short... She'd gone out on the launch to watch the races thinking they'd be over fairly quickly. But the launch wasn't coming out to watch just my race and stayed out until the last race was over. It was over three hours and far beyond Elle's ability to hold her pee. When she first felt herself dribbling she moved to the stern (back) of the launch. No one was there because that's where the fumes from the motor were. With her father being a fisherman and with his own boat she had some knowlege about them and knew there were holes (scuppers) back there to let rainwater run off the deck. She positioned herself sideways and went ahead and peed that way hoping no one noticed. After that she tried to make sure her backside was against the railing and kept the beach bag that she'd brought from home in front of her crotch. Then, when the launch arrived back at the dock, she had to take a big step up to get off. When she did a big squirt came out. She said she made it to a ladies room and dried herself as best she could. I told her I couldn't see anything but she didn't believe me. Then she really shocked me by bending over and told me to look at her butt. That about blew me away. Even though she'd reached a point where stripping down to her underwear with me at night, it was still a game of cat and mouse for me to get a peek of her panties or even a VPL (visable panty line). So, now, here she's giving me a REALLY close VPL and with a pee stain to boot. There was no denying that, at least on her butt, it was noticable. She was back to apologizing again and wouldn't look at me. I grabbed at her hands and made her put her arms around me and gave her a big hug (and kiss). That changed her mood. But, when they called for the trophy presentation, she wouldn't go with me. I understood but was disappointed for both of us. It was, purportedly, the reason she'd come with me.
Access to the island was only by ferry. There were three of them but they could only carry between 12 and 15 cars. When there were boat trailers involved (like with so many of the competitors) it became a very slow process. We got in line and waited and waited and waited. By the time we moved up and actually saw the ferry slip we'd been in line for over an hour. To be fair to those with just cars they would only allow three cars with trailers on each ferry. They would load them first and then would try to get as many cars on as possible behind us. We were finally about to load onto the ferry when Elle let out a little moan. I looked over at her and she gave me a sheepish smile and asked if there were any toilets on the ferry. There weren't and there weren't any at the dock either. You didn't buy tickets to get on board. You got on board and THEN paid your fare. I told her to try and hold on as it would be a quick trip. We were on the right hand side of the ferry and up near the front. There was just room enough to open the doors and get out of the car. Even though the weather wasn't particularly hot, sitting in the car for over an hour with no breeze made it uncomfortable. I got out to take advantage of the breeze as well as the picturesque view. I walked around to Elle's side and she gave me this pained look. Somehow I got up the nerve to suggest that she get out of the car and just pee right there. She looked horrified at my suggestion. I stuck my head in the window and pointed out that no one else had gotten out of their cars and that the way the trailer was located on the ferry no one would see or know. By this time she was sizzoring her legs. Then I told (ordered) her to get out. It wasn't as sharp an order as when I'd told her to take off her dress but it somewhat surprised her. She opened the door and managed to squeeze by it but left it open, effectively blocking anyone's possible view. I grabbed her hand and the next thing I knew I could feel something faintly tickling the top of one of my feet. I looked at her and she had her eyes closed. When she finally moved she looked down between her feet. The pee had already run off to the ferry's scuppers. When the ferry made the turn for the slip we both got back in the car, still not saying anything. I was pretty sure she wasn't mad at me but I wanted her to speak first. When she did it was something along the lines of "I can't believe I let you talk me into that." I'm not sure what I said at that point but I know I'd witnessed something really special.
To be continued...
At this point the Summer settled into somewhat of a routine. I spent every night possible with Elle and even though she still wasn't allowing the relationship to get too "touchy-feely" there was movement... mostly hers. We'd be well into a passionate kiss and I could feel her body moving in my lap along with some gutteral sounds. I'd make some slight hand movements and then be rebuffed. I wasn't about to quit though.
The next major memory came the first weekend in August. There were ten sailing clubs in and about our area. Once a season the ten would put together a major regatta taking three days and it was hosted by a "real" yacht club. By "real" I mean that it was like a golf country club in that it had a bar, restaurant and other amenities. I always laughed when I saw the officers walking about in their blue blazers complete with gold braid. We, the competitors, looked like bums in T-shirts and bathing suits walking around bare footed. That said, it was always a great time. I'd won in my class of sailbost the previous year and had made sure that the owner of the market gave me Friday and Saturday off. Elle didn't attend most of my sailing efforts, choosing to use the time to visit with her friends. However, this year, with me trying to win again, she said she wanted to come with me on Sunday to see me get the trophy. I REALLY appreciated the confidence she had in me! Once there she hung around and watched my crew, Jack, and I get the boat ready. Just as we were about to leave for the race course I heard a dockhand calling out for anyone interested in going out in the club launch to watch the races. I waved to Elle as we sailed off and didn't give it another thought.
We had enough wind to overcome the swift current that ran between the mainland and the island. I didn't win the race but placed high enough to win the trophy. I expected to find Elle at the dock waiting for me but she was no where to be seen. Jack had to take off early for a family function so I was left to take the boat apart and get it ready to trail home behind my car. I'd hoped Elle would help me so made a tour around the outside of the club but saw no sign of her. Hoping to get a head start on some of the late finishers I moved the boat and trailer out by the road to complete the chore. There was a hedge that separated the yacht club property from the neighboring house so I knew no one could get ahead of me. I was starting to get really concerned when suddenly Elle came running up. I expected at least a kiss but she ran right past me and to the other side of the boat. It was easy to see she was upset. I asked what was wrong and she just shook her head. When I finished securing the boat to the trailer I walked around to where she was. I again asked what was wrong and she pointed to her crotch. That explained the look on her face. I honestly couldn't see anything on the cuffed pair of white shorts she was wearing. But I, of all people, knew what her motions meant. I then asked what had happened.
Long story short... She'd gone out on the launch to watch the races thinking they'd be over fairly quickly. But the launch wasn't coming out to watch just my race and stayed out until the last race was over. It was over three hours and far beyond Elle's ability to hold her pee. When she first felt herself dribbling she moved to the stern (back) of the launch. No one was there because that's where the fumes from the motor were. With her father being a fisherman and with his own boat she had some knowlege about them and knew there were holes (scuppers) back there to let rainwater run off the deck. She positioned herself sideways and went ahead and peed that way hoping no one noticed. After that she tried to make sure her backside was against the railing and kept the beach bag that she'd brought from home in front of her crotch. Then, when the launch arrived back at the dock, she had to take a big step up to get off. When she did a big squirt came out. She said she made it to a ladies room and dried herself as best she could. I told her I couldn't see anything but she didn't believe me. Then she really shocked me by bending over and told me to look at her butt. That about blew me away. Even though she'd reached a point where stripping down to her underwear with me at night, it was still a game of cat and mouse for me to get a peek of her panties or even a VPL (visable panty line). So, now, here she's giving me a REALLY close VPL and with a pee stain to boot. There was no denying that, at least on her butt, it was noticable. She was back to apologizing again and wouldn't look at me. I grabbed at her hands and made her put her arms around me and gave her a big hug (and kiss). That changed her mood. But, when they called for the trophy presentation, she wouldn't go with me. I understood but was disappointed for both of us. It was, purportedly, the reason she'd come with me.
Access to the island was only by ferry. There were three of them but they could only carry between 12 and 15 cars. When there were boat trailers involved (like with so many of the competitors) it became a very slow process. We got in line and waited and waited and waited. By the time we moved up and actually saw the ferry slip we'd been in line for over an hour. To be fair to those with just cars they would only allow three cars with trailers on each ferry. They would load them first and then would try to get as many cars on as possible behind us. We were finally about to load onto the ferry when Elle let out a little moan. I looked over at her and she gave me a sheepish smile and asked if there were any toilets on the ferry. There weren't and there weren't any at the dock either. You didn't buy tickets to get on board. You got on board and THEN paid your fare. I told her to try and hold on as it would be a quick trip. We were on the right hand side of the ferry and up near the front. There was just room enough to open the doors and get out of the car. Even though the weather wasn't particularly hot, sitting in the car for over an hour with no breeze made it uncomfortable. I got out to take advantage of the breeze as well as the picturesque view. I walked around to Elle's side and she gave me this pained look. Somehow I got up the nerve to suggest that she get out of the car and just pee right there. She looked horrified at my suggestion. I stuck my head in the window and pointed out that no one else had gotten out of their cars and that the way the trailer was located on the ferry no one would see or know. By this time she was sizzoring her legs. Then I told (ordered) her to get out. It wasn't as sharp an order as when I'd told her to take off her dress but it somewhat surprised her. She opened the door and managed to squeeze by it but left it open, effectively blocking anyone's possible view. I grabbed her hand and the next thing I knew I could feel something faintly tickling the top of one of my feet. I looked at her and she had her eyes closed. When she finally moved she looked down between her feet. The pee had already run off to the ferry's scuppers. When the ferry made the turn for the slip we both got back in the car, still not saying anything. I was pretty sure she wasn't mad at me but I wanted her to speak first. When she did it was something along the lines of "I can't believe I let you talk me into that." I'm not sure what I said at that point but I know I'd witnessed something really special.
To be continued...
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