Wednesday, June 27, 2007

INTO THE "REAL" SUMMER... (Part 24i)

The races had started by the time I arrived. As I walked through the pits a number of cars weren’t in their space, including my own car. But I didn’t hear the roar of engines. In fact, I remember that I actually couldn’t even hear the sound of a motor running and that was really strange. All the people in the pits were standing up at the fence surrounding the track. It took a little effort but I finally found a place where I could get a look out onto the track. There were a few cars parked out there with their motors turned off. But, what made my heart sink was the mass of cars down in the first turn... with my car hung up on the guard rail. The track was actually blocked which is why no engines were running. There were two wreckers attempting to disentangle the mess. I tried to get on the track but the officials wouldn’t let any more people out there. All I could do was to stand and watch. After a few minutes, Cliff, the driver of my car (and my boss) came walking across the infield with his helmet in hand. I tried to talk to him to ask what happened but he was so mad he just walked by and over to our tow vehicle. I knew enough to leave him alone.

When they finally towed my car into the pits it was a sickening sight. It had a bent frame just like the first car they’d built over the winter. Actually, it was worse. I was really down. It wasn’t just the money... it was the hours and hours that had gone into building it. The immediate problem was in how to get the car back to the gas station. In those days we all flat towed the race cars behind a regular car or pickup truck. As bent as the car was it just wasn’t capable of being towed in that fashion. I ended up getting my friend Cliffy’s father to tow it home with his wrecker. Once that was arranged I went to find Elle in the grandstands. I remember walking around the perimeter of the track and actually not wanting to see her.

One of the things that she sometimes did to pass her time while at the races was to “babysit” a few of the kids who’s fathers worked on the car. That’s what she was doing when I finally found her. She was genuinely happy to see me even if I wasn’t equally happy to see her. In spite of the fact that I was obviously unhappy, she proceeded to tell me that she’d decided to go and see Carol’s parents about her “problem. I wasn’t prepared to hear that, especially then.

As an adult I now know that I was being self centered and selfish. Actually, I was feeling sorry for myself and failed to recognize what a huge hurdle Elle had overcome in making that decision. I remember stopping at the gas station on the way home to look at the car which only served to reinforce my self pity. Needless to say there wasn’t any ”up close and personal that night.

Elle had made arrangements at work so she could go with me the next day. However, she changed her mind due to my casual indifference to her and her decision. Of course that made me upset. John, (my crew) wasn’t much help, constantly quizzing me why she wasn’t with us. Once we arrived and started getting the boat ready to race my attitude changed. After the first two (of three) races I was in second place and all I had to do was not make a mistake and I’d be qualified for the national championships for the first time.

We’d gotten there early which allowed me to walk around a bit and “visit” with some of the other competitors. One stop, of course, was to see the twins. As I walked over I was hoping that they would, again, be wearing regular clothes to sail in. It wasn’t to be. As I approached I could see Pam was in a bathing suit. Penny was no where to be seen so I still held out some hope. We chatted about how well I was doing and the projected wind conditions for the day’s race. Just before the warning horn blew to tell the competitors to get their boats in the water, Penny walked up. She was also in a bathing suit but she had a pile of clothing in her hands. She put it down on the deck of the boat and then ducked her head under the rear deck. Right on top was a neatly folded pair of panties. Even though I was on the opposite side of the boat from where the clothes were I could clearly recognize the waist elastic as being the same as on the panties both of them had worn the day before. For some reason that made me happy. I remember asking what she was looking for. She popped her head back up and had a small canvas bag in her hand. I watched as she tried to put the clothes in the bag. I had already started to head for my boat which took me around to the side of their boat where Penny was standing. I remember her trying to get the whole pile stuffed into the bag at once and that the panties that had been on top didn’t make it. They fell to the ground just about the time I rounded the back of the boat. They ended up on the ground right at Penny’s feet. I didn’t have to think twice about it but immediately went for them. The most vivid memory of that was the absolute thickness of the panties. I certainly didn’t have the opportunity to inspect them and to look at the label but I sure wished I could’ve. Actually, what I wanted to know was just where they were purchased.

Pam had predicted that the wind would come in early and she was right. Stronger winds were an advantage for me and a disadvantage for the girls. I concentrated on not making any mistakes and sailed rather conservatively. I honestly don’t remember where I finished but it was good enough that I held on to my second place. That meant I’d accomplished my goal and had qualified for the championships.

After returning to shore we all unrigged the boats and prepared for our trip home. However, for those who finished in the top five overall there was a trophy presentation. Since the races had been held at the home club of the twins, they were there when the trophys were handed out. Penny was wearing white shorts and I was hoping that I’d get a look at a VPL before we left. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. It turned out to be better than that. The top three finishers (those who had qualified for the championships) and their crews were invited to a small reception. I honestly didn’t know it until then but the girls’ father was the “Commodore”. I was duly impressed. We were taken into a small room which was called “The Sun Room”. It was furnished with white wicker furniture with upholstered cushions. When I walked in there was Penny, sitting in one of the chairs that had an ottoman in front of it. She had her feet up on the ottoman and as I approached I could see right up the leg openings of her shorts. I could see the band legs on the crotch which confirmed that they were the same as I’d seen on her boat earlier that day. I know I was staring when I approached her. As the other people filed in she got up but I’d gotten more than I hoped for. When it was time to leave both Pam and Penny came up to congratulate me and to say they’d see me at the local championships in a few weeks. After this weekend, I couldn’t wait.

To be continued...

Friday, June 22, 2007

INTO THE "REAL" SUMMER... (Part 24h)

Once they blew the horn to signal the opening ceremonies I managed to get refocused on sailing. Because we were sailing in the morning there was very little breeze. I always wore my regular clothes to sail in and, on that morning, so did a lot of others including Pam and Penny. I liked the facilities at their club but as far as the racing was concerned, because they were familiar with the tidal currents, the locals held an advantage. At the first mark it was a local in front and Pam was third. I was back a ways. As the race progressed I managed to get up to second and to hold it to the finish, just beating out the twins. I teased them all the way back to the shore for our lunch break as they‘d taunted me all the while they were ahead of me. Because of the closeness of their boat to mine I was able to study the girls backsides. I did manage to see some white around Penny’s waistband but wasn’t close enough to see if it was the same waistband as what I’d seen Pam wearing that morning. As far as any wetness was concerned, there wasn’t any. That, more or less, shot down my idea that Pam wore the heavy panties for that reason. When we tied up in the marina for lunch the tide had gone out which made disembarking difficult at best. I’d managed to get the spot by the ladder and the twins asked if they could come aboard my boat to get access. Of course I said ”yes”. It wasn’t that I was a “gentleman”. It was because I hoped to get a peek up the leg openings of their shorts.

I was rewarded... in multiple ways. Knowing what Pam was wearing pretty much gave me a clue as to what I’d see when she climbed up so I didn’t make a real effort to peek. I didn’t want to give myself away in front of Penny. When Penny stepped up onto the ladder rungs I was right behind, and under, her. I swear that if she’d intended to give me a “free show” she couldn’t have given me a better view. Maybe it was the way her shorts were tailored but as I looked up I saw about 75% of her crotch. The panties were band leg and the crotch was very wide. If I’d had to make a bet at that point I would’ve bet they were the same as her sister wore. I actually had to wait a minute for my bulge to go down to climb up myself.

Buddy had finished somewhere in the middle of the fleet so wasn't in the marina by the time the twins and I went ashore. Carol had set aside a small parcel of grass under a tree for us to eat our lunch and was waiting for us. I was sorry that we’d agreed to do it because I wanted to eat with or at least nearby the twins. By the time Buddy got there with his crew I was finished eating. I excused myself saying I’d be back in a little while and went looking for the girls. As soon as I found them I was kicking myself. Because their family were members of the club they had access to the cabanas. Pam was lying on a chaise with her blouse pulled up so that I could see the bottom band of her bra. But, more interesting than that was that I could see the waistband of her panties right across her tummy. I could feel the bulge building. Penny was no where in sight. I had a bottle of soda and walked up along side Pam, holding the bottle over her bare stomach. The condensation on the bottle was creating drips and I wanted one to land on her. While I waited I kept staring at the waistband and, again, wondering why she was wearing that type of panty. Before my “drip” made its target, Penny walked in, waking Pam up. As I remember it she made no attempt to cover herself which surprised me. I continued to stand as Penny sat on the end of the chaise. When she did I got what I’d been waiting for... a DP. And, just as I’d thought since looking up the leg openings of her shorts, the waistband was the same as her sister.

We chatted about the race and, because I knew they liked me, I tried to get some information as to what to expect for currents for the afternoon race. They weren’t about to give that info away but they did end up asking me to attend a party that night. Of all times for something like that to happen that was not it. I knew it was gonna be a struggle to get to the racetrack in time plus Elle was going to meet me there. I will admit to being just a bit tempted.

The need to get information about the tidal currents for the afternoon race was negated by a nice stiff southerly breeze. I got a decent start and stayed near the front for the whole race. I think I ended up third and Buddy ended up right behind me. Unfortunately for the twins the wind overpowered them and they finished well back in the fleet. I headed right for shore so that I could get on my way to the car races. Buddy had offered to take my crew home with him so that wasn’t a problem. Most of the visiting boats had elected to launch from the beach so as to avoid the congestion created by the one hoist in the marina. It wasn’t a problem when we lifted the boats into the water in the morning as there was little wind and no waves. When we got back to the shore the waves were quite high and made it difficult to get the sails down and to get the lifting bars under the boats to get them out of the water. In Buddy’s case, his crew lost hold of a bar and it started to float away. Carol was standing right at the water’s edge and when the bar started drifting away she ran in after it. I saw her retrieve it in about waist deep water. I couldn’t wait to see her in her wet shorts. Unfortunately she stayed on the other side of Buddy’s boat so by the time I got a glimpse of her her shorts had started to dry and were no longer clinging to her. Yes. I did get a VPL view but it wasn’t as good as it would’ve been had I seen her when she came out of the water. Along the same lines, I also had a thought to walk over to the marina to see if Pam and Penny had made it ashore. I wanted to see the panty lines made by the heavy cotton band leg panties I knew they were wearing. But I knew it was going to be a rush to get to the car races before they started so quickly gave up on that idea and headed for the locker room to get a shower and change my clothes.

To be continued...

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

INTO THE "REAL" SUMMER... (Part 24g)

When we finished up I’d wanted to go to the abandoned garage to “park” but there was still daylight. I didn’t want to chance being seen by a neighbor so asked Elle where she’d be comfortable. She surprised me and said she would really like to go somewhere to watch the sunset. Knowing that she was still upset from the happenings of the afternoon I didn’t argue. The best place was down at the old lighthouse. If you walked along the beach (made of pebbles) a short ways there was a perfect viewing place. All I could hope for was that no one else would be there with us.

At least, on this point, luck was with me. As we walked towards the spot another couple was headed our way. As the guy was carrying a basket I surmised that they had enjoyed a picnic supper. Rocks had fallen from the bluffs above and had formed a small wall for people to sit on and to lean against. As we approached the place I remember wishing that I had a blanket or something soft to sit on. We found a place that was moderately comfortable and settled in. My guess is that it took about a half hour for the sun to disappear below the horizon. I don’t remember what we talked about, if anything. When I suggested that we leave, Elle said she thought she better pee first. THAT caught my attention! She asked me to check to see if anyone was headed our way and by the time I did and returned she was in the process of taking off her panties... or so I thought. It was only the pad and heavy cotton panties. I honestly thought I was going to see her with no panties but she still had on a pair. At least I got to watch her pee through them. Then she put the cotton panties and pad back on. By this point my hopes (and something else) were getting higher.

Back at my car she just wanted to talk. It was the same subject. I sensed that she agreed with my reasoning but was reluctant to commit to it. I also sensed that there was little to no chance of us getting “up close and personal” so I ended up driving home. Her parents had gone to bed so she felt safe in going in without being hassled about not coming home for supper. I went to bed totally confused. In retrospect I know I was afraid of just what an operation might mean as far as my enjoyment of her wet panties would mean. I was thinking that if it was successful that when I wanted her to give me a little pee for “lubrication” that she’d say “no”. But, at the same time I did love her for who she was. The wetness was just an added feature. But, it was a long, restless night!

I don’t think I got to see Elle Elle for more than few minutes over the next few days. Between work and working on the racecar really left little time. There was another reason. I didn’t want to go through the whole discussion thing again with her. By Friday night it had become apparent that the car would be ready to race. I was glad because I wasn’t going to be there (at work) on Saturday. During the sailing season there were two major events that took up both Saturday and Sunday and one of those was this weekend. It was called the “Territorials” and it determined who from our geographic area would go to the national championships. In spite of having done really well in local races the two previous Summers I’d managed to screw up in the Territorials. Heading into the weekend I’d not been sailing well and was even thinking of not even sailing in the event. It was my friend, Buddy, who persuaded me to go. I met him at the sailing club at just about dusk and we helped each other to unrig our boats and prepare them to be trailed to the event, an hour and a half away. Carol was also there and I, as usual, was checking her out for a VPL. We agreed to meet at 6:30am and to follow each other. John. my crew was going to be dropped off at my house so I didn’t have to worry about that. Once that was done it was back to the gas station to finish up with the racecar.

We arrived at the location of the event with time to spare. John had an upset stomach (nerves) so I was left to rig the boat by myself. Now I’d mentioned there were two major sailing events each Summer. The previous Summer, at the other event, I’d met two girls who were also racing the same kind of boat as I had. They were twins, Pam and Penny, and all I can surmise is that they had a crush on me. (I swear it’s not my ego talking) After each race they’d come over and want to talk about tactics and a lot of trivial stuff. John liked to tease me about it. In any case, as I started putting the boat together both of them walked up. As it so happened, they belonged to the sailing club where the event was taking place. Pam was definitely the aggressor and asked if there was anything she could do to help. I handed her a couple of the fastening pins that were used to hold the mast in place and asked if she’d put them in place. I was adjusting the mast and was inside the boat when I heard a soft curse. I popped my head up and didn’t see Pam. I looked over the side and saw the most glorious DP (down pants) staring up at me. She’d dropped one of the pins in the sand and was bent over from the waist looking for it. What I saw was a pair of red cotton shorts with a swatch of white about 5 inches across and maybe two inches deep (right in the middle). I didn’t say a word but just kept staring at that. What was so intriguing was that the waistband of her panties was the same as Anne (the girl I’d spent time with in Florida a few years before) had worn. I didn’t think I’d ever see them again as I surely hadn’t seen them since. I’ll say I watched for well over a minute. When she finally found the pin and stood up, the bulge in my pants was hard to hide. I don’t know if I did or not hide it but nothing was said. It was actually hard to concentrate after that. I made a conscious effort to see if she would bend over again but the best I got was a VPL of the leg opening (they were band leg cotton panties and VERY thick) I can tell you my mind was going a million miles an hour. I was surprised that those kind of panties were made for people that big. (The girls were about 5’6“ tall and maybe 125 pounds) When I’d seen Anne’s panties in Florida they were definitely much smaller because she was very petite. I’d just assumed that they didn’t come much bigger. Knowing that Anne wore them for a dribbling problem had me wondering if it was the same for Pam. I’d not even given the thought that Penny, her sister, might also be wearing the same kind of panties. Even though they were twins they’d gotten away from the ”cutesie“, same as each other, clothes. As I remember it Penny was wearing blue shorts.

To be continued...

Saturday, June 16, 2007

INTO THE "REAL" SUMMER... (Part 24f)

Knowing that Elle was scheduled to work that evening (unfortunately) I was surprised to see her drive up with Carol at around 6pm. I was working on the last of the cars to be washed for the day but stopped when they drove up. I could tell that Elle was upset by the look on her face. She asked if she could use the phone and, of course, I said ”yes“. Carol had pulled her car right up to the door of the office so I didn’t get a good look but when I saw Elle get out I noticed her run her hand down over her butt which kind of gave me a hint. I went over to the office to see what was happening and I could hear Elle pleading on the phone with Thea to come in to work for her. Hearing that, I got excited by thinking she was doing it for me so that we could have more time together that night. When she hung up I could tell that the other girl had said she’d come in for Elle by the look on her face. Elle was wearing one of her flowered Summer dresses and I was all wet and dirty so I didn’t want to get too close to her. She asked how long I’d be and, seeing Tony finishing up the car we’d been working on together, said I could probably leave in a few minutes. I went over and asked him to cover for me for the last few cars and gave Elle the ”high sign“. I watched her say good bye to Carol and then walk towards my car. Again, she ran her hand over her backside as she walked.

Once in the car I asked how things went. It was like I turned on a faucet by asking the question. As wet and dirty as I was I was surprised that she snuggled right up to me and buried her head into my shoulder, sobbing away. I’m not sure how long it was before she regained control of her emotions but I sat there, holding her and rubbing her back until she did.

When she was able to talk she told me about what had happened. Initially I thought she was upset that she’d wet herself in front of Carol, embarassing herself. That part was true but it was what happened afterwards that had her so wrought up. She told me how the wetting took place and how she’d tried to, more or less, hide it from Carol. But she couldn’t and when Carol realized what had happened she proceeded to ask Elle all sorts of questions concerning her wetting. Elle told me that it was more embarassing than the wetting itself. Carol had asked about Elle’s wetting history and, even though Elle tried to put her off, she was persistent so Elle finally told her about it.

(Now I need to bring in some background here... Carol’s parents were both Doctors. Her Mother was a general practitioner who’d gravitated towards children and teens. Her Father was a urologist. Carol was planning on following in her parents footsteps and was taking pre med courses in college. That said, on with the ”rest of the story“.)

After quizzing Elle about her wetting history and telling her about her parents and her own plans, Carol couldn’t believe that Elle’s parents had never really tried to do anything about her condition. Elle even explained that one of her Mother’s relatives had died during a simple operation and that from then on her mother had little trust of Doctors. Basically, what Carol then did was to try and convince Elle to let her Father and Mother see her (at no cost) to see if there wasn’t something they could do for her. The reason Elle was so upset was that she was fearful of going behind her Mother’s back if she took Carol up on her offer. After getting all that out to me she, again, started crying.

While sitting there holding her I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. As much as her wetting excited me when we were alone, I honestly was embarrassed when she’d have an ”accident” in public. When she finally calmed down she looked up at me and asked what I thought she should do. I remember hesitating but common sense took control and I told her that seeing Carol’s parents wasn’t really going behind her mother’s back. I told her it was just like in school when we had to do research for a paper... she was collecting information.

I couldn’t believe it when I saw Tony heading for his car. I looked at my watch and over an hour had passed. My next thought was about Elle and her need for a bathroom. I remember making some kind of comment about it and watching Elle put her hand up under her skirt. She gave me one of those “too late” looks as she slid across the seat and headed for the rest room. When she returned she explained that after some people had stopped to help them get gas that she’d been able to slip on the spare panties she always carried with her, along with a pad, and that they had caught most of her “leak”. I suggested that maybe we should head for home but she said she didn’t want to... that she was already in trouble for missing supper... and that she wanted to be with me. Of course that made me feel good but I was still in my grubby work clothes. But I wasn’t going to make a point of it.

Since the guys who helped on the racecar had been killing themselves to get it done and we weren’t racing that night, we’d all decided to take a break. The only thing was that I’d really not had anything substantial to eat since breakfast and I was famished. One of our regular customers owned a small diner right up the road so we headed for it. Elle knew one of the waitresses as she’d gone to high school with her. She’d been a foreign exchange student from Sweden who, after a year at a University at home, had returned to the US to work for the Summer. (As an aside, Tony and I would sometimes stop at the diner after the races to not only get a bite to eat but it allowed Tony lust after her. Her name was Elise and not exactly the typical Swedish girl. She wasn’t blonde but she did have “curves” and was very “friendly”. On some nights we’d get there after the lights on the road sign had been turned off. If Elise was still there she’d let us in. One night when we’d gotten there late, we walked around to the back and saw the door to the kitchen open. We saw that Elise was in the process of changing out of her uniform. I remember the bright white of her bra and panties seeming to stand out against her tanned skin. Tony was beside himself while watching (not that I wasn’t). I remember looking at her as she took our order and visualizing her standing there in just her bra and panties. But my real thoughts were on what Elle and I were going to be doing after we ate. I was excited in my anticipation, to say the least.

To be continued...

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

INTO THE REAL SUMMER... (Part 24e)

The next day was a very long one! I found myself wishing time away, something I seldom ever did. As I remember it, busuness was brisk so I never got a lunch break and the first time I got to see Elle was when I went over to her house after supper to drive her to work that evening. She had a brown paper bag with her that held Carol’s clothes. I was happy to see Elle, of course, but my heart was really beating fast in anticipation of not only peeking into the bag but also holding and inspecting Carol’s panties. After dropping Elle off at the drug store I pulled my car into the church parking lot.

I carefully opened the bag and right on top of the neatly folded clothes was a bra and panties. Seeing the bra was an added treat but the panties were what I coveted. I slid everything out and onto the seat. The first thing I did was to pick up the panties and to spread them out. The crotch was huge, at least from front to back. I remember wishing that I had a pair of Elle’s nylon panties to compare them to. When I turned them over, the crotch panel across the back was way big which explained why getting a VPL was so easy to see when with Carol. I then picked them up and looked inside. The label read “Van Raalte”, a brand I’d not heard of before. The size was 5, the same as Elle. I’d seen the tunnel waist elastic before but the crotch size had my complete attention. Oh how I wanted to get some of those for Elle!

On my way to Buddy’s (with the clothes) I started thinking of ways to find out just where Carol had bought the panties. Having seen her VPL’s a few times and, having seen her panties hanging on the clothes line at the end of the previous Summer, I felt that the panties in the bag were the kind she wore on a regular basis and not just a random pair. While dropping them off at Buddy’s house I casually looked around to see if it might be possible to sneak a pair off the clothes line at night if, for some reason, her mother left them out overnight. As I drove to the gas station I devised a plan that would, on a few nights, allow me to at least check the washline out. It gave me some hope as I pretty much knew I’d never be able to find out where the panties were purchased.

That night it became clearly evident the the new racecar would not be ready for Wednesday night. I decided that, in a perverse way, it was good news for I’d be able to have a night alone with Elle. However, typical for that Summer, something happened to partly derail that plan. Elle normally only went to the races with me on Saturday nights and worked on Wednesday nights. When she wanted to change her schedule she would usually do it with her Mother who also worked at the store. The fly in the ointment, if you will, was that her mother wouldn’t work the last shift. The other girl who worked there, Thea, wasn’t the most cooperative person in the world and wouldn’t commit to changing with Elle. On top of that, as it turned out, Carol invited Elle to go bathing suit shopping with her that afternoon. As innocent as that appered to be on the surface, it turned out to be quite a turning point for Elle (and me) that Summer (and beyond).

Carol picked Elle up when she finished her morning shift and they headed for the stores that Elle normally shopped, about 10 miles away. Elle seldom wore a “package” (pad, heavy cotton panties and the sanitary brief) to work as she had ready access to a bathroom. Carol had stopped into the drug store for something, and, seeing Elle, asked her, on the spur of the moment, to go with her. Elle, liking Carol and wanting to please her, said “yes“, without really thinking about her ”problem“ so wasn’t really prepared for a shopping trip. As Elle explained it to me, she had opportunities to use the bathroom while in the stores but, Carol, not finding anything she really liked, asked Elle if there was any place else they could go. The nearest town with any decent shopping was over a half hour away. That shouldn’t have been a problem except that Carol hadn’t put any gas in the car. Since all I have is a memory of what Elle told me I’ll pretty much ”cut to the quick“ here and say that before they got help, Elle had wet herself and couldn’t hide it from Carol. She, of course, was totally embarrassed. But, what happened next was to be life changing for Elle (and me).