AUGUST... The backside of Summer... (Part 26d)
The next few weeks are kind of a jumble in my mind. There were a few things that happened that kind of messed up my already harried life. Tony, my friend who worked at the gas station with me got ”grounded” by his mother. Earlier in the Summer he’d picked up a girl at the movies and had been seeing her, on and off. As I remember it, Tony had come home one night and, probably drunk, had left his car in the middle of the driveway. His mother, very devoted to the church, couldn’t get her car out to go and got in Tony’s car to move it. When she did she found a used condom on the floor. Well, Tony’s ass was grass and his mother was the lawn mower. He was allowed to use the car to go to work but he, and the car, had to be home when the sun went down. That affected me in that Tony had been closing the gas station down at night which allowed me to pick Elle up when she finished up at 9pm. That gave us 3 three hours alone. Now it would be up to me to close up and only an hour with Elle. The worst part of that was that it’d have to be at her house. There was no way her mother would allow her to go out anywhere after 11pm. Actually, it made for a really long day for me as I also opened up at 7am. However, it did give me time off in the afternoons. Elle didn’t work every afternoon which should’ve worked in my favor. But, as far as the “amorous” side of the equation went, it didn’t as Elle had her period during most of that time.
There were two “panty related” incidents that took place around that time. I’m not sure the order of them but one had to do with the ladies rest room at the gas station. After opening all the garage bay doors when I got there in the morning I had to make sure the rest rooms were “acceptable”. That meant toilet paper, soap and paper towels were in place and that the floors weren’t a mess. I’d usually take a damp mop and quickly swipe the floors. On this one day I just flung the mop head around the base of the ladies toilet and saw something come out from behind it. I picked it up thinking it was a wadded up paper towel. But it was cloth and it only took a second or two to see it was a pair of cotton panties. I shook them out and could see the yellow stain in the crotch area. I could feel a bulge growing in my pants as I did. I took a peek at the label but only found a small tag with the size (5) in them. They were what I called “common” panties. The type you’d find at a 5 & 10 cent store. But, what was interesting was that there was a name tag sewn into the elastic in the back of them. Both Elle and I had name tags sewn into our clothes when we left for college so the tag told me that they probably belonged to a college girl. I tried to remember who I’d waited on the night before and couldn’t come up with anyone. I still found it interesting and gave me something to ponder when things were slow.
The other incident happened as I was closing the station up one night. If business was really slow I’d “cheat” and close a bit early. I’d close all the bay doors and make sure the rest rooms were locked and then run out in the road. If I couldn’t see any headlights coming from either direction I’d run back inside and throw the switch to shut down the big sign out by the road. As I closed the door to the office three girls came jogging up. I was not expecting anyone so they sort of scared me. One asked if I had a car and when I said I did she asked if I could give them a ride to the Catholic girls camp down the road. I herded them out back and to my car and started down the road. I was wondering how they were allowed out as everything I’d heard was that they were pretty much sequestered there, especially at night. I didn’t say anything though. All of a sudden the girl in the front seat sort of screamed for me to stop. I didn’t see anything in the road but did as she instructed. Then she told me she had to find a small road off to the right. Then it hit me.
When I’d taken the Nun’s car back to the camp earlier that Summer I’d done a little “exploring” on my own afterwards, trying to find out how far back the camp property actually ran. I didn’t remember the name of the road (it was more like a path as it wasn’t paved) or anything that I could use as a point of reference. So, we went slowly. After going past a couple of them the girl told me to turn down one. We went past a few small bungalows and then the girl cried out for me to stop and turn out the lights. She was sure it was the right road and called for the other girls to follow her. I watched them run down the road a short way and then run into the underbrush. I was intrigued. I remembered I’d found the back fence when I’d done my exploring and had seen two T pole wash lines right along side the fence. All of a sudden I found my heart racing. I shut the motor off and got out. My eyes had become accustomed to the darkness and the ambient light allowed me to find the silhouette of the administration building roof. I followed it and quickly found the fence, a typical chain link one. I also found where the girls had gotten out and back into the grounds. They hadn’t even tried to pull it back into place. I got on my hands and knees and crawled through. I swear I could hear my heart beating.
From where I was I could see both the washlines. The one closest to me didn’t have much on it but the one closest to the building had a lot more. Walking right up along the fence I made my way to them. The back row was mostly bathing suits and towels but when I ducked under them I found what I was hoping for... panties! I knew that most of the girls at the camp were in their early teens but the counselors were mostly college students. I pretty much assumed that's what the girls I’d just helped were. I was hoping that I’d find some of their things. If I were to guess I’d say there were probably ten to twelve pair right there in front of me intermingled with shorts and blouses. The whiteness of them contrasted nicely so that I could get an idea of size. There were three cotton pair all together and they seemed to be about the size that Elle wore. They also weren’t the band leg type like the Carter’s Spanky Pants that she wore. That intrigued me. I’ll bet I stood there for at least three minutes trying to make up my mind as to weather to take them or not. I finally decided to take just one. I pulled the clothes pins off and stuffed them into my pocket. I held the panties, damp in the evening air, in my hand as I worked my way back to the opening in the fence. Once back outside I made an attempt to push the fence back in place and then headed for my car. I remember being glad to sit down as I was actually shaking. I spread the panties out on the seat and just looked at them as I tried to calm down. When I finally did I ended up backing out of the road before turning on my lights. I never touched the panties until I got home. Using the light from the light in the driveway the first thing I did was to look for the label. It was on the waist elastic on the left hand side. I knew I’d seen that before. Unfortunately, the label was so washed out that there wasn’t enough light to read it. I also noticed that the panties weren’t white but appeared to be light yellow. I did more inspecting around the waist and, like the panties I’d found at the gas station, found a name tag. That was exciting, although I didn’t know what I’d do with the information.
I stuffed them into my pants pocket and headed for my room. Then with enough light I was able to determine that the panties were the Lollypop brand and a size 6. I’d only seen a few Lollypops and they were all band leg so this was a first. They belonged to a girl named Jill and I immediately wondered if she was one of the girls I’d given a lift to earlier. The only one I got even a brief look at was the one in the front seat. She wasn’t anything special but I went to sleep fantasizing that the panties were hers.
To be continued...
Monday, September 24, 2007
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
AUGUST... The backside of Summer (Part 26c)
After the race and back at the club I found out that the twins had managed to do well and so had Buddy and Carol. I felt good for them but was now really upset in that, to beat Billy for the trophy, I had to beat him in the last race the next day. I wasn’t much interested in visiting with anyone and just remember leaving as soon as I could. My mood hadn’t changed by the time I got home. Even though the racecar I’d bought from my friend Cliffy wasn’t ready to race I’d originally intended to go to the races anyway. Elle, without my car racing, had no interest in going and had made other plans. So, basically, I stayed home wallowing in self pity.
When I woke up Sunday morning I found the absolutely worst scenario for me as far as sailing was concerned. No wind! I remember saying a prayer that it would come up. One of the things that most racers would do on the ferry trip to the island was to get the ferry hands to give them the time for the tide changes. I’m not going to try and explain the importance of this information in detail but serious racers needed to know. The water we sailed in had definite patterns of water flow that affected our performance. When the tide was coming in it pushed the boat one way and when it was going out it would push it the other way. Basically, you didn’t want to be in the area where the water was flowing the fastest. Having said all that, with little wind to work with, tides would be a major factor in the race. I was all bent out of shape because we were probably one of the heaviest competitors. I think Billy might have been the next heaviest. Once the race started it was obvious that the lighter teams had an advantage. The twins ended up rounding the first mark leading. I don’t remember where we were but we were ahead of Billy. Using all the local knowledge I had gleaned in past years I managed to work my way up to fourth or fifth as we headed for the finish line with Billy right behind me. I’m not sure if the twins were still first but they were ahead of us. The way the course was set up we had to go from the mainland side towards the island and had to cross right through the swiftest tidal waters. However, almost everybody knew when the tide was to change direction and it was just about at that time. Tide changes from in to out don’t happen like turning a light switch on or off. As the time for the change approaches, the flow lessens, almost like a dimmer on that light switch. As we all started across, the leaders decided to try and avoid the tidal area. Knowing that it wasn’t really all that bad I headed straight for the finish line with Billy following me. When the gun went off signifying that I’d won the race it also meant that I’d won the trophy for the third year in a row. I was ecstatic.
I think the twins held on to finish third. With the boats back on dry land they came over to congratulate me. The first thing I noticed was that the first one to arrive (I think it was Penny) had a wet spot in the crotch of her red shorts. We never had enough wind to make a wave so, in my mind, it probably was pee. With little wind it had taken almost three hours to complete the race. I remember watching her approach and feeling a bulge start. She wanted to give me a hug and a kiss and the last thing I wanted her to know was that I had the start of a hard-on. I remember bending down and over just to avoid our mid sections touching. Any doubt as to the origination of the wet spot was put to rest when the other twin arrived a few seconds later. It was something like “Have you no shame?” as she brushed past her to give me a kiss and a hug.
Elle had come with me like she had the previous year but she didn’t make the same mistake of going out on a spectator boat. Instead, she had walked down by the ferry slip to watch the race from there. Upon her return to the clubhouse she went in to change her “package” and, as luck would have it, she appeared just as the second twin was giving me my congratulatory hug. I could see the disapproving look on her face as she got to us. When I went to give her a kiss she just backed away. Not what I wanted! I tried to explain but she walked away.
David and I got the boat ready to trail home and about the time we were through it was time to hand out the trophies. Elle was with us as we waited. I remember feeling someone touch me on the shoulder and turned to see one of the twins and a man and woman behind her. It turned out they were the parents and they wanted to meet me. The father shook my hand and thanked me profusely for helping the girls. I was truly embarrassed. Then I remember the mother thanking me for encouraging the girls about their racing. Even today I can’t remember having said anything that could have been construed as encouragement but what could I say or do. I do remember introducing Elle and David to them and explaining that it was David who’s part had allowed the girls to continue racing that weekend. That fact notwithstanding, they continued to thank me. I remember being thankful when the horn blew to signify the start of the ceremonies.
When the program was over and we were getting ready to leave, the twins father came up to me and gave me (and Elle and David) a personal invitation to come to a party at their house at the end of August. He got my address and said that I’d get a formal invitation in a week or so. Elle still didn’t know what to make of the whole thing. David had made an attempt to explain to her what had happened to the twin’s boat and that “all the fuss” had to do with that. Even with that I remember it being a quiet (and long) wait to get on the ferry. It was during this time that I started to think about how long it’d been since Elle had used the ladies room. Because of my poor attitude that morning I really hadn’t any idea what Elle had chosen to wear as her “package” that day. There still weren’t any toilets at the ferry slip and as I calculated it, by the time we got on the ferry it was over two hours. I remembered what had happened on the ferry exactly one year earlier and that thought started a “bulge“ going. The big difference from that day was David. There was no way I was going to be able to ask her about her status or to try and persuade her to ”just go“ if she were struggling. So I just kept quiet... and kept observing.
Since David lived at the East end of our community he volunteered to walk home so I could just drive into my driveway. If there was any conversation on the trip home I don’t remember any of it. I do remember Elle staying in the car until David started walking away. Just as she started to get out of the car my parents started walking towards us. It wasn’t that Elle didn’t think my parents weren’t aware of her ”problem“ but as a teenager, adults intimidated her whenever there was a chance that they would know she was wet. When she didn’t get out of the car I knew why. I cut my parents off before they got to the car and boat and quickly told them I’d won. I also pleaded with them to go get me something to eat as I hadn’t had much to eat that day (which was true). I promised to tell them all about the race as soon as I had something in my stomach. As soon as they headed back to the house Elle made a B-line for her house. The backside of her shorts were soaked.
After eating I found I was really exhausted. I decided I’d clean the boat up the next day and take it back to the sailing club the next night. I went over to Elle’s and had to tell her father about the whole weekend. I sounded like a broken record. By the time her parents headed off to bed I found myself fighting to stay awake even though there were still some vestiges of daylight. I was ready to go home and to bed but Elle begged me to stay. When she was sure her parents were in bed she then apologized for being so jealous of the twins. There was no way I was going to tell her that my main interst in them was their panties so I just accepted the apology hoping to let the subject drop. Then she apologized for peeing in my car. I’m glad it was dark and that she couldn’t see my face as I’m sure I was smiling. Again, I accepted her apology without comment. I also remember her reaching up to me and kissing me... hard. THAT woke me up! But other than a few more minutes of kissing and hugging that was pretty much it for the night. I really was tired!
To be continued...
After the race and back at the club I found out that the twins had managed to do well and so had Buddy and Carol. I felt good for them but was now really upset in that, to beat Billy for the trophy, I had to beat him in the last race the next day. I wasn’t much interested in visiting with anyone and just remember leaving as soon as I could. My mood hadn’t changed by the time I got home. Even though the racecar I’d bought from my friend Cliffy wasn’t ready to race I’d originally intended to go to the races anyway. Elle, without my car racing, had no interest in going and had made other plans. So, basically, I stayed home wallowing in self pity.
When I woke up Sunday morning I found the absolutely worst scenario for me as far as sailing was concerned. No wind! I remember saying a prayer that it would come up. One of the things that most racers would do on the ferry trip to the island was to get the ferry hands to give them the time for the tide changes. I’m not going to try and explain the importance of this information in detail but serious racers needed to know. The water we sailed in had definite patterns of water flow that affected our performance. When the tide was coming in it pushed the boat one way and when it was going out it would push it the other way. Basically, you didn’t want to be in the area where the water was flowing the fastest. Having said all that, with little wind to work with, tides would be a major factor in the race. I was all bent out of shape because we were probably one of the heaviest competitors. I think Billy might have been the next heaviest. Once the race started it was obvious that the lighter teams had an advantage. The twins ended up rounding the first mark leading. I don’t remember where we were but we were ahead of Billy. Using all the local knowledge I had gleaned in past years I managed to work my way up to fourth or fifth as we headed for the finish line with Billy right behind me. I’m not sure if the twins were still first but they were ahead of us. The way the course was set up we had to go from the mainland side towards the island and had to cross right through the swiftest tidal waters. However, almost everybody knew when the tide was to change direction and it was just about at that time. Tide changes from in to out don’t happen like turning a light switch on or off. As the time for the change approaches, the flow lessens, almost like a dimmer on that light switch. As we all started across, the leaders decided to try and avoid the tidal area. Knowing that it wasn’t really all that bad I headed straight for the finish line with Billy following me. When the gun went off signifying that I’d won the race it also meant that I’d won the trophy for the third year in a row. I was ecstatic.
I think the twins held on to finish third. With the boats back on dry land they came over to congratulate me. The first thing I noticed was that the first one to arrive (I think it was Penny) had a wet spot in the crotch of her red shorts. We never had enough wind to make a wave so, in my mind, it probably was pee. With little wind it had taken almost three hours to complete the race. I remember watching her approach and feeling a bulge start. She wanted to give me a hug and a kiss and the last thing I wanted her to know was that I had the start of a hard-on. I remember bending down and over just to avoid our mid sections touching. Any doubt as to the origination of the wet spot was put to rest when the other twin arrived a few seconds later. It was something like “Have you no shame?” as she brushed past her to give me a kiss and a hug.
Elle had come with me like she had the previous year but she didn’t make the same mistake of going out on a spectator boat. Instead, she had walked down by the ferry slip to watch the race from there. Upon her return to the clubhouse she went in to change her “package” and, as luck would have it, she appeared just as the second twin was giving me my congratulatory hug. I could see the disapproving look on her face as she got to us. When I went to give her a kiss she just backed away. Not what I wanted! I tried to explain but she walked away.
David and I got the boat ready to trail home and about the time we were through it was time to hand out the trophies. Elle was with us as we waited. I remember feeling someone touch me on the shoulder and turned to see one of the twins and a man and woman behind her. It turned out they were the parents and they wanted to meet me. The father shook my hand and thanked me profusely for helping the girls. I was truly embarrassed. Then I remember the mother thanking me for encouraging the girls about their racing. Even today I can’t remember having said anything that could have been construed as encouragement but what could I say or do. I do remember introducing Elle and David to them and explaining that it was David who’s part had allowed the girls to continue racing that weekend. That fact notwithstanding, they continued to thank me. I remember being thankful when the horn blew to signify the start of the ceremonies.
When the program was over and we were getting ready to leave, the twins father came up to me and gave me (and Elle and David) a personal invitation to come to a party at their house at the end of August. He got my address and said that I’d get a formal invitation in a week or so. Elle still didn’t know what to make of the whole thing. David had made an attempt to explain to her what had happened to the twin’s boat and that “all the fuss” had to do with that. Even with that I remember it being a quiet (and long) wait to get on the ferry. It was during this time that I started to think about how long it’d been since Elle had used the ladies room. Because of my poor attitude that morning I really hadn’t any idea what Elle had chosen to wear as her “package” that day. There still weren’t any toilets at the ferry slip and as I calculated it, by the time we got on the ferry it was over two hours. I remembered what had happened on the ferry exactly one year earlier and that thought started a “bulge“ going. The big difference from that day was David. There was no way I was going to be able to ask her about her status or to try and persuade her to ”just go“ if she were struggling. So I just kept quiet... and kept observing.
Since David lived at the East end of our community he volunteered to walk home so I could just drive into my driveway. If there was any conversation on the trip home I don’t remember any of it. I do remember Elle staying in the car until David started walking away. Just as she started to get out of the car my parents started walking towards us. It wasn’t that Elle didn’t think my parents weren’t aware of her ”problem“ but as a teenager, adults intimidated her whenever there was a chance that they would know she was wet. When she didn’t get out of the car I knew why. I cut my parents off before they got to the car and boat and quickly told them I’d won. I also pleaded with them to go get me something to eat as I hadn’t had much to eat that day (which was true). I promised to tell them all about the race as soon as I had something in my stomach. As soon as they headed back to the house Elle made a B-line for her house. The backside of her shorts were soaked.
After eating I found I was really exhausted. I decided I’d clean the boat up the next day and take it back to the sailing club the next night. I went over to Elle’s and had to tell her father about the whole weekend. I sounded like a broken record. By the time her parents headed off to bed I found myself fighting to stay awake even though there were still some vestiges of daylight. I was ready to go home and to bed but Elle begged me to stay. When she was sure her parents were in bed she then apologized for being so jealous of the twins. There was no way I was going to tell her that my main interst in them was their panties so I just accepted the apology hoping to let the subject drop. Then she apologized for peeing in my car. I’m glad it was dark and that she couldn’t see my face as I’m sure I was smiling. Again, I accepted her apology without comment. I also remember her reaching up to me and kissing me... hard. THAT woke me up! But other than a few more minutes of kissing and hugging that was pretty much it for the night. I really was tired!
To be continued...
Monday, September 03, 2007
AUGUST... The backside of Summer... (Part 26b)
One of the ladies affiliated with the yacht club took pity on Carol and, living within walking distance, went home and got some dry clothes for her while I was checking out the twin’s boat. That made her infinitely happier. When I was done with that I loaded both my wet sails along with Buddy’s into the trunk of my car. Even though made of synthetic material, we had been taught to wash the salt out of them and to get them as dry as possible as soon as we could. Buddy and I had set it up that he’d leave his car and I’d drive home that night and then back the next day. It took quite a while to get off the island with the car and by the time we got to Buddy’s house it was almost time to eat. When we pulled into his driveway he was shocked to see the clotheslines completely filled. Carol’s parents were leaving right after supper and her mother had washed all the bed linens and towels out. The clothesline at my house was really long. I’d previously had two sets of sails hanging on it so told Buddy I’d take care of his sails for him.
At home, I pulled all the sails out and hung mine on the line to rinse them off. When I went back to get Buddy’s I found Carol’s wet clothes all balled up with them. I know I looked all around just to make sure no one was paying attention to me as I unrolled them to get to her panties and bra. I pretty much recognized her panties because of the tunnel elastic at the waist. When I actually spread them out I saw an applique that I sort of recognized from observing them on the washline at Buddy’s. As much as my initial thought was to take them and to hide them, reality quickly took hold. I ended up rinsing them off along with the sails. I didn’t hang them on the wash line though but, along with her other clothes, put them on the floor of the front seat of my car. I wanted Elle to see them and was trying to come up with some way to have her “discover” them. I figured that the other wet clothes would be enough of a “cover” so that she wouldn’t think I’d stolen them.
I was just finishing up when I saw Elle’s mother drive past with her. I ran over but had to temper my “enthusiasm” because her mother was right there. We really didn’t have any plans for that evening so, after eating we came back to my house. The wind was still blowing quite hard so the sails had pretty much dried by then and Elle helped me fold them. Still thinking of Carol’s panties lying on the floor of the car I suggested that we go for a ride to take the sails back to Buddy. I figured that she didn’t know Buddy was riding with me the next day and I’d be able to point out Carol’s panties to her and how nice they were. The way I’d placed Carol’s wet clothes on the floor there was no way for Elle to miss them and she didn’t. BUT... when she saw them she wanted to know why I had a pair of girls panties in my car. I didn’t expect the reaction I got but probably should have. It took a bit of talking (and the ride to Buddy’s house) to convince her that there wasn’t anything untoward about them. WHEW!!!
We stayed at Buddy’s house until his parents showed up. They had returned from their trip the day before and stayed at their Winter home but were there for the weekend. Even though Elle said she now understood about the panties she didn’t act it as she was a bit distant on our trip home. I sensed it would an exercise in futility to get too amorous so settled for some kisses and a long hug at her door.
I picked Buddy and Carol up around 7am the next morning. We decided to park the car on the mainland and lug our sails and gear by hand on the ferry to save time. Back at the club we saw a surprising amount of activity for being that early. Not surprisingly the twins were at their boat when we arrived. I went over and told them that my crew was bringing the part they needed and I was “attacked” by both of them. I can still see the smiles on their faces. But, the hard part was in getting the broken part off the boat. Sailing in salt water, even stainless steel rusts and that’s what I found when trying to remove the piece. I enlisted their help and got an unexpected “reward”. I needed one of them to climb under the rear deck and the other to sit on the bow to balance the boat. I proceeded to unscrew the part while the one held a pair of vice grips on the nut. When it popped off I went to retrieve the nut and when I did... voila! She ( I think it was Pam) was lying on her side and as I stuck my head under the deck I got a beautiful view. In my mind I was seeing the same heavy cotton panties that I’d seen before. Oh how I wanted to ask where she got them... but I didn’t. I knew that the other twin was watching us so my “peek” was a quick one. Just about the time I was done removing the broken part David showed up. He asked if he could help but I dispatched him to get my boat ready. Truthfully, I was hoping that somehow, some way, I’d get another “peek”. I didn’t but when I finished and adjusted the rudder to make it fit properly I got a big hug from each of them. It was still pretty nice.
The wind was still quite strong for being early in the morning. Thankfully, the race committee elected to race on the “inner” course. David and I quickly took the lead and held on to finish second. Billy, the fellow who went to the same college as me, won the race and, combined with his second place finish from the previous day had him tied with me for first place. The twins made out OK. I don’t remember where they placed but I do remember noting that they were sailing in their bathing suits and being disappointed by that. There was a lunch break between races and we all returned to the yacht club. Two of David’s college buddies had showed up with some cold beer. I probably hadn’t had more that one or two beers since arriving home from college. But that old bug-a-boo, “peer pressure” came into play and I ended up drinking my lunch. I won’t say I was drunk but I was close to it when we headed back out for the third race. David was about the same. Somehow, he managed to fall overboard on our way to the starting line. By the time we got there we were a few minutes late. The wind had died by quite a bit and David’s added weight was a definite burden. I managed to work my way up to mid fleet but Billy had finished 3rd which now had him ahead of me. I remember being mad at myself for letting this happen.
To be continued...
One of the ladies affiliated with the yacht club took pity on Carol and, living within walking distance, went home and got some dry clothes for her while I was checking out the twin’s boat. That made her infinitely happier. When I was done with that I loaded both my wet sails along with Buddy’s into the trunk of my car. Even though made of synthetic material, we had been taught to wash the salt out of them and to get them as dry as possible as soon as we could. Buddy and I had set it up that he’d leave his car and I’d drive home that night and then back the next day. It took quite a while to get off the island with the car and by the time we got to Buddy’s house it was almost time to eat. When we pulled into his driveway he was shocked to see the clotheslines completely filled. Carol’s parents were leaving right after supper and her mother had washed all the bed linens and towels out. The clothesline at my house was really long. I’d previously had two sets of sails hanging on it so told Buddy I’d take care of his sails for him.
At home, I pulled all the sails out and hung mine on the line to rinse them off. When I went back to get Buddy’s I found Carol’s wet clothes all balled up with them. I know I looked all around just to make sure no one was paying attention to me as I unrolled them to get to her panties and bra. I pretty much recognized her panties because of the tunnel elastic at the waist. When I actually spread them out I saw an applique that I sort of recognized from observing them on the washline at Buddy’s. As much as my initial thought was to take them and to hide them, reality quickly took hold. I ended up rinsing them off along with the sails. I didn’t hang them on the wash line though but, along with her other clothes, put them on the floor of the front seat of my car. I wanted Elle to see them and was trying to come up with some way to have her “discover” them. I figured that the other wet clothes would be enough of a “cover” so that she wouldn’t think I’d stolen them.
I was just finishing up when I saw Elle’s mother drive past with her. I ran over but had to temper my “enthusiasm” because her mother was right there. We really didn’t have any plans for that evening so, after eating we came back to my house. The wind was still blowing quite hard so the sails had pretty much dried by then and Elle helped me fold them. Still thinking of Carol’s panties lying on the floor of the car I suggested that we go for a ride to take the sails back to Buddy. I figured that she didn’t know Buddy was riding with me the next day and I’d be able to point out Carol’s panties to her and how nice they were. The way I’d placed Carol’s wet clothes on the floor there was no way for Elle to miss them and she didn’t. BUT... when she saw them she wanted to know why I had a pair of girls panties in my car. I didn’t expect the reaction I got but probably should have. It took a bit of talking (and the ride to Buddy’s house) to convince her that there wasn’t anything untoward about them. WHEW!!!
We stayed at Buddy’s house until his parents showed up. They had returned from their trip the day before and stayed at their Winter home but were there for the weekend. Even though Elle said she now understood about the panties she didn’t act it as she was a bit distant on our trip home. I sensed it would an exercise in futility to get too amorous so settled for some kisses and a long hug at her door.
I picked Buddy and Carol up around 7am the next morning. We decided to park the car on the mainland and lug our sails and gear by hand on the ferry to save time. Back at the club we saw a surprising amount of activity for being that early. Not surprisingly the twins were at their boat when we arrived. I went over and told them that my crew was bringing the part they needed and I was “attacked” by both of them. I can still see the smiles on their faces. But, the hard part was in getting the broken part off the boat. Sailing in salt water, even stainless steel rusts and that’s what I found when trying to remove the piece. I enlisted their help and got an unexpected “reward”. I needed one of them to climb under the rear deck and the other to sit on the bow to balance the boat. I proceeded to unscrew the part while the one held a pair of vice grips on the nut. When it popped off I went to retrieve the nut and when I did... voila! She ( I think it was Pam) was lying on her side and as I stuck my head under the deck I got a beautiful view. In my mind I was seeing the same heavy cotton panties that I’d seen before. Oh how I wanted to ask where she got them... but I didn’t. I knew that the other twin was watching us so my “peek” was a quick one. Just about the time I was done removing the broken part David showed up. He asked if he could help but I dispatched him to get my boat ready. Truthfully, I was hoping that somehow, some way, I’d get another “peek”. I didn’t but when I finished and adjusted the rudder to make it fit properly I got a big hug from each of them. It was still pretty nice.
The wind was still quite strong for being early in the morning. Thankfully, the race committee elected to race on the “inner” course. David and I quickly took the lead and held on to finish second. Billy, the fellow who went to the same college as me, won the race and, combined with his second place finish from the previous day had him tied with me for first place. The twins made out OK. I don’t remember where they placed but I do remember noting that they were sailing in their bathing suits and being disappointed by that. There was a lunch break between races and we all returned to the yacht club. Two of David’s college buddies had showed up with some cold beer. I probably hadn’t had more that one or two beers since arriving home from college. But that old bug-a-boo, “peer pressure” came into play and I ended up drinking my lunch. I won’t say I was drunk but I was close to it when we headed back out for the third race. David was about the same. Somehow, he managed to fall overboard on our way to the starting line. By the time we got there we were a few minutes late. The wind had died by quite a bit and David’s added weight was a definite burden. I managed to work my way up to mid fleet but Billy had finished 3rd which now had him ahead of me. I remember being mad at myself for letting this happen.
To be continued...
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