ANTICIPATING SUMMER... Hot times (Part 82a)

During my father’s service time in WWII one of his jobs entailed keeping detailed weather records. As a result he became a “weather nut” and amateur weather forecaster. He even purchased Army surplus weather recording instruments to aid him in his prognostications. One thing that he had noticed over the years was that the in the month of June there seemed to be a period of days in which the temperature was ten to fifteen degrees above the norm. When he saw conditions that preceded this he would call us with a warning, not that there was anything we could do about it.

The building where Elle was teaching was new but air conditioning of schools hadn’t happened as yet. The building was one story with a flat roof as opposed to the typical two story school buildings built in the 1930’s that had the usual pitched roof. It only took one day for the heat to become a problem. Prevailing winds were from the Southwest and Elle’s room was in the Northeast corner so she got very little airflow. After two days of sweltering she approached the Principal to ask if she could take her class (1st graders) outside to a small grove of trees after lunch. With less than a week of school to go and 1st graders not being tested, he agreed. Excited with the prospect of escaping the overheated room she shuffled the kids outside as soon as she could. In her haste to get out of the building the one thing she forgot was to use the rest room. She was reading to the kids when one of her overactive boys started acting up. When she got up off the ground to go calm him down she felt a spurt of pee escape. That was the warning that she had only a minute or so to get to a toilet. To start with, the building was at least 300 feet away. Secondly, she had to have somebody watch the kids. She knew what was going to happen.

Because she had a constant daily schedule she’d been able to visit the bathroom without a hitch. Because of that constant she’d also stopped wearing even a partial “package” and had gone to wearing only two heavy cotton panties. She told me that when she got to the boy she squatted down, tenting her skirt, and then just peed there while holding his arm and scolding him. She said she stayed down like that until she was sure she’d “dripped off”. There was still over an hour until dismissal so she spent the rest of her day standing and walking around. When school let out she was at her station wagon and about to sit down when the Principal walked up. Her plan had been to pull her skirt and slip out from under her to keep them from getting wet as she sat but with the Principal right there she just plopped down.

At home Elle found the kids in the pool and Joan with her pant legs rolled up and her feet soaking. Not wanting to be seen with a wet bottom she went right inside to change. The kids, seeing her arrive, were clamoring for her attention so all she did was to grab dry panties and a pair of shorts leaving her wet things on top of the the washing machine. She didn’t think about them until after Joan had gone and I was home. I found them and immediately asked what had happened. That’s when she told me about her day. But it also reminded her that Joan had probably seen them as well. When she mentioned it I reminded her that Joan had had her own “accident” and that she shouldn't let it bother her. She said she was still embarrassed. I just smiled to myself.

When Andy and Lil told had us they were going to be our new neighbors both Elle and I had some concerns. Andy, although a good hearted guy and one I considered a good friend, had a tendency to be loud and boisterous, especially after a few beers. With lengthening daylight hours and warmer weather some of our fears were coming to fruition as he would roughhouse with his boys after he got home from work. Not wanting to upset him I kept my concerns about the noise to myself. When the real hot weather arrived it meant that all the windows in most homeowners units were open. Sitting in my yard, even though I couldn’t see them horsing around, I could clearly hear them. After getting our girls to bed we’d go sit outside wearing as little as we dared. I was into wearing boxer briefs at the time and they could pass as shorts. On a couple of nights I was able to persuade Elle to wear just her baby doll sleep top and her panties. Reluctant at first she warmed to the idea when I placed our chairs so the Andy and Lil couldn’t see just how little she had on. For me this was particularly exciting because she could just sit there and pee her panties without a worry. On this one night, as usual, we heard Andy and the boys fooling around. Mostly it was the boys screaming as Andy would catch and then tickle them. All of a sudden we heard Andy let out a big scream and then heard the boys yelling something along the lines of “get him mom!” This went on for a few minutes and then, because we could see into their unit, saw Lil go running through the living room towards the back of the unit with Andy in pursuit. Because the windows were open we could hear pretty much what was going on. Lil had locked herself in the bathroom to escape from Andy. The screaming we’d heard was because Lil had come out and turned the hose on Andy and he wanted revenge. As of the time we went to bed Lil still hadn’t come out.

To be continued...