BIG CHANGES... better times (Part 104i)

As we headed for the park all I could think of was having enough money to get home. Approaching the playground I could see some kids playing on the equipment. As we got closer I could see they were young girls in school uniforms. That made me look at my watch and was shocked to see it was almost 3:30pm. That pretty much doomed my idea to leave that afternoon. The school girls ran off as they saw us approaching leaving all the equipment free for use. Jean and Anne had never seen a playground merry go round before and wanted to ride on that first. It was a simple design where kids would stand on this large round disk attached to a short pole with pipe handles to hold on to. I became the pusher and they squealed with delight as they went round and round.

It wasn’t long before two mothers and children around the same age as our two arrived. Of course their attention was on Elle and the baby. Their children, two boys and a girl, ignored our girls. I took my two over to the swings and got them going while they concentrated on the slide. Upon closer look one of the boys appeared to be a bit younger than the other two. He wanted to go on the slide and I heard his mother tell him he was too young. The women were in conversation with with Elle and weren’t paying attention to their kids. I had my hands full trying to keep my girls in motion on the swings so wasn’t paying attention to them either. All of a sudden I heard crying. I saw the two older ones and they seemed to be OK. Then I looked up and saw the little one up at the top of the steps to the slide.

The mother, yelling at him, came running and started up the steps after. I watched for a few seconds and could see that she was in a panic, still yelling at the boy. That, in itself, wasn’t helping. The slide had to be at least ten feet high. I started over to it and as I looked up at the woman I could see she was about three quarters of the way to the top. From my vantage point the boy appeared to be in no trouble. He was hanging on to the rail with both hands and crying uncontrollably. I walked to the steps and tried to get the woman’s attention. She wouldn’t take her eyes off the boy and as I looked up wind caught the hem of her dress and puffed it up. It was only for a split second but I immediately knew she was wearing pale blue panties but that didn't change the fact that the child had to be retrieved. Finally, at the top of my lungs, I yelled and got her to look down at me. I told her to come down and I’d go up and get him. For at least ten to fifteen seconds she just stared down at me, not saying a word. Then she started to back down. As she did another puff of wind blew by and up went her skirt again. Because I was following her every move, afraid that in her own panic she might make a misstep, I was in the absolute perfect position. To make sure she got her feet on every step she’d pushed her butt out and as I watched I got a perfect view. Basically, I saw her whole crotch. It was probably only for a few seconds but it was long enough to create a very nice memory.

Once she exited the steps I was on my way up. At the top I had to pry the little guy’s fingers off the rail. I think it was because he didn’t know or recognize me that he stopped his crying for a few seconds. I managed to squeeze in beside him, lifting him up as I did and then placing him on my lap. Then it was down the slide for both of us. All four of the kids were at the bottom along with the boy’s mother. She grabbed him up and walked away with him. Anne, a bit of a ”daredevil“ grabbed my pants leg and, looking up at me, asked if I’d give her a ride down the slide. The pleading look in her eyes was too much so, very slowly, up the stairs we went.

While we were doing it the two ladies and their kids picked up and left. I never got as much as an acknowledgement for what I’d done. I even asked Elle if the mother had said anything to her and she said she hadn’t. In reality, I was satisfied with the panty peek being my ”reward“. I gave Anne a few rides. I offered to do the same with Jean but she, very much a ”scaredy cat“, declined the offer. By then Elle was ready to go.

Back at the hotel we were waiting for the elevator to the main floor from the parking lot and Elle let out a bit of a cry.  She handed me the baby and then promptly squatted down. I knew the drill. We’d exceeded her time limit. Fortunately there were no other people waiting so she had that in her favor. However, it was Anne who spied the puddle under her mother and I heard her say ”Look! Mommy made a tinkle!“. I actually had to stifle a smile. Elle, wearing a pair of khaki pants, stayed down as long as she could trying to lessen the ”damage“. At least this way the wetness was confined to her bottom and not down both her legs and showing on the front. On the first floor I knew to walk right up close to her back as we made our way to our room. Once there I tried to make light of it and tried to get in a "rub" but she would have none of it. I even reminded her about her statement that she'd ”do anything“ in her plea for the dress. All I got was one of those ”you’ve got to be kidding looks“.

When Elle was washing up she asked me to bring her some dry panties from the suitcase. I was somewhat surprised that I could find only two pair of the heavy cotton panties that Elle used for her night time ”package“. I’d counted out what I thought was enough for the trip and if she wet those that night she’d not have anything for the next night. (A few words of explanation... On the trip when Elle would have an ”accident“, either day or night, she would rinse the panties out when she could and would put them in a small plastic pail with a cover on it. She’d washed the baby’s diapers when we were at Nan’s but hadn’t done her panties and now it was possible that she might be ”short“.) I knew from my past visits at the hotel that they had an in house laundry and for long term guests they would do a weekly wash for them. I gave Elle her dry panties and then went to the front desk to see if there was anything they could do for us, using the baby and her diapers as the excuse. The daughter in law told me that a few years earlier they had installed two washing machines and a dryer for use by the guests. I was happy because I thought that solved the problem.

To be continued...