MORE SUMMER FUN... August (Part 110e)

I was so anxious to get the panties that I called Willy the next day. To show you how naive I was to the clothing business I thought that he’d just pop a pair in the mail and I’d have them in a day or two. I don’t know what I said to that effect but I remember him laughing and said he’d contact the factory “with my order” and it’d be there by the end of the next week. I knew he couldn’t see me but I was beet red embarrassed.

It was after lunch when Trish said some guy named Wilson had called and left a message. I was trying to figure if it was one of the guys I’d worked with at the Civil Service office until I read the message... “Why don’t you pick out a few more items to make the order worthwhile”. I was hung up on “Wilson“ before it dawned on me that Trish hadn’t gotten his name right and it really was Willy. I had to go into the rest room to peer through the catalog again. I saw a nice half slip with lace from the waistband to the hem down both side seams that I thought Elle would like. I’d also seen a short sleeved short nightie that I thought would be cute on her so those were the two that I came up with. I called Willy back only he’d gone for the day. The girl answering the phone said he’d told her that I might call and would add the items to my ”order“. When I hung up I was really excited and hated having to wait for a week.

The town held one major fund raising event each year. It was a combined effort between the Chamber of Commerce and the Rotary Club. The local aerospace company would turn over their picnic grounds to them to hold a Bar-B-Que the first Saturday of August. Elle and I had attended in each of the four years we’d lived in the area and had enjoyed it immensely. There were rides for the kids that included a miniature train that even adults could ride in and a merry go round. The bank, being a member of the Chamber, required all the males who worked for it to volunteer either Friday afternoon/evening doing the preparation or on Saturday during the event. The bank was very generous and bought two tickets for each married employee and one for each of the singles. I wanted to be with Elle and the kids during the event so took the Friday duty. It was easy work and only lasted until it got dark. I remember marking off the rows in the parking area and some other menial tasks. As those of us who were there were leaving we were each given a ticket for the Bar-B-Que. That made three for me. Elle and I had already asked Peggy to help out with the kids and that last ticket meant I wasn’t going to be out of pocket at all and we’d actually have a free baby sitter.

On Saturday morning Elle and I had a "discussion" on what she should wear. The temperature was expected to be in the mid 80's so Elle didn't really want to wear a "package" because, with the heat, it was very uncomfortable. I told her to wear one of the new sun dresses that she'd recently made and to just wear a couple of cotton panties under it. She knew what I was angling for and I distinctly remember her shaking her head in a negative way... but with a smile. Her argument was that there would be too many people around for any 'fun" plus Peggy would be there as well. I didn't give up and eventually got her attention when I promised her a surprise if she'd do as I asked. Of course she pressed me for information about the surprise but I held firm. I had to wait for her decision until we were ready to go. The dress wasn't a mini but it was a few inches above her knees, clearly the shortest dress she had. I'd had to opportunity to see her in it when she was finishing up making it and I knew that if she bent over at the waist the dress would ride up in back in a similar way that her tennis dresses did. As she walked out the door with the baby in her arms I patted her fanny and felt the crotch line of multiple panties. I was anticipating a good day.

I had high hopes that Peggy would wear shorts that would give off a nice VPL (visable panty line). Those hopes were dashed as soon as Peggy stepped out her kitchen door when we stopped to pick her up. I saw a pair of plaid shorts with dark colors. However, she was wearing her usual top... a mans white shirt with the sleeves cut off and the tails tied in a knot across her midriff. With that my hopes shifted to possibly getting a few good DP's (downpants).

The volunteers for the event had one major "perk" and that was they would be able to use the back gate that was reserved for the "big wigs" of the company. It meant not having to wait in the long line at the main gate and that turned out to be a help as we were late in leaving and in picking Peggy up. There was very little space on the picnic grounds that afforded shade and it went fast. The main gate opened at 8am and we arrived at the back gate at about 8:30am. even with our being late I was able to stake out a claim on a space that had partial shade and felt lucky to have it.

As soon as we were all out of the station wagon the girls wanted to head for the music that was coming from the merry go round. Peggy volunteered to take them over while Elle and I got the rest of our things organized at our space. I had to go back to the station wagon to get the playpen and I happened to run into one of the officials of the event. He asked if I’d heard the ”news“. I had no idea what he was talking about. When he told me that there were no porta potties I have to admit I had some really wild visions as to what was ahead. He explained that in past years the aerospace company had rented them for their picnic and then left them in place for the Chamber/Rotary event. No one had checked up on it and when they did found they were gone. It wasn’t discovered until the previous evening and in spite of many calls he said they hadn’t located all that many that could be delivered by noon. I was definitely smiling, inwardly.

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MORE SUMMER FUN... August (Part 110d)

True to Willy’s word the catalog arrived at the bank on Thursday. I’d asked that he send it there rather than to my mailbox because I didn’t want Elle to see it. I probably don’t have to tell you that just seeing that letter size envelope with the name “Evette” in the upper left hand corner had me excited in more than one way. I came up with some kind of excuse to go out to my car, just to get a quick peek at it. It wasn’t really all that thick but just flipping through the first pages was titillating.

I didn’t stay long knowing I’d be back for a close look during my lunch hour. However, it seemed like someone had poured molasses into my watch as time just dragged by. Back at the car I found the panties on page four. They were only line drawings but in great detail showing lace cutouts, appliques and lace treatments around the leg openings. It was on the third page of panties that I saw something that really got my attention. In the middle of the page was a rendering of a pair that surely looked similar to the ones I seen on Merry, Willie’s wife, on Sunday. As I stared at the picture and the description it suddenly came to me that I actually had a pair in my “stash” which was now somewhat buried in the trunk of my car. I remembered that I’d found a pair of panties under my sailboat in the sand a few Summers ago. I’d pretty much forgotten about them as it had been well over a year since I’d actually gone through all the ones in my stash. Sitting there thinking about it made me even more excited. I did have to get something to eat and as I walked across the street to the luncheonette I was kicking myself for not remembering the name “Evette” when Willy told me that was his company’s name. I couldn’t wait to get into my stash and look at Merry’s panties up close and personal again.

As closing time approached I was trying to think of a place I could go that would be somewhat private when I could go through the box and find them. I usually stayed until at least 5:30pm but I was ready to go at 5pm. Just as I was clearing my desk the phone rang and it was Elle wanting me to stop and get some skim milk for the baby. The doctor had recently told Elle to stop giving her whole milk as she couldn’t properly digest it. This was the first week on the skim milk and it appeared to be working. However, that wasn’t the only thing she had to say. She’d been invited to play tennis at 6pm and she was busy making supper and asked me to drive Peggy home for her. I certainly didn’t mind doing that as I hardly ever saw her. Usually, by the time I arrived Elle had already delivered her home. Driving home after picking up the milk I got to thinking that Elle playing tennis was a good thing. I wouldn’t have to worry about her seeing my stash as I poured through it.

Peggy was sitting on the step when I pulled up. I grabbed my brief case and the milk and headed for the door. I told Peggy to get in the car and that I’d be right back. When I slipped into the drivers seat I saw Peggy reading the Evette catalog. I went from just being warm from the ambient air temperature to boiling hot with beads of sweat on my forehead. (z) My natural instinct was to say something... to explain... but I couldn’t think of anything to say. I started the car and tried to sneak a peek at her to see if she was still looking at it... and she was. We were out on the road to town when I thought I heard her say something. I thought she said “That’s pretty.” but I wasn’t sure and almost reflexively said, “What?”. I looked at her and she had turned towards me and was pointing to what looked like a short night gown. Then she asked what the catalog was for. It was almost like when Willy asked me what I was going to do with the catalog when I asked him for one. I came up with sort of the same answer but I was ready this time. It was a chance to explain to Peggy why I had it and not feel as guilty about it. I told her that the man who owned the company was a friend and I was supposed to give it to a lady who’d just opened a ladies clothing store. She seemed to accept what I told her and didn’t say anything more. By then we were pulling into her driveway. I was just about to ask if she’d seen anything else that interested her when we both saw her mother standing in the kitchen doorway. She thanked me for the ride and hopped out of the car. I was mad because I thought I missed an opportunity.

As soon as I got home Elle left promising that she’d be back before dark. The kids had eaten and my supper was on the table. They were anxious to go outside and play so I let then and took my plate out to the picnic table. I carried the baby out to the playpen and proceeded to take a close look at the catalog. Just inside the back cover was a note from Willy telling me to pick out a few things for Elle and to let him know what they were. I smiled and thanked him. When I got to the page that showed the panties I thought I recognized I immediately got up and went to the trunk of my car. I’d hidden my “stash” behind a seldom used tool box and after moving some things pulled it out. My girls were busy playing some kind of game in the yard so I felt fairly comfortable rooting through the box looking for them. It didn’t take long and when I found them I took a good look at the rendering in the catalog. I was amazed how how realistic it was. I made an immediate decision to ask Willy for a new pair of them for Elle. To see just what they looked like go to Part 83g (January 10, 2012).

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MORE SUMMER FUN... August (Part 110c)

I sat in the car for a few minutes trying to take it all in. There was no way that I thought I’d win a feature race with the motor I had. It was pure and simple luck. Once out of the car Seeg slapped me on my back (almost knocking me over) and told me to go  over to his son’s pit stall after his race, that he had a surprise for me. We probably would’ve headed that way anyway but it was nice to be invited.

It was also nice that Chet, Seeg’s son won his feature race. The two winners were together and the mood was certainly upbeat. I’d mentioned that Chet had a group of fans (mostly female) who would show up at the track dressed all in white, the color of his car. On this night they had shown up with T shirts with Chet’s number on both the front and back and they set up a table behind the grandstands and had solicited members offering a free shirt if they joined his fan club. By the time Chet pulled up there had to have been 25 or so girls gathered around wearing the shirts. I’d not seen anything like it before. Chet was a bit overwhelmed when he climbed out of the car. But that wasn’t the end of it.

One of the women was co-owner of a local bakery and had made up a cake to commemorate the official beginning of the fan club. Everybody but Chet knew about it. Initially, I thought that’s why we’d been invited. However, Seeg took me aside and showed me two racing tires in the back of his pick up truck. The only thing he said was “They’re yours.” I tried my best to offer to pay for them (which, with the winnings for the night I probably could’ve.) but he just walked away. He did call back to me that if I didn’t take them he’d give them to somebody else. I looked at Darren and we shrugged out shoulders as we pulled them out of the truck and headed for our pit stall.

We did go back to the “party” such as it was and by then the soda and cake had given way to beer and chips. Darren took advantage of the party atmosphere and managed to get close enough to cute girl that he (and I) had had our eyes on. He tried talking to her but found she spoke very little English. At least she acknowledged him so to him it was also a "win". It was midnight when they track turned the lights off. By the time I got home it was after 1am and I was pretty “happy”. I woke Elle up to tell her about my win but she didn’t appreciate being awakened by someone who was drunk.

She was nice enough to wake me up early enough the next morning for me to get to the ferry to meet Willy for the last race. On the way over to the island we assessed the wind conditions and they didn’t look good for us. It was light air, just about the same as the prior morning. Between my head hurting, bright sunshine, and no wind I wasn’t looking forward to the race. Since I’d not stayed around after the race the previous afternoon I had no idea who had done what as far as finishes were concerned. If we’d had more wind I would’ve given us a chance for a trophy. 

By the time we launched we knew we were third in the standings. I couldn’t figure out how that was possible. However, we noticed that there weren’t as many boats as the day before. I asked Herb, in my old boat, what had happened to them. As I’d mentioned, the main reason that we’d won was the extra weight we had in the strong wind. He told us that the heavy wind conditions had caused damage to some of the competitors. Hearing that I told Willy to pray for the wind to pick up.

It didn’t but sometimes it’s a combination of luck and knowledge that prevails. The course they gave us was what we called “the inside” which meant knowing how the tidal currents worked was critical. That was the reason Willy had asked me to crew for him in the first place. Not to bore you but we were really slow because of our excess weight. On the last leg, going for the finish, we saw that the leaders were headed out into the strong incoming tide. I told Willy to follow the shore line and not them. It looked like we were going the long way but it paid off and we ended up beating about four boats that had been ahead of us. I wasn’t thinking of getting a trophy. It was just my competitive nature, wanting to beat as many boats as possible.

Willy’s wife, Merry, was at the dock waiting for us. The tide was low which meant we had to look up to see the people standing there. She was wearing a pair of wide leg shorts and as we grabbed the dock I looked up and got a very nice view. It had been a number of years since I'd last seen her. She was a nice looking woman but could’ve lost a few pounds. She was busy talking to her husband which kept her from noticing me looking up the legs of her shorts. There was something about the panties that looked somewhat familiar. I could see lace around the leg elastics but there seemed to be lace or some very sheer material that ran into the crotch area. In any case, seeing her panties was like my reward for having sailed that day, especially considering how I’d felt starting off.

Neither of us gave any thought to having done well enough to garner a trophy, even with the win. I was anxious to get going but Hank got our attention, waving is over to where the prizes were being handed out. When the called our class I heard Willie's name called for third place. We looked at each other and couldn't do anything but laugh.

The sight of Merry's panties reminded me to ask Willy about sending me the catalog for his company before we parted. I’d driven myself that day as I’d promised my mother to stop by to say hello to one of her old friends who was visiting her. He promised he would and also told me to pick a few things out of it for Elle. That wasn’t expected... at all. However, I knew that I would surely take advantage of the offer.

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MORE SUMMER FUN... August (Part 110b)

My attention quickly turned to getting to the stock car races. I’d calculated that it would take about an hour and a half to get to the track and that was if everything went my way. I knew I wouldn’t make the practice or warm up period and had asked Darren to tow the car to the track to save time. Driving there I was concerned that any delay at all would get me to the track after 7:30pm, the start of the first race. When I saw the sign for the track it was 7:20pm. As it was I was the last car out onto the track. Darren had told me as I strapped in that I was starting on the front row but on the outside. I didn’t care. I was so tired of having looked at the rear ends of so many cars over the past three weeks.

When I looked over to see who was beside me I was surprised to see my old friend Cliffy. He’d been racing in the faster modified division for a few years and I wondered why he’d dropped back. In any case when the green flag waved we raced side beside into the first turn. We were still side by side when we hit the third turn. Going down the front stretch I was certainly missing the powerful motor that I’d blown up on opening night. However, I had to deal with what I had. The car handled so well that being on the outside wasn’t a problem. I don’t remember how long it took for me to take the lead but it wasn’t last long before I passed Cliffy. I ended up third but was satisfied that I'd qualified for the main event and knew I’d be starting up front.

Cliffy came over to “rib” me a bit once we were back in the pit area. He chided me by saying that we could’ve stayed side my side the whole race and finished higher than we did. Thinking about it I realized he was probably right. He was upset because he didn’t finish high enough to qualify. I did find out that the car was built for his brother in law. He’d gotten discouraged and quit and, on a whim, Cliffy had decided to give the car a try.

My race had been the first of the night and it would be at least 2 1/2 hours until I raced again I decided to wander around the pits and take a look at some of the faster cars. That took me to Chet’s pit as well. Darren was there and was chatting with Seeg but the cute girl was definitely within his sight. Since it was still daylight I was able to get a really good look at her. Even in the poor light after the races I’d been able to see the outline of her panties through her white pants. With sunlight, the look was spectacular. Although my interest was primarily in panties in this case I wanted to know who made her pants and just what material they were made of. I hung around for a while trying to get close enough to observe the texture of them. It took a while but I was able to see that it was somewhat different from anything I’d noticed before. I knew I wanted to find out more and to get a pair for Elle.

When they posted the starting positions for the feature I was happy to see that I was on the “pole” (starting on the front row and on the inside). I hadn’t been the least bit nervous until I saw that. Starting in the rear is frustrating but not nerve wracking. With 23 cars starting behind me and with most of them faster than me I was “concerned”. Because the week leading up to that night had been so hectic I hadn’t made my usual calls to round up a pit crew. It was only Darren, Donnie and me. There wasn’t much for anyone to do to do but while waiting thought of Jay. In the three years I’d been racing this was the first time I was on the “pole” and it would’ve been nice for him to be there to see it.

As we came down for the green flag I wondered how long it would take before someone would pass me. I’m not sure how many laps passed before a yellow flag was waived. That was the signal to slow down as there was a problem (crash) somewhere around the track. The cars continue to go around the track as the problem was cleaned up. When the green flag was waived I somehow managed to keep the lead. A few more laps and then another yellow flag. I don’t really remember how many there were in all but when I saw the white flag waiving I was still in first place. One lap to go and I still hadn’t been passed. I’d been looking in my rear view mirror the whole race long and the last lap was no different. However, it almost proved to be my downfall.

The #2 car was on my rear bumper and I knew him to be a rather aggressive driver. Rather than paying attention to the racetrack ahead of me my focus was on the mirror and what I saw in it. I went into the first turn way too far and gave the car behind me a chance to get under me. Going down the backstretch I could see his green hood right at my window. That meant I had to give him room to go through the last turn and I was mad at myself for having given him the opening back in the first turn. As we raced into the last turn I remembered my qualifying race and racing on the outside of Cliffy. I kept my foot on the accelerator and prayed that the car would “stick” (to the track). Seeing the checkered flag I could also see the green hood still at my window. I’d won!

Reality was that I’d survived... and that gave me the win. Twenty four cars had started and only eleven had finished. The good, fast cars had started in the back and managed to crash on their way to the front. I’d led for every lap. I couldn’t believe it... and neither could Darren and Donny. After getting my picture taken with the checkered flag I drove into the pits and saw Darren jumping up and down. Back at my pit stall one of the first people to get there was Seeg. I don’t remember my exact words to him but in some way I jokingly asked if he’d come to take his motor back.

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MORE SUMMER FUN... August (Part 110a)

One of the things I was looking forward to was in seeing my old boat again. I’d asked Willy how Herb, the man who’d bought my boat for his son, was doing and was told that he’d done really well. That news left me with mixed emotions. I’d never been really happy with the last set of sails I’d bought and I was wondering if they were still using them or had bought new ones. I was hoping that the latter was the answer.

Even though most of the sailors from my old sailing club hated to race at this location (the one located on an island) I did have some friends from the other local clubs that I was hoping to see. The “knocks” on the event included the physical location (on an island), the difficulty in navigating the waters around it and the fact that they scheduled races on Friday, a work day. That last part was somewhat negated by the fact that only three out of the four scheduled races counted. If you couldn’t race Friday you could still win (as I actually did one time) but it definitely put those who didn’t in a “hole”. Friday had been a stormy day and when Willy and I arrived early Saturday morning we found that the Friday races had been cancelled. I was somewhat surprised as the weather hadn’t seemed all that bad. We weren’t complaining though as it meant all the boats would be on equal footing.

We had our hands full getting the boat rigged and launched in time for the first race so didn’t get a chance to get reacquainted with anyone. Out on the water I was somewhat surprised to see so few recognizable faces. As I mentioned in a previous post, Willy and I were at a definite weight disadvantage (about 40 pounds heavy) if we had  light winds and those were the conditions we started with. Even with my knowledge of the local tides it didn’t help. I don’t remember exactly where we finished but it was somewhere in the middle. To rub it in, it was my old boat that won. The only hope we had was if the wind came up for the afternoon race. On top of that I was concerned about being able to get to the race track to race my car that night and had warned Willy that as soon as we hit the shore I was off and running.

Much to my dismay the race committee decided to delay the start of the afternoon race hoping for the normal “southerly” breeze to fill in. While we waited Willy and I had a chance to get caught up with each other. In the back of my mind was something that Willy had told me a few years earlier. In explaining what he did for a living he’d mentioned that his father had bought a parachute manufacturer and it was his job to make it profitable. To me it had seemed too much of a niche business to be profitable. But what he told me that day had little to do with parachutes.

Prior to WWII it manufactured silk products, mostly items to wear but they also made  parachutes. The silk came from the far East and with the war the supply dried up. Also with the war the government needed parachutes for the war effort. The owners of the company, in an effort to stay in business, signed an open ended 20 year contract to make parachutes for them. Synthetics like rayon, and eventually nylon, replaced the silk. At the end of WWII the government demand for parachutes pretty much dried up. The company decided to get back into clothing products but limited to the female population only. Before they were fully ramped up the Koran war started and they were back into parachutes. The 20 year contract was up in 1960 but without it the company was not profitable. That’s when Willy’s father stepped in and bought it. The first thing he did was revive clothing manufacturing but further limited the scope to lingerie and day wear. The skeleton of a distribution system and outlets was still in place basically covering the Southeastern part of the country. The plant was located in Tennessee and Willy moved there. Once he got production increased and products distributed to more outlets (stores) his father wanted to expand to the Northeast and Willy opened an office in the city in 1982.

I let him ramble on before I finally asked about the name of the products. I was curious to know if I’d ever come across any of them. The name was Evette, a brand I’d never heard of. To make conversation I asked if there was a meaning to the name. He laughed and said he’d “inherited” it when his father bought the company. I was immensely interested, as you can probably imagine. The problem was in not appearing to be too interested.

The wind did reappear as the race committee (and Willy and I) hoped. By the time we started we had a nice 10 to 12 mph breeze. For us to overcome our 40 pound disadvantage we needed at least 15 mph. At the half way point we were within striking distance of the lead and almost as by design, the wind piped up to at least 18mph for the last leg to the finish. We won and Willy was beside himself with glee. A few feet after crossing the finish line he jumped overboard. For me, it was certainly rewarding to help him get his first win of the season but it was also bittersweet as I watched my old boat finish a very good second. I’d gotten the answer to my question about what sails Herb was using... they were the same that I’d sold with the boat. I couldn’t help but wonder if he was just a better sailor and wondered what I would’ve done if I was skippering.

On our way back to the clubhouse I casually asked if he had a catalog for his products. Like any good salesman, he did. However, he wanted to know what I wanted to do with it. He had me... for a few seconds. I have no idea where the thought came from but I remembered Judith, the woman who co-owned the drug store in the town where the first bank I’d worked for was located. I knew that she’d opened her boutique type clothing store and told him that I'd like to get one to her. I hoped that he "bought" my reason and that he'd send one on to me.

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SUMMER FUN... good times (Part 109j)

That Saturday night was the third (and last) race night where I had to start in the back of each race I was in. My goal was to just stay out of trouble and look forward to the following Saturday night. I didn’t qualify for the featured race but stayed around to see the fast cars run. Seeg’s son, Chet, my neighbor Jim’s cousin and a new guy, Jon, were clearly the fastest in that division and had put on a good show the previous two Saturdays. The race was one I’ll never forget. With only a few laps to go the new guy ran over Chet’s rear wheel and launched himself over the outside fence and into the swamp. When the car cleared the fence it had to have been at least 15 feet in the air. He didn’t get hurt but the car sure did. As it turned out it remained the most spectacular crash at the track for many years.

Another reason for staying, at least for Darren, was a chance to see the good looking young thing that was always around Chet’s pit area. Even though he’d been told she was “undateable” he figured it wasn’t hurting anything to look. Actually, it was his hope that she’d see him hanging around and that maybe she’d make an effort to talk to him. Chet had become one of the fan favorites at the track and because his car was painted white, his fans would wear all white clothes. Even though the pit area wasn’t the cleanest place, she was also outfitted in white. After the race was over we went over to Chet’s area and, even though it was fairly dark, I could see the outline of her panties through the material of her shorts as I walked up. It wasn’t a VPL where the crotch line showed. The material was thin enough that I could see the outline of her panties without her bending over. A pretty girl and seeing (or almost seeing) her panties was enough to make it a good night for me.

It was early the following week when I got a phone call from Willy, one of the people I knew from the sailing club. When I was first starting to sail and race he’d been one of my instructors. Back a few years earlier (see part 70g) he’d raced with me one day and we became friends. He’d been around the sailing club, on and off, for a few years and because I’d dropped out of the club after selling my racing boat, I hadn’t seen or heard from him in a year. He wanted to know what had happened to me and why I’d sold my boat. I got him up to date and then asked why he’d called. He was quite direct. He wanted me to sail with him in the upcoming area sailing championships. If you've read some of my earlier posts you know that I had a very good track record in them. The upcoming one was going to be his first and he was looking for all the help he could get. While he was talking I was conjuring up the image of his wife and it was a good one. Willy had let Elle and I stay in their apartment in the city over one weekend a few years back and I’d managed to peek into her panty drawer. Putting the memory of her panties with the memory of her looks was quite pleasant. Long story short... the little  I’d recently done with the Sailfish had whetted my appetite for sailing again and I actually missed the competition. Even though I knew we’d be at a weight disadvantage (too heavy) I said “yes“. The one negative was that I wouldn’t be able to race on that Friday because I knew I couldn’t get off work. He didn’t have a problem with it and as I hung up the phone I started psyching myself up for the weekend. When I told Elle of my plans I got the ”evil eye“. I knew why. She’d gotten used to having me around for the weekends... at least for most of it. I promised that it was a one time thing but that didn’t change the ”look“.

Wednesday nights had been late a night for me during July. The mortgage committee met to review the applications that J J had approved and that the bank appraiser had inspected every Wednesday afternoon. Hobie, as the corporate Secretary, had to record the actions taken by the committee. He was due to go on vacation in August. As assistant Secretary that meant I’d be the one to fill in for him. To prepare me for the task I had to attend the July meetings. When they were over Hobie and I went over what my responsibilities were which didn’t get me out of the door until after 6pm. When I made the turn for home there was no station wagon in the usual parking place. Once inside I found a note that Elle had been prevailed upon to fill in for tennis. I’d come home a few other times when she was out but usually found that she’d prepared something for me to eat. Not on this night. I was sure it was the fall out from having agreed to sail with Willy.

I could’ve made a sandwich for myself but that’s what I’d had for lunch and it just didn’t seem all that appetizing. I changed my clothes and headed for the new diner just down the road at 5 corners. Bret had told me that it was pretty good so I felt it was worth a try. I didn’t want to take a lot of time so sat at the counter and on the very end. How do I put this... timing is everything in life and I sure hit it right. The two end stools gave a clear view down behind the counter. As I sat down I saw  a female down on her haunches trying desperately to pull some sort of a container out from under the counter. I watched and as she pulled and tugged her legs kept opening and closing from side to side kind of like a shutter. With a black skirt on the white of her panties was like a beacon. I’m not exaggerating when I tell you I watched her struggle for almost a minute before this guy came out from the kitchen to help her. When he did I turned away as if I were waiting for someone. A minute or two later she came up and asked what I wanted. She wasn’t pretty and she she wasn’t cute. On the other hand she wasn’t ugly either but having seen her panties I was somewhat ”taken“ by her. My memory tells me she was pretty average in height and build but as she worked the counter I visualized her in just her panties. She certainly helped the time pass by and I made a note to myself to stop in again.

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SUMMER FUN... good times (Part 109i)

As it turned out, the baby was asleep upstairs. I watched Elle climbing the stairs and could clearly see her ”frilly“ panties as she did. I had to wait until she came back down and when she did I saw the lace lace treatment around the leg openings. I was disappointed. Her mother was outside with the older girls and it would’ve been a perfect time to ”visit”, I didn’t, thinking that she’d not done as I asked. When I didn’t make an attempt to go between her legs she asked what was wrong and walked up and did it for me.

She’d told me that she was “soaked” when we were leaving the tennis venue but right then and there she was “sopping”. I was rubbing the crotch of her “frilly” panties for the first time. I couldn’t help but think of the fancy panties in her drawer at home that she wouldn’t wet in because she’d “ruin them” and wondered why she’d done this in panties that other people would surely see in the future. I didn’t dwell on it for long and took advantage of what she was offering me.

We stayed until the baby woke up. It was then that Elle changed into a dry pair of her old Carter’s Spanky pants for the ride home. Up until that time Elle had humored me by sitting on the lawn in such a way as I could get very good views of her wet panties. She’d caught me watching and smiled each time she did. Her mother was clueless which made it even more fun. Where the real fun came in was at home after all the kids were in bed.

During that next week J J and I had driven to his building lot to see what, if anything had been done in the way of starting his house. He was pleasantly surprised to see that the contractor had gotten the foundation done but there were no workmen around or stacks of wood that would indicate they were contemplating the next step... framing the house. I knew he wanted a large house to hold all his kids but I was a bit surprised at the footprint of the foundation as it didn’t appear to be all that big. He was happy yet disappointed. On our way back to work, to cheer him up, I suggested that he come over to have supper with us. I knew Elle wouldn’t be too thrilled but I figured she had all afternoon to come up with something to eat. He took me up on the offer and when I called Elle I didn’t get the negative response I’d expected. With that I was actually looking forward to it as he really was a nice person.

He showed his experience around kids, quickly winning my three over. During the after dinner conversation something about sailing came up. When it did Elle mentioned that we had a Sailfish sailboat. He, being a city boy and, as we found out at dinner, had only been exposed to sailing at a Summer boy scout camp when he was young. One thing led to another and the next thing I knew we were on our way to the lake so I could show him what Elle had been talking about. If I’d had even the slightest inkling that he might want to go for a sail I would’ve brought the sail, rudder and dagger board. He was really enthusiastic about it and made me promise that I’d take him out. That thought didn’t exactly thrill me as I figured him to weigh around 180 pounds or so and with my 160 that poor little boat would end up being a submarine. When he saw my reluctance he volunteered to buy pizza on that night. A new pizza shop had just opened in town and he hit a soft spot in my stomach with the offer.

That Saturday night was the second of the three that I had to start the race car from the back. It was a little better as I did qualify for the main event but, again, had to start in the rear and had to play follow the leader(s). I have no idea where I finished but it didn’t matter because if you didn’t finish in the top ten you got the minimum of $10. I do remember that I wasn’t involved in any wrecks so that was a positive.

J J finally persuaded me to take him sailing the early part of the next week. I had to give him credit as he came with plenty of pizza and dressed for the occasion. Even with minimum wind his enthusiasm seemed boundless. I’d figured an hour at best but he insisted that we stay out until it was almost dark. He also persuaded me to let him handle the tiller so he could steer the boat. I truly was surprised.

As we were putting the gear away he told me that he was finally working on a deal to rent a house for three months. When he was telling me he had a bit of a smile. I knew there was more to it than that and I was right. He was renting the guest house located behind the main house owned by the man who ran the advertising agency the bank used (Remember Amy?). Well, he’d worked a deal to rent the main house.

He made me promise not to say anything but told me that Amy’s grandfather, the owner of the company was retiring in August and moving. That left just Amy and her father in this huge house. I’ve mentioned that J J managed to lead a charmed life with things seeming to fall his way. This was another case of it. He’d persuaded Amy and her father to move into the guest house where he was living. He told me the reason for not saying anything was that there would be a formal announcement of the retirement in early August. While we were talking he told me that his wife was due to give birth just about any day and that if I didn’t see him at work at least I’d know where he was.

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SUMMER FUN... good times (Part 109h)

I survived the third set without thoroughly embarrassing myself and as I remember it I actually hit the ball a few times for winning points. When it was over we all took a break as some of the wait staff from the restaurant had arrived with water, iced tea and lemonade. The facilities were bereft of seats or shade to get out of the sun. A few were complaining and almost as if on cue, the owner came across the road to address us. He came with a big poster display board and it only took a few minutes to realize that we were in for a spiel.

The one thing he did do was to explain the reference to ”resort“ that had me puzzled. It was a concept and not yet fact. The display board showed a rendering of what he had in mind. As I said, he owned the restaurant and he’d just purchased the motel as well as the vacant property just East of it. The rendering showed a clubhouse next to the tennis courts as well as a pool. It all looked good but I had some serious doubts about it ever being a ”resort“, especially in this area. When he finished up he thanked us all for coming and asked us to tell our tennis playing friends about the new courts. He also said there would be prizes for the winners when we were done.

As Elle and I were getting our gear together Suzanne approached to say that I had tied for third place. I looked at her in total disbelief. I knew, for sure, that I’d been a liability to each of my partners. She laughed and told me that because I’d had a run of good tennis players as partners that we’d won more games than we lost. When the awards were made I was embarrassed to receive mine as almost everyone that was there knew how bad I was.

It wasn’t much... just two cans of tennis balls. To be respectful of the other ”winners“ we stayed to watch them get their awards even though Elle was very anxious to leave. The woman who I’d played with earlier with the unbelievably short dress got second place and when she went to get her prize she was holding her racquet across her front. Somehow, the butt end of it had hooked the hem of her dress and pulled it up a bit exposing her panties. When I’d played with her as my partner I’d thought that she was just wearing regular panties as I’d clearly seen the crotch line. I’d seen enough of Elle’s tennis playing ladies and seen what they were wearing and not seen anywhere near as much of a crotch line. Now, as she stood there waiting for Suzette to hand over her prize I would’ve bet real money that those panties were her every day, regular ones. Thankfully, I was able to cover my bulge.

I fully expected Elle to make a comment about how short the dress the woman had worn but she didn’t. However, Elle did ask if I’d noticed anything ”funny“ about her. I had no idea where she was coming from with that so said I didn’t. Her response was very short and succinct... ”Well, I’m soaked!“ To be truthful, my mind was still occupied with thoughts wondering just how many women actually did play tennis in their every day panties. After a pause I asked for how long. I got another short answer... ”Too long“ but she didn't seem upset.

A I mentioned, there was nothing there but the tennis courts. The restaurant was on the other side of the road and probably 500 yards to the West. Elle’s ”window“ was, at best, a minute, give or take a few seconds. She told me that as she was finishing up her third set she knew that she’d leaked. By the time she walked off the court she knew it was too late to even try to make it. I looked at her as she was telling me that she was actually shaking hands to congratulate her opponents when she was emptying her bladder... and she was smiling. She also said that she was afraid the sanitary pad wouldn’t hold much and it would start to flow down her legs so she didn’t stay all that long and headed for the station wagon. Once there she realized that she hadn’t replaced her spare panties normally hidden under the front seat. She told me that she seriously thought about not returning but knew Suzette would come looking for her.

Next was the part that excited me more than her being wet. She told me that she knew she had to do something so what she did was, while standing with the front door open but closed right up to her back, to reach down into her ”package“ and to pull the soggy sanitary pad out. Using a towel from under the seat she dried her hands and then felt her frilly panties to see if they were wet. Finding them somewhat dry she headed back to the courts and proceeded to play the last two sets in wet panties. I was hard as a rock!. It was hard to believe what she’d just told me. I’d known her, intimately, for so many years and this was a whole new side of her I’d recently been witnessing, and loving it. My problem was in keeping my enthusiasm for it somewhat muted as I certainly wanted it to continue.

The only thing I did was to ask her to take off the sanitary panty with it’s plastic crotch. She wasn’t sure about that as it had done a fairly good job keeping her wetness somewhat confined. As we approached her house I remembered the time she’d been wet and we were due to eat at my parents house. She’d remembered that her mother still had some of her clothes in her old dresser in what had been her room. I told her that it wasn’t like we were staying and that she could go put on a pair of her old panties over the wet ones. As I said she had some doubts but didn’t say ”No.“

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SUMMER FUN... good times (Part 109g)

Now I haven't mentioned anything about the pretty blonde girl that we’d seen back when we went out to Seeg’s farm to get the motor. Darren had said he was going to see what he could find out about her. It turned out she was a distant relative of Seeg’s wife that until about a year ago she hadn’t even known existed. She’d been born in Poland and after her parents died someone had let Seeg and his family know. Seeg’s wife looked at the situation as an opportunity to finally have a daughter and arranged for her to come to America. When Darren had made his inquiry he was told, in no uncertain terms, that she was ”undateable“. He did learn that she went by the americanized name of Karen. At the track that night we all made sure we got a good look at her even though she was ”untouchable“.

Sunday, as we were getting dressed for the tennis that I’d agreed to participate in, I asked Elle what she was going to wear. As I’ve previously written, I noticed that when she wore a dress that it was possible to get some really good views of her panties as opposed to when she wore a skirt. I’d not passed this on to her and hoped that she’d choose a dress for this occasion. She didn’t and chose the pleated skirt with the multiple colors hidden in the pleats. It was still possible to get a few peeks wearing it so I wasn’t too displeased. However, she decided to wear a partial package (sanitary pad, cotton panties and a sanitary panty with a plastic crotch) which didn’t make me happy. She added a pair of ”frilly panties“ ( three rows of lace sewn across the back and around the leg openings) to hide the sanitary panty. I knew I was in no position to offer up my opinion so kept my mouth shut.

As you’ve read (numerous times) of my disdain for tennis I won’t repeat it again. I’d assumed (you know what’s coming) that we’d be going to the tennis court at the place where we’d observed the fireworks but Elle told me to head for her parents house to drop off the kids. On the way she explained that we were going to be part of a group of people who her friend, Suzanne, (her tennis playing teacher friend) had put together at a new tennis facility. Before I had a chance to object she went on to say that Suzanne had taken a Summer job as an ”Events Planner“ at a new resort out East. I had a pretty good knowledge of what was going on in the business world in our area and I knew nothing about a new resort. When we arrived at the destination I could see three new tennis courts next the parking lot of a well known restaurant. There were some cars parked next to the fence and a group of people wearing white tennis clothes. This had to be the place but I was wondering about the ”resort“ part of it.

Next to the restaurant was one of only three motels in the township. It was, by far, the largest and nicest but by no means could the facility be called a resort. I recognized Suzanne and a few others and she waved us over and told us to register. Hearing that I became more uncomfortable. She proceed to tell us that we would be playing in a ”round robin“ tournament and that scores would be kept and prizes awarded at the conclusion. Hearing that, I wanted to head for home. It was explained that there would be five sets with four games in each set. We would all have rotating partners, randomly drawn. I looked at Elle and wanted to kill her.

Warming up, I could see that there were some fairly good players. There were more women than men and I prayed that I’d end up with a good one, regardless of gender. I was concentrating on just getting balls hit to me back over the net and really didn’t take the time to look at what the women looked like or what they were wearing. My first partner was a man who let me know that he was going to try and hit every ball that came on our side of the net. He was very aggressive! Our opponents were two middle aged women and my partner took no mercy on them at all, slamming the ball right at them. It only took a few minutes for our set to be over and we won 4 to 0. Miraculously, I'd survived the first set. We were then told to report our scores and to move on to find our new partners for the next set.

I hoped that I’d have an equally aggressive partner. I’d calmed down a bit and as I waited to start I looked around to see what type outfits the women were wearing. I’d been so nervous in that first set that I’d not even taken notice of what the two opponent females had been wearing. I saw that a tall, 30 something, woman was headed in my direction and as she approached I could see that her dress was exceptionally short. When I say ”exceptionally“ I mean that the hem in front barely covered the crotch of her panties. That definitely took away my nervousness.

I was selected to serve first and as I put the ball in my hand to toss it in the air I glanced up and saw my partner crouched over up by the net. That wasn’t all I saw. In that position the back hem of her dress was mid way between her butt cheeks and her waist. She wasn’t wearing ”frilly panties“ and thought that she might only be wearing one pair of regular panties as I could clearly see the crotch line. I tossed the ball, swung, and missed. I was dutifully embarrassed. Once I put the ball in play it was obvious that the woman knew her way around a tennis court. We lost on my serve but won the other three games. In looking back on it now I wonder how as I kept looking at her panties butt almost the whole time.

It looked something like this... only more.

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SUMMER FUN... good times (Part 109f)

J J had made a couple of attempts to talk with me that same day but we (the bank) were still in the ”busy period“ and I had something else on my mind (read the previous post). I liked J J even though he sometimes seemed to be a bit obtuse. I made a point of catching him before the doors opened to the public. He wanted to tell me that he’d checked up on the building company who he’d signed the contract to build his house and I was pretty much on the mark with my comments. There was little he could do to get out of it by then and was going to look for a place to rent that was in the same town and was big enough for his whole family until it was finished. He’d met with the real estate agent who had handled his purchase of the land and was told that, being Summer, there wasn’t anything available. The whole area was a Summer destination with the majority of the homes just bungalows and cottages and not built for year round living. In listening to him tell his tale of woe I was thinking that before he took the job he should’ve done some research... but he hadn’t. I couldn’t offer any help but promised that I’d ask around.

That night was to be the first night I’d worked on the race car in a month. I’d deliberately avoided telling Elle about the new motor wanting to stay in her good graces as long as possible. I’d been right in so doing as the ”fit hit the shan“ when I told her my plans at supper. At the shop Darren had brought along his neighbor, the former driver Donny. Darren had done a nice job of having everything cleaned up and ready for assembly. Not too long after we’d started I’d pretty much forgotten about Elle and her ”mad“. I really enjoyed working on the car and Darren and his neighbor were fun to work with. Donny was a bit of a cynic and had a dry sense of humor and Darren, knowing this, kept needling him which kept things interesting. Before we knew it was midnight. As we put the tools away we assessed what we’d accomplished and Donny felt that if we were to work on it just one more night we’d be ready to put the motor in the car. Being away from racing for almost two months that’s all I needed to hear. We discussed just what had to be done and decided to give it a try. Elle was already mad so I figured ”why not?“

Elle and I spoke but a few sentences the next day but I was at the shop at 8pm and so was Darren and Donny. We had the motor buttoned up around 11pm and they wanted me to go home and bring the car right back to the shop. When James gave me permission to use his shop I had to promise that I wouldn’t bring it there in daylight. Being early July that meant it would have to be after 9:30pm or so. They tried to argue that it would save us a whole day (night). They almost had me persuaded but I decided I needed to get some sleep. As I mentioned above, the bank was still in it’s ”busy period“ which meant I was too and I was tired.

Friday night, I arrived at the shop with the car in tow just about 10pm. Darren had the motor on the chain hoist ready to be dropped in place. I was under the car tightening down all the mounting bolts when I saw bare legs approaching, obviously a female. I was on a creeper under the car and I moved it over so I could see who it was. Where I exited from under the car had me right behind her feet and as I looked up I saw two half moons of white peeking out from beneath the leg openings of a pair of navy blue shorts. I pushed myself back under so that I could still see the panties and just lay there looking. In reality, it was probably no more that 15 to 20 seconds but, at the time, it was more than enough to start something moving in my pants. It took a minute or so for Darren to recognize that we had a visitor... Peggy. She was on her way home from the movies and saw the lights on in the shop. When I heard her voice I came out from under the car but on the opposite side from where I’d had my ”peek“. As soon as she saw me she wanted to know when she was going to go sailing again. I didn’t really know but I told her the earliest wouldn’t be until the following week. I knew a lot would depend on how long Elle stayed mad at me. I told her to put some pressure on Elle the next time Elle drove her home from work. She smiled and then took off.

Over time I’d found that if I didn’t say much of anything when Elle was mad at me that she’d eventually back down. That Saturday morning she asked if I was racing that night. When I said I was she said that she’d arranged to play tennis Sunday afternoon and that she’d really appreciate it if I’d join her. No threats or ultimatums. When she asked it was in a calm voice, much like she normally spoke. I sensed an opportunity to get get back into her good graces even though I hated playing tennis with other people.

Because I hadn’t raced in almost two months I had to, basically, start over. By that I mean I had to start each race from the rear for three weeks. I knew I was in for a rough time because the new motor wasn’t as powerful as the one that had blown up. That night there were over forty cars that had signed in. I had to start 12th in my first qualifying race with seven cars making it into the feature race. It doesn’t sound like it would be hard to do... pass five cars but it was and I didn’t make it. I had one last chance in the non qualifiers race. I passed a lot of cars but they only took three and I was fifth. The only good thing was that the motor ran well even if it didn’t have as much power as the old one. All in all. it was good to be back at the races.

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SUMMER FUN ... good times (Part 109e)

Elle had never been one to peek at Christmas or birthday presents ahead of time (unlike the writer) so I wasn’t too concerned about her going to take a look in the box. It wasn’t sealed so it would’ve been easy. I went on the premise that she wouldn’t but had to come up with something, anything, that would not make me a liar. A while back I wrote about how we had a ”Want/Need“ list. By then most of our needs had been satisfied. As far as the want list went, we had an agreement that we wouldn’t buy anything unless we had the cash to do so. Back before my birthday we’d seen something new that really had our interest. It was a stereo radio, something very new on the market. What really got my attention was that it also had jacks where you could plug in a record turntable. The only thing we had to play our records on was my old portable record player that only played mono records. It was huge, probably 18” by 15“ and 10+ inches high. Since we’d gotten our new unit we didn’t really have a permanent place to put it so it only got used sparingly. This radio also had removable speakers, a nice feature to enhance the stereo sound. I’d told Johnny at the appliance store that I was interested in one but would have to wait a while. He'd told me he knew where I lived so if I wanted it to go ahead and take it but I’d told him I’d wait. The cost was around $70, a lot for a radio back in those days and we’d managed to put over $60 away. As I waited for Elle’s return I decided that I’d take Johnny up on his offer and lie to Elle about the money. The problem was that the 4th of July was being celebrated on that day and I’d have to wait until the morning to get it. Now the problem was in holding off Elle when she returned.

When she did she was a bit upset. One of the girls had gotten chocolate ice cream on her party dress so she set about cleaning that up. As she disappeared inside she asked me to set up the pool for the kids. All I knew was that it was all buying time for me. By the time she returned outside she was occupied with the baby who’d just woken from her nap. I was happy to play with the girls in the pool until supper time. Anything to avoid the subject of the box.

When it came time for the older girls to go to bed I set about emptying the pool and putting it away. I also managed to sneak out to the station wagon and to transfer the box to the trunk of my car. By then I thought I was home free. Not so. As we readied for bed Elle proceeded to come over to my side of the bed and pushed me down on it. She then climbed on top, straddling me. All she was wearing was two pair of the nylon satin panties and I knew what was coming next. However, it was far too important to me for her not to see the contents of the box so I resisted her advances and pleading. I can’t tell you how hard that was. Whenever she’d do that to me we’d end up having really great sex. I lay there, later, hoping that my sacrifice had been worth it.

I left a little early the next morning. The appliance store was about seven stores down from the bank so I walked. I knew Johnny got there a couple of hours prior to opening the store to get a head start on doing TV repairs. Sure enough, the back door was open. I gave him the $60 and walked out with the radio. There was one more thing to do and that was to take the radio out of the box and to put it in the box that held my stash of panties. By the time I got to the car I was already a few minutes late so just left the radio in the trunk planing to do the exchange during lunch hour.

That proved to be more difficult that I’d expected. I pulled the radio out of the box but when I started into the ”stash“ the parking lot became a beehive of activity. I decided not to chance it there so I moved the boxes and climbed into the car. I was just grabbing handfuls of panties and stuffing them in the radio box when I saw Bret heading my way. I had most of them inside the box when I saw him by the side of the car. I was already perspiring from the noonday heat but the added pressure of seeing Bret made it worse. At the last second I popped out of the car right in front of him. I nervously asked what was up. He laughed and said he’d forgotten his lunch and was walking home to get it. Other than me scaring him a bit he never even slowed down. I flopped back down on the seat and took a couple of deep breaths thinking just how close that had been.

I truly wanted it to be a surprise and by that I mean I wanted to have the radio and speakers in place and playing when she walked in. The trouble with that was I never knew for sure when she was home or not home. Being Summer, she didn’t have many things to do on a schedule and she took advantage of that fact. The only thing I could think of was that on some afternoons she would drive Peggy home and I hoped that this was one of them. I held my breath as I made the turn and when I didn’t see the wagon I let out a little yelp of joy. I didn’t know how much time I had so was really hustling. I’d already scoped out just where both the radio and speakers would go and it went according to plan. I had just turned the radio on when I saw the station wagon pulling up. The box I'd put it in (the one she'd seen the day before) was still on the floor and I deliberately left it there. I ran down the hallway to the bedroom and was stripping out of my suit when I heard her let out a positive yell. It was probably a WOW! or something close to it but what I do remember was that she gave me a great big hug and when she let me go she took my hand and placed it between her legs. Within seconds I felt the warmth. It wasn’t much but the important part was that I hadn’t had to plead or beg for it. Good times, for sure!

Another good thing that I remember from that day is that she never bothered to ask about where I'd gotten the money.

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SUMMER FUN ... good times (Part 109d)

I turned around and saw that there was no one behind us as most of the people had moved out to the bulkhead once the show started. Elle wanted to leave but I told her that it would be impolite not to thank the hostess. She whispered to me that it was better to do that than to be embarrassed. I was holding her hand and told her I was sure that no one would notice. She was wearing a pair of white knit shorts and didn’t want to stain them. I told her I’d buy her two new pair. Now you have to realize that once the first “dribble” started Elle had no more than a minute to get to a toilet. Our little conversation took almost that long so I wasn’t surprised as I saw her spread her legs a bit. I was instantaneously hard. When she’d finished she asked “What now?”

The only light came from the frequent roman candle bursts high in the sky. When we’d arrived it was so dark that you actually had to be standing right in front of a person to know who they were. I was sure that no one would notice and I told her so. She whispered back that I better be right. The show lasted for a total of about twenty minutes and then some of the group started disbursing. Elle stood with her back to one of the chairs and talked briefly with Suzette after she stood up. While they chatted I stepped back to get a glimpse of the “damage“. Elle had already thought of that and was standing with her hands clasped together right in front of her pubic area. Joyce and her husband walked up to us which saved us from having to walk around to find them to say our thanks. By the time we said our ”Good night“ those that remained were all gathered by the bar so Elle was home free as far as embarrassment was concerned. When we got to the station wagon she grabbed my hand and put it right between her legs and gave me a big kiss. That was about the last thing I expected.

It took only about fifteen minutes to get home. I expected silence but Elle was chatty, starting with the show. When she said it was kind of exciting when Joyce and her husband came over to us I wanted to know just what she meant. I thought she would say that she was nervous about being found out but that was only part of it. She admitted that when they were talking to her she had a funny feeling come over her. I asked what she meant and she couldn’t really define it. I can’t tell you exactly what she said but I took her to mean that that standing there in her wet clothes and having them not know was a rush. I can tell you this... hearing that excited me... a lot! That was twice in just a short period of time that she’d expressed similar thoughts and that, to me, was a very good sign.

Not having the kids was a very rare treat and we made good use of the time. It made it worth the trouble to have to go pick them up the next morning. We had to be back by 1pm to deliver the older girls to the birthday where they were invited so I had a little free time. I used it to finally go and retrieve my ”stash“ of panties from my parents garage. I’d taken a chance by leaving them there after my father had been bullied into cleaning the space up by my mother. I won’t say that I held my breath about finding them because I knew my father pretty well and he operated on the premise of making haste slowly. As I entered the garage I could see that he’d not done much since the last time I’d been in there. My treasures were still where they were when I saw them last. Now the problem was in just what to do with them.

I managed to get the box into the back of the station wagon without Elle seeing it which was the first step. Just having my hands on it was somewhat stimulating and I really wanted to take a look to see just what was there... but I didn’t. On our way home Elle asked if there was something wrong because I was so deep in thought. I was going over various hiding places in my mind and was not coming up with anything. I changed focus and let it slide. That almost did me in.

While Elle changed the girls clothes I unloaded all the baby’s things from the station wagon. I left the box in the back after taking the playpen out. Seeing me carrying it, Elle asked me to set it up in the back yard. While I was doing that she appeared with the girls all dressed up and headed out for the party. The back of the wagon was down so she had to close it before driving off. I didn’t give it much thought as she drove away.

Later that afternoon we were working out in the garden and she, casually, asked what was in the box that was in the back of the wagon. It was a good thing that I was already hot and perspiring because I could feel the rush of blood to my face when she did. I really didn’t know what to say. It took a few seconds for my mind to start functioning and when it did the words that came out were right off the top of my head. I told her I had some surprises for her but that I wasn’t ready to give them to her. Like any female she wanted to know what they were. I just knew she'd try and cajole me into giving them to her. I remember standing there in the garden and expecting for her to ”go for the jugular“ and offer to wet her panties for me. I didn’t know what to do. Sometimes, timing comes into play and it sure did this time as the phone rang. It was time for her to go get the kids. I was saved but only for a short time.

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SUMMER FUN... good times (Part 109c)

With my promotion at the bank my focus on the race car was diverted. I certainly welcomed the additional money but it didn’t take long to realize that it came with a price of it’s own... time. Darren had called a few times to see what was happening. He’d finished cleaning all the parts and pieces and was waiting for me to show up so we could put it back together. He’d talked James, his boss, into buying new piston rings and bearings for it. I’d originally planned to be back at the track for the 4th of July weekend but between the added hours at work and trying to stay on the right side of Elle (sailing/tennis/kids/yard work/etc.) I’d not been able to squeeze out the time. I told him that the “busy” period at work would soon be over and that the middle of July was my new target. He told me he was anxious to get the motor done and to see what it would do. I told him I was too but that sometimes reality had to take precedence.

Speaking of work, J J had closed on the property for his new house and had been in the process of get a building contractor. He wanted to have it finished in time for school to open in September. I told him that he was dreaming. When he told me who he’d chosen I laughed out loud. Hearing the name I was immediately reminded of John, one of the people I’d worked with in the Civil Service Department for the County. He’d contracted with that same company to have a basic three bedroom Cape Cod style home built and it took them over four months to finish it. Elle’s father had also told me of some questionable practices they used in the construction process. He’d worked for them one Winter and quit because of it. J J, of course, wanted to know what was so funny. When I told him the look on his face was priceless. I remember his mouth hanging open for a few seconds. He told me he didn’t know what he was going to do because he needed to have a place to live by the time school opened. I didn’t have anything to tell him at that point except to pray a lot.  

July 4th was on a Sunday so we planned to spend the day at my parents house as my mother had complained that Elle’s mother was “hoarding” (her word) the kids. It wasn’t that way at all but to keep the peace that was the decision. We knew it would create some friction with Elle’s mother (as it always did). Elle knew her father, because of his work, seldom saw the kids during the Summer so offered her mother the opportunity to have the kids overnight. It was an effort to somewhat appease her even though it would mean another trip back to pick them up the next morning as the two older ones had a birthday party to go to.

It was the first time the kids had been to the beach in almost a year and they were excited. We’d been invited by Joyce (the lady with the tennis court) and her husband to view the annual fireworks display from their front yard which faced the bay. The Township rented a barge and would anchor it offshore in front of the public park. Joyce lived about a half mile West of there and told us they had the absolute best view of the proceedings. An added advantage was that all the smoke and debris (and a lot of the noise) would be blown to the East. We had deferred not knowing how our day would play out but were told that it was an open invitation.

It was perfect day for sailing but the Sailfish was still out at the lake where I’d left it. In place of it my father took us all out in his motor boat. It had been my grandfather’s and even if it wasn’t very “sporty” it was actually perfect for taking the kids. Elle, as she’d done way back when we were still dating, still wore a pair of panties under her bathing suit. She really liked days spent at the beach as she didn’t have to worry about making it to the bathroom. We got reacquainted with the next door neighbors and their kids. For me, I was treated to some “eye candy”. Even though it was a beautiful beach day Jeanette was wearing a pair of cutoff jean shorts instead of a bathing suit. As she played with her kids on the beach I would occasionally see a bit of pink showing from beneath the leg openings. We ended up being invited to a cook out with them which worked out perfectly. Leaving just as it started getting dark meant we could act on the invitation to observe the fireworks. The location was on our way home so we didn’t have to go out of our way.

It was obvious that the people had invited a fair number of other people. As we walked out to the front (NOTE: On houses built on the water, the front of the house faces it) I noticed that they’d moved all the patio furniture. There were about a dozen people in all and the patio table was serving as a bar. Joyce, the owner, welcomed us and led us over to get something to drink and then to Suzette, the tennis playing teacher that Elle worked with. As I looked around I could see that all the chairs were occupied by the women and there were no more available. I suggested that we stand behind Suzette so Elle could talk with her. Standing there I took note of the fact that she had on a tennis dress but there was no way to get a good look. It wasn’t long after that we heard the first loud “BOOM”. The show was about to begin.

In previous years the length of the show varied from 15 minutes up to a half hour. It depended upon how much money the Township got in donations. It was maybe ten minutes into it when Elle nudged me. I looked at her and could see she had a distressed and somewhat resigned look on her face. I knew immediately what was wrong.

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SUMMER FUN... good times (Part 109b)

The tennis court was located in the back yard of a waterfront home. It lay adjacent to the street with a shoulder high hedge between it and the street. The house was easily 100 yards away and a wind screen shielded it from the court. It was very private. Because the idea to play had come up so late there wasn’t time to get a baby sitter so we loaded all the kids into the wagon and headed out. We had the playpen for the baby and persuaded the older girls to be ball girls and to go fetch our errant hits. I know we didn’t play all that long before Elle motioned me to come up to the net. She had a distressed look on her face and I wondered if she'd hurt herself. It was that at all as she told me that she'd "leaked". I knew what that meant. She had maybe a minute before she'd be emptying her bladder. Her peeing always excited me but I never wanted her to be embarrassed. I motioned her over to the side where there were a few folding chairs and told her to sit down. Sure enough, the puddle started forming under her right after she did. While she was going I checked behind the wind screen to make sure the owners weren't headed our way. When I returned I knelt down in front of her and put my hand up and into the crotch of her panties where she promptly swatted it away. I asked her why and she said that the kids would see what we were doing. Looking over my shoulder I could see them having fun throwing the balls over the net at each other. Reluctantly she allowed me to return. One of the things that I really loved was the feel of wet nylon satin and it really felt good as I was rubbing. Elle could see my bulge and smiled. I remember her telling me that if someone did come by that it would be me that was embarrassed.

She gently removed my hand and while still holding it asked what we were going to do. I tried rearranging myself and when I'd "deflated" enough to stand up I told her we should go back to playing tennis. She laughed but I asked her “Why not?” I reminded her that when she had a wet bathing suit on it didn’t slow her down from whatever it was that she was doing. I got another of “those” looks indicating she didn’t agree but she slowly rose up from the chair, turned her back to me and bent over, asking how bad it looked. Talk about a perfect view! She wanted to know how wet she was. I had to admit that she was pretty wet and when I did thought that would end the chance to continue. That’s when I remembered the towels under the front seat of the wagon.

After mopping her crotch up a bit we actually tried to play a match. Once she started concentrating on beating me (it wasn’t hard) she pretty much forgot about her panties being wet. We quit when the baby started fussing. The older girls didn’t want to stop and, uncharacteristically, started whining about having to leave. I made the mistake of telling them to stop and that we'd all go for ice cream. That upset Elle because she didn't like to "bribe" the kids but it was too late with the “damage” already done. I had the playpen loaded up and was getting the older girls seated when I heard an unfamiliar female voice behind me. It was the lady who owned the house and court. Elle hadn’t yet made it into the front seat and the lady, Joyce, started talking to Elle. I knew that Elle was probably dying of embarrassment knowing that she had damp panties on. I tried to interrupt telling Joyce that we’d promised the girls ice cream and had to get going. That didn’t deter her at all and, in fact, made it worse. She proceeded to invite us up to her house to have ice cream there. I was waiting for Elle to reinforce my desire to leave but she didn’t. It wasn’t long before all of us were trekking across the lawn to their patio. I found it hard to believe that Elle would do this with damp panties and wearing a short tennis dress. When we got there I was introduced to the husband. As soon as I saw him I recognized him as a customer at the bank. At least I'd have someone to talk with.

Elle and I were asked to sit while the lady and her husband went in to dish out the ice cream. Fortunately, the chairs around their table were covered with plastic. I was curious as to why she'd agreed to do this. The answer was one that, again, made me question the workings of the female mind. She said she was afraid that if we didn’t accept the invitation the lady wouldn’t invite Elle back. Hmmmm...? In any case we did enjoy the ice cream and the company.

Back at home, with the kids in bed, I coerced Elle to pee through the panties again. That led to a very enjoyable rest of the evening. Later, lying in the darkness, I asked Elle if she felt embarrassed. I thought, for sure, that she would say yes but she said one of the most surprising things I think I’d ever heard her say up to that time... that she felt somewhat excited knowing that she was wet and they didn’t know. I didn’t know what to say so didn't pursue it any further and just put it in the back of my mind for future reference.

To be continued...