FURTHER ALONG... fun in the Fall (Part 111g)

Getting the older girls to bed was relatively easy. They were exhausted from all the activities they’d been involved in for the past two days. Both Elle and I were looking forward to to an early bedtime after our night on the lumpy mattress. It was still warm at 9pm and, taking Elle up on her promise to let me ”play“ I suggested that we go outside. The neighbors were away for the whole weekend so that was one concern of Elle’s that was removed. The other was that the street light on the opposite corner was out. I’d pictured Elle straddling my knees and allowing me to rub her crotch as she peed ever since the "promise". Just the thought of it had me ”excited“. She was too tired to argue so I pulled the chaise out onto the lawn and we took our places. It was the first time she’d allowed me to feel her crotch since I’d added the new, sexy panties. However, my first reaction was that they were not really compatible with what I wanted to do. It didn’t take long for Elle to let her pee go and as I rubbed the crotch I could feel the seams of the material that was added to the real crotch. The center, with the double nylon, wasn’t all that wide. I certainly reacted to her peeing in a positive way but the rubbing part wasn’t all that good.

I had her get up and come nestle into my lap with her back into my chest. I could get my arm(s) around her and hands into her crotch and was happy to just sit/lay there. I was almost asleep when I heard my name. Elle was asleep and when I reacted I woke her up. Even with the darkness I could make out two forms out by the gate. Talk about being in a compromising position. Both my hands were buried into Elle’s wet crotch and she was wearing a short nightie. She bolted straight upright and I called back to the forms I could make out. I didn’t recognize the voice and when the male voice came back he identified himself as Lars. My mind wasn’t functioning all that well and it took a few seconds to remember him as the guy who’d stopped by with his wife when I was working on the race car a while back. By then Elle had made it to the door of the patio room and disappeared inside.  I went out to greet him. The other form I'd seen was his wife, Natalie. He wanted to know why I hadn’t raced the night before. He’d gone and was disappointed that I wasn’t there.  We chatted for a few minutes and while we did I was checking out his wife. It wasn’t so dark that I couldn’t notice her short shorts. They reminded me of the ones that Jeanette, my parents Summer neighbor, wore. When we’d met the first time I was up to my eyeballs working on the car and hadn’t checked her out all that well. I did remember that she had a nice round butt though. Even worse I’d not followed up on where it was that they lived in the park. I remedied that by getting their address and promising that we’d all get together sometime soon. I vowed to myself that I’d check out their exact location the very next day.

We had no plans for Labor Day at all... except that I wanted to get Peggy’s bag and bathing suit back to her. She told us that she’d be very busy once school started which was the very next day. She was a majorette in the school marching band and would have practices every afternoon. We knew our girls would miss seeing her and although I didn’t see her every day, so would I. When I left to deliver it I decided to take one last look at the nylon panties so didn't want Elle to go with me. It was hard to pick a time and when I did she wasn't happy. I told her I'd be back in fifteen minutes. I stopped the car and pulled them out and, again, was puzzled why she’d worn what looked like a brand new pair if she was expecting her period. It also bothered me not knowing where I’d seen the same kind before. I stared at the label for at least a minute and when I was stuffing them back in the bag it finally came to me. Jan, the girl who’d lived at my grandfather’s and was now married to Bret, my co-worker had some. Once the revelation came I remembered that they'd came from the Woolworth’s 5 & 10 cent store across from my grandfather’s house. I was actually mad at myself for never having followed up on that.

Peggy thanked me for all the things that we'd done for and with her over the Summer and promised that she'd try to accommodate us if and when we needed a baby sitter. I remember telling her that she was definitely number one on our list and wishing her a good school year. I was just about to pull out of the driveway when I remembered the Evette catalog I'd left with her. I called out to her and her face lit up when she realized what it was I was talking about. She disappeared inside and returned with it. I asked if she'd picked out anything for herself and I remember her standing there blushing. As much as I wanted to see just what she'd chosen I was already way past the fifteen minutes I'd told Elle I'd be gone. It had to wait.

Elle knew the chances for getting called in as a substitute teacher at the very beginning of the year were about zero. Having the time she decided to line up the lady who’d watched the kids the previous school year. She was in for a shock when the lady told her that she wouldn’t be able to do it for her. The program that she’d created for the Summer (where Peggy worked) had been so successful that she was only taking kids that she could have for the whole day. Trying to keep track of kids getting home from school was just too much for her and especially singled out those who were in half day kindergarten. Anne, our middle daughter, was one of them. She did say she’d take Kay, our youngest, but that left the other two. Since I spent little time in and around the park anymore I didn’t have any suggestions.

After we ate supper I suggested that we go for a walk. That was something I hadn’t done in a very long time. The older girls weren’t thrilled with the idea but off we went as a family. I hadn’t said anything to Elle about my idea of locating just where Lars and Natalie lived. They were located on one of the last pads that I’d worked on when I still worked at the park. It was similar to ours in that they had no neighbor on one side. We actually made two passes past their unit. The first was to confirm the location and the second was to see if I could make some sort of contact. I’d seen a woman reading at a picnic table but I didn’t think it was Natalie. Luck was with me as I saw Natalie coming from out back. I hailed her and she recognized me. Seeing Elle with me she came right over and introduced herself as being one of the people who’d ”scared” us the night before. I could tell Elle wasn’t all that pleased about being reminded of it but she tried to laugh it off. While that was going on Lars opened the door to see where Natalie had disappeared to.

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FURTHER ALONG... fun in the Fall (Part 111f)

After we ate my mother asked if I’d do her a favor and drive to town to get her a Sunday paper. That was something my father would do for her as soon as he got up on Sunday mornings but he was off fishing. Elle said she would go say good morning to the kids while I was gone. It’s less than two miles to town and usually took less than ten minutes, round trip. Waiting to make the turn off the main Road into town I glanced over to my right. The realty office where Elle’s former teacher, Vic, worked was right there. Having seen their sign in front of the house I’d taken a quick look at earlier in the week I changed my mind and pulled in. Vic was excited to see me and asked about Elle. When I asked about the house he really got excited. I asked if he had time to let me take a look at it and he hesitated for a few seconds. He explained that he had an appointment in about a half hour but quickly told me that if we made it a fast trip he could make it back in time.

The house was less than five minutes away. Seeing the it in daylight made it a lot larger than it had appeared in the fleeting light the first time I saw it. We parked in front of a two car detached garage and then walked up a path to the back door. I stepped inside to see a huge kitchen with what appeared to be new appliances. Vic explained that the owners had recently added on to the kitchen and that, yes, the appliances were new. We literally flew through the house. On the first floor was a fairly large dining room, a large living room and a den area right off of it. There was also a small bath with sink, toilet and shower. There were four bedrooms upstairs that appeared to be equal in size (approx 12’x16’) each with a large closet, something that Elle craved. The one thing I spotted as a negative was there there was only one bathroom upstairs which wasn’t much bigger that the one in our mobile home. A very quick visit to the attic up a fixed flight of stairs revealed that it was partially floored. Vic was anxious to get back to the office but I prevailed and got a peek at the basement. Not finished but it did offer plenty of potential. At that point I was the one who was excited. On the returning trip I had to offer up the inevitable question... how much?

I’d crunched the numbers to see what we could afford back when Artie had shown us the houses back in the Spring and the most we could afford back then was around $22,000. When I heard $28,000 I choked. Even the raise that came with the promotion didn’t really change our situation all that much. I thanked Vic and told him that the price was way out of line for us. The hardest part of telling him that was I knew Elle would absolutely go crazy for the house. I decided not to say anything to her because I didn’t want to have her pushing me for something that didn’t make economic sense. As I drove back with my mother’s newspaper I wished that I hadn’t stopped at the realty office.

I really don’t remember much of the day except for when Elle discovered the sexy panties. She wasn’t thrilled with them but I did elicit a promise that she’d let me ”play“ after we got home. I was surprised in that she usually didn’t want to do anything in her fancy panties but wasn’t going to complain. I did put the sails on the Sailfish and gave Danny his ride. He really took to it and as we were putting the boat away he told me that he was going to ask his grandfather to get him one for Christmas. My first reaction was that, knowing the man and how he doted on Danny, I had a ready buyer for mine. It would serve to be the down payment for the Sunfish I’d committed to. However, my conscience quickly caught up with me. No one in the family had even a clue about sailing. There was no way that I was going to sell to them and then have something go drastically wrong and have it on my conscience.

Elle wanted to get home early enough to do some of her normal weekend chores that she'd put off. We waited until the ”fishermen“ returned and it was a good move. They’d done well and we were able take some fresh bluefish (my favorite) home with  us. After loading all our ”gear“ into the station wagon I made one final pass through my parents house. It was a good thing I did because I found my mother had put Peggy’s bag and things into one of the changing rooms on the porch. As soon as I saw the bag I remembered the panties. My father was showering upstairs and my mother was talking with Elle and the girls out in the driveway. Without having to worry about anyone seeing me I dove right into the bag and found the panties folded up in her bathing suit. Nylon, my first impression was that they were new as there was no staining in the crotch area. They had the feel of satin like the Plymouth panties that Elle usually wore and the width of the crotch was almost as wide. The label didn’t help me all that much as all it said was, in script, Nylon and had the numeral 6 inside a circle. I stared at it for a few seconds and had the feeling I’d seen it before. It wasn’t coming to me and I could see Elle starting to pace so just stuffed them back into the bag.

All the way home I kept trying to remember where I'd seen the same kind of panties. I knew it wasn't all that long ago which made it even more frustrating. As I concentrated on that it got me to wondering why she'd worn such a nice pair under her suit if she was worried about getting her period. I remembered that Elle wore panties under her bathing suit back when we first started dating but as I got to know her better I accepted (and liked) it as one of her "quirks". By the time we arrived home I had two things puzzling me.

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FURTHER ALONG... fun in the Fall (Part 111e)

I’m not sure how long I sat there before, out of the corner of my eye, I saw some movement from next door. I could see a head with blonde hair (Jeannette) headed for their stairs to the beach. Furniture blocked me from seeing what she was wearing so I had to get up. It took a few seconds for me to be able to see her body and I liked what I saw. It was a short, sleeveless nightie. I couldn’t see anything beneath the hem but it was short enough that if she bent over I knew I had a chance. I could see her looking out into the bay and saw a mute swan and her babies following behind. They were about 80 to 100 feet out from the shore. Jeannette had a bag in her hand and I watched as she attempted to throw something out into the water towards them. It was obvious they were ignoring her as they were steady making it towards the East. Then I got what I was looking for as she bent over to put the bag on the sand. I could see just a smidgen of her panties and I stood there hoping that she’d bend over just a bit further.

The swans were almost to the dock when I ran to the door and called to Jeanette. I hailed her to come over and run out onto the dock and drop whatever she had down to them. I actually forgot that I was in just my boxers. She came running up her stairs and out onto the deck portion of the dock. As she ran towards the end of the dock the rear hem of her nightie was bouncing up and down giving me a good inch of panty to view. She got to the end in time to get the swans attention. However, within seconds she was out of whatever it was she was trying to feed them. She turned and called back to me asking if I had any stale bread. I was standing in the doorway and, not giving the request much thought, I headed for the kitchen and found the heels of a couple of loaves of bread in the breadbox. I ran them back to the door and out onto the dock. I was halfway to the end (and Jeannette) before I realized what I wasn’t wearing. I hesitated for a second but continued to the end.

As I approached her I couldn’t see anything but her legs from under the hem of her nightie. I just hoped that it was the same for her. The swans went crazy for the bread and Jeanette was lamenting that Karen’s husband wasn’t there to take pictures. As they finished their meal I began to think about not embarrassing myself as I made my way back to the house. I turned and looked over my shoulder and saw Elle standing there on the raised deck portion of the dock. She was holding the hem of her nightie on both sides trying to keep it down. She was calling out to me asking what we were doing. When I called back to her that there were baby swans (cygnets) out there she let go of her nightie and rushed towards us.

I don’t want to belabor a point that most could care less about but as Elle headed towards me I could see her plastic pants between her legs. For me it was incredibly exciting. The cygnets were bobbing there in the water below us and I’m not sure they knew what they were looking for. I let Elle in so she could get a better look and as she did I patted her butt. Even though she was dry when I left her to come downstairs it was obvious (to me) that she wasn’t any longer and that explained why I saw her plastic pants as they were encasing a soggy mess.

With no more bread forthcoming the swans headed East. That meant we all had to get back to the house. Because of having seen (and felt) Elle’s ”package“ I had bit of a problem down below so I knew I didn’t want to lead the way. Elle was equally self conscious but Jeanette was busy talking to her and not focusing on anything but her face. She started walking with Elle right beside her and with me, happily, now following. Jeanette’s nightie was long enough to hide her panties but when Elle started up the stairs I could see the plastic panties again which re-inflated me a bit. No sooner had we gotten off the dock when Danny, Jeanette’s son, came flying out their front door. He headed right to me saying, loudly that he wanted another ride on the Sailfish. Jeanette was displeased with his behavior and grabbed him by the arm and leaned over to verbally discipline him. As she did the back of her gown came up... and stayed up. There was no doubt that her panties were cotton and, based upon my discovery the previous Summer, in all probability, Lollipop bikinis. I was less than three feet away. WHEW!

Elle made her ”escape“ into the house during that episode. I stayed (and looked) for almost a minute. It ended when Danny apologized for being so bold and I told him that if I set the boat up that I’d be sure to call him. Then I went inside. Elle was standing just inside the door and had a smirky smile on her face. She’d seen exactly what I’d been looking at. Caught red handed I quickly became red faced. Before that became an item I changed the subject and told her I was proud of her for coming out in a ”package“ and a wet one at that. She made a face and then asked if I thought Jeanette saw it. I was almost positive that she hadn’t but the question led me to ask how come she was wet since she’d made it through most of the night dry. She made another face and said that she was dreaming that she was going to the bathroom and promptly did and that was what woke her up. She said that without washcloths and towels it was safer to leave the whole thing on.

I tried to persuade her to go for a walk with me on the beach but she told me she’d ”exposed“ herself enough for one day. My mother came downstairs soon after that and explained that my father had made a new place for the linens and apologized for forgetting to leave some out for us. It was about 8am by then and she offered to make us breakfast. While she was doing that we headed back upstairs to get washed up and dressed. When Elle wasn’t being pressured by one of the kids I’d sometimes ”assist“ her in dressing by helping her into her panties. She’d asked me to bring some of her cotton Lollipop panties fully expecting to, as usual, wear two of them. I had the sexy panties that Willy had sent me hidden in my pocket. After she’d stepped into the cotton pair she busied herself by buttoning her blouse and paid little attention to me. That allowed me to get her to step into the nylon ones. I only had a few seconds and not really any time to see the effect of them before she reached down to pull up her shorts. They were cotton knit and I knew I’d get a decent VPL from them. As she left the room I could clearly see two distinct crotch lines. The sight of them made me smile.

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FURTHER ALONG... fun in the Fall (Part 111d)

We were almost to the turn off for town when Peggy asked if I still had the catalog she’d recently seen in the car. The only one I could think of was the one from Willy that I’d taken to show Judith. When I asked why she wanted it she said she’d seen something that she thought her mother might like for her upcoming birthday. I explained that it wasn’t like a Sears catalog and that some things were boxed in multiple quanities. That didn’t deter her and she, again, asked if I still had it. I told her it was at home and as soon as I did I remembered that when she’d been looking at it before I thought I’d missed an opportunity. My immediate thought was to go home first, get the things that Elle wanted and the catalog before dropping Peggy off at home. I told her I could get it if she didn’t mind waiting a bit while I collected the clothes and things. She just smiled so I headed for home.

The catalog was in my briefcase so I dug it out and took it out to her so she could occupy herself while I went about my collecting. While I was getting Elle’s ”package“ stuff together I got the idea to bring a pair of the sexy panties along to see if I could sneak them on Elle while at my parents house. Without the kids to distract her in the morning I thought I might have a chance. I knew if I didn’t bring them I’d be sorry.

It only took about six or seven minutes to get to Peggy’s house so there wasn’t much time to talk. As we pulled into her driveway I told her to look through the catalog to see if there might be some things she, herself, might like... and I mentioned slips. I just couldn’t quite bring myself to say the word ”panties“. I told her to make a list, put it in the catalog and then back into the envelope. I gave her instructions to give it to her father and I’d pick it up at his gas station. As I backed out of the driveway I checked the back yard but the clothesline was bare. It didn’t really surprise me as it was almost 6pm.

By then I knew I'd be late to the party but hoped I'd not get too much grief about it. As I walked up the path I couldn't help but see all the towels and bathing suits hanging on the clothes line but what caught my attention was the panties hanging with them. I knew about Peggy's but seeing the other pair hanging next to Elle's suit told me that she'd taken my advice and cut the sewn in panty out of it. I immediately began thinking of how much fun I'd have in the future with that arrangement.

It was pretty mundane as far as partys go. As usual, our fathers had purchased their own gifts so there were no surprises. As had been done whenever my mother hosted the party, the neighbors were invited to partake in the cake and ice cream. We went from eleven to eighteen bodies in a matter of minutes. Putting the kids together, outside, quieted things down a bit. Then the women gathered at one end of the table and the men at the other. Elle’s father was a party boat captain who took groups of people out fishing for the day. He mentioned that part of his next day’s group had cancelled and he wanted to know if any of the men wanted to go out.

Both Karen and Jeanette’s husbands were interested and they quickly talked their father in law into going along. Elle’s and my brother had to work. I would’ve liked to go but when I’d sailed to the sailing club, Rex had pleaded with me to help run the races the next day. I wanted to stay on his good side since I was hoping to get a real good deal from him on the Sunfish I committed to buy so had said I would. Elle’s father put some pressure on my father and finally got him to agree to go. That surprised me but I was glad that he had.

The most interesting thing to take place the rest of the evening was when my mother told Elle and I that we could sleep in my grandparents room. Although it had been eight years since I’d slept in the house, that room had always been ”sacred“ as far as anyone other than my grandparents using that room. In a way I felt somewhat honored. My parents headed for bed early as my mother, not in the best of health, was visibly tired from all the prep for the party. My father, knowing that 5am would be there quickly, agreed to join her. It was still warm out when they did so I suggested that Elle and I go sit out at the end of the dock like we’d done back when we were dating. I had the idea that we might reprise what we sometimes did back then. However, Elle was way ahead of me and as soon as my hand went between her legs she brushed it away.

When we got up to the bedroom Elle discovered that my mother hadn’t laid out any washcloths and towels for us. I checked where I remembered they had been those many years earlier and didn’t find any. Elle was satisfied that we could survive until morning. I watched Elle, unhappily, put on her full ”package“ as there was no protection on the mattress. We’d decided not to bring the alarms that Elle used to wake herself up at night knowing that they would upset my mother. The upstairs in my parents house had lower ceilings which made warm nights even warmer and Elle was expecting the worst.

For me it was the mattress itself. Our own mattress was nothing out of the ordinary but at least I was used to it. This one was lumpy and any sleep I got was fitful, at best. Elle was restless as well and I remember she was up at least three or four times. I heard my father going down the stairs and decided to join him. Elle was asleep when I got up. I didn’t bother to get dressed and was in just my boxers. I caught up with him in the kitchen making a pot of coffee. It’d been a while since just the two of us had chatted and, ironically, he asked if I’d done any more about a house. I told him that we’d put it on hold for the Summer but that I’d recently seen a for sale sign on a house that looked interesting. He told me to keep him posted. We saw the guys from next door gathering in their driveway so my father headed out to meet them. The sun was just beginning to rise so decided to go out to the front porch and watch it come up. It struck me as somewhat funny that in all the years I’d lived in that house as a boy I’d never taken the time to watch a sunrise and now, with three kids, it was something I wanted to see.

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FURTHER ALONG... fun in the Fall (Part 111c)

Returning, as I approached my parents beach I noticed that Peggy, my girls, Danny and another child were all playing at the water’s edge in front of the neighbor’s house. I also saw a man sitting on the steps leading down to the beach. With Peggy’s natural ability to relate to little kids it wasn’t a complete surprise. I pulled the Sailfish up along side of where they were and observed that Peggy had them making what I called drip sand castles... at least the three older ones were. The fourth child was Karen’s daughter and she was intent upon wrecking them. The man on the steps was Karen’s husband. He had a camera in his hand and as I went up to say ”hello” he said he’d gotten some really good pictures of the kids and would send them on to us. I knew he was an aspiring photographer and hoping to do it for a living.

I looked back at Peggy and the kids and she was squatting beside the little girl and pleading with her not to wreck the castles. I thought I saw something peeking out from under the leg elastic of her suit and slowly made my way towards them. I didn’t know what time it was but knew I was starting to get late so used that as my excuse. Standing next to her I confirmed it. I thought that it was interesting but then remembered the panties I’d seen back in the bathroom... did she have her period?

Peggy

 

 

Elle was back from her “chore duty” helping to prepare for the party so took over watching the kids. As I remember it the wind was probably up to 10 to 12 mph as Peggy and I left shore. It didn’t take long for her to get a taste of “real sailing”. The spray from the waves was hitting her right in the face. I asked if she was OK and the smile on her face when she turned to look at me was the answer. The real fun came when I turned the boat around where we could start to surf the waves. We were really going fast when we fell off a wave she went sliding off the boat. She wasn’t laughing when she came up for air but I was. I had to help her get back up on the boat and that’s when I got my confirmation that she was, indeed, wearing a panty under her suit. She was able to get part way back on the boat but needed help to get all the way up. The only thing I could do was to grab her by the back of her suit and give it a yank. When I did it pulled the bottom of the suit up over her cheeks and there, right in front of my eyes, was a bright white piece of nylon material. There wasn’t time for a “reaction” on my part as I had to try and maintain control of the boat and keep it from turning over. I got her to sit up and asked if she’d had enough and I was happy when she said she wanted to continue.

By the time we got back to shore it was a little before 4pm. I told her to go get cleaned up and changed and I’d take care of putting the boat away. The house had  an outside shower to get the salt water and sand off and even though it was cold water it was better than having dry salt water on your skin. By the time I got back to the shower Peggy had toweled herself dry and was headed inside to change into her clothes. While I was toweling off Elle came out to tell me that there had been a “slight“ change in our plans. Her mother was insisting that the kids stay overnight with her so Elle’s father could spend some time with them. I won’t bore you with why this was pure BS but I knew for me to fight it would prove fruitless. Even before I could even think of something to say Elle continued on by telling me that my mother had countered that with an invite for us to stay overnight with them. The first thought I had was that we didn’t have supplies (diapers) for the baby... and a few seconds later... that Elle would need supplies for her nighttime ”package“.

Elle was ready for that. Since I was taking Peggy home all I had to do was stop at home and pick up the needed things. There was little I could say or do so I headed inside to change my clothes. As I did I saw my older girls dragging Elle towards the beach for one final swim. I couldn’t help but think of what an idyllic life they led at that age.

My mother had one major rule when the bathroom was used for changing out of a wet bathing suit... put it in the sink and not on the floor. I walked in, pulled down my suit and sort of flipped it towards the sink. Rushed for time, my aim was poor and it hung on the edge. Mindful of my mother’s edict I rushed over to get it before it hit the floor. As I grabbed it I spied something already in the sink. Mostly blue, I recognized it as Peggy’s suit. But there was something else and it was nice bright white. I picked the soggy mass up and could see the white was clearly a pair of panties. Of course I wanted to take a close look at them but it became quite evident that she’d just rolled the suit and panties down together. Intermixed as they were I didn’t dare try to separate them because she’d know someone had been looking.

When I emerged she was out on the beach saying her thank yous and good byes. I stood on the dock and enjoyed the ”view“... of a nice VPL as she bent over to give my  girls their good bye kisses. It was well after 4pm by the time we made it to the Main Road. A few minutes later I heard Peggy cry out that she’d left her bag back at the house. I was already running behind so I asked if there was anything in it that she really needed. I told her that we’d bring it when we came back home the next day and would drop it off. she gave it a few seconds and said she'd be fine without it. I couldn’t help but have an inward smile because it meant I’d have a good chance to inspect the panties she’d been wearing under her bathing suit.

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FURTHER ALONG... fun in the Fall (Part 111b)

Elle and I had only made a couple of visits during the Summer so I’d missed seeing the next door Summer neighbors, Karen and Jeannette. Jeanette was always a treat to see... not much on top but very nicely rounded on the bottom... and usually good for a panty peek from her very short shorts. Peggy and I barely had the sail up when Danny, Jeanette’s son showed up. Never shy, he immediately asked if he could have a ride. Thinking quickly, I told him it would be up to his mother hoping to see her. He ran off and I swear it wasn’t a minute later he was back dragging her behind him. After we said our “hellos” and she agreed it would be OK for him to get a ride she turned and started up the steps to where Elle and my mother were sitting. As usual (for Jeanette) I did get a brief sighting of her panties sticking out from the leg openings of her shorts as she made her way up the steps. As I watched I wondered why I hadn’t come to visit more often.

I knew I had to have someone on the boat along with Danny so I suggested that Peggy get changed. You know I had my eyes glued to her backside as she climbed up the steps to the lawn. The overriding question was where she’d do it... the changing room on the porch or in the downstairs bathroom. I had to change as well so the timing was perfect.

When Peggy returned she was wearing a one piece suit that was similar to one that Elle used to have. The middle was dark blue with a primarily white top and bottom. It was a bloomer type bottom with a tiny skirt. The top of the suit was tight enough to see that she was certainly starting to fill out. It was my turn to change and a quick peek into the porch changing room turned up nothing. To the bathroom! With my father off running errands and my mother out on the lawn with Elle I had an optimum opportunity to do my ”research“. The bathroom, such as it was, had only a sink and toilet with no counters or any place to put clothes. That left the floor and that’s where they were. Right on top was her bra. As I’ve mentioned, over the past two days I’d seen more of Peggy’s ”form“ than ever before. It had been like a ”coming out party“ and it had caught my attention. I was curious as to what size she was and read the label... Playtex Size 34B but when I felt the cups they were spongy. Elle was a 34B and I knew when I felt her bras they didn't feel that way. It was more to puzzle about. The panties came next. They appered to be cotton and, as usual, I went right for the tag. There was no manufacturer’s label but there was a size and content one. It read Eiderlon Size M. At first I thought Eiderlon was the maker but it took a couple of readings to realize it was the name of the material. A close inspection of the crotch showed little a little staining of the elastic in the crotch area but it appeared to be old. It was fairly obvious the panties hadn’t been worn very much and I wondered if she had her period. I knew Elle would never think of getting in the water when she was on period. If I were to assess my feelings about then I would have to say I was disappointed.

Elle had kept the kids off the beach until I’d gotten the Sunfish rigged so when I returned she led them inside to get them into their bathing suits. The wind was light and from the North which was typical for the morning. The real Southerly usually didn’t start until the afternoon. It was perfect for taking the neighbor boy, Danny, out as well as my girls. I took them, one by one, and had Peggy on board to hold onto them, just to be sure. We were probably on the water for an hour before we pulled the boat up on the beach for lunch. Elle was nestled under a beach umbrella with the baby. She’d bought a new suit at an end of season sale and it was the first time I’d seen it on her. It looked similar to a child’s playsuit in that it was one piece with a halter top and a shorts like bottom. The bottom part was similar to what we now call ”boy leg“ panties. It was cotton and a seersucker material with a sewn in panty that I could see it as I stood in front of her. I thought she looked cute in it.

During lunch we came up with a plan for the afternoon. It was decided that Elle would get to use the Sailfish first so she’d be free to help prepare for the party. It was to start at 6pm and I knew it’d take over an hour to deliver Peggy home and to get back so we set 4pm as the end of all the beach activities. I definitely wanted to get Peggy out again when there was decent wind so she could experience the thrill of actually going fast on water without a motor. I targeted 3pm as the time I’d take her out as, on most days, the wind would be at it’s strongest by then.

I won’t say that Elle was afraid of stronger winds but she was most comfortable when there wasn’t much in the way of waves. She spent about a half hour sailing before returning to the beach. I was a bit surprised so asked her why she didn’t stay out longer. She told me that the panties of her suit were cutting her in the crotch. She knew that she was what is called ”long waisted“ which means her torso is a bit longer than most women. Because the panties were attached to the suit they ended up binding. While she was explaining her problem it came to me that she should just cut the panties out. When I told her that she gave me one of her famous ”looks“ as if to say "are you kidding?". With her face all twisted up she put me down but I wasn’t through. I told her to just wear a pair of her own panties... that no one would know the difference. She didn’t react so I knew she was thinking about it.

I took the boat out by myself and sailed down to the sailing club. I’d seen similar sails as mine and hoped they were on one of the Sunfish boats that I’d seen there. I was in luck in that one of them was AND, when asked, the guy allowed me to try it out. Talk about love at first sight! This was love at first sail. Even though I was only out for about 15 to 20 minutes I knew I liked it. I had a place to put my feet and was actually somewhat comfortable. As I turned the boat back over to the owner I knew, for sure, this type boat was in my future.

To be continued...

FURTHER ALONG... fun in the Fall (Part 111a)

With Labor Day weekend almost upon me I was feeling a bit overwhelmed. I’d more or less overlooked the annual tradition of celebrating both Elle’s and my fathers birthday on one of the three days of the holiday. On my mind (among other things) was the invitation I’d made to Peggy to join us at my parents house to go sailing; getting her back home and racing the car. I’m not exactly sure when Elle hit me with the reminder but one critical piece of information was that her brother was going to be coming... and could only do it on Saturday. What really galled me about his was that he’d not bothered to come to any of his father’s birthdays since he’d been discharged from the Army and all of a sudden he decided to grace us with his company... but on his terms. With that I knew it was useless to even think about racing so turned my focus on making arrangements to pick Peggy up and to get her back home.

Peggy had spent the Summer working for a lady who lived in the mobile home park who’d started  sort of a day care business just for the Summer. Her last day was the Friday right before the weekend. Even though Elle drove her home from work a few days a week I didn’t get to see much of her. So, needing to make the arrangements I asked Elle to have her wait until I got home. Shorts and a baggy white blouse were her usual “uniform” but when I got home she was in a skirt (short) and a fitted top. I always enjoyed seeing her no matter what she wore but with this outfit I was mesmerized. She actually looked like a young woman and not a typical teenager. She was dressed up to go out to an end of summer party and had asked Elle if she could change at our place. The key to the arrangements for the next day was in how long it would take for Elle to get the kids ready to go so we set 10am as the target for us to pick Peggy up. I remember teasing her about going to the party and then having to get up in the morning. She promised she’d be ready.

Neither Elle not I was in a good mood that night. Elle was fretting about my having invited Peggy and I was grumpy because her brother had suddenly injected himself into the weekend. It was definitely not a night to try and spring the sexy panties I’d gotten from Willy on her. That added to my frustration. I decided I’d pre load a lot of the things the kids would need and want the next day like the playpen, portable crib and toys. Elle had a list of things she knew she’d want for the baby and when I went into the bathroom to put them together I spied a pile of clothes that I knew weren’t Elle’s. That meant they had to be Peggy’s. To say I was excited is to put it mildly but my imagination got ahead of reality. Yes, she had changed her clothes but evidently not her bra and panties. That left me wondering just what she’d wear the next day.

As usual, getting the kids ready took more time than Elle had planned. It was 10am and it was obvious that it would still be a while. I’d loaded the station wagon up with all the kids gear and other than Elle and the kids it (and I) were ready to go. I told Elle that I was going to go pick Peggy up. I didn’t stick around to see her reaction. Peggy was ready and waiting. In bed the night before I’d come up with the different combinations that I imagined Peggy could or would choose to wear. The one I figured she would be wearing was her usual shorts and blouse. I was partially right in that she was wearing shorts but they weren’t the usual baggy cotton ones. They were a pale blue knit pair. Her top was the most form fitting one I’d ever seen her in and the image of her becoming a young lady from the night before was reinforced. Seeing her dressed that way I did ask if she had her bathing suit. She held up her bag as she slid onto the front seat.

One thing I’d learned about knit shorts and pants... they gave off some incredible VPL’s and I couldn’t wait to see Peggy’s. I didn’t have to wait long because when we got back to my place I followed her up the steps. The crotch line wasn't all that big but it was vivid... and caused a slight bulge as I followed her inside. Elle, surprisingly, was ready to go. The older girls were excited to see Peggy and it took a few minutes to calm them down but we were finally off.

My mother, the social butterfly, was actually happy to meet Peggy. I’d explained that we were bringing her to get her exposed to “real sailing”. Sailing on the bay was totally different that on the lake. I’d explained the difference to Peggy on the way there but I knew it would take being out on the water for her to realize just how different it was. I unloaded all the kids “junk” while Elle, my mother and Peggy chatted. My mother had the lawn furniture set up so that it faced the water. When it was time to rig the Sailfish I called for Peggy to join me on the beach. This was done with malice and aforethought. I managed to position myself to have some incredible VPL’s. I just wished that she was wearing a pair of the panties that Willie had sent. I could imagine just what a view that would’ve been.

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

On our return to the house we decided we’d move the chest first and come back to get the last two drawers. Bret and I went upstairs while J J and Amy got something to drink. I was standing by the chest (which was almost shoulder high) and happened to look at the openings for the smaller drawers that had been removed. They were like compartments. I’d not seen anything like it before. As I looked inside I saw something white way in the back of one of them. Bret was looking out the window so I reached in and found something very soft. I quickly pulled it out while keeping my eyes on Bret. Once out I stuffed it into my pocket. It was just as Bret walked back over to the chest and I know I had a guilty look on my face but thankfully, he didn't say anything. I couldn’t remember which of the two top drawers held Amy’s panties but I was standing there hoping and praying that it was this one.

When Amy and J J returned we quickly found that the chest, even though now lighter, was still going to be difficult to handle going down the stairs. By the time we reached the bottom we knew there was no way we were even going to try to move the dresser. After we wrestled the chest into the cottage my back was bothering me. I hadn’t had a problem with it for quite a while and now it was. I was mad that I’d let J J talk me into the project. I knew I had to rest for a few minutes so Bret and J J went back to the house to get the remaining drawers. I was hoping that Amy would go with them to give me a chance to peek at not only what was in my pocket but also in the panty drawer that was under the bed. But Amy stayed and busied herself by putting it and the other small drawer into the chest. I, unfortunately, was foiled.

We moved the furniture that had been in the cottage to the house and it went fairly easily. It was cheaply built, smaller and lighter. The last items to be moved were Amy’s dressing table and mirror. By the time we had it placed in the cottage even Amy agreed, although reluctantly, that the dresser wouldn’t fit. We finished up by helping J J empty the boxes from his van. He still had a two hour trip back to the city so he could load it up again. I’d tried to sneak a peek at the wad of material stuffed in my pocket but it didn’t work out for me. A couple of times I thought J J saw me fiddling in my pocket. I was a bit self conscious as it probably looked like I was playing with myself.

When Bret and I left I made a stop at the house with the for sale sign. It was located at the top of a small hill. The driveway was cut into the hill so it was hard to see the house from the road but once at the top I knew that I’d been there before. Since I knew the real estate agent I decided to give him a call. Back in the Spring I’d been working on modifying house plans that we’d sent away for but with the advent of Summer I’d put the project aside. With the Fall and Winter coming and knowing that we’d be spending more time inside I knew I had to get back to it. Since the house was so big I thought I might get some more ideas from seeing the inside. However, I quickly decided that I wouldn’t say anything about it to Elle.

I actually had to wait to inspect my ”find“ until I dropped Bret off. I only drove down the street a short way before stopping under a street light. When I unrolled the wad I found there were two panties. One was obviously a pair that Amy wore when she had her period (BTW: they were clean) but the other was very special. They were like none that I’d ever seen before. They weren’t a full brief and they weren’t bikini’s... but something in between. They were very lacy and the material was satiny but not like the nylon satin tricot used in the Plymouth panties that Elle would wear for me. I found the label and even it was special. It was embroidered and could barely read ”Bali“ on it. That was the first time I’d seen that name. As I sat there admiring them I got the thought that as nice as they were Amy would surely miss them and began to worry. I quickly realized there wasn’t much I could do about it because my chances of ever getting into Amy’s panty drawer to return them were non existent. I hid them under my seat so I could take a look at them in daylight and headed home.

I lay in bed that night and had two thoughts. The first was about Amy’s panties and just how different they were. I couldn’t wait to head for work so I could take a real close look at them. The second was that I still hadn’t had Elle wear the sexy panties I’d gotten from Willy. Amy’s panties reawakened my thoughts about them and I vowed to get to work on that as soon as the opportunity presented itself.

I didn’t even make it out of the park before I stopped and retrieved the panties from under my seat. I spread them out over the steering wheel and marveled at the lace around the leg openings. However, I noticed that the elastic was blended in with the lace. I already knew they were a different material than normal panties as it didn’t have any stretch to it. I turned to the label and saw it was a combination of silk, nylon and dacron. The only thing I’d ever knowingly seen made from dacron fabric was the last set of sails I’d bought for the boat I’d sold a year ago. It seemed like a strange combination but there was no denying how elegant they felt to the touch. I checked the crotch carefully and I could see they had been worn. The stains were light but there was no way I’d be able to get them on Elle without her noticing. That made me sad. I had to get to work (and get my bulge down) so stuffed them back under the seat and headed out.

To be continued...

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

It was another unmemorable night of racing for me, In a way I was glad the season was coming to an end. The highlight of the night was after the races were over and in seeing one of Chet’s fans in a pair of white pants that showed the outline of her panties from her waist to her butt. They appeared to be very sheer and the double material of the crotch jumped out even more than usual, even in the poor light. I managed to get close to her to notice the material was very different. It seemed to have a texture to it and wasn’t smooth like the pants and shorts the other females were wearing. I really liked it... or what was I allowed to see of it in the poor light.

The end of the month was rapidly approaching and J J and his wife had to get their kids registered for school. Even though classes didn’t start until the day after Labor Day  J J had talked Amy and her father into letting him start moving things into the house the week before. I was at my desk when I saw three kids come running into the lobby from the rear door. A minute later I saw Bonnie, J J’s wife, walking across the floor carrying a baby and urging a toddler to keep up with her. I pointed her out to Bret who immediately looked at me with disbelief written across his face. After we were sure she was in the elevator he said something like ”You’ve got to be kidding!“ As I’ve written previously, J J was a good looking guy and most of the females in the bank had made that fact known. Here was this fat, frumpy woman, dressed like she’d grabbed things out of the wash basket to wear, walking into her husband’s workplace for the first time. All I could think of was that she was absolutely clueless or didn’t give a s__t.

When she reappeared she was with J J who wanted (for whatever reason) to introduce her to Hobie, Bret and me (again). The three older kids were running around the lobby, out of control, and she made no effort to try to rein them in. As she was being introduced to Hobie the look on her face showed complete disinterest and the tone of her voice confirmed it. I immediately made it a point to pick a night to help J J when I knew she was still in the city.

J J, to save money, had decided to use his VW van to move as many of his things as he could and on a daily basis. He’d arrive at work with a full van and then drive to the house after work, unload it and then drive back to the city and do it again. When J J told me that he was planning on moving the family the last week of August I took the initiative and told him that I wanted to get whatever it was he wanted help with over and done as soon as possible. I didn’t want any part of his wife. In the back of my mind I’d been worrying about how to get my Sailfish back to my parents place so we could use it over the Labor Day weekend. As J J, Bret and I worked out the best night for us it dawned on me that I could put it on top of his van. At least, that way, I’d get something back from J J.

On the night we selected the first stop was at my place to pick up the boat. Because J J had packed his van to the bursting point Bret and I drove together. The house was located on what at one time had been a well travelled but twisty road. Because of many serious car crashes the town had created a new bypass. I hadn’t been on it since the new road had been completed and opened. We had to pass a spring fed pond that was used for ice skating when it was really cold during the Winters. Right across the street were two large houses and there was a for sale sign in front of one of them. I remember going there one time with my father to pick up some vegetables. I thought it might be interesting to stop there on the way home just to take a quick look.

We arrived at the house to find Amy waiting for us. Since J J had come on the scene she’d not been anywhere near as flirty with me as she’d been when I first met her. She was wearing a pair of beige shorts with a sleeveless blouse. I sized her up and pretty much knew that if I positioned myself properly during the time we were there I’d be able to get some really nice VPL’s.

As far as she was concerned all she wanted was for her bedroom suite to be moved. The cottage had two bedrooms and she’d staked out the larger one. We had to move that furniture out first so we’d have a place to put her things.That was relatively easy as it only consisted of two chest of drawers and the bed. When we went into the main house I have to admit I was impressed. There was an elegance about it although it did show some neglect. When we went upstairs Amy led the way and I was about four or five steps behind her... perfect for VPL viewing. She led us into her room and it was quite a sight to see. It was large, maybe 18’ by 15’. She had a canopy bed, a dressing table, a huge dresser, large chest of drawers and two stuffed chairs. I’ve always had a good feel for space utilization and, as I looked around I knew there was no way it would all fit in the bedroom in the cottage. A second observation was that we’d have our hands full trying to get the dresser down the stairs. I’d hoped that J J would’ve said something negative about it but he was quiet. I did suggest that we start with the bed so that we’d know how much room we’d have for the rest. That went well. Having had success with my first suggestion I tried again by asking Amy what was the most important of the remaining items. Her answer, not that surprising, was ”all of them“. I tried again and asked which one she wanted us to take next. I thought I’d get another ”smart“ answer but she picked out the chest of drawers.

It was also a big one. There were six layers of drawers with the bottom two being the biggest (widest). Above them were four rows of slightly smaller (narrower) drawers with the top row holding two drawers. Bret and I went over and we could barely move it. It was obvious the drawers had to come out. I started to pull one out and Amy came flying across the room to stop me. I told her there was just no way we could carry it with the drawers remaining in it, especially down the stairs. The other two agreed with me and she finally backed down. Then she pulled one of the smaller top drawers out and handed it to J J and told him to take it to the cottage. From where I was standing I could see there were panties in the drawer. I wondered why she gave it to J J but before I could give it any thought she handed me the drawer right below it. I could see a pile of what appeared to be shirts and blouses. I, too, headed for the cottage with Bret and Amy each carrying a drawer, following. As we walked inside I was hoping to get a peek at the drawer J J was holding but he managed to stay ahead of me and slid it under the bed. I was puzzled about that as well.

To be continued...

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

I actually did go to the sailing club on my way home. That way I felt it wasn’t a complete lie that I’d told Elle. There wasn’t much activity because of the weather but I did spot Rex doing some repairs on the porch. As I made my way over to where he was working I noticed a couple of boats that looked somewhat like my Sailfish on the beach. I asked Rex about them and the first words out of his mouth were ”You need to get one!“ My immediate reaction was ”No I don’t!“ but I didn’t say the words. I distinctly remember giving him one of those looks you give someone who is trying to sell you something that you don’t want. I’m not sure if I asked him why but it didn’t matter because he was about to tell me.

The boat was called a Sunfish and made by the same company that made the Sailfish. It was the same length and used the same sail but it was wider and had a small cockpit where you could put your feet. At 6’1”, I’d found myself very uncomfortable after a while. I went over to take a look at the ones on the beach and I have to say that it definitely looked like an improvement. Rex told me that a few people had already bought one and there was talk that the club was going to seek a fleet charter for them. I just had to ask how the Windmill sailboats that I absolutely hated were doing. He gave me a sheepish smile and then told me that I’d been right when I’d voiced my negative opinion of them. He said there were still a few members who continued to race them but there were more who’d sold their boats. Then he went into the “sell” mode on the Sunfish again.

I actually stood and listened to him. Through one of his contacts he’d arranged to buy some used boats. They were presently being used by one of the large resorts but after after the Summer season was over they would sell them and buy new ones for the following year. He said it would be a “steal“ in that they would come with all new sails, masts, rudder and dagger board and cost $400 less than buying a new one. I had no idea what a new one cost but, after his spiel, I had to know. He told me that the price depended upon how many scratches the hull (boat) had on it but it would range from $600 to $700. My mind was really churning at this point. I knew that the my father had paid his neighbor $300 for the Sailfish and had been told it cost $750 new. I asked when he had to know an answer and how much I’d have to put down on it. He pretty much surprised me when he said all he needed to know was that I wanted one and how much I was willing to pay. He wouldn’t be getting the boats until the end of September so there was time. I immediately told him that I’d take one. It was a case of buyers remorse on the trip home. I knew better than to tell Elle even though she had also expressed some concern about how hard it was to stay on the Sailfish when it was windy. I knew I had to pick the right time to tell her.

Things at work had been going smoothly although I’d taken on some added responsibilities. One was that of facilities manager. When Chuck had died management didn’t really have a good handle on everything he was involved in. That was because the bank had no job descriptions. That had been remedied but in the case of the facilities, as long as the lights came on and there was air conditioning no one paid any attention to it. I arrived one day to find it unusually warm in the lobby and it wasn’t even 9am. I asked Hank, the custodian, if he knew what was wrong and he just shrugged his shoulders. He did volunteer that in the past the fuses for the air handler would sometimes blow out. I asked him where the fuse box was located and he told me it was in the attic. I had no idea how to get there so asked him to show me. Hank was a very rigid individual and one who didn’t accept change readily. His job in the morning was to man the back door and to let the employees in and he wasn’t about to leave his post. It was struggle to get him to tell me how to get there but finally he did.

I think I’d explained in an earlier post that there were only two restrooms on each floor. The ladies room on the second floor was in the very back and right outside the Board Room. To get to the attic you had to go through the bathroom and open a door that led to the stairway. On my own, I made my way to the ladies room and opened the door to the attic. I saw one step that acted as a landing for the stairs that were immediately to the right. I flipped the light switch and closed the door and headed up the stairs. Once in the attic it took a few minutes to find the fuse box. Luckily for me I also found a box of fuses. I found the culprits and made the changes, hearing the fans start immediately. Satisfied, I headed back down. I opened the door and started to step down only to be shocked to see Lena, the president’s secretary, in the process of rising from the toilet and pulling her panties up. She cried out which surprised me even more and made me try to step back. The problem was that one step. I caught my heel and fell backward onto my butt. I only remember staring at Lena’s groin and seeing just a wisp of her pubic hair and the top of her panties. The shock left us both in suspended animation for a few seconds. Lena then continued to pull her panties up as I tried to stand up. To say that we were both embarrassed is putting it mildly. However, Lena recovered first. Very politely she asked if anyone had told me the protocol for going up into the attic. I told her that until about ten minutes prior I didn’t even know there was an attic. I could tell she was uncomfortable in telling me that whenever anyone went up to the attic the door was to be left open. That way anyone wanting to use the toilet would know someone was up there. If one of the ladies couldn’t wait she was to close the door which would let the attic person not to open the door on their own.

I was all apologetic and was perspiring profusely from the embarrassment. I noted that, in Lena’s case, she’d calmed down almost immediately. I found that to be very interesting. On my way downstairs I tried to remember if I’d actually seen anything interesting about Lena’s panties in the few seconds I'd had to see them. I was pretty sure that I’d seen a lace applique right where the side seam and leg elastic met. I also thought that the leg elastic was different than most panties and that made me want to find out more about them.

To be continued...  

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

When that race was over I finally got a chance to ask Jim about the woman. He laughed and told me that the look on my face when I first saw her was a classic. I wasn’t interested in how I looked so I bugged him for some information. The story went something like this... Big Dan had owned some sort of bar/club in the city and she’d performed there. Somehow, someway, they connected and got married. Dan sold the bar and, tired of the hassle of the city, he moved out East and bought a bait store. Jim’s boss was a big fisherman and one thing led to another and Jim ended up meeting Dan... and his wife. I had to ask him if he had any idea just how big she was. He laughed again and I do remember him saying, emphatically, BIG!

I honestly don’t remember anything about how I did in the race. I do remember that  Seeg had come over to wish me luck before the race and almost choked on his cigar when he got a profile look at the woman. I also remember that after the race I stayed by the car talking to Dan (but looking at the woman) trying to get him to give me some sponsorship money. I did put a bumper sticker on the car for him before the race and thought there might be a chance. However, no money was forthcoming. Darren and I never did get over to see Seeg and his son after his race because we wasted so much time with Dan.

It was sometime after that that J J approached me saying that his wife was coming out for the weekend to get a handle on the house he was going to rent until his new house was completed. He hinted that it might be nice if we (Elle and I) would go out to dinner with them. I absolutely did not like that woman even though I’d only met her the one time. I fabricated an excuse to get out of it and thought I’d escaped. What he was angling for was for me to help him get the house ready for him to move in. He thought that a free dinner would be the way to do it. Never one to give up, he came up with an alternative plan. On a few occasions he’d casually mentioned how much fun he’d had when I took him sailing on the Sailfish. So, he offered to spring for a dinner picnic for Elle, I and the kids out at the lake. We hadn’t used the boat in a few weeks and I really did like the guy so I said ”yes“ even without talking to Elle.

Elle really had no problem with the idea of the picnic so we went ahead with the preparations. The problem came when Peggy heard about it. She made sure I heard her when she reminded me about Labor Day and the invite I’d given her. I hadn’t mentioned it to Elle so that created a little friction. We got lucky at the lake as there was enough wind to get around. I let J J go for a sail all by himself and when he came back I knew he was ”hooked“ on it.

During the picnic part of the evening I learned about the deal he’d worked for the house rental. As I’ve written, he'd been renting the guest cottage owned by the people who ran the advertising agency that the bank used. The owner had a large main house (five bedrooms) where his son and grand daughter (Amy) also lived. However, he had just retired to Florida and Amy had told J J that the house was way too big for just the two of them. J J, on a whim, asked the son if there was any chance for him to rent the main house for a few months and he agreed to it. The guest house was big enough for both he and his daughter so he agreed to it. What J J wanted from me was to help move some of their things from the main house over to the guest cottage. As part of the ”deal“ he’d agreed to take care of that and, being short of money, was looking for all the free help he could get. He told me that he was going to ask Bret as well. He described what had to be done and as it didn’t sound like it was a lot of work, I agreed. Out of sight of J J, Elle rolled her eyes.

The following Saturday turned out to be a stormy day so the car races were cancelled. I’d been in touch with Willy to thank him for the panties, slips and nighties and learned a little about the business. I, naively, had thought that he would just pull a couple of items out of a bin and ship then out. He explained that anything shipped out went according to the information in the catalog and that panties were packaged six to a box. He asked if I’d gotten the catalog to the lady (Judith) I’d told him about that had just opened a boutique. I hadn’t and felt guilty about it. I remember feeling flushed when he asked. I lied and told him I had and also told him I’d follow up on it over the weekend with her. With that I knew I had to do it... but what excuse could I use to get away from Elle and the kids.

It had been a while since I’d last talked with Judith. The common thread we had was the girl who I’d worked with at the first bank, Stasia. The girl had been in an intolerable situation as far as her personal life was concerned and Judith had arranged for her brother to take her in and give her a job The last time I’d spoken to Judith she’d told me that she’d adapted fairly well. I’d promised to come visit her new shop but still hadn’t done it. Now I had to.

I’ve never been a good liar and I was sure Elle didn’t believe me when I told her I was going to the sailing club. When I walked into Judith’s shop I was truly surprised. She had so many clothes packed into that small space I could hardly get from the door to the counter. She was pleased to see me and it took a good bit of time for us to get caught up with each other. Stasia and her son were now ”thriving“ in their new surroundings. There had been no repercussions for her involvement so that was another plus. I finally brought out the catalog and explained that the owner of the company was a friend and was a Summer resident of the area. I told her he would be available to meet with her if she showed any interest. I remember her giving me one of those patronizing smiles which told me that she had no interest. Picking up on that I asked if she’d do me a BIG favor and call Willy to let him know. I left a bit disappointed but had seen enough in her store to know I’d be back.

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

As I’ve written any number of times, Elle had a “thing” about peeing in her fancy panties, saying that she’d “ruin them”. It really took some persuading for me to ever get her to wear them at all. It was frustrating, to say the least. She was already “primed” as she’d given me a pretty generous squirt before we went back outside so I knew when we headed for bed that there was no chance to get her to put the new panties on. However, looking at the big picture, I was more interested in what I knew was coming once we climbed into bed. The panties could wait.

After enjoying myself thoroughly I still couldn’t go to sleep. I knew I could explain away the two slips but it was the panties I was obsessing about. The more I thought about them the more I felt Elle wouldn’t like them so decided to put them on “hold” for a while. The nightie turned out to be a little longer than I’d thought but it turned out to be a plus in that it was long enough that she was willing to go out on the patio with it on. I’d hoped that it would be short enough for me to get at least a peek of her panties. It was still plenty short enough for me to grab a feel without much effort.

The damage to the race car from the last race wasn’t expensive to fix but was time consuming. I’d managed to get most of it done by myself early in the week but needed help to finish it up. One of the new residents to the park wandered by one evening while I was working on it and expressed some interest. Never one to turn help away I chatted with him and asked if he’d like to go on Saturday night. He’d told me that he would let me know. Jim had told me that he’d stop by the car Friday night when he got home from work to help me finish up. I went up to the car to get everything ready and was under the car when I saw four legs approaching and one set was definitely female. I was a bit puzzled as Jim’s wife had absolutely no use for race cars (just like Elle). I was about to crawl out when the new guy squatted down to say hello. Then, right beside him I saw two bare knees and more interesting than that a pantied bottom right behind them. I have to say that was something I wasn’t expecting. I said “hello“ back and ooched my way out from under the car to see a cute girl/woman. By the time I was standing so was she. The guy introduced himself as Lars and the woman as Nadia. As I said, she was cute but what I was focused on was the flowered skirt she was wearing. It was as short as some of the tennis skirts I’d seen but I was sure this wasn’t one of them. It had my attention, for sure.

We chatted for a while waiting for Jim to show up. They were originally from Sweden. He’d come over when his father was assigned to the United Nations. Her family came over when her father was transferred to the US for his job. Somehow they found each other and had been married for a few years. He was the groundskeeper for the local State Park and she was the social manager at a local country club. I was a bit unhappy when Jim showed up as I was in the process of explaining the different aspects of the race car and was just about to show her the rear end that I was working on. I’d hoped to get her to get down on her haunches like she’d been when she looked under the car when I was under it. They left after meeting Jim and as they walked away Lars said he might show up at the track. Jim gave his immediate approval of Nadia, rolling his eyes as she walked down the street. His reaction made me ask about his buddy’s wife, the one he told me would be at the races. He told me I’d have to wait but it’d be worth it.

On the way to the races Jim told me that his buddy was originally from the city and not to hold it against him. I smiled and asked again about the guy’s wife. All he’d do was smile. I won’t say Jim and I were close friends but I’d known him for four years and this was a side of him I hadn’t seen. He was having fun with me.

Practice was over and they still hadn’t shown up. I was putting on my helmet for my qualifying race when I saw this tubby, balding, middle aged man headed towards us yelling loudly for Jim. When he got Jim’s attention he turned and hollered out to someone behind him that I couldn’t see. I kept my eyes on him waiting to see the woman... and when I did I got quite an eyeful. The first thing I saw was her breasts. In fact, that was all I saw. Without a doubt she had the biggest I’d ever seen in person. I looked at Jim and he had this big shit eating grin plastered all across his face. Darren was on the other side of the car and when he walked around to the drivers side and saw her he let out a gasp just like someone had hit him in the solar plexus.

Jim’s buddy walked over to where we were standing with his wife following. I can guarantee that all eyes (and not just in my pit) were on the woman. I have no idea what the look on my face was like but when the guy announced "Big Dan's here!" no one paid any attention to him. I could hear the loudspeakers calling for the cars for my heat race to enter the track so I had to change my focus. Climbing into the car I finally took a look at her face. My guess was that she was in her 30’s. I could see where some would find her attractive but she definitely wasn’t my type. I do remember pulling out onto the track surface and thinking that anyone who put their face between her breasts would probably smother. While waiting for all the cars to get out onto the track I thought back on Big Dan and wondered how could a rude, crude guy like him end up with a woman like her.

I qualified for the main event which allowed me to refocus on the ever so slightly out of proportion lady again as I returned to the pits. The problem was that she was no where to be seen. I asked Darren where she’d gone and he pointed up to the pit grandstands. He said that she and her husband had gone up there to watch my race. I headed in that direction. There was another race out on the track but as I approached all the guys standing along the fence were looking up in the stands. I had to laugh.

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

The winner of the race wasn’t Chet. The winner was a total surprise, much like my win the previous week was. However, that didn’t stop Chet’s fans from gathering around his pit stall after the race was over. White shorts or pants have always been my favorite. Even though the lighting was poor there was enough to get a few good VPL’s. The disappointment, especially for Darren, was that the cute girl who Darren had his eye on wasn’t there. Without her as the “lure” Darren had no real desire to hang around so we took off fairly early.

The week, at work, dragged. The reason was that I was waiting for my “samples” from Willie’s company. Returning from lunch on Friday I saw a box on my chair. I looked at the label and saw the letters “SCSM” with a return address of Tennessee. Willie had told me his company was located there but the name on the catalog was “Evette”. I was truly puzzled. I wanted to open the box but there were customers to wait on and a meeting to go to after the doors closed. I know I didn’t give proper attention to the customers and heard very little of the discussion in the meeting. By the end it was almost time to go home but my patience had worn thin so made up an excuse to leave early. I grabbed the box and headed for my car.

I opened the end of the box and saw three white boxes with nothing to identify what was inside each of them. When I opened the first one I pulled out I saw three slips, each neatly folded with a band of white paper around each. I took a close look at the other end of the box top and saw a row of printing... some code numbers and the words “NYLON” and “SLIP“. The last printing in the row was an ”S“ which had to be the size. I slipped the paper band off and spread the slip over my lap. It was elegant. The lace ran from the hem to the waist and was about two inches wide right where the side seams should’ve been. I knew Elle would love it.

My next choice of boxes held what I was looking for... the panties. However, I certainly wasn’t expecting six pair. There were two separate groups of three pair with the same white paper band around each of them. I slid one pair our and spread it over the slip. They were, indeed, the same ones that I’d found on the beach that belonged to Willie’s wife.  I loved the fact that the lace treatment ran all the way around the leg elastic right though the crotch. To me it was ultra sexy. As I sat there staring at the one pair I’d taken out of the box I started to have a few doubts. I wasn’t sure Elle would go for something that was a little risque. When I’d given my choice of panties I was only expecting one pair and had thought I could slip it in with the rest of Elle’s fancy panties. Now, I wasn’t sure what I was going to do with the other five pair.

The last box held the short nightie... or I should say two of them. It was cute. It had cap sleeves and I guessed it would fall to just about Elle’s butt cheeks and give me plenty of room to ”maneuver” during our “play time”. I folded the slip and nightie up and put them in one of the boxes and put the one pair of panties in my pocket. I wasn’t sure how I was going to get them on Elle but hoped I’d find a way.

It wasn’t even 5pm when I got home. I hadn’t even gotten out of the car when I saw Peggy headed down the street. My mind was on giving Elle her long awaited “surprise” that I’d promised the previous Saturday before we went to the picnic grounds. I’d not seen Peggy since we let her off at her home on Saturday. As I thought back on it I remembered that Elle had told me that she was wet and felt the twinge of a bulge as she approached. I thought she might be a little shy as she’d been extremely quiet on the trip home. However, she was her usual bubbly self and even asked if she was going to get to go sailing again before school started. I’m sure I said “yes” as we walked up to the door. Elle, not expecting me and expecting to drive Peggy home was surprised. Before I could say anything she asked if I’d do it for her and that way she could start getting supper ready. I couldn’t say no and even if I did I’d still have to wait for her to come back before I gave her the presents.

I took off my tie and we were off. It was me who was hesitant to say anything. One of the things I’d talked to Elle about was about spending a couple of days with our parents over Labor Day weekend. I wanted the kids to get some beach time before they went off to school and Elle wanted her father to spend some time with them. Driving Peggy home I got the idea of inviting her to spend a day at the beach. I was going to have to bring the Sailfish back to my father’s garage for the Winter anyway. I didn’t say anything definitively to her but did ask if she had any plans over that weekend. She said she was hoping for a baby sitting job. I put that in the back of my mind. By then we were in her driveway and as she got out of the car I visualized what her butt would’ve looked like on Saturday if she’d been wearing the tan shorts she was wearing then.

Supper was waiting when I returned. That meant waiting until after we’d all eaten and then had the dishes washed. Elle was on her way outside when I intecepted her. I motioned for her to come down the hall with me. I’d laid the slip and nightie out on the bed. I’m not sure that was the surprise she was hoping for but did say she liked them both, promising to wear the nightie that night. I remember that she was wearing her goldenrod colored knit shorts and as she turned to head outside I quickly put my hand between her legs and found it to be damp. She stopped and admitted that she’d ”leaked” doing the dishes. She apologized for not telling me and I told I'd accept it if she’d “refresh” the spot for me. I took full advantage of the opportunity and hoped to capitalize on it a bit later.

It was just about dark when Jim, my neighbor and sometimes pit crew, showed up. That didn’t make Elle very happy as she’d been rather liberal with me and I knew if she stood up it would be noticeable. Knowing this I stayed between the two of them. Jim wanted to know if I wanted any help at the races on Saturday night. I chided him for not being there for my big win. He blamed it on Dora, his wife, and I laughed. But, more importantly, he said he wanted to know if I’d put an ad on the car. He had a buddy who’d just opened a bait shop and loved the races. I said I would but it would’ve been nicer if he was going to give me some money. Jim told me that the guy and his wife would be at the races Saturday night... and as he walked away told me to take a good look at the woman. I could see a wicked smile on his face as he went out the gate.

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

It didn’t take long for the word about the dearth of toilet facilities to get around. I decided to be upfront about it with Elle. She asked what was being done and  when I told her what I’d been told she wasn’t too happy. It didn’t take long for creative minds to go to work. There were only eight permanent toilet stalls and they were located in what served as the operations center for the picnic grounds. Even though the main gate to the grounds had only been open for a little over an hour the line for them was already long. Someone suggested making the men’s room available to the ladies and some sort of system was worked out monitored by the security people. Many of the men found relief by walking out to the chain link fence that marked the property line and did their business through the fence. Some groups rigged up “squat zones” for the desperate ladies by roping off areas and hanging blankets and towels over the rope. Both Elle and Peggy decided against that option after investigating. Needless to say I would love to have been an investigator.

Elle pleaded with me to come up with a suggestion. Naturally, I had one and Elle immediately knew what it was... but she didn’t want to hear it. I did come up with one idea that she was willing to explore. Back when I was racing my sailboat I’d seen a number of competitors do something in a parking lot. With their car parked next to another car they opened both doors on one side thus creating a small somewhat enclosed area between them. By draping towels over the top of the doors they had enough seclusion to be able to change their clothes with some privacy. I told Elle that it would create a squat zone just for her, Peggy and the girls. She wasn’t overjoyed but said she’d give it a try.

After creating it the four of them were gone for quite a while. I would’ve loved to have observed them but I had baby duty. Upon their return I asked how it went and got mixed reactions. By then it was almost noon and time to start serving the Bar-B-Que. As they went off to retrieve their food I reflected on the fact that even with the crisis I’d not seen even one “accident” nor had I seen many panty peeks. On that score, in comparison to prior years, I was very disappointed. When they came back with their food Elle mentioned that she’d heard that many people were just picking up their food and leaving. After hearing that information I looked around and saw that some of the people who’d staked out space near us were now gone. I asked Elle if she wanted to leave early and, hearing that, the girls yelled out a loud “NO!”

Peggy had run into a couple of kids she knew from school who had found a small pond with tadpoles in it. She took the girls and headed off to find them. With the baby asleep, it left Elle and I alone and I had some definite ideas of what I wanted to do. Elle was on her knees trying to gather the kids toys into a pile. In that position the hem of her dress was about six inches above her knees... very inviting.  I was lying on my side and seeing Elle like that I ooched my way over to her. She knew what was coming and tried to fend me off by keeping her knees tight together while sitting on the calves of her legs. I started slowly, just asking for a little "squirt". She gave me one of those coy smiles and then slid her knees apart enough that I could get my one had up between her thighs. When she did I saw her look all around to see if anyone was headed our way. I waited and waited but nothing was happening. I looked up at her and she shrugged her shoulders. I was about to give up when she suggested that she move off the blanket. After we moved we both took the same  positions although I was still lying on the blanket. I slid my hand up to the crotch of her panties and within seconds I felt a very warm waterfall running through my fingers. I looked up at her and asked what happened to her "squirt". She didn't look at me when she told me to "Shut Up!"

She allowed me to stay and play for almost a minute before she went to stand up. When she did she looked down at me and asked what she was supposed to do now that she was wet. I wasn't expecting the "flood" and, to be truthful, had left home really just hoping for a little squirt at some point during the day. It was getting to be about mid afternoon and we'd agreed to leave around 3pm. Peggy had a baby sitting job and I had to get all the gear from the picnic stored away before I left for the stock car races so I told her that we'd pick up and leave.

Elle and I were gathering up our gear when I saw Peggy and the girls headed back our way and she didn't look all that happy. Elle asked what was wrong and Peggy just made a face and didn't really answer. I was busy with collapsing the playpen and didn't pay much attention. I knew it would take a couple of trips to the station wagon to get everything loaded and on the first one I was surprised to see there were no longer any cars around it. In fact, the lot was only about half full. Elle joined me for the next trip and I asked her why Peggy was so quiet. I remember her stopping and looking up at me and telling me that Peggy had "missed". Then she told me to "behave myself" around her. I didn't know exactly what she meant and told her so. She proceeded to tell me that when Peggy had gone over to use our private "squat area" and saw that it was no longer possible to have privacy she proceeded to "lose it". What Elle wanted was to make sure that I didn't try to see the "evidence" and make her uncomfortable. I knew I was going to have to be really, really careful until we dropped Peggy off. Any chance for seeing evidence of Peggy's "miss"  was already negated by her plaid shorts and she managed to keep herself "hidden" during final clean up. I had to be satified just knowing that she was wet on the trip back to her house.

Racing the car that night was a bit different. Having won the feature race the previous week meant that I’d finally won some money (It was around $70) so now would have to start towards the middle of the field of 24 cars. In the previous four weeks I don’t think I’d been hit more than once or twice (One advantage of being in the back of the pack and definitely an advantage about being in front like I had been the previous week) but that changed quickly. I hadn’t even made one lap around the track before I was turned sideways. A few laps later I got spun out into the infield. I have no idea where I finished but before I even got out of the car after the race I knew I would have some repairs. As was becoming the norm, Darren and I went over to see Seeg after my race. We were hoping that his son, Chet, would win again so we could be a part of their victory party... and to see all the girls from the fan club dressed in white shorts and pants.

To be continued...