MORE ON AND ON... June (Part 118d)
The four of us
made good use of the screened in porch, chatting as we ate lunch. Sandy
was wearing a pair of light gray short shorts and a striped top. My eye
had taken notice of the shorts as soon as she exited the car. To Johnny
and Sandy it probably seemed like an inquisition. We found out that he
was a “city boy“ who had spent summers a a camp for boys in New
Hampshire. He ended up becoming a counselor there while going to
college. Sandy was born and raised in the same area as the camp. Her
mother worked as a cook at a ski lodge in the Winter and at the camp in
the Summer. When a girls camp opened on the same lake, she got a similar
job as her husband to be had. Somewhere along the way they met and fell
in love. She was three years younger than Johnny and as they described
how they met and married I was surprised at how closely their past
paralleled Elle’s and mine.
Even though she said she
was 21 I had a hard time believing it. She was so innocent and naive...
and cute. As mush as I enjoyed the respite from the chores on my list I
was hoping they would leave. In the driveway, Sandy asked Elle what her
interests were other than sailing. I wasn’t surprised that her answer
was tennis, although Elle hadn’t brought the subject up even once since
we bought the house. The answer brought an instant response from both
Sandy and Johnny. I was asked if I played and my reluctant answer was
that I ”played at it“. By then Sandy was jumping up and down declaring
that we should all go to the high school and hit some balls. It wasn’t
what I wanted to hear knowing Elle would want to do it.
Reluctantly,
I agreed, and while they went home to get their racquets I went to find
ours. Elle gathered up the kids who were excited to go so they could
use the school playground. I knew there were two courts at the school
but had never seen them. They’d been uncared for and were in poor shape
but there were usable nets. Sandy and Johnny were waiting for us and I
was glad to see that she was still wearing the same shorts as I was sure
that, if and when she stooped over to pick up some errant balls, I’d
get a peek of her panties and, hopefully, a VPL.
It
didn’t take long to see that Johnny was an athlete. Sandy and Elle were
about evenly matched so when they suggested we try an actual game they
played together and Johnny was stuck with me. I was up at the net when I
got my first peek... a dash of white, on both cheeks, peeking out from
under the bottom of her shorts. Her top was too long for a DP
(downpants) but something was better than nothing. We hadn’t been there
all that long when I saw Elle stop and squeeze her thighs together. I
knew what had happened and what was soon to come. I don’t know or
remember what excuse Elle used to leave the courts but she headed for
the station wagon leaving me to apologize. They wanted to be sure that
Elle was OK and I assured her that she was and that it wasn’t serious.
We agreed to get together again in the not too distant future.
When
I got to the station wagon Elle was standing with the door open but
covering her. At her feet was a puddle about the size of a turkey
platter. What had happened was in the rush to get to the courts Elle
neglected to use the toilet and hadn’t thought to wear a partial
package. Elle was as embarrassed as I could remember her being. The only
thing that I clearly remember was that Elle would let me take advantage
of her being wet and was quite perturbed that I would even think of
going "there".
When I agreed to buy the new Sunfish I'd
assumed (and you know how that id spelled!) that my parents would allow
me (us) the leave the boat on their beach. That Sunday we took it to
their house to go for a maiden voyage. The second thing I learned about
the new boat was that it was too heavy for just Elle and I to carry by
ourselves. (the first being that it was too big to fit in the station
wagon,) After getting my father to help us carry it down to the beach we
put the sails up and had an enjoyable afternoon of sail.lng. The
comfort level in sailing this craft over the Sailfish was monumental.
When I took the sails off and started loading the kids into the wagon my
mother came running up asking why I wasn't taking the boat. When I told
her I thought that it would be OK to leave it there I got an ear full.
Clearly, it was not OK. In retrospect, I realized that by not asking
permission I had crossed an invisible line. So... the boat got loaded
back onto the trailer.
It was on my way home one night
the following week when I remembered the house with the clothes line
filled with panties. I'd wanted to drive past it after my discovery but
had only remembered once. I made the right hand turn in time and was
rewarded. It was an eye full. Panties, bras and slips, all segregated by
type and size. The problem was that if I stopped it would have brought
attention to me and my car so I drove slowly past, trying to take it all
in. As I completed the short trip home from there I was trying to
formulate a reason to walk over that way. The only thing I could come up
with was to take my youngest for a stroller ride, something I hadn't
done since moving into the house. Plus, I still had to fix the broken
wheel on the stroller.
After supper I made a point of
re-attaching the wheel that had fallen off. I told Elle that I wanted to
test it out so got Kaye and went for a walk. My timing was off by about
ten. minutes as the lady had just finished taking all the panties off
the line. In seeing that I turned around hoping that she didn't see me. I
figured that there might be another night I could try again. That clothes line certainly had my attention.
Back
home I found Elle playing with the kids and Sophie in the back yard. As
I walked up the driveway I saw her standing on her head, something that
I'd seen her do many times when we were teens. Of course they wanted to
try with Sophie the most vocal. Elle took one look at me and shook her
finger indicating that I wasn't allowed to watch. I took the stroller
into the garage but was still in a position to see Elle holding Sophie's
legs.. Her dress was down around her face and I could see her tummy and
panties and, even knowing her disability, it was hard not to be a bit
aroused. I knew better than to stay all that long so took Kaye into the
house wishing that I'd been Elle holding Sophie's legs.
To be continued...
3 comments:
Another Heads Up for those who care... Time out for Thanksgiving. Will be back nest week... til then "Gobble Gobble Gobble"
Have fun! Don.t get indigestion.
I think what people don't understand about panty lovers is we are like dogs chasing a car, the thrill is in the moment. Just looking is all it's about.
OB... and touching isn't so bad either. :-)
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