TIME MARCHES ON... changes (Part 122i)
The decision to put off
showing Celia the appraisal until after Elle and I went to see the
grand opening of the tennis academy was because I wanted to enjoy my
time there and not be remembering the sadness that I knew would be
Celia’s reaction. The kids, as usual, went to Elle’s mother’s house. We
took off around 8am hoping to arrive at Fred’s in-laws by 10am. Being a
Saturday we had no traffic and arrived to find their driveway just about
filled with cars. I didn’t know what to think hoping that there hadn’t
been a problem. Not to worry. Fred’s father-in-law was a major investor
in the new academy and he’d invited some other investors over so they
could all arrive at the same time. In a way it was sort of funny. I’d
been to this house at least a half dozen times and to their Summer home
an equal number of times and had never met the man. In fact, I’d only
met the lady of the house twice. To say I was a bit intimidated was to
put it mildly. It took a few minutes for Elle and I to connect with Fred
and Liz and that took some of the pressure off. Shelly, Liz’s sister who was
the manager of the facility, had already left to make sure everything
was ready for all the hoopla. There was to be a big announcement right
before the ribbon cutting and even Fred and Liz didn’t know what it was.
There truly was a lot of excitement all around.
We all arrived
at the facility around 11:30am. I felt somewhat like royalty as we were
directed to a special parking place and then to a roped off area just to
the right of the doors where there was a big red ribbon stretched
across them. There was a photographer and what turned out to be
newspaper reporters on the other side of the doors. When noon came there
was a real air of excitement. Liz’s father moved over in front of the
doors with the other investors following and began talking to the people
who’d gathered. I couldn’t really hear him as he was facing the crowd
but after a few minutes he called for one of the other people in our
group to join him. The man was introduced and there was a loud cheer and
clapping that followed. Fred and Liz couldn’t hear either. What it
turned out to be was the man who was introduced was a very famous tennis
player from Australia. He was hired to run the facility with a goal of
training young tennis players and, with it having indoor courts, the
training could go on year round. Right after all that was explained he
called for two young females that had been in our group to join him. It turned out that they too, were
from Australia. The man stated that he had persuaded them to come with him and were the first to sign up at the academy under his tutelage.. He closed
by saying that they would be the ones playing in the exhibition match.
We
learned a lot more about them after the ribbon was cut and the doors were
officially opened. Still among the “elite”, we were led to a cordoned
off area where the main tennis court was located. There were bleacher
seats on one side and after we were seated it only took a few minutes
for the area to fill up. Both of the girls were cute and were wearing
really short tennis dresses. We were seated in the second row and about
20 feet from mid court... a perfect spot for peeks. They were introduced
and their names were Kerry and Karen... and even though they were young
(19 & 18), they were very good. This was the first time that Elle
and I had actually witnessed a “real” tennis match and we were
fascinated. On the one hand I was intimidated by how good they were but
was actually inspired to think about actually trying to learn how to
play the game for the sake of the game and not just for the panty peeks.
As
invited guests Elle and I were included in the small cadre of people
who got to meet the players. It was then that I realized that Kerry had
been at the facility, practicing, when we’d been there the first time.
Both the girls were very shy as were Elle and I in their presence. To
top it all off we were included in the group who went to eat at a famous
restaurant that was just down the street. Ironically, I’d been there
back when I was in 7th grade. I’d been invited to one of my classmate’s
birthday party and it was held at the same restaurant. His aunt owned
it. It was during the dinner that we found out that Liz’s parents were
sponsoring both the girls who had aspirations (and supposedly the
talent) to be good enough to win one or more of the major women’s tennis
tournaments. On top of that, Kerry was actually staying at their house.
I was very impressed!
When we left home I fully expected to
be back in time to eat supper. As it turned out we didn’t leave for home
until after 8pm. Because we’d driven to the ceremony with Fred and Liz
we were “captives” of a sort. Elle, because she didn’t know how the day
was going to play out, chose to wear a full package; sanitary pad, heavy
cotton panties, another pad and another pair of the cotton panties with
a pair of plastic over them. The problem with wearing the plastic
panties was that they didn’t “breathe” but it was a small price to pay
to avoid embarrassment.
Elle survived without incident until the
exhibition match was over. There was no chance for her to get to the
ladies room and while we were waiting to meet the players she couldn’t
hold it any longer. I knew she was about at her time limit and the way
she was moving about as we waited told me what was about to happen. I
knew she’d brought "spares" and actually had them in her pocketbook but
when she finally made it to the bathroom to change it was very crowded.
On top of that she noticed the space under the doors to the stalls was
quite high and, to change completely she was afraid that people could
see her taking her panties off and replacing them so decided to just
pull the wet pads out and replace them. That meant that for the rest of
the time we were at the academy she was in wet panties. However, I
didn’t know that at the time. She didn’t complain and went with the
flow. It wasn’t until after arriving at the restaurant that she was able
to put on dry panties. I learned all the details on our way home. Before we
left Liz’s parents house Elle took the plastic panties off. It was hard
to concentrate as Elle had pulled her skirt up to let her privates “air
out“, sitting there with her panties showing. Every time I tried to take a peek she’d tell me to keep my
eyes on the road. Even though we were both tired from a long and
exciting day we closed it out with some very private pleasures.
To be continued...
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