FINISHING UP... the year (Part 124n)
The start time
was 6pm for cocktails and we, as non drinkers, decided to be a bit
late. Roughly an hour was allocated for each of the first two stops with
approximately 15 minutes to get from house to house. We left Jon and
Ginger's house a little early to get all the ”goodies“ out and displayed
at our place. Once we arrived at home Susan shepherded the kids
upstairs so they were not only out of sight but also out of mind.
Aurelia, our co-host was, supposedly. a former model. I didn’t think so
but who was I to know for sure. Certainly attractive, but not ”model
pretty“, she was a few years older than Elle and I. She and her husband
had four daughters with one making friends with Anne, our second oldest.
It was through that friendship that led her to be involved with the
”group“. Her husband was a surgeon and, as you can imagine, because of
that they were considered ”well to do“. I was intimately familiar with
the house they had purchased as I had played with (and had a crush on)
one of the girls that had lived there back before I had a drivers
license (See Part 6c). Wine connoisseurs, their contribution for the
stop at our house was fine wine to go with our hors d'ouvres.
If
there was one thing we’d been worried about it was Rob, the budding
alcoholic in the ”group“. However, luck, or whatever you want to call
it, was with us. He’d been sick over Christmas and had been put on
medication. His doctor had told him that alcohol and the pills did not
mix but he’d ignored the warning only to have a violent reaction. So,
that, and with his wife and brother watching him, he behaved. The visit
to our house went well with the exception that we were all a bit late to
Phyl’s and Bob’s house for the main course, baked ham. With Sandy as
co-host, they managed to put together a really great meal. We dawdled a
bit and didn’t get to Nanci and Fritz’s house until just before
midnight. They’d decorated their basement for the New Year’s celebration
and had a TV set up so we could watch the ball drop in Times Square.
They also had champagne.
Up to the time we arrived at Nanci’s
there had been absolutely no chances for panty peeks or the like. We
mostly just stood (or sat) around chatting. Arurelia and Mark had
provided new ”life“ to the group as they discussed their worldly
travels. I’d only had a few sips of wine. I really didn’t want to
partake of the champagne but was goaded into it for the midnight
”toast“. To this day I can’t explain why I continued to imbibe. Elle and
I left around 2am with Elle driving. Back at home, all I wanted was to
”crash” in bed, which is just what I did.
The next thing I knew
it was daylight and when I looked at the clock by the bed it was after
10am. I rolled over to feel for Elle but all I felt was a cold wet spot.
It was enough to make me sit up... and to realize that my head felt
like it was twice the normal size. I needed aspirin and quickly. I
pulled on my good pants which I found in a heap along side the bed.
Barefooted, I made my way, slowly, down the stairs. At about half way
down there was an arch that gave a view out into the living room. As I
approached it I could hear the kids laughing so stopped to take a look.
What I saw was almost enough to cure my hangover. It was Susan on her
hands and knees with Kaye riding on her back... but, when Kaye had
climbed on she’d drawn the hem of Susan’s nightie up so that she was
sitting on it, fully exposing Susan’s white pantied backside. All I can
say is that I got a good look until Susan carried Kaye into the den and
out of my sight.
At that point I definitely needed some
aspirin... and to find Elle. Making my way into the kitchen I could hear
the water running in the shower and guessed it was her. After downing a
few aspirin I returned up the stairs. My first thought was to go back
to bed but knew that as soon as Elle arrived she’d have me up again. So,
biting the bullet, I headed for the upstairs bathroom to get washed up
and shaved. I had to walk past the room that Susan had slept in and as I
did I was surprised to see that she’d made the bed up and had laid out
her clothes on it. There was no way I was going to pass up the chance to
look at her panties, up close and personal.
Each item was laid
out with her socks being to the left followed by her panties, bra,
sweater and pants. My headache went away as soon as I had my hands on
the panties. Careful to note how she’d had them folded I quickly turned
them inside out looking for the label. I recognized it as being the same
one that I’d seen that time I’d stopped at her house and found the
folded wash on the picnic table. A script “Nylon” on one side with a
circled numeral “5” on the other. I even knew where they came from...
the Woolworth’s 5 & 10 cent store in the town where I worked. If
there was one memorable thing about them it was the width of the
crotch... it looked to be at least 4 inches across. I knew I didn’t have
much time so put them back and disappeared into the bathroom.
Elle
was getting dressed when I returned. My head hurt too much to even
think about making a request for wearing some fancy panties. By the time
I got downstairs again Elle was talking to Susan, still in her nightie.
It fell just above her knees but was too opaque to be able to see
through it. I remember Elle handing her a towel and suggesting that she
go ahead and take her shower now and that by the time was done and
dressed she’d have breakfast ready. Susan tried to decline but when Elle
asked her if she’d eaten anything that morning she admitted that she
hadn’t. She said she'd given the girls cereal and a banana but hadn’t
fed herself. Elle prevailed and Susan stepped into the bathroom.
I
went out to get the Sunday paper (even though it was a holiday) and was
headed for my recliner when I almost ran into Susan, wrapped up in the
towel, leaving the bathroom. Because the room was so small, it didn’t
take much to steam it up. What Elle and I would do after a shower was to
raise the window for a few minutes to let it air out. When I opened the
door I could hardly see the window for the steam. It was located right
behind the toilet and sometimes, because of all the moisture, it would
swell up and be hard to open. This was one of those times. It meant
having to straddle the toilet bowl to get enough lifting purchase to
open it up. After achieving success I started to back away and as I did I
looked down. There, right in front of me on top of the toilet tank
cover, was Susan’s nightie and panties. I wasn’t sure of just where Elle
was but decided to chance it and picked up the panties. Susan, when
stripping them off had turned them inside out. The label was right there
for me to read and it was the same as the one’s upstairs. But, these
had just come off her body so I took a look at the crotch. There was
definitely a “discharge“ but there was still too much steam to get a
good ”read“ on it. I did put them up to my nose but the scent of the
bath soap was permeating the air so that didn’t accomplish much. I
dropped them back on top of the nightie and continued backing away from
the window.
Elle had made a cheese omelet and, after
seeing (and smelling) it decided that I’d have some as well. While
eating we chatted with Susan about her plans for the future. She told us
she’d applied to a few colleges but what she wanted was to be a
pharmacist. Working at the drugstore in the village had whetted her
interest in the field. When I went to pay her she refused to take all of
it saying that she shouldn’t be paid for the time she spent sleeping
and playing with the kids. I was impressed but vowed that somehow, some
way she’d get the rest of the money. When I dropped her off at her house
she told me that we had to come to a varsity basketball game to see her
cheer. I promised that we would.
To be continued...
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