“SPRING”ING AHEAD… Better days? (Part 170f)
The reaction from
Elle when I told her my schedule for the week wasn’t as bad as I’d
expected. I attributed that to the positive ‘vibes’ Elle had been
exhibiting all week. To keep them coming I made sure to be home in time
to eat supper with the kids. To enhance that I made a point of playing
games with them after we finished. I made sure not to say or do anything
to trigger a negative change in her mood and ended up being an
unexpected beneficiary when we went to bed. In the morning I wasn’t able
to answer her question as to what time I expected to be home which brought forth
the first negative sign I’d seen from her.
To be truthful, I
wasn’t looking forward to the scheduled meeting. The group of four banks
was created to keep the lines of communication open concerning
the branching plans of each. The bank I was with was the first of the four to open a
branch and it created a bit of a panic for the other three. The fear
was that we’d start to invade each others ‘territory'. There were no set
geographical boundaries so the idea was for the four to share their broad
branching plans. The original plan was for the four bank presidents to
periodically meet. However, Bert, the president of the bank I worked for,
wouldn’t attend meetings that required him to travel because of his invalid wife. My boss, Hobie,
as a senior officer of the bank was tasked to fill in for him at the
first meeting. At the last minute something came up and he was unable to
go. With permission from the other three banks I was sent in his place.
Basically, all I was to do was to give a report on our branch activity
and that was all. I was somewhat intimidated even though I knew one of
the other presidents having worked at his bank when I first got into banking. When
the meeting was over they wanted to go out to eat and even though
uncomfortable in their presence, was persuaded to join them. On my way
home I determined that the underlying reason for the meeting was to go
out to eat and drink at their bank’s expense. When the second meeting
was proposed as a dinner meeting it confirmed my thinking. I didn’t
expect to be representing the bank thinking Hobie would go but… it ended
up being me.
The place they chose was a fairly well known
restaurant that I was vaguely familiar with. My grandparents had
celebrated a wedding anniversary there when I was still a teenager. We were all to meet there at 6pm. To get there I had to fight the traffic
from the County Center and left a little early to make sure I was there
on time. I knew the location was in the same town where Lynda lived but
had put any thoughts of taking her up on her offer (to look at panty
pictures of her) due to the hour we’d be finished. It did get me to
thinking when I’d be able to come up with a way to do it. I waited until
6pm to go inside. I asked if any of the three men were there and was
told that the meeting had been called off. I asked if they knew why and
all I was told that one of the group had some kind of problem. I asked
if there was a message for me and gave my name. There wasn’t any which
sort of annoyed me. Here I was, over an hour away from home and hungry.
There wasn’t much to do other than to head home.
I’d come into
the town by using the fairly new by-pass. I had the idea to leave by
driving through the town to see how much had changed. The venerable
local department store was still there which sort of surprised me.
Seeing it reminded me of the old stainless steel encased diner on the
edge of the village and decided to stop there to get something to eat.
Just before the diner was the Chevrolet auto dealership owned and run by
Lynda’s father-in-law. Seeing it put my mind in ‘high gear’. I pulled
in to the diner and sat there debating with myself as to weather I
should try to call Lynda… or not. To do so meant having to go inside to
get to the phone. Still not ‘sold’ on the idea I went to the counter and
ordered some soup. Believe it or not, I ended up flipping a coin to
make the decision. The phone rang quite a few times before I heard
Lynda’s sing-songy voice. It took a few seconds for her to recognize
mine but when she did the first thing she asked was “Where are you?”.
It
took maybe ten minutes for me to find her place again. Once I found the
tavern where Elle had come to pick me up back on New Years Eve I knew I
was close. I don’t know why but I was surprised to find her dressed in
what I’d call her work clothes… a grey A-line skirt and white blouse. As
for myself, as soon as I got in the house at home it was into something
comfortable. She welcomed me and as I walked in saw a box on the
little coffee table in front of the sofa. She took my coat and told me
to take a seat on it. I won’t deny that I was nervous but I really
couldn’t tell about her. The initial small-talk was probably somewhat
inane. But, after getting something to drink for both of us she took a
seat in an overstuffed chair just to the left of where I’d seated
myself. The first thing she did was to move forward in her chair and
with a somewhat mischievous smile I’d seen a few times before proceeded
to ask me what had triggered my interest in panties. Talk about being
put on the ‘hot seat’! My temperature soared a few degrees in just
seconds. The question caught me totally by surprise and I didn’t know
where to begin. Seeing me struggle seemed to please her but after a
minute or so she asked me if there was some specific instance that
might’ve been the source.
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If you go back
to my very first posts here at “Fancy Panties” you can get the details.
However, it took me many years to get to the point of addressing it myself and any number of
abortive tries to get it written down. I was in my 50’s when I first
tried and when I did it was after thinking about it for an extended
period of time.
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I didn’t like being
under pressure like that and the only thing I could remember off the top
of my head was when living in the city with one set of grandparents
during WWII. Even though they were considered “rich”, because of
restrictions during the war everybody had to make do with what they had.
During the Summer, my grandfather would set up a lawn sprinkler in the
back yard and that sufficed in place of going to the beach. My
grandmother would just strip off my play clothes and let me cavort in
just my underpants. There was a girl my age (about 5yo) who lived next
door who was also living with grandparents and she was allowed to run
and frolic in the sprinkler with me wearing just her underpants. There was nothing
more to it than that. However, once I started to go to school there were
some boys who would taunt the girls and try to lift the hems of their
dresses and thought it was funny. To be accepted I went along with what
they did and, over time getting panty peeks became a game. What I didn’t
tell Lynda was that the girl next door would often wet her pants and
that became another part of my fetish. I’d not told Lynda about Elle’s
incontinence so I was trying to keep what I told her to just panty
peeks. When I finished she seemed satisfied.
To be continued…
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