MAKING PROGRESS… of sorts (Part 172q)
When Elle and Martha left
for the courts I was left to watch our two older girls who’d declined to
go with them. Kaye our youngest and Martha’s daughter, Olivia who she
called “Ollie”, went with their mothers. Before leaving Elle had
suggested (told) me to get the hibachi out and we’d eat on the patio
when she returned. I wasn’t thrilled with the idea but didn’t have much
choice. Elle said they wouldn’t be gone more than a half hour so,
knowing how long it took to get the charcoal to the proper cooking
temperature, I immediately got it started. It’d been my intention to do
more with the storm windows/screens but gave that idea up as a lost
cause. Elle had been about right on how long they’d be gone and the
coals in the hibachi were just about right when the station wagon pulled
up to the garage. As soon as she got out of the car she announced that
Martha and Ollie would be joining us in our impromptu cook out. Hearing
that as I saw Martha appear from the other side of the station wagon
changed my mood about having to do the hibachi thing. I’d hoped for
seeing her in her tennis outfit later on during the Summer but here she
was approaching me while wearing it.
Since it was the first time
we’d used the picnic table that Spring it was quite dirty. Elle set
about cleaning it up and Martha joined right in. Even though the hibachi
didn’t need monitoring at that moment I stayed right there to observe
what I hoped would soon happen. As Martha wiped the table top down the
hem of her skirt never quite made it high enough to get even a hint of
what she was wearing underneath it… but I still had hope. We had to move
the table from the wall and I did help in doing that. There was one
bench that had been stored under the table and was right up against the
siding. Elle was directing me as to just how she wanted the table placed
and as I put it down looked over and saw Martha trying to grab the the
bench to bring it over to the table. As she bent over to grab it I got
just what I’d hoped for… the hem of the dress rode up on her backside so
that there was at least three inches of her panties showing. It turned
out to be heavier than she’d thought so she was struggling to get a good
grasp of it, all the while prolonging the fantastic view I had.
Luckily, Elle had gone into the kitchen to get the hot dogs and
hamburgers so didn’t see me ogling Martha’s rear end.
I don’t
know how long I got an unobstructed look… maybe ten to fifteen or so
seconds, but it seemed like an eternity. It was long enough for my brain
to start functioning and to realize that she was wearing but one pair
of panties. They definitely weren’t tennis panties with lace around the
leg openings. The size of the crotch was modest, nowhere near as large
as the VanRaalte panties were and it left me wondering who made them.
The next conscious thing I knew Elle was telling me to help Martha with
the bench. When I made the move towards her was when I realized I had an
almost full hard-on. I’m not sure if Martha saw it or not but the
perspiration on my brow wasn’t from the weather or exertion… it was from
embarrassment.
Elle then called Martha inside to help her get
all the kids stuff together while I finished up the first batch of hot
dogs. The hamburgers were for the adults and when I squatted down to
pull them off the grill I asked for a plate to put them on. Martha, who
was then seated at the end of one of the benches, turned towards me. As
she did she sort of spun her body with her left leg still under the
table and her right one now pointed out towards me. This was one of
those split second viewings but what a view! For that split second her
legs were at a 90 degree angle and the only thing missing that could’ve
made the view a ’10’ was there was no ‘camel toe’. From then on there
were just a few more ‘peeks’ but nothing as graphic as what I’d already
seen. If there was one thing that episode accomplished it was to make me
anticipate the upcoming Summer for a different reason.
The
sailing club had been opened, unofficially, on the weekends starting
with Memorial Day weekend. Unofficially, because the water and lights
had not yet been turned on in the clubhouse. Rex, the unpaid property
manager, had been injured at his work and no one had stepped up to fill
the position. Rex lived locally and close to the club so had been a
perfect one to handle all the details and problems as they arose. But,
his trusted assistant was his brother, Jack, who lived and worked in the
city except for the months of July and August. Rex would really work
hard to get volunteers to get the clubhouse ready each year and other
than the front doors being opened nothing had been done. So, when I got a
call from Jack after getting home from church asking for help I
couldn’t really say “no”. He’d called some others and there were about
seven or eight of us to tackle the obvious things like removing the
storm windows and getting the Sunfish racks out of the building. Some of
the members (so we thought) had already left their Sunfish boats on the
beach. That was OK as long as we had no storms with high tides so we
set about to put some of the racks together. In past years those of us
who assembled the racks were granted first choice as to which ones we
chose and we decided it would be the same this year. I picked two on the
bottom row of one which would make it easier for Jean and Anne to get
to their boats and to get them up and off the sand. We were just
finishing up when two women that non of us recognized showed up. They
didn’t acknowledge the few of us that were left and proceeded to go over
to the two boats lying there in the sand. We were picking up the
shovels and the 2x4’s for the racks that hadn’t yet been re-assembled
and, initially, didn’t pay much attention… until we saw them pick up a
boat and slide it onto one of the racks that one of the guys had marked
for his boat. I think it was because I was pretty tired by then because I
called them out on it. They stood their ground claiming they had their
boats there first and should get first choice. The next thing we knew we
were all screaming at the two women and they were screaming back. Jack,
smartly, finally put an end to it when he asked if they were members of
the club… and this is the part that really got me. They told him they
were “going to join”. That incensed one of the other guys who motioned
for me to grab one end of one of their boats while he grabbed the other
and we dragged it off the rack and down about 20 feet onto the beach. It
was obvious that they still didn’t get the whole picture as they told
us they were going to call the police. I’m actually laughing as I write
this as Jack shot back at them to go right ahead… and if the police
showed up he’d have them arrested for trespassing. That was what finally
ended the whole episode as they got in their car and drove off.
To
put an end to this thread… when they finally did come around to join
they were turned down. Their only reason for joining was to have a place
for their boats. They didn’t want to compete in races or to have kids
in the sailing program. What was kind of funny was that Jack’s wife was
on the membership committee and she’d been warned about them. It was
part of a trend that I’d been observing for a few years where the ‘city
people’ would arrive and expect the ‘local yokels’ to acquiesce to their
wishes.
To be continued…
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