DEALING WITH THE HEAT… & more (Part 174b)
While we were
preparing the porch for our guests Elle reminded me that I’d offered to
pay for the pizzas. I felt sort of foolish since I was the one to offer
but I headed inside to get my wallet. Walking past the coat closet I
remembered that I’d purchased a pack of Polaroid film but hadn’t
inserted it into the camera. With Elle busy I grabbed the box of film
and the camera and headed up the stairs. I returned with my wallet and
the camera, hiding it in the living room bookcase. My next stop was to
deliver the money and as I pushed through the hedge was greeted by the
neighbors three kids. They didn’t say anything and neither did I. Their
kitchen door was closed and after knocking with no answer I headed for
the garage to see if their car was still there. A peek through the
window showed the car was gone. It took but a few steps for me to check
on the wash line and, as would be expected, hanging there were the wet
clothes the group of them had been wearing during the water fight. I
knew there was no way for Elle to see me so headed over in that
direction. I had to push aside the clothes to get to see the underwear
and was excited to see two full brief panties. As I’ve said, Mattie was a
bit on the ‘chunky’ side so it was easy to determine who wore the
larger pair. Now the question was did I have the nerve, in broad
daylight, to go over to them to find who made them. I stood there
debating with myself when I heard an unfamiliar voice calling out my
name. I managed to duck back away from the clothes before I saw Mattie’s
son standing in the hedge opening. With my heart pounding I headed back
towards him. I’m not sure he would’ve known what I was doing but it was
still too close for comfort.
The next thing on my agenda was to
see what Mattie and Martha had chosen to wear. To accommodate the kids
Elle and I had moved the picnic table from the patio to just outside the
porch but still in the shade of our huge maple tree. If there was one
thing for certain it was that with the high humidity you didn’t want to
be exerting much energy. When Mattie’s car pulled up the driveway the
kids ignored that and were bouncing around like overinflated beach
balls. Mattie was the first out of the car and it was almost like I’d
orchestrated her exit. She opened the door and flung her left leg out
and towards the ground. She had to have had her skirt pulled up into her
lap because, even though I was a good 30 feet away, I had an almost
unobstructed view of her groin and crotch. Her right leg was still
inside the car with her left leg on the ground. Picture them at a 45
degree angle. I can almost imagine the look on my face as I took it all
in.
Once she was out and standing I could see she was wearing a
loose fitting full skirt that fell to about half calf. By then Martha
had gotten out and walked around the back of the car. She was carrying
the boxes of pizza and, much to my pleasure, was wearing a very short
skirt or dress. My gaze switched from Mattie to Martha as she carried
the boxes to the table. I remember hoping that she’d walk around the
table to deposit them… and like she was in sync with my mind, she did.
But that was only the beginning. With the benches pulled out from the
table so the kids could sit on them she had to lean over them to get the
boxes onto the table. As she did it seemed like she bent over in slow
motion… and as she did I watched the hem of what ended up being a dress
get higher and higher on her backside. There was one problem. Elle was
standing right beside me and could see the same thing I could see… a
pair of panties. I felt a smack against my bicep and as I turned to look
at Elle I could see she wasn’t very happy with me.
As I’ve
written, neither Elle nor I were into doing much if any drinking. Mattie
insisted the pizza (for the adults) would be enhanced with some wine.
As the pizza was dished out to the kids she headed back to her house to
fetch some. Walking away from the porch, even with the sun on her back, I
could see the outline of Mattie's panties. I was seated in one of our
big wicker rocking chairs and in a perfect position to observe her. She
returned with two bottles and Elle provided the glasses. I remember the
two women polishing off one bottle and starting in on the other. It’s
funny how alcohol affects different people. A good example would be
Leslie, Davo’s girlfriend, who could only handle a couple of beers. With
Mattie there seemed to be little change, glass after glass. On the
other hand, Martha’s tongue seemed to get heavier and heavier as the
evening wore on. Being mid July, some daylight was still hanging around
at 8:30pm. We’d started eating sometime around 6pm and by then a slight
breeze had come up. Even with it none of us had wanted to move but Elle
knew she had to. I couldn’t tell if Elle had had a problem or not when
she did. But no one else had gotten up. In fact, I know I’d dozed off a
few times. It was Martha’s daughter that finally broke it up. Running
around in the yard with darkness coming up, she’d tripped on a tree root
and was crying.
Martha was seated on the other wicker rocker
located in the corner farthest away from the door. I was half asleep but
did watch as she tried to get up and out of the chair. If cell phones
were around at that time the result of her effort would have been a
viral hit on YouTube. The seat of these wicker rocking chairs was pretty
deep. I, at 6’1”, had to ‘oooch’ myself forward to get out of one.
Martha, at maybe 5’5”, had a real problem as she tried to get to the
front edge of the seat. Being a little tipsy wasn’t helping her at all.
Frustrated after a couple of tries she put her hands on the arms in the
very front and tried to lift herself up and to thrust herself off. When
she did the whole chair pitched forward with her ending up on the floor
and the whole chair on top of her. Mattie, watching this scene unfold,
was laughing uncontrollably. By the time the chair landed on Martha's
back I was there to try to help her. When I lifted it up and off her she
was now laughing. She was basically face down on the floor with the hem
of her dress spread across her backside. Dusk was definitely upon us so
even though I was standing right above her I could barely see the
crotch line of her panties. But I thought I saw something else… the
bulge of a pad. I set the chair aside and then saw her roll over on her
side and then to her back. That was when she reached her hands up to me
so I could pull her up. Looking down at her I could see most of her
panties and it was obvious she didn’t care. She wanted to be pulled up
to a standing position.
I know she was talking but I couldn’t
make out what she was saying so I just reached a hand down to one of
hers but she was waving the other hand at me as if to say she wanted me
to take it with my other hand. The only way I could do that was to stand
right over her, straddling her. When I got her up to a sitting position
she started laughing again… which got Mattie to laughing again. I
thought it was pretty funny as well but the sight of her panties had
made it more of a serious moment for me. I let go of her hands at this
point and thought she was going to fall back onto her back. Then she
said something between her laughs that I thought I could understand…
“Don’t look!… I’m weeing….”
To be continued…
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