DEALING WITH THE HEAT… & more (Part 174cc)
Any
time I could get Elle to the point of thinking about something it was
like a ‘win’ for me. However, I didn’t get the opportunity to pursue it
right then… for two reasons. The first was that she was dressed for bed
with her 'package' on and the second was she asked if I’d located the
panties that she’d told Martha she could have. They were the Sans Soucie
panties with the diamond shaped crotch that she’d observed on our wash
line. I had told Elle I still had some but didn’t want to expose where I had my
‘stash’ so told her I’d “dig them ‘out. I hadn’t and now, with the
discussion about the bikinis and the possibility of Elle wearing them, I
had to. Getting to them with Elle home would be difficult so as I
climbed into bed I devised my ‘plan of attack’ for the next day.
My
normal Saturday had me doing both our lawn and the lawn at the church
followed by a trip to the landfill (dump) and then a stop at the garage
to help load the race car. Then, I’d usually have at least an hour to do other
household maintenance. While I would be doing this running around Elle
would do her grocery shopping. So, I decided I’d change things around to
get some time alone at home with Elle not there and be able to get to the hidden space in
the cedar closet in Anne’s room.
For a while I didn’t think I’d
pull it off but Elle’s mother showed up and ended up offering to watch the
kids while Elle did her shopping. Elle was curious as to why I was still
around when she headed for the stores. I don’t think I gave her an
answer but, having her gone only half solved my problem. Now I had to
make sure Anne didn’t come into her room while I had all the panties
out. The most logical thing would’ve been to have the girls go next door
to play with the neighbor kids but with their Nana there that wasn’t
going to happen. Even though it was Summer and the weather was nice,
Elle’s mother was ‘holding court’ in the kitchen making cookies with them. After
making ’small talk’ I finally gave up and made an excuse to go upstairs.
All I could do was hope neither Anne nor Jean would decide to come
upstairs. Literally, I was holding my breath as I pulled the plastic
shoe boxes out from their hiding place in the cedar closet.
Once I got the drawer out
and was able to reach into the space behind it I was mad at myself. I’d
added any number of panties and hadn’t sorted or put them in the boxes.
That meant having to pull all the loose panties out before getting to the
shoe boxes. I was a bit frustrated and was perspiring as I finally got
to the one shoe box with the new Globe bikinis. After taking
the top off I just stuck my hand in and pulled out a few. I didn’t take
time to count them as I still had to find the Sans Soucie box. I didn’t
think to bring a flashlight so had to pull out a number of the cardboard
boxes to be able to read the names on them. Just because I was rushed
it turned out that the last one I pulled out was the one I wanted. I
remembered that they came six in a box with a paper band around three so
just grabbed one and started pushing everything back in the closet.
That was a mistake. When I’d originally put the boxes in the space I had to try
different combinations of them to have them all fit. Rushing, like I
was, it wasn’t working. I was worried that one or both the girls would
come looking for me to tell me the cookies were ready so I got as much
as I could in the space, put the drawer back after stuffing in as many
of the loose items as I could. Knowing I was taking a chance I just put
the other shoe boxes on the closet floor and closed the door. My hope was that
Elle wouldn’t need anything in there for a few days. I picked up the
bikinis and Sans Soucie panties and headed for my dresser. One drawer
was dedicated for Elles panties so I just dropped all of them in so I
could get back down stairs.
I was afraid Elle’s mother would ask
where I’d been but she was cleaning up the mess the kids had made with the
flour when making their cookies. I asked but was disappointed that they weren't
ready to be eaten yet so made my exit. I’m a person who likes routines
and mine, for the day, was now out of sync. By the time I returned home
it was almost time for the crew to pick me up for the races. Elle gave
me an opportunity to give her the panties for Martha when she told me
the group of them had enjoyed their swimming lessons with Coach Bob. I
tried to make my segue to the panties as seamless as possible with a
little humor by saying he’d probably enjoyed having them, especially
Martha and Mattie when they were swimming in their underwear. Elle
picked up on it and asked if I’d retrieved them yet. Not wanting to seem
too anxious I told her I’d dig them out after changing my clothes for
the races and headed up the stairs.
She was on the phone
(probably with her mother) when I came back down. I placed three
pair on her lap complete with the paper band around them. I hear the
horn of the race car hauler so blew her a kiss and headed out the door.
While jogging down the driveway I was envisioning seeing Martha with a
VPL showing off that distinctive diamond shape crotch.
My notes
are pretty slim for the races. I did have it down that CJ had won and we
finished seventh. The only other thing was that Freddie had a big
‘tailgate’ party after the races to celebrate his birthday. One thing I
clearly remember about his crew was they sure liked to party and would
go out of their way for an excuse to do so.
My notes tell me
Sunday wasn’t the most pleasant of days weather wise but there was plenty of wind.
Elle made the effort to compete in the first race but didn’t feel
comfortable with so much wind so stayed ashore for the second. I also
sailed in the first race but was asked by Marty, the guy who’d joined
the club late in the season the year before, to crew for him. His wife
was his usual crew but, like Elle, felt there was too much wind for her.
Marty was a sailmaker by trade but a wooden boat restorer by hobby. His
boat (a Comet class boat like my first one) had been one I’d learned on
when taking lessons when a boy. Marty had ‘rescued’ it from the marshes
of a creek near where he used to live and brought it ‘back to life’.
He’d raced it a couple of times the previous Summer but the company he
worked for wanted him racing a bigger boat and one that would compete
with boats from all over the area as they wanted the name of the sail
company to be seen by a wider number of sailors. So, in effect, this was a
day off for him. He hailed me at the end of my race and asked if I’d
crew for him in his second race. When I said I would his wife jumped
overboard and swam to my Sunfish and I did the same swimming over to his
boat. Once on board I turned to look at his wife sailing off towards
shore. I’m laughing while I write this because, in her efforts to get
aboard my boat her shorts had inadvertently slipped down a ways and
she hadn’t gotten them all the way up to her waist. What I saw, sailing
away, was a pair of light colored panties only partially covered by a
pair of red shorts. It was a nice diversion but I had to get to work
doing my crewing job.
To be continued…
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