MORE SUMMER... Ups and downs (Part 46e)
On the way to my boat I had to go past Lola’s boat. There were a couple of guys working on it. Hers had been one of the boats that had a breakdown in the second race. She was just standing there, basking in the fact that she had some good looking guys working on her boat. I liked her outfit though... white shorts and a tight, revealing, sleeveless blouse.
Rick got a ride from the twins house and couldn’t wait to tell me about the party he’d attended. The twins had taken him to one hosted by an officer of the yacht club and it had all kinds of food, liquor and music. I asked him how he was able to stay awake after what we’d gone through and he just smiled. Because the winds were light I didn’t have high expectations for how we’d do in the morning race. But my knowledge of the tides more than made up for our extra weight. We actually finished 5th, our best finish so far. When we came ashore for lunch someone told me that unofficially we’d moved up to 6th overall. My club mate had actually won the race and was now, supposedly, in 3rd place. The twins were beside themselves with joy. The father of one of the local sailors had some sort of connection with the New York Times and he called the paper to let them know that two ”locals“ were doing so well. He was told that they would send a reporter out so that was the "talk" of the lunch break.
As I’ve mentioned, the prevailing southerly wind usually came up in the afternoon and could be counted on to blow from 10 to 12 mph. As we set out from shore for the next race I was really excited even though there was no sign of any more wind. We sailed the first two legs with about the same wind we had in the morning race. The difference was that we were about in the middle of the fleet. On the third leg the wind died completely. We were now drifting with the tide. This had happened a couple of times in years past and I was trying to think of just what I did back then. It would be too complicated to explain but suffice it to say that I took what is called a ”flyer“ in sailing terms. I sailed the boat away from the direction that almost all the other boats were heading. There was a small sandbar that diverted the tide and I wanted to take advantage of it. With little to no wind it was agonizingly slow going. It was the tide moving us rather than the wind. After awhile I looked behind me and saw others starting to follow. But I’d been the first to do it so had them all covered. The race committee ended up shortening the course and we ended up with another good finish. Chip and his sister came in right behind me and that made me feel good. I couldn’t wait to get to shore to find out where we stood overall.
The twins were waiting for us. I don’t remember which one it was but she waded right out into the water to grab hold of my boat. Rick jumped overboard in a cannonball position and I followed. The twin that hadn’t come out into the water was standing on the beach and Rick ran out of the water and grabbed her, throwing her in. We were all giddy with happiness. It was obvious that the girls didn’t care about being wet. Their blouses didn’t reveal much but when we finally took the boat out of the water I got a good VPL from one of them. In all the years I’d sailed and in spite of all the races I’d won, doing well against the tops in the country was the best feeling I’d ever had. Because there were so many boats still out on the racecourse there was no way to find out our overall position. Someone came by saying he thought that my club mate was now in first place. The boat that we thought had been first was still out there and there were now over 20 boats that had finished. I couldn’t wait to know.
Officially, we were fourth. It was mind boggling to be ahead of so many really good sailors. As I remember it there were five former champions in the fleet. My club mate was, indeed, in first place. The rumor about a Times reporter coming out to get a story was true and although I wasn’t his primary interest, I did get interviewed. It was just a great day.
I’d told the twins that I would be joining Rick (and a few others) at the loft over their garage and when I did I got a hug (wet) from one of them. I’d brought dry clothes and was set for the night and for the last day of racing. Rick was a bit ”scruffy“ but he didn’t seem to care. The party that night was at the house (estate) of another yacht club officer. I knew, and had raced against, his son so I felt fairly comfortable in those surroundings. The twins weren’t there which, in a way, was a downer. But Lola was. She was definitely the center of attraction for both older and younger men. Rick tried to make a play for her and she brushed him off. I was smiling when she did. There’s no doubt that I would’ve liked to have seen her in just her underwear but she wasn’t my type, personality wise. The twins, in spite of the obvious riches her family had, were anything but spoiled. Seeing Lola doing her ”act“ reinforced that fact for me. I remember wishing that they were there.
In spite of Rick’s love for a good party it was he who suggested that we leave at a reasonable hour and get a decent night’s sleep. We had good intentions but as the other ”squatters“ (what the twins called those of us staying in the loft) arrived at various times, noisily, we were awakened. It turned out to be a long, long night for both of us.
To be continued...
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
MORE SUMMER... Ups and downs (Part 46d)
I picked Rick up at 6am. He’d gotten to his parents home around midnight and was definitely tired. The weather report was for 15 to 18 mph winds which meant we, with our extra 30 pounds, would have a bit of an advantage. I thought of poor Chip, sailing with his little sister and who would probably be sailing 20 pounds light and totally unfamiliar with tidal waters. We arrived before 8am, the time boat and sail inspections were to begin. I thought I’d be near the front of the line but found myself in the middle. I wondered just what time some of these people got up. The boat in front of me was skippered by a girl who had raced in my first championships. I really didn’t know her but I remembered her boat name... ”Party Party“. Rick ended up talking with her and found out that she attended the same college as my 2nd cousin. When he told me I went up to her to ask if she knew her. I quickly checked her out and was impressed with her looks and especially how she filled out her blouse. I found her name was Lola (really) and she actually did know my cousin and told me a story about her that confirmed it. I told her I’d look her up later after the boats were weighed and measured.
The yacht club provided a box lunch for the competitors prior to the first race. There were two races, back to back, that afternoon and everybody was bemoaning the strong winds we would race in. I made a point of finding Chip to give him encouragement. The look on his sister’s face told a story though. She was scared to death. Even though the wind was blowing somewhat off the shore we could still see whitecaps (waves with the tops breaking off). My next stop was to find Lola just to see what she was wearing to race in. I couldn’t tell as she had baggy shorts and a rain slicker on. Common sense would say it was probably a bathing suit. I figured that I'd check again after the races. When lunch was over we launched the boats and were off to the races.
It didn’t take long for the fleet to break into two parts. The lead pack was the one who could handle the windy conditions, us included. The other half was obviously struggling. Most of the 42 boats finished but as soon as some of them crossed the finish line they headed for shore. We’d done relatively well but were really hurting physically. Not sailing for a month showed. But we were psyched to get on with the next race. During the second race there were a number of boats who dropped out because of equipment breakdowns and a few more who just gave up. We did well, again, and when we got to shore found we were in 8th place and that our club mate was in 4th. Almost everybody was exhausted, just flopping down by their boats after getting them out of the water. I thought about looking for Lola but was too tired. It didn’t take long for the twins to find us. They were more excited about our success than we were. Of course they hadn’t just spent about 5 hours battling the waves and strong, gusty winds. Rick was complaining about having to drive the one and a half hours to get back home. One of the twins piped up that he/we could stay in the loft over their garage. I hadn’t given any thought at all about staying near the yacht club. In all the other years that I’d raced there I always went back home. But as tired as I was I wished I had. Rick had brought dry clothes for the trip home in anticipation of it being a wet day sailing. He immediately piped up that he’d love to stay over. The way he looked at it was that he’d get an extra hour and a half to party that night and an extra hour and a half to sleep in the morning. But I’d already told Elle I’d be back so, after loading all the gear up I headed home, alone.
I really struggled on the drive home. The setting sun was in my eyes for a whole hour. They were already bloodshot and irritated from all the salt spray I’d raced in all afternoon. By the time I pulled into my driveway all I wanted was a nice shower and to lay down. Because of the engagement announcement Elle was uncomfortable about coming over to my house so, after showering and eating, I went over to hers. Her parents were watching TV and that was the last thing I wanted to do so we went out to her back yard. I lay down in the lawn chaise and promptly fell asleep. Elle woke me up around the time her parents went to bed but I just wasn’t up for any romance. My body just craved rest. Before I left I told her that I’d probably stay over the next night. Because I was within the range of getting a trophy (top seven) I told her that I’d bought her a ticket for the awards banquet. That made her happy.
My father had a hard time getting me up. I don’t think my whole body had ever hurt more. But the thought of just how close I was to getting a trophy got me going. When I got to the yacht club I found everybody in pretty much the same condition. I looked up Chip and found that he was one of those who had given up after the first race. While I was talking to him his sister told him that if the wind made any waves at all she wasn’t going to sail. Typical thinking for a lake sailor. The morning winds were normally light and from the North at about 2 to 5 mph. I told Chip that it should be OK. Since we were going to have a lunch break after the first race, he could decide about the second race then. I told him the conditions should pretty much match those of lake sailing only with a tidal factor added. Because he seemed to be a nice guy I also told him where he should and shouldn’t go to take advantage of the tides during the race so that he could, hopefully, be competitive. His sister still looked scared.
To be continued...
I picked Rick up at 6am. He’d gotten to his parents home around midnight and was definitely tired. The weather report was for 15 to 18 mph winds which meant we, with our extra 30 pounds, would have a bit of an advantage. I thought of poor Chip, sailing with his little sister and who would probably be sailing 20 pounds light and totally unfamiliar with tidal waters. We arrived before 8am, the time boat and sail inspections were to begin. I thought I’d be near the front of the line but found myself in the middle. I wondered just what time some of these people got up. The boat in front of me was skippered by a girl who had raced in my first championships. I really didn’t know her but I remembered her boat name... ”Party Party“. Rick ended up talking with her and found out that she attended the same college as my 2nd cousin. When he told me I went up to her to ask if she knew her. I quickly checked her out and was impressed with her looks and especially how she filled out her blouse. I found her name was Lola (really) and she actually did know my cousin and told me a story about her that confirmed it. I told her I’d look her up later after the boats were weighed and measured.
The yacht club provided a box lunch for the competitors prior to the first race. There were two races, back to back, that afternoon and everybody was bemoaning the strong winds we would race in. I made a point of finding Chip to give him encouragement. The look on his sister’s face told a story though. She was scared to death. Even though the wind was blowing somewhat off the shore we could still see whitecaps (waves with the tops breaking off). My next stop was to find Lola just to see what she was wearing to race in. I couldn’t tell as she had baggy shorts and a rain slicker on. Common sense would say it was probably a bathing suit. I figured that I'd check again after the races. When lunch was over we launched the boats and were off to the races.
It didn’t take long for the fleet to break into two parts. The lead pack was the one who could handle the windy conditions, us included. The other half was obviously struggling. Most of the 42 boats finished but as soon as some of them crossed the finish line they headed for shore. We’d done relatively well but were really hurting physically. Not sailing for a month showed. But we were psyched to get on with the next race. During the second race there were a number of boats who dropped out because of equipment breakdowns and a few more who just gave up. We did well, again, and when we got to shore found we were in 8th place and that our club mate was in 4th. Almost everybody was exhausted, just flopping down by their boats after getting them out of the water. I thought about looking for Lola but was too tired. It didn’t take long for the twins to find us. They were more excited about our success than we were. Of course they hadn’t just spent about 5 hours battling the waves and strong, gusty winds. Rick was complaining about having to drive the one and a half hours to get back home. One of the twins piped up that he/we could stay in the loft over their garage. I hadn’t given any thought at all about staying near the yacht club. In all the other years that I’d raced there I always went back home. But as tired as I was I wished I had. Rick had brought dry clothes for the trip home in anticipation of it being a wet day sailing. He immediately piped up that he’d love to stay over. The way he looked at it was that he’d get an extra hour and a half to party that night and an extra hour and a half to sleep in the morning. But I’d already told Elle I’d be back so, after loading all the gear up I headed home, alone.
I really struggled on the drive home. The setting sun was in my eyes for a whole hour. They were already bloodshot and irritated from all the salt spray I’d raced in all afternoon. By the time I pulled into my driveway all I wanted was a nice shower and to lay down. Because of the engagement announcement Elle was uncomfortable about coming over to my house so, after showering and eating, I went over to hers. Her parents were watching TV and that was the last thing I wanted to do so we went out to her back yard. I lay down in the lawn chaise and promptly fell asleep. Elle woke me up around the time her parents went to bed but I just wasn’t up for any romance. My body just craved rest. Before I left I told her that I’d probably stay over the next night. Because I was within the range of getting a trophy (top seven) I told her that I’d bought her a ticket for the awards banquet. That made her happy.
My father had a hard time getting me up. I don’t think my whole body had ever hurt more. But the thought of just how close I was to getting a trophy got me going. When I got to the yacht club I found everybody in pretty much the same condition. I looked up Chip and found that he was one of those who had given up after the first race. While I was talking to him his sister told him that if the wind made any waves at all she wasn’t going to sail. Typical thinking for a lake sailor. The morning winds were normally light and from the North at about 2 to 5 mph. I told Chip that it should be OK. Since we were going to have a lunch break after the first race, he could decide about the second race then. I told him the conditions should pretty much match those of lake sailing only with a tidal factor added. Because he seemed to be a nice guy I also told him where he should and shouldn’t go to take advantage of the tides during the race so that he could, hopefully, be competitive. His sister still looked scared.
To be continued...
Saturday, July 25, 2009
MORE SUMMER... Ups and downs (Part 46c)
We hadn’t eaten anything and it was now past 7pm. She had come over to invite us to join with the local club members who had volunteered to work at the Championships for a bite to eat. I had only snacked on the way home from the track and was truly famished. I looked at Elle and she was shaking her head “no”. I think it was Penny who saw her and she asked why. I know Elle wanted to “kill” me when I said that she’d had an “accident”. Almost without batting an eye Penny said she had some spare clothes. Elle still seemed reluctant but Penny told her to just go wade out into the water and pointed to some others who were doing somewhat the same. I encouraged Elle and helped her off the boat. It was only about 10 feet to the water. I walked out to my knees (I still had on my jeans) and Elle walked out a little further and did a quick squat. Penny stood there watching us and when we came out of the water she walked us back to the clubhouse. She took Elle into the ladies locker room and about 10 minutes later they reappeared. Elle was now wearing a pair of cuffed red shorts. I’d seen them on Penny (or Pam) before. My first thought was what was under them. I couldn’t wait until later to find out.
We were made welcome just as if we were actual members of the yacht club. I recognized a lot of the kids as they were fellow competitors in our area regattas. I also recognized some of the adults as parents of these same kids and some of the others as flag officers of the club. We ended up spending more time there than I’d wanted to. When we finally made our way back to the car I heard someone call my name. It was the Chip, the kid from up by the track where I worked. I really wanted to leave so I could spend some time with Elle but headed in his direction. He introduced us to his sister who was going to crew for him. As we pushed his boat to it’s launching space he let me know that his sister wasn’t his first choice for a crew. His regular crew was a football player going to college in North Carolina and was there early for practice. I looked at him and then at his sister and shook my head. If the normal prevailing winds came in they were going to be overpowered from being too light. Even though it was getting dark by then I did notice that the girl did fill out her shorts quite nicely.
If I had even a clue to someplace where Elle and I could’ve gone to park locally I would’ve done it. But I also didn’t want to take a chance of wasting time or getting lost so we headed for home. The abandoned garage near home seemed to be the logical place. On the way Elle had let me know she was going to have to go before we got there. I told her to grab a towel from under the seat and go but, because they weren’t her clothes, she wouldn’t. I then told her to slide the shorts and panties down and go. She wouldn’t do that but I watched her pull the shorts down and take them off. I really wanted to know what kind of panties Penny had given her to wear. I could see they were white from the light of the radio. I then put my hand on her stomach and rubbed lightly and could feel that they were nylon. I was hoping that she could hold on until we got to our spot but as soon as we turned onto our road I saw her stuff the towel under her. I tried to get my hand onto her crotch but she pushed it away. I remember thinking “what a waste of pee”.
Once parked I got my chance. She lay over my lap and my hand slipped easily into place. It felt so good to rub the smooth fabric. But I was surprised at how wide the crotch felt. Elle had more than that on her mind. She lifted her top leg and then proceed to put her own hand in her crotch to pull the material away. I liked her thinking! If I were to guess I would say it took less than three minutes before she was sitting up and undoing my pants. It took more time for me to put a rubber on than it did to get my pants and underpants off. She was straddling me and had my penis right in her “canal”, riding up and down. Although the rubber somewhat dulled the sensation for me I was worried that I would come before she was ready for me. I didn’t but I didn’t last all that long when we finally “connected“. I remember Elle being especially satisfied. It might’ve been her first real orgasm.
It was only a short ride to our homes. Elle, reluctantly, put the red shorts back on to get into her house. I still wanted to find out who made the panties she was wearing. As we kissed goodnight I did put my fingers up under the cuff of the shorts and onto her crotch. I pretty much figured she’d just back away but she didn’t. Almost before I knew it she was peeing. I pulled her in tight to me and kept my fingers moving as her warm pee flooded over them. I was truly surprised. As I walked home I couldn’t help thinking that Elle’s thinking was definitely changing.
To be continued...
We hadn’t eaten anything and it was now past 7pm. She had come over to invite us to join with the local club members who had volunteered to work at the Championships for a bite to eat. I had only snacked on the way home from the track and was truly famished. I looked at Elle and she was shaking her head “no”. I think it was Penny who saw her and she asked why. I know Elle wanted to “kill” me when I said that she’d had an “accident”. Almost without batting an eye Penny said she had some spare clothes. Elle still seemed reluctant but Penny told her to just go wade out into the water and pointed to some others who were doing somewhat the same. I encouraged Elle and helped her off the boat. It was only about 10 feet to the water. I walked out to my knees (I still had on my jeans) and Elle walked out a little further and did a quick squat. Penny stood there watching us and when we came out of the water she walked us back to the clubhouse. She took Elle into the ladies locker room and about 10 minutes later they reappeared. Elle was now wearing a pair of cuffed red shorts. I’d seen them on Penny (or Pam) before. My first thought was what was under them. I couldn’t wait until later to find out.
We were made welcome just as if we were actual members of the yacht club. I recognized a lot of the kids as they were fellow competitors in our area regattas. I also recognized some of the adults as parents of these same kids and some of the others as flag officers of the club. We ended up spending more time there than I’d wanted to. When we finally made our way back to the car I heard someone call my name. It was the Chip, the kid from up by the track where I worked. I really wanted to leave so I could spend some time with Elle but headed in his direction. He introduced us to his sister who was going to crew for him. As we pushed his boat to it’s launching space he let me know that his sister wasn’t his first choice for a crew. His regular crew was a football player going to college in North Carolina and was there early for practice. I looked at him and then at his sister and shook my head. If the normal prevailing winds came in they were going to be overpowered from being too light. Even though it was getting dark by then I did notice that the girl did fill out her shorts quite nicely.
If I had even a clue to someplace where Elle and I could’ve gone to park locally I would’ve done it. But I also didn’t want to take a chance of wasting time or getting lost so we headed for home. The abandoned garage near home seemed to be the logical place. On the way Elle had let me know she was going to have to go before we got there. I told her to grab a towel from under the seat and go but, because they weren’t her clothes, she wouldn’t. I then told her to slide the shorts and panties down and go. She wouldn’t do that but I watched her pull the shorts down and take them off. I really wanted to know what kind of panties Penny had given her to wear. I could see they were white from the light of the radio. I then put my hand on her stomach and rubbed lightly and could feel that they were nylon. I was hoping that she could hold on until we got to our spot but as soon as we turned onto our road I saw her stuff the towel under her. I tried to get my hand onto her crotch but she pushed it away. I remember thinking “what a waste of pee”.
Once parked I got my chance. She lay over my lap and my hand slipped easily into place. It felt so good to rub the smooth fabric. But I was surprised at how wide the crotch felt. Elle had more than that on her mind. She lifted her top leg and then proceed to put her own hand in her crotch to pull the material away. I liked her thinking! If I were to guess I would say it took less than three minutes before she was sitting up and undoing my pants. It took more time for me to put a rubber on than it did to get my pants and underpants off. She was straddling me and had my penis right in her “canal”, riding up and down. Although the rubber somewhat dulled the sensation for me I was worried that I would come before she was ready for me. I didn’t but I didn’t last all that long when we finally “connected“. I remember Elle being especially satisfied. It might’ve been her first real orgasm.
It was only a short ride to our homes. Elle, reluctantly, put the red shorts back on to get into her house. I still wanted to find out who made the panties she was wearing. As we kissed goodnight I did put my fingers up under the cuff of the shorts and onto her crotch. I pretty much figured she’d just back away but she didn’t. Almost before I knew it she was peeing. I pulled her in tight to me and kept my fingers moving as her warm pee flooded over them. I was truly surprised. As I walked home I couldn’t help thinking that Elle’s thinking was definitely changing.
To be continued...
Thursday, July 23, 2009
MORE SUMMER... Ups and downs (Part 46b)
I got back into my routine where I’d go up into the clubhouse and visit with my old friends, Mr and Mrs B, and have a dessert with them. On one of the first nights they introduced me to an owner and his wife who lived not to far from my college. Making small talk, I mentioned that I’d been away at Summer school. They thought it ironic as their son had done the same thing. As we continued talking it came to light that he raced small sailboats like me. Then, the unbelievable happened. Their son raced the same class of sailboat that I did AND... he had qualified for the Championships just as I had. Since they were to be held fairly near to my home I asked if he was going to compete and they said he was.
We set it up so that I could meet him that following Sunday. He, like me, was back to working but was home to attend the wedding of a family friend. It was all very enlightening. I’d been in the area for two Summers and didn’t even know that they raced the same kind of boats only 20 miles away. I was a bit disappointed that I didn’t know as I could’ve spent some Sundays racing. Chip was the same age as me and had been racing for about 3 years. Qualifying was the highlight of his sailing career. I told him all about the area he’d be sailing in and, because he’d only done lake sailing, he seemed a bit overwhelmed. He then started trying to persuade me to go home and compete as well. I told him there was just no way it was possible.
That night I remember wishing that I hadn’t met him. I just couldn’t get the thought of racing in the Championships out of my mind. I’d always done very well in the area where they were to be held. On top of that it was no more than an hour and a half away from home. I didn’t sleep well at all.
When I returned I’d arranged with AJ to get a few days off to go home when it was time to go back to college to get my things and to bring Elle back to her school. Registration for both of us was the day after Labor day. As it so happened, the Championships were to be the same weekend... Friday, Saturday and Sunday. I found myself using my waking hours trying to find a way to be able to compete.(1) I didn’t have much time because if I were to race I had to get my registration in by the end of that week. The only choice was to ask AJ for the time off.
To say I was nervous when I approached him is to put it mildly. Initially, his look told me he didn’t approve. But, I pulled an idea out of my a__ and told him that I’d use the time at home to try and mend the rift with my grandparents. He thought that was a good idea and reluctantly said it was OK.
The only memorable thing I can remember over those last weeks before going home was that I won the biggest bet of my life. A trainer friend asked if one of AJ’s horses had warmed up well and I said that it had. He told me that one of his horses was the best it had ever been. We decided to bet them in the Daily Double (you have to pick the winner of both the first and second races to win) and they both won. I collected over $100 for just a $2 bet. It was a perfect way to head for home.
I left at dawn the Thursday before the Championships getting home around 2pm. My father was really upset with me telling me that I had my priorities all messed up. He was more upset with my coming home to race than he was about the engagement announcement. Even though the races didn’t start until Friday I wanted to get the boat over to the site early so I’d have a good launching spot. I’d asked Elle to make sure she had both the afternoon and evening off from work so she could help me. Rick, my crew wasn’t flying in until late that night and I wanted to have the boat ready to go on race day. She was waiting for me and at least she was happy to see me. We collected all the stuff I needed and headed out late in the afternoon. It was normally about an hour and a half trip but we were leaving around the time that most working people got off. It was after 6pm when we fianlly arrived. I was pleased to see that the “greeter” was Peter, a fellow competitor who was a member of the host club. Peter took good care of me giving one of the most convenient spots. He even helped Elle and I push the trailer through the sand to out location. Just as he finished more boats arrived. I thanked him and looked over at Elle who was doubled over by the back of the boat. In pushing the trailer through the sand she “leaked” and knew it was only a matter of seconds before the “flood”. I’ll admit that knowing this caused the start of a bulge.
There was no way she could make it to the clubhouse in time. Although our spot was good for launching it was definitely a detriment as far as access to the building. There were probably a dozen other boats with more than that number of people milling about. Elle gave me a hang dog look and then just squatted down. I watched as I saw her pee pooling into the sand and then disappearing as my bulge grew bigger. She stayed in the squatting position for quite a while, finally standing and asking how bad the seat of her shorts looked. They were a light blue but where the pee had worked its way through they were much darker. It was probably 300 feet to where the car was parked and there were more and more people arriving with their boats so getting there without being seen wasn’t really possible. I suggested that Elle sit up on the deck while I finished up and that would hide her wet bottom. I proceeded to set the mast and the rest of the gear by myself. I was almost done when one of the twins appeared.
To be continued...
I got back into my routine where I’d go up into the clubhouse and visit with my old friends, Mr and Mrs B, and have a dessert with them. On one of the first nights they introduced me to an owner and his wife who lived not to far from my college. Making small talk, I mentioned that I’d been away at Summer school. They thought it ironic as their son had done the same thing. As we continued talking it came to light that he raced small sailboats like me. Then, the unbelievable happened. Their son raced the same class of sailboat that I did AND... he had qualified for the Championships just as I had. Since they were to be held fairly near to my home I asked if he was going to compete and they said he was.
We set it up so that I could meet him that following Sunday. He, like me, was back to working but was home to attend the wedding of a family friend. It was all very enlightening. I’d been in the area for two Summers and didn’t even know that they raced the same kind of boats only 20 miles away. I was a bit disappointed that I didn’t know as I could’ve spent some Sundays racing. Chip was the same age as me and had been racing for about 3 years. Qualifying was the highlight of his sailing career. I told him all about the area he’d be sailing in and, because he’d only done lake sailing, he seemed a bit overwhelmed. He then started trying to persuade me to go home and compete as well. I told him there was just no way it was possible.
That night I remember wishing that I hadn’t met him. I just couldn’t get the thought of racing in the Championships out of my mind. I’d always done very well in the area where they were to be held. On top of that it was no more than an hour and a half away from home. I didn’t sleep well at all.
When I returned I’d arranged with AJ to get a few days off to go home when it was time to go back to college to get my things and to bring Elle back to her school. Registration for both of us was the day after Labor day. As it so happened, the Championships were to be the same weekend... Friday, Saturday and Sunday. I found myself using my waking hours trying to find a way to be able to compete.(1) I didn’t have much time because if I were to race I had to get my registration in by the end of that week. The only choice was to ask AJ for the time off.
To say I was nervous when I approached him is to put it mildly. Initially, his look told me he didn’t approve. But, I pulled an idea out of my a__ and told him that I’d use the time at home to try and mend the rift with my grandparents. He thought that was a good idea and reluctantly said it was OK.
The only memorable thing I can remember over those last weeks before going home was that I won the biggest bet of my life. A trainer friend asked if one of AJ’s horses had warmed up well and I said that it had. He told me that one of his horses was the best it had ever been. We decided to bet them in the Daily Double (you have to pick the winner of both the first and second races to win) and they both won. I collected over $100 for just a $2 bet. It was a perfect way to head for home.
I left at dawn the Thursday before the Championships getting home around 2pm. My father was really upset with me telling me that I had my priorities all messed up. He was more upset with my coming home to race than he was about the engagement announcement. Even though the races didn’t start until Friday I wanted to get the boat over to the site early so I’d have a good launching spot. I’d asked Elle to make sure she had both the afternoon and evening off from work so she could help me. Rick, my crew wasn’t flying in until late that night and I wanted to have the boat ready to go on race day. She was waiting for me and at least she was happy to see me. We collected all the stuff I needed and headed out late in the afternoon. It was normally about an hour and a half trip but we were leaving around the time that most working people got off. It was after 6pm when we fianlly arrived. I was pleased to see that the “greeter” was Peter, a fellow competitor who was a member of the host club. Peter took good care of me giving one of the most convenient spots. He even helped Elle and I push the trailer through the sand to out location. Just as he finished more boats arrived. I thanked him and looked over at Elle who was doubled over by the back of the boat. In pushing the trailer through the sand she “leaked” and knew it was only a matter of seconds before the “flood”. I’ll admit that knowing this caused the start of a bulge.
There was no way she could make it to the clubhouse in time. Although our spot was good for launching it was definitely a detriment as far as access to the building. There were probably a dozen other boats with more than that number of people milling about. Elle gave me a hang dog look and then just squatted down. I watched as I saw her pee pooling into the sand and then disappearing as my bulge grew bigger. She stayed in the squatting position for quite a while, finally standing and asking how bad the seat of her shorts looked. They were a light blue but where the pee had worked its way through they were much darker. It was probably 300 feet to where the car was parked and there were more and more people arriving with their boats so getting there without being seen wasn’t really possible. I suggested that Elle sit up on the deck while I finished up and that would hide her wet bottom. I proceeded to set the mast and the rest of the gear by myself. I was almost done when one of the twins appeared.
To be continued...
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
MORE SUMMER... Ups and downs (Part 46a)
I woke my father up while taking a shower. He commended me again for using good judgment by not driving when overtired. (I never told him the truth about that evening though) My mother had packed up all my “horse clothes” and they were waiting by the door. I loaded them into my car and then ate some breakfast while waiting for the shade in Elle’s bedroom window to go up. It was actually before 8am, her usual time, and I rushed right over. She looked 100% better than the last time I’d seen her but she still had dark circles under her eyes. She seemed very quiet and I couldn’t tell if she was glad to see me or not. Her mother was getting ready to go to work so we just sat on the sofa and didn’t really say much. I wanted so much to just grab her and kiss her but I knew she’d rebuff me what with her mother flitting about.
As soon as I saw her mother’s car pulling into the road I moved over and hugged her tightly. She didn’t fight me but I could feel her rigidity. I asked what was wrong and she wasted no time in telling me. Her mother was sending our engagement announcement to the papers that week. I wasn’t happy but Elle explained that she’d finally convinced her mother to hold off at least until I went back to work. I knew I’d escape facing the “wrath” of my mother and the hurt of my grandparents by being back to work. I also knew it had to happen sometime.
But that wasn’t what was really on her mind. Her period was late. My mind went into reverse trying to remember when we’d made love without a condom. I just couldn’t pinpoint it and had to accept what she was telling me. It’s amazing how fast our minds can work when under extreme pressure. My first thought was of the money her father had offered if we were to elope. There was no doubt in my mind that I was willing to marry her as soon as we could. In fact, I remember taking her in my arms and telling her not to worry. But, they were only words and I was about to leave. I now know she was feeling somewhat abandoned. She was worried about a lot of things and had no one to share her worries with. But, regardless of that I knew I had to get back to work. It was imperative that I had to make some money and that was the way I wanted to do it. There were no answers for her right then and I had to get on the road if I was to make it to the track by 6pm. I also had to stop and see my grandparents. It was not a good “good bye”.
My grandfather pressed two twenty dollar bills into my hand as I was leaving his house. I felt guilty taking it knowing how upset he’d be when he saw the announcement in the local paper on Thursday but I did take it. Added to the $20 my father gave me I had enough money to make it through the week. On the trip back I had plenty of time to come up with a strategy for what I/we would do if Elle was really pregnant. I knew there were loans available at college for married students and pretty much focused on that. I just had this feeling that I’d find a way to make it work for both of us.
I got to the track in time to warm some horses up and it felt good as it got my mind off Elle for a while. With the next day being Sunday I got all caught up with what was happening at the stable and AJ went over what my responsibilities were to be. Work, during the week, was somewhat hard as I’d gotten “soft” over the previous six weeks. My days and nights were filled but I managed to find time to call Elle a few times. It was at the end of the week when she told me her period had finally come. She had to go to her doctor for her required check up for college and he told her the reason for the lateness was probably as a result of her being so sick. Believe it or not, I was just a bit disappointed. She reported that the “fallout” from the engagement announcement seemed to be mild. I was still afraid to call home though.
That Sunday evening when AJ came to check on the horses he asked me to get in his car. I couldn’t imagine why. In all the time I’d worked for him we’d never really “talked” or socialized. He ended up driving to his rented house. It had a nice back yard with lawn furniture and when we sat down Mrs AJ brought out a pitcher of iced tea. I was really puzzled. After a little small talk she went back into the house leaving AJ and I alone. I could see he was uncomfortable and my first thought was that he was going to tell me I was through. That wasn’t it. It was that when AJ made his weekly call to my grandfather (he called all his absentee owners every Sunday), my grandfather had told him that he was very upset with me but wouldn’t tell him why. AJ was concerned that it (the situation) would somehow affect he and my grandfather’s relationship and might cause him to lose those horses.
To allay his fears I explained that Elle and I were engaged. I went on and told him about Elle’s parents relationship to my grandparents and the fact that my grandmother was a great believer in the caste system. In her eyes Elle wasn’t worthy of marrying me. I remember him just sitting, listening. When I finished he started talking. I don’t remember the exact words but, in essence, he understood my situation. He told me he was born in Canada and his family had moved to the States when he was eight years old. At that time, Americans looked down on Canadians, calling them “dumb Canucks”. Just because of where he was born some families wouldn’t let their kids play with him. So, in a matter of a few minutes I had AJ on my side... but he was still wary of just what my grandfather might say and/or do as far as his horses were concerned.
To be continued...
I woke my father up while taking a shower. He commended me again for using good judgment by not driving when overtired. (I never told him the truth about that evening though) My mother had packed up all my “horse clothes” and they were waiting by the door. I loaded them into my car and then ate some breakfast while waiting for the shade in Elle’s bedroom window to go up. It was actually before 8am, her usual time, and I rushed right over. She looked 100% better than the last time I’d seen her but she still had dark circles under her eyes. She seemed very quiet and I couldn’t tell if she was glad to see me or not. Her mother was getting ready to go to work so we just sat on the sofa and didn’t really say much. I wanted so much to just grab her and kiss her but I knew she’d rebuff me what with her mother flitting about.
As soon as I saw her mother’s car pulling into the road I moved over and hugged her tightly. She didn’t fight me but I could feel her rigidity. I asked what was wrong and she wasted no time in telling me. Her mother was sending our engagement announcement to the papers that week. I wasn’t happy but Elle explained that she’d finally convinced her mother to hold off at least until I went back to work. I knew I’d escape facing the “wrath” of my mother and the hurt of my grandparents by being back to work. I also knew it had to happen sometime.
But that wasn’t what was really on her mind. Her period was late. My mind went into reverse trying to remember when we’d made love without a condom. I just couldn’t pinpoint it and had to accept what she was telling me. It’s amazing how fast our minds can work when under extreme pressure. My first thought was of the money her father had offered if we were to elope. There was no doubt in my mind that I was willing to marry her as soon as we could. In fact, I remember taking her in my arms and telling her not to worry. But, they were only words and I was about to leave. I now know she was feeling somewhat abandoned. She was worried about a lot of things and had no one to share her worries with. But, regardless of that I knew I had to get back to work. It was imperative that I had to make some money and that was the way I wanted to do it. There were no answers for her right then and I had to get on the road if I was to make it to the track by 6pm. I also had to stop and see my grandparents. It was not a good “good bye”.
My grandfather pressed two twenty dollar bills into my hand as I was leaving his house. I felt guilty taking it knowing how upset he’d be when he saw the announcement in the local paper on Thursday but I did take it. Added to the $20 my father gave me I had enough money to make it through the week. On the trip back I had plenty of time to come up with a strategy for what I/we would do if Elle was really pregnant. I knew there were loans available at college for married students and pretty much focused on that. I just had this feeling that I’d find a way to make it work for both of us.
I got to the track in time to warm some horses up and it felt good as it got my mind off Elle for a while. With the next day being Sunday I got all caught up with what was happening at the stable and AJ went over what my responsibilities were to be. Work, during the week, was somewhat hard as I’d gotten “soft” over the previous six weeks. My days and nights were filled but I managed to find time to call Elle a few times. It was at the end of the week when she told me her period had finally come. She had to go to her doctor for her required check up for college and he told her the reason for the lateness was probably as a result of her being so sick. Believe it or not, I was just a bit disappointed. She reported that the “fallout” from the engagement announcement seemed to be mild. I was still afraid to call home though.
That Sunday evening when AJ came to check on the horses he asked me to get in his car. I couldn’t imagine why. In all the time I’d worked for him we’d never really “talked” or socialized. He ended up driving to his rented house. It had a nice back yard with lawn furniture and when we sat down Mrs AJ brought out a pitcher of iced tea. I was really puzzled. After a little small talk she went back into the house leaving AJ and I alone. I could see he was uncomfortable and my first thought was that he was going to tell me I was through. That wasn’t it. It was that when AJ made his weekly call to my grandfather (he called all his absentee owners every Sunday), my grandfather had told him that he was very upset with me but wouldn’t tell him why. AJ was concerned that it (the situation) would somehow affect he and my grandfather’s relationship and might cause him to lose those horses.
To allay his fears I explained that Elle and I were engaged. I went on and told him about Elle’s parents relationship to my grandparents and the fact that my grandmother was a great believer in the caste system. In her eyes Elle wasn’t worthy of marrying me. I remember him just sitting, listening. When I finished he started talking. I don’t remember the exact words but, in essence, he understood my situation. He told me he was born in Canada and his family had moved to the States when he was eight years old. At that time, Americans looked down on Canadians, calling them “dumb Canucks”. Just because of where he was born some families wouldn’t let their kids play with him. So, in a matter of a few minutes I had AJ on my side... but he was still wary of just what my grandfather might say and/or do as far as his horses were concerned.
To be continued...
Saturday, July 11, 2009
A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... some ripples (Part 45o)
A passing outboard woke me up and as I looked at Rose she had turned over and was on her back. This was an even better view. I’d never heard of a “camel toe” at that time in my life but that was what I saw. Instant hard on! Her panties were now dry but were sheer enough to see what I wanted to. I looked at my watch and it was after 5pm. I knew I wanted a shower to wash the salt off and we also had to eat and get to the theater by 8pm. I called to Rose and I fully expected her to get all modest on me but she didn’t. She just sat up and pulled her knees up to her chest without pulling the towel around her. We had left our clothes in the dingy and I went to get them with my towel around me. I don’t think she saw the reason but she did “zing” me about my modesty. I made it down into the dingy and pulled my pants on. My underpants, being cotton, hadn’t dried but at that point I didn’t care. I passed Rose’s clothes on up to her and then watched as she dressed herself. I couldn’t have dreamed up a better scenario than what I’d witnessed that afternoon.
Back at the house Rose said she would shower first while I dug through my clothes that were out in the car to find a decent pair of khaki’s and dry underpants. She told me to come on upstairs and to go in the room to the left of the bathroom. The bathroom was between that bedroom and Rose’s and the door was somewhat ajar and I could hear the shower. I went into the room and found a fresh towel on the bed. Then I walked out onto the balcony thinking of what an unbelievable afternoon it had been. In somewhat of a dreamworld I didn’t hear or see Rose walk in. She had a towel wrapped around her and was telling me the bathroom was free. She turned and walked out and I followed a few steps behind her. As I turned into the hall I saw her take the last steps into her room... bare bottomed. WHEW!
The bathroom was unlike any I’d ever seen before. It not only had a bathtub but also a separate shower. It had a very large pedestal sink and also a built in dressing table with a bench seat. The most important thing I saw though, was the pile of clothes on that bench seat. Obviously, they belonged to Rose. On top was her bra. As I’d mentioned, when I saw her sitting in her bra in the dingy I was impressed with the size of her breasts. I picked the bra up and saw the label read “Maidenform”. I had to smile because the father of my senior year roommate at boarding school was in charge of advertising for Maidenform. Our room had a couple of their promotional posters. (hidden, of course) The size of her bra was the same as Elle’s, 34 B. I was truly impressed as Rose was around 5 feet in height and barely weighed 100 pounds. Elle, on the other hand, was 5 feet 7 inches and about 140 pounds. But I really wanted to see the label in the panties. I knew I’d seen that distinctive waist elastic but I couldn’t place it. “Vanity Fair”... the same kind that the new neighbor at home wore. They were really well made. I made a mental note to see if I could find some, somewhere, for Elle.
By the time I was washed and dressed Rose was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. She was standing in the doorway of the front door with the sun shining in behind her. She was wearing a chiffon Summer dress and I swear she wasn’t wearing a slip. At least it didn’t look like it. She had made reservations at an Italian restaurant in the downtown area. It only took a few minutes to get there. It was obvious that Rose had been there many times before. It was also obvious that it was a "real“ Italian restaurant. The staff spoke mostly in Italian and I couldn’t understand most of the menu. Rose asked if she could order for me and, rather than embarrass myself asking a bunch of stupid questions, said yes. Of course she ordered wine. The lightheadedness of the afternoon had finally worn off and I really wasn’t up to it. But Rose was persuasive, saying that it would really enhance the meal.
She’d ordered veal parmesan with some sort of red wine. It was the first time I’d ever eaten veal and I really enjoyed it. Somehow, we managed to finish off the whole bottle of wine. For dessert she ordered up spumoni, another first. I really didn’t feel lightheaded but I knew that I’d been drinking as I walked out to the car. It was only 15 minutes to the theater and our seats were in the third row. I remember the first part of the play and little thereafter. I know I fell asleep a few times as Rose gave me some sharp pokes. By the time it was over it was after 11pm. I was very, very tired and Rose could see that. As we pulled into her driveway she started pleading with me to stay over. I really didn’t want to as I wanted to get home so I’d have some time with Elle before I left the next morning. But common sense told me I’d be stupid to try and make it.
I called home and told my father that I was too tired to drive home. He actually praised me for making a good decision. My plan had been to leave for the track around 10 am and I told him I was still shooting for that. When I got off the phone Rose was already upstairs. She called down to me telling me to use the room that I’d been in earlier the day. When I got to the top of the stairs the bathroom door was closed but the lights were on and the bed had been turned down for me. I turned out the lights and waited for the bathroom to be free. The french doors to the balcony were still open and I could see the lights from the harbor. When I heard the bathroom door open I started for the hall but before I made it there was Rose halfway into the room. I couldn’t really make out just what she was wearing but it wasn’t much. She said she was coming in to tell me to leave the balcony doors and the room door open so I’d have some breeze to keep cool. But she didn’t leave. She walked out onto the balcony. I didn’t know what to say or do. I stood there for a minute or so and then walked towards the balcony. Before I knew it Rose had thrown her arms around me. All I wanted to do was go to sleep. I really didn’t want this and I also didn’t want to hurt Rose’s feelings. I honestly don’t remember what I said to her at that point but I remember her asking/pleading for just one kiss. I also remember bending down to kiss her, on the lips, and I know I felt tears on her upper lip. It didn’t last all that long and then she said ”goodnight“ and walked out of the room.
That was the last time I ever saw her. I didn’t sleep very well at all and as soon as daylight started peeking through the balcony doors I was up and on the road. In some respects it was like an escape. I was actually home a little after 6am.
To be continued...
A passing outboard woke me up and as I looked at Rose she had turned over and was on her back. This was an even better view. I’d never heard of a “camel toe” at that time in my life but that was what I saw. Instant hard on! Her panties were now dry but were sheer enough to see what I wanted to. I looked at my watch and it was after 5pm. I knew I wanted a shower to wash the salt off and we also had to eat and get to the theater by 8pm. I called to Rose and I fully expected her to get all modest on me but she didn’t. She just sat up and pulled her knees up to her chest without pulling the towel around her. We had left our clothes in the dingy and I went to get them with my towel around me. I don’t think she saw the reason but she did “zing” me about my modesty. I made it down into the dingy and pulled my pants on. My underpants, being cotton, hadn’t dried but at that point I didn’t care. I passed Rose’s clothes on up to her and then watched as she dressed herself. I couldn’t have dreamed up a better scenario than what I’d witnessed that afternoon.
Back at the house Rose said she would shower first while I dug through my clothes that were out in the car to find a decent pair of khaki’s and dry underpants. She told me to come on upstairs and to go in the room to the left of the bathroom. The bathroom was between that bedroom and Rose’s and the door was somewhat ajar and I could hear the shower. I went into the room and found a fresh towel on the bed. Then I walked out onto the balcony thinking of what an unbelievable afternoon it had been. In somewhat of a dreamworld I didn’t hear or see Rose walk in. She had a towel wrapped around her and was telling me the bathroom was free. She turned and walked out and I followed a few steps behind her. As I turned into the hall I saw her take the last steps into her room... bare bottomed. WHEW!
The bathroom was unlike any I’d ever seen before. It not only had a bathtub but also a separate shower. It had a very large pedestal sink and also a built in dressing table with a bench seat. The most important thing I saw though, was the pile of clothes on that bench seat. Obviously, they belonged to Rose. On top was her bra. As I’d mentioned, when I saw her sitting in her bra in the dingy I was impressed with the size of her breasts. I picked the bra up and saw the label read “Maidenform”. I had to smile because the father of my senior year roommate at boarding school was in charge of advertising for Maidenform. Our room had a couple of their promotional posters. (hidden, of course) The size of her bra was the same as Elle’s, 34 B. I was truly impressed as Rose was around 5 feet in height and barely weighed 100 pounds. Elle, on the other hand, was 5 feet 7 inches and about 140 pounds. But I really wanted to see the label in the panties. I knew I’d seen that distinctive waist elastic but I couldn’t place it. “Vanity Fair”... the same kind that the new neighbor at home wore. They were really well made. I made a mental note to see if I could find some, somewhere, for Elle.
By the time I was washed and dressed Rose was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. She was standing in the doorway of the front door with the sun shining in behind her. She was wearing a chiffon Summer dress and I swear she wasn’t wearing a slip. At least it didn’t look like it. She had made reservations at an Italian restaurant in the downtown area. It only took a few minutes to get there. It was obvious that Rose had been there many times before. It was also obvious that it was a "real“ Italian restaurant. The staff spoke mostly in Italian and I couldn’t understand most of the menu. Rose asked if she could order for me and, rather than embarrass myself asking a bunch of stupid questions, said yes. Of course she ordered wine. The lightheadedness of the afternoon had finally worn off and I really wasn’t up to it. But Rose was persuasive, saying that it would really enhance the meal.
She’d ordered veal parmesan with some sort of red wine. It was the first time I’d ever eaten veal and I really enjoyed it. Somehow, we managed to finish off the whole bottle of wine. For dessert she ordered up spumoni, another first. I really didn’t feel lightheaded but I knew that I’d been drinking as I walked out to the car. It was only 15 minutes to the theater and our seats were in the third row. I remember the first part of the play and little thereafter. I know I fell asleep a few times as Rose gave me some sharp pokes. By the time it was over it was after 11pm. I was very, very tired and Rose could see that. As we pulled into her driveway she started pleading with me to stay over. I really didn’t want to as I wanted to get home so I’d have some time with Elle before I left the next morning. But common sense told me I’d be stupid to try and make it.
I called home and told my father that I was too tired to drive home. He actually praised me for making a good decision. My plan had been to leave for the track around 10 am and I told him I was still shooting for that. When I got off the phone Rose was already upstairs. She called down to me telling me to use the room that I’d been in earlier the day. When I got to the top of the stairs the bathroom door was closed but the lights were on and the bed had been turned down for me. I turned out the lights and waited for the bathroom to be free. The french doors to the balcony were still open and I could see the lights from the harbor. When I heard the bathroom door open I started for the hall but before I made it there was Rose halfway into the room. I couldn’t really make out just what she was wearing but it wasn’t much. She said she was coming in to tell me to leave the balcony doors and the room door open so I’d have some breeze to keep cool. But she didn’t leave. She walked out onto the balcony. I didn’t know what to say or do. I stood there for a minute or so and then walked towards the balcony. Before I knew it Rose had thrown her arms around me. All I wanted to do was go to sleep. I really didn’t want this and I also didn’t want to hurt Rose’s feelings. I honestly don’t remember what I said to her at that point but I remember her asking/pleading for just one kiss. I also remember bending down to kiss her, on the lips, and I know I felt tears on her upper lip. It didn’t last all that long and then she said ”goodnight“ and walked out of the room.
That was the last time I ever saw her. I didn’t sleep very well at all and as soon as daylight started peeking through the balcony doors I was up and on the road. In some respects it was like an escape. I was actually home a little after 6am.
To be continued...
Monday, July 06, 2009
A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... some ripples (Part 45n)
I was wearing the clothes I expected to wear to the theater so told her that I wasn’t interested. She persisted and when she said that we could do it in our underwear... that woke me up for sure. I really wasn’t to happy with the idea of getting undressed out in the open, on the deck, but Rose suggested we could do it from the dingy. I wasn’t so sure that was a good idea but at least we’d only be seen by people in the boat moored next to us if they were there, and looking. I took my shirt, shoes and socks off on the deck and climbed down into the dingy. Again, I had to hold it tight to the boat so Rose could sort of slide herself down and into it. Another great VPL. I was already a bit hard just from thinking about seeing her in her bra and panties and this sight made it worse. I took the seat at the stern and she sat in the middle, facing away from me. I heard her tell me to go first. I really didn’t have a choice. I slipped my khaki’s off and handed them to her and while she put them up in the bow I slipped over the transom and into the water. It really felt good and the coolness of it helped to ”deflate“ me. I was kind of bobbing in the water about 10 feet away as I watched Rose slip off her blouse. I couldn’t wait to see her panties as she slipped over the side. But she told me I couldn’t look. I told her I’d go underwater and she could do it then. I was hoping to time it so I was back up just as she hit the water. When I came up she was sitting on the rear seat with her legs over the transom. I couldn’t see her panties but I got a good look at her chest. For a girl her size it sure looked good. She motioned for me to go away or go back under water and that’s what I did. When I came up she was in the water and hanging off the transom. I swam up to her but didn’t touch her. I could see the white of her panties under the water and the ”hardness“ started all over again. She suggested that we swim around the boat. It looked huge from that view. There was a beautiful sailboat, about 30 feet in length, moored just a few boats away. Rose showed no interest in really swimming so I left her to go take a look at it. When I started back I saw her hanging on the side of the dingy. It was like she was in another world and not paying much attention to anything. I decided to surprise her and dove under the surface, swimming underwater right up to her. As I approached I could see the outline of her butt crack through her almost translucent panties. I popped to the surface right beside her, scaring her. To this day I don’t know why I didn’t grab her, at least around the waist, when I came up to her.
My guess is that we spent about 20 minutes in the water. Now the problem was to get back in the dingy without tipping it over. The easiest way was over the side but that was also the most dangerous. When Rose calmed down from the surprise of my sudden appearance I told her I would stabilize the dingy so she could pull herself up and in. In theory it was a good idea. It became readily apparent that she had little upper body strength as she couldn’t even pull herself up enough to get her waist up to the side. I convinced her that the best way was for me to try and boost her up at least far enough so that she could reach in the dingy and grab the seat so she could then pull herself all the way in. I remember putting my hands around her waist and feeling the soft material of her panties and realizing that I was ”growing“. That was the last thing I wanted her to know. I told her to pull herself up when I gave her the push upwards. When I did I ended up going underwater for a few seconds and when I came up I saw the most beautiful sight imaginable. She was half in and half out of the dingy with her legs flailing away as she tried pulling herself the rest of the way in. I thought her panties were translucent under water but this was unbelievable. Even with two layers of nylon material I could see everything. Even though I only got to see it for maybe 10 seconds it sure seemed longer. I decided to wait a minute or so before I tried to get in, hoping I would ”deflate“, but it wasn’t happening as I could see her nipples showing though her wet bra. She was sitting facing the bow and so I decided to do it the hard way and get in by climbing over the transom. As skinny as I was, it hurt my ribs but at least that helped my predicament... for a few seconds. As I sat down I was looking at the back of Rose and could clearly see her butt crack through her panties and I was big as ever.
Rose wanted to get back up on the boat which meant that I’d have to stand up. The last thing I wanted right then was for Rose to see me showing any sign of sexual interest in her. I had her reach up and grab the boat’s railing posts and as she did I slid in behind her, careful not to let my penis touch her. I held the dingy tight to the boat and told her to pull herself up all the while trying to keep my very obvious ”problem facing away from her. She was able to get part way up onto the deck and, in so doing, gave me another unbelievable “look”. I remember thinking that I’d never “deflate” at that rate.
Once on deck Rose retrieved a couple of towels from the cabinet that had held the deck chairs. I asked her to throw me one which I was able to drape around me to somewhat hide my obvious problem. By the time I got up on deck Rose was lying on her towel, face down. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her panties. She had her head turned away from where I was and I took advantage of that and bent down to inspect the waist elastic. I knew I’d seen the same style before but I couldn’t put a brand name to them. Rose had obviously taken a swig from the wine bottle because it was up by her head. I wanted to get the taste of the salt water out of my mouth so I took one too. I sat down in the chair and promptly fell asleep again.
To be continued...
I was wearing the clothes I expected to wear to the theater so told her that I wasn’t interested. She persisted and when she said that we could do it in our underwear... that woke me up for sure. I really wasn’t to happy with the idea of getting undressed out in the open, on the deck, but Rose suggested we could do it from the dingy. I wasn’t so sure that was a good idea but at least we’d only be seen by people in the boat moored next to us if they were there, and looking. I took my shirt, shoes and socks off on the deck and climbed down into the dingy. Again, I had to hold it tight to the boat so Rose could sort of slide herself down and into it. Another great VPL. I was already a bit hard just from thinking about seeing her in her bra and panties and this sight made it worse. I took the seat at the stern and she sat in the middle, facing away from me. I heard her tell me to go first. I really didn’t have a choice. I slipped my khaki’s off and handed them to her and while she put them up in the bow I slipped over the transom and into the water. It really felt good and the coolness of it helped to ”deflate“ me. I was kind of bobbing in the water about 10 feet away as I watched Rose slip off her blouse. I couldn’t wait to see her panties as she slipped over the side. But she told me I couldn’t look. I told her I’d go underwater and she could do it then. I was hoping to time it so I was back up just as she hit the water. When I came up she was sitting on the rear seat with her legs over the transom. I couldn’t see her panties but I got a good look at her chest. For a girl her size it sure looked good. She motioned for me to go away or go back under water and that’s what I did. When I came up she was in the water and hanging off the transom. I swam up to her but didn’t touch her. I could see the white of her panties under the water and the ”hardness“ started all over again. She suggested that we swim around the boat. It looked huge from that view. There was a beautiful sailboat, about 30 feet in length, moored just a few boats away. Rose showed no interest in really swimming so I left her to go take a look at it. When I started back I saw her hanging on the side of the dingy. It was like she was in another world and not paying much attention to anything. I decided to surprise her and dove under the surface, swimming underwater right up to her. As I approached I could see the outline of her butt crack through her almost translucent panties. I popped to the surface right beside her, scaring her. To this day I don’t know why I didn’t grab her, at least around the waist, when I came up to her.
My guess is that we spent about 20 minutes in the water. Now the problem was to get back in the dingy without tipping it over. The easiest way was over the side but that was also the most dangerous. When Rose calmed down from the surprise of my sudden appearance I told her I would stabilize the dingy so she could pull herself up and in. In theory it was a good idea. It became readily apparent that she had little upper body strength as she couldn’t even pull herself up enough to get her waist up to the side. I convinced her that the best way was for me to try and boost her up at least far enough so that she could reach in the dingy and grab the seat so she could then pull herself all the way in. I remember putting my hands around her waist and feeling the soft material of her panties and realizing that I was ”growing“. That was the last thing I wanted her to know. I told her to pull herself up when I gave her the push upwards. When I did I ended up going underwater for a few seconds and when I came up I saw the most beautiful sight imaginable. She was half in and half out of the dingy with her legs flailing away as she tried pulling herself the rest of the way in. I thought her panties were translucent under water but this was unbelievable. Even with two layers of nylon material I could see everything. Even though I only got to see it for maybe 10 seconds it sure seemed longer. I decided to wait a minute or so before I tried to get in, hoping I would ”deflate“, but it wasn’t happening as I could see her nipples showing though her wet bra. She was sitting facing the bow and so I decided to do it the hard way and get in by climbing over the transom. As skinny as I was, it hurt my ribs but at least that helped my predicament... for a few seconds. As I sat down I was looking at the back of Rose and could clearly see her butt crack through her panties and I was big as ever.
Rose wanted to get back up on the boat which meant that I’d have to stand up. The last thing I wanted right then was for Rose to see me showing any sign of sexual interest in her. I had her reach up and grab the boat’s railing posts and as she did I slid in behind her, careful not to let my penis touch her. I held the dingy tight to the boat and told her to pull herself up all the while trying to keep my very obvious ”problem facing away from her. She was able to get part way up onto the deck and, in so doing, gave me another unbelievable “look”. I remember thinking that I’d never “deflate” at that rate.
Once on deck Rose retrieved a couple of towels from the cabinet that had held the deck chairs. I asked her to throw me one which I was able to drape around me to somewhat hide my obvious problem. By the time I got up on deck Rose was lying on her towel, face down. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her panties. She had her head turned away from where I was and I took advantage of that and bent down to inspect the waist elastic. I knew I’d seen the same style before but I couldn’t put a brand name to them. Rose had obviously taken a swig from the wine bottle because it was up by her head. I wanted to get the taste of the salt water out of my mouth so I took one too. I sat down in the chair and promptly fell asleep again.
To be continued...
Friday, July 03, 2009
A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... some ripples (Part 45m)
The first five weeks of Summer school had flown by but the last week seemed to drag. One good thing was that the Economics instructor wanted to get a head start on his vacation so gave us the final exam on Wednesday. Rose was very good note taker so as we studied for the Drama final I felt very confident. The only drawback was the promise I’d made to Rose to go to see Inherit the Wind with her that Friday night after our final exam. Elle had fully recovered and I really wanted to spend that last night before going back to work with her. I was committed to returning to work that Saturday and this was messing that up. But, a promise is a promise and I really felt that my being paired with Rose for the course pretty much guaranteed that I got a good grade.
Rose preceeded me out of the exam room. She was waiting in the hall and I knew I’d done well. She could see the big smile on my face and she ran up to me a gave me a big hug. I should’ve been the one giving the hug. I'd loaded all my clothes and things from Van's house so all I had to do was follow her out to her house. We both had the tops down and, for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel any pressure.
It was just past noon when we got to her house. I was somewhat surprised that no one was there. Since we had about eight hours to kill until the play I wondered just what we’d do. Rose made up some things to eat and got a bottle of wine and we went out on the patio that looked out on the harbor. We couldn’t see it through the trees but it was nice just knowing it was there. I really can’t say why I drank any of the wine because I wasn’t a wine drinker... but I did. After a while she asked if I wanted to see the house. What could I say? As I said before, it wasn’t a mansion but it was big. There were four bedrooms with her parent’s master bedroom being huge. It was the first house I’d been in where there was a bathroom inside the bedroom. There were two bedrooms that faced out towards the East and the harbor. As Rose had told me, you could see a bit of the harbor from the small balconies. As I stood there trying to see the harbor I could feel the effect of the wine. The bedroom that belonged to Rose was still decorated as it had been when she was much younger. She didn’t seem to be embarrassed about it though.
Once back downstairs she asked if I wanted to go see the harbor. With nothing else to do I agreed. As we were leaving the house she grabbed another bottle of wine and I wondered what she intended to do with it. We walked down the hill from her house and reached a narrow winding road. It wasn’t far to the water from there. I saw a small house with a fairly short dock that protruded out into the harbor. There were about 20 dinghys on racks right next to it. When we reached it a young man came out of the house and asked Rose if she wanted the family dingy to be taken down. Rose looked at me and asked if I wanted to row out to her father’s boat. Again, there wasn’t anything else to do.
Rose was wearing a pair of pale yellow shorts with cuffs. The leg openings were fairly wide and, as we were settling into the boat I got a nice view up one of them. I rowed the boat and Rose sat on the rear seat. After getting the quick peek I hoped there would be more but it wasn’t to be. Her father’s boat was a Chris Craft about 35 feet in length. Back then, Chris Craft was among the elite of boat builders and I was impressed. It was moored almost in the middle of the harbor. As warm as it was rowing turned out to be work. I approached the boat from the stern. I had no idea what the name, ”Sogno“, meant. Rose laughed as she told me it meant ”Dream“ in Italian.
Getting on the boat from the dingy was going to be a little difficult, especially for Rose. I couldn’t do much to help her as I had to use both hands to hold the dingy close to the boat. She used a railing post to pull herself up on the deck. My face wasn’t more than inches away from her bottom as she ooched her way up. I think it was the closest VPL I’d ever seen. Once she was on deck I passed the bottle of wine to her and then pulled myself up. It was the biggest power boat I’d ever been on. Rose went to this cabinet that was attached to the cabin and took out two deck chairs and then went to the cabin door. I watched as she felt around in her pockets, obviously looking for the key. I heard her swear in Italian and then she gave me this hang dog look as she turned the palms of her hands up. At that point all I wanted was something, anything to drink. As I had mentioned, rowing out there in the hot sun was work. Even though I wasn’t a wine drinker, anything at that point was going to taste good.
We had no cups since Rose couldn’t get into the cabin so we drank right from the bottle. It was a sweet wine so it went down easily. There wasn’t much wind and I was perspiring just sitting in the sun. I moved my chair to the shade and within minutes I was asleep. The next thing I knew Rose was shaking me awake. I honestly didn’t know where I was. I remember Rose asking me if I wanted to go swimming. That... woke me up.
To be continued...
The first five weeks of Summer school had flown by but the last week seemed to drag. One good thing was that the Economics instructor wanted to get a head start on his vacation so gave us the final exam on Wednesday. Rose was very good note taker so as we studied for the Drama final I felt very confident. The only drawback was the promise I’d made to Rose to go to see Inherit the Wind with her that Friday night after our final exam. Elle had fully recovered and I really wanted to spend that last night before going back to work with her. I was committed to returning to work that Saturday and this was messing that up. But, a promise is a promise and I really felt that my being paired with Rose for the course pretty much guaranteed that I got a good grade.
Rose preceeded me out of the exam room. She was waiting in the hall and I knew I’d done well. She could see the big smile on my face and she ran up to me a gave me a big hug. I should’ve been the one giving the hug. I'd loaded all my clothes and things from Van's house so all I had to do was follow her out to her house. We both had the tops down and, for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel any pressure.
It was just past noon when we got to her house. I was somewhat surprised that no one was there. Since we had about eight hours to kill until the play I wondered just what we’d do. Rose made up some things to eat and got a bottle of wine and we went out on the patio that looked out on the harbor. We couldn’t see it through the trees but it was nice just knowing it was there. I really can’t say why I drank any of the wine because I wasn’t a wine drinker... but I did. After a while she asked if I wanted to see the house. What could I say? As I said before, it wasn’t a mansion but it was big. There were four bedrooms with her parent’s master bedroom being huge. It was the first house I’d been in where there was a bathroom inside the bedroom. There were two bedrooms that faced out towards the East and the harbor. As Rose had told me, you could see a bit of the harbor from the small balconies. As I stood there trying to see the harbor I could feel the effect of the wine. The bedroom that belonged to Rose was still decorated as it had been when she was much younger. She didn’t seem to be embarrassed about it though.
Once back downstairs she asked if I wanted to go see the harbor. With nothing else to do I agreed. As we were leaving the house she grabbed another bottle of wine and I wondered what she intended to do with it. We walked down the hill from her house and reached a narrow winding road. It wasn’t far to the water from there. I saw a small house with a fairly short dock that protruded out into the harbor. There were about 20 dinghys on racks right next to it. When we reached it a young man came out of the house and asked Rose if she wanted the family dingy to be taken down. Rose looked at me and asked if I wanted to row out to her father’s boat. Again, there wasn’t anything else to do.
Rose was wearing a pair of pale yellow shorts with cuffs. The leg openings were fairly wide and, as we were settling into the boat I got a nice view up one of them. I rowed the boat and Rose sat on the rear seat. After getting the quick peek I hoped there would be more but it wasn’t to be. Her father’s boat was a Chris Craft about 35 feet in length. Back then, Chris Craft was among the elite of boat builders and I was impressed. It was moored almost in the middle of the harbor. As warm as it was rowing turned out to be work. I approached the boat from the stern. I had no idea what the name, ”Sogno“, meant. Rose laughed as she told me it meant ”Dream“ in Italian.
Getting on the boat from the dingy was going to be a little difficult, especially for Rose. I couldn’t do much to help her as I had to use both hands to hold the dingy close to the boat. She used a railing post to pull herself up on the deck. My face wasn’t more than inches away from her bottom as she ooched her way up. I think it was the closest VPL I’d ever seen. Once she was on deck I passed the bottle of wine to her and then pulled myself up. It was the biggest power boat I’d ever been on. Rose went to this cabinet that was attached to the cabin and took out two deck chairs and then went to the cabin door. I watched as she felt around in her pockets, obviously looking for the key. I heard her swear in Italian and then she gave me this hang dog look as she turned the palms of her hands up. At that point all I wanted was something, anything to drink. As I had mentioned, rowing out there in the hot sun was work. Even though I wasn’t a wine drinker, anything at that point was going to taste good.
We had no cups since Rose couldn’t get into the cabin so we drank right from the bottle. It was a sweet wine so it went down easily. There wasn’t much wind and I was perspiring just sitting in the sun. I moved my chair to the shade and within minutes I was asleep. The next thing I knew Rose was shaking me awake. I honestly didn’t know where I was. I remember Rose asking me if I wanted to go swimming. That... woke me up.
To be continued...
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... some ripples (Part 45l)
Sunday turned out to somewhat similar to the previous one. A pretty stiff breeze out of the East with a fine mist that made it pretty miserable even before we put the boats in the water. The twins were dressed like it was winter with long pants and sweat shirts. They were looking at my boat when I got there and as I walked up I saw Pam leaning over the deck. It was a nice present... a very good VPL. She definitely wasn’t wearing the same heavy cotton panties that she used to wear. But my mind was more on sailing than panties at that moment.
It turned out to be a very long but successful day. Even though we were supposed to race but one race we, realistically, sailed two. The first was thrown out for technical reasons so, to complete the series we needed to sail a second race. Because the wind had picked up even more some of the competitors decided that they had had enough and headed for shore. Rick and I were so cold and were shaking so much we could hardly speak to each other. If the first race had counted we would’ve qualified for the championships. We weren’t doing all that well in the second one and I honestly thought we had blown our chances. But, going for the finish line, we sucked it in and beat the two boats that were just ahead of us as we crossed the finish line. It was the closest finish I’d ever been involved in. We ended up finishing fourth and I didn’t think it was good enough. However, once ashore, we were told that we ended up second and had qualified for the Championships. It was exciting but all I wanted at that time was to get warm. I think it was because I knew I wasn’t going to race in the Championships that I wasn’t more excited.
That night Elle was happy for me but she seemed to be somewhat subdued. By the time I’d eaten and got over to her house I was so very tired that I didn’t press the matter. As I remember it we didn’t do much of anything and I left early and went home and to bed.
Rose and I had a good week as far as our “team” was concerned. She stopped her flirting with me and that took some of the pressure off. Of course it meant no more panty peeks but I was more than willing to forgo those by that time. During the week, on a call to Elle, I found out that both she and her mother were quite sick. Her mother didn’t trust doctors so I knew it had to be bad when I found out that they had both been seen by a doctor. Elle said that neither of them had been to work so that was another measure of how serious it was.
When the Drama class had started the instructor had indicated that we’d tackle three plays. However, we’d spent almost three weeks on Inherit the Wind. This was our second week on Picnic which meant there was only one week for the last play, Death of a Salesman. On that Friday, the instructor made an offer to the class that if we were willing to spend the weekend reading all of Death of a Salesman and be ready for a quiz on Monday, we wouldn’t have to write a paper about the play, Picnic. For me it was a “no brainer“. Sitting down to write a paper, back then, was an ordeal for me. The majority agreed that it was a ”deal“. Rose was one who wanted to write the paper but that was because she’d already started it.
When I got home Friday afternoon Elle was up and sitting in her back yard. She looked terrible. Her eyes were sunken into her head and she had definitely lost weight. My guess is that it was the ”flu“ but in those times that wasn’t something that anyone really ever heard. It was usually a ”Summer cold“. In any case, it didn’t look good for us going out and me being alone with her. If there was a good thing about it it was that I really had no excuse not to do the reading of the play.
I knew Rick would not be back to sail that Sunday and I had intended to have Elle sail with me. On Saturday afternoon, one of the other sailors from the club called me up wondering if he could borrow my boat for the Sunday races. He’d broken his mast in the Territorials and hadn’t been able to locate a new one. He was well up in the standings for the weekly races and knowing that I wasn’t going to be there for August thought he’d ask. He was a good guy and I felt sorry for him so said ”yes“.
I spent as much time with Elle as her mother would let me. She slept a good bit of the time while I did my reading. Because I was planning on heading back to work the following Saturday I had to go get my boat when the races were over and then store it away. It was sort of bittersweet knowing that I’d qualified for the Championships and yet wouldn’t be competing in them.
To be continued...
Sunday turned out to somewhat similar to the previous one. A pretty stiff breeze out of the East with a fine mist that made it pretty miserable even before we put the boats in the water. The twins were dressed like it was winter with long pants and sweat shirts. They were looking at my boat when I got there and as I walked up I saw Pam leaning over the deck. It was a nice present... a very good VPL. She definitely wasn’t wearing the same heavy cotton panties that she used to wear. But my mind was more on sailing than panties at that moment.
It turned out to be a very long but successful day. Even though we were supposed to race but one race we, realistically, sailed two. The first was thrown out for technical reasons so, to complete the series we needed to sail a second race. Because the wind had picked up even more some of the competitors decided that they had had enough and headed for shore. Rick and I were so cold and were shaking so much we could hardly speak to each other. If the first race had counted we would’ve qualified for the championships. We weren’t doing all that well in the second one and I honestly thought we had blown our chances. But, going for the finish line, we sucked it in and beat the two boats that were just ahead of us as we crossed the finish line. It was the closest finish I’d ever been involved in. We ended up finishing fourth and I didn’t think it was good enough. However, once ashore, we were told that we ended up second and had qualified for the Championships. It was exciting but all I wanted at that time was to get warm. I think it was because I knew I wasn’t going to race in the Championships that I wasn’t more excited.
That night Elle was happy for me but she seemed to be somewhat subdued. By the time I’d eaten and got over to her house I was so very tired that I didn’t press the matter. As I remember it we didn’t do much of anything and I left early and went home and to bed.
Rose and I had a good week as far as our “team” was concerned. She stopped her flirting with me and that took some of the pressure off. Of course it meant no more panty peeks but I was more than willing to forgo those by that time. During the week, on a call to Elle, I found out that both she and her mother were quite sick. Her mother didn’t trust doctors so I knew it had to be bad when I found out that they had both been seen by a doctor. Elle said that neither of them had been to work so that was another measure of how serious it was.
When the Drama class had started the instructor had indicated that we’d tackle three plays. However, we’d spent almost three weeks on Inherit the Wind. This was our second week on Picnic which meant there was only one week for the last play, Death of a Salesman. On that Friday, the instructor made an offer to the class that if we were willing to spend the weekend reading all of Death of a Salesman and be ready for a quiz on Monday, we wouldn’t have to write a paper about the play, Picnic. For me it was a “no brainer“. Sitting down to write a paper, back then, was an ordeal for me. The majority agreed that it was a ”deal“. Rose was one who wanted to write the paper but that was because she’d already started it.
When I got home Friday afternoon Elle was up and sitting in her back yard. She looked terrible. Her eyes were sunken into her head and she had definitely lost weight. My guess is that it was the ”flu“ but in those times that wasn’t something that anyone really ever heard. It was usually a ”Summer cold“. In any case, it didn’t look good for us going out and me being alone with her. If there was a good thing about it it was that I really had no excuse not to do the reading of the play.
I knew Rick would not be back to sail that Sunday and I had intended to have Elle sail with me. On Saturday afternoon, one of the other sailors from the club called me up wondering if he could borrow my boat for the Sunday races. He’d broken his mast in the Territorials and hadn’t been able to locate a new one. He was well up in the standings for the weekly races and knowing that I wasn’t going to be there for August thought he’d ask. He was a good guy and I felt sorry for him so said ”yes“.
I spent as much time with Elle as her mother would let me. She slept a good bit of the time while I did my reading. Because I was planning on heading back to work the following Saturday I had to go get my boat when the races were over and then store it away. It was sort of bittersweet knowing that I’d qualified for the Championships and yet wouldn’t be competing in them.
To be continued...
Sunday, June 28, 2009
A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... some ripples (Part 45k)
When we sat back down on the sofa to read the drama class assignment Elle took a seat at the other end. I encouraged her to get closer but all she did was to smile. I couldn’t figure why she was smiling. But then, ever so subtly, she lifted her legs, one at a time, up onto the seat. The view I got solved my puzzlement. Then she said that if I was a “good boy”, and concentrated on my reading, there would be a “surprise“ for me when I was finished. Talk about pressure! It was hard enough to concentrate knowing what was under her tented skirt but the anticipation of a ‘surprise” made it almost impossible. I know I read some passages at least three times.
It was around 11pm when my parents came home. They stopped to say “hello” and then headed upstairs to bed. That, in itself, was a relief. I guess I finished up about a half hour later. When I said I was done Elle said something that didn’t make any sense when she said it. It was something like “I was beginning to worry I wouldn’t make it.” I had no idea what she meant until we walked out the front door. Once there she grabbed my hand and ran for the steps to the beach. That’s when the light went on. She’d been holding off going to the bathroom hoping to last until I was finished.
Once on the sand she grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it up to her waist. She kept walking until she was under the raised part of the dock. Once there she stopped and spread her legs. It was dark but I certainly knew what was happening. Within seconds I could hear her pee puddling in the sand. I stepped up to her and put my hand on her crotch. She hated it when I did that when she was actually peeing because it made her it run down her legs... but she didn’t say anything and put her free arm around me and drew me up to her so we could kiss. If we’d been just about anywhere but right in front of my house... Well, you know what I mean.
The Territorial regatta was a two day, three race series. It brought the best sailors in our area together. It was certainly tougher racing than our regular club races even though our club had some of the best skippers. Rick and I were there early, anxious to get started. I was pleased to see the twins were still racing. It had been two years since I’d last seen them and what a difference those two years made. They had matured in all ways and had given up that annoying habit of wearing the same clothes. Pam had let her hair grow longer and had it in a pony tail for the races. Penny had hers cut shorter and it was somewhat curly. It was now easy to tell them apart. To be truthful, one of the first things I thought of was were they still wearing the same heavy cotton panties that I remembered them wearing. There were other people that I recognized as well. The weather was perfect and I was excited to get going.
I saw that the twins had changed into bathing suits (not the same) to race in. I, of course, was hoping that they’d be wearing their clothes. They had towed their boat behind a station wagon that was parked right in front of where my boat was located on the beach. I saw Pam headed for the wagon carrying what appeared to be clothes. Rick and I were just about ready to launch when I saw her. We were waiting for another guy to come over to help us and when I saw her headed down the beach to her boat I ran up to the wagon. The windows were up and the doors locked but there on the front seat were the clothes and right on top was a pair of white nylon panties. It was certainly another sign that they were maturing.
We did very well and were in third place after the two races. It was exciting to be so competitive against the best. The club was holding a cook out and party that night and Elle had switched with one of the other girls at work so she could attend. The only bad thing was that the twins spent more time hanging around us than I would’ve liked. I won’t say Elle was jealous because she had met them at races in years past but it was a bit uncomfortable.
We left the party fairly early and, just because we were both a bit anxious, I decided we’d go back to the abandoned garage. Because the sailing club building was built out on the beach a slatted wooden path was made so people wouldn’t have to get sand in their shoes on the way to and from the parking lot. The problem with it was that the slats were placed a bit too far apart. Anyone wearing flip flops or open toed sandals had to be careful that their shoes didn’t get caught between the slats. We were hurrying down the path with me in front and holding one of Elle’s hands. All of a sudden I felt my arm jerk and by the time I turned around Elle was on her side lying on the path. I got to her right away and I heard her say something I’d never heard before... a swear word.
As I stooped down to help her up I could see that when she fell she had skinned her knee. But that wasn’t was what caused her to swear. She was wetting herself and as she was wearing a brand new pair of bermuda shorts, it upset her. When I got her to her feet I could see that one side of her shorts were completely wet. She wasn’t happy, at all, and when she realized she had a skinned knee it made her madder. I had a small first aid kit in the car and once there I cleaned it up and put a few band aids on it. As I was doing that she said it was all my fault. That puzzled me and I asked her how it could be my fault. She’d put off using the toilet to save her pee for me for when we got to the garage. Hmmm... I appreciated the thought but had a hard time accepting the blame.
The net result was that the thoughts of what we’d expected to do had quickly disappeared. She wanted to go home to wash out the shorts so they wouldn’t get stained. As it was past 9pm, her parents were already asleep so it wasn’t a problem of walking in with wet clothes on. We were pretty much silent on the way home. After she changed we ended up sitting, pretty much silent, on the front stoop of her house. I remember thinking about how fast things change. From great great anticipation to disappointment in just a few seconds.
To be continued...
When we sat back down on the sofa to read the drama class assignment Elle took a seat at the other end. I encouraged her to get closer but all she did was to smile. I couldn’t figure why she was smiling. But then, ever so subtly, she lifted her legs, one at a time, up onto the seat. The view I got solved my puzzlement. Then she said that if I was a “good boy”, and concentrated on my reading, there would be a “surprise“ for me when I was finished. Talk about pressure! It was hard enough to concentrate knowing what was under her tented skirt but the anticipation of a ‘surprise” made it almost impossible. I know I read some passages at least three times.
It was around 11pm when my parents came home. They stopped to say “hello” and then headed upstairs to bed. That, in itself, was a relief. I guess I finished up about a half hour later. When I said I was done Elle said something that didn’t make any sense when she said it. It was something like “I was beginning to worry I wouldn’t make it.” I had no idea what she meant until we walked out the front door. Once there she grabbed my hand and ran for the steps to the beach. That’s when the light went on. She’d been holding off going to the bathroom hoping to last until I was finished.
Once on the sand she grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it up to her waist. She kept walking until she was under the raised part of the dock. Once there she stopped and spread her legs. It was dark but I certainly knew what was happening. Within seconds I could hear her pee puddling in the sand. I stepped up to her and put my hand on her crotch. She hated it when I did that when she was actually peeing because it made her it run down her legs... but she didn’t say anything and put her free arm around me and drew me up to her so we could kiss. If we’d been just about anywhere but right in front of my house... Well, you know what I mean.
The Territorial regatta was a two day, three race series. It brought the best sailors in our area together. It was certainly tougher racing than our regular club races even though our club had some of the best skippers. Rick and I were there early, anxious to get started. I was pleased to see the twins were still racing. It had been two years since I’d last seen them and what a difference those two years made. They had matured in all ways and had given up that annoying habit of wearing the same clothes. Pam had let her hair grow longer and had it in a pony tail for the races. Penny had hers cut shorter and it was somewhat curly. It was now easy to tell them apart. To be truthful, one of the first things I thought of was were they still wearing the same heavy cotton panties that I remembered them wearing. There were other people that I recognized as well. The weather was perfect and I was excited to get going.
I saw that the twins had changed into bathing suits (not the same) to race in. I, of course, was hoping that they’d be wearing their clothes. They had towed their boat behind a station wagon that was parked right in front of where my boat was located on the beach. I saw Pam headed for the wagon carrying what appeared to be clothes. Rick and I were just about ready to launch when I saw her. We were waiting for another guy to come over to help us and when I saw her headed down the beach to her boat I ran up to the wagon. The windows were up and the doors locked but there on the front seat were the clothes and right on top was a pair of white nylon panties. It was certainly another sign that they were maturing.
We did very well and were in third place after the two races. It was exciting to be so competitive against the best. The club was holding a cook out and party that night and Elle had switched with one of the other girls at work so she could attend. The only bad thing was that the twins spent more time hanging around us than I would’ve liked. I won’t say Elle was jealous because she had met them at races in years past but it was a bit uncomfortable.
We left the party fairly early and, just because we were both a bit anxious, I decided we’d go back to the abandoned garage. Because the sailing club building was built out on the beach a slatted wooden path was made so people wouldn’t have to get sand in their shoes on the way to and from the parking lot. The problem with it was that the slats were placed a bit too far apart. Anyone wearing flip flops or open toed sandals had to be careful that their shoes didn’t get caught between the slats. We were hurrying down the path with me in front and holding one of Elle’s hands. All of a sudden I felt my arm jerk and by the time I turned around Elle was on her side lying on the path. I got to her right away and I heard her say something I’d never heard before... a swear word.
As I stooped down to help her up I could see that when she fell she had skinned her knee. But that wasn’t was what caused her to swear. She was wetting herself and as she was wearing a brand new pair of bermuda shorts, it upset her. When I got her to her feet I could see that one side of her shorts were completely wet. She wasn’t happy, at all, and when she realized she had a skinned knee it made her madder. I had a small first aid kit in the car and once there I cleaned it up and put a few band aids on it. As I was doing that she said it was all my fault. That puzzled me and I asked her how it could be my fault. She’d put off using the toilet to save her pee for me for when we got to the garage. Hmmm... I appreciated the thought but had a hard time accepting the blame.
The net result was that the thoughts of what we’d expected to do had quickly disappeared. She wanted to go home to wash out the shorts so they wouldn’t get stained. As it was past 9pm, her parents were already asleep so it wasn’t a problem of walking in with wet clothes on. We were pretty much silent on the way home. After she changed we ended up sitting, pretty much silent, on the front stoop of her house. I remember thinking about how fast things change. From great great anticipation to disappointment in just a few seconds.
To be continued...
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... some "ripples" (Part 45j)
I’m sure Rose could see I wasn’t too happy about doing it so she stayed fairly quiet on the trip. When we made the turn off the main highway I followed her directions and after a few miles she got really animated and pointed to a sign on the side of the road. She was pointing to the theater in the round that the play Inherit the Wind was going to be performed. I remember shaking my head and thinking ”no way!“, but didn’t say anything. It only took a few minutes to her house. It wasn’t a mansion, by any means, but it was certainly the biggest house in the area. It was located on a slight hill and faced out onto a small harbor. I couldn’t see the water from the driveway but Rose said she could see it from her room. She, naturally, invited me in but I told her I had to get right back to Van’s house. She was obviously disappointed. On my way back I was upset with myself for treating her so curtly and vowed to apologize the next day.
It wasn’t that simple. When she didn’t show up for our pre-class meeting I thought it was because she couldn’t get a ride. I sat next to her, as usual, but she wouldn’t even acknowledge my presence. That didn’t help with our class participation. As soon as the class ended I followed her out and stopped her in the hallway. If there was one thing I knew it was that I really needed her to insure that I did well in that class. After a bit of grovelling, she agreed to go back out to our usual meeting place. She had a ”deal“ for me... if I would promise to go to the play with her she’d forgive me. I didn’t see any way out.
Her mother had driven her to the campus and was then headed to the city. Her MG was to be ready that afternoon and, of course, she looked to me to take her there to pick it up. Since it was a Friday all it meant was a little delay in getting home. A small price to pay to keep her somewhat happy.
Once I got home my focus was on sailboat racing. As Elle wasn’t working she accompanied me to the sailing club so I could make sure the boat was race ready. There were still a lot of kids there taking sailing lessons. It was the first time I’d been there while they were going on and I saw the girl, Peggy, who had crewed for me a few weeks earlier. I’d told Elle about her but not about the panty peeks I’d had. When I saw her I immediately envisioned her standing in the water in her panties. I pointed her out to Elle and I remember her giving me a funny look. As I had described her... she was a very nice girl. I remember looking over some of the other girls on the beach and thinking that if they had Peggy’s body they’d really be something.
There were some things that I’d decided to change on the boat. It turned out that it took longer than I’d expected. Elle was a big help but we’d gotten so involved that we missed the closing of the clubhouse. I saw the manager’s car leaving the parking lot and that was it. We’d been there well over two hours and that was pushing Elle’s bladder limits. Realizing this I started getting a bulge. I guess you could call me mean and cruel but I mentioned the fact that the club was now locked. You know how the power of suggestion works.
If she were just about any other girl she would’ve just gone behind the club and pulled down her shorts and panties and peed. But Elle was Elle... and that wasn’t going to happen. What I was working on in the boat could be left and returned to later on so I took her by the hand and led her over to my car. The way it was parked was actually parallel to the shoreline. Since there were no other cars in the lot or any people on the beach I told her she could take her shorts off in the car and then could step out and pee on the ground. No one would see her. The car itself would block anyone on the road from seeing her and the open passenger door would also block anyone's view. I actually asked her to do it... just for me. After looking around in all directions she did as I asked. Normally when she peed and I was with her she’d let me put my hand between her legs. But that was when it was dark out. With bright sunshine she didn’t want me near her. So I stood by the back of the car and watched. It was the next best thing and I thoroughly enjoyed it.
The ever present towel from under the seat took up most of the wetness. Another pair of heavy cotton panties from the ”stash” I kept under my seat took care of the rest. We went back to the boat and finished up and by the time we headed for home she was reasonably dry. I patted her bottom just to make sure and it felt like it would from normal perspiration. When we got to her house I asked if she’d leave on the clothes she was wearing. She gave me one of those “you’ve got to be kidding” looks so I didn’t know what she’d do.
As racing would take up the next two days and I knew I’d be tired on Sunday night, it made sense to me to do my homework that night. Elle was OK with it and she brought some magazines to read while I struggled with Economic theory. Actually, having her there made it tough to concentrate as I kept thinking of what we might end up doing when I finished up. After the “look” she gave me when I asked her to leave the panties on that she’d wet in I didn’t dare ask. Wondering if she did or didn’t leave them on also weighed on my mind. My parents were next door visiting with the new neighbors so when Elle got up to use the toilet I followed her. She wasn’t happy, afraid my parents would walk in on us. So I stood at the doorway and as watched her pull the panties down I could see that there were two pair. That was enough of an answer for me. I was pleased and proud of her. When I finally got to the point that I thought I understood the Economics assignment I suggested that we go out on the dock for a “breath of fresh air”. What I really wanted was kiss, hug and a “feel” of her panties. But, once there, I remembered that my parents were next door and that they could possibly see us. So, a walk to the end of the dock and back was all it was.
To be continued...
I’m sure Rose could see I wasn’t too happy about doing it so she stayed fairly quiet on the trip. When we made the turn off the main highway I followed her directions and after a few miles she got really animated and pointed to a sign on the side of the road. She was pointing to the theater in the round that the play Inherit the Wind was going to be performed. I remember shaking my head and thinking ”no way!“, but didn’t say anything. It only took a few minutes to her house. It wasn’t a mansion, by any means, but it was certainly the biggest house in the area. It was located on a slight hill and faced out onto a small harbor. I couldn’t see the water from the driveway but Rose said she could see it from her room. She, naturally, invited me in but I told her I had to get right back to Van’s house. She was obviously disappointed. On my way back I was upset with myself for treating her so curtly and vowed to apologize the next day.
It wasn’t that simple. When she didn’t show up for our pre-class meeting I thought it was because she couldn’t get a ride. I sat next to her, as usual, but she wouldn’t even acknowledge my presence. That didn’t help with our class participation. As soon as the class ended I followed her out and stopped her in the hallway. If there was one thing I knew it was that I really needed her to insure that I did well in that class. After a bit of grovelling, she agreed to go back out to our usual meeting place. She had a ”deal“ for me... if I would promise to go to the play with her she’d forgive me. I didn’t see any way out.
Her mother had driven her to the campus and was then headed to the city. Her MG was to be ready that afternoon and, of course, she looked to me to take her there to pick it up. Since it was a Friday all it meant was a little delay in getting home. A small price to pay to keep her somewhat happy.
Once I got home my focus was on sailboat racing. As Elle wasn’t working she accompanied me to the sailing club so I could make sure the boat was race ready. There were still a lot of kids there taking sailing lessons. It was the first time I’d been there while they were going on and I saw the girl, Peggy, who had crewed for me a few weeks earlier. I’d told Elle about her but not about the panty peeks I’d had. When I saw her I immediately envisioned her standing in the water in her panties. I pointed her out to Elle and I remember her giving me a funny look. As I had described her... she was a very nice girl. I remember looking over some of the other girls on the beach and thinking that if they had Peggy’s body they’d really be something.
There were some things that I’d decided to change on the boat. It turned out that it took longer than I’d expected. Elle was a big help but we’d gotten so involved that we missed the closing of the clubhouse. I saw the manager’s car leaving the parking lot and that was it. We’d been there well over two hours and that was pushing Elle’s bladder limits. Realizing this I started getting a bulge. I guess you could call me mean and cruel but I mentioned the fact that the club was now locked. You know how the power of suggestion works.
If she were just about any other girl she would’ve just gone behind the club and pulled down her shorts and panties and peed. But Elle was Elle... and that wasn’t going to happen. What I was working on in the boat could be left and returned to later on so I took her by the hand and led her over to my car. The way it was parked was actually parallel to the shoreline. Since there were no other cars in the lot or any people on the beach I told her she could take her shorts off in the car and then could step out and pee on the ground. No one would see her. The car itself would block anyone on the road from seeing her and the open passenger door would also block anyone's view. I actually asked her to do it... just for me. After looking around in all directions she did as I asked. Normally when she peed and I was with her she’d let me put my hand between her legs. But that was when it was dark out. With bright sunshine she didn’t want me near her. So I stood by the back of the car and watched. It was the next best thing and I thoroughly enjoyed it.
The ever present towel from under the seat took up most of the wetness. Another pair of heavy cotton panties from the ”stash” I kept under my seat took care of the rest. We went back to the boat and finished up and by the time we headed for home she was reasonably dry. I patted her bottom just to make sure and it felt like it would from normal perspiration. When we got to her house I asked if she’d leave on the clothes she was wearing. She gave me one of those “you’ve got to be kidding” looks so I didn’t know what she’d do.
As racing would take up the next two days and I knew I’d be tired on Sunday night, it made sense to me to do my homework that night. Elle was OK with it and she brought some magazines to read while I struggled with Economic theory. Actually, having her there made it tough to concentrate as I kept thinking of what we might end up doing when I finished up. After the “look” she gave me when I asked her to leave the panties on that she’d wet in I didn’t dare ask. Wondering if she did or didn’t leave them on also weighed on my mind. My parents were next door visiting with the new neighbors so when Elle got up to use the toilet I followed her. She wasn’t happy, afraid my parents would walk in on us. So I stood at the doorway and as watched her pull the panties down I could see that there were two pair. That was enough of an answer for me. I was pleased and proud of her. When I finally got to the point that I thought I understood the Economics assignment I suggested that we go out on the dock for a “breath of fresh air”. What I really wanted was kiss, hug and a “feel” of her panties. But, once there, I remembered that my parents were next door and that they could possibly see us. So, a walk to the end of the dock and back was all it was.
To be continued...
Monday, June 22, 2009
A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... and enjoying it (Part45i)
Our night didn’t go as I’d planned but, all in all, it went well. I’d envisioned lying next to Elle on the beach at the Point and enjoying the warm feel of her body next to mine. We ended up having her straddle me in the front seat of the car. I did have a rubber and managed to last quite a while. I know Elle enjoyed it as she continued to “grind” on me long after I’d come. We stayed there at the garage for quite a while with Elle lying across my lap. As usual, she had left her panties on so while she lay there I kept rubbing her wet pantied crotch. Actually, I was surprised at how fast I “revived” and gave a quick thought about another round. But Elle said she was a bit sore so we stayed with her across my lap and in my arms.
Because the area was so overgrown with weeds she was reluctant to get out of the car to pee so she just stuffed the towel under her and went that way. Of course, my hand was right there when she was done. By the time we headed for home her skirt was somewhat dry. She waited to put it on until we were in my driveway. I’d given her a pair of dry heavy cotton panties from my "stash" that I kept under my seat to put on over her wet ones. She was somewhat put together by the time we walked over to her house. On my way back home I was pretty happy.
Van and his parents arrived around 10am. I’d told Elle that I was pretty well spoken for and wouldn’t have much time for her. She understood but I did promise to bring Van over since she already knew him from back at school. All in all, it was a long day. Van and I were “excused“ after dinner but I overheard his mother tell him that there was to be no partying. Van told me to ignore his mother but I was smart enough to ignore him. He’d shown some interest in car racing going back to when I still owned a race car so I figured we could go to the races. He’d never been and this night turned out to be a good one for a first timer. Good racing mixed with a few spectacular crashes. A visit to the pit area after the races had him really excited. It certainly was better than trying to keep him from getting out of hand at the local bar hang out.
Sunday came up stormy. Van’s parents made it easy for both me and my parents by deciding to leave after lunch. It freed me up to go race my sailboat. Rick had called the previous day and left a message that, if I was racing, he’d be at the club around noon. I said my good bye’s and headed over to the clubhouse. Because I knew I wasn’t going to be around for the whole Summer I hadn’t paid much attention to the racing schedule. As soon as I saw Rick he asked if I was going to race in the Territorial Championships scheduled for the following weekend. They were the qualifier for the National Championships and were being held at our own club. I was surprised but said I would. I did tell him that if we did qualify I wouldn’t be able to race in the Championships. He said it didn't matter and would be there the next Saturday. That meant I was set for at least one more week of racing.
On that day, with strong winds, the extra 30+ pounds we carried came to good use as we won one race and did well in the other. It was obvious that we worked well together and as we put the boat away that afternoon I was already getting excited about the following weekend. It had rained the whole time we were out and by the time I got home I was shaking from being cold. Elle saw me arrive home and came right over but I wanted to get to the shower and get warm. When I finally came out it was obvious that there was something bothering her.
I’d put off thinking about our engagement announcement and making wedding plans hoping to get through the six weeks at home without any problems with my parents and grandparents. Elle’s mother was putting pressure on her and she didn’t know what to say or do. The problem was that I didn’t either. My more immediate problem was that I still had all my homework to do so when I avoided talking about it with her she got mad and went home. I intended to go over to see her when I finished up but when I did she had already gone to bed. Not good!
The following week started off calmly but it changed in mid week. Rose arrived at our pre-class meeting all upset. Her car was a 1948 MG two seater that her brother had bought in England while he was stationed there and had shipped stateside. After he got married and needed a more practical vehicle, he gave it to Rose. It was one with real wire wheels and something had happened to one of the wheels when she turned into the campus. She, knowing I liked cars, asked me to go look at it. We both had to get to class so we did after it was over. It turned out to be a wheel bearing that had failed. Since it was a foreign car, parts were only available from a dealer and there wasn’t one anywhere nearby. She ended up calling her father who, in turn, arranged for it to be towed. That meant Rose had no way to get home. Guess who was recruited?
This is hard to explain... I liked working with Rose on the course material but, starting when she saw me take interest when she’d inadvertantly shown me her panties, she had started to become a pest. A pest in that I felt she wanted me to show real personal interest in her and as much as I liked seeing her panty ”free shows“, that was as far as it went for me. So, when I told her I’d drive her home I hoped that I could persuade Van to go with us but he wouldn’t.
To be continued...
Our night didn’t go as I’d planned but, all in all, it went well. I’d envisioned lying next to Elle on the beach at the Point and enjoying the warm feel of her body next to mine. We ended up having her straddle me in the front seat of the car. I did have a rubber and managed to last quite a while. I know Elle enjoyed it as she continued to “grind” on me long after I’d come. We stayed there at the garage for quite a while with Elle lying across my lap. As usual, she had left her panties on so while she lay there I kept rubbing her wet pantied crotch. Actually, I was surprised at how fast I “revived” and gave a quick thought about another round. But Elle said she was a bit sore so we stayed with her across my lap and in my arms.
Because the area was so overgrown with weeds she was reluctant to get out of the car to pee so she just stuffed the towel under her and went that way. Of course, my hand was right there when she was done. By the time we headed for home her skirt was somewhat dry. She waited to put it on until we were in my driveway. I’d given her a pair of dry heavy cotton panties from my "stash" that I kept under my seat to put on over her wet ones. She was somewhat put together by the time we walked over to her house. On my way back home I was pretty happy.
Van and his parents arrived around 10am. I’d told Elle that I was pretty well spoken for and wouldn’t have much time for her. She understood but I did promise to bring Van over since she already knew him from back at school. All in all, it was a long day. Van and I were “excused“ after dinner but I overheard his mother tell him that there was to be no partying. Van told me to ignore his mother but I was smart enough to ignore him. He’d shown some interest in car racing going back to when I still owned a race car so I figured we could go to the races. He’d never been and this night turned out to be a good one for a first timer. Good racing mixed with a few spectacular crashes. A visit to the pit area after the races had him really excited. It certainly was better than trying to keep him from getting out of hand at the local bar hang out.
Sunday came up stormy. Van’s parents made it easy for both me and my parents by deciding to leave after lunch. It freed me up to go race my sailboat. Rick had called the previous day and left a message that, if I was racing, he’d be at the club around noon. I said my good bye’s and headed over to the clubhouse. Because I knew I wasn’t going to be around for the whole Summer I hadn’t paid much attention to the racing schedule. As soon as I saw Rick he asked if I was going to race in the Territorial Championships scheduled for the following weekend. They were the qualifier for the National Championships and were being held at our own club. I was surprised but said I would. I did tell him that if we did qualify I wouldn’t be able to race in the Championships. He said it didn't matter and would be there the next Saturday. That meant I was set for at least one more week of racing.
On that day, with strong winds, the extra 30+ pounds we carried came to good use as we won one race and did well in the other. It was obvious that we worked well together and as we put the boat away that afternoon I was already getting excited about the following weekend. It had rained the whole time we were out and by the time I got home I was shaking from being cold. Elle saw me arrive home and came right over but I wanted to get to the shower and get warm. When I finally came out it was obvious that there was something bothering her.
I’d put off thinking about our engagement announcement and making wedding plans hoping to get through the six weeks at home without any problems with my parents and grandparents. Elle’s mother was putting pressure on her and she didn’t know what to say or do. The problem was that I didn’t either. My more immediate problem was that I still had all my homework to do so when I avoided talking about it with her she got mad and went home. I intended to go over to see her when I finished up but when I did she had already gone to bed. Not good!
The following week started off calmly but it changed in mid week. Rose arrived at our pre-class meeting all upset. Her car was a 1948 MG two seater that her brother had bought in England while he was stationed there and had shipped stateside. After he got married and needed a more practical vehicle, he gave it to Rose. It was one with real wire wheels and something had happened to one of the wheels when she turned into the campus. She, knowing I liked cars, asked me to go look at it. We both had to get to class so we did after it was over. It turned out to be a wheel bearing that had failed. Since it was a foreign car, parts were only available from a dealer and there wasn’t one anywhere nearby. She ended up calling her father who, in turn, arranged for it to be towed. That meant Rose had no way to get home. Guess who was recruited?
This is hard to explain... I liked working with Rose on the course material but, starting when she saw me take interest when she’d inadvertantly shown me her panties, she had started to become a pest. A pest in that I felt she wanted me to show real personal interest in her and as much as I liked seeing her panty ”free shows“, that was as far as it went for me. So, when I told her I’d drive her home I hoped that I could persuade Van to go with us but he wouldn’t.
To be continued...
Saturday, June 20, 2009
A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... and enjoying it (Part45h)
I’m pretty sure it was the same week that the horse won that Van and I were leaving campus and he asked if I could do him a favor. It was to go over to her house and then drive her to the mall. It was a surprise to me because any time I mentioned her name he'd just clam up. I didn’t say anything and followed his directions. When she came out of the house she honestly reminded me of some of the WWII pinup poster girls. I would have paid her to bend over in the shorts she was wearing. The trip to the mall was strange as neither of them said a word. When we got there Gail got out and Van stayed in the car with me. It was very strange. BUT... I got somewhat of a VPL as she walked away. It was a very nice view. On our way back to Van’s he wouldn’t talk about it. At least I’d gotten what I wanted.
That night I got the word that Van’s parents had decided that this would be the weekend that they would come to visit my parents. Van had told me that he didn’t want to come and I took that as being fact. Unfortunately, it wasn’t Van’s decision. That meant that I’d have to entertain Van and that would severely limit my time with Elle. After the way she’d acted the weekend before I’d had her on my mind the whole week, anticipating more of the same. I was NOT good company that night!
Since his parents would have to wait until Van’s father got home from work, they decided to wait until Saturday morning to come on out. They made the decision without telling me so I remained in a bad mood. I was actually home before I found out. Even though Elle was working I went up to see her immediately after my mother told me. I was hyper from anticipation of what I hoped would take place that night. Elle was excited to see me and, because the store owner wasn’t there, I got to sit at the counter and spent the afternoon with her. It was a long afternoon though what with the anticipation of the evening weighing on me.
We worked out a “story“ to tell our parents for what we were going to do that night. There was a movie playing that Elle really did want to see so her mother ”bought“ it right off. I didn’t want to stay close to home and we had decided to head East and out to the ”Point“. I had convinced her that, even though it would still be daylight, we would be able to find a place with privacy. I managed to grab a couple of my mother’s beach towels and made sure I had some clean panties for Elle for the return home before we headed out East. I’ll admit that I had a soft bulge almost from the time we got in my car.
My excitement quickly turned to annoyance as soon as we reached the main road. Elle started to pester me about actually going to the movie first. It was a lose, lose situation for me. If we didn’t go then Elle would pout and not be as ”willing“. If we did go I’d have to wait and hope that she would ”reward“ me for it. I’d heard about the movie (Vertigo) and certainly was taken by Kim Novak’s good looks but I was more interested in Elle than a movie star that I could only look at. Reluctantly, I headed for the downtown area. As soon as I did Elle was all over me which, in a way, just made it worse for me. Now I’d have to wait for over two hours for my ”reward“.
The movie was actually good. It was also scary. I had one arm around Elle and she was holding my other hand when the really scary part came. I remember her burying her head in my shoulder and grasping my hand tightly. When the moment passed she whispered in my ear that she had a ”problem”. At that point I was totally engrossed in the movie and what she said didn’t register with me. She actually had to shake me to get my full attention. She had wet herself... from a combination of a full bladder (she hadn’t gone since we’d left home) and being scared. I remember asking how bad was it. “BAD!” was her answer. But, in spite of it, we both wanted to see the end of the movie so she sat in her wet clothes and until the end.
We waited until everyone had left and when she got up I just slipped in right behind her trying to hide the huge wet patch on her skirt. The people waiting to get in for the second show were facing the other direction so she had that going for her. After we reached the car and noting that there was no one around I turned her around and gave her a big hug, with my hands grabbing her wet butt cheeks. She tried to fight me off but I wouldn’t let go, finally giving up and kissing me. We stayed like that for quite a while. When I opened the car door she took her skirt off while still standing outside the car. That, in itself, was a shock. She reached under the seat for the ever present towel and climbed in. By the time I made to to the driver’s side she’d already slid over to my side and was waiting for me. The next shock was that she put one of her hands right on top of my bulge. I almost came right there.
Because of the scary nature of the movie, Elle didn’t want to go to the “Point”. It was now dark and she didn’t feel comfortable going there after it had already gotten that way. It was one thing in daylight but completely different at night. One place we hadn’t been to in quite a while was the old Boy Scout camp. The advantage of parking up there was that you could see cars approaching. I couldn’t get there fast enough. Like I said, it had been a while since we’d gone there. As we approached the top of the hill I couldn’t believe my eyes as there were at least a half dozen cars there. I just turned the car around and headed for the abandoned garage, again.
To be continued...
I’m pretty sure it was the same week that the horse won that Van and I were leaving campus and he asked if I could do him a favor. It was to go over to her house and then drive her to the mall. It was a surprise to me because any time I mentioned her name he'd just clam up. I didn’t say anything and followed his directions. When she came out of the house she honestly reminded me of some of the WWII pinup poster girls. I would have paid her to bend over in the shorts she was wearing. The trip to the mall was strange as neither of them said a word. When we got there Gail got out and Van stayed in the car with me. It was very strange. BUT... I got somewhat of a VPL as she walked away. It was a very nice view. On our way back to Van’s he wouldn’t talk about it. At least I’d gotten what I wanted.
That night I got the word that Van’s parents had decided that this would be the weekend that they would come to visit my parents. Van had told me that he didn’t want to come and I took that as being fact. Unfortunately, it wasn’t Van’s decision. That meant that I’d have to entertain Van and that would severely limit my time with Elle. After the way she’d acted the weekend before I’d had her on my mind the whole week, anticipating more of the same. I was NOT good company that night!
Since his parents would have to wait until Van’s father got home from work, they decided to wait until Saturday morning to come on out. They made the decision without telling me so I remained in a bad mood. I was actually home before I found out. Even though Elle was working I went up to see her immediately after my mother told me. I was hyper from anticipation of what I hoped would take place that night. Elle was excited to see me and, because the store owner wasn’t there, I got to sit at the counter and spent the afternoon with her. It was a long afternoon though what with the anticipation of the evening weighing on me.
We worked out a “story“ to tell our parents for what we were going to do that night. There was a movie playing that Elle really did want to see so her mother ”bought“ it right off. I didn’t want to stay close to home and we had decided to head East and out to the ”Point“. I had convinced her that, even though it would still be daylight, we would be able to find a place with privacy. I managed to grab a couple of my mother’s beach towels and made sure I had some clean panties for Elle for the return home before we headed out East. I’ll admit that I had a soft bulge almost from the time we got in my car.
My excitement quickly turned to annoyance as soon as we reached the main road. Elle started to pester me about actually going to the movie first. It was a lose, lose situation for me. If we didn’t go then Elle would pout and not be as ”willing“. If we did go I’d have to wait and hope that she would ”reward“ me for it. I’d heard about the movie (Vertigo) and certainly was taken by Kim Novak’s good looks but I was more interested in Elle than a movie star that I could only look at. Reluctantly, I headed for the downtown area. As soon as I did Elle was all over me which, in a way, just made it worse for me. Now I’d have to wait for over two hours for my ”reward“.
The movie was actually good. It was also scary. I had one arm around Elle and she was holding my other hand when the really scary part came. I remember her burying her head in my shoulder and grasping my hand tightly. When the moment passed she whispered in my ear that she had a ”problem”. At that point I was totally engrossed in the movie and what she said didn’t register with me. She actually had to shake me to get my full attention. She had wet herself... from a combination of a full bladder (she hadn’t gone since we’d left home) and being scared. I remember asking how bad was it. “BAD!” was her answer. But, in spite of it, we both wanted to see the end of the movie so she sat in her wet clothes and until the end.
We waited until everyone had left and when she got up I just slipped in right behind her trying to hide the huge wet patch on her skirt. The people waiting to get in for the second show were facing the other direction so she had that going for her. After we reached the car and noting that there was no one around I turned her around and gave her a big hug, with my hands grabbing her wet butt cheeks. She tried to fight me off but I wouldn’t let go, finally giving up and kissing me. We stayed like that for quite a while. When I opened the car door she took her skirt off while still standing outside the car. That, in itself, was a shock. She reached under the seat for the ever present towel and climbed in. By the time I made to to the driver’s side she’d already slid over to my side and was waiting for me. The next shock was that she put one of her hands right on top of my bulge. I almost came right there.
Because of the scary nature of the movie, Elle didn’t want to go to the “Point”. It was now dark and she didn’t feel comfortable going there after it had already gotten that way. It was one thing in daylight but completely different at night. One place we hadn’t been to in quite a while was the old Boy Scout camp. The advantage of parking up there was that you could see cars approaching. I couldn’t get there fast enough. Like I said, it had been a while since we’d gone there. As we approached the top of the hill I couldn’t believe my eyes as there were at least a half dozen cars there. I just turned the car around and headed for the abandoned garage, again.
To be continued...
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... Finally enjoying it (Part 45g)
I was really hurting in the morning. I couldn’t believe that I was so far out of shape as far as sailing was concerned. Since I didn’t have a crew I prevailed upon Elle to switch with another girl she worked with so she could. As we got the boat ready I was praying that the wind stayed relatively calm for both her sake as well as mine. Elle knew how to sail but hadn’t raced and was very apprehensive. Because of her ”problem“ she wore a bathing suit. It was her dark blue one piece which really showed her shape. I caught a number of the other sailors taking a close look at her while we were getting the boat ready.
We both got lucky in that we were able to handle the wind without difficulty. In one way it was sort of funny because Elle ”hiked“ out to pee through her suit even though there was hardly any wind. Again, the results weren’t all that good but acceptable considering it was Elle’s first attempt. If there was one ”downer“ it was that Elle had to work that night. I rationalized that by saying I still had homework to finish.
As I mentioned before, I’d noticed what I felt was a ”loosening up’ by Elle and that was borne out further when I picked her up at work that night. I pulled up in front of the drug store and slid over to the passenger side of the front seat to open the door for her. She hesitated and asked if I had a towel handy. I ALWAYS had a towel handy in the car but I wasn’t prepared for her to ask about it, especially just getting off from work. I slid back over to behind the steering wheel and pulled a towel out from under my seat and lay it on the passenger seat for her. As she got in she pulled the back of her dress way up and got in. I didn’t see anyone behind her or in the store but if there had been anyone there they would’ve gotten a ‘‘free show“. I know I must’ve had a puzzled look on my face because she asked what was wrong. I don’t know what I said, if anything, but I do remember her taking my hand and placing in on her crotch. Her panties were wet... very wet. I liked the feeling, for sure!.
As we drove away she told me that when she was washing up she had started to leak. Knowing that it was only a few minutes until I was picking her up she went into the restroom and peed through her panties ”just for me“. By then I was hard (and uncomfortable down there) as a rock. We hadn’t parked at our old spot by the abandoned garage since I’d been home. It was the closest place with the most privacy that I could think of and I couldn’t get there fast enough.
No one had been in there for quite a while as I could see all the weeds that had grown up in the entryway. Being in a hurry I just drove straight in. As I did I looked over at Elle and she was pulling her dress up over her head. I’m sure that the sight of that took my breath away. I do remember stopping the car and undoing my pants. I didn’t get them pulled all the way down before she was lying across my lap. There was only a few minutes of ”play“ before things got serious. This time I did have a ”rubber“. I remember lasting quite a long time and Elle loving every second of it. For me, though, it wasn’t as exciting as going ”au-natural“, if you know what I mean.
We didn’t stay there all that long as I had to leave early in the morning to make sure I got to my first class on time. We only had two unexcused class absences and I’d already used one. When I caught up with Rose she was all excited to tell me that the Summer theater near her was going to perform Inherit the Wind, the play we were studying, starting the 1st of August. That was the last day of classes for us and my first thought was it would be too late to be of any value to us. But Rose was like a little kid, all excited, saying that we ”MUST“ see it, that seeing it performed live would ”validate“ all the effort we put into studying about it. I told her I’d think about it.
Truthfully, I was looking forward to seeing her in the hope that her ”free shows“ of the previous week would continue. Like so many of my ”hopes’ it wasn’t to be. She had her period and wasn’t in any kind of mood for frivolity like that. Actually, other than the excitement she exhibited about seeing the play she was in a rather poor mood all week. In class we finished up Inherit the Wind and started on the next play, Picnic.
There was some unexpected excitement during that week. As I mentioned, I did go to the races whenever one of my grandfather’s horses raced. Up to that time I’d seen three races and, due to what I personally thought was poor judgment by the driver, not seen them perform all that well. With a predetermined mind set that I’d see the same thing again, I didn’t bet my usual token $2. The horse won and paid $34 for a $2 bet. I was happy for my grandfather because he was starting to get discouraged as well but mad at myself for not betting. You know.. the old hindsight thing. Even with the win I still didn’t like Benny, the trainer/driver.
Both Van and I had settled into somewhat of a routine each night after we finished our homework. He had to prove that he’d finished his before his parents would let him go out. Since he didn’t have the use of a car, I was his “wheels” when not at the track. A few of his friends hung out at this sleazy tavern and we’d go there and buy a pitcher of beer each and then shoot darts with his friends. He had a midnight curfew so we really didn’t get too rowdy. One of the guys had a sister who would sometimes be there and it was obvious that she had some attraction to Van. As close as I was to him he wouldn’t even admit to me that he was attracted to her. She was certainly attractive enough and seemed to be quite nice. Truthfully, I enjoyed taking to her (when she was there) more that playing darts. She usually wore shorts but it was so dark in that place that any chance for seeing a VPL was slim to none. I do remember thinking I’d like to see her out in the daylight sometime.
To be continued...
I was really hurting in the morning. I couldn’t believe that I was so far out of shape as far as sailing was concerned. Since I didn’t have a crew I prevailed upon Elle to switch with another girl she worked with so she could. As we got the boat ready I was praying that the wind stayed relatively calm for both her sake as well as mine. Elle knew how to sail but hadn’t raced and was very apprehensive. Because of her ”problem“ she wore a bathing suit. It was her dark blue one piece which really showed her shape. I caught a number of the other sailors taking a close look at her while we were getting the boat ready.
We both got lucky in that we were able to handle the wind without difficulty. In one way it was sort of funny because Elle ”hiked“ out to pee through her suit even though there was hardly any wind. Again, the results weren’t all that good but acceptable considering it was Elle’s first attempt. If there was one ”downer“ it was that Elle had to work that night. I rationalized that by saying I still had homework to finish.
As I mentioned before, I’d noticed what I felt was a ”loosening up’ by Elle and that was borne out further when I picked her up at work that night. I pulled up in front of the drug store and slid over to the passenger side of the front seat to open the door for her. She hesitated and asked if I had a towel handy. I ALWAYS had a towel handy in the car but I wasn’t prepared for her to ask about it, especially just getting off from work. I slid back over to behind the steering wheel and pulled a towel out from under my seat and lay it on the passenger seat for her. As she got in she pulled the back of her dress way up and got in. I didn’t see anyone behind her or in the store but if there had been anyone there they would’ve gotten a ‘‘free show“. I know I must’ve had a puzzled look on my face because she asked what was wrong. I don’t know what I said, if anything, but I do remember her taking my hand and placing in on her crotch. Her panties were wet... very wet. I liked the feeling, for sure!.
As we drove away she told me that when she was washing up she had started to leak. Knowing that it was only a few minutes until I was picking her up she went into the restroom and peed through her panties ”just for me“. By then I was hard (and uncomfortable down there) as a rock. We hadn’t parked at our old spot by the abandoned garage since I’d been home. It was the closest place with the most privacy that I could think of and I couldn’t get there fast enough.
No one had been in there for quite a while as I could see all the weeds that had grown up in the entryway. Being in a hurry I just drove straight in. As I did I looked over at Elle and she was pulling her dress up over her head. I’m sure that the sight of that took my breath away. I do remember stopping the car and undoing my pants. I didn’t get them pulled all the way down before she was lying across my lap. There was only a few minutes of ”play“ before things got serious. This time I did have a ”rubber“. I remember lasting quite a long time and Elle loving every second of it. For me, though, it wasn’t as exciting as going ”au-natural“, if you know what I mean.
We didn’t stay there all that long as I had to leave early in the morning to make sure I got to my first class on time. We only had two unexcused class absences and I’d already used one. When I caught up with Rose she was all excited to tell me that the Summer theater near her was going to perform Inherit the Wind, the play we were studying, starting the 1st of August. That was the last day of classes for us and my first thought was it would be too late to be of any value to us. But Rose was like a little kid, all excited, saying that we ”MUST“ see it, that seeing it performed live would ”validate“ all the effort we put into studying about it. I told her I’d think about it.
Truthfully, I was looking forward to seeing her in the hope that her ”free shows“ of the previous week would continue. Like so many of my ”hopes’ it wasn’t to be. She had her period and wasn’t in any kind of mood for frivolity like that. Actually, other than the excitement she exhibited about seeing the play she was in a rather poor mood all week. In class we finished up Inherit the Wind and started on the next play, Picnic.
There was some unexpected excitement during that week. As I mentioned, I did go to the races whenever one of my grandfather’s horses raced. Up to that time I’d seen three races and, due to what I personally thought was poor judgment by the driver, not seen them perform all that well. With a predetermined mind set that I’d see the same thing again, I didn’t bet my usual token $2. The horse won and paid $34 for a $2 bet. I was happy for my grandfather because he was starting to get discouraged as well but mad at myself for not betting. You know.. the old hindsight thing. Even with the win I still didn’t like Benny, the trainer/driver.
Both Van and I had settled into somewhat of a routine each night after we finished our homework. He had to prove that he’d finished his before his parents would let him go out. Since he didn’t have the use of a car, I was his “wheels” when not at the track. A few of his friends hung out at this sleazy tavern and we’d go there and buy a pitcher of beer each and then shoot darts with his friends. He had a midnight curfew so we really didn’t get too rowdy. One of the guys had a sister who would sometimes be there and it was obvious that she had some attraction to Van. As close as I was to him he wouldn’t even admit to me that he was attracted to her. She was certainly attractive enough and seemed to be quite nice. Truthfully, I enjoyed taking to her (when she was there) more that playing darts. She usually wore shorts but it was so dark in that place that any chance for seeing a VPL was slim to none. I do remember thinking I’d like to see her out in the daylight sometime.
To be continued...
Friday, June 12, 2009
A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... Starting to enjoy it (Part 45f)
Considering that it was her first race I thought that she (we) did well. We finished somewhere in the middle of the fleet. By the time we had finished the wind had started to build. When the next race started we had to hike out to keep the boat from heeling over. I could see that she really didn’t like that at all but she was a gamer and tried. The look on her face told the real story. Without going into all the nuances of sailboat racing, suffice it to say that some points of racing has the wind coming over the transom (back). When that happens you can sit inside the cockpit on the floorboards and not have to work to keep the boat from tipping. When Peggy did she had her back to me with her legs up by her chin. As I looked down I saw a very familiar sight. The back of her panties were showing and I knew exactly who made them. There was no mistaking Carter’s Spanky Pants from the unique elastic for the waistband and the label that was right in the middle of the back... the kind that Elle mostly wore to bed or as part of her ”package“. I almost made a comment but caught myself. It sort of amazed me as to how many different girls I knew that either wore them or had worn them when I knew them.
The wind continued to blow and Peggy and I had to really work to keep the boat from tipping too far. I was constantly exhorting her to try and get a little further out from the cockpit. I, myself, was out as far as I could get and still hold onto the tiller (what you use to steer the boat). I remember looking over at her and at one point I could see about half of her panties showing. Unfortunately, I couldn’t spend much time looking or thinking about them as I had my hands full trying to keep control of the boat.
We didn’t do very well in spite of her brave and gallant efforts. It didn’t matter though. It had been fun and I really thought that she learned some necessary thing over the course of the afternoon. On our way back to shore the wind was behind us and Peggy again took a set on the cockpit floor. It was almost as if it was a reward to me for taking her out even though she didn’t know it. If I were to guess I’d say that the waistband of her shorts was down almost to her butt crack. She was cold and was leaning forward with her arms wrapped around her legs which she had pulled up to her chest. Looking at her panties I remember trying to count the number of girls that I either knew or had known who wore the same kind. It was a fun exercise.
I thought my ”fun“ was over when we got to shore but I got one last ”present“. Because we had to launch the boats off the beach by hand it meant that we all had to take turns helping lift the boats back out of the water and up and onto the trailers. When I got near the shore I had Peggy jump overboard to hold the boat while I took the sails down and then went to help some of the others get their boats out of the water. As I had mentioned, the wind had kicked up quite a bit as the afternoon wore on. When I got back to the boat Peggy was struggling to hold on to it. She needed both hands to keep the boat from washing up onto the beach. Her arms were so tired from sailing that she barely had the strength. But I almost choked when I saw that her shorts had fallen down to her knees. Basically, it looked like she was standing there in thigh deep water in just her panties. As much as I enjoyed the view I ran out to grab the boat from her. She pulled the shorts back up and went ashore. She was kind enough to stick around to help derig the boat and while she was doing it I got brave enough to ask what had happened. I remember her answering me but not looking at me as she did. She had popped the waist button right after I had asked her to hike out over the side. As the day wore on a couple more buttons popped and... At that point I thanked her profusely and asked if she wanted to do it again on Sunday. She gave me a big smile and said that she needed a few days to recover. Even if she’d said yes I knew that it wouldn’t be the same. But I also knew that any time that I’d see her again I’d remember the sight of her standing in the water with her panties showing.
I was so looking forward to being with Elle that night that I think the excitement of that masked just how tired I was. I’d worked hard while racing, using muscles that I hadn't used for a long time. It didn’t catch up to me until I turned into my driveway. Seeing my grandparents car in the driveway meant just one thing... that it was going to be really difficult to see her that night. I loved them dearly and really appreciated all that my grandfather did for me getting me started in the harness horse business and loaning me money but they were a problem when it came to Elle. Just seeing their car totally deflated me. Every muscle ached and my hands were throbbing. I’m smiling now but I wasn’t at the time.
I’d pretty much guessed what was my fate for the evening. Dinner and then a ”visit“ with them was on the agenda for me. I was able to sneak a call to Elle to explain and she wasn’t happy in hearing it. I knew that it would generate more conversation from her mother about our wedding plans. On top of that my grandfather gave me a good ”talking to“ about the value of a college education. It was one of those where I wasn't given a chance to speak. It was a long, long evening and I couldn’t wait to escape and to get to bed.
To be continued...
Considering that it was her first race I thought that she (we) did well. We finished somewhere in the middle of the fleet. By the time we had finished the wind had started to build. When the next race started we had to hike out to keep the boat from heeling over. I could see that she really didn’t like that at all but she was a gamer and tried. The look on her face told the real story. Without going into all the nuances of sailboat racing, suffice it to say that some points of racing has the wind coming over the transom (back). When that happens you can sit inside the cockpit on the floorboards and not have to work to keep the boat from tipping. When Peggy did she had her back to me with her legs up by her chin. As I looked down I saw a very familiar sight. The back of her panties were showing and I knew exactly who made them. There was no mistaking Carter’s Spanky Pants from the unique elastic for the waistband and the label that was right in the middle of the back... the kind that Elle mostly wore to bed or as part of her ”package“. I almost made a comment but caught myself. It sort of amazed me as to how many different girls I knew that either wore them or had worn them when I knew them.
The wind continued to blow and Peggy and I had to really work to keep the boat from tipping too far. I was constantly exhorting her to try and get a little further out from the cockpit. I, myself, was out as far as I could get and still hold onto the tiller (what you use to steer the boat). I remember looking over at her and at one point I could see about half of her panties showing. Unfortunately, I couldn’t spend much time looking or thinking about them as I had my hands full trying to keep control of the boat.
We didn’t do very well in spite of her brave and gallant efforts. It didn’t matter though. It had been fun and I really thought that she learned some necessary thing over the course of the afternoon. On our way back to shore the wind was behind us and Peggy again took a set on the cockpit floor. It was almost as if it was a reward to me for taking her out even though she didn’t know it. If I were to guess I’d say that the waistband of her shorts was down almost to her butt crack. She was cold and was leaning forward with her arms wrapped around her legs which she had pulled up to her chest. Looking at her panties I remember trying to count the number of girls that I either knew or had known who wore the same kind. It was a fun exercise.
I thought my ”fun“ was over when we got to shore but I got one last ”present“. Because we had to launch the boats off the beach by hand it meant that we all had to take turns helping lift the boats back out of the water and up and onto the trailers. When I got near the shore I had Peggy jump overboard to hold the boat while I took the sails down and then went to help some of the others get their boats out of the water. As I had mentioned, the wind had kicked up quite a bit as the afternoon wore on. When I got back to the boat Peggy was struggling to hold on to it. She needed both hands to keep the boat from washing up onto the beach. Her arms were so tired from sailing that she barely had the strength. But I almost choked when I saw that her shorts had fallen down to her knees. Basically, it looked like she was standing there in thigh deep water in just her panties. As much as I enjoyed the view I ran out to grab the boat from her. She pulled the shorts back up and went ashore. She was kind enough to stick around to help derig the boat and while she was doing it I got brave enough to ask what had happened. I remember her answering me but not looking at me as she did. She had popped the waist button right after I had asked her to hike out over the side. As the day wore on a couple more buttons popped and... At that point I thanked her profusely and asked if she wanted to do it again on Sunday. She gave me a big smile and said that she needed a few days to recover. Even if she’d said yes I knew that it wouldn’t be the same. But I also knew that any time that I’d see her again I’d remember the sight of her standing in the water with her panties showing.
I was so looking forward to being with Elle that night that I think the excitement of that masked just how tired I was. I’d worked hard while racing, using muscles that I hadn't used for a long time. It didn’t catch up to me until I turned into my driveway. Seeing my grandparents car in the driveway meant just one thing... that it was going to be really difficult to see her that night. I loved them dearly and really appreciated all that my grandfather did for me getting me started in the harness horse business and loaning me money but they were a problem when it came to Elle. Just seeing their car totally deflated me. Every muscle ached and my hands were throbbing. I’m smiling now but I wasn’t at the time.
I’d pretty much guessed what was my fate for the evening. Dinner and then a ”visit“ with them was on the agenda for me. I was able to sneak a call to Elle to explain and she wasn’t happy in hearing it. I knew that it would generate more conversation from her mother about our wedding plans. On top of that my grandfather gave me a good ”talking to“ about the value of a college education. It was one of those where I wasn't given a chance to speak. It was a long, long evening and I couldn’t wait to escape and to get to bed.
To be continued...
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... Settling in (Part 45e)
The thought of what might be coming a little later had me anxious to leave. The problem was her wet and sandy bottom. Some sand had gotten inside the leg openings of her bermudas and as we walked down the road she was very uncomfortable. When we got in sight of her house she could see that the company was still up which precluded her going in and changing. That didn’t help matters, at all. We ended up in her back yard sitting on the steps to her back porch. Because of the fear that someone would find us she wouldn’t let me get to ”cozy“ By the time the adults went to bed she was too cold and tired for any real ”fun“. The one thing she did grant me was to let me feel her peeing in the grass just before she went inside. At least I had an exciting memory to go to bed with.
I was going up the steps to my house when I remembered the new lady next door and the fact that I’d seen her out in the water with her clothes on. There was a large cedar tree between the two houses and I walked up behind it. My eyes were used to the dark so when I peeked out from behind it I could see clothes on the washline. There were lights on in the room closest to the line but the shade was down. I took a deep breath and walked slowly over to it. It was about 35 feet from the tree. By the time I got there I swear I could hear my heart beating. The white panties seemed to glow in the darkness. I quickly pulled the clothespins off and grabbed the panties. I didn’t dare to go inside my house with them so I went to my car and opened the door. Being a convertible there was no dome light but only dim lights under the dash right by the front of the door. After opening the door I dropped to my knees and took a good look at the panties. Like I had mentioned earlier, when I saw the panties on the lady on the beach I noted that I’d never seen that style waist elastic before. I quickly turned the panties inside out to look at the label. I was really nervous and the dim light wasn’t helping but I finally made it out... Vanity Fair. It was a new name to me. They were really nice with lace inserts that went from the waist to the leg elastic that ran down the side seam.
I really wanted to keep them but something was telling me to put them back. They were still damp and as I walked slowly back to the clothes line I held them up to my nose. They had a really sweet smell that I didn’t recognize. When I pinned them back onto the line I could only hope that I’d put them back the same way they had been. I was so wound up when I climbed into bed that I couldn’t go to sleep. I probably rolled and tossed for over an hour but at least I had pleasant thoughts.
Saturday was actually the first official day of racing the sailboats. The Sunday before had been a ”tune-up“ and didn’t count for the season championship. It didn’t really matter to me since I knew wouldn’t be home to finish out the season but the good performance the week before had me really anxious to go do it again. I’d called Rick a couple of times but no one answered. Even though I didn’t have a crew I decided I’d take a chance like I’d done the week before and hope that I could find someone to sail with me. In the past there were usually a few kids from the junior sailing program that were anxious to get a chance to go racing. I really wanted Elle but, being a holiday weekend, she had to work.
I got to the club early hoping to grab onto the first available person. I forgot one thing though... the season was just starting which meant that the junior sailing program hadn’t yet started. There were a few new people that I didn’t know who had joined since I’d last been racing on a regular basis. Two of them were a brother and sister who showed up with a boat. Watching them get the boat rigged it was obvious that they were neophytes. I started chatting with the man and found that when their parents bought their beach house the boat came with it. The previous Summer they had taken some private lessons and thought that it would be fun to try racing. Hearing their background I took it upon myself to introduce him to the race director of the sailing club and told him what I’d just learned. When I’d heard it all I could think of was that they really shouldn’t be out there with us. The director felt the same and, with diplomacy, suggested that it would be best if they started out by crewing with some experienced racers. Unfortunately, he took the guy for himself.
When most of the boats had been launched and I still hadn’t found a crew I, in desperation, asked the girl. When her brother had taken off she’d gone into the club and changed back into her clothes. By the time I asked her I didn’t really think that we could make it out to the starting line in time even if she said ”yes“. When she agreed she said she had to go change. I implored her to go just the way she was. She was wearing dark blue cotton shorts and a white sleeveless blouse. There really wasn’t much wind so I told her there wasn’t much chance of getting wet. She still wasn’t sure but I guess the hang-dog look on my face got to her.
I really hadn’t paid much attention to her, spending my time talking to her brother. Once under way I took a look at her. As far a looks go... well... to be kind, she (Peggy) was a very nice girl. She was 20 years old and going to an all girls college upstate. A couple of my fraternity brothers were dating girls from the same school and I threw their names at her. Unbelievably, she knew two of them. One had dated her freshman year roommate. By the time we got through all that we were at the staring line with just enough time for me to explain what I needed her to do once we started racing.
To be continued...
The thought of what might be coming a little later had me anxious to leave. The problem was her wet and sandy bottom. Some sand had gotten inside the leg openings of her bermudas and as we walked down the road she was very uncomfortable. When we got in sight of her house she could see that the company was still up which precluded her going in and changing. That didn’t help matters, at all. We ended up in her back yard sitting on the steps to her back porch. Because of the fear that someone would find us she wouldn’t let me get to ”cozy“ By the time the adults went to bed she was too cold and tired for any real ”fun“. The one thing she did grant me was to let me feel her peeing in the grass just before she went inside. At least I had an exciting memory to go to bed with.
I was going up the steps to my house when I remembered the new lady next door and the fact that I’d seen her out in the water with her clothes on. There was a large cedar tree between the two houses and I walked up behind it. My eyes were used to the dark so when I peeked out from behind it I could see clothes on the washline. There were lights on in the room closest to the line but the shade was down. I took a deep breath and walked slowly over to it. It was about 35 feet from the tree. By the time I got there I swear I could hear my heart beating. The white panties seemed to glow in the darkness. I quickly pulled the clothespins off and grabbed the panties. I didn’t dare to go inside my house with them so I went to my car and opened the door. Being a convertible there was no dome light but only dim lights under the dash right by the front of the door. After opening the door I dropped to my knees and took a good look at the panties. Like I had mentioned earlier, when I saw the panties on the lady on the beach I noted that I’d never seen that style waist elastic before. I quickly turned the panties inside out to look at the label. I was really nervous and the dim light wasn’t helping but I finally made it out... Vanity Fair. It was a new name to me. They were really nice with lace inserts that went from the waist to the leg elastic that ran down the side seam.
I really wanted to keep them but something was telling me to put them back. They were still damp and as I walked slowly back to the clothes line I held them up to my nose. They had a really sweet smell that I didn’t recognize. When I pinned them back onto the line I could only hope that I’d put them back the same way they had been. I was so wound up when I climbed into bed that I couldn’t go to sleep. I probably rolled and tossed for over an hour but at least I had pleasant thoughts.
Saturday was actually the first official day of racing the sailboats. The Sunday before had been a ”tune-up“ and didn’t count for the season championship. It didn’t really matter to me since I knew wouldn’t be home to finish out the season but the good performance the week before had me really anxious to go do it again. I’d called Rick a couple of times but no one answered. Even though I didn’t have a crew I decided I’d take a chance like I’d done the week before and hope that I could find someone to sail with me. In the past there were usually a few kids from the junior sailing program that were anxious to get a chance to go racing. I really wanted Elle but, being a holiday weekend, she had to work.
I got to the club early hoping to grab onto the first available person. I forgot one thing though... the season was just starting which meant that the junior sailing program hadn’t yet started. There were a few new people that I didn’t know who had joined since I’d last been racing on a regular basis. Two of them were a brother and sister who showed up with a boat. Watching them get the boat rigged it was obvious that they were neophytes. I started chatting with the man and found that when their parents bought their beach house the boat came with it. The previous Summer they had taken some private lessons and thought that it would be fun to try racing. Hearing their background I took it upon myself to introduce him to the race director of the sailing club and told him what I’d just learned. When I’d heard it all I could think of was that they really shouldn’t be out there with us. The director felt the same and, with diplomacy, suggested that it would be best if they started out by crewing with some experienced racers. Unfortunately, he took the guy for himself.
When most of the boats had been launched and I still hadn’t found a crew I, in desperation, asked the girl. When her brother had taken off she’d gone into the club and changed back into her clothes. By the time I asked her I didn’t really think that we could make it out to the starting line in time even if she said ”yes“. When she agreed she said she had to go change. I implored her to go just the way she was. She was wearing dark blue cotton shorts and a white sleeveless blouse. There really wasn’t much wind so I told her there wasn’t much chance of getting wet. She still wasn’t sure but I guess the hang-dog look on my face got to her.
I really hadn’t paid much attention to her, spending my time talking to her brother. Once under way I took a look at her. As far a looks go... well... to be kind, she (Peggy) was a very nice girl. She was 20 years old and going to an all girls college upstate. A couple of my fraternity brothers were dating girls from the same school and I threw their names at her. Unbelievably, she knew two of them. One had dated her freshman year roommate. By the time we got through all that we were at the staring line with just enough time for me to explain what I needed her to do once we started racing.
To be continued...
Thursday, June 04, 2009
A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... Settling in (Part 45d)
Friday of that week was 4th of July so there were no classes. I headed home as quickly as I could that Thursday. All the way there I was hoping for a “homecoming” as good as the week before. Elle had the afternoon off and was on the beach when I got home. I changed clothes and joined her. Just thinking about her and being with her I had a “soft” bulge as I put my bathing suit on. Elle was laying on a towel when I came down the steps. There were a few neighbors in the water and I hoped that they weren’t looking at me. Elle saw my problem and I distinctly remember her laughing. She quickly got up and we ran into the water. We swam out a ways to get away from the people and that effort took care of my “problem”... until I pulled Elle into my arms. She was wearing her old one piece cotton suit with bloomer like leg gatherings. It definitely wasn’t “sexy” but, on her it looked cute. It also had one very distinct advantage... I could easily get inside the leg elastic. If I were to guess, it probably only took me about 10 seconds to make her “crazy”. She wrapped her legs around me and as she did I fiddled around a bit trying to free my penis from my suit. In spite of the fact that we both knew she was “ripe“ she actually helped me get ”plugged in“. I’m sure that if anyone was studying us closely they probably knew what we were up to. But it didn’t matter to us. I don’t remember how long I lasted but I do remember pulling out and pushing her off me when I felt myself starting to come. She wasn’t all that happy at that moment but I knew she’d get over it and that we’d both probably be happy, in the long run, that I had.
Elle had to work that night so I spent time on my homework. I picked her up a 9pm and we ended up sitting at the end of the dock in front of my house. As much as I loved my work with the horses it was moments like this that made me a bit homesick. As far as I remember we ”behaved“ that night, knowing that we had three more nights together.
Some of Elle’s relatives came to visit on the 4th which meant I wasn’t with her. At my mother’s insistence I tackled more of my homework. The house next door had been sold and the new family arrived that afternoon. There were three boys ranging in age from three to seven. That was a big disappointment for me what with all the various girls affiliated with the previous owner. The mother, though, was quite attractive. My guess was that she was probably ten to twelve years older than me. The boys wanted to go swimming as soon as they arrived. I went over and offered to help them unload the car but the mother asked if I could watch the boys while they played in the water. NOT what I’d intended. Little kids and I were not a good match. I don’t know how long it was before she came out to the beach to rescue me but when she did she sat down in the sand somewhat beside and a little in front of me. As I looked over at her while she was talking I saw a beautiful DP (downpants). The way the sun was at that moment I got a great look at the elastic for the waistband. It was one that I didn’t recognize and that made me think about watching their clothesline closely whenever I was home. She thanked me profusely and, as I got up to leave I took another good look.
It was quite warm and humid so I went back into my house to continue studying. For some reason I kept looking over at their beach and after a while I saw the lady standing in the water with it up to her waist and still in her clothes. My mind went quickly into ”overdrive“ and I pictured her having to wash the salt water out of her clothes and then hanging them on the wash line later that afternoon or evening. My mind became consumed with that thought at that point and it was useless to continue to study.
As in most areas, especially at that time, there weren’t a lot of controlled fireworks shows. A couple of the father’s in our little community went around and collected a good lot of the small fireworks that individual families had purchased with the idea of trying to make them as safe as possible by controlling them. I’ve previously described the small community beach and that was where the ”show“ was to take place at around dusk. After supper Elle had been excused from visiting with her relatives. We went for a walk on the beach and headed East. We, long ago, had found a somewhat private place and we stopped there for some light ”action“. Elle was wearing a pair of white bermuda shorts with light blue vertical stripes. I had persuaded her to give me some ”lubrication“ to help me "play" and when she did it was a lot more than she’d intended. Although I was happy, Elle wasn’t. I still swear that with darkness approaching that it couldn’t be seen. In any case, she didn’t want to go home and explain why she was changing her clothes and didn't want to be seen in wet pants. So we waited there until we heard the sound of the firecrackers. I finally persuaded her that, with the oncoming darkness, no one would know. It was almost dark when we got there and we found a place a ways back from the action. We sat down in the sand with our backs against a bulkhead and watched for awhile. I had one arm around Elle when I felt her shudder. It was still quite warm and there was little breeze so I wondered why. I asked her what was wrong and I remember her taking my other hand and placing it in her crotch. Instant bulge! She let me ”play“ in her wet panties for quite a while. Actually, I couldn’t hardly believe that she’d done it since there were at least 20 adults and 35 or so kids there. But, we were way in the back with no chance of anyone being behind us. It was a sign to me that she was definitely ”loosening up“.
To be continued...
Friday of that week was 4th of July so there were no classes. I headed home as quickly as I could that Thursday. All the way there I was hoping for a “homecoming” as good as the week before. Elle had the afternoon off and was on the beach when I got home. I changed clothes and joined her. Just thinking about her and being with her I had a “soft” bulge as I put my bathing suit on. Elle was laying on a towel when I came down the steps. There were a few neighbors in the water and I hoped that they weren’t looking at me. Elle saw my problem and I distinctly remember her laughing. She quickly got up and we ran into the water. We swam out a ways to get away from the people and that effort took care of my “problem”... until I pulled Elle into my arms. She was wearing her old one piece cotton suit with bloomer like leg gatherings. It definitely wasn’t “sexy” but, on her it looked cute. It also had one very distinct advantage... I could easily get inside the leg elastic. If I were to guess, it probably only took me about 10 seconds to make her “crazy”. She wrapped her legs around me and as she did I fiddled around a bit trying to free my penis from my suit. In spite of the fact that we both knew she was “ripe“ she actually helped me get ”plugged in“. I’m sure that if anyone was studying us closely they probably knew what we were up to. But it didn’t matter to us. I don’t remember how long I lasted but I do remember pulling out and pushing her off me when I felt myself starting to come. She wasn’t all that happy at that moment but I knew she’d get over it and that we’d both probably be happy, in the long run, that I had.
Elle had to work that night so I spent time on my homework. I picked her up a 9pm and we ended up sitting at the end of the dock in front of my house. As much as I loved my work with the horses it was moments like this that made me a bit homesick. As far as I remember we ”behaved“ that night, knowing that we had three more nights together.
Some of Elle’s relatives came to visit on the 4th which meant I wasn’t with her. At my mother’s insistence I tackled more of my homework. The house next door had been sold and the new family arrived that afternoon. There were three boys ranging in age from three to seven. That was a big disappointment for me what with all the various girls affiliated with the previous owner. The mother, though, was quite attractive. My guess was that she was probably ten to twelve years older than me. The boys wanted to go swimming as soon as they arrived. I went over and offered to help them unload the car but the mother asked if I could watch the boys while they played in the water. NOT what I’d intended. Little kids and I were not a good match. I don’t know how long it was before she came out to the beach to rescue me but when she did she sat down in the sand somewhat beside and a little in front of me. As I looked over at her while she was talking I saw a beautiful DP (downpants). The way the sun was at that moment I got a great look at the elastic for the waistband. It was one that I didn’t recognize and that made me think about watching their clothesline closely whenever I was home. She thanked me profusely and, as I got up to leave I took another good look.
It was quite warm and humid so I went back into my house to continue studying. For some reason I kept looking over at their beach and after a while I saw the lady standing in the water with it up to her waist and still in her clothes. My mind went quickly into ”overdrive“ and I pictured her having to wash the salt water out of her clothes and then hanging them on the wash line later that afternoon or evening. My mind became consumed with that thought at that point and it was useless to continue to study.
As in most areas, especially at that time, there weren’t a lot of controlled fireworks shows. A couple of the father’s in our little community went around and collected a good lot of the small fireworks that individual families had purchased with the idea of trying to make them as safe as possible by controlling them. I’ve previously described the small community beach and that was where the ”show“ was to take place at around dusk. After supper Elle had been excused from visiting with her relatives. We went for a walk on the beach and headed East. We, long ago, had found a somewhat private place and we stopped there for some light ”action“. Elle was wearing a pair of white bermuda shorts with light blue vertical stripes. I had persuaded her to give me some ”lubrication“ to help me "play" and when she did it was a lot more than she’d intended. Although I was happy, Elle wasn’t. I still swear that with darkness approaching that it couldn’t be seen. In any case, she didn’t want to go home and explain why she was changing her clothes and didn't want to be seen in wet pants. So we waited there until we heard the sound of the firecrackers. I finally persuaded her that, with the oncoming darkness, no one would know. It was almost dark when we got there and we found a place a ways back from the action. We sat down in the sand with our backs against a bulkhead and watched for awhile. I had one arm around Elle when I felt her shudder. It was still quite warm and there was little breeze so I wondered why. I asked her what was wrong and I remember her taking my other hand and placing it in her crotch. Instant bulge! She let me ”play“ in her wet panties for quite a while. Actually, I couldn’t hardly believe that she’d done it since there were at least 20 adults and 35 or so kids there. But, we were way in the back with no chance of anyone being behind us. It was a sign to me that she was definitely ”loosening up“.
To be continued...
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... Settling in (Part 45c)
My first class was at 8am and I’d promised that I’d be back in time to pick Van up and bring him to the campus. It’d taken me about an hour and a half to get home on Friday so I just added another 15 minutes for my trip back. I left home just after 6am and by the time I reached Van’s house it was after 8:30am. By the time I got to class it was over. The traffic had been just unbelievable. I quickly changed my mind about daily commuting.
Rose and I had worked out a schedule for meeting both before and after class. Before class we’d go over what we’d read and how we interpreted it. The meeting afterwards was more to just chat. I learned that she was an only child and, like me, had attended boarding school. She was going to be a Junior at a women’s college located in the city. She was taking Summer courses just to pass time. She said she had no idea what she wanted to do after graduating so was still ”exploring“. When I first met her I got the distinct impression that she was disappointed that her partner was a male. By the second week she admitted that I’d been right but that she was happy now. She’d never really dated and all of her current friends were females so there had been some apprehension. At first she was ”standoffish“ but by the second week that was gone. As I mentioned, there were no really attractive girls in the class. If you were walking down the street and a group of people approached, including Rose, you probably wouldn’t have noticed her except for her height. She had shoulder length brown hair and dark brown eyes. She was well tanned and, for at least the first two weeks, wore Summer dresses. Most of the other girls wore bermuda’s. Unfortunately for me they were mostly print therefore muting any VPL’s.
There was a treed memorial court not far from the main campus. Rose suggested that we go there for our after class meetings to take advantage of the shade as well as to get any breeze that might blow past. There were three cement benches that proved to be quite uncomfortable after sitting on them a while. It was Rose who made the move to the grass under the trees. For the first few meetings she was very demure, carefully folding the hem of her dress under her. It was during the second week that I got an unexpected ”present”. I don’t remember what we were discussing but I remember that she was looking at me when we both heard her named called. There were people walking by on the main path and even though I was looking in that direction I couldn’t tell who it was that called out. Rose twisted around to see who it was and when she recognized this one girl she sort of jumped right up forgetting about her modesty. She first pulled her legs out from underneath her and placed both feet flat on the ground in front of her. When she did I got a great view of her panties. She saw exactly where I was looking. She put her hands out in front of her sort of asking for me to give her a pull to get her started so she could stand up. My eyes never wavered from the target. Once up and on her feet she rushed off to go to the girl who had called out to her.
It’d probably taken less than 10 seconds but as I sat there replaying what I’d just seen in my mind I had a whole new perspective towards our relationship. Truthfully, I’d only looked at her as a means to an end... my getting at least a B in the course. As I said, she definitely knew that I was looking at her panties. I was surprised that she’d made no effort to cover herself. It was almost time for my next class by the time she returned. I was somewhat embarrassed, knowing that she’d caught me “peeking”, but she didn’t say anything about it at all.
The next day, when we went to our meeting place, she surprised me as she sat down on the grass. In my mind she was deliberately giving me a “free show” in that she made no effort to cover herself up as she settled in. Again, she caught me looking and I know I blushed beet red. She didn’t say anything about it and we got on about the play and our assignment. When it was time to go she pretty much reprised the day before by putting her hands out for me to give her a start upwards. Her feet were spread about a foot apart with her knees up under her chin. As she rose the hem of her dress fell downwards into her lap. I could feel the bulge growing but my eyes never wavered. We parted with her saying that we’d meet again the next day. I couldn’t wait!
I know I haven’t mentioned anything about my grandfather’s horses racing. I did go to see them when they raced. The first two times I went I was very disappointed with the way Benny, the driver, raced them. In my mind I felt I could’ve done a better job even though I didn’t have my license yet. Van’s parents were very interested in the fact that I’d chosen such an off beat career path and had pushed me to take them to the races to see what it was all about. As I remember it they were impressed. At the same time my mother was pushing them to come and spend a weekend. They kept saying they would but couldn’t set a date. I was hoping against hope that they wouldn’t because it would mean I’d have to give up my “private time” with Elle whenever they did.
To be continued...
My first class was at 8am and I’d promised that I’d be back in time to pick Van up and bring him to the campus. It’d taken me about an hour and a half to get home on Friday so I just added another 15 minutes for my trip back. I left home just after 6am and by the time I reached Van’s house it was after 8:30am. By the time I got to class it was over. The traffic had been just unbelievable. I quickly changed my mind about daily commuting.
Rose and I had worked out a schedule for meeting both before and after class. Before class we’d go over what we’d read and how we interpreted it. The meeting afterwards was more to just chat. I learned that she was an only child and, like me, had attended boarding school. She was going to be a Junior at a women’s college located in the city. She was taking Summer courses just to pass time. She said she had no idea what she wanted to do after graduating so was still ”exploring“. When I first met her I got the distinct impression that she was disappointed that her partner was a male. By the second week she admitted that I’d been right but that she was happy now. She’d never really dated and all of her current friends were females so there had been some apprehension. At first she was ”standoffish“ but by the second week that was gone. As I mentioned, there were no really attractive girls in the class. If you were walking down the street and a group of people approached, including Rose, you probably wouldn’t have noticed her except for her height. She had shoulder length brown hair and dark brown eyes. She was well tanned and, for at least the first two weeks, wore Summer dresses. Most of the other girls wore bermuda’s. Unfortunately for me they were mostly print therefore muting any VPL’s.
There was a treed memorial court not far from the main campus. Rose suggested that we go there for our after class meetings to take advantage of the shade as well as to get any breeze that might blow past. There were three cement benches that proved to be quite uncomfortable after sitting on them a while. It was Rose who made the move to the grass under the trees. For the first few meetings she was very demure, carefully folding the hem of her dress under her. It was during the second week that I got an unexpected ”present”. I don’t remember what we were discussing but I remember that she was looking at me when we both heard her named called. There were people walking by on the main path and even though I was looking in that direction I couldn’t tell who it was that called out. Rose twisted around to see who it was and when she recognized this one girl she sort of jumped right up forgetting about her modesty. She first pulled her legs out from underneath her and placed both feet flat on the ground in front of her. When she did I got a great view of her panties. She saw exactly where I was looking. She put her hands out in front of her sort of asking for me to give her a pull to get her started so she could stand up. My eyes never wavered from the target. Once up and on her feet she rushed off to go to the girl who had called out to her.
It’d probably taken less than 10 seconds but as I sat there replaying what I’d just seen in my mind I had a whole new perspective towards our relationship. Truthfully, I’d only looked at her as a means to an end... my getting at least a B in the course. As I said, she definitely knew that I was looking at her panties. I was surprised that she’d made no effort to cover herself. It was almost time for my next class by the time she returned. I was somewhat embarrassed, knowing that she’d caught me “peeking”, but she didn’t say anything about it at all.
The next day, when we went to our meeting place, she surprised me as she sat down on the grass. In my mind she was deliberately giving me a “free show” in that she made no effort to cover herself up as she settled in. Again, she caught me looking and I know I blushed beet red. She didn’t say anything about it and we got on about the play and our assignment. When it was time to go she pretty much reprised the day before by putting her hands out for me to give her a start upwards. Her feet were spread about a foot apart with her knees up under her chin. As she rose the hem of her dress fell downwards into her lap. I could feel the bulge growing but my eyes never wavered. We parted with her saying that we’d meet again the next day. I couldn’t wait!
I know I haven’t mentioned anything about my grandfather’s horses racing. I did go to see them when they raced. The first two times I went I was very disappointed with the way Benny, the driver, raced them. In my mind I felt I could’ve done a better job even though I didn’t have my license yet. Van’s parents were very interested in the fact that I’d chosen such an off beat career path and had pushed me to take them to the races to see what it was all about. As I remember it they were impressed. At the same time my mother was pushing them to come and spend a weekend. They kept saying they would but couldn’t set a date. I was hoping against hope that they wouldn’t because it would mean I’d have to give up my “private time” with Elle whenever they did.
To be continued...
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