MORE PROGRESS... really (Part 12c)
Elle and I pretty much fell back into our old routines after that. There were a couple of very important "happenings" that occurred during the next two weeks but, for the life of me, I can't place it, sequentially, time wise. In any case on one night I'd picked Elle up after work as usual and we went to what had become "our" spot over at the inlet. By this time we were both striping to our underwear as soon as we got there. I had one concern because without my jeans on, my "bulge" was now a flagpole. Elle thought it was funny but never once tried to touch it with her hand or fingers. (I'm honestly struggling with the details on this and, as important as it was, they should be right there.) I know it was hot and we were in the back seat, as usual. We'd been there for a while and had gotten quite "involved" but with nothing really touchy/feely. Elle suddenly got up and stepped out of the car. I know I asked her if she was OK but I don't remember her answer, if any. She took a few steps and proceeded to squat down. I knew what she was doing and I wanted to see. I lay across the seat and could see a slight puddling beneath her before it was swallowed up by the sand. Again, I don't remember what was said, if anything, but we both went back to where we were with Elle again lying across my lap. My right hand was resting on her hip (and panties) when all of a sudden she raised her left leg up and then tucked her foot under the knee that was still on the seat. When she did I lifted my hand up, resting it on the back of the seat. I probably thought she had a cramp in her leg or something. In any case she didn't put her leg back down. I really didn't have any place to put my hand so I let it slip back down and onto the inner thigh of her other leg. But when I did my thumb touched her now wet panties. My immediate reaction was to pull it away but I decided to wait for her to move it like she usually did when I got too "close". We stayed that way for a while. Then she dropped her other leg on top of it, trapping it between her upper thighs. I thought that was VERY interesting... and exciting. Even in that position I was afraid to move it. We went back to kissing and Elle, like she'd been doing for a while now, started moving her lower body. At first I thought she wanted me to move my hand and when I did she reached down and actually pulled it up into the wet crotch of her panties. I'll tell you this... I could hardly breath. I didn't move a muscle. I'm sure if I had I would have come. After a bit she raised her leg again and took my hand and nested it right into her crotch. I honestly didn't know what to do. Actually, it was that I was shocked because it was so unlike Elle. (As an aside... that next winter she told me that she'd never masturbated up to that time and when she put my hand there it was because she said it was like there was something telling her to do that. That's the honest truth!) As exciting as that was for me (and Elle) we still had a LONG way to go. But once the gate is opened... :-)
Like they say, time flies when you're having fun. It sure did on that night and when I finally checked the time it was obvious we were going to be late. I actually drove the car home wearing only my underpants. Elle put herself together on the way. In my driveway she just gave me a peck on the cheek and took off running. Nothing came of it but lying in bed I had a wonderful time replaying in my mind what had just taken place.
Like I said before, I really can't remember, on a day to day basis, the sequence of events. However, I know I was trying to find ways to spend as much time at night with Elle as I could. It was probably a couple of nights after my first touch of her wet panties when I picked her up and drove towards the inlet. She was surprised, expecting to go to the gas station. It must've been a Friday night where I'd work on the racecar. Sometimes on those nights she'd not go to the bathroom before leaving work but would go at the station. When we got the car parked she informed me that she hadn't "tinkled" before leaving work and she was worried what might happen when we got "started". We were both in the process of undressing when she sprung that on me. I was already starting to get hard in anticipation of having my hand "locked" into her crotch but that news was all it took. When I was wearing jeans and got my bulge I'd often have to "rearrange" myself to ease the strain and pain. But with no jeans to hold it back... well, there I was with a perfect 90 degree right angle! I tried to temper my voice so as not to appear too anxious. I was still treading lightly because of the incident on the ferry. She'd not said a word about it to me but it was in the back of my mind. Of course I wanted her to pee in her panties but, in trying not to be obvious about it I'd sort of hinted again (and more than once) that it would be perfectly OK to pee (tinkle... her word) by pulling her panties down but got no response. I'm not sure but I think we ended up wading out into the water to about her knees. She usually had her feet moving, afraid of the sand crabs, even when I was holding her. While we were there I thought I heard a very light splashing sound. I had my hands on her pantied butt and all of a sudden I felt something warm on the tips of my fingers. That took care of her problem and created one for me. With her moving her feet she was moving her tummy up and down on mine and that's where my penis was located. It didn't take much...
When we got back in the car and into our usual positions she, once again, raised her left leg. I put my hand on her thigh and once we started kissing she lowered it. Her lower body motions seemed more animated than I remembered. Then she raised her leg again and carefully placed my hand onto the crotch of her panties and lowered the raised leg again. I took the hint this time and started "exploring". WHEW! It was already warm but inside the car, even with the doors open, but after that it was HOT! I couldn't believe how fast I "recovered".
I have to remind you that we were two very naive kids. We knew literally nothing about sex. At this point we were running on instinct. As I'd mentioned a long way back I could "talk the talk" but really had no idea how to "walk the walk". Because of this lack of knowlege we really didn't know where to go next. As Elle had said the first time she'd put my hand between her legs, "something told me to do it". She had no idea what it was... but she'd liked it.
To be continued...
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Saturday, November 04, 2006
MORE PROGRESS... really (Part12b)
When we made the turn towards my house I saw I couldn't pull in the driveway with the boat. I'd forgotten that one of my mother's oldest friends was coming with her family to spend the day. I knew her as "Aunt Sparky" and had met her husband when I was quite young. They had twin girls who were around 16 years old. I hadn't seen them for about 5 years. Aunt Sparky's husband was a Doctor and had interned in Chicago and then started a practice somewhere out there. Aunt Sparky would come East once a year to see her mother and would always make sure to see my mother. When her mother became sickly she wouldn't move so Aunt Sparky and her family came to her. They ended up in Northern New Jersey and this was the first time the whole family had visited my parents in this house. That said... before Elle and I could decide what to do my mother was at my window. Without even asking me how I'd done she, more or less, announced to Elle that she was eating with us. She thought it would make the twins more comfortable to have a girl to talk with and not just me. And... she just KNEW that I'd be happy too, to be with Elle. That part was correct but the other part, as you can surmise, was a problem. Elle started to protest but my mother interrupted by saying that it had been OK'ed by her mother. Then I jumped in, saying that we needed to get cleaned up. My mother countered by saying that everybody was in bathing suits and we were eating hamburgers outside. I started to lose my temper and flat out told her that Elle needed to change. My mother was very aware of Elle's "problem" but sometimes she would just become very insensitive. I told Elle to wait to get out of the car until my mother went on up the path. When she stepped out of the car there was no mistaking the wet patch on her backside. I had to wait to get out until my bulge subsided.
The twins, Linda and Lois... or was it Lois and Linda, were identical. Even at 16 they were still dressed the same. Aunt Sparky said she could tell them apart but there was no way I could. They were attractive but nothing that you would call special... average height, weight and figure. They, like Elle and I, were shy at first. By the time the watermellon came out we were all pretty much at ease. My mother ended up insisting that Aunt Sparky and the girls stay over to the next day. She said that they so enjoyed the beach that it didn't seem fair to have to go home. There was a 3pm train that would get them home in daylight so my mother "won" (as usual). The Doctor, with office hours the next day, had to leave. Their decision pretty much messed up Elle's and my Sunday night. We ended up playing board (bored) games with the twins. Elle and I did get a few minutes alone on her front porch but it was nothing memorable.
My mother "informed" me that I was to eat lunch with the twins the next day. I was told I could invite Elle but I was sure she'd rather have the time to herself. When I arrived home at noon, everybody was on the beach. I swear I hadn't had a thought of the twins panties... until I realized that no one was in the house. I checked the downstairs bathroom and found nothing. I quickly ran upstairs and peeked into the room that the girls were sharing and saw what I was looking for. There was a small pile of clothes on each bed. I went to the closest one and carefully rummaged through them, easily finding the "prize". I don't know if I was disappointed but what I held in my hands was a pair of the ever familiar Carter's Spanky Pants. I checked the label to see the size and I remember it being a 14, the same as Judy's had been. But there was something more. A lot more. The first thing I saw was a name tag sewn into the panties just under the label. "LOIS" My immediate thought was why do they need name tags? They both wear the exact same clothes. The next thing I found was three seperate yellow stains, the largest being about the size of an egg and in the same shape. Since they hadn't expected to stay over they didn't bring a change of clothes and this was the second day for them. I stood there wondering, excitedly, which one was Lois. I went to the other bed and found what I expected. There was a name tag in these as well but there was no real yellow stain. What I did find was something of a line of whitish "cheese" that was crusty. I had no idea what that was. By then my heart was really racing and knew I better get downstairs in a hurry. Aunt Sparky had slept in my grandparents room and as I turned to go down the stairs I saw her clothes laid neatly on the bed. What caught my eye was something pink. Now, I think I've mentioned that I'd pretty much ignored panties Of "older" females. I still don't know why but I'd recently been much more cognizant. I darted into the room and stared down at what was, obviously, a pair of pink panties. Only there was something missing... no leg elastics. That puzzeld me, for sure. It was my first look at "tap panties". I dutifully ate my lunch with them and said my "goodbyes", knowing I had a few unexpected memories to contemplate.
To be continued...
When we made the turn towards my house I saw I couldn't pull in the driveway with the boat. I'd forgotten that one of my mother's oldest friends was coming with her family to spend the day. I knew her as "Aunt Sparky" and had met her husband when I was quite young. They had twin girls who were around 16 years old. I hadn't seen them for about 5 years. Aunt Sparky's husband was a Doctor and had interned in Chicago and then started a practice somewhere out there. Aunt Sparky would come East once a year to see her mother and would always make sure to see my mother. When her mother became sickly she wouldn't move so Aunt Sparky and her family came to her. They ended up in Northern New Jersey and this was the first time the whole family had visited my parents in this house. That said... before Elle and I could decide what to do my mother was at my window. Without even asking me how I'd done she, more or less, announced to Elle that she was eating with us. She thought it would make the twins more comfortable to have a girl to talk with and not just me. And... she just KNEW that I'd be happy too, to be with Elle. That part was correct but the other part, as you can surmise, was a problem. Elle started to protest but my mother interrupted by saying that it had been OK'ed by her mother. Then I jumped in, saying that we needed to get cleaned up. My mother countered by saying that everybody was in bathing suits and we were eating hamburgers outside. I started to lose my temper and flat out told her that Elle needed to change. My mother was very aware of Elle's "problem" but sometimes she would just become very insensitive. I told Elle to wait to get out of the car until my mother went on up the path. When she stepped out of the car there was no mistaking the wet patch on her backside. I had to wait to get out until my bulge subsided.
The twins, Linda and Lois... or was it Lois and Linda, were identical. Even at 16 they were still dressed the same. Aunt Sparky said she could tell them apart but there was no way I could. They were attractive but nothing that you would call special... average height, weight and figure. They, like Elle and I, were shy at first. By the time the watermellon came out we were all pretty much at ease. My mother ended up insisting that Aunt Sparky and the girls stay over to the next day. She said that they so enjoyed the beach that it didn't seem fair to have to go home. There was a 3pm train that would get them home in daylight so my mother "won" (as usual). The Doctor, with office hours the next day, had to leave. Their decision pretty much messed up Elle's and my Sunday night. We ended up playing board (bored) games with the twins. Elle and I did get a few minutes alone on her front porch but it was nothing memorable.
My mother "informed" me that I was to eat lunch with the twins the next day. I was told I could invite Elle but I was sure she'd rather have the time to herself. When I arrived home at noon, everybody was on the beach. I swear I hadn't had a thought of the twins panties... until I realized that no one was in the house. I checked the downstairs bathroom and found nothing. I quickly ran upstairs and peeked into the room that the girls were sharing and saw what I was looking for. There was a small pile of clothes on each bed. I went to the closest one and carefully rummaged through them, easily finding the "prize". I don't know if I was disappointed but what I held in my hands was a pair of the ever familiar Carter's Spanky Pants. I checked the label to see the size and I remember it being a 14, the same as Judy's had been. But there was something more. A lot more. The first thing I saw was a name tag sewn into the panties just under the label. "LOIS" My immediate thought was why do they need name tags? They both wear the exact same clothes. The next thing I found was three seperate yellow stains, the largest being about the size of an egg and in the same shape. Since they hadn't expected to stay over they didn't bring a change of clothes and this was the second day for them. I stood there wondering, excitedly, which one was Lois. I went to the other bed and found what I expected. There was a name tag in these as well but there was no real yellow stain. What I did find was something of a line of whitish "cheese" that was crusty. I had no idea what that was. By then my heart was really racing and knew I better get downstairs in a hurry. Aunt Sparky had slept in my grandparents room and as I turned to go down the stairs I saw her clothes laid neatly on the bed. What caught my eye was something pink. Now, I think I've mentioned that I'd pretty much ignored panties Of "older" females. I still don't know why but I'd recently been much more cognizant. I darted into the room and stared down at what was, obviously, a pair of pink panties. Only there was something missing... no leg elastics. That puzzeld me, for sure. It was my first look at "tap panties". I dutifully ate my lunch with them and said my "goodbyes", knowing I had a few unexpected memories to contemplate.
To be continued...
Thursday, November 02, 2006
MORE PROGRESS... really (Part 12a)
At this point the Summer settled into somewhat of a routine. I spent every night possible with Elle and even though she still wasn't allowing the relationship to get too "touchy-feely" there was movement... mostly hers. We'd be well into a passionate kiss and I could feel her body moving in my lap along with some gutteral sounds. I'd make some slight hand movements and then be rebuffed. I wasn't about to quit though.
The next major memory came the first weekend in August. There were ten sailing clubs in and about our area. Once a season the ten would put together a major regatta taking three days and it was hosted by a "real" yacht club. By "real" I mean that it was like a golf country club in that it had a bar, restaurant and other amenities. I always laughed when I saw the officers walking about in their blue blazers complete with gold braid. We, the competitors, looked like bums in T-shirts and bathing suits walking around bare footed. That said, it was always a great time. I'd won in my class of sailbost the previous year and had made sure that the owner of the market gave me Friday and Saturday off. Elle didn't attend most of my sailing efforts, choosing to use the time to visit with her friends. However, this year, with me trying to win again, she said she wanted to come with me on Sunday to see me get the trophy. I REALLY appreciated the confidence she had in me! Once there she hung around and watched my crew, Jack, and I get the boat ready. Just as we were about to leave for the race course I heard a dockhand calling out for anyone interested in going out in the club launch to watch the races. I waved to Elle as we sailed off and didn't give it another thought.
We had enough wind to overcome the swift current that ran between the mainland and the island. I didn't win the race but placed high enough to win the trophy. I expected to find Elle at the dock waiting for me but she was no where to be seen. Jack had to take off early for a family function so I was left to take the boat apart and get it ready to trail home behind my car. I'd hoped Elle would help me so made a tour around the outside of the club but saw no sign of her. Hoping to get a head start on some of the late finishers I moved the boat and trailer out by the road to complete the chore. There was a hedge that separated the yacht club property from the neighboring house so I knew no one could get ahead of me. I was starting to get really concerned when suddenly Elle came running up. I expected at least a kiss but she ran right past me and to the other side of the boat. It was easy to see she was upset. I asked what was wrong and she just shook her head. When I finished securing the boat to the trailer I walked around to where she was. I again asked what was wrong and she pointed to her crotch. That explained the look on her face. I honestly couldn't see anything on the cuffed pair of white shorts she was wearing. But I, of all people, knew what her motions meant. I then asked what had happened.
Long story short... She'd gone out on the launch to watch the races thinking they'd be over fairly quickly. But the launch wasn't coming out to watch just my race and stayed out until the last race was over. It was over three hours and far beyond Elle's ability to hold her pee. When she first felt herself dribbling she moved to the stern (back) of the launch. No one was there because that's where the fumes from the motor were. With her father being a fisherman and with his own boat she had some knowlege about them and knew there were holes (scuppers) back there to let rainwater run off the deck. She positioned herself sideways and went ahead and peed that way hoping no one noticed. After that she tried to make sure her backside was against the railing and kept the beach bag that she'd brought from home in front of her crotch. Then, when the launch arrived back at the dock, she had to take a big step up to get off. When she did a big squirt came out. She said she made it to a ladies room and dried herself as best she could. I told her I couldn't see anything but she didn't believe me. Then she really shocked me by bending over and told me to look at her butt. That about blew me away. Even though she'd reached a point where stripping down to her underwear with me at night, it was still a game of cat and mouse for me to get a peek of her panties or even a VPL (visable panty line). So, now, here she's giving me a REALLY close VPL and with a pee stain to boot. There was no denying that, at least on her butt, it was noticable. She was back to apologizing again and wouldn't look at me. I grabbed at her hands and made her put her arms around me and gave her a big hug (and kiss). That changed her mood. But, when they called for the trophy presentation, she wouldn't go with me. I understood but was disappointed for both of us. It was, purportedly, the reason she'd come with me.
Access to the island was only by ferry. There were three of them but they could only carry between 12 and 15 cars. When there were boat trailers involved (like with so many of the competitors) it became a very slow process. We got in line and waited and waited and waited. By the time we moved up and actually saw the ferry slip we'd been in line for over an hour. To be fair to those with just cars they would only allow three cars with trailers on each ferry. They would load them first and then would try to get as many cars on as possible behind us. We were finally about to load onto the ferry when Elle let out a little moan. I looked over at her and she gave me a sheepish smile and asked if there were any toilets on the ferry. There weren't and there weren't any at the dock either. You didn't buy tickets to get on board. You got on board and THEN paid your fare. I told her to try and hold on as it would be a quick trip. We were on the right hand side of the ferry and up near the front. There was just room enough to open the doors and get out of the car. Even though the weather wasn't particularly hot, sitting in the car for over an hour with no breeze made it uncomfortable. I got out to take advantage of the breeze as well as the picturesque view. I walked around to Elle's side and she gave me this pained look. Somehow I got up the nerve to suggest that she get out of the car and just pee right there. She looked horrified at my suggestion. I stuck my head in the window and pointed out that no one else had gotten out of their cars and that the way the trailer was located on the ferry no one would see or know. By this time she was sizzoring her legs. Then I told (ordered) her to get out. It wasn't as sharp an order as when I'd told her to take off her dress but it somewhat surprised her. She opened the door and managed to squeeze by it but left it open, effectively blocking anyone's possible view. I grabbed her hand and the next thing I knew I could feel something faintly tickling the top of one of my feet. I looked at her and she had her eyes closed. When she finally moved she looked down between her feet. The pee had already run off to the ferry's scuppers. When the ferry made the turn for the slip we both got back in the car, still not saying anything. I was pretty sure she wasn't mad at me but I wanted her to speak first. When she did it was something along the lines of "I can't believe I let you talk me into that." I'm not sure what I said at that point but I know I'd witnessed something really special.
To be continued...
At this point the Summer settled into somewhat of a routine. I spent every night possible with Elle and even though she still wasn't allowing the relationship to get too "touchy-feely" there was movement... mostly hers. We'd be well into a passionate kiss and I could feel her body moving in my lap along with some gutteral sounds. I'd make some slight hand movements and then be rebuffed. I wasn't about to quit though.
The next major memory came the first weekend in August. There were ten sailing clubs in and about our area. Once a season the ten would put together a major regatta taking three days and it was hosted by a "real" yacht club. By "real" I mean that it was like a golf country club in that it had a bar, restaurant and other amenities. I always laughed when I saw the officers walking about in their blue blazers complete with gold braid. We, the competitors, looked like bums in T-shirts and bathing suits walking around bare footed. That said, it was always a great time. I'd won in my class of sailbost the previous year and had made sure that the owner of the market gave me Friday and Saturday off. Elle didn't attend most of my sailing efforts, choosing to use the time to visit with her friends. However, this year, with me trying to win again, she said she wanted to come with me on Sunday to see me get the trophy. I REALLY appreciated the confidence she had in me! Once there she hung around and watched my crew, Jack, and I get the boat ready. Just as we were about to leave for the race course I heard a dockhand calling out for anyone interested in going out in the club launch to watch the races. I waved to Elle as we sailed off and didn't give it another thought.
We had enough wind to overcome the swift current that ran between the mainland and the island. I didn't win the race but placed high enough to win the trophy. I expected to find Elle at the dock waiting for me but she was no where to be seen. Jack had to take off early for a family function so I was left to take the boat apart and get it ready to trail home behind my car. I'd hoped Elle would help me so made a tour around the outside of the club but saw no sign of her. Hoping to get a head start on some of the late finishers I moved the boat and trailer out by the road to complete the chore. There was a hedge that separated the yacht club property from the neighboring house so I knew no one could get ahead of me. I was starting to get really concerned when suddenly Elle came running up. I expected at least a kiss but she ran right past me and to the other side of the boat. It was easy to see she was upset. I asked what was wrong and she just shook her head. When I finished securing the boat to the trailer I walked around to where she was. I again asked what was wrong and she pointed to her crotch. That explained the look on her face. I honestly couldn't see anything on the cuffed pair of white shorts she was wearing. But I, of all people, knew what her motions meant. I then asked what had happened.
Long story short... She'd gone out on the launch to watch the races thinking they'd be over fairly quickly. But the launch wasn't coming out to watch just my race and stayed out until the last race was over. It was over three hours and far beyond Elle's ability to hold her pee. When she first felt herself dribbling she moved to the stern (back) of the launch. No one was there because that's where the fumes from the motor were. With her father being a fisherman and with his own boat she had some knowlege about them and knew there were holes (scuppers) back there to let rainwater run off the deck. She positioned herself sideways and went ahead and peed that way hoping no one noticed. After that she tried to make sure her backside was against the railing and kept the beach bag that she'd brought from home in front of her crotch. Then, when the launch arrived back at the dock, she had to take a big step up to get off. When she did a big squirt came out. She said she made it to a ladies room and dried herself as best she could. I told her I couldn't see anything but she didn't believe me. Then she really shocked me by bending over and told me to look at her butt. That about blew me away. Even though she'd reached a point where stripping down to her underwear with me at night, it was still a game of cat and mouse for me to get a peek of her panties or even a VPL (visable panty line). So, now, here she's giving me a REALLY close VPL and with a pee stain to boot. There was no denying that, at least on her butt, it was noticable. She was back to apologizing again and wouldn't look at me. I grabbed at her hands and made her put her arms around me and gave her a big hug (and kiss). That changed her mood. But, when they called for the trophy presentation, she wouldn't go with me. I understood but was disappointed for both of us. It was, purportedly, the reason she'd come with me.
Access to the island was only by ferry. There were three of them but they could only carry between 12 and 15 cars. When there were boat trailers involved (like with so many of the competitors) it became a very slow process. We got in line and waited and waited and waited. By the time we moved up and actually saw the ferry slip we'd been in line for over an hour. To be fair to those with just cars they would only allow three cars with trailers on each ferry. They would load them first and then would try to get as many cars on as possible behind us. We were finally about to load onto the ferry when Elle let out a little moan. I looked over at her and she gave me a sheepish smile and asked if there were any toilets on the ferry. There weren't and there weren't any at the dock either. You didn't buy tickets to get on board. You got on board and THEN paid your fare. I told her to try and hold on as it would be a quick trip. We were on the right hand side of the ferry and up near the front. There was just room enough to open the doors and get out of the car. Even though the weather wasn't particularly hot, sitting in the car for over an hour with no breeze made it uncomfortable. I got out to take advantage of the breeze as well as the picturesque view. I walked around to Elle's side and she gave me this pained look. Somehow I got up the nerve to suggest that she get out of the car and just pee right there. She looked horrified at my suggestion. I stuck my head in the window and pointed out that no one else had gotten out of their cars and that the way the trailer was located on the ferry no one would see or know. By this time she was sizzoring her legs. Then I told (ordered) her to get out. It wasn't as sharp an order as when I'd told her to take off her dress but it somewhat surprised her. She opened the door and managed to squeeze by it but left it open, effectively blocking anyone's possible view. I grabbed her hand and the next thing I knew I could feel something faintly tickling the top of one of my feet. I looked at her and she had her eyes closed. When she finally moved she looked down between her feet. The pee had already run off to the ferry's scuppers. When the ferry made the turn for the slip we both got back in the car, still not saying anything. I was pretty sure she wasn't mad at me but I wanted her to speak first. When she did it was something along the lines of "I can't believe I let you talk me into that." I'm not sure what I said at that point but I know I'd witnessed something really special.
To be continued...
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
PROGRESS... of sorts (Part 11c)
Once back at the house Liz went to find Elle some dry clothes. Fred only had one other set of clothes so he couldn't help me. We stayed in the kitchen and I sat with a towel around my shoulders but still in my wet jeans. Shelly had gone upstairs and had changed as well but was still wearing the same shorts and blouse. When Elle came down it was almost funny. She was definitely wearing Lizs' clothes but they actually fit her. I could see her breasts and could see the basic outline of the panties through the material of the shorts. The girls decided to make chocolate chip cookies so I was in no rush to leave. When we did though I wanted use the toilet that was located in the laundry room. When I turned on the light, on top of the washing machine was a bra and pair of panties. I touched them and, as they were wet, knew they must be Shelly's. I picked up the bra and checked the label for size. I still wasn't up to "speed" on that piece of lingerie but I do remember that the number was the same as the one in Elle's bras... 34. But the letter was a "C" and Elle's was "B". Next, I picked up the panties and they would definitely qualify as "fancy panties" as they had a lace applique on both sides of the front. I was about to look at the label when Fred knocked on the door. I quickly put them down and flushed the toilet, without actually going. Hmmmm... I hoped that wouldn't be a problem before I got home.
I remember joking with Elle in the car. It was something about how how good Liz's clothes looked when they fit properly. We both liked Liz but really couldn't understand how she and Fred ever became a couple. They were so different and in so many ways. I desperately wanted to ask about the panties that Liz had loaned her but was afraid to. When we got to her door for our goodnight kiss, she told me that she wasn't wearing a bra. I swear I couldn't tell. All I remember was that she filled out the blouse quite nicely.
With a fresh Northerly breeze for the Sunday sailing races, I ended up finishing up early. Even though my budget really couldn't handle it I decided to surprise Elle by taking her out for dinner. I'd heard about this little Greek restaurant that was East of the town where we'd planned to go to the movies. If everything worked as I hoped we could eat and make the early show. That would give us a fair amount of time for "parking". But, as they say, the best laid plans oft times go astray. The food was good but the service was terrible. When we left it was past the time that the movie started. I just won't go if I can't be there from the begining so we had to find something to do. The end of the Island was only 6 or 7 miles further East and I suggested we drive there and maybe get to see the ferry arriving or leaving. It did neither as there wasn't a boat or ship in sight. I'd never been to tha actual end of the Island so suggested we walk down there and possibly see a ferry coming across the Sound. It took about 15 minutes and, once there, we could see it on the horizon. The wind was still out of the North so we found a protected place to sit and wait. We managed to get "involved" with each other and discovered the ferry after it had actually gone past us. Time wise we still had plenty of time until the second show so went back to being "involved". When we finally got up I think Elle let out a little cry or something. She immediately lifted the hem of her dress and looked in at her crotch. Her head blocked most of my view but seeing any part of Elle's panties with her in them was a treat. She looked up at me and stated what should have been obvious to her without having to look, "I leaked!" or something close to that. She then asked how long it would take to get back to the parking lot. I knew that if she was thinking about a bathroom she was out of luck. The ticket office didn't have one and the snack shop closed at 6pm. I gave her the bad news and I could see that she wasn't happy about it. We started walking back but didn't get even half way when she let out another little cry. I'd been holding her hand but she snatched it away and grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up. I immediately looked around but there wasn't anyone other than us on the beach. When I looked back I could barely see the crotch of her panties but what I did see was a steady stream of liquid leaving it. OH MY HEART! That was the first time I'd seen her pee actually leaving her panties. She just stood there staring at her feet with the sand swallowing up the pee. I had to readjust myself! I'd been thinking all along that maybe she'd squat down between the front and rear doors of the car when we got to the parking lot but I'd never even given a thought to what I was witnessing. After the flow stopped she slowly let the dress back down. She was embarassed and I was excited... VERY EXCITED! I think we stood there looking at each other for a minute and then I took her hand and started on. Once at the car I made what, in retrospect, was a pretty lame statement. I told her that we had to hurry if we were going to make the show. (I'm laughing again as I write this...) She gave me one of those "You've got to be kidding!" looks but I was serious. I told her that she could dry her panties with the beach towel from the seat of the car but that didn't win any "points" for me either.
When I picked Elle up she had a bag with the clothes that Liz had loaned her and had thought that we could possibly drop off on our way. Fred had told me that he had to be back home for dinner so I told her there was no use to go out of our way. She put the bag in the back seat and we took off. I'd almost forgotten that that I'd been curious as to what kind of panties Liz wore the night before when Elle was wearing them. As we headed for the resturant I was thinking of how I could get a look in the bag but couldn't come up with anything plausible. Now, standing there with both of us next to the car I spied the bag in the back seat. I immediately thought of the night I'd given Elle the cotton panties (Judy's) at my house so she could eat with us without going home to change. I reached though the open window and grabbed the bag. Elle asked what I was doing and before I could answer I had the panties in my hand. I held them up and on first glance they looked like the Carter's Spanky Pants. But they were much softer (and thinner). Elle, seeing me hold them up immediately spoke up telling me that she definitely wasn't going to change panties. I explained that by sitting on the beach towel she'd be almost dry by the time we got to the movies. Then she could slip the cotton panties on over hers and be almost dry. She gave me a "look" but took the panties from me and got in the car. I wasn't sure if she'd do it or not but when we got to the parking lot she had already slipped the panties up to her knees.
I probably spent as much time thinking about the cotton panties as the movie. On the way home I was trying to figure a way to get to see them on Elle. However, because we'd gone to the second show and were getting home late, Elle cut our goodnight kiss short. I didn't even get to feel her butt (and the two pair of panties). Walking home I resigned myself to having to wait until Fred and Liz came back for another weekend to have a chance to see them. Even with that disappointment I was pleased with the day as a whole.
To be continued...
Once back at the house Liz went to find Elle some dry clothes. Fred only had one other set of clothes so he couldn't help me. We stayed in the kitchen and I sat with a towel around my shoulders but still in my wet jeans. Shelly had gone upstairs and had changed as well but was still wearing the same shorts and blouse. When Elle came down it was almost funny. She was definitely wearing Lizs' clothes but they actually fit her. I could see her breasts and could see the basic outline of the panties through the material of the shorts. The girls decided to make chocolate chip cookies so I was in no rush to leave. When we did though I wanted use the toilet that was located in the laundry room. When I turned on the light, on top of the washing machine was a bra and pair of panties. I touched them and, as they were wet, knew they must be Shelly's. I picked up the bra and checked the label for size. I still wasn't up to "speed" on that piece of lingerie but I do remember that the number was the same as the one in Elle's bras... 34. But the letter was a "C" and Elle's was "B". Next, I picked up the panties and they would definitely qualify as "fancy panties" as they had a lace applique on both sides of the front. I was about to look at the label when Fred knocked on the door. I quickly put them down and flushed the toilet, without actually going. Hmmmm... I hoped that wouldn't be a problem before I got home.
I remember joking with Elle in the car. It was something about how how good Liz's clothes looked when they fit properly. We both liked Liz but really couldn't understand how she and Fred ever became a couple. They were so different and in so many ways. I desperately wanted to ask about the panties that Liz had loaned her but was afraid to. When we got to her door for our goodnight kiss, she told me that she wasn't wearing a bra. I swear I couldn't tell. All I remember was that she filled out the blouse quite nicely.
With a fresh Northerly breeze for the Sunday sailing races, I ended up finishing up early. Even though my budget really couldn't handle it I decided to surprise Elle by taking her out for dinner. I'd heard about this little Greek restaurant that was East of the town where we'd planned to go to the movies. If everything worked as I hoped we could eat and make the early show. That would give us a fair amount of time for "parking". But, as they say, the best laid plans oft times go astray. The food was good but the service was terrible. When we left it was past the time that the movie started. I just won't go if I can't be there from the begining so we had to find something to do. The end of the Island was only 6 or 7 miles further East and I suggested we drive there and maybe get to see the ferry arriving or leaving. It did neither as there wasn't a boat or ship in sight. I'd never been to tha actual end of the Island so suggested we walk down there and possibly see a ferry coming across the Sound. It took about 15 minutes and, once there, we could see it on the horizon. The wind was still out of the North so we found a protected place to sit and wait. We managed to get "involved" with each other and discovered the ferry after it had actually gone past us. Time wise we still had plenty of time until the second show so went back to being "involved". When we finally got up I think Elle let out a little cry or something. She immediately lifted the hem of her dress and looked in at her crotch. Her head blocked most of my view but seeing any part of Elle's panties with her in them was a treat. She looked up at me and stated what should have been obvious to her without having to look, "I leaked!" or something close to that. She then asked how long it would take to get back to the parking lot. I knew that if she was thinking about a bathroom she was out of luck. The ticket office didn't have one and the snack shop closed at 6pm. I gave her the bad news and I could see that she wasn't happy about it. We started walking back but didn't get even half way when she let out another little cry. I'd been holding her hand but she snatched it away and grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up. I immediately looked around but there wasn't anyone other than us on the beach. When I looked back I could barely see the crotch of her panties but what I did see was a steady stream of liquid leaving it. OH MY HEART! That was the first time I'd seen her pee actually leaving her panties. She just stood there staring at her feet with the sand swallowing up the pee. I had to readjust myself! I'd been thinking all along that maybe she'd squat down between the front and rear doors of the car when we got to the parking lot but I'd never even given a thought to what I was witnessing. After the flow stopped she slowly let the dress back down. She was embarassed and I was excited... VERY EXCITED! I think we stood there looking at each other for a minute and then I took her hand and started on. Once at the car I made what, in retrospect, was a pretty lame statement. I told her that we had to hurry if we were going to make the show. (I'm laughing again as I write this...) She gave me one of those "You've got to be kidding!" looks but I was serious. I told her that she could dry her panties with the beach towel from the seat of the car but that didn't win any "points" for me either.
When I picked Elle up she had a bag with the clothes that Liz had loaned her and had thought that we could possibly drop off on our way. Fred had told me that he had to be back home for dinner so I told her there was no use to go out of our way. She put the bag in the back seat and we took off. I'd almost forgotten that that I'd been curious as to what kind of panties Liz wore the night before when Elle was wearing them. As we headed for the resturant I was thinking of how I could get a look in the bag but couldn't come up with anything plausible. Now, standing there with both of us next to the car I spied the bag in the back seat. I immediately thought of the night I'd given Elle the cotton panties (Judy's) at my house so she could eat with us without going home to change. I reached though the open window and grabbed the bag. Elle asked what I was doing and before I could answer I had the panties in my hand. I held them up and on first glance they looked like the Carter's Spanky Pants. But they were much softer (and thinner). Elle, seeing me hold them up immediately spoke up telling me that she definitely wasn't going to change panties. I explained that by sitting on the beach towel she'd be almost dry by the time we got to the movies. Then she could slip the cotton panties on over hers and be almost dry. She gave me a "look" but took the panties from me and got in the car. I wasn't sure if she'd do it or not but when we got to the parking lot she had already slipped the panties up to her knees.
I probably spent as much time thinking about the cotton panties as the movie. On the way home I was trying to figure a way to get to see them on Elle. However, because we'd gone to the second show and were getting home late, Elle cut our goodnight kiss short. I didn't even get to feel her butt (and the two pair of panties). Walking home I resigned myself to having to wait until Fred and Liz came back for another weekend to have a chance to see them. Even with that disappointment I was pleased with the day as a whole.
To be continued...
Sunday, October 29, 2006
PROGRESS... of sorts (Part 11b)
The heat wave was broken by a violent thunder storm Saturday afternoon. My friend, Fred, from school and his girlfriend, Liz, had come out to her parent's summer home for the weekend. It was located in the next town to the East. They were supposed to go to the races with Elle and me but, since it was a dirt track, the races were called because they couldn't dry it in time. That left us with not knowing what to do with ourselves. I suggested the movies but the both of them had already seen the ones playing locally. Liz suggested that we go to her house. I liked that Idea because I wanted Elle to see it. It was (and in my mind, still is) the most spectacular location for a house by the water I've ever seen. Picture, if you will, a point of land jutting out into a body of relatively calm water. If this had been a truly coastal location and not in a protected bay area, I'm sure there would've been a lighthouse built there. The "true" land was on a bluff about 30 feet above sandy beaches on both sides of it. There was about 3000 feet of beach in total not including a very long sand bar that jutted out into the bay. Liz's father, an ad executive in the city, had the house designed so that you could see water from every room in the house. The living room was truly spectacular as it had big windows facing both East and West. You could watch the sun rise in the morning and set in the evening, all in the same room.
In any case, when we arrived we found that Liz's parents had gone to dinner at the country club and that her sister, Shelly, (she of the tight blouses and shorts) was home alone. I'd been there twice before but had only seen the kitchen, dining room and living room so I went on the tour with Liz and Elle. (I'm shaking my head as I think about it now. It was just so spectacular and was only a Summer home. What a waste!) Upon completion of the tour it was obvious that the storm had passed completely and the new weather front was filling in from the North. The sun was out and blue skies were coming towards us from the Northwest. Even though it was still warm (not hot), the humidity was gone. We all went out to sit on one (of three) patios so we could watch the sun go down. I'd been past this place many times, either sailing or in an outboard, and had observed that, depending on the tide being high or low, there would be sand "islands" all along the sand bar. For whatever reason they intrigued me. As I looked towards the South I could see any number of them and pointed them out. Fred suggested that we go walk the beach and explore them. There were two staircases to the beach. One on the East side and one on the West. To take advantage of the sunset we chose the West one. There were three landings, each with built in benches to give those climbing up from the beach somewhat of a rest.
When we started down I didn't expect that Shelly would join us... but she did. For Shelly, she was typically dressed. A short sleeved blouse with MUCH cleavage and (for that period of time) short shorts. Liz was dressed in her dowdy loose fitting clothes and Elle and I, as we always did on race nights, were in jeans and cotton shirt. Fred, as always, was in bermuda shorts and looked very "preppy". When we reached the beach we all took off our shoes and left them on the bottom step of the stairs. As Shelly bent over to place hers I got a very up close VPL (visable panty line) highlighted by the setting sun. Elle and I rolled up the legs of our jeans and then we headed for the sand bar. I was surprised at how deep the water really was between the "islands" and ended up getting wet almost up to my groin. But I wanted to go out as far as I could. The others dropped off along the way. When I went as far as I dared I turned around and wished I'd had a camera. The settting sun playing on the side of the house made it look almost orange and on fire. It truly was a one of a kind location. As I made my way back towards the others something made me think of the hurricanes from the previous year. THAT must've been something to see!
When we got back to the regular shore line Shelly started to taunt Fred and he started chasing her. The rest of us followed along, taking our time. I could feel just how much the temperature had dropped as I was actually cool where my pants legs were wet. When we caught up with Shelly and Fred, Shelly dared us to go "skinny dipping". She wasn't really serious but meant it as a "dig" at Liz. Liz "bit" and screamed at her that she better not or she'd tell their parents. Still yelling she moved on up the beach towards the stairs. Fred then dared her to do it first. Liz continued to yell at Shelly (and Fred, for egging her on) which only served to embolden her. Elle and I just stood, watching. Then, Shelly pulled down her shorts. The "bulge" started immediately. I couldn't take my eyes off her panties which, in the setting sun, looked like they were a peach color. Her blouse was next but I swear I was looking at her butt and panties. Liz was screaming as loud as she could and Fred had gone down on his haunches to get a closer look. I think he really thought she would strip all the way. But she didn't and, once her blouse was off, ran out into the water. She swam out a ways and then called for the rest of us to join her. I knew Elle wouldn't and I didn't really want to even though I was partially wet. Fred stood at the water's edge still daring Shelly to strip all the way. It got pretty wild after that as Shelly came closer to shore and started splashing Fred. He turned and handed his wallet and watch to me and then ran out towards Shelly. When he caught up with her he ducked her head under the water a few times and then headed back to shore. Elle and I were still just observing and Liz was on the stairs. When Fred got close to shore he started splashing me. I decided "what the hell" so gave Elle my wallet and went after him. I was almost six inches taller so it was fairly easy to take control and duck him. Before long, Fred started on up towards Liz who, in turn, ran up the stairs. I'd gotten completely caught up in the foolishness and decided to go after Elle. When I caught her she was pleading for me not to throw her in. I made her put my wallet down and then I picked her up and started walking out into the water. We were probably only five to ten feet away from shore when she started squirming. She should've done that when I first picked her up when I was still on shore. But, when she started while out in the water I couldn't keep my balance. (Honest!) The two of us fell in about knee deep water. Elle went in face first and came up gasping for air. I helped her up and fully expected her to be mad. For some reason she wasn't. I remember the air was cold (especially in comparison as to what it had been for almost a whole week) so I lay down because the water was actually warmer than the air. Elle did the same and we just lay ther for a few minutes. By then the sun had set and it was quickly getting dark. I helped Elle up and we started for the stairs. Liz was on the first landing, making sure she wasn't going to get involved and Fred and Shelly followed. As we made our way up, Liz did too, making sure she was a whole landing ahead of us. I remembered that Shelly was in her underwear so, even though it was almost dark, I managed to get in behind her on the way up to the next landing. No matter how opaque nylon might be when dry it certainly wasn't when wet. Even though I had absolutely no interest in Shelly at all I sure liked looking at her butt and the panties on it. In the semi darkness it almost looked like she didn't have any panties on at all. I got shuffled back again as we made our way to the top and Shelly ran off into the house so that was the it for panty watching. All in all I considered the whole evening a success.
To be continued...
The heat wave was broken by a violent thunder storm Saturday afternoon. My friend, Fred, from school and his girlfriend, Liz, had come out to her parent's summer home for the weekend. It was located in the next town to the East. They were supposed to go to the races with Elle and me but, since it was a dirt track, the races were called because they couldn't dry it in time. That left us with not knowing what to do with ourselves. I suggested the movies but the both of them had already seen the ones playing locally. Liz suggested that we go to her house. I liked that Idea because I wanted Elle to see it. It was (and in my mind, still is) the most spectacular location for a house by the water I've ever seen. Picture, if you will, a point of land jutting out into a body of relatively calm water. If this had been a truly coastal location and not in a protected bay area, I'm sure there would've been a lighthouse built there. The "true" land was on a bluff about 30 feet above sandy beaches on both sides of it. There was about 3000 feet of beach in total not including a very long sand bar that jutted out into the bay. Liz's father, an ad executive in the city, had the house designed so that you could see water from every room in the house. The living room was truly spectacular as it had big windows facing both East and West. You could watch the sun rise in the morning and set in the evening, all in the same room.
In any case, when we arrived we found that Liz's parents had gone to dinner at the country club and that her sister, Shelly, (she of the tight blouses and shorts) was home alone. I'd been there twice before but had only seen the kitchen, dining room and living room so I went on the tour with Liz and Elle. (I'm shaking my head as I think about it now. It was just so spectacular and was only a Summer home. What a waste!) Upon completion of the tour it was obvious that the storm had passed completely and the new weather front was filling in from the North. The sun was out and blue skies were coming towards us from the Northwest. Even though it was still warm (not hot), the humidity was gone. We all went out to sit on one (of three) patios so we could watch the sun go down. I'd been past this place many times, either sailing or in an outboard, and had observed that, depending on the tide being high or low, there would be sand "islands" all along the sand bar. For whatever reason they intrigued me. As I looked towards the South I could see any number of them and pointed them out. Fred suggested that we go walk the beach and explore them. There were two staircases to the beach. One on the East side and one on the West. To take advantage of the sunset we chose the West one. There were three landings, each with built in benches to give those climbing up from the beach somewhat of a rest.
When we started down I didn't expect that Shelly would join us... but she did. For Shelly, she was typically dressed. A short sleeved blouse with MUCH cleavage and (for that period of time) short shorts. Liz was dressed in her dowdy loose fitting clothes and Elle and I, as we always did on race nights, were in jeans and cotton shirt. Fred, as always, was in bermuda shorts and looked very "preppy". When we reached the beach we all took off our shoes and left them on the bottom step of the stairs. As Shelly bent over to place hers I got a very up close VPL (visable panty line) highlighted by the setting sun. Elle and I rolled up the legs of our jeans and then we headed for the sand bar. I was surprised at how deep the water really was between the "islands" and ended up getting wet almost up to my groin. But I wanted to go out as far as I could. The others dropped off along the way. When I went as far as I dared I turned around and wished I'd had a camera. The settting sun playing on the side of the house made it look almost orange and on fire. It truly was a one of a kind location. As I made my way back towards the others something made me think of the hurricanes from the previous year. THAT must've been something to see!
When we got back to the regular shore line Shelly started to taunt Fred and he started chasing her. The rest of us followed along, taking our time. I could feel just how much the temperature had dropped as I was actually cool where my pants legs were wet. When we caught up with Shelly and Fred, Shelly dared us to go "skinny dipping". She wasn't really serious but meant it as a "dig" at Liz. Liz "bit" and screamed at her that she better not or she'd tell their parents. Still yelling she moved on up the beach towards the stairs. Fred then dared her to do it first. Liz continued to yell at Shelly (and Fred, for egging her on) which only served to embolden her. Elle and I just stood, watching. Then, Shelly pulled down her shorts. The "bulge" started immediately. I couldn't take my eyes off her panties which, in the setting sun, looked like they were a peach color. Her blouse was next but I swear I was looking at her butt and panties. Liz was screaming as loud as she could and Fred had gone down on his haunches to get a closer look. I think he really thought she would strip all the way. But she didn't and, once her blouse was off, ran out into the water. She swam out a ways and then called for the rest of us to join her. I knew Elle wouldn't and I didn't really want to even though I was partially wet. Fred stood at the water's edge still daring Shelly to strip all the way. It got pretty wild after that as Shelly came closer to shore and started splashing Fred. He turned and handed his wallet and watch to me and then ran out towards Shelly. When he caught up with her he ducked her head under the water a few times and then headed back to shore. Elle and I were still just observing and Liz was on the stairs. When Fred got close to shore he started splashing me. I decided "what the hell" so gave Elle my wallet and went after him. I was almost six inches taller so it was fairly easy to take control and duck him. Before long, Fred started on up towards Liz who, in turn, ran up the stairs. I'd gotten completely caught up in the foolishness and decided to go after Elle. When I caught her she was pleading for me not to throw her in. I made her put my wallet down and then I picked her up and started walking out into the water. We were probably only five to ten feet away from shore when she started squirming. She should've done that when I first picked her up when I was still on shore. But, when she started while out in the water I couldn't keep my balance. (Honest!) The two of us fell in about knee deep water. Elle went in face first and came up gasping for air. I helped her up and fully expected her to be mad. For some reason she wasn't. I remember the air was cold (especially in comparison as to what it had been for almost a whole week) so I lay down because the water was actually warmer than the air. Elle did the same and we just lay ther for a few minutes. By then the sun had set and it was quickly getting dark. I helped Elle up and we started for the stairs. Liz was on the first landing, making sure she wasn't going to get involved and Fred and Shelly followed. As we made our way up, Liz did too, making sure she was a whole landing ahead of us. I remembered that Shelly was in her underwear so, even though it was almost dark, I managed to get in behind her on the way up to the next landing. No matter how opaque nylon might be when dry it certainly wasn't when wet. Even though I had absolutely no interest in Shelly at all I sure liked looking at her butt and the panties on it. In the semi darkness it almost looked like she didn't have any panties on at all. I got shuffled back again as we made our way to the top and Shelly ran off into the house so that was the it for panty watching. All in all I considered the whole evening a success.
To be continued...
Friday, October 27, 2006
PROGRESS... of sorts (Part 11a)
For me, the surprises kept coming. As I came down the stairs the next morning I saw Elle pacing behind my car. She NEVER got up that early in the Summer. That, and the fact that she was pacing concerned me. Something had to be radically wrong. I ran down the path to meet her and before I even got to her I could see she was upset. I asked what was wrong and she just shook her head. It was obvious she wanted to see me but here I was and she wouldn't talk. I asked if she wanted to go for a walk and she nodded "yes". Walking the beach right after sunrise and with the bay just like a mirror was always a treat. I hadn't done it since I'd started working at the market and I thought the serenity of it would help the situation. We walked towards the East. All the homeowners had built groins from thier bulkheads down to the waters edge to try and control beach erosion. We had to climb over all of them and at each one I did get a peek of Elle's panties up the leg openings of her shorts but it didn't do anything for me. All I was interested in was what was going on in Elles' mind. The end of what we considered to be "our" beach was in front of the largest house in our community. It was truly a mansion with (from rumor) 10 to 12 bedrooms. In fact, to the locals, it was known as "The Mansion". The owners were from the Chicago area and used it (sparingly) as a Summer retreat. They owned approximately 1000 feet of beach front and the Easterly end was as far as we could walk without having to get wet. There was a flight of stairs up to a concrete gazebo at that point and as idyllic as that would've been we chose to stay on and by the stairs.
I sat down hoping that Elle would sit on my lap or at least next to me. She didn't. She started pacing again with the tips of the fingers of both hands tapping against each other. By now I was getting impatient. I was late for work and it was obvious that Elle still wasn't ready to talk. I think I said but one word... "please..." but I said it in a plaintive voice. It worked, and she finally started.
OK... Here's a bit of a disclaimer. She had a lot to say and a lot of it was emotional and somewhat disjointed. I had a hard time following a lot of it but what I'm about to write is basically what I took away from it. Of course, a lot of time has passed since then but, because Elle and I reminisced about it any number of times as our relationship grew, I feel it's fairly accurate.
It was really a continuation of where she was the night before. She was totally embarassed for having wet heself so many time in front of me and she was sure that it would turn me away from her. She was afraid that someday she was going to embarass me and she didn't want that to happen. She was apologizing because she couldn't control herself as well as she had been able to before and didn't know why. There was more, a lot more, but for this journal I'll leave it at that.
I tried to interrupt but she wouldn't let me. Finally, with tears flowing, she finally sat down on the step below me. I wanted to say so much but... I didn't want to say anything that would upset her even more. I was also afraid that if I didn't say anything that it would send the wrong message. So much pressure on an 18 year old! I rubbed her back between her shoulder blades and that seemed to calm her somewhat. I think the first thing I actually uttered was to ask if I could ask her a question. When she nodded "yes" I asked about what her doctor said about the wetting. She shrugged and said she didn't know but that her mother had told her that the doctor didn't know what he was talking about. (Another "aside' about her mother... As I mentioned in an earlier post, Elle's mother pretty much belived everything that her first employer had told her when she came to this country. For some unknown reason, that lady had a major distrust of doctors which, in turn, got passed on to Elle's mother. I also learned, much later, that Elle's mother was deathly afraid of the thought of any kind of surgery and, because of that, rejected any suggestions along those lines.) That kind of shocked me as my parents had complete confidence in the same doctor that Elle and her parents used. In any case, her allowing me to ask one question led me to ask some more. She seemed much calmer and didn't hesitate to answer. I learned that she'd pretty much avioded a lot of embarassment in school as she made sure she used a toilet after each class. Her biggest problem was with Phys Ed and athletics. In those cases it was mostly a case of "dribbles" and not a complete wetting. She'd learned that when she felt a bit wet from "dribbling" that she better head for a bathroom. In the school situation it had worked for her. But she also told me that it seemed that she now had less time from when the "dribbles" started until she couldn't hold on any longer and that REALLY bothered her. With us out "parking" in remote places that created a BIG problem, as it had the night before. I had to be very careful at this point because I'd suggested to her at least once that she just get out of the car, pull down her panties and pee. She'd rejected that suggestion and, although I liked the ultimate result of it, there, at that moment in time I was truly more interested in trying to resolve the current dilemma in her mind. I, again, suggested that she could just hide behind the car and I'd not "peek". (I have a smile on my face as I write this...) She turned around and looked directly at me and said something along the lines of "I can't do that! My mother would kill me!" And she was serious! I, of course, persued this thought. But, just as some people have phobias about all sorts of things that the majority of us can't fathom, her mother had driven the idea that she was not to get naked (her privates and breasts) in front of any man until she got married. I don't know what sort of expression I had on my face but if it was anything like the one on it now... :-) I know I had to "bite my tounge". But, in hindsight, it was perfect for me. Somewhere along the line I looked at my watch and suggested that we head back. I continued to ask questions and I can't remember any of them. I do know I asked her to tell me about what she considered her most embarassing situations (other than with me). The specifics don't really matter but it did serve to pass the time on the walk back. As it turned out it also got her discussing the subject freely. That was important because it indicated that she was comfortable with me. Maybe not to the point of taking her panties off with me around but that, combined with the fact that she would now strip down to her underwear while with me, was an incredibly good sign for me.
My mother was all over me when we got back. It was all about responsibility and committment and how I'd let my boss down. Elle, fortunately, had continued on down the beach past my house so didn't share in the tongue lashing I got. My boss was OK with it when I explained the situation. He liked Elle. I offered to give up my lunch hour and he accepted it. He did allow me time to go pick up Elle for her work and when I did I found her to be in a much better state of mind. That night, at the gas station, I got as much done on the racecar as I could before going to get Elle. I wanted to have as much time as possible be alone with her to make sure everything was back to "normal". By the time I finished up we had over an hour until "curfew". But Elle didn't want to go back to the "parking" place on the inlet. We ended up in the parking lot at the sailing club. There were a number of other cars there but it didn't matter as all Elle wanted to do was to be held by me. Since she didn't want to talk I took the lead. I'd had all day to think about what I wanted to tell her. Basically I told her that I really felt bad that her "problem" had gotten worse but that it (the "problem") didn't change anything about the way I felt about her. Because she was in my arms and facing the same direction as I was, I couldn't see her face and she didn't verbally respond. I was hoping for something... anything, in the way of an acknowlegement. It wasn't until I said I loved her that she did respond by getting up on her knees and then kissing me. We ended up going home soon afterwards. In bed it was another unsettled night of wondering exactly what was going on in Elle's mind but I did feel a lot more secure with the relationship between us.
To be continued...
For me, the surprises kept coming. As I came down the stairs the next morning I saw Elle pacing behind my car. She NEVER got up that early in the Summer. That, and the fact that she was pacing concerned me. Something had to be radically wrong. I ran down the path to meet her and before I even got to her I could see she was upset. I asked what was wrong and she just shook her head. It was obvious she wanted to see me but here I was and she wouldn't talk. I asked if she wanted to go for a walk and she nodded "yes". Walking the beach right after sunrise and with the bay just like a mirror was always a treat. I hadn't done it since I'd started working at the market and I thought the serenity of it would help the situation. We walked towards the East. All the homeowners had built groins from thier bulkheads down to the waters edge to try and control beach erosion. We had to climb over all of them and at each one I did get a peek of Elle's panties up the leg openings of her shorts but it didn't do anything for me. All I was interested in was what was going on in Elles' mind. The end of what we considered to be "our" beach was in front of the largest house in our community. It was truly a mansion with (from rumor) 10 to 12 bedrooms. In fact, to the locals, it was known as "The Mansion". The owners were from the Chicago area and used it (sparingly) as a Summer retreat. They owned approximately 1000 feet of beach front and the Easterly end was as far as we could walk without having to get wet. There was a flight of stairs up to a concrete gazebo at that point and as idyllic as that would've been we chose to stay on and by the stairs.
I sat down hoping that Elle would sit on my lap or at least next to me. She didn't. She started pacing again with the tips of the fingers of both hands tapping against each other. By now I was getting impatient. I was late for work and it was obvious that Elle still wasn't ready to talk. I think I said but one word... "please..." but I said it in a plaintive voice. It worked, and she finally started.
OK... Here's a bit of a disclaimer. She had a lot to say and a lot of it was emotional and somewhat disjointed. I had a hard time following a lot of it but what I'm about to write is basically what I took away from it. Of course, a lot of time has passed since then but, because Elle and I reminisced about it any number of times as our relationship grew, I feel it's fairly accurate.
It was really a continuation of where she was the night before. She was totally embarassed for having wet heself so many time in front of me and she was sure that it would turn me away from her. She was afraid that someday she was going to embarass me and she didn't want that to happen. She was apologizing because she couldn't control herself as well as she had been able to before and didn't know why. There was more, a lot more, but for this journal I'll leave it at that.
I tried to interrupt but she wouldn't let me. Finally, with tears flowing, she finally sat down on the step below me. I wanted to say so much but... I didn't want to say anything that would upset her even more. I was also afraid that if I didn't say anything that it would send the wrong message. So much pressure on an 18 year old! I rubbed her back between her shoulder blades and that seemed to calm her somewhat. I think the first thing I actually uttered was to ask if I could ask her a question. When she nodded "yes" I asked about what her doctor said about the wetting. She shrugged and said she didn't know but that her mother had told her that the doctor didn't know what he was talking about. (Another "aside' about her mother... As I mentioned in an earlier post, Elle's mother pretty much belived everything that her first employer had told her when she came to this country. For some unknown reason, that lady had a major distrust of doctors which, in turn, got passed on to Elle's mother. I also learned, much later, that Elle's mother was deathly afraid of the thought of any kind of surgery and, because of that, rejected any suggestions along those lines.) That kind of shocked me as my parents had complete confidence in the same doctor that Elle and her parents used. In any case, her allowing me to ask one question led me to ask some more. She seemed much calmer and didn't hesitate to answer. I learned that she'd pretty much avioded a lot of embarassment in school as she made sure she used a toilet after each class. Her biggest problem was with Phys Ed and athletics. In those cases it was mostly a case of "dribbles" and not a complete wetting. She'd learned that when she felt a bit wet from "dribbling" that she better head for a bathroom. In the school situation it had worked for her. But she also told me that it seemed that she now had less time from when the "dribbles" started until she couldn't hold on any longer and that REALLY bothered her. With us out "parking" in remote places that created a BIG problem, as it had the night before. I had to be very careful at this point because I'd suggested to her at least once that she just get out of the car, pull down her panties and pee. She'd rejected that suggestion and, although I liked the ultimate result of it, there, at that moment in time I was truly more interested in trying to resolve the current dilemma in her mind. I, again, suggested that she could just hide behind the car and I'd not "peek". (I have a smile on my face as I write this...) She turned around and looked directly at me and said something along the lines of "I can't do that! My mother would kill me!" And she was serious! I, of course, persued this thought. But, just as some people have phobias about all sorts of things that the majority of us can't fathom, her mother had driven the idea that she was not to get naked (her privates and breasts) in front of any man until she got married. I don't know what sort of expression I had on my face but if it was anything like the one on it now... :-) I know I had to "bite my tounge". But, in hindsight, it was perfect for me. Somewhere along the line I looked at my watch and suggested that we head back. I continued to ask questions and I can't remember any of them. I do know I asked her to tell me about what she considered her most embarassing situations (other than with me). The specifics don't really matter but it did serve to pass the time on the walk back. As it turned out it also got her discussing the subject freely. That was important because it indicated that she was comfortable with me. Maybe not to the point of taking her panties off with me around but that, combined with the fact that she would now strip down to her underwear while with me, was an incredibly good sign for me.
My mother was all over me when we got back. It was all about responsibility and committment and how I'd let my boss down. Elle, fortunately, had continued on down the beach past my house so didn't share in the tongue lashing I got. My boss was OK with it when I explained the situation. He liked Elle. I offered to give up my lunch hour and he accepted it. He did allow me time to go pick up Elle for her work and when I did I found her to be in a much better state of mind. That night, at the gas station, I got as much done on the racecar as I could before going to get Elle. I wanted to have as much time as possible be alone with her to make sure everything was back to "normal". By the time I finished up we had over an hour until "curfew". But Elle didn't want to go back to the "parking" place on the inlet. We ended up in the parking lot at the sailing club. There were a number of other cars there but it didn't matter as all Elle wanted to do was to be held by me. Since she didn't want to talk I took the lead. I'd had all day to think about what I wanted to tell her. Basically I told her that I really felt bad that her "problem" had gotten worse but that it (the "problem") didn't change anything about the way I felt about her. Because she was in my arms and facing the same direction as I was, I couldn't see her face and she didn't verbally respond. I was hoping for something... anything, in the way of an acknowlegement. It wasn't until I said I loved her that she did respond by getting up on her knees and then kissing me. We ended up going home soon afterwards. In bed it was another unsettled night of wondering exactly what was going on in Elle's mind but I did feel a lot more secure with the relationship between us.
To be continued...
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
THE JOURNEY BEGINS (Part 10e)
Normally, when I'd get a chance to take a break in the afternoon I'd run over to the drug store and have a coke so I could be with Elle. On this afternoon I got another surprise. Elle came over to see me! As I said before, if we'd talked earlier we didn't say much. Initially I thought something was wrong but it was just that she'd decided to surprise me. By then I was starting to realize that, for whatever reason, what had happened the night before was not a problem. However, I was still waiting for the proverbial "other shoe to drop". When we got in the car to go home for supper I got another surprise. It was another kiss. Now I've said that I was the one who had to take the initiative but what I haven't mentioned is that another one of Elle's mother's "rules" was that she was not to kiss or hug in public... and up to now we hadn't. Elle taking the initiative AND in public, to boot, was really a big change. I liked it... but didn't understand it... and wasn't going to ask why. I do remember her sitting unusually close to me on the trip home until we were almost there.
Without a lot of words and with some unusual and unexpected expressions of affection from Elle, my whole mood had changed. The three hours from 6pm to 9pm took what seemed like forever to pass by. I was so anxious to get back to Elle that I closed the station early. On a normal night she would be outside the store waiting for me. On this night the store was still open and she and her co-worker, Patty, were in the process of closing up. When I walked in the door it was Elle's turn to be surprised. As soon as Patty saw me she told Elle to go ahead and leave and that she would finish and lock up. I took Elle by the hand and headed for my car. The heat wave was still around but we'd finally seen some breeze. It only took a few minutes to get to our "parking" place by the inlet. Normally, Elle would take off her crinoline (and slip if she wore one) at work and would have them over her arm when I picked her up. But, because I'd upset her routine by arriving early she was still wearing them. After I parked the car I got out and opened all the doors (it was a 4 door) to try and get some air to move through it. When I got to the passenger door Elle was in the process of taking them off. Under normal circumstances Elle would've stopped and waited until I either turned my back or walked away. She didn't. I stood there and watched, getting a fairly good look at her panties. It was a good start on a "bulge"! When she finished she got out and we walked down to the water. As I did the last time we'd been there I took my boots off and started out into the water without rolling my pants up. But this time I didn't have to try and pursuade Elle to join me. As soon as her feet hit the water she gathered her skirt and walked right in with me. Holding her by the other hand I tried look down to see just how far up she'd pulled the hem up. Like I've mentioned before, I don't understand the thinking of females when walking in water. She had her skirt up at her hip. Unfortunatly for me it was the other side and I really couldn't see anything. We stopped when the water reached my knees. For Elle that meant the water was above hers. She pulled her other hand free from mine and proceeded to pull her whole skirt up above her waist and made it into somewhat of a ball. I turned towards her, put my arms around her and kissed her. She was worried that the skirt would come down into the water on her backside so I told her I'd hold it up. Well I did... by putting both hands on her butt cheeks (and her panties) with my arms pressed against her back and her skirt. I knew the panties were nothing special but you can believe me when I say they sure felt good (as well as what was under them). I could've stayed there like that all night. But, because of a stupid sand crab, we didn't. Elle kind of jumped up into my arms, trying to get her feet off the bottom. I told her to wrap her legs around mine and then I carried her ashore. As I'm sure you alreday know that I was sporting a very large bulge by then. When I was carrying Elle ashore she was on the "right spot". When I was letting her down I thought for sure I'd come... but I didn't.
We ended up leaning against my car but apart. Elle was holding her skirt up to keep it off her wet legs but this time it was barely above her knees. I didn't want to push my luck as I'd just enjoyed one of the most sensuous times of my life so I kept my thoughts (wishes) to myself and just waited for a while. It worked because Elle finally came over and stood in front of me. She put her arms around me, just above my waist, and then looked up at me and said "I love you...". Now you have to understand that those words didn't come easily for her. When we we'd been kissing and "heated up" in the past she'd sort of mumble them in response to my having said them to her. This time I hadn't said a word... and they were clearly spoken. Something definitely had changed.
I remember being as happy as I'd ever been with her. I hadn't expected to hear those words and the intonation and inflection of her words told me they were from the heart. We stood there kissing for I don't know how long. I was ready to sit down by then. I'd been mostly on my feet since 7am and here it was somwhere around 10pm. I got in the back seat and slid in to be on the drivers side. I looked over to see where Elle was. I couldn't belive my eyes when I saw Elle stepping out of her skirt. Not that my bulge could've gotten any bigger but I think it tried. She lay down in my lap, looking up at me. As usual, I cradled her head in my left arm and rested my right hand on her hip but this time it was right smack dab on her panties. I couldn't have asked for more. As I remember it, we stayed that way for a while, not really talking or doing all that much. Suddenly Elle pushed herself up and ended up kneeling beside me. She said that she thought it was time to go home. I flicked on the dome light and looked at my watch. It showed that it wasn't even 10:30pm and simce it only took about 10 minutes to get home I was puzzled. I looked at her to tell her and saw she had one hand between her legs up into her crotch. She gave me one of those "looks" as if to say I can't help it. I asked her how "bad" was it and she said that she'd leaked while we were lying there. I told her that she should just get out and go beside the car. I couldn't believe I was actually saying those words, out loud, to her. She shook her head as if to say "no" and insisted that we go home. I was sommewhat disappointed but didn't want to do anything to spoil what had been a pretty special day for me. She got out and was wrapping her skirt around herself when I heard her give out a little cry. I was on the drivers side of the car and she was on the other side. I ducked down to look through the car and saw her just as she threw her skirt back on the front seat and squatted down. I called over to her and asked if she was OK. I got no answer. I walked around the front of the car and could see her feet and part of her fanny (and panties) under the door. I could also see a small puddle between her feet.
I felt sorry for her because I knew how much her "problem" bothered her. Not that we'd talked about it but I could see how she'd react after each incident. That, and the fact that Nan had told me a little bit about her feelings and how she worried that it'd be something that would turn me away from her. I can tell you, unequivocally, that it didn't bother me at all. But I had no idea how to tell her that. In fact, I wanted to tell her just how much it turned me on. I was VERY conflicted as I stood there. Finally she stood up. When she found where I was I'm sure, if it'd been daylight, that I would've seen that her face was flushed from embarassment. But it was dark enough that I couldn't see much at all. I walked around the car door and took her in my arms. She wasn't crying but she also wasn't very responsive either. Especially when compared to earlier. As much as I wanted to reach down and touch those wet panties I somehow resisted. I just held her tight and stood there with her with neither of us talking. Finally, she pushed gently away and reached into the car for her skirt. I watched her wrap it around her, slowly covering her wet panties, and wishing I knew what to say.
I don't remember any conversation on the way home. I parked my car, as always, in my driveway and walked her home. We got to her door and when I went to give her a hug she started talking. It was almost a whisper. She was holding both my hands in front of her and I heard her say "I'm sorry..." Like a typical 18 year old guy, I didn't know what to say. I had no idea what she was sorry for. I tried to break free so I could hold her but she wouldn't let go of my hands. I knew we still had some time until 11pm so I just stood there, looking at her. She was looking sort of sideways, towards the ground. The next thing I heard her whisper was "I really can't help it." or something close to it. Finally, the "light" went on in my brain. I know I mumbled something trite in return. I know what I WANTED to say... but didn't dare. After another pause she again repeated "I'm sorry...". This time I did get my hands free and put my arms around her (waist) and now it was my turn to say "I love you!" That did it! Tears. I had no idea what to say or do. I stood there with my arms wrapped around her, feeling her chest rising and falling with her crying as she tried to stop. I finally got concerned about the time and indicated to her that it was time to go in. When we'd arrived I was hoping she'd invite me in as she'd done the night before. Because I really didn't know what to do in this situation I was glad she didn't. She'd pretty much gotten control of herself as she disapperaed into the darkness of her house. I think I just stood there by the door for at least a few minutes. Back at home it took a long time for me to sort out the whole day. It was another night of rolling and tossing. (... and of course the hot weather didn't help!)
To be continued...
Normally, when I'd get a chance to take a break in the afternoon I'd run over to the drug store and have a coke so I could be with Elle. On this afternoon I got another surprise. Elle came over to see me! As I said before, if we'd talked earlier we didn't say much. Initially I thought something was wrong but it was just that she'd decided to surprise me. By then I was starting to realize that, for whatever reason, what had happened the night before was not a problem. However, I was still waiting for the proverbial "other shoe to drop". When we got in the car to go home for supper I got another surprise. It was another kiss. Now I've said that I was the one who had to take the initiative but what I haven't mentioned is that another one of Elle's mother's "rules" was that she was not to kiss or hug in public... and up to now we hadn't. Elle taking the initiative AND in public, to boot, was really a big change. I liked it... but didn't understand it... and wasn't going to ask why. I do remember her sitting unusually close to me on the trip home until we were almost there.
Without a lot of words and with some unusual and unexpected expressions of affection from Elle, my whole mood had changed. The three hours from 6pm to 9pm took what seemed like forever to pass by. I was so anxious to get back to Elle that I closed the station early. On a normal night she would be outside the store waiting for me. On this night the store was still open and she and her co-worker, Patty, were in the process of closing up. When I walked in the door it was Elle's turn to be surprised. As soon as Patty saw me she told Elle to go ahead and leave and that she would finish and lock up. I took Elle by the hand and headed for my car. The heat wave was still around but we'd finally seen some breeze. It only took a few minutes to get to our "parking" place by the inlet. Normally, Elle would take off her crinoline (and slip if she wore one) at work and would have them over her arm when I picked her up. But, because I'd upset her routine by arriving early she was still wearing them. After I parked the car I got out and opened all the doors (it was a 4 door) to try and get some air to move through it. When I got to the passenger door Elle was in the process of taking them off. Under normal circumstances Elle would've stopped and waited until I either turned my back or walked away. She didn't. I stood there and watched, getting a fairly good look at her panties. It was a good start on a "bulge"! When she finished she got out and we walked down to the water. As I did the last time we'd been there I took my boots off and started out into the water without rolling my pants up. But this time I didn't have to try and pursuade Elle to join me. As soon as her feet hit the water she gathered her skirt and walked right in with me. Holding her by the other hand I tried look down to see just how far up she'd pulled the hem up. Like I've mentioned before, I don't understand the thinking of females when walking in water. She had her skirt up at her hip. Unfortunatly for me it was the other side and I really couldn't see anything. We stopped when the water reached my knees. For Elle that meant the water was above hers. She pulled her other hand free from mine and proceeded to pull her whole skirt up above her waist and made it into somewhat of a ball. I turned towards her, put my arms around her and kissed her. She was worried that the skirt would come down into the water on her backside so I told her I'd hold it up. Well I did... by putting both hands on her butt cheeks (and her panties) with my arms pressed against her back and her skirt. I knew the panties were nothing special but you can believe me when I say they sure felt good (as well as what was under them). I could've stayed there like that all night. But, because of a stupid sand crab, we didn't. Elle kind of jumped up into my arms, trying to get her feet off the bottom. I told her to wrap her legs around mine and then I carried her ashore. As I'm sure you alreday know that I was sporting a very large bulge by then. When I was carrying Elle ashore she was on the "right spot". When I was letting her down I thought for sure I'd come... but I didn't.
We ended up leaning against my car but apart. Elle was holding her skirt up to keep it off her wet legs but this time it was barely above her knees. I didn't want to push my luck as I'd just enjoyed one of the most sensuous times of my life so I kept my thoughts (wishes) to myself and just waited for a while. It worked because Elle finally came over and stood in front of me. She put her arms around me, just above my waist, and then looked up at me and said "I love you...". Now you have to understand that those words didn't come easily for her. When we we'd been kissing and "heated up" in the past she'd sort of mumble them in response to my having said them to her. This time I hadn't said a word... and they were clearly spoken. Something definitely had changed.
I remember being as happy as I'd ever been with her. I hadn't expected to hear those words and the intonation and inflection of her words told me they were from the heart. We stood there kissing for I don't know how long. I was ready to sit down by then. I'd been mostly on my feet since 7am and here it was somwhere around 10pm. I got in the back seat and slid in to be on the drivers side. I looked over to see where Elle was. I couldn't belive my eyes when I saw Elle stepping out of her skirt. Not that my bulge could've gotten any bigger but I think it tried. She lay down in my lap, looking up at me. As usual, I cradled her head in my left arm and rested my right hand on her hip but this time it was right smack dab on her panties. I couldn't have asked for more. As I remember it, we stayed that way for a while, not really talking or doing all that much. Suddenly Elle pushed herself up and ended up kneeling beside me. She said that she thought it was time to go home. I flicked on the dome light and looked at my watch. It showed that it wasn't even 10:30pm and simce it only took about 10 minutes to get home I was puzzled. I looked at her to tell her and saw she had one hand between her legs up into her crotch. She gave me one of those "looks" as if to say I can't help it. I asked her how "bad" was it and she said that she'd leaked while we were lying there. I told her that she should just get out and go beside the car. I couldn't believe I was actually saying those words, out loud, to her. She shook her head as if to say "no" and insisted that we go home. I was sommewhat disappointed but didn't want to do anything to spoil what had been a pretty special day for me. She got out and was wrapping her skirt around herself when I heard her give out a little cry. I was on the drivers side of the car and she was on the other side. I ducked down to look through the car and saw her just as she threw her skirt back on the front seat and squatted down. I called over to her and asked if she was OK. I got no answer. I walked around the front of the car and could see her feet and part of her fanny (and panties) under the door. I could also see a small puddle between her feet.
I felt sorry for her because I knew how much her "problem" bothered her. Not that we'd talked about it but I could see how she'd react after each incident. That, and the fact that Nan had told me a little bit about her feelings and how she worried that it'd be something that would turn me away from her. I can tell you, unequivocally, that it didn't bother me at all. But I had no idea how to tell her that. In fact, I wanted to tell her just how much it turned me on. I was VERY conflicted as I stood there. Finally she stood up. When she found where I was I'm sure, if it'd been daylight, that I would've seen that her face was flushed from embarassment. But it was dark enough that I couldn't see much at all. I walked around the car door and took her in my arms. She wasn't crying but she also wasn't very responsive either. Especially when compared to earlier. As much as I wanted to reach down and touch those wet panties I somehow resisted. I just held her tight and stood there with her with neither of us talking. Finally, she pushed gently away and reached into the car for her skirt. I watched her wrap it around her, slowly covering her wet panties, and wishing I knew what to say.
I don't remember any conversation on the way home. I parked my car, as always, in my driveway and walked her home. We got to her door and when I went to give her a hug she started talking. It was almost a whisper. She was holding both my hands in front of her and I heard her say "I'm sorry..." Like a typical 18 year old guy, I didn't know what to say. I had no idea what she was sorry for. I tried to break free so I could hold her but she wouldn't let go of my hands. I knew we still had some time until 11pm so I just stood there, looking at her. She was looking sort of sideways, towards the ground. The next thing I heard her whisper was "I really can't help it." or something close to it. Finally, the "light" went on in my brain. I know I mumbled something trite in return. I know what I WANTED to say... but didn't dare. After another pause she again repeated "I'm sorry...". This time I did get my hands free and put my arms around her (waist) and now it was my turn to say "I love you!" That did it! Tears. I had no idea what to say or do. I stood there with my arms wrapped around her, feeling her chest rising and falling with her crying as she tried to stop. I finally got concerned about the time and indicated to her that it was time to go in. When we'd arrived I was hoping she'd invite me in as she'd done the night before. Because I really didn't know what to do in this situation I was glad she didn't. She'd pretty much gotten control of herself as she disapperaed into the darkness of her house. I think I just stood there by the door for at least a few minutes. Back at home it took a long time for me to sort out the whole day. It was another night of rolling and tossing. (... and of course the hot weather didn't help!)
To be continued...
Saturday, October 21, 2006
THE JOURNEY BEGINS (Part 10d)
Elle unlocked the door and invited me to come in. Other than the fleeting daylight it was dark inside. She pushed me towards the front porch while she entered her parents bedroom. My pants and shirt were still damp from perspiration so I just stood and waited for her. I was actually toying with the idea of going swimming about that time. When she finally showed up I asked if she wanted to and she shook her head "no". I asked her why and she said her mother didn't want her going back out. She was mad because we hadn't called earlier to say we'd be late. I then fully expected her to go up to her room to change but she didn't. I asked her if she wanted me to leave and she indicated that she didn't. We stood there, awkwardly, trying to figure out what to do. Finally she suggested we sit on the day bed that acted as a sofa. It wasn't as if we'd never been there on the day bed before but for some reason we didn't seem to know what to do. Elle was always a bit uncomfortable there what with her parents so close by. I reached over and pulled her down towards me, almost in the same position that we'd come to use in my car. She struggled to get comfortable and when she did she pulled the hem of her dress up onto her hip as she'd been doing. I waited a bit and then put my hand there. Feeling her warm flesh I immediately started working my hand under the material of her dress. As soon as I reached her panties she reached down and removed it.
I don't know if it was from being tired, stressed, frustrated or a combination of all three but when she did that I pushed her up with the arm that I'd been using to cradle her head. I then told her to stand up. I've relived these few minutes hundreds and hundreds of times, analyzing everything I did and said and I can honestly say I'd never, ever spoken to her that way before. She pulled herself up and was kneeling on the day bed looking at me strangely. I, again, told her to stand up. I'm pretty sure I was even more forceful than the first time. Slowly, she got off the day bed and stood up right in front of me. I remained sitting. She was looking at me with this puzzled look and then (and I still can't believe I said this) I told her to take off her dress. One surprise was that she didn't say anything. Not even a hint of protest. BUT... she didn't move. At this point I almost spit the words out... "TAKE OFF YOUR DRESS!!!!" The only feeling I remember was that of apprehension. If I were to guess my heart rate was probably well over 100. I sat there, staring up at her, witing for her to do something... anything. I have no idea how long it was... maybe a minute, and then I saw her raise one of her arms up over her back. Then I watched it slowly come down but with her hand still behind her back. Then, when she pulled it back in front I watched in almost disbelief as she then slid the shoulder straps down. I probably wasn't even breathing by then. The dress slowly decended, exposing her her breasts, fully encased by her bra. It, in itself, was unbelievable. The whiteness of the bra material appeared to glow. I have no idea why or what it was but it sure was different. I'd seen her in a wet bathing suit many times but seeing her in her bra with her breasts tightly packed in was spectacular. I was still focusing on that when she wiggled her hips and the dress then fell to the floor. There she was in just her bra and panties! I just sat there staring at her panties. They were just plain whir nylon ones but she sure looked good in them. I didn't say anything for at least a minute. Then, if you can believe it, I said "Thank you." That's all. I don't know if I told her to get dressed or not or if she did it on her own. After her dress was up over her shoulders I stood up and kissed her... and then walked out the front door.
I know I then went and sat out on the dock in front of my house. There was so much going through my mind there's just no way to remember it. I don't even remember how long I stayed there. I don't remember how much I slept but I know I was awake when it got light out. I also remember feeling bad as I walked to my car and looked over at Elle's house. Maybe remorse would be the best way to describe how I felt. It was a very, very long morning. When it was time for lunch I was afraid to go over to Elle's. I'd been going over as soon as I arrived home but on this day I didn't. I guess you could say I chickened out. I waited until almost 1pm to even leave my house. When I walked outside there was Elle leaning against my car, waiting. I was shocked... and relieved. But, as I walked towards her I had no idea what to say. In fact, I can't remember saying anything. I do remember that she slid in right next to me though. When we pulled in behind the market she did give me a kiss. THAT was different!. It had always been me to take the initiative. If we did say anything before she went off to work I sure don't remember it. I DO know I had a much better afternoon than I'd had in the morning.
To be continued...
Elle unlocked the door and invited me to come in. Other than the fleeting daylight it was dark inside. She pushed me towards the front porch while she entered her parents bedroom. My pants and shirt were still damp from perspiration so I just stood and waited for her. I was actually toying with the idea of going swimming about that time. When she finally showed up I asked if she wanted to and she shook her head "no". I asked her why and she said her mother didn't want her going back out. She was mad because we hadn't called earlier to say we'd be late. I then fully expected her to go up to her room to change but she didn't. I asked her if she wanted me to leave and she indicated that she didn't. We stood there, awkwardly, trying to figure out what to do. Finally she suggested we sit on the day bed that acted as a sofa. It wasn't as if we'd never been there on the day bed before but for some reason we didn't seem to know what to do. Elle was always a bit uncomfortable there what with her parents so close by. I reached over and pulled her down towards me, almost in the same position that we'd come to use in my car. She struggled to get comfortable and when she did she pulled the hem of her dress up onto her hip as she'd been doing. I waited a bit and then put my hand there. Feeling her warm flesh I immediately started working my hand under the material of her dress. As soon as I reached her panties she reached down and removed it.
I don't know if it was from being tired, stressed, frustrated or a combination of all three but when she did that I pushed her up with the arm that I'd been using to cradle her head. I then told her to stand up. I've relived these few minutes hundreds and hundreds of times, analyzing everything I did and said and I can honestly say I'd never, ever spoken to her that way before. She pulled herself up and was kneeling on the day bed looking at me strangely. I, again, told her to stand up. I'm pretty sure I was even more forceful than the first time. Slowly, she got off the day bed and stood up right in front of me. I remained sitting. She was looking at me with this puzzled look and then (and I still can't believe I said this) I told her to take off her dress. One surprise was that she didn't say anything. Not even a hint of protest. BUT... she didn't move. At this point I almost spit the words out... "TAKE OFF YOUR DRESS!!!!" The only feeling I remember was that of apprehension. If I were to guess my heart rate was probably well over 100. I sat there, staring up at her, witing for her to do something... anything. I have no idea how long it was... maybe a minute, and then I saw her raise one of her arms up over her back. Then I watched it slowly come down but with her hand still behind her back. Then, when she pulled it back in front I watched in almost disbelief as she then slid the shoulder straps down. I probably wasn't even breathing by then. The dress slowly decended, exposing her her breasts, fully encased by her bra. It, in itself, was unbelievable. The whiteness of the bra material appeared to glow. I have no idea why or what it was but it sure was different. I'd seen her in a wet bathing suit many times but seeing her in her bra with her breasts tightly packed in was spectacular. I was still focusing on that when she wiggled her hips and the dress then fell to the floor. There she was in just her bra and panties! I just sat there staring at her panties. They were just plain whir nylon ones but she sure looked good in them. I didn't say anything for at least a minute. Then, if you can believe it, I said "Thank you." That's all. I don't know if I told her to get dressed or not or if she did it on her own. After her dress was up over her shoulders I stood up and kissed her... and then walked out the front door.
I know I then went and sat out on the dock in front of my house. There was so much going through my mind there's just no way to remember it. I don't even remember how long I stayed there. I don't remember how much I slept but I know I was awake when it got light out. I also remember feeling bad as I walked to my car and looked over at Elle's house. Maybe remorse would be the best way to describe how I felt. It was a very, very long morning. When it was time for lunch I was afraid to go over to Elle's. I'd been going over as soon as I arrived home but on this day I didn't. I guess you could say I chickened out. I waited until almost 1pm to even leave my house. When I walked outside there was Elle leaning against my car, waiting. I was shocked... and relieved. But, as I walked towards her I had no idea what to say. In fact, I can't remember saying anything. I do remember that she slid in right next to me though. When we pulled in behind the market she did give me a kiss. THAT was different!. It had always been me to take the initiative. If we did say anything before she went off to work I sure don't remember it. I DO know I had a much better afternoon than I'd had in the morning.
To be continued...
Thursday, October 19, 2006
THE JOURNEY BEGINS (Part 10c)
My brother, like me, wasn't a "student". I was accused of being too interested in girls and sports. For my brother it was music and sports. My parents (mother) decided that it might be a good idea to pack my brother off to boarding school. Citing my "improvement" they enrolled him at the same school. He had the same provisional acceptance that I had meaning that he had to attend summer school. He was to report two days after the 4th of July. In my case I'd been upset about being ripped away from my close friends. For my brother it was the same, PLUS, he'd listened to me complain about how much I hated the place for two years... so he was VERY unhappy. I honestly felt sorry for him. I came up with the idea for me to drive him to the school. That way I could take him around the campus and give him a "heads up" on a lot of things that might help him fit in right away. There was also another reason. I'd received my full, non restricted drivers license and this would be a way for me to "spread my wings". My parents thought it was a great idea; my mother because she thought we'd "bond' (even though that word in that context had not yet been created)
and my father because he wouldn't have to give up a whole day to driving. When I told Elle what I was going to do she asked if she could go along. I'd never given any thought to her going with us but was thrilled with the idea.
My father had written up the driving directions even though I'd ridden with him at least four times. He indicated that it would take four hours up and four back. With two hours for lunch and showing my brother around he felt we'd be back around 6pm. What he hadn't programmed in were the stops for Elle's "problem". We left at 8am. The heat wave hadn't let up at all. It was almost 90 degrees even then. With the seat covers of my car being plastic my mother had suggested that I put beach towels over the plastic to help with the heat. It seemed like a good idea but I could feel that my back was wet after just a short ways. We drove for about an hour and a half before stopping for Elle to go to the toilet. We were just a short way from the parkway system that rimmed the city and would take us almost the whole way to the school. Because my father had never stopped when he'd taken me to school I hadn't paid much, if any, attention to gas stations on the parkways. After about another hour and a half I could see Elle was in some discomfort. I was too, but for a different reason. I really didn't want to leave the parkway as I had no idea where to look for a diner or gas station. None were visable from the road and I was afraid that I'd get lost. Elle finally let me know we had to stop. After leaving the parkway it took some time to finally find a gas station. While she used the rest room I filled the gas tank even though the car didn't need gas. It always annoyed me when people would stop at the gas station to use just the toilet when I was working. When she finally returned I could see from the look on her face that she wasn't too happy. I was still very concerned about finding my way back to the parkway so didn't pay too much attention to her. I got directions and, with some difficulty, made my way back to the parkway.
By the time we reached the town where the school was located it was almost 1pm. We were all hungry and my brother was now visably upset. I could honestly sympathize with him as it had only been two years since I'd been in the same situation. I remembered that my parents had taken me to this restaurant that had an old railroad car out in front. It took a while but I found it and we got lucky enough to be seated in the railroad car itself. I remember looking at my brother while we were waiting to order and having the feeling that he was like a condemmed man waiting for his last meal. He (and Elle) enjoyed the meal so I felt justified in taking the time to go there.
It was after 3pm when we finally got on the road for home. The first thing Elle did was to get out of her slip and crinoline. Once on the parkway she put her feet up on the dashboard and pulled her dress up into her lap. I couldn't see anything and wished that I was the button for the glove compartment on the dashboard. It would've been a perfect view! I stopped for Elle at the same place as on the way up and this time had very little trouble. That started as we approached the city. I'd never driven in bumper to bumper traffic before. We were in the middle of rush hour, something that I was totally unprepared for. I was perspiring profusely from both the ambient temperature and from nerves. I hardly paid any attention to Elle. By the time we made it to the bridge and traffic came to a complete stop it had been over two hours since I'd last stopped for Elle. She'd taken her feet off the dash and was slowly rocking back and forth, front to back. When we stayed in the same spot for probably over a minute she finally spoke. I looked at her and she said she was going to wet her pants. She'd never said that in my presence before. Hearing those words in just about ANY situation except for the one I was in at that very moment would've created an immediate hard on. But it didn't do anything. She was clearly upset but there was nothing I could do. As I remember it we were in the middle of three lanes and not moving. I don't know how or why I thought of it but I lifted my butt off the seat and pulled the beach towel out from under me. I then slid it towards her and told her to stuff it under her bottom. I don't remember the expression on her face but I do remember her pulling her dress up to right under her breasts. THAT caught my attention as I could clearly see her panties. But the euphoria was short lived as a horn blew and I could see we were moving again.
It took about 20 minutes until we turned off the parkway and onto the road that would take us back home. All I wanted to do was stop and catch my breath. I think those two hours were the most stressful I'd ever experienced. As it was almost 7pm I also knew I had to call home as everybody would be worried. Not intentionally I pulled into the parking lot of a small diner. I got out and was amazed at just how wet I was. I was wearing chino pants and a cotton short sleeved shirt and every place my body touched the car seat was wet. Regardless, it was just good to get out and stretch. I asked Elle if she wanted to get out, not even thinking about her "problem". She said she didn't but while I was standing there I watched her pull the towel out from under her bottom. She asked what she should do with it. I took it from her and put it in the trunk. It was obviously wet. Realizing exactly what it was that I was holding in my hand took a lot of the "driving stress" away. I felt the "bulge" start as I threw the soggy mass in the trunk. As I walked back to Elle I also realized just how hungry I was. This time I asked her if she wanted to eat. Her hesitation told me that she did but because her panties were wet she didn't want to get out and to go in. I told her I'd get something and bring it back to her but by then she decided she'd come in. Whew...! That did a number on my libido. The thought of her walking into the diner in wet panties with me was almost too much.
She went into the ladies room and when she came back I suggested that we sit at the counter. That way she could drape her dress over the stool and not get it wet. It took a little persuasion but she finally did. We ordered and I called home. It was now past 7pm and everyone at home had been worried. I predicted that we'd be there around 9pm and that seemed to satisfy them. When we got back in the car and started driving Elle , again, put her feet up on the dash and pulled her skirt up. Oh how I wished I could get a view from the floor! When we pulled into my driveway we could see the front porch lights were on over at Elle's house. That meant her parents had gone to bed. I knew I had go in to give my parents a briefing on the trip but Elle didn't want to go in. I pretty much knew why although she didn't say why. I told her that my parents would wonder why she didn't and, reluctantly, she followed me. I knew she was uncomfortable so made it as quick as I could. Thankfully my mother "excused" us so that Elle could let her mother know we were home safely.
To be continued...
My brother, like me, wasn't a "student". I was accused of being too interested in girls and sports. For my brother it was music and sports. My parents (mother) decided that it might be a good idea to pack my brother off to boarding school. Citing my "improvement" they enrolled him at the same school. He had the same provisional acceptance that I had meaning that he had to attend summer school. He was to report two days after the 4th of July. In my case I'd been upset about being ripped away from my close friends. For my brother it was the same, PLUS, he'd listened to me complain about how much I hated the place for two years... so he was VERY unhappy. I honestly felt sorry for him. I came up with the idea for me to drive him to the school. That way I could take him around the campus and give him a "heads up" on a lot of things that might help him fit in right away. There was also another reason. I'd received my full, non restricted drivers license and this would be a way for me to "spread my wings". My parents thought it was a great idea; my mother because she thought we'd "bond' (even though that word in that context had not yet been created)
and my father because he wouldn't have to give up a whole day to driving. When I told Elle what I was going to do she asked if she could go along. I'd never given any thought to her going with us but was thrilled with the idea.
My father had written up the driving directions even though I'd ridden with him at least four times. He indicated that it would take four hours up and four back. With two hours for lunch and showing my brother around he felt we'd be back around 6pm. What he hadn't programmed in were the stops for Elle's "problem". We left at 8am. The heat wave hadn't let up at all. It was almost 90 degrees even then. With the seat covers of my car being plastic my mother had suggested that I put beach towels over the plastic to help with the heat. It seemed like a good idea but I could feel that my back was wet after just a short ways. We drove for about an hour and a half before stopping for Elle to go to the toilet. We were just a short way from the parkway system that rimmed the city and would take us almost the whole way to the school. Because my father had never stopped when he'd taken me to school I hadn't paid much, if any, attention to gas stations on the parkways. After about another hour and a half I could see Elle was in some discomfort. I was too, but for a different reason. I really didn't want to leave the parkway as I had no idea where to look for a diner or gas station. None were visable from the road and I was afraid that I'd get lost. Elle finally let me know we had to stop. After leaving the parkway it took some time to finally find a gas station. While she used the rest room I filled the gas tank even though the car didn't need gas. It always annoyed me when people would stop at the gas station to use just the toilet when I was working. When she finally returned I could see from the look on her face that she wasn't too happy. I was still very concerned about finding my way back to the parkway so didn't pay too much attention to her. I got directions and, with some difficulty, made my way back to the parkway.
By the time we reached the town where the school was located it was almost 1pm. We were all hungry and my brother was now visably upset. I could honestly sympathize with him as it had only been two years since I'd been in the same situation. I remembered that my parents had taken me to this restaurant that had an old railroad car out in front. It took a while but I found it and we got lucky enough to be seated in the railroad car itself. I remember looking at my brother while we were waiting to order and having the feeling that he was like a condemmed man waiting for his last meal. He (and Elle) enjoyed the meal so I felt justified in taking the time to go there.
It was after 3pm when we finally got on the road for home. The first thing Elle did was to get out of her slip and crinoline. Once on the parkway she put her feet up on the dashboard and pulled her dress up into her lap. I couldn't see anything and wished that I was the button for the glove compartment on the dashboard. It would've been a perfect view! I stopped for Elle at the same place as on the way up and this time had very little trouble. That started as we approached the city. I'd never driven in bumper to bumper traffic before. We were in the middle of rush hour, something that I was totally unprepared for. I was perspiring profusely from both the ambient temperature and from nerves. I hardly paid any attention to Elle. By the time we made it to the bridge and traffic came to a complete stop it had been over two hours since I'd last stopped for Elle. She'd taken her feet off the dash and was slowly rocking back and forth, front to back. When we stayed in the same spot for probably over a minute she finally spoke. I looked at her and she said she was going to wet her pants. She'd never said that in my presence before. Hearing those words in just about ANY situation except for the one I was in at that very moment would've created an immediate hard on. But it didn't do anything. She was clearly upset but there was nothing I could do. As I remember it we were in the middle of three lanes and not moving. I don't know how or why I thought of it but I lifted my butt off the seat and pulled the beach towel out from under me. I then slid it towards her and told her to stuff it under her bottom. I don't remember the expression on her face but I do remember her pulling her dress up to right under her breasts. THAT caught my attention as I could clearly see her panties. But the euphoria was short lived as a horn blew and I could see we were moving again.
It took about 20 minutes until we turned off the parkway and onto the road that would take us back home. All I wanted to do was stop and catch my breath. I think those two hours were the most stressful I'd ever experienced. As it was almost 7pm I also knew I had to call home as everybody would be worried. Not intentionally I pulled into the parking lot of a small diner. I got out and was amazed at just how wet I was. I was wearing chino pants and a cotton short sleeved shirt and every place my body touched the car seat was wet. Regardless, it was just good to get out and stretch. I asked Elle if she wanted to get out, not even thinking about her "problem". She said she didn't but while I was standing there I watched her pull the towel out from under her bottom. She asked what she should do with it. I took it from her and put it in the trunk. It was obviously wet. Realizing exactly what it was that I was holding in my hand took a lot of the "driving stress" away. I felt the "bulge" start as I threw the soggy mass in the trunk. As I walked back to Elle I also realized just how hungry I was. This time I asked her if she wanted to eat. Her hesitation told me that she did but because her panties were wet she didn't want to get out and to go in. I told her I'd get something and bring it back to her but by then she decided she'd come in. Whew...! That did a number on my libido. The thought of her walking into the diner in wet panties with me was almost too much.
She went into the ladies room and when she came back I suggested that we sit at the counter. That way she could drape her dress over the stool and not get it wet. It took a little persuasion but she finally did. We ordered and I called home. It was now past 7pm and everyone at home had been worried. I predicted that we'd be there around 9pm and that seemed to satisfy them. When we got back in the car and started driving Elle , again, put her feet up on the dash and pulled her skirt up. Oh how I wished I could get a view from the floor! When we pulled into my driveway we could see the front porch lights were on over at Elle's house. That meant her parents had gone to bed. I knew I had go in to give my parents a briefing on the trip but Elle didn't want to go in. I pretty much knew why although she didn't say why. I told her that my parents would wonder why she didn't and, reluctantly, she followed me. I knew she was uncomfortable so made it as quick as I could. Thankfully my mother "excused" us so that Elle could let her mother know we were home safely.
To be continued...
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
THE JOURNEY BEGINS (Part 10b)
The next day seemed to drag by. Even the time with Elle. I was anticipating being alone with her again and found myself fantasizing just what we'd be doing. At work my boss had to keep bringing me back to reality. When I finally got to pick Elle up that night I was "ready". On the way up to the Boy Scout camp Elle seemed very quiet. Once there I expected her to again take the position lying across my lap but she didn't. After some prodding she finally did. In my fantasies I'd pictured her immediately pulling her skirt up to her hip and me putting my hand on her panties. She didn't. I'd left my right arm resting on the back of the seat awaiting the removal of the material from her hip. When it didn't happen I finally let my hand slide down and put it directly on her hip. (I forgot to mention that Elle would remove her crinoline before leaving work on any night I'd pick her up.) The first thing I felt was the elastic of the leg opening of her panties. I accepted that... at least for the moment. When we went to kissing it wasn't exactly the same as the night before. In fact, on a scale of 1 to 5 with 5 being the hottest, it was probably a 2 or 3.
Now it's not like I was a complete dummy in the ways of a female but, other than knowing that they had a "period" once a month and couldn't go swimming... I knew nothing else. Elle, as I've mentioned previously, knew that I knew of her "problem" but seldom mentioned it. It was the same when she had her period. It was like I was supposed to know and to react accordingly. But I had no idea what acting "accordingly" was supposed to be. So, in her eyes, I guess I was acting like a boor in wanting to reprise the previous evening. She seemed to be happy just lying there and giving me an occasional kiss. I kept myself "busy" by running my fingers up and down the panty elastic. After a while it did get warm inside the car. It was the ambient temperature and not passion that was the cause. Finally she reached down and pulled her skirt up. When she did I raised my hand but when I put it down I was disappointed. It wasn't nearly up as far as the previous night. I found the flesh of her thigh and slowly, ever so slowly, started up towards her panties. It was almost as if they'd been "wired" to her brain for as soon as my first finger touched them she grabbed my hand and pushed it back down. I did that a few times more and met with the same result each time.
Actually, the timing of her period could not have come at a better time. The next night was taken up with preparing the racecar and the following night it was the races. Sunday night, usually our movie night, was ursurped by a visit by some of my relatives. Elle got together with Nan and some other friends so that wasn't a problem. Monday night was, again, racecar preparation. Tuesday was 4th of July with a big night of fireworks at the raceway. By then, Elle was "back to normal", as she would put it.
The 4th ushered in a real heat wave. Living where we did we were usually blessed with an afternoon southerly wind off the water to keep us relatively cool. I remember this heat wave vividly because when it arrived it totally "smothered" any breeze from any direction. Work at both places was brutal and even Elle complained which was unusual for her. As much as I was anticipating being alone with her in her "normal" state I knew that we'd end up roasting in the car. I remembered the other place I'd scouted out and, since it was located right on the inlet, I thought that we could at least wade in the water to help cool ouselves off. When we turned off the road she was surprised. A dirt road had been bulldozed through the woods in anticipation of it being the first housing development in our area. As I drove, following the road, I was taken by the fact that it was an oval and in the shape of a racetrack. I soon found the ruts in the woods that I'd originally discovered that led down to the water. Elle was apprehensive as this was really "in the woods" and very secluded. It was exactly the opposite of the Boy Scout site which was right out in the open. When I stopped the car I immediately got out and headed for the water. Once I got my boots off I waded in. I didn't even attempt to roll up my pants. The bottom was surprisingly sandy and the water surprisingly warm but it stiil felt good. I stood in water up to my knees imploring Elle to join me. It took a few minutes for her to leave the car. As she waded in I smiled as I watched her pull the hem of her dress up. It has always puzzled me why females, when wading in water, pulled whatever it was that they were wearing so far up when, in reality, there was no danger of getting it wet. In this case Elle's dress hem started right at her knees and, even though she was only in water up to her ankles, she pulled it up to almost showing her panties. THAT got my attention. I encouraged her to come on out to me. Slowly, ever so slowly, she made her way almost to where I was standing. As she did she kept raising the hem. When the water reached her knees she stopped but by then she'd raised the hem to where I had a fair view of her crotch. That presented a "bulge" problem for me. She didn't want to go any further so I waded back in towards her. Once there I tried to hug her but she turned and headed back in. I was somewhat disappointed. Once out of the water I realized that there was some coolness to where I was wet. Elle was leaning against the front fender with her legs spread and her hem still in her hands. My bulge had subsided somewhat so I walked right up to her, fitting right in between her legs. I'd never been so "close". My bulge was back in a BIG way. I know she felt it and, after we started kissing she let the hem go. When we "took a break" we walked back into the water. I made a half hearted plea for us to go for a swim. She acknowleged that it would be nice but declined saying she wanted to know just what might be in the water. At least I tried.
I did make an attempt to get her to lie across my lap in the car but she said it would be just too hot. We stayed outside the car and spent most of the time just talking, punctuated by an embrace (with kissing), until it was time to go. I cursed the hot weather (for more than one reason) all the way home. In bed I had to satisfy myself with fantasy images of us swimming in just our underwear and some quick "hand motions".
To be continued...
The next day seemed to drag by. Even the time with Elle. I was anticipating being alone with her again and found myself fantasizing just what we'd be doing. At work my boss had to keep bringing me back to reality. When I finally got to pick Elle up that night I was "ready". On the way up to the Boy Scout camp Elle seemed very quiet. Once there I expected her to again take the position lying across my lap but she didn't. After some prodding she finally did. In my fantasies I'd pictured her immediately pulling her skirt up to her hip and me putting my hand on her panties. She didn't. I'd left my right arm resting on the back of the seat awaiting the removal of the material from her hip. When it didn't happen I finally let my hand slide down and put it directly on her hip. (I forgot to mention that Elle would remove her crinoline before leaving work on any night I'd pick her up.) The first thing I felt was the elastic of the leg opening of her panties. I accepted that... at least for the moment. When we went to kissing it wasn't exactly the same as the night before. In fact, on a scale of 1 to 5 with 5 being the hottest, it was probably a 2 or 3.
Now it's not like I was a complete dummy in the ways of a female but, other than knowing that they had a "period" once a month and couldn't go swimming... I knew nothing else. Elle, as I've mentioned previously, knew that I knew of her "problem" but seldom mentioned it. It was the same when she had her period. It was like I was supposed to know and to react accordingly. But I had no idea what acting "accordingly" was supposed to be. So, in her eyes, I guess I was acting like a boor in wanting to reprise the previous evening. She seemed to be happy just lying there and giving me an occasional kiss. I kept myself "busy" by running my fingers up and down the panty elastic. After a while it did get warm inside the car. It was the ambient temperature and not passion that was the cause. Finally she reached down and pulled her skirt up. When she did I raised my hand but when I put it down I was disappointed. It wasn't nearly up as far as the previous night. I found the flesh of her thigh and slowly, ever so slowly, started up towards her panties. It was almost as if they'd been "wired" to her brain for as soon as my first finger touched them she grabbed my hand and pushed it back down. I did that a few times more and met with the same result each time.
Actually, the timing of her period could not have come at a better time. The next night was taken up with preparing the racecar and the following night it was the races. Sunday night, usually our movie night, was ursurped by a visit by some of my relatives. Elle got together with Nan and some other friends so that wasn't a problem. Monday night was, again, racecar preparation. Tuesday was 4th of July with a big night of fireworks at the raceway. By then, Elle was "back to normal", as she would put it.
The 4th ushered in a real heat wave. Living where we did we were usually blessed with an afternoon southerly wind off the water to keep us relatively cool. I remember this heat wave vividly because when it arrived it totally "smothered" any breeze from any direction. Work at both places was brutal and even Elle complained which was unusual for her. As much as I was anticipating being alone with her in her "normal" state I knew that we'd end up roasting in the car. I remembered the other place I'd scouted out and, since it was located right on the inlet, I thought that we could at least wade in the water to help cool ouselves off. When we turned off the road she was surprised. A dirt road had been bulldozed through the woods in anticipation of it being the first housing development in our area. As I drove, following the road, I was taken by the fact that it was an oval and in the shape of a racetrack. I soon found the ruts in the woods that I'd originally discovered that led down to the water. Elle was apprehensive as this was really "in the woods" and very secluded. It was exactly the opposite of the Boy Scout site which was right out in the open. When I stopped the car I immediately got out and headed for the water. Once I got my boots off I waded in. I didn't even attempt to roll up my pants. The bottom was surprisingly sandy and the water surprisingly warm but it stiil felt good. I stood in water up to my knees imploring Elle to join me. It took a few minutes for her to leave the car. As she waded in I smiled as I watched her pull the hem of her dress up. It has always puzzled me why females, when wading in water, pulled whatever it was that they were wearing so far up when, in reality, there was no danger of getting it wet. In this case Elle's dress hem started right at her knees and, even though she was only in water up to her ankles, she pulled it up to almost showing her panties. THAT got my attention. I encouraged her to come on out to me. Slowly, ever so slowly, she made her way almost to where I was standing. As she did she kept raising the hem. When the water reached her knees she stopped but by then she'd raised the hem to where I had a fair view of her crotch. That presented a "bulge" problem for me. She didn't want to go any further so I waded back in towards her. Once there I tried to hug her but she turned and headed back in. I was somewhat disappointed. Once out of the water I realized that there was some coolness to where I was wet. Elle was leaning against the front fender with her legs spread and her hem still in her hands. My bulge had subsided somewhat so I walked right up to her, fitting right in between her legs. I'd never been so "close". My bulge was back in a BIG way. I know she felt it and, after we started kissing she let the hem go. When we "took a break" we walked back into the water. I made a half hearted plea for us to go for a swim. She acknowleged that it would be nice but declined saying she wanted to know just what might be in the water. At least I tried.
I did make an attempt to get her to lie across my lap in the car but she said it would be just too hot. We stayed outside the car and spent most of the time just talking, punctuated by an embrace (with kissing), until it was time to go. I cursed the hot weather (for more than one reason) all the way home. In bed I had to satisfy myself with fantasy images of us swimming in just our underwear and some quick "hand motions".
To be continued...
Friday, October 06, 2006
THE JOURNEY BEGINS (Part 10a)
PROLOGUE: I feel it's time to give some background about Elle and her mother. I'm hoping this will explain some things about her thinking and actions.
Her mother came from Germany as a teen. Even though she could speak no English she was able to get a job as a housekeeper for a wealthy family. The lady really liked her and the feeling was mutual. Because of that she accepted most of the things she was told by her employer. One of those things was that "ladies" (females) should be very modest and that there were certain things that they didn't do in public. As Elle was growing up this was drummed into her head time and time again. One day, when Elle was still an adolescent, she was playing with some other children. One, a boy, needed to go to the bathroom and proceeded to just pull his member out and peed right there in front of the others. Sometime later a girl who also had to go just pulled her underpants down and squatted down and peed. Elle, seeing what the others had done followed suit. Only when she did it her Mother saw her. She was taken home and given a spanking and told never, ever to do that again. She was also told that if she had to go that bad she should just go in her underpants but under no circumstances was she to pull them down and expose her "privates". She really took this to heart.
Being German, Elle's mother was very strict. She (and her Brother) lived with many rules. They were never given options. They were taught to do what they were told and do it without any backtalk. As both she and her brother reached puberty their mother tried to make sure that Elle had her privacy. Her brother, on the other hand, tried to do everything he could to peek at his "blossoming" sister. He got caught hiding in her closet one night when she was getting ready for bed. Needless to say he caught "hell" for it. But, more importantly, Elle's mother instructed her not to ever get undressed and dressed any place other than in the bathroom where she could lock the door. Her body was a private thing and wasn't to be seen by others. This, too, was also taken to heart.
Now, from my point of view, Elle was an extremly obedient child. I knew her from the time we were toddlers and I can honestly say I never remember her getting into trouble. I won't say it was fear that motivated her but she certainly respected her mother's teachings and wishes.
You might remember me stating that I'd been very "patient" with our relationship especially when I'd think of some of the things I'd done with Sue and Wendy. I really liked her and didn't "push" her, hoping that she'd "loosen up". As you will see, she eventually did but you'll also see how some of the above mentioned "guidance" from her mother came into play. On with the "JOURNEY"!!!
PS: From this point on I'm relying mostly on my memory. The spiral notepads ended at graduation. So I got out my picture albums and used the pictures as guides. I also have access to Elle's old diaries but most of the things in there are not the things I'll be writing about. But they do provide information about various events that we attended together and, from that and combined with the pictures, I then tried to created a "time line". I've found that I'll remember some things vividly and others less so. Please bear with me... It still should be interesting.
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Elle received a watch from her parents as her graduation present but the two of us felt that her new curfew of 11pm was even a bigger gift. That meant we had around two hours each night all to ourselves. But it wasn't that simple. With the racecar, I'd usually end up working late getting it ready on both Monday and Friday nights. We usually didn't get home on Race nights until midnight (her mother allowed that) but, even if we did get back before that, Elle would insist that I take her right home. That really only left Wednesday, Thursday and Sunday nights. Elle loved the movies so on Sundays, after I'd get through racing my sailboat, we'd eat and go. So, as you can see we really didn't have a lot of time alone. That's why that extra hour was so important.
We hadn't really done much "parking" the Summer before. One reason was the lack of time (having to have her home by 10pm). The other was that when we did it was usually at a public parking lot and Elle was very uncomfortable in that situation. We did go to one place that one of my friends had recommended and, just our luck, it was night that the Police decided to move everybody on. When the Cop shone his light in the car it scared her half to death. One of the advantages I had when delivering groceries was that it took me places that I'd normally never go. It wasn't that Elle didn't want to "park" but she wanted to do it in a somewhat private place. In my first week back at work I found two good possibilities. One was at the end of the driveway to the defunct Boy Scout camp. Even though it was out in the open it offered some advantages. There were no houses around which meant no traffic and, if I turned the car around as if I were leaving, I could see any car that might wander up there.
So, on the first night that we had "free" I took her up there. Up to that time any time that we stopped while in the car Elle would just snuggle up to me while still facing forward. That certainly wasn't all that romantic and made it impossible to kiss anything but the nape of her neck. After we'd sat there for a while I asked (begged) her for a "real" kiss. She turned around and got on her knees on the seat and bent down and we kissed. But that didn't solve anything because now I wasn't holding her. I "suggested" that maybe she could lie down, on her side, and face me. And, that's what she did. I, still behind the steering wheel, cradled her head with my left arm and it worked. The only time that we'd seriously kissed was when we'd be saying "good night". In this position it started out slowly but it didn't take long long for things to "heat up". Being late June it was warm but not hot outside. But, even with the windows open it got very warm inside the car. Elle was required to wear either a dress or a blouse and skirt for work. I don't remember which it was on this night but right from when she first lay down I didn't really know what to do with my right hand so I just let it rest on her hip. When she got uncomfortable with the heat she reached down and pulled the hem up towards her waist. I lifted my hand up, not knowing what she was doing. When I put it down again I felt her flesh AND... her panties. I was pretty heated up even before that but when I felt her soft flesh of heer upper thigh and the silky feel of her panties it only took a few seconds for me to come. I was totally embarassed. I just sat there feeling the pulsing in my pants, helpless to do anything about it. Elle didn't seem to notice as we continued to kiss. I didn't know what to do so I didn't do anything... for a few minutes. Still feeling guilty I told her she had to get up as my leg was going to sleep. As she sat up she rearranged herself, much to my dismay. I told her that maybe we better go on home. On the way she did say that she liked the place so that was a "plus". Lying in my bed that night I couldn't get the exquisite feel of her panties on her body off my mind. What made it so exciting was that it happened so unexpectedly. I visualized us doing the exact same thing the next night... and wasn't disappointed.
To be continued...
PROLOGUE: I feel it's time to give some background about Elle and her mother. I'm hoping this will explain some things about her thinking and actions.
Her mother came from Germany as a teen. Even though she could speak no English she was able to get a job as a housekeeper for a wealthy family. The lady really liked her and the feeling was mutual. Because of that she accepted most of the things she was told by her employer. One of those things was that "ladies" (females) should be very modest and that there were certain things that they didn't do in public. As Elle was growing up this was drummed into her head time and time again. One day, when Elle was still an adolescent, she was playing with some other children. One, a boy, needed to go to the bathroom and proceeded to just pull his member out and peed right there in front of the others. Sometime later a girl who also had to go just pulled her underpants down and squatted down and peed. Elle, seeing what the others had done followed suit. Only when she did it her Mother saw her. She was taken home and given a spanking and told never, ever to do that again. She was also told that if she had to go that bad she should just go in her underpants but under no circumstances was she to pull them down and expose her "privates". She really took this to heart.
Being German, Elle's mother was very strict. She (and her Brother) lived with many rules. They were never given options. They were taught to do what they were told and do it without any backtalk. As both she and her brother reached puberty their mother tried to make sure that Elle had her privacy. Her brother, on the other hand, tried to do everything he could to peek at his "blossoming" sister. He got caught hiding in her closet one night when she was getting ready for bed. Needless to say he caught "hell" for it. But, more importantly, Elle's mother instructed her not to ever get undressed and dressed any place other than in the bathroom where she could lock the door. Her body was a private thing and wasn't to be seen by others. This, too, was also taken to heart.
Now, from my point of view, Elle was an extremly obedient child. I knew her from the time we were toddlers and I can honestly say I never remember her getting into trouble. I won't say it was fear that motivated her but she certainly respected her mother's teachings and wishes.
You might remember me stating that I'd been very "patient" with our relationship especially when I'd think of some of the things I'd done with Sue and Wendy. I really liked her and didn't "push" her, hoping that she'd "loosen up". As you will see, she eventually did but you'll also see how some of the above mentioned "guidance" from her mother came into play. On with the "JOURNEY"!!!
PS: From this point on I'm relying mostly on my memory. The spiral notepads ended at graduation. So I got out my picture albums and used the pictures as guides. I also have access to Elle's old diaries but most of the things in there are not the things I'll be writing about. But they do provide information about various events that we attended together and, from that and combined with the pictures, I then tried to created a "time line". I've found that I'll remember some things vividly and others less so. Please bear with me... It still should be interesting.
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Elle received a watch from her parents as her graduation present but the two of us felt that her new curfew of 11pm was even a bigger gift. That meant we had around two hours each night all to ourselves. But it wasn't that simple. With the racecar, I'd usually end up working late getting it ready on both Monday and Friday nights. We usually didn't get home on Race nights until midnight (her mother allowed that) but, even if we did get back before that, Elle would insist that I take her right home. That really only left Wednesday, Thursday and Sunday nights. Elle loved the movies so on Sundays, after I'd get through racing my sailboat, we'd eat and go. So, as you can see we really didn't have a lot of time alone. That's why that extra hour was so important.
We hadn't really done much "parking" the Summer before. One reason was the lack of time (having to have her home by 10pm). The other was that when we did it was usually at a public parking lot and Elle was very uncomfortable in that situation. We did go to one place that one of my friends had recommended and, just our luck, it was night that the Police decided to move everybody on. When the Cop shone his light in the car it scared her half to death. One of the advantages I had when delivering groceries was that it took me places that I'd normally never go. It wasn't that Elle didn't want to "park" but she wanted to do it in a somewhat private place. In my first week back at work I found two good possibilities. One was at the end of the driveway to the defunct Boy Scout camp. Even though it was out in the open it offered some advantages. There were no houses around which meant no traffic and, if I turned the car around as if I were leaving, I could see any car that might wander up there.
So, on the first night that we had "free" I took her up there. Up to that time any time that we stopped while in the car Elle would just snuggle up to me while still facing forward. That certainly wasn't all that romantic and made it impossible to kiss anything but the nape of her neck. After we'd sat there for a while I asked (begged) her for a "real" kiss. She turned around and got on her knees on the seat and bent down and we kissed. But that didn't solve anything because now I wasn't holding her. I "suggested" that maybe she could lie down, on her side, and face me. And, that's what she did. I, still behind the steering wheel, cradled her head with my left arm and it worked. The only time that we'd seriously kissed was when we'd be saying "good night". In this position it started out slowly but it didn't take long long for things to "heat up". Being late June it was warm but not hot outside. But, even with the windows open it got very warm inside the car. Elle was required to wear either a dress or a blouse and skirt for work. I don't remember which it was on this night but right from when she first lay down I didn't really know what to do with my right hand so I just let it rest on her hip. When she got uncomfortable with the heat she reached down and pulled the hem up towards her waist. I lifted my hand up, not knowing what she was doing. When I put it down again I felt her flesh AND... her panties. I was pretty heated up even before that but when I felt her soft flesh of heer upper thigh and the silky feel of her panties it only took a few seconds for me to come. I was totally embarassed. I just sat there feeling the pulsing in my pants, helpless to do anything about it. Elle didn't seem to notice as we continued to kiss. I didn't know what to do so I didn't do anything... for a few minutes. Still feeling guilty I told her she had to get up as my leg was going to sleep. As she sat up she rearranged herself, much to my dismay. I told her that maybe we better go on home. On the way she did say that she liked the place so that was a "plus". Lying in my bed that night I couldn't get the exquisite feel of her panties on her body off my mind. What made it so exciting was that it happened so unexpectedly. I visualized us doing the exact same thing the next night... and wasn't disappointed.
To be continued...
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
PAVING THE ROAD TO MY FUTURE (Part 9f)
The parents of my two best friends and my own parents got together and decided that in place of material gifts for our graduation they would give us "memories". Even though we'd know each other for two years we'd never visited each other's homes. We were to stay three full days at each house and, with travel time added it'd be almost two weeks that we'd be gone. Time wise, as far as Elle was concerned, it was perfect. I'd be back just as Elle finished up her final exams and would be there for her graduation. We had a great time and, as our parents had hoped, came away with lifelong memories. The only one having to do with panties was at Fred's. His girlfriend, Liz, who I'd met the previous Summer, was about as close to a prude as I'd met. She and Fred were about diametrically opposed as one could imagine, especially if you spent any time around Fred. On one of the days at Fred's we ended up at her house. Her sister, Shelly, was also there and she was a direct opposite to Liz. If you were meeting Liz for the first time there was no way to know if she had breasts at all because of the loose fitting tops she wore. Shelly, on the other hand, was bursting out of hers. Liz could've bent over from the waist and I guarantee that you wouldn't have seen a VPL (visible panty line) in her shorts. Shelly filled hers like the nurse back at the infirmary at school filled out her dress. It took no imagination at all to know what she was wearing underneath them. She didn't have to bend over at all at see the crotch line. WHEW! And that was just a start! Eventually we ended up in their basement, which was huge. It wasn't finished off but it did have a pool table and a ping pong table as well as a modern washing machine and a new fangled dryer (remember, it was 1955). Both Fred and I were interested in the pool table. Both the girls were well versed in the game and challenged us. It was mistake for us to've accepted it as they "whupped" us. But that embarassment was well worth it in the end. The reason for going to the basement in the first place was that the girls were responsible for doing their own wash. Shelly had been doing hers when we arrived and when she went to check it Liz invited us to see the pooltable. In any case, after we lost and when they got through teasing us, Shelly went over and proceeded to empty the washer. Instead of throwing the clothes in the dryer she started hanging them from clothes lines hidden between the beams. I'd not seen a dryer before and was interested so asked why she wasn't using it. She laughed and said that it "cooked" clothes and had ruined some of her good things. As she was talking I saw her take a pair of light blue panties and hang them up in full profile in front of me. I'm talking about maybe nine inches away. They would definitely qualify as fancy panties as I was looking at, what I later learned were called, lace appliques. I also noticed something else. As they hung there right in front of me I thought that the crotch was bigger than on the panties I'd viwed on other clotheslines. Shelly then hung four more on the same line, completely oblivious to the fact that hanging lingerie right smack dab in front of two boys was a "no no". None of the four were fancy panties and it was certainly obvious that their crotches weren't as big. Needless to say I was intrigued. I'm sure Liz saw me staring at the panties because she decided that it was time for Fred and I to go back upstairs. Those light blue panties with the big crotch stayed on my mind for the rest of the trip.
Once back home it was time to get started on my Summer jobs. It was to be the same as the previou year. The market during the day and the gas station at night. Elle was still going to be working at the drug store so, in effect, nothing had changed. Initially I didn't get to spend much time with her even though Nan had moved back to her own home as her family had come back for the Summer. She was very busy perparing for graduation. The ceremony was scheduled for mid afternoon on a Sunday to be followed by a dinner dance. That had been the tradition since the Second World War and Elle was on the organizing committee. I remember her dress as if I'd just seen it. She, and it, were beautiful. Graduation and the dinner dance went well.
Somewhere in the past another tradition had been started by a graduating class. After the dinner dance most kids would go home and get some sleep and then get up before daybreak and drive over to the ocean to watch the sunrise. After that they'd all gather at the Five Corners diner and have breakfast. We decided to continue the tradition. My friend Cliffy (his father built my racecar) offered to drive and picked up Nan and her boyfriend (they'd gotten back together) before picking Elle and I up. His girlfriend, Marissa, was the only non senior in our group. It only took about 40 minutes to get to the ocean but there were three beaches that were open to the public. We didn't know which one of the three was to be the rendevous. We went to one and decided to wait and see if anybody else showed up. One other car arrived just as it started getting light and two more couples joined us. Being June, it was still cool at night and, being by the ocean, damp. Cliffy had brought some blankets and we all huddled together under them. Elle was really cold and I had my arms wrapped tightly around her. Even with that she was still shivering. As the first vestiges of the sun appeared we all cheered... but stayed under the blankets. I'd noticed that Elle was getting fidgety and asked if she wanted to move but she said that she was fine. When the sun finally broke over the horizon we all jumped up amd out from under the blankets and started running around like crazy people, yelling and screaming. That is, all but Elle. She did stand up with a blanket wrapped around her for a few seconds and then squatted down. She didn't follow the rest of us as we headed down to the water's edge. One of the guys, on a dare, even went in the water. As it turned out he wasn't the only one of us who was wet.
As we gathered up our things I saw Nan talking with Elle. I made my way towards them only to be waved away by Nan. I'd gotten to know her well enough to respect her wishes so I stayed with the guys. Back at the car Elle slipped into the back seat beside Nan and her boyfriend, leaving me to sit in front with Cliffy and his girlfriend. I was puzzled but then again, it was only a matter of minutes until we got to our destination. At the diner we saw over a dozen other cars. Now we knew we'd gone to the wrong beach. Everybody was standing in the parking lot and our group got out and joined them... except Nan and Elle. We all went inside and some people asked about Elle. To save face (hers and mine) I told them we'd had a fight and she didn't want to come in. After ordering I told the people at the booth I was going to the head. Instead I went out to Cliffy's car. Elle was lying down in the back seat with the blanket still wrapped around her. I opened the door and when she saw it was me she gave me a "look" as if to say "Why are you here?" I pretty much had figured out by then what her problem was but didn't know how to address it. I, stupidly, asked if she was coming inside and she shook her head "no" and lay back down. When she did I slid in beside her but didn't say anything. It took a few minutes and she finally looked up at me and apologized. I asked what she was apologizing for. She looked away and I heard her mumble something like "you know what". I started rubbing her back and she finally responded positively by half sitting and giving me a kiss. We stayed in the car until the others came out. She then told me that when she'd gotten cold on the beach and started shivering she'd leaked. By the time the sun was up and everybody got up and started running around she knew she had a real problem. It'd been a couple of hours since she'd last gone and when she stood up she'd started to pee. There was nothing she could do to stop so just squatted down and went right there. She'd kept the blanket wrapped around her professing that she was cold when it was really to hide her wetness. I really felt sorry for her at that point and, in spite of knowing that she'd wet in her clothes, didn't even have a hint of a bulge.
After the group had eaten and come outside they were concerned as to what happened to the rest of the class who hadn't shown up. They'd accounted for 23 out of 32 and some of those with cars had volunteered to go and check on the missing. Cliffy was one who'd volunteered. That news didn't make Elle very happy at all. I stayed in the back seat with her and by the time we did our running around and finally got home Elle had to pee again. She asked Cliffy if she could keep the blanket and he shrugged and said yes. I knew why she wanted it and, now free from the others, started getting hard just thinking about the fact that she was still in wet panties. We had about an hour before we both had to go to work. As I was changing my clothes I noticed that my underpants were pretty wet all on their own but, in thinking about Elle again, started to get hard all over again. I couldn't wait until after work that night and being alone with her. But, like so many times before, the anticipation was better than the actual thing. We were both so tired that we just ended up going home and then to bed. I had to wait for another day.
To be continued...
The parents of my two best friends and my own parents got together and decided that in place of material gifts for our graduation they would give us "memories". Even though we'd know each other for two years we'd never visited each other's homes. We were to stay three full days at each house and, with travel time added it'd be almost two weeks that we'd be gone. Time wise, as far as Elle was concerned, it was perfect. I'd be back just as Elle finished up her final exams and would be there for her graduation. We had a great time and, as our parents had hoped, came away with lifelong memories. The only one having to do with panties was at Fred's. His girlfriend, Liz, who I'd met the previous Summer, was about as close to a prude as I'd met. She and Fred were about diametrically opposed as one could imagine, especially if you spent any time around Fred. On one of the days at Fred's we ended up at her house. Her sister, Shelly, was also there and she was a direct opposite to Liz. If you were meeting Liz for the first time there was no way to know if she had breasts at all because of the loose fitting tops she wore. Shelly, on the other hand, was bursting out of hers. Liz could've bent over from the waist and I guarantee that you wouldn't have seen a VPL (visible panty line) in her shorts. Shelly filled hers like the nurse back at the infirmary at school filled out her dress. It took no imagination at all to know what she was wearing underneath them. She didn't have to bend over at all at see the crotch line. WHEW! And that was just a start! Eventually we ended up in their basement, which was huge. It wasn't finished off but it did have a pool table and a ping pong table as well as a modern washing machine and a new fangled dryer (remember, it was 1955). Both Fred and I were interested in the pool table. Both the girls were well versed in the game and challenged us. It was mistake for us to've accepted it as they "whupped" us. But that embarassment was well worth it in the end. The reason for going to the basement in the first place was that the girls were responsible for doing their own wash. Shelly had been doing hers when we arrived and when she went to check it Liz invited us to see the pooltable. In any case, after we lost and when they got through teasing us, Shelly went over and proceeded to empty the washer. Instead of throwing the clothes in the dryer she started hanging them from clothes lines hidden between the beams. I'd not seen a dryer before and was interested so asked why she wasn't using it. She laughed and said that it "cooked" clothes and had ruined some of her good things. As she was talking I saw her take a pair of light blue panties and hang them up in full profile in front of me. I'm talking about maybe nine inches away. They would definitely qualify as fancy panties as I was looking at, what I later learned were called, lace appliques. I also noticed something else. As they hung there right in front of me I thought that the crotch was bigger than on the panties I'd viwed on other clotheslines. Shelly then hung four more on the same line, completely oblivious to the fact that hanging lingerie right smack dab in front of two boys was a "no no". None of the four were fancy panties and it was certainly obvious that their crotches weren't as big. Needless to say I was intrigued. I'm sure Liz saw me staring at the panties because she decided that it was time for Fred and I to go back upstairs. Those light blue panties with the big crotch stayed on my mind for the rest of the trip.
Once back home it was time to get started on my Summer jobs. It was to be the same as the previou year. The market during the day and the gas station at night. Elle was still going to be working at the drug store so, in effect, nothing had changed. Initially I didn't get to spend much time with her even though Nan had moved back to her own home as her family had come back for the Summer. She was very busy perparing for graduation. The ceremony was scheduled for mid afternoon on a Sunday to be followed by a dinner dance. That had been the tradition since the Second World War and Elle was on the organizing committee. I remember her dress as if I'd just seen it. She, and it, were beautiful. Graduation and the dinner dance went well.
Somewhere in the past another tradition had been started by a graduating class. After the dinner dance most kids would go home and get some sleep and then get up before daybreak and drive over to the ocean to watch the sunrise. After that they'd all gather at the Five Corners diner and have breakfast. We decided to continue the tradition. My friend Cliffy (his father built my racecar) offered to drive and picked up Nan and her boyfriend (they'd gotten back together) before picking Elle and I up. His girlfriend, Marissa, was the only non senior in our group. It only took about 40 minutes to get to the ocean but there were three beaches that were open to the public. We didn't know which one of the three was to be the rendevous. We went to one and decided to wait and see if anybody else showed up. One other car arrived just as it started getting light and two more couples joined us. Being June, it was still cool at night and, being by the ocean, damp. Cliffy had brought some blankets and we all huddled together under them. Elle was really cold and I had my arms wrapped tightly around her. Even with that she was still shivering. As the first vestiges of the sun appeared we all cheered... but stayed under the blankets. I'd noticed that Elle was getting fidgety and asked if she wanted to move but she said that she was fine. When the sun finally broke over the horizon we all jumped up amd out from under the blankets and started running around like crazy people, yelling and screaming. That is, all but Elle. She did stand up with a blanket wrapped around her for a few seconds and then squatted down. She didn't follow the rest of us as we headed down to the water's edge. One of the guys, on a dare, even went in the water. As it turned out he wasn't the only one of us who was wet.
As we gathered up our things I saw Nan talking with Elle. I made my way towards them only to be waved away by Nan. I'd gotten to know her well enough to respect her wishes so I stayed with the guys. Back at the car Elle slipped into the back seat beside Nan and her boyfriend, leaving me to sit in front with Cliffy and his girlfriend. I was puzzled but then again, it was only a matter of minutes until we got to our destination. At the diner we saw over a dozen other cars. Now we knew we'd gone to the wrong beach. Everybody was standing in the parking lot and our group got out and joined them... except Nan and Elle. We all went inside and some people asked about Elle. To save face (hers and mine) I told them we'd had a fight and she didn't want to come in. After ordering I told the people at the booth I was going to the head. Instead I went out to Cliffy's car. Elle was lying down in the back seat with the blanket still wrapped around her. I opened the door and when she saw it was me she gave me a "look" as if to say "Why are you here?" I pretty much had figured out by then what her problem was but didn't know how to address it. I, stupidly, asked if she was coming inside and she shook her head "no" and lay back down. When she did I slid in beside her but didn't say anything. It took a few minutes and she finally looked up at me and apologized. I asked what she was apologizing for. She looked away and I heard her mumble something like "you know what". I started rubbing her back and she finally responded positively by half sitting and giving me a kiss. We stayed in the car until the others came out. She then told me that when she'd gotten cold on the beach and started shivering she'd leaked. By the time the sun was up and everybody got up and started running around she knew she had a real problem. It'd been a couple of hours since she'd last gone and when she stood up she'd started to pee. There was nothing she could do to stop so just squatted down and went right there. She'd kept the blanket wrapped around her professing that she was cold when it was really to hide her wetness. I really felt sorry for her at that point and, in spite of knowing that she'd wet in her clothes, didn't even have a hint of a bulge.
After the group had eaten and come outside they were concerned as to what happened to the rest of the class who hadn't shown up. They'd accounted for 23 out of 32 and some of those with cars had volunteered to go and check on the missing. Cliffy was one who'd volunteered. That news didn't make Elle very happy at all. I stayed in the back seat with her and by the time we did our running around and finally got home Elle had to pee again. She asked Cliffy if she could keep the blanket and he shrugged and said yes. I knew why she wanted it and, now free from the others, started getting hard just thinking about the fact that she was still in wet panties. We had about an hour before we both had to go to work. As I was changing my clothes I noticed that my underpants were pretty wet all on their own but, in thinking about Elle again, started to get hard all over again. I couldn't wait until after work that night and being alone with her. But, like so many times before, the anticipation was better than the actual thing. We were both so tired that we just ended up going home and then to bed. I had to wait for another day.
To be continued...
Monday, October 02, 2006
PAVING THE ROAD TO MY FUTURE (Part 9e)
The hardest part about returning to school was in knowing that it would be five months until I'd see Elle again. Even though our Spring breaks coincided, Elle's High School Senior trip to Washington D.C. was scheduled for the first part of it and Nan had invited Elle to go to her house in Florida on the back side. At least that let me not feel guilty about spending my week in North Carolina with my Grandparents and the horses. I really enjoyed the part with the horses but it was incredibly boring when I wasn't at the track. There were no other "young" people staying at the hotel while I was there. My brother didn't even come. Bingo and Game Night were the highlights.
While we were still at home during Christmas, Elle had asked if there was any chance that I'd be able to get off from school to take her to her prom. As a Senior, and in good academic standing, I was entitled to one weekend (Noon Saturday to six PM Sunday) away from school after Spring break. However, I was on the track team and all our competitions were on Saturdays. There was no way to make travel arrangements that would work so I had to tell her I wouldn't be able to escort her. She then asked if it was OK for someone else to take her. I knew it was important for her to go so, being a gentleman, I said she could. I wasn't all that happy about it but I knew it was the right thing to do.
At our school there wasn't a "prom" per se. It was semi formal affair called "The Spring Fling" and it was the only time we could have girls on campus. I asked Elle to come up for the weekend but her Mother didn't want her travelling all that distance alone. I'd received a Christmas card from Ann (the girl I'd met in Florida a few years before) and she told me that she'd changed schools. Ironically, her new school was only an hour away from my home. She'd wanted to get together with me again over the holiday but, as luck would have it, I had to be back a day before she did so it didn't happen. Listening to all the guys talking about the good time they were going to have I got the idea to ask Ann. The more I thought about it the more excited I got. I wrote and asked her and soon recieved a letter back. It was bittersweet, at best. I remember it starting off on how excited she was about seeing me again. Then... the letdown. She went on to tell me that a boy from her hometown who was also a student at my school had already asked her. I couldn't believe it. What were the odds? I actually knew the guy. As the weekend approached I asked him if it would be OK to meet with her. I didn't know that there was to be no interaction between students without dates and the girls who'd been invited. On hearing that I felt depressed. From somewhere deep inside I summond the nerve to ask for an audience with the Assistant Head Master. NOBODY did that! When I spoke to him I asked if there wasn't some way for me to at least meet Ann for a short time. I explained the whole situation and even brought the letter I'd received from Ann telling me about her prior invitation. I was surprised that he was so understanding. It belied his reputation. I was told that I could attend the reception in the Library prior to dinner but I'd have to be dressed in a dark suit as if I was going to be attending the dance. I didn't care. I would've worn a gorilla suit just to meet with Ann again.
I'd talked with her date but hadn't thought about asking him if he had a current picture of her. It had been three years since I'd last seen her. I remembered her as being a cute, petite blond. She still qualified as a blonde (barely) but there was no way I would've recognized her if I hadn't know her date. She'd grown taller and filled out a bit but... well... I'm actually being kind when I describe her as being "plain". As I write this I'm actually shaking my head. Maybe I'd built her up in my mind and fully expected to see something like a Cinderella. Wicked step sister? Maybe. All I know is that I was VERY glad that it hadn't worked out.
Evidently one of the female guests was actually a "Typhoid Mary" type and by mid week over 25% of the student body was sick. I was among the first so I ended up being one of the "lucky" ones and got a bed at the infirmary. That was supposed to be a good deal in that there were female nurses to look at and the food was reportedly better than at the dining hall. As bad as I felt (high fever, vomiting and a blinding headache) I didn't care about either. The only benefit I got was having peace and quiet. There were only 40 beds so it didn't long to fill up. Those that got sick later were remanded to their own rooms so they didn't get the TLC that those at the infirmary did. As soon as my fever broke I was able to take advantage (from a "looking" standpoint) of the nurses. The "young" one (probably in her 30's) wore a VERY tight white dress and I could see the leg elastics of her panties as soon as she walked into the room. That did as much to making me feel better as anything they were giving me. Needing the bed for someone with a fever I was discharged the next morning. As I was getting my things together this same nurse cmae into the room to strip the bed. I kept my eyes on her and was rewarded when, after dropping something on the floor, she bent over to pick it up. I knew I was on my way to recovery when, as I saw this perfect half moon of her panty crotch pressing though the white material of her dress, I felt the pressure of a hard on growing in my pants. It was a VERY vivid image that I'd go back to many times at night while trying to go to sleep.
By the time the "epidemic" went through the school over 75% of the students had been sick. Classes were suspended for three days and all athletic events were cancelled for two weeks. I certainly didn't think that getting sick was "fun" but, as it turned out, the whole episode worked to my advantage. Being one of the first to get sick I was one of the first to recover. By the end of the second week I was feeling pretty good and when word was out that there would be no athletics that second weekend I realized that I'd be able to get my "free" weekend. I called Elle and told her I'd be coming home. I got nothing in return... just silence. When she'd asked about me taking her to the prom I didn't take note of the date. It was prom night and she already had a date!. I felt sort of stupid and, even though she couldn't see me, I felt embarassed and found myself perspiring in the phone booth. And then things changed... All of a sudden she yelled into the phone "YES!! Please come!". It took a few minutes to fully understand but Nan and her boyfriend had broken up so she didn't have a date. If I came home then I could be Nan's date. That way I could still be with her (Elle). But, my problems were now just begining. To be able to get off from school I had to have permission from my parents. They were off visiting friends and that was only the beginning. With them away I wouldn't be able to stay at home as I didn't have a key. If I went to stay at my Grandparents it wouldn't do me any good as my Grandfather didn't drive at night and I didn't have my full license. Long story short... I got in touch with my parents and they cleared my leaving with the school. My mother called Elle's mother and arranged for her to pick me up at the ferry as well as for me to stay with them. Henry, Elle's brother was away in the Army so his room was available. It took a lot a "doing" but it got done.
By the time I got to their house it was 4pm. I only got a little time with Elle before it was time for supper and then for the girls to get ready. This was the first time I'd witnessed, up close and personal, a female(s) getting prepared for a big affair. Unbelievable! I stayed downstairs talking with Elle's parents until it was about 20 minutes before her date was to arrive to take us all to the dance. I went up and sat on the edge of Henry's bed, waiting for the bathroom. I'd left the door ajar and could see the two of them darting back and forth between their room and the bathroom. I didn't see anything "interesting" though. Finally, Elle knocked on the door to let me know the bathroom was free. When I heard them going down the stairs I finally came out. They had been working out of Elle's room and when they departed they left the lights on. I stopped on my way by and peeked in. The clothes they'd been wearing were in two piles just inside the door. I recognized the blouse Elle was wearing but what caught my eye was the little bit of white I saw peeking out of the pile of denim which was actually her jeans. I took the few steps necessary to reach it and bent over and tugged at the white material. Out popped not one pair of panties but two! They were all rolled up but what was immediately noticable was that one was nylon and one was cotton. The cotton ones were the interesting ones. As I unrolled them I could see that they looked a LOT like the Carters Spanky Pants. When I got to the waist elastic there was that familiar Carter's label right there in the middle of the back. Now all this took but a few seconds but it seemed like an eternity. I was now holding the panties by their waist elastics and took a look down into the crotch. It looked yellow so I grabbed it and found they were damp. Now holding them by the crotch I looked at the cotton ones and could see the wet spot. But I also saw another, larger, stain which was dry. Now I was perspiring and my heart was racing. I knew I had to get downstairs and quickly. I hadn't been in the bathroom yet and I had this enormous bulge in my pants. I attempeted to return the panties to where I'd found them and then ducked into the bathroom. I needed to pee but there was just no way. Before I could go I heard Elle call upstairs that our ride (her date) was there. I went and got my tie and jacket and headed down the stairs, my "bulge" finally subsiding by the time I hit the bottom landing.
A good time was had by all. I got to dance with Elle a few times and made sure that Nan had a good time. I didn't get any other chances to "peek" before Elle's mother took me back to the ferry. On the trip back to school I was pretty happy in knowing that Elle was "using" the Carter's panties that I'd given her (that had been Judy's). I also knew that my eyes hadn't been playing trick on me when I'd gotten a peek at Elle's panties back at Christmas time. It was only about a month until graduation and it was time to start dreaming about being home for the Summer. The memory of what I'd just had in my hands served me well in my fantasies on what was to come.
To be continued...
The hardest part about returning to school was in knowing that it would be five months until I'd see Elle again. Even though our Spring breaks coincided, Elle's High School Senior trip to Washington D.C. was scheduled for the first part of it and Nan had invited Elle to go to her house in Florida on the back side. At least that let me not feel guilty about spending my week in North Carolina with my Grandparents and the horses. I really enjoyed the part with the horses but it was incredibly boring when I wasn't at the track. There were no other "young" people staying at the hotel while I was there. My brother didn't even come. Bingo and Game Night were the highlights.
While we were still at home during Christmas, Elle had asked if there was any chance that I'd be able to get off from school to take her to her prom. As a Senior, and in good academic standing, I was entitled to one weekend (Noon Saturday to six PM Sunday) away from school after Spring break. However, I was on the track team and all our competitions were on Saturdays. There was no way to make travel arrangements that would work so I had to tell her I wouldn't be able to escort her. She then asked if it was OK for someone else to take her. I knew it was important for her to go so, being a gentleman, I said she could. I wasn't all that happy about it but I knew it was the right thing to do.
At our school there wasn't a "prom" per se. It was semi formal affair called "The Spring Fling" and it was the only time we could have girls on campus. I asked Elle to come up for the weekend but her Mother didn't want her travelling all that distance alone. I'd received a Christmas card from Ann (the girl I'd met in Florida a few years before) and she told me that she'd changed schools. Ironically, her new school was only an hour away from my home. She'd wanted to get together with me again over the holiday but, as luck would have it, I had to be back a day before she did so it didn't happen. Listening to all the guys talking about the good time they were going to have I got the idea to ask Ann. The more I thought about it the more excited I got. I wrote and asked her and soon recieved a letter back. It was bittersweet, at best. I remember it starting off on how excited she was about seeing me again. Then... the letdown. She went on to tell me that a boy from her hometown who was also a student at my school had already asked her. I couldn't believe it. What were the odds? I actually knew the guy. As the weekend approached I asked him if it would be OK to meet with her. I didn't know that there was to be no interaction between students without dates and the girls who'd been invited. On hearing that I felt depressed. From somewhere deep inside I summond the nerve to ask for an audience with the Assistant Head Master. NOBODY did that! When I spoke to him I asked if there wasn't some way for me to at least meet Ann for a short time. I explained the whole situation and even brought the letter I'd received from Ann telling me about her prior invitation. I was surprised that he was so understanding. It belied his reputation. I was told that I could attend the reception in the Library prior to dinner but I'd have to be dressed in a dark suit as if I was going to be attending the dance. I didn't care. I would've worn a gorilla suit just to meet with Ann again.
I'd talked with her date but hadn't thought about asking him if he had a current picture of her. It had been three years since I'd last seen her. I remembered her as being a cute, petite blond. She still qualified as a blonde (barely) but there was no way I would've recognized her if I hadn't know her date. She'd grown taller and filled out a bit but... well... I'm actually being kind when I describe her as being "plain". As I write this I'm actually shaking my head. Maybe I'd built her up in my mind and fully expected to see something like a Cinderella. Wicked step sister? Maybe. All I know is that I was VERY glad that it hadn't worked out.
Evidently one of the female guests was actually a "Typhoid Mary" type and by mid week over 25% of the student body was sick. I was among the first so I ended up being one of the "lucky" ones and got a bed at the infirmary. That was supposed to be a good deal in that there were female nurses to look at and the food was reportedly better than at the dining hall. As bad as I felt (high fever, vomiting and a blinding headache) I didn't care about either. The only benefit I got was having peace and quiet. There were only 40 beds so it didn't long to fill up. Those that got sick later were remanded to their own rooms so they didn't get the TLC that those at the infirmary did. As soon as my fever broke I was able to take advantage (from a "looking" standpoint) of the nurses. The "young" one (probably in her 30's) wore a VERY tight white dress and I could see the leg elastics of her panties as soon as she walked into the room. That did as much to making me feel better as anything they were giving me. Needing the bed for someone with a fever I was discharged the next morning. As I was getting my things together this same nurse cmae into the room to strip the bed. I kept my eyes on her and was rewarded when, after dropping something on the floor, she bent over to pick it up. I knew I was on my way to recovery when, as I saw this perfect half moon of her panty crotch pressing though the white material of her dress, I felt the pressure of a hard on growing in my pants. It was a VERY vivid image that I'd go back to many times at night while trying to go to sleep.
By the time the "epidemic" went through the school over 75% of the students had been sick. Classes were suspended for three days and all athletic events were cancelled for two weeks. I certainly didn't think that getting sick was "fun" but, as it turned out, the whole episode worked to my advantage. Being one of the first to get sick I was one of the first to recover. By the end of the second week I was feeling pretty good and when word was out that there would be no athletics that second weekend I realized that I'd be able to get my "free" weekend. I called Elle and told her I'd be coming home. I got nothing in return... just silence. When she'd asked about me taking her to the prom I didn't take note of the date. It was prom night and she already had a date!. I felt sort of stupid and, even though she couldn't see me, I felt embarassed and found myself perspiring in the phone booth. And then things changed... All of a sudden she yelled into the phone "YES!! Please come!". It took a few minutes to fully understand but Nan and her boyfriend had broken up so she didn't have a date. If I came home then I could be Nan's date. That way I could still be with her (Elle). But, my problems were now just begining. To be able to get off from school I had to have permission from my parents. They were off visiting friends and that was only the beginning. With them away I wouldn't be able to stay at home as I didn't have a key. If I went to stay at my Grandparents it wouldn't do me any good as my Grandfather didn't drive at night and I didn't have my full license. Long story short... I got in touch with my parents and they cleared my leaving with the school. My mother called Elle's mother and arranged for her to pick me up at the ferry as well as for me to stay with them. Henry, Elle's brother was away in the Army so his room was available. It took a lot a "doing" but it got done.
By the time I got to their house it was 4pm. I only got a little time with Elle before it was time for supper and then for the girls to get ready. This was the first time I'd witnessed, up close and personal, a female(s) getting prepared for a big affair. Unbelievable! I stayed downstairs talking with Elle's parents until it was about 20 minutes before her date was to arrive to take us all to the dance. I went up and sat on the edge of Henry's bed, waiting for the bathroom. I'd left the door ajar and could see the two of them darting back and forth between their room and the bathroom. I didn't see anything "interesting" though. Finally, Elle knocked on the door to let me know the bathroom was free. When I heard them going down the stairs I finally came out. They had been working out of Elle's room and when they departed they left the lights on. I stopped on my way by and peeked in. The clothes they'd been wearing were in two piles just inside the door. I recognized the blouse Elle was wearing but what caught my eye was the little bit of white I saw peeking out of the pile of denim which was actually her jeans. I took the few steps necessary to reach it and bent over and tugged at the white material. Out popped not one pair of panties but two! They were all rolled up but what was immediately noticable was that one was nylon and one was cotton. The cotton ones were the interesting ones. As I unrolled them I could see that they looked a LOT like the Carters Spanky Pants. When I got to the waist elastic there was that familiar Carter's label right there in the middle of the back. Now all this took but a few seconds but it seemed like an eternity. I was now holding the panties by their waist elastics and took a look down into the crotch. It looked yellow so I grabbed it and found they were damp. Now holding them by the crotch I looked at the cotton ones and could see the wet spot. But I also saw another, larger, stain which was dry. Now I was perspiring and my heart was racing. I knew I had to get downstairs and quickly. I hadn't been in the bathroom yet and I had this enormous bulge in my pants. I attempeted to return the panties to where I'd found them and then ducked into the bathroom. I needed to pee but there was just no way. Before I could go I heard Elle call upstairs that our ride (her date) was there. I went and got my tie and jacket and headed down the stairs, my "bulge" finally subsiding by the time I hit the bottom landing.
A good time was had by all. I got to dance with Elle a few times and made sure that Nan had a good time. I didn't get any other chances to "peek" before Elle's mother took me back to the ferry. On the trip back to school I was pretty happy in knowing that Elle was "using" the Carter's panties that I'd given her (that had been Judy's). I also knew that my eyes hadn't been playing trick on me when I'd gotten a peek at Elle's panties back at Christmas time. It was only about a month until graduation and it was time to start dreaming about being home for the Summer. The memory of what I'd just had in my hands served me well in my fantasies on what was to come.
To be continued...
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