SPRINGING AHEAD... A busy time (Part 127b)

SPRINGING AHEAD... A busy time (Part 127b)

When I walked across the lobby on my way to my desk that first Friday of the month Trish intercepted me. She had a concerned look on her face which telegraphed that she had some bad news. It didn’t seem so bad at first when she told me Laura wouldn’t be in. Her absence didn’t affect the work I was responsible for so, for a second, wondered why she was informing me about it. Then she gave me the really bad news.

Laura had been living with the parents of my friend, James, who owned a local gas station that I patronized. His daughter, Peggy, had been a babysitter for Elle and I when we lived in the mobile home park in town. Peggy had gotten married, much to her parents dismay, right after graduating from high school. The boy was in the Coast Guard and was assigned to a station in North Carolina. Right after their wedding they moved there which opened up the opportunity for Laura to move in with Peggy’s parents. Over time she’d become a “surrogate daughter" to them, filling Peggy’s the void Peggy's hasty departure created. Added to the situation was the fact that Peggy was pregnant. James had gotten over his ”hurt“ and he and his wife had driven down to see Peggy and her husband over Christmas. The last I’d heard from James was that Peggy’s baby was due the end of February.

Trish didn’t know all the details but she did know that Peggy’s husband had been killed in a car accident while on his way to the hospital to see Peggy and the new baby. Peggy’s mother received the sad news the previous evening while James was out but Laura had been at the home. The mother fainted at the news and Laura found her on the floor. When Laura got her up the woman grabbed hold of her and just held on to her. She'd pleaded with Laura to stay with her that morning while James made arrangements to go to North Carolina.

I still had my coat on while Trish was telling me all this. It was like someone had made up a horror story. I knew that Hobie knew James so I gave him my version of it and when I finally sat down it was after 9am and the customers were filing into the bank. I really don’t remember the rest of the day until it was time to drive home. That was when all the ”moving parts“ seemed to come together and I came to the realization the Peggy would have to come home with her baby and that would mean Laura would have to find another place to stay. Elle was upset with the news about Peggy and, like me, wanted to do something to help James, his wife and, of course, Peggy and her new baby but we didn’t know where to start.

On top of everything else, there were home basketball games scheduled for that night. I’d half heartedly promised Johnnie that I’d go to the last two games of the season but had absolutely no desire to go that night. Elle thought it would be a good idea for all of us to go if for no other reason than to get our minds off the tragedy. Walking into the gym I recognized the opposing school as being the smallest in our league. Johnnie had mentioned them as being the best hope for a win so I managed to focus on that. As usual, we sat with Sandy. She and Elle soon got into a deep conversation and I was left to handle the kids. My oldest daughter, Jean, had become quite a fan especially with the brother of one of her best friends on the team. That made at least one of my ”charges“ visually occupied. With Elle by her side Sandy seemed much more reserved than usual but I was too occupied with the kids to comment on it.

With less than a minute to play Johnnie’s team was ahead by a few points. Johnnie’s kids were obviously looking at the scoreboard and not paying attention to the game because the other team scored and immediately got the ball back. I thought Johnnie would have an apoplectic fit. But, in the end, the other team made the last mistake and, finally, Johnnie and the team were winners. When I looked over at Sandy she was crying.

By then Kaye, our youngest, was more than ready to go home. The older two wanted to stay and see Susan, the cheerleader who’d babysat them a few times. Elle won out and we headed home. I commented on Sandy's calmness and Elle just smiled back at me with one of those looks that she'd get when she had something "interesting" to tell me. But, with the kids right there she wasn't about to tell me right there.  She had been right with the thought that the game would get our minds off Peggy and her folks and by the time we had the kids in bed all I could concentrate on was what "juicy" (pun intended) news Elle had for me about Sandy.

To be continued...

SPRINGING AHEAD... A Busy Time (Part 127a)

SPRINGING AHEAD... A Busy Time (Part 127a)

March was shaping up to be a hectic one both at work and at home. If there was one thing that I was looking forward to it was what was happening to the house next door. Celia, the owner, had moved to live with her sister and put the house up for sale. The house had been vacant since just before the end of the year and every so often I’d see some indication that someone had been looking at it, usually by a light left on. The first indication that something positive had happened was seeing a couple of trucks over in the driveway. On the way to work I stopped at the realty office to ask Vic, the salesperson, what was happening. I was hoping that he’d been able to sell it for Celia. But, he hadn’t. Celia hadn’t paid the property taxes in a few years and it had been sold at a tax sale. All I could think of was poor Celia and her daughter not getting anything for it. Vic told me that he thought it was being taken over by a developer from up West who was going to modernize it to sell. Selfishly, I was glad that we might soon get a new neighbor.

At work, all the “chatter” was about Cassie, the teller who was getting married on the upcoming weekend. Two of the other tellers were asked to be in the wedding party. The dresses for the bridesmaids had been bought out of a catalog and the ones for the two girls had been delivered to the bank. All the females wanted to see what they looked like so, as soon as the doors were closed to the public all the women clamored to see them. I wasn’t happy about it but let them have some fun before getting them back to work and proving up for the day.

The woman I’d hired to replace Cassie, Donna, had picked up on the duties of a teller very rapidly. She was 40 years old and had no previous experience. In fact she hadn’t worked since her son was born some 15 years earlier. She’d held some sort of low level supervisory position for a big company in the city. Well dressed and well spoken, she won me over right from the start of her interview. It didn’t hurt that she was attractive. Initial feedback on her was that she was very good with the customers. However, I was also getting some “rumblings” that the other tellers found her to be somewhat “haughty” in the dealings with her.  The report was that she thought some of her duties were a bit beneath her. I called her over to discuss it and quickly found that she was, very much, a flirt and adept at diverting the conversation from the topic at hand. I picked up on it right away and told her that she was to follow the job description and direction from Cara, the teller training her. I told her that after she’d proven she could do the job that we’d listen to her “suggestions”. The whole while I was talking she had a somewhat smirky smile on her face and kept batting her eyelashes. She’d been sitting at the side chair along side my desk with her legs crossed. As the conversation went on she’d managed to hike the hem of her skirt up about halfway up her her thigh. Then, when she got up to leave, very slowly uncrossed her legs while spreading her knees. It caused me to swallow hard. There was no way not to see right up to her crotch. She was wearing red panties. That was a first for me. I’d seen them in the stores but never on a living, breathing woman. As she walked away I began to wonder what my facial expression had been. I also wondered if it wasn’t I who was being “schooled”.

I’d started collecting data on dress codes at other banks and found they were pretty much in the same situation as we were. One of the banks I contacted had been taken to court by a female employee who had been sent home because her skirt was too high. It got settled out of court but the bank was still struggling on how to police it. A while back, Trish, representing the “Polish Mafia” and some other females at the bank, approached me about the possibility of wearing pants/trousers to work. I told her I’d work on it and, in making the calls, broached that subject with them. One bank told me they had allowed it and used it as a “carrot” to get the females with short skirts and hemlines to “tone it down”. Hearing that, I pretty much felt had a solution that the Board of Trustees might go for.

The Board of Trustees maintained any number of sub committees to consider various bank related topics. There were three members who seemed to be on most of them because they were always coming and going, usually meeting with Bert, the president. Following one of those meetings I got a call from J J, the mortgage officer. For some reason they had convened right outside his office door and he’d overheard them talking about the possibility of opening a branch office and he though I might like to know about it. I’d not heard anything about it but knew that they (the Board) were concerned about the inroads a new Savings and Loan that had opened West of our town had been making due to an aggressive ad campaign. When I heard J J mention a branch I put the two together. My first thought was that it would mean more work for me and my days were already full. I couldn’t dwell on the subject with only J J’s word to go on but it was something I had to keep in mind..

Another project that I had to have finished by the end of the month was gathering empirical data concerning the bank using and outside service bureau to process our banking transactions. I’d started on it a few times in the past and when I’d provided a guesstimate on the costs of just the new equipment  I was told to stop. Being just a junior officer didn’t give me much standing to protest the shortsightedness of their thinking. I knew we were just one equipment breakdown from a public relations disaster but they were only thinking of the capital expenditure. At least this time the direction had come from the president at the last Board meeting so I felt a little better as I set about gathering up the information on options the bank could take.

Certainly not far from my thoughts was “B’s” racecar. He’d called me about midweek to confirm that I’d be available to work on putting the motor together. It was a lot easier to take one apart than putting one together. Actually, my primary interest was in finding out what happened when “B” told Jon about Jon’s sister, Leigh, using their Summer house for a tryst (or two) but with Elle nearby decided to wait.

At the very end of my priority list was the party Elle and I were to host for the “group”. I truly believed in the “cause”, that of changing the members of the Board of Education who seemed to live in the past. However, Pat (the PTA lady), with her controlling ways, had worn her welcome out with me. I wasn’t looking forward to the gathering as they’d become more of a meeting than a party. I rather enjoyed the way they’d been when Elle and I had been asked to join in. I knew she’d coerced Bob into running for one of the two positions and was now badgering Fritz to run for the other. I wasn’t looking forward to our “party”.

To be continued...

WINTER DOLDRUMS... February (Part 126g)

WINTER DOLDRUMS... February (Part 126g)

When “B” was shown the dish with the cigarette butts he picked one up, studied it, and then started to laugh. I couldn’t think of anything funny about a cigarette butt so asked what was so funny. I remember his exact words... “The mystery is solved! It’s Leigh!” The name seemed a bit familiar but I wasn’t sure so I questioned him. Leigh was Jon (the milkman) and Rob’s sister, whose parents owned the house. “B” said it’d been a few years since he’d seen her but she smoked like a chimney and only Virginia Slims cigarettes. He said she was somewhat of a “kook” and didn’t get along with her brothers or her father and that’s why she hadn’t been around. After looking at the condition of the bed he laughed again saying that she must’ve been “pretty desperate” to drive some 90 miles to get a lay.  All I could do was to listen... and start to wonder about the panties in my pocket. I briefly thought about telling “B” about them but quickly decided against it.

As we headed back to the garage I asked “B” what he was going to tell Jon or his father. He had a big grin on his face and told me the first place he was headed for when we left for the day was to Jon’s house. I could see he was anxious to tell him but we’d started the fire in the stove. I wanted to get at the rear end that “B” had bought to see if he’d lucked out and actually gotten the one with the gear ratio I was looking for. It took about an hour to get it apart and when I found it was the right one “B” said it was time to go. It didn’t bother me as I was cold even with the fire in the pot bellied stove... plus I was anxious to look at the panties still in my coat pocket.

As “B” drove me home he told me a bit about the girl. One word pretty much summed her up... spoiled. She pretty much got whatever she wanted as she had her mother wrapped around her little finger. Nice clothes, expensive car and... a bad attitude. When he dropped me off I could tell he was relishing the thought of being the one to “rat her out” to her brother, Jon.

Being almost dark and knowing Elle was waiting for me I had to hold off checking out the panties I’d found in the house under the bed when “B” and I were checking it out. You’ve heard the statement about money burning a hole in a person’s pocket... well these panties were doing sort of the same thing. I knew I’d only have a quick minute to check them out when I used the toilet and washed up but it meant having to stuff them back in my pocket. Elle didn’t like having me wearing my dirty, oily clothes in the house so I’d usually strip out of them and throw them in the wash basket at the bottom of the cellar stairs. I wasn’t real happy with that but it was the best I could come up with.

I’d only really felt them when I stuffed them in my pocket and was a bit surprised when I actually pulled them out. A much thinner nylon material that the satin tricot ones I held them up in front of me and could see right through both the front and back layers of the material. Knowing I only had a few seconds for my “inspection”, I searched out the label. I wasn’t surprised when I read it especially after hearing “B” describe the woman... Vanity Fair. I’d come to the conclusion that rich women chose that brand . I’d only bought Elle a few pair and remembered that they were somewhat expensive. Turning the label over I saw the word “Pechglo” and had no idea what it meant. The panties were size 6 and seemed to be well worn with some of the threads holding the waist elastic broken with the loose threads just hanging there. As interesting as that was it was what I found in the crotch area that really got me. It was obviously dried cum covering a good part of the crotch. I didn’t have to to dwell on it though because Elle was calling out to me asking if I was OK.

The panties went back in my pocket and the trousers ended up down in the basement. My main thoughts were to come up with an excuse to go down there after supper to retrieve them. I thought I’d come up one but before I could act on it the phone rang. It was Pat (the PTA lady) who wanted to speak to me. I’d gotten to the point of almost disliking her and tried to avoid her as much as possible. So, having her call, specifically to me, was a bit of a shock. She’d already persuaded Bob, a member of our “group” to run for the School Board. She’d engineered getting Jon (the milkman) elected as a start and was now focusing on getting more changes made. She wanted me to put pressure on Fritz, another member of the “group”, to run for the other position up for election. She was hard to deal with but I absolutely agreed with what she was attempting to accomplish so agreed. She also reminded me that it was Elle’s and my turn to host the monthly party.

By the time I was done explaining the reason for the call to Elle, Sunday night TV was on and my reason for going down to the basement was no longer valid. However, my thoughts never strayed far from them. While watch TV I kept wondering why there was so much cum in the panties if I’d found them on the floor just under the edge of the bed. Elle and I’d had sex with her still wearing her panties and knew they’d be filled with cum as soon as she got up. The only thing I could come up with was that she’d had sex before getting to the house and into bed... possibly in the car. It just seemed strange to me.

I was able to get the panties out of the work pants by getting up early the next morning to take my shower. I wasn’t happy with where I ended up hiding them and knew they’d have to be moved. Plus, I wanted to take a much closer look at them. It almost seemed like a conspiracy to keep me from doing it as it ended up being the end of the week before I got to them. Definitely a different type of nylon that I’d seen or held before I decided I didn’t really like it. At least it was something learned for the future. In looking at them I reminded myself that I had always wanted to see the female who went with panties I’d seen or touched. In spite of “B” appraisal of the woman, I still wanted to see what she looked like.

To be continued...
  

Update #8

Update #8

We’re back from our daughter’s with a lot of hope. A meeting with the doctors who performed the surgery coupled with the pathology reports indicated that they got the cancer. At the present time she will only have to deal with radiation and not chemotherapy. That’s very good news!. It will be a little longer until she knows just when the radiation will start.

It’s good to be back at our new home. Since we moved in we’ve only been here for about half the time. For those of you who’ve hung in there waiting for more posts at Fancy Panties. there’s good news. I’ve got an outline and am ready to start writing tomorrow. So... check back in a day or two.

Again, thanks for the support and I hope you’ll continue to follow “Fancy Panties”.

 Pantymaven

Update #7

Update # 7

I feel badly that I haven’t posted and update in so long... any number of reasons could be used but the bottom line is I didn’t. My daughter had a lumpectomy that removed two nodules and the preliminary pathology showed that they got it all. However, we’re still awaiting the full report. That’s the good news. The less than good news is that, psychologically, she is still a “basket case”. That’s the part that we’ve been working on... trying to get her spirits up. I flew home to take care of “business” (paying the bills and all that kind of stuff) on Wednesday and am flying back at noon today. I still have the intention of continuing the blog and have located the missing paperwork (the thread keeper) as well as the rest of the notes I’d made. Because there are so many people coming and going at my daughter’s house I just haven’t felt comfortable working on it there. So... it’ll be a little longer until I’m back.
     The Pantymaven 

Update # 6

... a few "bumps in the road"...

First... I still haven't located a very important part of this blog... It's what I call the "thread keeper" and it's supposed to keep me headed in the right direction. With the interruption for the move and all that went with it I've lost track of where I was and where I was headed. I know it's here... somewhere. My office was the last thing to be packed and it got very hectic that day. If I could go back in time I could take you right to where it was. I'm thinking (hoping) that it and all the papers in that pile got swept up into a "catchall" box and is still in the storage locker. But, right now it's the least of my problems...

Right after the move I found a pimple right next to my nose that wouldn't go away. At the urging of my wife (Elle) I made an appointment with the dermotologist. Long story short... it was skin cancer (a squamus{sp} cell carcinoma), not good but not all that bad. The trouble is the bandage that I have to wear because it blocks the vision in my left (good) eye.

Then, on Saturday, we got a call from our oldest daughter... breast cancer. We won't know the extent of it until the operation, the date of which is still to be determined. This, for her (and for us) could not have come at a worse time. I won't go into the details but less that a year ago she had a major operation to remove a cyst from her brain right behind her right eye. The operation was successful and her initial recovery exceeded expectations but she hit a plateau this Summer and the neurologist wouldn't clear her to go back to work. She, an award winning elementary school teacher, used up all of her accumulated sick leave and, due to some quirky rules in her state/school district was to be, of all things, terminated if she didn't retire. This was a complete blind side to her and was really upsetting. the details of her undesired retirement were in the process of being worked out when the news of the cancer came in.

To say that she is a mental wreck is putting it mildly, so, my wife and I headed North yesterday to help her through the situation. I have no idea how long we'll be there but it will definitely be until we all have an idea what lies ahead for her. I still have hope to continue and will, from time to time, post an update. Until then, thanks for stopping by.
    The Pantymaven

Update #5

Update #5
 Had the first bad experience since starting (and completing) the move. The complex we moved to only has Comcast and although I was wary of it when told about it, knew I didn’t have a choice so swallowed hard. It took a little over two weeks before the problems started. I won’t bore you with much detail but after almost three weeks of severe problems I finally have access to the internet. They ran a whole new cable into our unit and I’ve been on (and uninterrupted) since about noon. The problem included TV as well. Hopefully the new cable will solve ALL the problems.

OB... your last comment is sooooooo true! Boxes on top of boxes and wondering where to put the stuff. I’m asking myself why I brought some of it in the first place. Had one funny moment though. Opened one box, clearly marked as mine, only to find it filled with stuff that was to be recycled. I have no idea what I was thinking when I wrote on it. Maybe it was because it was well after midnight (or at least that’s the excuse I used) when I wrote on the box. I wasn't the only one as my wife discovered a storage tub over the weekend filled with coats and jackets that she'd forgotten about. Up to then she was so proud of herself for having enough room for all her clothes.

The target for getting back to regular posting is the latter part of next week. The only real “chore” I have left is to get my office fully organized. I’m still missing some things that I need but I’m confident that I’ll find them. To my loyal followers... I appreciate the patience.
    The Pantymaven

Update #4

Update #4
What a month!!!

We are living in our new "digs" but far, far from settled. The closing on the old house took place yesterday but what an experience to get to that point. It came VERY close to not happening at all. Long story short... when I paid off the mortgage, some 17 years ago, the bank that held the mortgage never recorded it so when they were doing the title search the old mortgage showed up as being unpaid. It would take me an hour to tell you what took place to get it resolved... but it was with only hours to go before settlement. Briefly, the original bank that I got the mortgage from sold it to another bank who then merged with another bank who then merged with yet another bank. Somewhere, over the course of time, the records for my loan got lost. To start with, I'd like to have back time I spent on trying to prove that I'd paid the loan. That was time I desperately needed to pack up our things and get moved but that all had to wait. Needless to say there was no time for writing during that ordeal. Now I'm faced with sorting though all the hastily packed boxes trying to find things... so it'll be a little longer until I can get back to writing... but I will! For those of you who still stop by... THANKS!!!

Update #3

Update #3

We’re making progress... although it’s agonizingly slow. The past week was especially hectic and I rarely had a free moment to check on-line. Was finally approved for a “bridge loan” and after settling on that made arrangements for the settlement on the condo... all the while meeting with people who were purchasing various household components that we had designated to sell (memorabilia, collections, etc). On top of that I had to meet with contractors to do work on the condo itself (painting, remodeling and the like), potential movers and, the most time consuming boxing the things we’re going to take with us. I truly haven’t forgotten “Fancy Panties” but my conscience has me focused on the goal of getting out of here, (settlement is the last week in August) and into the condo. If I find a free hour or two I’ll write some more. I do hope those of you who read “Fancy Panties” will continue to have patience... and again, thanks for the favorable comments.

WINTER DOLDRUMS... February (Part 126f)

WINTER DOLDRUMS... February (Part 126f)

I had to wait quite a while for Elle to  reappear from the locker room. With most of the people who showed up being female the lines for the toilets were long. I dared to ask her how she made out and her answer somewhat surprised me... ”just a bit damp... and I didn’t change...“. With us being with Sandy and Johnnie I figured that she would’ve, for sure, changed so I asked her if she did it for me. She gave me a ”look“ and said it would’ve been more embarrassing to attempt to change into dry panties. Then I asked if she’d seen Sandy and she said she did but not to speak too... the lines and crowd of people in the locker room were just too much to bother with. We had to wait for a short while for Johnnie and Sandy to show up and by then our parking ”advantage“ was lost. Sandy seemed perturbed as she arrived and Elle decided to get in the back seat with her. That was OK with me because I knew Johnnie would be more talkative than Elle.

From way back when my boarding school friend, Fred, and I first became friends he’d exposed me to a local diner that had a very good reputation. I suggested that we go there to get a bite to eat. Elle protested right away saying that we’d stick out like sore thumbs dressed as we were. I could see Sandy shaking her head in the rear view mirror as well.  Johnnie was all for it so I made the turn into into the parking lot. We did offer to bring the women some food if they wished but, both were being stubborn, and declined. While waiting to be served I asked Johnnie what was bothering Sandy. He made a ”face“ and said something along the lines was that she was just being ”ultra sensitive“. We were just about to be served when they walked in. Sandy was definitely in a better mood.

The trip home was easy. I left them off and we went to pick up the kids from Elle’s mother. On the way I asked what had made them change their mind about eating. She wasn’t about to tell me without getting something in return from me. She said the first Spring catalog had arrived from Sears and she’d already turned down a page. That was my cue to say ”OK!“, and hope that she’d explain.

Basically, Sandy had ”dribbled” before leaving for the clinic that morning and then, again, right before the clinic began. Hearing that I realized that Sandy had been at least damp when we were taking the instruction and that started a bit of a bulge. She’d brought dry panties and changed into them befor the exhibition. That was why she was late getting a seat. Expecting a two hour trip home she went into the locker room to use the toilet but... like Elle, found a lot other women in line. By the time she got into a stall she ended up being more than damp and didn’t want to go into the diner that way. Elle, not having used her spare panties gave them to Sandy and she slipped them on over her damp panties. That meant that she was sort of wet when she came into the diner and then on the trip home. Verrrry interesting... Back at home I found the “cost“ for the information about Sandy to be a halter shorts set. I actually liked it as soon as I saw it... a small price to pay.

Nothing of importance happened from then right up to the end of the month. Big ”B“ and I had continued to work on his racecar on Sunday afternoons, spending more time talking than working. One thing I’d wanted right from the time I’d gotten back into racing again was a special gear ratio for the rear end... a 9/41. I wont bore you with an explanation other than to say they were incredibly rare. I’d mentioned it to ”B“ a few times, not expecting him to follow up on it. Being an ”over the road“ salesman he covered a lot of territory that featured stock car racing. Being gregarious by nature, ”B“ made a lot of friends and they, upon hearing of his new found interest in racing, was introduced to others with the same interests. I think it was a Thursday night and I’d just gotten home when I saw headlights in the driveway. Not expecting anyone I was really curious. Turning on the floodlight out by the garage I recognized ”B’s“ black Ford sedan. But what caught my attention was what was on the trunk of the car. It was a full rear end for a car.

I saw ”B“ head up the walk to the house, without his coat. It had to be in the 20’s and when I opened the door he called for me to come on out. However, there was no way that I was venturing out there without a coat. Joining him, he was obviously exited. ”It’s a 9/41!“. I wasn’t so sure, having been ”burned“ once on what was supposedly a 9/41. There was only one way to know for sure and that was to take it apart. I certainly wasn’t going to do it right there and told ”B“ I’d help him take it off his car... over at the place where we kept the racecar.

Elle wasn’t happy but at that moment I didn’t care. On the way over I suggested that we wait to inspect his purchase until the weekend where we had daylight as there was no electric power to the garage. While untying the rear end from the car I happened to look over at the house. I thought I saw  the glow of a cigarette from an upstairs window. I mentioned it to ”B“. We walked towards the house but the” glow” had disappeared by the time we got under the window. I asked if he wanted to go and check inside but he declined saying I'd imagined it and we could do it on Sunday. That was OK by me because I, even with my Winter coat on, was now cold. I knew “B” was disappointed that I wasn’t as excited about the rear end as he was but we didn’t need to know if it was what we wanted right away.

Sunday came soon enough. We started the fire in the stove and then headed over to the house to do the weekly inspection. Only a few steps inside were necessary to smell stale cigarette smoke. “B” looked at me and shrugged his shoulders saying that it looked like I was right. We found a cigarette butt in the sink but what was interesting was that there was lipstick on it. As we walked around the first floor we hypothesized who it could’ve been with neither of us having any idea at all. The door was locked when we entered so whoever it was must’ve had a key. On the second floor we split up with “B” taking one side of the hall and me the other. I knew that I was on the side closest to the garage and when I walked into the room where I’d thought I’d seen the “glow” I knew for sure that I’d been right. It was obvious that someone had been in or on the bed. I walked around to the window side of it and saw a dish on the floor and in it was a bunch of cigarette butts. When I bent down to see if they had lipstick on them I saw something that caught my eye. I reached for it and pulled out a pair of panties. I remember thinking that I didn’t want “B” to see them and quickly stuffed them in my coat pocket. It was then that I called for “B” to come into the room.

To be continued...

Update #2...

Update #2...

First of all I’d like to thank those who took the time to comment and to encourage me to continue to write. It is my intention to do so but there will be an interruption. Let me explain...

As those of you who have been following this blog know, one of my wife’s closest and dearest friends recently died. Her death was very traumatic for my wife and seeing the results of it on her family got her to thinking about seriously planning for our future. We’d given some casual thought to “downsizing” in the past but our time with my wife’s friend’s family kicked that up a whole lot. Right before we received word of her death we saw that a house in our community (same size and model) had sold for what I considered an unbelievable price. Upon our return I contacted a realtor friend who also lives in the community and asked her what she thought our house was worth. Her first response was to ask if we were serious as she had a ready buyer for this particular model house. When she told me she thought I could get more money than the house I’d seen as being sold it got my attention. When I said we were serious she asked if she could bring her buyer over to look at the house. We said yes and, long story short, the buyer not only liked it but made a cash offer. Totally unprepared for it we hesitated, but only for a day. The buyer signed a contract and we have until August 29th to close on it. Talk about a change!

So, since then we have found a very nice condo and have been “downsizing” from about 6am until about 11pm, daily. It has been a daunting task going through all the things we’ve collected in the 30 years we’ve lived in this house. However, we’re committed now and have no choice but to make some hard decisions on what to keep, what to sell and what to throw away. Because of the time constraints I don’t know when I’ll be able to get back to posting on a regular basis. However, I do plan on returning. Please check back from time to time because I’m hoping to be able to post more to "Fancy Panties“ before our move. After that will be the ”period of adjustment“, getting all systems in place and settled in and I probably will not have the ability to write for a few weeks. Again, thanks for the encouragement and comments. It is really appreciated!

Update...

Looks like lean times have arrived for "Fancy Panties"... only two "hits" on the Heads Up posting.
In any case... I (we) are back from the West coast. Arrived Thursday night to find our car had been  vandalized. By the time the authorities were contacted, all the reports were filed and we got a taxi ride home it was almost 4am... on the 4th of July. Try to get anything done on the 4th!... lotsa luck. In any case, I (we) now have a rental car courtesy of the insurance company. It may be a few days until I'm able to get caught up and back to writing... if anyone cares...

A Heads Up...

To all that take the time to read this tome... I'll be away for  a short while. My wife's college roommate (4 years) died in her sleep Thursday night. The funeral is on Monday and we're flying out to Seattle in a short while. I'm not sure when I'll be able to resume posting as I'm leaving with a lot of things up in the air (month end). In any case, I WILL return!

WINTER DOLDRUMS... February (Part 126e)

WINTER DOLDRUMS... February (Part 126e)

When we pulled into the academy parking lot we were early enough to find a space right in front. The bulk of the parking spaces were out behind the building and ingress and egress was difficult. I remembered back to the grand opening and it took almost a half hour to get off the property. Our plan was to experience the clinic, watch the exhibition between the two girls and be on our way home, trying to salvage some daylight in the process. I quickly found Shelly and introduced her to Sandy and Johnnie. Seeing us dressed in tennis clothes she smiled and said it was a wise decision pointing to all the people headed for the locker rooms. She gave us one bit of surprising news. She told us that she always tried to split up husbands and wives in theses sort of affairs saying that there should only be one ”coach“ and that should be the person running the clinic. She had a bit of a smile when she said it. Then she told Sandy and I to head for court one where we’d be working with a girl named Kerry. It didn’t bother me but it seemed like Sandy was a bit upset. Elle and Johnnie were sent to court three to work with a girl named Karen.

I remember standing there waiting with trepidation as I watched the others in our group file in. Mostly middle aged women, I did see one with a very short dress on that I decided would be my ”target“ for watching. A cute dark haired girl appeared from the other side of the court and she introduced herself saying that there would be two parts to the clinic. The first was to be her demonstrating various type shots and then the participants would get a chance to try the same shot. That would last approximately an hour and a half, give or take. The second part was to be the participants hitting balls to her and then returning them. It sounded good to me... until she started. It was obvious that I was definitely out of my element.

I’m sure that, inwardly, Kerry was laughing during my turn. She started with the serve. She was wearing a white dress with lace appliques on it. It didn’t look all that short when she was just standing there but when she tossed the ball up in the air and went to swing at it I was amazed at how much of her panties (fancy) showed. There were a few participants ahead of me that seemed to know what they were doing. When it was my turn the only thing that I did right was to have worn ”tennis whites”. After my turn I rotated to the rear of the group, trying to hide. I watched Sandy and, although not as good as the others that had preceded us, didn’t embarrass herself. The last to go was the woman I’d noted earlier with the really short dress. She had my attention because of the dress but quickly showed that she was as inept as I was as far as the tennis was concerned. Weirdly, that made me feel better. But the attention getter was when she tossed a ball in the air to hit it for her serve and missed it completely. When she went to pick it up she bent over at the waist and exposed her whole backside. I know my eyes bugged out of my head. I’d been hoping for a “peek” but I got a full blown “look”. The two definite crotch lines was the real attention getter for me, enough for me to feel a “stirring“. Now the woman had a two fold interest for me.

Our group had no interaction with the other group at all. Because people were gathering for the exhibition I couldn’t even see that court. I survived the next two parts, forehand and backhand, and felt a little better about myself. I actually still remember some of what Kerry had demonstrated. She actually came out onto the court and not only stood behind me but she came right up into my back and took my arm to show me how I should get ready for an oncoming ball and then how to hit it... turn, step in, follow the ball to the racquet, swing and follow through. That was a thrill in itself.

When that part was over we were told that we would all get a chance to hit balls with her. Our ”job“ was to hit the ball back to her and if we did we could continue to do it up to a dozen ”hits“. The lady with the short dress was first and, as I remember it, didn’t even get her first ball over the net. She was then asked to be the ”ball girl“ and to collect the balls that the participants hit into the net or right on past Kerry. I swear that for the next ten or so minutes my eyes never left her. It was a voyeur’s delight. When my turn came Kerry reminded me of all the things I had to do with each ball she returned to me... ”turn, step in, eye on the ball, swing and follow through“. I was so nervous, with so many people watching me, that I don’t remember how many times I was successful. Because there were so many ”good“ players there that were able to keep the ball in play, the half hour passed quickly and I never got another chance. There was a half hour ”break“ for the girls to take a rest before actually playing. I caught up with Elle but she wasn't smiling as she approached which was not a good sign. She didn’t stay long and headed straight for the locker room. I lost track of Sandy and never dis see Johnnie. The lobby area was crawling with activity as I withed for Elle.

When she reappeared I asked if she was OK and I didn't get an answer. Those of us who were the 9am participants were told to go on into to the main court and takes seats. There were four rows of bleacher type seats on each side of the court and we could sit wherever we chose to. Then another group came and joined us, filling up most of the seats. I figured they were the next group for the clinic. Johnnie and Sandy came in with the last group and I wondered what had happened to them. We’d tried to save seats for them but the people around us kept squeezing over into the space we were trying to save. I saw Johnnie standing at the end of the seats on the opposite side from us but couldn’t find where Sandy was. Once the girls came onto the court to warm up I forgot about her and concentrated on them. Being among the first to get to the seats Elle wanted to sit in the middle. I would’ve chosen one end or the other (and you probably know why.)

After the warm-ups were over, Shelly came out and gave the audience the girl's backgrounds. They were both from Australia and here in the States to hone their skills at the academy. Both had played in numerous tournaments even though Kerry was only 19 years old and Karen was 21. Karen was tall... very tall, while Kerry seemed small in comparison. I give them both credit for being somewhat cute, especially Kerry. They had been doubles partners going back to when they were both in their mid teens and were preparing to do a lot of touring during the upcoming season playing both singles and doubles.

I have to admit that I was impressed with just how good they were. It only took a few minutes for me to concentrate on the tennis and not the girl’s backsides. I did get a few good peeks when they would make a diving stab at a ball but nothing really exciting. Kerry’s dress allowed a pretty good ”view“ but Karen’s didn’t ride up all that much. The exhibition lasted for about forty five minutes. Elle and I had hoped that they would stick around after the match but they had to eat and get ready for the next clinic. As we were leaving courtside I told Elle that I was finally getting interested about playing tennis. That drew a good smile from her.
         

Karen Krantczke

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Kerry Melville

To be continued...

WINTER DOLDRUMS... February (Part 126d)

WINTER DOLDRUMS... February (Part 126d)

I was with Big ”B“, working on the racecar motor, when Johnnie had called with a suggestion to consider. He told Elle that he was concerned about Sandy’s ability to be up and organized by 6:30am, the time I’d told him was the latest we could leave to be assured we’d make it on time for the clinic. He asked if we’d be willing to leave on Tuesday evening and then stay at his parents home overnight. He told her that it was less than a half hour from their house to the tennis academy. Elle didn’t know what to tell him but said that she was all for it. When she told me about the call I thought it was a great idea and called to confirm it. As you probably have guessed, I was thinking that it would be nice to stay any place Sandy was staying.

We left after eating supper that Tuesday. Because of the late hour there was little traffic and we made it to Johnnie’s family home in less than two hours even though it was a further distance than to the academy. The only thing I knew about Forest Hills was that it was where they played the US Open tennis championships. Being dark it was hard to see the types of homes but I followed Johnnie’s directions. Arriving, I could see the homes were close together in what is generally known as the Tudor style. His mother greeted us at the door and once inside I got a much better feel for the area. These people were rich! There was nothing that could even be considered modest. Dark wood, silver pieces and crystal everywhere. When we were introduced to Johnnie’s father he was in his library... three walls of books, almost floor to ceiling. We learned he was a corporate attorney in the city, which explained the source of the "money". The mother was a little haughty, but still nice. She insisted that we have coffee and dessert and it was served on china plates. I think I’d eaten on real ”china” maybe two or three times in my life. After that we got a tour of the house. Three stories with five bedrooms. It was explained that Johnnie had two siblings, a sister and brother, who no longer lived at home. She made a point of teasing Johnnie as being a “caboose”, more that ten years younger than the next youngest. She insisted that Elle and I get the “guest room” which was at least 15’ by 18’. It was immense. All the furniture were antiques and she had to tell the story about some of it. Johnnie finally shut her up saying that we had to get up early to be on our way to the academy by 8am and it was now approaching 11pm.

Johnnie and Sandy were sleeping in his old room “for old times sake”, which was on the other side of the hall and right across from the bathroom. Once that was established I started trying to figure a way to get a sneak peek of Sandy in her night gown or whatever it was that she slept in. I knew that with Elle there with me it might be impossible but I was being an optimist. Sandy insisted that we use the bathroom first. When Elle came back she was shaking her head saying that it was the biggest bathroom she’d ever seen in a house and that the towels were the softest she’d ever felt. As I headed that way I saw Sandy rushing across the hall. She saw me and half shouted “Emergency!” and disappeared into the bathroom. I started back to the bedroom but changed my mind. I decided to play the “emergency” card myself just to see her when she emerged from inside. I don’t remember how long it was but Elle came out in the hall to see if I was OK. I finally went up to the door, knocked and asked if there was another bathroom I could use as I also had an “emergency”. She said she’d only be a minute and when she did come out she had a small towel a around her waist. She was still wearing her blouse though. When she saw me she tried to turn around as if to back into her room but she couldn’t turn the doorknob with her free hand and had to turn her body.

I would’ve much preferred to see her in panties but I have to admit seeing a cute young woman’s bare butt did arouse my libido. Once she got the door open she never looked back. In a way I was glad because it only took a brief second for my member to be at full attention. Once inside I checked out the towels and Elle was right... unbelievably soft. I decided to take a shower to save time in the morning. Johnnie had warned both Elle and I that Sandy was a “dawdler“ and that had been the primary reasons for leaving home that night. I pulled back the shower curtain and turned on the water. I wasn’t paying attention because I knew I had to wait for the water to get warm before turning the shower. But, the water running in the tub sounded like the tub was filling. I looked and saw something over the drain. I reached in and pulled out a wet mass of white material. It only took a few seconds to realize they were panties and had to be either Elle’s or Sandy’s. Thinking about it for another few seconds I decided they had to belong to Sandy so took a look at the label... Modern Globe, size 4. Bingo! They were a pair that Elle and I had modified to become ”dribble“ panties for her and, even though they were wet from the water from the faucet, a quick sniff told me that she’d peed in them.

As I showered I had to fight off the urge to masturbate. Actually, I was mad at myself for not seeing the panties before turning the water on. Thinking back on the whole scenario, Sandy had given me the warning ”Emergency!“. Knowing her, I should’ve given some thought to what it meant and that she might’ve ”missed“... but I didn’t. Then, catching a peek at her bare behind, I’d lost any of those thoughts that I might’ve had. Even after toweling off I still had a soft erection. I ended up taking a wash cloth, running it under the cold water and then wrapping it around the ”big boy“. That did it. Elle wanted to know what had taken me so long. I remember making up some sort of excuse. She showed some disbelief when she heard it but, fortunately, she was tired and turned off the light.

I'd contacted Shelly, the manager at the tennis academy, and asked her if it would be better to arrive in the morning with our tennis clothes already on. She said it was probably a good idea because there would be a lot of people in the locker rooms. For Christmas, Elle had bought me tennis clothes that actually fit me and were in style so I wasn't going to be embarrassed. I tried to persuade Elle to wear a dress rather than a separate skirt and top . I told her that both the Australian girls usually wore dresses. I didn’t know that as a fact but had seen a picture of one of them in the newspaper and she was wearing one. However, she chose to bring her pleated skirt because it was a bit longer than the hem of her dress. I was, of course, disappointed.

To be continued...    

WINTER DOLDRUMS... February (Part 126c)

WINTER DOLDRUMS... February (Part 126c)

The Board of Trustee meetings were usually the third Wednesday of the month. The only time I attended was to fill in as corporate secretary to record the minutes when Hobie was away. However, soon after the meeting was convened I got a call to be ready to meet with the Board. The question was, for what reason? Had I done something wrong? I fretted, wondering why I was to be called in. I was in quite a mental state when Trish gave me the word to head upstairs.

I barely knew the men who made up the Board. I’d filled in for Hobie a few times but I was always at the table when the Board member arrived. This was different. I knocked on the door and walked in. Now, I was ”on display“ as fourteen pairs of eyes were focused on me. The chairman called me to the head of the table and introduced me. I was sweating, profusely. Then I was asked to give my opinion on the methodology of having an outside service bureau handle our transactions. Talk about a blind-side! I remember thinking that if I’d been given some warning I could’ve had some empirical data to support what I was going to say. Being nervous didn’t help. Long story short, I was told to have a detailed report for the next meeting and was dismissed. However, before I reached the door the president called me back. He said that some of the Board members were concerned about the way the tellers were dressed, primarily with the short skirts and dresses. He wanted me to do a survey of other like banks to see if they had addressed that situation. Then one of the older men spoke out saying that it was ”shameful“ the way some of them were dressed and that we should require the hems of dresses to be below the knee. Another Board member, an attorney, stated that could lead to a law suit and cited some recent cases from in the city. The old geezer snapped back that we weren’t in the city but were in the country. At that point the president told me that I had my assignments and waved me to leave. It was certainly an interesting exchange that I’d witnessed!

One of Jean’s new friends at school had an older brother who was on the JV basketball team. When she heard me talk about possibly going to the game that Friday night she insisted that she be able to go as well so she could see him play. The only time we’d taken the older girls to a game they almost had to be dragged so this was something new. Then Elle added a little ”fuel to the fire“ by saying that Susan, our sometimes baby sitter, was a cheerleader. That made it impossible to say ”No“ so we dropped Kaye at Elle's parents and then headed for the game. Being a Friday night, the JV played the first game and they were warming up when we arrived. Sandy was in her usual place, right behind the bench, so we gravitated to that area. When Jean saw the boy on the court she became real animated, jumping up and down like she’d just won something. The game results were the same with the team falling behind right from the beginning. It was fun watching Jean every time the boy had his hands on the ball as she would bounce up and down in her seat. I tried to find something else to look at other than Sandy, not wanting to embarrass her, but without success. The first time our eyes met I swear I saw her cheeks flush. At the end of the game I went to talk with Jonesie, the carpenter who was at each and every game and who had been on the ill fated team that Johnnie had put together, just to avoid Sandy. I knew when it came time to go to the tennis clinic that our interaction couldn’t be avoided but that was a few days away.

Once the JV game was over the varsity boys and cheerleaders came out onto the court. I didn’t know this one girl who seemed oblivious to the fact that as she did her stretching she was giving a fantastic view of her backside. The uniform panties they wore were of a gold satin and when she bent over they were nice and tight and they pulled up exposing her white panties around the leg openings.
                         

This isn't the girl but is an example of what I witnessed.

I made a point of watching her for the opening exercises but it was Susan who gave me the actual ”thrill“ of the night.

Back in those days the cheerleaders were not gymnasts, doing mostly cartwheels, jumps, some simple tumbling and splits. When Susan ran across the floor, did a cartwheel into an ending split, I saw a little white around the leg openings of the gold uniform panties like with the other girl only this was for only a split second. At first I thought I might’ve imagined it but when she took her place on the bench right in front of us I got confirmation. Both Jean and Anne called out to her and when she turned to look at them the skirt of the uniform didn’t move when she did. I was less than six feet away from her and I had at least a four inch peek along her hip and it was for almost a minute as she chatted with the girls. The fact that I pretty much knew who made the panties she was wearing made it even even better.

The varsity game had started when Johnnie joined us. I got his attention so that I could tell him I’d drive to the tennis academy on Wednesday. He asked what time they should be ready and when I told him we’d be leaving about 6:30am his eyes sort of bugged out of his head. His retort to that was something along the lines of ”Do you know what time I’ll have to get Sandy up to be ready at that time?“ All I could do was smile. I reminded him that with early morning traffic it would take at least two hours and he acknowledged that with a smile. Elle, the kids and I left at halftime because it was way past their bedtime. We tried to adhere to the same schedule for them, school nights or not. On the way home I was pleased with myself that I’d managed not to engage Sandy in any way other than to say ”Hi!“ when we got there and ”Bye.“ when we left. I wondered what it would be like on Wednesday. 

To be continued...

WINTER DOLDRUMS ... February (Part 126b)

WINTER DOLDRUMS... February (Part 126b)

It was early in the month when Elle got a phone call from Liz, the wife of my boarding school friend, Fred. They’d corresponded a few times since they moved to Connecticut where Fred had started up a new business. The call was to offer us the opportunity to attend a tennis clinic at the new tennis academy that her sister managed. We’d attended the grand opening and, actually, it was the last time we’d seen Liz and Fred. The clinic was being conducted by the two Australian girls we’d met at the opening and who were training at the facility. There was no hesitation by Elle to accept but she did something that was a bit bold for her. She asked if she/we could bring friends. She didn’t realize that it was a fund raising affair and that you had to pay to attend. With Shelly being Liz’s sister, Liz and Fred had been invited as guests and were passing that on to Elle and I. After a “pregnant pause”, Liz said that she’d try to make arrangements.

Naturally, Elle was excited as just about anything to do with tennis did. However, she never even thought about getting the pertinent information like the date and time that the clinic was to be held. It wasn’t too much later when the phone rang and this time it was Shelly, Liz’s sister. She explained the protocol and said that if we could make a “donation“ she’d arrange it. Elle had answered the phone and with the excitement of getting good news about Sandy and Johnnie being able to be a part of it she almost hung up without getting the date and time, again. I was able to grab the phone before she did and talked with Shelly myself. The date was President’s day which meant that the banks and schools would be closed so it meant we could go without taking time off. But, what was even more important was that the girls would be giving three separate clinics with three different start times. The first was at 9am and, because we were late in getting the reservation, we’d have to be in that one. I also found out that the girls would play a 45 minute exhibition match after that first clinic. Elle had gotten none of that information. After I hung up Elle called Sandy with the news. As I remember it,  Presidents' day was still two weeks away so there was some time to wait.

By the first of February, Big ”B“ had Jon’s (the milkman) parents Summer home garage all fitted out with a pot bellied stove so we could work on the racecar and have a little warmth. To get permission to use it he’d agreed to be sort of a caretaker for the property by walking around both the outside and inside of the house once a week. Sunday afternoons worked for everybody, Elle included as I promised to be home by 6pm. By mid February we were ready to put the motor back together. ”B“ was anxious to get it done and into the car so he could hear it run. However, putting a motor together takes far longer than tearing one down. I don’t remember exactly why but I didn’t want to work on the motor that one day. ”B“ asked if I’d ever been inside the house and when I said I hadn’t he told me to follow him as he did his rounds. It was a big house, especially for a Summer home. As I remember it there were five bedrooms. It had no heat and the water was turned off for the Winter. Walking around, it had a musty smell. ”B“ told me that the previous Winter there had been signs that an intruder had been inside even though there was no obvious indications of a break-in. All in all, it was pretty spartan. ”B“ explained that even though Jon’s parents owned it, all sorts of relatives used it, coming and going all Summer. I have to admit, it was rather "creepy” walking through an empty, cold house with white sheets covering all the furniture. I was glad to leave.

At work, preparation were being made for Cassie’s leaving. Her wedding was in early March and she wanted a week off to prepare. I ended up interviewing three people to fill the opening and was impressed with all three. I wanted Cassie’s replacement to have at least two weeks of training so that her leaving would prove to be seamless. I ended up hiring Donna, a tall, fairly good looking girl who had a personality that I thought would be perfect for the teller line. The bank had been lucky in that the turn-over of tellers was below the industry average. Donna did a good job of “selling” me on her intention of staying so I was looking forward to her getting started. The sad part was telling the other two they hadn’t been selected.

Early in the month I attended two presentations for using a service bureau to do our transaction processing. It was hard to grasp the concept of information being carried over the telephone lines. I saw two separate demonstrations and it truly was impressive. When I reported back to Hobie with not only my observations but also the cost I thought he was going to choke. We would have to buy all new, special, teller machines to be able to transmit the information and they weren’t cheap. Plus we’d be charged a small fee for each account and each transmission. I remember thinking that it was only a matter of time before our bookkeeping machine was going to quit for good and that would truly be a disaster. We had no back-up or contingency plan and had lucked out the last time it conked out. But all I was was the messenger.

I, reluctantly, attended the monthly “group” party. They had decided to skip January what with all the seasonal parties that had taken place and felt we needed a rest. Pat, the PTA lady, was in good form, trying to rally the group to take advantage of the new adult education courses that she’d been instrumental in getting approval for. They were being offered two nights a week at the school. She’d planted the “seed” in Jon’s head and he’d been able to get the concept approved by the school board. Now, what was needed was to have the public take advantage of them. By the time she was through she had seven of us promise to participate once they started. Actually, it was more of a meeting than a party. The only “exciting” thing, for me, was to get a couple of really good looks up Ginger’s skirt. She was always good for at least one good “peek”. What I remember most was that she’d lost some weight and actually looked pretty. Before the party/meeting broke up Elle and I'd been “selected“ to host the next gathering, not something I was looking forward to.

So... as you can see, things were pretty slow... a typical February. The only thing to look forward to was the tennis clinic on Presidents’ day... and, to me, that wasn’t all that exciting.

To be continued...

WINTER DOLDRUMS... February (Part 126a)

WINTER DOLDRUMS... February (Part 126a)

Sometime in late January I ran into Johnny at the post office. I’d tried to avoid both he and Sandy after the little “discussion“ I’d had with her and, in so doing, hadn’t gone to but one of his junior varsity basketball games. He reminded me about the promise I’d made to attend more gamesso, somewhat cornered, told him I’d be at the next one which was the following Tuesday. The way the home schedule worked was to have the varsity play the first game at around 3:30pm when they played a on a Tuesday with JV game to follow. On a Friday the games were at night and it was reversed. I left work early (for me) at 5pm hoping to see most of the JV game. When I arrived at the gymnasium the game had started. I watched from the doorway for a while hoping that Sandy wouldn’t see me. But... during a time out, she spied me and waved me down to where she was sitting, right behind the team bench. I’d noticed that she hadn’t been her usually ”bouncy“ self (she was always up and down in her seat exhorting the team like a cheerleader) and stayed seated even when the team scored a basket (a rarity, for sure). The screams and yells continued but without the up and downs. As I moved along the row of seats towards her I noticed that she had her coat across her lap. If anything, the gym was usually too warm. However, I wasn’t thinking about that but on just how she’d act after my little ”rant“ a week before. When I got up to her I sat down and tried to concentrate on the game.

I definitely liked her husband's game strategy... defense, defense, defense! The kids just didn’t have anyone who could put the ball in the basket with any consistency and defense was their only hope. Other teams hated having hands in in their faces or having arms waving in front of them and it was proving beneficial as Johnny’s team was only a few points behind just before half time. To be truthful, I wasn’t looking forward to that period of time as it meant I’d have to talk with Sandy.

If anything, I found her to be a bit embarrassed. I remember trying to figure out if it had anything to do with the last time I’d talked with/at her. I’d vowed to myself to keep my mouth shut as much as possible and she picked up on it. The embarrassment went away and was replaced with something that I’d not really experienced with her and that was coyness on her part. It was like we were both ”sparring” but using feather dusters. Finally she broke it off and, leaning towards me, asked if I could keep a secret. I had no idea where she was going with that so said “Sure!”. Then she threw me a real “bomb” when she, still whispering, told me she was wet. It took me a few seconds to digest that interesting bit of information. There was no doubt there was a “stirring” in my groin area. In retrospect, I really can’t give a reason why I didn’t react by saying “What happened?” but I didn’t. In fact, I don’t think I said anything. My face probably said it for me. In any case she felt she had to explain.

Some kid had broken a urinal off the wall in one of the bathrooms and they had to turn off all the water in the building. When Sandy left work she’d planned on a bathroom break as soon as she arrived at school but had been turned away. She told me she’d given some thought about going home but Johnny’s team came out on the floor before she had a chance to leave. She told me that she was going to wait until after the game started and then go but, the boys scored two baskets in a row to open the game. She, now with her face a crimson color, admitted that she got “too excited” and had jumped up and down and as she did... well, it was more than a “dribble“. By then I was hard as a rock and had one had in my pocket trying to rearrange myself.

I can’t speak to the look on my face but I didn’t say a word. Even in my fantasy world I’d not conjured up a scene where a female would flat out tell me that she was wet. Sometime about then I took a look around and saw there were less than a dozen people in the grandstands and they were pretty spread out. I think the first words I mumbled had to do with how she was going to get out of the place without being noticed. I don’t think she had an answer but I do remember the kids coming back on the court about then. They played ”close” until the very end of the game when, by some miracle, they scored a basket and took the lead. That was too much for Sandy and she bounced up, screaming with excitement. My bulge had been much reduced by then but when I saw the size of the wet patch on the back of her pants it came back with a vengeance. She remained standing which gave the chance to take it all in. Wet halfway to her waist and down to about mid thighs, she was totally oblivious to it with her excitement for the team possibly winning their first game.

Sadly, they did not. Someone on the other team stole the ball and went on down the floor for an uncontested lay-up and the win. I’m sure that if they’d won Sandy would’ve run out onto the floor to give her husband a big hug, wet pants and all. However, with the disappointment came the reality that she was standing up in front of a few people fully exposing her embarrassing situation and she just flopped back down. I really felt badly for her for both reasons... the team losing again and her wetness. After a minute or so she looked up at me (I’d jumped up too) and, with a wistful look, said she was ready to “face the music” meaning walking up the steps and into the lobby. At first she was going to put her coat around her waist to cover her rear but that left her front exposed. I finally spoke and told her to carry her coat in front of her and I’d walk close behind, hopefully shielding the worst of the wetness. When she turned around to look at me there was this look on her face that I took to be a “Thank you” and smiled back at her. We walked out of the gym that way and then out into the darkness. I walked her to her car and as she got in she actually said the words. “Thank you”. That made it all worth while.

Back at home I debated with myself as to weather I should tell Elle about the situation. At the last minute, before opening the door, I decided against it thinking back to the “discussion” Sandy and I’d had in roughly the same spot in my house about “unmentionables” and bikini bathing suits and the fact that she hadn’t brought it up with Elle. I remember mumbling to myself “Mum’s the word!” as I called out to Elle that I was home.

To be continued...

ANOTHER NEW YEAR... high hopes (Part 125h )

ANOTHER NEW YEAR... high hopes (part 125h)

When Elle called her mother to come over to watch after Kaye while she was at school, she got quite a shock. Both sets of parents lived on a private road which meant the town did not plow the snow. Elle’s father had tried to “blast” through a snow drift and had gotten stuck which meant there was no way for her mother to make it to our house or for Elle or I to make it to their house. That news put Elle into a panic. She knew if she called in to the school that she couldn’t make it in that she’d be dropped from the top of the substitute list and she’d worked very hard to get there. In the past she’d asked Kathleen (the farmer neighbor’s wife) but when she called no one answered. Sandy had also filled in a few times but Elle knew that she was working full time at the hardware store so didn’t bother to call. I remember her making a few more calls but with no success. She gave me one of those sad eyed looks that meant she was looking for me to step in and do it. I’d been at the bank for almost two years and hadn’t missed a day of work for sickness but, under pressure from Elle, told her I’d do it.

Elle hadn’t been out of the house but for a few minutes when the phone rang. It was Sandy looking to get together with Elle sometime during the day. I asked why she wasn’t at work and she said that it was her day off. I immediately asked if she could do me a really big favor and to come over to look after Kaye. She said she’d be there within minutes. I headed upstairs to get dressed for work and had just finished when I heard the knock on the door.

Elle had prepared lunch for both Kaye and I so I showed Sandy where it was. Because Kaye wasn’t yet 100% potty trained I led Sandy to the foot of the stairs to point out which room was hers so that if she needed a change of clothes she’d know where to go. Just to the left of the stairs was the entryway to the dining room and I could see the sewing machine and Sandy’s panties that Elle and I’d been working on. I pointed to the finished ones and told her that we’d worked on them the night before and were ready for her to use. The look on her face was... well, I don’t really know how to describe it. However, my take on it was that she couldn’t believe that I’d been handling her panties and had a part in fixing them up. I think I asked her what was wrong. I don’t remember her giving me a direct answer but it was clear that she was embarrassed.

A while back (Part 124f) I’d walked in on Sandy and Elle when they were first experimenting on the making of the “dribble panties” and had seen her dashing from the dining room to the bathroom in her panties. She’d made a bit of a fuss about it and I took the opportunity to express to her my lack of understanding of why women get so upset when a man see them in their underwear and yet they have no qualms about parading around in a bathing suit which, in some cases like bikinis, has less material. At the end of that conversation I thought we’d reached some sort of “understanding” but her actions, at this time, told me we hadn’t.

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Thinking about the situation, now, as I write this, I guess I was frustrated. I just couldn’t understand why it was such a big deal that I’d been a party to seeing and touching Sandy’s panties. She knew that I knew that she had a “problem“ and I knew that she knew that Elle had a ”problem“. They both wanted to somehow solve that problem (dribbles) and Sandy had made a suggestion that Elle had spoken to me about and between the two of us we’d come up with a prototype panty using Elle’s Evette panties. Sandy had liked the idea but the Evette panties didn’t fit Sandy and she’d brought over a pair of hers (the Modern Globe panties) that she knew would fit. We (Elle and I) had made up a pair that Sandy had liked. Now that she knew about my participation in making them it was embarrassing to her to find out that a male had been involved. It just didn’t make sense.
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Actually, I was too upset and too much time has passed (and no notes to refer back to) for me to remember what she said, if anything. But, I do remember what I finally ended up saying to her and I admit it was pretty smart assed... ”Does my having touched them (the panties) mean that you aren’t going to wear (use) them?“. I also remember that the look on her face was one of surprise. I also remember picking up the other pair that Elle and I’d fixed up and sort of waving them at her. I waited for a few seconds before she kind of apologized by saying that that wasn’t what she wanted and then sort of said she appreciated what we’d done for her in making them up. I guess you could say I recognized that I had her "back on her heels" because I asked her, point blank, if what she said was true then it meant she would wear them. I don’t think she answered verbally but did nod her head in agreement. I wish I could remember what was said next but I can’t.

When I was at the door, leaving, Sandy finally apologized. I should’ve just accepted it and headed for work but I didn’t. Looking at her, eye to eye, I reiterated my feelings on how absolutely silly it was that women would wear skimpy bathing suits and parade around the beach in them and yet feel embarrassed when a man saw any part of their underwear. I remember throwing in the fact that whoever had nicknamed underwear as ”unmentionables“ should be shot (or something like that). As I finally started to turn away towards my car I could see a smile on her face. I think I asked her if we were still friends and got a little laugh from her.

I calmed down on the drive to work and as I did I then started to worry that Sandy might tell Ell what had transpired. By the time I headed home I was really concerned. I talked myself into expecting Elle to be mad. When I walked into the kitchen I waited to get an ”earful“ but got a smile and a cheerful greeting. Even after I’d changed my clothes and had eaten,  nothing was mentioned, I still was wary. After putting the kids to bed Elle walked into the den and just stood there. I just knew that I was going to get ”it“ then... but all she said was that she wanted to finish up with the panties so she could get the dining room back to normal. I couldn’t believe it. Sandy hadn’t said anything.

To be continued...

ANOTHER NEW YEAR... high hopes (Part 125g)

ANOTHER NEW YEAR... high hopes (Part 125g)

When the women wanted to watch some TV show they liked Bret’s father herded Bret and I into the dining room (which was actually a part of the living room) to talk a little “shop”. There was an upstart Savings and Loan located to the West that had started an aggressive advertising campaign in the local newspaper. It was causing customers to ask if we were going to offer the same interest rates and Bret’s father was curious as to what our bank was doing to combat their thrust into our territory. It was an interesting conversation and before we knew it an hour had passed. From where I was sitting at the table I could see down the hall to the bathroom. I made note when Jan went in to take her shower. While she was in there Bret’s mother put some sheets down on the sofa and laid out a blanket for me. Then she handed me some towels, said “Good night” and headed up the stairs with Bret’s father following.

I told Bret that I’d let him use the bathroom before I would and that way I’d be the one to turn out the lights. We agreed that we’d get up around 7am and head for work around 8am. He said we’d bring a shovel with us to dig my car out. It sounded good to me. To be truthful, I couldn’t wait to get in that bathroom. Earlier, I’d discovered there was a clothes hamper under the sink and I wanted to check to see what kind of panties Jan was wearing now. When she lived at my grandfather’s house I kept a close eye on her panty drawer. It had been a few years so I was wondering if she had gone back to the cotton band leg panties or made the switch to nylon.

As soon as I walked in I turned on the water in the sink and popped the top of the hamper. Right on top was a bra and a pair of panties. I made sure I saw how they were lying as I picked them up. The bra was on top of the panties and the label was right there. I took a look and saw the numbers 34 with a B right behind it, the same as Elle. It was made of cotton and I wasn’t sure if I’d ever seen a cotton bra before. The panties were next and I immediately recognized that they were Carter’s from the waist elastic but they weren’t band leg. They had elastic around the leg openings. I’d not seen them like that before and was a bit surprised. I knew I didn’t have a lot of time but I definitely wanted to check out the crotch. There was nothing but just a little discharge so that was disappointing. I was tempted to dig a bit deeper but there were other regular clothes that I would’ve had to go through and I knew I was running out of time. I got enough of a “look” to have a nice vision going to sleep.

Bret didn’t have to wake me up. The couch was anything but comfortable. I was awake when I saw Jan come out of the hallway and head for the kitchen. She was wearing a nightgown that went down to about her knees. When she turned the lights on in the kitchen I could see her silhouette through the material. When she returned and headed back to her bedroom I could see her panties through the thin material of the gown. It was a nice way to be fully woken up.

Bret and I got to the bank parking lot a little after 8am. We headed for my car and there was Hank, the messenger/custodian, busy shoveling the snow from under the back of my car. With his help we were done in about 20 minutes. The final tally for the snow was 10 inches. The roads were now clear but any cars that had been parked on Main Street were now plowed in, even worse than my car had been. Because most of the merchants had closed early, the sidewalks hadn’t been cleared and where people had walked on the fallen snow it was packed down and very difficult to traverse. With sunshine, all the snow looked very pretty but there was a lot of work to be done to clear it away.

About 1/3 of the employees didn’t come in to work but it didn’t really matter because we had only about 25% of the normal amount of customers. We let everyone go home as soon as all the tellers were “in proof”, which got me home while there was still some daylight. John, the neighbor farmer, had cleared 95%  of the snow from the driveway. Elle and the kids had made a snowman right at the top of it and Elle had made a sign that read “WELCOME HOME DADDY”. It was good to be home even if I did have a bit of “diversion” while at Bret’s.

Elle was happy to eat early for a change. I asked what she’d done the night before after the kids had gone to bed and her face lit up with a big smile when she told me she’d been working on Sandy’s “dribble panties”. When we’d last worked on them I’d been cutting out the french terrycloth crotch inserts with Elle sewing two of them together. Then I’d cut the hole at the top of the inside layer of the nylon crotch in the panties and insert the terrycloth. Once smoothed out, Elle would then “tack” the insert at each of the four corners so that it wouldn’t bunch up.

These are pictures of the last pair I have of them. Note that they were well used.

 But, Elle had cut out a whole bunch of inserts and had tried to insert one but had run into a problem. She had wanted to surprise me and, in a way, she had. With a smile I proceeded to show her how to get the insert between the two layers of nylon. After that we went back to the way we had been doing it.

With a pile of inserts to work with I decided to experiment with them. Elle got a telephone call from the school secretary to have her come in the next day and to let her know that school would be opening two hours late. While she was on the phone I ran upstairs and got a pair of her Modern Globe satin panties. When she returned I handed her the inserts I’d just put together, not telling her that I’d added a third layer. She was so busy talking she never noticed and sewed them together. I had to make a little larger hole to get them in inside the crotch but managed to get it done. Since she had to do the “tacking” by hand she did make a comment that it was harder to get the needle through the material but that was all. I decided to tell her that she was working on a pair of her own panties and suggested that she wear them to school the next day. Before heading for bed we made up two more pair using Sandy’s panties. I figured we could possibly finish them up the following night. Going to sleep I remember wishing there was a way for me see, and know, when she was wearing a pair. Anyway, It was fun to think about.

To be continued...