SPRING... Finishing out the year (Part 22b)

One thing I do remember from this was that it really felt good. I was totally spent afterwards. I made quite a mess with most of it in Elle’s slip and skirt. I didn’t escape totally but my pants were still wearable. We debated about going back to Elle’s dorm so she could change but she thought it would be better to wait. She didn’t want to have to explain and felt that if we waited until lunch time there was a better chance that her roommates wouldn’t be around. I do remember persuading her to sit so I could see her panties. We were both sitting yoga style, facing each other, and I found a soft bulge building in my pants after a fairly short time. I was surprised. I remember discussing our preliminary Summer plans. I’d briefly thought about working with my Grandfather’s horses but, sitting there with Elle, getting a beautiful view of her panties, it seemed remote. I wanted to spend as much time as I possibly could with her and I couldn’t do both. Elle, on the other hand, was all set to go back to the drug store. Talking about it made me want to wish the time away.

Speaking of time, noon came quickly. We hadn’t eaten any of the stuff we’d brought with us and decided that we didn’t want to carry it back. We both got up on our knees, sitting on the calves of our legs. I had to give up my perfect view but was hungry enough to do so willingly. It didn’t take long to finish everything up but when we started to gather up the bedspread that we’d been on, Elle let out a little sound. I looked up at her and she had a sheepish grin on her face. She quickly squatted back down and I knew exactly what was happening. I watched her make sure the hem of her skirt was out from under her but I was disappointed that I really couldn’t see anything. I took a deep breath... than asked if I could watch. I remember feeling embarrassed and that my face was flushed. She was already going but managed to turn a bit towards me. I couldn’t see her panties but could see the stream of pee and a puddle start on the ground under her. My soft bulge became very hard!

She’d brought a pair of the Carter’s cotton panties with her. When she pulled them out of her bag I kind of knew she expected something like this to happen. That made me feel really good. I’ll admit I was disappointed that I didn’t get to see more when she pulled them up and over the wet panties. We did an ”inspection” of each other before we started back. The cum on my pants was pretty much dry and the spots could have been just about anything. As far as Elle was concerned, I honestly couldn’t see anything. Most of the “mess” had been caught in her slip. Because she was wearing a flowered print skirt, any stains were hidden.

Surprisingly, we passed quite a few people on our way back. It’s amazing how our minds work. We were both really self conscious, sure that someone would see the stains and know what we’d done. Once back at the dorm, Elle headed downstairs to her room. When she got there she was surprised to find Nancy and Carol. That ended her plan for changing... anything. She reappeared, upstairs, with kind of a hopeless look on her face. I didn’t have anything to offer in the way of advice so we ended up sitting on the low wall that lined the walk to the dorm. The sun was at at it’s highest point and the unexpected warmth felt good. We stayed there for quite a while. Initially, I didn’t know it, but Elle was hoping that Nancy and Carol would leave the room and allow her to finally change. Maybe a half hour passed when, finally, Elle stood up. She’d managed to pull the hem of her skirt out so it wouldn’t get wet but when she stood up, the wall told the story. I noticed it right away but didn’t want to embarrass her so didn’t point it out. The sight of it did start another soft bulge though.

We really didn’t know what to do with ourselves. There were a number of sporting events taking place and I, somewhat bored with just sitting, suggested we go watch the baseball game. It was quite a walk. The facility was quite primitive with just a few rows of wooden seats and no plumbing at all. I noticed that, right away. I also did a quick calculation on how long it’d been since Elle last pee’d. We ended up sitting on the seats behind the visitors team, by accident. There was no one on them but us. I just knew what was going to be happening, and quite soon. I know I could’ve brought the “time” issue up with Elle on the way out but, knowing that the panties she was wearing were already damp, I chose to keep my mouth shut. Sitting there, I was conjuring up a scenario that might play out and those thoughts, again, started a soft bulge.

The game held no interest for me and my only thoughts were on what would happen when Elle recognized that she would have to pee. I know it wasn’t very nice of me and the best I can offer as an excuse is, as I mentioned above, the fact that her panties were already damp. Uncharacteristically, I’d overlooked the potential for embarrassment for Elle. I don’t remember how long it took but I do remember her leaning over and whispering that she had a “problem“. Simultaneously, we both looked over our shoulders for some place to hide. There wasn’t any, not even some trees. It was a big, open field with a chain link fence that kept people from tumbling down the hill at one side and from getting into peoples back yards on the other. Elle had pulled her skirt out from under herself when we sat down and, without a word, I watched her slide forward on the seat. The next thing I knew (and saw) was a puddle forming on the part of the benches where we rested our feet. I remember looking at her face and seeing her staring out on the field as if she was really interested in what was going on.

We sat there, like that, for awhile, without saying anything. I knew that, because of the cotton panties she’d added earlier, she was going to be uncomfortably wet on our way back. When she stood up I tried to run my hand up her inside thighs but she managed to pull away. We took our time in getting back to her dorm and, fortunately for her, her roommates were gone. When she finally reappeared she was wearing a pair of bermunda shorts, trying to take advantage of the warm weather. When I stood up and embraced her I found that she had on a ”package“. I couldn’t really complain, what with what I seen and experienced earlier.

I’m really not sure what we did that evening. Somewhere along the timeline of that Spring I remember going to some sort of an all campus affair. In any case, whatever it was wasn’t memorable enough for me to remember.

To be continued...