AUGUST... The backside of Summer... (Part 26a)
With all the attention I’d showered on Elle during the week the one thing that really got neglected was my preparation for the Summer’s second big sailing regatta. This was the three day event that I’d won the previous two years. If I’d gone back to the gas station I would’ve known that Buddy had come looking for me to help him get his boat ready to go. This was the one that was hosted at the fancy yacht club on the island where you had to take a ferry boat to get to. Even though the first race wasn’t scheduled until Friday afternoon, I knew from experience that I had to get to the ferry slip in the morning if I hoped to be able to race that afternoon. Where they were able to put up to 15 cars on at a time, they would only allow three that had boat trailers attached. I’d cleared my absence for the three days with my boss, Cliff, so that didn’t factor into my plans. I got up early, even for me, and headed for the sailing club. Fortunately, there were a few others who had the same idea so I did have some help in moving my boat off the sand and to the parking lot. We all left together and were greeted by a long line at the ferry. Not good!
On top of that my regular crew, John, was off visiting prospective colleges with his parents. I was a bit peeved in that John knew the importance of this particular weekend and now wasn’t going to sail with me. I got lucky in that one of the people who normally raced at the sailing club, David, had been going to Summer school and was now home. He'd decided not to race and was available to crew for me. The downside was that he was 40 pounds heavier than John. That was going to be a problem unless the wind really blew hard. But at least I had a crew.
By the time I got to the yacht club, most of the good places to park boats were taken and there was absolutely no place to park the car. I was kicking myself for not getting the boat ready the night before when I had the chance. By the time I finally got the car parked I was pretty stressed. David still hadn’t arrived and I had to rig the boat (put the mast in place and put the sails on). I barely had the mast in place when one of the twin girls that I’d raced against two weeks prior showed up. In spite of my “stress”, the first thought I had was in wondering if she was still wearing the heavy cotton panties that I’d seen her wear before. Somehow, on the trip from her home, they lost a couple of the pins necessary to hold the stays that hold the mast in place. I didn’t need the interruption but I did have a soft spot in my heart for her and her sister so made the trek back to the car. With pins in hand I approached their boat and as I did my frustration disappeared. The other sister was inside the boat, on her back and up under the foredeck. One of her legs was tucked up and as I approached I had almost a half crotch look at her panties. At first blush they sure looked like the same ones as before. With the other sister right there I only had those few seconds to do my peeking without being caught.
David showed up in time to finish getting the boat ready so I could attend the skipper’s meeting. The wind was, uncharacteristically, blowing quite hard for that time of the morning. I was surprised that the race committee had decided to send the four larger classes of boats (including mine) out into open water. If tradition held, the wind would build once afternoon arrived. With David and his extra 40 pounds I knew it would be an advantage for me. But I was also thinking about the twins who, between the two of them, probably weighed 80 to 100 pounds less than we did. Then there was Buddy. He’d decided to have his girlfriend, Carol, crew for him. It would be the first time in a race for her and, in talking with him during the meeting, he admitted that she was a bit overwhelmed.
It didn’t take long for us to take command of the race. Because we were sent out into open water we were using government placed bouys as course markers. That allowed us to pretty much pick where we wanted to sail. By the time we reached the first mark we had no idea who was second. The wind was really blowing hard and even with our added weight we had a hard time controlling the boat. On the last leg, heading for the finish line, we saw any number of boats being towed with their sails down. We also saw a few capsized boats waiting for assistance.
When we got back to club I couldn’t believe my eyes. Even though we’d been the first boat to cross the finish line there were at least a dozen boats waiting for the hoist. They’d all quit for one reason or another. When it finally came our turn to be hoisted out of the water it was plain to see that there were quite a few damaged boats. I wanted to check on Buddy and Carol and while looking for them I came across the twins. They were dressed in dry clothes and looked as if they hadn’t sailed at all. They had but they had a problem right after the start and capsized. So, they were the first back to the club and had showered and changed. As it turned out they were looking for me. They had broken a part that held the rudder onto the boat and wanted to see if I had a spare. I told them I’d be over to their boat after I tracked down Buddy and Carol.
I came across Carol first. She looked like a drowned rat, soaking wet and her hair all askew. I asked what had happened and she said that when they got to the open water Buddy decided it was more that she could handle and they turned back. Then, after they got back and had the boat secured on the trailer, Buddy went to his car to get their dry clothes he couldn’t find his keys. Fortunately for Carol it was still very warm.
The twins were unbelievable. Think of “The Unsinkable Molly Brown” and you get an idea of their personalities. They were sitting on the side of their boat, swinging their legs with big smiles on their faces. They jumped down off the boat to show me their problem. It was bad. I didn’t have the part they needed and worse, I didn’t know anybody who did. It was something that “never” broke. Even with that news, it didn’t discourage them. It was like they believed that, somehow, someway, it would get fixed.
Buddy tracked me down and I offered to drive both him and Carol home. I caught up with David and got him squared away for the next day’s schedule. I don’t remember how the subject came up but, before we all left, David became aware of the twin’s plight. They had already gone for the day but we stopped and looked at their boat and David said he’d be willing to take the one from his boat off and let them use it. The girls were right... it was going to be fixed.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
INTO THE "HEAT" OF SUMMER... (Part 25 l)
Concerned that the nosy neighbor would see me coming down the stairs we worked out a ”plan“. While Elle was showering I was washing up in the upstairs bathroom as best I could. Then I went to the window on the stair case landing and waited until I heard the phone ring next door. Elle had told me that the lady’s phone was on the far side of the room and the window at the bottom of her stairs couldn’t be seen from there. When the phone stopped ringing I was to run down the stairs and head for the back porch. As soon as the phone was picked up Elle hung up. I stayed on the porch and watched Elle get the wringer washer out and load the soiled bed linens into it. We sat there drinking lemonade as we waited for the wash to be done. But, by the time it was finished it was almost time for Elle’s father to get home from work. The big problem then became what we were to do with the clean, but wet things.
We had a three car garage over at my house. During the Summers we never put the cars inside. My father had rigged clothes lines for my mother to use when it rained. (Remember, this was the mid 50’s and an automatic dryer was a very rare item). We devised another plan to would divert the nosy neighbors attention so I could sneak the wet items over to the garage. I hid them inside our washing machine and planned to come back to hang them up after supper. The only time my parents used our garage on a regular basis was the in morning and early afternoon. When I left Elle I suggested that she meet me out front of my house after a short wait. The afternoon breeze had come up and even though it was still hot out, it was refreshing. With Elle there, my mother took it upon herself to ask her for supper. I liked that, for sure.
But, Elle had forgotten to do the household chores that her mother had left for her to do. When she called to see if it was OK to stay and have supper she was told, in no uncertain terms, to get home and get them done. As it turned out it was good thing. We’d also neglected to remake Elle’s bed. I remember her telling me that when she went upstairs to clean the bathroom toilet and saw the unmade bed she had a panic attack. Fortunately, she was able to get it done without getting caught. We had a laugh about it a while later.
Basically, she was ”grounded“ for the night. She was allowed to go to work but had to come right home. I was allowed to go over and visit with her afterwards but she wasn’t allowed to leave her property. I knew I should go to the gas station while she was working... but I didn’t. I took the position that Cliff would call if the power came back on. Instead, I went down to see Cliffy as he was due to go back to his duty station the next day. I turned out to be a good decision. Cliffy and his father were in a ”discussion” about the racecar that he’d been driving. Cliffy had no idea when he’d get an extended leave again but still wanted to keep the car. His father wanted him to sell it, telling him that they could always buy another when he did come home. Hearing that I asked how much they wanted for the car. I was told $300 without the motor. For me it was LOT of money but I really wanted to be racing. I told them I’d buy it. However, the big lesson was that I learned about “buyer’s remorse” as I tried to figure out how to pay for it.
When I picked her up at work Elle wasn’t happy to hear about my “purchase”. Without a racecar to work on she figured we’d have more time together. That sort of set the tone for the rest of the night as she was rather “distant” with me. I really didn’t know how to handle the situation and as I remember it I got mad at her and went home. Not the ending I’d hoped for after such a wonderful afternoon.
To be continued...
Concerned that the nosy neighbor would see me coming down the stairs we worked out a ”plan“. While Elle was showering I was washing up in the upstairs bathroom as best I could. Then I went to the window on the stair case landing and waited until I heard the phone ring next door. Elle had told me that the lady’s phone was on the far side of the room and the window at the bottom of her stairs couldn’t be seen from there. When the phone stopped ringing I was to run down the stairs and head for the back porch. As soon as the phone was picked up Elle hung up. I stayed on the porch and watched Elle get the wringer washer out and load the soiled bed linens into it. We sat there drinking lemonade as we waited for the wash to be done. But, by the time it was finished it was almost time for Elle’s father to get home from work. The big problem then became what we were to do with the clean, but wet things.
We had a three car garage over at my house. During the Summers we never put the cars inside. My father had rigged clothes lines for my mother to use when it rained. (Remember, this was the mid 50’s and an automatic dryer was a very rare item). We devised another plan to would divert the nosy neighbors attention so I could sneak the wet items over to the garage. I hid them inside our washing machine and planned to come back to hang them up after supper. The only time my parents used our garage on a regular basis was the in morning and early afternoon. When I left Elle I suggested that she meet me out front of my house after a short wait. The afternoon breeze had come up and even though it was still hot out, it was refreshing. With Elle there, my mother took it upon herself to ask her for supper. I liked that, for sure.
But, Elle had forgotten to do the household chores that her mother had left for her to do. When she called to see if it was OK to stay and have supper she was told, in no uncertain terms, to get home and get them done. As it turned out it was good thing. We’d also neglected to remake Elle’s bed. I remember her telling me that when she went upstairs to clean the bathroom toilet and saw the unmade bed she had a panic attack. Fortunately, she was able to get it done without getting caught. We had a laugh about it a while later.
Basically, she was ”grounded“ for the night. She was allowed to go to work but had to come right home. I was allowed to go over and visit with her afterwards but she wasn’t allowed to leave her property. I knew I should go to the gas station while she was working... but I didn’t. I took the position that Cliff would call if the power came back on. Instead, I went down to see Cliffy as he was due to go back to his duty station the next day. I turned out to be a good decision. Cliffy and his father were in a ”discussion” about the racecar that he’d been driving. Cliffy had no idea when he’d get an extended leave again but still wanted to keep the car. His father wanted him to sell it, telling him that they could always buy another when he did come home. Hearing that I asked how much they wanted for the car. I was told $300 without the motor. For me it was LOT of money but I really wanted to be racing. I told them I’d buy it. However, the big lesson was that I learned about “buyer’s remorse” as I tried to figure out how to pay for it.
When I picked her up at work Elle wasn’t happy to hear about my “purchase”. Without a racecar to work on she figured we’d have more time together. That sort of set the tone for the rest of the night as she was rather “distant” with me. I really didn’t know how to handle the situation and as I remember it I got mad at her and went home. Not the ending I’d hoped for after such a wonderful afternoon.
To be continued...
Monday, August 20, 2007
INTO THE "HEAT" OF SUMMER... (Part 25k)
I slipped out of my pants and slid up alongside of her. She wasted no time in putting my penis between her legs. This was truly heaven. we must’ve lay there like that for 15 or 20 minutes. I don’t really know. But she finally rolled over onto her back. I didn’t follow but propped myself up to look at her. The wet panties around her pubic area made her panties partially translucent. Since I’d never seen her naked I had no idea that her pubic hair was blond like the hair on her head. I gently ran my hand over the area and eventually ran my finger up to her breasts. I remember her giggling and eventually taking my hand and clasping it right on and around one of them. It’s not that I’d never touched or clasped them before but there was something special about seeing them as I did so. I know that she had a bra on but I was truly surprised at just how firm they were. Again, I don’t know how long we were there like that but she rolled over on her other side and away from me. Then she told me to unhook it. I’d like to think it was the shock of hearing that that caused me to just fumble, fumble, fumble. I remember her reaching back and in what seemed like a flick of her fingers she had it undone.
When she rolled back towards me the bra was still loosely covering her. I remember her watching me. I didn’t know what to do. Finally she sort of dragged it off and I looked at these beautiful mounds of flesh with erect nipples. I didn’t do anything but look (stare) so finally she took my hand and placed it atop one of them. I wish I could describe the feeling but the best I can do is to say that her skin was soft but the breast itself was just as firm as it had been when encased by the bra. I think she was amused by my reaction to the whole scene. When I finally touched her nipple I do remember her giving off a slight shiver, much as she’d done when I touched her ”button“ for the first time.
Before long she rolled back towards me and gathered me up into her arms. Then she gave me the indication that she wanted me to roll her on her back with me on top. I picked up on that right away! But after I did and rolled on top of her she let out a little cry... not of pain but more like one of a slight surprise. I pushed myself up a bit and as soon as I did she told me she had to get to the bathroom. I rolled off her but back onto the side of the bed that blocked her way to get up and off the bed. As I was doing that she sat up and started to throw her leg up and over me. As she did I felt this warmth, on my thigh. Impulsively, I grabbed at her sides and stopped her from going any further. I remember her gently telling me to let her go but I didn’t. Since she’d vacated her place on the bed I ”ooched" over into it and didn’t let her go. Her left leg was actually hanging off the bed but as I moved over I pulled her with me. Surprisingly, she didn’t really fight me. Within a few seconds she was sitting on my groin... and still peeing. Her warm bodily fluids were now running down my butt crack,, and tickling me. I know it may sound gross but it was incredible! I think she was still peeing when she, looking down at me from her sitting position, started giggling.
I’m really smiling now as I think back on this. We really had a mess there... but we didn’t care. It wasn’t long before I was back on top of her and we did go on to experience an ”afternoon delight“. After we caught our breath we assessd the ”damage“ we’d done. Elle did have a rubberized sheet over her mattress but the cotton pad and bottom sheet were soaked. By then it was mid afternoon and even if they got washed there was no way for them to dry before her mother (and father) got home. That was problem number one. Number two was that we both had to get washed up. The only shower in the house was on the first floor. We decided that Elle should go use the shower and that I would clean up as best I could using the upstairs bathroom. Problem number three was how to get me downstairs without the nosy neighbor seeing me.
What was most memorable was when we stripped the bed. We were only wearing out wet underpants. Elle was still braless and watching her bend over the bed while pulling the sheet and pad off was worth paying admission for. That, and being able to see her in almost transparent, wet panties. We decided that we best get washed and dressed before we made the bed up again. She went to her dresser and pulled out a clean pair of panties and I made note of just which drawer it was. As soon as I heard her feet hit the stair landing, I was at the drawer. I was actually surprised. There were four piles of panties and two of her bras. The cotton Carter’s ”Spanky Pants“ were on the right hand side and the nylon ones right next to them. I pulled a pair of the cotton one’s out and held them up to the light. The discoloration of the crotch was definitely noticeable. I really wanted to check out more of them but I needed to get washed and dressed before Elle returned.
To be continued...
I slipped out of my pants and slid up alongside of her. She wasted no time in putting my penis between her legs. This was truly heaven. we must’ve lay there like that for 15 or 20 minutes. I don’t really know. But she finally rolled over onto her back. I didn’t follow but propped myself up to look at her. The wet panties around her pubic area made her panties partially translucent. Since I’d never seen her naked I had no idea that her pubic hair was blond like the hair on her head. I gently ran my hand over the area and eventually ran my finger up to her breasts. I remember her giggling and eventually taking my hand and clasping it right on and around one of them. It’s not that I’d never touched or clasped them before but there was something special about seeing them as I did so. I know that she had a bra on but I was truly surprised at just how firm they were. Again, I don’t know how long we were there like that but she rolled over on her other side and away from me. Then she told me to unhook it. I’d like to think it was the shock of hearing that that caused me to just fumble, fumble, fumble. I remember her reaching back and in what seemed like a flick of her fingers she had it undone.
When she rolled back towards me the bra was still loosely covering her. I remember her watching me. I didn’t know what to do. Finally she sort of dragged it off and I looked at these beautiful mounds of flesh with erect nipples. I didn’t do anything but look (stare) so finally she took my hand and placed it atop one of them. I wish I could describe the feeling but the best I can do is to say that her skin was soft but the breast itself was just as firm as it had been when encased by the bra. I think she was amused by my reaction to the whole scene. When I finally touched her nipple I do remember her giving off a slight shiver, much as she’d done when I touched her ”button“ for the first time.
Before long she rolled back towards me and gathered me up into her arms. Then she gave me the indication that she wanted me to roll her on her back with me on top. I picked up on that right away! But after I did and rolled on top of her she let out a little cry... not of pain but more like one of a slight surprise. I pushed myself up a bit and as soon as I did she told me she had to get to the bathroom. I rolled off her but back onto the side of the bed that blocked her way to get up and off the bed. As I was doing that she sat up and started to throw her leg up and over me. As she did I felt this warmth, on my thigh. Impulsively, I grabbed at her sides and stopped her from going any further. I remember her gently telling me to let her go but I didn’t. Since she’d vacated her place on the bed I ”ooched" over into it and didn’t let her go. Her left leg was actually hanging off the bed but as I moved over I pulled her with me. Surprisingly, she didn’t really fight me. Within a few seconds she was sitting on my groin... and still peeing. Her warm bodily fluids were now running down my butt crack,, and tickling me. I know it may sound gross but it was incredible! I think she was still peeing when she, looking down at me from her sitting position, started giggling.
I’m really smiling now as I think back on this. We really had a mess there... but we didn’t care. It wasn’t long before I was back on top of her and we did go on to experience an ”afternoon delight“. After we caught our breath we assessd the ”damage“ we’d done. Elle did have a rubberized sheet over her mattress but the cotton pad and bottom sheet were soaked. By then it was mid afternoon and even if they got washed there was no way for them to dry before her mother (and father) got home. That was problem number one. Number two was that we both had to get washed up. The only shower in the house was on the first floor. We decided that Elle should go use the shower and that I would clean up as best I could using the upstairs bathroom. Problem number three was how to get me downstairs without the nosy neighbor seeing me.
What was most memorable was when we stripped the bed. We were only wearing out wet underpants. Elle was still braless and watching her bend over the bed while pulling the sheet and pad off was worth paying admission for. That, and being able to see her in almost transparent, wet panties. We decided that we best get washed and dressed before we made the bed up again. She went to her dresser and pulled out a clean pair of panties and I made note of just which drawer it was. As soon as I heard her feet hit the stair landing, I was at the drawer. I was actually surprised. There were four piles of panties and two of her bras. The cotton Carter’s ”Spanky Pants“ were on the right hand side and the nylon ones right next to them. I pulled a pair of the cotton one’s out and held them up to the light. The discoloration of the crotch was definitely noticeable. I really wanted to check out more of them but I needed to get washed and dressed before Elle returned.
To be continued...
Thursday, August 09, 2007
INTO THE "HEAT" OF SUMMER... (Part 25j)
I was right. My father was furious. I was told to walk Elle home and then to come right back. After a pretty good tongue lashing I was told to stay home. Believe me, I know it could’ve been worse but it really hurt knowing what Elle and I had just done and that she was no more than 500 feet away.
Because of Elle having switched her schedule the day before I didn’t get to see her until suppertime. Tony came in and relieved me a little early so I could go home and then drive Elle to work. I really, really wanted to be with Elle that night but I’d promised my friend Cliffy I’d help him with his racecar. His father had built a brand new motor for his own racecar and was letting Cliffy put the old one in his car. I thought about begging off but I didn’t. I offered to go pick Elle up when she finished up and to bring her back to the shop where we were working on the car but she declined. I’ll admit that my thoughts weren’t all on the racecar and even harbored an idea that Elle might still be awake when I got home. She wasn’t.
Elle did join us in going to the races. Cliffy’s new girlfriend, Marissa and his sister joined her so it wasn’t all bad for her. It was an exciting night as Cliffy, with a decent motor in the car, was competitive and finished fourth in the Main event. His father’s car finished second so everybody was happy. We celebrated by stopping for soft ice cream on the way home again. Cliffy and Marissa were quite ”involved“ and I hoped that Elle would take the hint... but she didn’t. By the time we got home it was after midnight. We didn’t want to chance pushing her curfew too far so decided that the next night we’d make up for it. You can imagine my thoughts as I lay in bed that night.
When I arrived at work I found there was no electricity or phone. Without power there was no way to pump gas which was the main focus early in the morning. Being alone, there was no way to reach my boss, Cliff, to let him know. It wasn’t long before a customer let me know what had happened. There had been road reconstruction in our area and somehow the construction crews had hit a power pole with a transformer on it. The whole area was affected. All I could do was tell prospective customers that I couldn’t pump gas for them.
After Cliff showed up he drove to the site where the problem was located. When he came back he said that it would be late afternoon before we would see power again. He found things for me to do until lunch time when he told me to take the rest of the day off. I wasn’t going to argue with him although I knew I wouldn’t get paid. Elle had worked that morning so I went and picked her up. I wasn’t sure if she was working that afternoon or at night so when I arrived was just hoping we’d have the afternoon together. It turned out better than that.
Elle’s mother liked having the Summer off but was always willing to fill in when needed. The Drug store’s owners wife, who it seemed was always at the store, had gotten hurt in some way. Whereas Elle always worked at the fountain area, her mother had managed to learn the other part of the operation. So, when we got to Elle’s house we found her just about to leave. I couldn’t believe my (our) good fortune. I swear my bulge started as soon as I heard that she wasn’t going to be there the rest of the afternoon. The only thing was that she’d created a list of housekeeping duties for Elle to work on that afternoon.
As I remember it, Elle’s mother’s car hadn’t reached the end of the driveway when we were in a deep embrace and my hand was up under her skirt and in her crotch. There was no resistance by Elle at all. My fingers quickly slipped under her panties leg elastic but I found her ”button“ was dry. I remember whispering to her that I needed a ”squirt”.
What I got was a LOT more... but I wasn’t complaining. I continued to rub as she continued to pee. I was in heaven... and she was wriggling around and I continued to massage her “button”. Suddenly she pulled away and looked at the floor. There was a yellow puddle about the size of a turkey platter where she’d been standing. The reality of just what she’d done and where she’d done it had hit her. I won’t say she was in a panic but her focus was to clean up the mess rather than what we'd been doing. She grabbed a towel from under the sink and dropped it in the middle of the puddle. I squatted down to start mopping it up and she followed. It was obvious that she was conscious of how wet she was because she gathered her skirt up around her waist as she did so. I remember her having to gather it back up a time or two and, being a smart ass, suggested that she take it off. I didn’t expect that she would but I watched her stand up and undo the side buttons and pull it off. If there was a regret it was that the kitchen was so dark.
When we finished up I undid my jeans and let them slide to my knees. There was a small round stool in the kitchen and I pulled Elle over to it and sat down. I pulled Elle up in front of me and then gently pulled her legs apart. She got the hint and sat down straddling me like we did when we were swimming. My penis was still encased by my underpants which is what probably saved me from coming right then and there. I remember feeling the warm wetness of her panties soaking through my underpants and trying not to move. We kissed for a few minutes before I felt like I was back in “control“. I think I indicated that I wanted her to move so I could release my penis. In any case, whatever I did caused her to get up. Not what I wanted.
I shouldn’t have been so impatient. As it turned out, she took me by the hand and led me, struggling to get my pants up so I could walk, to the stairs. What strikes me the most in thinking back on this whole scene is that the next door neighbor was one of the most nosy people I can remember and yet Elle was leading me up the stairs. The neighbor could look right in the stairwell window without moving from her living room. But Elle kept on going and I sure as hell was following.
As dark as the kitchen was, there was no doubt that Elle’s room was the brightest in the house. A pale yellow on the walls enhanced by the sun pouring in three widows. As soon as we turned into her room she slipped out of her blouse. As I’ve mentioned before I’d never really focused on her breasts. There was no way not to in this situation. She backed up towards her bed with me in tow. Once there she quickly flipped up onto it and onto her side. I’m sure it was to try and keep her bed dry as her panties were still wet. I stood there looking down on her and realized that she was no longer a girl but was now a woman. The problem with that was that in many ways I was still a boy.
To be continued...
I was right. My father was furious. I was told to walk Elle home and then to come right back. After a pretty good tongue lashing I was told to stay home. Believe me, I know it could’ve been worse but it really hurt knowing what Elle and I had just done and that she was no more than 500 feet away.
Because of Elle having switched her schedule the day before I didn’t get to see her until suppertime. Tony came in and relieved me a little early so I could go home and then drive Elle to work. I really, really wanted to be with Elle that night but I’d promised my friend Cliffy I’d help him with his racecar. His father had built a brand new motor for his own racecar and was letting Cliffy put the old one in his car. I thought about begging off but I didn’t. I offered to go pick Elle up when she finished up and to bring her back to the shop where we were working on the car but she declined. I’ll admit that my thoughts weren’t all on the racecar and even harbored an idea that Elle might still be awake when I got home. She wasn’t.
Elle did join us in going to the races. Cliffy’s new girlfriend, Marissa and his sister joined her so it wasn’t all bad for her. It was an exciting night as Cliffy, with a decent motor in the car, was competitive and finished fourth in the Main event. His father’s car finished second so everybody was happy. We celebrated by stopping for soft ice cream on the way home again. Cliffy and Marissa were quite ”involved“ and I hoped that Elle would take the hint... but she didn’t. By the time we got home it was after midnight. We didn’t want to chance pushing her curfew too far so decided that the next night we’d make up for it. You can imagine my thoughts as I lay in bed that night.
When I arrived at work I found there was no electricity or phone. Without power there was no way to pump gas which was the main focus early in the morning. Being alone, there was no way to reach my boss, Cliff, to let him know. It wasn’t long before a customer let me know what had happened. There had been road reconstruction in our area and somehow the construction crews had hit a power pole with a transformer on it. The whole area was affected. All I could do was tell prospective customers that I couldn’t pump gas for them.
After Cliff showed up he drove to the site where the problem was located. When he came back he said that it would be late afternoon before we would see power again. He found things for me to do until lunch time when he told me to take the rest of the day off. I wasn’t going to argue with him although I knew I wouldn’t get paid. Elle had worked that morning so I went and picked her up. I wasn’t sure if she was working that afternoon or at night so when I arrived was just hoping we’d have the afternoon together. It turned out better than that.
Elle’s mother liked having the Summer off but was always willing to fill in when needed. The Drug store’s owners wife, who it seemed was always at the store, had gotten hurt in some way. Whereas Elle always worked at the fountain area, her mother had managed to learn the other part of the operation. So, when we got to Elle’s house we found her just about to leave. I couldn’t believe my (our) good fortune. I swear my bulge started as soon as I heard that she wasn’t going to be there the rest of the afternoon. The only thing was that she’d created a list of housekeeping duties for Elle to work on that afternoon.
As I remember it, Elle’s mother’s car hadn’t reached the end of the driveway when we were in a deep embrace and my hand was up under her skirt and in her crotch. There was no resistance by Elle at all. My fingers quickly slipped under her panties leg elastic but I found her ”button“ was dry. I remember whispering to her that I needed a ”squirt”.
What I got was a LOT more... but I wasn’t complaining. I continued to rub as she continued to pee. I was in heaven... and she was wriggling around and I continued to massage her “button”. Suddenly she pulled away and looked at the floor. There was a yellow puddle about the size of a turkey platter where she’d been standing. The reality of just what she’d done and where she’d done it had hit her. I won’t say she was in a panic but her focus was to clean up the mess rather than what we'd been doing. She grabbed a towel from under the sink and dropped it in the middle of the puddle. I squatted down to start mopping it up and she followed. It was obvious that she was conscious of how wet she was because she gathered her skirt up around her waist as she did so. I remember her having to gather it back up a time or two and, being a smart ass, suggested that she take it off. I didn’t expect that she would but I watched her stand up and undo the side buttons and pull it off. If there was a regret it was that the kitchen was so dark.
When we finished up I undid my jeans and let them slide to my knees. There was a small round stool in the kitchen and I pulled Elle over to it and sat down. I pulled Elle up in front of me and then gently pulled her legs apart. She got the hint and sat down straddling me like we did when we were swimming. My penis was still encased by my underpants which is what probably saved me from coming right then and there. I remember feeling the warm wetness of her panties soaking through my underpants and trying not to move. We kissed for a few minutes before I felt like I was back in “control“. I think I indicated that I wanted her to move so I could release my penis. In any case, whatever I did caused her to get up. Not what I wanted.
I shouldn’t have been so impatient. As it turned out, she took me by the hand and led me, struggling to get my pants up so I could walk, to the stairs. What strikes me the most in thinking back on this whole scene is that the next door neighbor was one of the most nosy people I can remember and yet Elle was leading me up the stairs. The neighbor could look right in the stairwell window without moving from her living room. But Elle kept on going and I sure as hell was following.
As dark as the kitchen was, there was no doubt that Elle’s room was the brightest in the house. A pale yellow on the walls enhanced by the sun pouring in three widows. As soon as we turned into her room she slipped out of her blouse. As I’ve mentioned before I’d never really focused on her breasts. There was no way not to in this situation. She backed up towards her bed with me in tow. Once there she quickly flipped up onto it and onto her side. I’m sure it was to try and keep her bed dry as her panties were still wet. I stood there looking down on her and realized that she was no longer a girl but was now a woman. The problem with that was that in many ways I was still a boy.
To be continued...
Sunday, August 05, 2007
INTO THE "HEAT" OF SUMMER... (Part 25i)
It was a tough night to sleep between what had just happened and the heat. Tony was due to come back to work but only on a limited basis. I came up with the idea of having him come in at 6pm and finishing out the day for me. He’d only have the car wash for 2 hours and would then pump gas until 11pm, the slowest part of the day for both. That way I’d be able to spend time with Elle that night and man, did I ever want to! After talking with her during the day I got her to switch her evening shift so that she’d be off at 6pm, like me. I picked her up and drove her home. She was “lovey” but, because it was daylight and we were basically driving through our own neighborhood it was muted as compared to the night before. Any trepidition I had concerning our relationship in the previous weeks were gone. Even though I wasn’t doing much more than driving the car I had a distinct “bulge” in my pants.
It was still hot out and little in the way of a breeze. I hadn’t used the outboard all Summer and, while eating, came up with the idea of taking Elle for a ride. I didn’t tell her because I didn’t want her to think about possibly putting a “package” on. I wanted her to be in just nylon panties. As spontaneous as the previous night had been, I had definite ideas about what I hoped might happen on this night.
As described in prior posts, there were any number of places along the water that Elle and I had previously visited. I wanted one that was definitely remote as I knew that Elle would be concerned about the possibility of being “caught”. I considered it irrational but had come to accept it. It was almost the same as not allowing me to see her naked. Quirky, but acceptable as long as it made her happy. I chose the place where we’d gone beach plum picking. If you could get there by any other way than water I didn’t know about it. Where we put ashore was the prime place to observe any boats that might be in the area. I had pretty much convinced Elle of that fact so that when we got settled (I’d brought a couple of beach towels and a portable radio) I didn’t have to persuade her to join me in getting undressed down to our underwear. Because I’d not told her that we were going for a boat ride she wore a blouse and skirt. As she slipped her clothes off I remember her being quite coquetish. Then I also remember her sitting yoga style across from me giving me an incredible view of her crotch. After just a minute of that I was going crazy. She changed positions a few times and in each one she was teasing me, knowing just how “excited” I was. One vivid memory was when she, standing, struck a pose like the old time movie stars would do in bathing suit promotional shots. Then, I couldn’t believe my eyes as she reached around behind her back and undid her bra. It was like a slow motion strip show. I was almost drooling. And, the piece de resistance, (at least to me) was when she realized that she was leaking. Still standing, she turned and faced me, spreading her legs ever so slightly. I watched as her pee just bubbled out of the crotch of her panties. My guess is that my mouth was open as she did it. I could hear it puddling into the sand beneath her and yet when I stole a glance all I could see was wet sand. I thought the previous night was close to utopia but this one was coming close and it was still daylight.
When she finally moved she came over and sat in my lap. The wet warmth of her panties and the movement of her body as she got comfortable was too much for me. I just sat there feeling the pulsing sensation in my groin. I’m not sure she knew because she then proceeded to start kissing me. It only took a few seconds for my disappointment to pass and I concentrated on her attention. It was a “new” Elle... and I liked it. I had no idea what had caused it but I certainly wasn’t going to ask.
My hand quickly found it’s way to her warm and wet crotch. The only thing that concerned me was that if I got her too excited that she might expect something more... and I wasn’t capable at that time. I made a critical decision and told her that I had a cramp in my leg and she had to move. When we were standing I faked it a bit, hobbling around trying to shake it off. By then the sun wasn’t far from the horizon and the sun was a shade of orange. I saw her bending over to pick something up from the sand and saw the glow from the sun strike her butt. The line delineating the wet from the dry of her panties was certainly there to see. It started the process all over again as I felt something growing in my underpants. I’m smiling as I write this and I know I was smiling back then as well. I went over to her and took her in my arms and this time I was the aggressor. We kissed and embraced for a while before my hand slipped down to her pubic area. Her panties were still damp but were far from wet. As I rubbed them I did something that was totally not planned. I asked if she would pee while I was rubbing her. I don’t remember her exact reaction partially because I was holding her close to me with my other arm. I was in shock at my own brazeness and wasn’t brave enough to ask again. I didn’t need to. After I moved my hand from pressing against her panties I felt a warm wetness running through my fingers. I quickly pressed my hand up into her crotch and began rubbing. I was in heaven. I know most people don’t or won’t understand it but that combination of warm wetness and silky nylon is very sensuous to me. I continued to rub for a minute or two and then my fingers found their way under the leg elastic. Her “button” was waiting and so was she. It wasn’t but a minute before we were laying on the beach towels. Then, it wasn’t very long before she was guiding my penis into the “promised land“. I’m sure I lasted as long as I did because I’d come withing the previous hour. And, I was also able to pull out before coming inside her as I’d done the night before. Even though the chances were slim that she’d get pregnant at that time I just didn’t want to take the chance. We lay there until it was almost dark because it was so very peaceful and calm, not like some of our other ”experiences“. As we started to dress I asked Elle if it wouldn’t be a good idea to pee before we headed back. Even though it was almost dark I could see the smirky smile on her face. She’d been squatting down to roll up the corner of one of the towels and, although I couldn’t actually see it I could hear the liquid puddling in the sand beneath her. As I did I felt my bulge start all over again. When she stood up I went to her and began rubbing again. It still felt good but she quickly put a stop to it. We both knew it would be totally dark by the time we got back home and she wasn’t comfortable with that. Truthfully, I wasn’t either... and I knew my parents would be worried.
To be continued...
It was a tough night to sleep between what had just happened and the heat. Tony was due to come back to work but only on a limited basis. I came up with the idea of having him come in at 6pm and finishing out the day for me. He’d only have the car wash for 2 hours and would then pump gas until 11pm, the slowest part of the day for both. That way I’d be able to spend time with Elle that night and man, did I ever want to! After talking with her during the day I got her to switch her evening shift so that she’d be off at 6pm, like me. I picked her up and drove her home. She was “lovey” but, because it was daylight and we were basically driving through our own neighborhood it was muted as compared to the night before. Any trepidition I had concerning our relationship in the previous weeks were gone. Even though I wasn’t doing much more than driving the car I had a distinct “bulge” in my pants.
It was still hot out and little in the way of a breeze. I hadn’t used the outboard all Summer and, while eating, came up with the idea of taking Elle for a ride. I didn’t tell her because I didn’t want her to think about possibly putting a “package” on. I wanted her to be in just nylon panties. As spontaneous as the previous night had been, I had definite ideas about what I hoped might happen on this night.
As described in prior posts, there were any number of places along the water that Elle and I had previously visited. I wanted one that was definitely remote as I knew that Elle would be concerned about the possibility of being “caught”. I considered it irrational but had come to accept it. It was almost the same as not allowing me to see her naked. Quirky, but acceptable as long as it made her happy. I chose the place where we’d gone beach plum picking. If you could get there by any other way than water I didn’t know about it. Where we put ashore was the prime place to observe any boats that might be in the area. I had pretty much convinced Elle of that fact so that when we got settled (I’d brought a couple of beach towels and a portable radio) I didn’t have to persuade her to join me in getting undressed down to our underwear. Because I’d not told her that we were going for a boat ride she wore a blouse and skirt. As she slipped her clothes off I remember her being quite coquetish. Then I also remember her sitting yoga style across from me giving me an incredible view of her crotch. After just a minute of that I was going crazy. She changed positions a few times and in each one she was teasing me, knowing just how “excited” I was. One vivid memory was when she, standing, struck a pose like the old time movie stars would do in bathing suit promotional shots. Then, I couldn’t believe my eyes as she reached around behind her back and undid her bra. It was like a slow motion strip show. I was almost drooling. And, the piece de resistance, (at least to me) was when she realized that she was leaking. Still standing, she turned and faced me, spreading her legs ever so slightly. I watched as her pee just bubbled out of the crotch of her panties. My guess is that my mouth was open as she did it. I could hear it puddling into the sand beneath her and yet when I stole a glance all I could see was wet sand. I thought the previous night was close to utopia but this one was coming close and it was still daylight.
When she finally moved she came over and sat in my lap. The wet warmth of her panties and the movement of her body as she got comfortable was too much for me. I just sat there feeling the pulsing sensation in my groin. I’m not sure she knew because she then proceeded to start kissing me. It only took a few seconds for my disappointment to pass and I concentrated on her attention. It was a “new” Elle... and I liked it. I had no idea what had caused it but I certainly wasn’t going to ask.
My hand quickly found it’s way to her warm and wet crotch. The only thing that concerned me was that if I got her too excited that she might expect something more... and I wasn’t capable at that time. I made a critical decision and told her that I had a cramp in my leg and she had to move. When we were standing I faked it a bit, hobbling around trying to shake it off. By then the sun wasn’t far from the horizon and the sun was a shade of orange. I saw her bending over to pick something up from the sand and saw the glow from the sun strike her butt. The line delineating the wet from the dry of her panties was certainly there to see. It started the process all over again as I felt something growing in my underpants. I’m smiling as I write this and I know I was smiling back then as well. I went over to her and took her in my arms and this time I was the aggressor. We kissed and embraced for a while before my hand slipped down to her pubic area. Her panties were still damp but were far from wet. As I rubbed them I did something that was totally not planned. I asked if she would pee while I was rubbing her. I don’t remember her exact reaction partially because I was holding her close to me with my other arm. I was in shock at my own brazeness and wasn’t brave enough to ask again. I didn’t need to. After I moved my hand from pressing against her panties I felt a warm wetness running through my fingers. I quickly pressed my hand up into her crotch and began rubbing. I was in heaven. I know most people don’t or won’t understand it but that combination of warm wetness and silky nylon is very sensuous to me. I continued to rub for a minute or two and then my fingers found their way under the leg elastic. Her “button” was waiting and so was she. It wasn’t but a minute before we were laying on the beach towels. Then, it wasn’t very long before she was guiding my penis into the “promised land“. I’m sure I lasted as long as I did because I’d come withing the previous hour. And, I was also able to pull out before coming inside her as I’d done the night before. Even though the chances were slim that she’d get pregnant at that time I just didn’t want to take the chance. We lay there until it was almost dark because it was so very peaceful and calm, not like some of our other ”experiences“. As we started to dress I asked Elle if it wouldn’t be a good idea to pee before we headed back. Even though it was almost dark I could see the smirky smile on her face. She’d been squatting down to roll up the corner of one of the towels and, although I couldn’t actually see it I could hear the liquid puddling in the sand beneath her. As I did I felt my bulge start all over again. When she stood up I went to her and began rubbing again. It still felt good but she quickly put a stop to it. We both knew it would be totally dark by the time we got back home and she wasn’t comfortable with that. Truthfully, I wasn’t either... and I knew my parents would be worried.
To be continued...
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
INTO THE "HEAT" OF SUMMER... (Part 25 h)
I'm not sure she even heard me as she proceeded to pull me right into her body. I remember her pressing her groin against mine and taking the lead and kissing me. I swear that it was the first time she was ever that aggressive. But it didn’t stop there. I had my arms around her but avoided grabbing her butt cheeks because I knew her panties were wet and by doing that I’d get her skirt wet. All of a sudden she reached around behind her back and took one of my hands and, pulling away from me just a bit, pushed my hand into her crotch. Even though she had a skirt on I felt the wetness of her panties through her skirt almost immediately. I can remember pressing my fingers up into her crotch and moving them about. However, there was way too much material for much of a sensuous feeling so I pulled my hand out and went up under the skirt. It was MUCH better with my fingers pushing just her panties up into her as I massaged her “privates”. Even though it’d been a while since we’d done anything like this it didn’t take long for me to hook my index finger under the panty leg elastic. I found her “button” almost immediately. I have no idea how long it took for me to realize that we were standing right in front of my porch windows. When we’d driven into the driveway my father’s car wasn’t there. I suddenly realized that my parents could walk into the house at any time and see us. As soon as this realization registered I took her by the hand and led her down the steps to the beach. We could still be seen from the house if we were standing so I went down on my knees and pulled her down with me. I took off my shirt and placed it on the sand and slowly lowered her down so her head would lie on it. I pulled her skirt up to her waist and then undid my belt and pants. I pulled my penis out and then lay down beside her. I placed it in between her legs right at her crotch. Even with the heat of the air I could honestly feel the warmth coming from her wet panties. We didn’t stay that way for long as Elle tried to get my penis inside her panties. It wasn’t going to work from that position so I rolled her over onto her back and then, on my knees, straddled her. With Elle pulling her panty leg aside I slowly lowed myself into her.
It was all so sudden and impulsive. There had been no “plan” at all. It just happened. I have no idea how long I “lasted“ and it wasn’t until a moment or two after I’d come that I realized that I’d actually come while inside her. For a split second I was in a panic. My temperature must’ve risen 5 degrees when I made the realization of just what I’d done. I remember being almost as wet as if I’d gone swimming. But, it only took a few more seconds to remember that she’d just gotten over her period. When that registered I went entirely limp.
As I half lay on her I began to fathom what had just happened. Elle had never been aggressive and the passion she showed as we made love was also new. I have no idea how long we stayed there like that. When we finally did get up we were covered with sand. We’d been ”sticky“ from the heat and humidity before we got ”involved“. But now we were even stickier and the sand just clung to us. After trying, unsuccessfully, to brush it off I suggested that we go into the water. This time she didn’t protest although she did continue to wear her bra and panties. I’m pretty sure I wore my underpants but I don’t know why.
Even though the temperature was still probably around 80 degrees we were both ”cool” once we walked out of the water. The only thing that was available to dry Elle off was her skirt and blouse. She willingly used them and put them on as we walked over to her house. We stood by her kitchen door, hugging and kissing passionately. Neither of us wanted it to end, Finally Elle broke away and reached up to the hiding place for the door key. It wasn’t there! We spent the next few minutes crawling around hoping that it had somehow fallen to the ground. We didn’t find it, Waking her parents was out of the question. We ended up going to the back porch screen door. Because of the heat, her parents had not closed the actual door but had only latched the screen door. As much as I hated to do it I ended up cutting through the screen with my car key and releasing the latch. I wondered how that would get explained. I got one more hug and kiss before Elle disappeared into the darkness of the house. On my way home I stood out in front of her house and watched the light go on in her room. I stayed until it went out. The whole time I was there I was envisioning her undressing and getting her nightie on. Needless to say the bulge in my pants was there and in full bloom.
To be continued...
I'm not sure she even heard me as she proceeded to pull me right into her body. I remember her pressing her groin against mine and taking the lead and kissing me. I swear that it was the first time she was ever that aggressive. But it didn’t stop there. I had my arms around her but avoided grabbing her butt cheeks because I knew her panties were wet and by doing that I’d get her skirt wet. All of a sudden she reached around behind her back and took one of my hands and, pulling away from me just a bit, pushed my hand into her crotch. Even though she had a skirt on I felt the wetness of her panties through her skirt almost immediately. I can remember pressing my fingers up into her crotch and moving them about. However, there was way too much material for much of a sensuous feeling so I pulled my hand out and went up under the skirt. It was MUCH better with my fingers pushing just her panties up into her as I massaged her “privates”. Even though it’d been a while since we’d done anything like this it didn’t take long for me to hook my index finger under the panty leg elastic. I found her “button” almost immediately. I have no idea how long it took for me to realize that we were standing right in front of my porch windows. When we’d driven into the driveway my father’s car wasn’t there. I suddenly realized that my parents could walk into the house at any time and see us. As soon as this realization registered I took her by the hand and led her down the steps to the beach. We could still be seen from the house if we were standing so I went down on my knees and pulled her down with me. I took off my shirt and placed it on the sand and slowly lowered her down so her head would lie on it. I pulled her skirt up to her waist and then undid my belt and pants. I pulled my penis out and then lay down beside her. I placed it in between her legs right at her crotch. Even with the heat of the air I could honestly feel the warmth coming from her wet panties. We didn’t stay that way for long as Elle tried to get my penis inside her panties. It wasn’t going to work from that position so I rolled her over onto her back and then, on my knees, straddled her. With Elle pulling her panty leg aside I slowly lowed myself into her.
It was all so sudden and impulsive. There had been no “plan” at all. It just happened. I have no idea how long I “lasted“ and it wasn’t until a moment or two after I’d come that I realized that I’d actually come while inside her. For a split second I was in a panic. My temperature must’ve risen 5 degrees when I made the realization of just what I’d done. I remember being almost as wet as if I’d gone swimming. But, it only took a few more seconds to remember that she’d just gotten over her period. When that registered I went entirely limp.
As I half lay on her I began to fathom what had just happened. Elle had never been aggressive and the passion she showed as we made love was also new. I have no idea how long we stayed there like that. When we finally did get up we were covered with sand. We’d been ”sticky“ from the heat and humidity before we got ”involved“. But now we were even stickier and the sand just clung to us. After trying, unsuccessfully, to brush it off I suggested that we go into the water. This time she didn’t protest although she did continue to wear her bra and panties. I’m pretty sure I wore my underpants but I don’t know why.
Even though the temperature was still probably around 80 degrees we were both ”cool” once we walked out of the water. The only thing that was available to dry Elle off was her skirt and blouse. She willingly used them and put them on as we walked over to her house. We stood by her kitchen door, hugging and kissing passionately. Neither of us wanted it to end, Finally Elle broke away and reached up to the hiding place for the door key. It wasn’t there! We spent the next few minutes crawling around hoping that it had somehow fallen to the ground. We didn’t find it, Waking her parents was out of the question. We ended up going to the back porch screen door. Because of the heat, her parents had not closed the actual door but had only latched the screen door. As much as I hated to do it I ended up cutting through the screen with my car key and releasing the latch. I wondered how that would get explained. I got one more hug and kiss before Elle disappeared into the darkness of the house. On my way home I stood out in front of her house and watched the light go on in her room. I stayed until it went out. The whole time I was there I was envisioning her undressing and getting her nightie on. Needless to say the bulge in my pants was there and in full bloom.
To be continued...
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