SEPTEMBER... On into the Fall... (Part 27a)
I had dreamed of qualifying for the Championships right from when I first started racing. Even with that in mind I headed for Ohio with mixed feelings. As hard as it was to qualify I didn’t want to give up my spot and to stay home to be with Elle. Because of the limited time we’d had together after the operation I didn’t really know her inner feelings. As it turned out it was quite an experience and I actually did very well under some very trying conditions. When the races were over I had to head for college. I was actually supposed to sign in on that Friday but I was still racing. My father had contacted the school and got an exemption for me. As a Sophomore I was not allowed to have a car at school but I’d also been given a week’s exemption with the provision that I was not to drive the car while it was there except to take it home. On my way back to school from the championships I had briefly given some thought to stopping by Elle’s school to see her. But I’d experienced car problems the whole trip back. I was afraid that if I broke down between her school and mine I, with the boat in tow, I would have really been in trouble as the roads were narrow and were lightly traveled. I made it back to school on Sunday afternoon and was faced with a problem right away.
As I’d previously written, my roommate, Bob, and I had drawn a short straw as far as being able to have a room at the fraternity. We’d arranged to get a room downtown at the home of one of the college’s professors. When I pulled up in front of the house I realized that they didn’t have any place for me to park the car let alone the boat. After conversations with the professor and his wife they were able to arrange for me to take them both to the farm of a friend. It was almost dark when I arrived and was greeted by some really nice people. They showed me where to park and then invited me in for a bite to eat. I never expected something like that. I knew they were going to drive me back to town but this was special. Besides the food being good, (it was my first homecooked meal in almost a week) there was one other thing... the daughter.
I really didn’t find out much about her that night. Most of the conversation, unfortunately, revolved about me. I did find out that her name was Joanne and she was the youngest of three girls. She seemed to be exceptionally shy and rarely spoke. But it was hard for me to take my eyes off her. She was the stereotypical “farmers daughter” with long blonde hair (tied back into a pony tail), good looks and very well “developed“. On the trip back to town I couldn’t get my mind off her.
Bob had already settled in to our room so, while I was taking the car to the farm, carried all my things upstairs. It was another unexpected treat. As I unpacked he brought me up to date on the fraternity and what we, as ”pledges“, were expected to do. He warned me that we were going to be, for all intents and purposes, slaves to the brothers. He endured an indoctrination on Saturday and warned me that they were lying in wait for me for missing it. He told me of some the hazing that the pledges had suffered through and all I could think of was that it was going to be worse for me. Little did I know!
My ”punishment“ for not being there for that first Saturday was having to be there at the fraternity house the next weekend doing all kinds of menial tasks for the brothers. That was the weekend I had expected to drive the car and boat home. All pledges were assigned a ”Big Brother“. Some were real bastards and looked at their pledge as their own personal servant and worse. I got lucky in that mine was pretty laid back and, because he had a girlfriend at a school within driving distance, spent most of his weekend time there. I did have a lot of ”chores“ to do for him on Saturday and had to put up with a lot of crap from the other brothers who were around the house while I was there. But, he gave me a reprieve for Sunday. Since Bob and I lived downtown it was a case of ”out of sight, out of mind“ when it came to the rest of the brothers. My Big Brother had given me the heads up not to come to the house on Sunday unless I wanted a lot more of the crap I’d had to go through on Saturday. Lying in bed that Sunday morning I hatched the idea of driving over to see Elle. I walked the two plus miles out to the farm and retrieved the keys from Mrs T., the farmers wife. I figured that there was no way the school authorities would know. I hoped that I would get to see the daughter but she was nowhere in sight. I can tell you that I was praying the whole way to Elle’s college that the car didn’t give me too big a problem... and it didn’t.
Trying to catch up with Elle at her sorority had proved to be difficult all week long as the house only had one phone and it was a pay phone, just like at the fraternity. Since she was a pledge she ranked lowest on the totem pole as far as phone use was concerned. I quickly learned that it was far cheaper to call person to person rather than have someone answer the phone and then, while someone was supposedly looking for Elle, hang the receiver up on me. When I did get though the sisters would only let the pledges talk for three minutes if any one of the sisters wanted to use the phone. Because of that I really didn’t know how Elle was doing. I didn’t bother to call to tell her I was coming figuring that I probably wouldn’t get though to her anyway.
To be continued...
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
AUGUST... The backside of Summer... (Part 26i)
As I said, I had to work Sunday morning. Labor day weekend was probably the busiest weekend of the year as far as pumping gas was concerned. Cliff, my boss, wasn’t all that happy about me leaving at noon but he’d agreed to it when I was hired. When I got home I only had a short time to visit with Elle and then get to the sailing club on time. I found her to be what I now know as depressed. She’d had the catheter removed and now found that her wetting was worse than before the operation. She’d talked with the doctors and they told her to have patience. I couldn’t add any more to it and felt bad that I couldn’t stay to keep her company.
I don’t have any memory of the races that day but I do remember I ended up third (again) in the season standings. The prizes were to be handed out that night at the sailing club and Elle was supposed to go with me but she was too afraid of what might happen if she did. Once I received my trophy I left and went back to see Elle. Time was running out on me as I only had that night and, hopefully, some time the next day before I was on my way to Ohio. She was scheduled to go back to college on Thursday and was fearful about how she’d be able to handle it in her present condition. I remember her sitting on the day bed couch on her front porch with a piece of plastic spread out under her and a bath towel on top of that. Her mother originally didn’t want me to come in and to see her like that but Elle went against her and I was allowed in. I felt really helpless because there was nothing I could do or say to help her. She understood that it was a really big thing for me to go race in the championships. I was going to be the youngest competitor and, more important than that was the fact that there were some really good sailors who had never even qualified for the championships and this might be my only chance. When I got up to leave she got up with me. (Her parents, thankfully, had gone to bed.) I remember giving her butt a squeeze when kissing her (like I usually did) and finding it very wet. After an initial start to a bulge I came back to the reality that the girl did have a serious problem. I promised I’d stop by the next day when I could and went on home.
Labor day was an incredibly busy day for pumping gas. Tony and his family left for their winter home first thing in the morning which meant it was basically Cliff, my boss, and I at the station. A lunch break was out of the question which meant another chance to be with Elle was eliminated. Even though I had to get my boat and trailer ready for the trip to Ohio the following morning I stayed and pumped gas until it was almost dark. When I finally got home I ran over to see Elle for a just a few minutes. She was feeling better but with her parents around I didn’t get too ”close” to her, if you know what I mean. My heart wasn’t into going home to pack up my things although I did. I pretty much knew I wouldn’t see Elle again until we were both back at college which made me sad.
To be continued...
As I said, I had to work Sunday morning. Labor day weekend was probably the busiest weekend of the year as far as pumping gas was concerned. Cliff, my boss, wasn’t all that happy about me leaving at noon but he’d agreed to it when I was hired. When I got home I only had a short time to visit with Elle and then get to the sailing club on time. I found her to be what I now know as depressed. She’d had the catheter removed and now found that her wetting was worse than before the operation. She’d talked with the doctors and they told her to have patience. I couldn’t add any more to it and felt bad that I couldn’t stay to keep her company.
I don’t have any memory of the races that day but I do remember I ended up third (again) in the season standings. The prizes were to be handed out that night at the sailing club and Elle was supposed to go with me but she was too afraid of what might happen if she did. Once I received my trophy I left and went back to see Elle. Time was running out on me as I only had that night and, hopefully, some time the next day before I was on my way to Ohio. She was scheduled to go back to college on Thursday and was fearful about how she’d be able to handle it in her present condition. I remember her sitting on the day bed couch on her front porch with a piece of plastic spread out under her and a bath towel on top of that. Her mother originally didn’t want me to come in and to see her like that but Elle went against her and I was allowed in. I felt really helpless because there was nothing I could do or say to help her. She understood that it was a really big thing for me to go race in the championships. I was going to be the youngest competitor and, more important than that was the fact that there were some really good sailors who had never even qualified for the championships and this might be my only chance. When I got up to leave she got up with me. (Her parents, thankfully, had gone to bed.) I remember giving her butt a squeeze when kissing her (like I usually did) and finding it very wet. After an initial start to a bulge I came back to the reality that the girl did have a serious problem. I promised I’d stop by the next day when I could and went on home.
Labor day was an incredibly busy day for pumping gas. Tony and his family left for their winter home first thing in the morning which meant it was basically Cliff, my boss, and I at the station. A lunch break was out of the question which meant another chance to be with Elle was eliminated. Even though I had to get my boat and trailer ready for the trip to Ohio the following morning I stayed and pumped gas until it was almost dark. When I finally got home I ran over to see Elle for a just a few minutes. She was feeling better but with her parents around I didn’t get too ”close” to her, if you know what I mean. My heart wasn’t into going home to pack up my things although I did. I pretty much knew I wouldn’t see Elle again until we were both back at college which made me sad.
To be continued...
Saturday, October 20, 2007
AUGUST... The backside of Summer... (Part 26h)
I didn’t know what to say but after a few seconds I bent down to pick up the clothes. Penny came over and squatted down to help. As she did she managed to pull her skirt up and as she sort of swiveled around gave me a “free show”. It was funny because I was holding the same thing she was wearing right there in my hands. I don’t remember exactly what she said but she made some comment about how funny it was to see a boy holding girls underwear. The temperature and my embarrassment went up immediately. I don’t know why she chose that moment to ask why Elle didn’t come but she did. Not really thinking, probably due to my acute embarrassment, I told her she was recuperating from an operation. That statement elicited great interest from Penny. She then told me she wanted to become a doctor and wanted to know just what kind of operation it was. I certainly didn’t know the name of the procedure so I kind of stumbled when I told her what it was supposed to fix. I honestly think Penny was intrigued with what I told her because she started asking me what Elle’s symptoms had been. I literally had my “foot in it“ at this point and started telling her about Elle’s wetting problems. She couldn’t believe that Elle had not only gone to High School that way but had completed a year of college as well. Then I got some juicy news as she told me about a couple of times she wet herself at school and the teasing she had to endure. As I listened I got the idea to ask about Pam. She laughed and told me I had to ask her myself. but the impression I got was that Pam had also suffered some number of the same type embarrassments. One of the things Penny asked was what Elle did about sleeping. I’d started so I couldn’t very well stop so I told her how she wore the heavy cotton Carter’s Spanky Pants with the sanitary pads. At this point I got the idea to ask about the panties that we’d, by now, picked up and put back in the basket. I certainly didn’t tell her that I’d been intrigued by them since the first time I’d seen the twins and their panties but I said that they would have been perfect for Elle. So I asked if she knew where they were purchased. I remember her giggling. She explained that her family had a lady that took care of most of their needs and that she (and Pam) had never gone shopping for underwear. Somewhere around then Pam reappeared and told Penny that they were both wanted downstairs since it was their party. I remember Pam putting her diary away as Penny and I started down the hall. On the way to the stairs we met Elise, the lady who she’d mentioned and who had brought the basket into the bedroom. She was carrying another small wicker basket and, as we passed, Penny stopped her and peered into the basket. Pulling out a pair of the very same type panties she then asked the lady where she’d purchased them. I remember the lady looking at me and then at Penny with this funny look on her face. Penny had to ask her again and I thought her answer would be that they came from a store in the city. I was wrong. It was a from a local department store. I'd heard of it but had never been there. I lived across the bay from where we and the store were located. I know my grandmother had shopped there as I'd seen boxes with name on it at her house. I was happy because at least I had a name to work with. We then continued on down to the party where I caught up with David.
He’d been drinking with some guys who knew some of his friends. I mingled around for a while and then decided that I wanted to head for home. I went to find the girls to say good by and found Penny first. It was obvious that she’d been imbibing as she was less than steady on her feet and she was much louder than usual. I walked up to her and before I knew it she had her arms around me and started kissing me. There were people around and I was embarrassed. I really didn’t know what to do. When she let me go she started telling everyone that I was the one that taught her how to race. That wasn’t true at all but in her condition, that’s what came out. I managed to "escape" and went looking for Pam but again ran into Penny. She pulled me over to one of the cement garden benches and pointed for me to sit down. I didn’t want to but I did anyway. She promptly sat in my lap and turned to kiss me. It was now very obvious that she was drunk and I really wanted to get away from her. I also didn’t want to hurt her or her feelings so I just sat there. I didn’t respond to her advances although it would have been easy to have taken advantage of her. I finally made the effort to stand up and when I did she slipped off my lap and into a heap on the ground. There wasn’t much light but it was easy to make out her panties. I did take advantage of that though. However, she caught me looking and, I guess in a snit, pulled the hem on the dress up and over her face. In that position I had almost a full view of her panties from waistband on down. I didn’t want to leave her that way so bent down and picked her up. She didn’t resist and I carried her in through the kitchen. Elise, the lady who looked after the girls was there and offered to take her from me. At that point I really did want to leave even if it meant not saying good bye to Pam. I found David and then my car and we headed for home.
Dave slept (or was passed out) most of the way. As I drove past the town where the twins caretaker lady said she’d purchased their panties I started thinking about how and when I could get back there to check them out. But I couldn’t come up with anything. The next day was Sunday and not only was the store going to be closed (this was the 50’s) but I was working in the morning and racing my sailboat in the afternoon. The day following was Labor Day, a holiday with just about everything closed. I was leaving for Ohio to race in the National sailing championships on the day after that. From there I was going straight back to college. Even though I was happy to now know where to look for the panties I was disappointed that I couldn’t get to go check them out.
To be continued...
I didn’t know what to say but after a few seconds I bent down to pick up the clothes. Penny came over and squatted down to help. As she did she managed to pull her skirt up and as she sort of swiveled around gave me a “free show”. It was funny because I was holding the same thing she was wearing right there in my hands. I don’t remember exactly what she said but she made some comment about how funny it was to see a boy holding girls underwear. The temperature and my embarrassment went up immediately. I don’t know why she chose that moment to ask why Elle didn’t come but she did. Not really thinking, probably due to my acute embarrassment, I told her she was recuperating from an operation. That statement elicited great interest from Penny. She then told me she wanted to become a doctor and wanted to know just what kind of operation it was. I certainly didn’t know the name of the procedure so I kind of stumbled when I told her what it was supposed to fix. I honestly think Penny was intrigued with what I told her because she started asking me what Elle’s symptoms had been. I literally had my “foot in it“ at this point and started telling her about Elle’s wetting problems. She couldn’t believe that Elle had not only gone to High School that way but had completed a year of college as well. Then I got some juicy news as she told me about a couple of times she wet herself at school and the teasing she had to endure. As I listened I got the idea to ask about Pam. She laughed and told me I had to ask her myself. but the impression I got was that Pam had also suffered some number of the same type embarrassments. One of the things Penny asked was what Elle did about sleeping. I’d started so I couldn’t very well stop so I told her how she wore the heavy cotton Carter’s Spanky Pants with the sanitary pads. At this point I got the idea to ask about the panties that we’d, by now, picked up and put back in the basket. I certainly didn’t tell her that I’d been intrigued by them since the first time I’d seen the twins and their panties but I said that they would have been perfect for Elle. So I asked if she knew where they were purchased. I remember her giggling. She explained that her family had a lady that took care of most of their needs and that she (and Pam) had never gone shopping for underwear. Somewhere around then Pam reappeared and told Penny that they were both wanted downstairs since it was their party. I remember Pam putting her diary away as Penny and I started down the hall. On the way to the stairs we met Elise, the lady who she’d mentioned and who had brought the basket into the bedroom. She was carrying another small wicker basket and, as we passed, Penny stopped her and peered into the basket. Pulling out a pair of the very same type panties she then asked the lady where she’d purchased them. I remember the lady looking at me and then at Penny with this funny look on her face. Penny had to ask her again and I thought her answer would be that they came from a store in the city. I was wrong. It was a from a local department store. I'd heard of it but had never been there. I lived across the bay from where we and the store were located. I know my grandmother had shopped there as I'd seen boxes with name on it at her house. I was happy because at least I had a name to work with. We then continued on down to the party where I caught up with David.
He’d been drinking with some guys who knew some of his friends. I mingled around for a while and then decided that I wanted to head for home. I went to find the girls to say good by and found Penny first. It was obvious that she’d been imbibing as she was less than steady on her feet and she was much louder than usual. I walked up to her and before I knew it she had her arms around me and started kissing me. There were people around and I was embarrassed. I really didn’t know what to do. When she let me go she started telling everyone that I was the one that taught her how to race. That wasn’t true at all but in her condition, that’s what came out. I managed to "escape" and went looking for Pam but again ran into Penny. She pulled me over to one of the cement garden benches and pointed for me to sit down. I didn’t want to but I did anyway. She promptly sat in my lap and turned to kiss me. It was now very obvious that she was drunk and I really wanted to get away from her. I also didn’t want to hurt her or her feelings so I just sat there. I didn’t respond to her advances although it would have been easy to have taken advantage of her. I finally made the effort to stand up and when I did she slipped off my lap and into a heap on the ground. There wasn’t much light but it was easy to make out her panties. I did take advantage of that though. However, she caught me looking and, I guess in a snit, pulled the hem on the dress up and over her face. In that position I had almost a full view of her panties from waistband on down. I didn’t want to leave her that way so bent down and picked her up. She didn’t resist and I carried her in through the kitchen. Elise, the lady who looked after the girls was there and offered to take her from me. At that point I really did want to leave even if it meant not saying good bye to Pam. I found David and then my car and we headed for home.
Dave slept (or was passed out) most of the way. As I drove past the town where the twins caretaker lady said she’d purchased their panties I started thinking about how and when I could get back there to check them out. But I couldn’t come up with anything. The next day was Sunday and not only was the store going to be closed (this was the 50’s) but I was working in the morning and racing my sailboat in the afternoon. The day following was Labor Day, a holiday with just about everything closed. I was leaving for Ohio to race in the National sailing championships on the day after that. From there I was going straight back to college. Even though I was happy to now know where to look for the panties I was disappointed that I couldn’t get to go check them out.
To be continued...
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
AUGUST...The backside of Summer... (Part 26g)
I was up in time to give her a hug and a peck on the cheek before she and her mother left. I still had to limit my physical actions when her mother was around. As they pulled out of the drive I was told by her mother that it wouldn’t be worth my while to come in and visit and Elle would be “in recovery”. I had told Elle that I would and when she heard her mother’s words I could see the disappointment on her face. I did get her mother to promise to call my mother to let her know how it went.
Because of the motor problems with the racecar we hadn’t raced it in a while. That Wednesday night was the last Wednesday show for the Summer and there was a special show because of it. We decided to try one more time. Before we left for the track my mother called to say Elle was OK and would be home the next afternoon. Even though I knew she’d be in a period of recovery I couldn’t wait to see her.
The results at the races were more of the same old stuff... motor problems. It was frustrating to say the least. The guys who worked on the motor were at their wits end. Back at the station we decided to call it a year even though there were still more scheduled races. That meant I would be free Saturday night. I’d received a formal invitation to Pam and Penny’s (the sailing twins) party but originally wasn’t going to attend. Elle was also invited as well as David, the fellow who had loaned the girls the part they needed at the last big regatta. With the decision not to race I began to give the invitation some serious thought. Even though I was dating Elle, it was flattering to be pursued by two other girls.
Elle arrived home not feeling well at all. She’d had a reaction to the anesthesia and was still lethargic on Friday. She was also required to have a catheter which was very uncomfortable. So, when Saturday arrived she told me she wasn’t going to the party. I’m not sure what my reaction was. In hindsight I would probably say I was relieved as Elle had indicated some jealousy towards the girls before she met them and their parents. In any case it was just David and me that headed for the party.
I knew that the family was rich from just observing the parents and seeing some of their things. However, I had no idea just how rich they were. We had the address and some limited directions to follow and, as we went down the road to their house I thought there was some mistake. On both sides of the road were these very large estates. (Remember, this was in the late 50’s) We arrived at the street number and there were these two large brick columns with an iron gate attached to each. At the end of the drive was this large house with colonnades in front. We were guided as to where to park and I remember feeling I was way out of place. The party was out in back of the house and in a formal garden. I could see a pool and pool house as well as a tennis court. I was able to recognize some of the people who were there as being part of the sailing community. As I remember it there were probably two to one young people as opposed to adults. I think it was Penny who saw us first and she came running up and gave me (not David) a big hug. I didn’t know how to react. Pam followed a minute or so later. They were wearing the same summer dress but one had a yellow ribbon as a belt and the other a pale green one. They had matching bows around their pony tails as well. We had to go through the obligatory welcoming and met the parents once again. (As an aside: The father was the President of General Tire, a major tire maker at the time)
The girls led us around to the food and drink (and there was plenty of that) and then we intermingled with some of the people who’s faces we recognized. Somewhere along the line I lost track of David and soon after I did I was “attacked” by (I think) Pam. She asked if I wanted to see the inside of the house. I said I did and she took me in through the kitchen. It was huge and there were quite a few people in there making up food trays for the party. I’d been in the kitchen of a few restaurants and this kitchen was equally as large. I got to see all the rooms that were downstairs and remember thinking that this was only a Summer home to them. I was amazed. Even in my wildest dreams I don’t think I would have believed that I got to go upstairs. The master bedroom was almost as big as the living room in my house and I knew that ours was much larger than most. There was a bathroom in there just for her parents as well as a closet that was bigger than the room my brother and I shared. I’d never seen anything like that before. As we walked down the hall we went past four large bedrooms, two on each side, with a full bathroom between each. There were doors from each bedroom going into the bathrooms so you didn’t have to go out in the hallway. I was very impressed. At the other end of the hall was the bedroom the twins shared. Pam told me that when the house was being designed they were asked if they each wanted their own room and they said no to the idea. They wanted to be together.
As I walked in I saw two canopy beds, one on each side of the room. Each side was a mirror of the other. They each had their own full set of furniture including a soft, comfortable chair. Each had their own closet. They weren’t anywhere near as big as the closet the parents had but they were still impressive. While Pam was in the process of showing me her side of the room this lady, in a uniform, knocked at the door (which was open). She was holding a small wicker basket under her arm. Pam told her to come in and told her to put the basket on the end of her bed. After she left Pam went looking for an entry in her diary that she wanted me to see. It was for when she saw me for the first time. When she told me this I remember getting all flushed. She was having a hard time finding it so she retreated to her bed and sat as she flipped the pages. I followed and sat next to her. As I sat down I glanced into the basket and, right on top and not folded, were cotton panties. They had the same unique waistband that I seen both the girls wearing. Oh how I wanted to just reach over and pick a pair up. Actually, I wanted ask where they were purchased. But I knew that neither was a possibility. Pam finally found the date and the entry she was looking for. All I can say I was embarrassed as I read it. Pam was holding the book and leaning towards me so I could see it. All of a sudden we heard a very loud “Ah Ha!”. It scared both of us. When I turned towards the door I somehow managed to knock the basket onto the floor. It wasn’t intentional. (Really!) The sounds had come from Penny who’d been looking for Pam. Both Pam and I stood up and looked at Penny. We probably looked guilty of something even though we’d done nothing wrong. She said her parents wanted to see her right away. Pam left immediately with Penny standing in to doorway and me standing by the side of the bed with a pile of clean underwear around my feet. It would have made for an interesting picture.
To be continued...
I was up in time to give her a hug and a peck on the cheek before she and her mother left. I still had to limit my physical actions when her mother was around. As they pulled out of the drive I was told by her mother that it wouldn’t be worth my while to come in and visit and Elle would be “in recovery”. I had told Elle that I would and when she heard her mother’s words I could see the disappointment on her face. I did get her mother to promise to call my mother to let her know how it went.
Because of the motor problems with the racecar we hadn’t raced it in a while. That Wednesday night was the last Wednesday show for the Summer and there was a special show because of it. We decided to try one more time. Before we left for the track my mother called to say Elle was OK and would be home the next afternoon. Even though I knew she’d be in a period of recovery I couldn’t wait to see her.
The results at the races were more of the same old stuff... motor problems. It was frustrating to say the least. The guys who worked on the motor were at their wits end. Back at the station we decided to call it a year even though there were still more scheduled races. That meant I would be free Saturday night. I’d received a formal invitation to Pam and Penny’s (the sailing twins) party but originally wasn’t going to attend. Elle was also invited as well as David, the fellow who had loaned the girls the part they needed at the last big regatta. With the decision not to race I began to give the invitation some serious thought. Even though I was dating Elle, it was flattering to be pursued by two other girls.
Elle arrived home not feeling well at all. She’d had a reaction to the anesthesia and was still lethargic on Friday. She was also required to have a catheter which was very uncomfortable. So, when Saturday arrived she told me she wasn’t going to the party. I’m not sure what my reaction was. In hindsight I would probably say I was relieved as Elle had indicated some jealousy towards the girls before she met them and their parents. In any case it was just David and me that headed for the party.
I knew that the family was rich from just observing the parents and seeing some of their things. However, I had no idea just how rich they were. We had the address and some limited directions to follow and, as we went down the road to their house I thought there was some mistake. On both sides of the road were these very large estates. (Remember, this was in the late 50’s) We arrived at the street number and there were these two large brick columns with an iron gate attached to each. At the end of the drive was this large house with colonnades in front. We were guided as to where to park and I remember feeling I was way out of place. The party was out in back of the house and in a formal garden. I could see a pool and pool house as well as a tennis court. I was able to recognize some of the people who were there as being part of the sailing community. As I remember it there were probably two to one young people as opposed to adults. I think it was Penny who saw us first and she came running up and gave me (not David) a big hug. I didn’t know how to react. Pam followed a minute or so later. They were wearing the same summer dress but one had a yellow ribbon as a belt and the other a pale green one. They had matching bows around their pony tails as well. We had to go through the obligatory welcoming and met the parents once again. (As an aside: The father was the President of General Tire, a major tire maker at the time)
The girls led us around to the food and drink (and there was plenty of that) and then we intermingled with some of the people who’s faces we recognized. Somewhere along the line I lost track of David and soon after I did I was “attacked” by (I think) Pam. She asked if I wanted to see the inside of the house. I said I did and she took me in through the kitchen. It was huge and there were quite a few people in there making up food trays for the party. I’d been in the kitchen of a few restaurants and this kitchen was equally as large. I got to see all the rooms that were downstairs and remember thinking that this was only a Summer home to them. I was amazed. Even in my wildest dreams I don’t think I would have believed that I got to go upstairs. The master bedroom was almost as big as the living room in my house and I knew that ours was much larger than most. There was a bathroom in there just for her parents as well as a closet that was bigger than the room my brother and I shared. I’d never seen anything like that before. As we walked down the hall we went past four large bedrooms, two on each side, with a full bathroom between each. There were doors from each bedroom going into the bathrooms so you didn’t have to go out in the hallway. I was very impressed. At the other end of the hall was the bedroom the twins shared. Pam told me that when the house was being designed they were asked if they each wanted their own room and they said no to the idea. They wanted to be together.
As I walked in I saw two canopy beds, one on each side of the room. Each side was a mirror of the other. They each had their own full set of furniture including a soft, comfortable chair. Each had their own closet. They weren’t anywhere near as big as the closet the parents had but they were still impressive. While Pam was in the process of showing me her side of the room this lady, in a uniform, knocked at the door (which was open). She was holding a small wicker basket under her arm. Pam told her to come in and told her to put the basket on the end of her bed. After she left Pam went looking for an entry in her diary that she wanted me to see. It was for when she saw me for the first time. When she told me this I remember getting all flushed. She was having a hard time finding it so she retreated to her bed and sat as she flipped the pages. I followed and sat next to her. As I sat down I glanced into the basket and, right on top and not folded, were cotton panties. They had the same unique waistband that I seen both the girls wearing. Oh how I wanted to just reach over and pick a pair up. Actually, I wanted ask where they were purchased. But I knew that neither was a possibility. Pam finally found the date and the entry she was looking for. All I can say I was embarrassed as I read it. Pam was holding the book and leaning towards me so I could see it. All of a sudden we heard a very loud “Ah Ha!”. It scared both of us. When I turned towards the door I somehow managed to knock the basket onto the floor. It wasn’t intentional. (Really!) The sounds had come from Penny who’d been looking for Pam. Both Pam and I stood up and looked at Penny. We probably looked guilty of something even though we’d done nothing wrong. She said her parents wanted to see her right away. Pam left immediately with Penny standing in to doorway and me standing by the side of the bed with a pile of clean underwear around my feet. It would have made for an interesting picture.
To be continued...
Thursday, October 11, 2007
AUGUST...The backside of Summer... (Part 26f)
By the time were got there the wind had picked up substantially and was blowing directly on shore. That meant waves which meant there was no way to get ashore without getting wet. We dropped anchor and then the sails. I remember the tide was out so I anchored as close to shore as possible so that when it was time to go home it wouldn’t be that hard to get back to the boat. I’d selected a spot where the beach appeared to be uninhabited. After struggling ashore with our things we walked up the beach to find a sheltered spot to get out of the wind. Elle had jumped overboard in water up to her waist. She was still in just her panties and hadn’t said anything about it. That made me happy, for sure. I would’ve been happier if the panties had been nylon as they would’ve gone transparent. But I was happy to have what I had. We were able to get our beach towels ashore without getting wet and spread them out on the sand. I don’t know what time it was but we were both hungry. I remember sitting across from her with her sitting in the yoga style. I also remember my fully engorged penis lying along my inner thigh and me trying to keep it from sticking out from the leg opening of my shorts. I honestly had a hard time swallowing my food as I just stared at her crotch.
When we finished I had her come over to me and to lie on top of me. Her panties were still damp and I remember pressing them into her butt cheeks. The next step was to roll her off so we were lying side to side. I remember her asking where “he” was. Whenever we’d been in that position “he” was always between her legs. I could only take it to mean that she wanted “him” there. I’m not sure just how I managed it but I did get rearranged and got to the desired position. It took a little “doing” but I eventually convinced her to undo her bra. With some clumsy maneuvering I was able to get one hand up to one of her nipples. It didn’t take long for her to start to “warm up”. With one hand on a breast and the other rubbing her panties she was getting “really warm”. When I went inside the panties it took her over the top. The problem was... we were in broad daylight and in an area that neither of us was familiar with. When that registered with her, the whole situation came to an end. It was fun while it lasted though.
I, hoping to allay her fears about anyone being around, suggested that we go for a walk. With only her panties covering her bottom, she was reluctant. I convinced her that if we walked along the water’s edge we could just run in and squat if we saw anyone. She agreed and we headed off. We walked for about 15 minutes without seeing any signs of life. On our way back I was hoping that would be enough for her to let me go back to where we’d been just a little earlier. She’d stop from time to time to pick up a shell or two and on this one time I caught her peeing. I told her I was disappointed that she didn’t tell me but she pleaded innocence saying that it had just started on it’s own. I did get my hand between her legs for the last little bit. I was surprised at just how warm it was.
Once back at our picnic spot I was starting to get concerned about the wind. It was still coming out of the North and seemed to be picking up. If the wind didn’t switch to the South it was going to be a long and hard trip back. The wind was coming from the exact direction we need to go to get home and sailboats can only sail at a partial angle to the wind’s direction. As much as I wanted to get back to where Elle and I had been right after lunch I quickly became more concerned with getting us home. Without explaining the situation in detail to Elle we began picking up and loading our things back into the boat. The water was now up to Elle’s shoulders and the waves were bouncing us around. I took advantage of it and grabbed her and gave her a big hug and kiss. From that point on it was work.
There was no need to abuse the boat and ourselves, especially Elle, so I sailed in a 45 degree angle to the wind. It meant we had further to go but it would be a lot easier. Poor Elle took the brunt of every wave that splashed up. By the time we finally reached our side of the bay we were still a long way from the sailing club. It was a lot easier sailing close to the shore on this side of the bay because the waves weren't a big. However, Elle was so cold she was shaking. I knew we could put into the creek where Wendy (from earlier blogs) lived so we headed there. Once at the dock Elle ran up to the house. I secured the boat and then followed on up to the house. Wendy’s mother was the only one home and had taken Elle to get a warm shower. I waited at the door for a while until she appeared. When she did I called my father to come pick us up. I declined taking a shower and getting dry clothes as I knew Wendys’ father’s clothes were way too big for me. When Elle appeared she had on a cute playsuit. It turned out to belong to Susan, the oldest daughter. I was surprised as she was the biggest of the three girls and thought Elle might be given some of Wendy’s clothes since they were about the same size. I have to admit though, that one of my first thoughts was just what kind of panties she might have on.
By the time we got home we were both late for supper and I barely had time to shower, change clothes and get to work. When I got home I found that Elle had gone to bed. Not the perfect ending to the day.
Even though I had time off the next afternoon I didn’t spend it with Elle. She had invited a few of her college friends to spend the day and other than stopping by to say “Hi” I had to wait until I was off work to be alone with her. Even though I cheated and closed a bit early, my time alone with her was limited as her mother told her she had to be in bed early. The hospital where the operation was to take place was two hours away so they had to leave around 6am. I remember telling her that whatever discomfort she might be in from the operation it would be worth it. I also remember thinking selfishly that I hoped it wouldn’t end my “pee fun” with her.
To be continued...
By the time were got there the wind had picked up substantially and was blowing directly on shore. That meant waves which meant there was no way to get ashore without getting wet. We dropped anchor and then the sails. I remember the tide was out so I anchored as close to shore as possible so that when it was time to go home it wouldn’t be that hard to get back to the boat. I’d selected a spot where the beach appeared to be uninhabited. After struggling ashore with our things we walked up the beach to find a sheltered spot to get out of the wind. Elle had jumped overboard in water up to her waist. She was still in just her panties and hadn’t said anything about it. That made me happy, for sure. I would’ve been happier if the panties had been nylon as they would’ve gone transparent. But I was happy to have what I had. We were able to get our beach towels ashore without getting wet and spread them out on the sand. I don’t know what time it was but we were both hungry. I remember sitting across from her with her sitting in the yoga style. I also remember my fully engorged penis lying along my inner thigh and me trying to keep it from sticking out from the leg opening of my shorts. I honestly had a hard time swallowing my food as I just stared at her crotch.
When we finished I had her come over to me and to lie on top of me. Her panties were still damp and I remember pressing them into her butt cheeks. The next step was to roll her off so we were lying side to side. I remember her asking where “he” was. Whenever we’d been in that position “he” was always between her legs. I could only take it to mean that she wanted “him” there. I’m not sure just how I managed it but I did get rearranged and got to the desired position. It took a little “doing” but I eventually convinced her to undo her bra. With some clumsy maneuvering I was able to get one hand up to one of her nipples. It didn’t take long for her to start to “warm up”. With one hand on a breast and the other rubbing her panties she was getting “really warm”. When I went inside the panties it took her over the top. The problem was... we were in broad daylight and in an area that neither of us was familiar with. When that registered with her, the whole situation came to an end. It was fun while it lasted though.
I, hoping to allay her fears about anyone being around, suggested that we go for a walk. With only her panties covering her bottom, she was reluctant. I convinced her that if we walked along the water’s edge we could just run in and squat if we saw anyone. She agreed and we headed off. We walked for about 15 minutes without seeing any signs of life. On our way back I was hoping that would be enough for her to let me go back to where we’d been just a little earlier. She’d stop from time to time to pick up a shell or two and on this one time I caught her peeing. I told her I was disappointed that she didn’t tell me but she pleaded innocence saying that it had just started on it’s own. I did get my hand between her legs for the last little bit. I was surprised at just how warm it was.
Once back at our picnic spot I was starting to get concerned about the wind. It was still coming out of the North and seemed to be picking up. If the wind didn’t switch to the South it was going to be a long and hard trip back. The wind was coming from the exact direction we need to go to get home and sailboats can only sail at a partial angle to the wind’s direction. As much as I wanted to get back to where Elle and I had been right after lunch I quickly became more concerned with getting us home. Without explaining the situation in detail to Elle we began picking up and loading our things back into the boat. The water was now up to Elle’s shoulders and the waves were bouncing us around. I took advantage of it and grabbed her and gave her a big hug and kiss. From that point on it was work.
There was no need to abuse the boat and ourselves, especially Elle, so I sailed in a 45 degree angle to the wind. It meant we had further to go but it would be a lot easier. Poor Elle took the brunt of every wave that splashed up. By the time we finally reached our side of the bay we were still a long way from the sailing club. It was a lot easier sailing close to the shore on this side of the bay because the waves weren't a big. However, Elle was so cold she was shaking. I knew we could put into the creek where Wendy (from earlier blogs) lived so we headed there. Once at the dock Elle ran up to the house. I secured the boat and then followed on up to the house. Wendy’s mother was the only one home and had taken Elle to get a warm shower. I waited at the door for a while until she appeared. When she did I called my father to come pick us up. I declined taking a shower and getting dry clothes as I knew Wendys’ father’s clothes were way too big for me. When Elle appeared she had on a cute playsuit. It turned out to belong to Susan, the oldest daughter. I was surprised as she was the biggest of the three girls and thought Elle might be given some of Wendy’s clothes since they were about the same size. I have to admit though, that one of my first thoughts was just what kind of panties she might have on.
By the time we got home we were both late for supper and I barely had time to shower, change clothes and get to work. When I got home I found that Elle had gone to bed. Not the perfect ending to the day.
Even though I had time off the next afternoon I didn’t spend it with Elle. She had invited a few of her college friends to spend the day and other than stopping by to say “Hi” I had to wait until I was off work to be alone with her. Even though I cheated and closed a bit early, my time alone with her was limited as her mother told her she had to be in bed early. The hospital where the operation was to take place was two hours away so they had to leave around 6am. I remember telling her that whatever discomfort she might be in from the operation it would be worth it. I also remember thinking selfishly that I hoped it wouldn’t end my “pee fun” with her.
To be continued...
Sunday, October 07, 2007
AUGUST... The backside of Summer... (Part 26e)
Elle and her mother had decided that she would have her “procedure“ the last week in August. The doctors had told them that she’d need a week for recovery and she was due to head back to college the day after Labor Day. The actual date would be determined by the availability of the operating room at the hospital. With that in mind Elle decided to stop work after the last Sunday in August.
My time with Elle had been severely restricted during most of August what with her working as many hours as possible to make up for the lost time for her upcoming operation. Even though I had most afternoons off, she didn’t. As I explained earlier, getting off work at 11pm left me with no choice but to see her at her house for less than an hour each night. We’d gotten ”adventurous“ one night and almost got caught by her mother. That ended that. One thing that helped me mentally was the fact that she had her period for a week during that time.
Elle finished up work when the store closed at 6pm that last Sunday and I, just coming home from the local sailing races, picked her up. What should’ve been a night to spend alone with her was punctuated by the annual combined birthday party for our Fathers. By the time we were ”excused“ it was around 9pm. When we got up to leave we were asked where we were going. We didn’t have an answer so it was ”suggested” by both our mothers that we stay around. I’d anticipated the time alone for days and to say I was upset is to put it mildly. Unfortunately, my immaturity pretty much killed whatever it was that we were going to do. One thing that Elle and I talked about though was the fact that we’d not been on a sailing picnic the whole Summer. I hadn’t really thought about it but later, up in my room, I did and remembered the really good times we’d had.
The next morning, a Monday, Elle, who was no longer working called me at the gas station. Her operation had been scheduled for Wednesday and she called to ask if it were possible to try for a sailing picnic. I knew it was since I had afternoons off but what I really needed was to get off a little earlier than usual (1pm). I immediately asked Cliff, my boss, if I could leave early. The car wash business was really slow that day and recognizing that one person (Tony) could handle it told me I could take off as soon as Tony arrived. He reminded me to be back by 7pm though. I called Elle back and told her I was on my way. By the time I got to her house she’d already made up the lunches and had a thermos of home made lemonade ready to go. I remember she was wearing shorts and a blouse and when she said she was going to change to her bathing suit I asked her not to. I’m pretty sure she asked why but agreed to go as she was. We had to go back to my garage to get the sails and other necessary gear before we could leave. The only concern I had was in who I could get to help us get the boat down the beach and then into the water.
Luck was with me as Tom, the newest member of the sailing club was there working on his boat. He’d taken the week off and planned to teach his wife Jane, who was with him, the nuances of sailboat racing. After talking with him we worked it out that we’d help each other. I did have some concern that he’d want to sail along with us but, after getting both boats into the water, he still had more work to do on his boat. I got the sails up as quickly as possible and we took off.
The wind was out of the North. Knowing that the prevailing wind in the afternoon came out of the south, it made sense to head across the bay so that we’d have an easy trip both going and coming. With the wind behind you it’s pretty much brainless sailing. We both sat in the cockpit with Ele facing me. That was good because as she moved about I could get panty peeks up her leg openings. I was somewhat disappointed in that she was wearing the heavy cotton Carters Spanky Pants and not nylon ones. In any case, we’d been sailing for a while when she jumped up to sit on the deck. I asked what was wrong and she admitted that she’d leaked and was going to pee. Out of somewhere I told her to take her shorts off so she wouldn’t pee in them. She hesitated, looked all around, and, seeing no boats around, stood up and let the shorts fall into the cockpit. Then she sat back down and ooched her bottom out towards the outside of the boat. I remember telling her not to go too far so she wouldn’t fall over if a puff of wind hit us. (That wasn’t going to happen and I knew it) I moved forward and looked right at her crotch as she began peeing. It’s something that’s totally burned into my memory. I watched her pee build up in the triangle between her legs. It was like watching a bowl getting filled. I was also wearing shorts and my penis was trapped as it continued to grow. She stopped before it ran over the coaming and into the cockpit but I was transfixed as I watched the pool of yellow slowly disappear. She was watching me and my face the whole time. When she’d finished she made some sort of comment about me getting “excited” whenever she wet her panties.
I honestly don’t remember us ever having a talk on this particular subject before. I, of course, knew it was true and I guess I sort of thought that she understood. But it was obvious that she’d not put much, if any, thought into it. The conversation for the rest of the way was totally on that subject. It was embarrassing for me but I realized that I couldn’t hide from it any longer. I, without going into any of the detail I’ve given in this whole blog, told her about my fascination with girls wetting themselves. She had some questions for me but the sum and substance of it for her was to be reassured that my interest in her wasn’t driven by her wetting problem. I don’t remember having to plead with her to believe me that I was in love with her and not her peeing. I did have to admit that it was a very sexual thing for me though. I know we didn’t get much further than that before we arrived at the other side of the bay and I had to decide where to go ashore.
To be continued...
Elle and her mother had decided that she would have her “procedure“ the last week in August. The doctors had told them that she’d need a week for recovery and she was due to head back to college the day after Labor Day. The actual date would be determined by the availability of the operating room at the hospital. With that in mind Elle decided to stop work after the last Sunday in August.
My time with Elle had been severely restricted during most of August what with her working as many hours as possible to make up for the lost time for her upcoming operation. Even though I had most afternoons off, she didn’t. As I explained earlier, getting off work at 11pm left me with no choice but to see her at her house for less than an hour each night. We’d gotten ”adventurous“ one night and almost got caught by her mother. That ended that. One thing that helped me mentally was the fact that she had her period for a week during that time.
Elle finished up work when the store closed at 6pm that last Sunday and I, just coming home from the local sailing races, picked her up. What should’ve been a night to spend alone with her was punctuated by the annual combined birthday party for our Fathers. By the time we were ”excused“ it was around 9pm. When we got up to leave we were asked where we were going. We didn’t have an answer so it was ”suggested” by both our mothers that we stay around. I’d anticipated the time alone for days and to say I was upset is to put it mildly. Unfortunately, my immaturity pretty much killed whatever it was that we were going to do. One thing that Elle and I talked about though was the fact that we’d not been on a sailing picnic the whole Summer. I hadn’t really thought about it but later, up in my room, I did and remembered the really good times we’d had.
The next morning, a Monday, Elle, who was no longer working called me at the gas station. Her operation had been scheduled for Wednesday and she called to ask if it were possible to try for a sailing picnic. I knew it was since I had afternoons off but what I really needed was to get off a little earlier than usual (1pm). I immediately asked Cliff, my boss, if I could leave early. The car wash business was really slow that day and recognizing that one person (Tony) could handle it told me I could take off as soon as Tony arrived. He reminded me to be back by 7pm though. I called Elle back and told her I was on my way. By the time I got to her house she’d already made up the lunches and had a thermos of home made lemonade ready to go. I remember she was wearing shorts and a blouse and when she said she was going to change to her bathing suit I asked her not to. I’m pretty sure she asked why but agreed to go as she was. We had to go back to my garage to get the sails and other necessary gear before we could leave. The only concern I had was in who I could get to help us get the boat down the beach and then into the water.
Luck was with me as Tom, the newest member of the sailing club was there working on his boat. He’d taken the week off and planned to teach his wife Jane, who was with him, the nuances of sailboat racing. After talking with him we worked it out that we’d help each other. I did have some concern that he’d want to sail along with us but, after getting both boats into the water, he still had more work to do on his boat. I got the sails up as quickly as possible and we took off.
The wind was out of the North. Knowing that the prevailing wind in the afternoon came out of the south, it made sense to head across the bay so that we’d have an easy trip both going and coming. With the wind behind you it’s pretty much brainless sailing. We both sat in the cockpit with Ele facing me. That was good because as she moved about I could get panty peeks up her leg openings. I was somewhat disappointed in that she was wearing the heavy cotton Carters Spanky Pants and not nylon ones. In any case, we’d been sailing for a while when she jumped up to sit on the deck. I asked what was wrong and she admitted that she’d leaked and was going to pee. Out of somewhere I told her to take her shorts off so she wouldn’t pee in them. She hesitated, looked all around, and, seeing no boats around, stood up and let the shorts fall into the cockpit. Then she sat back down and ooched her bottom out towards the outside of the boat. I remember telling her not to go too far so she wouldn’t fall over if a puff of wind hit us. (That wasn’t going to happen and I knew it) I moved forward and looked right at her crotch as she began peeing. It’s something that’s totally burned into my memory. I watched her pee build up in the triangle between her legs. It was like watching a bowl getting filled. I was also wearing shorts and my penis was trapped as it continued to grow. She stopped before it ran over the coaming and into the cockpit but I was transfixed as I watched the pool of yellow slowly disappear. She was watching me and my face the whole time. When she’d finished she made some sort of comment about me getting “excited” whenever she wet her panties.
I honestly don’t remember us ever having a talk on this particular subject before. I, of course, knew it was true and I guess I sort of thought that she understood. But it was obvious that she’d not put much, if any, thought into it. The conversation for the rest of the way was totally on that subject. It was embarrassing for me but I realized that I couldn’t hide from it any longer. I, without going into any of the detail I’ve given in this whole blog, told her about my fascination with girls wetting themselves. She had some questions for me but the sum and substance of it for her was to be reassured that my interest in her wasn’t driven by her wetting problem. I don’t remember having to plead with her to believe me that I was in love with her and not her peeing. I did have to admit that it was a very sexual thing for me though. I know we didn’t get much further than that before we arrived at the other side of the bay and I had to decide where to go ashore.
To be continued...
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