DECEMBER... Home for the Holidays (Part 29h)
My parents were hosting a Christmas eve party for people from our church and my mother had made a special request that I attend. In thinking about it later I’m sure she was using her ”intervention“ from the day before as leverage. In any case I said I’d be there. To somewhat ease the ”pain“ she did suggest that I invite Elle. As far as I knew there wasn’t going to be anyone our age there and initially thought that she would be bored. I knew I would be. Since there was going to be food for the guests my mother decided that I could wait so I didn’t have supper, per se. While taking a shower I decided that maybe I would invite Elle and as soon as I was dressed ran over to her house.
They had just finished dinner and there was one piece of pie on the kitchen table. I guess the look in my eyes told Elle’s mother that I was hungry because she handed me a fork and the pie plate. Elle was upstairs for some reason and didn’t know I was there. When she walked in she was surprised. I remember that she was wearing jeans. When we were alone I asked if she wanted to come over and help me at my parents party. At first she wasn’t sure but after I took a chance that her mother wasn’t close by and gave her a big kiss and hug she relented. She asked what she should wear and I remember saying ”nylon“ and I also remember her giving me one of her sly smiles back.
As I expected, the party was brutally boring for both of us. We didn’t get to talk much as it seemed like I was always getting more food or getting someone a drink. When it came time to to get ready to go to church Elle surprised me by asking if she could go with me. The reason for the surprise is that other than being baptized, Elle had never attended church. Her mother was raised Catholic but somewhere in her past she had a falling out with religion. Of course I said yes and was happy that she wanted to go.
My father was an official in our little church so we had to be there a bit early. Christmas eve was always the most attended service of the year so being there early was a good thing. I knew that after the sermon that I’d be asked to take an offering plate and pass it from pew to pew so I took the seat on the center aisle. The whole service usually took just over an hour and the offering was one of the last things to take place. When I was walking back to my seat I noticed that Elle wasn’t there. I immediately knew why.
Our church was the oldest in our town. It had been built in the early 1800’s. In the early 1900’s it was felt that they needed more space so they raised the church up and then hand dug the ground out under it to make a meeting room. They had no water in the building and when someone needed the ”facilities“, they had to make do with an outhouse. Sometime in the late 20’s, they ”modernized“ by adding water and plumbing. The problem they found was that since they were located so close to a creek that when they went to build the cesspool for the wastewater it wouldn’t ”perk“ (drain). So, use of the toilet was severely limited and, when the church was filled, like on that Christmas eve, the toilet would back up. When Elle went downstairs to use it she found it overflowing and unusable. Because she’d come over to my house not expecting to be in a position where she wouldn’t have the availability of a toilet she wasn’t wearing a ”package“ and had on just a pair of nylon panties (at my request). Upon finding that she couldn’t use the toilet she panicked, making her need even worse. When she felt herself leaking she ran up the back stairs and outside where she pulled up the hem of her skirt and squatted right by the door. When she hadn’t returned to her seat by the end of the service I quickly ran downstairs to find her waiting at the bottom of the stairs. I could tell by the look on her face what had happened but she wasn’t able to tell me the details until we were on our way home. I had the feeling that she wouldn’t be receptive for a ”visit“ so just kept my mouth shut and hands to myself.
I still had her Christmas present in the back seat of my car when we pulled into my driveway. I had planned on waiting until Christmas morning to give it to her but seeing that she was ”down”, reached over the seat and gave it to her. She wasn’t expecting it and it did the trick in turning her mood around. Our driveway had a streetlight that had always annoyed me. I resented the intrusion of the light because it prevented me from making out with Elle. But, on this night, I was glad it was there because Elle could actually see what I’d given her. As soon as she opened the box I knew I’d hit a “home run”. After she took the slacks out of the box and held them up to the light, she turned to me and gave me a big kiss and a rather arkward hug. I slid over and reciprocated and my left hand just happened to find her damp crotch. We stayed that way until I saw headlights coming down the road. We slid apart and waited until the car pulled into the driveway. It was my parents and brother. After we all got out and wished each other a Merry Christmas I walked Elle home. We were both cold so it didn’t take long for our good night kiss. As Elle went inside she promised to wear her present the next day. That made me happy.
On Christmas morning, after my family and I opened our presents I ran over to Elle’s to see what she’d gotten. True to her word she was wearing the trousers. I was smiling to myself as I’d been unsure what size to buy and I could see they fit perfectly. I say “perfectly” as they were tight enough to show a VPL (visable panty line). I especially enjoyed the “view” as she had to continually bend over to reach under the tree to pull out her presents to show me.
I couldn’t stay all that long as I had to go to my grandparents house for our traditional family Christmas dinner. When my brother and I had been younger it was a treat to go there at Christmas but now it was a chore. All I wanted to do was eat and leave so I could be with Elle. I knew I wouldn’t see much of her over the next few days as Nancy, one of her college roommates, was coming the next day to spend the night. Then she was going to Nancy’s house the next day. It would be Friday until I’d see her alone again.
By the time I was “excused“ it was dark out. I knew we wouldn’t be able to leave her house unless we had some place to go and the only logical place was my house. I didn’t want to do that with my brother around so accepted the fact that we’d have to wait until her parents went to bed. It was a long wait.
To be continued...
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Sunday, February 24, 2008
DECEMBER... Home for the Holidays (Part 30g)
Like most teens, I’d had my disagreements with my parents. But I have to say that what my mother did next absolutely blew me (and Elle) away. After going back upstairs and getting dressed she walked the two of us over to Elle’s house. Elle’s mother was busy making pies and when my mother walked in I’m sure it surprised her. What surprised all of us was that she didn’t even know that Elle wasn’t upstairs asleep.
What had happened was that Elle’s mother had misplaced her keys one day and had taken the "hidden" door key to get in and then put it in her coat pocket. She never placed it back in it’s hiding place. That information and my mother doing all the talking defused the potential for ”disaster“. So much so that the previous night’s ”situation“ wasn’t an issue. I know I was relieved as I had visualized where Elle would be ”grounded“ and I’d be forbidden to see her. As for Elle, I know she didn’t believe it...(she told me so, later that day). As my mother and I walked back to our house I knew I owed my Mother, big time.
The Postmaster had agreed to open the office up to the carriers to come in for four hours that Sunday afternoon to pre-sort the mail for the next day’s delivery. The idea was to have the mail completely delivered as early as possible on Christmas eve. I liked that idea as well as the fact that I would get paid overtime. And pay was a problem for me. When I had signed up to do this I didn’t realize that I wouldn’t see my paycheck until after I got back to school. I had no money for Christmas presents. I decided to go in early and to stop and see my Grandfather to ask if I could borrow some money. As usual, the answer was “yes“. Even though Christmas was only two days away, Sunday blue laws were still in effect so I was only going to have a short time Christmas eve to get my shopping done. But at least I had the money to do it.
We had fun at work as some of the men brought in Christmas cookies and candy. Time just flew by and most of them would’ve stayed longer but the Postmaster chased us all out. I’m sure everyone was shocked to see that it was snowing when we got outside. When we arrived there the sun had been shining. I remember ”Griz” saying that if it didn’t stop soon that the next day would be a long one in spite of the head start we’d just gotten.
Elle and I had pretty much decided to “cool it” for that night. We both felt that we’d been very lucky with how the situation the previous night had worked out. When I told my parents I was staying home I remember my mother asking if I felt OK.
When I left the house the next morning there was about 5 or 6 inches of snow. It was still dark out and I remember the car not wanting to stop when I hit the brakes. I was reminded of the last words “Griz” had spoken the night before as I walked through the snow and into the building. There was still some mail to sort in spite of the work we’d done the day before but we were out on the route around 8am. It didn’t take long to see what “Griz” had been talking about. Because we’d started so early It took a lot of effort to walk through the snow and slush as few homeowners had gone out to shovel it. I was puffing after only an hour. We were also slowed by the fact that a lot of people had gifts for “Griz” and we had to stop and chat. Originally, we had the idea that we wouldn’t stop for lunch but, by the time we reached the storage mailbox to pick up the last of our mail we were both wet and cold so we decided to eat. As we got warm by eating a bowl of soup, “Griz” projected that we’d be through by around 4pm. I felt that would still give me enough time to do my shopping. As had been the case for the last few days, “Griz” sent me on ahead to deliver to the last house. I hadn’t minded even though it was a bit of a hike because of the “reward” that I’d gotten by seeing the panties hanging on the line behind the house. With the weather as it was I certainly wasn’t expecting to see any on this day so wasn’t disappointed when I made the turn at the back of the house. When I was placing the mail into the box on the porch, the door opened. In a way it was like a Christmas present because I got to see, face to face, the lady who’s panties I’d been coveting the past few days. What I remember most about it was that the woman was fairly young (maybe early 30’s) and had a cute smile. It was certainly one to fantasize about and having a name (from the mail) made it even better.
“Griz” was “right on the money“ as far as the time it would take to finish up. Mrs. ”Griz“ was there to pick us up which saved a lot more time. It was only a few minute walk from the Post office to the downtown area where the shops were located. I pretty much knew what I wanted for Elle and my mother so started at the ladies clothing store. Elle had complained about having but one pair of wool slacks and I’d picked up on that. I’d made a preliminary trip to the store and seen a pair of camel colored ones. I’d tried to find out what size she wore but couldn’t so had to guess. I was getting a full slip for my mother (as my father had suggested) but when I was in the lingerie department I took a quick look at the panties. There were a few nylon ones with lace that caught my eye but I needed to have some money for a present for my brother. Believe me, I was tempted but knew if I didn’t have something for my brother, my mother would have had a fit. What she’d done for me (and Elle) the day before was still fresh in my mind and I certainly didn't want to do anything to upset her.
To be continued...
Like most teens, I’d had my disagreements with my parents. But I have to say that what my mother did next absolutely blew me (and Elle) away. After going back upstairs and getting dressed she walked the two of us over to Elle’s house. Elle’s mother was busy making pies and when my mother walked in I’m sure it surprised her. What surprised all of us was that she didn’t even know that Elle wasn’t upstairs asleep.
What had happened was that Elle’s mother had misplaced her keys one day and had taken the "hidden" door key to get in and then put it in her coat pocket. She never placed it back in it’s hiding place. That information and my mother doing all the talking defused the potential for ”disaster“. So much so that the previous night’s ”situation“ wasn’t an issue. I know I was relieved as I had visualized where Elle would be ”grounded“ and I’d be forbidden to see her. As for Elle, I know she didn’t believe it...(she told me so, later that day). As my mother and I walked back to our house I knew I owed my Mother, big time.
The Postmaster had agreed to open the office up to the carriers to come in for four hours that Sunday afternoon to pre-sort the mail for the next day’s delivery. The idea was to have the mail completely delivered as early as possible on Christmas eve. I liked that idea as well as the fact that I would get paid overtime. And pay was a problem for me. When I had signed up to do this I didn’t realize that I wouldn’t see my paycheck until after I got back to school. I had no money for Christmas presents. I decided to go in early and to stop and see my Grandfather to ask if I could borrow some money. As usual, the answer was “yes“. Even though Christmas was only two days away, Sunday blue laws were still in effect so I was only going to have a short time Christmas eve to get my shopping done. But at least I had the money to do it.
We had fun at work as some of the men brought in Christmas cookies and candy. Time just flew by and most of them would’ve stayed longer but the Postmaster chased us all out. I’m sure everyone was shocked to see that it was snowing when we got outside. When we arrived there the sun had been shining. I remember ”Griz” saying that if it didn’t stop soon that the next day would be a long one in spite of the head start we’d just gotten.
Elle and I had pretty much decided to “cool it” for that night. We both felt that we’d been very lucky with how the situation the previous night had worked out. When I told my parents I was staying home I remember my mother asking if I felt OK.
When I left the house the next morning there was about 5 or 6 inches of snow. It was still dark out and I remember the car not wanting to stop when I hit the brakes. I was reminded of the last words “Griz” had spoken the night before as I walked through the snow and into the building. There was still some mail to sort in spite of the work we’d done the day before but we were out on the route around 8am. It didn’t take long to see what “Griz” had been talking about. Because we’d started so early It took a lot of effort to walk through the snow and slush as few homeowners had gone out to shovel it. I was puffing after only an hour. We were also slowed by the fact that a lot of people had gifts for “Griz” and we had to stop and chat. Originally, we had the idea that we wouldn’t stop for lunch but, by the time we reached the storage mailbox to pick up the last of our mail we were both wet and cold so we decided to eat. As we got warm by eating a bowl of soup, “Griz” projected that we’d be through by around 4pm. I felt that would still give me enough time to do my shopping. As had been the case for the last few days, “Griz” sent me on ahead to deliver to the last house. I hadn’t minded even though it was a bit of a hike because of the “reward” that I’d gotten by seeing the panties hanging on the line behind the house. With the weather as it was I certainly wasn’t expecting to see any on this day so wasn’t disappointed when I made the turn at the back of the house. When I was placing the mail into the box on the porch, the door opened. In a way it was like a Christmas present because I got to see, face to face, the lady who’s panties I’d been coveting the past few days. What I remember most about it was that the woman was fairly young (maybe early 30’s) and had a cute smile. It was certainly one to fantasize about and having a name (from the mail) made it even better.
“Griz” was “right on the money“ as far as the time it would take to finish up. Mrs. ”Griz“ was there to pick us up which saved a lot more time. It was only a few minute walk from the Post office to the downtown area where the shops were located. I pretty much knew what I wanted for Elle and my mother so started at the ladies clothing store. Elle had complained about having but one pair of wool slacks and I’d picked up on that. I’d made a preliminary trip to the store and seen a pair of camel colored ones. I’d tried to find out what size she wore but couldn’t so had to guess. I was getting a full slip for my mother (as my father had suggested) but when I was in the lingerie department I took a quick look at the panties. There were a few nylon ones with lace that caught my eye but I needed to have some money for a present for my brother. Believe me, I was tempted but knew if I didn’t have something for my brother, my mother would have had a fit. What she’d done for me (and Elle) the day before was still fresh in my mind and I certainly didn't want to do anything to upset her.
To be continued...
Sunday, February 17, 2008
DECEMBER... Home for the Holidays (Part 30f)
Realistically, we both knew we should go home. Naturally, Elle was reluctant because of the way she’d left her house earlier. We were still within the curfew, not that it mattered due to the situation with her mother, and in my minds eye, at least she could fall back on that. Reluctantly, she agreed. We parked in my driveway as the one thing we didn’t want to do was to wake her parents. That, along with being on time for dinner, was another one of her mother’s quirks... don’t wake her (or her father) up when coming in at night. Elle carried her wet skirt and slip and I held her other hand as we walked over to the house. She really didn’t want to go in, not that her mother would be waiting or anything like that, but for the fact that she’d have to face her in the morning. I remember telling her that she just had to do it and that everything would work out. I gave her a big hug and kiss and watched as she reached for where the key was always hidden... only it wasn’t there.
At first I thought she might’ve knocked it to the ground so I started feeling around for it. The area was part of a small flower bed that lay between the driveway and the house. After a few seconds Elle joined me. It was dark with no artificial light at all. I’m guessing but I’d say that after about five minutes of futile effort I told her I’d run back and get a flashlight from my car. She was now getting cold as she still had on the damp panties and her coat only went down to just below her knees. I ran all the way but when I returned we still couldn’t find the key. I asked her if she’d seen the key since she’d been home and she said she hadn’t. She said it was always in the same hiding place.
If it had been me I would’ve knocked on the door. Already in bad with her parents and facing some kind of discipline, it seemed to me to be the only option she had. But she had another idea... and I couldn’t believe my ears when I heard it. She asked if she could stay at my house for the night.
I don’t remember my immediate thoughts at the time but after a short time I thought it was a great idea. Who wouldn’t want to brag that their girlfriend slept at their house? :-) Of course that was the fuzzy logic of a teenager in control. Once I agreed we both ran back to my house. As I unlocked the door and we stepped inside I told her to use the downstairs bathroom to get cleaned up. I knew I’d have to come up with something for her to sleep on that would hold any pee if she wet while asleep since she wouldn’t have her usual ”package“ and plastic panties. I knew my mother kept all the Summer towels in the closet under the stairs so I retrieved a couple to put under Elle when I got her upstairs and into the room where she’d sleep.
There were two empty bedrooms. One was ”reserved“ for my Grandparents when they came to visit, which wasn’t all that often. But I never gave that room a thought. The other was called the ”guest“ room. It had always made me mad that I wasn’t allowed to use it as mine, at least during the Fall, Winter and Spring, when we seldom had visitors. It was right at the head of the stairs so when we both came up I made sure that I stepped on each step at the same time as Elle did so as not to give any indication that it was more than just me coming upstairs. I didn’t turn on any lights in the room and just used the dim light from the hallway to turn down the covers and to spread the towels. I told her that if she did get up to use the toilet, NOT to flush, as the bathroom was right next to my parents room and that neither my brother or I ever got up during the night. She was going to have to sleep in just her blouse so I pulled the bedspread off the other bed to help keep her warm. I kissed her and disappeared into my room.
As I lay there in bed I began to rethink what we’d just done. Now it was going to be the two of us that were in trouble and I was going to have a lot of explaining to do. But it was too late to undo what had already been done. When I focused on the fact that Elle basically had no clothes except her blouse, panties and coat I went into a mini panic. I knew my mother would have a major fit about that. Then it came to me that what I should’ve done was to go get my mother as soon as we walked in the door. But it was too late for that as well.
I know I slept a bit but it surely wasn’t much. I was up and dressed by 7am. I sat on the top step of the stairwell waiting to hear some sounds from my parents room. By then I figured the best approach was to let my mother know as soon as she got up and just hope that she believed me. But, before she did I saw Elle’s shadow moving about. I’d left the door ajar so that if she did get up during the night that she wouldn’t make any noise opening the door. She peeked her head out and saw me sitting there. As she opened the door she gave me a hand signal indicating she didn’t know what to do. At that point I just plain didn’t know myself.
After a moment or two I decided that it would probably be best if Elle got dressed in a pair of my chinos. I figured that would reduce the chances of my mother thinking the worst. I rolled up the pants legs and passed them in to her and waited for her to come out. We went downstairs and once we got into the kitchen I gave her a big hug. She half heartedly responded and I knew that she was really worried about what was going to happen when she faced her mother. We really hadn’t a chance to discus it when my mother appeared in the doorway. To say she was surprised to see Elle was to put it mildly.
Like my Grandfather used to say, if you tell the truth you have nothing to forget. Right from my first words I told her everything that had happened after we had gotten to Elle’s house. One of the things that was in our favor was the fact that my mother knew her mother quite well and was aware of some of her ”quirks“. The other was that she had an uncanny way of knowing when I was lying or telling the truth. As I remember it she never challenged me on what I told her. I do remember her looking at Elle from time to time trying to ”read“ her expression as I talked. She never interrupted me once. But, when I was through she sort of lectured the both of us, telling us what we should have done. My ”second thoughts“ had been right... we should have gotten her up. But, we hadn’t and now Elle had to go face her mother.
To be continued...
Realistically, we both knew we should go home. Naturally, Elle was reluctant because of the way she’d left her house earlier. We were still within the curfew, not that it mattered due to the situation with her mother, and in my minds eye, at least she could fall back on that. Reluctantly, she agreed. We parked in my driveway as the one thing we didn’t want to do was to wake her parents. That, along with being on time for dinner, was another one of her mother’s quirks... don’t wake her (or her father) up when coming in at night. Elle carried her wet skirt and slip and I held her other hand as we walked over to the house. She really didn’t want to go in, not that her mother would be waiting or anything like that, but for the fact that she’d have to face her in the morning. I remember telling her that she just had to do it and that everything would work out. I gave her a big hug and kiss and watched as she reached for where the key was always hidden... only it wasn’t there.
At first I thought she might’ve knocked it to the ground so I started feeling around for it. The area was part of a small flower bed that lay between the driveway and the house. After a few seconds Elle joined me. It was dark with no artificial light at all. I’m guessing but I’d say that after about five minutes of futile effort I told her I’d run back and get a flashlight from my car. She was now getting cold as she still had on the damp panties and her coat only went down to just below her knees. I ran all the way but when I returned we still couldn’t find the key. I asked her if she’d seen the key since she’d been home and she said she hadn’t. She said it was always in the same hiding place.
If it had been me I would’ve knocked on the door. Already in bad with her parents and facing some kind of discipline, it seemed to me to be the only option she had. But she had another idea... and I couldn’t believe my ears when I heard it. She asked if she could stay at my house for the night.
I don’t remember my immediate thoughts at the time but after a short time I thought it was a great idea. Who wouldn’t want to brag that their girlfriend slept at their house? :-) Of course that was the fuzzy logic of a teenager in control. Once I agreed we both ran back to my house. As I unlocked the door and we stepped inside I told her to use the downstairs bathroom to get cleaned up. I knew I’d have to come up with something for her to sleep on that would hold any pee if she wet while asleep since she wouldn’t have her usual ”package“ and plastic panties. I knew my mother kept all the Summer towels in the closet under the stairs so I retrieved a couple to put under Elle when I got her upstairs and into the room where she’d sleep.
There were two empty bedrooms. One was ”reserved“ for my Grandparents when they came to visit, which wasn’t all that often. But I never gave that room a thought. The other was called the ”guest“ room. It had always made me mad that I wasn’t allowed to use it as mine, at least during the Fall, Winter and Spring, when we seldom had visitors. It was right at the head of the stairs so when we both came up I made sure that I stepped on each step at the same time as Elle did so as not to give any indication that it was more than just me coming upstairs. I didn’t turn on any lights in the room and just used the dim light from the hallway to turn down the covers and to spread the towels. I told her that if she did get up to use the toilet, NOT to flush, as the bathroom was right next to my parents room and that neither my brother or I ever got up during the night. She was going to have to sleep in just her blouse so I pulled the bedspread off the other bed to help keep her warm. I kissed her and disappeared into my room.
As I lay there in bed I began to rethink what we’d just done. Now it was going to be the two of us that were in trouble and I was going to have a lot of explaining to do. But it was too late to undo what had already been done. When I focused on the fact that Elle basically had no clothes except her blouse, panties and coat I went into a mini panic. I knew my mother would have a major fit about that. Then it came to me that what I should’ve done was to go get my mother as soon as we walked in the door. But it was too late for that as well.
I know I slept a bit but it surely wasn’t much. I was up and dressed by 7am. I sat on the top step of the stairwell waiting to hear some sounds from my parents room. By then I figured the best approach was to let my mother know as soon as she got up and just hope that she believed me. But, before she did I saw Elle’s shadow moving about. I’d left the door ajar so that if she did get up during the night that she wouldn’t make any noise opening the door. She peeked her head out and saw me sitting there. As she opened the door she gave me a hand signal indicating she didn’t know what to do. At that point I just plain didn’t know myself.
After a moment or two I decided that it would probably be best if Elle got dressed in a pair of my chinos. I figured that would reduce the chances of my mother thinking the worst. I rolled up the pants legs and passed them in to her and waited for her to come out. We went downstairs and once we got into the kitchen I gave her a big hug. She half heartedly responded and I knew that she was really worried about what was going to happen when she faced her mother. We really hadn’t a chance to discus it when my mother appeared in the doorway. To say she was surprised to see Elle was to put it mildly.
Like my Grandfather used to say, if you tell the truth you have nothing to forget. Right from my first words I told her everything that had happened after we had gotten to Elle’s house. One of the things that was in our favor was the fact that my mother knew her mother quite well and was aware of some of her ”quirks“. The other was that she had an uncanny way of knowing when I was lying or telling the truth. As I remember it she never challenged me on what I told her. I do remember her looking at Elle from time to time trying to ”read“ her expression as I talked. She never interrupted me once. But, when I was through she sort of lectured the both of us, telling us what we should have done. My ”second thoughts“ had been right... we should have gotten her up. But, we hadn’t and now Elle had to go face her mother.
To be continued...
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
DECEMBER... Home for the Holidays (Part 30e)
When I went over to her house after I’d eaten I found Elle waiting for me out by my car with her coat on. She and her mother had a big fight over her being late. Her mother had told her she was “grounded” but Elle just ignored her. In all the years I’d known her I was unaware of any real fight between the two of them and certainly not to the extent of defiance. She was obviously upset. We had tentatively planned to go to the movies but I knew her well enough to know she wouldn’t enjoy it. I figured the best thing was to find a place to park and then to wait for her to calm down. We’d both missed seeing the water so drove over to the sailing club parking lot. I don’t remember her saying anything while on the way. Once there I got out and she followed. The nice weather of the day had stayed around and it wasn’t all that cold out. We got down by the waters edge and she just threw her arms around me and started crying. If there was one thing I didn’t like about girls was the fact that they would cry. I had no idea of what to say or do so I just held onto her. I don’t know how long it took for her to regain control but by the time she did we were both getting cold. We were almost to the car when she stopped and spread her legs. I can remember thinking to myself “why now?” In many cases when she had an “accident” I could get some “play time” as a result but in this situation, as dense as I was as to many things concerning the female mind, I knew this wasn’t the time. I stood there, holding her hand, until she indicated she was ready to walk on to the car. I opened the door and reached under the seat for one of the towels I always kept there and let her try to dry herself up a bit. I was about to walk back to the drivers side when she grabbed me and asked me to get in on the passenger side. To say the least, I was puzzled. I got in and before I knew it she was undoing my belt and unbuttoning my pants. She made an unsuccessful try to pull them down from my waist and so I lifted my butt up and she then slid them down a ways. Then she climbed in and straddled me. I could feel the warm wetness of her panties seeping through my underpants as my “excitement” grew. She immediately started kissing me and she did I grabbed her hips and drew her as close as I could. All of this took less than a minute. I guess you could say it took my breath away. The change in her was almost instantaneous. In fact, I rarely ever saw her take the initiative and, under the circumstances, would never have expected it.
I managed to free my penis from the prison of my underpants but created a new problem. It had been almost a month since we’d been this “involved“ and the feel of the warm wet nylon was almost too much right from the beginning. I was afraid I would come before I could really enjoy it. I managed to calm her down a bit but before very long she raised herself up and then she reached under herself and pulled one of her panty leg openings aside. One of the quirky things about Elle (other than not getting naked in front of me) was that she never touched my penis. I knew by her actions that she was looking for me to take the ”invitation“... and I did. It took some doing to enter her without coming and after I did I remember holding my breath trying not to. I also remember how wonderful the feeling was to have her soft folds of inner flesh engulf me. Slowly, I was able to accept her slight rise and fall. But the duration wasn’t long enough. I knew when the end was near and I told her ”JUMP“ and tried to lift her off me. But, almost in defiance of the command, she let herself down completely on me. I won’t lie. The sensation when I came was unbelievable. I’d never had that feeling before. We stayed like that for probably ten minutes before she finally rose up off me.
She had me scoot over to behind the steering wheel and then she lay across my lap, like we usually did. Out of habit, I guess, my hand went to right between her legs. There was something new. It was sticky. My ”explosion“ was seeping out and into her panties. I made a feeble attempt to go inside but she rebuffed me. It didn’t take long for us to start to get cold so I started the car to get the heat going. Elle still wasn’t talking so she just snuggled up in my arms. I was smart enough to crack a window open to get some fresh air but once the heat kicked in it helped to put her to sleep. I have no idea how long it before I joined her. It was the flash of lights that woke me. Another car had pulled into the parking lot. It took a few seconds for me to figure out where I was and as I was sorting it all out I realized that the hand that was buried into Elle’s crotch was quite warm... and wet. She had peed in her sleep. I woke her up, thinking that if I did that she’d stop. But it was too late. When she realized what she’d done she got up and onto her knees. Fortunately, she had pulled her coat out from under her when she lay down across my lap. But her dress and slip were soaked, at least on the side where she was laying. Actually, she was more concerned about the car. When I’d first put the plastic seat covers on, I wasn’t all that happy with them. But, as had happened any number of times since, I was relieved that I had. I told her not to worry about the car but that we had to decide what to do about her. I was concerned that her wet skirt would get into her coat so suggested that she take it and her slip off. I dug out another one of my trusty towels from under my seat and placed it under her as she slipped them off. She’d pulled her coat up around her chest so I got a good view of her in her panties, even if it was in just the ambient light. Once off she just balled the skirt and slip up and put them on the floor. Now came the job of deciding just what to do.
To be continued...
When I went over to her house after I’d eaten I found Elle waiting for me out by my car with her coat on. She and her mother had a big fight over her being late. Her mother had told her she was “grounded” but Elle just ignored her. In all the years I’d known her I was unaware of any real fight between the two of them and certainly not to the extent of defiance. She was obviously upset. We had tentatively planned to go to the movies but I knew her well enough to know she wouldn’t enjoy it. I figured the best thing was to find a place to park and then to wait for her to calm down. We’d both missed seeing the water so drove over to the sailing club parking lot. I don’t remember her saying anything while on the way. Once there I got out and she followed. The nice weather of the day had stayed around and it wasn’t all that cold out. We got down by the waters edge and she just threw her arms around me and started crying. If there was one thing I didn’t like about girls was the fact that they would cry. I had no idea of what to say or do so I just held onto her. I don’t know how long it took for her to regain control but by the time she did we were both getting cold. We were almost to the car when she stopped and spread her legs. I can remember thinking to myself “why now?” In many cases when she had an “accident” I could get some “play time” as a result but in this situation, as dense as I was as to many things concerning the female mind, I knew this wasn’t the time. I stood there, holding her hand, until she indicated she was ready to walk on to the car. I opened the door and reached under the seat for one of the towels I always kept there and let her try to dry herself up a bit. I was about to walk back to the drivers side when she grabbed me and asked me to get in on the passenger side. To say the least, I was puzzled. I got in and before I knew it she was undoing my belt and unbuttoning my pants. She made an unsuccessful try to pull them down from my waist and so I lifted my butt up and she then slid them down a ways. Then she climbed in and straddled me. I could feel the warm wetness of her panties seeping through my underpants as my “excitement” grew. She immediately started kissing me and she did I grabbed her hips and drew her as close as I could. All of this took less than a minute. I guess you could say it took my breath away. The change in her was almost instantaneous. In fact, I rarely ever saw her take the initiative and, under the circumstances, would never have expected it.
I managed to free my penis from the prison of my underpants but created a new problem. It had been almost a month since we’d been this “involved“ and the feel of the warm wet nylon was almost too much right from the beginning. I was afraid I would come before I could really enjoy it. I managed to calm her down a bit but before very long she raised herself up and then she reached under herself and pulled one of her panty leg openings aside. One of the quirky things about Elle (other than not getting naked in front of me) was that she never touched my penis. I knew by her actions that she was looking for me to take the ”invitation“... and I did. It took some doing to enter her without coming and after I did I remember holding my breath trying not to. I also remember how wonderful the feeling was to have her soft folds of inner flesh engulf me. Slowly, I was able to accept her slight rise and fall. But the duration wasn’t long enough. I knew when the end was near and I told her ”JUMP“ and tried to lift her off me. But, almost in defiance of the command, she let herself down completely on me. I won’t lie. The sensation when I came was unbelievable. I’d never had that feeling before. We stayed like that for probably ten minutes before she finally rose up off me.
She had me scoot over to behind the steering wheel and then she lay across my lap, like we usually did. Out of habit, I guess, my hand went to right between her legs. There was something new. It was sticky. My ”explosion“ was seeping out and into her panties. I made a feeble attempt to go inside but she rebuffed me. It didn’t take long for us to start to get cold so I started the car to get the heat going. Elle still wasn’t talking so she just snuggled up in my arms. I was smart enough to crack a window open to get some fresh air but once the heat kicked in it helped to put her to sleep. I have no idea how long it before I joined her. It was the flash of lights that woke me. Another car had pulled into the parking lot. It took a few seconds for me to figure out where I was and as I was sorting it all out I realized that the hand that was buried into Elle’s crotch was quite warm... and wet. She had peed in her sleep. I woke her up, thinking that if I did that she’d stop. But it was too late. When she realized what she’d done she got up and onto her knees. Fortunately, she had pulled her coat out from under her when she lay down across my lap. But her dress and slip were soaked, at least on the side where she was laying. Actually, she was more concerned about the car. When I’d first put the plastic seat covers on, I wasn’t all that happy with them. But, as had happened any number of times since, I was relieved that I had. I told her not to worry about the car but that we had to decide what to do about her. I was concerned that her wet skirt would get into her coat so suggested that she take it and her slip off. I dug out another one of my trusty towels from under my seat and placed it under her as she slipped them off. She’d pulled her coat up around her chest so I got a good view of her in her panties, even if it was in just the ambient light. Once off she just balled the skirt and slip up and put them on the floor. Now came the job of deciding just what to do.
To be continued...
Thursday, February 07, 2008
DECEMBER... Home for the Holidays (Part 30d)
Elle’s parents had decided that they didn’t want her to get a car ride home and sent her money to take the train. She didn’t want to because it meant losing a day of her vacation. The only train left early in the morning and she had a class that she couldn’t afford to miss so she had to wait until the next day. The trip took up most of the day and she was due to arrive at our town on the 6:40 pm train. By the time I got home and ate it was time to go pick her up. I was so glad to see her. Like I mentioned earlier, I know I got to see her one weekend since the Thanksgiving break but it seemed like forever since I'd seen her. She was equally as glad to see me but was totally worn out from the trip and the fact that hadn’t really had anything substantial to eat all day. Her mother had a meal ready for her and I sat and talked with her while she ate. I guess it was because we were both tired but we never got up from the table when she was finished. I remember her father laughing. He was standing in the doorway from the front room. I had put my head on my arms and fallen asleep. So had Elle. It was sort of embarrassing. Elle’s mother suggested that Elle go to bed and to try and get caught up on her sleep. As much as I wanted to be with her it sure seemed like a good idea to me as well.
Even with the extra few hours of sleep, 5am came much too quickly. I remember lying there in the dark and thinking that maybe the job wasn’t worth it, especially with Elle now home. But I got myself up and on my way. It was colder than it had been the first two days but “Griz” told me it was supposed to be a beautiful, warm day and that made me feel better. As we sorted mail we broke it up into odd and even numbers. I got to deliver the evens and “Griz’ took the odds. He figured that even with the extra volume due to Christmas being only 3 days away we’d be able to get it all delivered before 5pm by doing it that way. I was happy to actually have something to do rather than just be tagging along behind him most of the day. It proved to be a wonderful idea.
We got started just about the time it started to warm up. About an hour into the route I got my first ”present“. It wasn’t Christmas cookies. It was a washline with about a dozen pair of panties hanging on it. It was in the backyard of one of the houses that had made their garage a living unit. My best guess was that they belonged to a mother and two girls based upon the obviously different sizes. I got a real good look going in and out of the yard. It got my hopes up for more... much more. After all, it was Saturday, the traditional wash day and the weather was becoming really nice. By the time we stopped for lunch I’ll bet I’d seen more than 50 pair; all sizes and colors, but mostly white. ”Griz“ had gotten about a half block ahead of me. I knew why... and knew I had to limit my ”peeks“ in the afternoon.
The last half of the route wasn’t as ”productive“ as the first but still made for an interesting afternoon. The best part was that I got to see a couple of ladies taking their clothes off the line so go had a face to go with some of the panties. “Griz” finished his side before me as he’d done in the morning. Like the previous day, he didn’t follow me up to the end of the route. As I approached the house (the one that had the 3 pair of panties on the line the day before) I didn’t see any clothes on the other wash lines and figured that since it was getting late they had been taken down. But, like the day before, there were panties hanging on the same line. They weren’t the same ones as these were two pair of pink nylon and a pair of cotton band leg. I made my turn a little wider so as to get closer than the day before. It was a lot brighter out than the previous day and I recognized the cotton ones as being Carter’s from the waistband elastic. Like the day before, a nice way to end the workday.
As I headed home I was excited to see Elle. Maybe it was from the exhilaration of seeing so many panties in one day but I wasn’t tired at all. My feet hurt but that was my only real complaint. I wasn’t sure what time Elle got off work so I stopped at the drug store to see if she was still there and she was. She called her mother and told her that I’d bring her home but that ended up being a problem. We never got a chance to get a real kiss in or a meaningful hug the night before and we both were looking forward to doing just that. We got in the car and started right in... and more or less kept going. We didn’t do anything “drastic” but we were on our way when reason told us that we better get going. By the time we got to Elle’s house it had been over a half hour since she’d called. Her mother had her dinner on the table and if there was one thing that set her mother off it was being late to eat.
To be continued...
Elle’s parents had decided that they didn’t want her to get a car ride home and sent her money to take the train. She didn’t want to because it meant losing a day of her vacation. The only train left early in the morning and she had a class that she couldn’t afford to miss so she had to wait until the next day. The trip took up most of the day and she was due to arrive at our town on the 6:40 pm train. By the time I got home and ate it was time to go pick her up. I was so glad to see her. Like I mentioned earlier, I know I got to see her one weekend since the Thanksgiving break but it seemed like forever since I'd seen her. She was equally as glad to see me but was totally worn out from the trip and the fact that hadn’t really had anything substantial to eat all day. Her mother had a meal ready for her and I sat and talked with her while she ate. I guess it was because we were both tired but we never got up from the table when she was finished. I remember her father laughing. He was standing in the doorway from the front room. I had put my head on my arms and fallen asleep. So had Elle. It was sort of embarrassing. Elle’s mother suggested that Elle go to bed and to try and get caught up on her sleep. As much as I wanted to be with her it sure seemed like a good idea to me as well.
Even with the extra few hours of sleep, 5am came much too quickly. I remember lying there in the dark and thinking that maybe the job wasn’t worth it, especially with Elle now home. But I got myself up and on my way. It was colder than it had been the first two days but “Griz” told me it was supposed to be a beautiful, warm day and that made me feel better. As we sorted mail we broke it up into odd and even numbers. I got to deliver the evens and “Griz’ took the odds. He figured that even with the extra volume due to Christmas being only 3 days away we’d be able to get it all delivered before 5pm by doing it that way. I was happy to actually have something to do rather than just be tagging along behind him most of the day. It proved to be a wonderful idea.
We got started just about the time it started to warm up. About an hour into the route I got my first ”present“. It wasn’t Christmas cookies. It was a washline with about a dozen pair of panties hanging on it. It was in the backyard of one of the houses that had made their garage a living unit. My best guess was that they belonged to a mother and two girls based upon the obviously different sizes. I got a real good look going in and out of the yard. It got my hopes up for more... much more. After all, it was Saturday, the traditional wash day and the weather was becoming really nice. By the time we stopped for lunch I’ll bet I’d seen more than 50 pair; all sizes and colors, but mostly white. ”Griz“ had gotten about a half block ahead of me. I knew why... and knew I had to limit my ”peeks“ in the afternoon.
The last half of the route wasn’t as ”productive“ as the first but still made for an interesting afternoon. The best part was that I got to see a couple of ladies taking their clothes off the line so go had a face to go with some of the panties. “Griz” finished his side before me as he’d done in the morning. Like the previous day, he didn’t follow me up to the end of the route. As I approached the house (the one that had the 3 pair of panties on the line the day before) I didn’t see any clothes on the other wash lines and figured that since it was getting late they had been taken down. But, like the day before, there were panties hanging on the same line. They weren’t the same ones as these were two pair of pink nylon and a pair of cotton band leg. I made my turn a little wider so as to get closer than the day before. It was a lot brighter out than the previous day and I recognized the cotton ones as being Carter’s from the waistband elastic. Like the day before, a nice way to end the workday.
As I headed home I was excited to see Elle. Maybe it was from the exhilaration of seeing so many panties in one day but I wasn’t tired at all. My feet hurt but that was my only real complaint. I wasn’t sure what time Elle got off work so I stopped at the drug store to see if she was still there and she was. She called her mother and told her that I’d bring her home but that ended up being a problem. We never got a chance to get a real kiss in or a meaningful hug the night before and we both were looking forward to doing just that. We got in the car and started right in... and more or less kept going. We didn’t do anything “drastic” but we were on our way when reason told us that we better get going. By the time we got to Elle’s house it had been over a half hour since she’d called. Her mother had her dinner on the table and if there was one thing that set her mother off it was being late to eat.
To be continued...
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
DECEMBER... Home for the Holidays (Part 30c)
There was one other thing that I remember from that three week period. I got a letter from my Grandfather and in it was a letter accepting me to to work as an auxiliary letter carrier for the Post Office. The previous year, when I had to spend the whole holiday at my grandparents house, I had filled out an application at the Post Office. I had completely forgotten about it so was quite surprised and happy to receive it. Based on when we got off from school I would be able to work for 5 days. Even though I was in great need of money I hadn’t put any effort into finding a job while I was home. Elle was planning to work a few full shifts at the drug store prior to Christmas in her mother’s place. Because of the holiday her mother wanted to concentrate on her new pie business. So, from a time standpoint it was going to work for both of us.
To maximize the time I could work I stayed at my grandparents house on the night I got home from school. It had been a horrible trip home. We skidded off the road twice and by the time I climbed into bed it was almost 2 am. I had to be at the Post Office by 6am. By the time I filled out all the paperwork it was time to go out on the route and I was already tired. However, I got VERY lucky! I was assigned to an incredibly nice carrier. He and I got along right from the start. Basically, the only thing I did that first day was to carry the spare bag while I got “the lay of the land”, as he described it. The neighborhood we were in was very much blue collar. Everybody knew “Griz” and, in many cases he (and I) were given cookies as we traveled the route.
What I immediately found interesting was that there were quite a few garages that had been converted to living quarters. “Griz“ told me that when WWII was over many soldiers came home and were either married or got married soon after. With jobs scarce they moved in with their parents and, in some cases, made the garage a place to live. In each of these cases the address for the garage dwelling had an ”A“ added to the street number. At that period in time all mail was delivered to the houses and placed in a box by the front door or slipped through an opening in the door itself. For those ”garage houses“ it meant walking into back yards. Since it was a blue collar area and clothes dryers were relatively new and only owned by the rich, it meant wash was hung out to dry. A dream come true for someone like me.
That first day I followed ”Griz’ like a little puppy, taking in as much as I could. As I remember it I saw maybe 5 or 6 clothes lines that were full and actually got a few “peeks”. I had to be careful so as to not have “Griz” catch me looking. I knew from my paper route days that “wash day” was usually on or near the weekend and I couldn’t wait. By the time we finished up it was almost dark and I, not used to being on my feet for such a long stretch, was really dragging. I remember “Griz” insisting on calling his wife to come and pick us up. I was very thankful.
Elle wasn’t getting home until that night and although I'd told her I’d see her, there was no way. I ate supper and promptly fell asleep in the first chair my butt hit. My mother woke me up when she went to bed. The only thing I remember about that was in telling her to make sure I was up by 5:15am. (I was back living at home and it was a 20 minute trip to the Post Office in my grandfather’s town) When my father rocked me awake I couldn’t believe it was morning already. I ached everywhere but I managed to get up and to work on time. On this day I was allowed to help “Griz” sort mail. There were two “zones” in his route. I had to pack all “zone 2” mail into sacks that would be delivered out to a pick up mail box about 2/3 of the way through our route so we could finish up. I was told to separate that mail into odd and even house numbers. I had no idea why until we got out there. “Griz” had decided to let me actually handle and deliver mail to the houses with even numbers on the last part of the route. I liked the idea of having some actual responsibility. The problem was that on one of the first houses I went up to, the owner came out to get the mail from me and her dog, expecting “Griz”, I guess, took an instant disliking to me and proceeded to bite me. I survived but became very cautious after that. Having real responsibility must have masked the aches and pains because, by the time I saw the end of the route ahead I felt pretty good. The best was saved for last though. The house was set back from the road and in a small grove of trees. “Griz” had told me that the people liked their mail delivered to the back porch and to just cut through the trees to save time. As I made the turn at the back of the house, there, right in front of me on a line between two trees, were three pair of white nylon panties, blowing lightly in the wind. There was nothing else on the line with them. I know I stopped and stared for a few seconds. Oh how I wanted to go right up to them and to find the label... but of course, reason quickly took hold. On my way back to where “Griz” was I made sure I got another close look in the fading light. It helped make up for my very long day.
To be continued...
There was one other thing that I remember from that three week period. I got a letter from my Grandfather and in it was a letter accepting me to to work as an auxiliary letter carrier for the Post Office. The previous year, when I had to spend the whole holiday at my grandparents house, I had filled out an application at the Post Office. I had completely forgotten about it so was quite surprised and happy to receive it. Based on when we got off from school I would be able to work for 5 days. Even though I was in great need of money I hadn’t put any effort into finding a job while I was home. Elle was planning to work a few full shifts at the drug store prior to Christmas in her mother’s place. Because of the holiday her mother wanted to concentrate on her new pie business. So, from a time standpoint it was going to work for both of us.
To maximize the time I could work I stayed at my grandparents house on the night I got home from school. It had been a horrible trip home. We skidded off the road twice and by the time I climbed into bed it was almost 2 am. I had to be at the Post Office by 6am. By the time I filled out all the paperwork it was time to go out on the route and I was already tired. However, I got VERY lucky! I was assigned to an incredibly nice carrier. He and I got along right from the start. Basically, the only thing I did that first day was to carry the spare bag while I got “the lay of the land”, as he described it. The neighborhood we were in was very much blue collar. Everybody knew “Griz” and, in many cases he (and I) were given cookies as we traveled the route.
What I immediately found interesting was that there were quite a few garages that had been converted to living quarters. “Griz“ told me that when WWII was over many soldiers came home and were either married or got married soon after. With jobs scarce they moved in with their parents and, in some cases, made the garage a place to live. In each of these cases the address for the garage dwelling had an ”A“ added to the street number. At that period in time all mail was delivered to the houses and placed in a box by the front door or slipped through an opening in the door itself. For those ”garage houses“ it meant walking into back yards. Since it was a blue collar area and clothes dryers were relatively new and only owned by the rich, it meant wash was hung out to dry. A dream come true for someone like me.
That first day I followed ”Griz’ like a little puppy, taking in as much as I could. As I remember it I saw maybe 5 or 6 clothes lines that were full and actually got a few “peeks”. I had to be careful so as to not have “Griz” catch me looking. I knew from my paper route days that “wash day” was usually on or near the weekend and I couldn’t wait. By the time we finished up it was almost dark and I, not used to being on my feet for such a long stretch, was really dragging. I remember “Griz” insisting on calling his wife to come and pick us up. I was very thankful.
Elle wasn’t getting home until that night and although I'd told her I’d see her, there was no way. I ate supper and promptly fell asleep in the first chair my butt hit. My mother woke me up when she went to bed. The only thing I remember about that was in telling her to make sure I was up by 5:15am. (I was back living at home and it was a 20 minute trip to the Post Office in my grandfather’s town) When my father rocked me awake I couldn’t believe it was morning already. I ached everywhere but I managed to get up and to work on time. On this day I was allowed to help “Griz” sort mail. There were two “zones” in his route. I had to pack all “zone 2” mail into sacks that would be delivered out to a pick up mail box about 2/3 of the way through our route so we could finish up. I was told to separate that mail into odd and even house numbers. I had no idea why until we got out there. “Griz” had decided to let me actually handle and deliver mail to the houses with even numbers on the last part of the route. I liked the idea of having some actual responsibility. The problem was that on one of the first houses I went up to, the owner came out to get the mail from me and her dog, expecting “Griz”, I guess, took an instant disliking to me and proceeded to bite me. I survived but became very cautious after that. Having real responsibility must have masked the aches and pains because, by the time I saw the end of the route ahead I felt pretty good. The best was saved for last though. The house was set back from the road and in a small grove of trees. “Griz” had told me that the people liked their mail delivered to the back porch and to just cut through the trees to save time. As I made the turn at the back of the house, there, right in front of me on a line between two trees, were three pair of white nylon panties, blowing lightly in the wind. There was nothing else on the line with them. I know I stopped and stared for a few seconds. Oh how I wanted to go right up to them and to find the label... but of course, reason quickly took hold. On my way back to where “Griz” was I made sure I got another close look in the fading light. It helped make up for my very long day.
To be continued...
Friday, February 01, 2008
DECEMBER... (Part 30b)
I actually waited until I didn’t hear any sounds at all and, after stepping out in the hall to check for lights, before I did my “peeking“. As with every time I’d done this before, my heart was racing. It took two drawers for me to find what I was looking for. I pretty much knew that the chances were fairly slim about finding any really nice panties as they were probably with the daughter at college and I was right. But I did find some nice ones that must’ve been too small and that she’d outgrown. The labels were pretty faded but I remember seeing a couple that read ”Globe“ which was a new one for me. The size, for the ones I could read, was 5 which was the same size as Elle. When I’d looked at the picture all three girls looked about the same size and Joanne and Elle were very close to being ”twins“. I was a little puzzled but still happy to find what I’d seen. I was smart enough to take the hand towel and lay it on the bed under my midsection when I finally climbed into bed. It was needed.
I woke up , still in the dark, to the sound of a tractor. I got up and peeked out the window. The room faced towards the road and I could see the tractor with it’s lights on carrying a bucket load of snow from the driveway entrance. I figured that the road had been plowed and that in so doing it had been blocked. I couldn’t read my watch and had no reason to get up while it was still dark so climbed back into bed. The next thing I knew it was almost daylight out. I got up, washed my face, dressed and went downstairs. The lights were on in the kitchen but no one was there. The smell of fresh coffee, which I loved, filled the room. But coffee was something my ulcer couldn’t handle so I went to the window and peered outside. I could see lights in the milking barn and that explained why no one was around. I knew that Joanne hated working with the cows but had no choice. The T’s had one hired hand but Mrs T. and Joanne were also needed at milking time. As I stood there it dawned on me that, with no one in the house, I could go back upstairs and possibly get a peek at Joanne’s panty drawer. I’m sure I took the steps two at a time. Her room was at the top of the stairs and just to the left. The door was mostly open and I could see her bed as I reached the top step. I’m sure I took a deep breath as I stepped inside. It still wasn’t all that light out and I knew I didn’t dare turn on a light but I was determined to at least get an idea of what panties she wore. She had both a chest of drawers as well as a bureau. The chest was right inside the door and, thinking that if I heard someone downstairs I could close the drawer and step out into the hall as if I was on my way downstairs. It took two drawers to find ”paydirt“. Even with the poor light I knew I was in the right place. As neat as the drawer was that I’d peeked into in the room where I’d slept, this one was a holy mess. Socks, bras, panties and I’m not sure what were all just stuffed in it. It solved one problem... there was no way that anyone would’ve known some stranger had been in it. I pulled a few pair out of the mish mash. The two pair I had in my hand were either nylon or rayon. I found the label in one but there wasn’t enough light to read it. I decided to put one in my pocket and go into the bathroom where I could safely turn on the light and see what it said. I was closing the drawer when I heard voices from downstairs. The sound took my breath away and I almost jumped out into the hallway. I quickly decided to skip the trip to the bathroom and headed down the stairs.
If I’d scripted the scene I saw in front of me as I approached the kitchen it couldn’t have been better. I walked into the room and I saw Joanne wearing just a coat that reached her hips... and her panties... and pulling on a pair of jeans. I immediately remembered that on one of my first trips to the farm I had been by my car and seen her take off her coveralls on the porch and then watched her walk into the house with just her top and panties on. It had taken my breath away. I really didn’t get to appreciate what I stood there looking at as I was so shocked. At the same time Mrs T. was in the process of pulling her skirt down and pressing the wrinkles out of it. Unfortunately, I didn’t see anything but a bit of her upper thigh.
Explanation: Working with cows is a messy, smelly job at best. Mrs T. had a rule that under no conditions were the boots nor the coveralls that were worn in the barn to come in the house. In the Spring, Summer and fall they were left out on the porch. For winter, Mr T. built a temporary structure right in front of the kitchen door so when the ”strip“ took place it wasn’t out in the wind (and snow). Later on it came to me that Joanne didn’t like wearing her good jeans under the smelly coveralls and also didn’t like the idea of ”stripping” out in the cold and then putting on jeans that had been hanging out in the cold either. So, she’d leave her jeans in the house and would put them on, all nice and warm, inside the house. When Mrs T. had to go out there she would just roll her skirt up around her waist when she put her coveralls on and then roll it back down when she took them off. It took me a while to figure it out though.
I know Mrs. T. saw me looking at Joanne as she pulled her jeans up but didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to as I felt truly embarrassed... again. She used my being there as an excuse to mix up a batch of pancake batter for breakfast. I’d gotten used to not eating much in the morning except a glass of milk and a few slices of toast but I didn’t know how to say “no”. By the time I was done I was truly stuffed. Just about that time Mr T. came in to say that the road to town was clear. He’d driven the tractor down past the place that always had bad snow drifts and it was now OK. By then I was hoping I’d be stuck there a little longer so was disappointed with that bit of news.
During breakfast I’d had a good conversation with Joanne and felt that her self confidence was up substantially since I first met her. It’s hard to explain because I truly loved Elle but I did have an “interest” in Joanne. I felt sorry for her because she was so isolated out at the farm with no friends or outside contacts. It was none of my business so I didn’t say anything to her parents about it. I found myself thinking about her a lot during the Christmas break from school.
I had honestly forgotten about the panties in my pocket until later that day after Mrs T. had returned me to town. I had asked her to let me go to Mrs. B’s so I could get her her“real” present but she said she had things to do and that she’d get it the next time she saw me. That was a good sign as it indicated to me that I’d get to see Joanne again in the not too distant future. When I finally got a good look at them I found the label was so washed out that I couldn’t read anything on it. But, when I laid them out on my bed I was surprised at how wide the crotch was between the leg elastics. The crotch wasn’t anywhere near as long from front to back as the ones Carol (my friend Buddy’s girlfriend) wore. They ended up being the first of my “college” stash.
To be continued...
I actually waited until I didn’t hear any sounds at all and, after stepping out in the hall to check for lights, before I did my “peeking“. As with every time I’d done this before, my heart was racing. It took two drawers for me to find what I was looking for. I pretty much knew that the chances were fairly slim about finding any really nice panties as they were probably with the daughter at college and I was right. But I did find some nice ones that must’ve been too small and that she’d outgrown. The labels were pretty faded but I remember seeing a couple that read ”Globe“ which was a new one for me. The size, for the ones I could read, was 5 which was the same size as Elle. When I’d looked at the picture all three girls looked about the same size and Joanne and Elle were very close to being ”twins“. I was a little puzzled but still happy to find what I’d seen. I was smart enough to take the hand towel and lay it on the bed under my midsection when I finally climbed into bed. It was needed.
I woke up , still in the dark, to the sound of a tractor. I got up and peeked out the window. The room faced towards the road and I could see the tractor with it’s lights on carrying a bucket load of snow from the driveway entrance. I figured that the road had been plowed and that in so doing it had been blocked. I couldn’t read my watch and had no reason to get up while it was still dark so climbed back into bed. The next thing I knew it was almost daylight out. I got up, washed my face, dressed and went downstairs. The lights were on in the kitchen but no one was there. The smell of fresh coffee, which I loved, filled the room. But coffee was something my ulcer couldn’t handle so I went to the window and peered outside. I could see lights in the milking barn and that explained why no one was around. I knew that Joanne hated working with the cows but had no choice. The T’s had one hired hand but Mrs T. and Joanne were also needed at milking time. As I stood there it dawned on me that, with no one in the house, I could go back upstairs and possibly get a peek at Joanne’s panty drawer. I’m sure I took the steps two at a time. Her room was at the top of the stairs and just to the left. The door was mostly open and I could see her bed as I reached the top step. I’m sure I took a deep breath as I stepped inside. It still wasn’t all that light out and I knew I didn’t dare turn on a light but I was determined to at least get an idea of what panties she wore. She had both a chest of drawers as well as a bureau. The chest was right inside the door and, thinking that if I heard someone downstairs I could close the drawer and step out into the hall as if I was on my way downstairs. It took two drawers to find ”paydirt“. Even with the poor light I knew I was in the right place. As neat as the drawer was that I’d peeked into in the room where I’d slept, this one was a holy mess. Socks, bras, panties and I’m not sure what were all just stuffed in it. It solved one problem... there was no way that anyone would’ve known some stranger had been in it. I pulled a few pair out of the mish mash. The two pair I had in my hand were either nylon or rayon. I found the label in one but there wasn’t enough light to read it. I decided to put one in my pocket and go into the bathroom where I could safely turn on the light and see what it said. I was closing the drawer when I heard voices from downstairs. The sound took my breath away and I almost jumped out into the hallway. I quickly decided to skip the trip to the bathroom and headed down the stairs.
If I’d scripted the scene I saw in front of me as I approached the kitchen it couldn’t have been better. I walked into the room and I saw Joanne wearing just a coat that reached her hips... and her panties... and pulling on a pair of jeans. I immediately remembered that on one of my first trips to the farm I had been by my car and seen her take off her coveralls on the porch and then watched her walk into the house with just her top and panties on. It had taken my breath away. I really didn’t get to appreciate what I stood there looking at as I was so shocked. At the same time Mrs T. was in the process of pulling her skirt down and pressing the wrinkles out of it. Unfortunately, I didn’t see anything but a bit of her upper thigh.
Explanation: Working with cows is a messy, smelly job at best. Mrs T. had a rule that under no conditions were the boots nor the coveralls that were worn in the barn to come in the house. In the Spring, Summer and fall they were left out on the porch. For winter, Mr T. built a temporary structure right in front of the kitchen door so when the ”strip“ took place it wasn’t out in the wind (and snow). Later on it came to me that Joanne didn’t like wearing her good jeans under the smelly coveralls and also didn’t like the idea of ”stripping” out in the cold and then putting on jeans that had been hanging out in the cold either. So, she’d leave her jeans in the house and would put them on, all nice and warm, inside the house. When Mrs T. had to go out there she would just roll her skirt up around her waist when she put her coveralls on and then roll it back down when she took them off. It took me a while to figure it out though.
I know Mrs. T. saw me looking at Joanne as she pulled her jeans up but didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to as I felt truly embarrassed... again. She used my being there as an excuse to mix up a batch of pancake batter for breakfast. I’d gotten used to not eating much in the morning except a glass of milk and a few slices of toast but I didn’t know how to say “no”. By the time I was done I was truly stuffed. Just about that time Mr T. came in to say that the road to town was clear. He’d driven the tractor down past the place that always had bad snow drifts and it was now OK. By then I was hoping I’d be stuck there a little longer so was disappointed with that bit of news.
During breakfast I’d had a good conversation with Joanne and felt that her self confidence was up substantially since I first met her. It’s hard to explain because I truly loved Elle but I did have an “interest” in Joanne. I felt sorry for her because she was so isolated out at the farm with no friends or outside contacts. It was none of my business so I didn’t say anything to her parents about it. I found myself thinking about her a lot during the Christmas break from school.
I had honestly forgotten about the panties in my pocket until later that day after Mrs T. had returned me to town. I had asked her to let me go to Mrs. B’s so I could get her her“real” present but she said she had things to do and that she’d get it the next time she saw me. That was a good sign as it indicated to me that I’d get to see Joanne again in the not too distant future. When I finally got a good look at them I found the label was so washed out that I couldn’t read anything on it. But, when I laid them out on my bed I was surprised at how wide the crotch was between the leg elastics. The crotch wasn’t anywhere near as long from front to back as the ones Carol (my friend Buddy’s girlfriend) wore. They ended up being the first of my “college” stash.
To be continued...
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