SUMMER... and a whole new life (Part 33f)
After that Pat made a point of looking for me in the paddock every night before she assumed her duties. She was very easy to talk to. I have no idea how long it was after that night in her office before I went back. I do remember that I was in the Clubhouse for the last race and didn’t have to go back to the barn that night. I saw her take the winner’s circle picture and decided I go down and try to catch up with her. She was just about to go up the stairs to her office when I did. It was basically the same sort of night as the last time. I was perspiring just sitting watching the last race and by the time I’d run after her my shirt was almost completely wet. As we climbed the stairs I could just barely make out a VPL but what I noticed was that the back of her blouse was wet as was the waistband of her khaki’s. The air inside the office was dead and combined with the chemicals from the darkroom it was hard to breathe. I remember coughing. Pat told me to wait there for a minute as she went into the dark room. When she returned she said she’d opened the windows and turned on the fan. I wish I could remember the small talk as we stood there but I do remember her saying that it probably wasn’t a good night to have a visitor. I asked her why and she said because it was so uncomfortable up there. We’d talked enough when we were in the paddock all those nights to be able to make small jokes with each other. She liked to tease with “asides”. That was a trait she probably picked up from her father only her father’s comments “bit” and sometimes hurt. In any case I made an aside back to her along the lines of ”I know... you just want to get rid of me so you can take off your clothes.“ I’m sure she laughed... she usually did whenever I tried to get back at her. After trading some barbs (non biting) she challenged me. I heard her but I honestly didn’t believe her. ”I will... if you will.“ I do remember standing there, looking at her. I think she said ”I’m waiting...“ and I do remember her standing there with her arms crossed over her chest. A challenge, if I ever heard one!
However, I wasn’t looking for a challenge. I was being a ”smart ass“, trying to be as quick and clever as she was. But she wouldn’t let up. She called me some names that I can’t really remember insinuating that I was ”chicken“ to do it. I finally started unbuttoning my shirt and as soon as I did she started on hers. I was about halfway done when I looked over at her and she was pulling her blouse off her arms. In spite of seeing her bra encased breasts I didn’t even have the start of a bulge. The whole situation, happening so quickly and unexpectedly, really had me reeling. Yes, I’d seen Elle and M J (many years before) undress but those situations were conducive to a bulge. For sure, I was uncomfortable. I had no sexual interest in Pat and I was, in my mind, totally committed to Elle. I really didn’t know what to do.
When I got my shirt off I hesitated. She stood there saying something like ”Don’t stop now!“. Once I had my belt undone she challenged me to a race in getting our pants off. There’s one thing I’ve never shied away from and that’s a race, of any kind. She won but only because I got my heel caught when pulling my foot out of a pants leg. Now we were standing there in only our underwear about three feet apart. I’m going to say I was somewhat embarrassed. I just didn’t know her that well to be at ease. I’ll also admit that I was unexperienced in dealing with females, especially ones who had ”lived a bit“, if you know what I mean.
I shouldn’t have worried. She opened the dark room door and ushered me inside and started in on her work. There were two windows and a fan in one. Just having the air moving past me made me cooler. She explained all the steps that she was taking in the developing process and at the end I was actually helping her. My job was to take the developed pictures out of the solution and hanging them up to dry. We finished in less than an hour and when we went back to the the office, the light, as dim as it was, made me wince. The other thing was that it was noticeably warmer in there. As my eyes adjusted to the light I finally focused on Pat and her underwear. She was, as I’ve previously mentioned, a solidly built girl. Her breasts were small for a girl of her size but still ample and the bra she was wearing was nothing special. She had a waist but it wasn’t nearly as pronounced as Elle’s. Of course I was interested in her panties and as I focused on them I felt the start of a bulge. The light wasn’t good enough and I wasn’t close enough to be sure if they were nylon or cotton. She started putting her blouse on right away which gave me a few extra seconds to focus on her panties. I noted that she filled them out well as there were no puckers anywhere. Once she started to step into her pants I started getting dressed myself. I definitely felt more at ease at this point that I had since she offered up the ”challenge“.
She made sure everything was OK in both rooms and then we left. I was all set to walk back to the barn but she insisted on driving me. It was still quite warm and riding with the top down felt good. I don’t remember any conversation until we got to the barn. I expected to just say ”good night“ and to get out of the car but as I turned to get out she put her hand on my shoulder. The exact words she spoke are long gone but she basically told me that she didn’t give ”free lessons“ and that I owed her. I had no idea what she meant by that... I kid you not. It cleared me at about 20,000 feet. The hand on the shoulder went to my neck and she pulled me back to her and when my face was leaning back towards her she bent down and kissed me on the lips. I’d been warm from the ambient temperature but after that I was hot... perspiring profusely. I forced myself back to a sitting position and bolted out of the car. I don’t remember if I looked back at the car or not as I disappeared into the tack room. It was a long time before I fell asleep. I’d never had a female come on to me like that before and I just didn’t know what to think or what to do.
To be continued...
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Sunday, July 27, 2008
SUMMER... and a whole new life (Part 33e)
As I stated in the Prologue, I got a ”promotion“ after working for AJ for around five weeks. It was early in July, somewhere around the 4th, when something I hated to do became somewhat of a pleasure. I had mentioned that one of my chores was to interact with the track photographer, a person who didn’t like me. AJ had won a couple of races and the owners wanted pictures. I went to the office to pick them up, expecting the usual ”grief“ from ”Red“ but found the office door locked and a sign posted that someone would be there at 5pm. One of the horses in my care was racing that night in the first race so there was no way to do it that night. I thought that if I saw ”Red“ in the paddock I’d ask why the change in office hours. But I didn’t see him. What I did see was a red headed girl with a camera and a nap sack walking through the area. I asked someone who she was and was told it was Red’s daughter. She was striking!. Not just from the long red hair but the fact that she was about 5’10” tall. I was far too busy to go over and ask about the change in hours but hoped that she would be in the office when I did get there.
Her name was Patricia but she demanded to be called “Pat”. I did make it the following night and was pleased, in more that one way, to find out she was replacing her father for the rest of the Summer. I found out she was going to be a Senior at McGill University in Toronto in the Fall and wanted to become, like her father, a professional photographer. Talking with her I couldn’t help but notice her freckles. As big as she was they actually “softened” her look. There weren’t many girls that I knew that were as tall and big as she was. She definitely wasn’t fat. “Solid” would be a much better description as I noted that her shoulders were wider than mine. She did have a “figure”, although dressed as she was (a loose fitting plaid sleeveless top and khaki pants) it didn’t jump out at you. In the first 10 minutes with her I’d talked more than I had with her father in more than a dozen separate visits. I left the office feeling that she and I would get along well.
The track was located in a valley and sometimes when the weather got really hot and humid it would get to be almost unbearable. Pat had changed the hours that her office was open because of that. They didn’t have air conditioning and the morning sun beat on the outside wall of the office. If she opened up at 5pm, the sun would be around to the other side and the temperature inside would be 5 to 10 degrees cooler. She also liked to sleep in in the morning so felt that it was more productive to do her developing duties after the races. It was a few weeks later when, again, I’d had a horse in an early race and couldn’t get to her office before my evening duties started. She told me that when that happened I should just come by after the races were over. By the time I finished up my chores that night the lights around the track had been off for a while. Being tired, I debated with myself as weather I should walk all the way up there (about 10 minutes) when it was so hot. I think the reason I did it was that I pretty much knew that with the heat I wouldn’t get much sleep anyway if I did try to go to bed.
I knocked on the door but no one answered. I tried the door and it was open. There was a small lamp on over in the corner and a lit sign beside the door to the dark room that read, in red, “DO NOT ENTER”. I’d been there enough to know that was where the film was developed and the only light was some sort of purple that didn’t affect the film. I was about to turn around and leave when the door opened. I know she wasn’t expecting anyone... for two reasons. The first was the scream she let out when she saw me. The second was the fact that she was standing there, half in and half out of the room, in only her bra and panties. She immediately retreated into the room but almost as quickly stuck her head out again. I’d like to be able to say that I got a real eyeful... but I didn’t. Her scream scared me almost as much as my visage scared her. I don’t remember who spoke first. Maybe we both spoke at the same time. In any case, she asked me to hand her her clothes which were lying on a chair. I’m laughing as I write this because I think my hands were shaking when I did.
She explained that with all the humidity that night that she was very wet from perspiration and without clothes and with a fan on on the dark room she was moderately comfortable. I think I just smiled. She gave me a tour and showed me what she was doing. Truthfully, it was very interesting. I even asked somewhat intelligent questions. At least they were enough for her to ask if I wanted to come back some night and watch the whole process. I knew I did but, with the uncertainess of my schedule, I didn’t know when.
To be continued...
As I stated in the Prologue, I got a ”promotion“ after working for AJ for around five weeks. It was early in July, somewhere around the 4th, when something I hated to do became somewhat of a pleasure. I had mentioned that one of my chores was to interact with the track photographer, a person who didn’t like me. AJ had won a couple of races and the owners wanted pictures. I went to the office to pick them up, expecting the usual ”grief“ from ”Red“ but found the office door locked and a sign posted that someone would be there at 5pm. One of the horses in my care was racing that night in the first race so there was no way to do it that night. I thought that if I saw ”Red“ in the paddock I’d ask why the change in office hours. But I didn’t see him. What I did see was a red headed girl with a camera and a nap sack walking through the area. I asked someone who she was and was told it was Red’s daughter. She was striking!. Not just from the long red hair but the fact that she was about 5’10” tall. I was far too busy to go over and ask about the change in hours but hoped that she would be in the office when I did get there.
Her name was Patricia but she demanded to be called “Pat”. I did make it the following night and was pleased, in more that one way, to find out she was replacing her father for the rest of the Summer. I found out she was going to be a Senior at McGill University in Toronto in the Fall and wanted to become, like her father, a professional photographer. Talking with her I couldn’t help but notice her freckles. As big as she was they actually “softened” her look. There weren’t many girls that I knew that were as tall and big as she was. She definitely wasn’t fat. “Solid” would be a much better description as I noted that her shoulders were wider than mine. She did have a “figure”, although dressed as she was (a loose fitting plaid sleeveless top and khaki pants) it didn’t jump out at you. In the first 10 minutes with her I’d talked more than I had with her father in more than a dozen separate visits. I left the office feeling that she and I would get along well.
The track was located in a valley and sometimes when the weather got really hot and humid it would get to be almost unbearable. Pat had changed the hours that her office was open because of that. They didn’t have air conditioning and the morning sun beat on the outside wall of the office. If she opened up at 5pm, the sun would be around to the other side and the temperature inside would be 5 to 10 degrees cooler. She also liked to sleep in in the morning so felt that it was more productive to do her developing duties after the races. It was a few weeks later when, again, I’d had a horse in an early race and couldn’t get to her office before my evening duties started. She told me that when that happened I should just come by after the races were over. By the time I finished up my chores that night the lights around the track had been off for a while. Being tired, I debated with myself as weather I should walk all the way up there (about 10 minutes) when it was so hot. I think the reason I did it was that I pretty much knew that with the heat I wouldn’t get much sleep anyway if I did try to go to bed.
I knocked on the door but no one answered. I tried the door and it was open. There was a small lamp on over in the corner and a lit sign beside the door to the dark room that read, in red, “DO NOT ENTER”. I’d been there enough to know that was where the film was developed and the only light was some sort of purple that didn’t affect the film. I was about to turn around and leave when the door opened. I know she wasn’t expecting anyone... for two reasons. The first was the scream she let out when she saw me. The second was the fact that she was standing there, half in and half out of the room, in only her bra and panties. She immediately retreated into the room but almost as quickly stuck her head out again. I’d like to be able to say that I got a real eyeful... but I didn’t. Her scream scared me almost as much as my visage scared her. I don’t remember who spoke first. Maybe we both spoke at the same time. In any case, she asked me to hand her her clothes which were lying on a chair. I’m laughing as I write this because I think my hands were shaking when I did.
She explained that with all the humidity that night that she was very wet from perspiration and without clothes and with a fan on on the dark room she was moderately comfortable. I think I just smiled. She gave me a tour and showed me what she was doing. Truthfully, it was very interesting. I even asked somewhat intelligent questions. At least they were enough for her to ask if I wanted to come back some night and watch the whole process. I knew I did but, with the uncertainess of my schedule, I didn’t know when.
To be continued...
Friday, July 25, 2008
SUMMER... and a whole new life (Part 33d)
It was easily a month until I saw Joanne and her family again. They had contacted me and invited me to attend the County Fair where Joanne was exhibiting not only her baking but also some cooked dishes. The only time I could go was on a Sunday which was also the last day of the Fair. Joanne’s sisters were also going. When I pulled into the yard I got an eyeful... of panties on the clothesline. I can only guess as to how many were up there but it had to be a dozen or more. There was nothing on the line but panties and bras. OH MY HEART!. Of course, the problem was that there was no way to get over to inspect them with everybody around. I wondered, to myself, why there were no other clothes hanging with them.
When the fair closed we all returned to the farm. The older girls wanted to change and ”get comfortable“ as soon as they arrived home. Joanne was directed to take in the wash. Now, if I were dating her I might have had at least a small reason to accompany her but I didn’t. It tore me up. The closest I got was opening the screen door to let her in. The pair on top was white nylon and a pale pink pair was right beneath it. So close and yet so far!
When the girls came downstairs Mrs. T. suggested that we go play horseshoes while she made something up for dinner. The older girls were wearing shorts and Joanne remained in her dress. The ”pit“ was along side the west or sunny side of the house.
It had been pleasantly warm all day and even though the sun was well on it’s way down, it remained that way. It was obvious that the older two, who were very good athletes, had plenty of experience in tossing horseshoes. It was Joanne and I against the two of them and it was no contest. I suggested that the older two go head to head and that Joanne and I would watch. Joanne sat down, leaning against a big tractor tire that had been painted white and had flowers in the middle. I chose to stand and, my decision paid off for me. Joanne had pulled her knees up to her chin and was resting it on them. A cat appeared and went right to Joanne. When she reached over to grab it she let one leg down, almost to the ground. With the setting sun shining on her I got what could’ve been considered a posed panty crotch picture. I was ”taken“ by the fullness of the crotch and immediately wondered who made the panties. I’d say I had a full 15 or so seconds of a straight on look. When she closed her legs she never looked my way so I was sure she didn’t catch me peeking. Her sisters were too involved in their competition to pay any attention. A very good memory, to say the least.
I had hoped to see more of Joanne during the Summer but circumstances were such that it didn’t happen. That didn’t mean that I didn’t think about her because, from time to time I did.
To be continued...
It was easily a month until I saw Joanne and her family again. They had contacted me and invited me to attend the County Fair where Joanne was exhibiting not only her baking but also some cooked dishes. The only time I could go was on a Sunday which was also the last day of the Fair. Joanne’s sisters were also going. When I pulled into the yard I got an eyeful... of panties on the clothesline. I can only guess as to how many were up there but it had to be a dozen or more. There was nothing on the line but panties and bras. OH MY HEART!. Of course, the problem was that there was no way to get over to inspect them with everybody around. I wondered, to myself, why there were no other clothes hanging with them.
When the fair closed we all returned to the farm. The older girls wanted to change and ”get comfortable“ as soon as they arrived home. Joanne was directed to take in the wash. Now, if I were dating her I might have had at least a small reason to accompany her but I didn’t. It tore me up. The closest I got was opening the screen door to let her in. The pair on top was white nylon and a pale pink pair was right beneath it. So close and yet so far!
When the girls came downstairs Mrs. T. suggested that we go play horseshoes while she made something up for dinner. The older girls were wearing shorts and Joanne remained in her dress. The ”pit“ was along side the west or sunny side of the house.
It had been pleasantly warm all day and even though the sun was well on it’s way down, it remained that way. It was obvious that the older two, who were very good athletes, had plenty of experience in tossing horseshoes. It was Joanne and I against the two of them and it was no contest. I suggested that the older two go head to head and that Joanne and I would watch. Joanne sat down, leaning against a big tractor tire that had been painted white and had flowers in the middle. I chose to stand and, my decision paid off for me. Joanne had pulled her knees up to her chin and was resting it on them. A cat appeared and went right to Joanne. When she reached over to grab it she let one leg down, almost to the ground. With the setting sun shining on her I got what could’ve been considered a posed panty crotch picture. I was ”taken“ by the fullness of the crotch and immediately wondered who made the panties. I’d say I had a full 15 or so seconds of a straight on look. When she closed her legs she never looked my way so I was sure she didn’t catch me peeking. Her sisters were too involved in their competition to pay any attention. A very good memory, to say the least.
I had hoped to see more of Joanne during the Summer but circumstances were such that it didn’t happen. That didn’t mean that I didn’t think about her because, from time to time I did.
To be continued...
Sunday, July 20, 2008
SUMMER... and a whole new life (Part 33c)
As hard as it is to believe that I didn’t have any ”romantic“ or sexual interest in Joanne, I truly didn’t. I would have had the same ”bulge“ no matter what girl was in the same situation with me. My ”interest“ in Joanne was, as I’ve said before, one of feeling a bit sorry for her in that circumstances had denied her a chance for a somewhat normal life. Every time I saw her I’d try to build up her self esteem and try to get her to expand her horizons. On the farm she had no social contacts at all other than the few people who visited her parents. Even though she was acknowledged to be ”slow“, she was attractive and, when I got her to open up a bit, did have the ability to communicate. She'd also proved that, given enough time, she was capable of learning how to do things like cooking and baking. From time to time I’d think of her and wonder what I could do to help her. As we sat there on the tree I was torn as to what to say. I can’t deny that the thought of a female wetting herself was, in itself, ”exciting“ to me. But, in this situation, the last thing I wanted to do was to take advantage of her naivety and to ask her if she’d had this happen before. Of course, I knew it had as her mother had told me way back in the Fall. But I wanted to put her somewhat at ease. The only way I could think of was to tell her about Elle.
I only had a minute or so to decide what to say. I don’t think I’d ever mentioned Elle’s condition to anyone who didn’t know her. I think I might’ve even rationalized telling Joanne about her by thinking that she would probably never meet Elle. So I told her that my fiancee had experienced somewhat the same situation. Her head popped up immediately. I don’t remember the words she spoke but it was obvious that she wanted to hear more. I know I didn’t figure on that happening. Again, I have no recollection of just what I said but I do remember her hanging on the fact that, even with her ”problem“, Elle was going about living without it being a burden. I also remember her saying that she wanted to meet her. Again, not something I’d planned on when I offered the information up to her. I was pleased with her reaction but also worried about what she might say if she ever did meet Elle.
By then it was getting late and we were still a fair distance from the boat house. I could see the ripples of some air (wind) skipping across the lake so we set out again. At least this time Joanne didn’t squeal with every motion of the boat. We were almost to the dock when the biggest puff of wind we’d seen all day hit the sail. It wasn’t much but it sure scared Joanne so that she did let out a small scream. We were at the dock within a minute. I had her grab and hold onto the dock while I lowered the sail. She was kneeling on the bottom of the boat and leaning over the side to do it. This time I knew the wet spot wasn’t water from the boat.
Once ashore and the boat secured we started for my car. We were almost there when she stopped and sort of grabbed at my arm. I looked at her and as I did I heard her sort of whisper. She was, shyly, admitting that she’d gone some ”pee pee“ when she’d squealed the last time. I already knew it but I feigned ignorance. I didn’t want to embarrass myself or her. I remember her apologizing. I found something for her to sit on for the trip home. What I didn’t expect was for her to start talking about it. The voyeur in me wanted to hear as much as possible but, for some reason I was uncomfortable. I don’t know exactly what I said but the gist of it was I asked if she knew why it happened. I knew, from what her mother had told me, that she’d wet herself when she got upset. But this hadn’t been anything like the situations I’d known about where she'd experienced some sort of failure. She said she didn’t really know but that it wasn’t happening as much as it used to. Believe it or not, that made me happy to hear.
I hadn’t given the post office a forwarding address when I'd left school. My mail was still going to the house I'd lived at. It only took a few seconds to stop and retrieve it and among the items was the letter from the college with my grades. Not good! But it could’ve been worse. Four C’s and one D. The D was in my basic Economics course. I didn’t like the professor and he didn’t like me. We had to choose our major in that second semester and, although I had no idea what I’d do with a degree in Psychology, I chose that because I liked the Professors and instructors in that department. Common sense said to make Economics my minor but, because I’d taken a basic Education course and done well in it, I chose that as my minor instead. After all, Elle was studying to be a teacher. Possibly, it was my introduction to Psychology that was the reason I became so interested in Joanne. In any case, as I drove back to the track I couldn’t get my mind off of her. I was still convinced that there was something that could be done for her and people like her.
It was few days until I ran into Pete again. He asked how the sail went and, because I happened to have a few minutes I told him a bit about Joanne. I remember telling him how unfair it had been to her to be told she couldn’t continue with school because she’d been left back twice. I told him that not only was it a blow to her self esteem but also it denied her social interaction. By then I’d gotten this idea that there should be some sort of program for kids, like her, who wanted to continue to go to school but were being denied because of the State Education Department rules. Pete let me ramble on for a while and then told me that I needed to talk to Doctor F, the head of the Education department. I asked why and he told me he’d just recently sent out some publicity on a study that Dr. F had published that was related to what I’d just told him. I can’t say I was jumping for joy with that news. I thought it might be a little presumptuous for someone who had only taken one course and was only planning on minoring in Education to go talk to the head of the department with a suggestion. I told Pete that I’d think about it.
To be continued...
As hard as it is to believe that I didn’t have any ”romantic“ or sexual interest in Joanne, I truly didn’t. I would have had the same ”bulge“ no matter what girl was in the same situation with me. My ”interest“ in Joanne was, as I’ve said before, one of feeling a bit sorry for her in that circumstances had denied her a chance for a somewhat normal life. Every time I saw her I’d try to build up her self esteem and try to get her to expand her horizons. On the farm she had no social contacts at all other than the few people who visited her parents. Even though she was acknowledged to be ”slow“, she was attractive and, when I got her to open up a bit, did have the ability to communicate. She'd also proved that, given enough time, she was capable of learning how to do things like cooking and baking. From time to time I’d think of her and wonder what I could do to help her. As we sat there on the tree I was torn as to what to say. I can’t deny that the thought of a female wetting herself was, in itself, ”exciting“ to me. But, in this situation, the last thing I wanted to do was to take advantage of her naivety and to ask her if she’d had this happen before. Of course, I knew it had as her mother had told me way back in the Fall. But I wanted to put her somewhat at ease. The only way I could think of was to tell her about Elle.
I only had a minute or so to decide what to say. I don’t think I’d ever mentioned Elle’s condition to anyone who didn’t know her. I think I might’ve even rationalized telling Joanne about her by thinking that she would probably never meet Elle. So I told her that my fiancee had experienced somewhat the same situation. Her head popped up immediately. I don’t remember the words she spoke but it was obvious that she wanted to hear more. I know I didn’t figure on that happening. Again, I have no recollection of just what I said but I do remember her hanging on the fact that, even with her ”problem“, Elle was going about living without it being a burden. I also remember her saying that she wanted to meet her. Again, not something I’d planned on when I offered the information up to her. I was pleased with her reaction but also worried about what she might say if she ever did meet Elle.
By then it was getting late and we were still a fair distance from the boat house. I could see the ripples of some air (wind) skipping across the lake so we set out again. At least this time Joanne didn’t squeal with every motion of the boat. We were almost to the dock when the biggest puff of wind we’d seen all day hit the sail. It wasn’t much but it sure scared Joanne so that she did let out a small scream. We were at the dock within a minute. I had her grab and hold onto the dock while I lowered the sail. She was kneeling on the bottom of the boat and leaning over the side to do it. This time I knew the wet spot wasn’t water from the boat.
Once ashore and the boat secured we started for my car. We were almost there when she stopped and sort of grabbed at my arm. I looked at her and as I did I heard her sort of whisper. She was, shyly, admitting that she’d gone some ”pee pee“ when she’d squealed the last time. I already knew it but I feigned ignorance. I didn’t want to embarrass myself or her. I remember her apologizing. I found something for her to sit on for the trip home. What I didn’t expect was for her to start talking about it. The voyeur in me wanted to hear as much as possible but, for some reason I was uncomfortable. I don’t know exactly what I said but the gist of it was I asked if she knew why it happened. I knew, from what her mother had told me, that she’d wet herself when she got upset. But this hadn’t been anything like the situations I’d known about where she'd experienced some sort of failure. She said she didn’t really know but that it wasn’t happening as much as it used to. Believe it or not, that made me happy to hear.
I hadn’t given the post office a forwarding address when I'd left school. My mail was still going to the house I'd lived at. It only took a few seconds to stop and retrieve it and among the items was the letter from the college with my grades. Not good! But it could’ve been worse. Four C’s and one D. The D was in my basic Economics course. I didn’t like the professor and he didn’t like me. We had to choose our major in that second semester and, although I had no idea what I’d do with a degree in Psychology, I chose that because I liked the Professors and instructors in that department. Common sense said to make Economics my minor but, because I’d taken a basic Education course and done well in it, I chose that as my minor instead. After all, Elle was studying to be a teacher. Possibly, it was my introduction to Psychology that was the reason I became so interested in Joanne. In any case, as I drove back to the track I couldn’t get my mind off of her. I was still convinced that there was something that could be done for her and people like her.
It was few days until I ran into Pete again. He asked how the sail went and, because I happened to have a few minutes I told him a bit about Joanne. I remember telling him how unfair it had been to her to be told she couldn’t continue with school because she’d been left back twice. I told him that not only was it a blow to her self esteem but also it denied her social interaction. By then I’d gotten this idea that there should be some sort of program for kids, like her, who wanted to continue to go to school but were being denied because of the State Education Department rules. Pete let me ramble on for a while and then told me that I needed to talk to Doctor F, the head of the Education department. I asked why and he told me he’d just recently sent out some publicity on a study that Dr. F had published that was related to what I’d just told him. I can’t say I was jumping for joy with that news. I thought it might be a little presumptuous for someone who had only taken one course and was only planning on minoring in Education to go talk to the head of the department with a suggestion. I told Pete that I’d think about it.
To be continued...
Thursday, July 17, 2008
SUMMER... and a whole new life (Part 33b)
Because it hadn’t been too long since I’d seen Joanne and had told her I’d take her sailing, that was something I thought about as I faced my first real day off. Sundays around the track were pretty laid back as there was no racing. You had your usual chores to do; muck out stalls, curry and clean up your horses, walk and ”grass“ them and, of course, water and feed them. After the noon time feeding you were basically free until 4:30pm at which time you had to clean the stalls and feed and water the horses. If you could ”trade“ a Sunday with another groom where he'd do your chores, you were free until 5:30am Monday morning. So, after two weeks of working steady, I was going to take some time for myself.
I’d contacted Mrs. T. a few days before to find out if it would be OK to stop by and possibly take Joanne sailing. She told me that Joanne hadn’t stopped talking about going sailing since I’d last seen her and had even gotten her mother to take her out to the lake that I sailed on while at school. My problem was that the college hosted the AMA (American Management Association) for their Summer continuing education programs and turned over all the recreational facilities to them. I couldn’t just show up at the boathouse and go sailing. Pete was the solution. Somehow he got me an AMA pass. I arrived at the farm around 2pm or so. Mrs. T. insisted on feeding me before we left so we got an even later start. One thing about lake sailing that I learned at school was the best wind was in the morning. Back home it was the exact opposite. We were in luck for as we got to the boat house we found a boat rigged and ready to go. Joanne was wearing Bermuda shorts and I remember thinking to myself, as she was climbing into the boat, that they were just a wee bit tight. The VPL was beautiful!. She, because she had no experience with boats, was somewhat shaken with the fact that the boat was ”tippy“. The boat was only 14 feet long and didn’t have any seats so the the preferred place to sit was on the deck. But, that made the boat more tippy so I told Joanne to sit inside the boat. By the time we left the dock she was almost ready to quit. I kept hearing squeals every time the boat would rock at all. There was enough wind to propel us out to the middle of the lake. It was a small lake to begin with so we weren’t all that far from shore but the look on the face of Joanne was one of pure fear. I tried calming her down and pretty much succeeded but she did ask to go ashore. It was not going well, at all.
By then the wind had dropped off to almost nothing. We didn’t have paddles or oars so there was nothing we could do but try to paddle with our hands. It was a beautiful, warm day and I was somewhat shocked when I touched the water that the temperature was still so cold. I paddled over one side and Joanne on the other. It was perfect for viewing her VPL... and more! There was a wet spot on her fanny. I’ll admit that I had a bulge growing. There was usually some water in the bottom of these boats from leakage so I pretty much attributed it to that. The effort of paddling seemed to calm her down even more and by the time we reached the ”island“ she was perfectly OK. The ”island“ wasn’t really and island but those who sailed there gave it that name. It became one when the water from the Spring thaw made its way to the lake. The water would rise to a point that cut this little nub of land off from the rest of the shore. It was always an annoyance when we were racing because we had to make sure we didn’t go aground. When we got to the point where I could see the bottom I told her it would be best to get out and walk the boat to shore. I got the boat as close as I could and she got up from inside the boat and sat on the deck. It was slippery and when she went to fling her legs up and over the side her whole body slipped and she slid into the water, fanny first. The water was maybe six inches deep at that point and I remember looking down at her sitting in about waist deep water. I expected her to be upset but she laughed. She sat there for almost a minute and when she got up she was wet from her waist down. I could see the outline of her panties through the wet material of her shorts. Hmmmmm... Very interesting, to say the least. She walked the boat ashore and it was another perfect vantage point for me. Her now wet VPL was a great sight!
I made sure the boat wouldn’t go anywhere and then joined her, sitting on an old felled tree. She had a impish look on her face when I sat down beside her. I asked her what was funny and she said she couldn’t tell me. I teased her about it a bit and then she said something I almost couldn’t believe. She said that she’d gotten wet on purpose. I think I gave her one of those ”You’ve got to be kidding!“ looks because the water was very, very cold. My toes had started to get numb from just the short time I was standing in it while securing the boat. So, naturally, I asked ”why“. And then she put her head down and almost in a whisper said it was because she had to go "pee pee." I honestly don’t know what my facial expression was at that moment. I do know I was glad she was looking down at the ground though.
To be continued...
Because it hadn’t been too long since I’d seen Joanne and had told her I’d take her sailing, that was something I thought about as I faced my first real day off. Sundays around the track were pretty laid back as there was no racing. You had your usual chores to do; muck out stalls, curry and clean up your horses, walk and ”grass“ them and, of course, water and feed them. After the noon time feeding you were basically free until 4:30pm at which time you had to clean the stalls and feed and water the horses. If you could ”trade“ a Sunday with another groom where he'd do your chores, you were free until 5:30am Monday morning. So, after two weeks of working steady, I was going to take some time for myself.
I’d contacted Mrs. T. a few days before to find out if it would be OK to stop by and possibly take Joanne sailing. She told me that Joanne hadn’t stopped talking about going sailing since I’d last seen her and had even gotten her mother to take her out to the lake that I sailed on while at school. My problem was that the college hosted the AMA (American Management Association) for their Summer continuing education programs and turned over all the recreational facilities to them. I couldn’t just show up at the boathouse and go sailing. Pete was the solution. Somehow he got me an AMA pass. I arrived at the farm around 2pm or so. Mrs. T. insisted on feeding me before we left so we got an even later start. One thing about lake sailing that I learned at school was the best wind was in the morning. Back home it was the exact opposite. We were in luck for as we got to the boat house we found a boat rigged and ready to go. Joanne was wearing Bermuda shorts and I remember thinking to myself, as she was climbing into the boat, that they were just a wee bit tight. The VPL was beautiful!. She, because she had no experience with boats, was somewhat shaken with the fact that the boat was ”tippy“. The boat was only 14 feet long and didn’t have any seats so the the preferred place to sit was on the deck. But, that made the boat more tippy so I told Joanne to sit inside the boat. By the time we left the dock she was almost ready to quit. I kept hearing squeals every time the boat would rock at all. There was enough wind to propel us out to the middle of the lake. It was a small lake to begin with so we weren’t all that far from shore but the look on the face of Joanne was one of pure fear. I tried calming her down and pretty much succeeded but she did ask to go ashore. It was not going well, at all.
By then the wind had dropped off to almost nothing. We didn’t have paddles or oars so there was nothing we could do but try to paddle with our hands. It was a beautiful, warm day and I was somewhat shocked when I touched the water that the temperature was still so cold. I paddled over one side and Joanne on the other. It was perfect for viewing her VPL... and more! There was a wet spot on her fanny. I’ll admit that I had a bulge growing. There was usually some water in the bottom of these boats from leakage so I pretty much attributed it to that. The effort of paddling seemed to calm her down even more and by the time we reached the ”island“ she was perfectly OK. The ”island“ wasn’t really and island but those who sailed there gave it that name. It became one when the water from the Spring thaw made its way to the lake. The water would rise to a point that cut this little nub of land off from the rest of the shore. It was always an annoyance when we were racing because we had to make sure we didn’t go aground. When we got to the point where I could see the bottom I told her it would be best to get out and walk the boat to shore. I got the boat as close as I could and she got up from inside the boat and sat on the deck. It was slippery and when she went to fling her legs up and over the side her whole body slipped and she slid into the water, fanny first. The water was maybe six inches deep at that point and I remember looking down at her sitting in about waist deep water. I expected her to be upset but she laughed. She sat there for almost a minute and when she got up she was wet from her waist down. I could see the outline of her panties through the wet material of her shorts. Hmmmmm... Very interesting, to say the least. She walked the boat ashore and it was another perfect vantage point for me. Her now wet VPL was a great sight!
I made sure the boat wouldn’t go anywhere and then joined her, sitting on an old felled tree. She had a impish look on her face when I sat down beside her. I asked her what was funny and she said she couldn’t tell me. I teased her about it a bit and then she said something I almost couldn’t believe. She said that she’d gotten wet on purpose. I think I gave her one of those ”You’ve got to be kidding!“ looks because the water was very, very cold. My toes had started to get numb from just the short time I was standing in it while securing the boat. So, naturally, I asked ”why“. And then she put her head down and almost in a whisper said it was because she had to go "pee pee." I honestly don’t know what my facial expression was at that moment. I do know I was glad she was looking down at the ground though.
To be continued...
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
SUMMER... and a whole new life (Part 33a)
PROLOGUE: I’m going to try a explain, as simply as I can, what my almost daily life was like that Summer. This way, when I tell about the interesting (and topical) parts of my Summer it might make more sense.
I was working for my grandfather’s horse trainer, A.J. To start, I was to take care of two race horses. The title for the job was “groom”. In essence, I was a caretaker. My day was from 5:30 am to as late as 1:30am the next morning, depending on weather one of my horses raced in the last race of the night. A.J. had about 20 horses in his stable. The barns at the track had 24 stalls and four “tack” rooms which were used as sleeping quarters for the grooms. A.J. used “colored” help. (Remember, this was 1957) They ranged in age from 70+ down to 20 something and most had been with him for years. I decided right from the start that I was going to live right with them. A.J.’s long time employee, Ed, who was around 30 years old, took me under his wing. I lived in the same room with him, Pop (70+) and George (20 something). I don’t know why but it worked.
A daily routine was to start by feeding the horses around 5:30am Then I had to muck out my two stalls. If one of my horses was to be trained on that day I had to “jog” the other one about 3 miles slowly around the racetrack the “wrong way“, wash and clean him (or her) up. Then I’d prepare the other one for usually 4 trips at increasingly faster times around the track (the right way) at intervals of about 45 minutes apart. When that was done (around noon) I’d wash and ”cool out” the horse by giving him water and walking him slowly around the immediate barn area for about an hour. Then I had to curry his hair and massage and bandage his legs before feeding him his noon meal. Then I had to clean all the equipment up and put it away. It was usually around 2pm by the time I would finish. Next was to get lunch at the “cook house” and try to get a few minutes of sleep, especially if you had to go to the track with a horse that was racing that night. A horse in the first race meant you started getting ready around 4:30pm. If your horse was in the last race you would start around 7:30pm and be done around 1:30am only to start all over again 4 hours later.
If neither of your horses was racing you could be asked to go to the “paddock” (where the hoses are staged before they race) to help one of the other grooms. That was a good deal because the “helper” got paid and the other didn’t. I looked forward to being asked. But, after about 5 weeks or so I was “promoted” in that I was now helping to warm up the horses that were racing. That meant I would get to go the “right way” around the track for either one or two of the three times the horses would warm up (or “practice”, like some of the owners would call it). It was exciting but it meant about $30 a week less for me. I would go out onto the racetrack and in front of all the bettors, go a couple of slow miles (about 45 minutes apart). When I did that I was living a fantasy. When I was finishing up I would imagine that I was crossing the finish line of an actual race.
A.J. had used Ed to help him for years and now I was being trained for that job. Ed, surprisingly, had no problem whatsoever with that. That’s what made our friendship so special. One of those jobs was to actually fill out the entry blanks for the horses that A.J. wanted to race. I’d run up to the track office before the daily deadline. I was a “new face“ and everybody wanted to know who I was. One of the first people I met was someone I’d seen around the Administration office at college. Pete was a full time employee at the school but was also the publicity director at the track during the Summer. We struck up a friendship right away. Every day, around 10:30am, after going up to the office I’d stop and say ”Hi“ to Pete. He proved to be a valuable friend.
The owners liked to have pictures of their horses, especially those taken during a race. Ordering them was time consuming and A.J. hated to waste the time doing it even though it was a necessary evil. I was a willing puppet. The track photographer was a gruff Canadian with a definite French accent. He went by the name of ”Red“ as, at one time, he had a crop of bright red hair. Red and I did not kick it off on the right foot. I guess it was because I was new to the business and hadn’t ”paid my dues“. In any case, that was a part of my job I did not relish.
It would be pointless to try and write about this Summer using a ”time line“ like I have been doing. I was far to busy to be able to try and remember what came first, second, etc. So what I’m going to do is to list five females that played a role in making it a very memorable Summer for me. Of course, there was Elle and also Joanne who you’ve already met. But the three others were Patricia (Pat), Alida and Tricia. I’ll write it so that each will be ”featured“ in a separate part.
To be continued...
PROLOGUE: I’m going to try a explain, as simply as I can, what my almost daily life was like that Summer. This way, when I tell about the interesting (and topical) parts of my Summer it might make more sense.
I was working for my grandfather’s horse trainer, A.J. To start, I was to take care of two race horses. The title for the job was “groom”. In essence, I was a caretaker. My day was from 5:30 am to as late as 1:30am the next morning, depending on weather one of my horses raced in the last race of the night. A.J. had about 20 horses in his stable. The barns at the track had 24 stalls and four “tack” rooms which were used as sleeping quarters for the grooms. A.J. used “colored” help. (Remember, this was 1957) They ranged in age from 70+ down to 20 something and most had been with him for years. I decided right from the start that I was going to live right with them. A.J.’s long time employee, Ed, who was around 30 years old, took me under his wing. I lived in the same room with him, Pop (70+) and George (20 something). I don’t know why but it worked.
A daily routine was to start by feeding the horses around 5:30am Then I had to muck out my two stalls. If one of my horses was to be trained on that day I had to “jog” the other one about 3 miles slowly around the racetrack the “wrong way“, wash and clean him (or her) up. Then I’d prepare the other one for usually 4 trips at increasingly faster times around the track (the right way) at intervals of about 45 minutes apart. When that was done (around noon) I’d wash and ”cool out” the horse by giving him water and walking him slowly around the immediate barn area for about an hour. Then I had to curry his hair and massage and bandage his legs before feeding him his noon meal. Then I had to clean all the equipment up and put it away. It was usually around 2pm by the time I would finish. Next was to get lunch at the “cook house” and try to get a few minutes of sleep, especially if you had to go to the track with a horse that was racing that night. A horse in the first race meant you started getting ready around 4:30pm. If your horse was in the last race you would start around 7:30pm and be done around 1:30am only to start all over again 4 hours later.
If neither of your horses was racing you could be asked to go to the “paddock” (where the hoses are staged before they race) to help one of the other grooms. That was a good deal because the “helper” got paid and the other didn’t. I looked forward to being asked. But, after about 5 weeks or so I was “promoted” in that I was now helping to warm up the horses that were racing. That meant I would get to go the “right way” around the track for either one or two of the three times the horses would warm up (or “practice”, like some of the owners would call it). It was exciting but it meant about $30 a week less for me. I would go out onto the racetrack and in front of all the bettors, go a couple of slow miles (about 45 minutes apart). When I did that I was living a fantasy. When I was finishing up I would imagine that I was crossing the finish line of an actual race.
A.J. had used Ed to help him for years and now I was being trained for that job. Ed, surprisingly, had no problem whatsoever with that. That’s what made our friendship so special. One of those jobs was to actually fill out the entry blanks for the horses that A.J. wanted to race. I’d run up to the track office before the daily deadline. I was a “new face“ and everybody wanted to know who I was. One of the first people I met was someone I’d seen around the Administration office at college. Pete was a full time employee at the school but was also the publicity director at the track during the Summer. We struck up a friendship right away. Every day, around 10:30am, after going up to the office I’d stop and say ”Hi“ to Pete. He proved to be a valuable friend.
The owners liked to have pictures of their horses, especially those taken during a race. Ordering them was time consuming and A.J. hated to waste the time doing it even though it was a necessary evil. I was a willing puppet. The track photographer was a gruff Canadian with a definite French accent. He went by the name of ”Red“ as, at one time, he had a crop of bright red hair. Red and I did not kick it off on the right foot. I guess it was because I was new to the business and hadn’t ”paid my dues“. In any case, that was a part of my job I did not relish.
It would be pointless to try and write about this Summer using a ”time line“ like I have been doing. I was far to busy to be able to try and remember what came first, second, etc. So what I’m going to do is to list five females that played a role in making it a very memorable Summer for me. Of course, there was Elle and also Joanne who you’ve already met. But the three others were Patricia (Pat), Alida and Tricia. I’ll write it so that each will be ”featured“ in a separate part.
To be continued...
Thursday, July 10, 2008
SIGNS OF SPRING... and better times (Part 32h)
The picture taking pretty much ended the day. We both had things that we HAD to do at home. As much as I would liked to have stayed forever, reality said we had to get going. I had suggested that Elle not put her bathing suit back on but she was concerned that her mother would notice and how would she be able to explain that. I, somewhat selfishly, suggested that she might want to pee before we left and she did, allowing me to watch but not touch. As bold as she’d been in stripping down to her panties she still wouldn’t get fully naked in front of me. So she, as expected (and I wanted), peed through her panties. She didn’t really want the pee in her bathing suit so we stuffed a few paper napkins between her wet panties and her suit when she put it back on. Since she had worn jeans over her suit the fact that the napkins showed didn’t matter.
Driving home I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I can tell you I was seriously doubting my decision to go work with the horses. But it’s amazing how fast things can turn around from good to bad. When we pulled into the driveway I saw my mother sitting on the steps to the back porch. That was NOT a good sign. She called us up to the house and once inside started in on me about our engagement. Of course I’d told Elle about the less than enthusiastic reception I’d gotten when I told my parents. Rather than go through all the stupid details, suffice it to say the problem had to do with the ”caste system“. My grandmother was unbelievably old school and the fact that Elle’s father had once worked for my grandfather made her ”inferior“ and not worthy to marry into the family. When we started dating my mother had been able to keep the situation under control by saying it was just infatuation and that I’d soon tire of Elle. An engagement announcement would show that it was more than infatuation. So, what she was proposing was for us to postpone the public announcement until she had time to ”massage’ the situation. Elle was definitely not happy but deferred to me. As far as the public was concerned I could care less. We agreed to talk with Elle’s mother and, since she was the one actually making the announcement, leave it up to her. WHEW!!!
It took a little persuasion but she agreed to it. Elle, on the other hand said she was going to wear the ring openly. By doing that she wasn’t going against what my mother had asked so she was OK with it. But, all these machinations had totally screwed things up as far as my plans for the evening were concerned. My grandparents were supposed to have come for supper but, because of the engagement thing ,my mother had canceled it. I knew I had to see them before I left and that meant a trip to their house. More time away from Elle!
Monetarily, it was worth it as my grandfather gave me some "insurance" money. Time wise it was costly. I didn’t get back to Elle’s house until probably around 10pm. The lights were out which meant her parents were in bed. That was good. But my “new” car had very loud mufflers and there was no way to quiet them down. I know that if we decided to go off in the car her parents would know and it was what might happen to Elle that made me suggest we just go for a walk. There was a community beach just down the road from Elle’s house. We seldom went there because it was usually occupied and also bordered by two houses. We were afraid that if we got “involved” and anyone saw us word would travel fast. But we headed there on this night.
There were two old logs that had washed up in one storm or another. People using the beach used them to sit on or, if they sat on the sand, as a backrest. We sat down, side by side until the few kids that were still there left. When we felt comfortable that there was no “life” at either of the houses Elle got up and sat on my knees, straddling them. She slid up as close as she could get to me and we just held each other. I don’t remember much if any conversation taking place. Even though we were facing each other, Elle had her head on my shoulder. In spite of the excitement of the afternoon, I was content to just sit there like that. I have no idea how long we sat there without moving. The first thing I noticed was a warm feeling on my inner thighs. It only took a second to know what was happening. But I didn’t say anything and Elle didn’t move. That sort of told me she didn’t even know she’d leaked and that was when I started to get hard. It was probably less then a minute before it got a whole lot warmer. I remember pulling her closer to me and when I did I woke her up. She realized immediately what was happening and tried to get up. I wouldn’t let her. She relaxed after a couple of half hearted tries and then I felt the rest of her pee flooding my groin area. I only had to move slightly before I came.
We sat there for a while longer before we made an effort to get up. I, of course, was a mess and the front of Elle’s skirt had gotten wet when I'd pulled her up close to me. If we’d been in front of my house I think we might’ve gone swimming, or at least gotten wet. But we headed for her house. When we said our “good nights”, it was pretty tame and I never even touched her wet panties. I’m not sure why. Once in bed I sure relived those two wonderful parts of our day together.
Elle helped me pack the car the next morning and with everybody around to wish me good luck we never really got any private time. I was probably halfway to the track before the melancholy of leaving her was replaced by the excitement of what I was about to do.
To be continued...
The picture taking pretty much ended the day. We both had things that we HAD to do at home. As much as I would liked to have stayed forever, reality said we had to get going. I had suggested that Elle not put her bathing suit back on but she was concerned that her mother would notice and how would she be able to explain that. I, somewhat selfishly, suggested that she might want to pee before we left and she did, allowing me to watch but not touch. As bold as she’d been in stripping down to her panties she still wouldn’t get fully naked in front of me. So she, as expected (and I wanted), peed through her panties. She didn’t really want the pee in her bathing suit so we stuffed a few paper napkins between her wet panties and her suit when she put it back on. Since she had worn jeans over her suit the fact that the napkins showed didn’t matter.
Driving home I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I can tell you I was seriously doubting my decision to go work with the horses. But it’s amazing how fast things can turn around from good to bad. When we pulled into the driveway I saw my mother sitting on the steps to the back porch. That was NOT a good sign. She called us up to the house and once inside started in on me about our engagement. Of course I’d told Elle about the less than enthusiastic reception I’d gotten when I told my parents. Rather than go through all the stupid details, suffice it to say the problem had to do with the ”caste system“. My grandmother was unbelievably old school and the fact that Elle’s father had once worked for my grandfather made her ”inferior“ and not worthy to marry into the family. When we started dating my mother had been able to keep the situation under control by saying it was just infatuation and that I’d soon tire of Elle. An engagement announcement would show that it was more than infatuation. So, what she was proposing was for us to postpone the public announcement until she had time to ”massage’ the situation. Elle was definitely not happy but deferred to me. As far as the public was concerned I could care less. We agreed to talk with Elle’s mother and, since she was the one actually making the announcement, leave it up to her. WHEW!!!
It took a little persuasion but she agreed to it. Elle, on the other hand said she was going to wear the ring openly. By doing that she wasn’t going against what my mother had asked so she was OK with it. But, all these machinations had totally screwed things up as far as my plans for the evening were concerned. My grandparents were supposed to have come for supper but, because of the engagement thing ,my mother had canceled it. I knew I had to see them before I left and that meant a trip to their house. More time away from Elle!
Monetarily, it was worth it as my grandfather gave me some "insurance" money. Time wise it was costly. I didn’t get back to Elle’s house until probably around 10pm. The lights were out which meant her parents were in bed. That was good. But my “new” car had very loud mufflers and there was no way to quiet them down. I know that if we decided to go off in the car her parents would know and it was what might happen to Elle that made me suggest we just go for a walk. There was a community beach just down the road from Elle’s house. We seldom went there because it was usually occupied and also bordered by two houses. We were afraid that if we got “involved” and anyone saw us word would travel fast. But we headed there on this night.
There were two old logs that had washed up in one storm or another. People using the beach used them to sit on or, if they sat on the sand, as a backrest. We sat down, side by side until the few kids that were still there left. When we felt comfortable that there was no “life” at either of the houses Elle got up and sat on my knees, straddling them. She slid up as close as she could get to me and we just held each other. I don’t remember much if any conversation taking place. Even though we were facing each other, Elle had her head on my shoulder. In spite of the excitement of the afternoon, I was content to just sit there like that. I have no idea how long we sat there without moving. The first thing I noticed was a warm feeling on my inner thighs. It only took a second to know what was happening. But I didn’t say anything and Elle didn’t move. That sort of told me she didn’t even know she’d leaked and that was when I started to get hard. It was probably less then a minute before it got a whole lot warmer. I remember pulling her closer to me and when I did I woke her up. She realized immediately what was happening and tried to get up. I wouldn’t let her. She relaxed after a couple of half hearted tries and then I felt the rest of her pee flooding my groin area. I only had to move slightly before I came.
We sat there for a while longer before we made an effort to get up. I, of course, was a mess and the front of Elle’s skirt had gotten wet when I'd pulled her up close to me. If we’d been in front of my house I think we might’ve gone swimming, or at least gotten wet. But we headed for her house. When we said our “good nights”, it was pretty tame and I never even touched her wet panties. I’m not sure why. Once in bed I sure relived those two wonderful parts of our day together.
Elle helped me pack the car the next morning and with everybody around to wish me good luck we never really got any private time. I was probably halfway to the track before the melancholy of leaving her was replaced by the excitement of what I was about to do.
To be continued...
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
SIGNS OF SPRING... and better times (Part 32g)
Another thing I had to do while I was home was buy some clothes to work in. Because Elle and I had been running around, separately, trying to get things taken care of, I invited her to go with me just to have some time with her. One thing we both missed while at school was seeing the water. The nearest town that had enough of a variety of clothes wasn’t all that far from the ocean. Elle, knowing that, asked if I wanted to drive over when I finished getting my clothes. I didn't jump at the suggestion but did agree to go. She said we could make it a picnic. I didn’t have enough nerve to say that wasn’t what I was thinking of because I wanted our last full day together to go as smoothly as possible. She put together some sandwiches, fruit and a thermos of lemonade, grabbed a blanket and then we were off.
Since it was early June, the influx of tourists had not begun and we were able to find a secluded place in amongst the dunes. Elle had quietly grabbed her portable radio and when I saw it told me it wasn’t an ”official picnic“ without a portable radio. I was shocked when Elle started disrobing until I realized that she had her bathing suit on under her clothes. That disappointed me. I didn’t say anything though, vowing not to ruin our last day. I needn't have worried.
She explained that it wouldn’t be any fun ”going to the beach“ if she wasn’t in a bathing suit. I’d not seen this one before. It was a dark blue, form fitting, one piece suit and completely different from any I’d ever seen on her before. When asked about it she said when she put on one of her old suits in a required swim class at college she’d been teased. One of her roommates gave her this one and that’s where it came from. One thing I liked and that was that it didn’t leave anything to the imagination when it came to her shape.
As soon as she’d stripped and gotten the blanket arranged she wanted to run down to the water. Another reason we’d chosen a place up by the dunes was so we were out of the wind and blowing sand so it was a fair ways to the ocean. The waves at the ocean are a lot different than the ones on the bay where we lived. Even though the wind was blowing off shore there were still large swells that rolled softly onto the beach. As soon as we got to the water’s edge Elle ran in. I, wearing long pants, stayed on shore trying to roll the legs up a ways. Elle came back to get me and we started walking along the water’s edge, dodging the swells as we went. Elle saw something in the sand and bent over to pick it up. When she did I thought I saw a wisp of white peek out from under her suit on her right cheek. She didn’t stay down long enough for me to really see anything but it had my curiosity. I was hungry and finally persuaded her to go back to our things. On the way she, again, spied something in the sand. This time I got a much better look as she bent over and this time it was white peeking out from under her suit on both cheeks. I wanted to ask her what was up with that but kept my mouth closed, hoping that I’d see more while we were eating.
My wish came true. She ended up sitting, yoga style, across from me and this time I saw white peeking out from both sides of the crotch of her suit. It took all my will power to keep from asking about it. When we finished eating she said she wanted to start on her tan and proceeded roll over and to lie on her back. I hadn’t planned on spending the whole afternoon there but, again, didn’t want to say something to upset her and possibly make our last day unpleasurable. I took off my shirt and lay, face up, next to her. As tired as I was and as warm as it was I was asleep in minutes.
I felt something around my waist and opened my eyes. I don’t really know how to describe my initial thoughts as I looked up at Elle who was standing over me and trying to undo my belt and pants. The way she was standing had her blocking the direct sun from my eyes but it was still overly bright as I looked up at her. There was something wrong! I didn’t see the dark blue of her bathing suit. What I saw was her uncovered breasts, swaying gently, about 6 or 7 inches from my face. As I looked a little bit lower I saw the unmistakable white of her panties. I don’t think I’ve ever woken up faster in my life.
She had loosened my pants enough for her to begin to pull them down and I assisted her by raising my butt off the blanket. When they were down by my calves she backed up to pull them off all the way. That gave me my first daylight look at almost all of her. With the sun directly behind her it was hard to see all the ”details“. Freed from my pants I immediately got up and grabbed her to kiss her. At that particular time in my life I was wearing boxer shorts. As you know, they offer no resistance to a hard on. Here we were, almost naked, hugging and kissing each other on a deserted (as far as we knew) beach. A fantasy? NO! It was real.
I know you want to know the juicy details of what happened next... but... you do have to remember our ”close call“ back during the Winter. As hard as it was for us, we did. But we did manage to have some real fun.
Elle had woken up first and knew she needed to pee soon. She got the idea to take off her suit and was going to pee through her panties along side the blanket. Seeing me sleeping there she got the idea to wake me up so I could enjoy it as well. And enjoy it I did. If there was a bad part it was she wouldn’t let me ”visit“ inside her panties. Rubbing outside was OK and I was happy, but not satisfied, with that. We ended up lying side by side and ”playing“, gently, with each other’s sensitive parts. It was fun but still very frustrating.
Elle was, as you’ve probably seen, not a chance taker. I couldn’t get over the fact that she’d stripped to nothing but her panties, in public, and out in broad daylight to boot. I sort of rationalized it by the fact that we hadn’t seen another person the whole time we were there. But, to put the icing on the cake, the biggest surprise was when she reached into the bag that had contained our food and pulled out her little Brownie camera.
It became quickly obvious that she’d pretty much planned the whole day. As modest and demure as she was she’d decided that I should have some ”nice“ pictures of her to have with me while I was away. Initially I thought she might let me take one or two. I think I got seven... and they were good, especially for only a tiny little Kodak Brownie camera.
To be continued...
Sunday, July 06, 2008
SIGNS OF SPRING... and better times (Part 32f)
Time flies when you’re having fun, or so they say. I don’t know how long our "conversation” took but never once did Elle bring up the subject of needing a bathroom even though she had originally gotten up to go there. When we stood up to give each other a big kiss and hug I honestly don’t know when the “flood” started but I could hear her pee splashing on the concrete steps. She never let go of me or stopped kissing. It was certainly a unique situation. As I remember it, my thoughts were only on one thing and that was that Elle had accepted the idea of us being apart for the Summer without a fuss. I’d worked myself up to a point that I was sure there would be a “scene“, but it wasn’t to be. I have no idea how long we stood there kissing before Elle finally pulled away. I do remember she had a somewhat sheepish grin on her face and said something about being a bad girl. That brought me back to the present and looking at the puddle beneath her did excite me. Other than her socks being wet there was no evidence on her clothes. We picked up our books and headed back to the Sorority.
I don’t remember any conversation taking place concerning her ”accident“. I do remember us deciding that I wouldn’t come over the next weekend though. With exams less than two weeks away Elle didn’t want any distractions, even though I wouldn’t see her until we got home. I thought that with this new twist and the fact that I wouldn’t see her very much until we got back to school she would relent but she didn't. That put a little damper on my euphoria and I don’t remember much happening, other than studying, the rest of the afternoon.
At midnight, the day before final exams started, was the time for ”The Call“, where our poker group disbanded and everybody had to pay up. I knew I was in good shape but until all the chits were tallied I didn’t know by how much. One of the group, Rodger, was a nice guy but not all that bright. We pretty much knew he was the big looser but had no idea it was as bad as it was. Even though it had been a penny ante game we didn’t have limits on raising and Rodger got caught time and time again. Around the table it ended up that he owed over $300. That, in 1957, was a LOT of money! When the individual tally was made known, he owed me over $125. That left him owing over $175 to all the others. He just shook his head and threw the keys to his car on the table.
I had coveted his car right from the first time I saw it. It was a 1951 Mercury two door sedan with some custom work and multiple carburators. I know, for sure, that my brain wasn’t connected to my mouth because I told him I’d take the car and pay off all the others if that was OK by him. I had no idea what the car was worth or, more importantly, where I was going to come up with roughly $175 before exams were over but I had a handshake deal on the car.
Sometimes help appears from out of nowhere. When I called to tell my father that I was definitely going to work with the horses that Summer he asked if I would be willing to sell my car to my brother. He had just turned 16 and had just gotten his license. My father was concerned that my car was somewhat at risk to be on the road for long distances and, since my brother wouldn’t be going all that far, it was a good fit for him. I couldn’t believe it. My money problem was solved without me doing anything. Without telling him the source of my new car I told him that I had a replacement in mind. It was truly a miracle.
Originally, the only reason I had to go home after exams was to pick up my car for the Summer (and to see Elle). Now, with a car at hand, I came up with an idea that would give me more time with Elle. We'd both had to find and pay for rides to get home and now, with me having a car, we could both save money and I could be with her on the drive home. Exams couldn’t be over fast enough!
It was a good thing Elle had made me study when we had been together because any chance I had for passing had to be due to that. Knowing that she was finished her exams the day before I was was disconcerting to me for some reason. I rushed through the last exam and took off well before the time limit was up. I was packed and ready to go and, when I arrived at Elle’s sorority, so was she. It was about a seven hour trip and because we left Elle’s school about mid afternoon it put us at the city just after rush hour. I made two stops for Elle before we got there and she did have on a ”package“ just in case. Her improved ”holding” ability was evident because she was still dry when we pulled into her driveway. I had no problems with my “new” car so, all in all it was a good trip. The only thing was that I had to turn around and head back in a day and a half.
There were a lot of things we had to accomplish in the short time I was to be home. Telling her parents we were engaged was probably the easiest. Telling mine was a little more difficult. I won’t waste time in explaining why but “take it to the bank“ when I say it was. Another thing was getting squared away with the racecar. Cliff, the driver, had secured a sponsorship that gave us enough money to buy a competitive racecar. But, with me not going to be around meant not being able to count on me for money when he needed it. For the first Summer in my memory, my brother was going to home and not at either a camp or Summer school. I approached him about ”buying“ my share of the car. He didn’t have any money but, knowing that he had our father wrapped around his finger, I told him to ask him. Long story short, my father said yes. I didn’t get anything (think $$) but at least I was released from having to pay any money out during the racing season. Truthfully, I was pissed!. Now my brother had not only a street car but also a racecar and he hadn’t put any of his own money into either. But I didn't dwell on it.
To be continued...
Time flies when you’re having fun, or so they say. I don’t know how long our "conversation” took but never once did Elle bring up the subject of needing a bathroom even though she had originally gotten up to go there. When we stood up to give each other a big kiss and hug I honestly don’t know when the “flood” started but I could hear her pee splashing on the concrete steps. She never let go of me or stopped kissing. It was certainly a unique situation. As I remember it, my thoughts were only on one thing and that was that Elle had accepted the idea of us being apart for the Summer without a fuss. I’d worked myself up to a point that I was sure there would be a “scene“, but it wasn’t to be. I have no idea how long we stood there kissing before Elle finally pulled away. I do remember she had a somewhat sheepish grin on her face and said something about being a bad girl. That brought me back to the present and looking at the puddle beneath her did excite me. Other than her socks being wet there was no evidence on her clothes. We picked up our books and headed back to the Sorority.
I don’t remember any conversation taking place concerning her ”accident“. I do remember us deciding that I wouldn’t come over the next weekend though. With exams less than two weeks away Elle didn’t want any distractions, even though I wouldn’t see her until we got home. I thought that with this new twist and the fact that I wouldn’t see her very much until we got back to school she would relent but she didn't. That put a little damper on my euphoria and I don’t remember much happening, other than studying, the rest of the afternoon.
At midnight, the day before final exams started, was the time for ”The Call“, where our poker group disbanded and everybody had to pay up. I knew I was in good shape but until all the chits were tallied I didn’t know by how much. One of the group, Rodger, was a nice guy but not all that bright. We pretty much knew he was the big looser but had no idea it was as bad as it was. Even though it had been a penny ante game we didn’t have limits on raising and Rodger got caught time and time again. Around the table it ended up that he owed over $300. That, in 1957, was a LOT of money! When the individual tally was made known, he owed me over $125. That left him owing over $175 to all the others. He just shook his head and threw the keys to his car on the table.
I had coveted his car right from the first time I saw it. It was a 1951 Mercury two door sedan with some custom work and multiple carburators. I know, for sure, that my brain wasn’t connected to my mouth because I told him I’d take the car and pay off all the others if that was OK by him. I had no idea what the car was worth or, more importantly, where I was going to come up with roughly $175 before exams were over but I had a handshake deal on the car.
Sometimes help appears from out of nowhere. When I called to tell my father that I was definitely going to work with the horses that Summer he asked if I would be willing to sell my car to my brother. He had just turned 16 and had just gotten his license. My father was concerned that my car was somewhat at risk to be on the road for long distances and, since my brother wouldn’t be going all that far, it was a good fit for him. I couldn’t believe it. My money problem was solved without me doing anything. Without telling him the source of my new car I told him that I had a replacement in mind. It was truly a miracle.
Originally, the only reason I had to go home after exams was to pick up my car for the Summer (and to see Elle). Now, with a car at hand, I came up with an idea that would give me more time with Elle. We'd both had to find and pay for rides to get home and now, with me having a car, we could both save money and I could be with her on the drive home. Exams couldn’t be over fast enough!
It was a good thing Elle had made me study when we had been together because any chance I had for passing had to be due to that. Knowing that she was finished her exams the day before I was was disconcerting to me for some reason. I rushed through the last exam and took off well before the time limit was up. I was packed and ready to go and, when I arrived at Elle’s sorority, so was she. It was about a seven hour trip and because we left Elle’s school about mid afternoon it put us at the city just after rush hour. I made two stops for Elle before we got there and she did have on a ”package“ just in case. Her improved ”holding” ability was evident because she was still dry when we pulled into her driveway. I had no problems with my “new” car so, all in all it was a good trip. The only thing was that I had to turn around and head back in a day and a half.
There were a lot of things we had to accomplish in the short time I was to be home. Telling her parents we were engaged was probably the easiest. Telling mine was a little more difficult. I won’t waste time in explaining why but “take it to the bank“ when I say it was. Another thing was getting squared away with the racecar. Cliff, the driver, had secured a sponsorship that gave us enough money to buy a competitive racecar. But, with me not going to be around meant not being able to count on me for money when he needed it. For the first Summer in my memory, my brother was going to home and not at either a camp or Summer school. I approached him about ”buying“ my share of the car. He didn’t have any money but, knowing that he had our father wrapped around his finger, I told him to ask him. Long story short, my father said yes. I didn’t get anything (think $$) but at least I was released from having to pay any money out during the racing season. Truthfully, I was pissed!. Now my brother had not only a street car but also a racecar and he hadn’t put any of his own money into either. But I didn't dwell on it.
To be continued...
Thursday, July 03, 2008
SIGNS OF SPRING... and better times (Part 32e)
The one thing that I did know and that was that I was very cold. The ambient temperature by the lake was probably around 70 but, the further up the stream (we were actually walking up a gorge by then) we walked the cooler it got. Of course, when you have wet clothes on and a breeze blows by it makes you even cooler, and that was my state at that time. I would’ve gladly gone back to the lake at that time but Elle really wanted to see the waterfall. We walked about 10 minutes and by then the walls of the gorge were closing in on us. The path got narrower and there was definitely a breeze blowing past us. We could hear the roar of the falls and the girls said they felt like a fine mist on their arms and legs. The path made a jog to the right and got very narrow. It looked like a boulder had fallen on the path. At that point we knew the falls were right there. But, the mist could now be visably seen blowing past the boulder and the girls stopped, not sure if they wanted to get wet. Already wet, I volunteered to go out to look. The water was falling about 130 feet and landing into a natural pool. The force of the water from the falls hitting the pool was what created the mist. I called the girls to come out to take a look. Elle’s friends wanted to get closer but Elle wanted no part of it. That surprised me. The two of us ducked back behind the boulder and I asked what was wrong. Because the path was so narrow there we were actually semi blocking the path either to or from the falls. Elle led the way back to a place where we weren’t in the way. I was still curious as to why she didn’t want to go on. She, using her eyes, got me to look at her crotch. I knew immediately.
We made our way back to the lake with me trying to block anyone from seeing what was, this time, obvious. When we had stepped out from behind the boulder and seen the action of the water it triggered a reaction on her part. When we got back to about the place where I had my issues with Lois we were able to step off the path and had a little privacy. As opposed to the situation earlier, this time the wetness was obvious and, with enough light, you could actually see the yellowish tinge to it.
My mind was constricted at that point. I was cold enough to be shaking and very uncomfortable yet I was concerned about Elle and her potential embarrassment. When we got back to the picnic area I was surprised to see that many of the people had left. I knew I wanted to get my shirt off and into the sun to get warm but I also knew we better get a ride locked up before it was too late. I hated to have Elle walking around like that but I didn’t really know that many people, especially those with cars. She wasn’t happy about it but was a “trooper“ and secured us a ride. What was interesting about that was the girl who offered the ride noticed Elle’s ”spot“ and commented (to Elle) that she’d also been ”caught short“ that day. I was sort of upset with Elle because she didn’t tell me about it until later that evening. At least, for Elle, hearing the other girl admit she too had a problem helped temper her embarrassment.
Other planned Sorority activities that evening prevented me from discussing my Summer plans with Elle. I wanted to be alone with her and wanted her complete attention when I told her. That meant I had to do it on Sunday. Because we’d been doing Sorority activities on Saturday we hadn’t studied at all. Elle had it in her mind that we’d spend most of our time together on Sunday, studying. That made my task even more difficult. I’d gotten it in my mind to go to ”The Pines“, the treed area next to the football stadium to talk with her. Elle would have none of it, knowing how easily it was to be tempted by things other than studying. We compromised and settled on the stadium itself. She knew there would be people coming and going all the time to keep me/us from getting ”off topic“. Worst case was that I'd get a couple of "free shows".
Even though I was turning pages in one of my texts I wasn’t concentrating. I kept going over my ”pitch“ to her on why staying and working with the horses was really a smart thing to do. When Elle said she wanted to go to the SU to use the bathroom I started talking. (Now I don’t want you to think that the subject had never come up. I just never focused on it. Ever since our ”close call“ during the Winter where I’d contacted my Grandfather’s trainer about a job, it was a topic that lay just beneath the surface. I’d mention it, on a very casual basis, and we’d end up ”dancing“ around it.) Elle stood up and I grabbed her hand and told her I needed to talk to her. She sat down and I started in. I’d pretty much polished my ”speech“ so it flowed rather easily. I watched Elle’s eyes the whole time and had expected a negative reaction. When I pretty much finished up she said something along the lines of ”What took you so long to tell me?“ and with a smile on her face. That blew me away.
The long and short of it was that she had pretty much figured it out on her own. We had a very good talk and everything was positive. She agreed with my thinking and said it was far better to find out if training and racing horses was my ”thing“ before we got married. When the subject of marriage came up I told her I thought it was time to make our engagement public. She, faithfully, wore the ring every time we were together and I figured this would be a good time to do it and bring it out in the open. We decided to do it as soon as we got home.
To be continued...
The one thing that I did know and that was that I was very cold. The ambient temperature by the lake was probably around 70 but, the further up the stream (we were actually walking up a gorge by then) we walked the cooler it got. Of course, when you have wet clothes on and a breeze blows by it makes you even cooler, and that was my state at that time. I would’ve gladly gone back to the lake at that time but Elle really wanted to see the waterfall. We walked about 10 minutes and by then the walls of the gorge were closing in on us. The path got narrower and there was definitely a breeze blowing past us. We could hear the roar of the falls and the girls said they felt like a fine mist on their arms and legs. The path made a jog to the right and got very narrow. It looked like a boulder had fallen on the path. At that point we knew the falls were right there. But, the mist could now be visably seen blowing past the boulder and the girls stopped, not sure if they wanted to get wet. Already wet, I volunteered to go out to look. The water was falling about 130 feet and landing into a natural pool. The force of the water from the falls hitting the pool was what created the mist. I called the girls to come out to take a look. Elle’s friends wanted to get closer but Elle wanted no part of it. That surprised me. The two of us ducked back behind the boulder and I asked what was wrong. Because the path was so narrow there we were actually semi blocking the path either to or from the falls. Elle led the way back to a place where we weren’t in the way. I was still curious as to why she didn’t want to go on. She, using her eyes, got me to look at her crotch. I knew immediately.
We made our way back to the lake with me trying to block anyone from seeing what was, this time, obvious. When we had stepped out from behind the boulder and seen the action of the water it triggered a reaction on her part. When we got back to about the place where I had my issues with Lois we were able to step off the path and had a little privacy. As opposed to the situation earlier, this time the wetness was obvious and, with enough light, you could actually see the yellowish tinge to it.
My mind was constricted at that point. I was cold enough to be shaking and very uncomfortable yet I was concerned about Elle and her potential embarrassment. When we got back to the picnic area I was surprised to see that many of the people had left. I knew I wanted to get my shirt off and into the sun to get warm but I also knew we better get a ride locked up before it was too late. I hated to have Elle walking around like that but I didn’t really know that many people, especially those with cars. She wasn’t happy about it but was a “trooper“ and secured us a ride. What was interesting about that was the girl who offered the ride noticed Elle’s ”spot“ and commented (to Elle) that she’d also been ”caught short“ that day. I was sort of upset with Elle because she didn’t tell me about it until later that evening. At least, for Elle, hearing the other girl admit she too had a problem helped temper her embarrassment.
Other planned Sorority activities that evening prevented me from discussing my Summer plans with Elle. I wanted to be alone with her and wanted her complete attention when I told her. That meant I had to do it on Sunday. Because we’d been doing Sorority activities on Saturday we hadn’t studied at all. Elle had it in her mind that we’d spend most of our time together on Sunday, studying. That made my task even more difficult. I’d gotten it in my mind to go to ”The Pines“, the treed area next to the football stadium to talk with her. Elle would have none of it, knowing how easily it was to be tempted by things other than studying. We compromised and settled on the stadium itself. She knew there would be people coming and going all the time to keep me/us from getting ”off topic“. Worst case was that I'd get a couple of "free shows".
Even though I was turning pages in one of my texts I wasn’t concentrating. I kept going over my ”pitch“ to her on why staying and working with the horses was really a smart thing to do. When Elle said she wanted to go to the SU to use the bathroom I started talking. (Now I don’t want you to think that the subject had never come up. I just never focused on it. Ever since our ”close call“ during the Winter where I’d contacted my Grandfather’s trainer about a job, it was a topic that lay just beneath the surface. I’d mention it, on a very casual basis, and we’d end up ”dancing“ around it.) Elle stood up and I grabbed her hand and told her I needed to talk to her. She sat down and I started in. I’d pretty much polished my ”speech“ so it flowed rather easily. I watched Elle’s eyes the whole time and had expected a negative reaction. When I pretty much finished up she said something along the lines of ”What took you so long to tell me?“ and with a smile on her face. That blew me away.
The long and short of it was that she had pretty much figured it out on her own. We had a very good talk and everything was positive. She agreed with my thinking and said it was far better to find out if training and racing horses was my ”thing“ before we got married. When the subject of marriage came up I told her I thought it was time to make our engagement public. She, faithfully, wore the ring every time we were together and I figured this would be a good time to do it and bring it out in the open. We decided to do it as soon as we got home.
To be continued...
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