THE REST OF THE FALL SEASON... fairly quiet (Part 39b)
It had been a while since I’d been over to see Elle and thought it would be a good idea to stop at my friend Donnie’s house to let his mother know that I’d be staying there that night. When I walked in she almost didn’t recognize me. Of course I had to explain what had happened to me. It took longer than I expected but the one thing my stopping to see her gained was that she insisted that I sleep in a bed rather than a chair or on the sofa like I usually did. She showed me which one and, just like a mother, told me not to be out too late.
There weren’t as many cars on the hill as usual. There were about five spaces which really gave a good view of the whole town. We got one of those and settled in for some serious ”snuggling“. Elle had used the ladies room when we left the Restaurant and I hadn’t thought about it until we got the car parked. When she lay across my lap and I put my hand up between her legs I was surprised that not only was she wearing a ”package“ but also had a pair of the full plastic panties on over it. When I asked her about it she told me to be patient. I didn’t know exactly what she meant. I don’t know how long I waited before she got up on her knees. Then she just sat there on the calves of her legs for a few minutes looking at me with a sort of smile. Then she lay back down across my lap again. When I put my hand between her legs I could feel the warmth through the plastic. She’d pee’d into her package!. I was totally confused!
The way she explained it was that she’d never been comfortable when she had to pee outside when we were parked on the hill, what with all the other cars around. With colder weather coming she wasn’t sure what she’d be willing to do. Having a few weeks to think about it she decided she’d ”experiment“ by doing what she’d just done. As I listened to her it made sense as far as taking care of the pee but what was I/we to do then. After a few seconds she started to laugh... and so did I.
Then we came up with a plan of attack for at least that night. Surprisingly, she still had on the nylon panties that she’d worn during the day so I asked her if she thought she could get her fingers hooked into the two pair of cotton panties and the plastic ones all at once. She had to struggle a bit but finally was able to do it. With a towel under her she slid the ”package“ down her legs and off. Once they were out of the way we went back to our usual position... and some ”enjoyment”. The trouble was that she didn’t want me to get too “excited“. In spite of my protestations that I felt fine she would only let me rub her panties and ”visit“ inside them for a few seconds at a time. Needless to say it was disappointing to me. To top it off she insisted that I get her back to the sorority around 10pm so that I wouldn’t get ”overtired“.
When I got back to Danny’s house his mother was still up. That was another first. I usually got there so late she would be in bed. Now, as I remember it, I didn’t feel all that tired. But Mrs C insisted that I have some tea with honey and that would be good for me. I looked at myself in the mirror each morning and knew that I pretty gaunt but it was starting to become a complex what with almost everybody wanting to take care of me. Of course I adhered to her wishes. I ended up with one of Danny’s brother’s beds and he was assigned to the couch. I tried to protest but she wouldn’t hear of it. I will admit the bed was better than the couch.
As I remember it nothing memorable happened on Sunday. The most exciting thing was in getting the "package" with the wet panties back into the house without being seen. We spent most of the day at the sorority which meant that being up close and personal was not really possible. In fact, nothing much happened over the next few weeks.
Elle’s period arrived the week following my visit and that was welcomed by both of us. Even though we thought that we were ”safe“ on that memorable weekend it was nice to have it confirmed. I was definitely feeling stronger but didn’t come over to see Elle until Saturday. I remember it being especially cold and windy and not bringing a warm enough coat. Because of that we decided not to go out that night. A number of the girls and their dates also felt the same. With permission from Mrs M, we all went downstairs to the ”game room“ and hung out there. It was pretty tame and boring but I looked at it as better than freezing or being alone. When it was time to go I wasn’t looking forward to the trip back to my car. As usual it was parked on the street leading up to the campus. Even though I was jogging I was looking for a way to short circuit the trip. I remembered the stairway up to the street. When I got to the sorority where I'd seen it I remember jogging right up the driveway of the adjoining house, hoping to find a break in the hedge that separated the two yards. There was a carriage house (garage) in both back yards but the one in the yard of the sorority had a light on the back of it. I was almost all the way to the back when I saw the light shining through the hedge. I got lucky as there was place where some bushes had died and there was enough room for me to squeeze through. All I was thinking about was getting to my car. I saw the stairs and was actually on the first step when I saw something white over my shoulder. I stopped and there, within a few feet, were two pair of panties hanging on a clothesline. I know I was shaking from the cold by then but I just had to go over to look at them. I didn’t even think about the possibility of someone from the sorority seeing me. As I approached I saw something I’d never seen before. Even with the wind blowing them about I could clearly see that the crotch was different. It wasn’t rounded like all the others that I’d seen but had a diamond shape to it. For a second I thought they were cotton because it appeared that they had a band leg like the ones Elle wore. But I was wrong. I grabbed the first ones and found they were nylon. I looked closely at what I thought were band legs and found they were actually faux band legs and that there was elastic at the openings. I knew right then and there that they (both) were going into my pocket.
To be continued...
Monday, January 26, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
THE REST OF THE FALL SEASON... fairly quiet (Part 39a)
I did not realize how much the pneumonia took out of me. As I tried to get back to doing normal things I found myself continuing to get tired. I was eating well but not gaining weight. My first day back at classes was brutal. By my last class I was exhausted. I called Mrs T and apologized for not being able to come and do the pie deliveries. I even went back to the infirmary around mid week to find out if I was still sick. The doctor told me that it was fairly common but the fact that I was so thin to begin with and had lost weight was the real reason. My goal for the week was to be able to get over to see Elle. On Friday, after supper, I went back to my room and went to sleep wanting to be as strong as possible for going to see Elle. I was awake before dawn but I waited until after eating a good, big breakfast before leaving. I felt good... and excited.
I ended up parking on the side street that ran up the hill to the campus. As I’ve mentioned, it actually ran off at at angle from the street that Elle’s sorority and other sororities and fraternities were located. As I walked down the hill I saw the stairway down into one of the yards that I'd seen in an earlier visit. I remembered that it appeared that it led down to the back yard of one of the sororities. I thought to myself that it would be a good short cut both going to and coming from Elle’s sorority. When I got down to the bottom of the hill and started walking towards Elle’s, I confirmed that it was in the back yard of the sorority closest to town. I wondered if I could use them some night to save about five or six minutes of time. While I was checking it out I took a look at the adjoining property. The driveways for each were side by side and separated by a boxwood hedge. I stored it in my memory bank for future reference.
I had to wait over an hour for Elle to get back from her classes. She must’ve told everybody that I’d been sick because almost everybody that saw me came over and said how good it was to see me again. I was a bit embarrassed but it did make me feel good. Even Mrs M, the housemother came over and she surprised me by inviting me for lunch. THAT, I was told, was a first! When I first saw Elle she was with some other girls and as much as I wanted to go up and hug and kiss her, I couldn’t. I had to wait until later.
I really didn’t have a “plan” for our afternoon because I wanted to see how I felt. Elle helped me make the decision by telling me she’d promised to help one of her roommates finish a project. She said it wouldn’t take long and we could all go down to the “game room” in the basement. Even though I felt good I actually fell asleep while they were working. It was mid afternoon when I woke up and I found Elle sitting beside me, reading. There was nobody else there which, for a Saturday, was rare. It was the last home football game and a lot of the girls had gone. Even though Elle didn’t really like to “snuggle” down there she did on this occasion. It had been three weeks since we’d had that wonderful weekend. She lay across my lap on her right side. After a nice long kiss I slid my hand up under hes skirt and between her legs. We’d done this so many times up in the Student Union lounge we had it figured out so that if someone walked in on us they wouldn’t really know where my hand was. She would prop her left leg up against my shoulder and then “tent” her skirt so as to hide my arm. I had hoped that she’d be wearing just nylon panties and I was pleased that she had. The only problem was that she wouldn’t let me inside the leg openings of her panties. I reminded myself to just have patience.
Even with that bit of disappointment it was nice to hold her close to me and to feel her body next to mine. We stayed that way until we heard some voices. Elle popped up and told me she’d be right back. I guessed that it was time for a bathroom break for her and was right. Having that nap really revived me. When it was time for supper I was hungry. I won’t say I was ‘flush“ with money but having done absolutely nothing for two weeks meant I had more money than was usual. I offered to take her to the Sugar Bowl which I knew she liked. Then it was my plan that after we ate we’d go park on the hill looking down at the town.
It turned out the Sugar Bowl looked to be a bad idea. With the football game there were a lot more people in town than usual, especially for a Saturday night. We walked in to find a line of people waiting to be seated. We were just about to walk out when one of Elle’s roommates from the previous year, Dee, saw us and told us we could eat with her and her boyfriend. Dee was like so many of the girls in Elle’s sorority, sort of plain looking and with a bland personality. I hadn’t seen (or noticed) her all Fall. The one thing I remembered from the previous year was that I could usually see a good VPL even when she wore a skirt. She liked straight skirts and they were always tight. Even when she wore wool slacks I could see the indentations where the leg elastics of her panties were. It was a pretty boring time so some of my thoughts during the meal were on just what kind of panties she wore.
To be continued...
I did not realize how much the pneumonia took out of me. As I tried to get back to doing normal things I found myself continuing to get tired. I was eating well but not gaining weight. My first day back at classes was brutal. By my last class I was exhausted. I called Mrs T and apologized for not being able to come and do the pie deliveries. I even went back to the infirmary around mid week to find out if I was still sick. The doctor told me that it was fairly common but the fact that I was so thin to begin with and had lost weight was the real reason. My goal for the week was to be able to get over to see Elle. On Friday, after supper, I went back to my room and went to sleep wanting to be as strong as possible for going to see Elle. I was awake before dawn but I waited until after eating a good, big breakfast before leaving. I felt good... and excited.
I ended up parking on the side street that ran up the hill to the campus. As I’ve mentioned, it actually ran off at at angle from the street that Elle’s sorority and other sororities and fraternities were located. As I walked down the hill I saw the stairway down into one of the yards that I'd seen in an earlier visit. I remembered that it appeared that it led down to the back yard of one of the sororities. I thought to myself that it would be a good short cut both going to and coming from Elle’s sorority. When I got down to the bottom of the hill and started walking towards Elle’s, I confirmed that it was in the back yard of the sorority closest to town. I wondered if I could use them some night to save about five or six minutes of time. While I was checking it out I took a look at the adjoining property. The driveways for each were side by side and separated by a boxwood hedge. I stored it in my memory bank for future reference.
I had to wait over an hour for Elle to get back from her classes. She must’ve told everybody that I’d been sick because almost everybody that saw me came over and said how good it was to see me again. I was a bit embarrassed but it did make me feel good. Even Mrs M, the housemother came over and she surprised me by inviting me for lunch. THAT, I was told, was a first! When I first saw Elle she was with some other girls and as much as I wanted to go up and hug and kiss her, I couldn’t. I had to wait until later.
I really didn’t have a “plan” for our afternoon because I wanted to see how I felt. Elle helped me make the decision by telling me she’d promised to help one of her roommates finish a project. She said it wouldn’t take long and we could all go down to the “game room” in the basement. Even though I felt good I actually fell asleep while they were working. It was mid afternoon when I woke up and I found Elle sitting beside me, reading. There was nobody else there which, for a Saturday, was rare. It was the last home football game and a lot of the girls had gone. Even though Elle didn’t really like to “snuggle” down there she did on this occasion. It had been three weeks since we’d had that wonderful weekend. She lay across my lap on her right side. After a nice long kiss I slid my hand up under hes skirt and between her legs. We’d done this so many times up in the Student Union lounge we had it figured out so that if someone walked in on us they wouldn’t really know where my hand was. She would prop her left leg up against my shoulder and then “tent” her skirt so as to hide my arm. I had hoped that she’d be wearing just nylon panties and I was pleased that she had. The only problem was that she wouldn’t let me inside the leg openings of her panties. I reminded myself to just have patience.
Even with that bit of disappointment it was nice to hold her close to me and to feel her body next to mine. We stayed that way until we heard some voices. Elle popped up and told me she’d be right back. I guessed that it was time for a bathroom break for her and was right. Having that nap really revived me. When it was time for supper I was hungry. I won’t say I was ‘flush“ with money but having done absolutely nothing for two weeks meant I had more money than was usual. I offered to take her to the Sugar Bowl which I knew she liked. Then it was my plan that after we ate we’d go park on the hill looking down at the town.
It turned out the Sugar Bowl looked to be a bad idea. With the football game there were a lot more people in town than usual, especially for a Saturday night. We walked in to find a line of people waiting to be seated. We were just about to walk out when one of Elle’s roommates from the previous year, Dee, saw us and told us we could eat with her and her boyfriend. Dee was like so many of the girls in Elle’s sorority, sort of plain looking and with a bland personality. I hadn’t seen (or noticed) her all Fall. The one thing I remembered from the previous year was that I could usually see a good VPL even when she wore a skirt. She liked straight skirts and they were always tight. Even when she wore wool slacks I could see the indentations where the leg elastics of her panties were. It was a pretty boring time so some of my thoughts during the meal were on just what kind of panties she wore.
To be continued...
Monday, January 19, 2009
AUTUMN... anything but dull (Part 38k)
Other than that little bright spot the rest of the day was pretty boring. I made it through by planning for the next day and my ”attack“ on Joanne’s panty drawer. It couldn’t come soon enough. I was excited enough to have a wet dream that night and the realization of that was very embarrassing. So much so that I couldn’t get back to sleep after discovering it. I heard the T’s in the bathroom and then had to impatiently wait for daylight. I was actually a little early. Because it was dark when they all went downstairs the shades were still down. That is, all but the one in the hall. I didn’t dare turn on a light so I had to wait until there was a little more daylight. I knew exactly which drawer was the target and I swear I could hear my heart pounding when I finally pulled it open.
It was like nothing had changed since the last time I’d peeked inside. There was no order to anything. Socks, bras and panties all mixed together. I rooted through the pile on the right and pulled out a few panties and stepped into the hall and to the window. They were all white and well worn as the waist elastics were stretched. I was disappointed. When I’d seen them on the washline they looked fine. I retreated back into the room and grabbed another pile from the other side of the drawer. There were two pair and these were both cotton. They were in much better shape but the labels didn’t tell me anything other than they were 100% cotton and were size 5. More disappointment. I gave up and went back down the hall. Just as I was about to turn into my room I decided to turn right and into the other sister’s room. I really wasn’t expecting much when I pulled the drawer open that I knew held her panties, at least when I’d stayed there. The piles were orderly even though there didn’t appear to be as much stuff as the last time I’d ”peeked“. I figured that they were the same as before but I did pick up the top pair and walked into the bathroom with them. They appeared to be in good shape and when I opened them up to inspect them I had an idea why they were in the drawer. There were blood stains in the leg elastics. Other than that they looked almost new. The label read Globe, just as the old panties I found in my room did. Then it came to me why the name seemed familiar the other morning. They were size 6, a size larger than Joanne wore and a size larger than I’d found in my room. But when I went to put them back I did check the next pair in the stack and found they also were made by Globe but were size 5. Then I remembered when I’d met her during the Summer and had noted that she was a little more ”solid“ than Joanne. To me that meant the size 5’s were too small and she probably wouldn’t be wearing them. I put them in my pocket and, breathing hard, walked back into my room to wait until I heard sounds from downstairs.
I guess knowing that I had a ”trophy“ in my pocket I figured that it was time to ”cool it“. The last thing I wanted to do was to mess up my relationship with the T’s. As boring as it had become it was still better than going to classes but I did miss some of my friends at the fraternity. I ended up spending a good bit of time actually studying over the next two days. I did keep my eyes open for any ”peeks“ but ”behaved“ myself otherwise. Feeling better and better I contacted the doctor and set up an appointment with him at the Infirmary on Thursday. Mrs T dropped me off there when she was making the pie deliveries. He didn’t want me to go back to classes until Monday but gave me the OK to resume ”non physical“ activities. I thought that’s what I’d been doing. I decided that it was time for me to get back to my friends so told Mrs T. She persuaded me to at least stay for dinner and she would take me back afterwards. In spite of my pledge to myself not to go into the panty drawer. I just couldn’t resist one last look at the fancy panties when I went to get my clothes. I remember looking at them longingly and wanting to take one so badly... but I didn’t.
Mrs T. left me off at the Fraternity since that was where my car was. The one thing I wasn’t looking forward to was running into the guys who had thrown me into the lake. As I said earlier, three of them had been put on probation by the school and the house was put on social probation which meant the we couldn’t have any alcoholic beverages or females in the house. When I walked in I got a rather cool reception from some of the brothers. I looked up some of the guys in the ”Unholy Alliance“ and at least they made me feel welcome even though they could no longer drink on their room.
I really wanted to go see Elle but, using good judgment for once, decided to wait until I was really better. When I called I could hear the disappointment in her voice but, realistically, we both knew it was the right thing. She made me promise not to do anything stupid like go out drinking with the guys. It was an easy decision because, for some reason, I had no desire to drink at all. I ended up keeping a low profile the whole weekend. As I remember it I spent a good bit of time thinking about all the panties I’d seen and had my hands on over the past week. In writing this I'm somewhat amazed that I didn't made any attempt to peek as Mrs T's panty drawer. The only reason that I can think of was that I so respected her for all the things she did for me that I knew it wasn't right and would be disrespectful. What I did wasn't right either but for some reason it was different. Does that make any sense?
To be continued...
Other than that little bright spot the rest of the day was pretty boring. I made it through by planning for the next day and my ”attack“ on Joanne’s panty drawer. It couldn’t come soon enough. I was excited enough to have a wet dream that night and the realization of that was very embarrassing. So much so that I couldn’t get back to sleep after discovering it. I heard the T’s in the bathroom and then had to impatiently wait for daylight. I was actually a little early. Because it was dark when they all went downstairs the shades were still down. That is, all but the one in the hall. I didn’t dare turn on a light so I had to wait until there was a little more daylight. I knew exactly which drawer was the target and I swear I could hear my heart pounding when I finally pulled it open.
It was like nothing had changed since the last time I’d peeked inside. There was no order to anything. Socks, bras and panties all mixed together. I rooted through the pile on the right and pulled out a few panties and stepped into the hall and to the window. They were all white and well worn as the waist elastics were stretched. I was disappointed. When I’d seen them on the washline they looked fine. I retreated back into the room and grabbed another pile from the other side of the drawer. There were two pair and these were both cotton. They were in much better shape but the labels didn’t tell me anything other than they were 100% cotton and were size 5. More disappointment. I gave up and went back down the hall. Just as I was about to turn into my room I decided to turn right and into the other sister’s room. I really wasn’t expecting much when I pulled the drawer open that I knew held her panties, at least when I’d stayed there. The piles were orderly even though there didn’t appear to be as much stuff as the last time I’d ”peeked“. I figured that they were the same as before but I did pick up the top pair and walked into the bathroom with them. They appeared to be in good shape and when I opened them up to inspect them I had an idea why they were in the drawer. There were blood stains in the leg elastics. Other than that they looked almost new. The label read Globe, just as the old panties I found in my room did. Then it came to me why the name seemed familiar the other morning. They were size 6, a size larger than Joanne wore and a size larger than I’d found in my room. But when I went to put them back I did check the next pair in the stack and found they also were made by Globe but were size 5. Then I remembered when I’d met her during the Summer and had noted that she was a little more ”solid“ than Joanne. To me that meant the size 5’s were too small and she probably wouldn’t be wearing them. I put them in my pocket and, breathing hard, walked back into my room to wait until I heard sounds from downstairs.
I guess knowing that I had a ”trophy“ in my pocket I figured that it was time to ”cool it“. The last thing I wanted to do was to mess up my relationship with the T’s. As boring as it had become it was still better than going to classes but I did miss some of my friends at the fraternity. I ended up spending a good bit of time actually studying over the next two days. I did keep my eyes open for any ”peeks“ but ”behaved“ myself otherwise. Feeling better and better I contacted the doctor and set up an appointment with him at the Infirmary on Thursday. Mrs T dropped me off there when she was making the pie deliveries. He didn’t want me to go back to classes until Monday but gave me the OK to resume ”non physical“ activities. I thought that’s what I’d been doing. I decided that it was time for me to get back to my friends so told Mrs T. She persuaded me to at least stay for dinner and she would take me back afterwards. In spite of my pledge to myself not to go into the panty drawer. I just couldn’t resist one last look at the fancy panties when I went to get my clothes. I remember looking at them longingly and wanting to take one so badly... but I didn’t.
Mrs T. left me off at the Fraternity since that was where my car was. The one thing I wasn’t looking forward to was running into the guys who had thrown me into the lake. As I said earlier, three of them had been put on probation by the school and the house was put on social probation which meant the we couldn’t have any alcoholic beverages or females in the house. When I walked in I got a rather cool reception from some of the brothers. I looked up some of the guys in the ”Unholy Alliance“ and at least they made me feel welcome even though they could no longer drink on their room.
I really wanted to go see Elle but, using good judgment for once, decided to wait until I was really better. When I called I could hear the disappointment in her voice but, realistically, we both knew it was the right thing. She made me promise not to do anything stupid like go out drinking with the guys. It was an easy decision because, for some reason, I had no desire to drink at all. I ended up keeping a low profile the whole weekend. As I remember it I spent a good bit of time thinking about all the panties I’d seen and had my hands on over the past week. In writing this I'm somewhat amazed that I didn't made any attempt to peek as Mrs T's panty drawer. The only reason that I can think of was that I so respected her for all the things she did for me that I knew it wasn't right and would be disrespectful. What I did wasn't right either but for some reason it was different. Does that make any sense?
To be continued...
Friday, January 16, 2009
AUTUMN... anything but dull (Part 38j)
Fortunately, Joanne was absorbed in her pie making and never asked what I’d been doing. It was almost as if I’d never left. My thoughts were on those fancy panties I’d just inspected. I couldn’t wait until after lunch when I’d go upstairs to take a nap.
After lunch Mrs T went off to deliver the pies and Joanne finished cleaning up. I headed up the stairs with one purpose in mind... take another look at the Gotham panties. I knew there was absolutely no way that I’d dare take either one of them but I sure wanted to. After getting them all out I took the really fancy pair and, while sitting on the edge of the bed, held them out in front of me picturing Elle filling them out. I don’t know how long I looked and held them but when I heard a noise down the hall I had a panic attack. I grabbed all the panties and bras and just threw them in the drawer. I lay down on the bed and pretended to be asleep, my heart pounding. Then I heard the bathroom door close and figured it must be Joanne. I was mad at myself in that I hadn’t thought of the possibility of her coming upstairs. When I’d looked at the panties in the morning I was sure no one was in the house. I was mad at myself for not being more careful this time. As I lay there I worried that I wouldn’t get the panties folded right and then back in the same order. My paranoia was running rampant.
I actually did fall asleep and when I woke up I carefully opened the drawer and pulled the panties out once again. Even if I didn't get them exactly right it would be better than Mrs T seeing the mess that they were all in. I knew where the fanciest panties had been located in the pile but had no idea for the other. I decided to inspect the others as I had to fold them all up anyway. There was nothing special about them and there was only one with a brand name. It read Globe and I knew I’d seen the name before but I couldn’t remember when or where. All four had name tags sewn in much like Elle and I had in our things so I figured that these were panties from when she was in college. I folded them up and put them in what I thought was the proper order and slid them back into the drawer. When I pushed it closed I felt like I’d just run a marathon. I needed another nap!
Supper was, at best, businesslike. It was almost like I wasn’t there as Mr T talked to Mrs T about the farm and Mrs T talked with Joanne about her pie business. When we finished up Mr T spread some papers out on the kitchen table and started working with them. Mrs T worked at a desk in a corner of the living room doing the bookwork for Joanne’s pie business while Joanne looked at pictures in a magazine. I wondered why Mrs T didn’t have Joanne learning about that aspect of her business. But it was not my place to interfere so I just sat. Bored! It was obvious that this was not TV oriented family as the TV sat there with a blank screen.
I was really starting to feel better and being bored was a good sign. When I’d been picturing Elle in the fancy Gotham panties earlier on I’d actually started to get a hard on, something that hadn’t happened since my dunking in the lake. I wasn’t ready for bed when they went upstairs and asked if I could watch TV. It was always on at the fraternity and even though I wasn’t ”hooked“ on it I did miss seeing it. I don’t know how long it was before I feel asleep but it was after midnight when Joanne woke me up. It was another case of not recognizing where I was so it took a few seconds to reaclimate myself. I followed Joanne up the stairs and remember being disappointed that her flannel pajamas were too thick for me to get a VPL. I’ll admit that I did look at the chest of drawers again as I undressed but just went straight to bed.
It was a repeat of the previous morning in that I waited until daylight to delve into the panty drawer again. The Gotham panties were still where the interest was. The one specific thing that I do remember about both pairs was that they had lace around the leg openings and that was something I’d never seen before. Oh how I wished I could find out where they were purchased. As I put them all back in the drawer I had a stroke of boldness come over me. I got the idea to go back to Joanne’s room again. The last time I’d stayed with the T's I'd just gotten into her panty drawer when I heard someone downstairs. I really didn’t get a chance to do all that much exploring. I'd gotten a pair of her panties but they turned out to be nothing special. But here I was again. I was excited! But, I’d taken too much time looking at the Gotham panties and as I walked down the hall towards her room I heard voices. It was too late.
After breakfast I asked Joanne if I could help her but she was steadfast in that she wanted to do it all herself. The fact that I was bored was a continuing good sign as far as my health was concerned. I actually started thinking about studying! The problem with that was that I didn’t have any of my books. It had been a whole week since I’d last attended a class and I was starting to feel guilty. After lunch I asked Mrs T to let me ride with her when she delivered the pies and to let me off at the fraternity. At first she said no but when I put the emphasis on my studying, she gave in.
Not many guys were at the house when I arrived but I was able to find out that three of the guys who had thrown me into the lake had been put on probation and the house was now on social probation. I didn’t know if I should’ve felt guilty about the last part but I sure didn’t feel bad about the guys. I also found out that the Dean of Students wanted to see me. I wasn’t too happy about that but decided to wait until the Doctor released me before pursuing what that was all about.
Back at the T’s, I made an effort to do some study related reading but quickly found myself thinking about Joanne’s panty drawer. There was a reason for that. Joanne was no where to be seen when we’d arrived back but soon after came down the stairs and was wearing a bathrobe. She was only holding it closed with one hand and as she came down the last steps one side blew back and I got a look at her whole right leg and hip, right up to the waistband of her panties. It was the first peek I’d had since arriving. It was another signal that I was feeling much better.
To be continued...
Fortunately, Joanne was absorbed in her pie making and never asked what I’d been doing. It was almost as if I’d never left. My thoughts were on those fancy panties I’d just inspected. I couldn’t wait until after lunch when I’d go upstairs to take a nap.
After lunch Mrs T went off to deliver the pies and Joanne finished cleaning up. I headed up the stairs with one purpose in mind... take another look at the Gotham panties. I knew there was absolutely no way that I’d dare take either one of them but I sure wanted to. After getting them all out I took the really fancy pair and, while sitting on the edge of the bed, held them out in front of me picturing Elle filling them out. I don’t know how long I looked and held them but when I heard a noise down the hall I had a panic attack. I grabbed all the panties and bras and just threw them in the drawer. I lay down on the bed and pretended to be asleep, my heart pounding. Then I heard the bathroom door close and figured it must be Joanne. I was mad at myself in that I hadn’t thought of the possibility of her coming upstairs. When I’d looked at the panties in the morning I was sure no one was in the house. I was mad at myself for not being more careful this time. As I lay there I worried that I wouldn’t get the panties folded right and then back in the same order. My paranoia was running rampant.
I actually did fall asleep and when I woke up I carefully opened the drawer and pulled the panties out once again. Even if I didn't get them exactly right it would be better than Mrs T seeing the mess that they were all in. I knew where the fanciest panties had been located in the pile but had no idea for the other. I decided to inspect the others as I had to fold them all up anyway. There was nothing special about them and there was only one with a brand name. It read Globe and I knew I’d seen the name before but I couldn’t remember when or where. All four had name tags sewn in much like Elle and I had in our things so I figured that these were panties from when she was in college. I folded them up and put them in what I thought was the proper order and slid them back into the drawer. When I pushed it closed I felt like I’d just run a marathon. I needed another nap!
Supper was, at best, businesslike. It was almost like I wasn’t there as Mr T talked to Mrs T about the farm and Mrs T talked with Joanne about her pie business. When we finished up Mr T spread some papers out on the kitchen table and started working with them. Mrs T worked at a desk in a corner of the living room doing the bookwork for Joanne’s pie business while Joanne looked at pictures in a magazine. I wondered why Mrs T didn’t have Joanne learning about that aspect of her business. But it was not my place to interfere so I just sat. Bored! It was obvious that this was not TV oriented family as the TV sat there with a blank screen.
I was really starting to feel better and being bored was a good sign. When I’d been picturing Elle in the fancy Gotham panties earlier on I’d actually started to get a hard on, something that hadn’t happened since my dunking in the lake. I wasn’t ready for bed when they went upstairs and asked if I could watch TV. It was always on at the fraternity and even though I wasn’t ”hooked“ on it I did miss seeing it. I don’t know how long it was before I feel asleep but it was after midnight when Joanne woke me up. It was another case of not recognizing where I was so it took a few seconds to reaclimate myself. I followed Joanne up the stairs and remember being disappointed that her flannel pajamas were too thick for me to get a VPL. I’ll admit that I did look at the chest of drawers again as I undressed but just went straight to bed.
It was a repeat of the previous morning in that I waited until daylight to delve into the panty drawer again. The Gotham panties were still where the interest was. The one specific thing that I do remember about both pairs was that they had lace around the leg openings and that was something I’d never seen before. Oh how I wished I could find out where they were purchased. As I put them all back in the drawer I had a stroke of boldness come over me. I got the idea to go back to Joanne’s room again. The last time I’d stayed with the T's I'd just gotten into her panty drawer when I heard someone downstairs. I really didn’t get a chance to do all that much exploring. I'd gotten a pair of her panties but they turned out to be nothing special. But here I was again. I was excited! But, I’d taken too much time looking at the Gotham panties and as I walked down the hall towards her room I heard voices. It was too late.
After breakfast I asked Joanne if I could help her but she was steadfast in that she wanted to do it all herself. The fact that I was bored was a continuing good sign as far as my health was concerned. I actually started thinking about studying! The problem with that was that I didn’t have any of my books. It had been a whole week since I’d last attended a class and I was starting to feel guilty. After lunch I asked Mrs T to let me ride with her when she delivered the pies and to let me off at the fraternity. At first she said no but when I put the emphasis on my studying, she gave in.
Not many guys were at the house when I arrived but I was able to find out that three of the guys who had thrown me into the lake had been put on probation and the house was now on social probation. I didn’t know if I should’ve felt guilty about the last part but I sure didn’t feel bad about the guys. I also found out that the Dean of Students wanted to see me. I wasn’t too happy about that but decided to wait until the Doctor released me before pursuing what that was all about.
Back at the T’s, I made an effort to do some study related reading but quickly found myself thinking about Joanne’s panty drawer. There was a reason for that. Joanne was no where to be seen when we’d arrived back but soon after came down the stairs and was wearing a bathrobe. She was only holding it closed with one hand and as she came down the last steps one side blew back and I got a look at her whole right leg and hip, right up to the waistband of her panties. It was the first peek I’d had since arriving. It was another signal that I was feeling much better.
To be continued...
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
AUTUMN... anything but dull (Part 38i)
When Mrs T came to pick me up I had to ask her to take me to my room downtown. The only clothes I had were the ones the guys who had rescued me had dressed me in to take me to the infirmary. I grabbed some underwear, a few shirts and a pair of khakis and we were on our way. Even though I was really tired I was looking forward to staying at the T’s. As we went up the porch stairs to the house Mrs T noted how tired I looked and suggested that it might be wise for me to take a nap. I knew she was right so didn’t protest. Joanne was reading in the living room when we walked in. I remember the shocked look on her face when she saw me and I remember her asking if I was OK. Mrs T led me upstairs and, since I’d stayed there one night the previous year when I’d gotten snowed in, I recognized it. Mr and Mrs T had the bedroom to the right at the top of the stairs and Joanne’s was right across from them. The bathroom was at the end of the hall and the room I’d slept in was to the left of it. Even though I was very tired I remember hoping that Mrs T would turn to the right. I’d been fortunate enough to get to peek into the panty drawer in the room to the left and even though I”d found nothing special I still wanted the chance to peek into the drawers in the other room. Luck was with me. As we walked in I saw three piles of clothes on the bed. Mrs T quickly swept them up in her arms and put them into the chest of drawers at the foot of the bed. She explained that the oldest daughter, Maryann, now graduated from college, was working in the nearby city to the Northeast of them and would usually make a quick visit home each weekend. When she did she’d bring her laundry and she’d been there that weekend. I asked if she ever stayed and remember Mrs T smiling when she said that she didn’t. I asked why and she, with the smile still on her face, explained that Mr T would put her to work if she did. Having watched Mr T ”push“ Mrs T and Joanne, I understood.
I didn’t do anything but take off my shoes and lie down. I went sound asleep. When I woke it was almost dark. It took me a minute to realize where I was and when I did the first thought I had was the chest of drawers. Reason took hold and I thought it would be better to wait until I knew no one was in the house. It was hard though because I was sure I’d seen some panties in the mix. I felt much better but wasn’t ready to run a marathon.
There was no one around and a quick look at the clock told me they were doing the milking chores. I’d asked Mrs T if I could phone Elle when we were on the way to the house and she said it was OK. I was just too tired when we got there so thought this would be a good time. As you can imagine she was very relieved to hear my voice. I have no idea how long we talked but when I heard Joanne in the kitchen I knew it was time to hang up. Joanne came in but she was reluctant to talk with me. It seemed like all she wanted to do was to stare at me. Dinner was much better and even Mr T participated in the conversation, even if it was more of an editorial about the immaturity of college students. After supper it was a little television and then we were on our way to bed at around 9pm. I was ready, for sure and the T’s had to be up at 5am for chores. As soon as I walked into my room my eyes went for the chest of drawers. I just had a feeling that there were some really nice panties in there but, again, reason took hold and I knew I had to wait.
With the bathroom right outside my door I heard the family when they got up in the morning. Again, the chest of drawers and what lay inside them took over my thoughts. I was almost ready to take the plunge but if I did I was going to have to turn on the light. I got a little paranoid worrying that if they saw a light on they might think something was wrong with me and Mrs T might come back in to check. Reluctantly, I waited.
When I heard noise in the kitchen I went downstairs. Mrs T made me breakfast and Joanne started in on her pie making for the day. While I was still eating Mrs T left to get some supplies for Joanne. I knew Mr T was in the barn until at least lunch time so I decided that I could wait no longer. I don’t remember what I told Joanne but I headed back upstairs. When I shut the door my heart was pounding. I pulled open the drawer and saw two piles of clothes. It was obvious which one had the ”treasures“. I pulled it out and onto the bed. There were a few bras on top but I saw what was underneath. In spite of my excitement I had the presence of mind to take the first pair and look at how Mrs T had folded it so that when I was finished I could put it back the right way. In fact, I did just that... even before inspecting them. Satisfied that I could do it I took each of the six pair and lay them out on the bed. I remember that I was almost shaking. There were two pair that caught my attention immediately. One of them was that fanciest pair of panties I’d ever seen. I picked them up off the bed to see who made them. I don’t know if it was the fact that I was so impressed with the look of them but when I touched them it seemed like they felt silkier than any others that I’d ever felt. The label was like none I’d ever seen before in both the name and how it was made. The label read Gotham Gold Stripe and it wasn’t printed. It was actually embroidered and with gold colored thread to boot. I’d never seen that name before and oh how I wanted those panties!
I put them back on the bed and picked up the second prettiest pair. They were also made by Gotham. I was now intrigued. Looking at all six, laid out on the bed, it was obvious that the two pair of Gotham panties were the newest. They were bright white and basically no staining in the crotch area. My deductive powers came up with the idea that the daughter had recently bought them... but where. I’d taken so long on those two that I began to worry that Joanne would start to wonder where I was so I folded them all up, in the order that they’d been in, and placed them, along with the bras, back in the drawer. I actually felt like I was out of breath when I closed the drawer.
To be continued...
When Mrs T came to pick me up I had to ask her to take me to my room downtown. The only clothes I had were the ones the guys who had rescued me had dressed me in to take me to the infirmary. I grabbed some underwear, a few shirts and a pair of khakis and we were on our way. Even though I was really tired I was looking forward to staying at the T’s. As we went up the porch stairs to the house Mrs T noted how tired I looked and suggested that it might be wise for me to take a nap. I knew she was right so didn’t protest. Joanne was reading in the living room when we walked in. I remember the shocked look on her face when she saw me and I remember her asking if I was OK. Mrs T led me upstairs and, since I’d stayed there one night the previous year when I’d gotten snowed in, I recognized it. Mr and Mrs T had the bedroom to the right at the top of the stairs and Joanne’s was right across from them. The bathroom was at the end of the hall and the room I’d slept in was to the left of it. Even though I was very tired I remember hoping that Mrs T would turn to the right. I’d been fortunate enough to get to peek into the panty drawer in the room to the left and even though I”d found nothing special I still wanted the chance to peek into the drawers in the other room. Luck was with me. As we walked in I saw three piles of clothes on the bed. Mrs T quickly swept them up in her arms and put them into the chest of drawers at the foot of the bed. She explained that the oldest daughter, Maryann, now graduated from college, was working in the nearby city to the Northeast of them and would usually make a quick visit home each weekend. When she did she’d bring her laundry and she’d been there that weekend. I asked if she ever stayed and remember Mrs T smiling when she said that she didn’t. I asked why and she, with the smile still on her face, explained that Mr T would put her to work if she did. Having watched Mr T ”push“ Mrs T and Joanne, I understood.
I didn’t do anything but take off my shoes and lie down. I went sound asleep. When I woke it was almost dark. It took me a minute to realize where I was and when I did the first thought I had was the chest of drawers. Reason took hold and I thought it would be better to wait until I knew no one was in the house. It was hard though because I was sure I’d seen some panties in the mix. I felt much better but wasn’t ready to run a marathon.
There was no one around and a quick look at the clock told me they were doing the milking chores. I’d asked Mrs T if I could phone Elle when we were on the way to the house and she said it was OK. I was just too tired when we got there so thought this would be a good time. As you can imagine she was very relieved to hear my voice. I have no idea how long we talked but when I heard Joanne in the kitchen I knew it was time to hang up. Joanne came in but she was reluctant to talk with me. It seemed like all she wanted to do was to stare at me. Dinner was much better and even Mr T participated in the conversation, even if it was more of an editorial about the immaturity of college students. After supper it was a little television and then we were on our way to bed at around 9pm. I was ready, for sure and the T’s had to be up at 5am for chores. As soon as I walked into my room my eyes went for the chest of drawers. I just had a feeling that there were some really nice panties in there but, again, reason took hold and I knew I had to wait.
With the bathroom right outside my door I heard the family when they got up in the morning. Again, the chest of drawers and what lay inside them took over my thoughts. I was almost ready to take the plunge but if I did I was going to have to turn on the light. I got a little paranoid worrying that if they saw a light on they might think something was wrong with me and Mrs T might come back in to check. Reluctantly, I waited.
When I heard noise in the kitchen I went downstairs. Mrs T made me breakfast and Joanne started in on her pie making for the day. While I was still eating Mrs T left to get some supplies for Joanne. I knew Mr T was in the barn until at least lunch time so I decided that I could wait no longer. I don’t remember what I told Joanne but I headed back upstairs. When I shut the door my heart was pounding. I pulled open the drawer and saw two piles of clothes. It was obvious which one had the ”treasures“. I pulled it out and onto the bed. There were a few bras on top but I saw what was underneath. In spite of my excitement I had the presence of mind to take the first pair and look at how Mrs T had folded it so that when I was finished I could put it back the right way. In fact, I did just that... even before inspecting them. Satisfied that I could do it I took each of the six pair and lay them out on the bed. I remember that I was almost shaking. There were two pair that caught my attention immediately. One of them was that fanciest pair of panties I’d ever seen. I picked them up off the bed to see who made them. I don’t know if it was the fact that I was so impressed with the look of them but when I touched them it seemed like they felt silkier than any others that I’d ever felt. The label was like none I’d ever seen before in both the name and how it was made. The label read Gotham Gold Stripe and it wasn’t printed. It was actually embroidered and with gold colored thread to boot. I’d never seen that name before and oh how I wanted those panties!
I put them back on the bed and picked up the second prettiest pair. They were also made by Gotham. I was now intrigued. Looking at all six, laid out on the bed, it was obvious that the two pair of Gotham panties were the newest. They were bright white and basically no staining in the crotch area. My deductive powers came up with the idea that the daughter had recently bought them... but where. I’d taken so long on those two that I began to worry that Joanne would start to wonder where I was so I folded them all up, in the order that they’d been in, and placed them, along with the bras, back in the drawer. I actually felt like I was out of breath when I closed the drawer.
To be continued...
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
AUTUMN... anything but dull (Part 38h)
As soon as the last pledge finished his initiation there was a big party for them in the bar area of the fraternity. I stayed for about an hour and then retreated to the room where I had been grabbing a few hours sleep during the “Hell Week” process. I hadn’t even started to take off my clothes when the door came crashing open. I didn’t even get a chance to see who it was that barged through the door. It take long to figure out though. I recognized the voice of one of them and it was one of the now initiated pledges that I had been harassing throughout the Fall. I was manhandled down the stairs and then outside. At that point I knew there were at least four of them as each arm and leg was grabbed by a different person. I tried fighting them off but ended up hurting myself so after a few minutes gave up. They carried me across the road and to the edge of the campus lake. There was a standing school rule that no one was to go in or onto the lake. They didn’t care as I found myself flying through the air and splashing into the water, back first. As I came back to the surface I made the mistake of trying to stand up. As I did I found myself sinking slowly into the muck that lay on the bottom. I could feel the pressure of it on my legs when I tried to pull them back up. I found that I couldn’t. In fact I found I couldn’t move at all. I also found myself incredibly cold. I don’t know how cold it was outside at the time but, being a sailor, I was aware of hypothermia.
I watched the perpetrators as they ran back towards the house. I knew they wouldn’t come back so didn’t even bother to yell. But when I realized that I was basically trapped by the muck I did. Not only was I cold but now I was frightened. When I found that I didn’t have the strength to even try to pull my legs out of the muck I started screaming for help. Thank God that a few of the brothers of the neighboring fraternity were outside their house hazing some of their own pledges. Two ran across the road to see what all the noise was about. I was able to convey that I was stuck in the muck and desperately in need of help. One of them stayed by the edge of the lake and the other ran back to the fraternity. The guy who stayed tried keeping me somewhat calm. I don’t know how long it took (about then I started loosing it) but when help came they threw me a rope. I was able to wrap the rope around me and to tie some sort of a knot. a I don’t remember being pulled out of the lake or being carried to their fraternity. The first thing I do remember was lying on the floor of a shower, in a fetal position, with warm water pouring over me. I was shaking uncontrollably. The next thing I knew I was at the infirmary.
Long story short... I ended up with pneumonia. I don’t have much to tell about my stay in the infirmary except that I certainly didn’t get to see Elle that weekend. If there was one good thing that came of the whole episode it was that Mrs T, when I didn’t come to deliver Joanne’s pies for two days, came looking for me. After a few days in there I wanted out as soon as possible. But the infirmary doctor, knowing college student's habits, wouldn’t release me until he was sure I was better. But, being a small town where everybody knew everybody else, Mrs T’s doctor happened to be the same one I had at the infirmary. When I complained to Mrs T she, without telling me, told the doctor that she was willing to have me stay with her for a few days if he would release me. When I heard that news I was ecstatic. To do it though, I had to get my parents permission. That was easy. When I was released I was told no activity for at least three days and then to get the doctor’s approval to go back to classes. That was fine by me. I knew I’d certainly get fed well. The timing was perfect as I was finally to the point where food started to look good again. When I left the infirmary I had lost 7 pounds. They were pounds that I could ill afford to lose. Being 6’1“ and only 142 pounds made me look like a scare crow.
The minute I heard Mrs T say that she wanted me to go to her house my mind started racing. Even though I got an almost weekly peek at both Mrs T’s and Joanne’s panties hanging on the clothesline I was hoping that I’d get some real up close and personal looks during my visit. That, on top of good cooking... an unbeatable combination!
Fortunately, some of my friends were able to contact Elle before that weekend to let her know what happened and that I wouldn't be over to see her. I couldn’t call from the infirmary as I was only allowed to contact my parents. Mr and Mrs T were super kind to me in just about every way when I got to their house including the use of the telephone. I could hear the concern in Elle’s voice when I finally got to talk with her. My memory is fuzzy on the day of the week because I lost a couple of them completely. I think it might've been Sunday. But I told Elle I’d be down to see her as soon as I was released from the doctor’s care which would've been the following weekend. That seemed to calm her... and allowed me to focus on my time with the T’s.
To be continued...
As soon as the last pledge finished his initiation there was a big party for them in the bar area of the fraternity. I stayed for about an hour and then retreated to the room where I had been grabbing a few hours sleep during the “Hell Week” process. I hadn’t even started to take off my clothes when the door came crashing open. I didn’t even get a chance to see who it was that barged through the door. It take long to figure out though. I recognized the voice of one of them and it was one of the now initiated pledges that I had been harassing throughout the Fall. I was manhandled down the stairs and then outside. At that point I knew there were at least four of them as each arm and leg was grabbed by a different person. I tried fighting them off but ended up hurting myself so after a few minutes gave up. They carried me across the road and to the edge of the campus lake. There was a standing school rule that no one was to go in or onto the lake. They didn’t care as I found myself flying through the air and splashing into the water, back first. As I came back to the surface I made the mistake of trying to stand up. As I did I found myself sinking slowly into the muck that lay on the bottom. I could feel the pressure of it on my legs when I tried to pull them back up. I found that I couldn’t. In fact I found I couldn’t move at all. I also found myself incredibly cold. I don’t know how cold it was outside at the time but, being a sailor, I was aware of hypothermia.
I watched the perpetrators as they ran back towards the house. I knew they wouldn’t come back so didn’t even bother to yell. But when I realized that I was basically trapped by the muck I did. Not only was I cold but now I was frightened. When I found that I didn’t have the strength to even try to pull my legs out of the muck I started screaming for help. Thank God that a few of the brothers of the neighboring fraternity were outside their house hazing some of their own pledges. Two ran across the road to see what all the noise was about. I was able to convey that I was stuck in the muck and desperately in need of help. One of them stayed by the edge of the lake and the other ran back to the fraternity. The guy who stayed tried keeping me somewhat calm. I don’t know how long it took (about then I started loosing it) but when help came they threw me a rope. I was able to wrap the rope around me and to tie some sort of a knot. a I don’t remember being pulled out of the lake or being carried to their fraternity. The first thing I do remember was lying on the floor of a shower, in a fetal position, with warm water pouring over me. I was shaking uncontrollably. The next thing I knew I was at the infirmary.
Long story short... I ended up with pneumonia. I don’t have much to tell about my stay in the infirmary except that I certainly didn’t get to see Elle that weekend. If there was one good thing that came of the whole episode it was that Mrs T, when I didn’t come to deliver Joanne’s pies for two days, came looking for me. After a few days in there I wanted out as soon as possible. But the infirmary doctor, knowing college student's habits, wouldn’t release me until he was sure I was better. But, being a small town where everybody knew everybody else, Mrs T’s doctor happened to be the same one I had at the infirmary. When I complained to Mrs T she, without telling me, told the doctor that she was willing to have me stay with her for a few days if he would release me. When I heard that news I was ecstatic. To do it though, I had to get my parents permission. That was easy. When I was released I was told no activity for at least three days and then to get the doctor’s approval to go back to classes. That was fine by me. I knew I’d certainly get fed well. The timing was perfect as I was finally to the point where food started to look good again. When I left the infirmary I had lost 7 pounds. They were pounds that I could ill afford to lose. Being 6’1“ and only 142 pounds made me look like a scare crow.
The minute I heard Mrs T say that she wanted me to go to her house my mind started racing. Even though I got an almost weekly peek at both Mrs T’s and Joanne’s panties hanging on the clothesline I was hoping that I’d get some real up close and personal looks during my visit. That, on top of good cooking... an unbeatable combination!
Fortunately, some of my friends were able to contact Elle before that weekend to let her know what happened and that I wouldn't be over to see her. I couldn’t call from the infirmary as I was only allowed to contact my parents. Mr and Mrs T were super kind to me in just about every way when I got to their house including the use of the telephone. I could hear the concern in Elle’s voice when I finally got to talk with her. My memory is fuzzy on the day of the week because I lost a couple of them completely. I think it might've been Sunday. But I told Elle I’d be down to see her as soon as I was released from the doctor’s care which would've been the following weekend. That seemed to calm her... and allowed me to focus on my time with the T’s.
To be continued...
Sunday, January 04, 2009
AUTUMN... anything but dull (Part 38g)
We hadn’t set the alarm for Elle to get up and use the toilet when I turned the light out. We both woke up at about the same time and Elle said she was wet. I put my hand between her legs and found a nice warm mass through the plastic. She wanted to get up but I wouldn’t let her. I rolled her over on top of me and I could feel the warmness on my groin. We stayed that way for a while before rolling out of bed. The first thing we did was to see just how wet the bed was after all our “activity”. It wasn’t as bad as the previous morning and, surprisingly, we didn’t get anything on the mattress. I remember thinking what the lady who had praised us when we checked in would think of us if she saw what we’d done to her sheets and towels.
When we showered we had to use the hand towels to dry ourselves off since we’d used all the bath towels up on the bed. We both had to “air dry” a bit before we got fully dressed. That was OK by me because I got to see Elle in just her bra and panties as she walked around collecting her panties that we'd and hung all around the room and in the closet. The cotton ones were still damp so I took one of the chairs over by the heat vent and draped them so they might be dry by the time we left.
I really didn’t even want to think about leaving. Everything had gone so much better that I’d dreamed that I didn’t want it to end. But Elle was getting “antsy” about her upcoming exams and wanted to get back early so she could do a review with some of her classmates back at the sorority. I, too, had to be back fairly early as “Hell Week” for the pledges at the fraternity was to start at 6pm and all the “Brothers” were required to be there. Check out time was noon and I was hoping to stay until then. That would get Elle back in mid afternoon and me back just in time.
Before we left for breakfast I did a quick count of my money. I needed gas and that left enough for one good meal. We decided to go for a good breakfast and then hope that there might be some leftovers at Elle’s sorority. There usually were on Sunday's when some of the girls took off for the weekend. We headed back to the same diner. Elle had agreed that we would stay provided we spent the time studying when we got back from eating. I could only hope that she’d strip again when we got back. All through breakfast that was all I could think about.
It wasn’t to be. When we returned to the room Elle was “all business”. We packed our clothes and then sat down to study. The only “liberty” Elle allowed me was when she used the toilet just before we left. She didn’t wipe and then let me rub her panties... but only for a few seconds. They were nylon so it felt really good. She’d decided to wear a modified “package” for the trip home. I got to watch her as she added a pair of the Nazareth heavy cotton panties with a sanitary pad and the sanitary panties over them. It was interesting to watch her do that, for sure.
The weather had been nice up until the time we left and then it got cloudy and windy. When I stopped so Elle could use a rest room it started to rain. That was not good as the windshield wipers in the Merc were not very good. I ended up missing a turn and going about 30 or so miles out of our way. That, and the fact that I couldn’t drive the speed limit because of the rain, we ended up back at Elle’s sorority almost an hour after she/we wanted to. During this last part of the trip we hardly talked at all. I was concentrating on trying to see through the windshield and Elle was too. She was extremely nervous and I remember her asking, more than once, how I could see anything. As I carried her bags up to the sorority she told me she was glad she’d put on the “package”. I didn’t have the opportunity to ask her exactly what she meant as her roommates were waiting for her. I could only guess. I also had to get going right away to be able to be back to my fraternity in time for the start of “Hell Week”. Our weekend ended with just a peck on her cheek... but it was still an unbelievable weekend.
I’m not sure if “Hell Week” wasn’t almost as hard on the “brothers” as it was on the pledges. It sure was on me. The fraternity plan was to keep the pledges up and awake for at least 52 hours straight. The brothers had assigned rotating four hour shifts. I concentrated on the three pledges that I’d focused on because I didn’t like their attitude. I ended up being a “hard nose” to a few others as well. When the 52+ hours were up and the actual initiation took place I almost “black balled” all three but chickened out. None of the brothers could remember the last time that a pledge had been denied. I remember how glad I was that the whole process was over and that I could get some real sleep. I decided to “crash” in the bunk of the house president as he was away attending a funeral of a family member. It turned out to be a mistake. A BIG mistake!
To be continued...
We hadn’t set the alarm for Elle to get up and use the toilet when I turned the light out. We both woke up at about the same time and Elle said she was wet. I put my hand between her legs and found a nice warm mass through the plastic. She wanted to get up but I wouldn’t let her. I rolled her over on top of me and I could feel the warmness on my groin. We stayed that way for a while before rolling out of bed. The first thing we did was to see just how wet the bed was after all our “activity”. It wasn’t as bad as the previous morning and, surprisingly, we didn’t get anything on the mattress. I remember thinking what the lady who had praised us when we checked in would think of us if she saw what we’d done to her sheets and towels.
When we showered we had to use the hand towels to dry ourselves off since we’d used all the bath towels up on the bed. We both had to “air dry” a bit before we got fully dressed. That was OK by me because I got to see Elle in just her bra and panties as she walked around collecting her panties that we'd and hung all around the room and in the closet. The cotton ones were still damp so I took one of the chairs over by the heat vent and draped them so they might be dry by the time we left.
I really didn’t even want to think about leaving. Everything had gone so much better that I’d dreamed that I didn’t want it to end. But Elle was getting “antsy” about her upcoming exams and wanted to get back early so she could do a review with some of her classmates back at the sorority. I, too, had to be back fairly early as “Hell Week” for the pledges at the fraternity was to start at 6pm and all the “Brothers” were required to be there. Check out time was noon and I was hoping to stay until then. That would get Elle back in mid afternoon and me back just in time.
Before we left for breakfast I did a quick count of my money. I needed gas and that left enough for one good meal. We decided to go for a good breakfast and then hope that there might be some leftovers at Elle’s sorority. There usually were on Sunday's when some of the girls took off for the weekend. We headed back to the same diner. Elle had agreed that we would stay provided we spent the time studying when we got back from eating. I could only hope that she’d strip again when we got back. All through breakfast that was all I could think about.
It wasn’t to be. When we returned to the room Elle was “all business”. We packed our clothes and then sat down to study. The only “liberty” Elle allowed me was when she used the toilet just before we left. She didn’t wipe and then let me rub her panties... but only for a few seconds. They were nylon so it felt really good. She’d decided to wear a modified “package” for the trip home. I got to watch her as she added a pair of the Nazareth heavy cotton panties with a sanitary pad and the sanitary panties over them. It was interesting to watch her do that, for sure.
The weather had been nice up until the time we left and then it got cloudy and windy. When I stopped so Elle could use a rest room it started to rain. That was not good as the windshield wipers in the Merc were not very good. I ended up missing a turn and going about 30 or so miles out of our way. That, and the fact that I couldn’t drive the speed limit because of the rain, we ended up back at Elle’s sorority almost an hour after she/we wanted to. During this last part of the trip we hardly talked at all. I was concentrating on trying to see through the windshield and Elle was too. She was extremely nervous and I remember her asking, more than once, how I could see anything. As I carried her bags up to the sorority she told me she was glad she’d put on the “package”. I didn’t have the opportunity to ask her exactly what she meant as her roommates were waiting for her. I could only guess. I also had to get going right away to be able to be back to my fraternity in time for the start of “Hell Week”. Our weekend ended with just a peck on her cheek... but it was still an unbelievable weekend.
I’m not sure if “Hell Week” wasn’t almost as hard on the “brothers” as it was on the pledges. It sure was on me. The fraternity plan was to keep the pledges up and awake for at least 52 hours straight. The brothers had assigned rotating four hour shifts. I concentrated on the three pledges that I’d focused on because I didn’t like their attitude. I ended up being a “hard nose” to a few others as well. When the 52+ hours were up and the actual initiation took place I almost “black balled” all three but chickened out. None of the brothers could remember the last time that a pledge had been denied. I remember how glad I was that the whole process was over and that I could get some real sleep. I decided to “crash” in the bunk of the house president as he was away attending a funeral of a family member. It turned out to be a mistake. A BIG mistake!
To be continued...
Thursday, January 01, 2009
AUTUMN... anything but dull (Part 38f)
I stayed there until she decided to go to the bathroom again. She didn’t “invite” me in like earlier but I followed her in anyway. I’d noticed that there was a pair of nylon panties lying on top of her clothes in her suitcase. As I walked past I picked them up and brought them with me. She was waiting for me, already sitting on the the toilet with her panties still on. She saw the nylon panties but told me she’d put them on when she got up. How could I complain? I enjoyed rubbing her crotch as she peed but I enjoyed it more when she put on the nylon panties. Unfortunately, she didn’t give me much time before she was back to her books. It was nice while it lasted!
It was dark out when Elle got up to go again. As before, I followed her into the bathroom but this time she put her hand up before she got to the toilet. Before I could say anything she said she was willing to wear the damp panties to she had on to dinner but if I wanted her to pee through them she wouldn’t. She said she’d be “nice” to me when we got back. Discretion being the better part of valor I backed off and didn’t say a word. What I did get was a quick look at her bush as she pulled the panties down so it wasn’t like I didn’t get any pleasure.
It was back to the same diner for dinner. We’d looked over the menu on our first visit and had planned out all our meals based upon the prices. The waitress we’d had the previous night had told us that the Saturday special was really good if we liked meat loaf. Not my favorite but the price was right. We took our time and had some fun talking about our future. By the time we got back to the room it meant it’d be close to 11pm by the time Elle’s desired 8 hours of study would expire. I wasn’t looking forward to it at all. But Elle was true to her word and as soon as we got back to the room she headed for the bathroom. What I didn’t realize was that she’d “leaked” when she got out of the car. By the time she sat on the toilet she was peeing full force. But, even though I was “late to the party”, the feeling of her warm pee though the two pair of panties had me “ready”. The problem was that I knew she’d make me wait until her study time was up. It was going to be a loooooonnnnnnggggg two hours!
She was really on me for not having done much real studying so I made the effort, sitting at the desk with my back to her so I couldn’t see her. I actually accomplished something and when I turned to tell her found her asleep. When I got up I looked to see if she’d wet and she hadn’t but I felt I should wake her before she did. I climbed onto the bed on my side and snuggled up next to her. I startled her and she let out a funny little sound. She immediately turned towards me. By then I was “ready“. I ”plugged in“ between her legs and into the crotch of her panties and we started kissing. It couldn’t have been more that a minute before I felt my leg getting very warm. I was ”working“, back and forth into her crotch and was very close to coming. She rolled away which was a good thing. She grabbed the towel that was under her and stuffed it between her legs. I watched her as I caught my breath. She looked back at me and apologized. I wanted to say that there was nothing to apologize for but I didn’t. While she sat there I went to the bathroom and got another towel and lay it on the bed next to her. Then I stood in front of her and took the towel from her gesturing for her to stand up. While she did I turned the light out on the night stand next to the bed. Then I peeled the wet panties off of her. It was the first time she’d ever let me do that and I can tell you that I was really excited.
I had her lay down on the bed (on the towel) and then sat on her upper thighs, staring down at her. The only thing wrong was that I’d not thought to take her bra off and when I bent over to nuzzle her breasts she realized it and helped me out. The next few minutes were a whole new experience for me. I hadn’t realized how sexually stimulating kissing a females breasts are to them. I sure found out!
It turned out that that whole episode was the best that I’d experienced. It was all so natural. The breast kissing led to me just sliding down on top of her and then she guided my penis right into her. It was so easy and natural... and wonderful. She didn’t have an orgasm but she did get pretty ”wound up”... and I managed to hold up for a fair amount of time. When we were through we both fell asleep for a short time. I woke up first as I’d ended up with an arm under me in an awkward position. neither of us felt like getting up to shower but Elle wanted her “package” on. I’d never changed a baby’s diaper but I felt funny putting her panties on while she was lying there in bed. I got the sanitary napkins and Elle placed them the way she wanted them. As I got the plastic panties and turned out the light I saw that it was after midnight. Elle went right to sleep but I lay awake, snuggled next to her, thinking of what it would be like to be married and to be able to do what we’d just done every night. I know it was a long time before I finally fell asleep.
To be continued...
I stayed there until she decided to go to the bathroom again. She didn’t “invite” me in like earlier but I followed her in anyway. I’d noticed that there was a pair of nylon panties lying on top of her clothes in her suitcase. As I walked past I picked them up and brought them with me. She was waiting for me, already sitting on the the toilet with her panties still on. She saw the nylon panties but told me she’d put them on when she got up. How could I complain? I enjoyed rubbing her crotch as she peed but I enjoyed it more when she put on the nylon panties. Unfortunately, she didn’t give me much time before she was back to her books. It was nice while it lasted!
It was dark out when Elle got up to go again. As before, I followed her into the bathroom but this time she put her hand up before she got to the toilet. Before I could say anything she said she was willing to wear the damp panties to she had on to dinner but if I wanted her to pee through them she wouldn’t. She said she’d be “nice” to me when we got back. Discretion being the better part of valor I backed off and didn’t say a word. What I did get was a quick look at her bush as she pulled the panties down so it wasn’t like I didn’t get any pleasure.
It was back to the same diner for dinner. We’d looked over the menu on our first visit and had planned out all our meals based upon the prices. The waitress we’d had the previous night had told us that the Saturday special was really good if we liked meat loaf. Not my favorite but the price was right. We took our time and had some fun talking about our future. By the time we got back to the room it meant it’d be close to 11pm by the time Elle’s desired 8 hours of study would expire. I wasn’t looking forward to it at all. But Elle was true to her word and as soon as we got back to the room she headed for the bathroom. What I didn’t realize was that she’d “leaked” when she got out of the car. By the time she sat on the toilet she was peeing full force. But, even though I was “late to the party”, the feeling of her warm pee though the two pair of panties had me “ready”. The problem was that I knew she’d make me wait until her study time was up. It was going to be a loooooonnnnnnggggg two hours!
She was really on me for not having done much real studying so I made the effort, sitting at the desk with my back to her so I couldn’t see her. I actually accomplished something and when I turned to tell her found her asleep. When I got up I looked to see if she’d wet and she hadn’t but I felt I should wake her before she did. I climbed onto the bed on my side and snuggled up next to her. I startled her and she let out a funny little sound. She immediately turned towards me. By then I was “ready“. I ”plugged in“ between her legs and into the crotch of her panties and we started kissing. It couldn’t have been more that a minute before I felt my leg getting very warm. I was ”working“, back and forth into her crotch and was very close to coming. She rolled away which was a good thing. She grabbed the towel that was under her and stuffed it between her legs. I watched her as I caught my breath. She looked back at me and apologized. I wanted to say that there was nothing to apologize for but I didn’t. While she sat there I went to the bathroom and got another towel and lay it on the bed next to her. Then I stood in front of her and took the towel from her gesturing for her to stand up. While she did I turned the light out on the night stand next to the bed. Then I peeled the wet panties off of her. It was the first time she’d ever let me do that and I can tell you that I was really excited.
I had her lay down on the bed (on the towel) and then sat on her upper thighs, staring down at her. The only thing wrong was that I’d not thought to take her bra off and when I bent over to nuzzle her breasts she realized it and helped me out. The next few minutes were a whole new experience for me. I hadn’t realized how sexually stimulating kissing a females breasts are to them. I sure found out!
It turned out that that whole episode was the best that I’d experienced. It was all so natural. The breast kissing led to me just sliding down on top of her and then she guided my penis right into her. It was so easy and natural... and wonderful. She didn’t have an orgasm but she did get pretty ”wound up”... and I managed to hold up for a fair amount of time. When we were through we both fell asleep for a short time. I woke up first as I’d ended up with an arm under me in an awkward position. neither of us felt like getting up to shower but Elle wanted her “package” on. I’d never changed a baby’s diaper but I felt funny putting her panties on while she was lying there in bed. I got the sanitary napkins and Elle placed them the way she wanted them. As I got the plastic panties and turned out the light I saw that it was after midnight. Elle went right to sleep but I lay awake, snuggled next to her, thinking of what it would be like to be married and to be able to do what we’d just done every night. I know it was a long time before I finally fell asleep.
To be continued...
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