A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... some ripples (Part 45l)
Sunday turned out to somewhat similar to the previous one. A pretty stiff breeze out of the East with a fine mist that made it pretty miserable even before we put the boats in the water. The twins were dressed like it was winter with long pants and sweat shirts. They were looking at my boat when I got there and as I walked up I saw Pam leaning over the deck. It was a nice present... a very good VPL. She definitely wasn’t wearing the same heavy cotton panties that she used to wear. But my mind was more on sailing than panties at that moment.
It turned out to be a very long but successful day. Even though we were supposed to race but one race we, realistically, sailed two. The first was thrown out for technical reasons so, to complete the series we needed to sail a second race. Because the wind had picked up even more some of the competitors decided that they had had enough and headed for shore. Rick and I were so cold and were shaking so much we could hardly speak to each other. If the first race had counted we would’ve qualified for the championships. We weren’t doing all that well in the second one and I honestly thought we had blown our chances. But, going for the finish line, we sucked it in and beat the two boats that were just ahead of us as we crossed the finish line. It was the closest finish I’d ever been involved in. We ended up finishing fourth and I didn’t think it was good enough. However, once ashore, we were told that we ended up second and had qualified for the Championships. It was exciting but all I wanted at that time was to get warm. I think it was because I knew I wasn’t going to race in the Championships that I wasn’t more excited.
That night Elle was happy for me but she seemed to be somewhat subdued. By the time I’d eaten and got over to her house I was so very tired that I didn’t press the matter. As I remember it we didn’t do much of anything and I left early and went home and to bed.
Rose and I had a good week as far as our “team” was concerned. She stopped her flirting with me and that took some of the pressure off. Of course it meant no more panty peeks but I was more than willing to forgo those by that time. During the week, on a call to Elle, I found out that both she and her mother were quite sick. Her mother didn’t trust doctors so I knew it had to be bad when I found out that they had both been seen by a doctor. Elle said that neither of them had been to work so that was another measure of how serious it was.
When the Drama class had started the instructor had indicated that we’d tackle three plays. However, we’d spent almost three weeks on Inherit the Wind. This was our second week on Picnic which meant there was only one week for the last play, Death of a Salesman. On that Friday, the instructor made an offer to the class that if we were willing to spend the weekend reading all of Death of a Salesman and be ready for a quiz on Monday, we wouldn’t have to write a paper about the play, Picnic. For me it was a “no brainer“. Sitting down to write a paper, back then, was an ordeal for me. The majority agreed that it was a ”deal“. Rose was one who wanted to write the paper but that was because she’d already started it.
When I got home Friday afternoon Elle was up and sitting in her back yard. She looked terrible. Her eyes were sunken into her head and she had definitely lost weight. My guess is that it was the ”flu“ but in those times that wasn’t something that anyone really ever heard. It was usually a ”Summer cold“. In any case, it didn’t look good for us going out and me being alone with her. If there was a good thing about it it was that I really had no excuse not to do the reading of the play.
I knew Rick would not be back to sail that Sunday and I had intended to have Elle sail with me. On Saturday afternoon, one of the other sailors from the club called me up wondering if he could borrow my boat for the Sunday races. He’d broken his mast in the Territorials and hadn’t been able to locate a new one. He was well up in the standings for the weekly races and knowing that I wasn’t going to be there for August thought he’d ask. He was a good guy and I felt sorry for him so said ”yes“.
I spent as much time with Elle as her mother would let me. She slept a good bit of the time while I did my reading. Because I was planning on heading back to work the following Saturday I had to go get my boat when the races were over and then store it away. It was sort of bittersweet knowing that I’d qualified for the Championships and yet wouldn’t be competing in them.
To be continued...
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... some ripples (Part 45k)
When we sat back down on the sofa to read the drama class assignment Elle took a seat at the other end. I encouraged her to get closer but all she did was to smile. I couldn’t figure why she was smiling. But then, ever so subtly, she lifted her legs, one at a time, up onto the seat. The view I got solved my puzzlement. Then she said that if I was a “good boy”, and concentrated on my reading, there would be a “surprise“ for me when I was finished. Talk about pressure! It was hard enough to concentrate knowing what was under her tented skirt but the anticipation of a ‘surprise” made it almost impossible. I know I read some passages at least three times.
It was around 11pm when my parents came home. They stopped to say “hello” and then headed upstairs to bed. That, in itself, was a relief. I guess I finished up about a half hour later. When I said I was done Elle said something that didn’t make any sense when she said it. It was something like “I was beginning to worry I wouldn’t make it.” I had no idea what she meant until we walked out the front door. Once there she grabbed my hand and ran for the steps to the beach. That’s when the light went on. She’d been holding off going to the bathroom hoping to last until I was finished.
Once on the sand she grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it up to her waist. She kept walking until she was under the raised part of the dock. Once there she stopped and spread her legs. It was dark but I certainly knew what was happening. Within seconds I could hear her pee puddling in the sand. I stepped up to her and put my hand on her crotch. She hated it when I did that when she was actually peeing because it made her it run down her legs... but she didn’t say anything and put her free arm around me and drew me up to her so we could kiss. If we’d been just about anywhere but right in front of my house... Well, you know what I mean.
The Territorial regatta was a two day, three race series. It brought the best sailors in our area together. It was certainly tougher racing than our regular club races even though our club had some of the best skippers. Rick and I were there early, anxious to get started. I was pleased to see the twins were still racing. It had been two years since I’d last seen them and what a difference those two years made. They had matured in all ways and had given up that annoying habit of wearing the same clothes. Pam had let her hair grow longer and had it in a pony tail for the races. Penny had hers cut shorter and it was somewhat curly. It was now easy to tell them apart. To be truthful, one of the first things I thought of was were they still wearing the same heavy cotton panties that I remembered them wearing. There were other people that I recognized as well. The weather was perfect and I was excited to get going.
I saw that the twins had changed into bathing suits (not the same) to race in. I, of course, was hoping that they’d be wearing their clothes. They had towed their boat behind a station wagon that was parked right in front of where my boat was located on the beach. I saw Pam headed for the wagon carrying what appeared to be clothes. Rick and I were just about ready to launch when I saw her. We were waiting for another guy to come over to help us and when I saw her headed down the beach to her boat I ran up to the wagon. The windows were up and the doors locked but there on the front seat were the clothes and right on top was a pair of white nylon panties. It was certainly another sign that they were maturing.
We did very well and were in third place after the two races. It was exciting to be so competitive against the best. The club was holding a cook out and party that night and Elle had switched with one of the other girls at work so she could attend. The only bad thing was that the twins spent more time hanging around us than I would’ve liked. I won’t say Elle was jealous because she had met them at races in years past but it was a bit uncomfortable.
We left the party fairly early and, just because we were both a bit anxious, I decided we’d go back to the abandoned garage. Because the sailing club building was built out on the beach a slatted wooden path was made so people wouldn’t have to get sand in their shoes on the way to and from the parking lot. The problem with it was that the slats were placed a bit too far apart. Anyone wearing flip flops or open toed sandals had to be careful that their shoes didn’t get caught between the slats. We were hurrying down the path with me in front and holding one of Elle’s hands. All of a sudden I felt my arm jerk and by the time I turned around Elle was on her side lying on the path. I got to her right away and I heard her say something I’d never heard before... a swear word.
As I stooped down to help her up I could see that when she fell she had skinned her knee. But that wasn’t was what caused her to swear. She was wetting herself and as she was wearing a brand new pair of bermuda shorts, it upset her. When I got her to her feet I could see that one side of her shorts were completely wet. She wasn’t happy, at all, and when she realized she had a skinned knee it made her madder. I had a small first aid kit in the car and once there I cleaned it up and put a few band aids on it. As I was doing that she said it was all my fault. That puzzled me and I asked her how it could be my fault. She’d put off using the toilet to save her pee for me for when we got to the garage. Hmmm... I appreciated the thought but had a hard time accepting the blame.
The net result was that the thoughts of what we’d expected to do had quickly disappeared. She wanted to go home to wash out the shorts so they wouldn’t get stained. As it was past 9pm, her parents were already asleep so it wasn’t a problem of walking in with wet clothes on. We were pretty much silent on the way home. After she changed we ended up sitting, pretty much silent, on the front stoop of her house. I remember thinking about how fast things change. From great great anticipation to disappointment in just a few seconds.
To be continued...
When we sat back down on the sofa to read the drama class assignment Elle took a seat at the other end. I encouraged her to get closer but all she did was to smile. I couldn’t figure why she was smiling. But then, ever so subtly, she lifted her legs, one at a time, up onto the seat. The view I got solved my puzzlement. Then she said that if I was a “good boy”, and concentrated on my reading, there would be a “surprise“ for me when I was finished. Talk about pressure! It was hard enough to concentrate knowing what was under her tented skirt but the anticipation of a ‘surprise” made it almost impossible. I know I read some passages at least three times.
It was around 11pm when my parents came home. They stopped to say “hello” and then headed upstairs to bed. That, in itself, was a relief. I guess I finished up about a half hour later. When I said I was done Elle said something that didn’t make any sense when she said it. It was something like “I was beginning to worry I wouldn’t make it.” I had no idea what she meant until we walked out the front door. Once there she grabbed my hand and ran for the steps to the beach. That’s when the light went on. She’d been holding off going to the bathroom hoping to last until I was finished.
Once on the sand she grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it up to her waist. She kept walking until she was under the raised part of the dock. Once there she stopped and spread her legs. It was dark but I certainly knew what was happening. Within seconds I could hear her pee puddling in the sand. I stepped up to her and put my hand on her crotch. She hated it when I did that when she was actually peeing because it made her it run down her legs... but she didn’t say anything and put her free arm around me and drew me up to her so we could kiss. If we’d been just about anywhere but right in front of my house... Well, you know what I mean.
The Territorial regatta was a two day, three race series. It brought the best sailors in our area together. It was certainly tougher racing than our regular club races even though our club had some of the best skippers. Rick and I were there early, anxious to get started. I was pleased to see the twins were still racing. It had been two years since I’d last seen them and what a difference those two years made. They had matured in all ways and had given up that annoying habit of wearing the same clothes. Pam had let her hair grow longer and had it in a pony tail for the races. Penny had hers cut shorter and it was somewhat curly. It was now easy to tell them apart. To be truthful, one of the first things I thought of was were they still wearing the same heavy cotton panties that I remembered them wearing. There were other people that I recognized as well. The weather was perfect and I was excited to get going.
I saw that the twins had changed into bathing suits (not the same) to race in. I, of course, was hoping that they’d be wearing their clothes. They had towed their boat behind a station wagon that was parked right in front of where my boat was located on the beach. I saw Pam headed for the wagon carrying what appeared to be clothes. Rick and I were just about ready to launch when I saw her. We were waiting for another guy to come over to help us and when I saw her headed down the beach to her boat I ran up to the wagon. The windows were up and the doors locked but there on the front seat were the clothes and right on top was a pair of white nylon panties. It was certainly another sign that they were maturing.
We did very well and were in third place after the two races. It was exciting to be so competitive against the best. The club was holding a cook out and party that night and Elle had switched with one of the other girls at work so she could attend. The only bad thing was that the twins spent more time hanging around us than I would’ve liked. I won’t say Elle was jealous because she had met them at races in years past but it was a bit uncomfortable.
We left the party fairly early and, just because we were both a bit anxious, I decided we’d go back to the abandoned garage. Because the sailing club building was built out on the beach a slatted wooden path was made so people wouldn’t have to get sand in their shoes on the way to and from the parking lot. The problem with it was that the slats were placed a bit too far apart. Anyone wearing flip flops or open toed sandals had to be careful that their shoes didn’t get caught between the slats. We were hurrying down the path with me in front and holding one of Elle’s hands. All of a sudden I felt my arm jerk and by the time I turned around Elle was on her side lying on the path. I got to her right away and I heard her say something I’d never heard before... a swear word.
As I stooped down to help her up I could see that when she fell she had skinned her knee. But that wasn’t was what caused her to swear. She was wetting herself and as she was wearing a brand new pair of bermuda shorts, it upset her. When I got her to her feet I could see that one side of her shorts were completely wet. She wasn’t happy, at all, and when she realized she had a skinned knee it made her madder. I had a small first aid kit in the car and once there I cleaned it up and put a few band aids on it. As I was doing that she said it was all my fault. That puzzled me and I asked her how it could be my fault. She’d put off using the toilet to save her pee for me for when we got to the garage. Hmmm... I appreciated the thought but had a hard time accepting the blame.
The net result was that the thoughts of what we’d expected to do had quickly disappeared. She wanted to go home to wash out the shorts so they wouldn’t get stained. As it was past 9pm, her parents were already asleep so it wasn’t a problem of walking in with wet clothes on. We were pretty much silent on the way home. After she changed we ended up sitting, pretty much silent, on the front stoop of her house. I remember thinking about how fast things change. From great great anticipation to disappointment in just a few seconds.
To be continued...
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... some "ripples" (Part 45j)
I’m sure Rose could see I wasn’t too happy about doing it so she stayed fairly quiet on the trip. When we made the turn off the main highway I followed her directions and after a few miles she got really animated and pointed to a sign on the side of the road. She was pointing to the theater in the round that the play Inherit the Wind was going to be performed. I remember shaking my head and thinking ”no way!“, but didn’t say anything. It only took a few minutes to her house. It wasn’t a mansion, by any means, but it was certainly the biggest house in the area. It was located on a slight hill and faced out onto a small harbor. I couldn’t see the water from the driveway but Rose said she could see it from her room. She, naturally, invited me in but I told her I had to get right back to Van’s house. She was obviously disappointed. On my way back I was upset with myself for treating her so curtly and vowed to apologize the next day.
It wasn’t that simple. When she didn’t show up for our pre-class meeting I thought it was because she couldn’t get a ride. I sat next to her, as usual, but she wouldn’t even acknowledge my presence. That didn’t help with our class participation. As soon as the class ended I followed her out and stopped her in the hallway. If there was one thing I knew it was that I really needed her to insure that I did well in that class. After a bit of grovelling, she agreed to go back out to our usual meeting place. She had a ”deal“ for me... if I would promise to go to the play with her she’d forgive me. I didn’t see any way out.
Her mother had driven her to the campus and was then headed to the city. Her MG was to be ready that afternoon and, of course, she looked to me to take her there to pick it up. Since it was a Friday all it meant was a little delay in getting home. A small price to pay to keep her somewhat happy.
Once I got home my focus was on sailboat racing. As Elle wasn’t working she accompanied me to the sailing club so I could make sure the boat was race ready. There were still a lot of kids there taking sailing lessons. It was the first time I’d been there while they were going on and I saw the girl, Peggy, who had crewed for me a few weeks earlier. I’d told Elle about her but not about the panty peeks I’d had. When I saw her I immediately envisioned her standing in the water in her panties. I pointed her out to Elle and I remember her giving me a funny look. As I had described her... she was a very nice girl. I remember looking over some of the other girls on the beach and thinking that if they had Peggy’s body they’d really be something.
There were some things that I’d decided to change on the boat. It turned out that it took longer than I’d expected. Elle was a big help but we’d gotten so involved that we missed the closing of the clubhouse. I saw the manager’s car leaving the parking lot and that was it. We’d been there well over two hours and that was pushing Elle’s bladder limits. Realizing this I started getting a bulge. I guess you could call me mean and cruel but I mentioned the fact that the club was now locked. You know how the power of suggestion works.
If she were just about any other girl she would’ve just gone behind the club and pulled down her shorts and panties and peed. But Elle was Elle... and that wasn’t going to happen. What I was working on in the boat could be left and returned to later on so I took her by the hand and led her over to my car. The way it was parked was actually parallel to the shoreline. Since there were no other cars in the lot or any people on the beach I told her she could take her shorts off in the car and then could step out and pee on the ground. No one would see her. The car itself would block anyone on the road from seeing her and the open passenger door would also block anyone's view. I actually asked her to do it... just for me. After looking around in all directions she did as I asked. Normally when she peed and I was with her she’d let me put my hand between her legs. But that was when it was dark out. With bright sunshine she didn’t want me near her. So I stood by the back of the car and watched. It was the next best thing and I thoroughly enjoyed it.
The ever present towel from under the seat took up most of the wetness. Another pair of heavy cotton panties from the ”stash” I kept under my seat took care of the rest. We went back to the boat and finished up and by the time we headed for home she was reasonably dry. I patted her bottom just to make sure and it felt like it would from normal perspiration. When we got to her house I asked if she’d leave on the clothes she was wearing. She gave me one of those “you’ve got to be kidding” looks so I didn’t know what she’d do.
As racing would take up the next two days and I knew I’d be tired on Sunday night, it made sense to me to do my homework that night. Elle was OK with it and she brought some magazines to read while I struggled with Economic theory. Actually, having her there made it tough to concentrate as I kept thinking of what we might end up doing when I finished up. After the “look” she gave me when I asked her to leave the panties on that she’d wet in I didn’t dare ask. Wondering if she did or didn’t leave them on also weighed on my mind. My parents were next door visiting with the new neighbors so when Elle got up to use the toilet I followed her. She wasn’t happy, afraid my parents would walk in on us. So I stood at the doorway and as watched her pull the panties down I could see that there were two pair. That was enough of an answer for me. I was pleased and proud of her. When I finally got to the point that I thought I understood the Economics assignment I suggested that we go out on the dock for a “breath of fresh air”. What I really wanted was kiss, hug and a “feel” of her panties. But, once there, I remembered that my parents were next door and that they could possibly see us. So, a walk to the end of the dock and back was all it was.
To be continued...
I’m sure Rose could see I wasn’t too happy about doing it so she stayed fairly quiet on the trip. When we made the turn off the main highway I followed her directions and after a few miles she got really animated and pointed to a sign on the side of the road. She was pointing to the theater in the round that the play Inherit the Wind was going to be performed. I remember shaking my head and thinking ”no way!“, but didn’t say anything. It only took a few minutes to her house. It wasn’t a mansion, by any means, but it was certainly the biggest house in the area. It was located on a slight hill and faced out onto a small harbor. I couldn’t see the water from the driveway but Rose said she could see it from her room. She, naturally, invited me in but I told her I had to get right back to Van’s house. She was obviously disappointed. On my way back I was upset with myself for treating her so curtly and vowed to apologize the next day.
It wasn’t that simple. When she didn’t show up for our pre-class meeting I thought it was because she couldn’t get a ride. I sat next to her, as usual, but she wouldn’t even acknowledge my presence. That didn’t help with our class participation. As soon as the class ended I followed her out and stopped her in the hallway. If there was one thing I knew it was that I really needed her to insure that I did well in that class. After a bit of grovelling, she agreed to go back out to our usual meeting place. She had a ”deal“ for me... if I would promise to go to the play with her she’d forgive me. I didn’t see any way out.
Her mother had driven her to the campus and was then headed to the city. Her MG was to be ready that afternoon and, of course, she looked to me to take her there to pick it up. Since it was a Friday all it meant was a little delay in getting home. A small price to pay to keep her somewhat happy.
Once I got home my focus was on sailboat racing. As Elle wasn’t working she accompanied me to the sailing club so I could make sure the boat was race ready. There were still a lot of kids there taking sailing lessons. It was the first time I’d been there while they were going on and I saw the girl, Peggy, who had crewed for me a few weeks earlier. I’d told Elle about her but not about the panty peeks I’d had. When I saw her I immediately envisioned her standing in the water in her panties. I pointed her out to Elle and I remember her giving me a funny look. As I had described her... she was a very nice girl. I remember looking over some of the other girls on the beach and thinking that if they had Peggy’s body they’d really be something.
There were some things that I’d decided to change on the boat. It turned out that it took longer than I’d expected. Elle was a big help but we’d gotten so involved that we missed the closing of the clubhouse. I saw the manager’s car leaving the parking lot and that was it. We’d been there well over two hours and that was pushing Elle’s bladder limits. Realizing this I started getting a bulge. I guess you could call me mean and cruel but I mentioned the fact that the club was now locked. You know how the power of suggestion works.
If she were just about any other girl she would’ve just gone behind the club and pulled down her shorts and panties and peed. But Elle was Elle... and that wasn’t going to happen. What I was working on in the boat could be left and returned to later on so I took her by the hand and led her over to my car. The way it was parked was actually parallel to the shoreline. Since there were no other cars in the lot or any people on the beach I told her she could take her shorts off in the car and then could step out and pee on the ground. No one would see her. The car itself would block anyone on the road from seeing her and the open passenger door would also block anyone's view. I actually asked her to do it... just for me. After looking around in all directions she did as I asked. Normally when she peed and I was with her she’d let me put my hand between her legs. But that was when it was dark out. With bright sunshine she didn’t want me near her. So I stood by the back of the car and watched. It was the next best thing and I thoroughly enjoyed it.
The ever present towel from under the seat took up most of the wetness. Another pair of heavy cotton panties from the ”stash” I kept under my seat took care of the rest. We went back to the boat and finished up and by the time we headed for home she was reasonably dry. I patted her bottom just to make sure and it felt like it would from normal perspiration. When we got to her house I asked if she’d leave on the clothes she was wearing. She gave me one of those “you’ve got to be kidding” looks so I didn’t know what she’d do.
As racing would take up the next two days and I knew I’d be tired on Sunday night, it made sense to me to do my homework that night. Elle was OK with it and she brought some magazines to read while I struggled with Economic theory. Actually, having her there made it tough to concentrate as I kept thinking of what we might end up doing when I finished up. After the “look” she gave me when I asked her to leave the panties on that she’d wet in I didn’t dare ask. Wondering if she did or didn’t leave them on also weighed on my mind. My parents were next door visiting with the new neighbors so when Elle got up to use the toilet I followed her. She wasn’t happy, afraid my parents would walk in on us. So I stood at the doorway and as watched her pull the panties down I could see that there were two pair. That was enough of an answer for me. I was pleased and proud of her. When I finally got to the point that I thought I understood the Economics assignment I suggested that we go out on the dock for a “breath of fresh air”. What I really wanted was kiss, hug and a “feel” of her panties. But, once there, I remembered that my parents were next door and that they could possibly see us. So, a walk to the end of the dock and back was all it was.
To be continued...
Monday, June 22, 2009
A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... and enjoying it (Part45i)
Our night didn’t go as I’d planned but, all in all, it went well. I’d envisioned lying next to Elle on the beach at the Point and enjoying the warm feel of her body next to mine. We ended up having her straddle me in the front seat of the car. I did have a rubber and managed to last quite a while. I know Elle enjoyed it as she continued to “grind” on me long after I’d come. We stayed there at the garage for quite a while with Elle lying across my lap. As usual, she had left her panties on so while she lay there I kept rubbing her wet pantied crotch. Actually, I was surprised at how fast I “revived” and gave a quick thought about another round. But Elle said she was a bit sore so we stayed with her across my lap and in my arms.
Because the area was so overgrown with weeds she was reluctant to get out of the car to pee so she just stuffed the towel under her and went that way. Of course, my hand was right there when she was done. By the time we headed for home her skirt was somewhat dry. She waited to put it on until we were in my driveway. I’d given her a pair of dry heavy cotton panties from my "stash" that I kept under my seat to put on over her wet ones. She was somewhat put together by the time we walked over to her house. On my way back home I was pretty happy.
Van and his parents arrived around 10am. I’d told Elle that I was pretty well spoken for and wouldn’t have much time for her. She understood but I did promise to bring Van over since she already knew him from back at school. All in all, it was a long day. Van and I were “excused“ after dinner but I overheard his mother tell him that there was to be no partying. Van told me to ignore his mother but I was smart enough to ignore him. He’d shown some interest in car racing going back to when I still owned a race car so I figured we could go to the races. He’d never been and this night turned out to be a good one for a first timer. Good racing mixed with a few spectacular crashes. A visit to the pit area after the races had him really excited. It certainly was better than trying to keep him from getting out of hand at the local bar hang out.
Sunday came up stormy. Van’s parents made it easy for both me and my parents by deciding to leave after lunch. It freed me up to go race my sailboat. Rick had called the previous day and left a message that, if I was racing, he’d be at the club around noon. I said my good bye’s and headed over to the clubhouse. Because I knew I wasn’t going to be around for the whole Summer I hadn’t paid much attention to the racing schedule. As soon as I saw Rick he asked if I was going to race in the Territorial Championships scheduled for the following weekend. They were the qualifier for the National Championships and were being held at our own club. I was surprised but said I would. I did tell him that if we did qualify I wouldn’t be able to race in the Championships. He said it didn't matter and would be there the next Saturday. That meant I was set for at least one more week of racing.
On that day, with strong winds, the extra 30+ pounds we carried came to good use as we won one race and did well in the other. It was obvious that we worked well together and as we put the boat away that afternoon I was already getting excited about the following weekend. It had rained the whole time we were out and by the time I got home I was shaking from being cold. Elle saw me arrive home and came right over but I wanted to get to the shower and get warm. When I finally came out it was obvious that there was something bothering her.
I’d put off thinking about our engagement announcement and making wedding plans hoping to get through the six weeks at home without any problems with my parents and grandparents. Elle’s mother was putting pressure on her and she didn’t know what to say or do. The problem was that I didn’t either. My more immediate problem was that I still had all my homework to do so when I avoided talking about it with her she got mad and went home. I intended to go over to see her when I finished up but when I did she had already gone to bed. Not good!
The following week started off calmly but it changed in mid week. Rose arrived at our pre-class meeting all upset. Her car was a 1948 MG two seater that her brother had bought in England while he was stationed there and had shipped stateside. After he got married and needed a more practical vehicle, he gave it to Rose. It was one with real wire wheels and something had happened to one of the wheels when she turned into the campus. She, knowing I liked cars, asked me to go look at it. We both had to get to class so we did after it was over. It turned out to be a wheel bearing that had failed. Since it was a foreign car, parts were only available from a dealer and there wasn’t one anywhere nearby. She ended up calling her father who, in turn, arranged for it to be towed. That meant Rose had no way to get home. Guess who was recruited?
This is hard to explain... I liked working with Rose on the course material but, starting when she saw me take interest when she’d inadvertantly shown me her panties, she had started to become a pest. A pest in that I felt she wanted me to show real personal interest in her and as much as I liked seeing her panty ”free shows“, that was as far as it went for me. So, when I told her I’d drive her home I hoped that I could persuade Van to go with us but he wouldn’t.
To be continued...
Our night didn’t go as I’d planned but, all in all, it went well. I’d envisioned lying next to Elle on the beach at the Point and enjoying the warm feel of her body next to mine. We ended up having her straddle me in the front seat of the car. I did have a rubber and managed to last quite a while. I know Elle enjoyed it as she continued to “grind” on me long after I’d come. We stayed there at the garage for quite a while with Elle lying across my lap. As usual, she had left her panties on so while she lay there I kept rubbing her wet pantied crotch. Actually, I was surprised at how fast I “revived” and gave a quick thought about another round. But Elle said she was a bit sore so we stayed with her across my lap and in my arms.
Because the area was so overgrown with weeds she was reluctant to get out of the car to pee so she just stuffed the towel under her and went that way. Of course, my hand was right there when she was done. By the time we headed for home her skirt was somewhat dry. She waited to put it on until we were in my driveway. I’d given her a pair of dry heavy cotton panties from my "stash" that I kept under my seat to put on over her wet ones. She was somewhat put together by the time we walked over to her house. On my way back home I was pretty happy.
Van and his parents arrived around 10am. I’d told Elle that I was pretty well spoken for and wouldn’t have much time for her. She understood but I did promise to bring Van over since she already knew him from back at school. All in all, it was a long day. Van and I were “excused“ after dinner but I overheard his mother tell him that there was to be no partying. Van told me to ignore his mother but I was smart enough to ignore him. He’d shown some interest in car racing going back to when I still owned a race car so I figured we could go to the races. He’d never been and this night turned out to be a good one for a first timer. Good racing mixed with a few spectacular crashes. A visit to the pit area after the races had him really excited. It certainly was better than trying to keep him from getting out of hand at the local bar hang out.
Sunday came up stormy. Van’s parents made it easy for both me and my parents by deciding to leave after lunch. It freed me up to go race my sailboat. Rick had called the previous day and left a message that, if I was racing, he’d be at the club around noon. I said my good bye’s and headed over to the clubhouse. Because I knew I wasn’t going to be around for the whole Summer I hadn’t paid much attention to the racing schedule. As soon as I saw Rick he asked if I was going to race in the Territorial Championships scheduled for the following weekend. They were the qualifier for the National Championships and were being held at our own club. I was surprised but said I would. I did tell him that if we did qualify I wouldn’t be able to race in the Championships. He said it didn't matter and would be there the next Saturday. That meant I was set for at least one more week of racing.
On that day, with strong winds, the extra 30+ pounds we carried came to good use as we won one race and did well in the other. It was obvious that we worked well together and as we put the boat away that afternoon I was already getting excited about the following weekend. It had rained the whole time we were out and by the time I got home I was shaking from being cold. Elle saw me arrive home and came right over but I wanted to get to the shower and get warm. When I finally came out it was obvious that there was something bothering her.
I’d put off thinking about our engagement announcement and making wedding plans hoping to get through the six weeks at home without any problems with my parents and grandparents. Elle’s mother was putting pressure on her and she didn’t know what to say or do. The problem was that I didn’t either. My more immediate problem was that I still had all my homework to do so when I avoided talking about it with her she got mad and went home. I intended to go over to see her when I finished up but when I did she had already gone to bed. Not good!
The following week started off calmly but it changed in mid week. Rose arrived at our pre-class meeting all upset. Her car was a 1948 MG two seater that her brother had bought in England while he was stationed there and had shipped stateside. After he got married and needed a more practical vehicle, he gave it to Rose. It was one with real wire wheels and something had happened to one of the wheels when she turned into the campus. She, knowing I liked cars, asked me to go look at it. We both had to get to class so we did after it was over. It turned out to be a wheel bearing that had failed. Since it was a foreign car, parts were only available from a dealer and there wasn’t one anywhere nearby. She ended up calling her father who, in turn, arranged for it to be towed. That meant Rose had no way to get home. Guess who was recruited?
This is hard to explain... I liked working with Rose on the course material but, starting when she saw me take interest when she’d inadvertantly shown me her panties, she had started to become a pest. A pest in that I felt she wanted me to show real personal interest in her and as much as I liked seeing her panty ”free shows“, that was as far as it went for me. So, when I told her I’d drive her home I hoped that I could persuade Van to go with us but he wouldn’t.
To be continued...
Saturday, June 20, 2009
A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... and enjoying it (Part45h)
I’m pretty sure it was the same week that the horse won that Van and I were leaving campus and he asked if I could do him a favor. It was to go over to her house and then drive her to the mall. It was a surprise to me because any time I mentioned her name he'd just clam up. I didn’t say anything and followed his directions. When she came out of the house she honestly reminded me of some of the WWII pinup poster girls. I would have paid her to bend over in the shorts she was wearing. The trip to the mall was strange as neither of them said a word. When we got there Gail got out and Van stayed in the car with me. It was very strange. BUT... I got somewhat of a VPL as she walked away. It was a very nice view. On our way back to Van’s he wouldn’t talk about it. At least I’d gotten what I wanted.
That night I got the word that Van’s parents had decided that this would be the weekend that they would come to visit my parents. Van had told me that he didn’t want to come and I took that as being fact. Unfortunately, it wasn’t Van’s decision. That meant that I’d have to entertain Van and that would severely limit my time with Elle. After the way she’d acted the weekend before I’d had her on my mind the whole week, anticipating more of the same. I was NOT good company that night!
Since his parents would have to wait until Van’s father got home from work, they decided to wait until Saturday morning to come on out. They made the decision without telling me so I remained in a bad mood. I was actually home before I found out. Even though Elle was working I went up to see her immediately after my mother told me. I was hyper from anticipation of what I hoped would take place that night. Elle was excited to see me and, because the store owner wasn’t there, I got to sit at the counter and spent the afternoon with her. It was a long afternoon though what with the anticipation of the evening weighing on me.
We worked out a “story“ to tell our parents for what we were going to do that night. There was a movie playing that Elle really did want to see so her mother ”bought“ it right off. I didn’t want to stay close to home and we had decided to head East and out to the ”Point“. I had convinced her that, even though it would still be daylight, we would be able to find a place with privacy. I managed to grab a couple of my mother’s beach towels and made sure I had some clean panties for Elle for the return home before we headed out East. I’ll admit that I had a soft bulge almost from the time we got in my car.
My excitement quickly turned to annoyance as soon as we reached the main road. Elle started to pester me about actually going to the movie first. It was a lose, lose situation for me. If we didn’t go then Elle would pout and not be as ”willing“. If we did go I’d have to wait and hope that she would ”reward“ me for it. I’d heard about the movie (Vertigo) and certainly was taken by Kim Novak’s good looks but I was more interested in Elle than a movie star that I could only look at. Reluctantly, I headed for the downtown area. As soon as I did Elle was all over me which, in a way, just made it worse for me. Now I’d have to wait for over two hours for my ”reward“.
The movie was actually good. It was also scary. I had one arm around Elle and she was holding my other hand when the really scary part came. I remember her burying her head in my shoulder and grasping my hand tightly. When the moment passed she whispered in my ear that she had a ”problem”. At that point I was totally engrossed in the movie and what she said didn’t register with me. She actually had to shake me to get my full attention. She had wet herself... from a combination of a full bladder (she hadn’t gone since we’d left home) and being scared. I remember asking how bad was it. “BAD!” was her answer. But, in spite of it, we both wanted to see the end of the movie so she sat in her wet clothes and until the end.
We waited until everyone had left and when she got up I just slipped in right behind her trying to hide the huge wet patch on her skirt. The people waiting to get in for the second show were facing the other direction so she had that going for her. After we reached the car and noting that there was no one around I turned her around and gave her a big hug, with my hands grabbing her wet butt cheeks. She tried to fight me off but I wouldn’t let go, finally giving up and kissing me. We stayed like that for quite a while. When I opened the car door she took her skirt off while still standing outside the car. That, in itself, was a shock. She reached under the seat for the ever present towel and climbed in. By the time I made to to the driver’s side she’d already slid over to my side and was waiting for me. The next shock was that she put one of her hands right on top of my bulge. I almost came right there.
Because of the scary nature of the movie, Elle didn’t want to go to the “Point”. It was now dark and she didn’t feel comfortable going there after it had already gotten that way. It was one thing in daylight but completely different at night. One place we hadn’t been to in quite a while was the old Boy Scout camp. The advantage of parking up there was that you could see cars approaching. I couldn’t get there fast enough. Like I said, it had been a while since we’d gone there. As we approached the top of the hill I couldn’t believe my eyes as there were at least a half dozen cars there. I just turned the car around and headed for the abandoned garage, again.
To be continued...
I’m pretty sure it was the same week that the horse won that Van and I were leaving campus and he asked if I could do him a favor. It was to go over to her house and then drive her to the mall. It was a surprise to me because any time I mentioned her name he'd just clam up. I didn’t say anything and followed his directions. When she came out of the house she honestly reminded me of some of the WWII pinup poster girls. I would have paid her to bend over in the shorts she was wearing. The trip to the mall was strange as neither of them said a word. When we got there Gail got out and Van stayed in the car with me. It was very strange. BUT... I got somewhat of a VPL as she walked away. It was a very nice view. On our way back to Van’s he wouldn’t talk about it. At least I’d gotten what I wanted.
That night I got the word that Van’s parents had decided that this would be the weekend that they would come to visit my parents. Van had told me that he didn’t want to come and I took that as being fact. Unfortunately, it wasn’t Van’s decision. That meant that I’d have to entertain Van and that would severely limit my time with Elle. After the way she’d acted the weekend before I’d had her on my mind the whole week, anticipating more of the same. I was NOT good company that night!
Since his parents would have to wait until Van’s father got home from work, they decided to wait until Saturday morning to come on out. They made the decision without telling me so I remained in a bad mood. I was actually home before I found out. Even though Elle was working I went up to see her immediately after my mother told me. I was hyper from anticipation of what I hoped would take place that night. Elle was excited to see me and, because the store owner wasn’t there, I got to sit at the counter and spent the afternoon with her. It was a long afternoon though what with the anticipation of the evening weighing on me.
We worked out a “story“ to tell our parents for what we were going to do that night. There was a movie playing that Elle really did want to see so her mother ”bought“ it right off. I didn’t want to stay close to home and we had decided to head East and out to the ”Point“. I had convinced her that, even though it would still be daylight, we would be able to find a place with privacy. I managed to grab a couple of my mother’s beach towels and made sure I had some clean panties for Elle for the return home before we headed out East. I’ll admit that I had a soft bulge almost from the time we got in my car.
My excitement quickly turned to annoyance as soon as we reached the main road. Elle started to pester me about actually going to the movie first. It was a lose, lose situation for me. If we didn’t go then Elle would pout and not be as ”willing“. If we did go I’d have to wait and hope that she would ”reward“ me for it. I’d heard about the movie (Vertigo) and certainly was taken by Kim Novak’s good looks but I was more interested in Elle than a movie star that I could only look at. Reluctantly, I headed for the downtown area. As soon as I did Elle was all over me which, in a way, just made it worse for me. Now I’d have to wait for over two hours for my ”reward“.
The movie was actually good. It was also scary. I had one arm around Elle and she was holding my other hand when the really scary part came. I remember her burying her head in my shoulder and grasping my hand tightly. When the moment passed she whispered in my ear that she had a ”problem”. At that point I was totally engrossed in the movie and what she said didn’t register with me. She actually had to shake me to get my full attention. She had wet herself... from a combination of a full bladder (she hadn’t gone since we’d left home) and being scared. I remember asking how bad was it. “BAD!” was her answer. But, in spite of it, we both wanted to see the end of the movie so she sat in her wet clothes and until the end.
We waited until everyone had left and when she got up I just slipped in right behind her trying to hide the huge wet patch on her skirt. The people waiting to get in for the second show were facing the other direction so she had that going for her. After we reached the car and noting that there was no one around I turned her around and gave her a big hug, with my hands grabbing her wet butt cheeks. She tried to fight me off but I wouldn’t let go, finally giving up and kissing me. We stayed like that for quite a while. When I opened the car door she took her skirt off while still standing outside the car. That, in itself, was a shock. She reached under the seat for the ever present towel and climbed in. By the time I made to to the driver’s side she’d already slid over to my side and was waiting for me. The next shock was that she put one of her hands right on top of my bulge. I almost came right there.
Because of the scary nature of the movie, Elle didn’t want to go to the “Point”. It was now dark and she didn’t feel comfortable going there after it had already gotten that way. It was one thing in daylight but completely different at night. One place we hadn’t been to in quite a while was the old Boy Scout camp. The advantage of parking up there was that you could see cars approaching. I couldn’t get there fast enough. Like I said, it had been a while since we’d gone there. As we approached the top of the hill I couldn’t believe my eyes as there were at least a half dozen cars there. I just turned the car around and headed for the abandoned garage, again.
To be continued...
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... Finally enjoying it (Part 45g)
I was really hurting in the morning. I couldn’t believe that I was so far out of shape as far as sailing was concerned. Since I didn’t have a crew I prevailed upon Elle to switch with another girl she worked with so she could. As we got the boat ready I was praying that the wind stayed relatively calm for both her sake as well as mine. Elle knew how to sail but hadn’t raced and was very apprehensive. Because of her ”problem“ she wore a bathing suit. It was her dark blue one piece which really showed her shape. I caught a number of the other sailors taking a close look at her while we were getting the boat ready.
We both got lucky in that we were able to handle the wind without difficulty. In one way it was sort of funny because Elle ”hiked“ out to pee through her suit even though there was hardly any wind. Again, the results weren’t all that good but acceptable considering it was Elle’s first attempt. If there was one ”downer“ it was that Elle had to work that night. I rationalized that by saying I still had homework to finish.
As I mentioned before, I’d noticed what I felt was a ”loosening up’ by Elle and that was borne out further when I picked her up at work that night. I pulled up in front of the drug store and slid over to the passenger side of the front seat to open the door for her. She hesitated and asked if I had a towel handy. I ALWAYS had a towel handy in the car but I wasn’t prepared for her to ask about it, especially just getting off from work. I slid back over to behind the steering wheel and pulled a towel out from under my seat and lay it on the passenger seat for her. As she got in she pulled the back of her dress way up and got in. I didn’t see anyone behind her or in the store but if there had been anyone there they would’ve gotten a ‘‘free show“. I know I must’ve had a puzzled look on my face because she asked what was wrong. I don’t know what I said, if anything, but I do remember her taking my hand and placing in on her crotch. Her panties were wet... very wet. I liked the feeling, for sure!.
As we drove away she told me that when she was washing up she had started to leak. Knowing that it was only a few minutes until I was picking her up she went into the restroom and peed through her panties ”just for me“. By then I was hard (and uncomfortable down there) as a rock. We hadn’t parked at our old spot by the abandoned garage since I’d been home. It was the closest place with the most privacy that I could think of and I couldn’t get there fast enough.
No one had been in there for quite a while as I could see all the weeds that had grown up in the entryway. Being in a hurry I just drove straight in. As I did I looked over at Elle and she was pulling her dress up over her head. I’m sure that the sight of that took my breath away. I do remember stopping the car and undoing my pants. I didn’t get them pulled all the way down before she was lying across my lap. There was only a few minutes of ”play“ before things got serious. This time I did have a ”rubber“. I remember lasting quite a long time and Elle loving every second of it. For me, though, it wasn’t as exciting as going ”au-natural“, if you know what I mean.
We didn’t stay there all that long as I had to leave early in the morning to make sure I got to my first class on time. We only had two unexcused class absences and I’d already used one. When I caught up with Rose she was all excited to tell me that the Summer theater near her was going to perform Inherit the Wind, the play we were studying, starting the 1st of August. That was the last day of classes for us and my first thought was it would be too late to be of any value to us. But Rose was like a little kid, all excited, saying that we ”MUST“ see it, that seeing it performed live would ”validate“ all the effort we put into studying about it. I told her I’d think about it.
Truthfully, I was looking forward to seeing her in the hope that her ”free shows“ of the previous week would continue. Like so many of my ”hopes’ it wasn’t to be. She had her period and wasn’t in any kind of mood for frivolity like that. Actually, other than the excitement she exhibited about seeing the play she was in a rather poor mood all week. In class we finished up Inherit the Wind and started on the next play, Picnic.
There was some unexpected excitement during that week. As I mentioned, I did go to the races whenever one of my grandfather’s horses raced. Up to that time I’d seen three races and, due to what I personally thought was poor judgment by the driver, not seen them perform all that well. With a predetermined mind set that I’d see the same thing again, I didn’t bet my usual token $2. The horse won and paid $34 for a $2 bet. I was happy for my grandfather because he was starting to get discouraged as well but mad at myself for not betting. You know.. the old hindsight thing. Even with the win I still didn’t like Benny, the trainer/driver.
Both Van and I had settled into somewhat of a routine each night after we finished our homework. He had to prove that he’d finished his before his parents would let him go out. Since he didn’t have the use of a car, I was his “wheels” when not at the track. A few of his friends hung out at this sleazy tavern and we’d go there and buy a pitcher of beer each and then shoot darts with his friends. He had a midnight curfew so we really didn’t get too rowdy. One of the guys had a sister who would sometimes be there and it was obvious that she had some attraction to Van. As close as I was to him he wouldn’t even admit to me that he was attracted to her. She was certainly attractive enough and seemed to be quite nice. Truthfully, I enjoyed taking to her (when she was there) more that playing darts. She usually wore shorts but it was so dark in that place that any chance for seeing a VPL was slim to none. I do remember thinking I’d like to see her out in the daylight sometime.
To be continued...
I was really hurting in the morning. I couldn’t believe that I was so far out of shape as far as sailing was concerned. Since I didn’t have a crew I prevailed upon Elle to switch with another girl she worked with so she could. As we got the boat ready I was praying that the wind stayed relatively calm for both her sake as well as mine. Elle knew how to sail but hadn’t raced and was very apprehensive. Because of her ”problem“ she wore a bathing suit. It was her dark blue one piece which really showed her shape. I caught a number of the other sailors taking a close look at her while we were getting the boat ready.
We both got lucky in that we were able to handle the wind without difficulty. In one way it was sort of funny because Elle ”hiked“ out to pee through her suit even though there was hardly any wind. Again, the results weren’t all that good but acceptable considering it was Elle’s first attempt. If there was one ”downer“ it was that Elle had to work that night. I rationalized that by saying I still had homework to finish.
As I mentioned before, I’d noticed what I felt was a ”loosening up’ by Elle and that was borne out further when I picked her up at work that night. I pulled up in front of the drug store and slid over to the passenger side of the front seat to open the door for her. She hesitated and asked if I had a towel handy. I ALWAYS had a towel handy in the car but I wasn’t prepared for her to ask about it, especially just getting off from work. I slid back over to behind the steering wheel and pulled a towel out from under my seat and lay it on the passenger seat for her. As she got in she pulled the back of her dress way up and got in. I didn’t see anyone behind her or in the store but if there had been anyone there they would’ve gotten a ‘‘free show“. I know I must’ve had a puzzled look on my face because she asked what was wrong. I don’t know what I said, if anything, but I do remember her taking my hand and placing in on her crotch. Her panties were wet... very wet. I liked the feeling, for sure!.
As we drove away she told me that when she was washing up she had started to leak. Knowing that it was only a few minutes until I was picking her up she went into the restroom and peed through her panties ”just for me“. By then I was hard (and uncomfortable down there) as a rock. We hadn’t parked at our old spot by the abandoned garage since I’d been home. It was the closest place with the most privacy that I could think of and I couldn’t get there fast enough.
No one had been in there for quite a while as I could see all the weeds that had grown up in the entryway. Being in a hurry I just drove straight in. As I did I looked over at Elle and she was pulling her dress up over her head. I’m sure that the sight of that took my breath away. I do remember stopping the car and undoing my pants. I didn’t get them pulled all the way down before she was lying across my lap. There was only a few minutes of ”play“ before things got serious. This time I did have a ”rubber“. I remember lasting quite a long time and Elle loving every second of it. For me, though, it wasn’t as exciting as going ”au-natural“, if you know what I mean.
We didn’t stay there all that long as I had to leave early in the morning to make sure I got to my first class on time. We only had two unexcused class absences and I’d already used one. When I caught up with Rose she was all excited to tell me that the Summer theater near her was going to perform Inherit the Wind, the play we were studying, starting the 1st of August. That was the last day of classes for us and my first thought was it would be too late to be of any value to us. But Rose was like a little kid, all excited, saying that we ”MUST“ see it, that seeing it performed live would ”validate“ all the effort we put into studying about it. I told her I’d think about it.
Truthfully, I was looking forward to seeing her in the hope that her ”free shows“ of the previous week would continue. Like so many of my ”hopes’ it wasn’t to be. She had her period and wasn’t in any kind of mood for frivolity like that. Actually, other than the excitement she exhibited about seeing the play she was in a rather poor mood all week. In class we finished up Inherit the Wind and started on the next play, Picnic.
There was some unexpected excitement during that week. As I mentioned, I did go to the races whenever one of my grandfather’s horses raced. Up to that time I’d seen three races and, due to what I personally thought was poor judgment by the driver, not seen them perform all that well. With a predetermined mind set that I’d see the same thing again, I didn’t bet my usual token $2. The horse won and paid $34 for a $2 bet. I was happy for my grandfather because he was starting to get discouraged as well but mad at myself for not betting. You know.. the old hindsight thing. Even with the win I still didn’t like Benny, the trainer/driver.
Both Van and I had settled into somewhat of a routine each night after we finished our homework. He had to prove that he’d finished his before his parents would let him go out. Since he didn’t have the use of a car, I was his “wheels” when not at the track. A few of his friends hung out at this sleazy tavern and we’d go there and buy a pitcher of beer each and then shoot darts with his friends. He had a midnight curfew so we really didn’t get too rowdy. One of the guys had a sister who would sometimes be there and it was obvious that she had some attraction to Van. As close as I was to him he wouldn’t even admit to me that he was attracted to her. She was certainly attractive enough and seemed to be quite nice. Truthfully, I enjoyed taking to her (when she was there) more that playing darts. She usually wore shorts but it was so dark in that place that any chance for seeing a VPL was slim to none. I do remember thinking I’d like to see her out in the daylight sometime.
To be continued...
Friday, June 12, 2009
A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... Starting to enjoy it (Part 45f)
Considering that it was her first race I thought that she (we) did well. We finished somewhere in the middle of the fleet. By the time we had finished the wind had started to build. When the next race started we had to hike out to keep the boat from heeling over. I could see that she really didn’t like that at all but she was a gamer and tried. The look on her face told the real story. Without going into all the nuances of sailboat racing, suffice it to say that some points of racing has the wind coming over the transom (back). When that happens you can sit inside the cockpit on the floorboards and not have to work to keep the boat from tipping. When Peggy did she had her back to me with her legs up by her chin. As I looked down I saw a very familiar sight. The back of her panties were showing and I knew exactly who made them. There was no mistaking Carter’s Spanky Pants from the unique elastic for the waistband and the label that was right in the middle of the back... the kind that Elle mostly wore to bed or as part of her ”package“. I almost made a comment but caught myself. It sort of amazed me as to how many different girls I knew that either wore them or had worn them when I knew them.
The wind continued to blow and Peggy and I had to really work to keep the boat from tipping too far. I was constantly exhorting her to try and get a little further out from the cockpit. I, myself, was out as far as I could get and still hold onto the tiller (what you use to steer the boat). I remember looking over at her and at one point I could see about half of her panties showing. Unfortunately, I couldn’t spend much time looking or thinking about them as I had my hands full trying to keep control of the boat.
We didn’t do very well in spite of her brave and gallant efforts. It didn’t matter though. It had been fun and I really thought that she learned some necessary thing over the course of the afternoon. On our way back to shore the wind was behind us and Peggy again took a set on the cockpit floor. It was almost as if it was a reward to me for taking her out even though she didn’t know it. If I were to guess I’d say that the waistband of her shorts was down almost to her butt crack. She was cold and was leaning forward with her arms wrapped around her legs which she had pulled up to her chest. Looking at her panties I remember trying to count the number of girls that I either knew or had known who wore the same kind. It was a fun exercise.
I thought my ”fun“ was over when we got to shore but I got one last ”present“. Because we had to launch the boats off the beach by hand it meant that we all had to take turns helping lift the boats back out of the water and up and onto the trailers. When I got near the shore I had Peggy jump overboard to hold the boat while I took the sails down and then went to help some of the others get their boats out of the water. As I had mentioned, the wind had kicked up quite a bit as the afternoon wore on. When I got back to the boat Peggy was struggling to hold on to it. She needed both hands to keep the boat from washing up onto the beach. Her arms were so tired from sailing that she barely had the strength. But I almost choked when I saw that her shorts had fallen down to her knees. Basically, it looked like she was standing there in thigh deep water in just her panties. As much as I enjoyed the view I ran out to grab the boat from her. She pulled the shorts back up and went ashore. She was kind enough to stick around to help derig the boat and while she was doing it I got brave enough to ask what had happened. I remember her answering me but not looking at me as she did. She had popped the waist button right after I had asked her to hike out over the side. As the day wore on a couple more buttons popped and... At that point I thanked her profusely and asked if she wanted to do it again on Sunday. She gave me a big smile and said that she needed a few days to recover. Even if she’d said yes I knew that it wouldn’t be the same. But I also knew that any time that I’d see her again I’d remember the sight of her standing in the water with her panties showing.
I was so looking forward to being with Elle that night that I think the excitement of that masked just how tired I was. I’d worked hard while racing, using muscles that I hadn't used for a long time. It didn’t catch up to me until I turned into my driveway. Seeing my grandparents car in the driveway meant just one thing... that it was going to be really difficult to see her that night. I loved them dearly and really appreciated all that my grandfather did for me getting me started in the harness horse business and loaning me money but they were a problem when it came to Elle. Just seeing their car totally deflated me. Every muscle ached and my hands were throbbing. I’m smiling now but I wasn’t at the time.
I’d pretty much guessed what was my fate for the evening. Dinner and then a ”visit“ with them was on the agenda for me. I was able to sneak a call to Elle to explain and she wasn’t happy in hearing it. I knew that it would generate more conversation from her mother about our wedding plans. On top of that my grandfather gave me a good ”talking to“ about the value of a college education. It was one of those where I wasn't given a chance to speak. It was a long, long evening and I couldn’t wait to escape and to get to bed.
To be continued...
Considering that it was her first race I thought that she (we) did well. We finished somewhere in the middle of the fleet. By the time we had finished the wind had started to build. When the next race started we had to hike out to keep the boat from heeling over. I could see that she really didn’t like that at all but she was a gamer and tried. The look on her face told the real story. Without going into all the nuances of sailboat racing, suffice it to say that some points of racing has the wind coming over the transom (back). When that happens you can sit inside the cockpit on the floorboards and not have to work to keep the boat from tipping. When Peggy did she had her back to me with her legs up by her chin. As I looked down I saw a very familiar sight. The back of her panties were showing and I knew exactly who made them. There was no mistaking Carter’s Spanky Pants from the unique elastic for the waistband and the label that was right in the middle of the back... the kind that Elle mostly wore to bed or as part of her ”package“. I almost made a comment but caught myself. It sort of amazed me as to how many different girls I knew that either wore them or had worn them when I knew them.
The wind continued to blow and Peggy and I had to really work to keep the boat from tipping too far. I was constantly exhorting her to try and get a little further out from the cockpit. I, myself, was out as far as I could get and still hold onto the tiller (what you use to steer the boat). I remember looking over at her and at one point I could see about half of her panties showing. Unfortunately, I couldn’t spend much time looking or thinking about them as I had my hands full trying to keep control of the boat.
We didn’t do very well in spite of her brave and gallant efforts. It didn’t matter though. It had been fun and I really thought that she learned some necessary thing over the course of the afternoon. On our way back to shore the wind was behind us and Peggy again took a set on the cockpit floor. It was almost as if it was a reward to me for taking her out even though she didn’t know it. If I were to guess I’d say that the waistband of her shorts was down almost to her butt crack. She was cold and was leaning forward with her arms wrapped around her legs which she had pulled up to her chest. Looking at her panties I remember trying to count the number of girls that I either knew or had known who wore the same kind. It was a fun exercise.
I thought my ”fun“ was over when we got to shore but I got one last ”present“. Because we had to launch the boats off the beach by hand it meant that we all had to take turns helping lift the boats back out of the water and up and onto the trailers. When I got near the shore I had Peggy jump overboard to hold the boat while I took the sails down and then went to help some of the others get their boats out of the water. As I had mentioned, the wind had kicked up quite a bit as the afternoon wore on. When I got back to the boat Peggy was struggling to hold on to it. She needed both hands to keep the boat from washing up onto the beach. Her arms were so tired from sailing that she barely had the strength. But I almost choked when I saw that her shorts had fallen down to her knees. Basically, it looked like she was standing there in thigh deep water in just her panties. As much as I enjoyed the view I ran out to grab the boat from her. She pulled the shorts back up and went ashore. She was kind enough to stick around to help derig the boat and while she was doing it I got brave enough to ask what had happened. I remember her answering me but not looking at me as she did. She had popped the waist button right after I had asked her to hike out over the side. As the day wore on a couple more buttons popped and... At that point I thanked her profusely and asked if she wanted to do it again on Sunday. She gave me a big smile and said that she needed a few days to recover. Even if she’d said yes I knew that it wouldn’t be the same. But I also knew that any time that I’d see her again I’d remember the sight of her standing in the water with her panties showing.
I was so looking forward to being with Elle that night that I think the excitement of that masked just how tired I was. I’d worked hard while racing, using muscles that I hadn't used for a long time. It didn’t catch up to me until I turned into my driveway. Seeing my grandparents car in the driveway meant just one thing... that it was going to be really difficult to see her that night. I loved them dearly and really appreciated all that my grandfather did for me getting me started in the harness horse business and loaning me money but they were a problem when it came to Elle. Just seeing their car totally deflated me. Every muscle ached and my hands were throbbing. I’m smiling now but I wasn’t at the time.
I’d pretty much guessed what was my fate for the evening. Dinner and then a ”visit“ with them was on the agenda for me. I was able to sneak a call to Elle to explain and she wasn’t happy in hearing it. I knew that it would generate more conversation from her mother about our wedding plans. On top of that my grandfather gave me a good ”talking to“ about the value of a college education. It was one of those where I wasn't given a chance to speak. It was a long, long evening and I couldn’t wait to escape and to get to bed.
To be continued...
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... Settling in (Part 45e)
The thought of what might be coming a little later had me anxious to leave. The problem was her wet and sandy bottom. Some sand had gotten inside the leg openings of her bermudas and as we walked down the road she was very uncomfortable. When we got in sight of her house she could see that the company was still up which precluded her going in and changing. That didn’t help matters, at all. We ended up in her back yard sitting on the steps to her back porch. Because of the fear that someone would find us she wouldn’t let me get to ”cozy“ By the time the adults went to bed she was too cold and tired for any real ”fun“. The one thing she did grant me was to let me feel her peeing in the grass just before she went inside. At least I had an exciting memory to go to bed with.
I was going up the steps to my house when I remembered the new lady next door and the fact that I’d seen her out in the water with her clothes on. There was a large cedar tree between the two houses and I walked up behind it. My eyes were used to the dark so when I peeked out from behind it I could see clothes on the washline. There were lights on in the room closest to the line but the shade was down. I took a deep breath and walked slowly over to it. It was about 35 feet from the tree. By the time I got there I swear I could hear my heart beating. The white panties seemed to glow in the darkness. I quickly pulled the clothespins off and grabbed the panties. I didn’t dare to go inside my house with them so I went to my car and opened the door. Being a convertible there was no dome light but only dim lights under the dash right by the front of the door. After opening the door I dropped to my knees and took a good look at the panties. Like I had mentioned earlier, when I saw the panties on the lady on the beach I noted that I’d never seen that style waist elastic before. I quickly turned the panties inside out to look at the label. I was really nervous and the dim light wasn’t helping but I finally made it out... Vanity Fair. It was a new name to me. They were really nice with lace inserts that went from the waist to the leg elastic that ran down the side seam.
I really wanted to keep them but something was telling me to put them back. They were still damp and as I walked slowly back to the clothes line I held them up to my nose. They had a really sweet smell that I didn’t recognize. When I pinned them back onto the line I could only hope that I’d put them back the same way they had been. I was so wound up when I climbed into bed that I couldn’t go to sleep. I probably rolled and tossed for over an hour but at least I had pleasant thoughts.
Saturday was actually the first official day of racing the sailboats. The Sunday before had been a ”tune-up“ and didn’t count for the season championship. It didn’t really matter to me since I knew wouldn’t be home to finish out the season but the good performance the week before had me really anxious to go do it again. I’d called Rick a couple of times but no one answered. Even though I didn’t have a crew I decided I’d take a chance like I’d done the week before and hope that I could find someone to sail with me. In the past there were usually a few kids from the junior sailing program that were anxious to get a chance to go racing. I really wanted Elle but, being a holiday weekend, she had to work.
I got to the club early hoping to grab onto the first available person. I forgot one thing though... the season was just starting which meant that the junior sailing program hadn’t yet started. There were a few new people that I didn’t know who had joined since I’d last been racing on a regular basis. Two of them were a brother and sister who showed up with a boat. Watching them get the boat rigged it was obvious that they were neophytes. I started chatting with the man and found that when their parents bought their beach house the boat came with it. The previous Summer they had taken some private lessons and thought that it would be fun to try racing. Hearing their background I took it upon myself to introduce him to the race director of the sailing club and told him what I’d just learned. When I’d heard it all I could think of was that they really shouldn’t be out there with us. The director felt the same and, with diplomacy, suggested that it would be best if they started out by crewing with some experienced racers. Unfortunately, he took the guy for himself.
When most of the boats had been launched and I still hadn’t found a crew I, in desperation, asked the girl. When her brother had taken off she’d gone into the club and changed back into her clothes. By the time I asked her I didn’t really think that we could make it out to the starting line in time even if she said ”yes“. When she agreed she said she had to go change. I implored her to go just the way she was. She was wearing dark blue cotton shorts and a white sleeveless blouse. There really wasn’t much wind so I told her there wasn’t much chance of getting wet. She still wasn’t sure but I guess the hang-dog look on my face got to her.
I really hadn’t paid much attention to her, spending my time talking to her brother. Once under way I took a look at her. As far a looks go... well... to be kind, she (Peggy) was a very nice girl. She was 20 years old and going to an all girls college upstate. A couple of my fraternity brothers were dating girls from the same school and I threw their names at her. Unbelievably, she knew two of them. One had dated her freshman year roommate. By the time we got through all that we were at the staring line with just enough time for me to explain what I needed her to do once we started racing.
To be continued...
The thought of what might be coming a little later had me anxious to leave. The problem was her wet and sandy bottom. Some sand had gotten inside the leg openings of her bermudas and as we walked down the road she was very uncomfortable. When we got in sight of her house she could see that the company was still up which precluded her going in and changing. That didn’t help matters, at all. We ended up in her back yard sitting on the steps to her back porch. Because of the fear that someone would find us she wouldn’t let me get to ”cozy“ By the time the adults went to bed she was too cold and tired for any real ”fun“. The one thing she did grant me was to let me feel her peeing in the grass just before she went inside. At least I had an exciting memory to go to bed with.
I was going up the steps to my house when I remembered the new lady next door and the fact that I’d seen her out in the water with her clothes on. There was a large cedar tree between the two houses and I walked up behind it. My eyes were used to the dark so when I peeked out from behind it I could see clothes on the washline. There were lights on in the room closest to the line but the shade was down. I took a deep breath and walked slowly over to it. It was about 35 feet from the tree. By the time I got there I swear I could hear my heart beating. The white panties seemed to glow in the darkness. I quickly pulled the clothespins off and grabbed the panties. I didn’t dare to go inside my house with them so I went to my car and opened the door. Being a convertible there was no dome light but only dim lights under the dash right by the front of the door. After opening the door I dropped to my knees and took a good look at the panties. Like I had mentioned earlier, when I saw the panties on the lady on the beach I noted that I’d never seen that style waist elastic before. I quickly turned the panties inside out to look at the label. I was really nervous and the dim light wasn’t helping but I finally made it out... Vanity Fair. It was a new name to me. They were really nice with lace inserts that went from the waist to the leg elastic that ran down the side seam.
I really wanted to keep them but something was telling me to put them back. They were still damp and as I walked slowly back to the clothes line I held them up to my nose. They had a really sweet smell that I didn’t recognize. When I pinned them back onto the line I could only hope that I’d put them back the same way they had been. I was so wound up when I climbed into bed that I couldn’t go to sleep. I probably rolled and tossed for over an hour but at least I had pleasant thoughts.
Saturday was actually the first official day of racing the sailboats. The Sunday before had been a ”tune-up“ and didn’t count for the season championship. It didn’t really matter to me since I knew wouldn’t be home to finish out the season but the good performance the week before had me really anxious to go do it again. I’d called Rick a couple of times but no one answered. Even though I didn’t have a crew I decided I’d take a chance like I’d done the week before and hope that I could find someone to sail with me. In the past there were usually a few kids from the junior sailing program that were anxious to get a chance to go racing. I really wanted Elle but, being a holiday weekend, she had to work.
I got to the club early hoping to grab onto the first available person. I forgot one thing though... the season was just starting which meant that the junior sailing program hadn’t yet started. There were a few new people that I didn’t know who had joined since I’d last been racing on a regular basis. Two of them were a brother and sister who showed up with a boat. Watching them get the boat rigged it was obvious that they were neophytes. I started chatting with the man and found that when their parents bought their beach house the boat came with it. The previous Summer they had taken some private lessons and thought that it would be fun to try racing. Hearing their background I took it upon myself to introduce him to the race director of the sailing club and told him what I’d just learned. When I’d heard it all I could think of was that they really shouldn’t be out there with us. The director felt the same and, with diplomacy, suggested that it would be best if they started out by crewing with some experienced racers. Unfortunately, he took the guy for himself.
When most of the boats had been launched and I still hadn’t found a crew I, in desperation, asked the girl. When her brother had taken off she’d gone into the club and changed back into her clothes. By the time I asked her I didn’t really think that we could make it out to the starting line in time even if she said ”yes“. When she agreed she said she had to go change. I implored her to go just the way she was. She was wearing dark blue cotton shorts and a white sleeveless blouse. There really wasn’t much wind so I told her there wasn’t much chance of getting wet. She still wasn’t sure but I guess the hang-dog look on my face got to her.
I really hadn’t paid much attention to her, spending my time talking to her brother. Once under way I took a look at her. As far a looks go... well... to be kind, she (Peggy) was a very nice girl. She was 20 years old and going to an all girls college upstate. A couple of my fraternity brothers were dating girls from the same school and I threw their names at her. Unbelievably, she knew two of them. One had dated her freshman year roommate. By the time we got through all that we were at the staring line with just enough time for me to explain what I needed her to do once we started racing.
To be continued...
Thursday, June 04, 2009
A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... Settling in (Part 45d)
Friday of that week was 4th of July so there were no classes. I headed home as quickly as I could that Thursday. All the way there I was hoping for a “homecoming” as good as the week before. Elle had the afternoon off and was on the beach when I got home. I changed clothes and joined her. Just thinking about her and being with her I had a “soft” bulge as I put my bathing suit on. Elle was laying on a towel when I came down the steps. There were a few neighbors in the water and I hoped that they weren’t looking at me. Elle saw my problem and I distinctly remember her laughing. She quickly got up and we ran into the water. We swam out a ways to get away from the people and that effort took care of my “problem”... until I pulled Elle into my arms. She was wearing her old one piece cotton suit with bloomer like leg gatherings. It definitely wasn’t “sexy” but, on her it looked cute. It also had one very distinct advantage... I could easily get inside the leg elastic. If I were to guess, it probably only took me about 10 seconds to make her “crazy”. She wrapped her legs around me and as she did I fiddled around a bit trying to free my penis from my suit. In spite of the fact that we both knew she was “ripe“ she actually helped me get ”plugged in“. I’m sure that if anyone was studying us closely they probably knew what we were up to. But it didn’t matter to us. I don’t remember how long I lasted but I do remember pulling out and pushing her off me when I felt myself starting to come. She wasn’t all that happy at that moment but I knew she’d get over it and that we’d both probably be happy, in the long run, that I had.
Elle had to work that night so I spent time on my homework. I picked her up a 9pm and we ended up sitting at the end of the dock in front of my house. As much as I loved my work with the horses it was moments like this that made me a bit homesick. As far as I remember we ”behaved“ that night, knowing that we had three more nights together.
Some of Elle’s relatives came to visit on the 4th which meant I wasn’t with her. At my mother’s insistence I tackled more of my homework. The house next door had been sold and the new family arrived that afternoon. There were three boys ranging in age from three to seven. That was a big disappointment for me what with all the various girls affiliated with the previous owner. The mother, though, was quite attractive. My guess was that she was probably ten to twelve years older than me. The boys wanted to go swimming as soon as they arrived. I went over and offered to help them unload the car but the mother asked if I could watch the boys while they played in the water. NOT what I’d intended. Little kids and I were not a good match. I don’t know how long it was before she came out to the beach to rescue me but when she did she sat down in the sand somewhat beside and a little in front of me. As I looked over at her while she was talking I saw a beautiful DP (downpants). The way the sun was at that moment I got a great look at the elastic for the waistband. It was one that I didn’t recognize and that made me think about watching their clothesline closely whenever I was home. She thanked me profusely and, as I got up to leave I took another good look.
It was quite warm and humid so I went back into my house to continue studying. For some reason I kept looking over at their beach and after a while I saw the lady standing in the water with it up to her waist and still in her clothes. My mind went quickly into ”overdrive“ and I pictured her having to wash the salt water out of her clothes and then hanging them on the wash line later that afternoon or evening. My mind became consumed with that thought at that point and it was useless to continue to study.
As in most areas, especially at that time, there weren’t a lot of controlled fireworks shows. A couple of the father’s in our little community went around and collected a good lot of the small fireworks that individual families had purchased with the idea of trying to make them as safe as possible by controlling them. I’ve previously described the small community beach and that was where the ”show“ was to take place at around dusk. After supper Elle had been excused from visiting with her relatives. We went for a walk on the beach and headed East. We, long ago, had found a somewhat private place and we stopped there for some light ”action“. Elle was wearing a pair of white bermuda shorts with light blue vertical stripes. I had persuaded her to give me some ”lubrication“ to help me "play" and when she did it was a lot more than she’d intended. Although I was happy, Elle wasn’t. I still swear that with darkness approaching that it couldn’t be seen. In any case, she didn’t want to go home and explain why she was changing her clothes and didn't want to be seen in wet pants. So we waited there until we heard the sound of the firecrackers. I finally persuaded her that, with the oncoming darkness, no one would know. It was almost dark when we got there and we found a place a ways back from the action. We sat down in the sand with our backs against a bulkhead and watched for awhile. I had one arm around Elle when I felt her shudder. It was still quite warm and there was little breeze so I wondered why. I asked her what was wrong and I remember her taking my other hand and placing it in her crotch. Instant bulge! She let me ”play“ in her wet panties for quite a while. Actually, I couldn’t hardly believe that she’d done it since there were at least 20 adults and 35 or so kids there. But, we were way in the back with no chance of anyone being behind us. It was a sign to me that she was definitely ”loosening up“.
To be continued...
Friday of that week was 4th of July so there were no classes. I headed home as quickly as I could that Thursday. All the way there I was hoping for a “homecoming” as good as the week before. Elle had the afternoon off and was on the beach when I got home. I changed clothes and joined her. Just thinking about her and being with her I had a “soft” bulge as I put my bathing suit on. Elle was laying on a towel when I came down the steps. There were a few neighbors in the water and I hoped that they weren’t looking at me. Elle saw my problem and I distinctly remember her laughing. She quickly got up and we ran into the water. We swam out a ways to get away from the people and that effort took care of my “problem”... until I pulled Elle into my arms. She was wearing her old one piece cotton suit with bloomer like leg gatherings. It definitely wasn’t “sexy” but, on her it looked cute. It also had one very distinct advantage... I could easily get inside the leg elastic. If I were to guess, it probably only took me about 10 seconds to make her “crazy”. She wrapped her legs around me and as she did I fiddled around a bit trying to free my penis from my suit. In spite of the fact that we both knew she was “ripe“ she actually helped me get ”plugged in“. I’m sure that if anyone was studying us closely they probably knew what we were up to. But it didn’t matter to us. I don’t remember how long I lasted but I do remember pulling out and pushing her off me when I felt myself starting to come. She wasn’t all that happy at that moment but I knew she’d get over it and that we’d both probably be happy, in the long run, that I had.
Elle had to work that night so I spent time on my homework. I picked her up a 9pm and we ended up sitting at the end of the dock in front of my house. As much as I loved my work with the horses it was moments like this that made me a bit homesick. As far as I remember we ”behaved“ that night, knowing that we had three more nights together.
Some of Elle’s relatives came to visit on the 4th which meant I wasn’t with her. At my mother’s insistence I tackled more of my homework. The house next door had been sold and the new family arrived that afternoon. There were three boys ranging in age from three to seven. That was a big disappointment for me what with all the various girls affiliated with the previous owner. The mother, though, was quite attractive. My guess was that she was probably ten to twelve years older than me. The boys wanted to go swimming as soon as they arrived. I went over and offered to help them unload the car but the mother asked if I could watch the boys while they played in the water. NOT what I’d intended. Little kids and I were not a good match. I don’t know how long it was before she came out to the beach to rescue me but when she did she sat down in the sand somewhat beside and a little in front of me. As I looked over at her while she was talking I saw a beautiful DP (downpants). The way the sun was at that moment I got a great look at the elastic for the waistband. It was one that I didn’t recognize and that made me think about watching their clothesline closely whenever I was home. She thanked me profusely and, as I got up to leave I took another good look.
It was quite warm and humid so I went back into my house to continue studying. For some reason I kept looking over at their beach and after a while I saw the lady standing in the water with it up to her waist and still in her clothes. My mind went quickly into ”overdrive“ and I pictured her having to wash the salt water out of her clothes and then hanging them on the wash line later that afternoon or evening. My mind became consumed with that thought at that point and it was useless to continue to study.
As in most areas, especially at that time, there weren’t a lot of controlled fireworks shows. A couple of the father’s in our little community went around and collected a good lot of the small fireworks that individual families had purchased with the idea of trying to make them as safe as possible by controlling them. I’ve previously described the small community beach and that was where the ”show“ was to take place at around dusk. After supper Elle had been excused from visiting with her relatives. We went for a walk on the beach and headed East. We, long ago, had found a somewhat private place and we stopped there for some light ”action“. Elle was wearing a pair of white bermuda shorts with light blue vertical stripes. I had persuaded her to give me some ”lubrication“ to help me "play" and when she did it was a lot more than she’d intended. Although I was happy, Elle wasn’t. I still swear that with darkness approaching that it couldn’t be seen. In any case, she didn’t want to go home and explain why she was changing her clothes and didn't want to be seen in wet pants. So we waited there until we heard the sound of the firecrackers. I finally persuaded her that, with the oncoming darkness, no one would know. It was almost dark when we got there and we found a place a ways back from the action. We sat down in the sand with our backs against a bulkhead and watched for awhile. I had one arm around Elle when I felt her shudder. It was still quite warm and there was little breeze so I wondered why. I asked her what was wrong and I remember her taking my other hand and placing it in her crotch. Instant bulge! She let me ”play“ in her wet panties for quite a while. Actually, I couldn’t hardly believe that she’d done it since there were at least 20 adults and 35 or so kids there. But, we were way in the back with no chance of anyone being behind us. It was a sign to me that she was definitely ”loosening up“.
To be continued...
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... Settling in (Part 45c)
My first class was at 8am and I’d promised that I’d be back in time to pick Van up and bring him to the campus. It’d taken me about an hour and a half to get home on Friday so I just added another 15 minutes for my trip back. I left home just after 6am and by the time I reached Van’s house it was after 8:30am. By the time I got to class it was over. The traffic had been just unbelievable. I quickly changed my mind about daily commuting.
Rose and I had worked out a schedule for meeting both before and after class. Before class we’d go over what we’d read and how we interpreted it. The meeting afterwards was more to just chat. I learned that she was an only child and, like me, had attended boarding school. She was going to be a Junior at a women’s college located in the city. She was taking Summer courses just to pass time. She said she had no idea what she wanted to do after graduating so was still ”exploring“. When I first met her I got the distinct impression that she was disappointed that her partner was a male. By the second week she admitted that I’d been right but that she was happy now. She’d never really dated and all of her current friends were females so there had been some apprehension. At first she was ”standoffish“ but by the second week that was gone. As I mentioned, there were no really attractive girls in the class. If you were walking down the street and a group of people approached, including Rose, you probably wouldn’t have noticed her except for her height. She had shoulder length brown hair and dark brown eyes. She was well tanned and, for at least the first two weeks, wore Summer dresses. Most of the other girls wore bermuda’s. Unfortunately for me they were mostly print therefore muting any VPL’s.
There was a treed memorial court not far from the main campus. Rose suggested that we go there for our after class meetings to take advantage of the shade as well as to get any breeze that might blow past. There were three cement benches that proved to be quite uncomfortable after sitting on them a while. It was Rose who made the move to the grass under the trees. For the first few meetings she was very demure, carefully folding the hem of her dress under her. It was during the second week that I got an unexpected ”present”. I don’t remember what we were discussing but I remember that she was looking at me when we both heard her named called. There were people walking by on the main path and even though I was looking in that direction I couldn’t tell who it was that called out. Rose twisted around to see who it was and when she recognized this one girl she sort of jumped right up forgetting about her modesty. She first pulled her legs out from underneath her and placed both feet flat on the ground in front of her. When she did I got a great view of her panties. She saw exactly where I was looking. She put her hands out in front of her sort of asking for me to give her a pull to get her started so she could stand up. My eyes never wavered from the target. Once up and on her feet she rushed off to go to the girl who had called out to her.
It’d probably taken less than 10 seconds but as I sat there replaying what I’d just seen in my mind I had a whole new perspective towards our relationship. Truthfully, I’d only looked at her as a means to an end... my getting at least a B in the course. As I said, she definitely knew that I was looking at her panties. I was surprised that she’d made no effort to cover herself. It was almost time for my next class by the time she returned. I was somewhat embarrassed, knowing that she’d caught me “peeking”, but she didn’t say anything about it at all.
The next day, when we went to our meeting place, she surprised me as she sat down on the grass. In my mind she was deliberately giving me a “free show” in that she made no effort to cover herself up as she settled in. Again, she caught me looking and I know I blushed beet red. She didn’t say anything about it and we got on about the play and our assignment. When it was time to go she pretty much reprised the day before by putting her hands out for me to give her a start upwards. Her feet were spread about a foot apart with her knees up under her chin. As she rose the hem of her dress fell downwards into her lap. I could feel the bulge growing but my eyes never wavered. We parted with her saying that we’d meet again the next day. I couldn’t wait!
I know I haven’t mentioned anything about my grandfather’s horses racing. I did go to see them when they raced. The first two times I went I was very disappointed with the way Benny, the driver, raced them. In my mind I felt I could’ve done a better job even though I didn’t have my license yet. Van’s parents were very interested in the fact that I’d chosen such an off beat career path and had pushed me to take them to the races to see what it was all about. As I remember it they were impressed. At the same time my mother was pushing them to come and spend a weekend. They kept saying they would but couldn’t set a date. I was hoping against hope that they wouldn’t because it would mean I’d have to give up my “private time” with Elle whenever they did.
To be continued...
My first class was at 8am and I’d promised that I’d be back in time to pick Van up and bring him to the campus. It’d taken me about an hour and a half to get home on Friday so I just added another 15 minutes for my trip back. I left home just after 6am and by the time I reached Van’s house it was after 8:30am. By the time I got to class it was over. The traffic had been just unbelievable. I quickly changed my mind about daily commuting.
Rose and I had worked out a schedule for meeting both before and after class. Before class we’d go over what we’d read and how we interpreted it. The meeting afterwards was more to just chat. I learned that she was an only child and, like me, had attended boarding school. She was going to be a Junior at a women’s college located in the city. She was taking Summer courses just to pass time. She said she had no idea what she wanted to do after graduating so was still ”exploring“. When I first met her I got the distinct impression that she was disappointed that her partner was a male. By the second week she admitted that I’d been right but that she was happy now. She’d never really dated and all of her current friends were females so there had been some apprehension. At first she was ”standoffish“ but by the second week that was gone. As I mentioned, there were no really attractive girls in the class. If you were walking down the street and a group of people approached, including Rose, you probably wouldn’t have noticed her except for her height. She had shoulder length brown hair and dark brown eyes. She was well tanned and, for at least the first two weeks, wore Summer dresses. Most of the other girls wore bermuda’s. Unfortunately for me they were mostly print therefore muting any VPL’s.
There was a treed memorial court not far from the main campus. Rose suggested that we go there for our after class meetings to take advantage of the shade as well as to get any breeze that might blow past. There were three cement benches that proved to be quite uncomfortable after sitting on them a while. It was Rose who made the move to the grass under the trees. For the first few meetings she was very demure, carefully folding the hem of her dress under her. It was during the second week that I got an unexpected ”present”. I don’t remember what we were discussing but I remember that she was looking at me when we both heard her named called. There were people walking by on the main path and even though I was looking in that direction I couldn’t tell who it was that called out. Rose twisted around to see who it was and when she recognized this one girl she sort of jumped right up forgetting about her modesty. She first pulled her legs out from underneath her and placed both feet flat on the ground in front of her. When she did I got a great view of her panties. She saw exactly where I was looking. She put her hands out in front of her sort of asking for me to give her a pull to get her started so she could stand up. My eyes never wavered from the target. Once up and on her feet she rushed off to go to the girl who had called out to her.
It’d probably taken less than 10 seconds but as I sat there replaying what I’d just seen in my mind I had a whole new perspective towards our relationship. Truthfully, I’d only looked at her as a means to an end... my getting at least a B in the course. As I said, she definitely knew that I was looking at her panties. I was surprised that she’d made no effort to cover herself. It was almost time for my next class by the time she returned. I was somewhat embarrassed, knowing that she’d caught me “peeking”, but she didn’t say anything about it at all.
The next day, when we went to our meeting place, she surprised me as she sat down on the grass. In my mind she was deliberately giving me a “free show” in that she made no effort to cover herself up as she settled in. Again, she caught me looking and I know I blushed beet red. She didn’t say anything about it and we got on about the play and our assignment. When it was time to go she pretty much reprised the day before by putting her hands out for me to give her a start upwards. Her feet were spread about a foot apart with her knees up under her chin. As she rose the hem of her dress fell downwards into her lap. I could feel the bulge growing but my eyes never wavered. We parted with her saying that we’d meet again the next day. I couldn’t wait!
I know I haven’t mentioned anything about my grandfather’s horses racing. I did go to see them when they raced. The first two times I went I was very disappointed with the way Benny, the driver, raced them. In my mind I felt I could’ve done a better job even though I didn’t have my license yet. Van’s parents were very interested in the fact that I’d chosen such an off beat career path and had pushed me to take them to the races to see what it was all about. As I remember it they were impressed. At the same time my mother was pushing them to come and spend a weekend. They kept saying they would but couldn’t set a date. I was hoping against hope that they wouldn’t because it would mean I’d have to give up my “private time” with Elle whenever they did.
To be continued...
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