MORE SUMMER... Ups and downs (Part 46f)
Sunday dawned with fog and drizzle. Those make for a bad combination for sailboat racing. The race was to start at 10am but it kept being pushed back with the hope that the fog would lift. Also, there was little wind to help move the fog away or to propel us around the racecourse. It was almost noon when the word went out to launch the boats. The race committee made two attempts to start the race, aborting them both. The traditional race course was a triangle and we would race around the marks twice. When it got to be close to 1pm they announced that the course was changed and we would only use two marks. Because the fog had lifted only close to shore they decided that the course would stay fairly close to it. The wind was still light and coming out of the East, not a usual direction. With the tide going out it called for those in the ”know“ to start the race and to go to the left side of the course. But... the wind changed... about 30 degrees. Basic sailboat race course management called for the race committee move the marks or to abandon the race when there was a permanent wind shift of 20 degrees or more. They didn’t. Those of us on the left side of the course were put into a very unfavorable position. We rounded the first mark in 28th place and, with the way the marks were placed. very little chance to improve our position. It was going to be a follow the leader procession. From where we were we could see one boat WAY out in front of the others. It was obvious to both Rick and I that whoever it was had been very lucky and probably would’ve been last if the wind had not changed. I checked behind me and saw that my club mate, the one who had been leading in the standings at the start of the race, was about 5 boats behind me.
We ended up finishing 24th, a slight improvement. My club mate moved up to 25th, right behind me. But we knew those finishes would be devastating to our overall positions. Rick and I were boiling mad. Our club mate was too. On our way to the finish we decided to protest the race committee. Neither of us had ever done it but knew there were special rules that governed how it was to be done. Unfortunately, we didn’t do it the right way so were rebuffed, only making us madder. Some other competitors did the same which served only to delay the posting of the final standings. If there was one common thread that went all up and down the beach as we hauled the boats out of the water was that the race committee ”blew it“.
The winner of the race? Lola. Unbelievable! She should’ve been last and here she was the winner and by a large margin. All the boats were out of the water and most packed up and ready to leave by the time we got the word that the protest of the race committee had been disallowed. I was the maddest I think I’d ever been. I ended up finishing 9th overall and my club mate had dropped from first to 4th. We’d been robbed and I’ll admit that in looking back at my behavior, I was out of line. I said some things that I shouldn’t have said and to people who really weren’t at fault. Rick, who also had tickets to the awards banquet, said he wouldn’t attend. I said I wouldn’t either as we hooked the boat to the car.
My father, although sympathetic, told me that I better attend, ”or else“. Elle also felt the same. Of course she had a vested interest in going... she’d bought a new dress to go back to school with and this was a perfect occasion to wear it. I don’t remember any conversation between the two of us all the way back to the yacht club. Once there I got all kinds of condolences from the people I knew but it really didn’t make me feel any better. I remember looking at the trophy display and it made the hurt even greater as I only missed out on the 7th place trophy by three positions in the last race. My club mate took his loss better than I did but he was among the best racers in the class and would have other chances. I pretty much knew that I’d raced my last race and wouldn’t have another chance. Elle and I left as soon as the trophies were distributed. I didn’t even say a last good bye to the twins.
Elle tried her best to cheer me up on the trip back home. But all she talked about was going back to school. I’d been so caught up with the racing I’d pretty much pushed the fact that we had to leave for college the very next day out of my conscious mind. That, and I had to get back to work. Elle talked about the fact that she would have to get used to being in a classroom again. Practice teaching followed by Summer vacation meant it would be seven months since she actually had to do any studying. Another of her concerns was about just who her roommate would be. As a senior she would be in a two person room. There had been four of them the last year and there was no consensus as to who would room with whom and it bothered her. I just let her jabber on, not really paying all that much attention and before we knew it we were on the road that took us to our houses.
I really don’t know why I didn’t pull into my own driveway like I usually did. I ended up parking in the driveway of the house right across from Elle’s. The people who lived there in the Summer had headed back to city early to beat the rush. As I pulled in I looked over at Elle and she was pulling her dress up over her head. By the time I had the engine shut off it was totally off and already in the back seat. I sat there and watched her pull her slip down from her waist wondering what she was doing. It wasn’t all that late and there was the possibility of people walking by. The next thing I knew she was undoing my belt and waist button on my pants. I remember sort of protesting and having her tell me to ”shut up!” When she had the zipper undone I lifted my bottom off the seat and she slid them down to the floor. That left only my shirt. I just sat there letting her undress me.
To be continued...
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
MORE SUMMER... Ups and downs (Part 46e)
On the way to my boat I had to go past Lola’s boat. There were a couple of guys working on it. Hers had been one of the boats that had a breakdown in the second race. She was just standing there, basking in the fact that she had some good looking guys working on her boat. I liked her outfit though... white shorts and a tight, revealing, sleeveless blouse.
Rick got a ride from the twins house and couldn’t wait to tell me about the party he’d attended. The twins had taken him to one hosted by an officer of the yacht club and it had all kinds of food, liquor and music. I asked him how he was able to stay awake after what we’d gone through and he just smiled. Because the winds were light I didn’t have high expectations for how we’d do in the morning race. But my knowledge of the tides more than made up for our extra weight. We actually finished 5th, our best finish so far. When we came ashore for lunch someone told me that unofficially we’d moved up to 6th overall. My club mate had actually won the race and was now, supposedly, in 3rd place. The twins were beside themselves with joy. The father of one of the local sailors had some sort of connection with the New York Times and he called the paper to let them know that two ”locals“ were doing so well. He was told that they would send a reporter out so that was the "talk" of the lunch break.
As I’ve mentioned, the prevailing southerly wind usually came up in the afternoon and could be counted on to blow from 10 to 12 mph. As we set out from shore for the next race I was really excited even though there was no sign of any more wind. We sailed the first two legs with about the same wind we had in the morning race. The difference was that we were about in the middle of the fleet. On the third leg the wind died completely. We were now drifting with the tide. This had happened a couple of times in years past and I was trying to think of just what I did back then. It would be too complicated to explain but suffice it to say that I took what is called a ”flyer“ in sailing terms. I sailed the boat away from the direction that almost all the other boats were heading. There was a small sandbar that diverted the tide and I wanted to take advantage of it. With little to no wind it was agonizingly slow going. It was the tide moving us rather than the wind. After awhile I looked behind me and saw others starting to follow. But I’d been the first to do it so had them all covered. The race committee ended up shortening the course and we ended up with another good finish. Chip and his sister came in right behind me and that made me feel good. I couldn’t wait to get to shore to find out where we stood overall.
The twins were waiting for us. I don’t remember which one it was but she waded right out into the water to grab hold of my boat. Rick jumped overboard in a cannonball position and I followed. The twin that hadn’t come out into the water was standing on the beach and Rick ran out of the water and grabbed her, throwing her in. We were all giddy with happiness. It was obvious that the girls didn’t care about being wet. Their blouses didn’t reveal much but when we finally took the boat out of the water I got a good VPL from one of them. In all the years I’d sailed and in spite of all the races I’d won, doing well against the tops in the country was the best feeling I’d ever had. Because there were so many boats still out on the racecourse there was no way to find out our overall position. Someone came by saying he thought that my club mate was now in first place. The boat that we thought had been first was still out there and there were now over 20 boats that had finished. I couldn’t wait to know.
Officially, we were fourth. It was mind boggling to be ahead of so many really good sailors. As I remember it there were five former champions in the fleet. My club mate was, indeed, in first place. The rumor about a Times reporter coming out to get a story was true and although I wasn’t his primary interest, I did get interviewed. It was just a great day.
I’d told the twins that I would be joining Rick (and a few others) at the loft over their garage and when I did I got a hug (wet) from one of them. I’d brought dry clothes and was set for the night and for the last day of racing. Rick was a bit ”scruffy“ but he didn’t seem to care. The party that night was at the house (estate) of another yacht club officer. I knew, and had raced against, his son so I felt fairly comfortable in those surroundings. The twins weren’t there which, in a way, was a downer. But Lola was. She was definitely the center of attraction for both older and younger men. Rick tried to make a play for her and she brushed him off. I was smiling when she did. There’s no doubt that I would’ve liked to have seen her in just her underwear but she wasn’t my type, personality wise. The twins, in spite of the obvious riches her family had, were anything but spoiled. Seeing Lola doing her ”act“ reinforced that fact for me. I remember wishing that they were there.
In spite of Rick’s love for a good party it was he who suggested that we leave at a reasonable hour and get a decent night’s sleep. We had good intentions but as the other ”squatters“ (what the twins called those of us staying in the loft) arrived at various times, noisily, we were awakened. It turned out to be a long, long night for both of us.
To be continued...
On the way to my boat I had to go past Lola’s boat. There were a couple of guys working on it. Hers had been one of the boats that had a breakdown in the second race. She was just standing there, basking in the fact that she had some good looking guys working on her boat. I liked her outfit though... white shorts and a tight, revealing, sleeveless blouse.
Rick got a ride from the twins house and couldn’t wait to tell me about the party he’d attended. The twins had taken him to one hosted by an officer of the yacht club and it had all kinds of food, liquor and music. I asked him how he was able to stay awake after what we’d gone through and he just smiled. Because the winds were light I didn’t have high expectations for how we’d do in the morning race. But my knowledge of the tides more than made up for our extra weight. We actually finished 5th, our best finish so far. When we came ashore for lunch someone told me that unofficially we’d moved up to 6th overall. My club mate had actually won the race and was now, supposedly, in 3rd place. The twins were beside themselves with joy. The father of one of the local sailors had some sort of connection with the New York Times and he called the paper to let them know that two ”locals“ were doing so well. He was told that they would send a reporter out so that was the "talk" of the lunch break.
As I’ve mentioned, the prevailing southerly wind usually came up in the afternoon and could be counted on to blow from 10 to 12 mph. As we set out from shore for the next race I was really excited even though there was no sign of any more wind. We sailed the first two legs with about the same wind we had in the morning race. The difference was that we were about in the middle of the fleet. On the third leg the wind died completely. We were now drifting with the tide. This had happened a couple of times in years past and I was trying to think of just what I did back then. It would be too complicated to explain but suffice it to say that I took what is called a ”flyer“ in sailing terms. I sailed the boat away from the direction that almost all the other boats were heading. There was a small sandbar that diverted the tide and I wanted to take advantage of it. With little to no wind it was agonizingly slow going. It was the tide moving us rather than the wind. After awhile I looked behind me and saw others starting to follow. But I’d been the first to do it so had them all covered. The race committee ended up shortening the course and we ended up with another good finish. Chip and his sister came in right behind me and that made me feel good. I couldn’t wait to get to shore to find out where we stood overall.
The twins were waiting for us. I don’t remember which one it was but she waded right out into the water to grab hold of my boat. Rick jumped overboard in a cannonball position and I followed. The twin that hadn’t come out into the water was standing on the beach and Rick ran out of the water and grabbed her, throwing her in. We were all giddy with happiness. It was obvious that the girls didn’t care about being wet. Their blouses didn’t reveal much but when we finally took the boat out of the water I got a good VPL from one of them. In all the years I’d sailed and in spite of all the races I’d won, doing well against the tops in the country was the best feeling I’d ever had. Because there were so many boats still out on the racecourse there was no way to find out our overall position. Someone came by saying he thought that my club mate was now in first place. The boat that we thought had been first was still out there and there were now over 20 boats that had finished. I couldn’t wait to know.
Officially, we were fourth. It was mind boggling to be ahead of so many really good sailors. As I remember it there were five former champions in the fleet. My club mate was, indeed, in first place. The rumor about a Times reporter coming out to get a story was true and although I wasn’t his primary interest, I did get interviewed. It was just a great day.
I’d told the twins that I would be joining Rick (and a few others) at the loft over their garage and when I did I got a hug (wet) from one of them. I’d brought dry clothes and was set for the night and for the last day of racing. Rick was a bit ”scruffy“ but he didn’t seem to care. The party that night was at the house (estate) of another yacht club officer. I knew, and had raced against, his son so I felt fairly comfortable in those surroundings. The twins weren’t there which, in a way, was a downer. But Lola was. She was definitely the center of attraction for both older and younger men. Rick tried to make a play for her and she brushed him off. I was smiling when she did. There’s no doubt that I would’ve liked to have seen her in just her underwear but she wasn’t my type, personality wise. The twins, in spite of the obvious riches her family had, were anything but spoiled. Seeing Lola doing her ”act“ reinforced that fact for me. I remember wishing that they were there.
In spite of Rick’s love for a good party it was he who suggested that we leave at a reasonable hour and get a decent night’s sleep. We had good intentions but as the other ”squatters“ (what the twins called those of us staying in the loft) arrived at various times, noisily, we were awakened. It turned out to be a long, long night for both of us.
To be continued...
Monday, July 27, 2009
MORE SUMMER... Ups and downs (Part 46d)
I picked Rick up at 6am. He’d gotten to his parents home around midnight and was definitely tired. The weather report was for 15 to 18 mph winds which meant we, with our extra 30 pounds, would have a bit of an advantage. I thought of poor Chip, sailing with his little sister and who would probably be sailing 20 pounds light and totally unfamiliar with tidal waters. We arrived before 8am, the time boat and sail inspections were to begin. I thought I’d be near the front of the line but found myself in the middle. I wondered just what time some of these people got up. The boat in front of me was skippered by a girl who had raced in my first championships. I really didn’t know her but I remembered her boat name... ”Party Party“. Rick ended up talking with her and found out that she attended the same college as my 2nd cousin. When he told me I went up to her to ask if she knew her. I quickly checked her out and was impressed with her looks and especially how she filled out her blouse. I found her name was Lola (really) and she actually did know my cousin and told me a story about her that confirmed it. I told her I’d look her up later after the boats were weighed and measured.
The yacht club provided a box lunch for the competitors prior to the first race. There were two races, back to back, that afternoon and everybody was bemoaning the strong winds we would race in. I made a point of finding Chip to give him encouragement. The look on his sister’s face told a story though. She was scared to death. Even though the wind was blowing somewhat off the shore we could still see whitecaps (waves with the tops breaking off). My next stop was to find Lola just to see what she was wearing to race in. I couldn’t tell as she had baggy shorts and a rain slicker on. Common sense would say it was probably a bathing suit. I figured that I'd check again after the races. When lunch was over we launched the boats and were off to the races.
It didn’t take long for the fleet to break into two parts. The lead pack was the one who could handle the windy conditions, us included. The other half was obviously struggling. Most of the 42 boats finished but as soon as some of them crossed the finish line they headed for shore. We’d done relatively well but were really hurting physically. Not sailing for a month showed. But we were psyched to get on with the next race. During the second race there were a number of boats who dropped out because of equipment breakdowns and a few more who just gave up. We did well, again, and when we got to shore found we were in 8th place and that our club mate was in 4th. Almost everybody was exhausted, just flopping down by their boats after getting them out of the water. I thought about looking for Lola but was too tired. It didn’t take long for the twins to find us. They were more excited about our success than we were. Of course they hadn’t just spent about 5 hours battling the waves and strong, gusty winds. Rick was complaining about having to drive the one and a half hours to get back home. One of the twins piped up that he/we could stay in the loft over their garage. I hadn’t given any thought at all about staying near the yacht club. In all the other years that I’d raced there I always went back home. But as tired as I was I wished I had. Rick had brought dry clothes for the trip home in anticipation of it being a wet day sailing. He immediately piped up that he’d love to stay over. The way he looked at it was that he’d get an extra hour and a half to party that night and an extra hour and a half to sleep in the morning. But I’d already told Elle I’d be back so, after loading all the gear up I headed home, alone.
I really struggled on the drive home. The setting sun was in my eyes for a whole hour. They were already bloodshot and irritated from all the salt spray I’d raced in all afternoon. By the time I pulled into my driveway all I wanted was a nice shower and to lay down. Because of the engagement announcement Elle was uncomfortable about coming over to my house so, after showering and eating, I went over to hers. Her parents were watching TV and that was the last thing I wanted to do so we went out to her back yard. I lay down in the lawn chaise and promptly fell asleep. Elle woke me up around the time her parents went to bed but I just wasn’t up for any romance. My body just craved rest. Before I left I told her that I’d probably stay over the next night. Because I was within the range of getting a trophy (top seven) I told her that I’d bought her a ticket for the awards banquet. That made her happy.
My father had a hard time getting me up. I don’t think my whole body had ever hurt more. But the thought of just how close I was to getting a trophy got me going. When I got to the yacht club I found everybody in pretty much the same condition. I looked up Chip and found that he was one of those who had given up after the first race. While I was talking to him his sister told him that if the wind made any waves at all she wasn’t going to sail. Typical thinking for a lake sailor. The morning winds were normally light and from the North at about 2 to 5 mph. I told Chip that it should be OK. Since we were going to have a lunch break after the first race, he could decide about the second race then. I told him the conditions should pretty much match those of lake sailing only with a tidal factor added. Because he seemed to be a nice guy I also told him where he should and shouldn’t go to take advantage of the tides during the race so that he could, hopefully, be competitive. His sister still looked scared.
To be continued...
I picked Rick up at 6am. He’d gotten to his parents home around midnight and was definitely tired. The weather report was for 15 to 18 mph winds which meant we, with our extra 30 pounds, would have a bit of an advantage. I thought of poor Chip, sailing with his little sister and who would probably be sailing 20 pounds light and totally unfamiliar with tidal waters. We arrived before 8am, the time boat and sail inspections were to begin. I thought I’d be near the front of the line but found myself in the middle. I wondered just what time some of these people got up. The boat in front of me was skippered by a girl who had raced in my first championships. I really didn’t know her but I remembered her boat name... ”Party Party“. Rick ended up talking with her and found out that she attended the same college as my 2nd cousin. When he told me I went up to her to ask if she knew her. I quickly checked her out and was impressed with her looks and especially how she filled out her blouse. I found her name was Lola (really) and she actually did know my cousin and told me a story about her that confirmed it. I told her I’d look her up later after the boats were weighed and measured.
The yacht club provided a box lunch for the competitors prior to the first race. There were two races, back to back, that afternoon and everybody was bemoaning the strong winds we would race in. I made a point of finding Chip to give him encouragement. The look on his sister’s face told a story though. She was scared to death. Even though the wind was blowing somewhat off the shore we could still see whitecaps (waves with the tops breaking off). My next stop was to find Lola just to see what she was wearing to race in. I couldn’t tell as she had baggy shorts and a rain slicker on. Common sense would say it was probably a bathing suit. I figured that I'd check again after the races. When lunch was over we launched the boats and were off to the races.
It didn’t take long for the fleet to break into two parts. The lead pack was the one who could handle the windy conditions, us included. The other half was obviously struggling. Most of the 42 boats finished but as soon as some of them crossed the finish line they headed for shore. We’d done relatively well but were really hurting physically. Not sailing for a month showed. But we were psyched to get on with the next race. During the second race there were a number of boats who dropped out because of equipment breakdowns and a few more who just gave up. We did well, again, and when we got to shore found we were in 8th place and that our club mate was in 4th. Almost everybody was exhausted, just flopping down by their boats after getting them out of the water. I thought about looking for Lola but was too tired. It didn’t take long for the twins to find us. They were more excited about our success than we were. Of course they hadn’t just spent about 5 hours battling the waves and strong, gusty winds. Rick was complaining about having to drive the one and a half hours to get back home. One of the twins piped up that he/we could stay in the loft over their garage. I hadn’t given any thought at all about staying near the yacht club. In all the other years that I’d raced there I always went back home. But as tired as I was I wished I had. Rick had brought dry clothes for the trip home in anticipation of it being a wet day sailing. He immediately piped up that he’d love to stay over. The way he looked at it was that he’d get an extra hour and a half to party that night and an extra hour and a half to sleep in the morning. But I’d already told Elle I’d be back so, after loading all the gear up I headed home, alone.
I really struggled on the drive home. The setting sun was in my eyes for a whole hour. They were already bloodshot and irritated from all the salt spray I’d raced in all afternoon. By the time I pulled into my driveway all I wanted was a nice shower and to lay down. Because of the engagement announcement Elle was uncomfortable about coming over to my house so, after showering and eating, I went over to hers. Her parents were watching TV and that was the last thing I wanted to do so we went out to her back yard. I lay down in the lawn chaise and promptly fell asleep. Elle woke me up around the time her parents went to bed but I just wasn’t up for any romance. My body just craved rest. Before I left I told her that I’d probably stay over the next night. Because I was within the range of getting a trophy (top seven) I told her that I’d bought her a ticket for the awards banquet. That made her happy.
My father had a hard time getting me up. I don’t think my whole body had ever hurt more. But the thought of just how close I was to getting a trophy got me going. When I got to the yacht club I found everybody in pretty much the same condition. I looked up Chip and found that he was one of those who had given up after the first race. While I was talking to him his sister told him that if the wind made any waves at all she wasn’t going to sail. Typical thinking for a lake sailor. The morning winds were normally light and from the North at about 2 to 5 mph. I told Chip that it should be OK. Since we were going to have a lunch break after the first race, he could decide about the second race then. I told him the conditions should pretty much match those of lake sailing only with a tidal factor added. Because he seemed to be a nice guy I also told him where he should and shouldn’t go to take advantage of the tides during the race so that he could, hopefully, be competitive. His sister still looked scared.
To be continued...
Saturday, July 25, 2009
MORE SUMMER... Ups and downs (Part 46c)
We hadn’t eaten anything and it was now past 7pm. She had come over to invite us to join with the local club members who had volunteered to work at the Championships for a bite to eat. I had only snacked on the way home from the track and was truly famished. I looked at Elle and she was shaking her head “no”. I think it was Penny who saw her and she asked why. I know Elle wanted to “kill” me when I said that she’d had an “accident”. Almost without batting an eye Penny said she had some spare clothes. Elle still seemed reluctant but Penny told her to just go wade out into the water and pointed to some others who were doing somewhat the same. I encouraged Elle and helped her off the boat. It was only about 10 feet to the water. I walked out to my knees (I still had on my jeans) and Elle walked out a little further and did a quick squat. Penny stood there watching us and when we came out of the water she walked us back to the clubhouse. She took Elle into the ladies locker room and about 10 minutes later they reappeared. Elle was now wearing a pair of cuffed red shorts. I’d seen them on Penny (or Pam) before. My first thought was what was under them. I couldn’t wait until later to find out.
We were made welcome just as if we were actual members of the yacht club. I recognized a lot of the kids as they were fellow competitors in our area regattas. I also recognized some of the adults as parents of these same kids and some of the others as flag officers of the club. We ended up spending more time there than I’d wanted to. When we finally made our way back to the car I heard someone call my name. It was the Chip, the kid from up by the track where I worked. I really wanted to leave so I could spend some time with Elle but headed in his direction. He introduced us to his sister who was going to crew for him. As we pushed his boat to it’s launching space he let me know that his sister wasn’t his first choice for a crew. His regular crew was a football player going to college in North Carolina and was there early for practice. I looked at him and then at his sister and shook my head. If the normal prevailing winds came in they were going to be overpowered from being too light. Even though it was getting dark by then I did notice that the girl did fill out her shorts quite nicely.
If I had even a clue to someplace where Elle and I could’ve gone to park locally I would’ve done it. But I also didn’t want to take a chance of wasting time or getting lost so we headed for home. The abandoned garage near home seemed to be the logical place. On the way Elle had let me know she was going to have to go before we got there. I told her to grab a towel from under the seat and go but, because they weren’t her clothes, she wouldn’t. I then told her to slide the shorts and panties down and go. She wouldn’t do that but I watched her pull the shorts down and take them off. I really wanted to know what kind of panties Penny had given her to wear. I could see they were white from the light of the radio. I then put my hand on her stomach and rubbed lightly and could feel that they were nylon. I was hoping that she could hold on until we got to our spot but as soon as we turned onto our road I saw her stuff the towel under her. I tried to get my hand onto her crotch but she pushed it away. I remember thinking “what a waste of pee”.
Once parked I got my chance. She lay over my lap and my hand slipped easily into place. It felt so good to rub the smooth fabric. But I was surprised at how wide the crotch felt. Elle had more than that on her mind. She lifted her top leg and then proceed to put her own hand in her crotch to pull the material away. I liked her thinking! If I were to guess I would say it took less than three minutes before she was sitting up and undoing my pants. It took more time for me to put a rubber on than it did to get my pants and underpants off. She was straddling me and had my penis right in her “canal”, riding up and down. Although the rubber somewhat dulled the sensation for me I was worried that I would come before she was ready for me. I didn’t but I didn’t last all that long when we finally “connected“. I remember Elle being especially satisfied. It might’ve been her first real orgasm.
It was only a short ride to our homes. Elle, reluctantly, put the red shorts back on to get into her house. I still wanted to find out who made the panties she was wearing. As we kissed goodnight I did put my fingers up under the cuff of the shorts and onto her crotch. I pretty much figured she’d just back away but she didn’t. Almost before I knew it she was peeing. I pulled her in tight to me and kept my fingers moving as her warm pee flooded over them. I was truly surprised. As I walked home I couldn’t help thinking that Elle’s thinking was definitely changing.
To be continued...
We hadn’t eaten anything and it was now past 7pm. She had come over to invite us to join with the local club members who had volunteered to work at the Championships for a bite to eat. I had only snacked on the way home from the track and was truly famished. I looked at Elle and she was shaking her head “no”. I think it was Penny who saw her and she asked why. I know Elle wanted to “kill” me when I said that she’d had an “accident”. Almost without batting an eye Penny said she had some spare clothes. Elle still seemed reluctant but Penny told her to just go wade out into the water and pointed to some others who were doing somewhat the same. I encouraged Elle and helped her off the boat. It was only about 10 feet to the water. I walked out to my knees (I still had on my jeans) and Elle walked out a little further and did a quick squat. Penny stood there watching us and when we came out of the water she walked us back to the clubhouse. She took Elle into the ladies locker room and about 10 minutes later they reappeared. Elle was now wearing a pair of cuffed red shorts. I’d seen them on Penny (or Pam) before. My first thought was what was under them. I couldn’t wait until later to find out.
We were made welcome just as if we were actual members of the yacht club. I recognized a lot of the kids as they were fellow competitors in our area regattas. I also recognized some of the adults as parents of these same kids and some of the others as flag officers of the club. We ended up spending more time there than I’d wanted to. When we finally made our way back to the car I heard someone call my name. It was the Chip, the kid from up by the track where I worked. I really wanted to leave so I could spend some time with Elle but headed in his direction. He introduced us to his sister who was going to crew for him. As we pushed his boat to it’s launching space he let me know that his sister wasn’t his first choice for a crew. His regular crew was a football player going to college in North Carolina and was there early for practice. I looked at him and then at his sister and shook my head. If the normal prevailing winds came in they were going to be overpowered from being too light. Even though it was getting dark by then I did notice that the girl did fill out her shorts quite nicely.
If I had even a clue to someplace where Elle and I could’ve gone to park locally I would’ve done it. But I also didn’t want to take a chance of wasting time or getting lost so we headed for home. The abandoned garage near home seemed to be the logical place. On the way Elle had let me know she was going to have to go before we got there. I told her to grab a towel from under the seat and go but, because they weren’t her clothes, she wouldn’t. I then told her to slide the shorts and panties down and go. She wouldn’t do that but I watched her pull the shorts down and take them off. I really wanted to know what kind of panties Penny had given her to wear. I could see they were white from the light of the radio. I then put my hand on her stomach and rubbed lightly and could feel that they were nylon. I was hoping that she could hold on until we got to our spot but as soon as we turned onto our road I saw her stuff the towel under her. I tried to get my hand onto her crotch but she pushed it away. I remember thinking “what a waste of pee”.
Once parked I got my chance. She lay over my lap and my hand slipped easily into place. It felt so good to rub the smooth fabric. But I was surprised at how wide the crotch felt. Elle had more than that on her mind. She lifted her top leg and then proceed to put her own hand in her crotch to pull the material away. I liked her thinking! If I were to guess I would say it took less than three minutes before she was sitting up and undoing my pants. It took more time for me to put a rubber on than it did to get my pants and underpants off. She was straddling me and had my penis right in her “canal”, riding up and down. Although the rubber somewhat dulled the sensation for me I was worried that I would come before she was ready for me. I didn’t but I didn’t last all that long when we finally “connected“. I remember Elle being especially satisfied. It might’ve been her first real orgasm.
It was only a short ride to our homes. Elle, reluctantly, put the red shorts back on to get into her house. I still wanted to find out who made the panties she was wearing. As we kissed goodnight I did put my fingers up under the cuff of the shorts and onto her crotch. I pretty much figured she’d just back away but she didn’t. Almost before I knew it she was peeing. I pulled her in tight to me and kept my fingers moving as her warm pee flooded over them. I was truly surprised. As I walked home I couldn’t help thinking that Elle’s thinking was definitely changing.
To be continued...
Thursday, July 23, 2009
MORE SUMMER... Ups and downs (Part 46b)
I got back into my routine where I’d go up into the clubhouse and visit with my old friends, Mr and Mrs B, and have a dessert with them. On one of the first nights they introduced me to an owner and his wife who lived not to far from my college. Making small talk, I mentioned that I’d been away at Summer school. They thought it ironic as their son had done the same thing. As we continued talking it came to light that he raced small sailboats like me. Then, the unbelievable happened. Their son raced the same class of sailboat that I did AND... he had qualified for the Championships just as I had. Since they were to be held fairly near to my home I asked if he was going to compete and they said he was.
We set it up so that I could meet him that following Sunday. He, like me, was back to working but was home to attend the wedding of a family friend. It was all very enlightening. I’d been in the area for two Summers and didn’t even know that they raced the same kind of boats only 20 miles away. I was a bit disappointed that I didn’t know as I could’ve spent some Sundays racing. Chip was the same age as me and had been racing for about 3 years. Qualifying was the highlight of his sailing career. I told him all about the area he’d be sailing in and, because he’d only done lake sailing, he seemed a bit overwhelmed. He then started trying to persuade me to go home and compete as well. I told him there was just no way it was possible.
That night I remember wishing that I hadn’t met him. I just couldn’t get the thought of racing in the Championships out of my mind. I’d always done very well in the area where they were to be held. On top of that it was no more than an hour and a half away from home. I didn’t sleep well at all.
When I returned I’d arranged with AJ to get a few days off to go home when it was time to go back to college to get my things and to bring Elle back to her school. Registration for both of us was the day after Labor day. As it so happened, the Championships were to be the same weekend... Friday, Saturday and Sunday. I found myself using my waking hours trying to find a way to be able to compete.(1) I didn’t have much time because if I were to race I had to get my registration in by the end of that week. The only choice was to ask AJ for the time off.
To say I was nervous when I approached him is to put it mildly. Initially, his look told me he didn’t approve. But, I pulled an idea out of my a__ and told him that I’d use the time at home to try and mend the rift with my grandparents. He thought that was a good idea and reluctantly said it was OK.
The only memorable thing I can remember over those last weeks before going home was that I won the biggest bet of my life. A trainer friend asked if one of AJ’s horses had warmed up well and I said that it had. He told me that one of his horses was the best it had ever been. We decided to bet them in the Daily Double (you have to pick the winner of both the first and second races to win) and they both won. I collected over $100 for just a $2 bet. It was a perfect way to head for home.
I left at dawn the Thursday before the Championships getting home around 2pm. My father was really upset with me telling me that I had my priorities all messed up. He was more upset with my coming home to race than he was about the engagement announcement. Even though the races didn’t start until Friday I wanted to get the boat over to the site early so I’d have a good launching spot. I’d asked Elle to make sure she had both the afternoon and evening off from work so she could help me. Rick, my crew wasn’t flying in until late that night and I wanted to have the boat ready to go on race day. She was waiting for me and at least she was happy to see me. We collected all the stuff I needed and headed out late in the afternoon. It was normally about an hour and a half trip but we were leaving around the time that most working people got off. It was after 6pm when we fianlly arrived. I was pleased to see that the “greeter” was Peter, a fellow competitor who was a member of the host club. Peter took good care of me giving one of the most convenient spots. He even helped Elle and I push the trailer through the sand to out location. Just as he finished more boats arrived. I thanked him and looked over at Elle who was doubled over by the back of the boat. In pushing the trailer through the sand she “leaked” and knew it was only a matter of seconds before the “flood”. I’ll admit that knowing this caused the start of a bulge.
There was no way she could make it to the clubhouse in time. Although our spot was good for launching it was definitely a detriment as far as access to the building. There were probably a dozen other boats with more than that number of people milling about. Elle gave me a hang dog look and then just squatted down. I watched as I saw her pee pooling into the sand and then disappearing as my bulge grew bigger. She stayed in the squatting position for quite a while, finally standing and asking how bad the seat of her shorts looked. They were a light blue but where the pee had worked its way through they were much darker. It was probably 300 feet to where the car was parked and there were more and more people arriving with their boats so getting there without being seen wasn’t really possible. I suggested that Elle sit up on the deck while I finished up and that would hide her wet bottom. I proceeded to set the mast and the rest of the gear by myself. I was almost done when one of the twins appeared.
To be continued...
I got back into my routine where I’d go up into the clubhouse and visit with my old friends, Mr and Mrs B, and have a dessert with them. On one of the first nights they introduced me to an owner and his wife who lived not to far from my college. Making small talk, I mentioned that I’d been away at Summer school. They thought it ironic as their son had done the same thing. As we continued talking it came to light that he raced small sailboats like me. Then, the unbelievable happened. Their son raced the same class of sailboat that I did AND... he had qualified for the Championships just as I had. Since they were to be held fairly near to my home I asked if he was going to compete and they said he was.
We set it up so that I could meet him that following Sunday. He, like me, was back to working but was home to attend the wedding of a family friend. It was all very enlightening. I’d been in the area for two Summers and didn’t even know that they raced the same kind of boats only 20 miles away. I was a bit disappointed that I didn’t know as I could’ve spent some Sundays racing. Chip was the same age as me and had been racing for about 3 years. Qualifying was the highlight of his sailing career. I told him all about the area he’d be sailing in and, because he’d only done lake sailing, he seemed a bit overwhelmed. He then started trying to persuade me to go home and compete as well. I told him there was just no way it was possible.
That night I remember wishing that I hadn’t met him. I just couldn’t get the thought of racing in the Championships out of my mind. I’d always done very well in the area where they were to be held. On top of that it was no more than an hour and a half away from home. I didn’t sleep well at all.
When I returned I’d arranged with AJ to get a few days off to go home when it was time to go back to college to get my things and to bring Elle back to her school. Registration for both of us was the day after Labor day. As it so happened, the Championships were to be the same weekend... Friday, Saturday and Sunday. I found myself using my waking hours trying to find a way to be able to compete.(1) I didn’t have much time because if I were to race I had to get my registration in by the end of that week. The only choice was to ask AJ for the time off.
To say I was nervous when I approached him is to put it mildly. Initially, his look told me he didn’t approve. But, I pulled an idea out of my a__ and told him that I’d use the time at home to try and mend the rift with my grandparents. He thought that was a good idea and reluctantly said it was OK.
The only memorable thing I can remember over those last weeks before going home was that I won the biggest bet of my life. A trainer friend asked if one of AJ’s horses had warmed up well and I said that it had. He told me that one of his horses was the best it had ever been. We decided to bet them in the Daily Double (you have to pick the winner of both the first and second races to win) and they both won. I collected over $100 for just a $2 bet. It was a perfect way to head for home.
I left at dawn the Thursday before the Championships getting home around 2pm. My father was really upset with me telling me that I had my priorities all messed up. He was more upset with my coming home to race than he was about the engagement announcement. Even though the races didn’t start until Friday I wanted to get the boat over to the site early so I’d have a good launching spot. I’d asked Elle to make sure she had both the afternoon and evening off from work so she could help me. Rick, my crew wasn’t flying in until late that night and I wanted to have the boat ready to go on race day. She was waiting for me and at least she was happy to see me. We collected all the stuff I needed and headed out late in the afternoon. It was normally about an hour and a half trip but we were leaving around the time that most working people got off. It was after 6pm when we fianlly arrived. I was pleased to see that the “greeter” was Peter, a fellow competitor who was a member of the host club. Peter took good care of me giving one of the most convenient spots. He even helped Elle and I push the trailer through the sand to out location. Just as he finished more boats arrived. I thanked him and looked over at Elle who was doubled over by the back of the boat. In pushing the trailer through the sand she “leaked” and knew it was only a matter of seconds before the “flood”. I’ll admit that knowing this caused the start of a bulge.
There was no way she could make it to the clubhouse in time. Although our spot was good for launching it was definitely a detriment as far as access to the building. There were probably a dozen other boats with more than that number of people milling about. Elle gave me a hang dog look and then just squatted down. I watched as I saw her pee pooling into the sand and then disappearing as my bulge grew bigger. She stayed in the squatting position for quite a while, finally standing and asking how bad the seat of her shorts looked. They were a light blue but where the pee had worked its way through they were much darker. It was probably 300 feet to where the car was parked and there were more and more people arriving with their boats so getting there without being seen wasn’t really possible. I suggested that Elle sit up on the deck while I finished up and that would hide her wet bottom. I proceeded to set the mast and the rest of the gear by myself. I was almost done when one of the twins appeared.
To be continued...
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
MORE SUMMER... Ups and downs (Part 46a)
I woke my father up while taking a shower. He commended me again for using good judgment by not driving when overtired. (I never told him the truth about that evening though) My mother had packed up all my “horse clothes” and they were waiting by the door. I loaded them into my car and then ate some breakfast while waiting for the shade in Elle’s bedroom window to go up. It was actually before 8am, her usual time, and I rushed right over. She looked 100% better than the last time I’d seen her but she still had dark circles under her eyes. She seemed very quiet and I couldn’t tell if she was glad to see me or not. Her mother was getting ready to go to work so we just sat on the sofa and didn’t really say much. I wanted so much to just grab her and kiss her but I knew she’d rebuff me what with her mother flitting about.
As soon as I saw her mother’s car pulling into the road I moved over and hugged her tightly. She didn’t fight me but I could feel her rigidity. I asked what was wrong and she wasted no time in telling me. Her mother was sending our engagement announcement to the papers that week. I wasn’t happy but Elle explained that she’d finally convinced her mother to hold off at least until I went back to work. I knew I’d escape facing the “wrath” of my mother and the hurt of my grandparents by being back to work. I also knew it had to happen sometime.
But that wasn’t what was really on her mind. Her period was late. My mind went into reverse trying to remember when we’d made love without a condom. I just couldn’t pinpoint it and had to accept what she was telling me. It’s amazing how fast our minds can work when under extreme pressure. My first thought was of the money her father had offered if we were to elope. There was no doubt in my mind that I was willing to marry her as soon as we could. In fact, I remember taking her in my arms and telling her not to worry. But, they were only words and I was about to leave. I now know she was feeling somewhat abandoned. She was worried about a lot of things and had no one to share her worries with. But, regardless of that I knew I had to get back to work. It was imperative that I had to make some money and that was the way I wanted to do it. There were no answers for her right then and I had to get on the road if I was to make it to the track by 6pm. I also had to stop and see my grandparents. It was not a good “good bye”.
My grandfather pressed two twenty dollar bills into my hand as I was leaving his house. I felt guilty taking it knowing how upset he’d be when he saw the announcement in the local paper on Thursday but I did take it. Added to the $20 my father gave me I had enough money to make it through the week. On the trip back I had plenty of time to come up with a strategy for what I/we would do if Elle was really pregnant. I knew there were loans available at college for married students and pretty much focused on that. I just had this feeling that I’d find a way to make it work for both of us.
I got to the track in time to warm some horses up and it felt good as it got my mind off Elle for a while. With the next day being Sunday I got all caught up with what was happening at the stable and AJ went over what my responsibilities were to be. Work, during the week, was somewhat hard as I’d gotten “soft” over the previous six weeks. My days and nights were filled but I managed to find time to call Elle a few times. It was at the end of the week when she told me her period had finally come. She had to go to her doctor for her required check up for college and he told her the reason for the lateness was probably as a result of her being so sick. Believe it or not, I was just a bit disappointed. She reported that the “fallout” from the engagement announcement seemed to be mild. I was still afraid to call home though.
That Sunday evening when AJ came to check on the horses he asked me to get in his car. I couldn’t imagine why. In all the time I’d worked for him we’d never really “talked” or socialized. He ended up driving to his rented house. It had a nice back yard with lawn furniture and when we sat down Mrs AJ brought out a pitcher of iced tea. I was really puzzled. After a little small talk she went back into the house leaving AJ and I alone. I could see he was uncomfortable and my first thought was that he was going to tell me I was through. That wasn’t it. It was that when AJ made his weekly call to my grandfather (he called all his absentee owners every Sunday), my grandfather had told him that he was very upset with me but wouldn’t tell him why. AJ was concerned that it (the situation) would somehow affect he and my grandfather’s relationship and might cause him to lose those horses.
To allay his fears I explained that Elle and I were engaged. I went on and told him about Elle’s parents relationship to my grandparents and the fact that my grandmother was a great believer in the caste system. In her eyes Elle wasn’t worthy of marrying me. I remember him just sitting, listening. When I finished he started talking. I don’t remember the exact words but, in essence, he understood my situation. He told me he was born in Canada and his family had moved to the States when he was eight years old. At that time, Americans looked down on Canadians, calling them “dumb Canucks”. Just because of where he was born some families wouldn’t let their kids play with him. So, in a matter of a few minutes I had AJ on my side... but he was still wary of just what my grandfather might say and/or do as far as his horses were concerned.
To be continued...
I woke my father up while taking a shower. He commended me again for using good judgment by not driving when overtired. (I never told him the truth about that evening though) My mother had packed up all my “horse clothes” and they were waiting by the door. I loaded them into my car and then ate some breakfast while waiting for the shade in Elle’s bedroom window to go up. It was actually before 8am, her usual time, and I rushed right over. She looked 100% better than the last time I’d seen her but she still had dark circles under her eyes. She seemed very quiet and I couldn’t tell if she was glad to see me or not. Her mother was getting ready to go to work so we just sat on the sofa and didn’t really say much. I wanted so much to just grab her and kiss her but I knew she’d rebuff me what with her mother flitting about.
As soon as I saw her mother’s car pulling into the road I moved over and hugged her tightly. She didn’t fight me but I could feel her rigidity. I asked what was wrong and she wasted no time in telling me. Her mother was sending our engagement announcement to the papers that week. I wasn’t happy but Elle explained that she’d finally convinced her mother to hold off at least until I went back to work. I knew I’d escape facing the “wrath” of my mother and the hurt of my grandparents by being back to work. I also knew it had to happen sometime.
But that wasn’t what was really on her mind. Her period was late. My mind went into reverse trying to remember when we’d made love without a condom. I just couldn’t pinpoint it and had to accept what she was telling me. It’s amazing how fast our minds can work when under extreme pressure. My first thought was of the money her father had offered if we were to elope. There was no doubt in my mind that I was willing to marry her as soon as we could. In fact, I remember taking her in my arms and telling her not to worry. But, they were only words and I was about to leave. I now know she was feeling somewhat abandoned. She was worried about a lot of things and had no one to share her worries with. But, regardless of that I knew I had to get back to work. It was imperative that I had to make some money and that was the way I wanted to do it. There were no answers for her right then and I had to get on the road if I was to make it to the track by 6pm. I also had to stop and see my grandparents. It was not a good “good bye”.
My grandfather pressed two twenty dollar bills into my hand as I was leaving his house. I felt guilty taking it knowing how upset he’d be when he saw the announcement in the local paper on Thursday but I did take it. Added to the $20 my father gave me I had enough money to make it through the week. On the trip back I had plenty of time to come up with a strategy for what I/we would do if Elle was really pregnant. I knew there were loans available at college for married students and pretty much focused on that. I just had this feeling that I’d find a way to make it work for both of us.
I got to the track in time to warm some horses up and it felt good as it got my mind off Elle for a while. With the next day being Sunday I got all caught up with what was happening at the stable and AJ went over what my responsibilities were to be. Work, during the week, was somewhat hard as I’d gotten “soft” over the previous six weeks. My days and nights were filled but I managed to find time to call Elle a few times. It was at the end of the week when she told me her period had finally come. She had to go to her doctor for her required check up for college and he told her the reason for the lateness was probably as a result of her being so sick. Believe it or not, I was just a bit disappointed. She reported that the “fallout” from the engagement announcement seemed to be mild. I was still afraid to call home though.
That Sunday evening when AJ came to check on the horses he asked me to get in his car. I couldn’t imagine why. In all the time I’d worked for him we’d never really “talked” or socialized. He ended up driving to his rented house. It had a nice back yard with lawn furniture and when we sat down Mrs AJ brought out a pitcher of iced tea. I was really puzzled. After a little small talk she went back into the house leaving AJ and I alone. I could see he was uncomfortable and my first thought was that he was going to tell me I was through. That wasn’t it. It was that when AJ made his weekly call to my grandfather (he called all his absentee owners every Sunday), my grandfather had told him that he was very upset with me but wouldn’t tell him why. AJ was concerned that it (the situation) would somehow affect he and my grandfather’s relationship and might cause him to lose those horses.
To allay his fears I explained that Elle and I were engaged. I went on and told him about Elle’s parents relationship to my grandparents and the fact that my grandmother was a great believer in the caste system. In her eyes Elle wasn’t worthy of marrying me. I remember him just sitting, listening. When I finished he started talking. I don’t remember the exact words but, in essence, he understood my situation. He told me he was born in Canada and his family had moved to the States when he was eight years old. At that time, Americans looked down on Canadians, calling them “dumb Canucks”. Just because of where he was born some families wouldn’t let their kids play with him. So, in a matter of a few minutes I had AJ on my side... but he was still wary of just what my grandfather might say and/or do as far as his horses were concerned.
To be continued...
Saturday, July 11, 2009
A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... some ripples (Part 45o)
A passing outboard woke me up and as I looked at Rose she had turned over and was on her back. This was an even better view. I’d never heard of a “camel toe” at that time in my life but that was what I saw. Instant hard on! Her panties were now dry but were sheer enough to see what I wanted to. I looked at my watch and it was after 5pm. I knew I wanted a shower to wash the salt off and we also had to eat and get to the theater by 8pm. I called to Rose and I fully expected her to get all modest on me but she didn’t. She just sat up and pulled her knees up to her chest without pulling the towel around her. We had left our clothes in the dingy and I went to get them with my towel around me. I don’t think she saw the reason but she did “zing” me about my modesty. I made it down into the dingy and pulled my pants on. My underpants, being cotton, hadn’t dried but at that point I didn’t care. I passed Rose’s clothes on up to her and then watched as she dressed herself. I couldn’t have dreamed up a better scenario than what I’d witnessed that afternoon.
Back at the house Rose said she would shower first while I dug through my clothes that were out in the car to find a decent pair of khaki’s and dry underpants. She told me to come on upstairs and to go in the room to the left of the bathroom. The bathroom was between that bedroom and Rose’s and the door was somewhat ajar and I could hear the shower. I went into the room and found a fresh towel on the bed. Then I walked out onto the balcony thinking of what an unbelievable afternoon it had been. In somewhat of a dreamworld I didn’t hear or see Rose walk in. She had a towel wrapped around her and was telling me the bathroom was free. She turned and walked out and I followed a few steps behind her. As I turned into the hall I saw her take the last steps into her room... bare bottomed. WHEW!
The bathroom was unlike any I’d ever seen before. It not only had a bathtub but also a separate shower. It had a very large pedestal sink and also a built in dressing table with a bench seat. The most important thing I saw though, was the pile of clothes on that bench seat. Obviously, they belonged to Rose. On top was her bra. As I’d mentioned, when I saw her sitting in her bra in the dingy I was impressed with the size of her breasts. I picked the bra up and saw the label read “Maidenform”. I had to smile because the father of my senior year roommate at boarding school was in charge of advertising for Maidenform. Our room had a couple of their promotional posters. (hidden, of course) The size of her bra was the same as Elle’s, 34 B. I was truly impressed as Rose was around 5 feet in height and barely weighed 100 pounds. Elle, on the other hand, was 5 feet 7 inches and about 140 pounds. But I really wanted to see the label in the panties. I knew I’d seen that distinctive waist elastic but I couldn’t place it. “Vanity Fair”... the same kind that the new neighbor at home wore. They were really well made. I made a mental note to see if I could find some, somewhere, for Elle.
By the time I was washed and dressed Rose was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. She was standing in the doorway of the front door with the sun shining in behind her. She was wearing a chiffon Summer dress and I swear she wasn’t wearing a slip. At least it didn’t look like it. She had made reservations at an Italian restaurant in the downtown area. It only took a few minutes to get there. It was obvious that Rose had been there many times before. It was also obvious that it was a "real“ Italian restaurant. The staff spoke mostly in Italian and I couldn’t understand most of the menu. Rose asked if she could order for me and, rather than embarrass myself asking a bunch of stupid questions, said yes. Of course she ordered wine. The lightheadedness of the afternoon had finally worn off and I really wasn’t up to it. But Rose was persuasive, saying that it would really enhance the meal.
She’d ordered veal parmesan with some sort of red wine. It was the first time I’d ever eaten veal and I really enjoyed it. Somehow, we managed to finish off the whole bottle of wine. For dessert she ordered up spumoni, another first. I really didn’t feel lightheaded but I knew that I’d been drinking as I walked out to the car. It was only 15 minutes to the theater and our seats were in the third row. I remember the first part of the play and little thereafter. I know I fell asleep a few times as Rose gave me some sharp pokes. By the time it was over it was after 11pm. I was very, very tired and Rose could see that. As we pulled into her driveway she started pleading with me to stay over. I really didn’t want to as I wanted to get home so I’d have some time with Elle before I left the next morning. But common sense told me I’d be stupid to try and make it.
I called home and told my father that I was too tired to drive home. He actually praised me for making a good decision. My plan had been to leave for the track around 10 am and I told him I was still shooting for that. When I got off the phone Rose was already upstairs. She called down to me telling me to use the room that I’d been in earlier the day. When I got to the top of the stairs the bathroom door was closed but the lights were on and the bed had been turned down for me. I turned out the lights and waited for the bathroom to be free. The french doors to the balcony were still open and I could see the lights from the harbor. When I heard the bathroom door open I started for the hall but before I made it there was Rose halfway into the room. I couldn’t really make out just what she was wearing but it wasn’t much. She said she was coming in to tell me to leave the balcony doors and the room door open so I’d have some breeze to keep cool. But she didn’t leave. She walked out onto the balcony. I didn’t know what to say or do. I stood there for a minute or so and then walked towards the balcony. Before I knew it Rose had thrown her arms around me. All I wanted to do was go to sleep. I really didn’t want this and I also didn’t want to hurt Rose’s feelings. I honestly don’t remember what I said to her at that point but I remember her asking/pleading for just one kiss. I also remember bending down to kiss her, on the lips, and I know I felt tears on her upper lip. It didn’t last all that long and then she said ”goodnight“ and walked out of the room.
That was the last time I ever saw her. I didn’t sleep very well at all and as soon as daylight started peeking through the balcony doors I was up and on the road. In some respects it was like an escape. I was actually home a little after 6am.
To be continued...
A passing outboard woke me up and as I looked at Rose she had turned over and was on her back. This was an even better view. I’d never heard of a “camel toe” at that time in my life but that was what I saw. Instant hard on! Her panties were now dry but were sheer enough to see what I wanted to. I looked at my watch and it was after 5pm. I knew I wanted a shower to wash the salt off and we also had to eat and get to the theater by 8pm. I called to Rose and I fully expected her to get all modest on me but she didn’t. She just sat up and pulled her knees up to her chest without pulling the towel around her. We had left our clothes in the dingy and I went to get them with my towel around me. I don’t think she saw the reason but she did “zing” me about my modesty. I made it down into the dingy and pulled my pants on. My underpants, being cotton, hadn’t dried but at that point I didn’t care. I passed Rose’s clothes on up to her and then watched as she dressed herself. I couldn’t have dreamed up a better scenario than what I’d witnessed that afternoon.
Back at the house Rose said she would shower first while I dug through my clothes that were out in the car to find a decent pair of khaki’s and dry underpants. She told me to come on upstairs and to go in the room to the left of the bathroom. The bathroom was between that bedroom and Rose’s and the door was somewhat ajar and I could hear the shower. I went into the room and found a fresh towel on the bed. Then I walked out onto the balcony thinking of what an unbelievable afternoon it had been. In somewhat of a dreamworld I didn’t hear or see Rose walk in. She had a towel wrapped around her and was telling me the bathroom was free. She turned and walked out and I followed a few steps behind her. As I turned into the hall I saw her take the last steps into her room... bare bottomed. WHEW!
The bathroom was unlike any I’d ever seen before. It not only had a bathtub but also a separate shower. It had a very large pedestal sink and also a built in dressing table with a bench seat. The most important thing I saw though, was the pile of clothes on that bench seat. Obviously, they belonged to Rose. On top was her bra. As I’d mentioned, when I saw her sitting in her bra in the dingy I was impressed with the size of her breasts. I picked the bra up and saw the label read “Maidenform”. I had to smile because the father of my senior year roommate at boarding school was in charge of advertising for Maidenform. Our room had a couple of their promotional posters. (hidden, of course) The size of her bra was the same as Elle’s, 34 B. I was truly impressed as Rose was around 5 feet in height and barely weighed 100 pounds. Elle, on the other hand, was 5 feet 7 inches and about 140 pounds. But I really wanted to see the label in the panties. I knew I’d seen that distinctive waist elastic but I couldn’t place it. “Vanity Fair”... the same kind that the new neighbor at home wore. They were really well made. I made a mental note to see if I could find some, somewhere, for Elle.
By the time I was washed and dressed Rose was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. She was standing in the doorway of the front door with the sun shining in behind her. She was wearing a chiffon Summer dress and I swear she wasn’t wearing a slip. At least it didn’t look like it. She had made reservations at an Italian restaurant in the downtown area. It only took a few minutes to get there. It was obvious that Rose had been there many times before. It was also obvious that it was a "real“ Italian restaurant. The staff spoke mostly in Italian and I couldn’t understand most of the menu. Rose asked if she could order for me and, rather than embarrass myself asking a bunch of stupid questions, said yes. Of course she ordered wine. The lightheadedness of the afternoon had finally worn off and I really wasn’t up to it. But Rose was persuasive, saying that it would really enhance the meal.
She’d ordered veal parmesan with some sort of red wine. It was the first time I’d ever eaten veal and I really enjoyed it. Somehow, we managed to finish off the whole bottle of wine. For dessert she ordered up spumoni, another first. I really didn’t feel lightheaded but I knew that I’d been drinking as I walked out to the car. It was only 15 minutes to the theater and our seats were in the third row. I remember the first part of the play and little thereafter. I know I fell asleep a few times as Rose gave me some sharp pokes. By the time it was over it was after 11pm. I was very, very tired and Rose could see that. As we pulled into her driveway she started pleading with me to stay over. I really didn’t want to as I wanted to get home so I’d have some time with Elle before I left the next morning. But common sense told me I’d be stupid to try and make it.
I called home and told my father that I was too tired to drive home. He actually praised me for making a good decision. My plan had been to leave for the track around 10 am and I told him I was still shooting for that. When I got off the phone Rose was already upstairs. She called down to me telling me to use the room that I’d been in earlier the day. When I got to the top of the stairs the bathroom door was closed but the lights were on and the bed had been turned down for me. I turned out the lights and waited for the bathroom to be free. The french doors to the balcony were still open and I could see the lights from the harbor. When I heard the bathroom door open I started for the hall but before I made it there was Rose halfway into the room. I couldn’t really make out just what she was wearing but it wasn’t much. She said she was coming in to tell me to leave the balcony doors and the room door open so I’d have some breeze to keep cool. But she didn’t leave. She walked out onto the balcony. I didn’t know what to say or do. I stood there for a minute or so and then walked towards the balcony. Before I knew it Rose had thrown her arms around me. All I wanted to do was go to sleep. I really didn’t want this and I also didn’t want to hurt Rose’s feelings. I honestly don’t remember what I said to her at that point but I remember her asking/pleading for just one kiss. I also remember bending down to kiss her, on the lips, and I know I felt tears on her upper lip. It didn’t last all that long and then she said ”goodnight“ and walked out of the room.
That was the last time I ever saw her. I didn’t sleep very well at all and as soon as daylight started peeking through the balcony doors I was up and on the road. In some respects it was like an escape. I was actually home a little after 6am.
To be continued...
Monday, July 06, 2009
A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... some ripples (Part 45n)
I was wearing the clothes I expected to wear to the theater so told her that I wasn’t interested. She persisted and when she said that we could do it in our underwear... that woke me up for sure. I really wasn’t to happy with the idea of getting undressed out in the open, on the deck, but Rose suggested we could do it from the dingy. I wasn’t so sure that was a good idea but at least we’d only be seen by people in the boat moored next to us if they were there, and looking. I took my shirt, shoes and socks off on the deck and climbed down into the dingy. Again, I had to hold it tight to the boat so Rose could sort of slide herself down and into it. Another great VPL. I was already a bit hard just from thinking about seeing her in her bra and panties and this sight made it worse. I took the seat at the stern and she sat in the middle, facing away from me. I heard her tell me to go first. I really didn’t have a choice. I slipped my khaki’s off and handed them to her and while she put them up in the bow I slipped over the transom and into the water. It really felt good and the coolness of it helped to ”deflate“ me. I was kind of bobbing in the water about 10 feet away as I watched Rose slip off her blouse. I couldn’t wait to see her panties as she slipped over the side. But she told me I couldn’t look. I told her I’d go underwater and she could do it then. I was hoping to time it so I was back up just as she hit the water. When I came up she was sitting on the rear seat with her legs over the transom. I couldn’t see her panties but I got a good look at her chest. For a girl her size it sure looked good. She motioned for me to go away or go back under water and that’s what I did. When I came up she was in the water and hanging off the transom. I swam up to her but didn’t touch her. I could see the white of her panties under the water and the ”hardness“ started all over again. She suggested that we swim around the boat. It looked huge from that view. There was a beautiful sailboat, about 30 feet in length, moored just a few boats away. Rose showed no interest in really swimming so I left her to go take a look at it. When I started back I saw her hanging on the side of the dingy. It was like she was in another world and not paying much attention to anything. I decided to surprise her and dove under the surface, swimming underwater right up to her. As I approached I could see the outline of her butt crack through her almost translucent panties. I popped to the surface right beside her, scaring her. To this day I don’t know why I didn’t grab her, at least around the waist, when I came up to her.
My guess is that we spent about 20 minutes in the water. Now the problem was to get back in the dingy without tipping it over. The easiest way was over the side but that was also the most dangerous. When Rose calmed down from the surprise of my sudden appearance I told her I would stabilize the dingy so she could pull herself up and in. In theory it was a good idea. It became readily apparent that she had little upper body strength as she couldn’t even pull herself up enough to get her waist up to the side. I convinced her that the best way was for me to try and boost her up at least far enough so that she could reach in the dingy and grab the seat so she could then pull herself all the way in. I remember putting my hands around her waist and feeling the soft material of her panties and realizing that I was ”growing“. That was the last thing I wanted her to know. I told her to pull herself up when I gave her the push upwards. When I did I ended up going underwater for a few seconds and when I came up I saw the most beautiful sight imaginable. She was half in and half out of the dingy with her legs flailing away as she tried pulling herself the rest of the way in. I thought her panties were translucent under water but this was unbelievable. Even with two layers of nylon material I could see everything. Even though I only got to see it for maybe 10 seconds it sure seemed longer. I decided to wait a minute or so before I tried to get in, hoping I would ”deflate“, but it wasn’t happening as I could see her nipples showing though her wet bra. She was sitting facing the bow and so I decided to do it the hard way and get in by climbing over the transom. As skinny as I was, it hurt my ribs but at least that helped my predicament... for a few seconds. As I sat down I was looking at the back of Rose and could clearly see her butt crack through her panties and I was big as ever.
Rose wanted to get back up on the boat which meant that I’d have to stand up. The last thing I wanted right then was for Rose to see me showing any sign of sexual interest in her. I had her reach up and grab the boat’s railing posts and as she did I slid in behind her, careful not to let my penis touch her. I held the dingy tight to the boat and told her to pull herself up all the while trying to keep my very obvious ”problem facing away from her. She was able to get part way up onto the deck and, in so doing, gave me another unbelievable “look”. I remember thinking that I’d never “deflate” at that rate.
Once on deck Rose retrieved a couple of towels from the cabinet that had held the deck chairs. I asked her to throw me one which I was able to drape around me to somewhat hide my obvious problem. By the time I got up on deck Rose was lying on her towel, face down. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her panties. She had her head turned away from where I was and I took advantage of that and bent down to inspect the waist elastic. I knew I’d seen the same style before but I couldn’t put a brand name to them. Rose had obviously taken a swig from the wine bottle because it was up by her head. I wanted to get the taste of the salt water out of my mouth so I took one too. I sat down in the chair and promptly fell asleep again.
To be continued...
I was wearing the clothes I expected to wear to the theater so told her that I wasn’t interested. She persisted and when she said that we could do it in our underwear... that woke me up for sure. I really wasn’t to happy with the idea of getting undressed out in the open, on the deck, but Rose suggested we could do it from the dingy. I wasn’t so sure that was a good idea but at least we’d only be seen by people in the boat moored next to us if they were there, and looking. I took my shirt, shoes and socks off on the deck and climbed down into the dingy. Again, I had to hold it tight to the boat so Rose could sort of slide herself down and into it. Another great VPL. I was already a bit hard just from thinking about seeing her in her bra and panties and this sight made it worse. I took the seat at the stern and she sat in the middle, facing away from me. I heard her tell me to go first. I really didn’t have a choice. I slipped my khaki’s off and handed them to her and while she put them up in the bow I slipped over the transom and into the water. It really felt good and the coolness of it helped to ”deflate“ me. I was kind of bobbing in the water about 10 feet away as I watched Rose slip off her blouse. I couldn’t wait to see her panties as she slipped over the side. But she told me I couldn’t look. I told her I’d go underwater and she could do it then. I was hoping to time it so I was back up just as she hit the water. When I came up she was sitting on the rear seat with her legs over the transom. I couldn’t see her panties but I got a good look at her chest. For a girl her size it sure looked good. She motioned for me to go away or go back under water and that’s what I did. When I came up she was in the water and hanging off the transom. I swam up to her but didn’t touch her. I could see the white of her panties under the water and the ”hardness“ started all over again. She suggested that we swim around the boat. It looked huge from that view. There was a beautiful sailboat, about 30 feet in length, moored just a few boats away. Rose showed no interest in really swimming so I left her to go take a look at it. When I started back I saw her hanging on the side of the dingy. It was like she was in another world and not paying much attention to anything. I decided to surprise her and dove under the surface, swimming underwater right up to her. As I approached I could see the outline of her butt crack through her almost translucent panties. I popped to the surface right beside her, scaring her. To this day I don’t know why I didn’t grab her, at least around the waist, when I came up to her.
My guess is that we spent about 20 minutes in the water. Now the problem was to get back in the dingy without tipping it over. The easiest way was over the side but that was also the most dangerous. When Rose calmed down from the surprise of my sudden appearance I told her I would stabilize the dingy so she could pull herself up and in. In theory it was a good idea. It became readily apparent that she had little upper body strength as she couldn’t even pull herself up enough to get her waist up to the side. I convinced her that the best way was for me to try and boost her up at least far enough so that she could reach in the dingy and grab the seat so she could then pull herself all the way in. I remember putting my hands around her waist and feeling the soft material of her panties and realizing that I was ”growing“. That was the last thing I wanted her to know. I told her to pull herself up when I gave her the push upwards. When I did I ended up going underwater for a few seconds and when I came up I saw the most beautiful sight imaginable. She was half in and half out of the dingy with her legs flailing away as she tried pulling herself the rest of the way in. I thought her panties were translucent under water but this was unbelievable. Even with two layers of nylon material I could see everything. Even though I only got to see it for maybe 10 seconds it sure seemed longer. I decided to wait a minute or so before I tried to get in, hoping I would ”deflate“, but it wasn’t happening as I could see her nipples showing though her wet bra. She was sitting facing the bow and so I decided to do it the hard way and get in by climbing over the transom. As skinny as I was, it hurt my ribs but at least that helped my predicament... for a few seconds. As I sat down I was looking at the back of Rose and could clearly see her butt crack through her panties and I was big as ever.
Rose wanted to get back up on the boat which meant that I’d have to stand up. The last thing I wanted right then was for Rose to see me showing any sign of sexual interest in her. I had her reach up and grab the boat’s railing posts and as she did I slid in behind her, careful not to let my penis touch her. I held the dingy tight to the boat and told her to pull herself up all the while trying to keep my very obvious ”problem facing away from her. She was able to get part way up onto the deck and, in so doing, gave me another unbelievable “look”. I remember thinking that I’d never “deflate” at that rate.
Once on deck Rose retrieved a couple of towels from the cabinet that had held the deck chairs. I asked her to throw me one which I was able to drape around me to somewhat hide my obvious problem. By the time I got up on deck Rose was lying on her towel, face down. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her panties. She had her head turned away from where I was and I took advantage of that and bent down to inspect the waist elastic. I knew I’d seen the same style before but I couldn’t put a brand name to them. Rose had obviously taken a swig from the wine bottle because it was up by her head. I wanted to get the taste of the salt water out of my mouth so I took one too. I sat down in the chair and promptly fell asleep again.
To be continued...
Friday, July 03, 2009
A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... some ripples (Part 45m)
The first five weeks of Summer school had flown by but the last week seemed to drag. One good thing was that the Economics instructor wanted to get a head start on his vacation so gave us the final exam on Wednesday. Rose was very good note taker so as we studied for the Drama final I felt very confident. The only drawback was the promise I’d made to Rose to go to see Inherit the Wind with her that Friday night after our final exam. Elle had fully recovered and I really wanted to spend that last night before going back to work with her. I was committed to returning to work that Saturday and this was messing that up. But, a promise is a promise and I really felt that my being paired with Rose for the course pretty much guaranteed that I got a good grade.
Rose preceeded me out of the exam room. She was waiting in the hall and I knew I’d done well. She could see the big smile on my face and she ran up to me a gave me a big hug. I should’ve been the one giving the hug. I'd loaded all my clothes and things from Van's house so all I had to do was follow her out to her house. We both had the tops down and, for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel any pressure.
It was just past noon when we got to her house. I was somewhat surprised that no one was there. Since we had about eight hours to kill until the play I wondered just what we’d do. Rose made up some things to eat and got a bottle of wine and we went out on the patio that looked out on the harbor. We couldn’t see it through the trees but it was nice just knowing it was there. I really can’t say why I drank any of the wine because I wasn’t a wine drinker... but I did. After a while she asked if I wanted to see the house. What could I say? As I said before, it wasn’t a mansion but it was big. There were four bedrooms with her parent’s master bedroom being huge. It was the first house I’d been in where there was a bathroom inside the bedroom. There were two bedrooms that faced out towards the East and the harbor. As Rose had told me, you could see a bit of the harbor from the small balconies. As I stood there trying to see the harbor I could feel the effect of the wine. The bedroom that belonged to Rose was still decorated as it had been when she was much younger. She didn’t seem to be embarrassed about it though.
Once back downstairs she asked if I wanted to go see the harbor. With nothing else to do I agreed. As we were leaving the house she grabbed another bottle of wine and I wondered what she intended to do with it. We walked down the hill from her house and reached a narrow winding road. It wasn’t far to the water from there. I saw a small house with a fairly short dock that protruded out into the harbor. There were about 20 dinghys on racks right next to it. When we reached it a young man came out of the house and asked Rose if she wanted the family dingy to be taken down. Rose looked at me and asked if I wanted to row out to her father’s boat. Again, there wasn’t anything else to do.
Rose was wearing a pair of pale yellow shorts with cuffs. The leg openings were fairly wide and, as we were settling into the boat I got a nice view up one of them. I rowed the boat and Rose sat on the rear seat. After getting the quick peek I hoped there would be more but it wasn’t to be. Her father’s boat was a Chris Craft about 35 feet in length. Back then, Chris Craft was among the elite of boat builders and I was impressed. It was moored almost in the middle of the harbor. As warm as it was rowing turned out to be work. I approached the boat from the stern. I had no idea what the name, ”Sogno“, meant. Rose laughed as she told me it meant ”Dream“ in Italian.
Getting on the boat from the dingy was going to be a little difficult, especially for Rose. I couldn’t do much to help her as I had to use both hands to hold the dingy close to the boat. She used a railing post to pull herself up on the deck. My face wasn’t more than inches away from her bottom as she ooched her way up. I think it was the closest VPL I’d ever seen. Once she was on deck I passed the bottle of wine to her and then pulled myself up. It was the biggest power boat I’d ever been on. Rose went to this cabinet that was attached to the cabin and took out two deck chairs and then went to the cabin door. I watched as she felt around in her pockets, obviously looking for the key. I heard her swear in Italian and then she gave me this hang dog look as she turned the palms of her hands up. At that point all I wanted was something, anything to drink. As I had mentioned, rowing out there in the hot sun was work. Even though I wasn’t a wine drinker, anything at that point was going to taste good.
We had no cups since Rose couldn’t get into the cabin so we drank right from the bottle. It was a sweet wine so it went down easily. There wasn’t much wind and I was perspiring just sitting in the sun. I moved my chair to the shade and within minutes I was asleep. The next thing I knew Rose was shaking me awake. I honestly didn’t know where I was. I remember Rose asking me if I wanted to go swimming. That... woke me up.
To be continued...
The first five weeks of Summer school had flown by but the last week seemed to drag. One good thing was that the Economics instructor wanted to get a head start on his vacation so gave us the final exam on Wednesday. Rose was very good note taker so as we studied for the Drama final I felt very confident. The only drawback was the promise I’d made to Rose to go to see Inherit the Wind with her that Friday night after our final exam. Elle had fully recovered and I really wanted to spend that last night before going back to work with her. I was committed to returning to work that Saturday and this was messing that up. But, a promise is a promise and I really felt that my being paired with Rose for the course pretty much guaranteed that I got a good grade.
Rose preceeded me out of the exam room. She was waiting in the hall and I knew I’d done well. She could see the big smile on my face and she ran up to me a gave me a big hug. I should’ve been the one giving the hug. I'd loaded all my clothes and things from Van's house so all I had to do was follow her out to her house. We both had the tops down and, for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel any pressure.
It was just past noon when we got to her house. I was somewhat surprised that no one was there. Since we had about eight hours to kill until the play I wondered just what we’d do. Rose made up some things to eat and got a bottle of wine and we went out on the patio that looked out on the harbor. We couldn’t see it through the trees but it was nice just knowing it was there. I really can’t say why I drank any of the wine because I wasn’t a wine drinker... but I did. After a while she asked if I wanted to see the house. What could I say? As I said before, it wasn’t a mansion but it was big. There were four bedrooms with her parent’s master bedroom being huge. It was the first house I’d been in where there was a bathroom inside the bedroom. There were two bedrooms that faced out towards the East and the harbor. As Rose had told me, you could see a bit of the harbor from the small balconies. As I stood there trying to see the harbor I could feel the effect of the wine. The bedroom that belonged to Rose was still decorated as it had been when she was much younger. She didn’t seem to be embarrassed about it though.
Once back downstairs she asked if I wanted to go see the harbor. With nothing else to do I agreed. As we were leaving the house she grabbed another bottle of wine and I wondered what she intended to do with it. We walked down the hill from her house and reached a narrow winding road. It wasn’t far to the water from there. I saw a small house with a fairly short dock that protruded out into the harbor. There were about 20 dinghys on racks right next to it. When we reached it a young man came out of the house and asked Rose if she wanted the family dingy to be taken down. Rose looked at me and asked if I wanted to row out to her father’s boat. Again, there wasn’t anything else to do.
Rose was wearing a pair of pale yellow shorts with cuffs. The leg openings were fairly wide and, as we were settling into the boat I got a nice view up one of them. I rowed the boat and Rose sat on the rear seat. After getting the quick peek I hoped there would be more but it wasn’t to be. Her father’s boat was a Chris Craft about 35 feet in length. Back then, Chris Craft was among the elite of boat builders and I was impressed. It was moored almost in the middle of the harbor. As warm as it was rowing turned out to be work. I approached the boat from the stern. I had no idea what the name, ”Sogno“, meant. Rose laughed as she told me it meant ”Dream“ in Italian.
Getting on the boat from the dingy was going to be a little difficult, especially for Rose. I couldn’t do much to help her as I had to use both hands to hold the dingy close to the boat. She used a railing post to pull herself up on the deck. My face wasn’t more than inches away from her bottom as she ooched her way up. I think it was the closest VPL I’d ever seen. Once she was on deck I passed the bottle of wine to her and then pulled myself up. It was the biggest power boat I’d ever been on. Rose went to this cabinet that was attached to the cabin and took out two deck chairs and then went to the cabin door. I watched as she felt around in her pockets, obviously looking for the key. I heard her swear in Italian and then she gave me this hang dog look as she turned the palms of her hands up. At that point all I wanted was something, anything to drink. As I had mentioned, rowing out there in the hot sun was work. Even though I wasn’t a wine drinker, anything at that point was going to taste good.
We had no cups since Rose couldn’t get into the cabin so we drank right from the bottle. It was a sweet wine so it went down easily. There wasn’t much wind and I was perspiring just sitting in the sun. I moved my chair to the shade and within minutes I was asleep. The next thing I knew Rose was shaking me awake. I honestly didn’t know where I was. I remember Rose asking me if I wanted to go swimming. That... woke me up.
To be continued...
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