SUMMER FUN... July (Part 71g)
By the time the race was over it was raining so hard that we couldn’t see the bouys that marked the race course so they canceled the second race. Even though it was July the temperature was probably only 70 degrees and with the wind and rain it felt a lot colder so neither of us was complaining. Frank had heard about my new sails and wanted to see them in action. I told him that I’d sailed with them the day before and was a bit concerned about how they looked. He offered to go out for a sail with me the following Saturday. I really appreciated the offer but Saturdays, in the Summer, were incredibly busy for me but, I said OK. I knew Elle would have something (negative) to say about it though.
I avoided mentioning it to her until I heard her plans for the weekend. Saturday night was the first party for the sailing group. Elle had participated the previous Summer even though she really didn’t like some of the other women. When I broached the subject of sailing with Frank on Saturday afternoon and saw her reaction (negative) I quickly offered up that we didn’t have to go to the party that night. It was enough to take the pressure off me.
Frank was waiting for me and told me he only had a little time, maybe an hour, so was anxious to get started. As soon as I raised the sails he noticed something that I had overlooked. I’m not going to go into the details but it had to do with the point where you trim the jib (small sail in the front of a sailboat. He told me that he had something that could correct it but he didn’t have time to go home and get it. We still went for a sail and, by using his hands to position the sail properly I could immediately see a difference.
Back at shore we needed to find another male to help lift the boat out. Frank held it while I ran up towards the clubhouse to see who might be available to help. As I approached the stairs to the porch I saw something that made me stop in my tracks. It was a female wearing what appeared to be a tennis skirt at just about the top step. With the wind blowing at around 12 mph or so a puff of air got under the hem and flipped the skirt up enough for me to get an ever so short peek at panties under it. The woman walked into the clubhouse as I reached the bottom step and I cursed at myself for stopping, even if it was for only a few seconds. When I reached the porch the woman had turned around and was walking out. It was Cat, the woman I’d taken out for a sail a week prior.
I asked why she was there and she quickly told me that she’d signed her son up for lessons and that he’d made some friends with whom he was playing with at the club. She added that she was concerned as she didn’t see him. She told me that it was nice to see me again but then ran down the stairs towards the parking lot. As she did I could see her skirt bouncing up and down giving split second peeks of her panties. I could see her run to a new Chevy convertible and then this rather large man got out. I hadn’t seen any other able bodied males to help Frank and I to lift my boat and, in seeing him, headed that way hoping to enlist his help. At almost the same time I got to the car this young boy came running up. It was Cat’s son and I could see that she was relieved to see him.
Before I could ask the man for his help, Cat introduced me to him as her husband. She explained to him that I was the one who had given her a chance to sail again. He grabbed my hand and said ”Thanks a lot. Now I’m gonna have to buy a sailboat“. I couldn’t tell from his face if he was kidding or not. Seeing the look on my face he told me that he’d ”forgive me“ if I showed him my boat.
As we approached I could see Frank was impatient to get going. I explained to Cat’s husband... I think his name was Bret... that I needed his help to get the boat onto the trailer. He looked at it and asked if there was any chance that I could take him for a sail before we did that. That completely floored me. Before I could open my mouth Frank said he had to leave and walked away. That didn’t leave me with much of a choice so I said OK and hoped that I could find somebody else to help when we returned.
Bret, like Cat, was dressed in tennis whites. My guess is that he probably weighed 225 pounds and when he sat on he deck to get in the boat it almost turned over. He slid off and into the water causing Cat to laugh hysterically at him. Within a few seconds he grabbed her and carried her out into deeper water. I couldn’t have orchestrated the scene better because when he picked her up her butt cheeks were facing me and I had this glorious view of her panties... and there were two of them. The top pair were the ”frilly“ type with lace sewn horizontally across the back. The way he had picked her up they had slid up so that I could see at least two inches of the pale pink panties that she was wearing under them on each butt cheek. She was screaming for him to put her down and he did just that... dropping her straight into the water. He was in above his waist and when she bobbed up she was up to her breasts. The material of her top was very opaque so I really didn’t get to see much in that area but I was certainly hoping to see more of the other end.
To be continued...
Friday, April 29, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
SUMMER FUN... July (Part 71f)
SAILING: As I’d mentioned, I’d ordered new sails and used the money I made working with Jay at the barrier beach to buy them. They arrived on the Friday after the 4th of July and, like most people with a new “toy” I wanted to try them out. The only time I could do that before the Sunday regular races was on Saturday. Elle wasn’t interested as the kids had a birthday party to go to plus she’d planned on doing the wash. She also reminded me of all the things that needed doing around the trailer and the yard. I wasn’t in her good graces as I drove off with the new sails.
There were always people around the sailing club on the weekends. There were a couple of other “regulars“ who were going to do some practicing. My new sails got some attention because they were the first ones made by a noted sailmaker who was now in business for himself. There were three of us who planned to sail but only two people with racing experience willing to act as crew. I walked down the beach asking if anyone wanted to go for a sail. The majority of them were children with their mother’s acting as babysitters. One mother that I didn’t know jumped up and said that if she could get someone to watch her child she’d like to give it a try. I pointed out my boat anchored in the water and went back to wait for her. When she finally approached I took notice that she was fairly attractive with a nice figure. She had on a one piece bathing suit that showed that really showed her figure. I asked if she knew anything about sailing and she smiled back and said that as a teen she’d raced these same type boats on the New Jersey shore. I didn’t dare ask how long ago that had been but guessed that she was in her early 30’s. I held the boat as she sat on the deck and then flipped her legs up and over it. As she did I saw something that caught my attention and that was a little white showing from under the elastic of her suit bottom. Elle, very often, did that, but I knew why. I was curious as to why she did.
She said her name was Catherine but that everybody called her ”Cat“. It didn’t take long for her to get accustomed to the boat and to become comfortable with it and me. She said she was spending the month at her in-laws Summer bungalow and had heard there was sailing club nearby. I think she said her son was eight and she was anxious to get him introduced to sailing but didn’t know how to go about it. I told her I’d introduce her to the people who could help her. By that time I had a friend.
The new sails were quite different from the old ones. I didn’t know if I liked them or not but knew I wouldn’t find out until I raced with them. I tried to judge how they performed by how I did compared to the other two boats in short bursts. The wind was fluky so that wasn’t a real test. When we finally came ashore I had Cat jump over when we were in shallow water to hold the boat so I could let the sails down. I didn’t pay much attention to her until they were almost down. She was in water that was about knee deep. All of a sudden she dipped her butt into the water and stayed like that for about 15 to 20 seconds. When she caught me looking at her she, laughingly, said that I wasn’t supposed to see that. It was a good thing my groin was buried in the sails at that moment.
Sunday turned out to be a mess. When I looked out the window of the trailer and saw the rain and wind from the East I actually hoped that the races would be called off. Elle was a ”fair weather sailor“ and looked for ways to get out of crewing on days like that. Right from the time she saw the conditions she warned me that she wasn’t going to sail. All the way to the sailing club I was wondering if there was any chance that Cat might show up. I’d introduced her to the lady who was in charge of lessons who, in turn, suggested that she show up on Sunday to get an application to join the club.
I’d failed to get her last name or to find out just where her in-laws bungalow was located so all I could do was hope that, in spite of the weather, she’d show up. There were over a dozen boats on the beach getting ready to race and I wasn’t the only one looking for a crew. Elle wasn’t the only one who didn’t like cold, windy, rainy race days. I waited on the porch of the clubhouse hoping to see her but the reality of the situation told me that even if she did show up she wouldn’t be prepared to sail, let alone race. As I peered out into the parking lot I did see Willy, my crew from the previous weekend headed my way. I ran out to ask him but he’d already committed to sailing with somebody else. I let the boat stay on the trailer, resigned to not racing. As I watched the other boats sail off to the starting line I saw one boat still by the shore. I walked down and saw it was Frank. When he saw me and saw my boat still on the trailer he asked if I’d sail with him. I figured it was better than standing around watching so said I would. He didn’t offer up why his wife, Ronnie, wasn’t sailing with him and I didn’t ask.
The club championship was made up of twelve scheduled races. If all were sailed then each competitor could drop the two worst finishes. If less than the twelve were sailed, only one race could be dropped. As Frank and I headed for the start I figured that I’d be able to use the two races that I’d be missing as my ”drops“. Frank was one of the better racers in our club so I looked at the situation as an opportunity to learn some things. The two of us, together, probably weighed 50 or so pounds over what everybody looked at as the perfect weight for skipper and crew. With the wind blowing 15 to 18 mph that extra weight was an advantage and we ended up winning the first race. Skipper or crew, it’s always nice to win.
To be continued...
SAILING: As I’d mentioned, I’d ordered new sails and used the money I made working with Jay at the barrier beach to buy them. They arrived on the Friday after the 4th of July and, like most people with a new “toy” I wanted to try them out. The only time I could do that before the Sunday regular races was on Saturday. Elle wasn’t interested as the kids had a birthday party to go to plus she’d planned on doing the wash. She also reminded me of all the things that needed doing around the trailer and the yard. I wasn’t in her good graces as I drove off with the new sails.
There were always people around the sailing club on the weekends. There were a couple of other “regulars“ who were going to do some practicing. My new sails got some attention because they were the first ones made by a noted sailmaker who was now in business for himself. There were three of us who planned to sail but only two people with racing experience willing to act as crew. I walked down the beach asking if anyone wanted to go for a sail. The majority of them were children with their mother’s acting as babysitters. One mother that I didn’t know jumped up and said that if she could get someone to watch her child she’d like to give it a try. I pointed out my boat anchored in the water and went back to wait for her. When she finally approached I took notice that she was fairly attractive with a nice figure. She had on a one piece bathing suit that showed that really showed her figure. I asked if she knew anything about sailing and she smiled back and said that as a teen she’d raced these same type boats on the New Jersey shore. I didn’t dare ask how long ago that had been but guessed that she was in her early 30’s. I held the boat as she sat on the deck and then flipped her legs up and over it. As she did I saw something that caught my attention and that was a little white showing from under the elastic of her suit bottom. Elle, very often, did that, but I knew why. I was curious as to why she did.
She said her name was Catherine but that everybody called her ”Cat“. It didn’t take long for her to get accustomed to the boat and to become comfortable with it and me. She said she was spending the month at her in-laws Summer bungalow and had heard there was sailing club nearby. I think she said her son was eight and she was anxious to get him introduced to sailing but didn’t know how to go about it. I told her I’d introduce her to the people who could help her. By that time I had a friend.
The new sails were quite different from the old ones. I didn’t know if I liked them or not but knew I wouldn’t find out until I raced with them. I tried to judge how they performed by how I did compared to the other two boats in short bursts. The wind was fluky so that wasn’t a real test. When we finally came ashore I had Cat jump over when we were in shallow water to hold the boat so I could let the sails down. I didn’t pay much attention to her until they were almost down. She was in water that was about knee deep. All of a sudden she dipped her butt into the water and stayed like that for about 15 to 20 seconds. When she caught me looking at her she, laughingly, said that I wasn’t supposed to see that. It was a good thing my groin was buried in the sails at that moment.
Sunday turned out to be a mess. When I looked out the window of the trailer and saw the rain and wind from the East I actually hoped that the races would be called off. Elle was a ”fair weather sailor“ and looked for ways to get out of crewing on days like that. Right from the time she saw the conditions she warned me that she wasn’t going to sail. All the way to the sailing club I was wondering if there was any chance that Cat might show up. I’d introduced her to the lady who was in charge of lessons who, in turn, suggested that she show up on Sunday to get an application to join the club.
I’d failed to get her last name or to find out just where her in-laws bungalow was located so all I could do was hope that, in spite of the weather, she’d show up. There were over a dozen boats on the beach getting ready to race and I wasn’t the only one looking for a crew. Elle wasn’t the only one who didn’t like cold, windy, rainy race days. I waited on the porch of the clubhouse hoping to see her but the reality of the situation told me that even if she did show up she wouldn’t be prepared to sail, let alone race. As I peered out into the parking lot I did see Willy, my crew from the previous weekend headed my way. I ran out to ask him but he’d already committed to sailing with somebody else. I let the boat stay on the trailer, resigned to not racing. As I watched the other boats sail off to the starting line I saw one boat still by the shore. I walked down and saw it was Frank. When he saw me and saw my boat still on the trailer he asked if I’d sail with him. I figured it was better than standing around watching so said I would. He didn’t offer up why his wife, Ronnie, wasn’t sailing with him and I didn’t ask.
The club championship was made up of twelve scheduled races. If all were sailed then each competitor could drop the two worst finishes. If less than the twelve were sailed, only one race could be dropped. As Frank and I headed for the start I figured that I’d be able to use the two races that I’d be missing as my ”drops“. Frank was one of the better racers in our club so I looked at the situation as an opportunity to learn some things. The two of us, together, probably weighed 50 or so pounds over what everybody looked at as the perfect weight for skipper and crew. With the wind blowing 15 to 18 mph that extra weight was an advantage and we ended up winning the first race. Skipper or crew, it’s always nice to win.
To be continued...
Monday, April 25, 2011
SUMMER FUN... July (Part 71e)
TENNIS: The only thing that made me even want to go to the Country Club for our tennis date with Buddy and Carol on the 4th of July was to see just what she was going to wear. The outfit that she had loaned Elle was so short that I wondered if she had another just like it. Because I’d worked so late on the payroll Tuesday night Elle let me sleep in a bit. She already had the tennis dress on as I walked into the living room and was putting shoes on Anne, our youngest child, and was bending over to do it. I got quite a view! The only thing wrong was that she had on a pair of her tried and true, well stained, heavy cotton panties. The dress was so white and the panties so dingy that they stood out even more than they would’ve with just her butt cheeks peeking out from under the hem. It was OK for in the trailer but to be out in public even I wasn’t too happy about the prospect of that. I didn’t want to make my observation alarm her to the point of not wearing the dress so I asked if she was going to change her panties. Still working on the youngsters shoes she turned to me and said that she’d almost forgotten about that. Then she asked me to go find a pair of ”nice“ panties with lace around the legs.
Panties were never a big thing with her. The Carter’s, heavy ribbed cotton, band leg ”Spanky Pants“ were just fine with her. With her ”problem“ she’d become conditioned to wearing one or two of them and when she wore anything else it was to please me. She had one whole drawer full of panties. Almost two thirds of it held her cotton panties. If I were to guess there were probably 20 or more. The next row over held her plain nylon panties with the Plymouth nylon satin ones always on the top. Because she didn’t want to ”ruin“ her nice panties (ones with appliques and lace) by wetting them she relegated them to the rear. By then I’m guessing there were at least six pair.
As I walked back to go find a pair she called out to me that Alice had suggested they would be acceptable to wear since she didn’t have a pair of ”frillies“. I had no idea of what she meant by ”frillies. I wondered if that was all she was going to wear. I distinctly remember picking out the Gotham Gold Stripe panties that I’d posted a picture of quite a while earlier in the blog. I’d gotten her two pair and, other than to try them on, she’d never really worn them. Back in the living room she proceeded to just slip them on over the cotton panties she was wearing. I didn’t say anything but waited to see just what the view might be. When she bent over to put Anne on the floor I got a quick peek. As I said before I didn’t want to say anything that might get her to thinking she was exposing too much. Of course I knew what I was looking for so I could see the crotch line of the cotton panties but kept my mouth shut.
We were supposed to meet Buddy and Carol a little before 10am. I thought we left the trailer in plenty of time to drop the kids off with Elle’s mother but, for some reason, we ended up being a little late. Buddy and Carol were already on the court and as we approached I was pleased to see Carol wearing a short skirt. I was also pleased to see that Buddy wasn’t doing all that well with hitting the ball. Once we were on the court it only took me a minute or so to be intimidated by the the two guys on the court next to us. POW.... POW... POW... The ball kept flying back and forth over the net and they were running from side to side, back and forth. In comparison, Buddy and I were playing pity pat, just tapping the ball and hoping that it went over the net. It also didn’t take long to see that Carol had played tennis before. Elle, because of the help that Alice had given her, wasn’t all that bad. It was painfully obvious that Buddy and I didn’t belong out there and after about 15 or 20 minutes I motioned for Buddy to come to the net. I suggested that we just let the women play and I could see relief on his face. There were some Adirondack chairs on the grass just outside the courts and we sat there and watched the women.
The first thing I looked for was to see just how much I could see under Carol’s skirt... and it wasn’t much. She was wearing a pleated skirt and she wore a blouse for the top. Elle’s outfit was a dress and when she bent over or reached to get a ball the hem of the dress would ride up exposing her panties. With Carol’s outfit she could do either without exposing all that much. What little I did see gave me the answer as to just what “frillies” were. There were a few rows of lace sewn across the back of the panties. I was a bit disappointed, to say the least.
Buddy and I talked mostly about sailing while waiting for the women to finish up. However, I kept trying to see if the two guys on the far court were still killing the ball... and they were. I knew it would be a cold day in hell for me to play like that. All of a sudden Elle rushed off the court and headed for the clubhouse. I knew what that meant. Both Buddy and Carol were familiar with Elle’s situation as it had been her father that had done the procedure on Elle a few years earlier. I did a quick calculation of time since Elle had last used the toilet and it had been just as we left the trailer at 9am. It was now about 10:45am. As Carol approached I heard her say that she hoped Elle could make it.
It was just about 11am when she returned. The next players for the courts had arrived and I was closely watching the three women as they went through their tennis gear, all bending from the waist. One “frilly” and two that were wearing what looked like regular panties but were like Elle’s, with lace around the legs. On one, the younger of the three, I got a really good look. I’m surprised that Elle didn’t catch me as she was coming from a direction that gave her a good perspective.
No one said anything about weather she’d “made it” or not. Knowing her as well as I did and, adding to that, the time it took for her to return I pretty much knew the answer. Buddy insisted that we stop by the patio area and to have an iced tea with them before we left. I could see that Elle didn’t want to but I did. Dutifully, she sat on the mesh chairs that were the staple for the area. I caught a couple of “looks” that told me that she was unhappy so we didn’t stay all that long. When we left Carol was calling out that we had to do it again. In my mind that was fine if what I was going to be doing was to look at the ladies (and their panties) and not attempting to play at tennis.
To be continued...
TENNIS: The only thing that made me even want to go to the Country Club for our tennis date with Buddy and Carol on the 4th of July was to see just what she was going to wear. The outfit that she had loaned Elle was so short that I wondered if she had another just like it. Because I’d worked so late on the payroll Tuesday night Elle let me sleep in a bit. She already had the tennis dress on as I walked into the living room and was putting shoes on Anne, our youngest child, and was bending over to do it. I got quite a view! The only thing wrong was that she had on a pair of her tried and true, well stained, heavy cotton panties. The dress was so white and the panties so dingy that they stood out even more than they would’ve with just her butt cheeks peeking out from under the hem. It was OK for in the trailer but to be out in public even I wasn’t too happy about the prospect of that. I didn’t want to make my observation alarm her to the point of not wearing the dress so I asked if she was going to change her panties. Still working on the youngsters shoes she turned to me and said that she’d almost forgotten about that. Then she asked me to go find a pair of ”nice“ panties with lace around the legs.
Panties were never a big thing with her. The Carter’s, heavy ribbed cotton, band leg ”Spanky Pants“ were just fine with her. With her ”problem“ she’d become conditioned to wearing one or two of them and when she wore anything else it was to please me. She had one whole drawer full of panties. Almost two thirds of it held her cotton panties. If I were to guess there were probably 20 or more. The next row over held her plain nylon panties with the Plymouth nylon satin ones always on the top. Because she didn’t want to ”ruin“ her nice panties (ones with appliques and lace) by wetting them she relegated them to the rear. By then I’m guessing there were at least six pair.
As I walked back to go find a pair she called out to me that Alice had suggested they would be acceptable to wear since she didn’t have a pair of ”frillies“. I had no idea of what she meant by ”frillies. I wondered if that was all she was going to wear. I distinctly remember picking out the Gotham Gold Stripe panties that I’d posted a picture of quite a while earlier in the blog. I’d gotten her two pair and, other than to try them on, she’d never really worn them. Back in the living room she proceeded to just slip them on over the cotton panties she was wearing. I didn’t say anything but waited to see just what the view might be. When she bent over to put Anne on the floor I got a quick peek. As I said before I didn’t want to say anything that might get her to thinking she was exposing too much. Of course I knew what I was looking for so I could see the crotch line of the cotton panties but kept my mouth shut.
We were supposed to meet Buddy and Carol a little before 10am. I thought we left the trailer in plenty of time to drop the kids off with Elle’s mother but, for some reason, we ended up being a little late. Buddy and Carol were already on the court and as we approached I was pleased to see Carol wearing a short skirt. I was also pleased to see that Buddy wasn’t doing all that well with hitting the ball. Once we were on the court it only took me a minute or so to be intimidated by the the two guys on the court next to us. POW.... POW... POW... The ball kept flying back and forth over the net and they were running from side to side, back and forth. In comparison, Buddy and I were playing pity pat, just tapping the ball and hoping that it went over the net. It also didn’t take long to see that Carol had played tennis before. Elle, because of the help that Alice had given her, wasn’t all that bad. It was painfully obvious that Buddy and I didn’t belong out there and after about 15 or 20 minutes I motioned for Buddy to come to the net. I suggested that we just let the women play and I could see relief on his face. There were some Adirondack chairs on the grass just outside the courts and we sat there and watched the women.
The first thing I looked for was to see just how much I could see under Carol’s skirt... and it wasn’t much. She was wearing a pleated skirt and she wore a blouse for the top. Elle’s outfit was a dress and when she bent over or reached to get a ball the hem of the dress would ride up exposing her panties. With Carol’s outfit she could do either without exposing all that much. What little I did see gave me the answer as to just what “frillies” were. There were a few rows of lace sewn across the back of the panties. I was a bit disappointed, to say the least.
Buddy and I talked mostly about sailing while waiting for the women to finish up. However, I kept trying to see if the two guys on the far court were still killing the ball... and they were. I knew it would be a cold day in hell for me to play like that. All of a sudden Elle rushed off the court and headed for the clubhouse. I knew what that meant. Both Buddy and Carol were familiar with Elle’s situation as it had been her father that had done the procedure on Elle a few years earlier. I did a quick calculation of time since Elle had last used the toilet and it had been just as we left the trailer at 9am. It was now about 10:45am. As Carol approached I heard her say that she hoped Elle could make it.
It was just about 11am when she returned. The next players for the courts had arrived and I was closely watching the three women as they went through their tennis gear, all bending from the waist. One “frilly” and two that were wearing what looked like regular panties but were like Elle’s, with lace around the legs. On one, the younger of the three, I got a really good look. I’m surprised that Elle didn’t catch me as she was coming from a direction that gave her a good perspective.
No one said anything about weather she’d “made it” or not. Knowing her as well as I did and, adding to that, the time it took for her to return I pretty much knew the answer. Buddy insisted that we stop by the patio area and to have an iced tea with them before we left. I could see that Elle didn’t want to but I did. Dutifully, she sat on the mesh chairs that were the staple for the area. I caught a couple of “looks” that told me that she was unhappy so we didn’t stay all that long. When we left Carol was calling out that we had to do it again. In my mind that was fine if what I was going to be doing was to look at the ladies (and their panties) and not attempting to play at tennis.
To be continued...
Saturday, April 23, 2011
SUMMER FUN... July (Part 71d)
By that time Jo and I had learned not to wear good clothes to work. We wanted to look “presentable” but working around machinery that used lubricants it was inevitable that you’d get some grease on your hands and clothes. I’d found some charcoal gray chino’s that seemed to “pass muster”. Jo seemed to rotate black, gray and navy blue skirts. With the warm weather she’d started wearing printed, mostly sleeveless, blouses that coordinated with the skirt she was wearing. Jay was the first to wade in. He’d rolled his pants up to almost his knees and after just a few steps found the sand on the bottom was very unstable and as Jo and I watched as he was quickly in about mid thigh. Jo was laughing hysterically at him as he tried to jump his way over to the “island”. By the time he got there he was wet almost to his waist. I made note that he was able to salvage his wallet from getting wet.
Once there he started taunting us to join him. I looked at Jo and she was looking kind of sheepish as she stepped to the water’s edge. At 5’ 4“ tall she was a foot shorter than Jay and if he got as wet as he did I knew that Jo didn’t have a chance. Three steps in and Jo had her skirt up under her arms. I was in heaven and my bulge was almost instantaneous. Then she decided to change her mind but the softness of the sand under her feet did her in. I watched as she fell over into the water right in front of me. When she came up I could see she was in a bit of a panic and I rushed in to help her out. It was now Jay’s turn to laugh.
There was nothing dry on or about Jo. But it only took a few seconds for Jo’s personality to reappear as she made a ”so what“ type of face. Jay was still calling for us to join him. I’d gotten wet almost to my crotch in helping Jo out of the water. At that point I was ready to get wet. The water was very warm but it did feel cooler than the air. As I started taking my wallet out of my pocket I saw Jo stepping out of her skirt. She caught me watching her and gave another ”so what’ look at me. As she unbuttoned her blouse she said something along the lines of “you’re not seeing anything you don’t see every day” and then sprinted into the water, swimming the eight to ten or so feet out to Jay. I took my time getting my shirt off hoping that my bulge would go down. When it didn’t I decided to go in with my pants on hoping that they would help hide the obvious.
It wasn’t that Jo was happy about the situation but she wanted to make the best of it. She spent most of the time in the water so I really didn’t get to see much after she left the shore. A couple of glimpses of white under the water was the best I could do. We probably stayed there, all three of us, bobbing in the water up to our necks, for a half hour. Jo and Jay did get together for a bit and I wondered about his “bulge” and how he handled it though. When we decided to go back ashore Jay played the role of the perfect gentleman and brought Jo’s clothes out into the water so she could get dressed without exposing herself. I wasn’t happy about that but was thankful I’d had about 30 seconds of a pure panty peek plus another 10 or so seconds of her in her bra as well.
We waited for probably another half hour before heading back. We were all still damp and it helped to keep us a bit cooler, especially with the wind blowing through the open windows of Jay’s truck. When we got back to the County Center the parking lot had probably less than a dozen cars in it. I was home by 3 pm and it did take a little explaining to Elle why my pants were in the condition they were in.
We were back at work the next morning only to find that it would be at least another eight to ten hours until the building would have full power. On top of that was the question of how long it would take to cool it back down. We stayed around long enough to see the official notification that the Center was closed for the day. I remember Jay, laughingly, asking if I wanted to go back to the barrier beach. The “fall out” of our time off was having to work until after midnight to get the payroll completed. Even with that not everyone got paid on time.
Five o'clock on Friday afternoons was always a "disaster". There was only one road in and out of the Center and it merged into one of only two highways that led to the vacation areas. With so many people from the city wanting to get to their Summer homes combined with all the Center employees headed home, trying to get around the traffic circle created a major traffic jam. I’d learned to wait for about a half hour before leaving. It was worth it not to have to sit in a hot car for 20 or so minutes just to go a little over two miles. I’m not sure which Friday it was (that’s why I’m writing this in a ”subjects“ rather than ”time line“ format.) but I’d gone to the new DP area and was moving boxes around to kill the time. I noticed that the back door to the Purchasing department was open but there were no lights on. It was well after 5 pm and all doors should’ve been closed and locked. I walked across the hall and looked inside. To my right, standing next to a desk, was Rena. At the moment I saw her she was stepping out of her skirt. She didn’t see me and I didn’t say anything. I just stood there staring. I started to back out as she unbuttoned her blouse and was just about out of the doorway when she saw me. I immediately started blushing and could feel the heat of embarrassment overwhelm me. I was just into the hall when she called out to me. I stopped, thinking I was going to get a piece of her mind. I didn’t move and then, there she was in a slip and bra, in the doorway. My feelings at that moment were a combination of embarrassment, shock, and excitement. As soon as she saw me she waved me back inside. I know I stood there for quite a while (maybe 20 or so seconds) and didn’t move until she asked why I was still standing there. I walked in and watched as she walked back to where I’d first seen her. It was as if I wasn’t there at all as she then took a dress that soon became obvious to me as a uniform and slipped it on. Then she asked me to button up the back. It was somewhat surreal and I remember my hands and fingers shaking as I tried to get the buttons to slip though the holes.
As I made the attempt to get all the buttons done she explained that she worked as a waitress on Friday and Saturday nights. She, like me, had found it was just frustrating to try and leave at 5 pm on Fridays. That finally gave me an excuse to open my mouth and all I did was to apologize for stepping in on her. That was met with a laugh and as she did she put both her hands on my shoulder and said that it was ”OK“. That was something else that embarrassed me. After a bit of ”small talk“ we both walked out of the office with me returning to the new DP area. I can tell you that I didn’t get much accomplished and left soon after.
To be continued...
By that time Jo and I had learned not to wear good clothes to work. We wanted to look “presentable” but working around machinery that used lubricants it was inevitable that you’d get some grease on your hands and clothes. I’d found some charcoal gray chino’s that seemed to “pass muster”. Jo seemed to rotate black, gray and navy blue skirts. With the warm weather she’d started wearing printed, mostly sleeveless, blouses that coordinated with the skirt she was wearing. Jay was the first to wade in. He’d rolled his pants up to almost his knees and after just a few steps found the sand on the bottom was very unstable and as Jo and I watched as he was quickly in about mid thigh. Jo was laughing hysterically at him as he tried to jump his way over to the “island”. By the time he got there he was wet almost to his waist. I made note that he was able to salvage his wallet from getting wet.
Once there he started taunting us to join him. I looked at Jo and she was looking kind of sheepish as she stepped to the water’s edge. At 5’ 4“ tall she was a foot shorter than Jay and if he got as wet as he did I knew that Jo didn’t have a chance. Three steps in and Jo had her skirt up under her arms. I was in heaven and my bulge was almost instantaneous. Then she decided to change her mind but the softness of the sand under her feet did her in. I watched as she fell over into the water right in front of me. When she came up I could see she was in a bit of a panic and I rushed in to help her out. It was now Jay’s turn to laugh.
There was nothing dry on or about Jo. But it only took a few seconds for Jo’s personality to reappear as she made a ”so what“ type of face. Jay was still calling for us to join him. I’d gotten wet almost to my crotch in helping Jo out of the water. At that point I was ready to get wet. The water was very warm but it did feel cooler than the air. As I started taking my wallet out of my pocket I saw Jo stepping out of her skirt. She caught me watching her and gave another ”so what’ look at me. As she unbuttoned her blouse she said something along the lines of “you’re not seeing anything you don’t see every day” and then sprinted into the water, swimming the eight to ten or so feet out to Jay. I took my time getting my shirt off hoping that my bulge would go down. When it didn’t I decided to go in with my pants on hoping that they would help hide the obvious.
It wasn’t that Jo was happy about the situation but she wanted to make the best of it. She spent most of the time in the water so I really didn’t get to see much after she left the shore. A couple of glimpses of white under the water was the best I could do. We probably stayed there, all three of us, bobbing in the water up to our necks, for a half hour. Jo and Jay did get together for a bit and I wondered about his “bulge” and how he handled it though. When we decided to go back ashore Jay played the role of the perfect gentleman and brought Jo’s clothes out into the water so she could get dressed without exposing herself. I wasn’t happy about that but was thankful I’d had about 30 seconds of a pure panty peek plus another 10 or so seconds of her in her bra as well.
We waited for probably another half hour before heading back. We were all still damp and it helped to keep us a bit cooler, especially with the wind blowing through the open windows of Jay’s truck. When we got back to the County Center the parking lot had probably less than a dozen cars in it. I was home by 3 pm and it did take a little explaining to Elle why my pants were in the condition they were in.
We were back at work the next morning only to find that it would be at least another eight to ten hours until the building would have full power. On top of that was the question of how long it would take to cool it back down. We stayed around long enough to see the official notification that the Center was closed for the day. I remember Jay, laughingly, asking if I wanted to go back to the barrier beach. The “fall out” of our time off was having to work until after midnight to get the payroll completed. Even with that not everyone got paid on time.
Five o'clock on Friday afternoons was always a "disaster". There was only one road in and out of the Center and it merged into one of only two highways that led to the vacation areas. With so many people from the city wanting to get to their Summer homes combined with all the Center employees headed home, trying to get around the traffic circle created a major traffic jam. I’d learned to wait for about a half hour before leaving. It was worth it not to have to sit in a hot car for 20 or so minutes just to go a little over two miles. I’m not sure which Friday it was (that’s why I’m writing this in a ”subjects“ rather than ”time line“ format.) but I’d gone to the new DP area and was moving boxes around to kill the time. I noticed that the back door to the Purchasing department was open but there were no lights on. It was well after 5 pm and all doors should’ve been closed and locked. I walked across the hall and looked inside. To my right, standing next to a desk, was Rena. At the moment I saw her she was stepping out of her skirt. She didn’t see me and I didn’t say anything. I just stood there staring. I started to back out as she unbuttoned her blouse and was just about out of the doorway when she saw me. I immediately started blushing and could feel the heat of embarrassment overwhelm me. I was just into the hall when she called out to me. I stopped, thinking I was going to get a piece of her mind. I didn’t move and then, there she was in a slip and bra, in the doorway. My feelings at that moment were a combination of embarrassment, shock, and excitement. As soon as she saw me she waved me back inside. I know I stood there for quite a while (maybe 20 or so seconds) and didn’t move until she asked why I was still standing there. I walked in and watched as she walked back to where I’d first seen her. It was as if I wasn’t there at all as she then took a dress that soon became obvious to me as a uniform and slipped it on. Then she asked me to button up the back. It was somewhat surreal and I remember my hands and fingers shaking as I tried to get the buttons to slip though the holes.
As I made the attempt to get all the buttons done she explained that she worked as a waitress on Friday and Saturday nights. She, like me, had found it was just frustrating to try and leave at 5 pm on Fridays. That finally gave me an excuse to open my mouth and all I did was to apologize for stepping in on her. That was met with a laugh and as she did she put both her hands on my shoulder and said that it was ”OK“. That was something else that embarrassed me. After a bit of ”small talk“ we both walked out of the office with me returning to the new DP area. I can tell you that I didn’t get much accomplished and left soon after.
To be continued...
Thursday, April 21, 2011
SUMMER FUN... July (Part 71c)
We’d gotten about a third of the boxes moved when Jay decided that we better start segregating them by category. On this one day I had a bit of a wait for the printer so decided to get started on my own. I’d been stacking boxes for a few minutes and looked across the hall and saw Rena working at a table. What caught my eye was the fact that she had her feet together on the floor and her knees were spread at least a foot apart. I won’t insult your intelligence by saying I could see her panties because I couldn’t. It was too dark under the table. But the position she was in had gotten my attention.
With Jay’s suggestion I’d created five separate areas. Eventually, Rena came in saying she was on her break and asked if I wanted company. I wasn’t going to say no so she proceeded to come in and to sit on one of the stacks of boxes. As I watched she did almost the same thing that I’d seen her do earlier. Feet together and her knees apart. It wasn’t as wide as before but this time, with plenty of light, I knew what was looking at... a nice white triangle. It was hard not to stare. I honestly don’t think she was doing it on purpose but I had be judicious with my peeking. I was somewhat relieved when she got up and went back to her office.
Jay had met with the Director of Purchasing and was told that we could expect to have all the partitions we needed by Labor Day. He was also told that all the equipment we needed to have our own dedicated atmosphere (regulated humidity, heating and cooling) was expected sometime in August. That was especially important to us because, with the higher humidity of Summer, we were having major difficulties with cards getting jammed on the “throats” of all the card feeders. The paper cards were absorbing the moisture and swelling up. The jams made for a lot of extra keypunching and slowed us up in the processing of our projects. I remember asking Jay when he came back from his meeting if he got an up close and personal look at Corrine, the Director’s secretary. As I remember it he blushed while Jo laughed.
Near the end of the month there was an extended heat wave that blanketed the whole area. Jay and Jo were on break when everything shut down. No power for the computer or other equipment and no lights or air conditioning. Supposedly there were emergency generators for such situations. We waited and waited but nothing. Jay had returned and then left to find out what was happening. It didn’t take long for the air to get warm and stale. Jay was gone for quite a while and when he came back he didn’t look all that happy. He’d found out that the generators were only powerful enough to cover the normal electricity needs and not the air conditioning. The reason we didn’t have either was that as soon as the generators came on they kicked right off because of the overload from the air conditioners.
If there was one time we were glad that Leo wasn’t there that was it. His tendency was to react without getting facts. Jay found that Irwin (the chief Auditor) knew the real source of the problem. When the County Center was built they chose the cheapest way and the land it was built on was reclaimed wetlands. (Try that today!) The utility company hadn’t planned for a development of that magnitude in that area and their infrastructure was marginal, at best. With the continued high temperatures the area system became overloaded and there was a local “brown out”. Two of the main transformers had “fried” and it would be at least 24 hours until they could be replaced.
Jay and Irwin decided that there was no point in staying as almost everyone needed electricity to do their jobs plus it was getting very uncomfortable without fresh air. When Jay came in to tell us he asked Jo and I if we wanted to go over to the ocean to “cool off”. Even with the heat we’d been experiencing it was always cooler by the ocean. It was about 11 am or so. I should’ve passed on the offer but went along with them anyway. We headed for the barrier beach as Jay had been given permission to use the property that we'd worked on at any time until the house was repaired and ready for occupancy. As far as Jay knew that wouldn’t be until sometime in August. When we got to the town closest to there we stopped and got some food, sodas and beer for our "picnic".
When we pulled onto the property we could see that some of the sand that had been pushed out into the bay behind the house by the storm had been bulldozed back under and around the house itself. To get out of the heat and sun we chose to eat under the house. No work had been done on the house since I'd last seen it. All the decks and stairs were still missing. There was an extension ladder up to the back door to gain entry and Jay ventured up to see if anything had been done inside. While he was gone I watched as Jo pulled her slip off from under her skirt. It was probably the slip that I saw but, in my mind, I saw her panties. When Jay came back down we all walked out to the water’s edge. It was quite different from the last time I’d seen it. Instead of a big expanse of sand in the form of a fan there was hardly enough sand left to call it a "beach". The sand that we did see was in the form of a small island. They had bulldozed all the sand they could get to without getting the bulldozer into the water and pushed it back under the house. The tide was now high which made it seem like a moat between us and the sand island. I don’t remember the words that Jay offered up as a challenge but, in essence, it was a dare for us to get out to the new “island”.
To be continued...
We’d gotten about a third of the boxes moved when Jay decided that we better start segregating them by category. On this one day I had a bit of a wait for the printer so decided to get started on my own. I’d been stacking boxes for a few minutes and looked across the hall and saw Rena working at a table. What caught my eye was the fact that she had her feet together on the floor and her knees were spread at least a foot apart. I won’t insult your intelligence by saying I could see her panties because I couldn’t. It was too dark under the table. But the position she was in had gotten my attention.
With Jay’s suggestion I’d created five separate areas. Eventually, Rena came in saying she was on her break and asked if I wanted company. I wasn’t going to say no so she proceeded to come in and to sit on one of the stacks of boxes. As I watched she did almost the same thing that I’d seen her do earlier. Feet together and her knees apart. It wasn’t as wide as before but this time, with plenty of light, I knew what was looking at... a nice white triangle. It was hard not to stare. I honestly don’t think she was doing it on purpose but I had be judicious with my peeking. I was somewhat relieved when she got up and went back to her office.
Jay had met with the Director of Purchasing and was told that we could expect to have all the partitions we needed by Labor Day. He was also told that all the equipment we needed to have our own dedicated atmosphere (regulated humidity, heating and cooling) was expected sometime in August. That was especially important to us because, with the higher humidity of Summer, we were having major difficulties with cards getting jammed on the “throats” of all the card feeders. The paper cards were absorbing the moisture and swelling up. The jams made for a lot of extra keypunching and slowed us up in the processing of our projects. I remember asking Jay when he came back from his meeting if he got an up close and personal look at Corrine, the Director’s secretary. As I remember it he blushed while Jo laughed.
Near the end of the month there was an extended heat wave that blanketed the whole area. Jay and Jo were on break when everything shut down. No power for the computer or other equipment and no lights or air conditioning. Supposedly there were emergency generators for such situations. We waited and waited but nothing. Jay had returned and then left to find out what was happening. It didn’t take long for the air to get warm and stale. Jay was gone for quite a while and when he came back he didn’t look all that happy. He’d found out that the generators were only powerful enough to cover the normal electricity needs and not the air conditioning. The reason we didn’t have either was that as soon as the generators came on they kicked right off because of the overload from the air conditioners.
If there was one time we were glad that Leo wasn’t there that was it. His tendency was to react without getting facts. Jay found that Irwin (the chief Auditor) knew the real source of the problem. When the County Center was built they chose the cheapest way and the land it was built on was reclaimed wetlands. (Try that today!) The utility company hadn’t planned for a development of that magnitude in that area and their infrastructure was marginal, at best. With the continued high temperatures the area system became overloaded and there was a local “brown out”. Two of the main transformers had “fried” and it would be at least 24 hours until they could be replaced.
Jay and Irwin decided that there was no point in staying as almost everyone needed electricity to do their jobs plus it was getting very uncomfortable without fresh air. When Jay came in to tell us he asked Jo and I if we wanted to go over to the ocean to “cool off”. Even with the heat we’d been experiencing it was always cooler by the ocean. It was about 11 am or so. I should’ve passed on the offer but went along with them anyway. We headed for the barrier beach as Jay had been given permission to use the property that we'd worked on at any time until the house was repaired and ready for occupancy. As far as Jay knew that wouldn’t be until sometime in August. When we got to the town closest to there we stopped and got some food, sodas and beer for our "picnic".
When we pulled onto the property we could see that some of the sand that had been pushed out into the bay behind the house by the storm had been bulldozed back under and around the house itself. To get out of the heat and sun we chose to eat under the house. No work had been done on the house since I'd last seen it. All the decks and stairs were still missing. There was an extension ladder up to the back door to gain entry and Jay ventured up to see if anything had been done inside. While he was gone I watched as Jo pulled her slip off from under her skirt. It was probably the slip that I saw but, in my mind, I saw her panties. When Jay came back down we all walked out to the water’s edge. It was quite different from the last time I’d seen it. Instead of a big expanse of sand in the form of a fan there was hardly enough sand left to call it a "beach". The sand that we did see was in the form of a small island. They had bulldozed all the sand they could get to without getting the bulldozer into the water and pushed it back under the house. The tide was now high which made it seem like a moat between us and the sand island. I don’t remember the words that Jay offered up as a challenge but, in essence, it was a dare for us to get out to the new “island”.
To be continued...
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
SUMMER FUN... July (Part 71b)
It was just before noon when Elle called me to say that Jay had stopped by the trailer and left an envelope for me but didn’t really say anything. I told her I’d be home to get it before long. It was the cash for the work at the barrier beach house. We’d all come to an agreement that Jay, his cousin and I would get $250 and Jo would get $150. The extra $100 would go to Jay for the use of the trucks and other equipment. I hadn’t planned on letting Elle know just how much money I’d made but since I had to give her the cash for the sails she had a good idea. She’d been bugging me for money to get her hair cut. I liked it the way it was but she was complaining that it was too long for the heat and humidity of the Summer. Now that she’d seen the cash I really had no excuse not to give it to her.
Back at work Jo said that she’d heard from Jay and that they were supposed to meet up after work. We were still puzzled as to what was going on but we both knew it had to do with Leo and probably wasn’t good. When I saw Leo leaving early I remember cussing him out. Hate is a strong word and up until I had to work with him I don’t think I ever felt that I “hated” anyone.
Jay was there when I arrived on Monday but he just said “hi” and went about his work. Jo was taking the morning off so I couldn’t ask her how their weekend went. Jay declined to take a break and I was beginning to wonder if he was going to open up at all. It was a little after noon when Jo showed up and when she did Jay waved for me to come with them. Nothing was said on our way to his truck nor when we stopped at the delicatessen at the traffic circle. From there we headed for the spot we’d sometimes go to at the lake. It was pretty warm so when we got there we took off our shoes and waded into the water to cool off while munching on our sandwiches. I was beginning to wonder what was up as Jay was still pretty silent. Finally he opened up by apologizing to me. I didn’t need an apology. I just wanted to know what had happened in Leo’s office to set him off.
Basically, Leo had “ripped” him for going to the Controller, supposedly “behind his back”. Leo told Jay that if it were within his power he’d fire him on the spot and that if Jay did it again he’d do everything in his power to see that he was. As I listened to Jay my hatred for Leo reached a new height. Jay said that when he left Leo’s office he was ready to quit. That night he couldn’t get to sleep and decided to stay away from the office to see if he could calm down. After meeting up with Jo and talking to her he decided that he wasn’t going to let Leo “win” and decided to come back... and he had. He just asked for some “space” for a few days. I had to hand it to him because if Leo had done the same thing to me I’d probably have taken a swing at him.
By mid week things were pretty much back to normal in the office. One positive thing had happened in that the purchasing office let Jay know that they’d located enough temporary panels to at least enclose the new space that had been allocated for us. As they were only temporary they all had glass in them. At that point it didn’t really matter as what we desperately needed was to move all the boxes of used punch cards to a secure location. Jay was told that they would be in place by Friday.
We hadn't been lied to. It was completed on Friday... just before 5pm. We’d gone down to see what it looked like and to get the keys and on our way back I saw GT, the cute blond who’s skirt I’d cleaned the grease off of, walking down the hall with another young girl. She’d made a point of waving to me or coming over to where I was whenever she saw me. It was a nice gesture but made me a bit uncomfortable. When she saw me she almost dragged the girl over. It was her younger sister who’d just graduated from high school and who was working in the Treasurer’s office as an intern. It was a trial program by the Civil Service Commission for just graduated seniors to get temporary work for July and August. She introduced her as Terri. I would not have recognized them as sisters. Although they were both the same height and build, Terri’s hair was a mousy brown and her eyes were sort of sad. GT had round, rosy cheeks and a prominent smile while Terri’s cheeks were more hollowed and she didn’t have what I’d call a natural smile. I’d known that GT had two sisters from the days when I delivered groceries to their house but the last time I’d seen Terri she was all of eight or nine years old. As I said, I was bit uncomfortable when GT would “accost” me so I made the introduction last as short as possible.
The following week Jay and I came up with a plan to start moving the boxes of cards without making it a real project. We managed to get a hand truck from the maintenance department and each time we’d go to the cafeteria on break or to the rest room we’d load it up and push it on down. On our way back to the office we’d pick it up again.
Our space was located directly across the hall from the Purchasing department. One of the secretaries was well known throughout the whole complex. Her name was Corrine and she was a forty something, buxom, bleach blond. It was impossible to see her and not stare. She and her boss were an “item” which was also well known. Jay and I were teased about our new space being so close to her. Truthfully, I wasn't interested.
I don’t know how many trips I’d made when this girl I'd never noticed before stepped into the space and asked what was going on. She introduced herself as Rena and said she also worked for Purchasing. The only thing special about her was her continuous questions. She was almost painfully thin and was nothing special to look at. However, I answered her questions then headed on back.
I think I made a few more trips before she appeared again. There were more questions and after a few answers I found out that she was the granddaughter of one of my grandfather’s old friends. They had done business with each other and I actually remembered going to her grandfather’s shop when I lived with my grandparents during WWII. That little bit of information gave her the “tie” she needed to keep dropping in on me again and again.
To be continued...
It was just before noon when Elle called me to say that Jay had stopped by the trailer and left an envelope for me but didn’t really say anything. I told her I’d be home to get it before long. It was the cash for the work at the barrier beach house. We’d all come to an agreement that Jay, his cousin and I would get $250 and Jo would get $150. The extra $100 would go to Jay for the use of the trucks and other equipment. I hadn’t planned on letting Elle know just how much money I’d made but since I had to give her the cash for the sails she had a good idea. She’d been bugging me for money to get her hair cut. I liked it the way it was but she was complaining that it was too long for the heat and humidity of the Summer. Now that she’d seen the cash I really had no excuse not to give it to her.
Back at work Jo said that she’d heard from Jay and that they were supposed to meet up after work. We were still puzzled as to what was going on but we both knew it had to do with Leo and probably wasn’t good. When I saw Leo leaving early I remember cussing him out. Hate is a strong word and up until I had to work with him I don’t think I ever felt that I “hated” anyone.
Jay was there when I arrived on Monday but he just said “hi” and went about his work. Jo was taking the morning off so I couldn’t ask her how their weekend went. Jay declined to take a break and I was beginning to wonder if he was going to open up at all. It was a little after noon when Jo showed up and when she did Jay waved for me to come with them. Nothing was said on our way to his truck nor when we stopped at the delicatessen at the traffic circle. From there we headed for the spot we’d sometimes go to at the lake. It was pretty warm so when we got there we took off our shoes and waded into the water to cool off while munching on our sandwiches. I was beginning to wonder what was up as Jay was still pretty silent. Finally he opened up by apologizing to me. I didn’t need an apology. I just wanted to know what had happened in Leo’s office to set him off.
Basically, Leo had “ripped” him for going to the Controller, supposedly “behind his back”. Leo told Jay that if it were within his power he’d fire him on the spot and that if Jay did it again he’d do everything in his power to see that he was. As I listened to Jay my hatred for Leo reached a new height. Jay said that when he left Leo’s office he was ready to quit. That night he couldn’t get to sleep and decided to stay away from the office to see if he could calm down. After meeting up with Jo and talking to her he decided that he wasn’t going to let Leo “win” and decided to come back... and he had. He just asked for some “space” for a few days. I had to hand it to him because if Leo had done the same thing to me I’d probably have taken a swing at him.
By mid week things were pretty much back to normal in the office. One positive thing had happened in that the purchasing office let Jay know that they’d located enough temporary panels to at least enclose the new space that had been allocated for us. As they were only temporary they all had glass in them. At that point it didn’t really matter as what we desperately needed was to move all the boxes of used punch cards to a secure location. Jay was told that they would be in place by Friday.
We hadn't been lied to. It was completed on Friday... just before 5pm. We’d gone down to see what it looked like and to get the keys and on our way back I saw GT, the cute blond who’s skirt I’d cleaned the grease off of, walking down the hall with another young girl. She’d made a point of waving to me or coming over to where I was whenever she saw me. It was a nice gesture but made me a bit uncomfortable. When she saw me she almost dragged the girl over. It was her younger sister who’d just graduated from high school and who was working in the Treasurer’s office as an intern. It was a trial program by the Civil Service Commission for just graduated seniors to get temporary work for July and August. She introduced her as Terri. I would not have recognized them as sisters. Although they were both the same height and build, Terri’s hair was a mousy brown and her eyes were sort of sad. GT had round, rosy cheeks and a prominent smile while Terri’s cheeks were more hollowed and she didn’t have what I’d call a natural smile. I’d known that GT had two sisters from the days when I delivered groceries to their house but the last time I’d seen Terri she was all of eight or nine years old. As I said, I was bit uncomfortable when GT would “accost” me so I made the introduction last as short as possible.
The following week Jay and I came up with a plan to start moving the boxes of cards without making it a real project. We managed to get a hand truck from the maintenance department and each time we’d go to the cafeteria on break or to the rest room we’d load it up and push it on down. On our way back to the office we’d pick it up again.
Our space was located directly across the hall from the Purchasing department. One of the secretaries was well known throughout the whole complex. Her name was Corrine and she was a forty something, buxom, bleach blond. It was impossible to see her and not stare. She and her boss were an “item” which was also well known. Jay and I were teased about our new space being so close to her. Truthfully, I wasn't interested.
I don’t know how many trips I’d made when this girl I'd never noticed before stepped into the space and asked what was going on. She introduced herself as Rena and said she also worked for Purchasing. The only thing special about her was her continuous questions. She was almost painfully thin and was nothing special to look at. However, I answered her questions then headed on back.
I think I made a few more trips before she appeared again. There were more questions and after a few answers I found out that she was the granddaughter of one of my grandfather’s old friends. They had done business with each other and I actually remembered going to her grandfather’s shop when I lived with my grandparents during WWII. That little bit of information gave her the “tie” she needed to keep dropping in on me again and again.
To be continued...
Saturday, April 16, 2011
SUMMER FUN... July (Part 71a)
PLEASE NOTE: Try as I might, I’ve been unable to put together a reasonable time line for July (and maybe August). I’m going to revert to something I’ve done in a similar situation in the past... write about “topics” and not worry about the order they fell in.
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WORK: I was definitely not in a good mood when I arrived at work on Monday. The fourth of July was on Wednesday, the worst possible day for a holiday to fall on. I was going to have to ask Leo, the Deputy Controller, for permission to work overtime to complete the payroll (the bigger of the two) on time. Jay and I hated having to talk to Leo with him being clueless as to the realities of his responsibilities and his smug attitude. When I’d see him headed in the direction of the DP department I’d often go hide behind the computer. However, the attitude changed the minute that Jay walked in. He had a big smile on his face and was waving a couple of small pieces of paper over his head. They were the two checks for having done the clean up out at the barrier beach. He and Jo had finished the work up over the weekend and the owner showed up with the second $500 check. Jay said he was going to deposit them and that he’d be able to pay us, cash, on Friday after the checks had cleared. The timing was perfect because my new sails were being delivered, C.O.D., on Friday.
Knowing that I was going to be “under the gun” as far as payroll was concerned, both Jay and Jo offered to help me out. We’d been going to lunch together almost every day but decided we needed to maximize our time. We, independently, took short breaks to just get a bite to eat hoping that it would make a difference even though it wasn’t going to eliminate the need for me to still get permission from Leo to work late (or to come in on the 4th). I decided to wait until Tuesday afternoon to do it.
I disliked Leo so much I had to really concentrate on what I was actually going to say when I did get to see him. When I went over to his secretary I was taken somewhat aback when she told me that he’d decided to take the day off. It was just another example of how he lived in his own little world, not concerned with anything or anybody but himself. That meant I had to make a decision as to weather to stay late and not get paid or to just go home and see what the fallout would be.
It wasn’t much a decision. There was no way I was going to jeopardize the fiscal lives of so many people but I can tell you I was more that a little “hot”. I was the exact opposite of Jay in that, when something like this happened, I would get very vocal. Jay would keep it all inside. After Jay let me “spout off” he volunteered to stay and help me out. Jo quickly volunteered as well.
We, collectively, decided who would do what. With three of us working together we managed to get everything done but print the checks before leaving. I was pleased with that but still couldn’t let my intense dislike of Leo. Jo, in leaving, had said she’d come in early on Thursday and start printing the checks. As I lay in bed I was able to calm down enough to recognize how good Jay, Jo and I worked together and was thankful that we did.
Jo had the printer up and running when I got there on Thursday. I actually had the checks to the Treasurer’s office ahead of schedule. Now it was my turn to repay the favor that Jo had done for me. She’d deferred running all her quarter end reports to help me out so I jumped in to help her get caught up. Jay was also trying to get caught up but he told us that on his way back from using the rest room he’d run into the Controller. He asked Jay how the payroll was going. Jay told him it went well but there was bit of a problem in that, because of the day off, we’d had to work overtime without permission. Jay said the Controller was puzzled about the “permission” and Jay explained about Leo’s requirement. Then the Controller asked how planning was going for the new space that the Board of Supervisors had allocated for Data Processing. Jay told him it was complete and he’d given the plans to Leo over a week ago. The Controller then asked Jay to walk him through the space. In the process Jay mentioned the new equipment the we’d gone into the city to see. The Controller then asked what he was doing about it and Jay said it, too, was in Leo’s office. Jay told us that the Controller seemed concerned but didn’t say anything.
It was sometime about mid afternoon when Gina, Leo’s secretary, came into the room and asked Jay to go over to Leo’s office. Since there were windows in the partitions we could see the door to the office close behind him. That was never a good sign, especially in Leo’s case. He was in there for over an hour and when he returned I knew it hadn’t been a fun experience by the look on Jay’s face. I also knew it was not a good idea to say anything to him but I really wanted to know. Jo and I tried to figure out what had precipitated it.
The following day, Jay was “no show”. I asked Jo if she’d heard from him and she said something that was a bit of a surprise. She said they were supposed to meet up but he didn’t show up and she hadn’t a word from him. Even though I’d only known him for nine months, something was wrong. That wasn't the Jay that I'd come to know.
To be continued...
PLEASE NOTE: Try as I might, I’ve been unable to put together a reasonable time line for July (and maybe August). I’m going to revert to something I’ve done in a similar situation in the past... write about “topics” and not worry about the order they fell in.
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WORK: I was definitely not in a good mood when I arrived at work on Monday. The fourth of July was on Wednesday, the worst possible day for a holiday to fall on. I was going to have to ask Leo, the Deputy Controller, for permission to work overtime to complete the payroll (the bigger of the two) on time. Jay and I hated having to talk to Leo with him being clueless as to the realities of his responsibilities and his smug attitude. When I’d see him headed in the direction of the DP department I’d often go hide behind the computer. However, the attitude changed the minute that Jay walked in. He had a big smile on his face and was waving a couple of small pieces of paper over his head. They were the two checks for having done the clean up out at the barrier beach. He and Jo had finished the work up over the weekend and the owner showed up with the second $500 check. Jay said he was going to deposit them and that he’d be able to pay us, cash, on Friday after the checks had cleared. The timing was perfect because my new sails were being delivered, C.O.D., on Friday.
Knowing that I was going to be “under the gun” as far as payroll was concerned, both Jay and Jo offered to help me out. We’d been going to lunch together almost every day but decided we needed to maximize our time. We, independently, took short breaks to just get a bite to eat hoping that it would make a difference even though it wasn’t going to eliminate the need for me to still get permission from Leo to work late (or to come in on the 4th). I decided to wait until Tuesday afternoon to do it.
I disliked Leo so much I had to really concentrate on what I was actually going to say when I did get to see him. When I went over to his secretary I was taken somewhat aback when she told me that he’d decided to take the day off. It was just another example of how he lived in his own little world, not concerned with anything or anybody but himself. That meant I had to make a decision as to weather to stay late and not get paid or to just go home and see what the fallout would be.
It wasn’t much a decision. There was no way I was going to jeopardize the fiscal lives of so many people but I can tell you I was more that a little “hot”. I was the exact opposite of Jay in that, when something like this happened, I would get very vocal. Jay would keep it all inside. After Jay let me “spout off” he volunteered to stay and help me out. Jo quickly volunteered as well.
We, collectively, decided who would do what. With three of us working together we managed to get everything done but print the checks before leaving. I was pleased with that but still couldn’t let my intense dislike of Leo. Jo, in leaving, had said she’d come in early on Thursday and start printing the checks. As I lay in bed I was able to calm down enough to recognize how good Jay, Jo and I worked together and was thankful that we did.
Jo had the printer up and running when I got there on Thursday. I actually had the checks to the Treasurer’s office ahead of schedule. Now it was my turn to repay the favor that Jo had done for me. She’d deferred running all her quarter end reports to help me out so I jumped in to help her get caught up. Jay was also trying to get caught up but he told us that on his way back from using the rest room he’d run into the Controller. He asked Jay how the payroll was going. Jay told him it went well but there was bit of a problem in that, because of the day off, we’d had to work overtime without permission. Jay said the Controller was puzzled about the “permission” and Jay explained about Leo’s requirement. Then the Controller asked how planning was going for the new space that the Board of Supervisors had allocated for Data Processing. Jay told him it was complete and he’d given the plans to Leo over a week ago. The Controller then asked Jay to walk him through the space. In the process Jay mentioned the new equipment the we’d gone into the city to see. The Controller then asked what he was doing about it and Jay said it, too, was in Leo’s office. Jay told us that the Controller seemed concerned but didn’t say anything.
It was sometime about mid afternoon when Gina, Leo’s secretary, came into the room and asked Jay to go over to Leo’s office. Since there were windows in the partitions we could see the door to the office close behind him. That was never a good sign, especially in Leo’s case. He was in there for over an hour and when he returned I knew it hadn’t been a fun experience by the look on Jay’s face. I also knew it was not a good idea to say anything to him but I really wanted to know. Jo and I tried to figure out what had precipitated it.
The following day, Jay was “no show”. I asked Jo if she’d heard from him and she said something that was a bit of a surprise. She said they were supposed to meet up but he didn’t show up and she hadn’t a word from him. Even though I’d only known him for nine months, something was wrong. That wasn't the Jay that I'd come to know.
To be continued...
Thursday, April 14, 2011
GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 70j)
The ”glow“ of the previous evening carried over into the early morning where we reprised our activities from the night before. I was truly tempted to skip the sailing club opening activities. However, conscience (and the fear of an assessment for not showing up) won out and I, reluctantly, headed for the club. Elle promised to follow a little later in the morning. It was a good turn out. It certainly made the work easier. Only two of the regular sailors failed to appear. By lunch time we were ahead of the schedule that Rex had prepared.
Elle had showed up right before we broke for lunch and promptly caught up with Carol, my friend Buddy’s wife. Ruthie showed up about then and the three of them found something to keep themselves busy and out of the way. By 3pm everything on the schedule had been completed and the activities shifted focus to the sailboats themselves. The ”tune-up“ race didn’t count for anything other than a chance to get out on the water. Some of the guys had brought their boats and started rigging them for the next day. My boat was still over in my parent’s garage. I’d ordered a new set of sails but they weren’t ready. When I told Elle I was going to get the boat she informed me that she wasn’t going to sail the next day. I wasn’t expecting that. I don’t really remember why but that news didn’t make me very happy.
Another thing that didn’t make me happy was when Elle informed me that she’d agreed for us to play tennis with Buddy and Carol on the 4th of July. When Elle told Carol she’d ”discovered“ tennis Carol thought it’d be great for us all to play together. She told Elle that she would make a reservation at the country club. I was ill at ease playing at the local high school courts where the chances of someone I knew would see me was about zero. Over two thirds of the sailing group were members or, like Buddy, their parents were. Initially I told Elle ”No way!“. Then, with this smug look on her face she told me that Buddy didn’t know how to play either. But it wasn’t just Buddy that I was concerned about seeing me make a fool of myself.
That night, after she’d put the kids to bed, Elle came out into the living room wearing this unbelievably short dress. It was all white and as she walked across the floor I could see just a peek of her panties. It certainly caught my attention. Then she said that the country club required ”whites“ on their tennis courts and Carol was loaning her one of her tennis dresses. My first thoughts went right to what Carol would be wearing. All of a sudden tennis didn’t seem all that bad.
I went to the club on Sunday hoping to find someone to crew for me. There were some people that I didn’t recognize. There was one who’s face seemed somewhat familiar but I couldn’t put a name to it. He, eventually, made his way over to my boat and introduced himself. Once he did I remembered that he was one of my sailing instructors when I’d first started sailing some fifteen years earlier. He wasn’t dressed for sailing as he said he was in the area to visit with his parents. When I asked if he wanted to go sailing he declined. After making more attempts to find a crew I was about to give up and derig the boat when he came back and asked if the offer was still open. Of course I said ”yes“ and he waved to a woman who was on the porch of the club to come down by the boat. He introduced me to his wife, a petite blond with a definite southern accent, and proceeded to give her his wallet, watch and belt. I could readily see that his dress pants were definitely not geared for sailing but he waded right in and we were off.
From a racing perspective it was not a good combination. He called himself Willy and he probably weighed 175 pounds or more. That was 35 pound more than what was considered to be the optimum combined weight of 300 pounds. I knew the extra weight was really going to hurt in that the winds were fairly light but I really wanted to sail. All in all, we enjoyed our time together if not the results of the race. I found him to be a very interesting person. He worked for his father who made a career of buying small, distressed companies and trying to salvage something from them. Being an Economics major in college it was something that seemed exciting to me. On our way back in I asked what his current project was. I laughed when he told me and I’m smiling as I write this as well. It was a parachute company. We were almost ashore when he told me. I could see his wife was anxious for them to leave and as soon I dropped the sails he was on his way. He did say he might be back the following weekend. I really enjoyed talking with him and his parachute business intrigued me enough to want to hear more.
To be continued...
The ”glow“ of the previous evening carried over into the early morning where we reprised our activities from the night before. I was truly tempted to skip the sailing club opening activities. However, conscience (and the fear of an assessment for not showing up) won out and I, reluctantly, headed for the club. Elle promised to follow a little later in the morning. It was a good turn out. It certainly made the work easier. Only two of the regular sailors failed to appear. By lunch time we were ahead of the schedule that Rex had prepared.
Elle had showed up right before we broke for lunch and promptly caught up with Carol, my friend Buddy’s wife. Ruthie showed up about then and the three of them found something to keep themselves busy and out of the way. By 3pm everything on the schedule had been completed and the activities shifted focus to the sailboats themselves. The ”tune-up“ race didn’t count for anything other than a chance to get out on the water. Some of the guys had brought their boats and started rigging them for the next day. My boat was still over in my parent’s garage. I’d ordered a new set of sails but they weren’t ready. When I told Elle I was going to get the boat she informed me that she wasn’t going to sail the next day. I wasn’t expecting that. I don’t really remember why but that news didn’t make me very happy.
Another thing that didn’t make me happy was when Elle informed me that she’d agreed for us to play tennis with Buddy and Carol on the 4th of July. When Elle told Carol she’d ”discovered“ tennis Carol thought it’d be great for us all to play together. She told Elle that she would make a reservation at the country club. I was ill at ease playing at the local high school courts where the chances of someone I knew would see me was about zero. Over two thirds of the sailing group were members or, like Buddy, their parents were. Initially I told Elle ”No way!“. Then, with this smug look on her face she told me that Buddy didn’t know how to play either. But it wasn’t just Buddy that I was concerned about seeing me make a fool of myself.
That night, after she’d put the kids to bed, Elle came out into the living room wearing this unbelievably short dress. It was all white and as she walked across the floor I could see just a peek of her panties. It certainly caught my attention. Then she said that the country club required ”whites“ on their tennis courts and Carol was loaning her one of her tennis dresses. My first thoughts went right to what Carol would be wearing. All of a sudden tennis didn’t seem all that bad.
I went to the club on Sunday hoping to find someone to crew for me. There were some people that I didn’t recognize. There was one who’s face seemed somewhat familiar but I couldn’t put a name to it. He, eventually, made his way over to my boat and introduced himself. Once he did I remembered that he was one of my sailing instructors when I’d first started sailing some fifteen years earlier. He wasn’t dressed for sailing as he said he was in the area to visit with his parents. When I asked if he wanted to go sailing he declined. After making more attempts to find a crew I was about to give up and derig the boat when he came back and asked if the offer was still open. Of course I said ”yes“ and he waved to a woman who was on the porch of the club to come down by the boat. He introduced me to his wife, a petite blond with a definite southern accent, and proceeded to give her his wallet, watch and belt. I could readily see that his dress pants were definitely not geared for sailing but he waded right in and we were off.
From a racing perspective it was not a good combination. He called himself Willy and he probably weighed 175 pounds or more. That was 35 pound more than what was considered to be the optimum combined weight of 300 pounds. I knew the extra weight was really going to hurt in that the winds were fairly light but I really wanted to sail. All in all, we enjoyed our time together if not the results of the race. I found him to be a very interesting person. He worked for his father who made a career of buying small, distressed companies and trying to salvage something from them. Being an Economics major in college it was something that seemed exciting to me. On our way back in I asked what his current project was. I laughed when he told me and I’m smiling as I write this as well. It was a parachute company. We were almost ashore when he told me. I could see his wife was anxious for them to leave and as soon I dropped the sails he was on his way. He did say he might be back the following weekend. I really enjoyed talking with him and his parachute business intrigued me enough to want to hear more.
To be continued...
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 70i)
Elle had drawn a bulls-eye on the calendar for Friday. That was the day that Jay, Jo and I were to finally see the overtime we’d accumulated show up in our paychecks. I remember seeing the net amount and being somewhat disappointed. I’d not calculated the extra amount taken out for taxes. Still, I also remember thinking it would be nice to see that same amount every two weeks.
There was one thing that Elle really wanted and that was a sofa bed for the living room. She’d been embarrassed when all she could offer Ruthie the night she’d stayed over was the couch itself. I’d pretty much indicated that if we could find one for a reasonable price it would be OK. I took off early that night (early being any time before 6pm) and when I walked in the trailer I was somewhat surprised not to see her or the kids. The door was open and the station wagon was parked next to the trailer as usual. As I took off my tie I saw the ”wish book“ (Sears catalog) open on the dining room table. I went over to see what she was looking at and was actually shocked (and a bit exited) to see it opened to the panties pages. They were something that she paid little attention to as I bought all that she had. Before I could see if she’d marked anything the door opened and Jeanne, our oldest, came running in to give me a hug. I squatted down to hug her back and Elle followed over to where I was. I put my hand up her inner thighs and into her crotch and was rewarded finding that she was wet. Her shorts and panties weren’t just damp. They were wet and still warm. If I had been standing you would’ve probably heard my penis go ”boing“. I was instantly hard (and in a bit of pain being bent over like I was) and wondering what had happened. When home, Elle rarely had a problem. I finally got up and gave her a hug with my right hand (and fingers) firmly implanted between her legs.
After sending Jeanne down the hall to wash her hands for supper she told me that she’d been decorating the kids playhouse and had felt a warning squirt. When she headed for the trailer she heard my car door and decided to give me a ”present“ and just let it go out behind the trailer. Normally, to get her to do something like that, I’d have to plead with her so it really was a ”present”.
When Jeanne returned, proudly showing her now somewhat clean hands, I asked what she was looking at in the catalog. She quickly went to a page that she’d “dog eared” pointing out a shorts and blouse set. I’d really hoped that she’d found something that she liked in the panties and when I asked her why it was opened to that section she laughed and said that she’d been waiting for the kids to wake from their naps and was just idly turning the pages.
I was still turned on by her voluntarily wetting for me and suggested that we go down to the Sears store and order the things that she wanted. That elicited a BIG smile. She indicated that she wanted to go get washed up but I persuaded her to wait until after we’d eaten, hoping for a few “private” minutes later, before heading downtown. I got one of her “looks” but she stayed in the kitchen and made supper. I’ll admit I was a bit of a bother as every time I want past her I grabbed a feel. She never told me to stop or swatted my hand away so it was obvious to me that she was in a very good mood.
At supper she broached the subject of the sofa bed again. There was a furniture store downtown as well as a small department store that also sold furniture. I suggested that we could do some “window shopping” which seemed to please her even more. I was already looking forward to bedtime.
When my grandparents house had been built around 1840 it was on the fringe edge of the commercial area. Here in the early 60’s it, and the next house to the East, was now being swallowed up by it. Because the Sears store was just to the East of the house next door it made sense to park there and to make a quick visit to see my grandfather. Even though the Sears store was considered to be a retail one it was primarily a catalog store. We wasted little time there and headed for the furniture store. To get there we had to pass an old fashioned ice cream parlor which didn’t escape the kids. We promised that we’d stop on the way back. That was our way to make sure they behaved while we looked at the sofas.
The salesman was a little “pushy” which turned both Elle and I off. I knew that the owner knew my grandfather and father so asked the salesman to get him for us. Once I identified myself the whole experience changed. Instead of being “sold” a product we told him what we wanted and, long story short, we ended up buying one of the floor models and for less than I’d expected. However, the process was extended longer that we’d expected and the kids had started getting restless. Elle ended up focusing on keeping them under control while I did the paperwork with the owner. After a few minutes I felt Elle tap me on the shoulder. I knew exactly what she wanted. It was almost two hours since we’d left home and her last visit to the bathroom. But it was Jeanne, our older child, who was holding herself I asked if there was a public rest room and the owner said “no” but pointed to his office. I watched Elle shuffle off with Jeanne by the hand and the younger one in her arms.
I fully expected that it was Elle that had the problem. When I saw her returning I knew immediately that it had not gone well but it was Jeanne that had wet herself. A quick peek at Elle's crotch area didn't show any telltale evidence which was a relief for me. As much as I liked it when Elle was wet I never wanted it when it was going to embarrass her and this would have been one of those times.
Wet and all, Jeanne made us keep the promise for ice cream. Actually, we all enjoyed some. Back at home the good times from before supper did continue after we got the kids to bed. All in all it was a very, very good day (and night!).
To be continued...
Elle had drawn a bulls-eye on the calendar for Friday. That was the day that Jay, Jo and I were to finally see the overtime we’d accumulated show up in our paychecks. I remember seeing the net amount and being somewhat disappointed. I’d not calculated the extra amount taken out for taxes. Still, I also remember thinking it would be nice to see that same amount every two weeks.
There was one thing that Elle really wanted and that was a sofa bed for the living room. She’d been embarrassed when all she could offer Ruthie the night she’d stayed over was the couch itself. I’d pretty much indicated that if we could find one for a reasonable price it would be OK. I took off early that night (early being any time before 6pm) and when I walked in the trailer I was somewhat surprised not to see her or the kids. The door was open and the station wagon was parked next to the trailer as usual. As I took off my tie I saw the ”wish book“ (Sears catalog) open on the dining room table. I went over to see what she was looking at and was actually shocked (and a bit exited) to see it opened to the panties pages. They were something that she paid little attention to as I bought all that she had. Before I could see if she’d marked anything the door opened and Jeanne, our oldest, came running in to give me a hug. I squatted down to hug her back and Elle followed over to where I was. I put my hand up her inner thighs and into her crotch and was rewarded finding that she was wet. Her shorts and panties weren’t just damp. They were wet and still warm. If I had been standing you would’ve probably heard my penis go ”boing“. I was instantly hard (and in a bit of pain being bent over like I was) and wondering what had happened. When home, Elle rarely had a problem. I finally got up and gave her a hug with my right hand (and fingers) firmly implanted between her legs.
After sending Jeanne down the hall to wash her hands for supper she told me that she’d been decorating the kids playhouse and had felt a warning squirt. When she headed for the trailer she heard my car door and decided to give me a ”present“ and just let it go out behind the trailer. Normally, to get her to do something like that, I’d have to plead with her so it really was a ”present”.
When Jeanne returned, proudly showing her now somewhat clean hands, I asked what she was looking at in the catalog. She quickly went to a page that she’d “dog eared” pointing out a shorts and blouse set. I’d really hoped that she’d found something that she liked in the panties and when I asked her why it was opened to that section she laughed and said that she’d been waiting for the kids to wake from their naps and was just idly turning the pages.
I was still turned on by her voluntarily wetting for me and suggested that we go down to the Sears store and order the things that she wanted. That elicited a BIG smile. She indicated that she wanted to go get washed up but I persuaded her to wait until after we’d eaten, hoping for a few “private” minutes later, before heading downtown. I got one of her “looks” but she stayed in the kitchen and made supper. I’ll admit I was a bit of a bother as every time I want past her I grabbed a feel. She never told me to stop or swatted my hand away so it was obvious to me that she was in a very good mood.
At supper she broached the subject of the sofa bed again. There was a furniture store downtown as well as a small department store that also sold furniture. I suggested that we could do some “window shopping” which seemed to please her even more. I was already looking forward to bedtime.
When my grandparents house had been built around 1840 it was on the fringe edge of the commercial area. Here in the early 60’s it, and the next house to the East, was now being swallowed up by it. Because the Sears store was just to the East of the house next door it made sense to park there and to make a quick visit to see my grandfather. Even though the Sears store was considered to be a retail one it was primarily a catalog store. We wasted little time there and headed for the furniture store. To get there we had to pass an old fashioned ice cream parlor which didn’t escape the kids. We promised that we’d stop on the way back. That was our way to make sure they behaved while we looked at the sofas.
The salesman was a little “pushy” which turned both Elle and I off. I knew that the owner knew my grandfather and father so asked the salesman to get him for us. Once I identified myself the whole experience changed. Instead of being “sold” a product we told him what we wanted and, long story short, we ended up buying one of the floor models and for less than I’d expected. However, the process was extended longer that we’d expected and the kids had started getting restless. Elle ended up focusing on keeping them under control while I did the paperwork with the owner. After a few minutes I felt Elle tap me on the shoulder. I knew exactly what she wanted. It was almost two hours since we’d left home and her last visit to the bathroom. But it was Jeanne, our older child, who was holding herself I asked if there was a public rest room and the owner said “no” but pointed to his office. I watched Elle shuffle off with Jeanne by the hand and the younger one in her arms.
I fully expected that it was Elle that had the problem. When I saw her returning I knew immediately that it had not gone well but it was Jeanne that had wet herself. A quick peek at Elle's crotch area didn't show any telltale evidence which was a relief for me. As much as I liked it when Elle was wet I never wanted it when it was going to embarrass her and this would have been one of those times.
Wet and all, Jeanne made us keep the promise for ice cream. Actually, we all enjoyed some. Back at home the good times from before supper did continue after we got the kids to bed. All in all it was a very, very good day (and night!).
To be continued...
Friday, April 08, 2011
GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 70h)
Amazingly, by 4pm all the large debris had been cut up. As we loaded it up we were surprised to see that it didn’t fill up both trucks. Heading home I was already planning on not working the next weekend. All that was left was the small stuff and my back had had enough. However, I didn’t say anything to Elle as I knew that there was a ”work party“ scheduled at the sailing club on Saturday. Traditionally, the weekend before the 4th of July was when the club officially opened for the season. There was still a lot of repair work that needed to be done and the Commodore had let it be known that any members who did not show up would be assessed. On top of that was a ”tune-up“ race scheduled for Sunday. I decided to see how my week played out before saying anything to Elle about either.
At work, that week was very important for both Jay and I and marginally for Jo. The payment of the overtime that we’d earned was to show up in our paychecks on Friday. I was counting on it because Jay hadn’t yet paid us for the work out on the barrier beach. It wasn’t his choice but was due to a condition that the homeowner had put on that first $500 check. I didn’t understand it at the time but wasn’t really in a position to do anything about it. Of course, the anticipation of the increase in our paychecks made the week pass slowly. And then, on Tuesday, the unthinkable happened. The computer went down and it wasn’t something that the repairman could talk Jay through to correct it.
Jay had a reputation of a ”Jack of all trades“ in that there wasn’t much that he couldn’t fix. The furniture in the whole Audit and Control Department was all pre WWII and in poor condition. The drawers were always jamming up, either not opening or closing. Jay decided to tackle all the desk drawers while waiting for the service man to come. To have something to do I volunteered to help. The primary problem was that the ball bearing rollers were dry and needed oiling and many of the the sliders were bent and twisted. Jay took the hard part and my job was to oil whatever he had repaired. It was about dark when the service man arrived and we’d just about covered all the desks by then. We were able to get back to the payroll around 10pm. We’d gotten permission to stay late from Leo so we decided to try and get the payroll to the point it should’ve been if we’d gone home on time. It was about 3am when we finally left. Talk about a vested interest!
Other than dragging a bit, Wednesday went well. By the afternoon I really needed a break. Jo volunteered to run the printer so I could get a soda. When I walked back into the Audit and Control work area I noticed GT (the cute, young blond) was standing by her desk and I could see she was crying. Gina, Leo’s secretary, was standing by her side and I wondered what was wrong. As I walked up I could see this black streak on her skirt. It was obviously from the desk as it was a perfectly straight line right at the same height as the drawer. As GT was crying Gina did the talking telling me that this was a brand new outfit and that she’d worn it to go to a concert that night with her boyfriend. I’m the one who’d oiled the rollers and sliders and I felt really bad about it. One of the things that I’d picked up from Lance when he was refurbishing cars was that a product called Renuzit did a great job of taking out the stains in the upholstery. He’d given me a can of it that was almost empty that I kept in my car. I told GT that I thought I could get the grease out of her skirt but that she’d have to come out to my car. That news stopped the tears and she jumped right up.
At the car she sat in the drivers seat with her feet on the ground while I retrieved the stuff needed from the trunk. I had a box of clean rags that I was going to use. However, as I surveyed the situation it dawned on me that to get to the spot I’d have to put one hand up her skirt and it would be dangerously close to her ”nether“ region. I remember feeling a bit embarrassed as I explained it to her. She gave me a sheepish look and then asked if there was another way. To be able to do it and with any certainty of it working I had to have a rag on the other side as I rubbed the liquid into the material. Now it was my turn to look sheepish. I sucked in my breath and said the only other way was for her to take her skirt off. I swear it didn’t take but a split second for her to reach to her waist and to start unbuttoning it. I fully expected that she had a slip on under it but was I ever surprised when, as she ooched it out from under her bottom, I saw her panties. If she’d been looking at me she would’ve seen my eyes bugging out of my head. It took a few seconds for her to get it free and as I watched I saw something that I’d not consciously seen before. It was a ”camel toe“ in her crotch. I didn’t know that was what it was called at the time but to see the indentation in the crotch of her panties caused one of the quickest erections that I could remember. I quickly took the skirt and headed for the trunk of the car hoping I’d escaped detection.
I quickly found the reason for the lack of a slip. The skirt was fully lined. As I gently rubbed the spot I remember thinking that her panties were whiter than any I’d ever seen. Concentrating on the getting the grease spot out my bulge somewhat dissipated. It took about five minutes and I was reasonably satisfied. There was some ”graying“ but with the flowered pattern it was almost impossible to see. GT had closed the car door but when I appeared she opened it. I watched as she spun herself around so her feet would touch the pavement. My eyes never left her crotch and that interesting ”crease“ right in the middle of it. My bulge was back as big as before. I, thankfully, was partially hidden by the opened door but was in perfect position to watch her stand up to pull the skirt back up. I’m still picturing it in my mind as if it had just happened. I told her to head back to work while I picked up and put everything back in place so that I could ”deflate“. But, standing there with each of us facing each other and the car door separating us she leaned forward and planted a kiss on my cheek. It was like the cherry on top of the sundae.
To be continued...
Amazingly, by 4pm all the large debris had been cut up. As we loaded it up we were surprised to see that it didn’t fill up both trucks. Heading home I was already planning on not working the next weekend. All that was left was the small stuff and my back had had enough. However, I didn’t say anything to Elle as I knew that there was a ”work party“ scheduled at the sailing club on Saturday. Traditionally, the weekend before the 4th of July was when the club officially opened for the season. There was still a lot of repair work that needed to be done and the Commodore had let it be known that any members who did not show up would be assessed. On top of that was a ”tune-up“ race scheduled for Sunday. I decided to see how my week played out before saying anything to Elle about either.
At work, that week was very important for both Jay and I and marginally for Jo. The payment of the overtime that we’d earned was to show up in our paychecks on Friday. I was counting on it because Jay hadn’t yet paid us for the work out on the barrier beach. It wasn’t his choice but was due to a condition that the homeowner had put on that first $500 check. I didn’t understand it at the time but wasn’t really in a position to do anything about it. Of course, the anticipation of the increase in our paychecks made the week pass slowly. And then, on Tuesday, the unthinkable happened. The computer went down and it wasn’t something that the repairman could talk Jay through to correct it.
Jay had a reputation of a ”Jack of all trades“ in that there wasn’t much that he couldn’t fix. The furniture in the whole Audit and Control Department was all pre WWII and in poor condition. The drawers were always jamming up, either not opening or closing. Jay decided to tackle all the desk drawers while waiting for the service man to come. To have something to do I volunteered to help. The primary problem was that the ball bearing rollers were dry and needed oiling and many of the the sliders were bent and twisted. Jay took the hard part and my job was to oil whatever he had repaired. It was about dark when the service man arrived and we’d just about covered all the desks by then. We were able to get back to the payroll around 10pm. We’d gotten permission to stay late from Leo so we decided to try and get the payroll to the point it should’ve been if we’d gone home on time. It was about 3am when we finally left. Talk about a vested interest!
Other than dragging a bit, Wednesday went well. By the afternoon I really needed a break. Jo volunteered to run the printer so I could get a soda. When I walked back into the Audit and Control work area I noticed GT (the cute, young blond) was standing by her desk and I could see she was crying. Gina, Leo’s secretary, was standing by her side and I wondered what was wrong. As I walked up I could see this black streak on her skirt. It was obviously from the desk as it was a perfectly straight line right at the same height as the drawer. As GT was crying Gina did the talking telling me that this was a brand new outfit and that she’d worn it to go to a concert that night with her boyfriend. I’m the one who’d oiled the rollers and sliders and I felt really bad about it. One of the things that I’d picked up from Lance when he was refurbishing cars was that a product called Renuzit did a great job of taking out the stains in the upholstery. He’d given me a can of it that was almost empty that I kept in my car. I told GT that I thought I could get the grease out of her skirt but that she’d have to come out to my car. That news stopped the tears and she jumped right up.
At the car she sat in the drivers seat with her feet on the ground while I retrieved the stuff needed from the trunk. I had a box of clean rags that I was going to use. However, as I surveyed the situation it dawned on me that to get to the spot I’d have to put one hand up her skirt and it would be dangerously close to her ”nether“ region. I remember feeling a bit embarrassed as I explained it to her. She gave me a sheepish look and then asked if there was another way. To be able to do it and with any certainty of it working I had to have a rag on the other side as I rubbed the liquid into the material. Now it was my turn to look sheepish. I sucked in my breath and said the only other way was for her to take her skirt off. I swear it didn’t take but a split second for her to reach to her waist and to start unbuttoning it. I fully expected that she had a slip on under it but was I ever surprised when, as she ooched it out from under her bottom, I saw her panties. If she’d been looking at me she would’ve seen my eyes bugging out of my head. It took a few seconds for her to get it free and as I watched I saw something that I’d not consciously seen before. It was a ”camel toe“ in her crotch. I didn’t know that was what it was called at the time but to see the indentation in the crotch of her panties caused one of the quickest erections that I could remember. I quickly took the skirt and headed for the trunk of the car hoping I’d escaped detection.
I quickly found the reason for the lack of a slip. The skirt was fully lined. As I gently rubbed the spot I remember thinking that her panties were whiter than any I’d ever seen. Concentrating on the getting the grease spot out my bulge somewhat dissipated. It took about five minutes and I was reasonably satisfied. There was some ”graying“ but with the flowered pattern it was almost impossible to see. GT had closed the car door but when I appeared she opened it. I watched as she spun herself around so her feet would touch the pavement. My eyes never left her crotch and that interesting ”crease“ right in the middle of it. My bulge was back as big as before. I, thankfully, was partially hidden by the opened door but was in perfect position to watch her stand up to pull the skirt back up. I’m still picturing it in my mind as if it had just happened. I told her to head back to work while I picked up and put everything back in place so that I could ”deflate“. But, standing there with each of us facing each other and the car door separating us she leaned forward and planted a kiss on my cheek. It was like the cherry on top of the sundae.
To be continued...
Wednesday, April 06, 2011
GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 70g)
Unfortunately, Sunday was a mirror image of Saturday. The clear skies, bright sun was NOT what my sunburned face and arms needed. I vowed to spend as much time as I could working under the shadow of the house. Because Jay and Albert were going to be at the landfill right when it opened it meant that I would be at the site by myself for a while. I’d not done much “exploring“ of the property so took the opportunity to do so. As I’d already written, every available lot on the ocean side of the road had a house built on it. The other side was sparsely populated with much of the land (sand) covered with beach grass called phragmites. Fully matured it can grow to a height of fifteen to twenty feet and becomes quite dense. That was the case at that time. During the Nor'Easter, when the ocean waters rose high enough to go over the dunes and onto the road it needed a place to escape and the grass pretty much blocked its movement. So, it found the only place it could and that was where houses had been built on the other side of the road (to the North). That meant that the water's force was accelerated by the narrow (comparatively) semi open space where there were houses. I could see that at least four feet of sand had been ripped from under the house we’d been working at. The owner had cut about a ten for wide path through the phragmites to the bay just to the North and built a small dock out into the bay.
As I followed the path the width was more like 30 feet by the fact that the grasses had been beaten down by the force of the water. Once the flowing ocean water reached the bay it slowed down and the sand that had been carried in it dropped as it did. The result was a nice, sandy beach. As I stood there looking at it I had to laugh because I could see the tops of the spiles (poles) of the dock poking through the surrounding sand. There was no way to get a boat up the dock any more. Having the time to think about the whole situation it was another lesson in the way Mother Nature works.
I hadn’t really thought about all the miscellaneous trash that was strewn about. My focus had been primarily on the large debris such as doors, window frames, deck planking etc. As I walked back I took note of some of the things I saw partially buried in the sand. There were books, jars of food, shoes and other articles of clothing scattered all about. I saw this piece of polished wood partially concealed in the beaten down grass and went over to pick it up. It turned out to be a small jewelery box. I shook it and could hear things rattling around inside. I tried to open it but it was jammed. I surmised that having been buried in the wet sand the wood had swollen. It seemed unreal that it could have been carried the three plus miles from where the four houses had been demolished by the ocean waves.
When Jay, Jo and Albert arrived I saw that Jay had brought an extention ladder. We’d cleared enough debris away so that the ladder could be put up against the house by the back (North) door. The ladder, fully extended, barely made it to the door sill. Jay, having a key to the door, went on up and into the house. He asked if anyone else want to see it. I was never a ”ladder man“ and watching it bow as Jay climbed to the top, deferred. Jo made an attempt and with Albert and I holding the bottom we watched Jo climb about eight wrungs up. I hoped that she wouldv’e continued as, with her at that height I could see little slivers of white up the leg openings of her shorts. But she backed down.
After Jay climbed back to the ground and described the house, we went back to cutting up the big debris and Jo continued to pick up the small things. Because of the late start Albert and I only made one trip to the landfill by mid day. We loaded the two trucks for the second run and then broke for lunch. By then it wasn't just warm but it was downright hot. Jay was working without his shirt but, with my sunburn, I didn’t dare. I mentioned having found the beach and Jo was all for having a picnic on it. I’d spent enough time in the sun so wasn’t that keen on it but Jay said that maybe a walk in the water would be refreshing. We trudged on down and before Jo broke out the sandwiches we all took off our shoes and waded out into the water. Without saying a word Jay came out of the water and, turning his back on Jo, proceeded to take off his pants. He then walked back out into the water. Because of the massive amount of sand that had been deposited there the water was very shallow. Jay was probably 100 feet from the water’s edge and wasn’t even waist deep. Then he just flopped backwards making a big splash. He called for the rest of us to join him. I could see Albert was thinking about it but he was waiting for me to make a move. Jo was back sitting on the sand, laughing at the rest of us.
I have no idea why I was so shy in front of Jo but I didn’t want to do it. Albert finally committed, doing the same as Jay by turning his back on Jo as he dropped his pants and then sprinted into the water. Jay focused his attention on Jo trying to persuade her to go in the water. She kept shaking her head but with a big smile on her face. All of a sudden he was running up the beach towards her. He almost caught her but she escaped his grasp. I wasn’t willing to get undressed but I was certainly willing to help Jay in his pursuit of Jo. As she headed my way I jumped in front of her causing her to pull up allowing Jay to grab her around her waist. As he dragged her towards the water she was pleading to be released. Jay got her to the water’s edge and stopped. Then she made the mistake of making a comment that I didn’t really hear but the next thing I saw was Jo being carried out into the water and then being dropped into it. I actually thought that she’d be mad but she came up laughing, as usual.
My disappointment was that she’d worn dark blue shorts. VPL’s and dark material don’t work all that well. What was nice though was to see her blouse plastered against her bra. When they came ashore Jay tried to persuade her to take off her blouse and shorts so that they’d dry faster. With a smile on her face she just kept shaking her head in a negative manner. All in all it was a fun memory.
To be continued...
Unfortunately, Sunday was a mirror image of Saturday. The clear skies, bright sun was NOT what my sunburned face and arms needed. I vowed to spend as much time as I could working under the shadow of the house. Because Jay and Albert were going to be at the landfill right when it opened it meant that I would be at the site by myself for a while. I’d not done much “exploring“ of the property so took the opportunity to do so. As I’d already written, every available lot on the ocean side of the road had a house built on it. The other side was sparsely populated with much of the land (sand) covered with beach grass called phragmites. Fully matured it can grow to a height of fifteen to twenty feet and becomes quite dense. That was the case at that time. During the Nor'Easter, when the ocean waters rose high enough to go over the dunes and onto the road it needed a place to escape and the grass pretty much blocked its movement. So, it found the only place it could and that was where houses had been built on the other side of the road (to the North). That meant that the water's force was accelerated by the narrow (comparatively) semi open space where there were houses. I could see that at least four feet of sand had been ripped from under the house we’d been working at. The owner had cut about a ten for wide path through the phragmites to the bay just to the North and built a small dock out into the bay.
As I followed the path the width was more like 30 feet by the fact that the grasses had been beaten down by the force of the water. Once the flowing ocean water reached the bay it slowed down and the sand that had been carried in it dropped as it did. The result was a nice, sandy beach. As I stood there looking at it I had to laugh because I could see the tops of the spiles (poles) of the dock poking through the surrounding sand. There was no way to get a boat up the dock any more. Having the time to think about the whole situation it was another lesson in the way Mother Nature works.
I hadn’t really thought about all the miscellaneous trash that was strewn about. My focus had been primarily on the large debris such as doors, window frames, deck planking etc. As I walked back I took note of some of the things I saw partially buried in the sand. There were books, jars of food, shoes and other articles of clothing scattered all about. I saw this piece of polished wood partially concealed in the beaten down grass and went over to pick it up. It turned out to be a small jewelery box. I shook it and could hear things rattling around inside. I tried to open it but it was jammed. I surmised that having been buried in the wet sand the wood had swollen. It seemed unreal that it could have been carried the three plus miles from where the four houses had been demolished by the ocean waves.
When Jay, Jo and Albert arrived I saw that Jay had brought an extention ladder. We’d cleared enough debris away so that the ladder could be put up against the house by the back (North) door. The ladder, fully extended, barely made it to the door sill. Jay, having a key to the door, went on up and into the house. He asked if anyone else want to see it. I was never a ”ladder man“ and watching it bow as Jay climbed to the top, deferred. Jo made an attempt and with Albert and I holding the bottom we watched Jo climb about eight wrungs up. I hoped that she wouldv’e continued as, with her at that height I could see little slivers of white up the leg openings of her shorts. But she backed down.
After Jay climbed back to the ground and described the house, we went back to cutting up the big debris and Jo continued to pick up the small things. Because of the late start Albert and I only made one trip to the landfill by mid day. We loaded the two trucks for the second run and then broke for lunch. By then it wasn't just warm but it was downright hot. Jay was working without his shirt but, with my sunburn, I didn’t dare. I mentioned having found the beach and Jo was all for having a picnic on it. I’d spent enough time in the sun so wasn’t that keen on it but Jay said that maybe a walk in the water would be refreshing. We trudged on down and before Jo broke out the sandwiches we all took off our shoes and waded out into the water. Without saying a word Jay came out of the water and, turning his back on Jo, proceeded to take off his pants. He then walked back out into the water. Because of the massive amount of sand that had been deposited there the water was very shallow. Jay was probably 100 feet from the water’s edge and wasn’t even waist deep. Then he just flopped backwards making a big splash. He called for the rest of us to join him. I could see Albert was thinking about it but he was waiting for me to make a move. Jo was back sitting on the sand, laughing at the rest of us.
I have no idea why I was so shy in front of Jo but I didn’t want to do it. Albert finally committed, doing the same as Jay by turning his back on Jo as he dropped his pants and then sprinted into the water. Jay focused his attention on Jo trying to persuade her to go in the water. She kept shaking her head but with a big smile on her face. All of a sudden he was running up the beach towards her. He almost caught her but she escaped his grasp. I wasn’t willing to get undressed but I was certainly willing to help Jay in his pursuit of Jo. As she headed my way I jumped in front of her causing her to pull up allowing Jay to grab her around her waist. As he dragged her towards the water she was pleading to be released. Jay got her to the water’s edge and stopped. Then she made the mistake of making a comment that I didn’t really hear but the next thing I saw was Jo being carried out into the water and then being dropped into it. I actually thought that she’d be mad but she came up laughing, as usual.
My disappointment was that she’d worn dark blue shorts. VPL’s and dark material don’t work all that well. What was nice though was to see her blouse plastered against her bra. When they came ashore Jay tried to persuade her to take off her blouse and shorts so that they’d dry faster. With a smile on her face she just kept shaking her head in a negative manner. All in all it was a fun memory.
To be continued...
Sunday, April 03, 2011
GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 70f)
The next thing of real importance came on Friday when, during lunch, (without Jo present) I asked Jay just what he expected Jo to do at the site. I’d wrestled with even bringing the subject up not wanting to upset either of them. By asking this way it was rather innocuous. He said he thought she’d be good at picking up all the garbage that had been left when the tide had gone down. I’d been putting the thought of that in the back of my mind as my back had been aching just doing what we were doing. I was not looking forward to that part of the project. I certainly felt better after hearing that.
Saturday was the first really nice day we’d had for doing our work. It was fairly warm even at 6:30am and when I met up with the others it seemed like everybody was in a good mood. It became even better when we got to the “breach” area and saw that the sand on the road to the West of it had finally been plowed. That meant we could bring the panel truck right to the site and could load the debris directly into it. We’d left a pile of stuff ready to go to the landfill the previous Sunday so immediately loaded that into both trucks. Since Jay knew how to handle the chain saw I volunteered to follow Albert to the landfill in Jay's truck. With two of us able to unload the junk we saved quite a bit of time. By lunch time we’d each made two trips. The previous weekend we’d only been able to make a total of ten trips for the two days. It was turning out to be a really, really good day.
I think I was the only one not to know that Jo had brought sandwiches and other goodies from the restaurant that her family owned. It was like a gourmet meal with salads and desserts as well. The break gave me a chance to observe Jo for a few minutes. She had come wearing a pair of denim pants but was now in a pair of shorts. I wondered where she’d gone to change and if Jay had gotten a view. Jay had a key to the house but there had been so much junk caught up under it and the fact that both the front and back porches had been carried away, there was no way to safely put a ladder up to the doors. I really wanted to know but there was no way I was going to ask.
By the time we finished up Albert and I had made two more trips to the landfill making a total of eight for the day. We loaded both trucks up so that Jay and Albert could stop at the landfill first thing the next morning. In my estimation we would be done in two more days. That was a nice thought to hold on to. Jo had made some progress with picking up the small junk around the yard and although she was tired by the time we were ready to leave she was looking forward to coming back. After all the negative thoughts I’d had about adding Jo to our work group I was glad she was there (and that wasn’t just my stomach talking).
I was home by 6pm and Elle was waiting for me. She was sitting on the steps to the trailer and had sort of a smirky smile on her face. I knew I was in for some sort of surprise. Before I even got to the steps she had disappeared inside. As I walked in I saw her holding a pair of white shorts in front of her along with a white polo shirt tucked under her chin. She bought them at the thrift shop for me so I wouldn’t “feel like a clown” the next time I played (or attempted to) tennis. I really hadn’t any plans to attempt it again in the near future. However, she did.
She and Alice had gone to the courts during the day and Alice had spent time working with her on her form. Elle was really excited because Alice had told her that she was a "natural“ and that she should think about working on it. I was all for Elle and Alice working on it together but I didn’t want to be a part of the equation... but Elle did.
I’d just spent the day in the bright sun (the temperature was in the high 70’s) and was sunburned and tired. I wanted a shower and something to eat and that was all. To get my attention she sidled up to me and took one hand and put it between her legs. Wearing shorts it didn’t take much to get my fingers inside and to find that she was wearing multiple pairs of her nylon satin panties and they were more than just damp. With that I had an instant bulge and I was like putty in her hands. After a few minutes of ”play“ she warmed up my supper and then suggested that we, again, take the kids to the tennis courts. I was really tired but the food revived me enough for me to suggest that if we did that she not wear a ‘package” or any part of one and to wear the panties she had on. I got a wrinkled up nose for a response but it only lasted for a brief few seconds. Actually, the worst part of going was having to put on the white clothes that she’d bought for me. The shorts were too big and the shirt was too tight but both were wearable. Elle put on her new skirt/short combination and we were off. Jean, our oldest, was probably the most excited as she absolutely loved chasing the tennis balls.
I’m guessing that the reason there was only one court in use was because it was a Saturday evening in early Summer and there were too many other things to do. That suited me just fine. The less people that saw me making a fool of myself the better. Elle decided to try and teach me some of the things that Alice had shown her earlier that day. I will say that I was a fairly good student and after a while I was able to hit balls and to keep them between the lines. I was actually starting to enjoy myself when Elle indicated that she had a problem. We met up at the net and she said it would be best to stop. I responded by saying that there was no way that we could get home before she wet herself and that it would probably be best if we just went over to the grass and she squatted down and peed right there. Of course that went over like a lead balloon. But I took her by the hand and led her off the court. By then there was no one else there and I gave her one of those “hang dog” looks. I got another wrinkled nose response but within seconds I could hear the sound of liquid splashing on the ground.
We stood there for about a minute and then she asked “What now?”. By then the kids were gathered around us so I couldn’t do what I wanted to do. She was standing there with her legs spread about a foot apart. I pretended to squat down to tie my shoe and could see the wetness down the inside of her legs. Anne wanted to be picked up and when Elle bent over to get her I got a peek up her skirt. I was somewhat surprised that I couldn’t readily see any wetness in the shorts. The dark green and blue plaid hid the evidence. I immediately stored that for future reference.
To be continued...
The next thing of real importance came on Friday when, during lunch, (without Jo present) I asked Jay just what he expected Jo to do at the site. I’d wrestled with even bringing the subject up not wanting to upset either of them. By asking this way it was rather innocuous. He said he thought she’d be good at picking up all the garbage that had been left when the tide had gone down. I’d been putting the thought of that in the back of my mind as my back had been aching just doing what we were doing. I was not looking forward to that part of the project. I certainly felt better after hearing that.
Saturday was the first really nice day we’d had for doing our work. It was fairly warm even at 6:30am and when I met up with the others it seemed like everybody was in a good mood. It became even better when we got to the “breach” area and saw that the sand on the road to the West of it had finally been plowed. That meant we could bring the panel truck right to the site and could load the debris directly into it. We’d left a pile of stuff ready to go to the landfill the previous Sunday so immediately loaded that into both trucks. Since Jay knew how to handle the chain saw I volunteered to follow Albert to the landfill in Jay's truck. With two of us able to unload the junk we saved quite a bit of time. By lunch time we’d each made two trips. The previous weekend we’d only been able to make a total of ten trips for the two days. It was turning out to be a really, really good day.
I think I was the only one not to know that Jo had brought sandwiches and other goodies from the restaurant that her family owned. It was like a gourmet meal with salads and desserts as well. The break gave me a chance to observe Jo for a few minutes. She had come wearing a pair of denim pants but was now in a pair of shorts. I wondered where she’d gone to change and if Jay had gotten a view. Jay had a key to the house but there had been so much junk caught up under it and the fact that both the front and back porches had been carried away, there was no way to safely put a ladder up to the doors. I really wanted to know but there was no way I was going to ask.
By the time we finished up Albert and I had made two more trips to the landfill making a total of eight for the day. We loaded both trucks up so that Jay and Albert could stop at the landfill first thing the next morning. In my estimation we would be done in two more days. That was a nice thought to hold on to. Jo had made some progress with picking up the small junk around the yard and although she was tired by the time we were ready to leave she was looking forward to coming back. After all the negative thoughts I’d had about adding Jo to our work group I was glad she was there (and that wasn’t just my stomach talking).
I was home by 6pm and Elle was waiting for me. She was sitting on the steps to the trailer and had sort of a smirky smile on her face. I knew I was in for some sort of surprise. Before I even got to the steps she had disappeared inside. As I walked in I saw her holding a pair of white shorts in front of her along with a white polo shirt tucked under her chin. She bought them at the thrift shop for me so I wouldn’t “feel like a clown” the next time I played (or attempted to) tennis. I really hadn’t any plans to attempt it again in the near future. However, she did.
She and Alice had gone to the courts during the day and Alice had spent time working with her on her form. Elle was really excited because Alice had told her that she was a "natural“ and that she should think about working on it. I was all for Elle and Alice working on it together but I didn’t want to be a part of the equation... but Elle did.
I’d just spent the day in the bright sun (the temperature was in the high 70’s) and was sunburned and tired. I wanted a shower and something to eat and that was all. To get my attention she sidled up to me and took one hand and put it between her legs. Wearing shorts it didn’t take much to get my fingers inside and to find that she was wearing multiple pairs of her nylon satin panties and they were more than just damp. With that I had an instant bulge and I was like putty in her hands. After a few minutes of ”play“ she warmed up my supper and then suggested that we, again, take the kids to the tennis courts. I was really tired but the food revived me enough for me to suggest that if we did that she not wear a ‘package” or any part of one and to wear the panties she had on. I got a wrinkled up nose for a response but it only lasted for a brief few seconds. Actually, the worst part of going was having to put on the white clothes that she’d bought for me. The shorts were too big and the shirt was too tight but both were wearable. Elle put on her new skirt/short combination and we were off. Jean, our oldest, was probably the most excited as she absolutely loved chasing the tennis balls.
I’m guessing that the reason there was only one court in use was because it was a Saturday evening in early Summer and there were too many other things to do. That suited me just fine. The less people that saw me making a fool of myself the better. Elle decided to try and teach me some of the things that Alice had shown her earlier that day. I will say that I was a fairly good student and after a while I was able to hit balls and to keep them between the lines. I was actually starting to enjoy myself when Elle indicated that she had a problem. We met up at the net and she said it would be best to stop. I responded by saying that there was no way that we could get home before she wet herself and that it would probably be best if we just went over to the grass and she squatted down and peed right there. Of course that went over like a lead balloon. But I took her by the hand and led her off the court. By then there was no one else there and I gave her one of those “hang dog” looks. I got another wrinkled nose response but within seconds I could hear the sound of liquid splashing on the ground.
We stood there for about a minute and then she asked “What now?”. By then the kids were gathered around us so I couldn’t do what I wanted to do. She was standing there with her legs spread about a foot apart. I pretended to squat down to tie my shoe and could see the wetness down the inside of her legs. Anne wanted to be picked up and when Elle bent over to get her I got a peek up her skirt. I was somewhat surprised that I couldn’t readily see any wetness in the shorts. The dark green and blue plaid hid the evidence. I immediately stored that for future reference.
To be continued...
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