HEADING FOR WINTER... December (Part 77c)
Andre didn’t make it in to work the next day but everybody else did. I remember blushing when Rena walked in. She acted just like it was any other day. I was confused in that she was the one who’d come on to me and yet I was the one who was embarrassed. I pretty much avoided her all morning. At lunch I figured I’d say “hi” when she returned but she didn’t. I didn’t dwell on it and probably because there was some “hangover” effect from the night before. The others left a bit early. Even though it was Winter and the traffic circle wasn’t as bad as in Summer I decided to wait a bit before heading home. There were still all the County Center employees trying to get around it at the same time.
The “back” door, as we called it, had no window and was located near to where we stored the supplies. I was just tidying up when I saw it open and Rena walk in with a pile of clothes in her arms. I remember taking a big, deep breath. She had this “look” in her eyes and a smirky smile. She didn’t say a word and just walked into the storage room. I pretty much knew what she was doing and I really resisted following her. After about a minute I heard her call me. I just knew that it wasn’t a good idea to answer... but I did. Almost at the same time she appeared in the doorway. She still had on her half slip and I could see her panties through it. I thought she was going to start getting her uniform on like in the past but she then bent over and pulled down the slip and, like a spotlight was on her, turned slowly and walked back into the storeage room. I guess the best way to describe my feeling was “intoxicating”. Panties could do that to me. My bulge was actually hurting me. I finally moved and went to the doorway. I know she said something but I didn’t hear it. I stood there as she, ever so slowly, started putting her uniform on. I’ll bet it took five minutes. I don’t remember saying a word. If someone had accused me of drooling, I probably was. When she started towards me I stepped back and let her pass. At the door she stopped once again and this time I heard her... “Merry Christmas”.
It was still ten days to Christmas and time for Elle and I to decide what we’d spend on the kids. We’d spent money we hadn’t planned on spending for the new room. I had to admit that it was looking good and had solved the problem of where to store the girls larger toys (doll carriage, tricycle and the like) as well as giving them room to play. Having taken the toys out of Ann’s room made a BIG difference and took away the excuse of keeping her in a crib. We were pretty much back to the “want/need” list and the “need" for a real bed was there. For toys, Elle’s mother came up with a great idea in that Elle's dollhouse was still stored in her attic. With the new room there was plenty of space for it. We ended up spending time looking at both the Sears and Montgomery Ward catalogs. One of the things that caught my eye in the Ward catalog was a fantastic price on a swing set for the yard. Being out of season for them they had a really good deal. However, I only had a credit card at Sears and would need cash. So, we agreed to give up giving each other much of anything to be able to do it. However, I didn't mention my "windfall". That was for the race car.
Millie, our neighbor loved the new room. The problem with that was her husband, Alvin, was anti anything Millie wanted. He was one of those control freaks, wanting to come up with all the ideas and make all the decisions. Like just about everybody in the trailer park they had a metal shed to store things. Soon after my room was up, but not yet finished, I heard a lot of noise from out behind their trailer. Concerned because it was something different, I went out to check. Millie had gone out to retrieve something and when she found it the stuff that had been piled on top of it came tumbling out of the shed. She was standing in a pile of boxes and what looked to me like just plain junk and crying. I helped pick it up and put it back. I went back inside and within minutes I could hear all kinds of yelling coming from next door. It didn’t last for long as I heard their car pull away.
The following night there was a knock on the door. It was Alvin. It was the first time he’d come over. We’d done some things together but he was definitely a ”loner“ and this was a surprise. The long and short of his visit was he wanted to see the room. By the time he left he hadn’t committed to anything, at least to me, but it was clear that he did have some interest. The next morning Millie was there to get the kids and the smile on her face was ear to ear. Alvin was going to get an awning and room. However, to save money he was going to do it himself. I just knew that was going to turn out to be a problem.
With Andre backing out as my weekend partner for putting awnings and rooms up I was able to convince both Lance and Eric (the Air Force guys) to help me out. The reason I needed both was because of their crazy schedules. In any case it meant I was still able to do that work. I sort of wished that I was getting cash like they would be getting but knew I was slowly paying off the debt for the room. My working with them brought Elle back in contact with Judy, Lance’s wife. She’d lost all the weight from the baby and had changed her hair to look more in tune with the times. In short, she was now very attractive. It was just a year earlier that I'd picked her up at the airport as a scared kid. Their baby was undeniably cute and got Elle thinking about having another one. I wasn’t so sure, though.
A group of the younger inhabitants of the park put together an impromptu Christmas party. It included the kids as well as the parents and went over very well. It was the Saturday before Christmas and afforded me an opportunities for panty peeks,. There were a few there that I didn’t know but there was definitely one female I wanted to. Dress was informal but this one woman had on a beige outfit that showed all her ”lines“... including her panties. The problem was that probably 90% of the guys at the party felt the same as I did. Elle caught me staring at her backside and gave me a ”whack”. When the party was breaking up we discovered that it had started to snow. The women were all excited about the possibility for a white Christmas. I just had a feeling that it was going to make a mess.
To be continued...
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
HEADING FOR WINTER... December (Part 77b)
It was also around that time that I received a notice in the mail from the bank that was handling the Trust fund that my grandfather had created for me. One thing that he’d stressed to me was to not sell any of it but to let it earn interest and dividends. That way I’d have a steady monthly income. The notice told me that one of the corporate bonds that was in the portfolio had matured. The bank told me that they had reinvested the bulk of the proceeds but there was around $300 left over and wanted to know what I wanted to be done with it. It was a ”no brainer“ for me, especially at that time.
I decided not to mention it to Elle and started an account just for the race car. That way I could know at a glance how much I’d spent and how much was left to spend. The most important missing piece was the motor. My friend, Cliffy, had told me the last time I’d seen him that his father would sell me one they weren’t going to use any more. That was three months prior. I figured the best thing to do was to get some money down on it before it was sold to someone else. On a day the computer was down for periodic maintenance I took a couple of hours off to cement the deal.
It had been almost five years since I’d been to the garage where they had their race cars and when I got there I was shocked to see a new, modern, gas station. There was no house (they had lived right next to the service garage) or garage. I asked one of the attendants and they directed me up the road a ways to a new street that I had never seen. As I turned down the street and headed West I recognized the house up ahead on the right. They had to have moved it. Right next to it was a large cement block building and as I reached the location I saw the familiar garage sign. As I got out of the car I looked towards the house and saw bunch of panties blowing in the wind on a clothes line. I don’t remember the number but it had to have been 8 to 10 of them. There was nothing else on the line. Cliffy had a sister who, when we were in school, was way younger than we were. I figured they had to belong to her. It made me wonder what she looked like. She had to have been a teenager by then.
Cliffy wasn’t there but his father was I asked if he remembered me and, of course, he said he did. He'd built my first race car. I asked about the motor and was told he still had it. He wanted $100 for it and that included repairing it. That was more than I’d hoped it would be and was sort of pleading poverty when this cute, blond girl walked in. It was Cliffy’s sister. I remember thinking about how much she’d grown up... and pictured her wearing those panties I saw on the line.
The Christmas party was scheduled for the second week in December. We agreed that Thursday would be best because the payroll for the week would be finished with time to spare. Jo had come in her own car that day because she wanted to leave early to help set up for the party. Lucy also left early so she could change her clothes. The ones she was wearing looked fine to me as I still felt that she was overdressed for our operation. The party was scheduled for around 6pm and we were going to have a ”real“ Italian dinner. Jo had promised that we’d all be treated ”royally”.
I was the first to get there and was introduced to Jo’s mother and other family members. There was no denying their Italian heritage. Jo looked somewhat out of place because you could’ve had two Jo’s just from the size of her mother. The restaurant was just that... a restaurant. It was small and intimate... definitely not a pizza joint. Lucy was next to arrive and when she said she was changing clothes, she meant it. She was in her City finest... definitely a fashion plate. Next to arrive was Andre... and Rena.
When Jo offered to host the party we’d decided that it going to be for just the people who worked in the department. Basically, I was the only one who was married (at least living with a wife) and I was OK with not having Elle attend. I know she wasn’t that happy about it but was comfortable as she’d been to the office and knew everybody. However, Andre and Rena weren’t an “item” at that time. I was a bit upset at seeing her there and actually asked Jo about it. Typical Jo... a little laugh and a casual response. It was along the lines of “... well, she’s almost an employee” referring to the amount of time she’d been spending there working on the Purchasing department project. I really had nothing to say about it because we were all there as guests of her family. I did feel somewhat left out of the “loop” as I was the last to know.
All in all it was a really nice night. We ordered off the menu (which was in Italian) and the food was really good. The only thing I knew about what I ate was that it was veal. They served us Italian wine and plenty of it. I was not a wine drinker, having had a bad experience when I was still in college, but did partake of a toast that the family made to Jo and Jay. I remember smiling thinking that they knew something that the rest of us didn't. Being a Thursday we all had to go to work the next day and, since Jo’s family wanted to clean up and close, we left fairly early. The only one who showed any real effects of the wine was Andre. He’d brought Rena right from work and had to get her back. Jo’s brother stepped in and suggested that someone drive him home. Rena, on hearing that went into a mini panic but Jo, always thinking, suggested that I could take her since we both lived in the same town.
I can’t deny that it was an interesting trip. Rena had had her share of wine and was a little tipsy. I started the trip (about 40 minutes) by trying to talk about the DP/Purchasing department project. After a while she became bored with that and started talking about “us”. Hmmmm... As I remember it she reminisced back to when I’d first walked in her when she was changing her clothes at work and how “exciting” that had been. She asked if I didn’t get “something” out of how daring we’d been. I had to agree but I also chose to reiterate that I was very happy in my marriage. I’m sure it was the wine as she asked how much harm were we doing. That was an interesting question. I had actually missed seeing her changing her clothes, walking around in her slip, panties and bra. We were almost to the County Center parking lot when she leaned over to me and asked if I’d like a peek. I initially deferred, hoping that would get her to back off a bit. When it didn’t I asked how Andre would feel about it if he knew. She laughed. I don’t remember exactly what she said but the gist of it was that he was a nice guy but she was “using” him. By now we were in the parking lot and there were only a few cars. Her old jalopy stood out. I pulled up along side so she could step out and into the drivers seat... only she didn’t. Driving, I hadn’t noticed that she’d unbuttoned her coat and her blouse. She turned to me and pulled them apart. All I had to see by was the light from the dash board and the dim lights from the parking lot. I could see one half of her chest. She wasn’t that well endowed but it still did get my attention. I just looked without saying anything. Then she got up on the seat and, kneeling, faced me. I honestly thought she was going to lunge at me. But she grabbed at both sides of her skirt and pulled it up. Again, the light wasn’t all that good but I could make out the white of her panties. I thought I might've seen the front crotch line. I can’t remember her exact words but it was something like “... how about that!” and then she let her skirt drop and got out of the car. I waited until I knew that her car started before I put my car in gear. As I did I realized that I had a pretty serious bulge.
To be continued...
It was also around that time that I received a notice in the mail from the bank that was handling the Trust fund that my grandfather had created for me. One thing that he’d stressed to me was to not sell any of it but to let it earn interest and dividends. That way I’d have a steady monthly income. The notice told me that one of the corporate bonds that was in the portfolio had matured. The bank told me that they had reinvested the bulk of the proceeds but there was around $300 left over and wanted to know what I wanted to be done with it. It was a ”no brainer“ for me, especially at that time.
I decided not to mention it to Elle and started an account just for the race car. That way I could know at a glance how much I’d spent and how much was left to spend. The most important missing piece was the motor. My friend, Cliffy, had told me the last time I’d seen him that his father would sell me one they weren’t going to use any more. That was three months prior. I figured the best thing to do was to get some money down on it before it was sold to someone else. On a day the computer was down for periodic maintenance I took a couple of hours off to cement the deal.
It had been almost five years since I’d been to the garage where they had their race cars and when I got there I was shocked to see a new, modern, gas station. There was no house (they had lived right next to the service garage) or garage. I asked one of the attendants and they directed me up the road a ways to a new street that I had never seen. As I turned down the street and headed West I recognized the house up ahead on the right. They had to have moved it. Right next to it was a large cement block building and as I reached the location I saw the familiar garage sign. As I got out of the car I looked towards the house and saw bunch of panties blowing in the wind on a clothes line. I don’t remember the number but it had to have been 8 to 10 of them. There was nothing else on the line. Cliffy had a sister who, when we were in school, was way younger than we were. I figured they had to belong to her. It made me wonder what she looked like. She had to have been a teenager by then.
Cliffy wasn’t there but his father was I asked if he remembered me and, of course, he said he did. He'd built my first race car. I asked about the motor and was told he still had it. He wanted $100 for it and that included repairing it. That was more than I’d hoped it would be and was sort of pleading poverty when this cute, blond girl walked in. It was Cliffy’s sister. I remember thinking about how much she’d grown up... and pictured her wearing those panties I saw on the line.
The Christmas party was scheduled for the second week in December. We agreed that Thursday would be best because the payroll for the week would be finished with time to spare. Jo had come in her own car that day because she wanted to leave early to help set up for the party. Lucy also left early so she could change her clothes. The ones she was wearing looked fine to me as I still felt that she was overdressed for our operation. The party was scheduled for around 6pm and we were going to have a ”real“ Italian dinner. Jo had promised that we’d all be treated ”royally”.
I was the first to get there and was introduced to Jo’s mother and other family members. There was no denying their Italian heritage. Jo looked somewhat out of place because you could’ve had two Jo’s just from the size of her mother. The restaurant was just that... a restaurant. It was small and intimate... definitely not a pizza joint. Lucy was next to arrive and when she said she was changing clothes, she meant it. She was in her City finest... definitely a fashion plate. Next to arrive was Andre... and Rena.
When Jo offered to host the party we’d decided that it going to be for just the people who worked in the department. Basically, I was the only one who was married (at least living with a wife) and I was OK with not having Elle attend. I know she wasn’t that happy about it but was comfortable as she’d been to the office and knew everybody. However, Andre and Rena weren’t an “item” at that time. I was a bit upset at seeing her there and actually asked Jo about it. Typical Jo... a little laugh and a casual response. It was along the lines of “... well, she’s almost an employee” referring to the amount of time she’d been spending there working on the Purchasing department project. I really had nothing to say about it because we were all there as guests of her family. I did feel somewhat left out of the “loop” as I was the last to know.
All in all it was a really nice night. We ordered off the menu (which was in Italian) and the food was really good. The only thing I knew about what I ate was that it was veal. They served us Italian wine and plenty of it. I was not a wine drinker, having had a bad experience when I was still in college, but did partake of a toast that the family made to Jo and Jay. I remember smiling thinking that they knew something that the rest of us didn't. Being a Thursday we all had to go to work the next day and, since Jo’s family wanted to clean up and close, we left fairly early. The only one who showed any real effects of the wine was Andre. He’d brought Rena right from work and had to get her back. Jo’s brother stepped in and suggested that someone drive him home. Rena, on hearing that went into a mini panic but Jo, always thinking, suggested that I could take her since we both lived in the same town.
I can’t deny that it was an interesting trip. Rena had had her share of wine and was a little tipsy. I started the trip (about 40 minutes) by trying to talk about the DP/Purchasing department project. After a while she became bored with that and started talking about “us”. Hmmmm... As I remember it she reminisced back to when I’d first walked in her when she was changing her clothes at work and how “exciting” that had been. She asked if I didn’t get “something” out of how daring we’d been. I had to agree but I also chose to reiterate that I was very happy in my marriage. I’m sure it was the wine as she asked how much harm were we doing. That was an interesting question. I had actually missed seeing her changing her clothes, walking around in her slip, panties and bra. We were almost to the County Center parking lot when she leaned over to me and asked if I’d like a peek. I initially deferred, hoping that would get her to back off a bit. When it didn’t I asked how Andre would feel about it if he knew. She laughed. I don’t remember exactly what she said but the gist of it was that he was a nice guy but she was “using” him. By now we were in the parking lot and there were only a few cars. Her old jalopy stood out. I pulled up along side so she could step out and into the drivers seat... only she didn’t. Driving, I hadn’t noticed that she’d unbuttoned her coat and her blouse. She turned to me and pulled them apart. All I had to see by was the light from the dash board and the dim lights from the parking lot. I could see one half of her chest. She wasn’t that well endowed but it still did get my attention. I just looked without saying anything. Then she got up on the seat and, kneeling, faced me. I honestly thought she was going to lunge at me. But she grabbed at both sides of her skirt and pulled it up. Again, the light wasn’t all that good but I could make out the white of her panties. I thought I might've seen the front crotch line. I can’t remember her exact words but it was something like “... how about that!” and then she let her skirt drop and got out of the car. I waited until I knew that her car started before I put my car in gear. As I did I realized that I had a pretty serious bulge.
To be continued...
Sunday, July 24, 2011
HEADING FOR WINTER... December (Part 77a)
Although Andre agreed the money was good he didn’t like working out in the cold. It was just our luck that the first two we put up were in bad conditions (light snow for the second one). I can’t say I was overly happy about the weather either but I had made $85 towards paying off my new room in just two jobs. When I stopped at the office to tell Dick about Andre he told me that they had gotten more orders than expected and that he was going to have to hire a couple of guys to put them up as customers didn’t want to wait. He could see the distress on my face and said that I’d still be able to work on Saturdays. The discussion gave me an opportunity to express my concern about the “showings” of our new room. We were supposed to get a $25 credit for each one. But Elle never knew who was coming or when people were going to show up. According to Elle’s records she’d shown it 17 times. That would represent $425. However, according to Dick he’d only referred 10 people. That meant some of the neighbors were just stopping by on their own. Luckily, Dick had a record of just who he’d sent. After a bit of a discussion he agreed to give us a $40 credit for anyone who ordered an awning and room who wasn’t on his list. I still didn’t like it but it was better than nothing.
Even though Andre and Rena were an "item", Andre told me that he was sure that she was “hot” for me. I was embarrassed and I’m sure I blushed when he told me. The problem, other than I was happily married, was the only thing I could relate to her was seeing her panties. I actually found her to be a nice person and very bright. The fact that she was working directly with Jay on the Purchasing Department project sort of proved that. She’d pretty much left me alone after I’d rebuffed her those few Friday nights after DP moved into the new space. I guessed that she’d zoned in on Andre in place of me. I wondered what would happen next.
Once Data Processing moved into its own space we’d pretty much distanced ourselves from the Audit and Control Department. However, officially, we were still a part of that department. When plans were being circulated about a Christmas party Jo suggested that we have our own. She offered to have it at her parents restaurant. Of the six of us only Linda, who had been an Audit and Control employee when the DP area was started, was against it. She still had friends who worked there. Jay and I were definitely for it. Neither of us wanted to be anywhere near Leo, the Deputy Controller, at any time at all but especially if liquor was going to be served.
Elle had managed to put around $300 aside from her teaching money for Christmas. Our “want/need” list was heavily weighted on the “want” side. There was one thing that I hadn’t added to it. Actually, there were a lot of little things under one category... race car. Eric, the guy with racing experience who’d moved into the park during the latter part of Summer, was “bugging“ me to get started on it. He’d offered to re-weld the roll cage and bumpers for me but we had to be able to move it for him to do so. It was missing three wheels and was up on cement blocks out in the work area of the park. As I’ve said a few times in earlier posts, timing is everything. About that time we had the first measurable snow. And, as I’ve also mentioned, the traffic circle (round about) just down from the County Center was always a bottle neck. One day Elle had called for me to come home to re-light the heater. As soon as I pulled out onto the highway I was stopped by bumper to bumper traffic. Police were there and for those not wanting to head due East, they were directing us though this small development. Even with that it was slow going. I was sitting here ”stewing“ and happened to look to my left. There was a car parked next to a garage. Even though it was covered with snow I recognized it as a race car. I made note of it for future reference.
I’d only gone to the races twice that season and really hadn’t made note of car numbers and names. It was few days later when most of the snow had melted that I stopped on my way home. I walked around the car and noted that it was in the same division I’d be racing in. While I was looking at it this middle aged man with a huge mustache came out of the house. He demanded to know what I was doing. Somewhat taken aback I explained I was just looking as I was putting a car together for the next racing season. That changed his demeanor immediately. He told me his son raced the car but didn’t live with him. There were two rims with tires leaning against the car and I mentioned that I needed three wheels so I could move mine to get some welding done on it. Without saying a word and without knowing my name or where I lived he wheeled the tires to the trunk of my car. Of course I told him both pieces of information but a good friendship was formed right there.
Jay, when we had moved the race car from his place to mine, promised to find some racing wheels for me. One morning, around that same time, he came in to work and motioned me to the window. He pointed to his truck and, initially, I didn’t know what I was supposed to see. Finally I made out three rims in the bed of the truck. I was excited even though there were no tires on them. The ”process“ was starting.
To be continued...
Although Andre agreed the money was good he didn’t like working out in the cold. It was just our luck that the first two we put up were in bad conditions (light snow for the second one). I can’t say I was overly happy about the weather either but I had made $85 towards paying off my new room in just two jobs. When I stopped at the office to tell Dick about Andre he told me that they had gotten more orders than expected and that he was going to have to hire a couple of guys to put them up as customers didn’t want to wait. He could see the distress on my face and said that I’d still be able to work on Saturdays. The discussion gave me an opportunity to express my concern about the “showings” of our new room. We were supposed to get a $25 credit for each one. But Elle never knew who was coming or when people were going to show up. According to Elle’s records she’d shown it 17 times. That would represent $425. However, according to Dick he’d only referred 10 people. That meant some of the neighbors were just stopping by on their own. Luckily, Dick had a record of just who he’d sent. After a bit of a discussion he agreed to give us a $40 credit for anyone who ordered an awning and room who wasn’t on his list. I still didn’t like it but it was better than nothing.
Even though Andre and Rena were an "item", Andre told me that he was sure that she was “hot” for me. I was embarrassed and I’m sure I blushed when he told me. The problem, other than I was happily married, was the only thing I could relate to her was seeing her panties. I actually found her to be a nice person and very bright. The fact that she was working directly with Jay on the Purchasing Department project sort of proved that. She’d pretty much left me alone after I’d rebuffed her those few Friday nights after DP moved into the new space. I guessed that she’d zoned in on Andre in place of me. I wondered what would happen next.
Once Data Processing moved into its own space we’d pretty much distanced ourselves from the Audit and Control Department. However, officially, we were still a part of that department. When plans were being circulated about a Christmas party Jo suggested that we have our own. She offered to have it at her parents restaurant. Of the six of us only Linda, who had been an Audit and Control employee when the DP area was started, was against it. She still had friends who worked there. Jay and I were definitely for it. Neither of us wanted to be anywhere near Leo, the Deputy Controller, at any time at all but especially if liquor was going to be served.
Elle had managed to put around $300 aside from her teaching money for Christmas. Our “want/need” list was heavily weighted on the “want” side. There was one thing that I hadn’t added to it. Actually, there were a lot of little things under one category... race car. Eric, the guy with racing experience who’d moved into the park during the latter part of Summer, was “bugging“ me to get started on it. He’d offered to re-weld the roll cage and bumpers for me but we had to be able to move it for him to do so. It was missing three wheels and was up on cement blocks out in the work area of the park. As I’ve said a few times in earlier posts, timing is everything. About that time we had the first measurable snow. And, as I’ve also mentioned, the traffic circle (round about) just down from the County Center was always a bottle neck. One day Elle had called for me to come home to re-light the heater. As soon as I pulled out onto the highway I was stopped by bumper to bumper traffic. Police were there and for those not wanting to head due East, they were directing us though this small development. Even with that it was slow going. I was sitting here ”stewing“ and happened to look to my left. There was a car parked next to a garage. Even though it was covered with snow I recognized it as a race car. I made note of it for future reference.
I’d only gone to the races twice that season and really hadn’t made note of car numbers and names. It was few days later when most of the snow had melted that I stopped on my way home. I walked around the car and noted that it was in the same division I’d be racing in. While I was looking at it this middle aged man with a huge mustache came out of the house. He demanded to know what I was doing. Somewhat taken aback I explained I was just looking as I was putting a car together for the next racing season. That changed his demeanor immediately. He told me his son raced the car but didn’t live with him. There were two rims with tires leaning against the car and I mentioned that I needed three wheels so I could move mine to get some welding done on it. Without saying a word and without knowing my name or where I lived he wheeled the tires to the trunk of my car. Of course I told him both pieces of information but a good friendship was formed right there.
Jay, when we had moved the race car from his place to mine, promised to find some racing wheels for me. One morning, around that same time, he came in to work and motioned me to the window. He pointed to his truck and, initially, I didn’t know what I was supposed to see. Finally I made out three rims in the bed of the truck. I was excited even though there were no tires on them. The ”process“ was starting.
To be continued...
Friday, July 22, 2011
FALL... November (Part 76b)
The next “big thing” was Thanksgiving. Even though my grandmother was in the hospital, in my grandfather’s mind it wasn’t Thanksgiving if the traditional family dinner wasn’t at the homestead. My brother was finally home so, with the exception of my grandmother, the whole family was together. We didn’t go to the hospital until after we’d eaten. I don’t remember why. We all went with the exception of Elle and the kids. It must’ve been around 4pm as we arrived. As I wheeled my grandfather into the room I expected to see Cammy, the nurse, sitting in her usual place over by the window. It only took a second or two to find her... and what a view! She was retrieving her personal things from the closet and was bent over at the waist. The VPL was incredible! The white uniform, even with a slip, was almost translucent and the crotch line seemed almost exaggerated. I got at least a ten second look and it took my breath away. My mother was the next one into the room and as she entered she addressed my grandmother. Hearing a voice Cammy stood up and, upon seeing both me and my grandfather already in the room, blushed. That caused me to blush as well. It was only a minute or two before her replacement arrived. She, compared to Cammy, was a BIG disappointment.
Andre was unmarried and a bit of a free spirit. I told him what I was planning on doing and asked if he wanted to make some money working with me. I won’t say that he jumped at the chance but he said he’d let me know. When it got to be the week of Thanksgiving I was in a bit of a panic. I pressed him on it and he said he’d do it if his girlfriend could come along. At that point I didn’t care. However, after I said “yes” I began to wonder if he expected her to get paid as well.
At work, Lucy slowly warmed up to Andre. It was pretty hard not to. As I said, he had an easy going way about him and fit right in with Jay, Jo and I. For about a week Reba had spent time working with Jay showing him the forms they used and explaining how they had done the manual tracking of the purchases. I kept my eye on her when I could but didn’t garner any more peeks (that I remember). I also didn’t notice that Andre had been talking with her. At least I hadn’t made note of it. On the Saturday that we were going to put the first awning and room up I visited the site before Andre got there and had marked out where the “rails” for the awning had to go. I was finishing up when I saw Rena walking towards me. I couldn't imagine why she was there. She had a big smile on her face and, because it was cold out, a big winter coat on. Andre was right behind her and his smile was even bigger than Rena’s. When he saw my face he laughed. As I was finding out, that was Andre.
Elle’s focus was totally on the new room. If she got a call to teach it would actually make her upset because it meant she couldn’t do anything to or with the room. The local radio station had a program called “Swap and Shop” where people could call in with items they were looking to get rid of. It didn’t cost anything to participate either as a buyer or seller. She’d found items including a rug and a small table to make the room more “homey” and, even better, they were free. I was the residual beneficiary of both the addition of the room and the hiring of Andre. I was getting home earlier, which pleased Elle, and the added space the room gave her had her in a perpetually good mood. When I’d ask for her to wear a certain combination of panties she wouldn’t initially resist like she usually would. As long as the kids were occupied she would let me enjoy “playing” on and in her panties. She knew I enjoyed it even more if she were wet and sometimes she would surprise me by peeing through a pair of her panties while sitting on the toilet and then come out and sit on my lap. For a while we’d gotten away from using wet foreplay but now she was very amenable to it. The end result was our love making increased significantly. It was certainly a very pleasant period of time.
The only other thing of note in November was that GT, the cute blond that worked in the Audit and Control Department, got married the Sunday after Thanksgiving. When the invitation arrived Elle was very suspicious. I tried to explain and told her the truth but she had doubts. Even the fact that my grandfather had received an invitation didn’t sway her. (GT’s grandfather and my grandfather were best friends) Right after the wedding GT and her new husband were moving to Michigan and I really wanted to see her before she left.
We had Janelle watch the kids which was the first time I’d seen her up close in over a month. Every time I’d see her up close I’d try to check her for a VPL and on this day she’d worn a pair of wool slacks. The material was too thick to see anything. I was a bit disappointed.
Elle actually enjoyed herself at the reception. GT's family was from the same town where we'd lived as kids and Elle got to see some people she hadn't seen in years. My mother took care of the wedding gift for us telling us that it was to count as one of our Christmas presents. I didn’t mind because I wasn’t out any cash. I’d wanted one dance with GT before she left but decided that it wasn’t a real good idea. As I watched her out on the dance floor I could visualize her dancing in just her panties and bra. I still can.
On our way home Elle decided to treat the kids to ice cream. I suggested that we get enough for Janelle as well. It’s always amazed me how a simple pleasure can bring so much joy to some people. Janelle’s response was one of complete surprise. She almost couldn’t believe that we’d do that for her. I got my “reward” about the time she was leaving to go home. The kids absolutely loved her and demanded a “goodbye kiss”. When she bent over her blouse pulled out of her slacks and I could see the now familiar waist elastic of the same cotton panties I’d bought for Elle. I couldn’t see another pair but I was sure they were there as well. As I walked her to her trailer I remember thinking that I hoped my girls would grow up to be as nice as she was.
To be continued...
The next “big thing” was Thanksgiving. Even though my grandmother was in the hospital, in my grandfather’s mind it wasn’t Thanksgiving if the traditional family dinner wasn’t at the homestead. My brother was finally home so, with the exception of my grandmother, the whole family was together. We didn’t go to the hospital until after we’d eaten. I don’t remember why. We all went with the exception of Elle and the kids. It must’ve been around 4pm as we arrived. As I wheeled my grandfather into the room I expected to see Cammy, the nurse, sitting in her usual place over by the window. It only took a second or two to find her... and what a view! She was retrieving her personal things from the closet and was bent over at the waist. The VPL was incredible! The white uniform, even with a slip, was almost translucent and the crotch line seemed almost exaggerated. I got at least a ten second look and it took my breath away. My mother was the next one into the room and as she entered she addressed my grandmother. Hearing a voice Cammy stood up and, upon seeing both me and my grandfather already in the room, blushed. That caused me to blush as well. It was only a minute or two before her replacement arrived. She, compared to Cammy, was a BIG disappointment.
Andre was unmarried and a bit of a free spirit. I told him what I was planning on doing and asked if he wanted to make some money working with me. I won’t say that he jumped at the chance but he said he’d let me know. When it got to be the week of Thanksgiving I was in a bit of a panic. I pressed him on it and he said he’d do it if his girlfriend could come along. At that point I didn’t care. However, after I said “yes” I began to wonder if he expected her to get paid as well.
At work, Lucy slowly warmed up to Andre. It was pretty hard not to. As I said, he had an easy going way about him and fit right in with Jay, Jo and I. For about a week Reba had spent time working with Jay showing him the forms they used and explaining how they had done the manual tracking of the purchases. I kept my eye on her when I could but didn’t garner any more peeks (that I remember). I also didn’t notice that Andre had been talking with her. At least I hadn’t made note of it. On the Saturday that we were going to put the first awning and room up I visited the site before Andre got there and had marked out where the “rails” for the awning had to go. I was finishing up when I saw Rena walking towards me. I couldn't imagine why she was there. She had a big smile on her face and, because it was cold out, a big winter coat on. Andre was right behind her and his smile was even bigger than Rena’s. When he saw my face he laughed. As I was finding out, that was Andre.
Elle’s focus was totally on the new room. If she got a call to teach it would actually make her upset because it meant she couldn’t do anything to or with the room. The local radio station had a program called “Swap and Shop” where people could call in with items they were looking to get rid of. It didn’t cost anything to participate either as a buyer or seller. She’d found items including a rug and a small table to make the room more “homey” and, even better, they were free. I was the residual beneficiary of both the addition of the room and the hiring of Andre. I was getting home earlier, which pleased Elle, and the added space the room gave her had her in a perpetually good mood. When I’d ask for her to wear a certain combination of panties she wouldn’t initially resist like she usually would. As long as the kids were occupied she would let me enjoy “playing” on and in her panties. She knew I enjoyed it even more if she were wet and sometimes she would surprise me by peeing through a pair of her panties while sitting on the toilet and then come out and sit on my lap. For a while we’d gotten away from using wet foreplay but now she was very amenable to it. The end result was our love making increased significantly. It was certainly a very pleasant period of time.
The only other thing of note in November was that GT, the cute blond that worked in the Audit and Control Department, got married the Sunday after Thanksgiving. When the invitation arrived Elle was very suspicious. I tried to explain and told her the truth but she had doubts. Even the fact that my grandfather had received an invitation didn’t sway her. (GT’s grandfather and my grandfather were best friends) Right after the wedding GT and her new husband were moving to Michigan and I really wanted to see her before she left.
We had Janelle watch the kids which was the first time I’d seen her up close in over a month. Every time I’d see her up close I’d try to check her for a VPL and on this day she’d worn a pair of wool slacks. The material was too thick to see anything. I was a bit disappointed.
Elle actually enjoyed herself at the reception. GT's family was from the same town where we'd lived as kids and Elle got to see some people she hadn't seen in years. My mother took care of the wedding gift for us telling us that it was to count as one of our Christmas presents. I didn’t mind because I wasn’t out any cash. I’d wanted one dance with GT before she left but decided that it wasn’t a real good idea. As I watched her out on the dance floor I could visualize her dancing in just her panties and bra. I still can.
On our way home Elle decided to treat the kids to ice cream. I suggested that we get enough for Janelle as well. It’s always amazed me how a simple pleasure can bring so much joy to some people. Janelle’s response was one of complete surprise. She almost couldn’t believe that we’d do that for her. I got my “reward” about the time she was leaving to go home. The kids absolutely loved her and demanded a “goodbye kiss”. When she bent over her blouse pulled out of her slacks and I could see the now familiar waist elastic of the same cotton panties I’d bought for Elle. I couldn’t see another pair but I was sure they were there as well. As I walked her to her trailer I remember thinking that I hoped my girls would grow up to be as nice as she was.
To be continued...
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
FALL... November (Part 76a)
Andre started work around the first of the month. It was readily obvious that he was familiar with the equipment we had. I’d actually written down all the steps I had to take to process payroll and Jo was doing the same for the appropriations accounting. The hardest part for him was learning the “jargon” we used. However, Lucy was a bit of a problem. She was still upset that she had to pretty much go back to just keypunching. Pouty would probably be the best way to describe her. Because Jay had been letting her process a lot of the work DP had taken on for some of the other departments within the County it was expected that she would show Andre what she did. She didn’t think so. She took the position that since she was “just a key punch operator” she really wasn’t responsible for anything more. It wasn’t “fun” for a few weeks.
Andre’s personality won her over after a while. Jo and I really liked working with him because he was always smiling and willing to take on any project. With him getting comfortable in the job, Jay was anxious to take on the task of programming the invoice tracking that Rena had suggested to her boss, the director of Purchasing. Once he started it seemed like Rena spent more time in our area than she did in the purchasing office. On one of the first days she worked with Jay I happened to look her way and she had somehow hiked her skirt up so that she could sit on the calf of her leg. If I moved just a bit I could see the magic little white triangle. I tried not to be too obvious but she did catch me and immediately smiled. I didn’t mind her knowing but I certainly didn’t want to be caught by the others in the office.
All the parts to my new awning and room were delivered at about the same time. I got home and saw this huge pile of cardboard boxes stacked in my yard. I checked with Dick at the park office and he said that he and his brother would be to my trailer first thing that Saturday morning. That night, as I stared at the pile, I remember shaking my head saying that there was no way that it would all go together in just one day. Elle was really excited about it because it would mean that we’d be able to set up our Christmas tree in the new room and wouldn’t have to rearrange the living room to accommodate it. I found her interest in Christmas a little upsetting since we weren’t even close to Thanksgiving.
I’d been both right and wrong about concern about how long it would take to erect both the awning and room. Even though none of the three of us had ever done it before we found that if we followed the instructions it was really pretty easy. It took about ten hours to get the room so that it could be considered “up”. When we finally quit for the day there were still a lot of little things like caulking, installing crank handles for the windows, door hardware and the like to be done. I remember Elle standing inside it and marveling how big it was. As I’d mentioned before, she had no ability for spatial relationships... at all! As the “boys” left I remember thinking that it was one of the few times that I’d seen Ben be even moderately civil. I also remember that Dick commented that it was definitely not a “one man job”.
Dick had left me the keys to the pick up truck that was used around the park so I could haul all the cardboard out of the yard. Other than taking my grandfather to the hospital for his visit that was my main job on Sunday. While I did that Elle was doing her planning on how the new space was to be used. The first thing I was greeted with upon my return was that I had to do something about the floor. It was nothing more than the concrete patio... and it was cold. Elle had called her mother to tell her that the room was up. Since the fishing season was over her father was home and suggested that they take a ride to come see it. Elle complained about the cold cement and her father suggested that we make a false floor by laying sheets of plywood over a grid of 2x2’s. That would create a dead air space which would act like insulation. It made sense to me and I was glad he’d come to see it even though it meant spending some money that we didn’t really have.
That Monday I told Jay what I’d been working on and asked if he’d help me put down the wood for the floor. He said he would and the two of us headed for the lumber yard during our lunch. We actually got it roughly laid out before going back to work. That night, using Jay’s Skil saw, I cut it to fit and had it all in place by the time the kids went to bed. Elle had been busy during the day and had bought some material and borrowed a sewing machine. She’d made curtains for the windows although we needed the hardware to put them up.
Reality hit on Tuesday when she got a call from Ben up at the office. We’d had people from the trailer park stop by to see what we were doing but Dick had politely told them he couldn’t talk with them since we were trying to get the project finished before nightfall. Now these same people wanted to see the somewhat finished product. It wasn’t that she’d forgotten that part of the “deal” but she was so caught up in making the space livable that she wasn’t prepared. I don’t remember how many people ended up stopping by but I know Elle was upset by the end of the day. For my part, all I could see was dollar signs. Each different family meant another $25 off what I owed for the whole thing.
The “visits” paid off for the “boys” as well. They had at least four orders as a result and that meant more money in my pocket. It took about ten days from placing an order to delivery. I remember the first one was scheduled for the Saturday after Thanksgiving. The problem was that I was going to need at least one person to help me. I hoped that Dick would be the person but he said that putting the one up was enough for him.
To be continued...
Andre started work around the first of the month. It was readily obvious that he was familiar with the equipment we had. I’d actually written down all the steps I had to take to process payroll and Jo was doing the same for the appropriations accounting. The hardest part for him was learning the “jargon” we used. However, Lucy was a bit of a problem. She was still upset that she had to pretty much go back to just keypunching. Pouty would probably be the best way to describe her. Because Jay had been letting her process a lot of the work DP had taken on for some of the other departments within the County it was expected that she would show Andre what she did. She didn’t think so. She took the position that since she was “just a key punch operator” she really wasn’t responsible for anything more. It wasn’t “fun” for a few weeks.
Andre’s personality won her over after a while. Jo and I really liked working with him because he was always smiling and willing to take on any project. With him getting comfortable in the job, Jay was anxious to take on the task of programming the invoice tracking that Rena had suggested to her boss, the director of Purchasing. Once he started it seemed like Rena spent more time in our area than she did in the purchasing office. On one of the first days she worked with Jay I happened to look her way and she had somehow hiked her skirt up so that she could sit on the calf of her leg. If I moved just a bit I could see the magic little white triangle. I tried not to be too obvious but she did catch me and immediately smiled. I didn’t mind her knowing but I certainly didn’t want to be caught by the others in the office.
All the parts to my new awning and room were delivered at about the same time. I got home and saw this huge pile of cardboard boxes stacked in my yard. I checked with Dick at the park office and he said that he and his brother would be to my trailer first thing that Saturday morning. That night, as I stared at the pile, I remember shaking my head saying that there was no way that it would all go together in just one day. Elle was really excited about it because it would mean that we’d be able to set up our Christmas tree in the new room and wouldn’t have to rearrange the living room to accommodate it. I found her interest in Christmas a little upsetting since we weren’t even close to Thanksgiving.
I’d been both right and wrong about concern about how long it would take to erect both the awning and room. Even though none of the three of us had ever done it before we found that if we followed the instructions it was really pretty easy. It took about ten hours to get the room so that it could be considered “up”. When we finally quit for the day there were still a lot of little things like caulking, installing crank handles for the windows, door hardware and the like to be done. I remember Elle standing inside it and marveling how big it was. As I’d mentioned before, she had no ability for spatial relationships... at all! As the “boys” left I remember thinking that it was one of the few times that I’d seen Ben be even moderately civil. I also remember that Dick commented that it was definitely not a “one man job”.
Dick had left me the keys to the pick up truck that was used around the park so I could haul all the cardboard out of the yard. Other than taking my grandfather to the hospital for his visit that was my main job on Sunday. While I did that Elle was doing her planning on how the new space was to be used. The first thing I was greeted with upon my return was that I had to do something about the floor. It was nothing more than the concrete patio... and it was cold. Elle had called her mother to tell her that the room was up. Since the fishing season was over her father was home and suggested that they take a ride to come see it. Elle complained about the cold cement and her father suggested that we make a false floor by laying sheets of plywood over a grid of 2x2’s. That would create a dead air space which would act like insulation. It made sense to me and I was glad he’d come to see it even though it meant spending some money that we didn’t really have.
That Monday I told Jay what I’d been working on and asked if he’d help me put down the wood for the floor. He said he would and the two of us headed for the lumber yard during our lunch. We actually got it roughly laid out before going back to work. That night, using Jay’s Skil saw, I cut it to fit and had it all in place by the time the kids went to bed. Elle had been busy during the day and had bought some material and borrowed a sewing machine. She’d made curtains for the windows although we needed the hardware to put them up.
Reality hit on Tuesday when she got a call from Ben up at the office. We’d had people from the trailer park stop by to see what we were doing but Dick had politely told them he couldn’t talk with them since we were trying to get the project finished before nightfall. Now these same people wanted to see the somewhat finished product. It wasn’t that she’d forgotten that part of the “deal” but she was so caught up in making the space livable that she wasn’t prepared. I don’t remember how many people ended up stopping by but I know Elle was upset by the end of the day. For my part, all I could see was dollar signs. Each different family meant another $25 off what I owed for the whole thing.
The “visits” paid off for the “boys” as well. They had at least four orders as a result and that meant more money in my pocket. It took about ten days from placing an order to delivery. I remember the first one was scheduled for the Saturday after Thanksgiving. The problem was that I was going to need at least one person to help me. I hoped that Dick would be the person but he said that putting the one up was enough for him.
To be continued...
Monday, July 18, 2011
FALL... October (Part 75f)
Elle’s birthday was coming up rapidly. I’d learned from my experience with the Sears catalog that Elle would turn down the corner of pages when she saw something that she’d like to have. I pretty much knew that I’d find a few of her “desires” in either the Sears or Montgomery Ward catalogs and I didn’t have to look for very long. A car coat in the Wards “wish book” was even circled. I’d not been to the new Wards catalog store and decided to place the order on my lunch break. As it was meant to be a catalog store it wasn’t very big and there were only a few bins with merchandise for purchase. As I walked past them heading for the order counter my eyes caught a glimpse of something very near and dear to me... panties. There were maybe 20 or so bins with all types of products ranging from the panties to towels to motor oil and small tools. There were a few people placing orders so I stopped at the panties bin. As I got up close I recognized them as being similar to the ones Janelle had started wearing. I picked up one pair and saw the label read “Carol Brent” but what really got my attention was that the size of them read “Small”. The sign attached to the face of the bin read “SALE 6 for $3.49”. I quickly found six pair of the small size and headed for the counter. Standing there waiting for a clerk I could feel that they were way softer than any of Elle’s heavy cotton panties. Most of Elle’s panties were badly stained and needed to be replaced. I knew Elle wanted the coat but I wanted the panties for her. I left the store wanting to give them to her that night but decided it was best to wait for her birthday.
When I got to work on Monday I knew Jay was there because his truck was in the parking lot. Jo didn’t know where he was either. Lucy was still visibly upset but there wasn’t much Jo or I could say. As Jo and I headed out for our break we saw Jay coming down the hall from the Civil Service office. He had a look of resignation on his face and motioned for us to go back into the work space. The situation was very complicated. Leo had told Jay that he’d forwarded the request to Civil Service and they were to blame for the hold up. With Leo’s reputation, Jay didn’t believe him. So, he came in early and “camped out” by the Civil Service office and waited for the director. The short version was that they (CS) didn’t have job descriptions for any Data Processing employees except for the key punch operators. That was why Jo, who was doing very little key punching and was primarily a machine operator, was still classified in that position. The director apologized and tried to explain the chaotic situation at Civil Service. He told Jay that one way he could get around the lack of a job description was to have the Controller hire someone in as an outside contractor. As such the person would not be eligible for benefits. That was how Jay was originally hired. We all looked at each other thinking the same thing... it couldn’t be Lucy or she’d have to give up all the benefits she’d accrued.
Jay said he had a person to possibly fill the position. It was his cousin, Andre, who both Jo and I had worked with on the clean up project out on the barrier beach earlier in the year. Jay was pretty sure he'd do it and since he'd worked with Jay when Jay was with Remington Rand knew he was capable. Of course that left Lucy on the "outside" and made things a little "chilly" for the rest of us on the "inside". Jay went to the Controller directly for permission to hire Andre, bypassing Leo, which created a little more "friction". But, at least something was going to happen. All Jo and I could do was hope that it worked.
Elle’s birthday was on a Saturday which was perfect. By then the mornings were fairly cool and I’d promised I’d go grocery shopping with her so she didn’t have to try and control two kids. I’d picked up the new coat a few days prior and managed to sneak it into the coat closet without her seeing it. After bundling the kids up she headed for the closet to get her coat but I cut her off and reached in and pulled out the new one. The look on her face was what I’d hoped for. Later, after lunch and the kids were down for their naps, I went into our bedroom and pulled out the new panties. I went into her panty drawer and pulled out a random six pair of her Carter’s Spanky Pants and spread them out on the bed in a row. I then put the new ones right next to them. The difference was startling. Bright white versus a very dingy yellowish color. I then went down the hall and brought her back to the bedroom.
I’d tried for a while to get her to upgrade her cotton panties but she’d put it off by saying that new ones would get “ruined“. As she looked at the panties I proceeded to pick up the old ones and threw them into the waste basket. She just stood there looking at them and then me with a bit of a smile and then started to undo her pants. She said that she knew what I wanted her to do without my asking and she proceeded to step out of her pants and and the panties that she was wearing. I handed her a pair of the new ones and felt a bulge starting as she pulled them up. I then gave her a big hug with my hands holding firmly on to her butt. As I rubbed it I could feel a very definite difference. The new panties were incredibly soft. I just hoped that she liked them and would wear them. In my mind it was time to retire the old Spanky Pants. I knew there were a lot of fancy panties that were in her drawer and pretty much unworn because she didn’t want to ”ruin“ them. But I vowed to myself to make sure she wore these new ones.
To be continued...
Elle’s birthday was coming up rapidly. I’d learned from my experience with the Sears catalog that Elle would turn down the corner of pages when she saw something that she’d like to have. I pretty much knew that I’d find a few of her “desires” in either the Sears or Montgomery Ward catalogs and I didn’t have to look for very long. A car coat in the Wards “wish book” was even circled. I’d not been to the new Wards catalog store and decided to place the order on my lunch break. As it was meant to be a catalog store it wasn’t very big and there were only a few bins with merchandise for purchase. As I walked past them heading for the order counter my eyes caught a glimpse of something very near and dear to me... panties. There were maybe 20 or so bins with all types of products ranging from the panties to towels to motor oil and small tools. There were a few people placing orders so I stopped at the panties bin. As I got up close I recognized them as being similar to the ones Janelle had started wearing. I picked up one pair and saw the label read “Carol Brent” but what really got my attention was that the size of them read “Small”. The sign attached to the face of the bin read “SALE 6 for $3.49”. I quickly found six pair of the small size and headed for the counter. Standing there waiting for a clerk I could feel that they were way softer than any of Elle’s heavy cotton panties. Most of Elle’s panties were badly stained and needed to be replaced. I knew Elle wanted the coat but I wanted the panties for her. I left the store wanting to give them to her that night but decided it was best to wait for her birthday.
When I got to work on Monday I knew Jay was there because his truck was in the parking lot. Jo didn’t know where he was either. Lucy was still visibly upset but there wasn’t much Jo or I could say. As Jo and I headed out for our break we saw Jay coming down the hall from the Civil Service office. He had a look of resignation on his face and motioned for us to go back into the work space. The situation was very complicated. Leo had told Jay that he’d forwarded the request to Civil Service and they were to blame for the hold up. With Leo’s reputation, Jay didn’t believe him. So, he came in early and “camped out” by the Civil Service office and waited for the director. The short version was that they (CS) didn’t have job descriptions for any Data Processing employees except for the key punch operators. That was why Jo, who was doing very little key punching and was primarily a machine operator, was still classified in that position. The director apologized and tried to explain the chaotic situation at Civil Service. He told Jay that one way he could get around the lack of a job description was to have the Controller hire someone in as an outside contractor. As such the person would not be eligible for benefits. That was how Jay was originally hired. We all looked at each other thinking the same thing... it couldn’t be Lucy or she’d have to give up all the benefits she’d accrued.
Jay said he had a person to possibly fill the position. It was his cousin, Andre, who both Jo and I had worked with on the clean up project out on the barrier beach earlier in the year. Jay was pretty sure he'd do it and since he'd worked with Jay when Jay was with Remington Rand knew he was capable. Of course that left Lucy on the "outside" and made things a little "chilly" for the rest of us on the "inside". Jay went to the Controller directly for permission to hire Andre, bypassing Leo, which created a little more "friction". But, at least something was going to happen. All Jo and I could do was hope that it worked.
Elle’s birthday was on a Saturday which was perfect. By then the mornings were fairly cool and I’d promised I’d go grocery shopping with her so she didn’t have to try and control two kids. I’d picked up the new coat a few days prior and managed to sneak it into the coat closet without her seeing it. After bundling the kids up she headed for the closet to get her coat but I cut her off and reached in and pulled out the new one. The look on her face was what I’d hoped for. Later, after lunch and the kids were down for their naps, I went into our bedroom and pulled out the new panties. I went into her panty drawer and pulled out a random six pair of her Carter’s Spanky Pants and spread them out on the bed in a row. I then put the new ones right next to them. The difference was startling. Bright white versus a very dingy yellowish color. I then went down the hall and brought her back to the bedroom.
I’d tried for a while to get her to upgrade her cotton panties but she’d put it off by saying that new ones would get “ruined“. As she looked at the panties I proceeded to pick up the old ones and threw them into the waste basket. She just stood there looking at them and then me with a bit of a smile and then started to undo her pants. She said that she knew what I wanted her to do without my asking and she proceeded to step out of her pants and and the panties that she was wearing. I handed her a pair of the new ones and felt a bulge starting as she pulled them up. I then gave her a big hug with my hands holding firmly on to her butt. As I rubbed it I could feel a very definite difference. The new panties were incredibly soft. I just hoped that she liked them and would wear them. In my mind it was time to retire the old Spanky Pants. I knew there were a lot of fancy panties that were in her drawer and pretty much unworn because she didn’t want to ”ruin“ them. But I vowed to myself to make sure she wore these new ones.
To be continued...
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
FALL... October (Part 75e)
It’s strange how circumstances sometimes occur to fit a current situation. When I got back to the trailer Elle was fussing about not having any place to put the new toys that Anne had received for her birthday. I let her “fuss”, not wanting to appear to be too anxious to come up with a solution. That night, as we were putting the kids to bed, Elle brought the subject up again. All the available floor space in Anne’s room was taken up with toys belonging to both the kids. She was going to have to go into a bed fairly soon which would take up more room than the crib. As we walked down the hall I casually said that we could possibly add a room. Her first reaction to that was to ask where it would go and then to ask how would we pay for it.
Without giving her all the details that Dick had proposed to me I explained the location and size of the room. Since she had absolutely no conceptual ability to judge size, I took her outside and walked off the area that the room would occupy. The best part of that was that she didn’t have any negatives about it. I decided to withhold the fact that if we did go forth with it that we’d have to “show” it to prospects. I wanted Elle to fully buy into the “need” for the room first.
Taking my grandfather to the hospital to see my grandmother was a lot easier now that Summer had passed. It also helped that the nurse on duty when we’d arrive was Cammy. I knew I’d get a few VPLs while there and that helped pass the time. Through casual conversation I was able to learn where she lived. I had it in mind to possibly ride by a few times hoping to see panties on a clothes line. Even though it was anew development I was familiar with the area. Now all I had to do was find the time to go there.
Back at the trailer I was pleased to find Elle asking questions about the new room I’d proposed. She was already laying out the room in her mind. She envisioned it as a playroom for the kids that would get them (and there toys) out of the trailer and give us some peace of mind. I let her go on still holding back the negative side of the offer. It was my goal to make her want the room so much that she’d accept the idea of having to show it to strangers. As we went to bed I felt good about the prospects.
I’ve mentioned that I’d pretty much put Rena down when she’d come to ask me if I’d be coming over to her office on Friday nights. Even though she’d shown disappointment she still continued to come over during her breaks and continued to ask questions about data processing. Jay had commented a few times on how just fast she’d picked up on the conceptual side of it. So, it wasn’t a complete surprise to Jay that she came in and asked if she could bring her boss, the head of the purchasing department over to see him. She’d applied some of what she’d gleaned from her visits and suggested to her boss that by using DP it would streamline the whole purchasing process.
But, as far a Jay was concerned the timing couldn’t have been worse. Although the computer wasn’t being fully utilized we didn’t have the personnel necessary to do any more than we were doing. The request for another “operator” was sitting in the Deputy Controller’s office. Jay, by nature, was non confrontational. Even though he’d stated that he was ready to “do battle” with the Deputy about the position, he hadn’t. We were all keeping logs of the work we were doing and when we were doing it to help “sell” the idea that another person was needed but Jay hadn’t done anything with them. The meeting with the head of purchasing was the push he needed.
It was on Friday afternoon that Jay was scheduled to meet with Leo. I remember Jo, Lucy and I wishing him “luck” as he left the office with the logs in hand. It was a long afternoon for us as Jay didn’t get back until well after 5pm. I knew him well enough to know it hadn’t gone well. I also knew enough not to ask him about it. I’d learned that when he was good and ready he’d tell me what transpired. Lucy, who we’d pretty much hand picked as the one we wanted, was beside herself, not knowing. Jay and Jo left right after he’d returned and Lucy followed soon after leaving me alone. I’d wasted some time surmising with Jo what was happening in Leo’s office and still had to finish a report before I left. I was focused on that and never saw Rena walk in through the back door.
She was dressed in her waitress uniform and it was obvious she was on her way out for the night. I’d not tried to explain why I had sort of rebuffed her and for some reason felt I needed to explain. It wasn’t like I was attracted to her but I did consider her a sort of friend. (and that wasn’t because she’d invited me to watch her change her clothes) She seemed sincere when she said she understood. She turned to leave and as she did she flipped the hem of her uniform up. Truthfully, I didn’t see anything but the gesture was appreciated.
Elle and I had talked briefly about the room during the week and she’d agreed that it would be a benefit. I still hadn’t discussed that she’d have to agree to let it be shown. I knew Dick was waiting for an answer so “bit the bullet” and told her about it when I got home. I’d pretty much been right by letting her sell herself on the “need” for the room. However, I did have to do a "selling" job on her to agree to the showing aspect of it. On Saturday morning when I went to the office to work out the details I was excited. So was Dick. The best part of the whole thing was that I didn’t have to put out any money up front. My “deal” was that I’d get paid a minimum of $35 to install a unit and would only work on the weekends. I’d would work off the cost over time... plus get a $25 “credit” for each time we showed the room. It was quite a deal!
To be continued...
It’s strange how circumstances sometimes occur to fit a current situation. When I got back to the trailer Elle was fussing about not having any place to put the new toys that Anne had received for her birthday. I let her “fuss”, not wanting to appear to be too anxious to come up with a solution. That night, as we were putting the kids to bed, Elle brought the subject up again. All the available floor space in Anne’s room was taken up with toys belonging to both the kids. She was going to have to go into a bed fairly soon which would take up more room than the crib. As we walked down the hall I casually said that we could possibly add a room. Her first reaction to that was to ask where it would go and then to ask how would we pay for it.
Without giving her all the details that Dick had proposed to me I explained the location and size of the room. Since she had absolutely no conceptual ability to judge size, I took her outside and walked off the area that the room would occupy. The best part of that was that she didn’t have any negatives about it. I decided to withhold the fact that if we did go forth with it that we’d have to “show” it to prospects. I wanted Elle to fully buy into the “need” for the room first.
Taking my grandfather to the hospital to see my grandmother was a lot easier now that Summer had passed. It also helped that the nurse on duty when we’d arrive was Cammy. I knew I’d get a few VPLs while there and that helped pass the time. Through casual conversation I was able to learn where she lived. I had it in mind to possibly ride by a few times hoping to see panties on a clothes line. Even though it was anew development I was familiar with the area. Now all I had to do was find the time to go there.
Back at the trailer I was pleased to find Elle asking questions about the new room I’d proposed. She was already laying out the room in her mind. She envisioned it as a playroom for the kids that would get them (and there toys) out of the trailer and give us some peace of mind. I let her go on still holding back the negative side of the offer. It was my goal to make her want the room so much that she’d accept the idea of having to show it to strangers. As we went to bed I felt good about the prospects.
I’ve mentioned that I’d pretty much put Rena down when she’d come to ask me if I’d be coming over to her office on Friday nights. Even though she’d shown disappointment she still continued to come over during her breaks and continued to ask questions about data processing. Jay had commented a few times on how just fast she’d picked up on the conceptual side of it. So, it wasn’t a complete surprise to Jay that she came in and asked if she could bring her boss, the head of the purchasing department over to see him. She’d applied some of what she’d gleaned from her visits and suggested to her boss that by using DP it would streamline the whole purchasing process.
But, as far a Jay was concerned the timing couldn’t have been worse. Although the computer wasn’t being fully utilized we didn’t have the personnel necessary to do any more than we were doing. The request for another “operator” was sitting in the Deputy Controller’s office. Jay, by nature, was non confrontational. Even though he’d stated that he was ready to “do battle” with the Deputy about the position, he hadn’t. We were all keeping logs of the work we were doing and when we were doing it to help “sell” the idea that another person was needed but Jay hadn’t done anything with them. The meeting with the head of purchasing was the push he needed.
It was on Friday afternoon that Jay was scheduled to meet with Leo. I remember Jo, Lucy and I wishing him “luck” as he left the office with the logs in hand. It was a long afternoon for us as Jay didn’t get back until well after 5pm. I knew him well enough to know it hadn’t gone well. I also knew enough not to ask him about it. I’d learned that when he was good and ready he’d tell me what transpired. Lucy, who we’d pretty much hand picked as the one we wanted, was beside herself, not knowing. Jay and Jo left right after he’d returned and Lucy followed soon after leaving me alone. I’d wasted some time surmising with Jo what was happening in Leo’s office and still had to finish a report before I left. I was focused on that and never saw Rena walk in through the back door.
She was dressed in her waitress uniform and it was obvious she was on her way out for the night. I’d not tried to explain why I had sort of rebuffed her and for some reason felt I needed to explain. It wasn’t like I was attracted to her but I did consider her a sort of friend. (and that wasn’t because she’d invited me to watch her change her clothes) She seemed sincere when she said she understood. She turned to leave and as she did she flipped the hem of her uniform up. Truthfully, I didn’t see anything but the gesture was appreciated.
Elle and I had talked briefly about the room during the week and she’d agreed that it would be a benefit. I still hadn’t discussed that she’d have to agree to let it be shown. I knew Dick was waiting for an answer so “bit the bullet” and told her about it when I got home. I’d pretty much been right by letting her sell herself on the “need” for the room. However, I did have to do a "selling" job on her to agree to the showing aspect of it. On Saturday morning when I went to the office to work out the details I was excited. So was Dick. The best part of the whole thing was that I didn’t have to put out any money up front. My “deal” was that I’d get paid a minimum of $35 to install a unit and would only work on the weekends. I’d would work off the cost over time... plus get a $25 “credit” for each time we showed the room. It was quite a deal!
To be continued...
Sunday, July 10, 2011
FALL... October (Part 75d)
She headed down the hall to check on the kids. I stayed in bed waiting to hear the bathroom door open. When it did I started to get up but before I could pull my pants on Elle was there telling me to wait until Janelle was through. I was sort of put off because I’d hoped to get to see her when she got out of bed hoping to catch a “peek”. I was on my feet and heard the door close so I headed on down the hall. Elle was stripping the blankets and sheets off the sofa bed as Janelle’s sister went out the door with Elle saying she was going over to their trailer to feed their cat. By then I could hear Jean, our oldest, calling asking if she could get up. I told her “yes” and when she came out into the living room was disappointed that the girls weren’t there. By then Elle was in the kitchen starting to prepare breakfast. She had me set the table and as I was doing that the phone rang. It was Millie, the mother, asking for Janelle. Elle went down to see if she was done showering and when she returned there was Janelle, wrapped in a bright yellow bath towel following her. Being rather tiny the towel encased her body and I was unable to see anything but her shoulders and legs from the knees down.
With her on the phone I headed on down to the bathroom. I really needed to go. As I walked in the steam from her shower still permeated the air. When I turned towards the toilet to pee I noticed that she’d laid out her clean clothes on top of the washing machine with her bra on top of her blouse. I saw the label and bent over to peer at it... 32B. It was nice to know because she always wore her blouses loose and I’d often thought there was something there. Right next to them were her panties right on top of the pants she was going to wear. I’d snuck a peek at them to check the labels the night before but the way they were laid out I could now see the crotch area. There was a slight discoloration on the nylon ones. Interesting!
I finished up, flushed the toilet and went to wash my hands but there in the sink was her “package”. The plastic pants were holding the whole mess in place. I could see the cotton panties inside and actually felt them... wet right to the waist elastic. It had only taken a few seconds but I was at “full attention”. My first thought was that when I opened the door Janelle would be standing there and there was no way to hide my predicament. The second thought was that if she was there she’d know I saw her “package”. I decided to leave and take my chances heading for my bedroom. Doing it that way my back would be to her hoping that she wouldn’t see anything. I’d have to deal with her embarrassment about the “package” later.
I held my breath as I opened the door. Only it wasn’t Janelle who was waiting... it was my oldest daughter... holding herself. I apologized and quickly ducked into the bedroom to “deflate”. As I sat on the bed Elle walked in asking why I’d disappeared. I know I flushed red and mumbled something. She just shook her head and went back down the hall. By then I was “normal” and headed for breakfast. I was surprised and relieved to see Janelle still on the phone.
By the time Janelle was dressed her sister had returned and we all had breakfast together. Millie had called to say they would be home later than expected and had given Janelle specific instructions as to what she and her sister had to do as far as cleaning the trailer and doing the wash. Hearing wash mentioned I made it a point to find something to do in our back yard later that day so I could possibly check how many of Janelle’s panties were in it. I smiled to myself as I did.
When Dick, one of the trailer park owners, stopped by the meeting hall when I was cleaning it up after the birthday party he asked if I would stop by the office Saturday. I was curious as to why but not overly so. I figured I’d start there before getting to my weekend chores. As soon as I walked in he pulled a folder out from his desk and asked me to take a look at it. They were brochures for aluminum awnings for trailers and also patio rooms. I hadn’t ever mentioned either to him so was puzzled. He then asked if I might be interested in having a room built. I’m sure I laughed. I probably had less than $150 in the bank and owed for the first fuel delivery of the season. But, he was serious.
All the new pads that I’d helped to build the previous Summer were now filled and trailer sales had slowed dramatically. Dick and his brother went looking for new ways to make money and had decided that awnings and patio rooms were the way to go. The problem was that they needed to have a display. Once built they were semi permanent so they didn’t want to put one on a trailer in the sales lot. That’s where I came into the picture. They offered to build an 8’ X 16’ foot room for me. I'd only have to pay what they paid for it and they would erect it without cost to me... provided that they could use it to show to prospective buyers. As soon as I heard the offer I knew Elle would never go for it and told him so. He said to “sleep on it” and, if I was interested, he’d hire me to put them up on weekends. That part I liked but told him I’d have to get back to him.
As I walked into the yard I could see wash on both ours and the neighbors wash lines. I immediately remembered that I wanted to get a look next door to see just how many of Janelle’s panties were there. The problem was in coming up with a reason to be back there. Elle had started a small vegetable garden and it was located behind the wash line. Gardens were not my “thing” and I don’t think I’d ever gone back there... but I did. I was hoping that Elle didn’t appear. If she had I don’t think I would’ve had an answer as to why I was there. From that area I got a real good look at the neighbor's line. I already knew that Millie liked to hang the “unmentionables” on the very back line and Janelle or her sister had done the same. Because of the angle I couldn’t get an accurate count but it was easily over a dozen pair. It was easy to differentiate Janelle’s panties from those of her mother and sister from their size. I was pleased that I’d remembered to go take a look.
To be continued...
She headed down the hall to check on the kids. I stayed in bed waiting to hear the bathroom door open. When it did I started to get up but before I could pull my pants on Elle was there telling me to wait until Janelle was through. I was sort of put off because I’d hoped to get to see her when she got out of bed hoping to catch a “peek”. I was on my feet and heard the door close so I headed on down the hall. Elle was stripping the blankets and sheets off the sofa bed as Janelle’s sister went out the door with Elle saying she was going over to their trailer to feed their cat. By then I could hear Jean, our oldest, calling asking if she could get up. I told her “yes” and when she came out into the living room was disappointed that the girls weren’t there. By then Elle was in the kitchen starting to prepare breakfast. She had me set the table and as I was doing that the phone rang. It was Millie, the mother, asking for Janelle. Elle went down to see if she was done showering and when she returned there was Janelle, wrapped in a bright yellow bath towel following her. Being rather tiny the towel encased her body and I was unable to see anything but her shoulders and legs from the knees down.
With her on the phone I headed on down to the bathroom. I really needed to go. As I walked in the steam from her shower still permeated the air. When I turned towards the toilet to pee I noticed that she’d laid out her clean clothes on top of the washing machine with her bra on top of her blouse. I saw the label and bent over to peer at it... 32B. It was nice to know because she always wore her blouses loose and I’d often thought there was something there. Right next to them were her panties right on top of the pants she was going to wear. I’d snuck a peek at them to check the labels the night before but the way they were laid out I could now see the crotch area. There was a slight discoloration on the nylon ones. Interesting!
I finished up, flushed the toilet and went to wash my hands but there in the sink was her “package”. The plastic pants were holding the whole mess in place. I could see the cotton panties inside and actually felt them... wet right to the waist elastic. It had only taken a few seconds but I was at “full attention”. My first thought was that when I opened the door Janelle would be standing there and there was no way to hide my predicament. The second thought was that if she was there she’d know I saw her “package”. I decided to leave and take my chances heading for my bedroom. Doing it that way my back would be to her hoping that she wouldn’t see anything. I’d have to deal with her embarrassment about the “package” later.
I held my breath as I opened the door. Only it wasn’t Janelle who was waiting... it was my oldest daughter... holding herself. I apologized and quickly ducked into the bedroom to “deflate”. As I sat on the bed Elle walked in asking why I’d disappeared. I know I flushed red and mumbled something. She just shook her head and went back down the hall. By then I was “normal” and headed for breakfast. I was surprised and relieved to see Janelle still on the phone.
By the time Janelle was dressed her sister had returned and we all had breakfast together. Millie had called to say they would be home later than expected and had given Janelle specific instructions as to what she and her sister had to do as far as cleaning the trailer and doing the wash. Hearing wash mentioned I made it a point to find something to do in our back yard later that day so I could possibly check how many of Janelle’s panties were in it. I smiled to myself as I did.
When Dick, one of the trailer park owners, stopped by the meeting hall when I was cleaning it up after the birthday party he asked if I would stop by the office Saturday. I was curious as to why but not overly so. I figured I’d start there before getting to my weekend chores. As soon as I walked in he pulled a folder out from his desk and asked me to take a look at it. They were brochures for aluminum awnings for trailers and also patio rooms. I hadn’t ever mentioned either to him so was puzzled. He then asked if I might be interested in having a room built. I’m sure I laughed. I probably had less than $150 in the bank and owed for the first fuel delivery of the season. But, he was serious.
All the new pads that I’d helped to build the previous Summer were now filled and trailer sales had slowed dramatically. Dick and his brother went looking for new ways to make money and had decided that awnings and patio rooms were the way to go. The problem was that they needed to have a display. Once built they were semi permanent so they didn’t want to put one on a trailer in the sales lot. That’s where I came into the picture. They offered to build an 8’ X 16’ foot room for me. I'd only have to pay what they paid for it and they would erect it without cost to me... provided that they could use it to show to prospective buyers. As soon as I heard the offer I knew Elle would never go for it and told him so. He said to “sleep on it” and, if I was interested, he’d hire me to put them up on weekends. That part I liked but told him I’d have to get back to him.
As I walked into the yard I could see wash on both ours and the neighbors wash lines. I immediately remembered that I wanted to get a look next door to see just how many of Janelle’s panties were there. The problem was in coming up with a reason to be back there. Elle had started a small vegetable garden and it was located behind the wash line. Gardens were not my “thing” and I don’t think I’d ever gone back there... but I did. I was hoping that Elle didn’t appear. If she had I don’t think I would’ve had an answer as to why I was there. From that area I got a real good look at the neighbor's line. I already knew that Millie liked to hang the “unmentionables” on the very back line and Janelle or her sister had done the same. Because of the angle I couldn’t get an accurate count but it was easily over a dozen pair. It was easy to differentiate Janelle’s panties from those of her mother and sister from their size. I was pleased that I’d remembered to go take a look.
To be continued...
Thursday, July 07, 2011
FALL... October (Part 75c)
Our girls usually went to bed at 8pm but we told them that they could stay up until we got home. When I walked in the door Janelle was on her back and had Anne, the younger one, up in the air, balanced on her feet and holding her hands. It was something Elle and I had done with her right from the time she was a baby and she really loved it. I certainly loved what I saw. She still had on her green plaid school skirt (Catholic school) and, in that position, it was up around her stomach. The only view that would’ve been better was if she’d spread her legs. It was a beautiful crotch shot and I could clearly see that she had on two pair of panties. That wasn’t all. There was a pale yellow stain right in the middle. It wasn’t from leg opening to leg opening but it was noticeable enough for me to see. Elle had walked in and had initially started down the hall. When she saw that I hadn’t followed she stopped and caught me staring at Janelle’s crotch. She sharply called my name and motioned for me to follow her. I was embarrassed and remember feeling flushed as I followed her down the hall. She chastised me for “leering” and set about turning the beds down for the kids. I continued on to our bedroom to take off my tie and jacket.
On my way back up the hall I saw some clothes stacked on top of the washing machine that hadn’t been there when we’d left for our dinner. I quickly stepped into the bathroom and shut the door. There were two piles of clothes which I determined were clean clothes for Janelle and her sister for the next morning. I was just about to take a peek at the pile closest to me when I heard a knock on the door. It was my oldest wanting to go potty before bed. The knock startled me a bit and I turned around to open the door. Before I got it opened I saw another pile of things on the counter next to the door. I didn’t have time to count anything but I could see there were sanitary napkins, cotton panties and plastic pants. My heart was racing when I looked out at my waiting daughter.
My hope for seeing Janelle in anything close to see through was for naught. Both she and her sister were going to be sleeping on our sofa bed and as I prepared it for them I looked and saw she was wearing flannel pajamas. After getting it opened up Elle dispatched me down the hall to kiss the kids goodnight. I was going to do it anyway and was a bit perturbed that she felt she had to remind me in front of Janelle and her sister. Later she apologized and told me it was so she could put the rubberized sheet down without embarrassing Janelle in front of me. However, after saying goodnight to the kids I headed on down the hall to get ready for bed myself. I knew I had a minute or two in the bathroom before Elle would be there and ducked inside. The two piles of clothes that I’d seen earlier were now closer to the edge of the washing machine and I could see a bit of the plaid stuffed in behind them. It wasn’t instantaneous but I quickly realized that Janelle had probably changed her panties to put on the things I seen on the counter for her version of a “package” to sleep in. I desperately wanted to see the panties she’d been wearing. Carefully, I pulled on one of the plaid skirts and found that everything had been rolled up inside. My heart was racing for two reasons... One was that I was scared that Elle would come on in and catch me. The second was that if I’d picked the right one I’d be looking at the panties (plural) that Janelle had been wearing. I quickly unrolled it and as I did I saw that I’d hit the jackpot. Right on top were the panties... a pair of nylon and a pair of cotton. I quickly peered inside and saw familiar labels... Isis for the nylon and Carol Brent for the cotton. I’d been right about the yellow stain. It was about the size of an egg and I couldn’t resist taking a quick sniff. I was hard as a rock. If I were to guess the whole process took less than a minute. If someone had taken my blood pressure it probably would’ve read 240 over 160.
In spite of it being our anniversary Elle refused even my modest “advances” once we were in bed. She always insisted that our bedroom door be open in case one of the kids woke up during the night. So, with Janelle and her sister sleeping down at the end of the hall she wasn’t “in the mood” in any way shape or form.
I woke up to the sound of the shower running Saturday morning. With the bathroom located right next to our bedroom it was quite loud. Insulation between rooms in a trailer was pretty much non existent. In any case, I was awake and when I looked at my watch I saw it was just about time for Elle’s “potty alarm” to go off. Still horny, I felt her “package” to see if she’d missed and had wet during the night. She hadn’t but my “exploration” had been enough to wake her up. She looked at the clock and immediately got out of bed but when she got to the bathroom door found it closed. I was still lying in bed when she walked back in and I could see from the look on her face that she was distressed. I told her to just knock on the door but she shook her head and headed for my side of the bed. She was wearing just the top of a pair of light cotton pajamas and I could see her plastic panties sticking out from below the bottom of it. I remember her looking at me and sort of shaking her head. I motioned for her to come closer to me and when she did I pulled the hem up. Then she sort of spread her legs a bit and made a sour look on her face. I knew she was peeing. I was hoping to see some evidence of it but I couldn’t. She only let me peek for a few seconds before reaching for her robe. As usual, I was hard as a rock.
To be continued...
Our girls usually went to bed at 8pm but we told them that they could stay up until we got home. When I walked in the door Janelle was on her back and had Anne, the younger one, up in the air, balanced on her feet and holding her hands. It was something Elle and I had done with her right from the time she was a baby and she really loved it. I certainly loved what I saw. She still had on her green plaid school skirt (Catholic school) and, in that position, it was up around her stomach. The only view that would’ve been better was if she’d spread her legs. It was a beautiful crotch shot and I could clearly see that she had on two pair of panties. That wasn’t all. There was a pale yellow stain right in the middle. It wasn’t from leg opening to leg opening but it was noticeable enough for me to see. Elle had walked in and had initially started down the hall. When she saw that I hadn’t followed she stopped and caught me staring at Janelle’s crotch. She sharply called my name and motioned for me to follow her. I was embarrassed and remember feeling flushed as I followed her down the hall. She chastised me for “leering” and set about turning the beds down for the kids. I continued on to our bedroom to take off my tie and jacket.
On my way back up the hall I saw some clothes stacked on top of the washing machine that hadn’t been there when we’d left for our dinner. I quickly stepped into the bathroom and shut the door. There were two piles of clothes which I determined were clean clothes for Janelle and her sister for the next morning. I was just about to take a peek at the pile closest to me when I heard a knock on the door. It was my oldest wanting to go potty before bed. The knock startled me a bit and I turned around to open the door. Before I got it opened I saw another pile of things on the counter next to the door. I didn’t have time to count anything but I could see there were sanitary napkins, cotton panties and plastic pants. My heart was racing when I looked out at my waiting daughter.
My hope for seeing Janelle in anything close to see through was for naught. Both she and her sister were going to be sleeping on our sofa bed and as I prepared it for them I looked and saw she was wearing flannel pajamas. After getting it opened up Elle dispatched me down the hall to kiss the kids goodnight. I was going to do it anyway and was a bit perturbed that she felt she had to remind me in front of Janelle and her sister. Later she apologized and told me it was so she could put the rubberized sheet down without embarrassing Janelle in front of me. However, after saying goodnight to the kids I headed on down the hall to get ready for bed myself. I knew I had a minute or two in the bathroom before Elle would be there and ducked inside. The two piles of clothes that I’d seen earlier were now closer to the edge of the washing machine and I could see a bit of the plaid stuffed in behind them. It wasn’t instantaneous but I quickly realized that Janelle had probably changed her panties to put on the things I seen on the counter for her version of a “package” to sleep in. I desperately wanted to see the panties she’d been wearing. Carefully, I pulled on one of the plaid skirts and found that everything had been rolled up inside. My heart was racing for two reasons... One was that I was scared that Elle would come on in and catch me. The second was that if I’d picked the right one I’d be looking at the panties (plural) that Janelle had been wearing. I quickly unrolled it and as I did I saw that I’d hit the jackpot. Right on top were the panties... a pair of nylon and a pair of cotton. I quickly peered inside and saw familiar labels... Isis for the nylon and Carol Brent for the cotton. I’d been right about the yellow stain. It was about the size of an egg and I couldn’t resist taking a quick sniff. I was hard as a rock. If I were to guess the whole process took less than a minute. If someone had taken my blood pressure it probably would’ve read 240 over 160.
In spite of it being our anniversary Elle refused even my modest “advances” once we were in bed. She always insisted that our bedroom door be open in case one of the kids woke up during the night. So, with Janelle and her sister sleeping down at the end of the hall she wasn’t “in the mood” in any way shape or form.
I woke up to the sound of the shower running Saturday morning. With the bathroom located right next to our bedroom it was quite loud. Insulation between rooms in a trailer was pretty much non existent. In any case, I was awake and when I looked at my watch I saw it was just about time for Elle’s “potty alarm” to go off. Still horny, I felt her “package” to see if she’d missed and had wet during the night. She hadn’t but my “exploration” had been enough to wake her up. She looked at the clock and immediately got out of bed but when she got to the bathroom door found it closed. I was still lying in bed when she walked back in and I could see from the look on her face that she was distressed. I told her to just knock on the door but she shook her head and headed for my side of the bed. She was wearing just the top of a pair of light cotton pajamas and I could see her plastic panties sticking out from below the bottom of it. I remember her looking at me and sort of shaking her head. I motioned for her to come closer to me and when she did I pulled the hem up. Then she sort of spread her legs a bit and made a sour look on her face. I knew she was peeing. I was hoping to see some evidence of it but I couldn’t. She only let me peek for a few seconds before reaching for her robe. As usual, I was hard as a rock.
To be continued...
Tuesday, July 05, 2011
FALL... October (Part 75b)
The next day at work was rather uncomfortable for me. I couldn’t look at Jo without seeing her in just a bra and panties. She caught me staring at her a couple of times and wanted to know what I was looking at. I didn’t have an answer for her which made the situation a little more uncomfortable for me.
The birthday party was on Thursday and, as Elle had predicted, she was called in to teach. Millie had volunteered to get it set up and, with the weather ”iffy“ at best, decided to hold it at the meeting hall. Elle got off from work after 3pm and found all the ”guests“ there and being occupied by Millie’s daughters. I timed my arrival for about the same time. All of the kids that were there were older than the birthday girl and most were boys. Janelle was making an effort to keep them quiet by playing a game of ball toss only in place of real balls they were using balled up paper. The problem was that the ”target”, a clown face painted onto poster board with a hole for the mouth, wouldn’t stand up. Janelle, still in her school clothes, had decided she’d squat down behind it, on her haunches, to hold it up. As I walked past I could see something white though the hole... her panties. I had the camera in my hands and seriously thought about trying to get a shot of it but Millie was calling me to take a picture of my daughter with the birthday cake.. It’s still a nice memory.
The last time I’d seen my mother she’d asked what Elle and I were planning on doing to celebrate our anniversary and I’d told her “nothing”. We’d been putting all the money from Elle’s teaching aside to pay for kerosene what with Winter coming, and to have some money for Christmas presents. As our anniversary was the next day, at the party she came up to me and gave me a $20 bill and told me that it was to be used to take Elle out for a “nice“ dinner... and that was an order! Ironically, Millie had asked if Elle and I would let her girls stay over on Friday night (our anniversary) as she and her husband, Alvin, had to go to the city for some sort of ceremony or award for his work. Elle had told her it was OK and, initially, I was upset. First of all it was somewhat asinine that he wouldn’t allow a 17 and a 16 year old to stay at home alone but it was typical of Alvin. As it was our anniversary I was looking to celebrate in an “amorous” way and with two teen agers in the house there was no way Elle would allow that. However, with my mother’s gift and her “orders” I didn't have choice. On the bright side I'd actually fantasized about Janelle having to stay over when baby sitting our kids a time or two so I was now looking somewhat forward to it
After the party I had to stay at the meeting hall to put it back in order and as I was in the process Dick, one of the park owners, stopped by. He was a “local”, through and through so I asked him what was a good place to go for a “nice” meal. I don’t think he hesitated for more that a few seconds before he said “The Hotel.” Everybody knew “The Hotel” as it was a landmark. It was built right before the big depression and had an imposing location for a small town. However, as they say, “timing is everything”. It was NOT the right time to open a hotel and it struggled right up to WWII. During the War it was used as auxiliary housing for a nearby Army training center. At the end of the War, when travel limitations were lifted, the place actually started to prosper but it was sadly in need of renovations. The owners chose not to do them and it started on a downward spiral. I actually remember going there for my grandparents 50th wedding anniversary but I was only 10. I certainly wasn’t into food at that age. Since I’d moved to town all I’d heard was what a shame it was that this beautiful building, at the gateway to the Community, was being allowed to deteriorate. It was hard for me to accept that the restaurant was a place I wanted to go. When got home and told Elle she looked at me as if I’d lost my mind. I really respected Dick and told her that was where we were going.
I’d picked up the sweater I’d ordered for Elle from Sears for our anniversary. I had it wrapped and hidden under my side of the bed. I was hoping to give it to her before the girls woke up and, if I had any luck at all to get a quick “reward”. Like my father often said, plans are made to be broken. I was awake before Elle’s 7am “potty alarm” went off and placed the package on her chest. Still asleep she didn’t realize it was a present for her. When she tore the paper off and saw the sweater she rolled over and smothered me with kisses. It was almost like that was a signal for the phone to ring. It was call for her to come in teach and with that my chance for a “reward” disappeared.
Of course she wanted to wear the sweater and I was able to persuade her to let me take a picture of her in it with her in her panties. It wasn’t quite the "reward" I was hoping for but it did suffice.
When I got home that night I found the neighbor girls were already there and playing with our kids. Elle was almost ready to go so I just stood there and watched them play as I waited for her. I was somewhat rewarded for my patience as Janelle was still wearing her skirt from school. I got a few “peeks” as she chased the girls around the floor on her hands and knees. I distinctly remember hoping that at least Janelle had chosen somewhat see through pajamas to wear that night as we went out the door.
The ambiance certainly wasn’t there and the hotel dining room was dingy, at best. But Dick had been right about the food. It’d been a long time since I’d had roast beef and I enjoyed every bite of it. Elle had some seafood dish. She loved eating fish but hated cooking it because of the smell. All in all we had a good time.
To be continued...
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