SUMMER... Hopefully, fun ahead (Part 83b)
It would’ve been easier if Elle had been there to help me set the boat up. Setting the mast is a “bear” when doing it alone. I was struggling a bit when another sailor helped me guide it in place. When I looked up it was Willie, the guy who’d sailed with me in the tune up race a year prior and who had let Elle and I stay in his apartment in the city during the Winter. I’d heard that he was chartering Will’s boat and wished him good luck for the season. I asked who was crewing for him and he laughed. Then, with a big smile said it was his wife and then asked if I knew anyone who knew anything about sailing might be available. I told him that crews were in short supply and he was lucky to have his wife. Just about then she walked up.
I’d only met her that one time in the city. Because I didn’t remember her name I was bit embarrassed. Willy bailed me out and introduced her... again... Meredith. She burst in that she preferred Merry because it was less formal and a “happy name”. I looked her over and, other than she could afford to lose some weight, was quite attractive. Based upon the fact that I knew Willy was in his early 30’s I figured her to be a little younger. But, she was wearing a pair of loose fitting flowered bermuda shorts which meant here wasn’t much chance of a VPL, wet or dry. I remember hoping there would be other chances for that over the next few weeks.
By then most of the other sailors and crews had showed up. Many of them stopped to say hello but I was very curious to see who owned the red and the cream colored boats. The first person I saw at the cream boat looked vaguely familiar. He was quite tall, at least 3 or 4 inches taller than me. Then I had my answer as I recognized the woman walking towards him as Cat, the lady who I’d taken sailing one afternoon the previous Summer and who had crewed for Buddy once. Unfortunately, the timing was poor for her to appear as Elle was right behind her. I was in the process of putting the sails on and for me to stop and to walk over to Cat and to ignore Elle would’ve been a BIG mistake. It wasn’t that Elle had a problem with her as we’d all gotten together the previous Summer. It just wasn’t the time.
It wasn’t long after that a horn blew to signal a pre-race meeting. Rex, the boat builder who had sold his boat, was now the head of the race committee, wanted to go over the plans for the day. As I walked towards the club I saw Cat right in front of me. It wasn’t seeing her that excited me. It was what she was wearing. I was about ten steps behind her and what I saw was almost unbelievable. She was wearing a pair of white shorts that went a couple of inches down her thighs. They truly looked like they were molded to her body. I could clearly see the leg elastics and the crotch line of her panties almost as well as if she didn’t have the shorts on at all. She ended up going up a couple of steps towards the porch to hear better. I stayed behind her but still on the sand just to get a better view. With one leg on a higher step it made her shorts even tighter on her butt cheeks. OH MY HEART! For once it wasn’t the panties I was interested in. It was the shorts. I wanted a pair (or more) for Elle.
Disappointment came when we started putting the boats in the water. The owner of the red boat never showed up so I was able to see Cat as her boat was carried in. She’d changed and was now wearing blue and white striped bermuda shorts along with a bra top that had to be part of a bikini bathing suit. It indicated, to me, that she probably was wearing the bottom part of the suit under the shorts. After my boat was safely in the water and Elle had walked out far enough in the water to get her shorts wet I started raising the sails. It was obvious that something was wrong as the sail had a big wrinkle in it. It only took me a few seconds to see that the part of the sail called the tack was not attached. The thumb screw that was supposed to hold the sail to the boom was missing. I asked Elle where it was and she said it wasn’t there when she put the sails on the boom. I had a small tackle box that I had to hold small parts so ran back to my car to fetch it only it wasn’t in the car. Then I remembered that I hadn’t seen it when loading all my stuff up at my parents garage. Missing that parts box was a big problem.
Cat and her boat were now right next to us. I called over to see if they had any spare parts in the boat but they didn’t. Bret, her husband, said they had some odds and ends in the car and told me the keys to the trunk were under the floor mat. By then only Cat and I were the only boats that were not on our way to the starting area. Again, I made a mad dash back to the parking lot. Once I opened the trunk of their car I saw a tray of nuts, bolts and screws. I knew I could find something in there to make do. But, right next to the tray was a pile of clothes. I recognized the shirt Cat’s husband had been wearing when they had arrived and, once I had a nut and bolt that I thought would work, took a chance that Cat’s clothes would be in the pile. Even knowing that time was fleeting by, I pulled the shirt off the pile and saw part of the white shorts that Cat had been wearing. I grabbed at them and knew from the feel that they were different from any others that I’d had my hands on. Cotton, for sure, but they felt different. It was like a heavier T shirt material but still very soft. What I wanted to know was who made them so I peeked inside and saw the label. "Aileen" was the name on the tag. I stuffed them back into the pile, slammed the trunk and ran back to the boat. As I jury rigged the sail I could see that the race committee had started the countdown for the beginning of the first race.
To be continued...
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
SUMMER... Hopefully, fun ahead (Part 83a)
I’d pretty much planned out my Saturday. For the morning I had work to do on both vehicles, cut the lawn and re-anchor the kids swing set. Then, in the afternoon was to go to my parents and get my sailboat out from the garage, find all the pieces and trail it over to the sailing club. It was about 8:30am or so when Dick, one of the owners of the mobile home park, stopped by my car as I was working on it. He came up to me and asked if he could ask a very big favor. Not having any idea of where he was going with it I answered ”probably“. Their new mobile home park was scheduled to open the following weekend and there was still a lot of thing that needed to be done. The itinerant laborers he and his brother had hired to prepare the ground for sodding hadn’t shown up for the past two days. The sod was being delivered on Monday and there was no way it could be laid in the shape the ground was presently in. He was willing to pay $2.50 and hour, almost double what the minimum wage was. A quick calculation in my head said that it was almost what I was making working for the County. I was immediately interested. There was one catch... he wanted me to find a couple of others. I knew Andy wasn’t available as he was working on a private deal with his bulldozer. Jim already had a weekend job so that left Eric, of what could be considered my local friends. I told him I’d see what I could do but in any case that I’d be up there by 9am.
Ever since an axel had been located for my race car I’d been anxious to go and get it. Since Eric was so critical to the project I’d been waiting on him to let me know when he was available. Because he had such a varied schedule at the air base it was very difficult for him to plan too far in advance. I never knew when he was on or off. I walked down the street and, much to my surprise, found him. He was helping his friend who had just moved into Andy’s old unit. He introduced me to Cal. I hate to pidgeonhole people but Cal was definitely one to do it to. He was thinner than me, had a long neck and had ears that stuck out. On first appearances he was definitely a ”rube“. Once he opened his mouth I had to do a double take. He was from Northern Maine and talked like someone from the backwoods. I didn’t say anything and went ahead and told Eric what I was looking for. $2.50 an hour really caught his attention. He’d just got off duty at 6am and was off until midnight but, like me, did a quick calculation and said he’d like to do it. Twenty dollars was twenty dollars. Cal was listening and quickly asked if he could come too. My first thoughts were negative but Dick had asked for as many warm bodies I could gather up so... I said sure.
I’d not been to the new park. I knew that seven or eight of the residents from the old park had taken the ”boys” up on their offer and I’d seen some of them being moved. As we drove in I could see a couple of homes already in place. The first things that grabbed me were that they had off street parking and had trees on their pads (lots). The first section was to have around 80 pads but for the opening they only had 15 or 16. All the streets had been prepared for paving but to save money they had only paved the areas where the pads were ready. It didn’t take much to know what we were supposed to do. There was all kinds of debris scattered around from small tree limbs to clumps of asphalt from the paving and excess cement from the patios. We knew we had our work cut out for us.
Cal surprised me and was a no nonsense hard worker. Dick brought us lunch and by mid afternoon we’d gotten about half of the pads ready to have the sod laid. It wasn’t long after that that Eric and I heard what could be called “music” to our ears. The stock car track was about a half mile away and at 4pm practice started. We both had the same thought... let’s go to the races when we’re done. But, reality, especially for Eric, took hold. We figured that we’d be done around somewhere around 7pm. Eric hadn’t had any sleep in about 24 hours and wanted to get at least a few hours before reporting to duty. I knew Elle wasn’t that crazy about me being gone all day, especially with none of the things I’d planned being done. She wouldn’t let the kids on the swing set until I’d anchored it better than it was. Cal, who was newly married, wanted to go home for a very obvious reason. The races had to wait... again.
Sunday I was up early. I still had to get the boat ready and the races started at 1pm. Elle was grumbling about leaving so early right from the time we got up so I told her I’d go alone and she could come along later. That solved that problem. Once at my parents things went a little better. My father was very anal and had a habit of keeping everything, especially empty boxes. I knew that over the Winter my boat had become the shelf for them. When I got into the garage, there were no boxes. Absolute shock! I was able to locate all the necessary parts and loaded them up. By mid morning I was on the way to the sailing club.
To be continued...
I’d pretty much planned out my Saturday. For the morning I had work to do on both vehicles, cut the lawn and re-anchor the kids swing set. Then, in the afternoon was to go to my parents and get my sailboat out from the garage, find all the pieces and trail it over to the sailing club. It was about 8:30am or so when Dick, one of the owners of the mobile home park, stopped by my car as I was working on it. He came up to me and asked if he could ask a very big favor. Not having any idea of where he was going with it I answered ”probably“. Their new mobile home park was scheduled to open the following weekend and there was still a lot of thing that needed to be done. The itinerant laborers he and his brother had hired to prepare the ground for sodding hadn’t shown up for the past two days. The sod was being delivered on Monday and there was no way it could be laid in the shape the ground was presently in. He was willing to pay $2.50 and hour, almost double what the minimum wage was. A quick calculation in my head said that it was almost what I was making working for the County. I was immediately interested. There was one catch... he wanted me to find a couple of others. I knew Andy wasn’t available as he was working on a private deal with his bulldozer. Jim already had a weekend job so that left Eric, of what could be considered my local friends. I told him I’d see what I could do but in any case that I’d be up there by 9am.
Ever since an axel had been located for my race car I’d been anxious to go and get it. Since Eric was so critical to the project I’d been waiting on him to let me know when he was available. Because he had such a varied schedule at the air base it was very difficult for him to plan too far in advance. I never knew when he was on or off. I walked down the street and, much to my surprise, found him. He was helping his friend who had just moved into Andy’s old unit. He introduced me to Cal. I hate to pidgeonhole people but Cal was definitely one to do it to. He was thinner than me, had a long neck and had ears that stuck out. On first appearances he was definitely a ”rube“. Once he opened his mouth I had to do a double take. He was from Northern Maine and talked like someone from the backwoods. I didn’t say anything and went ahead and told Eric what I was looking for. $2.50 an hour really caught his attention. He’d just got off duty at 6am and was off until midnight but, like me, did a quick calculation and said he’d like to do it. Twenty dollars was twenty dollars. Cal was listening and quickly asked if he could come too. My first thoughts were negative but Dick had asked for as many warm bodies I could gather up so... I said sure.
I’d not been to the new park. I knew that seven or eight of the residents from the old park had taken the ”boys” up on their offer and I’d seen some of them being moved. As we drove in I could see a couple of homes already in place. The first things that grabbed me were that they had off street parking and had trees on their pads (lots). The first section was to have around 80 pads but for the opening they only had 15 or 16. All the streets had been prepared for paving but to save money they had only paved the areas where the pads were ready. It didn’t take much to know what we were supposed to do. There was all kinds of debris scattered around from small tree limbs to clumps of asphalt from the paving and excess cement from the patios. We knew we had our work cut out for us.
Cal surprised me and was a no nonsense hard worker. Dick brought us lunch and by mid afternoon we’d gotten about half of the pads ready to have the sod laid. It wasn’t long after that that Eric and I heard what could be called “music” to our ears. The stock car track was about a half mile away and at 4pm practice started. We both had the same thought... let’s go to the races when we’re done. But, reality, especially for Eric, took hold. We figured that we’d be done around somewhere around 7pm. Eric hadn’t had any sleep in about 24 hours and wanted to get at least a few hours before reporting to duty. I knew Elle wasn’t that crazy about me being gone all day, especially with none of the things I’d planned being done. She wouldn’t let the kids on the swing set until I’d anchored it better than it was. Cal, who was newly married, wanted to go home for a very obvious reason. The races had to wait... again.
Sunday I was up early. I still had to get the boat ready and the races started at 1pm. Elle was grumbling about leaving so early right from the time we got up so I told her I’d go alone and she could come along later. That solved that problem. Once at my parents things went a little better. My father was very anal and had a habit of keeping everything, especially empty boxes. I knew that over the Winter my boat had become the shelf for them. When I got into the garage, there were no boxes. Absolute shock! I was able to locate all the necessary parts and loaded them up. By mid morning I was on the way to the sailing club.
To be continued...
Sunday, December 18, 2011
ANTICIPATING SUMMER... Hot times (Part 82f)
I thought about what had happened on both days quite a bit. I really didn’t know what to make of it. I do know that on Wednesday morning I knew well before she arrived that I was, again, going to ask about the panties. I was prepared to verbally respond as well. Actually, the impromptu questioning went better but I’m not sure it mattered to her. I also wasn’t prepared for her answer as she said she wasn’t wearing the new ones. That’s when I went back to the ”off the cuff“ mode and asked ”why not?. That clearly put her ill at ease. But, before she could answer I blurted out something along the lines of “I think you’re fibbing”. Immediately, she shook her head from side to side and, in almost a repeat of Tuesday, pulled her blouse up with one hand and the waist of her jeans down with the other. Being intimately familiar with the elastic waistbands of Carter’s Spanky Pants, I could see she wasn’t lying and, probably too quickly, acknowledged it.
There was nothing sexual about what she did or how she did it. I apologized for having challenged her and she just stood there with a sheepish look on her face. I know I was blushing and left right after that. I remember thinking that in many ways she was just like the child she’d been when my friend and I had persuaded her to wet her panties for us so many years before. It was when thinking of that that I remembered she still had her spare pants and panties in the bathroom that she still hadn’t used. With the next day her last I guessed that she probably wouldn’t.
Joan arrived a bit earlier than usual. I’d grown used to her arrival and it was going to seem strange for her not to be coming any more... especially after the last few mornings. I’d decided to pay her for the whole week even though she wouldn’t be there on Friday. It was only $3 more but when I gave the $15 to her you would’ve thought I’d given her a whole $15 more. She was very appreciative and said that she was going to miss the girls. We just chatted for a bit and then I did it one more time... and asked if she had the new panties on. This time she had a big smile on her face and almost seemed playful when she reached under her blouse and undid her pants. I hadn’t expected the panty peeks that she’d given me before and surely wasn’t prepared for what I was witnessing as her jeans slid down her thighs and I saw the appliques and lace around the legs of her panties. It lasted for maybe 5 or 6 seconds. It wasn’t long. As she pulled the pants back up I could see her face was flushed. I didn’t have a clue as to what to say... so didn’t say anything and turned to say goodbye to my girls. That, at least for the moment, broke the tension. She was back together and composed when I headed for the door. I thanked her again for helping us out. I know she said something but I didn’t really hear it. I just wanted to get out the door. I sat in my car for a few minutes to compose myself. Had I really just witnessed a “free show”? I really had and it was hard to believe.
That was the last day of school and Elle’s last day of teaching. The students only had a half day and after they were dismissed and on the buses the teachers were treated to a luncheon put on by the PTA (Parent Teacher’s Association) and then were free for the Summer. I was pleasantly surprised when I got home to find Elle in a tennis outfit. The first thing I did when I walked in was to go give her a hug and a “feel”. She tried to slap my hand away because the kids were right there. Even though it wasn’t much I could feel dampness and wanted to know what had happened. She motioned towards the kids and made a zip motion across her lips. I wasn’t happy but made her promise not to change her clothes until after we’d all eaten.
I was “rewarded” for waiting. We took the kids out in the yard to play. We sat in lawn chairs while watching them and Elle told me about her tennis afternoon. She had overheard some of the teachers talking about playing tennis and followed up on it at the luncheon. Knowing that Joan was going to be with the kids until after 5pm, she said “yes” when asked if she wanted to go hit some balls with one of them. Intending to only spend about an hour she found that the other woman was about the same level of player that she was and they ended up playing tennis with scoring... and she loved it. But... she lost track of time and when she realized how long they’d been playing knew she might have a problem getting home without wetting herself. She told me she actually made it home but when the kids saw her they “tackled” her and she couldn’t get inside. She ended up starting to pee herself while on the steps but didn’t think Joan saw it. Then she said she thought I just might like a surprise when I got home and smiled. So did I. It proved to me that whatever it had been that set her off the previous weekend was gone.
However, I pushed my luck when I asked if she’d pee while sitting in the lawn chair. With a BIG smile on her face she said she would but it would “cost me”. After a week of being basically “shut out” I didn’t have much choice but to say something like “how much?”. Realistically, it wasn’t much. She just wanted me to commit to playing tennis with her at least once a week during the Summer. However, the only thing I liked about tennis was the outfits the women wore. As far as playing it I’d pretty much proved that I didn’t have any talent for it. When I shrugged my shoulders and smiled, she had this smug look on her face and soon thereafter I could hear a faint splashing coming from under her chair. We put the kids to bed around 8:30pm or so and for the first time in almost a week really enjoyed going to bed. It was still light out but that didn’t matter. Between our “fun” and the panty show by Joan I certainly had “sweet dreams“.
To be continued...
I thought about what had happened on both days quite a bit. I really didn’t know what to make of it. I do know that on Wednesday morning I knew well before she arrived that I was, again, going to ask about the panties. I was prepared to verbally respond as well. Actually, the impromptu questioning went better but I’m not sure it mattered to her. I also wasn’t prepared for her answer as she said she wasn’t wearing the new ones. That’s when I went back to the ”off the cuff“ mode and asked ”why not?. That clearly put her ill at ease. But, before she could answer I blurted out something along the lines of “I think you’re fibbing”. Immediately, she shook her head from side to side and, in almost a repeat of Tuesday, pulled her blouse up with one hand and the waist of her jeans down with the other. Being intimately familiar with the elastic waistbands of Carter’s Spanky Pants, I could see she wasn’t lying and, probably too quickly, acknowledged it.
There was nothing sexual about what she did or how she did it. I apologized for having challenged her and she just stood there with a sheepish look on her face. I know I was blushing and left right after that. I remember thinking that in many ways she was just like the child she’d been when my friend and I had persuaded her to wet her panties for us so many years before. It was when thinking of that that I remembered she still had her spare pants and panties in the bathroom that she still hadn’t used. With the next day her last I guessed that she probably wouldn’t.
Joan arrived a bit earlier than usual. I’d grown used to her arrival and it was going to seem strange for her not to be coming any more... especially after the last few mornings. I’d decided to pay her for the whole week even though she wouldn’t be there on Friday. It was only $3 more but when I gave the $15 to her you would’ve thought I’d given her a whole $15 more. She was very appreciative and said that she was going to miss the girls. We just chatted for a bit and then I did it one more time... and asked if she had the new panties on. This time she had a big smile on her face and almost seemed playful when she reached under her blouse and undid her pants. I hadn’t expected the panty peeks that she’d given me before and surely wasn’t prepared for what I was witnessing as her jeans slid down her thighs and I saw the appliques and lace around the legs of her panties. It lasted for maybe 5 or 6 seconds. It wasn’t long. As she pulled the pants back up I could see her face was flushed. I didn’t have a clue as to what to say... so didn’t say anything and turned to say goodbye to my girls. That, at least for the moment, broke the tension. She was back together and composed when I headed for the door. I thanked her again for helping us out. I know she said something but I didn’t really hear it. I just wanted to get out the door. I sat in my car for a few minutes to compose myself. Had I really just witnessed a “free show”? I really had and it was hard to believe.
That was the last day of school and Elle’s last day of teaching. The students only had a half day and after they were dismissed and on the buses the teachers were treated to a luncheon put on by the PTA (Parent Teacher’s Association) and then were free for the Summer. I was pleasantly surprised when I got home to find Elle in a tennis outfit. The first thing I did when I walked in was to go give her a hug and a “feel”. She tried to slap my hand away because the kids were right there. Even though it wasn’t much I could feel dampness and wanted to know what had happened. She motioned towards the kids and made a zip motion across her lips. I wasn’t happy but made her promise not to change her clothes until after we’d all eaten.
I was “rewarded” for waiting. We took the kids out in the yard to play. We sat in lawn chairs while watching them and Elle told me about her tennis afternoon. She had overheard some of the teachers talking about playing tennis and followed up on it at the luncheon. Knowing that Joan was going to be with the kids until after 5pm, she said “yes” when asked if she wanted to go hit some balls with one of them. Intending to only spend about an hour she found that the other woman was about the same level of player that she was and they ended up playing tennis with scoring... and she loved it. But... she lost track of time and when she realized how long they’d been playing knew she might have a problem getting home without wetting herself. She told me she actually made it home but when the kids saw her they “tackled” her and she couldn’t get inside. She ended up starting to pee herself while on the steps but didn’t think Joan saw it. Then she said she thought I just might like a surprise when I got home and smiled. So did I. It proved to me that whatever it had been that set her off the previous weekend was gone.
However, I pushed my luck when I asked if she’d pee while sitting in the lawn chair. With a BIG smile on her face she said she would but it would “cost me”. After a week of being basically “shut out” I didn’t have much choice but to say something like “how much?”. Realistically, it wasn’t much. She just wanted me to commit to playing tennis with her at least once a week during the Summer. However, the only thing I liked about tennis was the outfits the women wore. As far as playing it I’d pretty much proved that I didn’t have any talent for it. When I shrugged my shoulders and smiled, she had this smug look on her face and soon thereafter I could hear a faint splashing coming from under her chair. We put the kids to bed around 8:30pm or so and for the first time in almost a week really enjoyed going to bed. It was still light out but that didn’t matter. Between our “fun” and the panty show by Joan I certainly had “sweet dreams“.
To be continued...
Friday, December 16, 2011
ANTICIPATING SUMMER... Hot times (Part 82e)
With a little difficulty, Arne and Alex got the sails on and up. I helped Andrew aboard and jumped in myself. It was a perfect wind for neophyte sailors as there was no way for them to get into trouble. I tried my best not to lose patience with Arne as he tried to play the role of Captain of the ship, giving Alex and Andrew orders. The redeeming factor in the time I spent with them was to get a few panty peeks when we changed direction (came about) and the boom, attached to the sail, moved over our heads. Alex never seemed to know where to go and would end up splay legged giving me slight peeks of white up the leg openings of her shorts. By the time we got back to shore Elle had taken the kids back to her mother’s house. Alex was anxious to go ashore so jumped over the side only to find that the tide had come up even further. Her whole body went under and when she came up she was spitting water out of her mouth. Her blouse was plastered to her chest and even with a bra on I could clearly see her nipples poking out. I certainly enjoyed the view from above.
When I carted the beach umbrellas to the back of the house I could see that Alex had already washed out her clothes and they were hanging on the wash line. Her panties were alone on one line and were blowing gently in the breeze. I actually stopped to watch them for a minute remembering the night I had ”borrowed“ a pair from that same line a few years prior. I wondered if these were also Vanity Fair panties.
It was too late to think about starting to go work on my boat. I knew Elle wanted to be home early as she had to do her preparations for the last few days of school and with me already in "the doghouse" I didn't want to aggravate her any more that I already had. So I said good bye to my parents and headed over to her mother’s house to get her and the kids. She was still a bit ”snotty“ but less caustic than she’d been in the morning. I still didn’t know what I’d done to put her in this negative mood. By the time we headed for bed she was at least talking with me but still nowhere near ”friendly“. I knew enough to be patient so just tried to be as nice as I could. As I lay in bed I wondered if I’d ever figure out the workings of the female mind.
Monday morning found Elle to be fairly civil towards me. That, to me, was a sign that whatever it was that set her off was fading from her thoughts. I figured it might take another day or two until things were truly back to normal. When Joan arrived I was surprised to see her in shorts. Even through the hottest days she’d continued to wear her jeans. I don’t remember what it was that prompted me to ask her if she’d started wearing the new panties. As soon as I did I could see she was embarrassed which, in turn, embarrassed me. After a few seconds I tried to apologize but by then she had reached down to one of the cuffs of her shorts and pulled it up. I could clearly see the lace around the leg openings. Fortunately she was looking at what she was doing and didn’t see me trying to cover my groin area with my jacket. I wasn’t expecting her to do that so didn’t know what to say. After a few more seconds I managed to stammer out a question about how her husband liked them. I was so nervous by that time I don’t remember her answer and left right after that. At least I’d seen proof that she was wearing the panties and that made me feel good.
It’d been a while since I’d talked with or seen my old friend, Fred, from boarding school. We’d gone in different geographical directions since we’d both married and the last I knew of him he was out in Ohio. So, when he called that evening I was caught off guard when I picked up the phone. He was back on the East coast and wanted to know what I was doing for the 4th of July. Elle and I hadn’t gotten that far in our planing but I did know that it fell during the week. I told him I’d get back with him. I did find out that he had a daughter Anne’s age and that Liz, his wife was pregnant. It was a nice diversion, hearing from him after a long time.
At work, Vi, the lady from Civil Service who doing the audit of the work that each of us did so that proper job descriptions could be developed, had fit right in with us. After my initial annoyance of her presence, I got over it and tried to help her with her project. We’d all adapted to her presence and when she indicated that she’d be done by the end of the week we all were a little disappointed. We were all curious as to just what she’d write up about each of our jobs but she told us we’d have to wait.
It was raining Tuesday morning and Joan was back to wearing her baggy jeans. After a bit of ”small talk“ I headed for the door. Again, from out of no where, I asked if she were wearing her new panties. With no sunshine it was hard to tell but I thought I saw her blushing again. I really didn’t expect a response but she slowly nodded her head, affirmatively. With my hand on the doorknob I heard her ask if I wanted to see. I think it was the shock of hearing those words that made me freeze in place. I stood there as she lifted her blouse with one hand and pulled down the waistband of her jeans with the other. It was enough to see one of the appliques and that proved she was. I honestly don’t remember if I said anything and I don’t remember leaving.
To be continued...
With a little difficulty, Arne and Alex got the sails on and up. I helped Andrew aboard and jumped in myself. It was a perfect wind for neophyte sailors as there was no way for them to get into trouble. I tried my best not to lose patience with Arne as he tried to play the role of Captain of the ship, giving Alex and Andrew orders. The redeeming factor in the time I spent with them was to get a few panty peeks when we changed direction (came about) and the boom, attached to the sail, moved over our heads. Alex never seemed to know where to go and would end up splay legged giving me slight peeks of white up the leg openings of her shorts. By the time we got back to shore Elle had taken the kids back to her mother’s house. Alex was anxious to go ashore so jumped over the side only to find that the tide had come up even further. Her whole body went under and when she came up she was spitting water out of her mouth. Her blouse was plastered to her chest and even with a bra on I could clearly see her nipples poking out. I certainly enjoyed the view from above.
When I carted the beach umbrellas to the back of the house I could see that Alex had already washed out her clothes and they were hanging on the wash line. Her panties were alone on one line and were blowing gently in the breeze. I actually stopped to watch them for a minute remembering the night I had ”borrowed“ a pair from that same line a few years prior. I wondered if these were also Vanity Fair panties.
It was too late to think about starting to go work on my boat. I knew Elle wanted to be home early as she had to do her preparations for the last few days of school and with me already in "the doghouse" I didn't want to aggravate her any more that I already had. So I said good bye to my parents and headed over to her mother’s house to get her and the kids. She was still a bit ”snotty“ but less caustic than she’d been in the morning. I still didn’t know what I’d done to put her in this negative mood. By the time we headed for bed she was at least talking with me but still nowhere near ”friendly“. I knew enough to be patient so just tried to be as nice as I could. As I lay in bed I wondered if I’d ever figure out the workings of the female mind.
Monday morning found Elle to be fairly civil towards me. That, to me, was a sign that whatever it was that set her off was fading from her thoughts. I figured it might take another day or two until things were truly back to normal. When Joan arrived I was surprised to see her in shorts. Even through the hottest days she’d continued to wear her jeans. I don’t remember what it was that prompted me to ask her if she’d started wearing the new panties. As soon as I did I could see she was embarrassed which, in turn, embarrassed me. After a few seconds I tried to apologize but by then she had reached down to one of the cuffs of her shorts and pulled it up. I could clearly see the lace around the leg openings. Fortunately she was looking at what she was doing and didn’t see me trying to cover my groin area with my jacket. I wasn’t expecting her to do that so didn’t know what to say. After a few more seconds I managed to stammer out a question about how her husband liked them. I was so nervous by that time I don’t remember her answer and left right after that. At least I’d seen proof that she was wearing the panties and that made me feel good.
It’d been a while since I’d talked with or seen my old friend, Fred, from boarding school. We’d gone in different geographical directions since we’d both married and the last I knew of him he was out in Ohio. So, when he called that evening I was caught off guard when I picked up the phone. He was back on the East coast and wanted to know what I was doing for the 4th of July. Elle and I hadn’t gotten that far in our planing but I did know that it fell during the week. I told him I’d get back with him. I did find out that he had a daughter Anne’s age and that Liz, his wife was pregnant. It was a nice diversion, hearing from him after a long time.
At work, Vi, the lady from Civil Service who doing the audit of the work that each of us did so that proper job descriptions could be developed, had fit right in with us. After my initial annoyance of her presence, I got over it and tried to help her with her project. We’d all adapted to her presence and when she indicated that she’d be done by the end of the week we all were a little disappointed. We were all curious as to just what she’d write up about each of our jobs but she told us we’d have to wait.
It was raining Tuesday morning and Joan was back to wearing her baggy jeans. After a bit of ”small talk“ I headed for the door. Again, from out of no where, I asked if she were wearing her new panties. With no sunshine it was hard to tell but I thought I saw her blushing again. I really didn’t expect a response but she slowly nodded her head, affirmatively. With my hand on the doorknob I heard her ask if I wanted to see. I think it was the shock of hearing those words that made me freeze in place. I stood there as she lifted her blouse with one hand and pulled down the waistband of her jeans with the other. It was enough to see one of the appliques and that proved she was. I honestly don’t remember if I said anything and I don’t remember leaving.
To be continued...
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
ANTICIPATING SUMMER... Hot times (Part 82d)
The next thing I remember is waking up on the chaise out on the patio. The lights inside were out as were the lights over at Andy’s. I had no idea what time it was but I didn’t care. All I wanted was to climb into bed. It was still hot and even hotter inside than outside but I didn’t care. Walking into the bedroom I saw that Elle didn’t have a top sheet covering her and that she was wearing only panties. Again, all I wanted was to “crash” on the bed so didn’t really concern myself with it.
It was close to 9am when I woke and Elle was gone. I quickly realized that the sheet under me was wet. That’s when I remembered seeing Elle in only her panties and without her usual night time “package”. As I stood up I knew I was in for a long day as I had a pretty good hangover. I couldn’t remember just how many beers I’d had. I just hoped that a cool shower would help. Looking down the hall I could see Elle sitting at the dining room table with the kids so jumped into the shower. However, even with the refreshing coolness of the water it didn’t help my head.
Wearing nothing but boxer shorts I proceeded down the hall to the living room. I remember saying “Good morning” but only getting a response from my older daughter. Elle never even acknowledged me. That wasn’t good!. She was wearing a sleeveless top that looked like gauze and her panties. I remember her buying the top at the church clothing consignment store and, at the time, wondering why. It was easy to see she was braless. Even as bad as my head felt seeing her dressed that way started a bit of “stirring” down below. I went over to the table and stated a conversation with the girls only to have Elle get up and move to the sofa. That made me wonder what I’d said or done to her to get her so upset. I really couldn’t remember any harsh conversation with her from the night before.
There was no way I was going to church feeling the way I did. When I asked if she were going I did get a sharp response that it was “too hot!” At this point I was in no mood to go any further with the situation. Just to make conversation I asked the kids what they wanted to do. Jean, the oldest quickly replied “Go to the beach!”. The “beach”, to them, was Elle’s and my parents houses. Feeling the way I did, that was not exactly the response I wanted or needed. I made a half hearted attempt to talk her out of it but Elle, sensing that, chimed in that it was great idea. I was sure she was encouraging them as a type of punishment to me. At that point there was little I could say or do.
Elle decreed that before we left she had to do a load of wash. That’s when I remembered that condition of our bed. I wanted to ask about it but was smart enough to keep my mouth shut. Once that was done we headed out. My head was a bit better and even as hot as it was, feeling the air moving through the windows of the car was somewhat refreshing. As we got closer to the water I could feel that cooler air. Even with my hangover I actually looked forward to going swimming.
After being fed by Elle’s mother I set up umbrellas and towels on my parent’s beach for Elle and the kids. As I was doing this I noticed a sailboat anchored out in front of the neighbor’s house. They were Summer visitors only, living in Michigan full time. I hadn’t had much contact with them since I'd met them some years ago, usually just waving when visiting with my parents. I knew that my parents had become very friendly with them. I remembered from when I first met them that they had three boys. Just as I was about to go for a quick swim the man walked over and introduced himself as Arne. I’d met his wife the day they’d moved in but didn’t remember her name. In thinking about that time I remembered that I’d also gone over to their wash line one night and had taken a pair of panties but didn’t have the nerve to keep them. I think they were the very first Vanity Fair panties I’d ever had my hands on. In any case, after telling me his name he started “snowing” me with faint praise saying that my father had told him that I was “quite the sailor” and that he (Arne) should ask me for some “tips”. Not used to getting “snowed” I fell for it and told him that I’d try to help.
It turned out that he and his wife had only been sailing a few times and it was on a much larger boat that the one he’d bought. He really didn’t know anything about the basics of sailing, not even enough to put the sails on and to raise them up. My “plan” had been to go for a swim and then to go over to my parents garage and to get my own sailboat ready for racing the following weekend. However, I’d committed myself and it was certainly better than sitting with Elle who was still clearly exhibiting the fact that she was mad at me.
I told Arne to get his wife and at least his older son and we’d start at the very beginning. His wife’s name was Alexandra, or Alex, and the boy’s name was Andrew (and didn’t want to be called Andy). It was low tide so when we walked out to where the boat was anchored the water was mid calf for me and knee deep for Alex. I wanted them to be on the outside of the boat so I could show them all the working parts and how they worked without having to move people all around to do so. The husband and wife were willing “students“ and asked simple, but apt, questions. Andrew was a bit of a pain and I watched Arne smack him in the head once to get his attention. I was sure glad that Arne hadn’t been my father. I don’t know how long we worked on that but by the time I felt that they deserved the ”reward’“ of actually going sailing the water was half way up my thighs. I told them to get aboard and to put the sails on while I watched from outside the boat. When I helped Alex get in the boat I had two surprises... the first being that her shorts were wet up to her hips and the second being that I got to see a bit of white up one of the leg openings as she flipped her legs into the cockpit. The wind was just starting to pick up which was a help as far as cooling us off a bit.
To be continued...
The next thing I remember is waking up on the chaise out on the patio. The lights inside were out as were the lights over at Andy’s. I had no idea what time it was but I didn’t care. All I wanted was to climb into bed. It was still hot and even hotter inside than outside but I didn’t care. Walking into the bedroom I saw that Elle didn’t have a top sheet covering her and that she was wearing only panties. Again, all I wanted was to “crash” on the bed so didn’t really concern myself with it.
It was close to 9am when I woke and Elle was gone. I quickly realized that the sheet under me was wet. That’s when I remembered seeing Elle in only her panties and without her usual night time “package”. As I stood up I knew I was in for a long day as I had a pretty good hangover. I couldn’t remember just how many beers I’d had. I just hoped that a cool shower would help. Looking down the hall I could see Elle sitting at the dining room table with the kids so jumped into the shower. However, even with the refreshing coolness of the water it didn’t help my head.
Wearing nothing but boxer shorts I proceeded down the hall to the living room. I remember saying “Good morning” but only getting a response from my older daughter. Elle never even acknowledged me. That wasn’t good!. She was wearing a sleeveless top that looked like gauze and her panties. I remember her buying the top at the church clothing consignment store and, at the time, wondering why. It was easy to see she was braless. Even as bad as my head felt seeing her dressed that way started a bit of “stirring” down below. I went over to the table and stated a conversation with the girls only to have Elle get up and move to the sofa. That made me wonder what I’d said or done to her to get her so upset. I really couldn’t remember any harsh conversation with her from the night before.
There was no way I was going to church feeling the way I did. When I asked if she were going I did get a sharp response that it was “too hot!” At this point I was in no mood to go any further with the situation. Just to make conversation I asked the kids what they wanted to do. Jean, the oldest quickly replied “Go to the beach!”. The “beach”, to them, was Elle’s and my parents houses. Feeling the way I did, that was not exactly the response I wanted or needed. I made a half hearted attempt to talk her out of it but Elle, sensing that, chimed in that it was great idea. I was sure she was encouraging them as a type of punishment to me. At that point there was little I could say or do.
Elle decreed that before we left she had to do a load of wash. That’s when I remembered that condition of our bed. I wanted to ask about it but was smart enough to keep my mouth shut. Once that was done we headed out. My head was a bit better and even as hot as it was, feeling the air moving through the windows of the car was somewhat refreshing. As we got closer to the water I could feel that cooler air. Even with my hangover I actually looked forward to going swimming.
After being fed by Elle’s mother I set up umbrellas and towels on my parent’s beach for Elle and the kids. As I was doing this I noticed a sailboat anchored out in front of the neighbor’s house. They were Summer visitors only, living in Michigan full time. I hadn’t had much contact with them since I'd met them some years ago, usually just waving when visiting with my parents. I knew that my parents had become very friendly with them. I remembered from when I first met them that they had three boys. Just as I was about to go for a quick swim the man walked over and introduced himself as Arne. I’d met his wife the day they’d moved in but didn’t remember her name. In thinking about that time I remembered that I’d also gone over to their wash line one night and had taken a pair of panties but didn’t have the nerve to keep them. I think they were the very first Vanity Fair panties I’d ever had my hands on. In any case, after telling me his name he started “snowing” me with faint praise saying that my father had told him that I was “quite the sailor” and that he (Arne) should ask me for some “tips”. Not used to getting “snowed” I fell for it and told him that I’d try to help.
It turned out that he and his wife had only been sailing a few times and it was on a much larger boat that the one he’d bought. He really didn’t know anything about the basics of sailing, not even enough to put the sails on and to raise them up. My “plan” had been to go for a swim and then to go over to my parents garage and to get my own sailboat ready for racing the following weekend. However, I’d committed myself and it was certainly better than sitting with Elle who was still clearly exhibiting the fact that she was mad at me.
I told Arne to get his wife and at least his older son and we’d start at the very beginning. His wife’s name was Alexandra, or Alex, and the boy’s name was Andrew (and didn’t want to be called Andy). It was low tide so when we walked out to where the boat was anchored the water was mid calf for me and knee deep for Alex. I wanted them to be on the outside of the boat so I could show them all the working parts and how they worked without having to move people all around to do so. The husband and wife were willing “students“ and asked simple, but apt, questions. Andrew was a bit of a pain and I watched Arne smack him in the head once to get his attention. I was sure glad that Arne hadn’t been my father. I don’t know how long we worked on that but by the time I felt that they deserved the ”reward’“ of actually going sailing the water was half way up my thighs. I told them to get aboard and to put the sails on while I watched from outside the boat. When I helped Alex get in the boat I had two surprises... the first being that her shorts were wet up to her hips and the second being that I got to see a bit of white up one of the leg openings as she flipped her legs into the cockpit. The wind was just starting to pick up which was a help as far as cooling us off a bit.
To be continued...
Monday, December 12, 2011
ANTICIPATING SUMMER... Hot times (Part 82c)
When I returned home Elle was just about to leave for the local lake with the kids. The pool just wasn’t enough to keep them cool even with it dragged under the patio awning to get it out of the sun. I wanted to get out of my damp clothes and into a bathing suit and while I was doing that Lil called to talk with Elle. Andy had quit work early and had taken his kids over to the ocean but Lil never liked it there because of the big waves and swells. She asked if she could join us at the lake. What was a bit weird was that, as far as I or Elle knew, Lil seldom went out without Andy in a social or semi social way. I had no problem with it especially with what I'd seen earlier. My experience with Lil was that she was a bit of an exhibitionist, so was hoping for a bit of that. She was waiting for us by the station wagon and was wearing a pair of shorts and a halter top. I just assumed that she had a bathing suit on underneath them. Seeing her, all I could think about was the pictures I’d taken in the morning. I knew she knew I had the camera and just hoped she didn't say anything about it. Like I said I hadn’t really seen all that much after the first blast of water from Andy where she was lying on the ground. When taking the pictures I was concentrating on taking the pictures and not on her.
The only place I knew for access to the lake was where Jay, Jo and I would sometimes go for lunch. It was a surprise to find about a dozen cars parked along the road by the opening to the lake. Since it was privately owned by the community that surrounded it we didn’t have any other choice. However, as we started walking to the opening Kay remembered the bowling alley that she and Andy bowled at all the time had an access to the water and she knew the owner pretty well. We got back in the car and drove around the lake to the alleys. Luckily, the owner was there and gave us permission. By that time I was dripping wet with perspiration. We made our way to the water to find that there was basically no place to sit. At that point I didn’t care. All I wanted to do was immerse myself in the cool (and it was) water. There were a few fairly smooth rocks to put our towels and things on but they were too high to get up onto. I ended up taking my youngest while Elle took Jean and I pretty much forgot about Lil. The water was really too cold for the kids to stay in the water for very long so when I came back out I saw Lil sitting in the water. It was at the opening and for me to get out of the water she had to move. When she did I realized that she wasn’t wearing a bathing suit as I could clearly see the outline of the leg elastics from her panties though the shorts that were plastered to her. As I dried Anne off I tried to get more of a look at Lil. Even though I couldn’t actually see her panties it was close enough to make it exciting. Twice in one day! I couldn’t believe my luck.
Because of the possibility of getting the race car repaired and getting back to racing my interest in going to the races was heightened. I’d planned on going that night but as hot as it was and the fact that Eric wasn’t available to go and Andy wasn’t back from the ocean with his kids I decided staying home was probably a better idea. Elle had suggested that we cook hamburgers on the hibachi to keep her out of the kitchen. This discussion took place while returning from the lake while Lil was still with us. With Andy not back yet she persuaded Lil to join us. I thought, for sure, she’d go home to change but she didn’t. Her shorts had started to dry but as she bent over to set up the folding chairs I could clearly see her panties through the damp material. I’ll admit I had a soft bulge as I watched her while getting the hibachi set up. Elle, the kids and I all stayed in our bathing suits as we played in and around the pool. We’d just finished eating when Andy and his boys arrived. They joined us and Andy brought over some beer to make it a real party. We let the girls stay up past their bedtime but when it got dark Elle took them inside. It was still quite warm out so we all sat with our feet in the pool using fresh cool water from the hose to run over our arms and legs. I think Lil had gotten up to use the bathroom but Andy jumped up and grabbed her. He spun her around a few times and when he let her go she couldn’t stand up and fell to the ground. I think the beer had something to do with it but in any case Andy was laughing at her. As she tried to stand she started laughing and so did I. She kept telling us to stop laughing as she continued to try and stand up. Finally she gave up and I watched as she put her hands in her crotch. I remember thinking “could it be that she was wetting herself?”
Andy answered the question as he grabbed the hose and turned it on her, pointing right at her crotch. I remember him saying that she was “all cleaned up and ready to go” or something along those lines. She got up on her hands and knees and said she was going home. As she stumbled past the lamp post at the gate I, again, could see her panties though the clinging material of her totally wet shorts. Elle had come outside as the whole scene was finishing up and I remember her chastising Andy for not walking her home. He was pretty drunk by this time and he just laughed and made some comment about anyone who pees on themselves doesn’t deserve special treatment. The look on Elle’s face was classic shock. But, then again, she didn’t see as much of Andy as I did. My only regret was that the yard was dark where Lil had fallen and I didn’t see her actually peeing. All in all, it was still a very good day, especially as far as Lil was concerned.
To be continued...
When I returned home Elle was just about to leave for the local lake with the kids. The pool just wasn’t enough to keep them cool even with it dragged under the patio awning to get it out of the sun. I wanted to get out of my damp clothes and into a bathing suit and while I was doing that Lil called to talk with Elle. Andy had quit work early and had taken his kids over to the ocean but Lil never liked it there because of the big waves and swells. She asked if she could join us at the lake. What was a bit weird was that, as far as I or Elle knew, Lil seldom went out without Andy in a social or semi social way. I had no problem with it especially with what I'd seen earlier. My experience with Lil was that she was a bit of an exhibitionist, so was hoping for a bit of that. She was waiting for us by the station wagon and was wearing a pair of shorts and a halter top. I just assumed that she had a bathing suit on underneath them. Seeing her, all I could think about was the pictures I’d taken in the morning. I knew she knew I had the camera and just hoped she didn't say anything about it. Like I said I hadn’t really seen all that much after the first blast of water from Andy where she was lying on the ground. When taking the pictures I was concentrating on taking the pictures and not on her.
The only place I knew for access to the lake was where Jay, Jo and I would sometimes go for lunch. It was a surprise to find about a dozen cars parked along the road by the opening to the lake. Since it was privately owned by the community that surrounded it we didn’t have any other choice. However, as we started walking to the opening Kay remembered the bowling alley that she and Andy bowled at all the time had an access to the water and she knew the owner pretty well. We got back in the car and drove around the lake to the alleys. Luckily, the owner was there and gave us permission. By that time I was dripping wet with perspiration. We made our way to the water to find that there was basically no place to sit. At that point I didn’t care. All I wanted to do was immerse myself in the cool (and it was) water. There were a few fairly smooth rocks to put our towels and things on but they were too high to get up onto. I ended up taking my youngest while Elle took Jean and I pretty much forgot about Lil. The water was really too cold for the kids to stay in the water for very long so when I came back out I saw Lil sitting in the water. It was at the opening and for me to get out of the water she had to move. When she did I realized that she wasn’t wearing a bathing suit as I could clearly see the outline of the leg elastics from her panties though the shorts that were plastered to her. As I dried Anne off I tried to get more of a look at Lil. Even though I couldn’t actually see her panties it was close enough to make it exciting. Twice in one day! I couldn’t believe my luck.
Because of the possibility of getting the race car repaired and getting back to racing my interest in going to the races was heightened. I’d planned on going that night but as hot as it was and the fact that Eric wasn’t available to go and Andy wasn’t back from the ocean with his kids I decided staying home was probably a better idea. Elle had suggested that we cook hamburgers on the hibachi to keep her out of the kitchen. This discussion took place while returning from the lake while Lil was still with us. With Andy not back yet she persuaded Lil to join us. I thought, for sure, she’d go home to change but she didn’t. Her shorts had started to dry but as she bent over to set up the folding chairs I could clearly see her panties through the damp material. I’ll admit I had a soft bulge as I watched her while getting the hibachi set up. Elle, the kids and I all stayed in our bathing suits as we played in and around the pool. We’d just finished eating when Andy and his boys arrived. They joined us and Andy brought over some beer to make it a real party. We let the girls stay up past their bedtime but when it got dark Elle took them inside. It was still quite warm out so we all sat with our feet in the pool using fresh cool water from the hose to run over our arms and legs. I think Lil had gotten up to use the bathroom but Andy jumped up and grabbed her. He spun her around a few times and when he let her go she couldn’t stand up and fell to the ground. I think the beer had something to do with it but in any case Andy was laughing at her. As she tried to stand she started laughing and so did I. She kept telling us to stop laughing as she continued to try and stand up. Finally she gave up and I watched as she put her hands in her crotch. I remember thinking “could it be that she was wetting herself?”
Andy answered the question as he grabbed the hose and turned it on her, pointing right at her crotch. I remember him saying that she was “all cleaned up and ready to go” or something along those lines. She got up on her hands and knees and said she was going home. As she stumbled past the lamp post at the gate I, again, could see her panties though the clinging material of her totally wet shorts. Elle had come outside as the whole scene was finishing up and I remember her chastising Andy for not walking her home. He was pretty drunk by this time and he just laughed and made some comment about anyone who pees on themselves doesn’t deserve special treatment. The look on Elle’s face was classic shock. But, then again, she didn’t see as much of Andy as I did. My only regret was that the yard was dark where Lil had fallen and I didn’t see her actually peeing. All in all, it was still a very good day, especially as far as Lil was concerned.
To be continued...
Saturday, December 10, 2011
ANTICIPATING SUMMER... Hot times (Part 82b)
One of the things that Andy and I had worked out between us was that instead of each of us having our own proprietary vegetable garden I would grow some things and Andy would grow some different things and then we’d share. We took turns watering as his hose could reach the far parts of my garden and mine would do the same. The heat wave reached into the weekend and, wanting to get a head start on my day before the heat became unbearable, got up very early. The garden needed watering so I went out back and was in the process of doing my side when I saw Andy run around the back of his unit and crouch down along the side. He waved me over to where he was and in a whisper told me to crouch down as well and for me to give him the hose. I was truly puzzled but I could see he was dead serious so kept my mouth shut. We waited for a few minutes and then Andy pointed to the area just behind his unit where the clothes line was located. I saw Lil’s feet and legs sticking out from under a sheet that she was pinning to the line. Andy crept closer and then, turning the hose on full force, came running out and pointing the nozzle right at Lil. I hadn’t moved so couldn’t see her because of the sheet but I certainly could hear her scream. Lil, in trying to get away, ended up tripping over her wash basket. I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was lying there screaming for Andy to stop with her legs flailing and trying to keep the water from hitting her in the face. I could see her panties, which Andy had also soaked, and her breasts though her thoroughly wet shirt. She stayed that way, covering her face not trying to get up. Andy turned to me and told me to get my camera. I didn’t have to be told twice.
Luckily, Elle was busy with the kids so I just opened the cabinet and grabbed the camera. I was so anxious that I was trying to open the bellows of it while I running back. Lil was no longer lying on the ground but was now standing in their back yard with Andy still trying to spray her. He was limited by the length of my hose. Her kids were now out in the yard as well. I remember Lil yelling something like “Truce!” and just walking around just out of reach of the water. I pointed the camera and pushed the button. As it was the Polaroid, to take another picture I had to pull the tab to get that picture out and another in place. I did as quickly as I could, just dropping the first one on the ground and snapping another. After the second one there was no more film. All I could do was hope that they had come out.
Concerned that the camera might get wet, I quickly returned to my yard with both undeveloped pictures. One thing I’d learned about the camera was that it didn’t do a good job if the camera or the subject moved and I was concerned that, in my rush, I'd messed them up. I pulled the first picture away from the backing and was happy as it wasn't blurred. It was a good one as it got a bit of her nipples through the wet shirt as well as a good bit of her panties. I held my breath when I opened the second picture. It was clear but only showed her backside but got a good picture of her panties. I’d been so engrossed with all the activity that I hadn’t really noticed her panties were flowered until I saw the pictures. I immediately remembered that they were very much like the ones from the picture that Mac had given to me quite a while back. It also reminded me that I really hadn’t seen many of Lil’s panties on the wash line in the two months that they’d lived there. I vowed to do a better job of that moving forward.
To say that the experience made my day is to put it mildly. I was smart enough to hide the pictures and to leave without seeing Andy. My work for the day was at the sailing club where it was the work day to get it ready for the season. Rex (the boat builder) and I were co-chairman of the house committee and, this winter, we’d been lucky and there was no real damage to the building so, in that regard was looking forward to an easy day. We had a good turnout but, with three births since the first of the year, there was a dearth of females present. Elle, because of teaching full time, declined to come so that she could get caught up on the wash and housework. Because of the heat we did only what was absolutely necessary. Most of those who did show up ended up going swimming in their clothes. Unfortunately, for me, that did not include any females.
The prognosis for the season was that we’d have around 10 to 12 boats racing. Rex had sold his boat to one of the kids who been in the Junior sailing program. One of the “regulars”, Will, was leasing his boat and Chuck’s cousin was supposed to join us as well. The only concern was that the three women who’d just had babies wouldn’t be available as crews and would there be enough people to fill in for them. As we discussed the subject my thoughts went immediately to Cat, the woman who had showed up for part of the previous Summer. I surely hoped so. As we left for the day we agreed that the club was ready for it's official opening the following weekend. However, I wasn't anywhere near prepared but was still looking forward to it.
To be continued...
Thursday, December 08, 2011
ANTICIPATING SUMMER... Hot times (Part 82a)
During my father’s service time in WWII one of his jobs entailed keeping detailed weather records. As a result he became a “weather nut” and amateur weather forecaster. He even purchased Army surplus weather recording instruments to aid him in his prognostications. One thing that he had noticed over the years was that the in the month of June there seemed to be a period of days in which the temperature was ten to fifteen degrees above the norm. When he saw conditions that preceded this he would call us with a warning, not that there was anything we could do about it.
The building where Elle was teaching was new but air conditioning of schools hadn’t happened as yet. The building was one story with a flat roof as opposed to the typical two story school buildings built in the 1930’s that had the usual pitched roof. It only took one day for the heat to become a problem. Prevailing winds were from the Southwest and Elle’s room was in the Northeast corner so she got very little airflow. After two days of sweltering she approached the Principal to ask if she could take her class (1st graders) outside to a small grove of trees after lunch. With less than a week of school to go and 1st graders not being tested, he agreed. Excited with the prospect of escaping the overheated room she shuffled the kids outside as soon as she could. In her haste to get out of the building the one thing she forgot was to use the rest room. She was reading to the kids when one of her overactive boys started acting up. When she got up off the ground to go calm him down she felt a spurt of pee escape. That was the warning that she had only a minute or so to get to a toilet. To start with, the building was at least 300 feet away. Secondly, she had to have somebody watch the kids. She knew what was going to happen.
Because she had a constant daily schedule she’d been able to visit the bathroom without a hitch. Because of that constant she’d also stopped wearing even a partial “package” and had gone to wearing only two heavy cotton panties. She told me that when she got to the boy she squatted down, tenting her skirt, and then just peed there while holding his arm and scolding him. She said she stayed down like that until she was sure she’d “dripped off”. There was still over an hour until dismissal so she spent the rest of her day standing and walking around. When school let out she was at her station wagon and about to sit down when the Principal walked up. Her plan had been to pull her skirt and slip out from under her to keep them from getting wet as she sat but with the Principal right there she just plopped down.
At home Elle found the kids in the pool and Joan with her pant legs rolled up and her feet soaking. Not wanting to be seen with a wet bottom she went right inside to change. The kids, seeing her arrive, were clamoring for her attention so all she did was to grab dry panties and a pair of shorts leaving her wet things on top of the the washing machine. She didn’t think about them until after Joan had gone and I was home. I found them and immediately asked what had happened. That’s when she told me about her day. But it also reminded her that Joan had probably seen them as well. When she mentioned it I reminded her that Joan had had her own “accident” and that she shouldn't let it bother her. She said she was still embarrassed. I just smiled to myself.
When Andy and Lil told had us they were going to be our new neighbors both Elle and I had some concerns. Andy, although a good hearted guy and one I considered a good friend, had a tendency to be loud and boisterous, especially after a few beers. With lengthening daylight hours and warmer weather some of our fears were coming to fruition as he would roughhouse with his boys after he got home from work. Not wanting to upset him I kept my concerns about the noise to myself. When the real hot weather arrived it meant that all the windows in most homeowners units were open. Sitting in my yard, even though I couldn’t see them horsing around, I could clearly hear them. After getting our girls to bed we’d go sit outside wearing as little as we dared. I was into wearing boxer briefs at the time and they could pass as shorts. On a couple of nights I was able to persuade Elle to wear just her baby doll sleep top and her panties. Reluctant at first she warmed to the idea when I placed our chairs so the Andy and Lil couldn’t see just how little she had on. For me this was particularly exciting because she could just sit there and pee her panties without a worry. On this one night, as usual, we heard Andy and the boys fooling around. Mostly it was the boys screaming as Andy would catch and then tickle them. All of a sudden we heard Andy let out a big scream and then heard the boys yelling something along the lines of “get him mom!” This went on for a few minutes and then, because we could see into their unit, saw Lil go running through the living room towards the back of the unit with Andy in pursuit. Because the windows were open we could hear pretty much what was going on. Lil had locked herself in the bathroom to escape from Andy. The screaming we’d heard was because Lil had come out and turned the hose on Andy and he wanted revenge. As of the time we went to bed Lil still hadn’t come out.
To be continued...
During my father’s service time in WWII one of his jobs entailed keeping detailed weather records. As a result he became a “weather nut” and amateur weather forecaster. He even purchased Army surplus weather recording instruments to aid him in his prognostications. One thing that he had noticed over the years was that the in the month of June there seemed to be a period of days in which the temperature was ten to fifteen degrees above the norm. When he saw conditions that preceded this he would call us with a warning, not that there was anything we could do about it.
The building where Elle was teaching was new but air conditioning of schools hadn’t happened as yet. The building was one story with a flat roof as opposed to the typical two story school buildings built in the 1930’s that had the usual pitched roof. It only took one day for the heat to become a problem. Prevailing winds were from the Southwest and Elle’s room was in the Northeast corner so she got very little airflow. After two days of sweltering she approached the Principal to ask if she could take her class (1st graders) outside to a small grove of trees after lunch. With less than a week of school to go and 1st graders not being tested, he agreed. Excited with the prospect of escaping the overheated room she shuffled the kids outside as soon as she could. In her haste to get out of the building the one thing she forgot was to use the rest room. She was reading to the kids when one of her overactive boys started acting up. When she got up off the ground to go calm him down she felt a spurt of pee escape. That was the warning that she had only a minute or so to get to a toilet. To start with, the building was at least 300 feet away. Secondly, she had to have somebody watch the kids. She knew what was going to happen.
Because she had a constant daily schedule she’d been able to visit the bathroom without a hitch. Because of that constant she’d also stopped wearing even a partial “package” and had gone to wearing only two heavy cotton panties. She told me that when she got to the boy she squatted down, tenting her skirt, and then just peed there while holding his arm and scolding him. She said she stayed down like that until she was sure she’d “dripped off”. There was still over an hour until dismissal so she spent the rest of her day standing and walking around. When school let out she was at her station wagon and about to sit down when the Principal walked up. Her plan had been to pull her skirt and slip out from under her to keep them from getting wet as she sat but with the Principal right there she just plopped down.
At home Elle found the kids in the pool and Joan with her pant legs rolled up and her feet soaking. Not wanting to be seen with a wet bottom she went right inside to change. The kids, seeing her arrive, were clamoring for her attention so all she did was to grab dry panties and a pair of shorts leaving her wet things on top of the the washing machine. She didn’t think about them until after Joan had gone and I was home. I found them and immediately asked what had happened. That’s when she told me about her day. But it also reminded her that Joan had probably seen them as well. When she mentioned it I reminded her that Joan had had her own “accident” and that she shouldn't let it bother her. She said she was still embarrassed. I just smiled to myself.
When Andy and Lil told had us they were going to be our new neighbors both Elle and I had some concerns. Andy, although a good hearted guy and one I considered a good friend, had a tendency to be loud and boisterous, especially after a few beers. With lengthening daylight hours and warmer weather some of our fears were coming to fruition as he would roughhouse with his boys after he got home from work. Not wanting to upset him I kept my concerns about the noise to myself. When the real hot weather arrived it meant that all the windows in most homeowners units were open. Sitting in my yard, even though I couldn’t see them horsing around, I could clearly hear them. After getting our girls to bed we’d go sit outside wearing as little as we dared. I was into wearing boxer briefs at the time and they could pass as shorts. On a couple of nights I was able to persuade Elle to wear just her baby doll sleep top and her panties. Reluctant at first she warmed to the idea when I placed our chairs so the Andy and Lil couldn’t see just how little she had on. For me this was particularly exciting because she could just sit there and pee her panties without a worry. On this one night, as usual, we heard Andy and the boys fooling around. Mostly it was the boys screaming as Andy would catch and then tickle them. All of a sudden we heard Andy let out a big scream and then heard the boys yelling something along the lines of “get him mom!” This went on for a few minutes and then, because we could see into their unit, saw Lil go running through the living room towards the back of the unit with Andy in pursuit. Because the windows were open we could hear pretty much what was going on. Lil had locked herself in the bathroom to escape from Andy. The screaming we’d heard was because Lil had come out and turned the hose on Andy and he wanted revenge. As of the time we went to bed Lil still hadn’t come out.
To be continued...
Tuesday, December 06, 2011
STILL SPRING... but getting warmer (Part 81g)
I told her I’d be right back and hurried down the hall. The kids were occupied playing with the food they hadn’t eaten for breakfast so I didn’t worry about them. I’d hidden the panties in my underwear drawer with the tissue paper that the saleslady had wrapped them in still with them. I, nervously, returned to where Joan was standing in the living room and handed the little package to her. Her puzzled look quickly turned to a smile when she realized what it was. However, the puzzled look returned and she mumbled something about them, questioning if they were for her. At that point I was probably beet red and thinking I’d gone too far. I assured her that I’d bought them for her since she’d been so excited with Elle’s nylon panties when she’d worn them. I explained that I was so pleased with her willingness to care for the kids that I’d thought this would be a way to give her something special. Then there was silence.
I think the first words were something about how her husband would take it... her getting a gift of panties. She was holding one pair, opened up so that the lace treatments could be seen and holding the other two pair flat on her opened palm. I saw the sales slip stuck between those two and reached out to get it. My mind was working overtime and I think I just blurted out that she could tell him that she’d bought them herself, pointing to the receipt. I could see her stance softening as a bit of a smile formed on her face. She hemmed and hawed for a bit and then nodded her head in a positive way.
I know you won’t believe me when I tell you that I hadn’t pre-planned what I said to her next. I really did want to leave and to get to work but as I started for the door I said something along the lines of “Before I go why don’t you go try one on so I know they fit.” I don’t think she said anything before she headed down the hall. I waited for a minute or so and then I called down to her. Standing by the door I could see right down the hallway. Right after I called I saw her step out from the bathroom and even though the lighting was poor I could see that she was standing there in just her blouse and panties. I was not expecting that! I was shocked. Then, the very last thing I expected was to hear her say “Don’t you want to look?”
To say that I “didn’t want to” would be lying. However, as much as I wanted to take that walk down the hall, I didn’t. I do remember asking if they were baggy and her answering that they weren’t. I’m sure I said something as a response but the memory just isn’t there. I remember sitting in my car out in front and being quite “warm”. I also remember trying to figure how she’d interpreted my request to try them on as a request for a “show“. As I headed off to work I just hoped that she didn’t tell her husband all the details.
That weekend, as I finished up on the playhouse, I decided I’d use the money I made from it to pay off more of the patio room. I stopped at the office on my way home and found Dick there. I’d hoped that Bea, Ben’s wife, would be there and that I might get a VPL. When I handed him the money he told me that he had good news. I was puzzled. Good news... about what and for who. He went into the files and pulled out a folder and put it on the counter. As he opened it, right on top was a note that said ”Paid in Full“. The way I had it figured I owed over $300 before I gave him the money. Then he explained. At the open house for the new travel trailer section I had shown one of my father’s friends through the display trailers. The man had come back and bought one and insisted that I get the commission. Even though it wasn’t enough to pay it off in full Dick had decided that I’d done enough for he and his brother to write it off... and that meant I could keep the$125 cash I had. Talk about a good feeling!
From the office to home I had a debate with myself. Do I tell Elle or do I keep it to myself and put it towards the race car. I didn’t come up with an answer but did decide to go to the races if Eric, Jim and Andy were going. I found Andy and Eric up at Andy’s old trailer. As I’d mentioned, Andy bought Alvin and Millie’s unit without selling his with the idea of renting it out. Eric had an Air Force buddy who was just married and needed a place to stay. Andy was going through it with Eric when I arrived. Of course Andy was excited with the prospect of some cash flow and, feeling like me, a little ”flush”, said yes. We tracked down Jim and coerced him into joining
It’s always amazed me how just a little positive reinforcement can get a project going. Three of us were all excited for different, but somewhat related, reasons and had gotten Jim involved as well. By the time the races were over that night all of us were planning the next move for my race car. Even though it was close to midnight we stopped at the car to look at it. In bed, my only thoughts were on getting it fixed and back racing.
On Monday night Jim, who’s cousin was the racer in the faster division, came over and said he thought he’d found a front axel for me. He had to go out to a work site to make a repair on a road grader. When the equipment broke they had to push it off the road and into the woods. While working on it he walked into the wood to relieve himself and saw a rusty old Ford truck covered with vines. Not being a racing ”buff“ he wasn’t sure if it had what I was needing. It was located about 30 miles East of us. We got in touch with Eric and persuaded him to take the ride. Long story short... the axel would fit. The problem would be in getting it out. Eric said it would take four of us to extract it not only from the truck but also from the woods. Even though it would take some time I was excited. The best part was that it wasn’t going to cost me any money.
To be continued...
I told her I’d be right back and hurried down the hall. The kids were occupied playing with the food they hadn’t eaten for breakfast so I didn’t worry about them. I’d hidden the panties in my underwear drawer with the tissue paper that the saleslady had wrapped them in still with them. I, nervously, returned to where Joan was standing in the living room and handed the little package to her. Her puzzled look quickly turned to a smile when she realized what it was. However, the puzzled look returned and she mumbled something about them, questioning if they were for her. At that point I was probably beet red and thinking I’d gone too far. I assured her that I’d bought them for her since she’d been so excited with Elle’s nylon panties when she’d worn them. I explained that I was so pleased with her willingness to care for the kids that I’d thought this would be a way to give her something special. Then there was silence.
I think the first words were something about how her husband would take it... her getting a gift of panties. She was holding one pair, opened up so that the lace treatments could be seen and holding the other two pair flat on her opened palm. I saw the sales slip stuck between those two and reached out to get it. My mind was working overtime and I think I just blurted out that she could tell him that she’d bought them herself, pointing to the receipt. I could see her stance softening as a bit of a smile formed on her face. She hemmed and hawed for a bit and then nodded her head in a positive way.
I know you won’t believe me when I tell you that I hadn’t pre-planned what I said to her next. I really did want to leave and to get to work but as I started for the door I said something along the lines of “Before I go why don’t you go try one on so I know they fit.” I don’t think she said anything before she headed down the hall. I waited for a minute or so and then I called down to her. Standing by the door I could see right down the hallway. Right after I called I saw her step out from the bathroom and even though the lighting was poor I could see that she was standing there in just her blouse and panties. I was not expecting that! I was shocked. Then, the very last thing I expected was to hear her say “Don’t you want to look?”
To say that I “didn’t want to” would be lying. However, as much as I wanted to take that walk down the hall, I didn’t. I do remember asking if they were baggy and her answering that they weren’t. I’m sure I said something as a response but the memory just isn’t there. I remember sitting in my car out in front and being quite “warm”. I also remember trying to figure how she’d interpreted my request to try them on as a request for a “show“. As I headed off to work I just hoped that she didn’t tell her husband all the details.
That weekend, as I finished up on the playhouse, I decided I’d use the money I made from it to pay off more of the patio room. I stopped at the office on my way home and found Dick there. I’d hoped that Bea, Ben’s wife, would be there and that I might get a VPL. When I handed him the money he told me that he had good news. I was puzzled. Good news... about what and for who. He went into the files and pulled out a folder and put it on the counter. As he opened it, right on top was a note that said ”Paid in Full“. The way I had it figured I owed over $300 before I gave him the money. Then he explained. At the open house for the new travel trailer section I had shown one of my father’s friends through the display trailers. The man had come back and bought one and insisted that I get the commission. Even though it wasn’t enough to pay it off in full Dick had decided that I’d done enough for he and his brother to write it off... and that meant I could keep the$125 cash I had. Talk about a good feeling!
From the office to home I had a debate with myself. Do I tell Elle or do I keep it to myself and put it towards the race car. I didn’t come up with an answer but did decide to go to the races if Eric, Jim and Andy were going. I found Andy and Eric up at Andy’s old trailer. As I’d mentioned, Andy bought Alvin and Millie’s unit without selling his with the idea of renting it out. Eric had an Air Force buddy who was just married and needed a place to stay. Andy was going through it with Eric when I arrived. Of course Andy was excited with the prospect of some cash flow and, feeling like me, a little ”flush”, said yes. We tracked down Jim and coerced him into joining
It’s always amazed me how just a little positive reinforcement can get a project going. Three of us were all excited for different, but somewhat related, reasons and had gotten Jim involved as well. By the time the races were over that night all of us were planning the next move for my race car. Even though it was close to midnight we stopped at the car to look at it. In bed, my only thoughts were on getting it fixed and back racing.
On Monday night Jim, who’s cousin was the racer in the faster division, came over and said he thought he’d found a front axel for me. He had to go out to a work site to make a repair on a road grader. When the equipment broke they had to push it off the road and into the woods. While working on it he walked into the wood to relieve himself and saw a rusty old Ford truck covered with vines. Not being a racing ”buff“ he wasn’t sure if it had what I was needing. It was located about 30 miles East of us. We got in touch with Eric and persuaded him to take the ride. Long story short... the axel would fit. The problem would be in getting it out. Eric said it would take four of us to extract it not only from the truck but also from the woods. Even though it would take some time I was excited. The best part was that it wasn’t going to cost me any money.
To be continued...
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