GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 119g)
After we’d brought the boat back to the marina the owner of it came over to say “Hello” and to remind me I still owed money on the trailer I’d bought from him for the Sunfish. I’d completely forgotten about it and was embarrassed. I didn’t have any money with me and told him I’d be back a little later with it. He said he wasn’t worried but I felt I had to make it up to him and knew I’d be back soon.
The driveway into and out of the marina was weird. Leaving, you had to make a 90 degree turn to the left, go about 50 or so feet and then make a 90 degree turn to the right. When I’d picked up the trailer and was leaving the marina I’d noticed two garages that backed up to the driveway with wash lines located right behind them. They were close enough to almost reach out and touch them. Leaving with Elle I noticed them again and there was some wash on one of them. There was nothing of interest but their proximity had me thinking to the future. I told myself that I’d have to pay more attention when arriving at the marina in the future.
That weekend was the annual Chamber of Commerce picnic that was hosted and held at the local aerospace facility. As a member, the bank was expected to provide volunteers and, as I’d done the previous year, I chose the Friday afternoon/evening shift so I’d be free to be with Elle and the kids for the picnic itself. The bank provided two tickets to each employee to not only support the Chamber but to also foster community involvement. I’d enjoyed laying out the parking area the previous year and took that project on. The group that I was working with finished up right before it got dark. Initially, I’d planned on going straight home but the local beer distributor provided the workers with some libations and I ended up staying late. By the time I got home Elle was asleep. I knew she wouldn’t be happy so just slid, quietly, into bed.
We’d planned on leaving for the picnic around 8:30am so that we could eat early and get back with time to do something at home. I didn’t expect much in the way of conversation and I wasn’t disappointed. I’d shaved and showered before I heard anything directed at me. Knowing that the kids wouldn’t eat the Bar B Que Elle was making sandwiches for them and, in passing, stated that we had to pick Sandy up. That came for out of the blue so I asked. She said that she and Sandy had played tennis the previous day and, in conversation, she’d mentioned that we’d be going to “The Picnic”. It was such a prominent event in the area it had taken on the identity of “The Picnic” but Sandy hadn’t heard of it. She asked about it and Elle, knowing that we had the extra ticket (I, as a volunteer, got my food for free) asked Sandy if she wanted it. Her husband worked at a local boy’s camp and was working so she was going to be all alone anyway she said "yes".
I had no problem with her joining us and, in truth, immediately started thing about the possibility of a DP or a VPL, or maybe both. I loaded our gear, (blankets, beach towels, chairs, toys to occupy the kids, primarily Kaye the younger one and the kids food) into the station wagon while Elle corralled the kids and herded them in as well. Sandy was waiting for us. For her chair she had one of those beach things where the seat is just above the sand (or ground) but it did have a back. Bubbly as usual, Sandy seemed really excited to be going. As a volunteer I was allowed to enter the grounds though the back gate thus avoiding the long lines at the main gate. I’d staked out a place for us before leaving the night before. It was one of the few areas that provided some shade, at least in the morning. Being a Friday worker I had that advantage.
As soon as we got out of the station wagon the kids wanted to go get on the rides. We were too early for that so I suggested that as soon as we had our space settled we take a walk around to show Sandy what was there. I was surprised that they remembered so much only going there once a year. When we got to the merry go round I saw Bret. He was the combination ticket taker/operator. A bit further on I saw Lena, the president’s secretary, selling tickets in his stead as he was home caring for his invalid wife. Hobie was on the money counting detail. The only one I didn’t see was J J. He’d told me he would be working at the Bar B Que pit, flipping screens, but he was no where in sight. One of the guys doing the same job knew that I worked with J J and asked about him. I had no idea where he was and when I told the guy that he asked if I could fill in for him until he got there. If I have one major problem it’s that I don’t know how to say “No!” when asked to help out.
J J showed up after 11am, the time the public could be served their food. I wasn’t interested in his excuse but did tell him we were even. I’d “owed” him for helping to move the dining room furniture but no longer. As I headed for where Elle, Sandy and the kids were located I knew I smelled of Bar B Que chicken. Getting there I saw Sandy on her hands and knees playing with Kay and a little boy who looked to be her age. One of my hopes for the day was staring me right in the face... a beautiful DP. There was at least three inches across her back and from the waistband of her shorts to the elastic waistband of the panties, an inch. I couldn’t resist squatting down along side her but just a bit behind her. I made conversation but my eyes concentrated on the panties, very much wanting to identify the elastic and the panty maker. It only took a few second for me to see something totally unexpected. There was only one panty manufacturer that I was aware of with their label right in the middle of the back of the panty... Carters. They were the last brand I would’ve expected to see on her but there was no doubt about it in my mind.
To be continued...
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
CHRISTMAS...
CHRISTMAS...
Here’s a picture that will hopefully get the readers of this tome into the holiday spirit. However, it was not taken in the period that I’m presently writing about. Be that as it may, here’s hoping that the season is a happy one for you and all the members of your family. May the New Year bring with it good health for you and your loved ones. PEACE!
FYI; I'll be away until the New Year.
Here’s a picture that will hopefully get the readers of this tome into the holiday spirit. However, it was not taken in the period that I’m presently writing about. Be that as it may, here’s hoping that the season is a happy one for you and all the members of your family. May the New Year bring with it good health for you and your loved ones. PEACE!
FYI; I'll be away until the New Year.
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| Look what I found under my tree! |
Monday, December 23, 2013
GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 119f)
GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 119f)
We were late getting back to Elle’s mother to pick up the kids and that wasn’t good. If there was one thing her mother couldn’t stand was for anyone to be late... for anything... at any time. No excuses, period. End of sentence By the time we got home it was early afternoon and Elle and I hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast. In spite of our hunger we both wanted to see the bathing suit on Elle. I couldn’t believe that we had taken the suit without first trying it on but, because of the way we were treated all we wanted to do was leave... but with the suit in hand.
The kids had eaten and they were happy to stay outside and play. We were probably only a few steps inside the kitchen door and Elle was already stepping out of her shorts. As I was pulling the suit out of the bag I realized that it was nylon and that excited me. As she took off her top and bra my eyes never left her. I’d seen her that way a thousand times but there was something about being semi naked in the kitchen and it being daylight that was especially titillating. I handed her the panties first and she slipped them on over her own. They looked to be about the same size as her regular panties but they were heavier. As close look showed two layers of nylon, the outer one with the flowered pattern and the other plain white. They also were missing a discernible crotch. When she slipped the top over her head and nestled it over her breast it fit perfectly... and looked great on her. Now, she wanted to go for a swim.
There were a number of problems with that wish. First of all we would’ve had to get the kids ready for the beach and the two oldest had a birthday party to go to. Secondly, I had to get the lawn cut because my parents were bringing my uncle and cousin over to see the house for the first time. I told her we’d find a way to do it the next day. There wasn’t much she could say.
While we were eating my father called to say he couldn’t contact the man with the truck but he suggested that I just go over to his house. When he gave me the directions I recognized the address as being on the same street as the house I called the ”panty house“ and from my back yard I could see the street. As important as getting the furniture moved was I decided the lawn could wait and jumped into my car. It took less than two minutes to get there.
Like they say, timing is everything. As I pulled up in front of his house I looked to my left and saw a wash line partially filled with panties. I sat there watching the lady carefully unpin each pair, fold it it and lay it carefully into the wash basket. I’d actually stopped so I was partially blocking the driveway of the man I wanted to see. The sharp sound of a horn got my attention and as I looked in my rear view mirror saw a red truck. After identifying myself and a short conversation a deal was struck. He’d meet me Monday afternoon at 5pm. He satisfied my concerns about protecting the furniture and reminded me that I’d need help as he was limited in what he could do. I told him I’d have it covered... but wasn’t exactly sure how.
I’d been trying to avoid J J as much as possible outside of work. I so disliked his wife that I’d come up with outright lies to avoid them on a social basis. On Monday, when I asked J J if he could give me a hand I knew it would put me in the position of owing him a favor but I really didn’t have a choice. There was a positive factor in that since he lived in the same town he could help me unload the furniture when it got to my house. My other helper ended up being Bret, at least for the loading part.
The man with the truck brought some old blankets to cushion the furniture so that alleviated my biggest fear. It didn’t take all that long to load it all up but tying it down was what took the most time. The furniture was awkward to handle and that was the reason for needing extra hands. By the time we got to my house it was close to 7pm. When we drove past John’s (the farmer) house I saw him just getting out of his pick up truck. I stopped and asked if he could come over and give me a hand and he willingly agreed. It took very little time to get it all in the house and placed. In spite of my mother’s warnings about it being out of place, Elle and I thought it looked great. The only negative being that I now owed J J a favor.
Elle had ”christened“ her new bathing suit by taking the kids to the beach that day. She said she really loved the way it felt and appreciated how quickly it dried. She admitted she felt a bit guilty about doing it without me. I tried to think of a time when I could go with her but it seemed like time was against me. The upcoming weekend was the annual Chamber of Commerce picnic. With the bank a member it was expected that all the officers would be involved in both the preparation as well as the actual event. While eating I came up with an idea. What if I took a half day off.
That Saturday, when I’d taken the Sunfish to my parents for a day of sailing, I ended up giving any number of people rides and/or letting them sail it themselves. One of the people had told me that any time I wanted to borrow his outboard motor boat I could. I remembered his name and gave him a call. We settled on Wednesday afternoon. I told Elle to find someone to watch the kids (her mother was still mad at us for picking the kids up late the previous Saturday) and we'd take off to one of the places we used to go for a picnic in my sailboat back when we were dating. I got a BIG smile in return.
I had one request for Elle that day. She was to wear a pair of her regular panties under the suit bottom. She wanted to know why but all I did was to smile back at her when I left for work. Arriving home about 1pm, Elle had dropped the kids off at Phyl’s. She was thrilled because she had boys and had always wanted girls. The boat was at the small marina near where both sets of our parents lived. We were soon on our way and I remember thinking that it was the first time I’d been in an outboard since we moved back to the area. I went to what had become our favorite place to go because of it’s privacy. As soon as we dropped anchor I asked Elle to take the suit bottom off. She gave me a ”look’ but did as I asked. Then I dove off the side of the boat and waved her into the water. I won’t go into the details but we had a marvelous afternoon. I’d brought the kids brownie camera and took a few pictures for posterity.
To be continued...
We were late getting back to Elle’s mother to pick up the kids and that wasn’t good. If there was one thing her mother couldn’t stand was for anyone to be late... for anything... at any time. No excuses, period. End of sentence By the time we got home it was early afternoon and Elle and I hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast. In spite of our hunger we both wanted to see the bathing suit on Elle. I couldn’t believe that we had taken the suit without first trying it on but, because of the way we were treated all we wanted to do was leave... but with the suit in hand.
The kids had eaten and they were happy to stay outside and play. We were probably only a few steps inside the kitchen door and Elle was already stepping out of her shorts. As I was pulling the suit out of the bag I realized that it was nylon and that excited me. As she took off her top and bra my eyes never left her. I’d seen her that way a thousand times but there was something about being semi naked in the kitchen and it being daylight that was especially titillating. I handed her the panties first and she slipped them on over her own. They looked to be about the same size as her regular panties but they were heavier. As close look showed two layers of nylon, the outer one with the flowered pattern and the other plain white. They also were missing a discernible crotch. When she slipped the top over her head and nestled it over her breast it fit perfectly... and looked great on her. Now, she wanted to go for a swim.
There were a number of problems with that wish. First of all we would’ve had to get the kids ready for the beach and the two oldest had a birthday party to go to. Secondly, I had to get the lawn cut because my parents were bringing my uncle and cousin over to see the house for the first time. I told her we’d find a way to do it the next day. There wasn’t much she could say.
While we were eating my father called to say he couldn’t contact the man with the truck but he suggested that I just go over to his house. When he gave me the directions I recognized the address as being on the same street as the house I called the ”panty house“ and from my back yard I could see the street. As important as getting the furniture moved was I decided the lawn could wait and jumped into my car. It took less than two minutes to get there.
Like they say, timing is everything. As I pulled up in front of his house I looked to my left and saw a wash line partially filled with panties. I sat there watching the lady carefully unpin each pair, fold it it and lay it carefully into the wash basket. I’d actually stopped so I was partially blocking the driveway of the man I wanted to see. The sharp sound of a horn got my attention and as I looked in my rear view mirror saw a red truck. After identifying myself and a short conversation a deal was struck. He’d meet me Monday afternoon at 5pm. He satisfied my concerns about protecting the furniture and reminded me that I’d need help as he was limited in what he could do. I told him I’d have it covered... but wasn’t exactly sure how.
I’d been trying to avoid J J as much as possible outside of work. I so disliked his wife that I’d come up with outright lies to avoid them on a social basis. On Monday, when I asked J J if he could give me a hand I knew it would put me in the position of owing him a favor but I really didn’t have a choice. There was a positive factor in that since he lived in the same town he could help me unload the furniture when it got to my house. My other helper ended up being Bret, at least for the loading part.
The man with the truck brought some old blankets to cushion the furniture so that alleviated my biggest fear. It didn’t take all that long to load it all up but tying it down was what took the most time. The furniture was awkward to handle and that was the reason for needing extra hands. By the time we got to my house it was close to 7pm. When we drove past John’s (the farmer) house I saw him just getting out of his pick up truck. I stopped and asked if he could come over and give me a hand and he willingly agreed. It took very little time to get it all in the house and placed. In spite of my mother’s warnings about it being out of place, Elle and I thought it looked great. The only negative being that I now owed J J a favor.
Elle had ”christened“ her new bathing suit by taking the kids to the beach that day. She said she really loved the way it felt and appreciated how quickly it dried. She admitted she felt a bit guilty about doing it without me. I tried to think of a time when I could go with her but it seemed like time was against me. The upcoming weekend was the annual Chamber of Commerce picnic. With the bank a member it was expected that all the officers would be involved in both the preparation as well as the actual event. While eating I came up with an idea. What if I took a half day off.
That Saturday, when I’d taken the Sunfish to my parents for a day of sailing, I ended up giving any number of people rides and/or letting them sail it themselves. One of the people had told me that any time I wanted to borrow his outboard motor boat I could. I remembered his name and gave him a call. We settled on Wednesday afternoon. I told Elle to find someone to watch the kids (her mother was still mad at us for picking the kids up late the previous Saturday) and we'd take off to one of the places we used to go for a picnic in my sailboat back when we were dating. I got a BIG smile in return.
I had one request for Elle that day. She was to wear a pair of her regular panties under the suit bottom. She wanted to know why but all I did was to smile back at her when I left for work. Arriving home about 1pm, Elle had dropped the kids off at Phyl’s. She was thrilled because she had boys and had always wanted girls. The boat was at the small marina near where both sets of our parents lived. We were soon on our way and I remember thinking that it was the first time I’d been in an outboard since we moved back to the area. I went to what had become our favorite place to go because of it’s privacy. As soon as we dropped anchor I asked Elle to take the suit bottom off. She gave me a ”look’ but did as I asked. Then I dove off the side of the boat and waved her into the water. I won’t go into the details but we had a marvelous afternoon. I’d brought the kids brownie camera and took a few pictures for posterity.
Saturday, December 21, 2013
GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 119e)
GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 119e)
I’d hoped that the check with the proceeds of the second loan I’d made against my trust account would’ve arrived on Thursday so I could’ve deposited it in the bank on Friday. It didn’t. It was there when I stopped at the post office on my way home on Friday night. However, it was comforting to know that I had it even though I couldn’t spend any of it until it was deposited in the bank and had “cleared. After paying all that I owed I figured I’d have about $200 for clothes for Elle and the kids and $100 for a proverbial ”rainy day“. As I lay in bed that night I had a good feeling knowing that by mid week I wouldn’t owe anyone.
Saturday mornings without the kids allowed us to sleep in and... have a little “morning delight”. Elle decided to do her food shopping before getting the kids from her mother’s. While she was gone I got a call from my mother. She and my father were at my grandfather’s house. I knew my father wanted to sell it but before he could he wanted to have an auction of the contents. The question she had for me was to find out if Elle and I might be interested in having the dining room furniture before the auction house inventoried it. We’d managed to collect enough furniture to make our house “livable” with one exception. There was no furniture in the dining room... not even a chair. The rest of what we had was eclectic, for sure. Someone had asked what style we’d chose to furnish the house and the answer was “early attic”. In spite of having lived with my grandparents as a boy and having eaten many meals in their dining room, I had no memory of what the furniture looked like. I didn’t hesitate to give my mother an answer of “Yes!”. It surprised me when she made the statement that she thought it was “too formal” for us. I distinctly remember standing by the phone and wondering why she even bothered to ask if I wanted it if that’s the way she felt. After a pause where I didn’t respond she told me to get there as soon as possible to confirm that I/we really did want it.
I had to wait for Elle to return and, after a phone call to her mother to tell her it would be a while until we picked up the kids, we took off to go take a look at it. I probably looked more like a hobo, dressed to do yard work, than a bank officer and, to boot, Elle was wearing a pair of short shorts. They were a pair that I especially liked because, depending of the panties and how they fit, it was fairly easy to get a panty peek from her back side. As we walked up the back porch stairs I got what I was looking for. However, I knew my mother, silently, disapproved of them but there was nothing we could do about it then. There were two men there who were “tagging” various pieces of furniture. My mother led us into the dining room and I was really surprised at just how much furniture there was in it. As I suspected she tried to make it seem like it was the wrong “style” for our other furniture. She emphasized how “formal” it was and there was nothing formal about the rest of our furniture. All Elle and I could see was it placed in our dining room and filling an empty room... at no cost to us. I told her it was perfect just about the time my father walked into the room. He seemed pleased that we would take it but he told us that it would be up to us to get it moved... and before Tuesday. The auctioneers were holding a “preview” a day prior to the auction and didn’t want to get prospective buyers confused. I had absolutely no idea how I’d be able to do it. After a little discussion my father said he’d call the man who’d moved the kids playhouse from the mobile home park to our house for me. We left it at that.
Elle hadn’t been back in town since we moved in December. As we headed for my car she asked if we could just walk down the street so she could “take a peek” (her words) in the windows of her favorite clothing store. Even though most of the clothes she’d gotten were from either the Sears or Wards catalogs she did have some from that store. They carried the Aileen brand and she loved their things. As we approached she saw a bathing suit on a mannequin in the window and just by the little squeal she let out I knew she wanted it. It looked like a tennis dress but it had a flowered print rather than all white. I could see the panties had the same print and appeared to be a separate piece of the suit. I’d gotten paid on Friday and before making the deposit into our mortgage account I’d taken out the needed cash for our next two weeks and it was in my wallet. I think I took a deep breath before we walked in the store.
We made straight for the bathing suits. It only took a few seconds for Elle to go through them and the sad look on her face told me there wasn’t one in her size. There were only a few people in the store and the only clerk we saw was sitting on a stool by the cash register and looking very bored. We walked over to her, a middle aged lady with obviously dyed hair, and asked if there were any more of the type that Elle had in her hands. Still looking bored she grunted out a “No.” and gave us a look of disapproval. I knew I wasn’t dressed to go shopping but I’d been taught that you were to treat all customers as if they were potential buyers. If it had been me I would’ve told the lady it was the last time she’d ever see me in the store but because Elle was with me I kept my mouth closed. I remember Elle staring at the material she was holding in her hands and sort of whispering “I really, really love it.”
I don’t know where the idea came from but I asked if it were possible to check the mannequin to see what size it was dressed in. The lady, true to form, grunted out a “No.” and nothing else. At this point I was really upset and asked her if I could speak to the manager. The look she shot back at me was one of utter contempt... but she did get off her stool and walked to the back of the store. A minute of so later I saw a face I’d seen a few times in the lobby of the bank. He was taller than me and at least 100 pounds heavier than me and his “look” told me he wasn’t very happy. In an accent that very much gave him away as a ”city boy“ he asked ”Waddayawant?“ I asked about the size of the suit in the window and he turned and walked towards the front of the store and then disappeared through a small door. When he reappeared he had the mannequin in one hand. ”What size?“ was all he said and Elle, now intimidated, muttered out a weak ”ten“. He pulled the top off and peered inside the suit. Then he stripped the panties off and thrust both pieces into Elle’s hands... and without saying a word returned to the back of the store. The cost was way more than I expected but Elle was happy and I did have enough money to pay for it.
To be continued...
I’d hoped that the check with the proceeds of the second loan I’d made against my trust account would’ve arrived on Thursday so I could’ve deposited it in the bank on Friday. It didn’t. It was there when I stopped at the post office on my way home on Friday night. However, it was comforting to know that I had it even though I couldn’t spend any of it until it was deposited in the bank and had “cleared. After paying all that I owed I figured I’d have about $200 for clothes for Elle and the kids and $100 for a proverbial ”rainy day“. As I lay in bed that night I had a good feeling knowing that by mid week I wouldn’t owe anyone.
Saturday mornings without the kids allowed us to sleep in and... have a little “morning delight”. Elle decided to do her food shopping before getting the kids from her mother’s. While she was gone I got a call from my mother. She and my father were at my grandfather’s house. I knew my father wanted to sell it but before he could he wanted to have an auction of the contents. The question she had for me was to find out if Elle and I might be interested in having the dining room furniture before the auction house inventoried it. We’d managed to collect enough furniture to make our house “livable” with one exception. There was no furniture in the dining room... not even a chair. The rest of what we had was eclectic, for sure. Someone had asked what style we’d chose to furnish the house and the answer was “early attic”. In spite of having lived with my grandparents as a boy and having eaten many meals in their dining room, I had no memory of what the furniture looked like. I didn’t hesitate to give my mother an answer of “Yes!”. It surprised me when she made the statement that she thought it was “too formal” for us. I distinctly remember standing by the phone and wondering why she even bothered to ask if I wanted it if that’s the way she felt. After a pause where I didn’t respond she told me to get there as soon as possible to confirm that I/we really did want it.
I had to wait for Elle to return and, after a phone call to her mother to tell her it would be a while until we picked up the kids, we took off to go take a look at it. I probably looked more like a hobo, dressed to do yard work, than a bank officer and, to boot, Elle was wearing a pair of short shorts. They were a pair that I especially liked because, depending of the panties and how they fit, it was fairly easy to get a panty peek from her back side. As we walked up the back porch stairs I got what I was looking for. However, I knew my mother, silently, disapproved of them but there was nothing we could do about it then. There were two men there who were “tagging” various pieces of furniture. My mother led us into the dining room and I was really surprised at just how much furniture there was in it. As I suspected she tried to make it seem like it was the wrong “style” for our other furniture. She emphasized how “formal” it was and there was nothing formal about the rest of our furniture. All Elle and I could see was it placed in our dining room and filling an empty room... at no cost to us. I told her it was perfect just about the time my father walked into the room. He seemed pleased that we would take it but he told us that it would be up to us to get it moved... and before Tuesday. The auctioneers were holding a “preview” a day prior to the auction and didn’t want to get prospective buyers confused. I had absolutely no idea how I’d be able to do it. After a little discussion my father said he’d call the man who’d moved the kids playhouse from the mobile home park to our house for me. We left it at that.
Elle hadn’t been back in town since we moved in December. As we headed for my car she asked if we could just walk down the street so she could “take a peek” (her words) in the windows of her favorite clothing store. Even though most of the clothes she’d gotten were from either the Sears or Wards catalogs she did have some from that store. They carried the Aileen brand and she loved their things. As we approached she saw a bathing suit on a mannequin in the window and just by the little squeal she let out I knew she wanted it. It looked like a tennis dress but it had a flowered print rather than all white. I could see the panties had the same print and appeared to be a separate piece of the suit. I’d gotten paid on Friday and before making the deposit into our mortgage account I’d taken out the needed cash for our next two weeks and it was in my wallet. I think I took a deep breath before we walked in the store.
We made straight for the bathing suits. It only took a few seconds for Elle to go through them and the sad look on her face told me there wasn’t one in her size. There were only a few people in the store and the only clerk we saw was sitting on a stool by the cash register and looking very bored. We walked over to her, a middle aged lady with obviously dyed hair, and asked if there were any more of the type that Elle had in her hands. Still looking bored she grunted out a “No.” and gave us a look of disapproval. I knew I wasn’t dressed to go shopping but I’d been taught that you were to treat all customers as if they were potential buyers. If it had been me I would’ve told the lady it was the last time she’d ever see me in the store but because Elle was with me I kept my mouth closed. I remember Elle staring at the material she was holding in her hands and sort of whispering “I really, really love it.”
I don’t know where the idea came from but I asked if it were possible to check the mannequin to see what size it was dressed in. The lady, true to form, grunted out a “No.” and nothing else. At this point I was really upset and asked her if I could speak to the manager. The look she shot back at me was one of utter contempt... but she did get off her stool and walked to the back of the store. A minute of so later I saw a face I’d seen a few times in the lobby of the bank. He was taller than me and at least 100 pounds heavier than me and his “look” told me he wasn’t very happy. In an accent that very much gave him away as a ”city boy“ he asked ”Waddayawant?“ I asked about the size of the suit in the window and he turned and walked towards the front of the store and then disappeared through a small door. When he reappeared he had the mannequin in one hand. ”What size?“ was all he said and Elle, now intimidated, muttered out a weak ”ten“. He pulled the top off and peered inside the suit. Then he stripped the panties off and thrust both pieces into Elle’s hands... and without saying a word returned to the back of the store. The cost was way more than I expected but Elle was happy and I did have enough money to pay for it.
To be continued...
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 119d)
GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 119d)
Getting dressed for work on Tuesday was painful. My sunburn was made worse by the fact that I had to wear a shirt with a stiff collar and a tie. By the time I got to my desk I was almost ready to turn around and go home but... Cee, one of the tellers was there waiting for me... with her resignation. If I were ranking the tellers, Cee would have definitely been in the upper third. An almost perfect attendance record; no customer complaints; well liked by everyone... not someone I wanted to lose. I sat down to find out why and when she was finished there wasn’t much I could say to change her mind. Her mother had just been promoted to office manager of a local company and had asked Cee to take her old position as bookeeper. Her resignation wasn’t from any dissatisfaction with the bank but strictly for ”family“. All I could do was wish her well. She'd done the bank a favor by waiting until after the "busy period" was which really was appreciated by me.
With the bank closed for three days and it being the ”busy period“, the lobby and platform, where Bret, Hobie and I were located, were flooded with people. As bad as I felt there was no way I could leave. There also was no time to even begin to peruse the applications file. Even though the doors to the bank were closed at 3pm, it was well after 3:30pm by the time the last customer left. Earlier I’d asked Trish to take a peek at the applications to see if there were any that she knew. When she put the file on my desk there was one on top of it so there was no way I could miss it. By then I’d come to trust her judgement on any number of things so took a good look at it.
Jacqueline looked, on paper, to be an immediate fit. She had over two years experience as a teller although it was with a Commercial bank. I desperately wanted to get out of my shirt and tie but I made the call. She was excited to hear from me and, if I’d asked her, she would’ve come right to the bank. I told her that 9am the next day would be just fine.
I didn’t have to guess who she was within the group of people gathered at the back door waiting for the bank to open. She was the only one younger than 40. I didn’t say anything as I walked past her to be let inside by Hank, the messenger/custodian.
I was waiting for her as she walked across the lobby. She was well dressed and definitely attractive. I was ready to hire her as soon as she sat down... but I didn’t. I had to go through the ”process“. As I remember it, she was around 25 years old. She was married to a local man that she’d met while he was serving in the Army. From upstate, she’d been in the area for about a month and was beginning to wonder if she was going to find a job. I spent about twenty minutes with her before I told her she was hired. I thought she was going to kiss me when I did.
She was willing to start immediately. By mid morning I had her observing Cee and when I checked with them at the end of the day, Cee told me that Jacqui (that’s what she wanted to be called) could probably be waiting on customers on Friday. Sometimes, you get just plain lucky. As it turned out, on Friday, Letitia, the older woman who was the head teller (in name only), was hit by a car in the parking lot and injured her hip. Friday was the last day of the ”busy period“ and one of the ”perks’ of it for the customers was that deposits made during the first ten calendar days of it got interest credit as if it had been made on the first. There was always a last minute rush of deposits on that last day and for the bank to be a teller down would have been a problem. A cash box was quickly put together for Jacqui and by 9:30am she was open for business. I told Cee to keep an eye on her and to let me know if there was a problem. She never called.
All the employees were glad the week was over. Other than Letitia’s unfortunate injury, work had gone rather well. Jacqui had meshed well with the other girls and, even though I'd been too busy to pay close attention, I thought there might be some possibilities for a few VPL's in the not too distant future. My sunburn had calmed way down and I was now in the “peeling” and itching stage. Arriving home, I found Elle asleep on the couch... in just her panties and a top... and there was no sign of the kids. It was close to 7pm and quite nice out. I was truly puzzled. I went upstairs and changed my clothes, hoping Elle would wake up on her own. When I came back down she was still in the same position. It was a classic pose with her rear facing out into the room. Over the past weekend my father had given me my grandfather’s Polaroid to take picture of the kids so my mother could send them to my aunt and uncle. When I finished he told me to keep it as he wasn’t into picture taking. It was in the hall closet and as I went to retrieve it I was hoping that there was still some “live” film in it. I found one picture left and as I tiptoed into the living room Elle was still in the same position. My luck had held. I was sure that the flash would’ve woken her but it didn’t. The next thing was to develop the picture and it couldn’t have come out any better.
When she finally woke up I found out that she and Sandy had played tennis for almost two hours. At the end she started to feel light headed. Back at home, concerned, she called her mother and asked her to take the kids because she wanted to lay down. After taking a shower she did and fell asleep. She told me she felt OK as we talked so then we both got up and had a bite to eat. After that we retired to the screened in porch, alone, for a very damp and enjoyable evening.
To be continued...
Getting dressed for work on Tuesday was painful. My sunburn was made worse by the fact that I had to wear a shirt with a stiff collar and a tie. By the time I got to my desk I was almost ready to turn around and go home but... Cee, one of the tellers was there waiting for me... with her resignation. If I were ranking the tellers, Cee would have definitely been in the upper third. An almost perfect attendance record; no customer complaints; well liked by everyone... not someone I wanted to lose. I sat down to find out why and when she was finished there wasn’t much I could say to change her mind. Her mother had just been promoted to office manager of a local company and had asked Cee to take her old position as bookeeper. Her resignation wasn’t from any dissatisfaction with the bank but strictly for ”family“. All I could do was wish her well. She'd done the bank a favor by waiting until after the "busy period" was which really was appreciated by me.
With the bank closed for three days and it being the ”busy period“, the lobby and platform, where Bret, Hobie and I were located, were flooded with people. As bad as I felt there was no way I could leave. There also was no time to even begin to peruse the applications file. Even though the doors to the bank were closed at 3pm, it was well after 3:30pm by the time the last customer left. Earlier I’d asked Trish to take a peek at the applications to see if there were any that she knew. When she put the file on my desk there was one on top of it so there was no way I could miss it. By then I’d come to trust her judgement on any number of things so took a good look at it.
Jacqueline looked, on paper, to be an immediate fit. She had over two years experience as a teller although it was with a Commercial bank. I desperately wanted to get out of my shirt and tie but I made the call. She was excited to hear from me and, if I’d asked her, she would’ve come right to the bank. I told her that 9am the next day would be just fine.
I didn’t have to guess who she was within the group of people gathered at the back door waiting for the bank to open. She was the only one younger than 40. I didn’t say anything as I walked past her to be let inside by Hank, the messenger/custodian.
I was waiting for her as she walked across the lobby. She was well dressed and definitely attractive. I was ready to hire her as soon as she sat down... but I didn’t. I had to go through the ”process“. As I remember it, she was around 25 years old. She was married to a local man that she’d met while he was serving in the Army. From upstate, she’d been in the area for about a month and was beginning to wonder if she was going to find a job. I spent about twenty minutes with her before I told her she was hired. I thought she was going to kiss me when I did.
She was willing to start immediately. By mid morning I had her observing Cee and when I checked with them at the end of the day, Cee told me that Jacqui (that’s what she wanted to be called) could probably be waiting on customers on Friday. Sometimes, you get just plain lucky. As it turned out, on Friday, Letitia, the older woman who was the head teller (in name only), was hit by a car in the parking lot and injured her hip. Friday was the last day of the ”busy period“ and one of the ”perks’ of it for the customers was that deposits made during the first ten calendar days of it got interest credit as if it had been made on the first. There was always a last minute rush of deposits on that last day and for the bank to be a teller down would have been a problem. A cash box was quickly put together for Jacqui and by 9:30am she was open for business. I told Cee to keep an eye on her and to let me know if there was a problem. She never called.
All the employees were glad the week was over. Other than Letitia’s unfortunate injury, work had gone rather well. Jacqui had meshed well with the other girls and, even though I'd been too busy to pay close attention, I thought there might be some possibilities for a few VPL's in the not too distant future. My sunburn had calmed way down and I was now in the “peeling” and itching stage. Arriving home, I found Elle asleep on the couch... in just her panties and a top... and there was no sign of the kids. It was close to 7pm and quite nice out. I was truly puzzled. I went upstairs and changed my clothes, hoping Elle would wake up on her own. When I came back down she was still in the same position. It was a classic pose with her rear facing out into the room. Over the past weekend my father had given me my grandfather’s Polaroid to take picture of the kids so my mother could send them to my aunt and uncle. When I finished he told me to keep it as he wasn’t into picture taking. It was in the hall closet and as I went to retrieve it I was hoping that there was still some “live” film in it. I found one picture left and as I tiptoed into the living room Elle was still in the same position. My luck had held. I was sure that the flash would’ve woken her but it didn’t. The next thing was to develop the picture and it couldn’t have come out any better.
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| VanRaalte panties |
When she finally woke up I found out that she and Sandy had played tennis for almost two hours. At the end she started to feel light headed. Back at home, concerned, she called her mother and asked her to take the kids because she wanted to lay down. After taking a shower she did and fell asleep. She told me she felt OK as we talked so then we both got up and had a bite to eat. After that we retired to the screened in porch, alone, for a very damp and enjoyable evening.
To be continued...
Monday, December 16, 2013
GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 119c)
GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 119c)
It took a few minutes to track Ali down. Being a holiday, there were a lot of family and friends at the main house where her sister, nieces and nephew were gathered. Elle felt we were interfering but I told her we were there and if she wanted to see the catalogs now was the time to do it. Long story short... Ali had just about put her final order together for Fall and Winter clothes for the store. Ali encouraged Elle to pick out some things and she’d make sure they would be set aside for us with the caveat that we come to the store to pick them up. And, if we did she’d give us 20% off even though they wouldn’t be on sale for the general public. Of course Elle found some nice things and I knew we’d be making a trip up West before school started.
While we were there both of Ali’s nieces, Bobbi and Norma, stopped by. It had been quite a while since I’d seen Norma and was immediately reminded of her troubled past. She was just as pretty as I remembered her but with one addition... a baby boy. Elle's mother had mentioned sometime in the past that she’d gotten married. My personal hope was that her husband was a decent man as she certainly deserved it.
Back at my parents house we found the visitor from next door, Nancy, was there with her new husband. When I’d seen her the previous morning I really didn’t get to see her face all that well because the sun was directly behind her. Now, seeing it clearly, I realized that she wasn’t pretty at all. Even though I’d been there the whole previous day I hadn’t gotten even a glimpse of her or her husband. When I remembered that it had been her first day being married it didn’t take me long to figure out why. Walking from the driveway to the front of the house I’d noticed that there were sheets on their wash line along with some other things but my mind, focused on the pain from my sunburn, hadn’t paid much attention. But, with my mind now working at warp speed, put the two things together. I came up with an excuse to go to the back of the house so I could take a closer look at that line. There were towels and a bed pad and, as far as clothes, it looked like a nightgown and a few panties (although some might’ve been her husband’s briefs). I was smiling as I stared across the fence... they’d only been in the house a day and half and already had to do wash.
Returning to the group, I overheard Nancy ask Elle if it would be possible to get a ride on the Sunfish, saying she’d watched all the people having so much fun the previous day. The usual Southerly had started blowing and, even though Elle knew the rudimentary concepts of sailing, she’d never been out skippering in winds above 5 or 6 miles per hour. I was about to shoot the idea down when Elle piped up that she was willing. One part of me was proud of her for wanting to chance it but the other was concerned because Nancy had casually mentioned she’d never been sailing before. However, with the sails already up, all it took was a little tug to drag the boat off the shore and into the water.
Nancy had been wearing a beach dress over her bathing suit and just as she was about to get on the boat she took it off. I was still up on the lawn, about 25 feet away, and I couldn’t believe how skinny she was. The bathing suit was a two piece but not a bikini. The only place she had any ”meat“ was her hips and bottom and the suit fit pretty well around that area. I’d mentioned that her cheeks were ”hollow“ and so was her chest. It was a bit comical to look at. In any case, she got on board and Elle joined her. I’d told Elle not to get too far off shore just in case there was a problem. They went out about 200 yards and then made an attempt to turn around to come back. That was interesting.
Nancy, with no knowledge of the dynamics or principles of sailing, tried to stop the boom from changing sides which it had to do to allow the boat to change direction. There was enough wind that the resistance that Nancy provided was too much and the boat turned over on it’s side with Nancy now under the sail. I could see Elle but couldn’t see Nancy. I was in a panic as was her husband. I looked down the beach towards the East and saw a small boat with an outboard. I started running in that direction and just about the time I got there a blonde haired young man did too. He’d seen what I’d seen and was on his way to help By the time we got there Nancy had extracted herself from the sail but was still in distress, coughing violently. Arriving at the scene, the young man jumped overboard and pulled her over to his boat where I grabbed her under her arms. The water was about chest high for him and he told me to pull her up when he called out. He got behind her and gave her bottom a push as I pulled. We managed to get her half way into the boat doing that but she was offering no help at all, still in a panic mode. I yelled at her to grab hold of the seat in the boat and to pull while I tried to lift her legs. She responded but as she did her suit bottom got hung up on something on the edge of the boat. In spite of all the yelling I heard the sound of ripping material as she finally flipped into the boat. By then she was crying, somewhat hysterically, with her eyes closed. I was looking down at her... and her bare navel, with the remnants of her suit now down between her legs. I wasn’t a complete perv and, after a few seconds, reached down to cover as much of her as I could.
The young man turned out to be Norma’s husband. He helped Elle get the Sunfish righted and then put a line on it so we could tow it to shore. By the time we got there Nancy had calmed down somewhat. Her husband greeted her with her beach dress and walked her back to the house they were staying in. As an aside, that was the very last time I saw her or her husband. Later, my mother told me that they packed up and left that night. Elle was shaken but not discouraged about sailing. I was glad that she realized that the accident wasn’t her fault. Speaking of leaving, we packed up the boat and all our things and headed for home very soon thereafter. We'd had enough "fireworks" for the day by then.
To be continued...
It took a few minutes to track Ali down. Being a holiday, there were a lot of family and friends at the main house where her sister, nieces and nephew were gathered. Elle felt we were interfering but I told her we were there and if she wanted to see the catalogs now was the time to do it. Long story short... Ali had just about put her final order together for Fall and Winter clothes for the store. Ali encouraged Elle to pick out some things and she’d make sure they would be set aside for us with the caveat that we come to the store to pick them up. And, if we did she’d give us 20% off even though they wouldn’t be on sale for the general public. Of course Elle found some nice things and I knew we’d be making a trip up West before school started.
While we were there both of Ali’s nieces, Bobbi and Norma, stopped by. It had been quite a while since I’d seen Norma and was immediately reminded of her troubled past. She was just as pretty as I remembered her but with one addition... a baby boy. Elle's mother had mentioned sometime in the past that she’d gotten married. My personal hope was that her husband was a decent man as she certainly deserved it.
Back at my parents house we found the visitor from next door, Nancy, was there with her new husband. When I’d seen her the previous morning I really didn’t get to see her face all that well because the sun was directly behind her. Now, seeing it clearly, I realized that she wasn’t pretty at all. Even though I’d been there the whole previous day I hadn’t gotten even a glimpse of her or her husband. When I remembered that it had been her first day being married it didn’t take me long to figure out why. Walking from the driveway to the front of the house I’d noticed that there were sheets on their wash line along with some other things but my mind, focused on the pain from my sunburn, hadn’t paid much attention. But, with my mind now working at warp speed, put the two things together. I came up with an excuse to go to the back of the house so I could take a closer look at that line. There were towels and a bed pad and, as far as clothes, it looked like a nightgown and a few panties (although some might’ve been her husband’s briefs). I was smiling as I stared across the fence... they’d only been in the house a day and half and already had to do wash.
Returning to the group, I overheard Nancy ask Elle if it would be possible to get a ride on the Sunfish, saying she’d watched all the people having so much fun the previous day. The usual Southerly had started blowing and, even though Elle knew the rudimentary concepts of sailing, she’d never been out skippering in winds above 5 or 6 miles per hour. I was about to shoot the idea down when Elle piped up that she was willing. One part of me was proud of her for wanting to chance it but the other was concerned because Nancy had casually mentioned she’d never been sailing before. However, with the sails already up, all it took was a little tug to drag the boat off the shore and into the water.
Nancy had been wearing a beach dress over her bathing suit and just as she was about to get on the boat she took it off. I was still up on the lawn, about 25 feet away, and I couldn’t believe how skinny she was. The bathing suit was a two piece but not a bikini. The only place she had any ”meat“ was her hips and bottom and the suit fit pretty well around that area. I’d mentioned that her cheeks were ”hollow“ and so was her chest. It was a bit comical to look at. In any case, she got on board and Elle joined her. I’d told Elle not to get too far off shore just in case there was a problem. They went out about 200 yards and then made an attempt to turn around to come back. That was interesting.
Nancy, with no knowledge of the dynamics or principles of sailing, tried to stop the boom from changing sides which it had to do to allow the boat to change direction. There was enough wind that the resistance that Nancy provided was too much and the boat turned over on it’s side with Nancy now under the sail. I could see Elle but couldn’t see Nancy. I was in a panic as was her husband. I looked down the beach towards the East and saw a small boat with an outboard. I started running in that direction and just about the time I got there a blonde haired young man did too. He’d seen what I’d seen and was on his way to help By the time we got there Nancy had extracted herself from the sail but was still in distress, coughing violently. Arriving at the scene, the young man jumped overboard and pulled her over to his boat where I grabbed her under her arms. The water was about chest high for him and he told me to pull her up when he called out. He got behind her and gave her bottom a push as I pulled. We managed to get her half way into the boat doing that but she was offering no help at all, still in a panic mode. I yelled at her to grab hold of the seat in the boat and to pull while I tried to lift her legs. She responded but as she did her suit bottom got hung up on something on the edge of the boat. In spite of all the yelling I heard the sound of ripping material as she finally flipped into the boat. By then she was crying, somewhat hysterically, with her eyes closed. I was looking down at her... and her bare navel, with the remnants of her suit now down between her legs. I wasn’t a complete perv and, after a few seconds, reached down to cover as much of her as I could.
The young man turned out to be Norma’s husband. He helped Elle get the Sunfish righted and then put a line on it so we could tow it to shore. By the time we got there Nancy had calmed down somewhat. Her husband greeted her with her beach dress and walked her back to the house they were staying in. As an aside, that was the very last time I saw her or her husband. Later, my mother told me that they packed up and left that night. Elle was shaken but not discouraged about sailing. I was glad that she realized that the accident wasn’t her fault. Speaking of leaving, we packed up the boat and all our things and headed for home very soon thereafter. We'd had enough "fireworks" for the day by then.
To be continued...
Friday, December 13, 2013
GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 119b)
GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 119b)
There wasn’t really enough wind to make “interesting” sailing for me but it was perfect for taking the girls... and Danny (and Jeanette, his mother) out for short trips along the shore. With all the bungalows in the community now occupied there was a lot of activity up and down the length of the beach. I was surprised when a few people came over to see just what I was sailing. By the time my mother served up lunch I felt like I was a salesman for the Alcort Company, the manufacturer of the boat. I promised to let some give it a try after lunch and took a break. I looked out on the beach when we finished up and there were at least six people gathered around the boat. They ranged in age from the very young to a man as old as my father. The wind, as usual, started to build after lunch. I let the ones I pretty much knew how to sail take it out by themselves and gave the others a ride like with the kids. The one common thread to their inquiries was where did I buy it. In retrospect, I should’ve taken a more entrepreneurial approach in my answers since there wasn’t a dealer selling this type of boat in the immediate area. Instead of giving them Rex’s name, the guy who sold me my boat, I should’ve contacted him first and arranged for a commission on any more that he sold. But... I didn’t and... I digress. Among those who showed up over the course of the afternoon was Bobbi, the girl who had sailed with me when I was still racing my Comet sailboat and her aunt, Ali, the woman who had a children’s clothing store located nearer the city.
Bobbi was now in college and had matured in any number of ways, Wearing a bikini bathing suit, she had the attention of all the males who were present, me included. Of course, I let her take the boat out. While she was on the water, her aunt, who always seemed to be in the “selling mode“, had gotten Elle’s ear and was trying to persuade her to take trip in to her store. Part of her sales pitch was that she was now having a big sale on Summer clothes and was now carrying more name brand clothes. On one occasion I caught Elle looking at me and rolling her eyes. All I could do was to smile.
I do remember that Ali was one of the few who showed up that wasn’t in a bathing suit. I wasn’t thinking ”panties“ when I saw her or Bobbi as I had my hands full trying to answer questions about the boat. After Bobbi took her sail she offered the boat to Ali without asking me. That was annoying but I didn’t say anything. By then the wind had reached about 10mph, enough to kick up some waves. Even though the boat was bigger than the Sailfish, it was still what was called a ”fanny dunker“ and with waves, you would get wet... and she did. Upon her return to shore she announced that she was going to speak to her sister (Bobbi’s mother) and would probably buy one. I didn’t have much time to focus on her wet bottom as the next person to use the boat needed some assistance. I do remember watching her step over the jetty on her way home and glimpsing a bit of a VPL through her wet shorts and thinking I missed an opportunity.
By late afternoon I was red as a lobster from the sun and I knew I’d pay for it over the next few days. I pretty much knew I wouldn’t be able to be out in the sun the next day, the Fourth, and was mad at myself for not being smarter. Elle wasn’t happy with me either giving me grief for, in her words, ”ignoring the kids“ while showing off the new boat. That night, at home, I put wash clothes soaked in vinegar on my arms and neck and calves trying to negate some of the sunburn. Even with that it still hurt.
Sleeping was almost impossible. Every time I or Elle moved the pain would wake me up. I really didn’t want to go back but the kids were promised they could go sailing and Elle didn’t know enough about the boat to get it rigged. I wore a long sleeved shirt and long pants to keep the sun off me but they hurt my skin. It was the worst sunburn I’d ever had. (There was no sunscreen back in those days.)
The winds stayed light enough so that Elle could sail with the kids without a problem and I stayed under the lawn umbrella watching them. There were a few more people who showed up to ask questions about the boat. From where I sat I could see seven or eight brightly colored sails like the one on our boat down by the Sailing Club. To me it was a good sign that the Sunfish was really catching on. Watching them I even had a twinge of desire to be racing with them.
During lunch Elle asked me if she could go down to Ali’s cottage to look at her catalogs of children’s clothes. That told me that Ali’s ”selling“ had worked and, Elle, knowing that there was going to be some money available by week’s end was ready to ”bite“. Elle’s mother, always the jealous one, had requested that the kids have lunch with her so, technically, Elle (and I) were ”free“. I was bored by then so told her I’d drive her. The driveway was very long and at the end, on the left of it, sat her cottage, a renovated garage. There was a clothesline that ran right along and next to the driveway and as I approached I saw a blouse, bra, shorts and bikini panties... obviously (to me) the clothes Ali had been wearing when sailing the day before. Seeing them and that clothesline brought back some fond memories of previous Summers.
To be continued...
There wasn’t really enough wind to make “interesting” sailing for me but it was perfect for taking the girls... and Danny (and Jeanette, his mother) out for short trips along the shore. With all the bungalows in the community now occupied there was a lot of activity up and down the length of the beach. I was surprised when a few people came over to see just what I was sailing. By the time my mother served up lunch I felt like I was a salesman for the Alcort Company, the manufacturer of the boat. I promised to let some give it a try after lunch and took a break. I looked out on the beach when we finished up and there were at least six people gathered around the boat. They ranged in age from the very young to a man as old as my father. The wind, as usual, started to build after lunch. I let the ones I pretty much knew how to sail take it out by themselves and gave the others a ride like with the kids. The one common thread to their inquiries was where did I buy it. In retrospect, I should’ve taken a more entrepreneurial approach in my answers since there wasn’t a dealer selling this type of boat in the immediate area. Instead of giving them Rex’s name, the guy who sold me my boat, I should’ve contacted him first and arranged for a commission on any more that he sold. But... I didn’t and... I digress. Among those who showed up over the course of the afternoon was Bobbi, the girl who had sailed with me when I was still racing my Comet sailboat and her aunt, Ali, the woman who had a children’s clothing store located nearer the city.
Bobbi was now in college and had matured in any number of ways, Wearing a bikini bathing suit, she had the attention of all the males who were present, me included. Of course, I let her take the boat out. While she was on the water, her aunt, who always seemed to be in the “selling mode“, had gotten Elle’s ear and was trying to persuade her to take trip in to her store. Part of her sales pitch was that she was now having a big sale on Summer clothes and was now carrying more name brand clothes. On one occasion I caught Elle looking at me and rolling her eyes. All I could do was to smile.
I do remember that Ali was one of the few who showed up that wasn’t in a bathing suit. I wasn’t thinking ”panties“ when I saw her or Bobbi as I had my hands full trying to answer questions about the boat. After Bobbi took her sail she offered the boat to Ali without asking me. That was annoying but I didn’t say anything. By then the wind had reached about 10mph, enough to kick up some waves. Even though the boat was bigger than the Sailfish, it was still what was called a ”fanny dunker“ and with waves, you would get wet... and she did. Upon her return to shore she announced that she was going to speak to her sister (Bobbi’s mother) and would probably buy one. I didn’t have much time to focus on her wet bottom as the next person to use the boat needed some assistance. I do remember watching her step over the jetty on her way home and glimpsing a bit of a VPL through her wet shorts and thinking I missed an opportunity.
By late afternoon I was red as a lobster from the sun and I knew I’d pay for it over the next few days. I pretty much knew I wouldn’t be able to be out in the sun the next day, the Fourth, and was mad at myself for not being smarter. Elle wasn’t happy with me either giving me grief for, in her words, ”ignoring the kids“ while showing off the new boat. That night, at home, I put wash clothes soaked in vinegar on my arms and neck and calves trying to negate some of the sunburn. Even with that it still hurt.
Sleeping was almost impossible. Every time I or Elle moved the pain would wake me up. I really didn’t want to go back but the kids were promised they could go sailing and Elle didn’t know enough about the boat to get it rigged. I wore a long sleeved shirt and long pants to keep the sun off me but they hurt my skin. It was the worst sunburn I’d ever had. (There was no sunscreen back in those days.)
The winds stayed light enough so that Elle could sail with the kids without a problem and I stayed under the lawn umbrella watching them. There were a few more people who showed up to ask questions about the boat. From where I sat I could see seven or eight brightly colored sails like the one on our boat down by the Sailing Club. To me it was a good sign that the Sunfish was really catching on. Watching them I even had a twinge of desire to be racing with them.
During lunch Elle asked me if she could go down to Ali’s cottage to look at her catalogs of children’s clothes. That told me that Ali’s ”selling“ had worked and, Elle, knowing that there was going to be some money available by week’s end was ready to ”bite“. Elle’s mother, always the jealous one, had requested that the kids have lunch with her so, technically, Elle (and I) were ”free“. I was bored by then so told her I’d drive her. The driveway was very long and at the end, on the left of it, sat her cottage, a renovated garage. There was a clothesline that ran right along and next to the driveway and as I approached I saw a blouse, bra, shorts and bikini panties... obviously (to me) the clothes Ali had been wearing when sailing the day before. Seeing them and that clothesline brought back some fond memories of previous Summers.
To be continued...
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 119a)
GOOD TIMES... Summer (part 119a)
Even though I’d come to somewhat dread the “busy times” at the bank, I was looking forward to the beginning of July. Of course, the fourth of July holiday was part of that but, from a purely personal standpoint, it meant I was eligible to take a second “loan” against my trust fund. I’d worked hard to not run up a lot of debt and in spite of my good intentions by the end of June I owed the drug and hardware stores plus the lumber yard and James’ gas station. Elle had really been patient about new clothes for herself and the kids as we’d agreed not to buy anything unless we had the cash. As mentioned in earlier posts, the two older girls were equal in size which meant we had to buy double since we couldn’t take advantage of the hand me downs for Anne. Kaye, the youngest, would ultimately be the beneficiary of that. I promised that once I had the money in hand from the loan we’d go shopping so they also had a vested interest in the beginning of July.
At the bank, things ran smoothly during the early stages of the busy period. Other than a few obnoxious customers who seemed to gain great joy in giving the tellers a hard time, there were no unsolvable problems. When we all left work on Friday night for our three day weekend everybody was in good spirits. I was looking forward to a couple of days of fun with Elle and the kids. We hadn’t used the Sunfish since it’s maiden voyage and I’d vowed we’d all use it over the weekend. Elle and I dedicated Saturday to getting all the “chores” done around the house and yard so Sunday and Monday would be free for us to enjoy.
We got up bright and early that Sunday morning and headed for my parents house with the Sunfish in tow. I’d called ahead and had the “all clear” from my mother to bring it and to be able to leave it on the beach overnight so we could use it again on the Fourth. Arriving at their house the kids made straight for the beach. I collected some of their gear and made my way to the front of the house while Elle chatted with her mother who was out for a walk. As soon as I made the turn at the front of the house I saw my mother talking with a tall, blonde female. What struck me was that with the sun directly behind her she looked more like a silhouette than a person. Getting closer I could see she was wearing a short filmy type robe and the bright sun had made it disappear when I fist saw her. Up close it was even better as I could definitely see her panties through the gossamer like material. She had folded her arms across her chest so seeing anything interesting on top was out of the question.
My mother quickly solved the mystery of just who she was. Her name was Nancy and she was the niece of the lady who lived just to the East of my parents. I vaguely remember meeting her a few times when we were both much younger but it had probably been ten to twelve years since the last time I saw her and would never have known just who she was. With her standing there, and noticeably uncomfortable, my mother went on that she’d gotten married the day before and her aunt had given her a weeks use of her bungalow for her honeymoon. Now, thoroughly embarrassed, she backed away and headed back towards it. As she did I got a very good look at her panties through the thin gown and noted they were band leg and probably cotton. It was a nice way to start the day.
As she walked away, my mother explained that Nancy and her husband had arrived early in the morning and had found little to no food in the refrigerator when they got up. He’d gone into town to purchase some but Nancy was craving a cup of coffee so had come over hoping to borrow some. As I stood there Elle walked up and asked what we were talking about. Thankfully, Nancy had disappeared from sight by then. What was somewhat funny was that Elle remembered Nancy and was anxious to see her again.
It took a while to get the Sunfish down to the beach and set up. We had some “lookers” but no willing helpers. I have to qualify that a bit as the observers were the kids of the Summer renters from the bungalow just to the West side of my parents house. I’d been wondering if they’d be back as it had been their grandfather who actually rented the house and I knew he’d passed away. Seeing the kids meant that I’d get to see the mother, and she was always a treat to look at, especially her "bottom". His name was Danny and he wasn’t shy at all, almost demanding a ride. I reminded him that he needed his mother’s permission and someone to sit in the boat with him. Of course I wanted that “someone” to be his mother.
However, having just written that, I really wanted to get Elle and my kids out in the boat. That’s why I bought it. By the time I got the sails up and was ready to go so were they. Elle had purchased a new bathing suit at an end of the previous Summer and this was the first time she’d worn it this year. It was a cotton seersucker material, one piece and made like a playsuit with the leg openings just like a pair of shorts. It had come with a sewn in panty but Elle had a “long torso” and the panty had cut into her making her very uncomfortable. I’d made the suggestion that she cut it out and then wear a pair of her regular panties in place of it. It had taken some amount of persuasion on my part but I’d prevailed and she was satisfied with the result. I actually got more than I expected from it because, as she bent over to load the life jackets into the cockpit I got a BIG panty peek. I’d given her a pair of the SanSouci panties but I can’t remember why I chose them. But, if you were to follow her cheek lines from crotch to her hip, you could see panties. There was no doubt I had a bit of a bulge as we pushed off from shore.
To be continued...
Even though I’d come to somewhat dread the “busy times” at the bank, I was looking forward to the beginning of July. Of course, the fourth of July holiday was part of that but, from a purely personal standpoint, it meant I was eligible to take a second “loan” against my trust fund. I’d worked hard to not run up a lot of debt and in spite of my good intentions by the end of June I owed the drug and hardware stores plus the lumber yard and James’ gas station. Elle had really been patient about new clothes for herself and the kids as we’d agreed not to buy anything unless we had the cash. As mentioned in earlier posts, the two older girls were equal in size which meant we had to buy double since we couldn’t take advantage of the hand me downs for Anne. Kaye, the youngest, would ultimately be the beneficiary of that. I promised that once I had the money in hand from the loan we’d go shopping so they also had a vested interest in the beginning of July.
At the bank, things ran smoothly during the early stages of the busy period. Other than a few obnoxious customers who seemed to gain great joy in giving the tellers a hard time, there were no unsolvable problems. When we all left work on Friday night for our three day weekend everybody was in good spirits. I was looking forward to a couple of days of fun with Elle and the kids. We hadn’t used the Sunfish since it’s maiden voyage and I’d vowed we’d all use it over the weekend. Elle and I dedicated Saturday to getting all the “chores” done around the house and yard so Sunday and Monday would be free for us to enjoy.
We got up bright and early that Sunday morning and headed for my parents house with the Sunfish in tow. I’d called ahead and had the “all clear” from my mother to bring it and to be able to leave it on the beach overnight so we could use it again on the Fourth. Arriving at their house the kids made straight for the beach. I collected some of their gear and made my way to the front of the house while Elle chatted with her mother who was out for a walk. As soon as I made the turn at the front of the house I saw my mother talking with a tall, blonde female. What struck me was that with the sun directly behind her she looked more like a silhouette than a person. Getting closer I could see she was wearing a short filmy type robe and the bright sun had made it disappear when I fist saw her. Up close it was even better as I could definitely see her panties through the gossamer like material. She had folded her arms across her chest so seeing anything interesting on top was out of the question.
My mother quickly solved the mystery of just who she was. Her name was Nancy and she was the niece of the lady who lived just to the East of my parents. I vaguely remember meeting her a few times when we were both much younger but it had probably been ten to twelve years since the last time I saw her and would never have known just who she was. With her standing there, and noticeably uncomfortable, my mother went on that she’d gotten married the day before and her aunt had given her a weeks use of her bungalow for her honeymoon. Now, thoroughly embarrassed, she backed away and headed back towards it. As she did I got a very good look at her panties through the thin gown and noted they were band leg and probably cotton. It was a nice way to start the day.
As she walked away, my mother explained that Nancy and her husband had arrived early in the morning and had found little to no food in the refrigerator when they got up. He’d gone into town to purchase some but Nancy was craving a cup of coffee so had come over hoping to borrow some. As I stood there Elle walked up and asked what we were talking about. Thankfully, Nancy had disappeared from sight by then. What was somewhat funny was that Elle remembered Nancy and was anxious to see her again.
It took a while to get the Sunfish down to the beach and set up. We had some “lookers” but no willing helpers. I have to qualify that a bit as the observers were the kids of the Summer renters from the bungalow just to the West side of my parents house. I’d been wondering if they’d be back as it had been their grandfather who actually rented the house and I knew he’d passed away. Seeing the kids meant that I’d get to see the mother, and she was always a treat to look at, especially her "bottom". His name was Danny and he wasn’t shy at all, almost demanding a ride. I reminded him that he needed his mother’s permission and someone to sit in the boat with him. Of course I wanted that “someone” to be his mother.
However, having just written that, I really wanted to get Elle and my kids out in the boat. That’s why I bought it. By the time I got the sails up and was ready to go so were they. Elle had purchased a new bathing suit at an end of the previous Summer and this was the first time she’d worn it this year. It was a cotton seersucker material, one piece and made like a playsuit with the leg openings just like a pair of shorts. It had come with a sewn in panty but Elle had a “long torso” and the panty had cut into her making her very uncomfortable. I’d made the suggestion that she cut it out and then wear a pair of her regular panties in place of it. It had taken some amount of persuasion on my part but I’d prevailed and she was satisfied with the result. I actually got more than I expected from it because, as she bent over to load the life jackets into the cockpit I got a BIG panty peek. I’d given her a pair of the SanSouci panties but I can’t remember why I chose them. But, if you were to follow her cheek lines from crotch to her hip, you could see panties. There was no doubt I had a bit of a bulge as we pushed off from shore.
To be continued...
Monday, December 09, 2013
MORE ON AND ON... June (Part 118h)
MORE ON AND ON... June (part118h)
As far as the kids were concerned, their focus was on the fact that Elle had finally agreed that they could have a kitten. Anne’s best friend was one of Ginger’s kids, Beth, and she’d gotten a kitten from her neighbor. Naturally, Anne was jealous and was quite persistent about getting one, recruiting her sisters to add pressure on Elle. Ginger’s neighbor was contacted and still had one kitten that hadn’t found a home. So, Saturday morning we loaded everybody into the station wagon and headed for Ginger’s house. She’d agreed to be the intermediary. When we got there we had to go around to the back yard to find anyone. There we saw a bunch of kids gathered around three little kittens and Ginger talking with a fairly tall woman. She was wearing a pair of white knit bermuda shorts and, as I surveyed her, could see the outline of her panties showing through the material at her hips. I’d only seen Ginger wearing shorts a few times and they were always loose fitting so my focus was on the other woman. After introductions, the lady went into the circle of kids to pick up one of the kittens. My eyes never left her backside as she bent over to pick one up. A prettier VPL would have been hard to find. The knit material was already tight to her skin but with her bending it was being stretched pretty much to it’s limit. The double material in the crotch was highlighted, much to my great pleasure, even though it was only for a few seconds. She pulled out a grey tiger kitten and handed it to Anne. I can’t ever remember her being as excited as she was at that moment.
Of course what followed was the almost mandatory ”talk“ about being responsible and taking care of his feeding and the dreaded litter box. And, of course, the expected ”Oh yes, mommy!“ response was put forth. We left shortly thereafter. When we arrived home Ward was installing the new floodlight. To make conversation I asked him about his daughters and what they were doing for the Summer. I remember him rolling his eyes when he said the younger one was working at a farm stand. It was obvious he was not pleased about it. I picked up on and asked why it bothered him. His answer was just one word... ”Boys!“ He didn’t dwell on it and went on to say the older one was clerking at the local drug store. I also remember smiling hearing him say that as that’s what Elle had done when she was in High School. He picked up on my smile and asked what was so funny. When I told him he seemed surprised that Elle was a local girl saying that his wife was too and we determined that she'd graduated some ten years before Elle. He then changed the subject and asked if we ever needed a baby sitter as the older girl was looking for ways to save money for college. I didn’t want to say no so told him I’d keep it in mind. As I’d already seen the younger girl (back when I was doing the last minute canvassing for Jon when he was running for the school board) what I did want to do was to stop in at the drug store to check the older girl out.
The drug store was directly across the street from the post office so on Monday I stopped on my way home. Being attractive must’ve been a family trait as the girl behind the counter looked somewhat similar to the girl I’d seen in the back yard that time. As I’ve previously written, one of my favorite things to do was to put specific panties with their owners. Standing there, perusing something, I visualized this girl wearing the panties I’d inspected only a few days earlier. Needless to say there was a certain ”stirring“ in my nether region as I stood there. As I did I wondered if there might come a time when we’d need a baby sitter and, if so, she would go to the top of my list.
The kitten was certainly the center of interest for all the females in the family. It was a male and, if there was one positive to the addition, that was it. At least the female domination had been reduced by one. The lady who’d given us the kitten had, thankfully, exposed it to kitty litter so that was one less worry. The older girls had named him Tiger but Kaye, our youngest, pronounced it Tigger so that pretty much became his name. The poor cat was in the hands of one of the kids almost all the time. I started becoming concerned and told them they could only hold him for 15 minutes at a time. Then, they had to give him some time off by himself. That night they couldn’t find him so we had to have a search. He, smartly, discovered a way to get under the reclining chair to get some respite. After the kids went to bed he came out on his own. Elle would pick him up and let him nest on her lap. On one of the first times she did it she ended up falling asleep. When she awoke she realized that she had to go to the bathroom and when she did she frightened the cat, who, in turn, scared her. The combination of all of that ended up with Elle having a little ”accident“. Just prior to that I’d grabbed the kids little Brownie camera to take a picture of the two of them asleep but was too late to get it. When Elle exited the bathroom she walked into the kitchen where I was about to take a picture of the kitty eating. I took a quick look and couldn’t resist snapping what I saw.
As you can imagine she wasn’t too pleased. She would allow me to take an occasional ”questionable“ picture with my grandfather’s Polaroid camera as no one else would see them when they were being developed. But, with film that needed processed developing she had a problem. I convinced her to live with it by telling her I’d take it to a non local processor. It was almost time for bed so she decided to go upstairs, get washed up and ready for bed. I followed behind her and as she started up the stairs I pulled the camera out again.
This time she really was unhappy. It was another case of ”hot tongue and cold shoulder“ when I finally came to bed.
To be continued...
As far as the kids were concerned, their focus was on the fact that Elle had finally agreed that they could have a kitten. Anne’s best friend was one of Ginger’s kids, Beth, and she’d gotten a kitten from her neighbor. Naturally, Anne was jealous and was quite persistent about getting one, recruiting her sisters to add pressure on Elle. Ginger’s neighbor was contacted and still had one kitten that hadn’t found a home. So, Saturday morning we loaded everybody into the station wagon and headed for Ginger’s house. She’d agreed to be the intermediary. When we got there we had to go around to the back yard to find anyone. There we saw a bunch of kids gathered around three little kittens and Ginger talking with a fairly tall woman. She was wearing a pair of white knit bermuda shorts and, as I surveyed her, could see the outline of her panties showing through the material at her hips. I’d only seen Ginger wearing shorts a few times and they were always loose fitting so my focus was on the other woman. After introductions, the lady went into the circle of kids to pick up one of the kittens. My eyes never left her backside as she bent over to pick one up. A prettier VPL would have been hard to find. The knit material was already tight to her skin but with her bending it was being stretched pretty much to it’s limit. The double material in the crotch was highlighted, much to my great pleasure, even though it was only for a few seconds. She pulled out a grey tiger kitten and handed it to Anne. I can’t ever remember her being as excited as she was at that moment.
Of course what followed was the almost mandatory ”talk“ about being responsible and taking care of his feeding and the dreaded litter box. And, of course, the expected ”Oh yes, mommy!“ response was put forth. We left shortly thereafter. When we arrived home Ward was installing the new floodlight. To make conversation I asked him about his daughters and what they were doing for the Summer. I remember him rolling his eyes when he said the younger one was working at a farm stand. It was obvious he was not pleased about it. I picked up on and asked why it bothered him. His answer was just one word... ”Boys!“ He didn’t dwell on it and went on to say the older one was clerking at the local drug store. I also remember smiling hearing him say that as that’s what Elle had done when she was in High School. He picked up on my smile and asked what was so funny. When I told him he seemed surprised that Elle was a local girl saying that his wife was too and we determined that she'd graduated some ten years before Elle. He then changed the subject and asked if we ever needed a baby sitter as the older girl was looking for ways to save money for college. I didn’t want to say no so told him I’d keep it in mind. As I’d already seen the younger girl (back when I was doing the last minute canvassing for Jon when he was running for the school board) what I did want to do was to stop in at the drug store to check the older girl out.
The drug store was directly across the street from the post office so on Monday I stopped on my way home. Being attractive must’ve been a family trait as the girl behind the counter looked somewhat similar to the girl I’d seen in the back yard that time. As I’ve previously written, one of my favorite things to do was to put specific panties with their owners. Standing there, perusing something, I visualized this girl wearing the panties I’d inspected only a few days earlier. Needless to say there was a certain ”stirring“ in my nether region as I stood there. As I did I wondered if there might come a time when we’d need a baby sitter and, if so, she would go to the top of my list.
The kitten was certainly the center of interest for all the females in the family. It was a male and, if there was one positive to the addition, that was it. At least the female domination had been reduced by one. The lady who’d given us the kitten had, thankfully, exposed it to kitty litter so that was one less worry. The older girls had named him Tiger but Kaye, our youngest, pronounced it Tigger so that pretty much became his name. The poor cat was in the hands of one of the kids almost all the time. I started becoming concerned and told them they could only hold him for 15 minutes at a time. Then, they had to give him some time off by himself. That night they couldn’t find him so we had to have a search. He, smartly, discovered a way to get under the reclining chair to get some respite. After the kids went to bed he came out on his own. Elle would pick him up and let him nest on her lap. On one of the first times she did it she ended up falling asleep. When she awoke she realized that she had to go to the bathroom and when she did she frightened the cat, who, in turn, scared her. The combination of all of that ended up with Elle having a little ”accident“. Just prior to that I’d grabbed the kids little Brownie camera to take a picture of the two of them asleep but was too late to get it. When Elle exited the bathroom she walked into the kitchen where I was about to take a picture of the kitty eating. I took a quick look and couldn’t resist snapping what I saw.
As you can imagine she wasn’t too pleased. She would allow me to take an occasional ”questionable“ picture with my grandfather’s Polaroid camera as no one else would see them when they were being developed. But, with film that needed processed developing she had a problem. I convinced her to live with it by telling her I’d take it to a non local processor. It was almost time for bed so she decided to go upstairs, get washed up and ready for bed. I followed behind her and as she started up the stairs I pulled the camera out again.
This time she really was unhappy. It was another case of ”hot tongue and cold shoulder“ when I finally came to bed.
To be continued...
Thursday, December 05, 2013
MORE ON AND ON... June (Part 118g)
MORE ON AND ON... June (part 118g)
Needless to say, the news disrupted the plans for the afternoon. With all the commotion I decided it was time for us to go. Elle was really uncomfortable and wanted to get home and washed up and changed. Since the kids were still with Elle’s mother I had a few minutes to “play“ with her. I loved my kids but I surely loved my private time with her and this was one of those times. I wished there were more of them.
Back at work we were preparing for the next ”busy period“. The new hires in my area of responsibility seemed to be working out well. Bret had finally gotten up the nerve to go talk with Netta and that little ”hitch“ was smoothed over. Jaz was a hard worker and got along well with Lorrie. The hope (with fingers and toes crossed) was that the bookkeeping machine didn’t break down again. Laura, who was working as an assistant to the Auditor, was liked by everybody, especially Liz who was pleased at how quickly she’d adapted to the work. As an aside, Laura was faithfully repaying the loan for her clothes. Cara had come back to work and seemed like a changed person now that her soon to be ex husband was out of the picture. So, all in all, things were going well.
I went home the same way each night, going past what in my mind I called ”the panty house“, hoping to find some still on the clothes line. I think it was Wednesday night when Elle told me that the electrician was going to stop by after supper. She’d got tired of my excuses about not contacting him so she went and did it herself. His name was Ward and he actually worked as a supervisor for the regional power company. He did electrical jobs as a sideline, for cash, so he pretty much had the best of both worlds. I explained the problem and what we wanted done. He surmised that the reason we had no power to the garage was that the original wires were installed over thirty years ago, in the ground and the insulation had broken down. He asked if any of us ever walked across that section of lawn in our bare feet. I didn’t know but asked why. He said if the power switch to the garage was on and there was any moisture in the ground we would feel a tingling as we walked around. I thought about it for a minute and was thankful that we hadn’t.
The repairs weren’t that hard to get done but the question was on just what type of flood light we wanted. Ward told me he had a catalog I could look through with Elle and when we decided he’d purchase and install it. By the time he had power back to the garage it was dark so he said he’d leave the catalog on the picnic table outside his back door and I could pick it up the next day. In our conversation he told me he was big into softball and the opening game for the Summer was the next night so he wouldn’t be home after work. I ended up running late the next morning and didn’t have time to stop. I figured i could do it on my way home since no matter what decision Elle and I made it wouldn’t get installed until the weekend, at the earliest. When I made the turn down the side road by his house there was no red panel truck or car. i stopped and as i walked across the back yard toward the back of the house I saw a wicker wash basket sitting on the picnic table. I didn’t think much about it until I was almost up to it. It was filled with clothes and right on top were three neatly folded piles of white panties. Oh my heart!
There was no way I was going to touch them without making sure that no one was home. After knocking on both the front and back doors I returned to the table. The catalog was under the corner of the basket. I pulled it out and saw circles drawn around three different styles of flood lights on the open page... but my attention was more on those panties than the catalog. I stood there holding it trying to decide if I dared to pick a pair of them up. There was absolutely no way I was going to take a pair but I really did want to know the maker. The width of the crotch was intriguing. I finally made the decision to take a look. Each time I’d see the panties on the line they were grouped by size with the largest closet to the house and the smallest closer to the garage. With three piles to choose from I chose the middle. As soon as my fingers touched them I knew they were made of nylon satin tricot, my favorite. I noted just how they were folded so I could, hopefully, fold them back the same way. I have to tell you that my heart was racing as I peered inside looking for the label. I was disappointed because all it said was ”Nylon“, in script. There was also number 5 with a circle around it, representing the size. I had a feeling I’d seen some like it before but I needed to get them back where they belonged so didn’t dwell on it. With the lighting catalog in hand I headed for home.
As you would expect from me, I chose the cheapest light, telling Elle that it would be adequate. The look on her face told me she didn’t ”buy“ it. Later, while watching television, I remembered where I’d seen the same label as I’d seen earlier in the panties. It went all the way back to when Bret’s wife, Jan, (before they met and married) had lived at my grandfather’s house and some of her panties had been stolen off the wash line in his yard. She’d bought some new ones at the Woolworth’s store that was located right across the street. I made a habit of doing periodic panty drawer checks when visiting my grandfather when she wasn't there and had noticed them at that time. As I sat there reminiscing I made mental note to try and eat lunch there one day soon so I could check out their panty table once again.
To be continued...
Needless to say, the news disrupted the plans for the afternoon. With all the commotion I decided it was time for us to go. Elle was really uncomfortable and wanted to get home and washed up and changed. Since the kids were still with Elle’s mother I had a few minutes to “play“ with her. I loved my kids but I surely loved my private time with her and this was one of those times. I wished there were more of them.
Back at work we were preparing for the next ”busy period“. The new hires in my area of responsibility seemed to be working out well. Bret had finally gotten up the nerve to go talk with Netta and that little ”hitch“ was smoothed over. Jaz was a hard worker and got along well with Lorrie. The hope (with fingers and toes crossed) was that the bookkeeping machine didn’t break down again. Laura, who was working as an assistant to the Auditor, was liked by everybody, especially Liz who was pleased at how quickly she’d adapted to the work. As an aside, Laura was faithfully repaying the loan for her clothes. Cara had come back to work and seemed like a changed person now that her soon to be ex husband was out of the picture. So, all in all, things were going well.
I went home the same way each night, going past what in my mind I called ”the panty house“, hoping to find some still on the clothes line. I think it was Wednesday night when Elle told me that the electrician was going to stop by after supper. She’d got tired of my excuses about not contacting him so she went and did it herself. His name was Ward and he actually worked as a supervisor for the regional power company. He did electrical jobs as a sideline, for cash, so he pretty much had the best of both worlds. I explained the problem and what we wanted done. He surmised that the reason we had no power to the garage was that the original wires were installed over thirty years ago, in the ground and the insulation had broken down. He asked if any of us ever walked across that section of lawn in our bare feet. I didn’t know but asked why. He said if the power switch to the garage was on and there was any moisture in the ground we would feel a tingling as we walked around. I thought about it for a minute and was thankful that we hadn’t.
The repairs weren’t that hard to get done but the question was on just what type of flood light we wanted. Ward told me he had a catalog I could look through with Elle and when we decided he’d purchase and install it. By the time he had power back to the garage it was dark so he said he’d leave the catalog on the picnic table outside his back door and I could pick it up the next day. In our conversation he told me he was big into softball and the opening game for the Summer was the next night so he wouldn’t be home after work. I ended up running late the next morning and didn’t have time to stop. I figured i could do it on my way home since no matter what decision Elle and I made it wouldn’t get installed until the weekend, at the earliest. When I made the turn down the side road by his house there was no red panel truck or car. i stopped and as i walked across the back yard toward the back of the house I saw a wicker wash basket sitting on the picnic table. I didn’t think much about it until I was almost up to it. It was filled with clothes and right on top were three neatly folded piles of white panties. Oh my heart!
There was no way I was going to touch them without making sure that no one was home. After knocking on both the front and back doors I returned to the table. The catalog was under the corner of the basket. I pulled it out and saw circles drawn around three different styles of flood lights on the open page... but my attention was more on those panties than the catalog. I stood there holding it trying to decide if I dared to pick a pair of them up. There was absolutely no way I was going to take a pair but I really did want to know the maker. The width of the crotch was intriguing. I finally made the decision to take a look. Each time I’d see the panties on the line they were grouped by size with the largest closet to the house and the smallest closer to the garage. With three piles to choose from I chose the middle. As soon as my fingers touched them I knew they were made of nylon satin tricot, my favorite. I noted just how they were folded so I could, hopefully, fold them back the same way. I have to tell you that my heart was racing as I peered inside looking for the label. I was disappointed because all it said was ”Nylon“, in script. There was also number 5 with a circle around it, representing the size. I had a feeling I’d seen some like it before but I needed to get them back where they belonged so didn’t dwell on it. With the lighting catalog in hand I headed for home.
As you would expect from me, I chose the cheapest light, telling Elle that it would be adequate. The look on her face told me she didn’t ”buy“ it. Later, while watching television, I remembered where I’d seen the same label as I’d seen earlier in the panties. It went all the way back to when Bret’s wife, Jan, (before they met and married) had lived at my grandfather’s house and some of her panties had been stolen off the wash line in his yard. She’d bought some new ones at the Woolworth’s store that was located right across the street. I made a habit of doing periodic panty drawer checks when visiting my grandfather when she wasn't there and had noticed them at that time. As I sat there reminiscing I made mental note to try and eat lunch there one day soon so I could check out their panty table once again.
To be continued...
Tuesday, December 03, 2013
MORE ON AND ON... June (Part 118f)
MORE ON AND ON... June (Part 118f)
When Johnnie noticed the same thing he broke away from the game and went over to Sandy and kneeled down beside her. He then rolled her over on her back and started whispering to her. It took a few seconds for her to compose herself and when she did she sat bolt upright. Her laughing had stopped and, at first, there was a blank look on her face. Then she turned away from the rest of us and said something to her husband. He immediately got up and put his hands under her armpits and lifted her up. I couldn’t see any wetness as Johnnie tried to steady her but it was a front on view. Then, and this sort of funny, she started backing away from us with Johnnie right beside her. Once they were out of the direct beam of the floodlights they both turned and sort of jogged towards their back yard. If there had been any doubt about her being wet, turning her back to us proved it. The back of her shorts were wet but they were also wet up the right side of them. I figured that must’ve happened while she was lying on her side.
Their departure pretty much ended the party. Elle and I said goodnight to Bob and Phyl and told them we’d see them at the sailing club in the morning. On our way home I very much wanted to mention Sandy’s wetting but decided against it. I knew how embarrassed Elle had been just a week earlier and, at the last minute, thought it best to keep my mouth shut. Instead, I focused on the fact that we were going home to a house without children... and what that would mean.
At the sailing club the next morning it was sort of bittersweet for me. It seemed like I didn’t know over half the guys who were there. Of the dozen or so people I used to race against there were only five there. The debacle of introducing the Windmill class sailboat to the club had had serious repercussions. A number of my friends stopped racing at the club because of the discord that resulted. A number of them were, like me, new fathers and that added to their decision. A couple had changed affiliation and were still racing but not at this club. One thing hadn't changed and Rex was still the facilities manager and very active in promoting the club. At least a half dozen of the guys who were there were new members that had joined because of Rex and his sale of Sunfish sailboats. After brief introductions we started in on getting the storm windows off and attacking the repairs that were needed.
As had been the routine in the past, the women showed up around noontime to make lunches for us workers. After we'd all eaten, with the clubhouse opened up and the water turned on, they set about cleaning the interior while the men built racks for the new Sunfish. When I bought my Sunfish I had no intention of racing it. The whole reason for the purchase was so that we, as a family, could enjoy sailing with a lot more comfort (and safety) than on the Sailfish. However, the whole time I worked with the guys I was being pressured to join in with the racing. I’ll admit I was being swayed but I still wasn’t ready for it. I was under enough pressure with the new house that I didn’t really need to add racing to it. I wasn’t saying that I wouldn’t race but I didn’t want to do it on a regular basis.
There was one notable absentee... Sandy. Her husband explained that she was under the weather. I figured that was partly true, probably a hangover, but there was also the embarrassment factor what with both Phyl and Elle witnessing her “accident” the night before. I’d tried to keep her off my mind but I truly wanted to see her at the club. Of the women who showed up there was only one that held any interest for me. A 30 something with a real nice figure and tight fitting clam digger pants. I’d picked her out when the women were cooking the hamburgers and franks. I watched her as she bent over a cooler and I targeted in on a very noticeable VPL. She definitely showed promise.
We left before all the work was finished as I just had to get home to mow the lawn. Sunday was out of the question for doing it. We’d been invited to Peggy’s graduation and although we hadn’t seen her since we moved I felt that we should go. Being a friend of her father’s and the fact that both Elle and I, as well as our girls, had become close to her the previous Summer and Fall warranted our attendance. The graduation ceremonies had actually been postponed a week due to construction problems at the school which worked out better for us. Elle (actually my mother) had picked out a nice overnight bag as a graduation present for her. Speaking of my mother, she’d taken Jean, our oldest, clothes shopping for her birthday and had bought Elle a cute summer dress which she was looking forward to wearing.
The graduating class was over 300 which made for a long afternoon. Elle had, reluctantly, worn a “package” and was glad that she did. We were invited to Peggy’s parent’s house for a party. If it wasn’t for giving her the present we would’ve gone home. Elle was positive someone would notice but with a dress on I told her there was no way unless they lifted the hem of it. I knew a few people who were there but most were relatives. The guests had been at the house a short while before Peggy showed up. James had told me, somewhat disappointed, that Peggy had a boyfriend. He’d graduated a year before her and was in the Coast Guard. When Peggy made her grand entrance he was there with her all dressed up in his uniform. James had her stand on their small back porch to receive her gifts. But, before she did she said she had an announcement to make... and what an announcement it was! She let everyone know that she was now engaged. I don’t really know how to describe the look on James’ face, but it wasn’t a happy one.
To be continued...
When Johnnie noticed the same thing he broke away from the game and went over to Sandy and kneeled down beside her. He then rolled her over on her back and started whispering to her. It took a few seconds for her to compose herself and when she did she sat bolt upright. Her laughing had stopped and, at first, there was a blank look on her face. Then she turned away from the rest of us and said something to her husband. He immediately got up and put his hands under her armpits and lifted her up. I couldn’t see any wetness as Johnnie tried to steady her but it was a front on view. Then, and this sort of funny, she started backing away from us with Johnnie right beside her. Once they were out of the direct beam of the floodlights they both turned and sort of jogged towards their back yard. If there had been any doubt about her being wet, turning her back to us proved it. The back of her shorts were wet but they were also wet up the right side of them. I figured that must’ve happened while she was lying on her side.
Their departure pretty much ended the party. Elle and I said goodnight to Bob and Phyl and told them we’d see them at the sailing club in the morning. On our way home I very much wanted to mention Sandy’s wetting but decided against it. I knew how embarrassed Elle had been just a week earlier and, at the last minute, thought it best to keep my mouth shut. Instead, I focused on the fact that we were going home to a house without children... and what that would mean.
At the sailing club the next morning it was sort of bittersweet for me. It seemed like I didn’t know over half the guys who were there. Of the dozen or so people I used to race against there were only five there. The debacle of introducing the Windmill class sailboat to the club had had serious repercussions. A number of my friends stopped racing at the club because of the discord that resulted. A number of them were, like me, new fathers and that added to their decision. A couple had changed affiliation and were still racing but not at this club. One thing hadn't changed and Rex was still the facilities manager and very active in promoting the club. At least a half dozen of the guys who were there were new members that had joined because of Rex and his sale of Sunfish sailboats. After brief introductions we started in on getting the storm windows off and attacking the repairs that were needed.
As had been the routine in the past, the women showed up around noontime to make lunches for us workers. After we'd all eaten, with the clubhouse opened up and the water turned on, they set about cleaning the interior while the men built racks for the new Sunfish. When I bought my Sunfish I had no intention of racing it. The whole reason for the purchase was so that we, as a family, could enjoy sailing with a lot more comfort (and safety) than on the Sailfish. However, the whole time I worked with the guys I was being pressured to join in with the racing. I’ll admit I was being swayed but I still wasn’t ready for it. I was under enough pressure with the new house that I didn’t really need to add racing to it. I wasn’t saying that I wouldn’t race but I didn’t want to do it on a regular basis.
There was one notable absentee... Sandy. Her husband explained that she was under the weather. I figured that was partly true, probably a hangover, but there was also the embarrassment factor what with both Phyl and Elle witnessing her “accident” the night before. I’d tried to keep her off my mind but I truly wanted to see her at the club. Of the women who showed up there was only one that held any interest for me. A 30 something with a real nice figure and tight fitting clam digger pants. I’d picked her out when the women were cooking the hamburgers and franks. I watched her as she bent over a cooler and I targeted in on a very noticeable VPL. She definitely showed promise.
We left before all the work was finished as I just had to get home to mow the lawn. Sunday was out of the question for doing it. We’d been invited to Peggy’s graduation and although we hadn’t seen her since we moved I felt that we should go. Being a friend of her father’s and the fact that both Elle and I, as well as our girls, had become close to her the previous Summer and Fall warranted our attendance. The graduation ceremonies had actually been postponed a week due to construction problems at the school which worked out better for us. Elle (actually my mother) had picked out a nice overnight bag as a graduation present for her. Speaking of my mother, she’d taken Jean, our oldest, clothes shopping for her birthday and had bought Elle a cute summer dress which she was looking forward to wearing.
The graduating class was over 300 which made for a long afternoon. Elle had, reluctantly, worn a “package” and was glad that she did. We were invited to Peggy’s parent’s house for a party. If it wasn’t for giving her the present we would’ve gone home. Elle was positive someone would notice but with a dress on I told her there was no way unless they lifted the hem of it. I knew a few people who were there but most were relatives. The guests had been at the house a short while before Peggy showed up. James had told me, somewhat disappointed, that Peggy had a boyfriend. He’d graduated a year before her and was in the Coast Guard. When Peggy made her grand entrance he was there with her all dressed up in his uniform. James had her stand on their small back porch to receive her gifts. But, before she did she said she had an announcement to make... and what an announcement it was! She let everyone know that she was now engaged. I don’t really know how to describe the look on James’ face, but it wasn’t a happy one.
To be continued...
Sunday, December 01, 2013
MORE ON AND ON ... June (Part 118e)
MORE ON AND ON... June (Part 118e)
We’d been in the house for over six months and the ”to do“ list wasn’t getting any shorter. Soon after we moved in the light on the garage went out. I’d changed the bulb but that didn’t solve the problem. Since there wasn’t a visible wire running from the house to the garage, the line had to be buried in the ground. Over time I’d learned how to do a myriad of things but working with electricity wasn’t one of them. The memory of a ”shocking“ experience at age five made me wary of doing anything more than changing a fuse (yes, they were still in vogue at that time) or a bulb. Fixing the light had been on the list for at least five months and Elle was tired of seeing it be ignored. In a conversation with our neighbor, Kathleen, Elle got the name and address of their electrician and the information was waiting at my place at the dinner table. The address was on the same street as we lived but I knew I’d never seen a sign to advertise the fact. I decided to check the house number on my way to work in the morning.
You cannot imagine my surprise, joy and excitement when the house number I was looking for turned out to be the house with the panties displayed so nicely. I couldn’t believe my luck. Now I had another excuse to stop there. I decided to wait to do it until there were panties on the line and it turned out to be that Friday night. I wasn’t scheduled to work late and actually took off a little early. As I made the turn up the side road (the garage was not on the street with the address but on the little side road that gave me the clear view of the clothesline) I was praying that there would be something of interest for me. On a comparative basis the line wasn’t nearly as productive as I’d hoped as there were only six pair (two of each size). Elle had really been bugging me about it since she’d given me the information so, somewhat reluctantly, I decided to stop in spite of the dearth of panties. There was a red panel truck parked in front of the garage door so I parked there. That meant I had to walk across the back yard and right by the clothes line to get to the back door. No one answered my knock so I turned around and took a good look at the panties. I sort of recognized the waist elastic but couldn’t pin it down. What was noticeable was the width of the crotch. It was wide... very wide. I could see the neighbor’s house so didn’t dare go over to them to inspect for the label. In retrospect, the best part was that I’d have to go back there again.
When I arrived home there was no station wagon, no Elle and no kids... and no note. I changed out of my suit and was just about to put on my yard clothes when I saw Elle pull up in the driveway and get out without the kids. So, in just my boxer shorts, I went downstairs to greet her. No kids almost always meant some ”liberal” wet or at least damp play time... but not this time. She was obviously “frazzled”. The kids had been “atrocious”, all day, starting with them locking Sophie in their playhouse. By mid afternoon she said she wanted to lock them in there. But, when Phyl called and she told her about her day, Phyl told her to “dump the kids” with her mother and come over to her house as she and her husband, Bob, were having a “get together” for some of her new neighbors. Phyl insisted that we come in spite of not living in their development. There was yard work I’d planned on doing but I could tell that Elle really wanted to go so...
The party was really informal, more of a “meet and greet” than anything else. Libations were limited to beer and wine (yes, even back then) with chips and the like. Some people came and went in a matter of minutes. I got to meet some men that I felt would be useful to me at work in the future so was glad that we came. The sun was setting when we were just about to leave. I’d meant to remind Bob that as a member of the sailing club, especially a new one, he was expected to be at the clubhouse the next day to help get it open and cleaned for the season. As I went over to inform him I left Elle standing in the side yard. When I returned she was talking with Sandy and Johnny. I’d forgotten that they lived next door. I knew Elle was still embarrassed about what had happened on the tennis courts the previous weekend so was curious as to how she was handling the situation. Sandy was always vivacious and bubbly but tonight she was absolutely giddy. It seemed obvious to me that she’d arrived ever so slightly drunk while Johnny appeared to be somewhat sober.
Sandy implored us not to leave and I, seeing her in that state and wearing short shorts (again), wanted to stay. I remember Elle rolling her eyes when I said that we’d stick around for a while. By the time it was fully dark the party was down to around five couples. Sandy was still “wound up” and when Phyl suggested a game of Twister she started bouncing up and down yelling “YES! YES! YES!”. I gathered she’d played before since it was Phyl and Bob’s game and they lived right next door. After Phyl turned on flood lights for the yard and spread out the mat for the game Elle told me she wanted a flood light for our yard, at least from the house to the garage. More money!
I distinctly remember Elle excusing herself to use the bathroom before we started to play. The two other couples decided they wanted to watch before joining in. The game is hard enough when sober but when you add a little drunkeness in the mix it can get either more difficult or... interesting. There was no doubt that Sandy’s condition made it more interesting. She was constantly laughing and prodding/teasing her husband. I don’t know for sure what he did to her but at one point she jumped and fell over on her side, laughing uncontrollably. He made a few more comments directed at her that only kept her laughing. The rest of us finally stopped playing and started laughing at/with her. Then I noticed something very interesting, at least to me... a dark spot was growing in her crotch.
To be continued...
We’d been in the house for over six months and the ”to do“ list wasn’t getting any shorter. Soon after we moved in the light on the garage went out. I’d changed the bulb but that didn’t solve the problem. Since there wasn’t a visible wire running from the house to the garage, the line had to be buried in the ground. Over time I’d learned how to do a myriad of things but working with electricity wasn’t one of them. The memory of a ”shocking“ experience at age five made me wary of doing anything more than changing a fuse (yes, they were still in vogue at that time) or a bulb. Fixing the light had been on the list for at least five months and Elle was tired of seeing it be ignored. In a conversation with our neighbor, Kathleen, Elle got the name and address of their electrician and the information was waiting at my place at the dinner table. The address was on the same street as we lived but I knew I’d never seen a sign to advertise the fact. I decided to check the house number on my way to work in the morning.
You cannot imagine my surprise, joy and excitement when the house number I was looking for turned out to be the house with the panties displayed so nicely. I couldn’t believe my luck. Now I had another excuse to stop there. I decided to wait to do it until there were panties on the line and it turned out to be that Friday night. I wasn’t scheduled to work late and actually took off a little early. As I made the turn up the side road (the garage was not on the street with the address but on the little side road that gave me the clear view of the clothesline) I was praying that there would be something of interest for me. On a comparative basis the line wasn’t nearly as productive as I’d hoped as there were only six pair (two of each size). Elle had really been bugging me about it since she’d given me the information so, somewhat reluctantly, I decided to stop in spite of the dearth of panties. There was a red panel truck parked in front of the garage door so I parked there. That meant I had to walk across the back yard and right by the clothes line to get to the back door. No one answered my knock so I turned around and took a good look at the panties. I sort of recognized the waist elastic but couldn’t pin it down. What was noticeable was the width of the crotch. It was wide... very wide. I could see the neighbor’s house so didn’t dare go over to them to inspect for the label. In retrospect, the best part was that I’d have to go back there again.
When I arrived home there was no station wagon, no Elle and no kids... and no note. I changed out of my suit and was just about to put on my yard clothes when I saw Elle pull up in the driveway and get out without the kids. So, in just my boxer shorts, I went downstairs to greet her. No kids almost always meant some ”liberal” wet or at least damp play time... but not this time. She was obviously “frazzled”. The kids had been “atrocious”, all day, starting with them locking Sophie in their playhouse. By mid afternoon she said she wanted to lock them in there. But, when Phyl called and she told her about her day, Phyl told her to “dump the kids” with her mother and come over to her house as she and her husband, Bob, were having a “get together” for some of her new neighbors. Phyl insisted that we come in spite of not living in their development. There was yard work I’d planned on doing but I could tell that Elle really wanted to go so...
The party was really informal, more of a “meet and greet” than anything else. Libations were limited to beer and wine (yes, even back then) with chips and the like. Some people came and went in a matter of minutes. I got to meet some men that I felt would be useful to me at work in the future so was glad that we came. The sun was setting when we were just about to leave. I’d meant to remind Bob that as a member of the sailing club, especially a new one, he was expected to be at the clubhouse the next day to help get it open and cleaned for the season. As I went over to inform him I left Elle standing in the side yard. When I returned she was talking with Sandy and Johnny. I’d forgotten that they lived next door. I knew Elle was still embarrassed about what had happened on the tennis courts the previous weekend so was curious as to how she was handling the situation. Sandy was always vivacious and bubbly but tonight she was absolutely giddy. It seemed obvious to me that she’d arrived ever so slightly drunk while Johnny appeared to be somewhat sober.
Sandy implored us not to leave and I, seeing her in that state and wearing short shorts (again), wanted to stay. I remember Elle rolling her eyes when I said that we’d stick around for a while. By the time it was fully dark the party was down to around five couples. Sandy was still “wound up” and when Phyl suggested a game of Twister she started bouncing up and down yelling “YES! YES! YES!”. I gathered she’d played before since it was Phyl and Bob’s game and they lived right next door. After Phyl turned on flood lights for the yard and spread out the mat for the game Elle told me she wanted a flood light for our yard, at least from the house to the garage. More money!
I distinctly remember Elle excusing herself to use the bathroom before we started to play. The two other couples decided they wanted to watch before joining in. The game is hard enough when sober but when you add a little drunkeness in the mix it can get either more difficult or... interesting. There was no doubt that Sandy’s condition made it more interesting. She was constantly laughing and prodding/teasing her husband. I don’t know for sure what he did to her but at one point she jumped and fell over on her side, laughing uncontrollably. He made a few more comments directed at her that only kept her laughing. The rest of us finally stopped playing and started laughing at/with her. Then I noticed something very interesting, at least to me... a dark spot was growing in her crotch.
To be continued...
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