MORE GOOD TIMES... August (Part 120d)
We stayed longer than
we wanted and, in the car, Elle was really concerned about how Kaye,
our youngest, was doing without her. This was the first time that she’d
spent time in the care of someone other than Elle or her mother away
from the confines of our house. Ginger’s house was on the road back to
our house so we could stop on our way. I pulled up in front of the house
and Elle jumped out and headed for the door. As I watched her jogging in
that direction I could see her panties as the skirt of her bathing suit bounced up and down. It was then that I realized that she was still without the panties that went with the suit and they were still at home. I (we) forgot all about them and when at her mother’s
house I’d not been directly behind her so didn’t notice it then. My
first thought was to call her back but didn't. I
realized that I was going to get in trouble regardless of when I let her
know and decided to keep my mouth shut hoping that she could retrieve
Kaye without Ginger knowing.
No one answered her knock and we’d
been there enough to know that everybody was probably playing in the
back yard. As Elle headed around the corner of the house I got out and
followed her down the hill. I kept my eyes glued to her backside and was somewhat relieved
that I only saw very brief glimpses of her panties. As we reached the
back yard there was no sign of Kaye or any of Ginger’s kids. Then we
both heard some laughing and looked up at the deck. From the angle we
were at we couldn’t see anyone so we headed for the stairs. Naturally, I
followed Elle. The ”view“ was fantastic! I’m not sure how many steps
there were but I had a really long look as she made her way to the top. At the top we saw Kaye and
Ginger’s youngest at the picnic table. Ginger was there and had them
engaged in some sort of picture making. I was surprised that Kaye didn’t
jump up from her seat and run to Elle (and I’m sure Elle felt the
same). I remember her looking up at us and then continuing to work on
her project.
Elle apologized for being late and called for Kaye
to come over to us so we could leave to go home. She didn’t, pretty much ignoring
her. Then Elle went over to where she was sitting and bent over to
whisper in her ear. To get an idea of what I saw go back to the last
post and look at the picture with Elle bending over the side of the boat we were in. My eyes were
darting between Ginger, who was sitting at the end of the table, and
Elle’s backside. I honestly couldn’t tell if she’d seen anything because
Elle was at an angle to her but I was hoping that she hadn’t. I finally
had to go over and pick Kaye up, kicking and screaming. It was the
first time I’d ever seen her act that way. I wasn’t too pleased on the
one hand but it was the most emotion I’d witnessed and that part was good.
Up to them I’d been concerned that she was way too passive.
We exited though
the house and out the front door. I led the way so had no idea if
Ginger was able to get a peek of Elle's panties. Once inside the car we both
concentrated on calming Kaye down. On the way home I was worrying about
how Elle would react when she realized that she’d been out and about
without her bathing suit panties on. Kay had calmed down by the time we
were walking up the path to the back door. I wasn’t sure when Pat was
going to deliver our other girls home and I really didn’t want Elle to be
embarrassed in front of her. What with their new found alteration
alliance just starting out and Elle's excitement about it I didn't want Pat to get the wrong idea about her so suggested that she get changed. I stayed outside not wanting to ”face the
music“ when she discovered what was missing.
Pat showed up a few
minutes later and at that point I just hoped that Elle had changed. We
chatted a bit with Pat describing what her daughter and our girls had done all afternoon.
When Elle finally walked out I was much relieved to see her in shorts and a
tank top. Once she got to where we were standing I excused myself but not before I
caught Elle’s not too happy look at me. I remember thinking that in the
worst case scenario I still had two great pictures, the problem being
that I probably wasn’t going to get any more.
One thing I’d
learned in my years with Elle was not to say much when a confrontation with her
was taking place. She had the ability to shut out anything I’d say. As I
waited for the inevitable I decided to say as little as possible and
hopefully, nothing. I also knew that whenever I’d go silent on her it would
eventually get to her. Then she’d soften her position a bit and a dialog, of
some sort, would follow. The question was how long would it take for
that to happen.
After Pat left Elle walked into the house,
ignoring me. I did get fed but there were no words directed my way. I
decided to find things to do outside in preparation of Jay coming on
Friday. As I did I was wondering if we’d still be taking the kids
sailing the next day, but I wasn’t going to be the first to speak. It
was after dark when I finally came in the house. I knew the kids were in
bed but there were no lights were on so I had no idea where Elle was. I washed
up a bit and then headed for the screened in porch. I saw a form in the
wicker chair which had to be her so I sat on the love seat. It took a
few minutes and then I heard her say ”Well?“ in an obviously questioning
tone but I didn’t answer. A few more minutes went by and then I heard
”What have you got to say for yourself?“ or something like that. I still
didn’t answer, knowing that I was getting to her. The standoff
continued for a while and when I finally spoke it was to ask if she’d
let me explain fully, without interruption. She, reluctantly, agreed.
To be continued...
Thursday, January 30, 2014
Monday, January 27, 2014
MORE GOOD TIMES... August (Part 120c)
MORE GOOD TIMES... August (Part 120c)
My first thought was some “afternoon delight” but Elle quickly put that idea to rest. By the time we’d grabbed a bite to eat it was close to 1pm. There were plenty of things to do around the house and yard but the thought that I was on “vacation” led me to think of something to do alone with Elle. There was always sailing in Big B’s boat but I knew we’d do that the next day. The Sunfish was sitting on the trailer in the garage but when I suggested it Elle kind of wrinkled her nose. Then she surprised me with her idea... use the boat with the outboard motor and go back to where we’d gone for our reminiscing picnic a few weeks back. When we returned from that trip and went to pick up the kids from her mother Elle mentioned that she’d seen a lot of beach plum bushes and they were loaded with plums. Her mother was mad that we hadn’t brought any back. We’d thought about it but had nothing to put them in. Elle suggested that we could make her mother happy by going back to pick plums so she could make jam with them. Using the outboard we could be back in plenty of time to pick up the kids. I said “sure“ but my thoughts weren’t on the plums.
When we were getting our bathing suits on I initially hid the panties of her suit on her. She was a little perturbed but I had her laughing in short time. Initially concerned that someone at the marina would see her regular panties I made her parade in front of the full length mirror on the back of our closet door. Standing up straight you couldn’t see her panties so she relented. I retrieved two plastic pails from the garage for the plums and we were ready to go. It was Elle that reminded me that I needed my drivers license so I ran back to the house to get it... and while I was there grabbed the camera. I wasn’t sure I could hide it from Elle’s view as I approached the car but she didn’t mention it. Once in the boat it only took about 20 to 25 minutes for us to reach our destination.
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A little background... Beach plum plants are actually bushes that are found along sandy coast lines in the Northeast part of the country. The fruit, (plum) is edible and is used mostly to make jam. The area we lived in was once a very prolific producer of beach plums but with the end of WWII and the popularity of building on waterfront land, the beach plum plant (at least in our area) was a victim. For example, there was but two houses to the East of Elle’s parent’s property at the end of the war. All Elle’s mother had to do was walk next door and she could pick as many as she wanted. She’d been given a recipe for the jam that had been passed down from back in the 1800’s. By the early 60’s, all that property had been developed and the bushes were gone. Elle had picked plums for her mother from the time she was about 5 years old up until she left for college. The area we’d visited just a few weeks prior was undeveloped and, for any number of reasons, would never be developed. As far as I knew the area was only accessible by water. The bushes had survived and we were planning on taking advantage of that.
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I anchored the boat as close to shore as possible. Elle was concerned about the time so she wasn’t interested in swimming, just picking plums. Watching her disembark I had a fantastic view of her backside and of her panties. As she climbed off the transom of the boat I began wondering just how I was going to get a picture as that would’ve been perfect. To be safe we decided on just one hour for picking.The whole time we were I was trying to conjure up some way to get a picture and I couldn’t come up with a plausible idea. At the end of the hour we had about a bucket and a half of the plums. Making our way back to the boat Elle stopped. She had what could be described as a a ”flirting “ look on her face. She was a few steps ahead of me and as I caught up to her she spread her legs. My bucket was on the sand in a nano second and one of my hands was between her legs in another. She let me enjoy myself for a bit and them asked about the time again. I felt we had plenty of time but Elle said she wanted to deliver the plums to her mother before we went to pick up the kids so that was going to take some time. I couldn’t argue with her on that.
We’d stayed pretty much along the shore to do our picking and had walked about a half mile from the boat. The wind had shifted and the tide had come in so when we got back to the boat I had to wade in up to my chest to get to it. I pulled it in so Elle could pretty much just step over the transom to get in. I still hadn’t come up with a plan for getting a picture. We secured the buckets of plums and I went to start the motor... but I stopped. She wanted to know why I didn’t and I blurted out. ”What will it take for you to let me have a picture?“
The best way to describe the look on her face was one that indicated that she’d been waiting for the question. I remember her crossing her arms over her chest and just staring at me and not saying anything. We both stayed silent for a minute or so but she spoke first. The Sears Fall catalog had come and she’d seen a wool outfit that she really liked. I asked if she’d put it on the ”want/need“ list and she nodded her head negatively. I asked why and she said that she thought I would think it was too much money. I didn’t want to ask just how much it was but she told me anyway. I have to admit that I took a deep breath but told her I give it to her for her birthday. The look on her face changed immediately and she she came right over to me and planted a BIG kiss right on my lips. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you where my right hand was. The end result was two really good pictures (at least I thinks so...)
When we showed up at Elle’s mother’s house with the beach plums she was on her front porch. Not expecting us she was doubly surprised when we showed her the plums. In fact, she was so surprised that she promised not only to give us some of the jam she’d make but also a lemon meringue pie, my favorite. Nothing like buttering up your mother in law!
To be continued...
My first thought was some “afternoon delight” but Elle quickly put that idea to rest. By the time we’d grabbed a bite to eat it was close to 1pm. There were plenty of things to do around the house and yard but the thought that I was on “vacation” led me to think of something to do alone with Elle. There was always sailing in Big B’s boat but I knew we’d do that the next day. The Sunfish was sitting on the trailer in the garage but when I suggested it Elle kind of wrinkled her nose. Then she surprised me with her idea... use the boat with the outboard motor and go back to where we’d gone for our reminiscing picnic a few weeks back. When we returned from that trip and went to pick up the kids from her mother Elle mentioned that she’d seen a lot of beach plum bushes and they were loaded with plums. Her mother was mad that we hadn’t brought any back. We’d thought about it but had nothing to put them in. Elle suggested that we could make her mother happy by going back to pick plums so she could make jam with them. Using the outboard we could be back in plenty of time to pick up the kids. I said “sure“ but my thoughts weren’t on the plums.
When we were getting our bathing suits on I initially hid the panties of her suit on her. She was a little perturbed but I had her laughing in short time. Initially concerned that someone at the marina would see her regular panties I made her parade in front of the full length mirror on the back of our closet door. Standing up straight you couldn’t see her panties so she relented. I retrieved two plastic pails from the garage for the plums and we were ready to go. It was Elle that reminded me that I needed my drivers license so I ran back to the house to get it... and while I was there grabbed the camera. I wasn’t sure I could hide it from Elle’s view as I approached the car but she didn’t mention it. Once in the boat it only took about 20 to 25 minutes for us to reach our destination.
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A little background... Beach plum plants are actually bushes that are found along sandy coast lines in the Northeast part of the country. The fruit, (plum) is edible and is used mostly to make jam. The area we lived in was once a very prolific producer of beach plums but with the end of WWII and the popularity of building on waterfront land, the beach plum plant (at least in our area) was a victim. For example, there was but two houses to the East of Elle’s parent’s property at the end of the war. All Elle’s mother had to do was walk next door and she could pick as many as she wanted. She’d been given a recipe for the jam that had been passed down from back in the 1800’s. By the early 60’s, all that property had been developed and the bushes were gone. Elle had picked plums for her mother from the time she was about 5 years old up until she left for college. The area we’d visited just a few weeks prior was undeveloped and, for any number of reasons, would never be developed. As far as I knew the area was only accessible by water. The bushes had survived and we were planning on taking advantage of that.
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I anchored the boat as close to shore as possible. Elle was concerned about the time so she wasn’t interested in swimming, just picking plums. Watching her disembark I had a fantastic view of her backside and of her panties. As she climbed off the transom of the boat I began wondering just how I was going to get a picture as that would’ve been perfect. To be safe we decided on just one hour for picking.The whole time we were I was trying to conjure up some way to get a picture and I couldn’t come up with a plausible idea. At the end of the hour we had about a bucket and a half of the plums. Making our way back to the boat Elle stopped. She had what could be described as a a ”flirting “ look on her face. She was a few steps ahead of me and as I caught up to her she spread her legs. My bucket was on the sand in a nano second and one of my hands was between her legs in another. She let me enjoy myself for a bit and them asked about the time again. I felt we had plenty of time but Elle said she wanted to deliver the plums to her mother before we went to pick up the kids so that was going to take some time. I couldn’t argue with her on that.
We’d stayed pretty much along the shore to do our picking and had walked about a half mile from the boat. The wind had shifted and the tide had come in so when we got back to the boat I had to wade in up to my chest to get to it. I pulled it in so Elle could pretty much just step over the transom to get in. I still hadn’t come up with a plan for getting a picture. We secured the buckets of plums and I went to start the motor... but I stopped. She wanted to know why I didn’t and I blurted out. ”What will it take for you to let me have a picture?“
The best way to describe the look on her face was one that indicated that she’d been waiting for the question. I remember her crossing her arms over her chest and just staring at me and not saying anything. We both stayed silent for a minute or so but she spoke first. The Sears Fall catalog had come and she’d seen a wool outfit that she really liked. I asked if she’d put it on the ”want/need“ list and she nodded her head negatively. I asked why and she said that she thought I would think it was too much money. I didn’t want to ask just how much it was but she told me anyway. I have to admit that I took a deep breath but told her I give it to her for her birthday. The look on her face changed immediately and she she came right over to me and planted a BIG kiss right on my lips. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you where my right hand was. The end result was two really good pictures (at least I thinks so...)
When we showed up at Elle’s mother’s house with the beach plums she was on her front porch. Not expecting us she was doubly surprised when we showed her the plums. In fact, she was so surprised that she promised not only to give us some of the jam she’d make but also a lemon meringue pie, my favorite. Nothing like buttering up your mother in law!
To be continued...
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
MORE GOOD TIMES... August (Part 120b)
MORE GOOD TIMES... August (Part 120b)
The wind never really did pick up which was a bit of a disappointment. It would’ve been perfect for the kids if they'd been with us. We still enjoyed the day on the water, especially me. Elle’s idea of the “test run” had been a good one not just for that but we found some things that would help us when we actually had the kids. As we put the boat away and were about to leave, the guy who owned the outboard we’d been able to use saw us. I hadn’t thanked him so I got in my belated “thank you“. He told us that his boat was there for the using and that the marina office had the key. It was kind of funny because even as much as Elle and I loved sailing we also enjoyed ourselves that day when we used his boat. There was one positive about the outboard... we didn’t have to worry about the vagaries of the wind.
We picked up the kids and were home well before supper time. To complete my day I'd persuaded Elle to leave her bathing suit on and without the suit panties. It seemed like I had a permanent “soft” bulge. Arriving home, Elle found a package on the picnic table from Pat (the PTA lady). It was a dress pattern and some material. It was sort of a test for Elle so Pat could check her sewing ability before turning her loose on an expensive gown. She wanted to get started right away but I got her to hold off until the next day. I wanted to see her out and about in the yard where I could get some really good panty peeks to continue a really good day. I told her that, with Jay due at the end of the week, I had to go get the shutters she wanted and have them painted before then so I’d be busy all day and wouldn’t “bother” her. She smiled and agreed to wait. It was an enjoyable evening!
As I had mentioned, the shutters had been salvaged from the demolition of some older area houses. They were actual working shutters in that the louvers worked and they could be flipped open or closed. Because the man who owned the salvage yard was a member of the church Elle and I attended he gave me a “deal“. Since I didn’t have any use for the hardware (hinges) on them he was willing to sell the shutters at half price if I would return all of it to him. It meant a little more work for me but it was going to save me money.
It was noon before I could even think about painting what with having to remove all the old hinges. I had to get through many layers of paint to get to the screws. We’d decided on forest green as the accent color against an all white house. Initially, I’d been against the idea but it had grown on me and with Jay to help install them I was now exited to see how they would look once they were up. I wasn’t really hungry but Elle made sandwiches and persuaded me to take a few minutes off. Elle and I ate out on the patio while the kids dined out at their playhouse. She showed me her progress on her sewing project and projected she’d have it done before going to bed. With both of us involved in projects I wasn’t as tempted to go looking for Elle to ”play“ even though we were about as alone as we could be with the kids still at home.
Painting all the louvers took more time than I’d expected and I didn’t finish up until after dark. After cleaning up I came into the kitchen and found Elle, in just her bra and panties, holding her ”creation“, a print dress. It caught me by surprise because it was a rare sight to see her that way in any other room than our bedroom. She saw the look on my face and laughed. Then she told me to stop staring and to go get the ironing board so she could finish the dress up. I told her I would if she’d let me have another picture. I got one of her typical ”looks“ and when I didn’t move I remember her saying ”Hurry up! I want to get finished“. The camera was right around the corner in the den and she actually posed for it which also surprised me.
I got the ironing board set up for her and we stood there talking
about her ”trial run“ for Pat as the iron heated up. Pat had been
contacted by a woman who’s daughter was getting married on Labor Day
weekend and wanted her to ”oversee” the process of making sure the the
bridal gown and the dresses of the attendants fit properly. Elle wasn’t
sure how many attendants dresses there were but Pat was lining up
help. Elle thought it’d be fun, especially since she didn’t have a big
wedding or dress and, because of my travels when training the horses, she missed
out on all the weddings of her friends. Once the iron was hot she, still
in just her bra and panties, started ironing. I didn’t ask permission
for the next picture.
We had a choice of either Wednesday or Thursday to take the girls out
sailing in Big B’s boat. Elle wanted to get the dress to Pat first
thing in the morning, hoping to get a passing grade on her effort. She
was worried because she hadn’t done much sewing since becoming pregnant
with Kaye. She told me that it was almost like riding a bicycle in that
it took only a short time for her to get comfortable at it again. I told her that if
she got back before 11am we’d all go sailing. While she was gone I touched
up a few places where I’d missed while painting the louvers on the
shutters. It was almost noon when she returned but without the kids. Pat
had approved her work and had invited the older girls to stay and play
with her daughter. They, given the choice of staying and playing with a
friend or sailing, chose to stay. I was disappointed. Ginger (the
milkman’s wife) had been at Pat’s at the same time and had her youngest with her. Kaye,
our youngest was definitely a “mommy’s girl” and when Ginger offered to
take her home to play with her daughter she shocked Elle when she said
she’d go. That meant it was just Elle and I for the afternoon. :-)
To be continued...
The wind never really did pick up which was a bit of a disappointment. It would’ve been perfect for the kids if they'd been with us. We still enjoyed the day on the water, especially me. Elle’s idea of the “test run” had been a good one not just for that but we found some things that would help us when we actually had the kids. As we put the boat away and were about to leave, the guy who owned the outboard we’d been able to use saw us. I hadn’t thanked him so I got in my belated “thank you“. He told us that his boat was there for the using and that the marina office had the key. It was kind of funny because even as much as Elle and I loved sailing we also enjoyed ourselves that day when we used his boat. There was one positive about the outboard... we didn’t have to worry about the vagaries of the wind.
We picked up the kids and were home well before supper time. To complete my day I'd persuaded Elle to leave her bathing suit on and without the suit panties. It seemed like I had a permanent “soft” bulge. Arriving home, Elle found a package on the picnic table from Pat (the PTA lady). It was a dress pattern and some material. It was sort of a test for Elle so Pat could check her sewing ability before turning her loose on an expensive gown. She wanted to get started right away but I got her to hold off until the next day. I wanted to see her out and about in the yard where I could get some really good panty peeks to continue a really good day. I told her that, with Jay due at the end of the week, I had to go get the shutters she wanted and have them painted before then so I’d be busy all day and wouldn’t “bother” her. She smiled and agreed to wait. It was an enjoyable evening!
As I had mentioned, the shutters had been salvaged from the demolition of some older area houses. They were actual working shutters in that the louvers worked and they could be flipped open or closed. Because the man who owned the salvage yard was a member of the church Elle and I attended he gave me a “deal“. Since I didn’t have any use for the hardware (hinges) on them he was willing to sell the shutters at half price if I would return all of it to him. It meant a little more work for me but it was going to save me money.
It was noon before I could even think about painting what with having to remove all the old hinges. I had to get through many layers of paint to get to the screws. We’d decided on forest green as the accent color against an all white house. Initially, I’d been against the idea but it had grown on me and with Jay to help install them I was now exited to see how they would look once they were up. I wasn’t really hungry but Elle made sandwiches and persuaded me to take a few minutes off. Elle and I ate out on the patio while the kids dined out at their playhouse. She showed me her progress on her sewing project and projected she’d have it done before going to bed. With both of us involved in projects I wasn’t as tempted to go looking for Elle to ”play“ even though we were about as alone as we could be with the kids still at home.
Painting all the louvers took more time than I’d expected and I didn’t finish up until after dark. After cleaning up I came into the kitchen and found Elle, in just her bra and panties, holding her ”creation“, a print dress. It caught me by surprise because it was a rare sight to see her that way in any other room than our bedroom. She saw the look on my face and laughed. Then she told me to stop staring and to go get the ironing board so she could finish the dress up. I told her I would if she’d let me have another picture. I got one of her typical ”looks“ and when I didn’t move I remember her saying ”Hurry up! I want to get finished“. The camera was right around the corner in the den and she actually posed for it which also surprised me.
To be continued...
Monday, January 20, 2014
MORE GOOD TIMES... August (Part 120a)
MORE GOOD TIMES... August (Part 120a)
The last week of July was what I called a “nothing” week. Nothing in the sense that just about anything I’d planned or hoped for didn’t happen. No big calamity or anything like that... just things didn’t work out in my favor. Between rain and windy conditions when I was home at night or, Elle being totally occupied with a new project, I really didn’t get much “play” time. I even left work early on Friday with the idea that I’d get to see Elle and Sandy playing tennis only to find no one at the courts when I arrived. It turned out that Sandy’s mother decided on a surprise visit. When the tennis didn’t pan out for Elle she went back to her “project”.
Pat, (the PTA lady) had gotten a few of the mothers with girls from the ages of 5 to 8 years old together with the idea of starting a troop of Brownie scouts. Elle had volunteered and, to get the troop authorized and operational by the time school started in September, all the paperwork had to be in to Girl Scout headquarters by the first of August. After a few nights of being ignored I couldn’t wait for August to come.
AND... speaking of Pat, she had approached Elle to help her in a new business she was starting. Before moving to the area she’d been manager of a bridal shop. It’d been a few years and although she liked not having to work, with all her kids now in school she was bored. The campaign she’d organized to get Jon (the milkman) elected to the school board was over and the Brownies project wasn’t all that time consuming. So, she’d done some research and found that the nearest bridal shop was over an hour away. Most of the local brides had purchased their gowns from catalogs and had a hard time finding someone to do alterations. By word of mouth at her church she’d drummed up enough business to sometimes need help. Although Elle hadn’t made any new clothes since we’d bought the house she still had the sewing machine and thought it’d be fun.
I hadn’t put in for vacation so was pretty much left with the “dregs” as far as time off was concerned. Bret had put down the first week in August but when I asked what his plans were for the time he told me he really didn’t have any. A little “bargaining” with him netted me the time. I got in touch with Jay who said he’d be able to sneak in a day that week and arranged for him to bring Jo and their daughter when he did. I thought it’d be fun for them to spend a day at the beach while Jay and I did our “thing“.
Aside from the ”to do“ list that Elle and I had for around the house and property there was one thing I wanted to do on my vacation and that was to go sailing in Big B’s sailboat. Elle liked the idea of all five of us being able to go out together. However, Elle thought it might be best if just the two of us went out for a ”test run“ before taking the kids. My first reaction was ”Why? I know how to sail a boat like that!“ But she insisted that we try it without the kids. I started to argue when the ”light came on“ for me. Just the two of us... Hmmmm... It could be very interesting. With that idea in the forefront I decided to play it casual choosing to let her ”sell“ me on the idea some more. I’d asked my father, the amateur weather man, to find us the perfect day. The first one he came up with turned out to be Monday, my first actual day of vacation.
Since the marina was in the same general locale as our parents, Elle’s mother took the kids. They were always happy to go there so after the initial disappointment of not going sailing that day they ”settled“ for making cookies with ”Nana”. Elle made up something for lunch and a thermos of home made lemonade. I persuaded her to leave her regular panties on and to pull the bathing suit panties up over them. She gave me a “look” but didn’t say anything and did as I asked.
Thankfully, Big B had a small outboard motor for the boat as it would’ve been difficult to maneuver it out of the marina using just the sails. Being morning, there wasn’t much wind so it was slow going. Counting on the the usual Southwesterly breeze for the afternoon, I headed towards a small island located in the bay just to the East. The thought was that if and when it did come up we’d have a nice easy sail home. It seemed like it took forever to get over to the island and by noon we were just a short way from shore. The island was privately owned and we (Elle, I and some other kids) had “invaded” the island when we were much younger and had a memorable adventure but no desire to do it again. The wind had stopped almost completely with the sails just hanging limply. There were absolutely no boats in sight so I asked Elle to take her bathing suit panties off. I had to do some persuading but was finally successful when I pointed out that since she was sitting inside the cockpit a passing boat wouldn’t be able to see or know. Then I reminded her that she’d gone swimming in just her regular panties when we’d borrowed the outboard just a week or so ago.
Even though I saw her in panties every day, the thrill of being out in the open like that had me aroused... and not just a little bit. With the sails just flopping around, annoying us, I decided to drop anchor and lower them. The mid day sun was hot so, even without a ladder, I jumped overboard and swam around for a bit. I’ll admit it was painful climbing back aboard. It was for that reason that Elle had decided not to join me. We ate our lunch and with it being over two hours since Elle had seen a toilet I knew it wouldn’t be long before I’d get my “present”. She sat on the deck and let her pee run over the side and then we did some serious “playing”. I was up for more but Elle was very adamant that she wasn’t going to go any further.
I’d sneakily brought the Polaroid camera aboard and, when she resisted my further “advances”, I pleaded with her to let me have a picture. Initially, not happy, I wore her down with a promise of the dress she’d seen at Judith’s Boutique the day we’d been shopping. I was pretty sure that Judith had set it aside for me even though I hadn’t called her to confirm it. As it turned out, the “bribe” worked and I got a few pictures.
To be continued...
The last week of July was what I called a “nothing” week. Nothing in the sense that just about anything I’d planned or hoped for didn’t happen. No big calamity or anything like that... just things didn’t work out in my favor. Between rain and windy conditions when I was home at night or, Elle being totally occupied with a new project, I really didn’t get much “play” time. I even left work early on Friday with the idea that I’d get to see Elle and Sandy playing tennis only to find no one at the courts when I arrived. It turned out that Sandy’s mother decided on a surprise visit. When the tennis didn’t pan out for Elle she went back to her “project”.
Pat, (the PTA lady) had gotten a few of the mothers with girls from the ages of 5 to 8 years old together with the idea of starting a troop of Brownie scouts. Elle had volunteered and, to get the troop authorized and operational by the time school started in September, all the paperwork had to be in to Girl Scout headquarters by the first of August. After a few nights of being ignored I couldn’t wait for August to come.
AND... speaking of Pat, she had approached Elle to help her in a new business she was starting. Before moving to the area she’d been manager of a bridal shop. It’d been a few years and although she liked not having to work, with all her kids now in school she was bored. The campaign she’d organized to get Jon (the milkman) elected to the school board was over and the Brownies project wasn’t all that time consuming. So, she’d done some research and found that the nearest bridal shop was over an hour away. Most of the local brides had purchased their gowns from catalogs and had a hard time finding someone to do alterations. By word of mouth at her church she’d drummed up enough business to sometimes need help. Although Elle hadn’t made any new clothes since we’d bought the house she still had the sewing machine and thought it’d be fun.
I hadn’t put in for vacation so was pretty much left with the “dregs” as far as time off was concerned. Bret had put down the first week in August but when I asked what his plans were for the time he told me he really didn’t have any. A little “bargaining” with him netted me the time. I got in touch with Jay who said he’d be able to sneak in a day that week and arranged for him to bring Jo and their daughter when he did. I thought it’d be fun for them to spend a day at the beach while Jay and I did our “thing“.
Aside from the ”to do“ list that Elle and I had for around the house and property there was one thing I wanted to do on my vacation and that was to go sailing in Big B’s sailboat. Elle liked the idea of all five of us being able to go out together. However, Elle thought it might be best if just the two of us went out for a ”test run“ before taking the kids. My first reaction was ”Why? I know how to sail a boat like that!“ But she insisted that we try it without the kids. I started to argue when the ”light came on“ for me. Just the two of us... Hmmmm... It could be very interesting. With that idea in the forefront I decided to play it casual choosing to let her ”sell“ me on the idea some more. I’d asked my father, the amateur weather man, to find us the perfect day. The first one he came up with turned out to be Monday, my first actual day of vacation.
Since the marina was in the same general locale as our parents, Elle’s mother took the kids. They were always happy to go there so after the initial disappointment of not going sailing that day they ”settled“ for making cookies with ”Nana”. Elle made up something for lunch and a thermos of home made lemonade. I persuaded her to leave her regular panties on and to pull the bathing suit panties up over them. She gave me a “look” but didn’t say anything and did as I asked.
Thankfully, Big B had a small outboard motor for the boat as it would’ve been difficult to maneuver it out of the marina using just the sails. Being morning, there wasn’t much wind so it was slow going. Counting on the the usual Southwesterly breeze for the afternoon, I headed towards a small island located in the bay just to the East. The thought was that if and when it did come up we’d have a nice easy sail home. It seemed like it took forever to get over to the island and by noon we were just a short way from shore. The island was privately owned and we (Elle, I and some other kids) had “invaded” the island when we were much younger and had a memorable adventure but no desire to do it again. The wind had stopped almost completely with the sails just hanging limply. There were absolutely no boats in sight so I asked Elle to take her bathing suit panties off. I had to do some persuading but was finally successful when I pointed out that since she was sitting inside the cockpit a passing boat wouldn’t be able to see or know. Then I reminded her that she’d gone swimming in just her regular panties when we’d borrowed the outboard just a week or so ago.
Even though I saw her in panties every day, the thrill of being out in the open like that had me aroused... and not just a little bit. With the sails just flopping around, annoying us, I decided to drop anchor and lower them. The mid day sun was hot so, even without a ladder, I jumped overboard and swam around for a bit. I’ll admit it was painful climbing back aboard. It was for that reason that Elle had decided not to join me. We ate our lunch and with it being over two hours since Elle had seen a toilet I knew it wouldn’t be long before I’d get my “present”. She sat on the deck and let her pee run over the side and then we did some serious “playing”. I was up for more but Elle was very adamant that she wasn’t going to go any further.
I’d sneakily brought the Polaroid camera aboard and, when she resisted my further “advances”, I pleaded with her to let me have a picture. Initially, not happy, I wore her down with a promise of the dress she’d seen at Judith’s Boutique the day we’d been shopping. I was pretty sure that Judith had set it aside for me even though I hadn’t called her to confirm it. As it turned out, the “bribe” worked and I got a few pictures.
Friday, January 17, 2014
GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 119n)
GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 119n)
It took more than breakfast chatter to win her over. That night I persuaded Elle to at least go take a look at the sailboat. We went to the same little marina from where I’d borrowed the outboard and this time I remembered to bring the money I owed the owner. I also remembered to look at the wash lines behind the garages that were just to the left of the entry road to the marina. This time I got to see some clothes on the lines but no panties. At least there was some ”life“ there and it reinforced the idea to keep looking. It wasn’t hard to find Big B’s sailboat. It was the only one in the marina. We walked out on the dock to give it a look. I got Elle to come aboard and try the seats. That was what won her over as she agreed that it was big enough for all five of us to go sailing together. She somewhat surprised me by verbalizing her complaints against the Sunfish. That was puzzling because I thought she was happy with it. However, she was back on speaking terms with me and that part was good.
I don’t remember which night it was that I came home and found her in her new shorts outfit. It was very sexy and I had a hard time concentrating on eating as I watched her move about the kitchen. The VPL was incredible and when she bent over to put food in the cat’s dish I got a panty peek from both leg openings. After we finished eating she wanted to show me how her garden was progressing. As I remember it, she used the toilet before leaving the house and I think I waited for her hoping to get a feel of her usually damp panties as she walked out of the room. As soon as she saw me she shook her head from side to side and waved her finger at me telling me to back away. Her excuse was she didn’t want to stain her new shorts. I followed her out the door and I’m glad I did. It was obvious that she hadn’t pulled the top pair of her panties up all the way because I could see them peeking out and without her having to bend over. By the time we got to the garage the bulge in my shorts was noticeable. With the kids hanging around I had to do a little ”dancing“ to keep it somewhat hidden.
The tomatoes were doing very well as was the lettuce. For some reason, the beans had come up sporadically. I needed to get a small spade to dig some of the seeds out and when I went to the garage to get it decided to make a run to the house to get a camera. The ”peeks“ were too good not to capture. Coming back I knew it would be hard to come up with a reason for having it but proceeded on. There was a small basket that Elle sometimes used for her garden tools and there was enough space in it to hide the camera. I reappeared with the spade in one hand and the basket in the other. I gave Elle the spade and then backed away. As she leaned forward I was able to get what I was looking for. Priceless!
The problem with the beans was that she’d planted the seeds too deep.
They’d been in the ground for a while and I wasn’t sure that replanting
them would work but between the two of us we got it done. More
importantly, I got the picture I wanted.
Elle had been after me to take some vacation time. I’d been at the bank almost a year and a half and had only taken a few individual days. I’d started on a ”to do“ list for things for things around the property. On top of the list was to expand the garage so we could put the station wagon inside. It was about nine inches too short. We didn’t have the money to do a major re-do of the whole garage and I’d tried to come up with a viable solution. When we moved in, one of the people who helped was Jay, the old friend from back when I worked for the County in the data processing area. I’d promised to give him a call after that but hadn’t. In assessing the garage situation I remembered back when he’d designed and pretty much built the kids playhouse. I decided to give him a call.
In talking with Elle about it she insisted that I invite not only Jay but his wife as well. It’d been over two years since I’d left County employment and Jo, his wife, was pregnant at that time. When I finally reached him he seemed pleased to hear from me and told me he’d ”work on“ Jo to agree to come for dinner. I had to wait a day to hear back but we agreed to do it after work the following Monday.
An esthetic addition that Elle wanted was shutters, at least on the front of the house. I’d located a whole raft of used shutters at a local company that specialized in razing old homes. The owner was a member of our church and I’d made a call on him for church business. In leaving I saw at least 20 shutters stacked against a storage building. I hadn’t asked how much he wanted but I figured if I could get Jay to help with the garage he might show me how to attach them.
I have to admit I was looking forward to not only seeing Jay again, but also Jo. When Jay stepped out of his truck he was immediately recognizable. Still thin, the sight of him holding a young child was a bit offputting. Jo looked good with her always present grin still in place. The big difference was Sam(antha) their daughter. Our Kate was her usual shy self, hiding behind Elle’s legs. Sam was a little better in that she ended up standing by her mother but kept running one hand up under the leg opening of Jo’s shorts making her jump around a bit. It was obvious that Sam was taller than Kaye and when we found out she was almost three months younger it was eye opening. If she kept up at that rate it seemed like she’d end up as tall as Jay (6’4”).
Elle had only met Jo a few times so it was bit awkward for her at first but Jay and I pretty much picked up where we’d left off. The idea I’d hatched to lengthen the garage wasn’t going to work for structural reasons but he did come up with a solution that appeared to be affordable. Without asking he volunteered to help me do it including putting up some shutters to appease Elle. The only thing that made me hesitate was the money to do it. I finally “sucked it up” and said “OK”. We agreed to work out the timing at a later date and went inside to eat.
To be continued...
It took more than breakfast chatter to win her over. That night I persuaded Elle to at least go take a look at the sailboat. We went to the same little marina from where I’d borrowed the outboard and this time I remembered to bring the money I owed the owner. I also remembered to look at the wash lines behind the garages that were just to the left of the entry road to the marina. This time I got to see some clothes on the lines but no panties. At least there was some ”life“ there and it reinforced the idea to keep looking. It wasn’t hard to find Big B’s sailboat. It was the only one in the marina. We walked out on the dock to give it a look. I got Elle to come aboard and try the seats. That was what won her over as she agreed that it was big enough for all five of us to go sailing together. She somewhat surprised me by verbalizing her complaints against the Sunfish. That was puzzling because I thought she was happy with it. However, she was back on speaking terms with me and that part was good.
I don’t remember which night it was that I came home and found her in her new shorts outfit. It was very sexy and I had a hard time concentrating on eating as I watched her move about the kitchen. The VPL was incredible and when she bent over to put food in the cat’s dish I got a panty peek from both leg openings. After we finished eating she wanted to show me how her garden was progressing. As I remember it, she used the toilet before leaving the house and I think I waited for her hoping to get a feel of her usually damp panties as she walked out of the room. As soon as she saw me she shook her head from side to side and waved her finger at me telling me to back away. Her excuse was she didn’t want to stain her new shorts. I followed her out the door and I’m glad I did. It was obvious that she hadn’t pulled the top pair of her panties up all the way because I could see them peeking out and without her having to bend over. By the time we got to the garage the bulge in my shorts was noticeable. With the kids hanging around I had to do a little ”dancing“ to keep it somewhat hidden.
The tomatoes were doing very well as was the lettuce. For some reason, the beans had come up sporadically. I needed to get a small spade to dig some of the seeds out and when I went to the garage to get it decided to make a run to the house to get a camera. The ”peeks“ were too good not to capture. Coming back I knew it would be hard to come up with a reason for having it but proceeded on. There was a small basket that Elle sometimes used for her garden tools and there was enough space in it to hide the camera. I reappeared with the spade in one hand and the basket in the other. I gave Elle the spade and then backed away. As she leaned forward I was able to get what I was looking for. Priceless!
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| Priceless! |
Elle had been after me to take some vacation time. I’d been at the bank almost a year and a half and had only taken a few individual days. I’d started on a ”to do“ list for things for things around the property. On top of the list was to expand the garage so we could put the station wagon inside. It was about nine inches too short. We didn’t have the money to do a major re-do of the whole garage and I’d tried to come up with a viable solution. When we moved in, one of the people who helped was Jay, the old friend from back when I worked for the County in the data processing area. I’d promised to give him a call after that but hadn’t. In assessing the garage situation I remembered back when he’d designed and pretty much built the kids playhouse. I decided to give him a call.
In talking with Elle about it she insisted that I invite not only Jay but his wife as well. It’d been over two years since I’d left County employment and Jo, his wife, was pregnant at that time. When I finally reached him he seemed pleased to hear from me and told me he’d ”work on“ Jo to agree to come for dinner. I had to wait a day to hear back but we agreed to do it after work the following Monday.
An esthetic addition that Elle wanted was shutters, at least on the front of the house. I’d located a whole raft of used shutters at a local company that specialized in razing old homes. The owner was a member of our church and I’d made a call on him for church business. In leaving I saw at least 20 shutters stacked against a storage building. I hadn’t asked how much he wanted but I figured if I could get Jay to help with the garage he might show me how to attach them.
I have to admit I was looking forward to not only seeing Jay again, but also Jo. When Jay stepped out of his truck he was immediately recognizable. Still thin, the sight of him holding a young child was a bit offputting. Jo looked good with her always present grin still in place. The big difference was Sam(antha) their daughter. Our Kate was her usual shy self, hiding behind Elle’s legs. Sam was a little better in that she ended up standing by her mother but kept running one hand up under the leg opening of Jo’s shorts making her jump around a bit. It was obvious that Sam was taller than Kaye and when we found out she was almost three months younger it was eye opening. If she kept up at that rate it seemed like she’d end up as tall as Jay (6’4”).
Elle had only met Jo a few times so it was bit awkward for her at first but Jay and I pretty much picked up where we’d left off. The idea I’d hatched to lengthen the garage wasn’t going to work for structural reasons but he did come up with a solution that appeared to be affordable. Without asking he volunteered to help me do it including putting up some shutters to appease Elle. The only thing that made me hesitate was the money to do it. I finally “sucked it up” and said “OK”. We agreed to work out the timing at a later date and went inside to eat.
To be continued...
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 119m)
GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 119m)
Back at home the girls wanted to go swimming but we’d heard that it was to rain on Sunday so Elle wanted to get a few loads of wash done. With rain in the offing and a busy week ahead at work I decided to mow the lawn. To pacify the kids I got one of the lawn sprinklers out and set it up under the big shade tree between the house and driveway. That area hardly ever needed mowing because it never got any sun so I wasn’t worried about the water as far as mowing was concerned. They got their bathing suits on and proceeded to entertain themselves while Elle and I got our chores done. I tried to get Elle to put her new outfit on but she was having second thoughts about it saying it was a bit too ”sexy“. I quickly put that thought to rest and reminded her that she’d already told me that it was for my eyes only. At that point all I could do was wait until she had the nerve to put it on.
The girls tired of the sprinkler rather quickly so Elle set them up to play some games on the picnic table on the patio. When I took a break to get something to drink Elle was out at the wash line. I asked the girls if they wanted to play a trick on their mother and they jumped at the chance. I picked up the sprinkler and hid it under the bush by the corner of the garage and had it set to spray on the walkway to the house. I had them hide in the bush and I went to the faucet to wait for Elle to pass by. It took longer than I’d hoped and the girls were getting anxious. I was afraid they’d give themselves away. Finally, I saw Elle coming and timed it so that the spray hit her right in the chest. Naturally, she screamed and jumped away. Jean, the older girl, grabbed the sprinkler and started chasing her mother. I came over and grabbed Elle so Jean could give her a good dousing. The only thing was that Elle had picked some ripe tomatoes from her vegetable garden and she was screaming for us to stop so she didn’t drop them. I’d actually been tickling Elle and when I finally let her go she just collapsed on the ground trying to get her breath. I’d gotten the camera out to take pictures of the girls running through the sprinkler. I quickly grabbed it and took a few of her lying there. When I got to where her feet were I got quite a ”peek“. I snapped it quickly so she couldn’t see the angle I’d taken it at. I just prayed that it didn’t come out blurred.
We opted not to go to church on Sunday as it was raining quite hard. I
remember looking out the window and being glad I wasn’t racing in a
sailboat that day. About mid afternoon one of the girls came running
into the living room to say there was a ”big fat man“ at the kitchen
door. I got up and saw Big B standing there looking like a wet whale.
(He was well over 300 pounds and his black hair was matted down over his
forehead and there was water dripping from the end of his nose) I
didn’t want him in the house in that condition so I went out on the
patio. He was one of a group of unmarried guys that included my brother.
He’d bought a used police cruiser at an auction and was in the process
of giving the motor an overhaul and had run into a problem. My brother,
knowing I’d done most of the mechanical work on my race car suggested
that he stop by to seem me.
His father had some mechanical experience but it had been a long time since he’d been involved hands on. ”B“ wanted me to give him some direction so I told Elle I was off with him. Long story short, (sorry...) I was gone all afternoon and by the time I returned home I’d met all the unmarrieds in the group. One of them was a cousin to Jon (the guy who’d run for the school board) and I knew the older brother of another. ”B’s“ problem was he needed special parts and the only one I knew who might have them was Cliffy, my old friend who also raced cars. We went looking for him but we were unsuccessful. I told him I was sure he’d be at his shop the next night and to stop by around 8:30pm. Of course, when I told him that I didn’t know how I was going to explain it to Elle, especially since I hardly knew him.
Monday night I waited until the last minute to tell her I’d be leaving. I knew I’d get a cold shoulder that night in bed but I went anyway. We arrived at the shop, a large barn like building with big, high doors. They were open and just inside the door was a white race car and two guys. Cliffy was one and the other was Phil, both of whom were Elle’s classmates in high school. A close look at the car showed that it was pretty battered. I introduced ”B“ and then we heard how Cliffy had been in a serious wreck at the races on Saturday. They were trying to get the motor to line up so they could attach it to the chassis. They’d been at it for a while and were resting when we walked in. ”B“ asked if he could give them a hand... and that’s what he did. He took the long pry bar that they were using and with one hand raised the motor so that Phil could get the bolts in place. I was impressed! So were the other two. ”B’ asked about the parts and Cliffy had some, but not all, but said to stop by Wednesday night and he’d have them.
“B” and I stayed until after 11pm, talking racing. “B" had never been to the races and by the time we left he wanted to go and spent the trip back to my house trying to persuade me to go with him. I told him I had a previous commitment (I didn’t) but suggested he take some of his unmarried group. As a ”thank you“ for introducing him to Cliffy he told me I could borrow his sailboat any weekday and told me where the boat and sails were kept. His boat was a Lightning class boat, bigger than the Comet class boat I’d had. The Lightning also had seats which made for a more comfortable sail. As he drove down the driveway I knew I had something to offer to Elle that I hoped would make her less upset with me.
To be continued....
Back at home the girls wanted to go swimming but we’d heard that it was to rain on Sunday so Elle wanted to get a few loads of wash done. With rain in the offing and a busy week ahead at work I decided to mow the lawn. To pacify the kids I got one of the lawn sprinklers out and set it up under the big shade tree between the house and driveway. That area hardly ever needed mowing because it never got any sun so I wasn’t worried about the water as far as mowing was concerned. They got their bathing suits on and proceeded to entertain themselves while Elle and I got our chores done. I tried to get Elle to put her new outfit on but she was having second thoughts about it saying it was a bit too ”sexy“. I quickly put that thought to rest and reminded her that she’d already told me that it was for my eyes only. At that point all I could do was wait until she had the nerve to put it on.
The girls tired of the sprinkler rather quickly so Elle set them up to play some games on the picnic table on the patio. When I took a break to get something to drink Elle was out at the wash line. I asked the girls if they wanted to play a trick on their mother and they jumped at the chance. I picked up the sprinkler and hid it under the bush by the corner of the garage and had it set to spray on the walkway to the house. I had them hide in the bush and I went to the faucet to wait for Elle to pass by. It took longer than I’d hoped and the girls were getting anxious. I was afraid they’d give themselves away. Finally, I saw Elle coming and timed it so that the spray hit her right in the chest. Naturally, she screamed and jumped away. Jean, the older girl, grabbed the sprinkler and started chasing her mother. I came over and grabbed Elle so Jean could give her a good dousing. The only thing was that Elle had picked some ripe tomatoes from her vegetable garden and she was screaming for us to stop so she didn’t drop them. I’d actually been tickling Elle and when I finally let her go she just collapsed on the ground trying to get her breath. I’d gotten the camera out to take pictures of the girls running through the sprinkler. I quickly grabbed it and took a few of her lying there. When I got to where her feet were I got quite a ”peek“. I snapped it quickly so she couldn’t see the angle I’d taken it at. I just prayed that it didn’t come out blurred.
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| It didn't... |
His father had some mechanical experience but it had been a long time since he’d been involved hands on. ”B“ wanted me to give him some direction so I told Elle I was off with him. Long story short, (sorry...) I was gone all afternoon and by the time I returned home I’d met all the unmarrieds in the group. One of them was a cousin to Jon (the guy who’d run for the school board) and I knew the older brother of another. ”B’s“ problem was he needed special parts and the only one I knew who might have them was Cliffy, my old friend who also raced cars. We went looking for him but we were unsuccessful. I told him I was sure he’d be at his shop the next night and to stop by around 8:30pm. Of course, when I told him that I didn’t know how I was going to explain it to Elle, especially since I hardly knew him.
Monday night I waited until the last minute to tell her I’d be leaving. I knew I’d get a cold shoulder that night in bed but I went anyway. We arrived at the shop, a large barn like building with big, high doors. They were open and just inside the door was a white race car and two guys. Cliffy was one and the other was Phil, both of whom were Elle’s classmates in high school. A close look at the car showed that it was pretty battered. I introduced ”B“ and then we heard how Cliffy had been in a serious wreck at the races on Saturday. They were trying to get the motor to line up so they could attach it to the chassis. They’d been at it for a while and were resting when we walked in. ”B“ asked if he could give them a hand... and that’s what he did. He took the long pry bar that they were using and with one hand raised the motor so that Phil could get the bolts in place. I was impressed! So were the other two. ”B’ asked about the parts and Cliffy had some, but not all, but said to stop by Wednesday night and he’d have them.
“B” and I stayed until after 11pm, talking racing. “B" had never been to the races and by the time we left he wanted to go and spent the trip back to my house trying to persuade me to go with him. I told him I had a previous commitment (I didn’t) but suggested he take some of his unmarried group. As a ”thank you“ for introducing him to Cliffy he told me I could borrow his sailboat any weekday and told me where the boat and sails were kept. His boat was a Lightning class boat, bigger than the Comet class boat I’d had. The Lightning also had seats which made for a more comfortable sail. As he drove down the driveway I knew I had something to offer to Elle that I hoped would make her less upset with me.
To be continued....
Monday, January 13, 2014
GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 119l)
GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 119l)
Still feeling guilty the next morning (Saturday), I suggested that we all go for a ride. When I’d gotten the loan money I’d set aside money for clothes for Elle. We’d gotten her the new bathing suit but Elle really wanted some new shorts and tops. My first thought was taking her to Judith’s boutique but I’d also seen an ad in the local weekly paper about a new clothing store in a town a little further East of Judith’s place. It was in the same town where Elle’s father kept his fishing boat and also where the marina where my brother worked was located. I thought we could make it a journey by showing the kids where their other grandfather worked and for them to see one of their uncle’s. Hearing that we’d be doing some shopping won Elle over in spite of her not getting to do the weekly wash.
The first stop was at Judith’s. Nothing had changed. Clothes were literally stuffed into her cramped space. It was good to see her again but the shopping truly wasn’t a pleasant experience. Elle did see a dress that interested her but what she really wanted was new shorts and tops. Judith’s ”jumble“ just didn’t interest her. As we were leaving I told to put the dress aside and I’d get back to her in a few days. As always, she smiled as I walked out the door.
The next stop was the new store. I’m not sure of the name but it was like ”One Stop“ or something along those lines. As we approached it Elle saw something in the window and so did I. It was one of those old time stores with the door set back from the main sidewalk and display windows on both sides leading up to it. In a way it was deja-vu all over again, like when Elle had spotted her new bathing suit. She had her eyes on a cute short set. Walking up to the door I spied something that I liked... it was a little plastic sign sitting on the floor of the window display that read ”Modern Globe/Lollipop“. That sign, right on top of the discovery that the company was now making nylon satin panties, made my day. No longer would I have to think about driving some 60 miles to have access to them as they could be purchased less than 20 miles from home. The interior of the store was completely the opposite of Judith’s place. With about the same square footage, the clothes were displayed so that they could be seen and appreciated. If I were to guess it probably had about 1/3 of the merchandise that was stuffed into Judith’s.
I had the sense of deja-vu again when the lady told Elle they didn’t have the short set in her size. This time it was Elle who spoke up and asked her what the size of the outfit in the window was. This time the experience was completely different. The lady, with a smile on her face, went right out into the window space and brought the mannequin inside. I know Elle was holding her breath. She went to her knees and peeled the shorts off. While still on the floor she looked up at Elle and said ”size 10“. With that, I heard a little squeal from Elle.
While she was trying it on I got the attention of the clerk and asked if they had gotten in any of the nylon Lollipop panties. She hesitated and gave me a bit of a look before answering. She went towards the back of the store but I didn’t follow. She was back in less than a minute with a pair in her hand and gave it to me asking if this is what i was looking for. The feel was exquisite... a really nice nylon satin. I then asked her to put six pair aside and that when we were ready to leave to add them to the total but to give that package to me and to try and not let my wife see it. I remember her looking at me, then the kids and then towards the changing room. She really wasn’t sure what was going on.
When Elle walked out with the short set on I loved it immediately. Th top was really nothing more than a bra with red piping and embroidered flowers all across the front. The shorts fit her like they were poured on her. As soon as she turned around I could see the VPL and it was great. She thought the shorts might be a bit tight but I reminded her that that set was the only one that would come close to fitting her. She accepted my assessment and started looking at some sleeveless cotton tops. She looked so good in it I told her she should wear it out of the store. She shook her head in a negative fashion and told me it was for my eyes only.
I had to sweat getting the panties out of the store without Elle seeing them. Thankfully, Kaye was fussing by then and she had to pick her up and when she did the lady handed me the small package of panties. I snuggled it up next to the bag with Elle’s clothes, carefully keeping it right next to me. Even though it was a little early for lunch, we’d ”bribed“ the kids to be good by promising ice cream. It was a short walk to the luncheonette run by one of Elle’s high school classmates. After we ate we headed for the marina where my brother worked.
A while back I told of a visit from Elle’s college roommate and her husband and how he’d bought a sailboat and come up with a scheme to make money with it. In so doing, the company my brother worked for was supposed to handle the charters. Personally, I thought it was a bad idea and was curious to ask my brother how much success he’d had. What I got was a great big laugh out of him.. People who were interested in charters wanted a much bigger boat with amenities. This boat was but 22 feet with no provision for keeping food cold or for cooking it. Plus, there was no ”potty“. He told me that he’d rented out for day sailing but that was it. He looked at Elle and I and told us we should take it out. By then the kids had reached their ”limit“ and as much as I wanted to we had to head home. I told my brother we’d get back to him and probably do it.
To be continued...
Still feeling guilty the next morning (Saturday), I suggested that we all go for a ride. When I’d gotten the loan money I’d set aside money for clothes for Elle. We’d gotten her the new bathing suit but Elle really wanted some new shorts and tops. My first thought was taking her to Judith’s boutique but I’d also seen an ad in the local weekly paper about a new clothing store in a town a little further East of Judith’s place. It was in the same town where Elle’s father kept his fishing boat and also where the marina where my brother worked was located. I thought we could make it a journey by showing the kids where their other grandfather worked and for them to see one of their uncle’s. Hearing that we’d be doing some shopping won Elle over in spite of her not getting to do the weekly wash.
The first stop was at Judith’s. Nothing had changed. Clothes were literally stuffed into her cramped space. It was good to see her again but the shopping truly wasn’t a pleasant experience. Elle did see a dress that interested her but what she really wanted was new shorts and tops. Judith’s ”jumble“ just didn’t interest her. As we were leaving I told to put the dress aside and I’d get back to her in a few days. As always, she smiled as I walked out the door.
The next stop was the new store. I’m not sure of the name but it was like ”One Stop“ or something along those lines. As we approached it Elle saw something in the window and so did I. It was one of those old time stores with the door set back from the main sidewalk and display windows on both sides leading up to it. In a way it was deja-vu all over again, like when Elle had spotted her new bathing suit. She had her eyes on a cute short set. Walking up to the door I spied something that I liked... it was a little plastic sign sitting on the floor of the window display that read ”Modern Globe/Lollipop“. That sign, right on top of the discovery that the company was now making nylon satin panties, made my day. No longer would I have to think about driving some 60 miles to have access to them as they could be purchased less than 20 miles from home. The interior of the store was completely the opposite of Judith’s place. With about the same square footage, the clothes were displayed so that they could be seen and appreciated. If I were to guess it probably had about 1/3 of the merchandise that was stuffed into Judith’s.
I had the sense of deja-vu again when the lady told Elle they didn’t have the short set in her size. This time it was Elle who spoke up and asked her what the size of the outfit in the window was. This time the experience was completely different. The lady, with a smile on her face, went right out into the window space and brought the mannequin inside. I know Elle was holding her breath. She went to her knees and peeled the shorts off. While still on the floor she looked up at Elle and said ”size 10“. With that, I heard a little squeal from Elle.
While she was trying it on I got the attention of the clerk and asked if they had gotten in any of the nylon Lollipop panties. She hesitated and gave me a bit of a look before answering. She went towards the back of the store but I didn’t follow. She was back in less than a minute with a pair in her hand and gave it to me asking if this is what i was looking for. The feel was exquisite... a really nice nylon satin. I then asked her to put six pair aside and that when we were ready to leave to add them to the total but to give that package to me and to try and not let my wife see it. I remember her looking at me, then the kids and then towards the changing room. She really wasn’t sure what was going on.
When Elle walked out with the short set on I loved it immediately. Th top was really nothing more than a bra with red piping and embroidered flowers all across the front. The shorts fit her like they were poured on her. As soon as she turned around I could see the VPL and it was great. She thought the shorts might be a bit tight but I reminded her that that set was the only one that would come close to fitting her. She accepted my assessment and started looking at some sleeveless cotton tops. She looked so good in it I told her she should wear it out of the store. She shook her head in a negative fashion and told me it was for my eyes only.
I had to sweat getting the panties out of the store without Elle seeing them. Thankfully, Kaye was fussing by then and she had to pick her up and when she did the lady handed me the small package of panties. I snuggled it up next to the bag with Elle’s clothes, carefully keeping it right next to me. Even though it was a little early for lunch, we’d ”bribed“ the kids to be good by promising ice cream. It was a short walk to the luncheonette run by one of Elle’s high school classmates. After we ate we headed for the marina where my brother worked.
A while back I told of a visit from Elle’s college roommate and her husband and how he’d bought a sailboat and come up with a scheme to make money with it. In so doing, the company my brother worked for was supposed to handle the charters. Personally, I thought it was a bad idea and was curious to ask my brother how much success he’d had. What I got was a great big laugh out of him.. People who were interested in charters wanted a much bigger boat with amenities. This boat was but 22 feet with no provision for keeping food cold or for cooking it. Plus, there was no ”potty“. He told me that he’d rented out for day sailing but that was it. He looked at Elle and I and told us we should take it out. By then the kids had reached their ”limit“ and as much as I wanted to we had to head home. I told my brother we’d get back to him and probably do it.
To be continued...
Friday, January 10, 2014
GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 119k)
GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 119k)
It was least a half hour before Elle arrived. She was in her tennis clothes which meant I’d have an easy time to get a ”feel“. However, when I made the attempt she backed away. I knew I’d done nothing to upset her so took an aggressive position and straight out asked her what her problem was. She didn’t answer and I wanted to pursue it further. However, the kids were fussing because it was past their dinner time and she used that as an excuse. At that point I decided to back off and to changed my approach. I corralled the girls and helped them get washed up for supper and helped them set the table. As I remember it, the meal was pretty quiet. When we’d finished I helped clear the table and took the girls outside to play. I figured Elle would go upstairs and change into shorts. She didn’t. The girls were happily tumbling out on the lawn right off the patio and when Elle appeared her demeanor had changed. She sidled up to me and took one of my hands and placed it up under the back of her skirt. Her panties were dry but within seconds I felt just a bit of dampness which, of course, triggered a soft bulge. We stood there for a minute or two before she went out on the lawn to join the kids. As she walked away she told me she’d ”bring me up to date“ after the kids were in bed. I know I was smiling at that point and when she got to tumbling with them I got quite a few pleasurable ”free shows“.
While Elle was putting them to bed I took a seat on the screened in porch fantasizing on just what she was going to tell me. I won’t go into that here because I wasn’t even close. There was a lot of detail in what she ended up telling me and it came out so fast that there’s no way I remember all of it. I’m going to ”back up“ a bit here... Remember, I’d promised Elle that I wouldn’t bring Sandy and her ”problem“ up again. However, I'd been curious as to just when Sandy would come over to retrieve her shorts and panties from the back of the station wagon and to return Elle’s shorts and panties. But I was reluctant to ask Elle about it. I’d been tempted to check the station wagon but if Elle saw me I’d have to come up with an excuse why I was going into the back seat. Evidently, Sandy had called Elle to set up a tennis date and had told her she’d bring Elle’s shorts and panties with her. That had been that afternoon. When Sandy arrived she gave Elle her shorts back and, in giving them to her, asked if Elle had seen her (Sandy’s) shorts. Elle hadn’t and really hadn’t given it any thought. That’s when Sandy went to our station wagon and dug her things out from under the seat. Elle told me that Sandy had been somewhat embarrassed when giving Elle her shorts and panties back but when she pulled her own soiled shorts from our vehicle she was visibly upset. Elle said she tried to comfort her and that’s when they got down to ”girl talk“... and never did play tennis.
Back at the picnic Elle had admitted to Sandy of having a ”night time problem“ and occasional ”dribbling“ after using the toilet but nothing more. At the same time Sandy had told Elle that she also dribbled. Now, with Sandy holding the evidence of more than a dribble in her hand she broke down and admitted Elle that she had more of a problem than that. Elle didn’t want to go into details with me but I was able to find out that Sandy’s problem was called stress incontinence. In hearing that and thinking back to what had happened to her at the picnic... and even while playing Twister that night, it sort of made sense. She’d wet herself after sneezing multiple times and, at the party, from laughing really hard. It certainly wasn’t the same type that Elle suffered from. She’d been told hers was primarily from a small bladder due to scar tissue from having had a very serious bladder infection when she was young. But, her current gynecologist had told her that she had overflow incontinence. With her bladder having a limited capacity, it would often fill and not send the signal that it needed to be emptied. Elle would ”dribble“ a bit as a warning and then have to make a mad dash to find a toilet. In listening to Elle talk I remember thinking that Sandy’s type had the potential to be more embarrassing than Elle’s because it could happen at any time. At least Elle could somewhat manage hers by timing her bathroom visits. In any case I was, to be honest, fascinated in hearing about Sandy.
That was a lot more information than I’d expected but it didn’t end there. Elle went on to tell Sandy all about her ”problem“ and when she was done Elle said they were like sisters. They both agreed that ”dribbling“ was a daily annoyance and Sandy asked Elle about her two pair of panties solution. As I’ve explained, Elle usually used either two pair of Carters heavy cotton panties or just one pair along with a pair of nylon. Sandy told her that it sounded like a good idea but she hated cotton panties. She told Elle that before the picnic it had been a long time since she’d worn a pair. Elle then said something that piqued my interest. Sandy had said that if there was some way to have panties with a cotton crotch covered on both sides with nylon it might be a solution. With all the various types, styles and manufacturers of panties that I’d encountered I’d never seen anything like that... but it was an interesting idea.
The long and short of Elle and Sandy’s ”reveal“ to each other was that they wanted to get together more often. I, again, had to promise not to bring up her ”problem“ up and, more important, not to mention any of what she’d told me to anyone. In a way I felt somewhat guilty having the knowledge about Sandy. I was happy that Elle had shared it with me and wanted to do something to say thank you for trusting me. Unfortunately, it had been stressful for her to tell me so she was in no mood for any kind of "amour" that night. I had to settle for digesting all the information I’d gotten about Sandy. Even without a real "reward, I was very satisfied as I lay there in bed beside her.
To be continued...
It was least a half hour before Elle arrived. She was in her tennis clothes which meant I’d have an easy time to get a ”feel“. However, when I made the attempt she backed away. I knew I’d done nothing to upset her so took an aggressive position and straight out asked her what her problem was. She didn’t answer and I wanted to pursue it further. However, the kids were fussing because it was past their dinner time and she used that as an excuse. At that point I decided to back off and to changed my approach. I corralled the girls and helped them get washed up for supper and helped them set the table. As I remember it, the meal was pretty quiet. When we’d finished I helped clear the table and took the girls outside to play. I figured Elle would go upstairs and change into shorts. She didn’t. The girls were happily tumbling out on the lawn right off the patio and when Elle appeared her demeanor had changed. She sidled up to me and took one of my hands and placed it up under the back of her skirt. Her panties were dry but within seconds I felt just a bit of dampness which, of course, triggered a soft bulge. We stood there for a minute or two before she went out on the lawn to join the kids. As she walked away she told me she’d ”bring me up to date“ after the kids were in bed. I know I was smiling at that point and when she got to tumbling with them I got quite a few pleasurable ”free shows“.
While Elle was putting them to bed I took a seat on the screened in porch fantasizing on just what she was going to tell me. I won’t go into that here because I wasn’t even close. There was a lot of detail in what she ended up telling me and it came out so fast that there’s no way I remember all of it. I’m going to ”back up“ a bit here... Remember, I’d promised Elle that I wouldn’t bring Sandy and her ”problem“ up again. However, I'd been curious as to just when Sandy would come over to retrieve her shorts and panties from the back of the station wagon and to return Elle’s shorts and panties. But I was reluctant to ask Elle about it. I’d been tempted to check the station wagon but if Elle saw me I’d have to come up with an excuse why I was going into the back seat. Evidently, Sandy had called Elle to set up a tennis date and had told her she’d bring Elle’s shorts and panties with her. That had been that afternoon. When Sandy arrived she gave Elle her shorts back and, in giving them to her, asked if Elle had seen her (Sandy’s) shorts. Elle hadn’t and really hadn’t given it any thought. That’s when Sandy went to our station wagon and dug her things out from under the seat. Elle told me that Sandy had been somewhat embarrassed when giving Elle her shorts and panties back but when she pulled her own soiled shorts from our vehicle she was visibly upset. Elle said she tried to comfort her and that’s when they got down to ”girl talk“... and never did play tennis.
Back at the picnic Elle had admitted to Sandy of having a ”night time problem“ and occasional ”dribbling“ after using the toilet but nothing more. At the same time Sandy had told Elle that she also dribbled. Now, with Sandy holding the evidence of more than a dribble in her hand she broke down and admitted Elle that she had more of a problem than that. Elle didn’t want to go into details with me but I was able to find out that Sandy’s problem was called stress incontinence. In hearing that and thinking back to what had happened to her at the picnic... and even while playing Twister that night, it sort of made sense. She’d wet herself after sneezing multiple times and, at the party, from laughing really hard. It certainly wasn’t the same type that Elle suffered from. She’d been told hers was primarily from a small bladder due to scar tissue from having had a very serious bladder infection when she was young. But, her current gynecologist had told her that she had overflow incontinence. With her bladder having a limited capacity, it would often fill and not send the signal that it needed to be emptied. Elle would ”dribble“ a bit as a warning and then have to make a mad dash to find a toilet. In listening to Elle talk I remember thinking that Sandy’s type had the potential to be more embarrassing than Elle’s because it could happen at any time. At least Elle could somewhat manage hers by timing her bathroom visits. In any case I was, to be honest, fascinated in hearing about Sandy.
That was a lot more information than I’d expected but it didn’t end there. Elle went on to tell Sandy all about her ”problem“ and when she was done Elle said they were like sisters. They both agreed that ”dribbling“ was a daily annoyance and Sandy asked Elle about her two pair of panties solution. As I’ve explained, Elle usually used either two pair of Carters heavy cotton panties or just one pair along with a pair of nylon. Sandy told her that it sounded like a good idea but she hated cotton panties. She told Elle that before the picnic it had been a long time since she’d worn a pair. Elle then said something that piqued my interest. Sandy had said that if there was some way to have panties with a cotton crotch covered on both sides with nylon it might be a solution. With all the various types, styles and manufacturers of panties that I’d encountered I’d never seen anything like that... but it was an interesting idea.
The long and short of Elle and Sandy’s ”reveal“ to each other was that they wanted to get together more often. I, again, had to promise not to bring up her ”problem“ up and, more important, not to mention any of what she’d told me to anyone. In a way I felt somewhat guilty having the knowledge about Sandy. I was happy that Elle had shared it with me and wanted to do something to say thank you for trusting me. Unfortunately, it had been stressful for her to tell me so she was in no mood for any kind of "amour" that night. I had to settle for digesting all the information I’d gotten about Sandy. Even without a real "reward, I was very satisfied as I lay there in bed beside her.
To be continued...
Wednesday, January 08, 2014
GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 119j)
GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 119j)
When Elle and I’d gone to my grandfather’s house to decide on the dining room furniture there were a number other items at the house that the auction house had declared worthless and we got to go through them. There was an old Electrolux vacuum cleaner that I picked out. It still worked but the hose leaked and, supposedly, no parts were available for it. My guess was that it was at least 30 years old. I figured I could patch the hose and use it in the garage to get saw dust up and to do the car interiors. I hadn’t used it yet and was curious to see if it would work. I think I used a whole role of friction tape to mend the hose though. I started in the very back of the wagon and then moved to the foot wells in the front. It seemed to be doing the job which made me happy. By the time I got to the rear I could could hear the motor straining and there was a smell coming from it. I felt the canister it was pretty warm. I stopped to let it cool off. While it did I fooled around with it a bit and and found how to open the canister. That was the problem. It had been a long time since it had been emptied and the crap was just jammed inside. After emptying it the machine started right up and I headed for the back seat. By then I’d taken more time than I wanted so was only going to do a quick once over of the foot wells. I shoved the nozzle in and under the front seat when I heard the motor make a straining sound. When I pulled the nozzle back out there was something stuck to the end. I reached for it and found it to be damp. Once out in the open I saw that it was the shorts that Sandy had worn to the picnic... and there was a pair of panties rolled up inside of them.
My first reaction was to turn around to look at the house. A guilt complex, I guess. The wagon was parked where Elle could see it and I surely didn’t want her to see me with the shorts and especially the panty. If she’d been looking at that point in time she would’ve known something was up. I went right into the garage and spread the shorts on the hood of my car. As I did I remembered the night that Elle and I’d been at a party at Sandy’s neighbors and she’d wet herself while playing Twister. I’d actually seen her do it that time and I was mad that I’d missed all three times the day before. The wetness, because she’d rolled them up, had wicked throughout the material. But, as you probably already know, it wasn’t the shorts I was interested in. They were nylon, but the first thing I noticed was that they had a satin feel to them. The next was the waist elastic. There had only been two brands of panties that I’d seen with ”tube elastic“ where the elastic was encased by the material that the panties were made of. Seeing that, I spread them out over the shorts to seek out the label. VanRaalte and Kayser were the two I’d seen but when I turned the label over I was surprised (shocked) to see that they were made by Modern Globe, the manufacturer of Lollipop cotton panties. I immediately thought back to the Lollipop catalog that Ali had given me a while back and that I’d ordered from. There were no nylon panties shown or listed so I figured it had to be something new from them. I quickly remembered that Elle had, more or less, promised to go visit Ali’s store when it got closer to the beginning of school. Seeing these new panties from Lollipop was giving me an incentive to go visit her store as well.
It goes without saying that I gave Sandy’s panties a really close inspection. It seemed to me that the panties had been wet a few times before although I couldn’t be sure. They, like the shorts, were pretty much wet all over because of the way they’d been rolled up. Of course, I did have to take a sniff and that almost did me in. Because we’d been away all day Saturday, Elle was doing the laundry and walked past the open garage door with her wash basket just after I’d put the panties down. I tried to remember how they’d been rolled up and then put them back sort of where I’d found them. I can’t tell you how much I wanted to add them to my stash... but I knew Sandy would remember that she’d left them behind. There was no way for me to conjure up a reason for them to be missing.
It was one night that week that I had an opportunity to check under the seat and the shorts and panties were gone. As I’d promised Elle, I hadn’t brought Sandy and her ”problem“ up since she told me what had happened to her. Now I wanted to know when she’d come to pick them up but I didn’t know how to do it without breaking my promise. It was a strange set of circumstances that gave me the answer... and opened up a whole new stage of my panty passion.
I’ve mentioned that Elle and Sandy had gotten together a few Friday afternoons to play tennis. I’d wanted to see Sandy in a tennis outfit but the timing was never right. At the bank, Hobie was on vacation and a problem came up with a loan transaction between our bank and local bank in the town where I lived. It was something that would’ve been handled by him as the corporate Secretary. I was the Assistant Secretary and was empowered to sign on behalf of the bank so I was sent to resolve the situation. By the time I was done, around 5pm, it made no sense to drive all the way back to work only to turn right around to come home. Hoping that Elle and Sandy were at the school and playing tennis, I drove over there. It was obvious that they'd finished as I found the two of them sitting on the grass right next to the courts. Elle was surprised to see me. Iwas disappointed as I'd hoped to see them play for a bit which would've given me the opportunity for a few panty peeks. It only took a few seconds to see I’d interrupted a serious conversation. Elle looked up at me with a smile and told me that she’d be home shortly. I took the hint and headed home. With Elle wearing a tennis dress, I knew I'd have ready access to Elle's panties when she arrived.
To be continued...
When Elle and I’d gone to my grandfather’s house to decide on the dining room furniture there were a number other items at the house that the auction house had declared worthless and we got to go through them. There was an old Electrolux vacuum cleaner that I picked out. It still worked but the hose leaked and, supposedly, no parts were available for it. My guess was that it was at least 30 years old. I figured I could patch the hose and use it in the garage to get saw dust up and to do the car interiors. I hadn’t used it yet and was curious to see if it would work. I think I used a whole role of friction tape to mend the hose though. I started in the very back of the wagon and then moved to the foot wells in the front. It seemed to be doing the job which made me happy. By the time I got to the rear I could could hear the motor straining and there was a smell coming from it. I felt the canister it was pretty warm. I stopped to let it cool off. While it did I fooled around with it a bit and and found how to open the canister. That was the problem. It had been a long time since it had been emptied and the crap was just jammed inside. After emptying it the machine started right up and I headed for the back seat. By then I’d taken more time than I wanted so was only going to do a quick once over of the foot wells. I shoved the nozzle in and under the front seat when I heard the motor make a straining sound. When I pulled the nozzle back out there was something stuck to the end. I reached for it and found it to be damp. Once out in the open I saw that it was the shorts that Sandy had worn to the picnic... and there was a pair of panties rolled up inside of them.
My first reaction was to turn around to look at the house. A guilt complex, I guess. The wagon was parked where Elle could see it and I surely didn’t want her to see me with the shorts and especially the panty. If she’d been looking at that point in time she would’ve known something was up. I went right into the garage and spread the shorts on the hood of my car. As I did I remembered the night that Elle and I’d been at a party at Sandy’s neighbors and she’d wet herself while playing Twister. I’d actually seen her do it that time and I was mad that I’d missed all three times the day before. The wetness, because she’d rolled them up, had wicked throughout the material. But, as you probably already know, it wasn’t the shorts I was interested in. They were nylon, but the first thing I noticed was that they had a satin feel to them. The next was the waist elastic. There had only been two brands of panties that I’d seen with ”tube elastic“ where the elastic was encased by the material that the panties were made of. Seeing that, I spread them out over the shorts to seek out the label. VanRaalte and Kayser were the two I’d seen but when I turned the label over I was surprised (shocked) to see that they were made by Modern Globe, the manufacturer of Lollipop cotton panties. I immediately thought back to the Lollipop catalog that Ali had given me a while back and that I’d ordered from. There were no nylon panties shown or listed so I figured it had to be something new from them. I quickly remembered that Elle had, more or less, promised to go visit Ali’s store when it got closer to the beginning of school. Seeing these new panties from Lollipop was giving me an incentive to go visit her store as well.
It goes without saying that I gave Sandy’s panties a really close inspection. It seemed to me that the panties had been wet a few times before although I couldn’t be sure. They, like the shorts, were pretty much wet all over because of the way they’d been rolled up. Of course, I did have to take a sniff and that almost did me in. Because we’d been away all day Saturday, Elle was doing the laundry and walked past the open garage door with her wash basket just after I’d put the panties down. I tried to remember how they’d been rolled up and then put them back sort of where I’d found them. I can’t tell you how much I wanted to add them to my stash... but I knew Sandy would remember that she’d left them behind. There was no way for me to conjure up a reason for them to be missing.
It was one night that week that I had an opportunity to check under the seat and the shorts and panties were gone. As I’d promised Elle, I hadn’t brought Sandy and her ”problem“ up since she told me what had happened to her. Now I wanted to know when she’d come to pick them up but I didn’t know how to do it without breaking my promise. It was a strange set of circumstances that gave me the answer... and opened up a whole new stage of my panty passion.
I’ve mentioned that Elle and Sandy had gotten together a few Friday afternoons to play tennis. I’d wanted to see Sandy in a tennis outfit but the timing was never right. At the bank, Hobie was on vacation and a problem came up with a loan transaction between our bank and local bank in the town where I lived. It was something that would’ve been handled by him as the corporate Secretary. I was the Assistant Secretary and was empowered to sign on behalf of the bank so I was sent to resolve the situation. By the time I was done, around 5pm, it made no sense to drive all the way back to work only to turn right around to come home. Hoping that Elle and Sandy were at the school and playing tennis, I drove over there. It was obvious that they'd finished as I found the two of them sitting on the grass right next to the courts. Elle was surprised to see me. Iwas disappointed as I'd hoped to see them play for a bit which would've given me the opportunity for a few panty peeks. It only took a few seconds to see I’d interrupted a serious conversation. Elle looked up at me with a smile and told me that she’d be home shortly. I took the hint and headed home. With Elle wearing a tennis dress, I knew I'd have ready access to Elle's panties when she arrived.
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| As you can see, it was "ready access" |
To be continued...
Monday, January 06, 2014
GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 119i)
GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 119i)
The girls (Jean and Anne) ran down to the water to see Sandy and to plead for a ride while Elle and I loosened the straps that held our Sunfish on the trailer. It was the first time I’d been truly alone with Elle since we were back from the picnic. I wanted to hear her explanation as to why Sandy had been wearing her shorts since I’d noticed them on her and now, with the revelation by my daughter about Sandy’s ”mishap(s)“, I really wanted to know what happened. Elle tried to slough off my request but when I told of Jean’s ”tattling“ she looked at me with one of those faces that pretty much said ”OK... I give up“ and started in.
Long story short (and I know I’ve said that before...)... When we all first got to the picnic area we’d decided to give Sandy a tour of the place. While we were doing that she’d had a sneezing spell (that I was unaware of). After I’d gotten saddled with working at the Bar B Que pit they continued on. Sandy had another, worse, sneezing attack and that’s when she made the ”puddle“ that Jean had so eloquently emphasized to me. Elle, not fully believing me when I’d told her that the porta potty debacle from the prior year’s picnic had been solved, decided to bring along a spare pair of shorts and panties just in case. She left them in the station wagon hoping that she wouldn’t need them. Sandy was very embarrassed and Elle told her she had spare clothes in the vehicle and sent her out to the parking lot to change. When she returned she told Elle she had allergies but for some reason they were particularly bad that day. I also had bad allergies so I knew what it was like although I’d never wet myself. Over the years I traced mine to the pollen from oak trees. The only vegetation in the picnic area were clumps of scrub pine trees. They looked more like bushes than trees. By the time I saw Sandy in Elle's shorts over two hours had passed and she seemed to be OK. Then, when we took the kids for the last rides of the day, Sandy had another attack while riding the merry go round. Elle had told me she’d gone to use a porta potty but, embarrassed again, she’d returned to our area and waited for us to return. I, anxious to leave, hadn’t paid that much attention to her and hadn’t noticed that she was wet. Hearing Elle tell me about it I couldn’t help myself and a soft bulge started in my bathing suit.
By then the kids were clamoring for us to get the boat down to the water so the talk about Sandy ended. I remember being mad that I’d missed all three of Sandy’s accidents as we carried the boat to the water. I also remember Sandy standing by her boat and me visualizing her peeing like she must’ve done that morning. It was difficult to hide my bulge.
We had a thoroughly enjoyable afternoon sailing. The wind was perfect for Elle to skipper the boat without problems and we ended up taking Kaye for her first sail. As we were leaving some of my old racing friends stopped by and gave me a ribbing about the Sunfish. There were still six Comet class sailboats at the club and I did have a bit of remorse for having sold my boat. It was sitting there on the beach which didn’t help matters. One of the guys spent some time trying to persuade me to crew for him the next day but, somehow, I resisted. In leaving, Sandy mentioned that her husband would be at the club the next day and hoped that we’d be back. Before I could say anything Elle killed the idea saying we had too much work to do at home... which we did... but I would've liked to have come back.
I couldn’t wait to get the kids to bed that night. I wanted to continue on with Sandy and her ”accidents“. I had to really put pressure on Elle to even pick the subject up again. I made her a promise that if she did I wouldn’t bring it up again, ever. Even though some of her friends knew about her incontinence Elle was always reluctant to talk about it with them. What had happened back at the picnic was that Elle felt so badly for Sandy she half admitted that she had a problem too but it wasn’t until after Sandy had changed into Elle’s shorts. When Sandy returned she asked Elle why there had been two pair of panties rolled up in the shorts. Now it was Elle’s turn to be embarrassed. When she’d taken the panties out of her panty drawer she didn’t pay any attention to which ones she took and the cotton ones she chose were the ones she wore at night. When Sandy asked she remembered and immediately realized that they were probably very stained. At that point Elle wanted to stop talking about the situation but I kept on pressing her. She went on to tell Sandy that she had a night time problem ... and that she often ”dribbled“ after using the toilet... and that was why she had two pair of panties because she’d found that wearing the two of them seemed to handle that problem. Then it was Elle’s turn to be surprised because Sandy admitted to often having the same problem. With that Elle made a motion that she was sealing her lips, rolled over and away from me.
I had a lot to think about while going to sleep. Still mad that I’d missed Sandy’s ”problems“ at the picnic I lay there conjuring up thoughts of times to come that might lead to me witnessing some in the future. I made sure not to mention Sandy and the previous day focusing on the chores that needed to be done. One of them was to get all our things from the picnic out of the station wagon and put away. I also wanted to vacuum the floor pads. Elle had taken the kids to the beach a few times and all the sand from their feet was piling up. That annoyed me to no end with the station wagon being our ”good“ vehicle.
To be continued...
The girls (Jean and Anne) ran down to the water to see Sandy and to plead for a ride while Elle and I loosened the straps that held our Sunfish on the trailer. It was the first time I’d been truly alone with Elle since we were back from the picnic. I wanted to hear her explanation as to why Sandy had been wearing her shorts since I’d noticed them on her and now, with the revelation by my daughter about Sandy’s ”mishap(s)“, I really wanted to know what happened. Elle tried to slough off my request but when I told of Jean’s ”tattling“ she looked at me with one of those faces that pretty much said ”OK... I give up“ and started in.
Long story short (and I know I’ve said that before...)... When we all first got to the picnic area we’d decided to give Sandy a tour of the place. While we were doing that she’d had a sneezing spell (that I was unaware of). After I’d gotten saddled with working at the Bar B Que pit they continued on. Sandy had another, worse, sneezing attack and that’s when she made the ”puddle“ that Jean had so eloquently emphasized to me. Elle, not fully believing me when I’d told her that the porta potty debacle from the prior year’s picnic had been solved, decided to bring along a spare pair of shorts and panties just in case. She left them in the station wagon hoping that she wouldn’t need them. Sandy was very embarrassed and Elle told her she had spare clothes in the vehicle and sent her out to the parking lot to change. When she returned she told Elle she had allergies but for some reason they were particularly bad that day. I also had bad allergies so I knew what it was like although I’d never wet myself. Over the years I traced mine to the pollen from oak trees. The only vegetation in the picnic area were clumps of scrub pine trees. They looked more like bushes than trees. By the time I saw Sandy in Elle's shorts over two hours had passed and she seemed to be OK. Then, when we took the kids for the last rides of the day, Sandy had another attack while riding the merry go round. Elle had told me she’d gone to use a porta potty but, embarrassed again, she’d returned to our area and waited for us to return. I, anxious to leave, hadn’t paid that much attention to her and hadn’t noticed that she was wet. Hearing Elle tell me about it I couldn’t help myself and a soft bulge started in my bathing suit.
By then the kids were clamoring for us to get the boat down to the water so the talk about Sandy ended. I remember being mad that I’d missed all three of Sandy’s accidents as we carried the boat to the water. I also remember Sandy standing by her boat and me visualizing her peeing like she must’ve done that morning. It was difficult to hide my bulge.
We had a thoroughly enjoyable afternoon sailing. The wind was perfect for Elle to skipper the boat without problems and we ended up taking Kaye for her first sail. As we were leaving some of my old racing friends stopped by and gave me a ribbing about the Sunfish. There were still six Comet class sailboats at the club and I did have a bit of remorse for having sold my boat. It was sitting there on the beach which didn’t help matters. One of the guys spent some time trying to persuade me to crew for him the next day but, somehow, I resisted. In leaving, Sandy mentioned that her husband would be at the club the next day and hoped that we’d be back. Before I could say anything Elle killed the idea saying we had too much work to do at home... which we did... but I would've liked to have come back.
I couldn’t wait to get the kids to bed that night. I wanted to continue on with Sandy and her ”accidents“. I had to really put pressure on Elle to even pick the subject up again. I made her a promise that if she did I wouldn’t bring it up again, ever. Even though some of her friends knew about her incontinence Elle was always reluctant to talk about it with them. What had happened back at the picnic was that Elle felt so badly for Sandy she half admitted that she had a problem too but it wasn’t until after Sandy had changed into Elle’s shorts. When Sandy returned she asked Elle why there had been two pair of panties rolled up in the shorts. Now it was Elle’s turn to be embarrassed. When she’d taken the panties out of her panty drawer she didn’t pay any attention to which ones she took and the cotton ones she chose were the ones she wore at night. When Sandy asked she remembered and immediately realized that they were probably very stained. At that point Elle wanted to stop talking about the situation but I kept on pressing her. She went on to tell Sandy that she had a night time problem ... and that she often ”dribbled“ after using the toilet... and that was why she had two pair of panties because she’d found that wearing the two of them seemed to handle that problem. Then it was Elle’s turn to be surprised because Sandy admitted to often having the same problem. With that Elle made a motion that she was sealing her lips, rolled over and away from me.
I had a lot to think about while going to sleep. Still mad that I’d missed Sandy’s ”problems“ at the picnic I lay there conjuring up thoughts of times to come that might lead to me witnessing some in the future. I made sure not to mention Sandy and the previous day focusing on the chores that needed to be done. One of them was to get all our things from the picnic out of the station wagon and put away. I also wanted to vacuum the floor pads. Elle had taken the kids to the beach a few times and all the sand from their feet was piling up. That annoyed me to no end with the station wagon being our ”good“ vehicle.
To be continued...
Friday, January 03, 2014
GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 119h)
GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 119h)
My euphoria was short lived as Elle and the mother of the little boy both appeared with their food and a plate for Sandy. When Sandy stood up I noticed that she wasn’t wearing the shorts she’d had on when we arrived. It took me a few seconds before I recognized that they were Elle’s. They were part of a two piece short set that my mother had gotten her after Anne was born but too many spit ups had ruined the top and she’d kept the shorts to do yard work. When Sandy and the other woman were chatting I leaned over to ask Elle what the story was with the shorts. She gave me a “look”, made a motion across her lips and mouthed “SHUT UP!” without making a sound. Then Elle asked me if I wanted her to go get my food. I told her that standing over smoking chickens for almost two hours had taken all my desire for food away. By the time they had finished eating I was ready to leave. I wanted a shower to get that smell of Bar B Que chicken off of me. However, Elle had promised the kids another round of rides and she wanted me to take the baby on the merry go round for her first ride. I knew the sooner we did it the sooner we’d get home so off we went.
The older girls were big enough to ride the horse that went up and down (on the merry go round) by themselves. We decided that I’d place Kay on a stationary horse and hold her during the ride. Few wanted that type horse so I had my choice of where to place Kaye. Elle, Sandy and the girls ended up on the other side of the carousel. I think because Bret saw me on the ride he made it an extra long one and by the time it stopped it was me who was dizzy. When I got off I had to go find Elle and the girls. When I caught up with them Sandy was missing. Elle said she had gone to use a porta potty and would meet us at the train ride.
The lines for the train were painfully long. It wasn’t so much that it was popular (it was) but the fact that only 30 people could ride at one time as opposed to the merry go round which could hold a lot more. When we finally were able to get on board there were only four seats left. Elle insisted that I go on the ride and hold Kaye in my lap. At 6’1“, trying to fit my legs in the allotted space was a job in itself. Even a contortionist my size probably would’ve had a problem. I survived... but barely. My back, which I’d hurt back in my horse training days, wasn’t in great shape by the time it was over. However, the baby really enjoyed the ride, especially when the ”engineer“ blew the whistle.
Sandy never returned and when we got back to our things we saw her sitting in her chair with her feet and legs out in front of her and her hands folded in her lap. She wasn’t the same Sandy we’d seen earlier, much more somber. I asked if she was OK and she said she was but something had changed. Anxious to leave, I didn't dwell on it and started collecting the kids toys and folding up the chairs. Elle started picking up the beach towels and blankets we’d laid out on the ground. Knowing that the station wagon would be hot I headed for the parking lot to open it up and air it out. I didn’t wait for the others. Station wagons in that period of time had roll down back windows. I rolled it down and just dumped our stuff in the back. By the time I had all the doors open the others were putting the rest of the things in the back as well. I got in and started the engine not paying much attention to the others.
We were halfway home before anyone spoke up. To make conversation, Elle asked Sandy what she was going to do the rest of the afternoon. When she answered and said she thought she’d go over to the sailing club and go for a sail that got my older girls attention. They both shouted out that they wanted to go with her. We didn’t go much further before I knew what my afternoon was going to be like.
We dropped Sandy off at her house and told her we’d meet her at the sailing club. As soon as we pulled up to our garage Elle and the kids got out and ran up to the house to change into their bathing suits. I backed my car out of the garage and backed it up to the Sunfish trailer. I’d just finished attaching the safety chains when Jean was back and in her bathing suit. Now, there was one thing that really annoyed me about her. She was a tattler, always pointing out when someone else, (mostly her sister, Anne) did something wrong. It was obvious she had something to tell me and I really didn’t want to hear it. At that point I just wanted to get out of my smelly clothes. But she was insistent that she tell her tale.
”Aunt Sandy wet her pants today... twice.“ I‘d started towards the house but stopped when I heard that. I asked her if she was positive and her answer was, for sure, a confirmation when she said that she’d made a puddle. As you probably already know, that bit of information excited me... but I wanted this to be a teaching experience for Jean. I stopped and squatted down in front of her. I looked right in her eyes and asked her how she would feel if she had an ”accident“ and I started telling people about it. She didn’t say anything but looked away from me. I waited before saying anything else and then it was to say that I didn’t want her tattling on anybody, anymore and if she did I was going to be really mad. I had to physically turn her head to get her to look at me and to say that she understood. I just hoped she did.
We were on our way in about 15 minutes. Sandy was already at the club when we arrived and was in the process of raising the sails on her boat. It was the first time I'd seen her in a bathing suit and I was impressed. It was a one piece suit with a flowered motif and it showed her "curves" way better than when she was wearing a blouse and shorts. I had to watch myself from staring at her. Seeing her that way and knowing that she'd wet herself earlier was a deadly combination.
To be continued...
My euphoria was short lived as Elle and the mother of the little boy both appeared with their food and a plate for Sandy. When Sandy stood up I noticed that she wasn’t wearing the shorts she’d had on when we arrived. It took me a few seconds before I recognized that they were Elle’s. They were part of a two piece short set that my mother had gotten her after Anne was born but too many spit ups had ruined the top and she’d kept the shorts to do yard work. When Sandy and the other woman were chatting I leaned over to ask Elle what the story was with the shorts. She gave me a “look”, made a motion across her lips and mouthed “SHUT UP!” without making a sound. Then Elle asked me if I wanted her to go get my food. I told her that standing over smoking chickens for almost two hours had taken all my desire for food away. By the time they had finished eating I was ready to leave. I wanted a shower to get that smell of Bar B Que chicken off of me. However, Elle had promised the kids another round of rides and she wanted me to take the baby on the merry go round for her first ride. I knew the sooner we did it the sooner we’d get home so off we went.
The older girls were big enough to ride the horse that went up and down (on the merry go round) by themselves. We decided that I’d place Kay on a stationary horse and hold her during the ride. Few wanted that type horse so I had my choice of where to place Kaye. Elle, Sandy and the girls ended up on the other side of the carousel. I think because Bret saw me on the ride he made it an extra long one and by the time it stopped it was me who was dizzy. When I got off I had to go find Elle and the girls. When I caught up with them Sandy was missing. Elle said she had gone to use a porta potty and would meet us at the train ride.
The lines for the train were painfully long. It wasn’t so much that it was popular (it was) but the fact that only 30 people could ride at one time as opposed to the merry go round which could hold a lot more. When we finally were able to get on board there were only four seats left. Elle insisted that I go on the ride and hold Kaye in my lap. At 6’1“, trying to fit my legs in the allotted space was a job in itself. Even a contortionist my size probably would’ve had a problem. I survived... but barely. My back, which I’d hurt back in my horse training days, wasn’t in great shape by the time it was over. However, the baby really enjoyed the ride, especially when the ”engineer“ blew the whistle.
Sandy never returned and when we got back to our things we saw her sitting in her chair with her feet and legs out in front of her and her hands folded in her lap. She wasn’t the same Sandy we’d seen earlier, much more somber. I asked if she was OK and she said she was but something had changed. Anxious to leave, I didn't dwell on it and started collecting the kids toys and folding up the chairs. Elle started picking up the beach towels and blankets we’d laid out on the ground. Knowing that the station wagon would be hot I headed for the parking lot to open it up and air it out. I didn’t wait for the others. Station wagons in that period of time had roll down back windows. I rolled it down and just dumped our stuff in the back. By the time I had all the doors open the others were putting the rest of the things in the back as well. I got in and started the engine not paying much attention to the others.
We were halfway home before anyone spoke up. To make conversation, Elle asked Sandy what she was going to do the rest of the afternoon. When she answered and said she thought she’d go over to the sailing club and go for a sail that got my older girls attention. They both shouted out that they wanted to go with her. We didn’t go much further before I knew what my afternoon was going to be like.
We dropped Sandy off at her house and told her we’d meet her at the sailing club. As soon as we pulled up to our garage Elle and the kids got out and ran up to the house to change into their bathing suits. I backed my car out of the garage and backed it up to the Sunfish trailer. I’d just finished attaching the safety chains when Jean was back and in her bathing suit. Now, there was one thing that really annoyed me about her. She was a tattler, always pointing out when someone else, (mostly her sister, Anne) did something wrong. It was obvious she had something to tell me and I really didn’t want to hear it. At that point I just wanted to get out of my smelly clothes. But she was insistent that she tell her tale.
”Aunt Sandy wet her pants today... twice.“ I‘d started towards the house but stopped when I heard that. I asked her if she was positive and her answer was, for sure, a confirmation when she said that she’d made a puddle. As you probably already know, that bit of information excited me... but I wanted this to be a teaching experience for Jean. I stopped and squatted down in front of her. I looked right in her eyes and asked her how she would feel if she had an ”accident“ and I started telling people about it. She didn’t say anything but looked away from me. I waited before saying anything else and then it was to say that I didn’t want her tattling on anybody, anymore and if she did I was going to be really mad. I had to physically turn her head to get her to look at me and to say that she understood. I just hoped she did.
We were on our way in about 15 minutes. Sandy was already at the club when we arrived and was in the process of raising the sails on her boat. It was the first time I'd seen her in a bathing suit and I was impressed. It was a one piece suit with a flowered motif and it showed her "curves" way better than when she was wearing a blouse and shorts. I had to watch myself from staring at her. Seeing her that way and knowing that she'd wet herself earlier was a deadly combination.
To be continued...
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