A Heads Up...

To all that take the time to read this tome... I'll be away for  a short while. My wife's college roommate (4 years) died in her sleep Thursday night. The funeral is on Monday and we're flying out to Seattle in a short while. I'm not sure when I'll be able to resume posting as I'm leaving with a lot of things up in the air (month end). In any case, I WILL return!

WINTER DOLDRUMS... February (Part 126e)

WINTER DOLDRUMS... February (Part 126e)

When we pulled into the academy parking lot we were early enough to find a space right in front. The bulk of the parking spaces were out behind the building and ingress and egress was difficult. I remembered back to the grand opening and it took almost a half hour to get off the property. Our plan was to experience the clinic, watch the exhibition between the two girls and be on our way home, trying to salvage some daylight in the process. I quickly found Shelly and introduced her to Sandy and Johnnie. Seeing us dressed in tennis clothes she smiled and said it was a wise decision pointing to all the people headed for the locker rooms. She gave us one bit of surprising news. She told us that she always tried to split up husbands and wives in theses sort of affairs saying that there should only be one ”coach“ and that should be the person running the clinic. She had a bit of a smile when she said it. Then she told Sandy and I to head for court one where we’d be working with a girl named Kerry. It didn’t bother me but it seemed like Sandy was a bit upset. Elle and Johnnie were sent to court three to work with a girl named Karen.

I remember standing there waiting with trepidation as I watched the others in our group file in. Mostly middle aged women, I did see one with a very short dress on that I decided would be my ”target“ for watching. A cute dark haired girl appeared from the other side of the court and she introduced herself saying that there would be two parts to the clinic. The first was to be her demonstrating various type shots and then the participants would get a chance to try the same shot. That would last approximately an hour and a half, give or take. The second part was to be the participants hitting balls to her and then returning them. It sounded good to me... until she started. It was obvious that I was definitely out of my element.

I’m sure that, inwardly, Kerry was laughing during my turn. She started with the serve. She was wearing a white dress with lace appliques on it. It didn’t look all that short when she was just standing there but when she tossed the ball up in the air and went to swing at it I was amazed at how much of her panties (fancy) showed. There were a few participants ahead of me that seemed to know what they were doing. When it was my turn the only thing that I did right was to have worn ”tennis whites”. After my turn I rotated to the rear of the group, trying to hide. I watched Sandy and, although not as good as the others that had preceded us, didn’t embarrass herself. The last to go was the woman I’d noted earlier with the really short dress. She had my attention because of the dress but quickly showed that she was as inept as I was as far as the tennis was concerned. Weirdly, that made me feel better. But the attention getter was when she tossed a ball in the air to hit it for her serve and missed it completely. When she went to pick it up she bent over at the waist and exposed her whole backside. I know my eyes bugged out of my head. I’d been hoping for a “peek” but I got a full blown “look”. The two definite crotch lines was the real attention getter for me, enough for me to feel a “stirring“. Now the woman had a two fold interest for me.

Our group had no interaction with the other group at all. Because people were gathering for the exhibition I couldn’t even see that court. I survived the next two parts, forehand and backhand, and felt a little better about myself. I actually still remember some of what Kerry had demonstrated. She actually came out onto the court and not only stood behind me but she came right up into my back and took my arm to show me how I should get ready for an oncoming ball and then how to hit it... turn, step in, follow the ball to the racquet, swing and follow through. That was a thrill in itself.

When that part was over we were told that we would all get a chance to hit balls with her. Our ”job“ was to hit the ball back to her and if we did we could continue to do it up to a dozen ”hits“. The lady with the short dress was first and, as I remember it, didn’t even get her first ball over the net. She was then asked to be the ”ball girl“ and to collect the balls that the participants hit into the net or right on past Kerry. I swear that for the next ten or so minutes my eyes never left her. It was a voyeur’s delight. When my turn came Kerry reminded me of all the things I had to do with each ball she returned to me... ”turn, step in, eye on the ball, swing and follow through“. I was so nervous, with so many people watching me, that I don’t remember how many times I was successful. Because there were so many ”good“ players there that were able to keep the ball in play, the half hour passed quickly and I never got another chance. There was a half hour ”break“ for the girls to take a rest before actually playing. I caught up with Elle but she wasn't smiling as she approached which was not a good sign. She didn’t stay long and headed straight for the locker room. I lost track of Sandy and never dis see Johnnie. The lobby area was crawling with activity as I withed for Elle.

When she reappeared I asked if she was OK and I didn't get an answer. Those of us who were the 9am participants were told to go on into to the main court and takes seats. There were four rows of bleacher type seats on each side of the court and we could sit wherever we chose to. Then another group came and joined us, filling up most of the seats. I figured they were the next group for the clinic. Johnnie and Sandy came in with the last group and I wondered what had happened to them. We’d tried to save seats for them but the people around us kept squeezing over into the space we were trying to save. I saw Johnnie standing at the end of the seats on the opposite side from us but couldn’t find where Sandy was. Once the girls came onto the court to warm up I forgot about her and concentrated on them. Being among the first to get to the seats Elle wanted to sit in the middle. I would’ve chosen one end or the other (and you probably know why.)

After the warm-ups were over, Shelly came out and gave the audience the girl's backgrounds. They were both from Australia and here in the States to hone their skills at the academy. Both had played in numerous tournaments even though Kerry was only 19 years old and Karen was 21. Karen was tall... very tall, while Kerry seemed small in comparison. I give them both credit for being somewhat cute, especially Kerry. They had been doubles partners going back to when they were both in their mid teens and were preparing to do a lot of touring during the upcoming season playing both singles and doubles.

I have to admit that I was impressed with just how good they were. It only took a few minutes for me to concentrate on the tennis and not the girl’s backsides. I did get a few good peeks when they would make a diving stab at a ball but nothing really exciting. Kerry’s dress allowed a pretty good ”view“ but Karen’s didn’t ride up all that much. The exhibition lasted for about forty five minutes. Elle and I had hoped that they would stick around after the match but they had to eat and get ready for the next clinic. As we were leaving courtside I told Elle that I was finally getting interested about playing tennis. That drew a good smile from her.
         

Karen Krantczke

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Kerry Melville

To be continued...

WINTER DOLDRUMS... February (Part 126d)

WINTER DOLDRUMS... February (Part 126d)

I was with Big ”B“, working on the racecar motor, when Johnnie had called with a suggestion to consider. He told Elle that he was concerned about Sandy’s ability to be up and organized by 6:30am, the time I’d told him was the latest we could leave to be assured we’d make it on time for the clinic. He asked if we’d be willing to leave on Tuesday evening and then stay at his parents home overnight. He told her that it was less than a half hour from their house to the tennis academy. Elle didn’t know what to tell him but said that she was all for it. When she told me about the call I thought it was a great idea and called to confirm it. As you probably have guessed, I was thinking that it would be nice to stay any place Sandy was staying.

We left after eating supper that Tuesday. Because of the late hour there was little traffic and we made it to Johnnie’s family home in less than two hours even though it was a further distance than to the academy. The only thing I knew about Forest Hills was that it was where they played the US Open tennis championships. Being dark it was hard to see the types of homes but I followed Johnnie’s directions. Arriving, I could see the homes were close together in what is generally known as the Tudor style. His mother greeted us at the door and once inside I got a much better feel for the area. These people were rich! There was nothing that could even be considered modest. Dark wood, silver pieces and crystal everywhere. When we were introduced to Johnnie’s father he was in his library... three walls of books, almost floor to ceiling. We learned he was a corporate attorney in the city, which explained the source of the "money". The mother was a little haughty, but still nice. She insisted that we have coffee and dessert and it was served on china plates. I think I’d eaten on real ”china” maybe two or three times in my life. After that we got a tour of the house. Three stories with five bedrooms. It was explained that Johnnie had two siblings, a sister and brother, who no longer lived at home. She made a point of teasing Johnnie as being a “caboose”, more that ten years younger than the next youngest. She insisted that Elle and I get the “guest room” which was at least 15’ by 18’. It was immense. All the furniture were antiques and she had to tell the story about some of it. Johnnie finally shut her up saying that we had to get up early to be on our way to the academy by 8am and it was now approaching 11pm.

Johnnie and Sandy were sleeping in his old room “for old times sake”, which was on the other side of the hall and right across from the bathroom. Once that was established I started trying to figure a way to get a sneak peek of Sandy in her night gown or whatever it was that she slept in. I knew that with Elle there with me it might be impossible but I was being an optimist. Sandy insisted that we use the bathroom first. When Elle came back she was shaking her head saying that it was the biggest bathroom she’d ever seen in a house and that the towels were the softest she’d ever felt. As I headed that way I saw Sandy rushing across the hall. She saw me and half shouted “Emergency!” and disappeared into the bathroom. I started back to the bedroom but changed my mind. I decided to play the “emergency” card myself just to see her when she emerged from inside. I don’t remember how long it was but Elle came out in the hall to see if I was OK. I finally went up to the door, knocked and asked if there was another bathroom I could use as I also had an “emergency”. She said she’d only be a minute and when she did come out she had a small towel a around her waist. She was still wearing her blouse though. When she saw me she tried to turn around as if to back into her room but she couldn’t turn the doorknob with her free hand and had to turn her body.

I would’ve much preferred to see her in panties but I have to admit seeing a cute young woman’s bare butt did arouse my libido. Once she got the door open she never looked back. In a way I was glad because it only took a brief second for my member to be at full attention. Once inside I checked out the towels and Elle was right... unbelievably soft. I decided to take a shower to save time in the morning. Johnnie had warned both Elle and I that Sandy was a “dawdler“ and that had been the primary reasons for leaving home that night. I pulled back the shower curtain and turned on the water. I wasn’t paying attention because I knew I had to wait for the water to get warm before turning the shower. But, the water running in the tub sounded like the tub was filling. I looked and saw something over the drain. I reached in and pulled out a wet mass of white material. It only took a few seconds to realize they were panties and had to be either Elle’s or Sandy’s. Thinking about it for another few seconds I decided they had to belong to Sandy so took a look at the label... Modern Globe, size 4. Bingo! They were a pair that Elle and I had modified to become ”dribble“ panties for her and, even though they were wet from the water from the faucet, a quick sniff told me that she’d peed in them.

As I showered I had to fight off the urge to masturbate. Actually, I was mad at myself for not seeing the panties before turning the water on. Thinking back on the whole scenario, Sandy had given me the warning ”Emergency!“. Knowing her, I should’ve given some thought to what it meant and that she might’ve ”missed“... but I didn’t. Then, catching a peek at her bare behind, I’d lost any of those thoughts that I might’ve had. Even after toweling off I still had a soft erection. I ended up taking a wash cloth, running it under the cold water and then wrapping it around the ”big boy“. That did it. Elle wanted to know what had taken me so long. I remember making up some sort of excuse. She showed some disbelief when she heard it but, fortunately, she was tired and turned off the light.

I'd contacted Shelly, the manager at the tennis academy, and asked her if it would be better to arrive in the morning with our tennis clothes already on. She said it was probably a good idea because there would be a lot of people in the locker rooms. For Christmas, Elle had bought me tennis clothes that actually fit me and were in style so I wasn't going to be embarrassed. I tried to persuade Elle to wear a dress rather than a separate skirt and top . I told her that both the Australian girls usually wore dresses. I didn’t know that as a fact but had seen a picture of one of them in the newspaper and she was wearing one. However, she chose to bring her pleated skirt because it was a bit longer than the hem of her dress. I was, of course, disappointed.

To be continued...    

WINTER DOLDRUMS... February (Part 126c)

WINTER DOLDRUMS... February (Part 126c)

The Board of Trustee meetings were usually the third Wednesday of the month. The only time I attended was to fill in as corporate secretary to record the minutes when Hobie was away. However, soon after the meeting was convened I got a call to be ready to meet with the Board. The question was, for what reason? Had I done something wrong? I fretted, wondering why I was to be called in. I was in quite a mental state when Trish gave me the word to head upstairs.

I barely knew the men who made up the Board. I’d filled in for Hobie a few times but I was always at the table when the Board member arrived. This was different. I knocked on the door and walked in. Now, I was ”on display“ as fourteen pairs of eyes were focused on me. The chairman called me to the head of the table and introduced me. I was sweating, profusely. Then I was asked to give my opinion on the methodology of having an outside service bureau handle our transactions. Talk about a blind-side! I remember thinking that if I’d been given some warning I could’ve had some empirical data to support what I was going to say. Being nervous didn’t help. Long story short, I was told to have a detailed report for the next meeting and was dismissed. However, before I reached the door the president called me back. He said that some of the Board members were concerned about the way the tellers were dressed, primarily with the short skirts and dresses. He wanted me to do a survey of other like banks to see if they had addressed that situation. Then one of the older men spoke out saying that it was ”shameful“ the way some of them were dressed and that we should require the hems of dresses to be below the knee. Another Board member, an attorney, stated that could lead to a law suit and cited some recent cases from in the city. The old geezer snapped back that we weren’t in the city but were in the country. At that point the president told me that I had my assignments and waved me to leave. It was certainly an interesting exchange that I’d witnessed!

One of Jean’s new friends at school had an older brother who was on the JV basketball team. When she heard me talk about possibly going to the game that Friday night she insisted that she be able to go as well so she could see him play. The only time we’d taken the older girls to a game they almost had to be dragged so this was something new. Then Elle added a little ”fuel to the fire“ by saying that Susan, our sometimes baby sitter, was a cheerleader. That made it impossible to say ”No“ so we dropped Kaye at Elle's parents and then headed for the game. Being a Friday night, the JV played the first game and they were warming up when we arrived. Sandy was in her usual place, right behind the bench, so we gravitated to that area. When Jean saw the boy on the court she became real animated, jumping up and down like she’d just won something. The game results were the same with the team falling behind right from the beginning. It was fun watching Jean every time the boy had his hands on the ball as she would bounce up and down in her seat. I tried to find something else to look at other than Sandy, not wanting to embarrass her, but without success. The first time our eyes met I swear I saw her cheeks flush. At the end of the game I went to talk with Jonesie, the carpenter who was at each and every game and who had been on the ill fated team that Johnnie had put together, just to avoid Sandy. I knew when it came time to go to the tennis clinic that our interaction couldn’t be avoided but that was a few days away.

Once the JV game was over the varsity boys and cheerleaders came out onto the court. I didn’t know this one girl who seemed oblivious to the fact that as she did her stretching she was giving a fantastic view of her backside. The uniform panties they wore were of a gold satin and when she bent over they were nice and tight and they pulled up exposing her white panties around the leg openings.
                         

This isn't the girl but is an example of what I witnessed.

I made a point of watching her for the opening exercises but it was Susan who gave me the actual ”thrill“ of the night.

Back in those days the cheerleaders were not gymnasts, doing mostly cartwheels, jumps, some simple tumbling and splits. When Susan ran across the floor, did a cartwheel into an ending split, I saw a little white around the leg openings of the gold uniform panties like with the other girl only this was for only a split second. At first I thought I might’ve imagined it but when she took her place on the bench right in front of us I got confirmation. Both Jean and Anne called out to her and when she turned to look at them the skirt of the uniform didn’t move when she did. I was less than six feet away from her and I had at least a four inch peek along her hip and it was for almost a minute as she chatted with the girls. The fact that I pretty much knew who made the panties she was wearing made it even even better.

The varsity game had started when Johnnie joined us. I got his attention so that I could tell him I’d drive to the tennis academy on Wednesday. He asked what time they should be ready and when I told him we’d be leaving about 6:30am his eyes sort of bugged out of his head. His retort to that was something along the lines of ”Do you know what time I’ll have to get Sandy up to be ready at that time?“ All I could do was smile. I reminded him that with early morning traffic it would take at least two hours and he acknowledged that with a smile. Elle, the kids and I left at halftime because it was way past their bedtime. We tried to adhere to the same schedule for them, school nights or not. On the way home I was pleased with myself that I’d managed not to engage Sandy in any way other than to say ”Hi!“ when we got there and ”Bye.“ when we left. I wondered what it would be like on Wednesday. 

To be continued...

WINTER DOLDRUMS ... February (Part 126b)

WINTER DOLDRUMS... February (Part 126b)

It was early in the month when Elle got a phone call from Liz, the wife of my boarding school friend, Fred. They’d corresponded a few times since they moved to Connecticut where Fred had started up a new business. The call was to offer us the opportunity to attend a tennis clinic at the new tennis academy that her sister managed. We’d attended the grand opening and, actually, it was the last time we’d seen Liz and Fred. The clinic was being conducted by the two Australian girls we’d met at the opening and who were training at the facility. There was no hesitation by Elle to accept but she did something that was a bit bold for her. She asked if she/we could bring friends. She didn’t realize that it was a fund raising affair and that you had to pay to attend. With Shelly being Liz’s sister, Liz and Fred had been invited as guests and were passing that on to Elle and I. After a “pregnant pause”, Liz said that she’d try to make arrangements.

Naturally, Elle was excited as just about anything to do with tennis did. However, she never even thought about getting the pertinent information like the date and time that the clinic was to be held. It wasn’t too much later when the phone rang and this time it was Shelly, Liz’s sister. She explained the protocol and said that if we could make a “donation“ she’d arrange it. Elle had answered the phone and with the excitement of getting good news about Sandy and Johnnie being able to be a part of it she almost hung up without getting the date and time, again. I was able to grab the phone before she did and talked with Shelly myself. The date was President’s day which meant that the banks and schools would be closed so it meant we could go without taking time off. But, what was even more important was that the girls would be giving three separate clinics with three different start times. The first was at 9am and, because we were late in getting the reservation, we’d have to be in that one. I also found out that the girls would play a 45 minute exhibition match after that first clinic. Elle had gotten none of that information. After I hung up Elle called Sandy with the news. As I remember it,  Presidents' day was still two weeks away so there was some time to wait.

By the first of February, Big ”B“ had Jon’s (the milkman) parents Summer home garage all fitted out with a pot bellied stove so we could work on the racecar and have a little warmth. To get permission to use it he’d agreed to be sort of a caretaker for the property by walking around both the outside and inside of the house once a week. Sunday afternoons worked for everybody, Elle included as I promised to be home by 6pm. By mid February we were ready to put the motor back together. ”B“ was anxious to get it done and into the car so he could hear it run. However, putting a motor together takes far longer than tearing one down. I don’t remember exactly why but I didn’t want to work on the motor that one day. ”B“ asked if I’d ever been inside the house and when I said I hadn’t he told me to follow him as he did his rounds. It was a big house, especially for a Summer home. As I remember it there were five bedrooms. It had no heat and the water was turned off for the Winter. Walking around, it had a musty smell. ”B“ told me that the previous Winter there had been signs that an intruder had been inside even though there was no obvious indications of a break-in. All in all, it was pretty spartan. ”B“ explained that even though Jon’s parents owned it, all sorts of relatives used it, coming and going all Summer. I have to admit, it was rather "creepy” walking through an empty, cold house with white sheets covering all the furniture. I was glad to leave.

At work, preparation were being made for Cassie’s leaving. Her wedding was in early March and she wanted a week off to prepare. I ended up interviewing three people to fill the opening and was impressed with all three. I wanted Cassie’s replacement to have at least two weeks of training so that her leaving would prove to be seamless. I ended up hiring Donna, a tall, fairly good looking girl who had a personality that I thought would be perfect for the teller line. The bank had been lucky in that the turn-over of tellers was below the industry average. Donna did a good job of “selling” me on her intention of staying so I was looking forward to her getting started. The sad part was telling the other two they hadn’t been selected.

Early in the month I attended two presentations for using a service bureau to do our transaction processing. It was hard to grasp the concept of information being carried over the telephone lines. I saw two separate demonstrations and it truly was impressive. When I reported back to Hobie with not only my observations but also the cost I thought he was going to choke. We would have to buy all new, special, teller machines to be able to transmit the information and they weren’t cheap. Plus we’d be charged a small fee for each account and each transmission. I remember thinking that it was only a matter of time before our bookkeeping machine was going to quit for good and that would truly be a disaster. We had no back-up or contingency plan and had lucked out the last time it conked out. But all I was was the messenger.

I, reluctantly, attended the monthly “group” party. They had decided to skip January what with all the seasonal parties that had taken place and felt we needed a rest. Pat, the PTA lady, was in good form, trying to rally the group to take advantage of the new adult education courses that she’d been instrumental in getting approval for. They were being offered two nights a week at the school. She’d planted the “seed” in Jon’s head and he’d been able to get the concept approved by the school board. Now, what was needed was to have the public take advantage of them. By the time she was through she had seven of us promise to participate once they started. Actually, it was more of a meeting than a party. The only “exciting” thing, for me, was to get a couple of really good looks up Ginger’s skirt. She was always good for at least one good “peek”. What I remember most was that she’d lost some weight and actually looked pretty. Before the party/meeting broke up Elle and I'd been “selected“ to host the next gathering, not something I was looking forward to.

So... as you can see, things were pretty slow... a typical February. The only thing to look forward to was the tennis clinic on Presidents’ day... and, to me, that wasn’t all that exciting.

To be continued...

WINTER DOLDRUMS... February (Part 126a)

WINTER DOLDRUMS... February (Part 126a)

Sometime in late January I ran into Johnny at the post office. I’d tried to avoid both he and Sandy after the little “discussion“ I’d had with her and, in so doing, hadn’t gone to but one of his junior varsity basketball games. He reminded me about the promise I’d made to attend more gamesso, somewhat cornered, told him I’d be at the next one which was the following Tuesday. The way the home schedule worked was to have the varsity play the first game at around 3:30pm when they played a on a Tuesday with JV game to follow. On a Friday the games were at night and it was reversed. I left work early (for me) at 5pm hoping to see most of the JV game. When I arrived at the gymnasium the game had started. I watched from the doorway for a while hoping that Sandy wouldn’t see me. But... during a time out, she spied me and waved me down to where she was sitting, right behind the team bench. I’d noticed that she hadn’t been her usually ”bouncy“ self (she was always up and down in her seat exhorting the team like a cheerleader) and stayed seated even when the team scored a basket (a rarity, for sure). The screams and yells continued but without the up and downs. As I moved along the row of seats towards her I noticed that she had her coat across her lap. If anything, the gym was usually too warm. However, I wasn’t thinking about that but on just how she’d act after my little ”rant“ a week before. When I got up to her I sat down and tried to concentrate on the game.

I definitely liked her husband's game strategy... defense, defense, defense! The kids just didn’t have anyone who could put the ball in the basket with any consistency and defense was their only hope. Other teams hated having hands in in their faces or having arms waving in front of them and it was proving beneficial as Johnny’s team was only a few points behind just before half time. To be truthful, I wasn’t looking forward to that period of time as it meant I’d have to talk with Sandy.

If anything, I found her to be a bit embarrassed. I remember trying to figure out if it had anything to do with the last time I’d talked with/at her. I’d vowed to myself to keep my mouth shut as much as possible and she picked up on it. The embarrassment went away and was replaced with something that I’d not really experienced with her and that was coyness on her part. It was like we were both ”sparring” but using feather dusters. Finally she broke it off and, leaning towards me, asked if I could keep a secret. I had no idea where she was going with that so said “Sure!”. Then she threw me a real “bomb” when she, still whispering, told me she was wet. It took me a few seconds to digest that interesting bit of information. There was no doubt there was a “stirring” in my groin area. In retrospect, I really can’t give a reason why I didn’t react by saying “What happened?” but I didn’t. In fact, I don’t think I said anything. My face probably said it for me. In any case she felt she had to explain.

Some kid had broken a urinal off the wall in one of the bathrooms and they had to turn off all the water in the building. When Sandy left work she’d planned on a bathroom break as soon as she arrived at school but had been turned away. She told me she’d given some thought about going home but Johnny’s team came out on the floor before she had a chance to leave. She told me that she was going to wait until after the game started and then go but, the boys scored two baskets in a row to open the game. She, now with her face a crimson color, admitted that she got “too excited” and had jumped up and down and as she did... well, it was more than a “dribble“. By then I was hard as a rock and had one had in my pocket trying to rearrange myself.

I can’t speak to the look on my face but I didn’t say a word. Even in my fantasy world I’d not conjured up a scene where a female would flat out tell me that she was wet. Sometime about then I took a look around and saw there were less than a dozen people in the grandstands and they were pretty spread out. I think the first words I mumbled had to do with how she was going to get out of the place without being noticed. I don’t think she had an answer but I do remember the kids coming back on the court about then. They played ”close” until the very end of the game when, by some miracle, they scored a basket and took the lead. That was too much for Sandy and she bounced up, screaming with excitement. My bulge had been much reduced by then but when I saw the size of the wet patch on the back of her pants it came back with a vengeance. She remained standing which gave the chance to take it all in. Wet halfway to her waist and down to about mid thighs, she was totally oblivious to it with her excitement for the team possibly winning their first game.

Sadly, they did not. Someone on the other team stole the ball and went on down the floor for an uncontested lay-up and the win. I’m sure that if they’d won Sandy would’ve run out onto the floor to give her husband a big hug, wet pants and all. However, with the disappointment came the reality that she was standing up in front of a few people fully exposing her embarrassing situation and she just flopped back down. I really felt badly for her for both reasons... the team losing again and her wetness. After a minute or so she looked up at me (I’d jumped up too) and, with a wistful look, said she was ready to “face the music” meaning walking up the steps and into the lobby. At first she was going to put her coat around her waist to cover her rear but that left her front exposed. I finally spoke and told her to carry her coat in front of her and I’d walk close behind, hopefully shielding the worst of the wetness. When she turned around to look at me there was this look on her face that I took to be a “Thank you” and smiled back at her. We walked out of the gym that way and then out into the darkness. I walked her to her car and as she got in she actually said the words. “Thank you”. That made it all worth while.

Back at home I debated with myself as to weather I should tell Elle about the situation. At the last minute, before opening the door, I decided against it thinking back to the “discussion” Sandy and I’d had in roughly the same spot in my house about “unmentionables” and bikini bathing suits and the fact that she hadn’t brought it up with Elle. I remember mumbling to myself “Mum’s the word!” as I called out to Elle that I was home.

To be continued...

ANOTHER NEW YEAR... high hopes (Part 125h )

ANOTHER NEW YEAR... high hopes (part 125h)

When Elle called her mother to come over to watch after Kaye while she was at school, she got quite a shock. Both sets of parents lived on a private road which meant the town did not plow the snow. Elle’s father had tried to “blast” through a snow drift and had gotten stuck which meant there was no way for her mother to make it to our house or for Elle or I to make it to their house. That news put Elle into a panic. She knew if she called in to the school that she couldn’t make it in that she’d be dropped from the top of the substitute list and she’d worked very hard to get there. In the past she’d asked Kathleen (the farmer neighbor’s wife) but when she called no one answered. Sandy had also filled in a few times but Elle knew that she was working full time at the hardware store so didn’t bother to call. I remember her making a few more calls but with no success. She gave me one of those sad eyed looks that meant she was looking for me to step in and do it. I’d been at the bank for almost two years and hadn’t missed a day of work for sickness but, under pressure from Elle, told her I’d do it.

Elle hadn’t been out of the house but for a few minutes when the phone rang. It was Sandy looking to get together with Elle sometime during the day. I asked why she wasn’t at work and she said that it was her day off. I immediately asked if she could do me a really big favor and to come over to look after Kaye. She said she’d be there within minutes. I headed upstairs to get dressed for work and had just finished when I heard the knock on the door.

Elle had prepared lunch for both Kaye and I so I showed Sandy where it was. Because Kaye wasn’t yet 100% potty trained I led Sandy to the foot of the stairs to point out which room was hers so that if she needed a change of clothes she’d know where to go. Just to the left of the stairs was the entryway to the dining room and I could see the sewing machine and Sandy’s panties that Elle and I’d been working on. I pointed to the finished ones and told her that we’d worked on them the night before and were ready for her to use. The look on her face was... well, I don’t really know how to describe it. However, my take on it was that she couldn’t believe that I’d been handling her panties and had a part in fixing them up. I think I asked her what was wrong. I don’t remember her giving me a direct answer but it was clear that she was embarrassed.

A while back (Part 124f) I’d walked in on Sandy and Elle when they were first experimenting on the making of the “dribble panties” and had seen her dashing from the dining room to the bathroom in her panties. She’d made a bit of a fuss about it and I took the opportunity to express to her my lack of understanding of why women get so upset when a man see them in their underwear and yet they have no qualms about parading around in a bathing suit which, in some cases like bikinis, has less material. At the end of that conversation I thought we’d reached some sort of “understanding” but her actions, at this time, told me we hadn’t.

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Thinking about the situation, now, as I write this, I guess I was frustrated. I just couldn’t understand why it was such a big deal that I’d been a party to seeing and touching Sandy’s panties. She knew that I knew that she had a “problem“ and I knew that she knew that Elle had a ”problem“. They both wanted to somehow solve that problem (dribbles) and Sandy had made a suggestion that Elle had spoken to me about and between the two of us we’d come up with a prototype panty using Elle’s Evette panties. Sandy had liked the idea but the Evette panties didn’t fit Sandy and she’d brought over a pair of hers (the Modern Globe panties) that she knew would fit. We (Elle and I) had made up a pair that Sandy had liked. Now that she knew about my participation in making them it was embarrassing to her to find out that a male had been involved. It just didn’t make sense.
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Actually, I was too upset and too much time has passed (and no notes to refer back to) for me to remember what she said, if anything. But, I do remember what I finally ended up saying to her and I admit it was pretty smart assed... ”Does my having touched them (the panties) mean that you aren’t going to wear (use) them?“. I also remember that the look on her face was one of surprise. I also remember picking up the other pair that Elle and I’d fixed up and sort of waving them at her. I waited for a few seconds before she kind of apologized by saying that that wasn’t what she wanted and then sort of said she appreciated what we’d done for her in making them up. I guess you could say I recognized that I had her "back on her heels" because I asked her, point blank, if what she said was true then it meant she would wear them. I don’t think she answered verbally but did nod her head in agreement. I wish I could remember what was said next but I can’t.

When I was at the door, leaving, Sandy finally apologized. I should’ve just accepted it and headed for work but I didn’t. Looking at her, eye to eye, I reiterated my feelings on how absolutely silly it was that women would wear skimpy bathing suits and parade around the beach in them and yet feel embarrassed when a man saw any part of their underwear. I remember throwing in the fact that whoever had nicknamed underwear as ”unmentionables“ should be shot (or something like that). As I finally started to turn away towards my car I could see a smile on her face. I think I asked her if we were still friends and got a little laugh from her.

I calmed down on the drive to work and as I did I then started to worry that Sandy might tell Ell what had transpired. By the time I headed home I was really concerned. I talked myself into expecting Elle to be mad. When I walked into the kitchen I waited to get an ”earful“ but got a smile and a cheerful greeting. Even after I’d changed my clothes and had eaten,  nothing was mentioned, I still was wary. After putting the kids to bed Elle walked into the den and just stood there. I just knew that I was going to get ”it“ then... but all she said was that she wanted to finish up with the panties so she could get the dining room back to normal. I couldn’t believe it. Sandy hadn’t said anything.

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ANOTHER NEW YEAR... high hopes (Part 125g)

ANOTHER NEW YEAR... high hopes (Part 125g)

When the women wanted to watch some TV show they liked Bret’s father herded Bret and I into the dining room (which was actually a part of the living room) to talk a little “shop”. There was an upstart Savings and Loan located to the West that had started an aggressive advertising campaign in the local newspaper. It was causing customers to ask if we were going to offer the same interest rates and Bret’s father was curious as to what our bank was doing to combat their thrust into our territory. It was an interesting conversation and before we knew it an hour had passed. From where I was sitting at the table I could see down the hall to the bathroom. I made note when Jan went in to take her shower. While she was in there Bret’s mother put some sheets down on the sofa and laid out a blanket for me. Then she handed me some towels, said “Good night” and headed up the stairs with Bret’s father following.

I told Bret that I’d let him use the bathroom before I would and that way I’d be the one to turn out the lights. We agreed that we’d get up around 7am and head for work around 8am. He said we’d bring a shovel with us to dig my car out. It sounded good to me. To be truthful, I couldn’t wait to get in that bathroom. Earlier, I’d discovered there was a clothes hamper under the sink and I wanted to check to see what kind of panties Jan was wearing now. When she lived at my grandfather’s house I kept a close eye on her panty drawer. It had been a few years so I was wondering if she had gone back to the cotton band leg panties or made the switch to nylon.

As soon as I walked in I turned on the water in the sink and popped the top of the hamper. Right on top was a bra and a pair of panties. I made sure I saw how they were lying as I picked them up. The bra was on top of the panties and the label was right there. I took a look and saw the numbers 34 with a B right behind it, the same as Elle. It was made of cotton and I wasn’t sure if I’d ever seen a cotton bra before. The panties were next and I immediately recognized that they were Carter’s from the waist elastic but they weren’t band leg. They had elastic around the leg openings. I’d not seen them like that before and was a bit surprised. I knew I didn’t have a lot of time but I definitely wanted to check out the crotch. There was nothing but just a little discharge so that was disappointing. I was tempted to dig a bit deeper but there were other regular clothes that I would’ve had to go through and I knew I was running out of time. I got enough of a “look” to have a nice vision going to sleep.

Bret didn’t have to wake me up. The couch was anything but comfortable. I was awake when I saw Jan come out of the hallway and head for the kitchen. She was wearing a nightgown that went down to about her knees. When she turned the lights on in the kitchen I could see her silhouette through the material. When she returned and headed back to her bedroom I could see her panties through the thin material of the gown. It was a nice way to be fully woken up.

Bret and I got to the bank parking lot a little after 8am. We headed for my car and there was Hank, the messenger/custodian, busy shoveling the snow from under the back of my car. With his help we were done in about 20 minutes. The final tally for the snow was 10 inches. The roads were now clear but any cars that had been parked on Main Street were now plowed in, even worse than my car had been. Because most of the merchants had closed early, the sidewalks hadn’t been cleared and where people had walked on the fallen snow it was packed down and very difficult to traverse. With sunshine, all the snow looked very pretty but there was a lot of work to be done to clear it away.

About 1/3 of the employees didn’t come in to work but it didn’t really matter because we had only about 25% of the normal amount of customers. We let everyone go home as soon as all the tellers were “in proof”, which got me home while there was still some daylight. John, the neighbor farmer, had cleared 95%  of the snow from the driveway. Elle and the kids had made a snowman right at the top of it and Elle had made a sign that read “WELCOME HOME DADDY”. It was good to be home even if I did have a bit of “diversion” while at Bret’s.

Elle was happy to eat early for a change. I asked what she’d done the night before after the kids had gone to bed and her face lit up with a big smile when she told me she’d been working on Sandy’s “dribble panties”. When we’d last worked on them I’d been cutting out the french terrycloth crotch inserts with Elle sewing two of them together. Then I’d cut the hole at the top of the inside layer of the nylon crotch in the panties and insert the terrycloth. Once smoothed out, Elle would then “tack” the insert at each of the four corners so that it wouldn’t bunch up.

These are pictures of the last pair I have of them. Note that they were well used.

 But, Elle had cut out a whole bunch of inserts and had tried to insert one but had run into a problem. She had wanted to surprise me and, in a way, she had. With a smile I proceeded to show her how to get the insert between the two layers of nylon. After that we went back to the way we had been doing it.

With a pile of inserts to work with I decided to experiment with them. Elle got a telephone call from the school secretary to have her come in the next day and to let her know that school would be opening two hours late. While she was on the phone I ran upstairs and got a pair of her Modern Globe satin panties. When she returned I handed her the inserts I’d just put together, not telling her that I’d added a third layer. She was so busy talking she never noticed and sewed them together. I had to make a little larger hole to get them in inside the crotch but managed to get it done. Since she had to do the “tacking” by hand she did make a comment that it was harder to get the needle through the material but that was all. I decided to tell her that she was working on a pair of her own panties and suggested that she wear them to school the next day. Before heading for bed we made up two more pair using Sandy’s panties. I figured we could possibly finish them up the following night. Going to sleep I remember wishing there was a way for me see, and know, when she was wearing a pair. Anyway, It was fun to think about.

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ANOTHER NEW YEAR... high hopes (Part 125f)

ANOTHER NEW YEAR... high hopes (Part 125f)

It didn’t take long for the ”troops“ to get their things and to head out the door. They were all told to call in to let us know they made it home safely. Bret, Cara and I were on the banking floor and Lynne was on the second floor, alone. Bret and I talked sports for a while and then Cara suggested that one of us go upstairs to keep Lynne company. Bret and Cara had gotten into one of those ”do you remember“ conversations about when they were in high school together so I volunteered to go upstairs. The switchboard was located  at the top of the stairs and from there you could get a straight on view down Main Street looking to the East. It was a mess. It had been snowing for three hours and still it hadn’t been plowed. Before I got a chance to ”visit“ with Lynne the switchboard started to light up like a Christmas tree. (Remember, it was an old PBX board with wires that had to be manually plugged in.) It was the employees calling in that they’d made it home. I took the call from Jerena who reported no real problems but it was just slow going. The calls kept right on coming and it was the same message form all. I also took the call from J J, since we both lived in the same town, about 11 miles to the East. It had taken him almost an hour (normally 20 to 25 minutes) because there were a few accidents along the Main road. He warned me to take it slow. Every time he’d hit the brakes the car would just slide forward. By 1:30pm we’d heard from all but one person. I had Lynne call their home number and got one of the kids. He told me that his mother had ”car trouble“ and his dad had gone to ”rescue“ her. I was immediately concerned and asked what kind of ”car trouble“ it was and he laughed and said that she’d run out of gas.

Cara and Bret kept track of how many people came into the lobby from the time the others had left until 3pm... exactly four... one customer with a deposit and two store owners who’d seen the lights on and came in to see if we were really open and one man who was just cold. Lynne had about a dozen calls with most asking if we were going to be open the next day. To say it was a waste of time to stay open is hitting the nail on the head. At exactly 3pm Bret and I locked the doors and by 3:05pm all four of us were in the back vestibule preparing to go out into the storm. I remember watching the snow blowing by the door at about a 45 degree angle. Once outside Bret asked if I wanted a hand getting the snow off my car. Never one to refuse help, especially in a snow storm, I said ”OK” and we headed for the back parking lot. As we made our way to my car it was obvious that the parking lot had been plowed. However, as we made the turn into the back lot I couldn’t believe my eyes. The idiot snow plow operator had pretty much plowed me in.

Bret and I looked at each other not knowing what to say or do. We were both in our business suits and fairly light overcoats, not exactly the clothes one would wear to do a sizable amount of shoveling... plus there was only one shovel in the vestibule. Bret started walking back toward the bank waving for me to follow. When we got to the street he told me to come on home with him and we’d figure it out later. By then I was pretty cold so didn’t complain. Even with having to make our way through unshoveleled snow that was easily six plus inches we were at his house in about twenty minutes.

I hadn’t seen his wife, Jan, in quite a while and was looking forward to it. She was back working full time at the hospital. They were still living with Bret’s parents and the last time I’d been there the house didn’t seem quite as small. That was because they hadn’t had their baby yet. I had to stop and think back to Elle’s and my first child and all the paraphernalia that went with it. Bret’s mother didn’t work so she was able to care for the child on a full time basis. She greeted us with a big smile and said she’d just made up some cocoa and cookies. It sounded good to me. Bret asked if she’d heard from Jan and she said that someone with a four wheel drive truck was bringing her home at 4pm, when her shift was over.

Bret’s father was the manager of the local office of a large regional commercial bank and he was due home at any minute. When he did he joined us for the cocoa and cookies and we proceeded to tell him of my woes. Without hesitation he strongly suggested that I spend the night with them. I remember taking a quick glance at Bret’s mother to see her reaction. The best way to describe the look on her face was to say it was one of resignation... her husband had committed to something with out a discussion... again. I immediately protested and said I had to get going but he was adamant, saying that it was foolish to go back out into the storm. Just about then Jan walked in. She was a little heavier than when she lived at my grandfather’s house but was still cute in a plain sort of way. She proceeded to tell us what an ordeal the trip from the hospital had been. (I won’t bore you with it.) That pretty much sealed my fate. She then disappeared and was soon back in regular clothes. After she was filled in about the “accidental guest” proceeded to ask just where was I going to sleep. It was a good question.

It really was a small house even though it had three bedrooms. There were two on the first floor and one upstairs. There was only one bathroom and that was right between the two bedrooms. Bret’s parents had moved upstairs when Bret and Jan’s daughter went into a full size crib. It didn’t take long to figure out I was sleeping on the sofa. I’d called Elle a few times to see how she was making out and was doing well. She told me that John (the farmer neighbor) had cleared the driveway twice before dark so that I wouldn’t have any problem. Supper was ready when I got off the phone. I don’t remember what it was but I do remember Bret’s mother baking an apple pie for dessert in honor of their guest... me.

We watched TV after we’d eaten and on the news it was reported the storm had been much more severe than had been predicted. I immediately remembered my father’s warning the night before. As usual, he was right on the money. It was decided that we’d all get up early to get a head start on the shoveling. To make things easier on the bathroom, Jan volunteered to take her shower before going to bed. Hearing that got my attention.

To be continued...     
    

ANOTHER NEW YEAR... high hopes (Part 125e)

ANOTHER NEW YEAR... high hopes (Part 125e)

We got another unexpected surprise when Elle found out that she’d be substituting for a third week. The teacher she was in for had some kind of medical procedure done over the holidays but wasn’t healed enough to return to the classroom. The one thing Elle liked when she was called in for just a day or two was that all she had to do was walk in the classroom and pick up the lesson plan book and follow it. For an extended period, like it had been, it meant she had to create the lesson plans. This was the most consecutive days she’d taught where she had to do the lesson plans and it was turning into a bit of a struggle for her. She’d get home, play with the kids for a bit and then fix supper. After we’d finish eating I’d get ”play duty“ with the kids while she cleaned up and prepared lunches for the kids for the next day. Then she’d tackle writing the lesson plans for the upcoming days. I was almost a forgotten man. I’d made the mistake of asking when she was going to work on the ”dribble panties“ for Sandy. It wasn’t a friendly answer so I backed off.

It was a very cold January and everybody was complaining about it, especially the younger women. With the shorter skirts (and coats to go with them) it was no wonder they were cold. I knew something was ”up“ when I saw Lorrie come up to Trish and Cara and get into a deep, whispered conversation. They were the core of the "Polish Mafia" and it had been a while since I’d heard from them. As soon as the doors were closed and locked to the public Trish was at my desk. Never one to ”pull punches“, she came right out and asked if the women could wear pants suits. Like so many things having to do with fashion, it had started in the city and slowly made it out to our rural area. I’d seen some of  them on mannequins in store windows during the Christmas shopping season but hadn’t thought much about it. Now I had to. Since it wasn’t up to me to decide I told her I’d bring the suggestion forward. There wasn’t a formal dress code although there had been some discussion about it when skirts started getting shorter (and shorter). In thinking about the request I respected the fact that they had asked about them rather than to have just showed up wearing them. I assured Trish that I wouldn’t let it die. I know she had a smart ass comment for me (but with a smile) but I don’t remember what it was.

It was nearing the end of the month when I got a call from my father. He was still into weather forecasting and asked if I’d seen the forecast on the nightly news. We only got two TV channels and both were from Connecticut so even when I did watch I pretty much ignored it. I listened to a city based radio station in the car and as we spoke I remembered hearing that the city was expected to get a ”dusting“ of snow over the night. I mentioned it and he told me to forget I’d heard it and to be prepared for a ”doozy“. He said that the Connecticut TV stations were predicting a ”measurable“ amount but wouldn’t give it in inches. He’d found, over time, a Connecticut radio station that would include our area in their weather coverage and had been right more times than not... and they were saying we could get a foot or more. That was definitely ”measurable“.

Realistically, there wasn’t much I could do to prepare so it was a normal night. It wasn’t snowing when we went to bed. I fully expected to see the ground white when I got up but there was nothing. The local radio station was saying there was a chance of snow and that was it. The first flakes I saw started just before I pulled into the bank parking lot... and then they came... and came... and came. By 11am Hank had shoveled the snow off the sidewalk twice and he just couldn’t keep up with it. Looking down Main Street from the second floor mezzanine area it was quite a sight. The streets had yet to be plowed and the ruts left by the cars made it almost impossible for pedestrians, as few as they were, to cross the street. Lobby traffic dropped off to almost nothing right after the doors opened and with the snow piling up I was getting concerned for the safety of the people who had a distance to go to get back home. I went to Hobie to see if we could close early. I still wasn’t familiar with all the State banking rules and found out that we’d have to get the State banking department’s permission. He also told me that it didn’t happen all that often and hadn’t happened since he’d been hired. I knew there were around a dozen employees who lived ten or more miles away and I was truly concerned for them. Main Street was a State highway and it was a mess. I could only imagine what some of the back roads were like.

Not willing to give up, I turned back to Hobie and asked if it would be OK to put together a ”skeleton“ crew to meet banking regulations. The idea behind the rule was to guarantee customers access to their money during published banking hours. To meet that requirement it seemed to me that all that was needed was one teller and two officers to sign the checks that were in amounts over $1000. I was willing to stay and  pretty much knew Bret would stay since he only lived about ten minutes away (walking). Cara, a teller, was also a ”townie“ and also walked to and from work and I felt she'd be willing to stay as well. Hobie thought about it for a few seconds and told me that if I could find someone to answer the phone until 3pm it was a ”Go“. Netta, the new switchboard operator, was also a "local" but lived up by the high school, a pretty fair hike. I got Bret’s attention and was running my plan past him when J J showed up wanting to know when his staff could go home. If there was one consistent trait that J J had was to open his mouth at just the wrong time. He had a ”booming“ voice and when he asked he seemed to make a point of making it louder. I wanted to hit him up along side his head. But... seeing him reminded me that Lynne, his secretary, had, at one time, been a relief switchboard operator. She lived just down the street near the Methodist church. Upset with his boorish ways I told him an early exit would only happen if he could persuade Lynne to stay and run the switchboard until 3pm. The look on his face told me that my request had caught him by surprise. He thought I was kidding... but I wasn't. He said that it wasn't fair but I told him that was the "deal", take it or leave it. Without saying another word he turned and headed back upstairs. A few minutes later my phone rang and it was J J... "Deal" was all I heard.

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ANOTHER NEW YEAR... high hopes (Part 125d)

ANOTHER NEW REAR... high hopes (Part 125d)

I would’ve had to have been stupid to not have realized the precarious position I’d put myself in in both cases (Trish and Laura). Just a slip of the tongue and... However, as I previously said, I trusted Trish because I’d seen how she handled herself. In the case of Laura, I was a bit worried about her naivety. I knew I’d done nothing wrong. In Trish’s case she had the opportunity to pick out things from the catalogs and would’ve paid the wholesale price for anything she chose. She decided not to take advantage of the opportunity. In Laura’s case I gave her the panties with nothing expected in return. Let me just say I that I didn’t lose any sleep that night.

I wanted to know how Laura liked the panties but there was no way I was going to initiate the conversation. She caught me looking at her a few times and I got a slight smile back. When it was time for her to leave and was waiting for Tricia to gather her things I walked by her and I think I said “Well?” in a questioning way. This time she smiled and I took that to mean she liked them, With that in mind I started to think of a way to get her some more of the same panties. I certainly had enough at home.

I wanted to know how Laura liked the panties but there was no way I was going to initiate the conversation. She caught me looking at her a few times and I got a slight smile back. When it was time for her to leave and was waiting for Tricia to gather her things I walked by her and I think I said “Well?” in a questioning way. This time she smiled and I took that to mean she liked them, With that in mind I started to think of a way to get her some more of the same panties. I certainly had enough at home.(z) The size 4’s Sans Soucie panties fit Elle perfectly so, back at home, I took a box of the size 5’s and put them in the trunk of my car. Now I had to find a way to get her to take them.

Once the “busy period” was over we could all breath easier. I remember how the atmosphere would always change and everyone seemed more at ease. I’d spoken to my father about my grandmother’s account to get a death certificate so the money from the account Laura had found could be released to me. I was anxious to get it so I could give it to Laura. I was counting on that to be able to generate a bit of conversation about the panties. When I finally got the cash I let Laura know. She was auditing the investments up in the accounting department. They had what I called a “back office”. It’s hard to describe but it was a tiny room behind their work area where you had to go down three steps. It contained any number of fireproof file cabinets and, because of the confidential nature of the material, it had to stay in that room. When I found her she was in the process of finishing up for the day. By that time of day the only one left in the department was the manager who was waiting to lock up the file. It gave me the opportunity to let her know I had the money. When I did she “threw a curve” at me saying that she’d only take the money ($40+) as a loan, just like the first money I’d given her. I could tell she was serious so I agreed. We were in the elevator when I broached the subject of the panties. I flat out asked how she liked them. It was a bit humorous because her mood shifted from serious (about taking the money as a loan) to being a bit excited. (It’s hard to describe) In any case, she told me she absolutely loved them and she said she was washing them out every other day. I know the look on my face had to show some sort of shock... but I jumped in and said that I had more and that all she had to do was to ask. We were getting off the elevator when I told her that. All the tellers were gone and the only person I could see was Trish. It was obvious she was anxious to get going as she had her coat on and was holding her bag. She asked Laura how long she’d be. Laura still had to clear her desk so said that it’d be about ten minutes. The look on Trish’s face said it all. I picked up on it and offered to drive Laura. Without saying a word Trish was headed for the back door... and I had my opportunity.

I picked up my desk a bit as Laura did hers. I wasn’t sure just how I was going to present the idea of the panties to her. I shouldn’t have worried. As Laura walked up she seemed to have picked up the conversation we’d been having in the elevator. I don’t remember her exact words but it was along the lines of “You said that you had more panties? How much are they?” I remember standing there shaking my head from side to side and finally saying something along the lines of “I want to give them to you... no cost. They were given to me. I don’t want or need any money from you for them.”

For a few seconds it looked like we were at an impasse. She was adamant that she wanted to give me something. Finally I agreed to get out the catalog and find the wholesale price of the panties. With her standing right there I opened it up and showed her the page where the panties were displayed. The price for a dozen was $12.20 or $6.10 for a half dozen.

 As she studied the page I told her that I had a box of six in the car and I’d be disappointed if she didn’t accept them as a gift. I know my face had a pleading look on it. She finally gave in and said OK but the $6.10 was going to be added to the loan. I don’t know if I was frustrated by the fact the the scene hadn’t played out as I’d hoped but I looked right at her and asked if she’d do me one big favor. Her eyes opened up a bit wider and I think she said “Sure! What?”

I know I had to have taken a deep breath before I opened my mouth. When I finally spoke I told her that I expected here to wear the panties every day... starting right now. I didn’t know what her reaction would be but there really wasn’t any. She just sat there and kind of shrugged her shoulders like it wasn’t a big deal. With that I told her I’d be right back and ran across the lobby floor. Hank was still manning the back door which told me that the time hadn’t reached 5:30pm. I was back in no time at all. I’d put the box into a regular paper shopping bag so there was no worry about him seeing or knowing what was inside it. Back at my desk I pulled the box out and handed it to Laura. I don’t think that I’d ever opened it after receiving it. When she did she saw two small piles with three pair in each and wrapped by a paper band. The sales tags, put on at the factory, were still attached and read $1.75. she carefully pulled a pair out and held it up in front of her. As she did I could feel the bulge growing. I watched as she rubbed her fingers over the material and then, looking right at me saying that she’d never felt anything as nice... my feelings exactly. Nylon satin tricot was incredible to run your hands over, especially when on a woman.

I looked at my watch and then pointed to the rest room door. She giggled a bit and disappeared inside. I took the time to “rearrange“ myself (again) so that it wouldn’t be as obvious (if Laura happened to look) when we walked out to the car. When the door opened I noticed she had something in one of her hands. It had to be the panties she’d been wearing. I almost knew they weren’t anything special other than they’d just come off her body but I still wished I could see them... but knew there was no way.

The conversation on the way to James’ house concentrated on just what she was going to buy with the money I’d given (loaned) her. When she said she wanted a couple of skirts that were more appropriate for Winter and Spring I knew I’d gotten through to her when I’d first made the offer. I made her promise to tell me when she wore them. The smile I got when she acknowledged my comment was worth all the effort.

To be continued... 
    

ANOTHER NEW YEAR... high hopes (Part 125c)

ANOTHER NEW YEAR... high hopes (Part 125c)

The thought of Trish picking some things out of the catalogs for her own use was on my mind for the rest of the day (and into the evening as well). In bed, I fantasized just what she might pick out hoping that she’d pick out some panties. I had even picked out two pair (different sizes) of each manufacturer’s panties and put them into paper bags that Elle had for her Brownie projects and slid them into my briefcase. The following day I didn’t have to wait all that long to find out her thoughts. Basically it was thanks but no thanks. I was truly surprised. She’d taken a very positive approach when asking to see the catalogs. Unfortunately there was no time to pursue the matter further as the doors were being opened for the public and their onslaught was under way. By the end of the day I’d resigned myself to the fact the nothing was going to happen. I had one last chance when she gave the catalogs back to me as she was leaving for the day. I didn’t want to plead but, more importantly, I wanted her assurance that she wouldn’t say anything about the catalogs to anybody. I’d gotten to know her fairly well and respected her as being true to her word. When she told me not to worry, I believed her.

NOTE: Now back to my meeting with Laura.

Both Laura and I were clearly uncomfortable after she’d finished telling me about her falling in the lobby. Wanting desperately to get off that subject I went back to her buying some new clothes. Innocently, (I swear) I asked her if there was anything that she needed. I remember her having a pensive look on her face as she contemplated how to answer. Then, she did something I’d never  seen from her before... she looked directly at me with a the wisp of a smile on her face and said something like ”Well, I guess I need some new underpants.“

I couldn’t believe my ears. Here was this sweet, innocent girl telling me that she needed ”underpants“. As I stated earlier,  from the very beginning she’d always been surprisingly blunt (truthful) with her answers to me. Mainly it was because she’d been shielded from the RW by not being allowed to be around her fellow students and their duplicitous ways while in school and knew no other way than to tell the truth. I sat there, almost speechless, but recovered quickly. I don’t remember the words I used to segue to the catalogs which were still in my briefcase... but I did... and she sat there all wide eyed as I explained my relationship with Willie and how I happened to come by the catalogs. I focused on the Evette catalog because that was the one with the business card and private message. I remember her sliding forward in her seat to look at them. It was about that time that I realized it was almost 6pm and I’d agreed to call Elle anytime I’d be home after that.  However, Laura seemed to be interested and I didn’t want to lose that interest. Sooooo... I fabricated a story about why I had samples with me and asked if she’d like to see them. I remember there being a slight hesitation on her part but before she could say anything I managed to pull one of the bags with the panties out of my briefcase. I really wanted her to try the San Soucie panties and was lucky that it was the one that held the Sans Soucie. When I  handed it to her she just sat there looking at it. I had to ”encourage“ her to open it and when she did it was a look I’ll never forget. She pulled both pair out and she just stared at them while rubbing her fingers over the material. I don’t remember her looking embarrassed and I don't remember her exact words but they had to do with how nice they felt. I explained that the material was called nylon satin tricot. At that point I was remembering when Jerena had tried panties on in the rest room tight there by my desk and, very cheerily, told her she should go try them on. She looked at me as if she hadn’t really heard what I’d just said and I remember pointing towards the room. She was slow to get up and as she made her first steps I explained why there were two pair as each one was a different size.

Once the door closed I realized how fast my heart was beating. I also knew I had to call Elle. I told her I’d be there in about a half hour and hoped that I could make it by then. Laura was in the rest room for what seemed like a long time and when she stepped out I greeted her with ”Well?“ It took a few seconds for her to speak and all she said was that they were really nice. At that point I asked her which ones she chose. After I did I wanted to kick myself. I was really caught up ”in the moment” and wished I’d not opened my mouth in that way. But, it hadn’t registered with her and she shrugged her shoulders and sort of mumbled that she didn’t know she was to keep one. At that point I decided to keep on going hoping that the cleaning people didn’t show up for a few more minutes.

I told her that I thought she understood that she was to pick out the pair that fit her the best and to wear them. She’d put both pair back into the bag and I remember her standing there in the open doorway as she pulled them back out. As she held them up in front of her I could feel the bulge growing. She decided on the larger of the two (size 5) and as she did I pointed her back to the room. As she turned to go back in she asked how much they cost. I laughed and told her they were samples so there was no cost. She wanted to pay something for them and tried to get me to give her an amount. As this conversation took place I had a big smile on my face. I couldn’t believe there were still people like her. She asked what was so funny and I didn’t have the heart to tell her. I told her to hurry up and change so we could be on our way home.

When she stepped back out I visualized her standing there in those Sans Soucie panties with the very distinctive crotch. I was still “excited” and had to be careful not to show my “excitement” as I stood up. As she was headed for her desk to get her things I got a chance to rearrange myself. Walking out the door I told her to wear them the next day and to let me know how she liked them. I couldn’t see her face but I’m pretty sure she she was blushing. When we got to James’ house I had a sense of deja vu as I remembered back to taking Peggy home from baby sitting. As she opened the car door I reminded her that this was all between the two of us and I remember her nodding her head in the affirmative... and her saying “Thanks”. I smiled...
                                 

The catalogs

To be continued...