MORE SUMMER HEAT… lots of it (Part 162aa)
If there was one thing
for sure it was that I needed a shower when I got home. Even though it
was after 7pm the temperature was still in the high 80’s. Afterwards, I
put on a pair of boxer shorts and went out on the screened in porch
hoping to catch a little breeze. Elle was there and after a little
persuasion I got her to take off her shorts. There was a two fold
purpose… one, I loved seeing her in just panties and two, I wanted to
know which ones she’d selected. She made her disrobing into a show
trying to be sultry. With the kids in the back yard that wasn't
difficult. When she finally turned around so I could see her rear I
recognized one pair as being made by my old sailing friends first
lingerie company, Evette. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d even
seen a pair of them. I was at a loss as to who made the pair she had on
top. However, there were probably 40 pair of nylon panties in that
drawer and since Elle and been wearing mostly ‘dribble panties’ many of
them had gone unworn for a long, long time. Now, with moving them, most
were completely discombobulated I thought Elle had just grabbed a couple
to put on. I was happy that she’d put on two, regardless of who made
them.
Sitting there for that moment I was taken at how well she
filled them both out. On the spur of the moment I asked if I could get a
picture… of just her rear. I remember her laughing telling me that was
her ‘line’. She looked out to where the kids were playing by the
playhouse and made a decision to let me do it. But, with dusk
approaching the light on the porch wasn’t all that good and I definitely
didn’t want to use a flash bulb so asked if she would step outside. I
knew that would bring forth a protest but was ready to counter it. I
told her that I’d have the camera ready to go and all she had to do was
take four or five steps, bend over and it’d be done. She tried to
counter by pointing to the house next door but I reminded her that it
had been empty all month. I got a look of resignation but she told me I
had two minutes to get the camera and to get it ready. I probably did it
in one.
Because of the heat both inside and out we let the kids stay up way
late. When Elle and I headed for bed I heard the old excuse, “I’m
exhausted” and knew my earlier plans were never to be. All in all it
had been a good day. Elle winning her first race was certainly a
milestone. I remember lying in bed thinking that I may have unleashed a
‘monster’ when she started talking about racing against the men. After
she turned out the light I brought up the subject of her being so daring in walking around in wet shorts. It probably would’ve been better if
I’d done it so I could’ve seen the expression on her face. After a few
seconds of silence I heard her say that I was probably right when
I continued to tell her that most people were too busy doing their own thing to pay
attention to something like that. Hearing that I wanted to jump up and
shout “Hooray!”. I’d been trying to tell her that for almost 15 years. I
reaffirmed it there in the darkness and added something else… that I fully
understood her embarrassment of actually having an “accident” out in
public. But, if no one saw it happening and she was still out in public the
chances of them seeing the wetness was slim… and even if they did, “accidents
happen”… to a lot of people. After she’d fallen asleep I lay there
thinking of how much braver she was now that she knew other women who had
their own problems. Ginger and Sandy immediately came to mind. I was
thinking that it had been quite some time since I’d seen Sandy or her
husband and wondered why.
Monday was the day J J was to interview
people for Joanie’s position. I was pleased to find out that the girl I'd liked
who'd worked the new account campaign was among them. He’d not had any
contact with Bret or I since Hobie had given him the word that Joanie
would be moving down to our area. I didn't know anything about the other two
girls as Trish had taken their applications. I was anxious to get Joanie
started but was fearful J J would defer making a choice just to be
difficult. Bret and I were giving Trish as much opportunity to assume
her new responsibilities as possible and she was responding well. I’ll
admit that I had a personal reason for wanting Joanie there… I wanted to
take a day or two off but with Hobie now located off the platform it
left just Bret and I didn’t think it fair to him. But, all I could
do was hope that J J would make a quick selection.
I knew my broker,
Stan, was back from vacation and I wanted to talk with him about making a
choice of a company to invest the proceeds (less the profit) from my recent sale
of stock. I checked with his assistant, Lynda, to find out when he was
going to lunch. She was always fun to talk with both on the phone as
well as in person. Seeing her in person, though, offered the potential
of an upskirt peek and I was certainly thinking of that when I hung up
the phone. Most every company I’d owned stock in manufactured
something so, based on knowing a product and the viability of it I could make
some sort of knowledgeable decision. Of the companies that Stan had given me some
information on, one didn’t produce anything and yet it intrigued me. It
provided engineering services for major projects including the interstate highway
system that was still being constructed. After talking with him I felt a
little more comfortable about it and told him to buy 100 shares, thus
investing the same amount of money I’d originally invested in the stock that had
done so well for me. He was on the phone so gave the purchase order to
Lynda. I was watching as she swung her chair around to be able to reach
the order form and I was rewarded immediately, not in the form of a
stock or monetary dividend, but a very, very nice panty peek. She’d
spread her legs as far as her skirt would allow which resulted in about a
1 1/2 inch view of her white pantied crotch… for at least five seconds.
In some cases that doesn’t sound like a lot but in panty peeks it’s
almost an eternity.
Lynda didn’t pay any attention to me just
standing there as she reached for the piece of paper but when she had it
in her hand she looked up at me and I was caught, not ‘red handed’, but
red faced. I’ve indicated in prior posts that Lynda was a little
different than most females in that she seemed to enjoy putting males,
like me, in uncomfortable positions. As she swiveled her chair back to
her desk she looked at me and gave me one of those ‘knowing smiles’. I
thought it was over at that point but, once settled in back at her desk
she looked over at me and very coyly asked if I’d seen anything
interesting lately. It could’ve been construed as an ambiguous question
but the look on her face told a different story. I know I didn’t answer.
I did wait around for about five minutes until I heard her call to Stan
that the trade had gone though. I waved a hand of acknowledgement to
Stan and headed out the door. I remember standing in the street
perspiring and thinking how hot it was. It wasn’t until I was on my
way back to the bank that I realized that the perspiration wasn’t from
the temperature of the air but from watching Lynda.
To be continued…
4 comments:
Great picture, I love panties like those. You are right an up-skirt, a good one seems to last forever and yet is over so quick. I have helped in moves and always thought most women try to hide the panties and like you always chickened out as they always seemed to have a limited number.
OB... Like they say... "the good old days"... when panties were panties and not just wisps of material.
You've got me to thinking about some of the opportunities I've passed up to grab panties and not done it... :-)
Love the pic! Lynda sure sounds like my kind of girl!
Bad
BS... Lynda is definitely a participant in future posts... stay tuned...
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