KEEPING UP… Busy, busy, busy (Part 166v)
As excited as I was
about exposing Woody to new panties, driving home I was actually more
concerned about what would happen the next day at work when I’d have to
“face the music” with Eileen and the Cheshire Cat costume. By the time I
arrived I’d come up with a plan. I’d made it a priority since becoming
an officer at the bank not to call employees after work unless it was
something critical. I know costumes could hardly be classified as
critical but, when dealing with three females… well, it had the
potential to be if I waited until everyone swithwas at work. I’d left
it up to Trish to orchestrate the project so I decided to call her and
hope she was home. My thought was to ‘defuse’ the potential problem. I
knew she’d be upset because of my meddling but what was done was now
past and we had to move forward. It was around 8pm when I finally put
myself in a position to call her that wouldn’t generate undue interest
from Elle. I figured to take the ‘heat’ right away and told her I’d all
but promised Woody she could be the Cheshire Cat. I fully expected a
barrage of protests but got a very calm “Why?” As the response. A big
surprise was that she let me go over all the reasons without
interrupting. When I finished I expected some sort of protest but there
wasn’t any. When she finally decided to speak it was very short… “You
can be the one to tell Eileen!”
By the time I got to work I had
my ’spiel’ for Eileen all worked out. Before she opened her teller
window I had her come to my desk. If you remember, Eileen was a panty
peekers delight. In fact, for a while Bret was keeping a log of just
what color panties she wore each day. In spite of Trish trying to teach
her how to properly bend over to get access to the signature files she
would quickly revert back to her old ways… bending at the waist and
therefore lifting the back hem of her very short dress up. We all
recognized that she was a good teller and had a customer ‘following’ so
never put any sanctions on her. However, her bad habit did continue to
annoy Trish and the two of them had had ‘words’. So, me being the one to
give her the bad news about the costume was welcomed by Trish as it
would avoid any confrontation with her.
I started by telling her
that I’d ended up being the one to decide who wore what costume citing
the fact that it had taken more time that it should’ve. I, firmly, told
her she’d be the White Rabbit which brought forth an immediate cry of
“NO!” and with it she almost jumped forward out of the side chair she
was occupying. I can still picture it today… he knees were at least two
if not more feet apart and there was no way to avoid seeing an
unbelievable crotch view. Her panties were blue and white striped. Now,
with her on the edge of the chair and with her knees still spread she
started to cry. If I’ve written it once I’ve written it a dozen times… I
really can’t handle a female crying. Sitting here typing this I can
still picture myself stunned into silence by the ‘view’ and also by not
knowing what to say to a female in tears. It was Joanie who broke the
‘spell’ when she came over to ask if Eileen had hurt herself. That
caused Eileen to sit back in the chair and to make herself a bit more
presentable.
When Eileen’s tears had more or less dried up I got
around to telling her the reasons for my decision. Because I was on the
defensive from the tears I heard her out when she listed the reasons she
wanted the costume. I, like Trish the night before, never interrupted
and when she acknowledged she was finished I went over mine. By then I
wasn’t about to change my mind but she, now back to the coy, somewhat
flirtatious Eileen that I knew, asked for one big favor. Without
thinking, because I wanted the whole scene to end, said “OK” and then
asked. She wanted to try the White Rabbit suit on. Because I’d not seen
it on Woody and only had her description of it I was curious and gave
her permission to get the suit from Woody and to go up to the Board room
to try it on. There were no ‘conditions’ about how it fit or anything
like that so as she walked away I felt we were about 90% of the way to
the ultimate solution.
By then it was past 9:30am and Eileen
hadn’t been to her window. Coffee breaks started at 9:30 so I went to
explain her absence to Lorie. Lobby traffic was slow so she didn’t mind.
But, in talking with Lorie I was now in the back work area and the
stairs to the second floor and the Board room were right there. Taking a
bit of a chance I went up the stairs to find the Board room door
closed. I knocked and Eileen answered. I didn’t expect for her to walk
out the door but she did. She had the hood with the rabbit ears attached
in her hand and walked right past me and into the ladies bathroom. I
stood and watched as she slipped it on. But I also checked out how the
costume fit. As I’ve written, Eileen was almost anorexic so it sort of
hung on her. However, there was no gap at the waist as Woody had
described and with the fake fur I was pretty sure that some padding
could be added to fill her out. When she turned and walked back towards
me there was a bit of a smile on her face. That made me smile. The
missing piece was Joanie. There had never been any doubt that she would
be Alice. The concern was that the costume, as delivered, had her
wearing not only a short dress but a short crinoline to hold it out from
her body and to make her look like a little girl. To do most of her job
she had to be sitting and with the crinoline it made it almost
impossible for her to type. Trish had come up with the solution and she
planned to try it out before leaving that evening.
I’d
not had a chance to put a set of the SanSoucie panties in an envelope
for Woody to try. But, with things back to being somewhat normal I
thought I’d go out to my car and pull a size 4 and size 5 out of the box
I kept in the trunk. My guess was that she’d wear the size 5. The
SanSoucie were cut differently from others in that their size 5 was a
bit bigger than say a VanRaalte size 5. In my mind they were really a
size 5 1/2. Elle could wear either but it depended upon the time of the
month. In any case I grabbed a manila envelope and went to the car.
Knowing that Trish was focusing on how Joanie’s costume was going to
work just before we all left for the day I was thinking of a way I’d
have a moment to get them to Woody before she left for the bus.
It
was like a jig saw puzzle trying to find the right moment to get them
to her without being obvious and with enough time to tell her that she
wasn’t to tell anyone. I’d also wanted to see what Trish had come up
with on Joanie’s costume so she’d be able to do her work for the day
without too much trouble. As luck would have it the two happened at just
about the same time. The good thing was that my meeting with Woody was
for a reason. Lorie came up to me to ask if I could look at the drawer
for the drive-up window. Woody had complained about it being “slow” and
Lorie didn’t know anything about the mechanics of it. Thankfully, she
didn’t supervise which left just Woody and I in the area. I slipped the
envelope with the panties on her chair and while fiddling with the
drawer told her about the sizes. When I looked at her face I could see
it was flushed and actually felt badly… for a few seconds… but then went
on to tell her to pick a size and I’d order them up for her. I’d looked
back at the troublesome drawer for a few seconds and could see the
problem… a deposit ticket had somehow gotten into the gears that were
the driver for the drawer. When I looked back at Woody she looked more
comfortable. I pulled the offending paper out of the gear and told her
she could take her time getting back to me. She didn’t say a word.
To be continued...
2 comments:
You would never have survived in todays world. Even though they do the stuff by their own volition. You were a good looking young man and I think some of them thought this might be a way of coming on to you. Women talk and I am sure they were aware of your hawk eyed looking at their panties, no matter how sneaky we think we are we ain't.
OB... you are so VERY right! However,it was certainly different time. Although the "hippie" movement never took hold in our rural area it was the beginning of a more liberal time. There were a lot of naive young women but I can still look at myself in the mirror and say I never took advantage of any of them.
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