INTO SUMMER… a busy time (Part 173h)
As soon as I reached the
beach somebody helped me on up to the clubhouse porch. Once there
someone threw a beach towel over my shoulders. I can still remember how
good that felt. My whole body was shaking and I almost couldn’t
understand what I was saying when answering questions as all the
adrenaline had worn off. Looking out into the bay I could see the two
power boats that had shown up had righted the swamped sailboat and were
making their way towards shore with it in tow. The other two sailboats
that had been out there had made their way to shore and were now
beached. I tried, with difficulty, to ask about the two guys who I’d
towed ashore and was told they and the girl were on their way to Tom’s
house (Tom being the racer I knew and who owned the boat that had
swamped). It was after hearing that when I thought back to what the girl
had been wearing (or not wearing) and began to wonder how she’d gotten
into that position.
The one thing I wanted, desperately, was to
get into a warm shower. It was after 2pm and it dawned on me that Elle
had to be worried about me. My money was in my clothes and in the car
and the only phone was a pay phone on the wall in the office. Someone
came up with some change and I called. I thought she’d be worried but
what I heard was one mad woman wanting to know why I hadn’t come home
from church. I knew it was useless to try and explain because as soon as
I did she’d just ask questions. I cut her off and told her I’d be home
in fifteen minutes. It was probably twenty before I pulled up the
driveway. I was still wearing the beach towel when I walked in. I left
all my clothes in the car figuring to get them later. I wish I had a
picture of Elle’s face when she saw me walk in. I think I told her I’d
explain after I got a shower and then disappeared into the bathroom.
It
probably took a half hour to get through the explanation (and
interruptions). What it did was to raise a lot of questions for me to
answer. I didn’t have to ask why the guys had gone out in difficult
conditions… they relished a challenge… as stupid as it was. What I
didn’t know was who was the guy with Tom and also who was the girl that
was in the boat with me. Elle gave me something to eat and while eating
the phone rang. It was Tom. He wanted to thank me… profusely. In the
process he admitted that going out that day wasn’t the smartest thing
he’d ever done. It gave me the opportunity to ask who the man was that
was with him. He laughed and told me the guy was an Army buddy who’d
just mustered out and was taking time to travel around finding old
friends before getting a job. That led me to ask about the girl. Another
laugh. He said he didn’t really know her and that she’d been visiting
with a family down the street. At the neighborhood Fourth of July party
his buddy met her. One thing led to another and the two spent most of
Saturday hanging out together. Then, when the decision was made to go
sailing she’d asked if she could come along to watch. It was a
reasonable answer and I wasn’t sure I should ask the one burning
question I still had… what had happened to her clothes. There was a
hesitation before he started to answer. I’m the one laughing now because
he said he was going to ask me that same question.
I’ll put an
end to this thread by telling you that I took a lot of ribbing the next
time I showed up at the club. I should’ve expected it. Having a married
male and an unmarried female out in a boat wearing only underwear would
(and did) raise some questions. However, someone found a dress that had
washed ashore after we’d all left. Tom came back to the club later to
check on his swamped sailboat and the whole story of what had transpired
came to light. The girl had been wearing a dress when she followed me
out to get to the skiff. Since it was anchored in water over her head
she tried to swim to keep up but the dress wouldn’t let her so she
stripped out of it and continued to the boat. According to Tom he never
saw her again after that day.
I can’t really describe how I felt
when I tried to get out of bed Monday morning. I could say I felt like a
truck had run over me but I’d never had a truck run over me so that
wouldn’t be a reasonable answer. ‘Cutting to the quick’, just about
every part of my body ached. I definitely had bruised ribs from when I
had to pull myself up and into the skiff. The large waves made the boat
go up and down very rapidly. My inner thighs ached and I knew what that
was from as it had happened a time or two before when trying to keep my
balance in out in a power boat in rough water. I had bruises on my arms
(not exactly sure where they came from) and had a headache just for good
measure. If it weren’t for it being the ‘busy period’ at the bank I
wouldn’t have gone in. With the three day weekend I knew there would be a
crowd of people there as the doors opened.
By noon, the ‘rush’
was over and I spoke to Hobie about my experience. He had no problem
with me leaving early and I promptly explained to both Trish and Bret
why. I called Elle to forewarn her so she wouldn’t go into a panic
seeing my car pull up the driveway at around 1:30pm. She was pleased as
I’d not spent much time with her or the girls on Saturday or Sunday. As
usual, the day after an Easterly storm was bright and sunny with calm
winds out of the North. Walking into the kitchen I was excited to see
her in a tennis dress but couldn’t fathom why. She'd only been out of
the hospital a week and hadn’t gone to see the doctor for her first
check-up. Her answer as to why when I asked was “I thought you’d
appreciate it.” accompanied by a sly smile. It was totally unexpected
and… appreciated.
The girls, upon realizing I was home, wanted me
to take them sailing . Elle and I had decided to limit her activity
until after she visited the doctor so they were looking to me to get
their sailing ‘fix’. However, my body still ached and sailing was
definitely not on my agenda. I suggested that they get out some of their
lawn games and set them up on the front lawn. We hadn’t done that yet
this Summer and I figured I’d get out the fold up chaise and supervise
them. Of course I was also contemplating getting some good peeks of
Elle’s panties and, possibly, getting a wet feel if the opportunity
presented itself. By the time everything was set up and ready it was
after 2pm. I was the scorekeeper and Elle the ‘referee’. I really liked
that because Elle would have to bend over to check the scores. After a
while I called Elle over to where I was and ran my hand up her inner
thigh. At first she started to pull away but stopped and spread her legs
just a bit. She was about three feet away and as I looked between her
legs I could see that she had started to pee. It was only enough for me
to see the start of a stream. I asked her to come back over to where I
was but she pointed to the house next door. I knew immediately that
wasn’t going to happen so would have to wait. However, she went back to
checking the scores and I got to see the results of her wetting. It was a
lot more ‘action’ than I’d expected so was happy about it.
To be continued…
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