DEALING WITH THE HEAT… & more (Part 174bb)
Elle
knocked on the gate and announced who we were. I heard Aurelia
acknowledge her and thought she told her to come in. When the gate swung
open I did a double-take as I saw her sitting/laying on a chaise…
topless. When I saw her she was obviously searching for something to
cover herself up. Unable to grab anything she did the natural thing and
put her arms across her breasts. Elle, upon seeing the situation stepped
in front of me and then pushed me back past the gate opening and then
grabbed the gate and closed it behind her. I waited for a few minutes
and then called them to find out what was happening. With no answer I
slowly pushed the gate open and didn’t see anyone. What I did see was
the missing top to her bathing suit. It was under the chaise. Now, as
I’ve written on a number of occasions, I’m a ‘bottom man’ but not
adverse to a view of the top. I was standing there trying to visualize
just what I’d seen in those few seconds and remembered seeing one of her
nipples. No longer young enough to be considered ‘cute’, she was
definitely attractive. Older than Elle and I, she was well educated and
an excellent athlete as her tennis abilities had shown. She and Elle had
hit it off right from their first meeting. So, as I stood there
wondering what they were doing they reappeared. Auriela was now wearing
clothes and I could see Elle was wearing a different pair of shorts. She
acted like nothing had happened and told me she’d drive us home. I
didn’t say anything as Aurelia and Elle talked about their new group for
tennis while on the way. When she left us off in the driveway it was
like nothing had happened at all. All I could think was that if it had
happened to Elle there would’ve been no way for her go face the person. I
was impressed.
We chatted with Martha for a few minutes while
Mattie rounded up our kids. After being assured that ours had behaved
themselves, Elle asked about the swim lessons and that brought forth a
smile. I remember her telling Elle how hard it was to find bathing suits
in late July. She went on that she’d found this boutique with “all
kinds of stuff” and pretty much knew she was describing my friend
Judith’s place when she said she’d never seen so many clothes stuffed
into such a small area. I did pick up on one of her other comments and
that she would be going back when she had more time as all Summer things
were on sale. Hearing her observations on the store reminded me that it
had been a while since I’d been there and seen Judith. It gave me an
idea. With our upcoming Bermuda trip I figured I could offer Elle a trip
to the store as a ‘carrot’ if I really wanted something from her that
she wasn’t willing to readily give (ie: a picture or two). Thank you
Martha!
Back in the house I was finally able to ask Elle about
the ’new’ shorts she was wearing. As Elle readily knew, her wetness
showed when she and Aurelia went in the house and she’d insisted that
Elle get washed up and change into clean and dry clothes… hers. My first
thought was of the panties she was wearing. They had to be Aurelia’s.
I’d not seen that much of Aurelia to have had any chance for any panty
peeks other than a couple of quick ones of her tennis panties. That
information made for a long evening waiting until we went to bed.
Based
on the clothes I’d observed her wearing when I’d seen her I was almost
sure Aurelia was not a full brief person… and I was right. I stood
almost transfixed as Elle stepped out of the shorts. Even though I’d
been right I’d been expecting them to be really fancy panties and they
ended up being pretty common. The next step for me was to wait until
Elle put on her package for the night so I could see them up close and
to see who made them. When Elle went down the hall to the bathroom I got
a chance to do my ‘inspection’… Modern Globe. I should’ve recognized
them because I’d bought some at the Gimbel’s department store in the
city on one of my monthly trips. They were also nylon satin just like
the ones I’d purchased but Elle had never worn. I thought it was
interesting in that I’d never seen them any place but at Gimbel’s
.Thinking about it for a few seconds (and almost getting caught with the
panties in my hands) I remembered that before moving to our town she
and her husband lived near the city. Then it made sense to me.
The
problem with leaving the sailboat at Aurelia’s was in having to go get
it and bringing it back to Dave’s marina. I won’t go into all the
machinations necessary to get that done. It ended up happening on Friday
after work. Reluctantly, I allowed my two older girls, Jean and Anne,
to join me in sailing the boat back. We called Aurelia to check on the
wind and she said there was enough to make it back while under sail.
Elle was the ‘wheels’ to take us to Aurelia’s and then to go to the
marina to wait for us to get there. The girls were excited to go,
especially Anne who wasted no time in wanting to “steer” the boat. It
was a memorable trip. I’d told Elle that it would take about an hour but
Anne would have none of it. She’d never been in a sailboat with two
sails let alone steer one. But, if you remember past writings where I
observed that from the outset of lessons she was a ‘natural’. This trip
proved it. It was almost dark when we pulled into the creek where the
marina was located. This was before cell phones and there was no way to
let Elle know we were OK. But, being a mother and us being late she was
almost out of her mind.
The marina office was closed and unless
you requested a key for the rest rooms they were kept locked. We’d left
home before 6pm and it was probably close to 9pm as I tied up to the
slip. Elle was out on the dock and even in the dusk I could see she was
wet. I knew I’d never get the story so didn’t bother to ask. I tried
putting a positive ‘spin’ on why we’d taken so long but it was no use.
Even Anne, still ‘pumped’ after steering the most for well over an hour,
couldn’t get through to her. On the way home I got to thinking about
how little thought I’d put into making the decision to buy the boat.
There was little free time to use it what with my ‘chores’ on Saturday
mornings and then it was off to the stock car races in the afternoon.
Sundays were also filled what with church in the morning and sailboat
races in the afternoon. But, we’d had a nice two plus hour sail after
supper and I got to thinking this might be the way to go. In any case it
was now mine and, somehow, I’d have to find a way to use it.
By
the time the girls were in bed Elle had calmed down and, without asking
explained why she was so upset. When she realized she had a ‘problem’
the across the street neighbor of her parents saw her and wanted to talk
with her. She had no way to ‘escape’ them and ended up wetting herself
pretty much in front of them. I felt badly for her. Even though I liked
my ‘pee play’ with her I never wanted her to be embarrassed. I made an
attempt to sooth her and she accepted my concern which led me to taking a
chance and asking about wearing the bikinis and how she liked them. She
didn’t jump up and down raving about them but said she’d had no
problem. It was then that I reminded her that I’d bought some for her
but she didn’t want to wear them. She thought for a few seconds and said
she might think about wearing them. I was all for it.
To be continued…
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