END OF SUMMER... September (Part 74b)
The last Sunday races for the season were basically unmemorable. My crew was the same college kid I’d used in the races to qualify for the championships. I wasn’t in the running for a season trophy so I used the races as practice, working with him on maneuvers within the cockpit. His name was Neil and one of the reasons he was able to sail with me in the championships was that his college was only about 35 miles form the racing venue. I, somewhat reluctantly, agreed to drop him and his belongings off at the college as his “pay” for crewing. The only caveat was that his first day of classes was the same day as the last scheduled race. We worked it out that if I was in contention for a trophy that he’d skip the classes and sail with me. If not I’d just head on home after the last race on Thursday.
The other qualifier from our area was my club mate, Frank. His wife, Ronnie, had been “missing” during the early part of the season and Frank had taken on one of the high school boys from the junior sailing program as his crew. Jack had worked out so well for Frank that he sailed with him for the whole season. His school was to start that Wednesday and Frank had to do a real sales job on his parents to let him go and sail in the championships. It worked out well for me as well. Ronnie, now obviously pregnant, was going along to watch the races which meant that Frank was going to have to pay for a room for Jack. Neil had stated that he wanted to return to his campus each night so he could be with his girl friend. Then, she would drive him back for the races each morning. Initially it looked like I would be stuck with the cost of a room with just me in it until I worked it out so Jack would stay with me and Frank would pay for him.
Neil and I left at around 5:30am for two reasons. The first was to avoid the worst of the morning rush hour traffic. The second was so that I could deliver Neil to his school and still have time to get the boat and sails measured, a requirement at each yearly championship. By the time I arrived at the sailing club it was around 4pm. I got Jack to give me a hand as Frank had already taken his boat through the process. My boat and trailer were parked right next to a fellow that I’d competed against in my prior attempts at the championships. I didn’t really “know” him but I did know that he was very successful in racing two other type sailboats (Lightning’s and Star’s) and that he'd not done all that well racing this class of boat, a Comet. After greeting him, Blake advised me that the inspectors measuring sails had discovered a problem with all the sails made by the company that had made mine. Not good news.
Jack and I had no problems getting the boat through inspection. When I went to where they were measuring sails I could see that there were some people with a “hot knife” (used to cut synthetic material) busily working on a number of sails. The smell of the burning material made me choke. There was a sail on the floor and, in spite of my discomfort, it caught my attention because there was a girl down on her haunches holding one corner of it. I could see three things as I looked down at her... the flesh of her back; the elastic from a pair of panties and her shorts. I quickly decided I could put up the smell for a few minutes.
As warned, my sail didn’t measure in and I had to cut a part of it off. When I finally got back to the boat I saw the same girl I’d just observed standing next to Blake’s boat and talking with him. He introduced me to her as his daughter, Joy. As I looked at them both I couldn’t see any resemblance. Blake was about 5’ 9“ tall and a bit stocky. Joy was easily 5’ 10” and thin. Blake had dark hair and Joy was closer to blonde. She was sixteen and going to be a junior in high school. This trip to the championships was a “reward” for having won the junior sailing prize at their home sailing club. As I listened to all of this I was picturing her standing there in just her panties. More cute than pretty I remember hoping to see more panty peeks during the rest of the week.
After getting cleaned up Jack and I went back to the club for an informal “meet and greet” put on by the host club. There were over 40 boats entered and it seemed like there were 100 plus with all the people who were there. I’d told Jack about meeting Joy and suggested that it might be fun for him to look her up. By the time we arrived it was almost too late for that. There were probably 10 young males for each young female and it seemed like there were at least that many gathered around the table where she was sitting. In a dress and with her hair tied back she looked a lot prettier than earlier in the day. Back at the motel room Jack seemed disappointed that he never got to meet her.
Through the years it has never ceased to amaze me how often I’ve been places where no matter what it is that I do I keep running into the same few people. In this case it was Blake and his daughter. We were side by side at the preliminary meeting prior to the first race and even though we put our boats in the water using two different hoists we ended up side by side at one of the docks. I remember Blake making a comment about a “bad penny turning up” and I was never sure if he was referring to me or to himself. The best part of this coincidence was that I got to see more of Joy.
To be continued...
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Saturday, June 11, 2011
END OF SUMMER... September (Part 74a)
Labor Day weekend was always the unofficial end of Summer. With schools starting the day after Labor Day most of the “Summer people” would be packing up to leave. For me it was an incredibly busy time. As I’d written in prior posts the move of the DP equipment was to be done that Saturday. The birthday party for both Elle’s and my father was that Saturday night. Sunday was the last of the regular races at the sailing club followed that night by the trophy presentations. Labor Day itself was when I had to get the boat and trailer ready to leave for the championships since I was planning on leaving Tuesday morning at around 6am.
Jay was the only one required to be there for the move of the equipment but there was no way I was going to miss it. When I arrived Jay was already there but so was Jo who also wasn’t required to be there. Seeing her in shorts was a refreshing change and I hoped it would lead to a “peek’ or two. The “riggers” (the official classification of the movers) got there at 7am and started right in. The County Center maintenance people had removed partitions on Friday so that the computer itself could be moved so there was no delay there. I have to admit I was surprised at how little time it took. It was a classic example of having people who knew what they were doing to get the job done. By 11am they were done. Jay had figured it would take at least six hours if not more. I’d told Elle I’d be home around three. Jo had even brought food from her family's restaurant. Jay said he wanted to get every piece of equipment up and running and we were all for it.
Because it was a holiday weekend the building’s main air conditioning was off... except in our new space. Our proprietary HVAC made the air in the room quite nice even though there were a few partitions missing that separated the hallway from our space. At month end there were always reports to be done but where we would’ve started them Friday we couldn’t as we had to prepare the equipment for the move. I think we were all surprised when each and every piece of equipment worked without a hitch. Jay looked at Jo and I and asked if we wanted to get a head start since we were already there and Monday was a holiday. We said “why not” and started right in.
Jo had brought food but nothing to drink. We’d been there since before 7am and Jay suggested we take a break, get something to drink, and go out to the lake and eat. We hadn’t done that in a while so it seemed like a good idea. We stopped at the delicatessen on the traffic circle and headed for our “spot”. As I described in earlier posts, the road ran right next to the lake on the North side of it. There was some underbrush that prevented people in cars from seeing the lake but there were a few places where people had cut it back making paths to the water. We’d found one that we liked as there were some large rocks where we could sit. Some were located just a few feet out into the lake and the others were right at the edge of the water. Jo, wearing shorts, waded out to a rock surrounded by water where she could dangle her feet. Jay and I took up rocks along the shore.
When we’d visited the lake in the past it was during the work week and there was little activity actually out on the lake itself. With this being Labor Day weekend it was entirely different. There were power boats with water skiers as well as small sailboats and people in canoes. Jo was sitting facing Jay with her back facing the lake. I didn’t see it coming but a wake from a power boat hit the rock that Jo was sitting on washing some water up and onto it. When Jo felt the water hit her she screamed and jumped off. As always, she responded with a smile and a laugh. I responded in a completely different way... pure delight.
Jo had worn a pair of pale yellow shorts and when the water splashed up and wet her bottom it made them somewhat transparent. I liked what I saw, for sure. Jay surprised me by making a comment along the lines that she looked like she’d wet her pants. I didn't respond. Upon hearing the remark she laughed again but made no effort to hide the wetness. She joined Jay on the rock where he was sitting and we finished up with our lunch. When she got up the wet spot on the rock was quite large. I waited for a few seconds so as to get a really good look at her backside. I loved VPL’s but when the person I was looking at was wearing a pair of wet pastel colored shorts, the view was especially good... good enough to start a bulge.
The “view” was almost as good when we got back to the office. Jo complained that her butt was cold because of the air conditioning. I thought it was funny and kept my eyes on her as much as I could while trying to get a few reports run. I left at 3pm and did so reluctantly. I certainly wished that Jo could wear shorts every day to work.
That night Elle and I had the annual dual birthday party for our fathers to go to. The only thing worth noting was that for the first time anyone not in our two families came. The party was at my parents house and they invited the next door neighbors to come over to share in the cake. They were about six or seven years older than Elle and I and about 25 years younger than my parents. However, they’d become close friends in just the few years they’d spent their Summers there. Almost every time I’d seen the lady she was wearing short shorts and this night was no different. She ended up sitting next to me and I could see about a half inch of her panties at the leg opening of her shorts. It was a “first” for me and made my night. All in all it was a very good day.
To be continued...
Labor Day weekend was always the unofficial end of Summer. With schools starting the day after Labor Day most of the “Summer people” would be packing up to leave. For me it was an incredibly busy time. As I’d written in prior posts the move of the DP equipment was to be done that Saturday. The birthday party for both Elle’s and my father was that Saturday night. Sunday was the last of the regular races at the sailing club followed that night by the trophy presentations. Labor Day itself was when I had to get the boat and trailer ready to leave for the championships since I was planning on leaving Tuesday morning at around 6am.
Jay was the only one required to be there for the move of the equipment but there was no way I was going to miss it. When I arrived Jay was already there but so was Jo who also wasn’t required to be there. Seeing her in shorts was a refreshing change and I hoped it would lead to a “peek’ or two. The “riggers” (the official classification of the movers) got there at 7am and started right in. The County Center maintenance people had removed partitions on Friday so that the computer itself could be moved so there was no delay there. I have to admit I was surprised at how little time it took. It was a classic example of having people who knew what they were doing to get the job done. By 11am they were done. Jay had figured it would take at least six hours if not more. I’d told Elle I’d be home around three. Jo had even brought food from her family's restaurant. Jay said he wanted to get every piece of equipment up and running and we were all for it.
Because it was a holiday weekend the building’s main air conditioning was off... except in our new space. Our proprietary HVAC made the air in the room quite nice even though there were a few partitions missing that separated the hallway from our space. At month end there were always reports to be done but where we would’ve started them Friday we couldn’t as we had to prepare the equipment for the move. I think we were all surprised when each and every piece of equipment worked without a hitch. Jay looked at Jo and I and asked if we wanted to get a head start since we were already there and Monday was a holiday. We said “why not” and started right in.
Jo had brought food but nothing to drink. We’d been there since before 7am and Jay suggested we take a break, get something to drink, and go out to the lake and eat. We hadn’t done that in a while so it seemed like a good idea. We stopped at the delicatessen on the traffic circle and headed for our “spot”. As I described in earlier posts, the road ran right next to the lake on the North side of it. There was some underbrush that prevented people in cars from seeing the lake but there were a few places where people had cut it back making paths to the water. We’d found one that we liked as there were some large rocks where we could sit. Some were located just a few feet out into the lake and the others were right at the edge of the water. Jo, wearing shorts, waded out to a rock surrounded by water where she could dangle her feet. Jay and I took up rocks along the shore.
When we’d visited the lake in the past it was during the work week and there was little activity actually out on the lake itself. With this being Labor Day weekend it was entirely different. There were power boats with water skiers as well as small sailboats and people in canoes. Jo was sitting facing Jay with her back facing the lake. I didn’t see it coming but a wake from a power boat hit the rock that Jo was sitting on washing some water up and onto it. When Jo felt the water hit her she screamed and jumped off. As always, she responded with a smile and a laugh. I responded in a completely different way... pure delight.
Jo had worn a pair of pale yellow shorts and when the water splashed up and wet her bottom it made them somewhat transparent. I liked what I saw, for sure. Jay surprised me by making a comment along the lines that she looked like she’d wet her pants. I didn't respond. Upon hearing the remark she laughed again but made no effort to hide the wetness. She joined Jay on the rock where he was sitting and we finished up with our lunch. When she got up the wet spot on the rock was quite large. I waited for a few seconds so as to get a really good look at her backside. I loved VPL’s but when the person I was looking at was wearing a pair of wet pastel colored shorts, the view was especially good... good enough to start a bulge.
The “view” was almost as good when we got back to the office. Jo complained that her butt was cold because of the air conditioning. I thought it was funny and kept my eyes on her as much as I could while trying to get a few reports run. I left at 3pm and did so reluctantly. I certainly wished that Jo could wear shorts every day to work.
That night Elle and I had the annual dual birthday party for our fathers to go to. The only thing worth noting was that for the first time anyone not in our two families came. The party was at my parents house and they invited the next door neighbors to come over to share in the cake. They were about six or seven years older than Elle and I and about 25 years younger than my parents. However, they’d become close friends in just the few years they’d spent their Summers there. Almost every time I’d seen the lady she was wearing short shorts and this night was no different. She ended up sitting next to me and I could see about a half inch of her panties at the leg opening of her shorts. It was a “first” for me and made my night. All in all it was a very good day.
To be continued...
Thursday, June 09, 2011
MORE SUMMER FUN... August (Part 73j)
With Elle not teaching because of Summer break and the fact that I’d not made much extra money over the Summer our finances were getting quite tight. We agreed to make a two part list made up of “Needs” and “Wants”. Each of us could add to either list but we had to fully agree when buying anything on the “Wants” list. One that I’d written was to be able to go to the sailing championships. With the “Needs” list constantly growing because of the kids it seemed almost impossible for me to go. This time getting off from work was not in question because not only did I have time coming to me but Jo had trained Lucy to fill in for her and I’d trained Jo to do my work. It was purely money. The college student that had sailed with me to qualify was attending school only a short distance from where the races were to be held and the race schedule had only one conflict for him. He was excited about crewing for me and since he would be sleeping in his room on campus I wouldn’t have much, if any, expense on his part. As I mentioned earlier, the reason Elle wasn’t going was that school started the day after Labor Day, the day the championships were to begin. Elle had been offered two weeks of steady work filling in for a teacher on maternity leave. She’d gotten a raise and the two weeks were worth around $150, before taxes. I pleaded with her to let me go by telling her that this might be my last chance at competing at this level and she, reluctantly, agreed.
Jim and Andy had continued to press me on going to the stock car races and I told them that I would try as soon as sailing season was over. Andy had recruited another guy to go with them. He (and his wife) had bought Mac’s trailer and he had raced stock cars before going in the Air Force. On a night that I was home they dropped by to introduce the new guy... Eric. I liked him right from the start. A big, rugged guy from way upstate. He said he still had a race car back at home but had no way to get it. When we started talking I told him I’d like to see some pictures. We went back to his trailer and he brought out a small album. The car looked just like the one that Jim’s cousin raced. I thought it was great that there was now a racer living in the park.
The four of us were sitting on the patio in the dark when Eric’s wife arrived. She was working as a waitress at the diner just off the traffic circle and had just gotten off. Even though my eyes were accustomed to the dark I really couldn’t make out her features. I did notice, as she went up the steps to the trailer, that she had a nice round butt. I also remember making a mental note to myself that I wanted to see that butt in that uniform in the daylight.
Jay, as always, was very tight lipped about his personal affairs. The fact that he and Jo were close was common knowledge. However, nothing was ever mentioned about his wife and daughter. When Jay started putting some of his things up for sale I was hoping that he’d give a reason. The big surprise was when he said he was going to sell his El Camino. I asked “why” and he said he just didn’t have time for it. He also asked if he could borrow the Polaroid camera so he could take a few pictures of it to put on some “flyers” he was going to post. At the same time he told me that if I had any interest in the race car that he’d shown me that he’d give it to me. “Free” was a very popular word with me. After a brief discussion he even said he’d tow it from his house to the trailer park for me. I’m sure you’ve heard of “buyers remorse”. The night after I told him I’d take it I couldn’t sleep knowing that Elle would have fit when I told her. There was also the question of weather the “boys” who owned the park would let me store it there. The one good thing was that I now owned a race car... even if it was missing some very critical parts including the motor.
I started by asking if I could park it out where some of the old equipment for the trailer park was stored. Dick didn’t have a problem with it but Ben, in his usual negative way put some restrictions on it. The big one was easy in that I couldn’t run the motor. I told Dick that I was aiming to get it ready to race for the following Summer and that I’d put an advertisement on it for the trailer park. He liked that idea and even volunteered to let me order parts using the business name to get a discount. The car wasn’t even there yet and I was getting excited.
Jay found some wheels to put on the race car so he could flat tow it to the trailer park. I told Jim, Andy and Eric about it and they were there when it arrived. As I mentioned earlier, it was a wreck... rusted, dented and ugly. The first thing Eric said was that all the welding needed to be re-done. I just added that to a list I’d already started. I decided that it would be best to not tell Elle and I made all the guys promise not to discuss the car in front of their wives. Eric came up with a suggestion that would pretty much eliminate getting me in trouble with Elle. For discussion purposes, he would be the owner. It sounded good to me so we ended up going back to Eric's trailer. His wife was just leaving for work and my wish to see her nice tight butt, in uniform, was granted. The color of it was burgundy, trimmed in white. As she walked past us I made note of what I was sure was a panty line of a leg elastic. It's somewhat funny because I was paying more attention to that than what she looked like. When I realized it I tried to get a look through the car window but it was too late.
To be continued...
With Elle not teaching because of Summer break and the fact that I’d not made much extra money over the Summer our finances were getting quite tight. We agreed to make a two part list made up of “Needs” and “Wants”. Each of us could add to either list but we had to fully agree when buying anything on the “Wants” list. One that I’d written was to be able to go to the sailing championships. With the “Needs” list constantly growing because of the kids it seemed almost impossible for me to go. This time getting off from work was not in question because not only did I have time coming to me but Jo had trained Lucy to fill in for her and I’d trained Jo to do my work. It was purely money. The college student that had sailed with me to qualify was attending school only a short distance from where the races were to be held and the race schedule had only one conflict for him. He was excited about crewing for me and since he would be sleeping in his room on campus I wouldn’t have much, if any, expense on his part. As I mentioned earlier, the reason Elle wasn’t going was that school started the day after Labor Day, the day the championships were to begin. Elle had been offered two weeks of steady work filling in for a teacher on maternity leave. She’d gotten a raise and the two weeks were worth around $150, before taxes. I pleaded with her to let me go by telling her that this might be my last chance at competing at this level and she, reluctantly, agreed.
Jim and Andy had continued to press me on going to the stock car races and I told them that I would try as soon as sailing season was over. Andy had recruited another guy to go with them. He (and his wife) had bought Mac’s trailer and he had raced stock cars before going in the Air Force. On a night that I was home they dropped by to introduce the new guy... Eric. I liked him right from the start. A big, rugged guy from way upstate. He said he still had a race car back at home but had no way to get it. When we started talking I told him I’d like to see some pictures. We went back to his trailer and he brought out a small album. The car looked just like the one that Jim’s cousin raced. I thought it was great that there was now a racer living in the park.
The four of us were sitting on the patio in the dark when Eric’s wife arrived. She was working as a waitress at the diner just off the traffic circle and had just gotten off. Even though my eyes were accustomed to the dark I really couldn’t make out her features. I did notice, as she went up the steps to the trailer, that she had a nice round butt. I also remember making a mental note to myself that I wanted to see that butt in that uniform in the daylight.
Jay, as always, was very tight lipped about his personal affairs. The fact that he and Jo were close was common knowledge. However, nothing was ever mentioned about his wife and daughter. When Jay started putting some of his things up for sale I was hoping that he’d give a reason. The big surprise was when he said he was going to sell his El Camino. I asked “why” and he said he just didn’t have time for it. He also asked if he could borrow the Polaroid camera so he could take a few pictures of it to put on some “flyers” he was going to post. At the same time he told me that if I had any interest in the race car that he’d shown me that he’d give it to me. “Free” was a very popular word with me. After a brief discussion he even said he’d tow it from his house to the trailer park for me. I’m sure you’ve heard of “buyers remorse”. The night after I told him I’d take it I couldn’t sleep knowing that Elle would have fit when I told her. There was also the question of weather the “boys” who owned the park would let me store it there. The one good thing was that I now owned a race car... even if it was missing some very critical parts including the motor.
I started by asking if I could park it out where some of the old equipment for the trailer park was stored. Dick didn’t have a problem with it but Ben, in his usual negative way put some restrictions on it. The big one was easy in that I couldn’t run the motor. I told Dick that I was aiming to get it ready to race for the following Summer and that I’d put an advertisement on it for the trailer park. He liked that idea and even volunteered to let me order parts using the business name to get a discount. The car wasn’t even there yet and I was getting excited.
Jay found some wheels to put on the race car so he could flat tow it to the trailer park. I told Jim, Andy and Eric about it and they were there when it arrived. As I mentioned earlier, it was a wreck... rusted, dented and ugly. The first thing Eric said was that all the welding needed to be re-done. I just added that to a list I’d already started. I decided that it would be best to not tell Elle and I made all the guys promise not to discuss the car in front of their wives. Eric came up with a suggestion that would pretty much eliminate getting me in trouble with Elle. For discussion purposes, he would be the owner. It sounded good to me so we ended up going back to Eric's trailer. His wife was just leaving for work and my wish to see her nice tight butt, in uniform, was granted. The color of it was burgundy, trimmed in white. As she walked past us I made note of what I was sure was a panty line of a leg elastic. It's somewhat funny because I was paying more attention to that than what she looked like. When I realized it I tried to get a look through the car window but it was too late.
To be continued...
Tuesday, June 07, 2011
MORE SUMMER FUN... August (Part 73i)
One morning, as I was on my way out the door, Elle stopped me and handed me the keys to the station wagon. I gave her one of those ”what the hell are you giving me your keys for“ looks and she said that Millie, our next door neighbor had asked for a favor. I had no problem with that as she had watched the kids when Elle had been called in to teach and done it without compensation. What I didn’t like was the ”surprise“ factor, especially on my way out the door. What Millie wanted was for me to pick up a mattress that she’d purchased. I knew that her husband, Alvin, was in Texas for his work so just gave Elle another ”look” letting her know I wasn’t happy. I did tell her that I’d do it after work though.
We parked the station wagon on the West side of the trailer and off the street and when I got home that evening I parked it there. I was going to take the mattress off the roof and over to Millie’s but before I got it untied Elle was there to tell me to wait. I really hadn’t thought much about the whole thing, being preoccupied by work. However, this interruption got me to ask what was going on. Elle said she’d explain over supper so I followed her inside.
The mattress was for Janelle, Millie and Alvin’s older (and much prettier) daughter. As Elle started she asked if I remembered how Janelle had wet herself while baby sitting for us right after we’d moved in to the new trailer. I had to work hard at not smiling when she asked. Then she sort of reminded me of Janelle’s “accident” at the recent picnic. I really didn’t know where she was going with this but remembering Janelle in wet shorts was enough for the start of a bulge.
Elle and Millie had become really good friends and one of the things that they did together was to go grocery shopping. It was perfect for Elle because Millie could watch one the kids and Elle the other. They took turns driving which also worked well. A few weeks prior, when Millie was driving, Elle had decided, for some reason, not to wear even a partial package. When they left the grocery store Millie decided to go to a farm stand for fresh grown vegetables. Elle stayed in the car but before Millie was done Elle felt herself start to dribble. Knowing what was imminent, she stepped out of the car trying to hide between the car and the door. It wasn’t long before she was going full force. If they’d been using our station wagon Elle might’ve been able to get away with it because of the vinyl seat covers. However, Millie’s car had cloth seats and Elle had to tell Millie what had happened. I had thought that as close as they were that Elle would’ve told Millie about her “problem” by then but evidently she hadn’t. On their way home she did.
A little background on Alvin and Millie is needed here... Alvin was a throwback to the strong male who thought he knew everything about anything and who demanded complete control of the family. When the two of them were together you never heard much of anything come from Millie’s lips. For those of you old enough to remember the TV sitcom All in the Family... Archie and Edith Bunker... and how Archie would tell Edith to “STIFLE!” whenever she would offer an opinion... Well, this wasn’t a sitcom. However, when Millie was away from Alvin it was hard to shut her up. For me it was just babbling. Elle actually tried to listen.
Millie told Elle that Alvin had always held the girls on a tight “leash”. When he started having to go to Texas for weeks at a time the girls were able to manipulate Millie to get some freedom. However, Janelle got caught in her freshman year of high school and Alvin had really come down hard and scared her but, according to Millie hadn’t actually hit her. The result was that she wet her bed that night. Millie said it didn't start off as a problem but after any confrontation between Janelle and her father it would happen again. Millie managed to keep that from Alvin for quite a while but when he did find out he “unloaded” on her again. That only made it worse for Janelle as he accused her of doing it on purpose. Her punishment was that she had to sleep in her soiled sheets until the regular washday. That punishment made the situation worse and Millie said that Janelle was wetting about three times a week and that her mattress was “unsleepable”. She told Elle that she’d been putting away the coins from her shopping and had managed to get enough for a new one.
After hearing that I had an immediate dislike for Alvin. I really didn’t have that much contact with him so didn’t dwell on it and concentrated on the situation at hand. Janelle’s birthday was coming up and although it was not a typical present, Millie felt that she would appreciate it. The reason Elle held me up from taking it over to their trailer was that the girls were going baby sitting and Millie wanted it to be a surprise. Elle had some of the rubberized sheeting left over and wanted to give it to Millie to at least help protect the mattress when I carried it over. For my part I was disappointed that Janelle wasn’t going to be there.
In the almost four years Elle and I’d been married she hadn’t “ruined a mattress” There were some small stains but nothing major. When I went in to remove the old mattress I could hardly believe what I saw. I was somewhat used to the smell of stale urine but this was overpowering. Elle saw it as I carried it out and it caused her to ask Millie why she hadn’t put any “protection” over it and she just shrugged. As I put the new mattress in place Elle asked if Janelle wore anything to help keep the pee in place and she said no. I was listening to this dialog and wondering what the woman had been thinking by not trying to help her own daughter. I managed to get Elle’s attention and told her that she needed to show Millie what she wore. Of course Elle wasn’t too keen on doing that but I pushed her on it telling her that even if Millie didn’t pass it on to Janelle she should at least feel better for having tried to help.
Elle went home and picked out the least stained heavy cotton panties she had and a pair of plastic panties. It was time for the kids to go to bed and I volunteered to do it so Elle could go back over to Millie’s. I didn’t think she’d be gone that long and when the kids asked where mommy was I told them she was helping Janelle’s mommy. They like Millie so that pretty much satisfied them. It was an hour later before Elle returned... and without the things she’d taken. I asked how it went and she said she didn’t know. At least I felt good in knowing that we’d tried to help. Only time would tell if we did.
To be continued...
One morning, as I was on my way out the door, Elle stopped me and handed me the keys to the station wagon. I gave her one of those ”what the hell are you giving me your keys for“ looks and she said that Millie, our next door neighbor had asked for a favor. I had no problem with that as she had watched the kids when Elle had been called in to teach and done it without compensation. What I didn’t like was the ”surprise“ factor, especially on my way out the door. What Millie wanted was for me to pick up a mattress that she’d purchased. I knew that her husband, Alvin, was in Texas for his work so just gave Elle another ”look” letting her know I wasn’t happy. I did tell her that I’d do it after work though.
We parked the station wagon on the West side of the trailer and off the street and when I got home that evening I parked it there. I was going to take the mattress off the roof and over to Millie’s but before I got it untied Elle was there to tell me to wait. I really hadn’t thought much about the whole thing, being preoccupied by work. However, this interruption got me to ask what was going on. Elle said she’d explain over supper so I followed her inside.
The mattress was for Janelle, Millie and Alvin’s older (and much prettier) daughter. As Elle started she asked if I remembered how Janelle had wet herself while baby sitting for us right after we’d moved in to the new trailer. I had to work hard at not smiling when she asked. Then she sort of reminded me of Janelle’s “accident” at the recent picnic. I really didn’t know where she was going with this but remembering Janelle in wet shorts was enough for the start of a bulge.
Elle and Millie had become really good friends and one of the things that they did together was to go grocery shopping. It was perfect for Elle because Millie could watch one the kids and Elle the other. They took turns driving which also worked well. A few weeks prior, when Millie was driving, Elle had decided, for some reason, not to wear even a partial package. When they left the grocery store Millie decided to go to a farm stand for fresh grown vegetables. Elle stayed in the car but before Millie was done Elle felt herself start to dribble. Knowing what was imminent, she stepped out of the car trying to hide between the car and the door. It wasn’t long before she was going full force. If they’d been using our station wagon Elle might’ve been able to get away with it because of the vinyl seat covers. However, Millie’s car had cloth seats and Elle had to tell Millie what had happened. I had thought that as close as they were that Elle would’ve told Millie about her “problem” by then but evidently she hadn’t. On their way home she did.
A little background on Alvin and Millie is needed here... Alvin was a throwback to the strong male who thought he knew everything about anything and who demanded complete control of the family. When the two of them were together you never heard much of anything come from Millie’s lips. For those of you old enough to remember the TV sitcom All in the Family... Archie and Edith Bunker... and how Archie would tell Edith to “STIFLE!” whenever she would offer an opinion... Well, this wasn’t a sitcom. However, when Millie was away from Alvin it was hard to shut her up. For me it was just babbling. Elle actually tried to listen.
Millie told Elle that Alvin had always held the girls on a tight “leash”. When he started having to go to Texas for weeks at a time the girls were able to manipulate Millie to get some freedom. However, Janelle got caught in her freshman year of high school and Alvin had really come down hard and scared her but, according to Millie hadn’t actually hit her. The result was that she wet her bed that night. Millie said it didn't start off as a problem but after any confrontation between Janelle and her father it would happen again. Millie managed to keep that from Alvin for quite a while but when he did find out he “unloaded” on her again. That only made it worse for Janelle as he accused her of doing it on purpose. Her punishment was that she had to sleep in her soiled sheets until the regular washday. That punishment made the situation worse and Millie said that Janelle was wetting about three times a week and that her mattress was “unsleepable”. She told Elle that she’d been putting away the coins from her shopping and had managed to get enough for a new one.
After hearing that I had an immediate dislike for Alvin. I really didn’t have that much contact with him so didn’t dwell on it and concentrated on the situation at hand. Janelle’s birthday was coming up and although it was not a typical present, Millie felt that she would appreciate it. The reason Elle held me up from taking it over to their trailer was that the girls were going baby sitting and Millie wanted it to be a surprise. Elle had some of the rubberized sheeting left over and wanted to give it to Millie to at least help protect the mattress when I carried it over. For my part I was disappointed that Janelle wasn’t going to be there.
In the almost four years Elle and I’d been married she hadn’t “ruined a mattress” There were some small stains but nothing major. When I went in to remove the old mattress I could hardly believe what I saw. I was somewhat used to the smell of stale urine but this was overpowering. Elle saw it as I carried it out and it caused her to ask Millie why she hadn’t put any “protection” over it and she just shrugged. As I put the new mattress in place Elle asked if Janelle wore anything to help keep the pee in place and she said no. I was listening to this dialog and wondering what the woman had been thinking by not trying to help her own daughter. I managed to get Elle’s attention and told her that she needed to show Millie what she wore. Of course Elle wasn’t too keen on doing that but I pushed her on it telling her that even if Millie didn’t pass it on to Janelle she should at least feel better for having tried to help.
Elle went home and picked out the least stained heavy cotton panties she had and a pair of plastic panties. It was time for the kids to go to bed and I volunteered to do it so Elle could go back over to Millie’s. I didn’t think she’d be gone that long and when the kids asked where mommy was I told them she was helping Janelle’s mommy. They like Millie so that pretty much satisfied them. It was an hour later before Elle returned... and without the things she’d taken. I asked how it went and she said she didn’t know. At least I felt good in knowing that we’d tried to help. Only time would tell if we did.
To be continued...
Friday, June 03, 2011
MORE SUMMER FUN... August (Part 73h)
No one likes to hear about a death and my father was no different. He agreed it would be better if he told his father in person so he got in his car and took off while I stayed and talked with my mother for a few minutes. When I got back in my car I saw a bag in the back seat. It wasn’t mine but I really hadn’t paid any attention to what the girls had with them when we left work. Their house was only five minutes away and not out of my way at all so decided to just drop it off even though there wouldn’t be anyone there. It was sort of nostalgic driving down the road to their house as I remembered making grocery deliveries there a couple of times a week. There were three identical houses in a row and theirs was the one in the middle. I remembered that the back door was where everybody went in and out so planned to leave the bag on the back porch. As I drove up the driveway the view couldn’t have been scripted better. There was a clothes line strung from a pillar on the back porch over to the garage. It was one of those on a pulley so you could stand on the porch to hang clothes on the line and then move the line to add more. But another advantage was that people could walk under the line with minimal head ducking. On this day everything on the line was underwear... bras, panties and the father’s boxer briefs. But, as you already know, my focus was on the panties. I sat there and started to count the panties when I noticed someone in the yard next door. I quickly grabbed the bag and got out of the car and headed for the back porch. Even though I knew no one was home I knocked anyway. Actually, I knocked a few times and while I waited I was able to get a close look at what was on the line.
It was a pretty sight as they were all grouped by size. I don’t remember the total number of panties but I knew which belonged to the mother because they were bigger. The next group were nylon and since I’d seen GT’s panties when I’d cleaned the grease off her dress I pretty much assumed that they were hers. The next group were about the same size but I was pretty sure they were cotton. The last group were smaller than the rest so it made sense that they belonged to the younger sister. After putting the bag inside the screen door I hesitated at the top step as there were a pair of the mother’s panties blowing in my face. For a quick second I thought about taking them off the line but I dismissed the thought knowing that the girls would figure out how the bag ended up there. I also rationalized not taking them by saying to myself that they were too big anyway. Still, it was a nice memory of a bad news day.
HOME: Hanging over my head was the promise that I’d made to Elle that I’d let her friend Alice give me some tennis lessons. It wasn’t that I didn’t like tennis. It was that I didn’t have time for it. There were a number of things that I personally wanted to do but there weren’t enough hours in the day for them let alone time to play a silly game. However, I made the promise and had to live up to it. Thursday nights were the best for me. However, I wasn’t going to wear the ”tennis whites“ that Elle had made me wear a few times. Alice had no problem with that and focused on just two things... keeping my eyes on the ball all the way to the racket and then stepping in and turning my hips as I hit it. As I’d mentioned before I really wasn’t all that bad and Alice told me that my biggest problem was concentration. Hmmmm... As Alice was working with me three young women showed up and started hitting balls in the next court. Two were wearing tennis dresses (white) and the other was wearing a pair of very short shorts. I was looking that way every chance I got. The best ”look“ I got was of the girl in the shorts trying to reach over the net to fetch a ball on the other side. As she did her panties were sticking out of both legs. Oh my heart! She was very good looking and had a nice figure. It was no wonder that Alice was complaining about my lack of concentration.
Alice had a strange personality and one that seemed to always have me on edge. I’d mentioned it to Elle a few times and she said she didn’t see it at all. She was an attractive woman, maybe 10 pounds overweight and maybe five to seven years older that Elle and I. Back when she’d moved into the park I’d had an opportunity to see a pair of her panties up close. One of my favorite things was in knowing what brand of panties any female might be wearing and as Alice would hit balls to me I’d wonder if she was wearing the panties I’d seen. As I mentioned, I’d chosen not to wear ”tennis whites“ and so she’d chosen to wear a pair of dark plaid shorts which didn’t give off a good VPL so I was plumb out of luck in that category. When we finished up I told her I’d try to practice the things she’d been working on with Elle and that maybe we could have another lesson the following Thursday. She didn’t say yes and she didn’t say no. Seeing the players next to us wearing white and after having seen a couple of panty peeks I also told her that I’d dress ”properly“ if we did, hoping that maybe she would too.
To be continued...
No one likes to hear about a death and my father was no different. He agreed it would be better if he told his father in person so he got in his car and took off while I stayed and talked with my mother for a few minutes. When I got back in my car I saw a bag in the back seat. It wasn’t mine but I really hadn’t paid any attention to what the girls had with them when we left work. Their house was only five minutes away and not out of my way at all so decided to just drop it off even though there wouldn’t be anyone there. It was sort of nostalgic driving down the road to their house as I remembered making grocery deliveries there a couple of times a week. There were three identical houses in a row and theirs was the one in the middle. I remembered that the back door was where everybody went in and out so planned to leave the bag on the back porch. As I drove up the driveway the view couldn’t have been scripted better. There was a clothes line strung from a pillar on the back porch over to the garage. It was one of those on a pulley so you could stand on the porch to hang clothes on the line and then move the line to add more. But another advantage was that people could walk under the line with minimal head ducking. On this day everything on the line was underwear... bras, panties and the father’s boxer briefs. But, as you already know, my focus was on the panties. I sat there and started to count the panties when I noticed someone in the yard next door. I quickly grabbed the bag and got out of the car and headed for the back porch. Even though I knew no one was home I knocked anyway. Actually, I knocked a few times and while I waited I was able to get a close look at what was on the line.
It was a pretty sight as they were all grouped by size. I don’t remember the total number of panties but I knew which belonged to the mother because they were bigger. The next group were nylon and since I’d seen GT’s panties when I’d cleaned the grease off her dress I pretty much assumed that they were hers. The next group were about the same size but I was pretty sure they were cotton. The last group were smaller than the rest so it made sense that they belonged to the younger sister. After putting the bag inside the screen door I hesitated at the top step as there were a pair of the mother’s panties blowing in my face. For a quick second I thought about taking them off the line but I dismissed the thought knowing that the girls would figure out how the bag ended up there. I also rationalized not taking them by saying to myself that they were too big anyway. Still, it was a nice memory of a bad news day.
HOME: Hanging over my head was the promise that I’d made to Elle that I’d let her friend Alice give me some tennis lessons. It wasn’t that I didn’t like tennis. It was that I didn’t have time for it. There were a number of things that I personally wanted to do but there weren’t enough hours in the day for them let alone time to play a silly game. However, I made the promise and had to live up to it. Thursday nights were the best for me. However, I wasn’t going to wear the ”tennis whites“ that Elle had made me wear a few times. Alice had no problem with that and focused on just two things... keeping my eyes on the ball all the way to the racket and then stepping in and turning my hips as I hit it. As I’d mentioned before I really wasn’t all that bad and Alice told me that my biggest problem was concentration. Hmmmm... As Alice was working with me three young women showed up and started hitting balls in the next court. Two were wearing tennis dresses (white) and the other was wearing a pair of very short shorts. I was looking that way every chance I got. The best ”look“ I got was of the girl in the shorts trying to reach over the net to fetch a ball on the other side. As she did her panties were sticking out of both legs. Oh my heart! She was very good looking and had a nice figure. It was no wonder that Alice was complaining about my lack of concentration.
Alice had a strange personality and one that seemed to always have me on edge. I’d mentioned it to Elle a few times and she said she didn’t see it at all. She was an attractive woman, maybe 10 pounds overweight and maybe five to seven years older that Elle and I. Back when she’d moved into the park I’d had an opportunity to see a pair of her panties up close. One of my favorite things was in knowing what brand of panties any female might be wearing and as Alice would hit balls to me I’d wonder if she was wearing the panties I’d seen. As I mentioned, I’d chosen not to wear ”tennis whites“ and so she’d chosen to wear a pair of dark plaid shorts which didn’t give off a good VPL so I was plumb out of luck in that category. When we finished up I told her I’d try to practice the things she’d been working on with Elle and that maybe we could have another lesson the following Thursday. She didn’t say yes and she didn’t say no. Seeing the players next to us wearing white and after having seen a couple of panty peeks I also told her that I’d dress ”properly“ if we did, hoping that maybe she would too.
To be continued...
Wednesday, June 01, 2011
MORE SUMMER FUN... August (Part 73g)
I got her to get out and pointed to what I thought the problems were. I told her I just couldn’t do anything with the car right then but I’d give her a ride to work. It was probably close to 7pm by then and I knew I was in for ”hot tongue and cold shoulder“ at home. Because of those thoughts I didn’t pay much attention to Rena. Once at the restaurant she asked what she should do about her car. It made me feel bad in that it wasn’t my usual nature to just brush someone with a problem, off. Wanting to get home I told her to give me her keys and I’d try to get it fixed. With keys in hand I drove off wondering how I’d gotten myself into this mess.
As I drove into the trailer park I found I couldn’t take my usual route to my trailer. The back road was closed off and as I checked the situation out found there was a trailer in the middle of the road with a broken axle. To get home from there I had to use the road my first trailer was on and saw Lance working on another of his reclamation projects. I hadn’t seen him in a while so asked him about it. As he explained I got the idea to ask if he’d help me with Rena’s car. He truly was a ”motor head“ and upon hearing the situation explained he was ready to go right then and there. However, I still had on my good work clothes and knew I still had to face Elle and her wrath before we could go.
Elle's complaint wasn’t the situation (not that I told her ALL the details) but it was that I hadn’t called. She had supper ready at 6pm and I wasn’t there. As far as me leaving again she was mad enough that it didn’t really matter. I picked up Lance and we went back to the County Center and Rena’s car. He totally agreed with one part of my diagnosis and that the problem was primarily due to a broken distributor cap. The normal places to find auto parts were closed but, Lance being Lance, knew a place where he thought he could get what we needed. A little riding around and we were back. It only took a few minutes to change the offending part and when he went to start the car it roared to life right away. After hearing it run for a few minutes he confirmed the rest of my diagnosis in that the engine needed a tune up.
Lance followed me to the restaurant driving Rena’s car. I didn’t want see Rena so sent him inside with the keys. When he returned he had a big smile on his face and told me that when he’d told her that her car was outside she ”attacked“ him with her thanks. Actually, that was the very reason I didn’t want to take the keys to her.
However, in spite of my somewhat concerted efforts to avoid her at work she eventually caught up with me. Thankfully, we were in a hallway and her ”thanks“ were muted because there were people all around. I just knew there would be more to come.
As we approached the end of the month the special HVAC unit had been installed for our new space and Jay was itching to get us moved as soon as possible. Since the County only leased the equipment from Remington Rand they demanded that they handle the move. Even though the partitions for the internal area of the new space weren’t due in until the middle of September Jay wanted to get the equipment in and running as soon as possible. Unfortunately, Labor Day weekend appeared to be the best choice. It certainly wasn’t mine.
Jay and I were in the process of marking out the location for each piece of equipment when Gina, Leo’s secretary, came into the room. That usually meant that Leo wanted to see Jay and that wasn’t good. But this time she was looking for me. She wanted me to come back to the Audit and Control office but she wouldn’t tell me why. As I remember it the time was around 3pm. I was puzzled, for sure, and once inside the doors she pointed me towards GT’s desk. (GT being the cute, young blond) As I approached I could see she was upset and crying. She blurted out ”Grampy died“ and went through another crying spell. It took a few minutes for her to calm down and when she did she said she wanted me to know as soon as possible since my grandfather and her grandfather were best friends. Then she dropped the ”bomb“ on me and asked if I’d go with her to tell her sister, Terri, who worked in the Treasurer’s office.
Death and I were were strangers. When my mother’s mother died I was just six years old. I didn’t really know her and when she died I was living with my father’s parents so had no memory of it at all. I didn’t know what to say or how to act. When we walked into the Treasurer’s office and got someone to get her sister I was dreading having to give her the news. I was somewhat spared because when Terri saw GT she pretty much knew from the way she looked what had happened. It was then that the second ”bomb“ hit.
They both took the bus to and from work. When their mother called GT to tell her she asked that the girls go directly to her grandparents house. With no car they had no way... except for me. I was in another difficult situation not of my own making. Jay and I had been making good progress and it would make it rough on him if I left. Thankfully, payroll was not a factor at this time. I told the girls that I’d have to get the ”OK“ to leave and then went to Jay to explain what was happening. He said he had no problem with it but I wasn’t sure about that when I left.
The grandparents lived in a town a little more than half way from where we were to where Elle’s and my parents lived. Since it was mid afternoon traffic wasn’t bad so it only took about twenty minutes. GT wanted me to come inside but I wasn’t up for that. I promised her that I’d let my grandfather know as soon as I could. However, as I drove away I knew I didn’t want to be the one to tell him. My parents house was only 15 minutes away and I quickly decided I’d go tell my father and let him be the bearer of the bad news.
To be continued...
I got her to get out and pointed to what I thought the problems were. I told her I just couldn’t do anything with the car right then but I’d give her a ride to work. It was probably close to 7pm by then and I knew I was in for ”hot tongue and cold shoulder“ at home. Because of those thoughts I didn’t pay much attention to Rena. Once at the restaurant she asked what she should do about her car. It made me feel bad in that it wasn’t my usual nature to just brush someone with a problem, off. Wanting to get home I told her to give me her keys and I’d try to get it fixed. With keys in hand I drove off wondering how I’d gotten myself into this mess.
As I drove into the trailer park I found I couldn’t take my usual route to my trailer. The back road was closed off and as I checked the situation out found there was a trailer in the middle of the road with a broken axle. To get home from there I had to use the road my first trailer was on and saw Lance working on another of his reclamation projects. I hadn’t seen him in a while so asked him about it. As he explained I got the idea to ask if he’d help me with Rena’s car. He truly was a ”motor head“ and upon hearing the situation explained he was ready to go right then and there. However, I still had on my good work clothes and knew I still had to face Elle and her wrath before we could go.
Elle's complaint wasn’t the situation (not that I told her ALL the details) but it was that I hadn’t called. She had supper ready at 6pm and I wasn’t there. As far as me leaving again she was mad enough that it didn’t really matter. I picked up Lance and we went back to the County Center and Rena’s car. He totally agreed with one part of my diagnosis and that the problem was primarily due to a broken distributor cap. The normal places to find auto parts were closed but, Lance being Lance, knew a place where he thought he could get what we needed. A little riding around and we were back. It only took a few minutes to change the offending part and when he went to start the car it roared to life right away. After hearing it run for a few minutes he confirmed the rest of my diagnosis in that the engine needed a tune up.
Lance followed me to the restaurant driving Rena’s car. I didn’t want see Rena so sent him inside with the keys. When he returned he had a big smile on his face and told me that when he’d told her that her car was outside she ”attacked“ him with her thanks. Actually, that was the very reason I didn’t want to take the keys to her.
However, in spite of my somewhat concerted efforts to avoid her at work she eventually caught up with me. Thankfully, we were in a hallway and her ”thanks“ were muted because there were people all around. I just knew there would be more to come.
As we approached the end of the month the special HVAC unit had been installed for our new space and Jay was itching to get us moved as soon as possible. Since the County only leased the equipment from Remington Rand they demanded that they handle the move. Even though the partitions for the internal area of the new space weren’t due in until the middle of September Jay wanted to get the equipment in and running as soon as possible. Unfortunately, Labor Day weekend appeared to be the best choice. It certainly wasn’t mine.
Jay and I were in the process of marking out the location for each piece of equipment when Gina, Leo’s secretary, came into the room. That usually meant that Leo wanted to see Jay and that wasn’t good. But this time she was looking for me. She wanted me to come back to the Audit and Control office but she wouldn’t tell me why. As I remember it the time was around 3pm. I was puzzled, for sure, and once inside the doors she pointed me towards GT’s desk. (GT being the cute, young blond) As I approached I could see she was upset and crying. She blurted out ”Grampy died“ and went through another crying spell. It took a few minutes for her to calm down and when she did she said she wanted me to know as soon as possible since my grandfather and her grandfather were best friends. Then she dropped the ”bomb“ on me and asked if I’d go with her to tell her sister, Terri, who worked in the Treasurer’s office.
Death and I were were strangers. When my mother’s mother died I was just six years old. I didn’t really know her and when she died I was living with my father’s parents so had no memory of it at all. I didn’t know what to say or how to act. When we walked into the Treasurer’s office and got someone to get her sister I was dreading having to give her the news. I was somewhat spared because when Terri saw GT she pretty much knew from the way she looked what had happened. It was then that the second ”bomb“ hit.
They both took the bus to and from work. When their mother called GT to tell her she asked that the girls go directly to her grandparents house. With no car they had no way... except for me. I was in another difficult situation not of my own making. Jay and I had been making good progress and it would make it rough on him if I left. Thankfully, payroll was not a factor at this time. I told the girls that I’d have to get the ”OK“ to leave and then went to Jay to explain what was happening. He said he had no problem with it but I wasn’t sure about that when I left.
The grandparents lived in a town a little more than half way from where we were to where Elle’s and my parents lived. Since it was mid afternoon traffic wasn’t bad so it only took about twenty minutes. GT wanted me to come inside but I wasn’t up for that. I promised her that I’d let my grandfather know as soon as I could. However, as I drove away I knew I didn’t want to be the one to tell him. My parents house was only 15 minutes away and I quickly decided I’d go tell my father and let him be the bearer of the bad news.
To be continued...
Thursday, May 26, 2011
MORE SUMMER FUN... August (Part 73f)
As far as panty sightings at the sailing club it was a dull Summer. Ruthie, Jimbo’s wife wasn’t sailing this year as she was pregnant. None of us had seen anything of Frank’s wife and there were all sorts of rumors about why. In the previous Summer the majority of the people who crewed were female but not this year. There were a fair number of junior sailors, mostly male, who replaced them. Not very exciting in my eyes.
When it came time for the qualifying races for the National Championships even I chose a male to crew for me. The reason was that if I did qualify Elle wasn’t going to be able to go with me as school would be in session. I got lucky as a young man who I’d taught how to sail when I was still a teenager had graduated from college in June and was home visiting his parents before starting his first job. I coerced him into sailing with me. Long story short... we did well enough to be one of the qualifiers. The only other memorable thing was that when the trophies were handed out it was the wife of the head of the sailing club who did the honors. If there ever was a reason for being rich when old and wrinkled his wife was certainly a good example. She was a very attractive lady with blond hair, probably in her 30’s, wearing a white sleeveless dress. The trophies were on a table sitting on the dock and we, the competitors, were standing on the beach. When she stepped forward for the presentation the sun was directly behind her and she was like a silhouette standing there. She certainly had the attention of all the men. When I jumped up on the dock to get my trophy I could see the outline of her panties through her dress on her. One thing I distinctly remember was that more than one guy mentioned seeing the panties.
WORK: As far as the mundane, day to day things, it was going quite smoothly. I set a goal at the start of each payroll to try and beat the time of the previous one. Except for the power outage I’d been successful for the whole Summer. Jo had finally gotten Lucy to ”buy in“ to our laid back way of operating and once she did she fit right in. Jo spent some time showing her how she did the bill paying and that gave us some needed back up, especially since none of us had taken more than a day or two of vacation. However, even with that it was becoming clear that we needed more help.
Because I’d taken a Friday off and left early on another one I missed a few Friday night ”voyeur“ sessions with Rena, the girl who worked in purchasing. She made a point of speaking to me each and every time she saw me go into the new area. In some ways it was annoying but I was willing to put up with it for the opportunity for a ”peek“ or two. The first time she ever set foot in the operational Data Processing Room was the day she brought down a shipping notice to show Jay. It was for the special HVAC unit (air conditioning) for our new space. Of course it excited Jay because it meant we’d probably be moving within the month. When she came into the room I acknowledged but didn’t speak to her. She didn’t stay all that long, hesitating at the door as she left.
It wasn’t but probably a day later when she came up to me when I was alone in the cafeteria. She asked if I’d give her a tour of the Data Processing operation. I told her I would but it would have to be after work some day when nothing was going on. She seemed fine with that and I didn’t think anything more about it. The following Friday when I went down to the new DP space to kill time so the traffic would thin out by pushing some more boxes around (and, hopefully, to get a peek of Rena) I walked into the darkened Purchasing Department through the open back door but didn’t see Rena. There were six offices with a general work area in front of them where Rena worked and where I’d watched her change her clothes. I quietly called her name a few times and then she stepped out from one of the offices dressed in just a bra, panties and a slip over them. As I’ve said before, she was nothing special to look at but dressed like that... well... I was certainly looking.
I’ll admit I was a bit naive at that period of time and didn’t fully recognize that she was coming on to me. I remember her coy smile and the request for me to help button the back of her uniform but she never touched me which, I think, was why I didn’t feel threatened. The whole process took but a few minutes and as our stated stated goal was to leave around 5:30pm she proceeded to follow me into the the new DP area. We talked as I moved boxes around and I found her to be very inquisitive, asking intelligent questions about the whole DP process. She reminded me that I’d promised to give her a tour. It was probably somewhere near 5:30pm by then and I hesitated before saying that we could do it then.
As I showed her the different pieces of equipment she continued to ask good questions. The next thing I knew it was around 6pm. I cut short the tour using the fact that she was late for work. When we got out to the parking area her car wouldn’t stay running. It was an early 50’s Chevy and in pretty bad shape. I lifted the hood and it was obvious that it had been quite a while since anyone had done any work under there. She’d gotten out of the car and was looking at the same mess as I was. I pretty much knew it was useless to ask when the last time it was serviced. I told her to get back in and to try and start it again. It cranked over and tried to run but it just wouldn’t. With my experience with cars I figured that it needed points and spark plugs to start with if not a new distributor cap... and there was no way I was going to go get them at that point in time. When I went back to tell her I got an eye full... actually two. She was sitting half in and half out of the car with her left leg on the ground and the other one inside. Being August, it was hot. She had pulled the hem of her uniform up around her waist and I had one beautiful view of her crotch. It surprised me and I knew immediately that she saw the look on my face. But she didn’t react by pulling the dress back down, choosing to just sit there letting me ogle it. It took a few seconds to be able to speak and when I did she laughed. She made a comment along the lines of ”You looked like you’d never seen panties before,“ which made my embarrassment even greater. I was spared the double embarrassment of her seeing my bulge because I was on the other side of the door.
To be continued...
As far as panty sightings at the sailing club it was a dull Summer. Ruthie, Jimbo’s wife wasn’t sailing this year as she was pregnant. None of us had seen anything of Frank’s wife and there were all sorts of rumors about why. In the previous Summer the majority of the people who crewed were female but not this year. There were a fair number of junior sailors, mostly male, who replaced them. Not very exciting in my eyes.
When it came time for the qualifying races for the National Championships even I chose a male to crew for me. The reason was that if I did qualify Elle wasn’t going to be able to go with me as school would be in session. I got lucky as a young man who I’d taught how to sail when I was still a teenager had graduated from college in June and was home visiting his parents before starting his first job. I coerced him into sailing with me. Long story short... we did well enough to be one of the qualifiers. The only other memorable thing was that when the trophies were handed out it was the wife of the head of the sailing club who did the honors. If there ever was a reason for being rich when old and wrinkled his wife was certainly a good example. She was a very attractive lady with blond hair, probably in her 30’s, wearing a white sleeveless dress. The trophies were on a table sitting on the dock and we, the competitors, were standing on the beach. When she stepped forward for the presentation the sun was directly behind her and she was like a silhouette standing there. She certainly had the attention of all the men. When I jumped up on the dock to get my trophy I could see the outline of her panties through her dress on her. One thing I distinctly remember was that more than one guy mentioned seeing the panties.
WORK: As far as the mundane, day to day things, it was going quite smoothly. I set a goal at the start of each payroll to try and beat the time of the previous one. Except for the power outage I’d been successful for the whole Summer. Jo had finally gotten Lucy to ”buy in“ to our laid back way of operating and once she did she fit right in. Jo spent some time showing her how she did the bill paying and that gave us some needed back up, especially since none of us had taken more than a day or two of vacation. However, even with that it was becoming clear that we needed more help.
Because I’d taken a Friday off and left early on another one I missed a few Friday night ”voyeur“ sessions with Rena, the girl who worked in purchasing. She made a point of speaking to me each and every time she saw me go into the new area. In some ways it was annoying but I was willing to put up with it for the opportunity for a ”peek“ or two. The first time she ever set foot in the operational Data Processing Room was the day she brought down a shipping notice to show Jay. It was for the special HVAC unit (air conditioning) for our new space. Of course it excited Jay because it meant we’d probably be moving within the month. When she came into the room I acknowledged but didn’t speak to her. She didn’t stay all that long, hesitating at the door as she left.
It wasn’t but probably a day later when she came up to me when I was alone in the cafeteria. She asked if I’d give her a tour of the Data Processing operation. I told her I would but it would have to be after work some day when nothing was going on. She seemed fine with that and I didn’t think anything more about it. The following Friday when I went down to the new DP space to kill time so the traffic would thin out by pushing some more boxes around (and, hopefully, to get a peek of Rena) I walked into the darkened Purchasing Department through the open back door but didn’t see Rena. There were six offices with a general work area in front of them where Rena worked and where I’d watched her change her clothes. I quietly called her name a few times and then she stepped out from one of the offices dressed in just a bra, panties and a slip over them. As I’ve said before, she was nothing special to look at but dressed like that... well... I was certainly looking.
I’ll admit I was a bit naive at that period of time and didn’t fully recognize that she was coming on to me. I remember her coy smile and the request for me to help button the back of her uniform but she never touched me which, I think, was why I didn’t feel threatened. The whole process took but a few minutes and as our stated stated goal was to leave around 5:30pm she proceeded to follow me into the the new DP area. We talked as I moved boxes around and I found her to be very inquisitive, asking intelligent questions about the whole DP process. She reminded me that I’d promised to give her a tour. It was probably somewhere near 5:30pm by then and I hesitated before saying that we could do it then.
As I showed her the different pieces of equipment she continued to ask good questions. The next thing I knew it was around 6pm. I cut short the tour using the fact that she was late for work. When we got out to the parking area her car wouldn’t stay running. It was an early 50’s Chevy and in pretty bad shape. I lifted the hood and it was obvious that it had been quite a while since anyone had done any work under there. She’d gotten out of the car and was looking at the same mess as I was. I pretty much knew it was useless to ask when the last time it was serviced. I told her to get back in and to try and start it again. It cranked over and tried to run but it just wouldn’t. With my experience with cars I figured that it needed points and spark plugs to start with if not a new distributor cap... and there was no way I was going to go get them at that point in time. When I went back to tell her I got an eye full... actually two. She was sitting half in and half out of the car with her left leg on the ground and the other one inside. Being August, it was hot. She had pulled the hem of her uniform up around her waist and I had one beautiful view of her crotch. It surprised me and I knew immediately that she saw the look on my face. But she didn’t react by pulling the dress back down, choosing to just sit there letting me ogle it. It took a few seconds to be able to speak and when I did she laughed. She made a comment along the lines of ”You looked like you’d never seen panties before,“ which made my embarrassment even greater. I was spared the double embarrassment of her seeing my bulge because I was on the other side of the door.
To be continued...
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
MORE SUMMER FUN... August (Part 73e)
Sunday turned out to be a less than an optimum sailing/racing day. Cold (for August) and drizzling with hardly any wind. When I went to pick the others up Carol opted to stay home stating that sitting around a sailing club on a rainy day was not fun. When I stopped to pick Cat up I could tell by the look on her face that she wasn’t all that thrilled with the prospects for the day. Her thoughts matched Elle’s exactly and it was a fairly quiet ride to the ferry slip. Once on the island there was considerably less activity than on the previous day. As we lined up for the hoist I could see there were about five boats with no activity around them meaning less competition. However, all the boats who had a chance for a trophy were lined up and ready to go.
Both Buddy and I had rain gear for the girls to wear. However, back in those days they were stiff and made it hard to move around, especially in the tight quarters of the boat. Elle hated wearing it but disliked being cold even more. Because of less than optimum conditions the race officials set a much shorter course than usual. The main concern were the tidal flows as the wind was barely strong enough to overcome it. That put a lot of pressure on me to pick the right place to try and go through it. I got a decent start and when I made my move it seemed like everybody followed me. I was like the Pied Piper which worked in my favor. No one wanted to take a chance and they all waited for me. It was truly follow the leader... and I was the leader. I won the race which, by having two wins, guaranteed that I would get the first place trophy.
Elle and I hadn’t talked much during the race other than for me giving her specific directions as to what to do at different times. As I said, it was a short race and when we got back to the hoist it had been just a little over two hours since we’d left. Even with the rain gear on Elle was shivering as she started the climb up the ladder to shore. She was almost to the top when I saw something coming out from the leg openings. She’d almost made it without peeing.
Buddy and Cat hadn’t done all that well even with the lesser number of racers and was at the back end of the line waiting for the hoist. I immediately started disassembling the rigging getting it ready to trail home while Elle got into some dry clothes. I was finished when I saw Buddy’s boat approach the hoist area. As Cat climbed to the top I could see she was also shivering, even with the rain gear protecting her. I didn’t dare ask if she had fun because the look on her face gave me the answer. I told her that Elle was in the clubhouse and that I’d help Buddy and watched her walk away.
As Buddy didn’t finish in the top three in the standings there was no reason for him to stay. I had to if I wanted to get my trophy. When we finished getting Buddy’s boat ready to be trailed we both went inside to try and get warm. When we found Cat and Elle they both looked miserable with their hair still wet and messy. None of us had eaten but the club did have a snack bar so we headed in that direction. After changing the women had left their rain gear in a pile out side on the porch. Buddy was really anxious to get on line for the ferry before the big rush so he and Cat got a sandwich and headed out the door. I knew it’d be over an hour before it would be time for the trophy presentations so we just took our time. By the time they rang the bell to get our attention I’d completely forgotten about the rain gear.
After collecting our trophies (Elle got one as the crew) we headed for the car and boat which was ready to go. The only thing was there was no where to go. The line for the ferry was all the way back into the parking lot of the club. I remember actually turning the heat on in the car to help get Elle warm. After a half hour and little movement I sent Elle back into the clubhouse telling her to come and check each half hour. She was back within ten minutes to tell me that we’d forgotten the rain gear. Because it was all wet she didn’t want to pick it up so I had to go get it. I didn’t expect to see Buddy’s gear there as well. Being wet I didn’t want it in the car so just threw it into the boat. As I did I also saw some clothes. I reached in and saw it was the pair of bermuda shorts that Cat had been wearing when we picked her up. They were totally wet. I wondered why since she’d had on rain gear. I rooted around a bit more and found a pair of panties which were also soaking wet. I knew why Elle had clothes in with her rain gear but finding Cat’s things had me puzzled.
It was almost two hours before we were able to get on the ferry. I was dying to ask Elle if she knew anything about Cat’s clothes but was afraid to. As we drove back to our sailing club so I could leave the boat there I came up with an idea. Buddy’s parent’s cottage was up on the bluff behind the sailing club. I wanted to get the gear back to him so when we got out of the car I picked out our things including Elle’s shorts and panties that I knew would be there. Then, when I went through Buddy’s gear I pulled out the shorts but not the panties leaving them under a floorboard. I put a puzzled look on my face as I pulled the shorts out and onto the deck and asked Elle if she knew why they were there. I could see that she didn’t want to say anything but I then asked if Cat's rain pants had leaked. For whatever reason that question brought a smile to her face. That gave me a big opening to pursue it further.
Reluctantly, she explained that as Cat had gotten cold and started to shiver she started ”leaking“ and that by the time they made it to the dock she was ”leaked out“. I'd never heard of such a thing and actually accused her of making the story up but she stood by it. Then she told me that she’d also had some deep shivers that caused her to leak a bit too. Hearing about Cat's "leaks" gave me a different perspective about her, for sure.
I wrapped Cat’s shorts into the rain gear and piled it into Buddy’s boat. I stopped by his house to tell him but made sure I didn’t say anything about the shorts. As I talked to him I remembered the panties were still in my boat and under a floor board. I also remember chiding myself to remember they were there.. Those thoughts reminded me, again, that there were still a pair of panties buried inside my sail bag. But, there was nothing I could do about either of them until, hopefully, the next weekend... if I remembered. All in all it was a pretty bountiful weekend... two pair of panties and a first place trophy!
To be continued...
Sunday turned out to be a less than an optimum sailing/racing day. Cold (for August) and drizzling with hardly any wind. When I went to pick the others up Carol opted to stay home stating that sitting around a sailing club on a rainy day was not fun. When I stopped to pick Cat up I could tell by the look on her face that she wasn’t all that thrilled with the prospects for the day. Her thoughts matched Elle’s exactly and it was a fairly quiet ride to the ferry slip. Once on the island there was considerably less activity than on the previous day. As we lined up for the hoist I could see there were about five boats with no activity around them meaning less competition. However, all the boats who had a chance for a trophy were lined up and ready to go.
Both Buddy and I had rain gear for the girls to wear. However, back in those days they were stiff and made it hard to move around, especially in the tight quarters of the boat. Elle hated wearing it but disliked being cold even more. Because of less than optimum conditions the race officials set a much shorter course than usual. The main concern were the tidal flows as the wind was barely strong enough to overcome it. That put a lot of pressure on me to pick the right place to try and go through it. I got a decent start and when I made my move it seemed like everybody followed me. I was like the Pied Piper which worked in my favor. No one wanted to take a chance and they all waited for me. It was truly follow the leader... and I was the leader. I won the race which, by having two wins, guaranteed that I would get the first place trophy.
Elle and I hadn’t talked much during the race other than for me giving her specific directions as to what to do at different times. As I said, it was a short race and when we got back to the hoist it had been just a little over two hours since we’d left. Even with the rain gear on Elle was shivering as she started the climb up the ladder to shore. She was almost to the top when I saw something coming out from the leg openings. She’d almost made it without peeing.
Buddy and Cat hadn’t done all that well even with the lesser number of racers and was at the back end of the line waiting for the hoist. I immediately started disassembling the rigging getting it ready to trail home while Elle got into some dry clothes. I was finished when I saw Buddy’s boat approach the hoist area. As Cat climbed to the top I could see she was also shivering, even with the rain gear protecting her. I didn’t dare ask if she had fun because the look on her face gave me the answer. I told her that Elle was in the clubhouse and that I’d help Buddy and watched her walk away.
As Buddy didn’t finish in the top three in the standings there was no reason for him to stay. I had to if I wanted to get my trophy. When we finished getting Buddy’s boat ready to be trailed we both went inside to try and get warm. When we found Cat and Elle they both looked miserable with their hair still wet and messy. None of us had eaten but the club did have a snack bar so we headed in that direction. After changing the women had left their rain gear in a pile out side on the porch. Buddy was really anxious to get on line for the ferry before the big rush so he and Cat got a sandwich and headed out the door. I knew it’d be over an hour before it would be time for the trophy presentations so we just took our time. By the time they rang the bell to get our attention I’d completely forgotten about the rain gear.
After collecting our trophies (Elle got one as the crew) we headed for the car and boat which was ready to go. The only thing was there was no where to go. The line for the ferry was all the way back into the parking lot of the club. I remember actually turning the heat on in the car to help get Elle warm. After a half hour and little movement I sent Elle back into the clubhouse telling her to come and check each half hour. She was back within ten minutes to tell me that we’d forgotten the rain gear. Because it was all wet she didn’t want to pick it up so I had to go get it. I didn’t expect to see Buddy’s gear there as well. Being wet I didn’t want it in the car so just threw it into the boat. As I did I also saw some clothes. I reached in and saw it was the pair of bermuda shorts that Cat had been wearing when we picked her up. They were totally wet. I wondered why since she’d had on rain gear. I rooted around a bit more and found a pair of panties which were also soaking wet. I knew why Elle had clothes in with her rain gear but finding Cat’s things had me puzzled.
It was almost two hours before we were able to get on the ferry. I was dying to ask Elle if she knew anything about Cat’s clothes but was afraid to. As we drove back to our sailing club so I could leave the boat there I came up with an idea. Buddy’s parent’s cottage was up on the bluff behind the sailing club. I wanted to get the gear back to him so when we got out of the car I picked out our things including Elle’s shorts and panties that I knew would be there. Then, when I went through Buddy’s gear I pulled out the shorts but not the panties leaving them under a floorboard. I put a puzzled look on my face as I pulled the shorts out and onto the deck and asked Elle if she knew why they were there. I could see that she didn’t want to say anything but I then asked if Cat's rain pants had leaked. For whatever reason that question brought a smile to her face. That gave me a big opening to pursue it further.
Reluctantly, she explained that as Cat had gotten cold and started to shiver she started ”leaking“ and that by the time they made it to the dock she was ”leaked out“. I'd never heard of such a thing and actually accused her of making the story up but she stood by it. Then she told me that she’d also had some deep shivers that caused her to leak a bit too. Hearing about Cat's "leaks" gave me a different perspective about her, for sure.
I wrapped Cat’s shorts into the rain gear and piled it into Buddy’s boat. I stopped by his house to tell him but made sure I didn’t say anything about the shorts. As I talked to him I remembered the panties were still in my boat and under a floor board. I also remember chiding myself to remember they were there.. Those thoughts reminded me, again, that there were still a pair of panties buried inside my sail bag. But, there was nothing I could do about either of them until, hopefully, the next weekend... if I remembered. All in all it was a pretty bountiful weekend... two pair of panties and a first place trophy!
To be continued...
Sunday, May 22, 2011
MORE SUMMER FUN... August (Part 73d)
I was about to move the boat over to the hoist when I saw Buddy but not with Carol. It was Cat who was working on putting the sails on the sail track. Even though I knew I’d lose my preferred spot for the hoist I ran over to see what was going on. Buddy had one of those exasperated looks on his face when I asked what had happened. Carol had fallen during the week and sprained her wrist. Because Carol and Cat had become friends and Cat had expressed her love of sailing she thought she might like to race. Buddy contacted her and she agreed but she wasn't available until Saturday. And that was about it. I told him that the good news was that Friday’s race wasn't going to count so we were all even. I could see he liked that.
Cat was dressed in a pair of multi colored striped shorts and a blouse with the sleeves cut off at the shoulders. I was a bit disappointed as the stripes were a deterrent for a good VPL. I wished them ”good luck“ and headed for my boat.
We had a decent amount of wind and, as there were two races scheduled, the first one was fairly short. Elle actually made it through without peeing. We won which, as I remember it, was the first time with the new sails. When we came ashore for lunch I was surprised to see Carol. I hadn't realized that she had also come along. Her right hand and wrist were bandaged up. She’d brought sandwiches for Buddy’s and Cat’s lunch and had set up sort of a picnic area complete with a blanket. She asked if Elle and I wanted to join them. Of course we did and by pure luck I ended up just behind Cat. Seated on the blanket, every time she’d lean forward to get something, I’d get a slight DP (down pants). I was positive she was wearing a pair of Vanity Fair panties based upon the style of waist elastic. The problem was in not being too obvious with both Carol and Elle in the circle. It made for a nice lunch.
With panties on my mind I went over to my boat trailer and went digging into the sail bag before we went out for the second race. I found the still damp panties and with them still inside the bag, spread them out so I could find the label. But it wasn’t the label that caught my attention. It was the feel of them. They felt very similar to the Plymouth panties; very silky. When I found the label it read ”Lollipop“ and it said they were a size 6. I'd seen "Lollipop" panties before but they had always been cotton and band leg to boot. These had regular elastic for the legs but the waist elastic was covered with nylon, a sign of a quality panty. Of course I wondered where she'd gotten them. I wanted to pull them out to see just how big they were but I didn't dare. The size 6 on the label had me trying to remember Natalie as she climbed up the ladder the day before. Her butt didn’t seem all that big to me for her to be wearing a panty that large.
I knew I better get back before Elle came looking for me. As we packed up the lunch things Buddy noted that the wind was picking up. Cat had said that the wind was ”perfect“ for her in the morning race and I could see she was a bit concerned. I knew Elle didn’t like it when there was enough wind to make waves spray over the bow of the boat but also knew that it served a purpose in hiding what would probably be her peed in pants. I knew the afternoon race course was considerably longer and we’d probably be out for over three hours from the time we left the dock until we got back. I was just hoping that we could do well enough to keep the lead.
It was rough out in the bay where we were sent to race but it was nothing compared to what we’d raced in just a year before. Thankfully! We finished third and were in second place after two races. I still wasn’t sure I liked the new sails. We had an easy trip back to the harbor as the wind was now behind us. We waited for Buddy as he finished right behind us. As he sailed up to us I saw a sight that made me smile. Cat was sitting on the deck and it appeared that the waist band on her shorts had stretched from being wet. I could see a great DP. It ran all the way across her back and I’ll bet I could see three inches from the waist elastic down to the waist band of her shorts right at her spine. It was certainly a pleasant trip back although I had to watch that Elle didn’t catch where my eyes were focused.
After changing out of our wet clothes at the sailing club we worked it out that Buddy would leave his car walk to the ferry and then I’d drive them all home. Then, the next morning I'd pick them back up and drive my car over to the island so I'd be able to bring the boat back home. That way we’d save time and some money. When I pulled down the road to Cat’s in laws she asked what we all were doing that night. There was the usual Saturday night party hosted by one of our sailing club members to go to but Buddy and I had talked and weren’t that excited about it. Neither of us were ”drinkers“ and neither were our wives. The parties had gotten ”old“ and we’d all spent the whole day in the sun and were tired so we told her we had no real plans. Upon hearing that Cat invited us to come over after we'd eaten. I wasn’t expecting that and probably agreed too quickly. After a short discussion we all said we’d come back around 8pm.
As I said, Elle picked up on my quick response to Cat’s invitation and after leaving Buddy and Carol’s she let me know about it. I figured that I would be in for a long night. It was still quite light out and as I parked the car and immediately saw a pretty sight right in front of me... panties (and other clothes) on the wash line. And, as luck would have it, I had to walk past it to get to the back yard where the others were already seated. My eyes had been pretty good in thinking that Cat's panties were made by Vanity Fair back when I’d sat behind her at lunch. As I walked past then there was no doubt because, even though they were white they had the same lace treatment as the light blue Vanity pair panties I’d bought for Elle back when I was racing horses up in New England. Elle was sociable to the others but her treatment of me had a definite ”coolness“ to it. I knew she’d get over it and didn’t dwell on it and just enjoyed watching Cat's panties sway back and forth in the background.
To be continued...
I was about to move the boat over to the hoist when I saw Buddy but not with Carol. It was Cat who was working on putting the sails on the sail track. Even though I knew I’d lose my preferred spot for the hoist I ran over to see what was going on. Buddy had one of those exasperated looks on his face when I asked what had happened. Carol had fallen during the week and sprained her wrist. Because Carol and Cat had become friends and Cat had expressed her love of sailing she thought she might like to race. Buddy contacted her and she agreed but she wasn't available until Saturday. And that was about it. I told him that the good news was that Friday’s race wasn't going to count so we were all even. I could see he liked that.
Cat was dressed in a pair of multi colored striped shorts and a blouse with the sleeves cut off at the shoulders. I was a bit disappointed as the stripes were a deterrent for a good VPL. I wished them ”good luck“ and headed for my boat.
We had a decent amount of wind and, as there were two races scheduled, the first one was fairly short. Elle actually made it through without peeing. We won which, as I remember it, was the first time with the new sails. When we came ashore for lunch I was surprised to see Carol. I hadn't realized that she had also come along. Her right hand and wrist were bandaged up. She’d brought sandwiches for Buddy’s and Cat’s lunch and had set up sort of a picnic area complete with a blanket. She asked if Elle and I wanted to join them. Of course we did and by pure luck I ended up just behind Cat. Seated on the blanket, every time she’d lean forward to get something, I’d get a slight DP (down pants). I was positive she was wearing a pair of Vanity Fair panties based upon the style of waist elastic. The problem was in not being too obvious with both Carol and Elle in the circle. It made for a nice lunch.
With panties on my mind I went over to my boat trailer and went digging into the sail bag before we went out for the second race. I found the still damp panties and with them still inside the bag, spread them out so I could find the label. But it wasn’t the label that caught my attention. It was the feel of them. They felt very similar to the Plymouth panties; very silky. When I found the label it read ”Lollipop“ and it said they were a size 6. I'd seen "Lollipop" panties before but they had always been cotton and band leg to boot. These had regular elastic for the legs but the waist elastic was covered with nylon, a sign of a quality panty. Of course I wondered where she'd gotten them. I wanted to pull them out to see just how big they were but I didn't dare. The size 6 on the label had me trying to remember Natalie as she climbed up the ladder the day before. Her butt didn’t seem all that big to me for her to be wearing a panty that large.
I knew I better get back before Elle came looking for me. As we packed up the lunch things Buddy noted that the wind was picking up. Cat had said that the wind was ”perfect“ for her in the morning race and I could see she was a bit concerned. I knew Elle didn’t like it when there was enough wind to make waves spray over the bow of the boat but also knew that it served a purpose in hiding what would probably be her peed in pants. I knew the afternoon race course was considerably longer and we’d probably be out for over three hours from the time we left the dock until we got back. I was just hoping that we could do well enough to keep the lead.
It was rough out in the bay where we were sent to race but it was nothing compared to what we’d raced in just a year before. Thankfully! We finished third and were in second place after two races. I still wasn’t sure I liked the new sails. We had an easy trip back to the harbor as the wind was now behind us. We waited for Buddy as he finished right behind us. As he sailed up to us I saw a sight that made me smile. Cat was sitting on the deck and it appeared that the waist band on her shorts had stretched from being wet. I could see a great DP. It ran all the way across her back and I’ll bet I could see three inches from the waist elastic down to the waist band of her shorts right at her spine. It was certainly a pleasant trip back although I had to watch that Elle didn’t catch where my eyes were focused.
After changing out of our wet clothes at the sailing club we worked it out that Buddy would leave his car walk to the ferry and then I’d drive them all home. Then, the next morning I'd pick them back up and drive my car over to the island so I'd be able to bring the boat back home. That way we’d save time and some money. When I pulled down the road to Cat’s in laws she asked what we all were doing that night. There was the usual Saturday night party hosted by one of our sailing club members to go to but Buddy and I had talked and weren’t that excited about it. Neither of us were ”drinkers“ and neither were our wives. The parties had gotten ”old“ and we’d all spent the whole day in the sun and were tired so we told her we had no real plans. Upon hearing that Cat invited us to come over after we'd eaten. I wasn’t expecting that and probably agreed too quickly. After a short discussion we all said we’d come back around 8pm.
As I said, Elle picked up on my quick response to Cat’s invitation and after leaving Buddy and Carol’s she let me know about it. I figured that I would be in for a long night. It was still quite light out and as I parked the car and immediately saw a pretty sight right in front of me... panties (and other clothes) on the wash line. And, as luck would have it, I had to walk past it to get to the back yard where the others were already seated. My eyes had been pretty good in thinking that Cat's panties were made by Vanity Fair back when I’d sat behind her at lunch. As I walked past then there was no doubt because, even though they were white they had the same lace treatment as the light blue Vanity pair panties I’d bought for Elle back when I was racing horses up in New England. Elle was sociable to the others but her treatment of me had a definite ”coolness“ to it. I knew she’d get over it and didn’t dwell on it and just enjoyed watching Cat's panties sway back and forth in the background.
To be continued...
Friday, May 20, 2011
MORE SUMMER FUN... August (Part 73c)
Elle had gone to change into dry clothes while I put the boat and sails away. When she didn’t come back I went looking for the woman that was in the boat ahead of us on the tow in. I recognized the boat as it was what I would’ve called a pea soup green. There was no one around it but as I approached I recognized the shorts draped over the boom. When I got up to the boat itself I got a very unexpected surprise. Lying on the seats were a pair of panties and a bra. Oh my heart! There were people around other boats who were not paying attention to me at all. I wanted to check those panties out so badly but I had no idea what the third person who had been in the boat looked like so all I dared do was look at them from where I was standing. They were white with a lace treatment around the leg elastics. They were definitely not five and dime panties. I waited for a few minutes, debating on weather to try and slip them off the seat and into my pocket or to leave them. Just as I decided to walk away I saw the woman I was looking for headed in my direction. Before I could open my mouth she called out my name. I was really glad I’d left the panties where they were.
After pleasantries about our families she told me that she’d just finished up with the Peace Corps and was taking the Summer off. She said the boat hadn’t been sailed in years and after some persuasion she got her father to put it in the water for her to race. That was when I asked about Natalie and what had happened. She laughed and said I didn’t want to know but I pressed her a bit on it. Still laughing she said that Natalie needed a bathroom and she’d told her to jump in before she peed in her boat. When she started to pee while sitting on the deck she’d pushed her overboard. Of course hearing that I had the start of a bulge. Natalie wasn’t all that good looking, at least when her hair was all wet but the idea of another female peeing herself was exciting for me to hear about. By then I saw Elle over by my boat so told Gail I’d see her the next day. As I walked away I was relieved that I hadn’t touched the panties but there was still like a magnetic pull with me wanting to see them up close.
While picking up my sails and Elle’s wet clothes from my boat I noticed Gail and two others climb into a car. I decided to make one last stab at getting to see the panties and told Elle I wanted to use the men’s room inside the clubhouse. I had to walk near Gail’s boat to get there and as I got close looked around and saw absolutely no one in the area. I casually walked by and dropped my hand inside the cockpit. I snagged the panties and stuffed them into my pants pocket. What I hadn’t figured on was that they were still wet and by the time I got to the clubhouse the wetness had worked it’s way through and was very obvious. I was in a quandary as to what to do and what I could say to explain it to Elle.
Inside the men’s room I took the panties out and balled them up in my hand. I decided I’d try to sneak them into the sail bag when I got back to the boat. Then, as I was about to walk out this guy went to one of the sinks to wash his hands and the water came out so hard and fast that it splashed up and out of the sink and onto the front of his pants. There was my excuse right in front of me. I was successful in both endeavors... hiding the panties and fooling Elle. I just had to find a reason to get into the sail bag to inspect the panties but I pretty much knew I’d have to be patient and wait.
We were leaving the kids overnight with Elle’s parents but had promised that we’d eat with them. A meal at Elle’s mother’s was always a treat. My favorite dessert was lemon meringue pie and she usually would make one when she knew we were coming. She looked at as a ”bribe“ but it really wasn’t as I had no problem with either of her parents. It was just that I/we were too busy to do it that often. When dinner was finished and we were about to leave some old family friends of Elle’s parents dropped by. They were actually Elle’s godparents and so we ended up staying much later than planned. And that pretty much messed up my plans for and with Elle that night. When we finally left Elle was almost asleep on her feet which meant there wouldn’t be any ”play time“ when we got to the trailer. I actually forgot about the purloined panties as well.
There was certainly no ”play time“ in the morning as we had to leave the trailer around 7am. The start of the first race was at 10am and it was an hour just to get there. Elle had washed out her brown sailing shorts at her mother’s and promptly forgot them so she had to pick out something else to wear. Being embarrassed by her big wet spot the day before she chose the yellow clamdiggers that Alice had given her a few weeks earlier. It was her reasoning that the yellow pants would somewhat hide her wet butt. At least that was her thought.
I’d wanted to check up on Buddy and Carol and call them but being preoccupied with Elle’s parents and godparents it had slipped my mind. As we headed for the ferry I, again, looked for his boat. Not seeing it I was hoping that everything was OK. It wasn’t until I went to take the sails out of the sail bag that Natalie’s panties came to mind. Actually, it was more that they came out with the sails and fell on the floorboards. Thankfully, Elle had gone to the ladies room because I didn’t find them until just before she reappeared. I know I was still flushed from embarrassment when she walked up as I was stuffing them back into the sail bag.
To be continued...
Elle had gone to change into dry clothes while I put the boat and sails away. When she didn’t come back I went looking for the woman that was in the boat ahead of us on the tow in. I recognized the boat as it was what I would’ve called a pea soup green. There was no one around it but as I approached I recognized the shorts draped over the boom. When I got up to the boat itself I got a very unexpected surprise. Lying on the seats were a pair of panties and a bra. Oh my heart! There were people around other boats who were not paying attention to me at all. I wanted to check those panties out so badly but I had no idea what the third person who had been in the boat looked like so all I dared do was look at them from where I was standing. They were white with a lace treatment around the leg elastics. They were definitely not five and dime panties. I waited for a few minutes, debating on weather to try and slip them off the seat and into my pocket or to leave them. Just as I decided to walk away I saw the woman I was looking for headed in my direction. Before I could open my mouth she called out my name. I was really glad I’d left the panties where they were.
After pleasantries about our families she told me that she’d just finished up with the Peace Corps and was taking the Summer off. She said the boat hadn’t been sailed in years and after some persuasion she got her father to put it in the water for her to race. That was when I asked about Natalie and what had happened. She laughed and said I didn’t want to know but I pressed her a bit on it. Still laughing she said that Natalie needed a bathroom and she’d told her to jump in before she peed in her boat. When she started to pee while sitting on the deck she’d pushed her overboard. Of course hearing that I had the start of a bulge. Natalie wasn’t all that good looking, at least when her hair was all wet but the idea of another female peeing herself was exciting for me to hear about. By then I saw Elle over by my boat so told Gail I’d see her the next day. As I walked away I was relieved that I hadn’t touched the panties but there was still like a magnetic pull with me wanting to see them up close.
While picking up my sails and Elle’s wet clothes from my boat I noticed Gail and two others climb into a car. I decided to make one last stab at getting to see the panties and told Elle I wanted to use the men’s room inside the clubhouse. I had to walk near Gail’s boat to get there and as I got close looked around and saw absolutely no one in the area. I casually walked by and dropped my hand inside the cockpit. I snagged the panties and stuffed them into my pants pocket. What I hadn’t figured on was that they were still wet and by the time I got to the clubhouse the wetness had worked it’s way through and was very obvious. I was in a quandary as to what to do and what I could say to explain it to Elle.
Inside the men’s room I took the panties out and balled them up in my hand. I decided I’d try to sneak them into the sail bag when I got back to the boat. Then, as I was about to walk out this guy went to one of the sinks to wash his hands and the water came out so hard and fast that it splashed up and out of the sink and onto the front of his pants. There was my excuse right in front of me. I was successful in both endeavors... hiding the panties and fooling Elle. I just had to find a reason to get into the sail bag to inspect the panties but I pretty much knew I’d have to be patient and wait.
We were leaving the kids overnight with Elle’s parents but had promised that we’d eat with them. A meal at Elle’s mother’s was always a treat. My favorite dessert was lemon meringue pie and she usually would make one when she knew we were coming. She looked at as a ”bribe“ but it really wasn’t as I had no problem with either of her parents. It was just that I/we were too busy to do it that often. When dinner was finished and we were about to leave some old family friends of Elle’s parents dropped by. They were actually Elle’s godparents and so we ended up staying much later than planned. And that pretty much messed up my plans for and with Elle that night. When we finally left Elle was almost asleep on her feet which meant there wouldn’t be any ”play time“ when we got to the trailer. I actually forgot about the purloined panties as well.
There was certainly no ”play time“ in the morning as we had to leave the trailer around 7am. The start of the first race was at 10am and it was an hour just to get there. Elle had washed out her brown sailing shorts at her mother’s and promptly forgot them so she had to pick out something else to wear. Being embarrassed by her big wet spot the day before she chose the yellow clamdiggers that Alice had given her a few weeks earlier. It was her reasoning that the yellow pants would somewhat hide her wet butt. At least that was her thought.
I’d wanted to check up on Buddy and Carol and call them but being preoccupied with Elle’s parents and godparents it had slipped my mind. As we headed for the ferry I, again, looked for his boat. Not seeing it I was hoping that everything was OK. It wasn’t until I went to take the sails out of the sail bag that Natalie’s panties came to mind. Actually, it was more that they came out with the sails and fell on the floorboards. Thankfully, Elle had gone to the ladies room because I didn’t find them until just before she reappeared. I know I was still flushed from embarrassment when she walked up as I was stuffing them back into the sail bag.
To be continued...
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
MORE SUMMER FUN... August (Part 73b)
When we got to the ferry slip on Friday morning I had a very smug feeling. Seeing the long line of cars with boat trailers behind them all lined up had me patting myself on the back for forethought. We parked the car on the mainland and walked on the ferry with my sailbag over my shoulder. As I’ve mentioned the three ferries were very small. They could only handle three cars that had boat trailers at a time. As we boarded the ferry I was looking for my friend Buddy and his wife Carol. He’d indicated that he’d be racing on Friday the last time I’d seen him but there was no sign of his boat either in line for the ferry or on it.
All I had to do was put the sails on the mast and boom and then take the boat over to the hoist. I don’t think I’d ever been the first one in the water in all the years I’d sailed in this event. When it was time to head out to start the races there was very little wind. That was the direct opposite of the conditions from one year ago. We actually had to paddle part of the way to the starting line. The start was in the opening to the harbor, just on the fringe of where the tides were fairly strong. The tide was going out which was exactly the wrong way for the way the course was laid out. If you got into the middle of the tidal water it was flowing at about 3 knots and hour. The wind, when there was any, was about 2 to 3 mph which meant the tides were pushing us faster in the wrong direction than we were capable of going the right way. Very frustrating!
There was a three hour time limit for the first boat to cross the finish line. That was a joke. No one had even rounded the first mark two hours after the start. When the race officials finally figured that out they canceled the race. We’d been in the boat for over three hours and Elle, naturally, had peed. The problem with that, while racing at this location, was that unless there was a lot of wind with waves there was no logical way for Elle to get wet enough to hide that fact. At our local sailing club she would get wet to her waist right after we launched the boats off the beach. On top of the fact that there were no waves to splash her was that these shorts were brown. When dry they were the same color as the powder you would use to make chocolate milk. When wet they were the color of semi sweet chocolate. Elle had peed while sitting on the deck and then wanted me to heel (lean) the boat over enough for her to get her butt wet. When I did it only made the situation worse as the dark brown color was now all across her bottom. I told her she could always jump overboard but that didn’t go over so well.
When they called the race off they sent launches out from the club to tow the boats in. We ended up as the last of seven boats in our tow. The boat right in front of us was a bigger one than mine and had three people for crew. It also had seats in the cockpit which made it a much more comfortable boat to sail/race in which Elle kept reminding me. There were three females in the boat front of us and as they threw us a tow line I thought I recognized the one who was skippering it. We were all told that the launch would have to stop the tow at the mouth of the harbor because there were just too many boats moored inside it. That meant we’d have to paddle. As I climbed up to the bow (front) I noticed the three women horsing around. One was sitting on the deck with her feet in the water. I couldn’t hear what they were saying. I wasn’t looking at them when I heard a scream. I looked up and saw the girl who’d been sitting on the deck in the water. There was a lot of yelling but it was obvious to me that the girl in the water was not in any trouble. It was that she was mad about being pushed overboard. I was paddling towards their boat and saw the other two trying to get her back on board. It just wasn’t working. She was fairly short and the sides of the boat were too high for her to help herself. The other two were trying to drag her, by her arms, up and into the boat but it was also obvious they were hurting her by doing so. By then I was almost up to them. The sides of my boat were considerably lower so I offered to help her aboard and she, visibly upset, agreed.
She was dressed in shorts and a sleeveless blouse which was plastered tightly to her chest. Her name was Natalie and when we asked her what had happened all she’d say was that she got pushed overboard. It was a bit awkward. I did ask the name of the woman who was skippering the boat she’d been on and when she told me I recognized it immediately. She was the oldest daughter of one of my father’s college roommates. I remembered her from when I (and she) were much younger and our parents would get together during Summers. She had a sister who was my age and a brother, Jon, who was a few years younger. Jon and I had been fairly friendly up until I stopped coming home from college during Summer break and then I lost track of the whole family. I wanted to touch base with her once we got ashore.
The tide was almost dead low when we got to the hoist area. That meant the crews had to climb up a ladder that was nailed to the bulkhead to get off the boats. It was probably eight feet to the top. I honestly hadn’t thought about it until Natalie started to climb up the ladder and then I got one of the best VPL’s imaginable. To climb up the ladder you had to stick your butt out and away from the rungs of the ladder. With her wet shorts already sticking to her body, her panties were perfectly outlined. I could even see the side seams. The only problem was that Elle caught me watching her as she made her way to the top and gave me a smack. The thing that saved me from showing a very obvious bulge was that my sails were pretty much wrapped all around me. Normally, Elle showing a VPL would ”charge me up“ and she did when it was her turn to climb up. Her wet brown shorts did show a nice one but it was Natalie’s that won the prize for the day.
To be continued...
When we got to the ferry slip on Friday morning I had a very smug feeling. Seeing the long line of cars with boat trailers behind them all lined up had me patting myself on the back for forethought. We parked the car on the mainland and walked on the ferry with my sailbag over my shoulder. As I’ve mentioned the three ferries were very small. They could only handle three cars that had boat trailers at a time. As we boarded the ferry I was looking for my friend Buddy and his wife Carol. He’d indicated that he’d be racing on Friday the last time I’d seen him but there was no sign of his boat either in line for the ferry or on it.
All I had to do was put the sails on the mast and boom and then take the boat over to the hoist. I don’t think I’d ever been the first one in the water in all the years I’d sailed in this event. When it was time to head out to start the races there was very little wind. That was the direct opposite of the conditions from one year ago. We actually had to paddle part of the way to the starting line. The start was in the opening to the harbor, just on the fringe of where the tides were fairly strong. The tide was going out which was exactly the wrong way for the way the course was laid out. If you got into the middle of the tidal water it was flowing at about 3 knots and hour. The wind, when there was any, was about 2 to 3 mph which meant the tides were pushing us faster in the wrong direction than we were capable of going the right way. Very frustrating!
There was a three hour time limit for the first boat to cross the finish line. That was a joke. No one had even rounded the first mark two hours after the start. When the race officials finally figured that out they canceled the race. We’d been in the boat for over three hours and Elle, naturally, had peed. The problem with that, while racing at this location, was that unless there was a lot of wind with waves there was no logical way for Elle to get wet enough to hide that fact. At our local sailing club she would get wet to her waist right after we launched the boats off the beach. On top of the fact that there were no waves to splash her was that these shorts were brown. When dry they were the same color as the powder you would use to make chocolate milk. When wet they were the color of semi sweet chocolate. Elle had peed while sitting on the deck and then wanted me to heel (lean) the boat over enough for her to get her butt wet. When I did it only made the situation worse as the dark brown color was now all across her bottom. I told her she could always jump overboard but that didn’t go over so well.
When they called the race off they sent launches out from the club to tow the boats in. We ended up as the last of seven boats in our tow. The boat right in front of us was a bigger one than mine and had three people for crew. It also had seats in the cockpit which made it a much more comfortable boat to sail/race in which Elle kept reminding me. There were three females in the boat front of us and as they threw us a tow line I thought I recognized the one who was skippering it. We were all told that the launch would have to stop the tow at the mouth of the harbor because there were just too many boats moored inside it. That meant we’d have to paddle. As I climbed up to the bow (front) I noticed the three women horsing around. One was sitting on the deck with her feet in the water. I couldn’t hear what they were saying. I wasn’t looking at them when I heard a scream. I looked up and saw the girl who’d been sitting on the deck in the water. There was a lot of yelling but it was obvious to me that the girl in the water was not in any trouble. It was that she was mad about being pushed overboard. I was paddling towards their boat and saw the other two trying to get her back on board. It just wasn’t working. She was fairly short and the sides of the boat were too high for her to help herself. The other two were trying to drag her, by her arms, up and into the boat but it was also obvious they were hurting her by doing so. By then I was almost up to them. The sides of my boat were considerably lower so I offered to help her aboard and she, visibly upset, agreed.
She was dressed in shorts and a sleeveless blouse which was plastered tightly to her chest. Her name was Natalie and when we asked her what had happened all she’d say was that she got pushed overboard. It was a bit awkward. I did ask the name of the woman who was skippering the boat she’d been on and when she told me I recognized it immediately. She was the oldest daughter of one of my father’s college roommates. I remembered her from when I (and she) were much younger and our parents would get together during Summers. She had a sister who was my age and a brother, Jon, who was a few years younger. Jon and I had been fairly friendly up until I stopped coming home from college during Summer break and then I lost track of the whole family. I wanted to touch base with her once we got ashore.
The tide was almost dead low when we got to the hoist area. That meant the crews had to climb up a ladder that was nailed to the bulkhead to get off the boats. It was probably eight feet to the top. I honestly hadn’t thought about it until Natalie started to climb up the ladder and then I got one of the best VPL’s imaginable. To climb up the ladder you had to stick your butt out and away from the rungs of the ladder. With her wet shorts already sticking to her body, her panties were perfectly outlined. I could even see the side seams. The only problem was that Elle caught me watching her as she made her way to the top and gave me a smack. The thing that saved me from showing a very obvious bulge was that my sails were pretty much wrapped all around me. Normally, Elle showing a VPL would ”charge me up“ and she did when it was her turn to climb up. Her wet brown shorts did show a nice one but it was Natalie’s that won the prize for the day.
To be continued...
Sunday, May 15, 2011
MORE SUMMER FUN... August (Part 72a)
SAILING... As I’ve written about earlier, the big sailing event of the Summer was when all 11 sailing clubs in the region get together the first weekend of August. It was always a three day affair held on a small island with the only access via a small ferry. The biggest problem with the location was getting the boats over to the island (and, eventually, getting them off). Not all the competitors raced on Friday as there were a total of four races with the best three counting so those who couldn’t get the day off could “drop” that race. Even with that there was always a “crush” of cars and boats trying to get on the ferries. I’d not taken any time off and since I’d gotten the payroll checks to the Treasurer’s office early on Thursday decided that I’d take the afternoon off to get a head start and take the boat over that evening. I called Elle to tell her to make up some sandwiches and we’d have a sort of picnic once we got there.
When I got home Elle had everything ready and all I had to do was change my clothes. It was a pleasant surprise to find Elle in a summer dress. Of course I had to check out what she was wearing under it and found that she had on two pair of nylon panties. That was unusual and I made sure to tell her I appreciated it. It was about a half hour to the sailing club and, as I’d readied the boat for trailing after the previous Sunday’s races, all I had to do was drop the trailer onto the hitch to continue the trip. It was another half hour or so to the ferry slip and then a slight wait to get on the ferry. I was really pleased with how quickly it had gone. When we pulled into the parking lot all I had to do was unhitch the trailer and then look for a place to eat.
Jean, my oldest child, was really excited as it had been her first time on any kind of a boat and she really seemed to enjoy the wind blowing in her face. The sailing club had benches that looked out onto the water where we chose to eat. By then it was approaching two hours since we’d left home and I knew Elle would be looking for a bathroom soon. There was very little activity around the club at that time. There was no one within a 100 yards of where we’d settled. I’d been playing a “game” with Elle since the warm weather arrived in which I’d sort of “bribe” her to wet her panties. Mostly it was in or around the trailer so as not to put her in an embarrassing situation. But, with her in a dress and no one around I asked if she’d “tinkle” in her panties right there on the bench. As you can imagine her immediate response was an emphatic “NO!”. The “bribes” I’d used were mostly agreeing to do things that she’d been nagging me to do. As I remember it they were mostly things that didn’t need doing right away but annoyed Elle. However, the one thing that she kept harping on was for me to make an honest effort to learn how to play tennis. It wasn’t that I hated tennis. It was more that I didn’t have time for it between working late, doing yard chores, visiting with my grandparents and racing the sailboat. I hadn’t even gone to the stock car races but once all season. After the “no“ she’d stood up as if to head for the clubhouse. I grabbed her wrist and sort of pleaded with her. I told her I’d do what she wanted and that was to have Alice give me some ”pointers“. That’s when she hesitated. The kids were munching down on their peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and not paying attention to us. Elle stood there for a few seconds and then asked how I wanted her to do it. I remember my penis being jammed into my pants and hurting after I heard those words.
She was standing with her back to the water and facing me I took her hand and drew her closer to me and then started to put my hand between her legs. She started to back away and told me the deal was for her to just ”tinkle“ and nothing more. I nodded in agreement and she stepped back again. She then pulled the hem of her dress up by putting her hands on her hips and sliding them up so that I could see a few inches above her knees. She spread her feet apart maybe six or so inches and then let it go. The part I remember the most was the puddle I saw form in the grass under her. It was sort of bittersweet for me. I got what I asked for but not what I wanted. I was sitting there with this huge bulge and wasn’t allowed to touch her or her panties.
With the kids getting restless Elle promised ice cream if they would settle down. Actually, Jean was anxious to go because she wanted to ride on the ferry again. As it was approaching their bedtime I was hoping that they’d fall asleep once they got in the car. At least that was my hope... but it wasn’t to be. The fresh air while on the ferry seemed to energize them. As soon as the boat docked Jean started chanting Ice cream! Ice cream!“. so I knew where we were headed.
One of Elle’s high school classmates had married into the family that owned the local ice cream parlor. When we walked in I saw this woman bending over next to a table picking up some trash. She was wearing a pink uniform and I got a nice VPL. It turned out to be Stacy, Elle’s classmate. I recognized her even though she’d put on weight since school. She had one of those ”china doll“ faces that always seemed perfect. I always hate to describe a female as ”handsome“ but I don’t know any other way to describe her. In any case she and Elle hugged and that started their reunion. I got stuck with ordering the ice cream for the kids. For a short while It was like the kids and I weren’t even there as Elle and Stacy sat there jabbering. I had my hands full trying to feed Anne her ice cream and trying to keep Jean from spilling hers onto the floor.
Elle ”rediscovered“ me just about the time all the ice cream had been eaten. I was a little upset until I saw that Elle had forgotten that her panties were wet and had sat on her skirt. It wasn’t that obvious but since I was always looking could see the slight discoloration on the back of it. Stacy was alone in the store at the time and told us that her husband would be back soon as the crowd from the movie theater would be in. Even though I’d hoped for another VPL I used that as a cue to leave. I didn’t want to put Elle in an embarrassing situation. As we got into the car I told her of my observation and rather than being upset she laughed. That was a very good sign!
To be continued...
SAILING... As I’ve written about earlier, the big sailing event of the Summer was when all 11 sailing clubs in the region get together the first weekend of August. It was always a three day affair held on a small island with the only access via a small ferry. The biggest problem with the location was getting the boats over to the island (and, eventually, getting them off). Not all the competitors raced on Friday as there were a total of four races with the best three counting so those who couldn’t get the day off could “drop” that race. Even with that there was always a “crush” of cars and boats trying to get on the ferries. I’d not taken any time off and since I’d gotten the payroll checks to the Treasurer’s office early on Thursday decided that I’d take the afternoon off to get a head start and take the boat over that evening. I called Elle to tell her to make up some sandwiches and we’d have a sort of picnic once we got there.
When I got home Elle had everything ready and all I had to do was change my clothes. It was a pleasant surprise to find Elle in a summer dress. Of course I had to check out what she was wearing under it and found that she had on two pair of nylon panties. That was unusual and I made sure to tell her I appreciated it. It was about a half hour to the sailing club and, as I’d readied the boat for trailing after the previous Sunday’s races, all I had to do was drop the trailer onto the hitch to continue the trip. It was another half hour or so to the ferry slip and then a slight wait to get on the ferry. I was really pleased with how quickly it had gone. When we pulled into the parking lot all I had to do was unhitch the trailer and then look for a place to eat.
Jean, my oldest child, was really excited as it had been her first time on any kind of a boat and she really seemed to enjoy the wind blowing in her face. The sailing club had benches that looked out onto the water where we chose to eat. By then it was approaching two hours since we’d left home and I knew Elle would be looking for a bathroom soon. There was very little activity around the club at that time. There was no one within a 100 yards of where we’d settled. I’d been playing a “game” with Elle since the warm weather arrived in which I’d sort of “bribe” her to wet her panties. Mostly it was in or around the trailer so as not to put her in an embarrassing situation. But, with her in a dress and no one around I asked if she’d “tinkle” in her panties right there on the bench. As you can imagine her immediate response was an emphatic “NO!”. The “bribes” I’d used were mostly agreeing to do things that she’d been nagging me to do. As I remember it they were mostly things that didn’t need doing right away but annoyed Elle. However, the one thing that she kept harping on was for me to make an honest effort to learn how to play tennis. It wasn’t that I hated tennis. It was more that I didn’t have time for it between working late, doing yard chores, visiting with my grandparents and racing the sailboat. I hadn’t even gone to the stock car races but once all season. After the “no“ she’d stood up as if to head for the clubhouse. I grabbed her wrist and sort of pleaded with her. I told her I’d do what she wanted and that was to have Alice give me some ”pointers“. That’s when she hesitated. The kids were munching down on their peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and not paying attention to us. Elle stood there for a few seconds and then asked how I wanted her to do it. I remember my penis being jammed into my pants and hurting after I heard those words.
She was standing with her back to the water and facing me I took her hand and drew her closer to me and then started to put my hand between her legs. She started to back away and told me the deal was for her to just ”tinkle“ and nothing more. I nodded in agreement and she stepped back again. She then pulled the hem of her dress up by putting her hands on her hips and sliding them up so that I could see a few inches above her knees. She spread her feet apart maybe six or so inches and then let it go. The part I remember the most was the puddle I saw form in the grass under her. It was sort of bittersweet for me. I got what I asked for but not what I wanted. I was sitting there with this huge bulge and wasn’t allowed to touch her or her panties.
With the kids getting restless Elle promised ice cream if they would settle down. Actually, Jean was anxious to go because she wanted to ride on the ferry again. As it was approaching their bedtime I was hoping that they’d fall asleep once they got in the car. At least that was my hope... but it wasn’t to be. The fresh air while on the ferry seemed to energize them. As soon as the boat docked Jean started chanting Ice cream! Ice cream!“. so I knew where we were headed.
One of Elle’s high school classmates had married into the family that owned the local ice cream parlor. When we walked in I saw this woman bending over next to a table picking up some trash. She was wearing a pink uniform and I got a nice VPL. It turned out to be Stacy, Elle’s classmate. I recognized her even though she’d put on weight since school. She had one of those ”china doll“ faces that always seemed perfect. I always hate to describe a female as ”handsome“ but I don’t know any other way to describe her. In any case she and Elle hugged and that started their reunion. I got stuck with ordering the ice cream for the kids. For a short while It was like the kids and I weren’t even there as Elle and Stacy sat there jabbering. I had my hands full trying to feed Anne her ice cream and trying to keep Jean from spilling hers onto the floor.
Elle ”rediscovered“ me just about the time all the ice cream had been eaten. I was a little upset until I saw that Elle had forgotten that her panties were wet and had sat on her skirt. It wasn’t that obvious but since I was always looking could see the slight discoloration on the back of it. Stacy was alone in the store at the time and told us that her husband would be back soon as the crowd from the movie theater would be in. Even though I’d hoped for another VPL I used that as a cue to leave. I didn’t want to put Elle in an embarrassing situation. As we got into the car I told her of my observation and rather than being upset she laughed. That was a very good sign!
To be continued...
Friday, May 13, 2011
SUMMER FUN... July, at home (Part 71d)
Before they had left Alice told Elle that she had a tennis skirt that might fit her. She tried it on and as it fit Alice said she had more clothes for Elle to try on when they finished up. When they did they went right to Alice’s. As soon as Elle stepped out of the car she ”leaked“ and by the time they got into Alice’s trailer and she got to the bathroom she was going full force so she just sat on the toilet and ”tinkled“ through her panties. She said she ”mopped up“ as best as she could with toilet paper and then went to look at the clothes. She said that even though Alice was well aware of her situation she didn’t feel comfortable staying there in that condition so brought the clothes on home. I was glad she did!
It was rare for Elle to take the initiative. Her fondling of me was a clear sign that she was in a very good (and sexy) mood and I wanted to take advantage of it as quickly as possible. Jean, our oldest child, had invited herself to stay at Alice’s and Julie’s for supper when she heard they were having hot dogs. With us only having to deal with the baby I thought there was a chance for a ”quickie“. With Elle’s hand squeezing my bulge I reciprocated with a nice feel of her crotch and a kiss. I asked if she would give me a squirt and after taking a peek at the baby, she did. It only took a few seconds for my fingers to find their way inside the leg elastics and only a few more for me to find the ”spot“. She wasn’t expecting that and almost immediately pulled away but with a big smile on her face. As she did she wagged her finger at me and promised we could continue after she fed the baby. She wanted to change out of the wet panties telling me she wanted to wash out her ”fancy panties“ before they got ”ruined“. I persuaded her to leave them on saying that a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt. With the break the ”moment“ was lost so we both ended up eating. When we finished I’d hoped we could pick up where we left off but Elle wasn’t sure when Alice would bring Jean home so I suggested that we take the baby out onto the lawn to play. I thought for sure she’d want to change but with her tennis skirt still on and in damp panties she carried Ann outside.
I can remember watching her crawl across the lawn chasing the baby with a perfect view of her panties (and somewhat wet butt) and enjoying every second of it. It was only a short time before Alice, her daughter Julie and Jean appeared. Elle hadn’t expected that Alice would come into the yard and was a bit embarrassed. But Alice wanted to know if any of the clothes she’d given Elle to try on had fit. To keep Alice from seeing that she still had on the panties she’d first wet earlier at her trailer Elle sat up and tucked one leg in under her. Elle explained that she still hadn’t had a chance to try the clothes. I was hoping that she would leave but she ended up sitting down as Jean and Julie went out back to play in the playhouse. I knew Elle was very uncomfortable but didn’t know how to get Alice to leave. I also knew that it would be very hard for Elle to get up without exposing the fact that she had on wet panties so just sat there and listened to ”girl talk“. When it started to cool off Alice finally decided it was time to go. As Alice got up I watched Elle’s face and it looked like she was biting her lower lip. She remained sitting until Alice disappeared from view. Then she got up on her hands and knees and crawled over to me and whispered in my ear that she had ”tinkled“ while Alice was there. I remember laughing and immediately thrusting my hand up under her and found a very wet crotch. Because we were right under the neighbor’s living room window she pulled away. Then we both started laughing.
Thankfully, it was time to put the kids to bed. I helped, somewhat, but was probably more of a hindrance in that I kept feeling her wet panties and trying to get my fingers inside. As soon we walked out of their room we were in our own bedroom. Elle had grabbed a towel from the bathroom as she walked by and put it down on the bed and lay down on top of it. I straddled her and unbuttoned the tennis skirt and her top, pulling them out from under her. While I was doing that she was undoing my shirt and pants. I remember looking down at the fancy panties and seeing the obvious wetness. After getting my shirt and pants off I lowered myself onto her, ”plugging in“ to her crotch. The foreplay didn’t last for long and neither did the ”action“. I pretty much knew that I hadn’t satisfied Elle and felt badly about it. I think it was because it was still light out that we didn’t fall asleep. After a while we got up and took a joint shower. It had been quite a while since we’d done that and I was pleasantly surprised that I ”recovered“ so quickly. I think she was surprised as well. I ”played“ with her a bit and when we stepped out of the tub I sat on the toilet seat and brought her down so that she was straddling me. After a few seconds we ”connected“ and this time I was able to get the job done to her satisfaction. When we got into bed neither of us had any trouble getting to sleep.
The next morning I got a fashion show as Elle tried on the clothes that Alice had given her to try. Seeing Elle in just her panties and bra was always a turn on for me and it seemed strange to have a hard on while eating breakfast. The story behind the clothes was that Alice had put on a lot of weight when she was pregnant and couldn’t seem to lose the last 15 to 20 pounds. She’d kept the clothes as an inducement to keep on trying but it was almost four years and she'd finally given up. Besides the tennis skirt that Elle had been wearing the day before was a tennis dress that I really liked, a pair of pale yellow clamdiggers (now called capris), a pair of ugly brown shorts that Elle didn’t even want to try. I begged her to put them on primarily to see her get undressed again. But, when she put them on I noted that they went almost to her knees. They looked kind of stupid but I immediately thought they would be perfect for sailing. And, I noted that they fit tightly to her bottom. Most of the other things weren’t really Elle’s style. When I left for work I was really energized by what I’d just witnessed.
To be continued...
Before they had left Alice told Elle that she had a tennis skirt that might fit her. She tried it on and as it fit Alice said she had more clothes for Elle to try on when they finished up. When they did they went right to Alice’s. As soon as Elle stepped out of the car she ”leaked“ and by the time they got into Alice’s trailer and she got to the bathroom she was going full force so she just sat on the toilet and ”tinkled“ through her panties. She said she ”mopped up“ as best as she could with toilet paper and then went to look at the clothes. She said that even though Alice was well aware of her situation she didn’t feel comfortable staying there in that condition so brought the clothes on home. I was glad she did!
It was rare for Elle to take the initiative. Her fondling of me was a clear sign that she was in a very good (and sexy) mood and I wanted to take advantage of it as quickly as possible. Jean, our oldest child, had invited herself to stay at Alice’s and Julie’s for supper when she heard they were having hot dogs. With us only having to deal with the baby I thought there was a chance for a ”quickie“. With Elle’s hand squeezing my bulge I reciprocated with a nice feel of her crotch and a kiss. I asked if she would give me a squirt and after taking a peek at the baby, she did. It only took a few seconds for my fingers to find their way inside the leg elastics and only a few more for me to find the ”spot“. She wasn’t expecting that and almost immediately pulled away but with a big smile on her face. As she did she wagged her finger at me and promised we could continue after she fed the baby. She wanted to change out of the wet panties telling me she wanted to wash out her ”fancy panties“ before they got ”ruined“. I persuaded her to leave them on saying that a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt. With the break the ”moment“ was lost so we both ended up eating. When we finished I’d hoped we could pick up where we left off but Elle wasn’t sure when Alice would bring Jean home so I suggested that we take the baby out onto the lawn to play. I thought for sure she’d want to change but with her tennis skirt still on and in damp panties she carried Ann outside.
I can remember watching her crawl across the lawn chasing the baby with a perfect view of her panties (and somewhat wet butt) and enjoying every second of it. It was only a short time before Alice, her daughter Julie and Jean appeared. Elle hadn’t expected that Alice would come into the yard and was a bit embarrassed. But Alice wanted to know if any of the clothes she’d given Elle to try on had fit. To keep Alice from seeing that she still had on the panties she’d first wet earlier at her trailer Elle sat up and tucked one leg in under her. Elle explained that she still hadn’t had a chance to try the clothes. I was hoping that she would leave but she ended up sitting down as Jean and Julie went out back to play in the playhouse. I knew Elle was very uncomfortable but didn’t know how to get Alice to leave. I also knew that it would be very hard for Elle to get up without exposing the fact that she had on wet panties so just sat there and listened to ”girl talk“. When it started to cool off Alice finally decided it was time to go. As Alice got up I watched Elle’s face and it looked like she was biting her lower lip. She remained sitting until Alice disappeared from view. Then she got up on her hands and knees and crawled over to me and whispered in my ear that she had ”tinkled“ while Alice was there. I remember laughing and immediately thrusting my hand up under her and found a very wet crotch. Because we were right under the neighbor’s living room window she pulled away. Then we both started laughing.
Thankfully, it was time to put the kids to bed. I helped, somewhat, but was probably more of a hindrance in that I kept feeling her wet panties and trying to get my fingers inside. As soon we walked out of their room we were in our own bedroom. Elle had grabbed a towel from the bathroom as she walked by and put it down on the bed and lay down on top of it. I straddled her and unbuttoned the tennis skirt and her top, pulling them out from under her. While I was doing that she was undoing my shirt and pants. I remember looking down at the fancy panties and seeing the obvious wetness. After getting my shirt and pants off I lowered myself onto her, ”plugging in“ to her crotch. The foreplay didn’t last for long and neither did the ”action“. I pretty much knew that I hadn’t satisfied Elle and felt badly about it. I think it was because it was still light out that we didn’t fall asleep. After a while we got up and took a joint shower. It had been quite a while since we’d done that and I was pleasantly surprised that I ”recovered“ so quickly. I think she was surprised as well. I ”played“ with her a bit and when we stepped out of the tub I sat on the toilet seat and brought her down so that she was straddling me. After a few seconds we ”connected“ and this time I was able to get the job done to her satisfaction. When we got into bed neither of us had any trouble getting to sleep.
The next morning I got a fashion show as Elle tried on the clothes that Alice had given her to try. Seeing Elle in just her panties and bra was always a turn on for me and it seemed strange to have a hard on while eating breakfast. The story behind the clothes was that Alice had put on a lot of weight when she was pregnant and couldn’t seem to lose the last 15 to 20 pounds. She’d kept the clothes as an inducement to keep on trying but it was almost four years and she'd finally given up. Besides the tennis skirt that Elle had been wearing the day before was a tennis dress that I really liked, a pair of pale yellow clamdiggers (now called capris), a pair of ugly brown shorts that Elle didn’t even want to try. I begged her to put them on primarily to see her get undressed again. But, when she put them on I noted that they went almost to her knees. They looked kind of stupid but I immediately thought they would be perfect for sailing. And, I noted that they fit tightly to her bottom. Most of the other things weren’t really Elle’s style. When I left for work I was really energized by what I’d just witnessed.
To be continued...
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
SUMMER FUN... July, at home (Part 72c)
Elle had brought two changes of clothes and she, obviously, had to use one. I thought it was pretty gutsy of her to pretty much strip her wet shorts and panties off in the back seat, in the parking lot, especially since a fair number of people were leaving and heading for their cars. Of course I had a noticeable bulge while watching her. On our way back it became obvious that the baby was ready for a nap. Janelle was waiting for us along with Jean and Julie. Seeing the baby asleep over my shoulder she offered to watch her while she napped. She told us that the rest of her family had gone home. Since the kids hadn’t yet ridden on the train Elle and Alice offered to go with them leaving me with Janelle and the baby.
Janelle proceeded to lie down next to my daughter, face up so as to get the sun, with her knees propped up a bit. From my chair I got a nice peek up the leg openings of her shorts. I remember pretending to close my eyes to avoid being caught leering. The next thing I knew I heard the sounds of my daughter, Jean, calling out as they returned. I’d fallen asleep. I looked down at Janelle and she was also asleep but now lying on her side facing the baby. It only took a few seconds to see something that aroused me. Janelle’s shorts, on her left side, had a distinctly different color. She’d wet herself while asleep. For some reason she’d not heard Jean calling to me and was still asleep. As Elle walked up behind me I pointed to Janell’s predicament. She motioned for me to take Jean and to walk away and as I did I saw her bend down to wake her up. I watched Janelle’s reaction and it was clearly obvious that she was embarrassed. She drew the beach towel she was sleeping on up and around her waist not realizing that it was also noticeably wet. I couldn’t tell if she was crying or not but Elle stayed down on her haunches talking with her for a few minutes. When she got up she came over and told me to go to the station wagon and get the last change of clothes she’d brought for herself.
As I walked back with them I noted that the panties were her tried and true heavy cotton Carter’s Spanky pants. There were two pair rolled up in the shorts. I wondered if Janelle would put both of them on since I knew that she often wore two pair. There was a definite "stirring“ down below as I hurried back. Elle was sitting on the ground next to Janelle and as I walked up I was somewhat surprised to see a DP. It certainly was different because what I saw wasn’t her panties but the plastic ones she wore when wearing a full ”package“. As I’d mentioned, a lot of the people had already left but there still a few in the vicinity. Elle and Alice took a couple of beach towels and made sort of a curtain for Janelle to use when changing into Elle’s clothes. As soon as she was dressed we proceeded to pick up our things. Janelle held onto the wet towel and I assumed that her clothes were rolled up into it. What I didn’t see was the second pair of Elle’s cotton panties and the thought of Janelle wearing both of them gave me a ”soft“ bulge. Back at the station wagon we loaded the chairs, blankets and other paraphernalia into the back and, as we had four adults, two small children and the baby, there wasn’t much extra room so Janelle threw her wet things into the back as well. I made special note of that and on the way home tried to come up with some way to get a peek at them when we got home.
Luck was with me because, as we pulled up in front of our trailer, Molly, Janelle’s mother, was in front of theirs and called out for Janelle to go right home. Since the folding chairs belonged to them that was the break I needed. After getting the sleeping Jean into the trailer I went to the back of the station wagon and, pretending to get some of the things out, unrolled the wet towel. Janelle’s two panties were together as one as she’d obviously taken them off together. By now they were totally wet having been balled up inside the wet towel. I’d thought she was wearing a pair of white and light blue panties but it turned out that one was a pale yellow. I didn’t want to get suspicion up so didn’t the time to look at the labels. I quickly rolled them back into the towel and put it with the two chairs and returned them. As I handed them to Molly she apologized for calling Janelle away and causing me to have to bring the chairs back. If only she knew how glad I was that she had! On Sunday morning I made a special point of checking the neighbor's wash line and got the answer I was looking for... four pair of panties with two of them being Elle's cotton Spanky pants.
One night I got home from work relatively early and found no one home. I figured that Elle and Alice were playing tennis but I also knew that the kids usually didn’t go with them. I was puzzled, especially with the station wagon there and no note inside the trailer. I changed clothes and as I went back outside I saw Elle walking down the road with a pile of clothes in one arm and Ann in the other. She had a big smile on her face when she saw me. She, indeed, had been playing tennis and had on a skirt that I’d never seen before. I followed her up the steps and, as usual, put my hand up between her legs. She wasn’t wet but was very damp. I was hard in a split second. Once inside she handed the baby to me and put the clothes on the table. She still had the smile on her face when she turned towards me and put her hand on my bulge. Then she laughed and said that she pretty much knew that I’d react that way and that was why she was smiling.
To be continued...
Elle had brought two changes of clothes and she, obviously, had to use one. I thought it was pretty gutsy of her to pretty much strip her wet shorts and panties off in the back seat, in the parking lot, especially since a fair number of people were leaving and heading for their cars. Of course I had a noticeable bulge while watching her. On our way back it became obvious that the baby was ready for a nap. Janelle was waiting for us along with Jean and Julie. Seeing the baby asleep over my shoulder she offered to watch her while she napped. She told us that the rest of her family had gone home. Since the kids hadn’t yet ridden on the train Elle and Alice offered to go with them leaving me with Janelle and the baby.
Janelle proceeded to lie down next to my daughter, face up so as to get the sun, with her knees propped up a bit. From my chair I got a nice peek up the leg openings of her shorts. I remember pretending to close my eyes to avoid being caught leering. The next thing I knew I heard the sounds of my daughter, Jean, calling out as they returned. I’d fallen asleep. I looked down at Janelle and she was also asleep but now lying on her side facing the baby. It only took a few seconds to see something that aroused me. Janelle’s shorts, on her left side, had a distinctly different color. She’d wet herself while asleep. For some reason she’d not heard Jean calling to me and was still asleep. As Elle walked up behind me I pointed to Janell’s predicament. She motioned for me to take Jean and to walk away and as I did I saw her bend down to wake her up. I watched Janelle’s reaction and it was clearly obvious that she was embarrassed. She drew the beach towel she was sleeping on up and around her waist not realizing that it was also noticeably wet. I couldn’t tell if she was crying or not but Elle stayed down on her haunches talking with her for a few minutes. When she got up she came over and told me to go to the station wagon and get the last change of clothes she’d brought for herself.
As I walked back with them I noted that the panties were her tried and true heavy cotton Carter’s Spanky pants. There were two pair rolled up in the shorts. I wondered if Janelle would put both of them on since I knew that she often wore two pair. There was a definite "stirring“ down below as I hurried back. Elle was sitting on the ground next to Janelle and as I walked up I was somewhat surprised to see a DP. It certainly was different because what I saw wasn’t her panties but the plastic ones she wore when wearing a full ”package“. As I’d mentioned, a lot of the people had already left but there still a few in the vicinity. Elle and Alice took a couple of beach towels and made sort of a curtain for Janelle to use when changing into Elle’s clothes. As soon as she was dressed we proceeded to pick up our things. Janelle held onto the wet towel and I assumed that her clothes were rolled up into it. What I didn’t see was the second pair of Elle’s cotton panties and the thought of Janelle wearing both of them gave me a ”soft“ bulge. Back at the station wagon we loaded the chairs, blankets and other paraphernalia into the back and, as we had four adults, two small children and the baby, there wasn’t much extra room so Janelle threw her wet things into the back as well. I made special note of that and on the way home tried to come up with some way to get a peek at them when we got home.
Luck was with me because, as we pulled up in front of our trailer, Molly, Janelle’s mother, was in front of theirs and called out for Janelle to go right home. Since the folding chairs belonged to them that was the break I needed. After getting the sleeping Jean into the trailer I went to the back of the station wagon and, pretending to get some of the things out, unrolled the wet towel. Janelle’s two panties were together as one as she’d obviously taken them off together. By now they were totally wet having been balled up inside the wet towel. I’d thought she was wearing a pair of white and light blue panties but it turned out that one was a pale yellow. I didn’t want to get suspicion up so didn’t the time to look at the labels. I quickly rolled them back into the towel and put it with the two chairs and returned them. As I handed them to Molly she apologized for calling Janelle away and causing me to have to bring the chairs back. If only she knew how glad I was that she had! On Sunday morning I made a special point of checking the neighbor's wash line and got the answer I was looking for... four pair of panties with two of them being Elle's cotton Spanky pants.
One night I got home from work relatively early and found no one home. I figured that Elle and Alice were playing tennis but I also knew that the kids usually didn’t go with them. I was puzzled, especially with the station wagon there and no note inside the trailer. I changed clothes and as I went back outside I saw Elle walking down the road with a pile of clothes in one arm and Ann in the other. She had a big smile on her face when she saw me. She, indeed, had been playing tennis and had on a skirt that I’d never seen before. I followed her up the steps and, as usual, put my hand up between her legs. She wasn’t wet but was very damp. I was hard in a split second. Once inside she handed the baby to me and put the clothes on the table. She still had the smile on her face when she turned towards me and put her hand on my bulge. Then she laughed and said that she pretty much knew that I’d react that way and that was why she was smiling.
To be continued...
Monday, May 09, 2011
SUMMER FUN... July, at home (Part 72b)
As I’ve written before there were a number of residents in the trailer park that worked for a large aerospace company and were working on the lunar module. The company had two facilities in the area and one was only about 6 to 8 miles away. On the grounds was a recreational area for the employees and their families where the company held an annual picnic. The company also allowed the local Chamber of Commerce to use the grounds to hold an annual fund raising bar-b-que. When we moved back to the area the previous Summer I heard about it but at the time couldn’t afford to go. The neighbor next door, Alvin, was another who worked at the facility. Since his wife and Elle had become close what with her taking care of the kids when Elle was called to teach, she persuaded him to sign us up as “extended family” so we could go to the picnic for free. Alice, the lady who was teaching Elle about tennis and who’s daughter Julie was my daughter Jean’s best friend, was also eligible to go as her husband was an engineer of the lunar module project. However, the weekend of the picnic he was on assignment in Texas. She, upon hearing that we were going, asked to be included as she really didn’t know anybody but the people in the park.
We were told to be ready to go around 8am even though the gates didn’t open until 10am. The reason was that there weren’t a lot of places to find shade on the grounds and if you hoped to find one you had to be there early. With that knowledge I convinced Elle to wear a full “package” as it might be up to three hours until she could get to a rest room. I also told her to bring extra clothes and panties since we really had no idea of the layout of the facilities. She, upon hearing me, started loosing interest in attending. Thankfully, Jean our oldest, was really excited about going since Janelle had told her about all the fun things to do there. Alice and Julie rode with Elle and I. Alvin and his family led the way.
It was one of those perfect Summer days with few clouds and not unmercifully hot. Alvin had been right about being there early as there was quite a line when we arrived. As soon as we parked Janelle and her sister took off running to find a shady place for all of us. We’d brought folding chairs, blankets and beach towels to stake out our space. The girls found a fairly large bush that became our home base. As we set everything up I kept a close watch on Janelle hoping for a VPL and/or a DP. She wore what I believe was a short set as her blouse was trimmed with the same material as her shorts. I remember Elle commenting favorably on it.
By the time we got settled it was close to 11am and Elle badly needed a change as did Anne, our youngest. There was only one building and it was there, primarily, as a first aid station but it also contained rest rooms. Even though it was early, lines had already formed for the ladies room so Elle decided to change both herself and the baby in the station wagon. When she told me I thought she was kidding.
Janelle and her sister had taken off with Jean and Julie to show them all the things they could do. Alvin took off to find the guys he was supposed to play softball with leaving me there with Alice and Molly. I remember feeling somewhat “lost”. The only thing I had in common with Alice was that she was teaching Elle tennis. I had absolutely nothing in common with Molly other than she was my next door neighbor. I was praying for Elle to get back quickly.
It seemed like forever by the time she reappeared. She’d run into Janelle and the kids and watched as they rode the merry go round. On her travels she got to see some of the other attractions and offered to take Alice and I for a tour. Molly wanted to stay in the area with all the things we’d brought. Besides than the merry go round the other large attraction was a ride on train. I have no idea how to size it other than five adults could ride in each car. It was gasoline powered and had an “Engineer”, dressed authentically. With six cars it could handle 30 people. We made a note of the location of the “station” and continued on our rounds. There were swings of various sizes along with slides and teeter totters. There was a stage for entertainment where some local bands were setting up to play. It was quite impressive.
The company provided a box lunch and a soft drink for everyone and they started handing them out at Noon. It was a madhouse but a good time to ride the merry go round. Elle and I collected our kids and headed that way while everybody else headed for the food. Much to Jean’s pleasure we got to ride it multiple times. After eating, Jean wanted more of the merry go round and Janelle offered to take her and Julie back. Before leaving she cleaned up the left over lunches and as she did I got one of my wishes... a nice DP (down pants). As I’d come to expect, there were two waist bands. That always excited me. However, she and the kids were soon gone.
Elle and I then took our youngest for a ride on the train. I asked Elle if she wanted to go change her or the baby first but she said they’d be OK. The tracks ran the perimeter of the grounds and took about ten minutes. I was impressed with the whole operation. Elle, with the baby in her lap, sat right in front of me. We were almost back to the “station” when Elle let out a bit of a yelp. I asked what was wrong but she didn’t answer but I soon found out the reason. The baby’s diaper had leaked in her lap so we definitely had to go back to the station wagon.
To be continued...
As I’ve written before there were a number of residents in the trailer park that worked for a large aerospace company and were working on the lunar module. The company had two facilities in the area and one was only about 6 to 8 miles away. On the grounds was a recreational area for the employees and their families where the company held an annual picnic. The company also allowed the local Chamber of Commerce to use the grounds to hold an annual fund raising bar-b-que. When we moved back to the area the previous Summer I heard about it but at the time couldn’t afford to go. The neighbor next door, Alvin, was another who worked at the facility. Since his wife and Elle had become close what with her taking care of the kids when Elle was called to teach, she persuaded him to sign us up as “extended family” so we could go to the picnic for free. Alice, the lady who was teaching Elle about tennis and who’s daughter Julie was my daughter Jean’s best friend, was also eligible to go as her husband was an engineer of the lunar module project. However, the weekend of the picnic he was on assignment in Texas. She, upon hearing that we were going, asked to be included as she really didn’t know anybody but the people in the park.
We were told to be ready to go around 8am even though the gates didn’t open until 10am. The reason was that there weren’t a lot of places to find shade on the grounds and if you hoped to find one you had to be there early. With that knowledge I convinced Elle to wear a full “package” as it might be up to three hours until she could get to a rest room. I also told her to bring extra clothes and panties since we really had no idea of the layout of the facilities. She, upon hearing me, started loosing interest in attending. Thankfully, Jean our oldest, was really excited about going since Janelle had told her about all the fun things to do there. Alice and Julie rode with Elle and I. Alvin and his family led the way.
It was one of those perfect Summer days with few clouds and not unmercifully hot. Alvin had been right about being there early as there was quite a line when we arrived. As soon as we parked Janelle and her sister took off running to find a shady place for all of us. We’d brought folding chairs, blankets and beach towels to stake out our space. The girls found a fairly large bush that became our home base. As we set everything up I kept a close watch on Janelle hoping for a VPL and/or a DP. She wore what I believe was a short set as her blouse was trimmed with the same material as her shorts. I remember Elle commenting favorably on it.
By the time we got settled it was close to 11am and Elle badly needed a change as did Anne, our youngest. There was only one building and it was there, primarily, as a first aid station but it also contained rest rooms. Even though it was early, lines had already formed for the ladies room so Elle decided to change both herself and the baby in the station wagon. When she told me I thought she was kidding.
Janelle and her sister had taken off with Jean and Julie to show them all the things they could do. Alvin took off to find the guys he was supposed to play softball with leaving me there with Alice and Molly. I remember feeling somewhat “lost”. The only thing I had in common with Alice was that she was teaching Elle tennis. I had absolutely nothing in common with Molly other than she was my next door neighbor. I was praying for Elle to get back quickly.
It seemed like forever by the time she reappeared. She’d run into Janelle and the kids and watched as they rode the merry go round. On her travels she got to see some of the other attractions and offered to take Alice and I for a tour. Molly wanted to stay in the area with all the things we’d brought. Besides than the merry go round the other large attraction was a ride on train. I have no idea how to size it other than five adults could ride in each car. It was gasoline powered and had an “Engineer”, dressed authentically. With six cars it could handle 30 people. We made a note of the location of the “station” and continued on our rounds. There were swings of various sizes along with slides and teeter totters. There was a stage for entertainment where some local bands were setting up to play. It was quite impressive.
The company provided a box lunch and a soft drink for everyone and they started handing them out at Noon. It was a madhouse but a good time to ride the merry go round. Elle and I collected our kids and headed that way while everybody else headed for the food. Much to Jean’s pleasure we got to ride it multiple times. After eating, Jean wanted more of the merry go round and Janelle offered to take her and Julie back. Before leaving she cleaned up the left over lunches and as she did I got one of my wishes... a nice DP (down pants). As I’d come to expect, there were two waist bands. That always excited me. However, she and the kids were soon gone.
Elle and I then took our youngest for a ride on the train. I asked Elle if she wanted to go change her or the baby first but she said they’d be OK. The tracks ran the perimeter of the grounds and took about ten minutes. I was impressed with the whole operation. Elle, with the baby in her lap, sat right in front of me. We were almost back to the “station” when Elle let out a bit of a yelp. I asked what was wrong but she didn’t answer but I soon found out the reason. The baby’s diaper had leaked in her lap so we definitely had to go back to the station wagon.
To be continued...
Wednesday, May 04, 2011
SUMMER FUN... July, at home (Part 72a)
When Jay had dropped off the money from my working at the barrier beach house Elle had asked me for money so she could get her hair cut. But, she also asked that I go buy a new pool for the kids. The one we had got destroyed when we moved from the old trailer to the new one. Plastic and cold weather just don’t go well together and by the time I got it out from under the old trailer it was in many pieces. I ended up borrowing Andy’s pick up truck to go get the new one. I spent more than I wanted but it was a lot better than the old one. I always emptied the pool when the kids were through with it, afraid that someone might fall in and drown. It was always a hassle to get the water out so I bought one with a drain plug and some seat like appendages. It was a big hit right from the time I arrived home. But there was one rule that the kids not go in it unless either Elle or I were there with them. With me working it was mostly Elle.
I got home fairly early one night (before 6pm) and when I pulled up in front of the trailer I could see three kids in the pool and it looked like an older one as well. Puzzled, I walked across the lawn and saw that it was Janelle from next door... and she was in the pool with the kids... and in her clothes. When she saw me I could see that she was embarrassed. She hastily told me that the kids had splashed most of the water out of the pool so she had gotten the hose and the kids wanted to hold it as the pool filled. The third child was Julie, Alice’s daughter, and she had decided to spray Janelle. They all thought that was funny and, Janelle being quite wet, climbed into the pool with them. She explained that Elle and Alice had gone to play tennis and that the kids hadn’t wanted to go. So, Janelle was hired to watch them and the kids wanted to play in the pool. I didn’t care. I hadn’t seen Janelle in a while and just seeing her was a treat. The fact that she was in soaking wet clothes was an added treat. As we talked she sat there with her arms across her chest. What I wanted to see was for her to get out of the pool so I could get a nice VPL with her wet shorts clinging to her butt. However, she made no move to do so and I, still dressed in my work clothes, really had no reason to stand there and wait until she did. I excused myself and said I’d change clothes and be right back and then she could go.
It only took a few minutes before I was back. The timing was perfect as Janelle’s mother was calling through the window that supper was ready. She stood up with her arms still crossed over her chest. As she stepped out of the pool her one foot caught the edge of it and she fell, face forward into the grass. Because her arms and hands were in front of her she was able to break her fall but I had a decent view of her backside. I got what I was looking for... a nice VPL and, as I’d seen with her before, it was double. It just excited me that she was wearing two pair of panties. She quickly rolled over on her back and got up. Embarrassed for her fall, she backed away towards the gate. Disappointed that I didn't see more I was still smiling to myself because I knew that in a short while those same panties would be hanging on her clothes line. For a change I knew I’d have an excuse to be over by them as the flower garden that Elle had planted needed watering.
Andy's wife, Lil, had a birthday party planned for him at the bowling alley out by the lake. She’d invited about five couples from the trailer park and some others that they’d known before. Because it was Summer the lanes were not very busy and the owner of the alleys was willing to work with Lil on arrangements. It was held on a Friday night and as part of it there was free bowling, sandwiches and beer. Three lanes had been set aside for the party. Elle and I pretty much knew that it would get rowdy after a while but we weren’t prepared to find Andy, and to some degree, Lil somewhat tipsy when we got there around six o’clock. Andy was louder than usual and Lil giggled at just about anything that was said. We were among the first to eat and to be bowling. I really liked to bowl but finding time and, up to then, the money, was almost impossible. To make it fair for everybody random teams of four were made up and after each game you rotated to a different team. Early on people were serious about their bowling but as the beer flowed that went away. As I remember it we were almost finished our third game when one of the women, obviously feeling little pain, dropped her ball. It started rolling across the approaches to the lanes next to us going “thunk, thunk, thunk”, as it rolled over the thumb hole as it went. As we all watched it roll away we started laughing. The expressions on the faces of the bowlers in the other lanes were priceless as they watched the ball roll by. That only made us laugh even more. All of a sudden Elle sat down and stopped laughing. I was trying to catch my breath and wasn’t thinking of a possible problem for Elle... but there was. When we left home I’d convinced her not to wear even a partial “package” as the rest rooms at the alleys were readily accessible. I remember laying out two pair of nylon panties and telling her that even if she did “dribble” they would be enough to catch it. I hadn’t thought about a laughing fit.
The alley seats were molded plastic, formed to cup your butt. Elle proceeded to just about empty her bladder and found herself sitting in a puddle with no place for it to go but to be soaked up by her clothes. Elle didn’t drink and, to make her happy, I was drinking ginger ale. I grabbed for my glass and deliberately poured it into her lap pretending to fall as I did. Not expecting a cold drink to be poured between her legs she responded the way anybody would’ve, with a little yelp. Fortunately, I knew the owner of the lanes who was acting as the bar tender that night. I made a mad dash up the bar and asked him for some towels and pretended to wipe the spill up but was really stuffing some towels under her. We made our way outside and in the parking lot I told her that she couldn’t get in my car as wet as her shorts were. It took a little persuading but I convinced her to take off the shorts since there was no one to be seen. When she did I hugged her and put my hands between her legs. She tried to make me stop but I gave her a big kiss and she relaxed for a few seconds. It was exciting especially since we were out in public.
To be continued...
When Jay had dropped off the money from my working at the barrier beach house Elle had asked me for money so she could get her hair cut. But, she also asked that I go buy a new pool for the kids. The one we had got destroyed when we moved from the old trailer to the new one. Plastic and cold weather just don’t go well together and by the time I got it out from under the old trailer it was in many pieces. I ended up borrowing Andy’s pick up truck to go get the new one. I spent more than I wanted but it was a lot better than the old one. I always emptied the pool when the kids were through with it, afraid that someone might fall in and drown. It was always a hassle to get the water out so I bought one with a drain plug and some seat like appendages. It was a big hit right from the time I arrived home. But there was one rule that the kids not go in it unless either Elle or I were there with them. With me working it was mostly Elle.
I got home fairly early one night (before 6pm) and when I pulled up in front of the trailer I could see three kids in the pool and it looked like an older one as well. Puzzled, I walked across the lawn and saw that it was Janelle from next door... and she was in the pool with the kids... and in her clothes. When she saw me I could see that she was embarrassed. She hastily told me that the kids had splashed most of the water out of the pool so she had gotten the hose and the kids wanted to hold it as the pool filled. The third child was Julie, Alice’s daughter, and she had decided to spray Janelle. They all thought that was funny and, Janelle being quite wet, climbed into the pool with them. She explained that Elle and Alice had gone to play tennis and that the kids hadn’t wanted to go. So, Janelle was hired to watch them and the kids wanted to play in the pool. I didn’t care. I hadn’t seen Janelle in a while and just seeing her was a treat. The fact that she was in soaking wet clothes was an added treat. As we talked she sat there with her arms across her chest. What I wanted to see was for her to get out of the pool so I could get a nice VPL with her wet shorts clinging to her butt. However, she made no move to do so and I, still dressed in my work clothes, really had no reason to stand there and wait until she did. I excused myself and said I’d change clothes and be right back and then she could go.
It only took a few minutes before I was back. The timing was perfect as Janelle’s mother was calling through the window that supper was ready. She stood up with her arms still crossed over her chest. As she stepped out of the pool her one foot caught the edge of it and she fell, face forward into the grass. Because her arms and hands were in front of her she was able to break her fall but I had a decent view of her backside. I got what I was looking for... a nice VPL and, as I’d seen with her before, it was double. It just excited me that she was wearing two pair of panties. She quickly rolled over on her back and got up. Embarrassed for her fall, she backed away towards the gate. Disappointed that I didn't see more I was still smiling to myself because I knew that in a short while those same panties would be hanging on her clothes line. For a change I knew I’d have an excuse to be over by them as the flower garden that Elle had planted needed watering.
Andy's wife, Lil, had a birthday party planned for him at the bowling alley out by the lake. She’d invited about five couples from the trailer park and some others that they’d known before. Because it was Summer the lanes were not very busy and the owner of the alleys was willing to work with Lil on arrangements. It was held on a Friday night and as part of it there was free bowling, sandwiches and beer. Three lanes had been set aside for the party. Elle and I pretty much knew that it would get rowdy after a while but we weren’t prepared to find Andy, and to some degree, Lil somewhat tipsy when we got there around six o’clock. Andy was louder than usual and Lil giggled at just about anything that was said. We were among the first to eat and to be bowling. I really liked to bowl but finding time and, up to then, the money, was almost impossible. To make it fair for everybody random teams of four were made up and after each game you rotated to a different team. Early on people were serious about their bowling but as the beer flowed that went away. As I remember it we were almost finished our third game when one of the women, obviously feeling little pain, dropped her ball. It started rolling across the approaches to the lanes next to us going “thunk, thunk, thunk”, as it rolled over the thumb hole as it went. As we all watched it roll away we started laughing. The expressions on the faces of the bowlers in the other lanes were priceless as they watched the ball roll by. That only made us laugh even more. All of a sudden Elle sat down and stopped laughing. I was trying to catch my breath and wasn’t thinking of a possible problem for Elle... but there was. When we left home I’d convinced her not to wear even a partial “package” as the rest rooms at the alleys were readily accessible. I remember laying out two pair of nylon panties and telling her that even if she did “dribble” they would be enough to catch it. I hadn’t thought about a laughing fit.
The alley seats were molded plastic, formed to cup your butt. Elle proceeded to just about empty her bladder and found herself sitting in a puddle with no place for it to go but to be soaked up by her clothes. Elle didn’t drink and, to make her happy, I was drinking ginger ale. I grabbed for my glass and deliberately poured it into her lap pretending to fall as I did. Not expecting a cold drink to be poured between her legs she responded the way anybody would’ve, with a little yelp. Fortunately, I knew the owner of the lanes who was acting as the bar tender that night. I made a mad dash up the bar and asked him for some towels and pretended to wipe the spill up but was really stuffing some towels under her. We made our way outside and in the parking lot I told her that she couldn’t get in my car as wet as her shorts were. It took a little persuading but I convinced her to take off the shorts since there was no one to be seen. When she did I hugged her and put my hands between her legs. She tried to make me stop but I gave her a big kiss and she relaxed for a few seconds. It was exciting especially since we were out in public.
To be continued...
Monday, May 02, 2011
SUMMER FUN... July (Part 71h)
When the two of them got through with fooling around with each other I suggested that they both could go. I could see that Cat really appreciated the offer. Bret kept asking me questions that I knew Cat could answer based upon how quickly she'd adapted to the boat the week before. I asked her if she'd like to skipper and, again, the look she gave me was one of appreciation. Once she took the tiller I directed Brett's questions to her and sat back to enjoy the ride.
I'd promised Elle I'd be home around 5pm and my watch told me there was no way I'd make it. When I told them I had to get home I took the tiller back. We had a nice breeze and the waves made moving around in the crowded cockpit a little dicey. When Cat went to move forward she spread her legs to help with her balance but a large wave hit the boat at the same time making her fall forward. To keep from falling down she bent at the waist so she could grab the centerboard trunk. When she did I really got my "reward" for taking them sailing. My face wasn't more than a foot from her "frilly" pantied bottom. We were all wet from the spray of the waves hitting the boat and her panties were probably wetter than anything. The pink from the second pair she was wearing was very evident as was the crotch line. She stayed there for at least 10 seconds like that and I lapped up every nano-second of it. Bret was busy looking at where we were headed so never noticed me looking at his wife's rear end.
As we approached the shore I was concerned by the fact the the doors to the clubhouse were closed and that the beach was pretty much deserted. I scanned it looking for any male, regardless of age, to assist in getting the boat out of the water and onto the trailer. I had Bret jump overboard to hold the boat so I could lower the sails. I reminded him of my dilemma and he told Cat to come hold the boat and he’d go back to the house and get a neighbor to help us. I could only hope that he’d find somebody because leaving the boat in the water was not an option.
While Cat held the boat I was able to get the sails off and up to my car. When I returned I felt I had to make some ”small talk“ and asked how she thought her husband liked sailing. I remember the big smile on her face and her answer was a loud ”Thank you!“. She explained that she’d been longing to get back to sailing but her husband had showed absolutely no interest until then. She offered that maybe now he wouldn’t be so negative towards it. I took the opportunity to tell her that, if she wanted, she could probably sail in the races the next day just by showing up.
When the conversation about sailing stopped I asked her about the tennis outfits and about her tennis playing. She laughed again and said that it wasn’t very good. She told me that her mother had made her take lessons when she was young which managed to turn her away from the game. When she met Bret after college she discovered that he liked the game and on a date he took her to the US Tennis Open at Forest Hills. To curry his favor she asked him to give her lessons which he did. After they got married they lived in the city and had no place to play regularly and then she had a baby. When her in-laws bought a Summer Bungalow a few years earlier her husband encouraged her to get back into tennis again and she said she was enjoying it. Then she asked if I played tennis and it was my turn to laugh. I told her that ”I played at it.“ The she asked if I knew any women who liked to play. I immediately thought of Carol with whom Elle and I had attempted to play on the 4th of July. I told her that, if for no other reason, she should come down to the club the next day and I’d introduce her. She said she'd try. Then, as he said he would, Bret returned with another man and we quickly got the boat up and onto the trailer. In spite of hoping for another peek at Cat’s panties, it wasn’t to be. We said our ”good byes“ and I was on my way home... late.
On Sunday I got to the club a bit early so I could make the changes to the boat that Frank had suggested the previous day as well as to tell Carol about Cat. Carol was excited. Of course I’d told Elle about my previous day and she too wanted to meet the now infamous (in Elle’s mind) Cat. Truthfully, I was hoping that she’d show up looking to sail. Even if she was only going to be around for the month of July, I felt having someone like Cat as part of our sailing group was a definite plus.
When she did arrive it was almost time to head for the starting line. That meant there wasn’t much time for introductions, especially since Elle was already in the water holding my boat. I’d told Carol about her and ran up the beach to steer her over to where Buddy and Carol were preparing their boat. She had her son with her which told me she wasn’t interested in sailing and that disappointed me. She looked very nice in a pair of pink Bermuda shorts and blouse. I did the introductions and headed back to my boat. At that point my interest shifted to the upcoming race.
We had a good start and the adjustment to the boat/sails made a definite difference and the new sails looked good. It made me feel a lot better about having spent the money on them. The only thing I remember about the finishes for the day was that we were among the front runners. Back on shore there was a lot of attention to my sails with any number of the other skippers coming over to get a closer look at them. I’d pretty much forgotten about Cat until I saw her walking out of the water, clothes on, with her son. I’d gotten my boat out of the water and Elle and I were taking the equipment up to the car when I saw her. I remember being somewhat of a smart-ass and asked if she always went swimming with her clothes on (remembering the day before as I said it). Maybe because Elle was there the comment seemed to embarrass her. She said that her son had gone in too deep and had started to panic. She'd just reacted and had run out to where he was. All the while she was talking I was looking at her chest. I could see each and every seam of her bra. Elle caught me and softly kicked me in the shin. That made the introduction a bit awkward. I quickly changed the subject to ask how she made out with Carol and tennis. That got her mind off her son and said that the two of them were getting together during the week. I’d told her that Elle had just taken an interest in tennis and Cat immediately asked if Elle wanted to join them. That caught Elle by surprise and her mind off my ogling of Cat’s very obvious bra and what it held. She said she'd think about it.
When the two of them got through with fooling around with each other I suggested that they both could go. I could see that Cat really appreciated the offer. Bret kept asking me questions that I knew Cat could answer based upon how quickly she'd adapted to the boat the week before. I asked her if she'd like to skipper and, again, the look she gave me was one of appreciation. Once she took the tiller I directed Brett's questions to her and sat back to enjoy the ride.
I'd promised Elle I'd be home around 5pm and my watch told me there was no way I'd make it. When I told them I had to get home I took the tiller back. We had a nice breeze and the waves made moving around in the crowded cockpit a little dicey. When Cat went to move forward she spread her legs to help with her balance but a large wave hit the boat at the same time making her fall forward. To keep from falling down she bent at the waist so she could grab the centerboard trunk. When she did I really got my "reward" for taking them sailing. My face wasn't more than a foot from her "frilly" pantied bottom. We were all wet from the spray of the waves hitting the boat and her panties were probably wetter than anything. The pink from the second pair she was wearing was very evident as was the crotch line. She stayed there for at least 10 seconds like that and I lapped up every nano-second of it. Bret was busy looking at where we were headed so never noticed me looking at his wife's rear end.
As we approached the shore I was concerned by the fact the the doors to the clubhouse were closed and that the beach was pretty much deserted. I scanned it looking for any male, regardless of age, to assist in getting the boat out of the water and onto the trailer. I had Bret jump overboard to hold the boat so I could lower the sails. I reminded him of my dilemma and he told Cat to come hold the boat and he’d go back to the house and get a neighbor to help us. I could only hope that he’d find somebody because leaving the boat in the water was not an option.
While Cat held the boat I was able to get the sails off and up to my car. When I returned I felt I had to make some ”small talk“ and asked how she thought her husband liked sailing. I remember the big smile on her face and her answer was a loud ”Thank you!“. She explained that she’d been longing to get back to sailing but her husband had showed absolutely no interest until then. She offered that maybe now he wouldn’t be so negative towards it. I took the opportunity to tell her that, if she wanted, she could probably sail in the races the next day just by showing up.
When the conversation about sailing stopped I asked her about the tennis outfits and about her tennis playing. She laughed again and said that it wasn’t very good. She told me that her mother had made her take lessons when she was young which managed to turn her away from the game. When she met Bret after college she discovered that he liked the game and on a date he took her to the US Tennis Open at Forest Hills. To curry his favor she asked him to give her lessons which he did. After they got married they lived in the city and had no place to play regularly and then she had a baby. When her in-laws bought a Summer Bungalow a few years earlier her husband encouraged her to get back into tennis again and she said she was enjoying it. Then she asked if I played tennis and it was my turn to laugh. I told her that ”I played at it.“ The she asked if I knew any women who liked to play. I immediately thought of Carol with whom Elle and I had attempted to play on the 4th of July. I told her that, if for no other reason, she should come down to the club the next day and I’d introduce her. She said she'd try. Then, as he said he would, Bret returned with another man and we quickly got the boat up and onto the trailer. In spite of hoping for another peek at Cat’s panties, it wasn’t to be. We said our ”good byes“ and I was on my way home... late.
On Sunday I got to the club a bit early so I could make the changes to the boat that Frank had suggested the previous day as well as to tell Carol about Cat. Carol was excited. Of course I’d told Elle about my previous day and she too wanted to meet the now infamous (in Elle’s mind) Cat. Truthfully, I was hoping that she’d show up looking to sail. Even if she was only going to be around for the month of July, I felt having someone like Cat as part of our sailing group was a definite plus.
When she did arrive it was almost time to head for the starting line. That meant there wasn’t much time for introductions, especially since Elle was already in the water holding my boat. I’d told Carol about her and ran up the beach to steer her over to where Buddy and Carol were preparing their boat. She had her son with her which told me she wasn’t interested in sailing and that disappointed me. She looked very nice in a pair of pink Bermuda shorts and blouse. I did the introductions and headed back to my boat. At that point my interest shifted to the upcoming race.
We had a good start and the adjustment to the boat/sails made a definite difference and the new sails looked good. It made me feel a lot better about having spent the money on them. The only thing I remember about the finishes for the day was that we were among the front runners. Back on shore there was a lot of attention to my sails with any number of the other skippers coming over to get a closer look at them. I’d pretty much forgotten about Cat until I saw her walking out of the water, clothes on, with her son. I’d gotten my boat out of the water and Elle and I were taking the equipment up to the car when I saw her. I remember being somewhat of a smart-ass and asked if she always went swimming with her clothes on (remembering the day before as I said it). Maybe because Elle was there the comment seemed to embarrass her. She said that her son had gone in too deep and had started to panic. She'd just reacted and had run out to where he was. All the while she was talking I was looking at her chest. I could see each and every seam of her bra. Elle caught me and softly kicked me in the shin. That made the introduction a bit awkward. I quickly changed the subject to ask how she made out with Carol and tennis. That got her mind off her son and said that the two of them were getting together during the week. I’d told her that Elle had just taken an interest in tennis and Cat immediately asked if Elle wanted to join them. That caught Elle by surprise and her mind off my ogling of Cat’s very obvious bra and what it held. She said she'd think about it.
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