AUGUST... The backside of Summer... (Part 26e)
Elle and her mother had decided that she would have her “procedure“ the last week in August. The doctors had told them that she’d need a week for recovery and she was due to head back to college the day after Labor Day. The actual date would be determined by the availability of the operating room at the hospital. With that in mind Elle decided to stop work after the last Sunday in August.
My time with Elle had been severely restricted during most of August what with her working as many hours as possible to make up for the lost time for her upcoming operation. Even though I had most afternoons off, she didn’t. As I explained earlier, getting off work at 11pm left me with no choice but to see her at her house for less than an hour each night. We’d gotten ”adventurous“ one night and almost got caught by her mother. That ended that. One thing that helped me mentally was the fact that she had her period for a week during that time.
Elle finished up work when the store closed at 6pm that last Sunday and I, just coming home from the local sailing races, picked her up. What should’ve been a night to spend alone with her was punctuated by the annual combined birthday party for our Fathers. By the time we were ”excused“ it was around 9pm. When we got up to leave we were asked where we were going. We didn’t have an answer so it was ”suggested” by both our mothers that we stay around. I’d anticipated the time alone for days and to say I was upset is to put it mildly. Unfortunately, my immaturity pretty much killed whatever it was that we were going to do. One thing that Elle and I talked about though was the fact that we’d not been on a sailing picnic the whole Summer. I hadn’t really thought about it but later, up in my room, I did and remembered the really good times we’d had.
The next morning, a Monday, Elle, who was no longer working called me at the gas station. Her operation had been scheduled for Wednesday and she called to ask if it were possible to try for a sailing picnic. I knew it was since I had afternoons off but what I really needed was to get off a little earlier than usual (1pm). I immediately asked Cliff, my boss, if I could leave early. The car wash business was really slow that day and recognizing that one person (Tony) could handle it told me I could take off as soon as Tony arrived. He reminded me to be back by 7pm though. I called Elle back and told her I was on my way. By the time I got to her house she’d already made up the lunches and had a thermos of home made lemonade ready to go. I remember she was wearing shorts and a blouse and when she said she was going to change to her bathing suit I asked her not to. I’m pretty sure she asked why but agreed to go as she was. We had to go back to my garage to get the sails and other necessary gear before we could leave. The only concern I had was in who I could get to help us get the boat down the beach and then into the water.
Luck was with me as Tom, the newest member of the sailing club was there working on his boat. He’d taken the week off and planned to teach his wife Jane, who was with him, the nuances of sailboat racing. After talking with him we worked it out that we’d help each other. I did have some concern that he’d want to sail along with us but, after getting both boats into the water, he still had more work to do on his boat. I got the sails up as quickly as possible and we took off.
The wind was out of the North. Knowing that the prevailing wind in the afternoon came out of the south, it made sense to head across the bay so that we’d have an easy trip both going and coming. With the wind behind you it’s pretty much brainless sailing. We both sat in the cockpit with Ele facing me. That was good because as she moved about I could get panty peeks up her leg openings. I was somewhat disappointed in that she was wearing the heavy cotton Carters Spanky Pants and not nylon ones. In any case, we’d been sailing for a while when she jumped up to sit on the deck. I asked what was wrong and she admitted that she’d leaked and was going to pee. Out of somewhere I told her to take her shorts off so she wouldn’t pee in them. She hesitated, looked all around, and, seeing no boats around, stood up and let the shorts fall into the cockpit. Then she sat back down and ooched her bottom out towards the outside of the boat. I remember telling her not to go too far so she wouldn’t fall over if a puff of wind hit us. (That wasn’t going to happen and I knew it) I moved forward and looked right at her crotch as she began peeing. It’s something that’s totally burned into my memory. I watched her pee build up in the triangle between her legs. It was like watching a bowl getting filled. I was also wearing shorts and my penis was trapped as it continued to grow. She stopped before it ran over the coaming and into the cockpit but I was transfixed as I watched the pool of yellow slowly disappear. She was watching me and my face the whole time. When she’d finished she made some sort of comment about me getting “excited” whenever she wet her panties.
I honestly don’t remember us ever having a talk on this particular subject before. I, of course, knew it was true and I guess I sort of thought that she understood. But it was obvious that she’d not put much, if any, thought into it. The conversation for the rest of the way was totally on that subject. It was embarrassing for me but I realized that I couldn’t hide from it any longer. I, without going into any of the detail I’ve given in this whole blog, told her about my fascination with girls wetting themselves. She had some questions for me but the sum and substance of it for her was to be reassured that my interest in her wasn’t driven by her wetting problem. I don’t remember having to plead with her to believe me that I was in love with her and not her peeing. I did have to admit that it was a very sexual thing for me though. I know we didn’t get much further than that before we arrived at the other side of the bay and I had to decide where to go ashore.
To be continued...
Sunday, October 07, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
AUGUST... The backside of Summer... (Part 26d)
The next few weeks are kind of a jumble in my mind. There were a few things that happened that kind of messed up my already harried life. Tony, my friend who worked at the gas station with me got ”grounded” by his mother. Earlier in the Summer he’d picked up a girl at the movies and had been seeing her, on and off. As I remember it, Tony had come home one night and, probably drunk, had left his car in the middle of the driveway. His mother, very devoted to the church, couldn’t get her car out to go and got in Tony’s car to move it. When she did she found a used condom on the floor. Well, Tony’s ass was grass and his mother was the lawn mower. He was allowed to use the car to go to work but he, and the car, had to be home when the sun went down. That affected me in that Tony had been closing the gas station down at night which allowed me to pick Elle up when she finished up at 9pm. That gave us 3 three hours alone. Now it would be up to me to close up and only an hour with Elle. The worst part of that was that it’d have to be at her house. There was no way her mother would allow her to go out anywhere after 11pm. Actually, it made for a really long day for me as I also opened up at 7am. However, it did give me time off in the afternoons. Elle didn’t work every afternoon which should’ve worked in my favor. But, as far as the “amorous” side of the equation went, it didn’t as Elle had her period during most of that time.
There were two “panty related” incidents that took place around that time. I’m not sure the order of them but one had to do with the ladies rest room at the gas station. After opening all the garage bay doors when I got there in the morning I had to make sure the rest rooms were “acceptable”. That meant toilet paper, soap and paper towels were in place and that the floors weren’t a mess. I’d usually take a damp mop and quickly swipe the floors. On this one day I just flung the mop head around the base of the ladies toilet and saw something come out from behind it. I picked it up thinking it was a wadded up paper towel. But it was cloth and it only took a second or two to see it was a pair of cotton panties. I shook them out and could see the yellow stain in the crotch area. I could feel a bulge growing in my pants as I did. I took a peek at the label but only found a small tag with the size (5) in them. They were what I called “common” panties. The type you’d find at a 5 & 10 cent store. But, what was interesting was that there was a name tag sewn into the elastic in the back of them. Both Elle and I had name tags sewn into our clothes when we left for college so the tag told me that they probably belonged to a college girl. I tried to remember who I’d waited on the night before and couldn’t come up with anyone. I still found it interesting and gave me something to ponder when things were slow.
The other incident happened as I was closing the station up one night. If business was really slow I’d “cheat” and close a bit early. I’d close all the bay doors and make sure the rest rooms were locked and then run out in the road. If I couldn’t see any headlights coming from either direction I’d run back inside and throw the switch to shut down the big sign out by the road. As I closed the door to the office three girls came jogging up. I was not expecting anyone so they sort of scared me. One asked if I had a car and when I said I did she asked if I could give them a ride to the Catholic girls camp down the road. I herded them out back and to my car and started down the road. I was wondering how they were allowed out as everything I’d heard was that they were pretty much sequestered there, especially at night. I didn’t say anything though. All of a sudden the girl in the front seat sort of screamed for me to stop. I didn’t see anything in the road but did as she instructed. Then she told me she had to find a small road off to the right. Then it hit me.
When I’d taken the Nun’s car back to the camp earlier that Summer I’d done a little “exploring” on my own afterwards, trying to find out how far back the camp property actually ran. I didn’t remember the name of the road (it was more like a path as it wasn’t paved) or anything that I could use as a point of reference. So, we went slowly. After going past a couple of them the girl told me to turn down one. We went past a few small bungalows and then the girl cried out for me to stop and turn out the lights. She was sure it was the right road and called for the other girls to follow her. I watched them run down the road a short way and then run into the underbrush. I was intrigued. I remembered I’d found the back fence when I’d done my exploring and had seen two T pole wash lines right along side the fence. All of a sudden I found my heart racing. I shut the motor off and got out. My eyes had become accustomed to the darkness and the ambient light allowed me to find the silhouette of the administration building roof. I followed it and quickly found the fence, a typical chain link one. I also found where the girls had gotten out and back into the grounds. They hadn’t even tried to pull it back into place. I got on my hands and knees and crawled through. I swear I could hear my heart beating.
From where I was I could see both the washlines. The one closest to me didn’t have much on it but the one closest to the building had a lot more. Walking right up along the fence I made my way to them. The back row was mostly bathing suits and towels but when I ducked under them I found what I was hoping for... panties! I knew that most of the girls at the camp were in their early teens but the counselors were mostly college students. I pretty much assumed that's what the girls I’d just helped were. I was hoping that I’d find some of their things. If I were to guess I’d say there were probably ten to twelve pair right there in front of me intermingled with shorts and blouses. The whiteness of them contrasted nicely so that I could get an idea of size. There were three cotton pair all together and they seemed to be about the size that Elle wore. They also weren’t the band leg type like the Carter’s Spanky Pants that she wore. That intrigued me. I’ll bet I stood there for at least three minutes trying to make up my mind as to weather to take them or not. I finally decided to take just one. I pulled the clothes pins off and stuffed them into my pocket. I held the panties, damp in the evening air, in my hand as I worked my way back to the opening in the fence. Once back outside I made an attempt to push the fence back in place and then headed for my car. I remember being glad to sit down as I was actually shaking. I spread the panties out on the seat and just looked at them as I tried to calm down. When I finally did I ended up backing out of the road before turning on my lights. I never touched the panties until I got home. Using the light from the light in the driveway the first thing I did was to look for the label. It was on the waist elastic on the left hand side. I knew I’d seen that before. Unfortunately, the label was so washed out that there wasn’t enough light to read it. I also noticed that the panties weren’t white but appeared to be light yellow. I did more inspecting around the waist and, like the panties I’d found at the gas station, found a name tag. That was exciting, although I didn’t know what I’d do with the information.
I stuffed them into my pants pocket and headed for my room. Then with enough light I was able to determine that the panties were the Lollypop brand and a size 6. I’d only seen a few Lollypops and they were all band leg so this was a first. They belonged to a girl named Jill and I immediately wondered if she was one of the girls I’d given a lift to earlier. The only one I got even a brief look at was the one in the front seat. She wasn’t anything special but I went to sleep fantasizing that the panties were hers.
To be continued...
The next few weeks are kind of a jumble in my mind. There were a few things that happened that kind of messed up my already harried life. Tony, my friend who worked at the gas station with me got ”grounded” by his mother. Earlier in the Summer he’d picked up a girl at the movies and had been seeing her, on and off. As I remember it, Tony had come home one night and, probably drunk, had left his car in the middle of the driveway. His mother, very devoted to the church, couldn’t get her car out to go and got in Tony’s car to move it. When she did she found a used condom on the floor. Well, Tony’s ass was grass and his mother was the lawn mower. He was allowed to use the car to go to work but he, and the car, had to be home when the sun went down. That affected me in that Tony had been closing the gas station down at night which allowed me to pick Elle up when she finished up at 9pm. That gave us 3 three hours alone. Now it would be up to me to close up and only an hour with Elle. The worst part of that was that it’d have to be at her house. There was no way her mother would allow her to go out anywhere after 11pm. Actually, it made for a really long day for me as I also opened up at 7am. However, it did give me time off in the afternoons. Elle didn’t work every afternoon which should’ve worked in my favor. But, as far as the “amorous” side of the equation went, it didn’t as Elle had her period during most of that time.
There were two “panty related” incidents that took place around that time. I’m not sure the order of them but one had to do with the ladies rest room at the gas station. After opening all the garage bay doors when I got there in the morning I had to make sure the rest rooms were “acceptable”. That meant toilet paper, soap and paper towels were in place and that the floors weren’t a mess. I’d usually take a damp mop and quickly swipe the floors. On this one day I just flung the mop head around the base of the ladies toilet and saw something come out from behind it. I picked it up thinking it was a wadded up paper towel. But it was cloth and it only took a second or two to see it was a pair of cotton panties. I shook them out and could see the yellow stain in the crotch area. I could feel a bulge growing in my pants as I did. I took a peek at the label but only found a small tag with the size (5) in them. They were what I called “common” panties. The type you’d find at a 5 & 10 cent store. But, what was interesting was that there was a name tag sewn into the elastic in the back of them. Both Elle and I had name tags sewn into our clothes when we left for college so the tag told me that they probably belonged to a college girl. I tried to remember who I’d waited on the night before and couldn’t come up with anyone. I still found it interesting and gave me something to ponder when things were slow.
The other incident happened as I was closing the station up one night. If business was really slow I’d “cheat” and close a bit early. I’d close all the bay doors and make sure the rest rooms were locked and then run out in the road. If I couldn’t see any headlights coming from either direction I’d run back inside and throw the switch to shut down the big sign out by the road. As I closed the door to the office three girls came jogging up. I was not expecting anyone so they sort of scared me. One asked if I had a car and when I said I did she asked if I could give them a ride to the Catholic girls camp down the road. I herded them out back and to my car and started down the road. I was wondering how they were allowed out as everything I’d heard was that they were pretty much sequestered there, especially at night. I didn’t say anything though. All of a sudden the girl in the front seat sort of screamed for me to stop. I didn’t see anything in the road but did as she instructed. Then she told me she had to find a small road off to the right. Then it hit me.
When I’d taken the Nun’s car back to the camp earlier that Summer I’d done a little “exploring” on my own afterwards, trying to find out how far back the camp property actually ran. I didn’t remember the name of the road (it was more like a path as it wasn’t paved) or anything that I could use as a point of reference. So, we went slowly. After going past a couple of them the girl told me to turn down one. We went past a few small bungalows and then the girl cried out for me to stop and turn out the lights. She was sure it was the right road and called for the other girls to follow her. I watched them run down the road a short way and then run into the underbrush. I was intrigued. I remembered I’d found the back fence when I’d done my exploring and had seen two T pole wash lines right along side the fence. All of a sudden I found my heart racing. I shut the motor off and got out. My eyes had become accustomed to the darkness and the ambient light allowed me to find the silhouette of the administration building roof. I followed it and quickly found the fence, a typical chain link one. I also found where the girls had gotten out and back into the grounds. They hadn’t even tried to pull it back into place. I got on my hands and knees and crawled through. I swear I could hear my heart beating.
From where I was I could see both the washlines. The one closest to me didn’t have much on it but the one closest to the building had a lot more. Walking right up along the fence I made my way to them. The back row was mostly bathing suits and towels but when I ducked under them I found what I was hoping for... panties! I knew that most of the girls at the camp were in their early teens but the counselors were mostly college students. I pretty much assumed that's what the girls I’d just helped were. I was hoping that I’d find some of their things. If I were to guess I’d say there were probably ten to twelve pair right there in front of me intermingled with shorts and blouses. The whiteness of them contrasted nicely so that I could get an idea of size. There were three cotton pair all together and they seemed to be about the size that Elle wore. They also weren’t the band leg type like the Carter’s Spanky Pants that she wore. That intrigued me. I’ll bet I stood there for at least three minutes trying to make up my mind as to weather to take them or not. I finally decided to take just one. I pulled the clothes pins off and stuffed them into my pocket. I held the panties, damp in the evening air, in my hand as I worked my way back to the opening in the fence. Once back outside I made an attempt to push the fence back in place and then headed for my car. I remember being glad to sit down as I was actually shaking. I spread the panties out on the seat and just looked at them as I tried to calm down. When I finally did I ended up backing out of the road before turning on my lights. I never touched the panties until I got home. Using the light from the light in the driveway the first thing I did was to look for the label. It was on the waist elastic on the left hand side. I knew I’d seen that before. Unfortunately, the label was so washed out that there wasn’t enough light to read it. I also noticed that the panties weren’t white but appeared to be light yellow. I did more inspecting around the waist and, like the panties I’d found at the gas station, found a name tag. That was exciting, although I didn’t know what I’d do with the information.
I stuffed them into my pants pocket and headed for my room. Then with enough light I was able to determine that the panties were the Lollypop brand and a size 6. I’d only seen a few Lollypops and they were all band leg so this was a first. They belonged to a girl named Jill and I immediately wondered if she was one of the girls I’d given a lift to earlier. The only one I got even a brief look at was the one in the front seat. She wasn’t anything special but I went to sleep fantasizing that the panties were hers.
To be continued...
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
AUGUST... The backside of Summer (Part 26c)
After the race and back at the club I found out that the twins had managed to do well and so had Buddy and Carol. I felt good for them but was now really upset in that, to beat Billy for the trophy, I had to beat him in the last race the next day. I wasn’t much interested in visiting with anyone and just remember leaving as soon as I could. My mood hadn’t changed by the time I got home. Even though the racecar I’d bought from my friend Cliffy wasn’t ready to race I’d originally intended to go to the races anyway. Elle, without my car racing, had no interest in going and had made other plans. So, basically, I stayed home wallowing in self pity.
When I woke up Sunday morning I found the absolutely worst scenario for me as far as sailing was concerned. No wind! I remember saying a prayer that it would come up. One of the things that most racers would do on the ferry trip to the island was to get the ferry hands to give them the time for the tide changes. I’m not going to try and explain the importance of this information in detail but serious racers needed to know. The water we sailed in had definite patterns of water flow that affected our performance. When the tide was coming in it pushed the boat one way and when it was going out it would push it the other way. Basically, you didn’t want to be in the area where the water was flowing the fastest. Having said all that, with little wind to work with, tides would be a major factor in the race. I was all bent out of shape because we were probably one of the heaviest competitors. I think Billy might have been the next heaviest. Once the race started it was obvious that the lighter teams had an advantage. The twins ended up rounding the first mark leading. I don’t remember where we were but we were ahead of Billy. Using all the local knowledge I had gleaned in past years I managed to work my way up to fourth or fifth as we headed for the finish line with Billy right behind me. I’m not sure if the twins were still first but they were ahead of us. The way the course was set up we had to go from the mainland side towards the island and had to cross right through the swiftest tidal waters. However, almost everybody knew when the tide was to change direction and it was just about at that time. Tide changes from in to out don’t happen like turning a light switch on or off. As the time for the change approaches, the flow lessens, almost like a dimmer on that light switch. As we all started across, the leaders decided to try and avoid the tidal area. Knowing that it wasn’t really all that bad I headed straight for the finish line with Billy following me. When the gun went off signifying that I’d won the race it also meant that I’d won the trophy for the third year in a row. I was ecstatic.
I think the twins held on to finish third. With the boats back on dry land they came over to congratulate me. The first thing I noticed was that the first one to arrive (I think it was Penny) had a wet spot in the crotch of her red shorts. We never had enough wind to make a wave so, in my mind, it probably was pee. With little wind it had taken almost three hours to complete the race. I remember watching her approach and feeling a bulge start. She wanted to give me a hug and a kiss and the last thing I wanted her to know was that I had the start of a hard-on. I remember bending down and over just to avoid our mid sections touching. Any doubt as to the origination of the wet spot was put to rest when the other twin arrived a few seconds later. It was something like “Have you no shame?” as she brushed past her to give me a kiss and a hug.
Elle had come with me like she had the previous year but she didn’t make the same mistake of going out on a spectator boat. Instead, she had walked down by the ferry slip to watch the race from there. Upon her return to the clubhouse she went in to change her “package” and, as luck would have it, she appeared just as the second twin was giving me my congratulatory hug. I could see the disapproving look on her face as she got to us. When I went to give her a kiss she just backed away. Not what I wanted! I tried to explain but she walked away.
David and I got the boat ready to trail home and about the time we were through it was time to hand out the trophies. Elle was with us as we waited. I remember feeling someone touch me on the shoulder and turned to see one of the twins and a man and woman behind her. It turned out they were the parents and they wanted to meet me. The father shook my hand and thanked me profusely for helping the girls. I was truly embarrassed. Then I remember the mother thanking me for encouraging the girls about their racing. Even today I can’t remember having said anything that could have been construed as encouragement but what could I say or do. I do remember introducing Elle and David to them and explaining that it was David who’s part had allowed the girls to continue racing that weekend. That fact notwithstanding, they continued to thank me. I remember being thankful when the horn blew to signify the start of the ceremonies.
When the program was over and we were getting ready to leave, the twins father came up to me and gave me (and Elle and David) a personal invitation to come to a party at their house at the end of August. He got my address and said that I’d get a formal invitation in a week or so. Elle still didn’t know what to make of the whole thing. David had made an attempt to explain to her what had happened to the twin’s boat and that “all the fuss” had to do with that. Even with that I remember it being a quiet (and long) wait to get on the ferry. It was during this time that I started to think about how long it’d been since Elle had used the ladies room. Because of my poor attitude that morning I really hadn’t any idea what Elle had chosen to wear as her “package” that day. There still weren’t any toilets at the ferry slip and as I calculated it, by the time we got on the ferry it was over two hours. I remembered what had happened on the ferry exactly one year earlier and that thought started a “bulge“ going. The big difference from that day was David. There was no way I was going to be able to ask her about her status or to try and persuade her to ”just go“ if she were struggling. So I just kept quiet... and kept observing.
Since David lived at the East end of our community he volunteered to walk home so I could just drive into my driveway. If there was any conversation on the trip home I don’t remember any of it. I do remember Elle staying in the car until David started walking away. Just as she started to get out of the car my parents started walking towards us. It wasn’t that Elle didn’t think my parents weren’t aware of her ”problem“ but as a teenager, adults intimidated her whenever there was a chance that they would know she was wet. When she didn’t get out of the car I knew why. I cut my parents off before they got to the car and boat and quickly told them I’d won. I also pleaded with them to go get me something to eat as I hadn’t had much to eat that day (which was true). I promised to tell them all about the race as soon as I had something in my stomach. As soon as they headed back to the house Elle made a B-line for her house. The backside of her shorts were soaked.
After eating I found I was really exhausted. I decided I’d clean the boat up the next day and take it back to the sailing club the next night. I went over to Elle’s and had to tell her father about the whole weekend. I sounded like a broken record. By the time her parents headed off to bed I found myself fighting to stay awake even though there were still some vestiges of daylight. I was ready to go home and to bed but Elle begged me to stay. When she was sure her parents were in bed she then apologized for being so jealous of the twins. There was no way I was going to tell her that my main interst in them was their panties so I just accepted the apology hoping to let the subject drop. Then she apologized for peeing in my car. I’m glad it was dark and that she couldn’t see my face as I’m sure I was smiling. Again, I accepted her apology without comment. I also remember her reaching up to me and kissing me... hard. THAT woke me up! But other than a few more minutes of kissing and hugging that was pretty much it for the night. I really was tired!
To be continued...
After the race and back at the club I found out that the twins had managed to do well and so had Buddy and Carol. I felt good for them but was now really upset in that, to beat Billy for the trophy, I had to beat him in the last race the next day. I wasn’t much interested in visiting with anyone and just remember leaving as soon as I could. My mood hadn’t changed by the time I got home. Even though the racecar I’d bought from my friend Cliffy wasn’t ready to race I’d originally intended to go to the races anyway. Elle, without my car racing, had no interest in going and had made other plans. So, basically, I stayed home wallowing in self pity.
When I woke up Sunday morning I found the absolutely worst scenario for me as far as sailing was concerned. No wind! I remember saying a prayer that it would come up. One of the things that most racers would do on the ferry trip to the island was to get the ferry hands to give them the time for the tide changes. I’m not going to try and explain the importance of this information in detail but serious racers needed to know. The water we sailed in had definite patterns of water flow that affected our performance. When the tide was coming in it pushed the boat one way and when it was going out it would push it the other way. Basically, you didn’t want to be in the area where the water was flowing the fastest. Having said all that, with little wind to work with, tides would be a major factor in the race. I was all bent out of shape because we were probably one of the heaviest competitors. I think Billy might have been the next heaviest. Once the race started it was obvious that the lighter teams had an advantage. The twins ended up rounding the first mark leading. I don’t remember where we were but we were ahead of Billy. Using all the local knowledge I had gleaned in past years I managed to work my way up to fourth or fifth as we headed for the finish line with Billy right behind me. I’m not sure if the twins were still first but they were ahead of us. The way the course was set up we had to go from the mainland side towards the island and had to cross right through the swiftest tidal waters. However, almost everybody knew when the tide was to change direction and it was just about at that time. Tide changes from in to out don’t happen like turning a light switch on or off. As the time for the change approaches, the flow lessens, almost like a dimmer on that light switch. As we all started across, the leaders decided to try and avoid the tidal area. Knowing that it wasn’t really all that bad I headed straight for the finish line with Billy following me. When the gun went off signifying that I’d won the race it also meant that I’d won the trophy for the third year in a row. I was ecstatic.
I think the twins held on to finish third. With the boats back on dry land they came over to congratulate me. The first thing I noticed was that the first one to arrive (I think it was Penny) had a wet spot in the crotch of her red shorts. We never had enough wind to make a wave so, in my mind, it probably was pee. With little wind it had taken almost three hours to complete the race. I remember watching her approach and feeling a bulge start. She wanted to give me a hug and a kiss and the last thing I wanted her to know was that I had the start of a hard-on. I remember bending down and over just to avoid our mid sections touching. Any doubt as to the origination of the wet spot was put to rest when the other twin arrived a few seconds later. It was something like “Have you no shame?” as she brushed past her to give me a kiss and a hug.
Elle had come with me like she had the previous year but she didn’t make the same mistake of going out on a spectator boat. Instead, she had walked down by the ferry slip to watch the race from there. Upon her return to the clubhouse she went in to change her “package” and, as luck would have it, she appeared just as the second twin was giving me my congratulatory hug. I could see the disapproving look on her face as she got to us. When I went to give her a kiss she just backed away. Not what I wanted! I tried to explain but she walked away.
David and I got the boat ready to trail home and about the time we were through it was time to hand out the trophies. Elle was with us as we waited. I remember feeling someone touch me on the shoulder and turned to see one of the twins and a man and woman behind her. It turned out they were the parents and they wanted to meet me. The father shook my hand and thanked me profusely for helping the girls. I was truly embarrassed. Then I remember the mother thanking me for encouraging the girls about their racing. Even today I can’t remember having said anything that could have been construed as encouragement but what could I say or do. I do remember introducing Elle and David to them and explaining that it was David who’s part had allowed the girls to continue racing that weekend. That fact notwithstanding, they continued to thank me. I remember being thankful when the horn blew to signify the start of the ceremonies.
When the program was over and we were getting ready to leave, the twins father came up to me and gave me (and Elle and David) a personal invitation to come to a party at their house at the end of August. He got my address and said that I’d get a formal invitation in a week or so. Elle still didn’t know what to make of the whole thing. David had made an attempt to explain to her what had happened to the twin’s boat and that “all the fuss” had to do with that. Even with that I remember it being a quiet (and long) wait to get on the ferry. It was during this time that I started to think about how long it’d been since Elle had used the ladies room. Because of my poor attitude that morning I really hadn’t any idea what Elle had chosen to wear as her “package” that day. There still weren’t any toilets at the ferry slip and as I calculated it, by the time we got on the ferry it was over two hours. I remembered what had happened on the ferry exactly one year earlier and that thought started a “bulge“ going. The big difference from that day was David. There was no way I was going to be able to ask her about her status or to try and persuade her to ”just go“ if she were struggling. So I just kept quiet... and kept observing.
Since David lived at the East end of our community he volunteered to walk home so I could just drive into my driveway. If there was any conversation on the trip home I don’t remember any of it. I do remember Elle staying in the car until David started walking away. Just as she started to get out of the car my parents started walking towards us. It wasn’t that Elle didn’t think my parents weren’t aware of her ”problem“ but as a teenager, adults intimidated her whenever there was a chance that they would know she was wet. When she didn’t get out of the car I knew why. I cut my parents off before they got to the car and boat and quickly told them I’d won. I also pleaded with them to go get me something to eat as I hadn’t had much to eat that day (which was true). I promised to tell them all about the race as soon as I had something in my stomach. As soon as they headed back to the house Elle made a B-line for her house. The backside of her shorts were soaked.
After eating I found I was really exhausted. I decided I’d clean the boat up the next day and take it back to the sailing club the next night. I went over to Elle’s and had to tell her father about the whole weekend. I sounded like a broken record. By the time her parents headed off to bed I found myself fighting to stay awake even though there were still some vestiges of daylight. I was ready to go home and to bed but Elle begged me to stay. When she was sure her parents were in bed she then apologized for being so jealous of the twins. There was no way I was going to tell her that my main interst in them was their panties so I just accepted the apology hoping to let the subject drop. Then she apologized for peeing in my car. I’m glad it was dark and that she couldn’t see my face as I’m sure I was smiling. Again, I accepted her apology without comment. I also remember her reaching up to me and kissing me... hard. THAT woke me up! But other than a few more minutes of kissing and hugging that was pretty much it for the night. I really was tired!
To be continued...
Monday, September 03, 2007
AUGUST... The backside of Summer... (Part 26b)
One of the ladies affiliated with the yacht club took pity on Carol and, living within walking distance, went home and got some dry clothes for her while I was checking out the twin’s boat. That made her infinitely happier. When I was done with that I loaded both my wet sails along with Buddy’s into the trunk of my car. Even though made of synthetic material, we had been taught to wash the salt out of them and to get them as dry as possible as soon as we could. Buddy and I had set it up that he’d leave his car and I’d drive home that night and then back the next day. It took quite a while to get off the island with the car and by the time we got to Buddy’s house it was almost time to eat. When we pulled into his driveway he was shocked to see the clotheslines completely filled. Carol’s parents were leaving right after supper and her mother had washed all the bed linens and towels out. The clothesline at my house was really long. I’d previously had two sets of sails hanging on it so told Buddy I’d take care of his sails for him.
At home, I pulled all the sails out and hung mine on the line to rinse them off. When I went back to get Buddy’s I found Carol’s wet clothes all balled up with them. I know I looked all around just to make sure no one was paying attention to me as I unrolled them to get to her panties and bra. I pretty much recognized her panties because of the tunnel elastic at the waist. When I actually spread them out I saw an applique that I sort of recognized from observing them on the washline at Buddy’s. As much as my initial thought was to take them and to hide them, reality quickly took hold. I ended up rinsing them off along with the sails. I didn’t hang them on the wash line though but, along with her other clothes, put them on the floor of the front seat of my car. I wanted Elle to see them and was trying to come up with some way to have her “discover” them. I figured that the other wet clothes would be enough of a “cover” so that she wouldn’t think I’d stolen them.
I was just finishing up when I saw Elle’s mother drive past with her. I ran over but had to temper my “enthusiasm” because her mother was right there. We really didn’t have any plans for that evening so, after eating we came back to my house. The wind was still blowing quite hard so the sails had pretty much dried by then and Elle helped me fold them. Still thinking of Carol’s panties lying on the floor of the car I suggested that we go for a ride to take the sails back to Buddy. I figured that she didn’t know Buddy was riding with me the next day and I’d be able to point out Carol’s panties to her and how nice they were. The way I’d placed Carol’s wet clothes on the floor there was no way for Elle to miss them and she didn’t. BUT... when she saw them she wanted to know why I had a pair of girls panties in my car. I didn’t expect the reaction I got but probably should have. It took a bit of talking (and the ride to Buddy’s house) to convince her that there wasn’t anything untoward about them. WHEW!!!
We stayed at Buddy’s house until his parents showed up. They had returned from their trip the day before and stayed at their Winter home but were there for the weekend. Even though Elle said she now understood about the panties she didn’t act it as she was a bit distant on our trip home. I sensed it would an exercise in futility to get too amorous so settled for some kisses and a long hug at her door.
I picked Buddy and Carol up around 7am the next morning. We decided to park the car on the mainland and lug our sails and gear by hand on the ferry to save time. Back at the club we saw a surprising amount of activity for being that early. Not surprisingly the twins were at their boat when we arrived. I went over and told them that my crew was bringing the part they needed and I was “attacked” by both of them. I can still see the smiles on their faces. But, the hard part was in getting the broken part off the boat. Sailing in salt water, even stainless steel rusts and that’s what I found when trying to remove the piece. I enlisted their help and got an unexpected “reward”. I needed one of them to climb under the rear deck and the other to sit on the bow to balance the boat. I proceeded to unscrew the part while the one held a pair of vice grips on the nut. When it popped off I went to retrieve the nut and when I did... voila! She ( I think it was Pam) was lying on her side and as I stuck my head under the deck I got a beautiful view. In my mind I was seeing the same heavy cotton panties that I’d seen before. Oh how I wanted to ask where she got them... but I didn’t. I knew that the other twin was watching us so my “peek” was a quick one. Just about the time I was done removing the broken part David showed up. He asked if he could help but I dispatched him to get my boat ready. Truthfully, I was hoping that somehow, some way, I’d get another “peek”. I didn’t but when I finished and adjusted the rudder to make it fit properly I got a big hug from each of them. It was still pretty nice.
The wind was still quite strong for being early in the morning. Thankfully, the race committee elected to race on the “inner” course. David and I quickly took the lead and held on to finish second. Billy, the fellow who went to the same college as me, won the race and, combined with his second place finish from the previous day had him tied with me for first place. The twins made out OK. I don’t remember where they placed but I do remember noting that they were sailing in their bathing suits and being disappointed by that. There was a lunch break between races and we all returned to the yacht club. Two of David’s college buddies had showed up with some cold beer. I probably hadn’t had more that one or two beers since arriving home from college. But that old bug-a-boo, “peer pressure” came into play and I ended up drinking my lunch. I won’t say I was drunk but I was close to it when we headed back out for the third race. David was about the same. Somehow, he managed to fall overboard on our way to the starting line. By the time we got there we were a few minutes late. The wind had died by quite a bit and David’s added weight was a definite burden. I managed to work my way up to mid fleet but Billy had finished 3rd which now had him ahead of me. I remember being mad at myself for letting this happen.
To be continued...
One of the ladies affiliated with the yacht club took pity on Carol and, living within walking distance, went home and got some dry clothes for her while I was checking out the twin’s boat. That made her infinitely happier. When I was done with that I loaded both my wet sails along with Buddy’s into the trunk of my car. Even though made of synthetic material, we had been taught to wash the salt out of them and to get them as dry as possible as soon as we could. Buddy and I had set it up that he’d leave his car and I’d drive home that night and then back the next day. It took quite a while to get off the island with the car and by the time we got to Buddy’s house it was almost time to eat. When we pulled into his driveway he was shocked to see the clotheslines completely filled. Carol’s parents were leaving right after supper and her mother had washed all the bed linens and towels out. The clothesline at my house was really long. I’d previously had two sets of sails hanging on it so told Buddy I’d take care of his sails for him.
At home, I pulled all the sails out and hung mine on the line to rinse them off. When I went back to get Buddy’s I found Carol’s wet clothes all balled up with them. I know I looked all around just to make sure no one was paying attention to me as I unrolled them to get to her panties and bra. I pretty much recognized her panties because of the tunnel elastic at the waist. When I actually spread them out I saw an applique that I sort of recognized from observing them on the washline at Buddy’s. As much as my initial thought was to take them and to hide them, reality quickly took hold. I ended up rinsing them off along with the sails. I didn’t hang them on the wash line though but, along with her other clothes, put them on the floor of the front seat of my car. I wanted Elle to see them and was trying to come up with some way to have her “discover” them. I figured that the other wet clothes would be enough of a “cover” so that she wouldn’t think I’d stolen them.
I was just finishing up when I saw Elle’s mother drive past with her. I ran over but had to temper my “enthusiasm” because her mother was right there. We really didn’t have any plans for that evening so, after eating we came back to my house. The wind was still blowing quite hard so the sails had pretty much dried by then and Elle helped me fold them. Still thinking of Carol’s panties lying on the floor of the car I suggested that we go for a ride to take the sails back to Buddy. I figured that she didn’t know Buddy was riding with me the next day and I’d be able to point out Carol’s panties to her and how nice they were. The way I’d placed Carol’s wet clothes on the floor there was no way for Elle to miss them and she didn’t. BUT... when she saw them she wanted to know why I had a pair of girls panties in my car. I didn’t expect the reaction I got but probably should have. It took a bit of talking (and the ride to Buddy’s house) to convince her that there wasn’t anything untoward about them. WHEW!!!
We stayed at Buddy’s house until his parents showed up. They had returned from their trip the day before and stayed at their Winter home but were there for the weekend. Even though Elle said she now understood about the panties she didn’t act it as she was a bit distant on our trip home. I sensed it would an exercise in futility to get too amorous so settled for some kisses and a long hug at her door.
I picked Buddy and Carol up around 7am the next morning. We decided to park the car on the mainland and lug our sails and gear by hand on the ferry to save time. Back at the club we saw a surprising amount of activity for being that early. Not surprisingly the twins were at their boat when we arrived. I went over and told them that my crew was bringing the part they needed and I was “attacked” by both of them. I can still see the smiles on their faces. But, the hard part was in getting the broken part off the boat. Sailing in salt water, even stainless steel rusts and that’s what I found when trying to remove the piece. I enlisted their help and got an unexpected “reward”. I needed one of them to climb under the rear deck and the other to sit on the bow to balance the boat. I proceeded to unscrew the part while the one held a pair of vice grips on the nut. When it popped off I went to retrieve the nut and when I did... voila! She ( I think it was Pam) was lying on her side and as I stuck my head under the deck I got a beautiful view. In my mind I was seeing the same heavy cotton panties that I’d seen before. Oh how I wanted to ask where she got them... but I didn’t. I knew that the other twin was watching us so my “peek” was a quick one. Just about the time I was done removing the broken part David showed up. He asked if he could help but I dispatched him to get my boat ready. Truthfully, I was hoping that somehow, some way, I’d get another “peek”. I didn’t but when I finished and adjusted the rudder to make it fit properly I got a big hug from each of them. It was still pretty nice.
The wind was still quite strong for being early in the morning. Thankfully, the race committee elected to race on the “inner” course. David and I quickly took the lead and held on to finish second. Billy, the fellow who went to the same college as me, won the race and, combined with his second place finish from the previous day had him tied with me for first place. The twins made out OK. I don’t remember where they placed but I do remember noting that they were sailing in their bathing suits and being disappointed by that. There was a lunch break between races and we all returned to the yacht club. Two of David’s college buddies had showed up with some cold beer. I probably hadn’t had more that one or two beers since arriving home from college. But that old bug-a-boo, “peer pressure” came into play and I ended up drinking my lunch. I won’t say I was drunk but I was close to it when we headed back out for the third race. David was about the same. Somehow, he managed to fall overboard on our way to the starting line. By the time we got there we were a few minutes late. The wind had died by quite a bit and David’s added weight was a definite burden. I managed to work my way up to mid fleet but Billy had finished 3rd which now had him ahead of me. I remember being mad at myself for letting this happen.
To be continued...
Monday, August 27, 2007
AUGUST... The backside of Summer... (Part 26a)
With all the attention I’d showered on Elle during the week the one thing that really got neglected was my preparation for the Summer’s second big sailing regatta. This was the three day event that I’d won the previous two years. If I’d gone back to the gas station I would’ve known that Buddy had come looking for me to help him get his boat ready to go. This was the one that was hosted at the fancy yacht club on the island where you had to take a ferry boat to get to. Even though the first race wasn’t scheduled until Friday afternoon, I knew from experience that I had to get to the ferry slip in the morning if I hoped to be able to race that afternoon. Where they were able to put up to 15 cars on at a time, they would only allow three that had boat trailers attached. I’d cleared my absence for the three days with my boss, Cliff, so that didn’t factor into my plans. I got up early, even for me, and headed for the sailing club. Fortunately, there were a few others who had the same idea so I did have some help in moving my boat off the sand and to the parking lot. We all left together and were greeted by a long line at the ferry. Not good!
On top of that my regular crew, John, was off visiting prospective colleges with his parents. I was a bit peeved in that John knew the importance of this particular weekend and now wasn’t going to sail with me. I got lucky in that one of the people who normally raced at the sailing club, David, had been going to Summer school and was now home. He'd decided not to race and was available to crew for me. The downside was that he was 40 pounds heavier than John. That was going to be a problem unless the wind really blew hard. But at least I had a crew.
By the time I got to the yacht club, most of the good places to park boats were taken and there was absolutely no place to park the car. I was kicking myself for not getting the boat ready the night before when I had the chance. By the time I finally got the car parked I was pretty stressed. David still hadn’t arrived and I had to rig the boat (put the mast in place and put the sails on). I barely had the mast in place when one of the twin girls that I’d raced against two weeks prior showed up. In spite of my “stress”, the first thought I had was in wondering if she was still wearing the heavy cotton panties that I’d seen her wear before. Somehow, on the trip from her home, they lost a couple of the pins necessary to hold the stays that hold the mast in place. I didn’t need the interruption but I did have a soft spot in my heart for her and her sister so made the trek back to the car. With pins in hand I approached their boat and as I did my frustration disappeared. The other sister was inside the boat, on her back and up under the foredeck. One of her legs was tucked up and as I approached I had almost a half crotch look at her panties. At first blush they sure looked like the same ones as before. With the other sister right there I only had those few seconds to do my peeking without being caught.
David showed up in time to finish getting the boat ready so I could attend the skipper’s meeting. The wind was, uncharacteristically, blowing quite hard for that time of the morning. I was surprised that the race committee had decided to send the four larger classes of boats (including mine) out into open water. If tradition held, the wind would build once afternoon arrived. With David and his extra 40 pounds I knew it would be an advantage for me. But I was also thinking about the twins who, between the two of them, probably weighed 80 to 100 pounds less than we did. Then there was Buddy. He’d decided to have his girlfriend, Carol, crew for him. It would be the first time in a race for her and, in talking with him during the meeting, he admitted that she was a bit overwhelmed.
It didn’t take long for us to take command of the race. Because we were sent out into open water we were using government placed bouys as course markers. That allowed us to pretty much pick where we wanted to sail. By the time we reached the first mark we had no idea who was second. The wind was really blowing hard and even with our added weight we had a hard time controlling the boat. On the last leg, heading for the finish line, we saw any number of boats being towed with their sails down. We also saw a few capsized boats waiting for assistance.
When we got back to club I couldn’t believe my eyes. Even though we’d been the first boat to cross the finish line there were at least a dozen boats waiting for the hoist. They’d all quit for one reason or another. When it finally came our turn to be hoisted out of the water it was plain to see that there were quite a few damaged boats. I wanted to check on Buddy and Carol and while looking for them I came across the twins. They were dressed in dry clothes and looked as if they hadn’t sailed at all. They had but they had a problem right after the start and capsized. So, they were the first back to the club and had showered and changed. As it turned out they were looking for me. They had broken a part that held the rudder onto the boat and wanted to see if I had a spare. I told them I’d be over to their boat after I tracked down Buddy and Carol.
I came across Carol first. She looked like a drowned rat, soaking wet and her hair all askew. I asked what had happened and she said that when they got to the open water Buddy decided it was more that she could handle and they turned back. Then, after they got back and had the boat secured on the trailer, Buddy went to his car to get their dry clothes he couldn’t find his keys. Fortunately for Carol it was still very warm.
The twins were unbelievable. Think of “The Unsinkable Molly Brown” and you get an idea of their personalities. They were sitting on the side of their boat, swinging their legs with big smiles on their faces. They jumped down off the boat to show me their problem. It was bad. I didn’t have the part they needed and worse, I didn’t know anybody who did. It was something that “never” broke. Even with that news, it didn’t discourage them. It was like they believed that, somehow, someway, it would get fixed.
Buddy tracked me down and I offered to drive both him and Carol home. I caught up with David and got him squared away for the next day’s schedule. I don’t remember how the subject came up but, before we all left, David became aware of the twin’s plight. They had already gone for the day but we stopped and looked at their boat and David said he’d be willing to take the one from his boat off and let them use it. The girls were right... it was going to be fixed.
With all the attention I’d showered on Elle during the week the one thing that really got neglected was my preparation for the Summer’s second big sailing regatta. This was the three day event that I’d won the previous two years. If I’d gone back to the gas station I would’ve known that Buddy had come looking for me to help him get his boat ready to go. This was the one that was hosted at the fancy yacht club on the island where you had to take a ferry boat to get to. Even though the first race wasn’t scheduled until Friday afternoon, I knew from experience that I had to get to the ferry slip in the morning if I hoped to be able to race that afternoon. Where they were able to put up to 15 cars on at a time, they would only allow three that had boat trailers attached. I’d cleared my absence for the three days with my boss, Cliff, so that didn’t factor into my plans. I got up early, even for me, and headed for the sailing club. Fortunately, there were a few others who had the same idea so I did have some help in moving my boat off the sand and to the parking lot. We all left together and were greeted by a long line at the ferry. Not good!
On top of that my regular crew, John, was off visiting prospective colleges with his parents. I was a bit peeved in that John knew the importance of this particular weekend and now wasn’t going to sail with me. I got lucky in that one of the people who normally raced at the sailing club, David, had been going to Summer school and was now home. He'd decided not to race and was available to crew for me. The downside was that he was 40 pounds heavier than John. That was going to be a problem unless the wind really blew hard. But at least I had a crew.
By the time I got to the yacht club, most of the good places to park boats were taken and there was absolutely no place to park the car. I was kicking myself for not getting the boat ready the night before when I had the chance. By the time I finally got the car parked I was pretty stressed. David still hadn’t arrived and I had to rig the boat (put the mast in place and put the sails on). I barely had the mast in place when one of the twin girls that I’d raced against two weeks prior showed up. In spite of my “stress”, the first thought I had was in wondering if she was still wearing the heavy cotton panties that I’d seen her wear before. Somehow, on the trip from her home, they lost a couple of the pins necessary to hold the stays that hold the mast in place. I didn’t need the interruption but I did have a soft spot in my heart for her and her sister so made the trek back to the car. With pins in hand I approached their boat and as I did my frustration disappeared. The other sister was inside the boat, on her back and up under the foredeck. One of her legs was tucked up and as I approached I had almost a half crotch look at her panties. At first blush they sure looked like the same ones as before. With the other sister right there I only had those few seconds to do my peeking without being caught.
David showed up in time to finish getting the boat ready so I could attend the skipper’s meeting. The wind was, uncharacteristically, blowing quite hard for that time of the morning. I was surprised that the race committee had decided to send the four larger classes of boats (including mine) out into open water. If tradition held, the wind would build once afternoon arrived. With David and his extra 40 pounds I knew it would be an advantage for me. But I was also thinking about the twins who, between the two of them, probably weighed 80 to 100 pounds less than we did. Then there was Buddy. He’d decided to have his girlfriend, Carol, crew for him. It would be the first time in a race for her and, in talking with him during the meeting, he admitted that she was a bit overwhelmed.
It didn’t take long for us to take command of the race. Because we were sent out into open water we were using government placed bouys as course markers. That allowed us to pretty much pick where we wanted to sail. By the time we reached the first mark we had no idea who was second. The wind was really blowing hard and even with our added weight we had a hard time controlling the boat. On the last leg, heading for the finish line, we saw any number of boats being towed with their sails down. We also saw a few capsized boats waiting for assistance.
When we got back to club I couldn’t believe my eyes. Even though we’d been the first boat to cross the finish line there were at least a dozen boats waiting for the hoist. They’d all quit for one reason or another. When it finally came our turn to be hoisted out of the water it was plain to see that there were quite a few damaged boats. I wanted to check on Buddy and Carol and while looking for them I came across the twins. They were dressed in dry clothes and looked as if they hadn’t sailed at all. They had but they had a problem right after the start and capsized. So, they were the first back to the club and had showered and changed. As it turned out they were looking for me. They had broken a part that held the rudder onto the boat and wanted to see if I had a spare. I told them I’d be over to their boat after I tracked down Buddy and Carol.
I came across Carol first. She looked like a drowned rat, soaking wet and her hair all askew. I asked what had happened and she said that when they got to the open water Buddy decided it was more that she could handle and they turned back. Then, after they got back and had the boat secured on the trailer, Buddy went to his car to get their dry clothes he couldn’t find his keys. Fortunately for Carol it was still very warm.
The twins were unbelievable. Think of “The Unsinkable Molly Brown” and you get an idea of their personalities. They were sitting on the side of their boat, swinging their legs with big smiles on their faces. They jumped down off the boat to show me their problem. It was bad. I didn’t have the part they needed and worse, I didn’t know anybody who did. It was something that “never” broke. Even with that news, it didn’t discourage them. It was like they believed that, somehow, someway, it would get fixed.
Buddy tracked me down and I offered to drive both him and Carol home. I caught up with David and got him squared away for the next day’s schedule. I don’t remember how the subject came up but, before we all left, David became aware of the twin’s plight. They had already gone for the day but we stopped and looked at their boat and David said he’d be willing to take the one from his boat off and let them use it. The girls were right... it was going to be fixed.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
INTO THE "HEAT" OF SUMMER... (Part 25 l)
Concerned that the nosy neighbor would see me coming down the stairs we worked out a ”plan“. While Elle was showering I was washing up in the upstairs bathroom as best I could. Then I went to the window on the stair case landing and waited until I heard the phone ring next door. Elle had told me that the lady’s phone was on the far side of the room and the window at the bottom of her stairs couldn’t be seen from there. When the phone stopped ringing I was to run down the stairs and head for the back porch. As soon as the phone was picked up Elle hung up. I stayed on the porch and watched Elle get the wringer washer out and load the soiled bed linens into it. We sat there drinking lemonade as we waited for the wash to be done. But, by the time it was finished it was almost time for Elle’s father to get home from work. The big problem then became what we were to do with the clean, but wet things.
We had a three car garage over at my house. During the Summers we never put the cars inside. My father had rigged clothes lines for my mother to use when it rained. (Remember, this was the mid 50’s and an automatic dryer was a very rare item). We devised another plan to would divert the nosy neighbors attention so I could sneak the wet items over to the garage. I hid them inside our washing machine and planned to come back to hang them up after supper. The only time my parents used our garage on a regular basis was the in morning and early afternoon. When I left Elle I suggested that she meet me out front of my house after a short wait. The afternoon breeze had come up and even though it was still hot out, it was refreshing. With Elle there, my mother took it upon herself to ask her for supper. I liked that, for sure.
But, Elle had forgotten to do the household chores that her mother had left for her to do. When she called to see if it was OK to stay and have supper she was told, in no uncertain terms, to get home and get them done. As it turned out it was good thing. We’d also neglected to remake Elle’s bed. I remember her telling me that when she went upstairs to clean the bathroom toilet and saw the unmade bed she had a panic attack. Fortunately, she was able to get it done without getting caught. We had a laugh about it a while later.
Basically, she was ”grounded“ for the night. She was allowed to go to work but had to come right home. I was allowed to go over and visit with her afterwards but she wasn’t allowed to leave her property. I knew I should go to the gas station while she was working... but I didn’t. I took the position that Cliff would call if the power came back on. Instead, I went down to see Cliffy as he was due to go back to his duty station the next day. I turned out to be a good decision. Cliffy and his father were in a ”discussion” about the racecar that he’d been driving. Cliffy had no idea when he’d get an extended leave again but still wanted to keep the car. His father wanted him to sell it, telling him that they could always buy another when he did come home. Hearing that I asked how much they wanted for the car. I was told $300 without the motor. For me it was LOT of money but I really wanted to be racing. I told them I’d buy it. However, the big lesson was that I learned about “buyer’s remorse” as I tried to figure out how to pay for it.
When I picked her up at work Elle wasn’t happy to hear about my “purchase”. Without a racecar to work on she figured we’d have more time together. That sort of set the tone for the rest of the night as she was rather “distant” with me. I really didn’t know how to handle the situation and as I remember it I got mad at her and went home. Not the ending I’d hoped for after such a wonderful afternoon.
To be continued...
Concerned that the nosy neighbor would see me coming down the stairs we worked out a ”plan“. While Elle was showering I was washing up in the upstairs bathroom as best I could. Then I went to the window on the stair case landing and waited until I heard the phone ring next door. Elle had told me that the lady’s phone was on the far side of the room and the window at the bottom of her stairs couldn’t be seen from there. When the phone stopped ringing I was to run down the stairs and head for the back porch. As soon as the phone was picked up Elle hung up. I stayed on the porch and watched Elle get the wringer washer out and load the soiled bed linens into it. We sat there drinking lemonade as we waited for the wash to be done. But, by the time it was finished it was almost time for Elle’s father to get home from work. The big problem then became what we were to do with the clean, but wet things.
We had a three car garage over at my house. During the Summers we never put the cars inside. My father had rigged clothes lines for my mother to use when it rained. (Remember, this was the mid 50’s and an automatic dryer was a very rare item). We devised another plan to would divert the nosy neighbors attention so I could sneak the wet items over to the garage. I hid them inside our washing machine and planned to come back to hang them up after supper. The only time my parents used our garage on a regular basis was the in morning and early afternoon. When I left Elle I suggested that she meet me out front of my house after a short wait. The afternoon breeze had come up and even though it was still hot out, it was refreshing. With Elle there, my mother took it upon herself to ask her for supper. I liked that, for sure.
But, Elle had forgotten to do the household chores that her mother had left for her to do. When she called to see if it was OK to stay and have supper she was told, in no uncertain terms, to get home and get them done. As it turned out it was good thing. We’d also neglected to remake Elle’s bed. I remember her telling me that when she went upstairs to clean the bathroom toilet and saw the unmade bed she had a panic attack. Fortunately, she was able to get it done without getting caught. We had a laugh about it a while later.
Basically, she was ”grounded“ for the night. She was allowed to go to work but had to come right home. I was allowed to go over and visit with her afterwards but she wasn’t allowed to leave her property. I knew I should go to the gas station while she was working... but I didn’t. I took the position that Cliff would call if the power came back on. Instead, I went down to see Cliffy as he was due to go back to his duty station the next day. I turned out to be a good decision. Cliffy and his father were in a ”discussion” about the racecar that he’d been driving. Cliffy had no idea when he’d get an extended leave again but still wanted to keep the car. His father wanted him to sell it, telling him that they could always buy another when he did come home. Hearing that I asked how much they wanted for the car. I was told $300 without the motor. For me it was LOT of money but I really wanted to be racing. I told them I’d buy it. However, the big lesson was that I learned about “buyer’s remorse” as I tried to figure out how to pay for it.
When I picked her up at work Elle wasn’t happy to hear about my “purchase”. Without a racecar to work on she figured we’d have more time together. That sort of set the tone for the rest of the night as she was rather “distant” with me. I really didn’t know how to handle the situation and as I remember it I got mad at her and went home. Not the ending I’d hoped for after such a wonderful afternoon.
To be continued...
Monday, August 20, 2007
INTO THE "HEAT" OF SUMMER... (Part 25k)
I slipped out of my pants and slid up alongside of her. She wasted no time in putting my penis between her legs. This was truly heaven. we must’ve lay there like that for 15 or 20 minutes. I don’t really know. But she finally rolled over onto her back. I didn’t follow but propped myself up to look at her. The wet panties around her pubic area made her panties partially translucent. Since I’d never seen her naked I had no idea that her pubic hair was blond like the hair on her head. I gently ran my hand over the area and eventually ran my finger up to her breasts. I remember her giggling and eventually taking my hand and clasping it right on and around one of them. It’s not that I’d never touched or clasped them before but there was something special about seeing them as I did so. I know that she had a bra on but I was truly surprised at just how firm they were. Again, I don’t know how long we were there like that but she rolled over on her other side and away from me. Then she told me to unhook it. I’d like to think it was the shock of hearing that that caused me to just fumble, fumble, fumble. I remember her reaching back and in what seemed like a flick of her fingers she had it undone.
When she rolled back towards me the bra was still loosely covering her. I remember her watching me. I didn’t know what to do. Finally she sort of dragged it off and I looked at these beautiful mounds of flesh with erect nipples. I didn’t do anything but look (stare) so finally she took my hand and placed it atop one of them. I wish I could describe the feeling but the best I can do is to say that her skin was soft but the breast itself was just as firm as it had been when encased by the bra. I think she was amused by my reaction to the whole scene. When I finally touched her nipple I do remember her giving off a slight shiver, much as she’d done when I touched her ”button“ for the first time.
Before long she rolled back towards me and gathered me up into her arms. Then she gave me the indication that she wanted me to roll her on her back with me on top. I picked up on that right away! But after I did and rolled on top of her she let out a little cry... not of pain but more like one of a slight surprise. I pushed myself up a bit and as soon as I did she told me she had to get to the bathroom. I rolled off her but back onto the side of the bed that blocked her way to get up and off the bed. As I was doing that she sat up and started to throw her leg up and over me. As she did I felt this warmth, on my thigh. Impulsively, I grabbed at her sides and stopped her from going any further. I remember her gently telling me to let her go but I didn’t. Since she’d vacated her place on the bed I ”ooched" over into it and didn’t let her go. Her left leg was actually hanging off the bed but as I moved over I pulled her with me. Surprisingly, she didn’t really fight me. Within a few seconds she was sitting on my groin... and still peeing. Her warm bodily fluids were now running down my butt crack,, and tickling me. I know it may sound gross but it was incredible! I think she was still peeing when she, looking down at me from her sitting position, started giggling.
I’m really smiling now as I think back on this. We really had a mess there... but we didn’t care. It wasn’t long before I was back on top of her and we did go on to experience an ”afternoon delight“. After we caught our breath we assessd the ”damage“ we’d done. Elle did have a rubberized sheet over her mattress but the cotton pad and bottom sheet were soaked. By then it was mid afternoon and even if they got washed there was no way for them to dry before her mother (and father) got home. That was problem number one. Number two was that we both had to get washed up. The only shower in the house was on the first floor. We decided that Elle should go use the shower and that I would clean up as best I could using the upstairs bathroom. Problem number three was how to get me downstairs without the nosy neighbor seeing me.
What was most memorable was when we stripped the bed. We were only wearing out wet underpants. Elle was still braless and watching her bend over the bed while pulling the sheet and pad off was worth paying admission for. That, and being able to see her in almost transparent, wet panties. We decided that we best get washed and dressed before we made the bed up again. She went to her dresser and pulled out a clean pair of panties and I made note of just which drawer it was. As soon as I heard her feet hit the stair landing, I was at the drawer. I was actually surprised. There were four piles of panties and two of her bras. The cotton Carter’s ”Spanky Pants“ were on the right hand side and the nylon ones right next to them. I pulled a pair of the cotton one’s out and held them up to the light. The discoloration of the crotch was definitely noticeable. I really wanted to check out more of them but I needed to get washed and dressed before Elle returned.
To be continued...
I slipped out of my pants and slid up alongside of her. She wasted no time in putting my penis between her legs. This was truly heaven. we must’ve lay there like that for 15 or 20 minutes. I don’t really know. But she finally rolled over onto her back. I didn’t follow but propped myself up to look at her. The wet panties around her pubic area made her panties partially translucent. Since I’d never seen her naked I had no idea that her pubic hair was blond like the hair on her head. I gently ran my hand over the area and eventually ran my finger up to her breasts. I remember her giggling and eventually taking my hand and clasping it right on and around one of them. It’s not that I’d never touched or clasped them before but there was something special about seeing them as I did so. I know that she had a bra on but I was truly surprised at just how firm they were. Again, I don’t know how long we were there like that but she rolled over on her other side and away from me. Then she told me to unhook it. I’d like to think it was the shock of hearing that that caused me to just fumble, fumble, fumble. I remember her reaching back and in what seemed like a flick of her fingers she had it undone.
When she rolled back towards me the bra was still loosely covering her. I remember her watching me. I didn’t know what to do. Finally she sort of dragged it off and I looked at these beautiful mounds of flesh with erect nipples. I didn’t do anything but look (stare) so finally she took my hand and placed it atop one of them. I wish I could describe the feeling but the best I can do is to say that her skin was soft but the breast itself was just as firm as it had been when encased by the bra. I think she was amused by my reaction to the whole scene. When I finally touched her nipple I do remember her giving off a slight shiver, much as she’d done when I touched her ”button“ for the first time.
Before long she rolled back towards me and gathered me up into her arms. Then she gave me the indication that she wanted me to roll her on her back with me on top. I picked up on that right away! But after I did and rolled on top of her she let out a little cry... not of pain but more like one of a slight surprise. I pushed myself up a bit and as soon as I did she told me she had to get to the bathroom. I rolled off her but back onto the side of the bed that blocked her way to get up and off the bed. As I was doing that she sat up and started to throw her leg up and over me. As she did I felt this warmth, on my thigh. Impulsively, I grabbed at her sides and stopped her from going any further. I remember her gently telling me to let her go but I didn’t. Since she’d vacated her place on the bed I ”ooched" over into it and didn’t let her go. Her left leg was actually hanging off the bed but as I moved over I pulled her with me. Surprisingly, she didn’t really fight me. Within a few seconds she was sitting on my groin... and still peeing. Her warm bodily fluids were now running down my butt crack,, and tickling me. I know it may sound gross but it was incredible! I think she was still peeing when she, looking down at me from her sitting position, started giggling.
I’m really smiling now as I think back on this. We really had a mess there... but we didn’t care. It wasn’t long before I was back on top of her and we did go on to experience an ”afternoon delight“. After we caught our breath we assessd the ”damage“ we’d done. Elle did have a rubberized sheet over her mattress but the cotton pad and bottom sheet were soaked. By then it was mid afternoon and even if they got washed there was no way for them to dry before her mother (and father) got home. That was problem number one. Number two was that we both had to get washed up. The only shower in the house was on the first floor. We decided that Elle should go use the shower and that I would clean up as best I could using the upstairs bathroom. Problem number three was how to get me downstairs without the nosy neighbor seeing me.
What was most memorable was when we stripped the bed. We were only wearing out wet underpants. Elle was still braless and watching her bend over the bed while pulling the sheet and pad off was worth paying admission for. That, and being able to see her in almost transparent, wet panties. We decided that we best get washed and dressed before we made the bed up again. She went to her dresser and pulled out a clean pair of panties and I made note of just which drawer it was. As soon as I heard her feet hit the stair landing, I was at the drawer. I was actually surprised. There were four piles of panties and two of her bras. The cotton Carter’s ”Spanky Pants“ were on the right hand side and the nylon ones right next to them. I pulled a pair of the cotton one’s out and held them up to the light. The discoloration of the crotch was definitely noticeable. I really wanted to check out more of them but I needed to get washed and dressed before Elle returned.
To be continued...
Thursday, August 09, 2007
INTO THE "HEAT" OF SUMMER... (Part 25j)
I was right. My father was furious. I was told to walk Elle home and then to come right back. After a pretty good tongue lashing I was told to stay home. Believe me, I know it could’ve been worse but it really hurt knowing what Elle and I had just done and that she was no more than 500 feet away.
Because of Elle having switched her schedule the day before I didn’t get to see her until suppertime. Tony came in and relieved me a little early so I could go home and then drive Elle to work. I really, really wanted to be with Elle that night but I’d promised my friend Cliffy I’d help him with his racecar. His father had built a brand new motor for his own racecar and was letting Cliffy put the old one in his car. I thought about begging off but I didn’t. I offered to go pick Elle up when she finished up and to bring her back to the shop where we were working on the car but she declined. I’ll admit that my thoughts weren’t all on the racecar and even harbored an idea that Elle might still be awake when I got home. She wasn’t.
Elle did join us in going to the races. Cliffy’s new girlfriend, Marissa and his sister joined her so it wasn’t all bad for her. It was an exciting night as Cliffy, with a decent motor in the car, was competitive and finished fourth in the Main event. His father’s car finished second so everybody was happy. We celebrated by stopping for soft ice cream on the way home again. Cliffy and Marissa were quite ”involved“ and I hoped that Elle would take the hint... but she didn’t. By the time we got home it was after midnight. We didn’t want to chance pushing her curfew too far so decided that the next night we’d make up for it. You can imagine my thoughts as I lay in bed that night.
When I arrived at work I found there was no electricity or phone. Without power there was no way to pump gas which was the main focus early in the morning. Being alone, there was no way to reach my boss, Cliff, to let him know. It wasn’t long before a customer let me know what had happened. There had been road reconstruction in our area and somehow the construction crews had hit a power pole with a transformer on it. The whole area was affected. All I could do was tell prospective customers that I couldn’t pump gas for them.
After Cliff showed up he drove to the site where the problem was located. When he came back he said that it would be late afternoon before we would see power again. He found things for me to do until lunch time when he told me to take the rest of the day off. I wasn’t going to argue with him although I knew I wouldn’t get paid. Elle had worked that morning so I went and picked her up. I wasn’t sure if she was working that afternoon or at night so when I arrived was just hoping we’d have the afternoon together. It turned out better than that.
Elle’s mother liked having the Summer off but was always willing to fill in when needed. The Drug store’s owners wife, who it seemed was always at the store, had gotten hurt in some way. Whereas Elle always worked at the fountain area, her mother had managed to learn the other part of the operation. So, when we got to Elle’s house we found her just about to leave. I couldn’t believe my (our) good fortune. I swear my bulge started as soon as I heard that she wasn’t going to be there the rest of the afternoon. The only thing was that she’d created a list of housekeeping duties for Elle to work on that afternoon.
As I remember it, Elle’s mother’s car hadn’t reached the end of the driveway when we were in a deep embrace and my hand was up under her skirt and in her crotch. There was no resistance by Elle at all. My fingers quickly slipped under her panties leg elastic but I found her ”button“ was dry. I remember whispering to her that I needed a ”squirt”.
What I got was a LOT more... but I wasn’t complaining. I continued to rub as she continued to pee. I was in heaven... and she was wriggling around and I continued to massage her “button”. Suddenly she pulled away and looked at the floor. There was a yellow puddle about the size of a turkey platter where she’d been standing. The reality of just what she’d done and where she’d done it had hit her. I won’t say she was in a panic but her focus was to clean up the mess rather than what we'd been doing. She grabbed a towel from under the sink and dropped it in the middle of the puddle. I squatted down to start mopping it up and she followed. It was obvious that she was conscious of how wet she was because she gathered her skirt up around her waist as she did so. I remember her having to gather it back up a time or two and, being a smart ass, suggested that she take it off. I didn’t expect that she would but I watched her stand up and undo the side buttons and pull it off. If there was a regret it was that the kitchen was so dark.
When we finished up I undid my jeans and let them slide to my knees. There was a small round stool in the kitchen and I pulled Elle over to it and sat down. I pulled Elle up in front of me and then gently pulled her legs apart. She got the hint and sat down straddling me like we did when we were swimming. My penis was still encased by my underpants which is what probably saved me from coming right then and there. I remember feeling the warm wetness of her panties soaking through my underpants and trying not to move. We kissed for a few minutes before I felt like I was back in “control“. I think I indicated that I wanted her to move so I could release my penis. In any case, whatever I did caused her to get up. Not what I wanted.
I shouldn’t have been so impatient. As it turned out, she took me by the hand and led me, struggling to get my pants up so I could walk, to the stairs. What strikes me the most in thinking back on this whole scene is that the next door neighbor was one of the most nosy people I can remember and yet Elle was leading me up the stairs. The neighbor could look right in the stairwell window without moving from her living room. But Elle kept on going and I sure as hell was following.
As dark as the kitchen was, there was no doubt that Elle’s room was the brightest in the house. A pale yellow on the walls enhanced by the sun pouring in three widows. As soon as we turned into her room she slipped out of her blouse. As I’ve mentioned before I’d never really focused on her breasts. There was no way not to in this situation. She backed up towards her bed with me in tow. Once there she quickly flipped up onto it and onto her side. I’m sure it was to try and keep her bed dry as her panties were still wet. I stood there looking down on her and realized that she was no longer a girl but was now a woman. The problem with that was that in many ways I was still a boy.
To be continued...
I was right. My father was furious. I was told to walk Elle home and then to come right back. After a pretty good tongue lashing I was told to stay home. Believe me, I know it could’ve been worse but it really hurt knowing what Elle and I had just done and that she was no more than 500 feet away.
Because of Elle having switched her schedule the day before I didn’t get to see her until suppertime. Tony came in and relieved me a little early so I could go home and then drive Elle to work. I really, really wanted to be with Elle that night but I’d promised my friend Cliffy I’d help him with his racecar. His father had built a brand new motor for his own racecar and was letting Cliffy put the old one in his car. I thought about begging off but I didn’t. I offered to go pick Elle up when she finished up and to bring her back to the shop where we were working on the car but she declined. I’ll admit that my thoughts weren’t all on the racecar and even harbored an idea that Elle might still be awake when I got home. She wasn’t.
Elle did join us in going to the races. Cliffy’s new girlfriend, Marissa and his sister joined her so it wasn’t all bad for her. It was an exciting night as Cliffy, with a decent motor in the car, was competitive and finished fourth in the Main event. His father’s car finished second so everybody was happy. We celebrated by stopping for soft ice cream on the way home again. Cliffy and Marissa were quite ”involved“ and I hoped that Elle would take the hint... but she didn’t. By the time we got home it was after midnight. We didn’t want to chance pushing her curfew too far so decided that the next night we’d make up for it. You can imagine my thoughts as I lay in bed that night.
When I arrived at work I found there was no electricity or phone. Without power there was no way to pump gas which was the main focus early in the morning. Being alone, there was no way to reach my boss, Cliff, to let him know. It wasn’t long before a customer let me know what had happened. There had been road reconstruction in our area and somehow the construction crews had hit a power pole with a transformer on it. The whole area was affected. All I could do was tell prospective customers that I couldn’t pump gas for them.
After Cliff showed up he drove to the site where the problem was located. When he came back he said that it would be late afternoon before we would see power again. He found things for me to do until lunch time when he told me to take the rest of the day off. I wasn’t going to argue with him although I knew I wouldn’t get paid. Elle had worked that morning so I went and picked her up. I wasn’t sure if she was working that afternoon or at night so when I arrived was just hoping we’d have the afternoon together. It turned out better than that.
Elle’s mother liked having the Summer off but was always willing to fill in when needed. The Drug store’s owners wife, who it seemed was always at the store, had gotten hurt in some way. Whereas Elle always worked at the fountain area, her mother had managed to learn the other part of the operation. So, when we got to Elle’s house we found her just about to leave. I couldn’t believe my (our) good fortune. I swear my bulge started as soon as I heard that she wasn’t going to be there the rest of the afternoon. The only thing was that she’d created a list of housekeeping duties for Elle to work on that afternoon.
As I remember it, Elle’s mother’s car hadn’t reached the end of the driveway when we were in a deep embrace and my hand was up under her skirt and in her crotch. There was no resistance by Elle at all. My fingers quickly slipped under her panties leg elastic but I found her ”button“ was dry. I remember whispering to her that I needed a ”squirt”.
What I got was a LOT more... but I wasn’t complaining. I continued to rub as she continued to pee. I was in heaven... and she was wriggling around and I continued to massage her “button”. Suddenly she pulled away and looked at the floor. There was a yellow puddle about the size of a turkey platter where she’d been standing. The reality of just what she’d done and where she’d done it had hit her. I won’t say she was in a panic but her focus was to clean up the mess rather than what we'd been doing. She grabbed a towel from under the sink and dropped it in the middle of the puddle. I squatted down to start mopping it up and she followed. It was obvious that she was conscious of how wet she was because she gathered her skirt up around her waist as she did so. I remember her having to gather it back up a time or two and, being a smart ass, suggested that she take it off. I didn’t expect that she would but I watched her stand up and undo the side buttons and pull it off. If there was a regret it was that the kitchen was so dark.
When we finished up I undid my jeans and let them slide to my knees. There was a small round stool in the kitchen and I pulled Elle over to it and sat down. I pulled Elle up in front of me and then gently pulled her legs apart. She got the hint and sat down straddling me like we did when we were swimming. My penis was still encased by my underpants which is what probably saved me from coming right then and there. I remember feeling the warm wetness of her panties soaking through my underpants and trying not to move. We kissed for a few minutes before I felt like I was back in “control“. I think I indicated that I wanted her to move so I could release my penis. In any case, whatever I did caused her to get up. Not what I wanted.
I shouldn’t have been so impatient. As it turned out, she took me by the hand and led me, struggling to get my pants up so I could walk, to the stairs. What strikes me the most in thinking back on this whole scene is that the next door neighbor was one of the most nosy people I can remember and yet Elle was leading me up the stairs. The neighbor could look right in the stairwell window without moving from her living room. But Elle kept on going and I sure as hell was following.
As dark as the kitchen was, there was no doubt that Elle’s room was the brightest in the house. A pale yellow on the walls enhanced by the sun pouring in three widows. As soon as we turned into her room she slipped out of her blouse. As I’ve mentioned before I’d never really focused on her breasts. There was no way not to in this situation. She backed up towards her bed with me in tow. Once there she quickly flipped up onto it and onto her side. I’m sure it was to try and keep her bed dry as her panties were still wet. I stood there looking down on her and realized that she was no longer a girl but was now a woman. The problem with that was that in many ways I was still a boy.
To be continued...
Sunday, August 05, 2007
INTO THE "HEAT" OF SUMMER... (Part 25i)
It was a tough night to sleep between what had just happened and the heat. Tony was due to come back to work but only on a limited basis. I came up with the idea of having him come in at 6pm and finishing out the day for me. He’d only have the car wash for 2 hours and would then pump gas until 11pm, the slowest part of the day for both. That way I’d be able to spend time with Elle that night and man, did I ever want to! After talking with her during the day I got her to switch her evening shift so that she’d be off at 6pm, like me. I picked her up and drove her home. She was “lovey” but, because it was daylight and we were basically driving through our own neighborhood it was muted as compared to the night before. Any trepidition I had concerning our relationship in the previous weeks were gone. Even though I wasn’t doing much more than driving the car I had a distinct “bulge” in my pants.
It was still hot out and little in the way of a breeze. I hadn’t used the outboard all Summer and, while eating, came up with the idea of taking Elle for a ride. I didn’t tell her because I didn’t want her to think about possibly putting a “package” on. I wanted her to be in just nylon panties. As spontaneous as the previous night had been, I had definite ideas about what I hoped might happen on this night.
As described in prior posts, there were any number of places along the water that Elle and I had previously visited. I wanted one that was definitely remote as I knew that Elle would be concerned about the possibility of being “caught”. I considered it irrational but had come to accept it. It was almost the same as not allowing me to see her naked. Quirky, but acceptable as long as it made her happy. I chose the place where we’d gone beach plum picking. If you could get there by any other way than water I didn’t know about it. Where we put ashore was the prime place to observe any boats that might be in the area. I had pretty much convinced Elle of that fact so that when we got settled (I’d brought a couple of beach towels and a portable radio) I didn’t have to persuade her to join me in getting undressed down to our underwear. Because I’d not told her that we were going for a boat ride she wore a blouse and skirt. As she slipped her clothes off I remember her being quite coquetish. Then I also remember her sitting yoga style across from me giving me an incredible view of her crotch. After just a minute of that I was going crazy. She changed positions a few times and in each one she was teasing me, knowing just how “excited” I was. One vivid memory was when she, standing, struck a pose like the old time movie stars would do in bathing suit promotional shots. Then, I couldn’t believe my eyes as she reached around behind her back and undid her bra. It was like a slow motion strip show. I was almost drooling. And, the piece de resistance, (at least to me) was when she realized that she was leaking. Still standing, she turned and faced me, spreading her legs ever so slightly. I watched as her pee just bubbled out of the crotch of her panties. My guess is that my mouth was open as she did it. I could hear it puddling into the sand beneath her and yet when I stole a glance all I could see was wet sand. I thought the previous night was close to utopia but this one was coming close and it was still daylight.
When she finally moved she came over and sat in my lap. The wet warmth of her panties and the movement of her body as she got comfortable was too much for me. I just sat there feeling the pulsing sensation in my groin. I’m not sure she knew because she then proceeded to start kissing me. It only took a few seconds for my disappointment to pass and I concentrated on her attention. It was a “new” Elle... and I liked it. I had no idea what had caused it but I certainly wasn’t going to ask.
My hand quickly found it’s way to her warm and wet crotch. The only thing that concerned me was that if I got her too excited that she might expect something more... and I wasn’t capable at that time. I made a critical decision and told her that I had a cramp in my leg and she had to move. When we were standing I faked it a bit, hobbling around trying to shake it off. By then the sun wasn’t far from the horizon and the sun was a shade of orange. I saw her bending over to pick something up from the sand and saw the glow from the sun strike her butt. The line delineating the wet from the dry of her panties was certainly there to see. It started the process all over again as I felt something growing in my underpants. I’m smiling as I write this and I know I was smiling back then as well. I went over to her and took her in my arms and this time I was the aggressor. We kissed and embraced for a while before my hand slipped down to her pubic area. Her panties were still damp but were far from wet. As I rubbed them I did something that was totally not planned. I asked if she would pee while I was rubbing her. I don’t remember her exact reaction partially because I was holding her close to me with my other arm. I was in shock at my own brazeness and wasn’t brave enough to ask again. I didn’t need to. After I moved my hand from pressing against her panties I felt a warm wetness running through my fingers. I quickly pressed my hand up into her crotch and began rubbing. I was in heaven. I know most people don’t or won’t understand it but that combination of warm wetness and silky nylon is very sensuous to me. I continued to rub for a minute or two and then my fingers found their way under the leg elastic. Her “button” was waiting and so was she. It wasn’t but a minute before we were laying on the beach towels. Then, it wasn’t very long before she was guiding my penis into the “promised land“. I’m sure I lasted as long as I did because I’d come withing the previous hour. And, I was also able to pull out before coming inside her as I’d done the night before. Even though the chances were slim that she’d get pregnant at that time I just didn’t want to take the chance. We lay there until it was almost dark because it was so very peaceful and calm, not like some of our other ”experiences“. As we started to dress I asked Elle if it wouldn’t be a good idea to pee before we headed back. Even though it was almost dark I could see the smirky smile on her face. She’d been squatting down to roll up the corner of one of the towels and, although I couldn’t actually see it I could hear the liquid puddling in the sand beneath her. As I did I felt my bulge start all over again. When she stood up I went to her and began rubbing again. It still felt good but she quickly put a stop to it. We both knew it would be totally dark by the time we got back home and she wasn’t comfortable with that. Truthfully, I wasn’t either... and I knew my parents would be worried.
To be continued...
It was a tough night to sleep between what had just happened and the heat. Tony was due to come back to work but only on a limited basis. I came up with the idea of having him come in at 6pm and finishing out the day for me. He’d only have the car wash for 2 hours and would then pump gas until 11pm, the slowest part of the day for both. That way I’d be able to spend time with Elle that night and man, did I ever want to! After talking with her during the day I got her to switch her evening shift so that she’d be off at 6pm, like me. I picked her up and drove her home. She was “lovey” but, because it was daylight and we were basically driving through our own neighborhood it was muted as compared to the night before. Any trepidition I had concerning our relationship in the previous weeks were gone. Even though I wasn’t doing much more than driving the car I had a distinct “bulge” in my pants.
It was still hot out and little in the way of a breeze. I hadn’t used the outboard all Summer and, while eating, came up with the idea of taking Elle for a ride. I didn’t tell her because I didn’t want her to think about possibly putting a “package” on. I wanted her to be in just nylon panties. As spontaneous as the previous night had been, I had definite ideas about what I hoped might happen on this night.
As described in prior posts, there were any number of places along the water that Elle and I had previously visited. I wanted one that was definitely remote as I knew that Elle would be concerned about the possibility of being “caught”. I considered it irrational but had come to accept it. It was almost the same as not allowing me to see her naked. Quirky, but acceptable as long as it made her happy. I chose the place where we’d gone beach plum picking. If you could get there by any other way than water I didn’t know about it. Where we put ashore was the prime place to observe any boats that might be in the area. I had pretty much convinced Elle of that fact so that when we got settled (I’d brought a couple of beach towels and a portable radio) I didn’t have to persuade her to join me in getting undressed down to our underwear. Because I’d not told her that we were going for a boat ride she wore a blouse and skirt. As she slipped her clothes off I remember her being quite coquetish. Then I also remember her sitting yoga style across from me giving me an incredible view of her crotch. After just a minute of that I was going crazy. She changed positions a few times and in each one she was teasing me, knowing just how “excited” I was. One vivid memory was when she, standing, struck a pose like the old time movie stars would do in bathing suit promotional shots. Then, I couldn’t believe my eyes as she reached around behind her back and undid her bra. It was like a slow motion strip show. I was almost drooling. And, the piece de resistance, (at least to me) was when she realized that she was leaking. Still standing, she turned and faced me, spreading her legs ever so slightly. I watched as her pee just bubbled out of the crotch of her panties. My guess is that my mouth was open as she did it. I could hear it puddling into the sand beneath her and yet when I stole a glance all I could see was wet sand. I thought the previous night was close to utopia but this one was coming close and it was still daylight.
When she finally moved she came over and sat in my lap. The wet warmth of her panties and the movement of her body as she got comfortable was too much for me. I just sat there feeling the pulsing sensation in my groin. I’m not sure she knew because she then proceeded to start kissing me. It only took a few seconds for my disappointment to pass and I concentrated on her attention. It was a “new” Elle... and I liked it. I had no idea what had caused it but I certainly wasn’t going to ask.
My hand quickly found it’s way to her warm and wet crotch. The only thing that concerned me was that if I got her too excited that she might expect something more... and I wasn’t capable at that time. I made a critical decision and told her that I had a cramp in my leg and she had to move. When we were standing I faked it a bit, hobbling around trying to shake it off. By then the sun wasn’t far from the horizon and the sun was a shade of orange. I saw her bending over to pick something up from the sand and saw the glow from the sun strike her butt. The line delineating the wet from the dry of her panties was certainly there to see. It started the process all over again as I felt something growing in my underpants. I’m smiling as I write this and I know I was smiling back then as well. I went over to her and took her in my arms and this time I was the aggressor. We kissed and embraced for a while before my hand slipped down to her pubic area. Her panties were still damp but were far from wet. As I rubbed them I did something that was totally not planned. I asked if she would pee while I was rubbing her. I don’t remember her exact reaction partially because I was holding her close to me with my other arm. I was in shock at my own brazeness and wasn’t brave enough to ask again. I didn’t need to. After I moved my hand from pressing against her panties I felt a warm wetness running through my fingers. I quickly pressed my hand up into her crotch and began rubbing. I was in heaven. I know most people don’t or won’t understand it but that combination of warm wetness and silky nylon is very sensuous to me. I continued to rub for a minute or two and then my fingers found their way under the leg elastic. Her “button” was waiting and so was she. It wasn’t but a minute before we were laying on the beach towels. Then, it wasn’t very long before she was guiding my penis into the “promised land“. I’m sure I lasted as long as I did because I’d come withing the previous hour. And, I was also able to pull out before coming inside her as I’d done the night before. Even though the chances were slim that she’d get pregnant at that time I just didn’t want to take the chance. We lay there until it was almost dark because it was so very peaceful and calm, not like some of our other ”experiences“. As we started to dress I asked Elle if it wouldn’t be a good idea to pee before we headed back. Even though it was almost dark I could see the smirky smile on her face. She’d been squatting down to roll up the corner of one of the towels and, although I couldn’t actually see it I could hear the liquid puddling in the sand beneath her. As I did I felt my bulge start all over again. When she stood up I went to her and began rubbing again. It still felt good but she quickly put a stop to it. We both knew it would be totally dark by the time we got back home and she wasn’t comfortable with that. Truthfully, I wasn’t either... and I knew my parents would be worried.
To be continued...
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
INTO THE "HEAT" OF SUMMER... (Part 25 h)
I'm not sure she even heard me as she proceeded to pull me right into her body. I remember her pressing her groin against mine and taking the lead and kissing me. I swear that it was the first time she was ever that aggressive. But it didn’t stop there. I had my arms around her but avoided grabbing her butt cheeks because I knew her panties were wet and by doing that I’d get her skirt wet. All of a sudden she reached around behind her back and took one of my hands and, pulling away from me just a bit, pushed my hand into her crotch. Even though she had a skirt on I felt the wetness of her panties through her skirt almost immediately. I can remember pressing my fingers up into her crotch and moving them about. However, there was way too much material for much of a sensuous feeling so I pulled my hand out and went up under the skirt. It was MUCH better with my fingers pushing just her panties up into her as I massaged her “privates”. Even though it’d been a while since we’d done anything like this it didn’t take long for me to hook my index finger under the panty leg elastic. I found her “button” almost immediately. I have no idea how long it took for me to realize that we were standing right in front of my porch windows. When we’d driven into the driveway my father’s car wasn’t there. I suddenly realized that my parents could walk into the house at any time and see us. As soon as this realization registered I took her by the hand and led her down the steps to the beach. We could still be seen from the house if we were standing so I went down on my knees and pulled her down with me. I took off my shirt and placed it on the sand and slowly lowered her down so her head would lie on it. I pulled her skirt up to her waist and then undid my belt and pants. I pulled my penis out and then lay down beside her. I placed it in between her legs right at her crotch. Even with the heat of the air I could honestly feel the warmth coming from her wet panties. We didn’t stay that way for long as Elle tried to get my penis inside her panties. It wasn’t going to work from that position so I rolled her over onto her back and then, on my knees, straddled her. With Elle pulling her panty leg aside I slowly lowed myself into her.
It was all so sudden and impulsive. There had been no “plan” at all. It just happened. I have no idea how long I “lasted“ and it wasn’t until a moment or two after I’d come that I realized that I’d actually come while inside her. For a split second I was in a panic. My temperature must’ve risen 5 degrees when I made the realization of just what I’d done. I remember being almost as wet as if I’d gone swimming. But, it only took a few more seconds to remember that she’d just gotten over her period. When that registered I went entirely limp.
As I half lay on her I began to fathom what had just happened. Elle had never been aggressive and the passion she showed as we made love was also new. I have no idea how long we stayed there like that. When we finally did get up we were covered with sand. We’d been ”sticky“ from the heat and humidity before we got ”involved“. But now we were even stickier and the sand just clung to us. After trying, unsuccessfully, to brush it off I suggested that we go into the water. This time she didn’t protest although she did continue to wear her bra and panties. I’m pretty sure I wore my underpants but I don’t know why.
Even though the temperature was still probably around 80 degrees we were both ”cool” once we walked out of the water. The only thing that was available to dry Elle off was her skirt and blouse. She willingly used them and put them on as we walked over to her house. We stood by her kitchen door, hugging and kissing passionately. Neither of us wanted it to end, Finally Elle broke away and reached up to the hiding place for the door key. It wasn’t there! We spent the next few minutes crawling around hoping that it had somehow fallen to the ground. We didn’t find it, Waking her parents was out of the question. We ended up going to the back porch screen door. Because of the heat, her parents had not closed the actual door but had only latched the screen door. As much as I hated to do it I ended up cutting through the screen with my car key and releasing the latch. I wondered how that would get explained. I got one more hug and kiss before Elle disappeared into the darkness of the house. On my way home I stood out in front of her house and watched the light go on in her room. I stayed until it went out. The whole time I was there I was envisioning her undressing and getting her nightie on. Needless to say the bulge in my pants was there and in full bloom.
To be continued...
I'm not sure she even heard me as she proceeded to pull me right into her body. I remember her pressing her groin against mine and taking the lead and kissing me. I swear that it was the first time she was ever that aggressive. But it didn’t stop there. I had my arms around her but avoided grabbing her butt cheeks because I knew her panties were wet and by doing that I’d get her skirt wet. All of a sudden she reached around behind her back and took one of my hands and, pulling away from me just a bit, pushed my hand into her crotch. Even though she had a skirt on I felt the wetness of her panties through her skirt almost immediately. I can remember pressing my fingers up into her crotch and moving them about. However, there was way too much material for much of a sensuous feeling so I pulled my hand out and went up under the skirt. It was MUCH better with my fingers pushing just her panties up into her as I massaged her “privates”. Even though it’d been a while since we’d done anything like this it didn’t take long for me to hook my index finger under the panty leg elastic. I found her “button” almost immediately. I have no idea how long it took for me to realize that we were standing right in front of my porch windows. When we’d driven into the driveway my father’s car wasn’t there. I suddenly realized that my parents could walk into the house at any time and see us. As soon as this realization registered I took her by the hand and led her down the steps to the beach. We could still be seen from the house if we were standing so I went down on my knees and pulled her down with me. I took off my shirt and placed it on the sand and slowly lowered her down so her head would lie on it. I pulled her skirt up to her waist and then undid my belt and pants. I pulled my penis out and then lay down beside her. I placed it in between her legs right at her crotch. Even with the heat of the air I could honestly feel the warmth coming from her wet panties. We didn’t stay that way for long as Elle tried to get my penis inside her panties. It wasn’t going to work from that position so I rolled her over onto her back and then, on my knees, straddled her. With Elle pulling her panty leg aside I slowly lowed myself into her.
It was all so sudden and impulsive. There had been no “plan” at all. It just happened. I have no idea how long I “lasted“ and it wasn’t until a moment or two after I’d come that I realized that I’d actually come while inside her. For a split second I was in a panic. My temperature must’ve risen 5 degrees when I made the realization of just what I’d done. I remember being almost as wet as if I’d gone swimming. But, it only took a few more seconds to remember that she’d just gotten over her period. When that registered I went entirely limp.
As I half lay on her I began to fathom what had just happened. Elle had never been aggressive and the passion she showed as we made love was also new. I have no idea how long we stayed there like that. When we finally did get up we were covered with sand. We’d been ”sticky“ from the heat and humidity before we got ”involved“. But now we were even stickier and the sand just clung to us. After trying, unsuccessfully, to brush it off I suggested that we go into the water. This time she didn’t protest although she did continue to wear her bra and panties. I’m pretty sure I wore my underpants but I don’t know why.
Even though the temperature was still probably around 80 degrees we were both ”cool” once we walked out of the water. The only thing that was available to dry Elle off was her skirt and blouse. She willingly used them and put them on as we walked over to her house. We stood by her kitchen door, hugging and kissing passionately. Neither of us wanted it to end, Finally Elle broke away and reached up to the hiding place for the door key. It wasn’t there! We spent the next few minutes crawling around hoping that it had somehow fallen to the ground. We didn’t find it, Waking her parents was out of the question. We ended up going to the back porch screen door. Because of the heat, her parents had not closed the actual door but had only latched the screen door. As much as I hated to do it I ended up cutting through the screen with my car key and releasing the latch. I wondered how that would get explained. I got one more hug and kiss before Elle disappeared into the darkness of the house. On my way home I stood out in front of her house and watched the light go on in her room. I stayed until it went out. The whole time I was there I was envisioning her undressing and getting her nightie on. Needless to say the bulge in my pants was there and in full bloom.
To be continued...
Monday, July 30, 2007
INTO THE "HEAT" OF SUMMER... (Part 25g)
Elle did go back to work on Wednesday but Tony was still out. I tried to persuade Elle to go to the races that night but she said she was really tired. I, again, helped Cliffy in the pits. I can’t say I was surprised to see Marissa with his sister Julie after the races were over. What did surprise me was how they acted. Maybe it was because Elle wouldn’t allow me to be overly affectionate in public but knowing that Cliffy hadn’t known she even existed until the previous weekend their actions were a bit of a shock. When we stopped for soft ice cream on the way home I saw Cliffy holding Marissa tight to his body by holding on to her butt cheeks. I tried to think back to how long Elle and I had been going together before we ever did that but couldn’t. All I knew was that it was a fairly long time. In a way I was jealous.
I think it was Friday when Elle and her mother met with Carol’s parents. I was still struggling by myself at work so that was my primary focus. Elle was back working but going to bed early so my time with her was limited. In writing this I’m shaking my head in that we actually saw more of each other in an intimate way while at college. Here she was, right across the street and I could hardly get to see her. In any case, I’d asked her to call me with the information on how the meeting went. When I hadn’t heard from her by late afternoon I called her. I could tell from the sound of her voice that something was wrong. Long story short... The meeting went well including the expenses side of the discussion. But the proceedure did require a stay in the hospital. That was her hangup. The recovery time was fairly quick but after it was decided to go ahead with it, they decided to do it the week before Elle headed back to school. That way she could work full time right up through Labor Day. Her hours were going to be cut anyway as soon as Labor Day passed. That whole scenario seemed OK with me as well. But I knew my job was now to get Elle prepared and to help her overcome whatever fear it was she had of the hospital.
Sunday night was the first ”normal“ night for both Elle and I in quite a while. We ended up going to the movies and afterwards went to the ”Point“ afterwards. I’ve told about going there in a previous post. It wasn’t one of our favorite places but the heat and humidity made any place not right on the bay miserable and the "Point" usually provided a breeze . After leaving the car we walked about a quarter mile and put down a beach towel. Most of the people who went to the ”Point” would actually walk the mile it took to get to the actual point of land. It was hard to walk in the sand so they would walk up along the dunes or along the water’s edge. Nobody walked down the middle so that’s the spot I chose. I was ready to go swimming I was so hot. I got daring and stripped down to just my underpants hoping Elle would take the hint but she didn’t. I did get her to take off her skirt and to unbutton her blouse but she kept the skirt sort of wrapped around her in a way that I couldn’t really see anything. I know I walked down to the water and waded in up to my knees. When I got back to Elle I sat down next to her. I’ll admit that I was still, selfishly, thinking about what it would be like when Elle didn’t have to worry about “accidents” as much. I loved touching her in wet panties and had even convinced her that my “playing” with her “privates” was enhanced when she was moist down there. I was hung up on the potential that she’d no longer be willing to do that once the procedure took place. As important as it was to me I just couldn’t bring myself to broach the subject with her. Hence, it was pretty quiet as we sat there in the darkness. Thankfully, there was a slight breeze which made the heat somewhat tolerable.
It was Elle who broke the silence by saying she was tired and that we should head for home. I’m almost positive that she didn’t pee while we were there. If she did she did it without moving. But, once home we took a quick walk out to the front of my house to look at the water again. By then there was no air moving at all. While standing there, hand in hand, she suddenly made a “dip” and crossed her legs. I knew immediately what that was all about. Within seconds she spread her legs and I could hear the sound of liquid on liquid. She never let go of my hand and for about 10 seconds or so I listened to the muffled sound of splashing. Finally she took a giant step forward, dragging me with her. The first thing she said was “Sorry”. Without thinking, I responded by say something along the lines of “In another month that won’t happen” and then added “that should make you happy”. As soon as I said it I wanted to kick myself.
To be continued...
Elle did go back to work on Wednesday but Tony was still out. I tried to persuade Elle to go to the races that night but she said she was really tired. I, again, helped Cliffy in the pits. I can’t say I was surprised to see Marissa with his sister Julie after the races were over. What did surprise me was how they acted. Maybe it was because Elle wouldn’t allow me to be overly affectionate in public but knowing that Cliffy hadn’t known she even existed until the previous weekend their actions were a bit of a shock. When we stopped for soft ice cream on the way home I saw Cliffy holding Marissa tight to his body by holding on to her butt cheeks. I tried to think back to how long Elle and I had been going together before we ever did that but couldn’t. All I knew was that it was a fairly long time. In a way I was jealous.
I think it was Friday when Elle and her mother met with Carol’s parents. I was still struggling by myself at work so that was my primary focus. Elle was back working but going to bed early so my time with her was limited. In writing this I’m shaking my head in that we actually saw more of each other in an intimate way while at college. Here she was, right across the street and I could hardly get to see her. In any case, I’d asked her to call me with the information on how the meeting went. When I hadn’t heard from her by late afternoon I called her. I could tell from the sound of her voice that something was wrong. Long story short... The meeting went well including the expenses side of the discussion. But the proceedure did require a stay in the hospital. That was her hangup. The recovery time was fairly quick but after it was decided to go ahead with it, they decided to do it the week before Elle headed back to school. That way she could work full time right up through Labor Day. Her hours were going to be cut anyway as soon as Labor Day passed. That whole scenario seemed OK with me as well. But I knew my job was now to get Elle prepared and to help her overcome whatever fear it was she had of the hospital.
Sunday night was the first ”normal“ night for both Elle and I in quite a while. We ended up going to the movies and afterwards went to the ”Point“ afterwards. I’ve told about going there in a previous post. It wasn’t one of our favorite places but the heat and humidity made any place not right on the bay miserable and the "Point" usually provided a breeze . After leaving the car we walked about a quarter mile and put down a beach towel. Most of the people who went to the ”Point” would actually walk the mile it took to get to the actual point of land. It was hard to walk in the sand so they would walk up along the dunes or along the water’s edge. Nobody walked down the middle so that’s the spot I chose. I was ready to go swimming I was so hot. I got daring and stripped down to just my underpants hoping Elle would take the hint but she didn’t. I did get her to take off her skirt and to unbutton her blouse but she kept the skirt sort of wrapped around her in a way that I couldn’t really see anything. I know I walked down to the water and waded in up to my knees. When I got back to Elle I sat down next to her. I’ll admit that I was still, selfishly, thinking about what it would be like when Elle didn’t have to worry about “accidents” as much. I loved touching her in wet panties and had even convinced her that my “playing” with her “privates” was enhanced when she was moist down there. I was hung up on the potential that she’d no longer be willing to do that once the procedure took place. As important as it was to me I just couldn’t bring myself to broach the subject with her. Hence, it was pretty quiet as we sat there in the darkness. Thankfully, there was a slight breeze which made the heat somewhat tolerable.
It was Elle who broke the silence by saying she was tired and that we should head for home. I’m almost positive that she didn’t pee while we were there. If she did she did it without moving. But, once home we took a quick walk out to the front of my house to look at the water again. By then there was no air moving at all. While standing there, hand in hand, she suddenly made a “dip” and crossed her legs. I knew immediately what that was all about. Within seconds she spread her legs and I could hear the sound of liquid on liquid. She never let go of my hand and for about 10 seconds or so I listened to the muffled sound of splashing. Finally she took a giant step forward, dragging me with her. The first thing she said was “Sorry”. Without thinking, I responded by say something along the lines of “In another month that won’t happen” and then added “that should make you happy”. As soon as I said it I wanted to kick myself.
To be continued...
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
INTO THE "HEAT" OF SUMMER... (Part 25f)
Sunday morning Cliffy’s mother let us sleep late. If Julie had wet her bed again it was too late for me to see any evidence of it so I had to content myself with having a pair of her panties. I had sailboat races that afternoon so had to go home to get my sailing gear. It also meant connecting with not only my relatives but also the kids who my mother had taken in. At that stage in my life I was not very good in those situations. My mother’s cousin, Ann, made a big thing of me being ”almost a man” now and embarrassing me in front of the two girls and their brother. I couldn’t wait to escape. I had to go to my room to get my sailing clothes first and, at the top of the stairs, couldn’t help but peek into the “guest“ room where the girls were staying. This was the first time I’d been home long enough to even think about taking a peek at their panties. There were two small suitcases on the floor and both were open. Right next to them were small piles of clothes and on top of one was a pair of pink nylon panties. I went back to the head of the stairs to make sure everyone was still outside and then went back and picked them up. The thing that made them different than any I’d seen before was that there was the word ”Tuesday“ embroidered onto the front. I distinctly remember wondering why it read Tuesday when the previous day had been Saturday. I looked inside for a label but there was no name on it. It just read ”Nylon“. I then switched over to the other pile and found a pair of white panties. The first thing I noticed was a slight discoloration in the crotch. Nothing like with Elle’s panties but still noticeable. I’m guessing but I probably thought I heard someone downstairs because I don’t remember seeing or holding any more panties.
When the sailing races were over I had to go home and eat with the relatives. When I’d left earlier I didn’t realize that the kids who’d been staying with us were going home. If I’d known that I probably would’ve taken more time ”exploring“ their suitcases. But, with them gone it meant I could sleep in my own bed. I still had to back to Cliffy’s to get my things which included Julies panties. There was also one VERY important thing I had to do and that was to go see Elle. My mother gave me strict orders to be back from Elle’s quickly. When I got to her house she’d just finished eating and was on her way out the door. She still looked ”washed out“ but when she saw me she brightened right up. That made me feel good. In spite of her parents being right inside she came right up to me and gave me a big hug. That in itself was a shock. She took my hand and sort of pulled me towards the back yard. I sort of knew she had something important to tell me but I had no idea what it was.
When she woke up that day she was still bleeding quite heavily. Her mother decided to call the doctor and inspite of it being a Sunday he had come to the house. (You have to remember that this took place in the mid 50’s when it was still commonplace for doctors to make house calls.) Without going into the details he basically prescribed some medications and treated her for anemia. BUT... and this was what Elle wanted to tell me... after speaking with Elle privately, he told her mother that she really needed to address Elle’s wetting problem. Elle, who had talked with him in connection with her meeting with Carol’s parents, had pleaded with him to broach the subject with her mother. Surprisingly, her mother didn’t offer much in the way of resistance and even asked how she should go about it. He, in turn, mentioned Carol’s parents. Elle had believed all along that her parents didn’t have hospitalization but found out that they had to get it as a requirement for her to attend college so that was one thing that had been removed as a barrier. The next was in having her parents (mother) meet Carol’s parents and right before supper they had talked on the phone. So, in spite of still feeling badly, she was quite excited about the possibility of what was going to happen.
I was inwardly happy for her but selfishly was worried about how the ”new“ Elle would respond to some of the wet foreplay that we’d used in the past. At the moment though, I had a more pressing matter. I found myself in the ”dog house“ because I’d been over at Elle’s for over an hour and dinner had not only been served but had also been eaten. My mother was really upset and I got read out right in front of her cousins. I found myself grounded, at least for the night. That meant I couldn’t go get my things from Cliffy’s house and that also meant that I wouldn’t be able to inspect Julie's panties until the next day (I hoped).
It turned out to be a tough week for me at work. Tony had sprained his ankle playing baseball and couldn’t work. That meant it was pretty much up to me to handle the whole process at work. That pretty much meant working 12 hours straight and no time to see Elle or to go to Cliffy’s to get my things. When I finally got off I headed right for Cliffy’s. I made sure the panties were still in my bag and they were. I was worried that his mother just might go snooping. I begged off helping Cliffy on the car and headed for home. My first stop was my bedroom. I wanted to inspect Julie's panties. The first thing I looked for was the label. It read ”Nazareth“. I’d never seen or heard of that brand. What really caught my attention was that they were even heavier than the Carter’s Spanky pants that Elle wore in her ”package“. There really wasn’t enough light to get a good look at the crotch but with what little I did have I could see some discoloration. By then I was really wanting to find out just where they could be bought. After carefully hiding them in my closet I grabbed a bite to eat and headed for Elle’s. I could see a light on in her room and that didn’t bode well for me to get to see her. But luck was with me in that her parents were still up and, after pleading my ”case’, her mother went up and got her.
It was very warm out so, in spite of gnats, we chose to sit outside. I remember wishing that there had still been more daylight because Elle’s nightie was very sheer and, as we walked around to the back yard, I got an occasional glimpse of a panty line. The dew had started to form on the grass so I remember sitting on the back stoop. Elle was feeling much better and the flow had slowed down considerably. I remember her saying she was going back to work on Wednesday. I was hoping that Tony’s ankle would be better by then so I’d at least get to see her during lunch break. The ‘Big News“ was that her mother had called Carol’s parents and they were meeting later that week. I didn’t think of it at the time but in thinking about it later it didn’t seem that Elle was anywhere near as excited about it as she’d previously been. In any case, it was a pretty tame evening as Elle was content to just sit on the step below me and snuggle in between my legs.
To be continued...
Sunday morning Cliffy’s mother let us sleep late. If Julie had wet her bed again it was too late for me to see any evidence of it so I had to content myself with having a pair of her panties. I had sailboat races that afternoon so had to go home to get my sailing gear. It also meant connecting with not only my relatives but also the kids who my mother had taken in. At that stage in my life I was not very good in those situations. My mother’s cousin, Ann, made a big thing of me being ”almost a man” now and embarrassing me in front of the two girls and their brother. I couldn’t wait to escape. I had to go to my room to get my sailing clothes first and, at the top of the stairs, couldn’t help but peek into the “guest“ room where the girls were staying. This was the first time I’d been home long enough to even think about taking a peek at their panties. There were two small suitcases on the floor and both were open. Right next to them were small piles of clothes and on top of one was a pair of pink nylon panties. I went back to the head of the stairs to make sure everyone was still outside and then went back and picked them up. The thing that made them different than any I’d seen before was that there was the word ”Tuesday“ embroidered onto the front. I distinctly remember wondering why it read Tuesday when the previous day had been Saturday. I looked inside for a label but there was no name on it. It just read ”Nylon“. I then switched over to the other pile and found a pair of white panties. The first thing I noticed was a slight discoloration in the crotch. Nothing like with Elle’s panties but still noticeable. I’m guessing but I probably thought I heard someone downstairs because I don’t remember seeing or holding any more panties.
When the sailing races were over I had to go home and eat with the relatives. When I’d left earlier I didn’t realize that the kids who’d been staying with us were going home. If I’d known that I probably would’ve taken more time ”exploring“ their suitcases. But, with them gone it meant I could sleep in my own bed. I still had to back to Cliffy’s to get my things which included Julies panties. There was also one VERY important thing I had to do and that was to go see Elle. My mother gave me strict orders to be back from Elle’s quickly. When I got to her house she’d just finished eating and was on her way out the door. She still looked ”washed out“ but when she saw me she brightened right up. That made me feel good. In spite of her parents being right inside she came right up to me and gave me a big hug. That in itself was a shock. She took my hand and sort of pulled me towards the back yard. I sort of knew she had something important to tell me but I had no idea what it was.
When she woke up that day she was still bleeding quite heavily. Her mother decided to call the doctor and inspite of it being a Sunday he had come to the house. (You have to remember that this took place in the mid 50’s when it was still commonplace for doctors to make house calls.) Without going into the details he basically prescribed some medications and treated her for anemia. BUT... and this was what Elle wanted to tell me... after speaking with Elle privately, he told her mother that she really needed to address Elle’s wetting problem. Elle, who had talked with him in connection with her meeting with Carol’s parents, had pleaded with him to broach the subject with her mother. Surprisingly, her mother didn’t offer much in the way of resistance and even asked how she should go about it. He, in turn, mentioned Carol’s parents. Elle had believed all along that her parents didn’t have hospitalization but found out that they had to get it as a requirement for her to attend college so that was one thing that had been removed as a barrier. The next was in having her parents (mother) meet Carol’s parents and right before supper they had talked on the phone. So, in spite of still feeling badly, she was quite excited about the possibility of what was going to happen.
I was inwardly happy for her but selfishly was worried about how the ”new“ Elle would respond to some of the wet foreplay that we’d used in the past. At the moment though, I had a more pressing matter. I found myself in the ”dog house“ because I’d been over at Elle’s for over an hour and dinner had not only been served but had also been eaten. My mother was really upset and I got read out right in front of her cousins. I found myself grounded, at least for the night. That meant I couldn’t go get my things from Cliffy’s house and that also meant that I wouldn’t be able to inspect Julie's panties until the next day (I hoped).
It turned out to be a tough week for me at work. Tony had sprained his ankle playing baseball and couldn’t work. That meant it was pretty much up to me to handle the whole process at work. That pretty much meant working 12 hours straight and no time to see Elle or to go to Cliffy’s to get my things. When I finally got off I headed right for Cliffy’s. I made sure the panties were still in my bag and they were. I was worried that his mother just might go snooping. I begged off helping Cliffy on the car and headed for home. My first stop was my bedroom. I wanted to inspect Julie's panties. The first thing I looked for was the label. It read ”Nazareth“. I’d never seen or heard of that brand. What really caught my attention was that they were even heavier than the Carter’s Spanky pants that Elle wore in her ”package“. There really wasn’t enough light to get a good look at the crotch but with what little I did have I could see some discoloration. By then I was really wanting to find out just where they could be bought. After carefully hiding them in my closet I grabbed a bite to eat and headed for Elle’s. I could see a light on in her room and that didn’t bode well for me to get to see her. But luck was with me in that her parents were still up and, after pleading my ”case’, her mother went up and got her.
It was very warm out so, in spite of gnats, we chose to sit outside. I remember wishing that there had still been more daylight because Elle’s nightie was very sheer and, as we walked around to the back yard, I got an occasional glimpse of a panty line. The dew had started to form on the grass so I remember sitting on the back stoop. Elle was feeling much better and the flow had slowed down considerably. I remember her saying she was going back to work on Wednesday. I was hoping that Tony’s ankle would be better by then so I’d at least get to see her during lunch break. The ‘Big News“ was that her mother had called Carol’s parents and they were meeting later that week. I didn’t think of it at the time but in thinking about it later it didn’t seem that Elle was anywhere near as excited about it as she’d previously been. In any case, it was a pretty tame evening as Elle was content to just sit on the step below me and snuggle in between my legs.
To be continued...
Friday, July 20, 2007
INTO THE "HEAT" OF SUMMER... (Part 25e)
Cliffy, being the oldest, had always had the biggest bedroom and, after his younger brother was born, shared it with him. At some point in time the younger brother was given his own, smaller room. Julie, his sister, had always had her own room. However, after Cliffy left for the Navy she moved into his room. Since that room was the only one with two beds, Cliffy’s mother moved Julie back into her original room. This was all explained by Cliffy when we came upstairs to go to sleep. I didn’t care. All I wanted was a place to lay down.
I had to go be at work by 8am. Waking up was not a problem for Cliffy as his body was still on Navy time. He woke me up and headed for the shower. I lay in bed with half an eye open, putting off the inevitable. Then I saw a body come through the door and head for the big dresser. I knew it wasn’t cliffy because he was over 6 feet tall. I opened both eyes and saw it was Julie. She had long blonde hair that fell halfway halfway to her waist. As I started to raise myself up I noticed that there was a definite discoloration in her nightie. From about where her hair fell on her back to the hem it was darker. It took me a few seconds to recognize that it was wet. In fact, where the material touched her butt it was almost transparent and I could clearly see her panties. I immediately lay back down but didn’t take my eyes off her. She retrieved some clothes from the dresser and tip toed out the door. I couldn’t believe it. I’d known Cliffy for a long time and had stayed over any number of times and had no idea that Julie had ever wet her bed... but she sure had that night. I’ll admit that with that knowledge I took a different interest in Juile. My big regret was that I didn’t get a chance to peek into the dresser... but I had “plans”.
Normally, when my own car was racing, I’d finish my shift with the car wash at 2pm and then go about the final preparations for the car. I had to ask Cliff (my boss) if I could still finish up at the same time so I could go help Cliffy. Reluctantly, he said “yes“. When I pulled into Cliffy’s yard the first thing I looked at was the clothes line hoping to see the evidence of Julie’s wetting but was disappointed as Saturday was the normal washday for his mother. I tried to find a way to get at least a peek of panties on the line but they were mixed in with all the other underpants so it was a waste of time. But I did make a mental note to check the line anytime I was there during the day in the future.
On top of everything else that was going on that weekend, Fred, my boarding school friend was coming out to see me along with his girlfriend, Liz. He’d gotten a Summer job with his father’s company but it required him to work three out of four weekends. This was his first free weekend and he’d been hoping to see my car race. As usual for Fred, he was staying at his girlfriend’s family Summer home so had to go and ”be nice“ before tracking me down. When he did I could see that Liz was less than excited about going to the races. I remember her sitting in the car, her back against the passenger door and pulling her legs up under her chin, more or less in resignation of the fact. Fred made no effort to placate her so after a while I went over just to make conversation. If you remember from my description of her in earlier chapters, she dressed in what could easily be called ‘frumpy” clothes, meaning they were loose fitting and showed no body shape at all. Sitting as she was, and with me looking in the drivers door window, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I’m still not sure how she didn’t notice me staring at her crotch. The loose fitting shorts, especially around the legs, gave me a nice, wide ‘free show“. I’d never seen much of anything before this so that’s why I was so shocked. I’m sure she didn’t realize just waht was showing. Remembering from the Summer before when she’d loaned Elle some clothes. I pretty much knew what kind they were (Lollypop band leg cotton) but still enjoyed the view.
When I told her Elle wasn’t going that night she informed Fred that she wasn’t either. I got the immediate impression that he was sort of glad. At the races, Cliffy held his own... nothing really good or bad. The other car that his father owned won the main event so everyone that was with the two cars was excited. We celebrated by stopping for soft ice cream on the way home. Julie, his sister, had brought a classmate friend with her. Marissa wasn’t anything special to look at but seemed like a ”fun“ person. By the time we left for home, she and Cliffy were talking up a storm. After putting the cars into the shop Cliffy and I headed for bed. Julie’s room light was off as we walked past but it got my mind working again. We both wanted to take showers so I suggested that Cliffy go first. The bathroom was right next door so when I heard the water running I went to the dresser where Julie had been that morning. I gently pulled open the drawer that i’d seen her in and saw something that I hardy expected to see. There was a pile of cotton panties right there in front but what made me excited was that they had the same waistband that the panties I’d seen the twins, Penny and Pam, wearing at the sailing event. I quickly grabbed one and closed the drawer. Without taking the time to inspect them I stuffed then into my bag. As I sat down on the bed I could feel my heart beating and I also realized that I had a soft ”bulge“ in my pants.
I had a lot of thoughts that night as I tried to go to sleep. I think the main one was that there had to be a source for these panties somewhat local. Even though the twins lived near the city, they still spent three months in our area and Julie, as far as I knew, never went anywhere near the city. I pretty much convinced myself that there had to be a place where I could buy them locally... but how was I to find that place.
To be continued...
Cliffy, being the oldest, had always had the biggest bedroom and, after his younger brother was born, shared it with him. At some point in time the younger brother was given his own, smaller room. Julie, his sister, had always had her own room. However, after Cliffy left for the Navy she moved into his room. Since that room was the only one with two beds, Cliffy’s mother moved Julie back into her original room. This was all explained by Cliffy when we came upstairs to go to sleep. I didn’t care. All I wanted was a place to lay down.
I had to go be at work by 8am. Waking up was not a problem for Cliffy as his body was still on Navy time. He woke me up and headed for the shower. I lay in bed with half an eye open, putting off the inevitable. Then I saw a body come through the door and head for the big dresser. I knew it wasn’t cliffy because he was over 6 feet tall. I opened both eyes and saw it was Julie. She had long blonde hair that fell halfway halfway to her waist. As I started to raise myself up I noticed that there was a definite discoloration in her nightie. From about where her hair fell on her back to the hem it was darker. It took me a few seconds to recognize that it was wet. In fact, where the material touched her butt it was almost transparent and I could clearly see her panties. I immediately lay back down but didn’t take my eyes off her. She retrieved some clothes from the dresser and tip toed out the door. I couldn’t believe it. I’d known Cliffy for a long time and had stayed over any number of times and had no idea that Julie had ever wet her bed... but she sure had that night. I’ll admit that with that knowledge I took a different interest in Juile. My big regret was that I didn’t get a chance to peek into the dresser... but I had “plans”.
Normally, when my own car was racing, I’d finish my shift with the car wash at 2pm and then go about the final preparations for the car. I had to ask Cliff (my boss) if I could still finish up at the same time so I could go help Cliffy. Reluctantly, he said “yes“. When I pulled into Cliffy’s yard the first thing I looked at was the clothes line hoping to see the evidence of Julie’s wetting but was disappointed as Saturday was the normal washday for his mother. I tried to find a way to get at least a peek of panties on the line but they were mixed in with all the other underpants so it was a waste of time. But I did make a mental note to check the line anytime I was there during the day in the future.
On top of everything else that was going on that weekend, Fred, my boarding school friend was coming out to see me along with his girlfriend, Liz. He’d gotten a Summer job with his father’s company but it required him to work three out of four weekends. This was his first free weekend and he’d been hoping to see my car race. As usual for Fred, he was staying at his girlfriend’s family Summer home so had to go and ”be nice“ before tracking me down. When he did I could see that Liz was less than excited about going to the races. I remember her sitting in the car, her back against the passenger door and pulling her legs up under her chin, more or less in resignation of the fact. Fred made no effort to placate her so after a while I went over just to make conversation. If you remember from my description of her in earlier chapters, she dressed in what could easily be called ‘frumpy” clothes, meaning they were loose fitting and showed no body shape at all. Sitting as she was, and with me looking in the drivers door window, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I’m still not sure how she didn’t notice me staring at her crotch. The loose fitting shorts, especially around the legs, gave me a nice, wide ‘free show“. I’d never seen much of anything before this so that’s why I was so shocked. I’m sure she didn’t realize just waht was showing. Remembering from the Summer before when she’d loaned Elle some clothes. I pretty much knew what kind they were (Lollypop band leg cotton) but still enjoyed the view.
When I told her Elle wasn’t going that night she informed Fred that she wasn’t either. I got the immediate impression that he was sort of glad. At the races, Cliffy held his own... nothing really good or bad. The other car that his father owned won the main event so everyone that was with the two cars was excited. We celebrated by stopping for soft ice cream on the way home. Julie, his sister, had brought a classmate friend with her. Marissa wasn’t anything special to look at but seemed like a ”fun“ person. By the time we left for home, she and Cliffy were talking up a storm. After putting the cars into the shop Cliffy and I headed for bed. Julie’s room light was off as we walked past but it got my mind working again. We both wanted to take showers so I suggested that Cliffy go first. The bathroom was right next door so when I heard the water running I went to the dresser where Julie had been that morning. I gently pulled open the drawer that i’d seen her in and saw something that I hardy expected to see. There was a pile of cotton panties right there in front but what made me excited was that they had the same waistband that the panties I’d seen the twins, Penny and Pam, wearing at the sailing event. I quickly grabbed one and closed the drawer. Without taking the time to inspect them I stuffed then into my bag. As I sat down on the bed I could feel my heart beating and I also realized that I had a soft ”bulge“ in my pants.
I had a lot of thoughts that night as I tried to go to sleep. I think the main one was that there had to be a source for these panties somewhat local. Even though the twins lived near the city, they still spent three months in our area and Julie, as far as I knew, never went anywhere near the city. I pretty much convinced myself that there had to be a place where I could buy them locally... but how was I to find that place.
To be continued...
Monday, July 16, 2007
INTO THE "HEAT" OF SUMMER... (Part 25d)
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Note: The next few days became very much disjointed as far as creating a time line goes. I can remember pretty much everything that transpired but not the specific order. I’m going to list the events and try to put them into a sequence. I apologize in advance if it all tends to get a little confusing.
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I’m pretty sure I had the opening shift at the gas station because I remember being surprised that Elle wasn’t at work when I took my lunch break, downtown. I made a quick trip home and when i got to her house her mother was just leaving to take the rest of her shift. She told me that it was “that time of the month” for Elle and she didn’t feel all that well. She was, in fact, telling me to leave. I managed to find the time to call later that afternoon and was told that she hoped to feel better the next day. That pretty much told me that she wasn’t interested in seeing me that night. That worked well for me because it allowed me to go help my friend Cliffy get his reacecar ready for Saturday night and his very first race.
I remember that we worked well into the early morning. I knew that two of my mother’s cousins were coming to spend the weekend but, because I hadn’t seen much of my mother over the past few days, didn’t know when they were arriving. When I got to the top of the stairs I saw that the “guest” room door was closed. But, when I walked into my room there was someone in my brother’s bed. (I realize that I haven’t mentioned him in quite a while. He managed to “flunk out” of the boarding school that I had graduated from . My parents found another that was willing to take him under the condition that he, again, attend Summer school.) I didn’t want to turn on the light to find out just who it was but assumed it was Fil, my mother’s male cousin. I was too tired to really care. When the alarm went off I was surprised to see that it wasn’t. It was the son of a friend of the family that I knew on an offhand basis.
(One of my father’s best childhood friends had joined the Navy during the 2nd World War and had stayed in after it was over. Raised on a farm, he had no desire to come home and become a farmer which is what his father had wanted. By staying in the service he had an excuse not to. But, when his father died he left the farm to the son. By the time he returned home he and his wife had three children, two girls and a boy. He sold his father’s farm as soon as he could and purchased a rundown old bar/restaurant with the idea of fixing it up. He. himself, had been a cook while in the Navy and his wife had some restaurant experience. When they returned my parents renewed thier friendship and when the restaurant opened opened, big supporters. I, because I was away at school, didn’t really get to know the kids even though one of the girls had graduated with Elle and Cliffy. In any case, sometime during the previous afternoon, their house caught fire and the mother, working in the kitchen, had been seriously burned. The father and kids went to the hospital to be with her and at some time my parents were called and told of the situation. My mother, always the benevolent one, offered to take the kids home for the night. It was the boy who I found in my room and it was the girls who were in the “guest” room.)
I, as usual, was running late and, in spite of my curiosity, chose not to wake him to find out why he was there. I got a good idea soon after arriving at work. Almost everybody was talking about “the fire”. One thing about a small town is that news travels fast. I waited to call my mother to make sure she was up and when I did I got the “scoop”.
I honestly don’t think I thought much about my second cousins who would be arriving on the evening train and where they would sleep. However, my mother did. Knowing that I was helping Cliffy work on his racecar at his house, my mother called his mother to ask if I could spend the next few nights with them. Of course she said “yes”. I didn’t find out about it until I went home for supper. I pulled in the driveway and was headed for Elle’s house to find out how she was feeling. I heard my mother calling and went back to be told of the arrangement. I was surprised because I could’ve slept on a sofa. I didn’t argue (I knew better!) but after eating I collected some clean clothes and then headed for Elle’s.
She didn’t look well ay all and she told me that if she didn’t feel better by the next day that her mother would call the doctor. Knowing her mother’s feelings about doctors I kind of got the feeling that it might be something serious. I went back to work and finished up and headed for Cliffy’s.
To be continued...
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Note: The next few days became very much disjointed as far as creating a time line goes. I can remember pretty much everything that transpired but not the specific order. I’m going to list the events and try to put them into a sequence. I apologize in advance if it all tends to get a little confusing.
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I’m pretty sure I had the opening shift at the gas station because I remember being surprised that Elle wasn’t at work when I took my lunch break, downtown. I made a quick trip home and when i got to her house her mother was just leaving to take the rest of her shift. She told me that it was “that time of the month” for Elle and she didn’t feel all that well. She was, in fact, telling me to leave. I managed to find the time to call later that afternoon and was told that she hoped to feel better the next day. That pretty much told me that she wasn’t interested in seeing me that night. That worked well for me because it allowed me to go help my friend Cliffy get his reacecar ready for Saturday night and his very first race.
I remember that we worked well into the early morning. I knew that two of my mother’s cousins were coming to spend the weekend but, because I hadn’t seen much of my mother over the past few days, didn’t know when they were arriving. When I got to the top of the stairs I saw that the “guest” room door was closed. But, when I walked into my room there was someone in my brother’s bed. (I realize that I haven’t mentioned him in quite a while. He managed to “flunk out” of the boarding school that I had graduated from . My parents found another that was willing to take him under the condition that he, again, attend Summer school.) I didn’t want to turn on the light to find out just who it was but assumed it was Fil, my mother’s male cousin. I was too tired to really care. When the alarm went off I was surprised to see that it wasn’t. It was the son of a friend of the family that I knew on an offhand basis.
(One of my father’s best childhood friends had joined the Navy during the 2nd World War and had stayed in after it was over. Raised on a farm, he had no desire to come home and become a farmer which is what his father had wanted. By staying in the service he had an excuse not to. But, when his father died he left the farm to the son. By the time he returned home he and his wife had three children, two girls and a boy. He sold his father’s farm as soon as he could and purchased a rundown old bar/restaurant with the idea of fixing it up. He. himself, had been a cook while in the Navy and his wife had some restaurant experience. When they returned my parents renewed thier friendship and when the restaurant opened opened, big supporters. I, because I was away at school, didn’t really get to know the kids even though one of the girls had graduated with Elle and Cliffy. In any case, sometime during the previous afternoon, their house caught fire and the mother, working in the kitchen, had been seriously burned. The father and kids went to the hospital to be with her and at some time my parents were called and told of the situation. My mother, always the benevolent one, offered to take the kids home for the night. It was the boy who I found in my room and it was the girls who were in the “guest” room.)
I, as usual, was running late and, in spite of my curiosity, chose not to wake him to find out why he was there. I got a good idea soon after arriving at work. Almost everybody was talking about “the fire”. One thing about a small town is that news travels fast. I waited to call my mother to make sure she was up and when I did I got the “scoop”.
I honestly don’t think I thought much about my second cousins who would be arriving on the evening train and where they would sleep. However, my mother did. Knowing that I was helping Cliffy work on his racecar at his house, my mother called his mother to ask if I could spend the next few nights with them. Of course she said “yes”. I didn’t find out about it until I went home for supper. I pulled in the driveway and was headed for Elle’s house to find out how she was feeling. I heard my mother calling and went back to be told of the arrangement. I was surprised because I could’ve slept on a sofa. I didn’t argue (I knew better!) but after eating I collected some clean clothes and then headed for Elle’s.
She didn’t look well ay all and she told me that if she didn’t feel better by the next day that her mother would call the doctor. Knowing her mother’s feelings about doctors I kind of got the feeling that it might be something serious. I went back to work and finished up and headed for Cliffy’s.
To be continued...
Thursday, July 12, 2007
INTO THE "HEAT" OF SUMMER... (Part 25c)
When I picked Elle up I was anxious to ask about her meeting with the Doctors but I could see she was apprehensive as we approached her house. I wanted to be supportive but with no information with which to work with I had to keep my mouth shut. In looking back on that day, it was the second time that I’d been able to stifle myself and didn’t put my foot in my mouth. I told her that I’d stop by in about an hour to pick her up. It took forever! Even my mother noticed my constant checking of my watch. When I finally showed up at her door she was wearing a dress that I’d never seen before. It was different as well. I now know it’s called a pinafore but I didn’t at the time. Being summer it was hot but with the rain it was very humid and she wanted to have as little on over her arms and shoulders. There wasn’t much, for sure. I could clearly see parts of her bra, which was something I rarely saw, and I liked it. By then the rain had stopped. I asked where she wanted to go and she surprised me by saying she wanted to take a walk on the beach.
It’d been a while since we’d done that. We walked to the East ending up down by the ”mansion“. Everything was wet... the sand, jetties and stairs, which didn’t make it easy to talk. As I looked around I saw the cement gazebo up above us that was at the edge of the property. There was a rumor that the owners had large dogs patrolling the property but I’d never seen them. I suggested that we at least go up and explore the gazebo and found that the floor was basically dry. We sat down using the pillars as back rests. To be sure our bottoms were dry we sat with our feet towards the center. I enjoyed watching Elle position herself as she exposed her panties enough that I was pretty sure that she wasn’t wearing a ”package" and was wearing just a single pair of nylon ones.
It took a while before Elle opened up to me as to what had transpired during her meeting with Carol’s parents. Once she did it was obvious that she was torn as to what to do. In sum, she was encouraged by what Carol’s father had told her in that there was definitely a procedure that could help, but not cure her. Carol’s mother had suggested a series of pelvic exercises to help with her bladder control. While all together, they had called Elle’s Doctor who had, with Elle’s approval (she was 18), agreed to share her medical records. He, being familiar with her mother’s fear of Doctors, agreed not to say anything to her parents. The bigger problem was how to pay for the procedure if she agreed to it. All in all, the situation left Elle in turmoil.
I pretty much just let Elle talk. When she was about done I remember asking if there was anything I could do. I also remember her getting up and crawling over to me and curling herself up in front of me (my legs were spread apart), wanting to be held. It was another of those “timeless” happenings in which time flew without anything to benchmark it’s passing. As gross as it may sound, it was a wetness under my thighs and butt that broke the silence. Elle had fallen asleep and had wet in her sleep. It was still daylight out and when I looked at my watch I quickly calculated that it had been over 2 hours since we’d left her house. Of course Elle was embarrassed. I tried to reassure her that it was OK by me... that I wasn’t upset and fully understood the situation. But, what the incident turned out to be was the “push” that Elle needed to make a decision. In the course of deciding what to do about our damp condition she announced that, some how, some way, she was going to pursue what Carol’s father had proposed.
There was no way that we were going to walk back home in that condition. It was getting dark but there was no way to hide the fact that Elle’s dress, as well as my jeans, were wet and in an embarrassing area. We walked down the stairs and into the water. In a moment of levity, I suggested that we go swimming. At first she recoiled and said “no” but before I realized it she was splashing me. It only took a few seconds for us to be in waist deep water. We didn’t swim but she ended up sitting on my lap with the water up around her chin. It was the first time a quite a few days that I’d held her this close. It felt good!
The was nothing really sexual that took place as I was still a bit tentative about where I stood as far as her being mad at me. I chose the “safe mode”. Maybe we stayed in the water 10 or so minutes and then started to walk home. It was chilly as the wet clothes clung to our bodies. We fabricated a story that we’d tried to go beyond the last jetty, down by the mansion, (it was possible but very difficult) and had fallen in. I don’t think my parents even knew but Elle took a little “heat” especially due to the fact that the dress was relatively new. When Elle came back outside she’d been “grounded” and couldn’t leave her yard. We ended up taking a beach towel out in the back yard and just sat and talked. It was all about how Elle was going to proceed with Carol’s father.
As I remember it, nothing much was decided and Elle finally went off to bed and I really don’t remember what kind of “good night” we had.
To be continued...
When I picked Elle up I was anxious to ask about her meeting with the Doctors but I could see she was apprehensive as we approached her house. I wanted to be supportive but with no information with which to work with I had to keep my mouth shut. In looking back on that day, it was the second time that I’d been able to stifle myself and didn’t put my foot in my mouth. I told her that I’d stop by in about an hour to pick her up. It took forever! Even my mother noticed my constant checking of my watch. When I finally showed up at her door she was wearing a dress that I’d never seen before. It was different as well. I now know it’s called a pinafore but I didn’t at the time. Being summer it was hot but with the rain it was very humid and she wanted to have as little on over her arms and shoulders. There wasn’t much, for sure. I could clearly see parts of her bra, which was something I rarely saw, and I liked it. By then the rain had stopped. I asked where she wanted to go and she surprised me by saying she wanted to take a walk on the beach.
It’d been a while since we’d done that. We walked to the East ending up down by the ”mansion“. Everything was wet... the sand, jetties and stairs, which didn’t make it easy to talk. As I looked around I saw the cement gazebo up above us that was at the edge of the property. There was a rumor that the owners had large dogs patrolling the property but I’d never seen them. I suggested that we at least go up and explore the gazebo and found that the floor was basically dry. We sat down using the pillars as back rests. To be sure our bottoms were dry we sat with our feet towards the center. I enjoyed watching Elle position herself as she exposed her panties enough that I was pretty sure that she wasn’t wearing a ”package" and was wearing just a single pair of nylon ones.
It took a while before Elle opened up to me as to what had transpired during her meeting with Carol’s parents. Once she did it was obvious that she was torn as to what to do. In sum, she was encouraged by what Carol’s father had told her in that there was definitely a procedure that could help, but not cure her. Carol’s mother had suggested a series of pelvic exercises to help with her bladder control. While all together, they had called Elle’s Doctor who had, with Elle’s approval (she was 18), agreed to share her medical records. He, being familiar with her mother’s fear of Doctors, agreed not to say anything to her parents. The bigger problem was how to pay for the procedure if she agreed to it. All in all, the situation left Elle in turmoil.
I pretty much just let Elle talk. When she was about done I remember asking if there was anything I could do. I also remember her getting up and crawling over to me and curling herself up in front of me (my legs were spread apart), wanting to be held. It was another of those “timeless” happenings in which time flew without anything to benchmark it’s passing. As gross as it may sound, it was a wetness under my thighs and butt that broke the silence. Elle had fallen asleep and had wet in her sleep. It was still daylight out and when I looked at my watch I quickly calculated that it had been over 2 hours since we’d left her house. Of course Elle was embarrassed. I tried to reassure her that it was OK by me... that I wasn’t upset and fully understood the situation. But, what the incident turned out to be was the “push” that Elle needed to make a decision. In the course of deciding what to do about our damp condition she announced that, some how, some way, she was going to pursue what Carol’s father had proposed.
There was no way that we were going to walk back home in that condition. It was getting dark but there was no way to hide the fact that Elle’s dress, as well as my jeans, were wet and in an embarrassing area. We walked down the stairs and into the water. In a moment of levity, I suggested that we go swimming. At first she recoiled and said “no” but before I realized it she was splashing me. It only took a few seconds for us to be in waist deep water. We didn’t swim but she ended up sitting on my lap with the water up around her chin. It was the first time a quite a few days that I’d held her this close. It felt good!
The was nothing really sexual that took place as I was still a bit tentative about where I stood as far as her being mad at me. I chose the “safe mode”. Maybe we stayed in the water 10 or so minutes and then started to walk home. It was chilly as the wet clothes clung to our bodies. We fabricated a story that we’d tried to go beyond the last jetty, down by the mansion, (it was possible but very difficult) and had fallen in. I don’t think my parents even knew but Elle took a little “heat” especially due to the fact that the dress was relatively new. When Elle came back outside she’d been “grounded” and couldn’t leave her yard. We ended up taking a beach towel out in the back yard and just sat and talked. It was all about how Elle was going to proceed with Carol’s father.
As I remember it, nothing much was decided and Elle finally went off to bed and I really don’t remember what kind of “good night” we had.
To be continued...
Friday, July 06, 2007
INTO THE "HEAT" OF SUMMER... (Part 25b)
The next day I discovered that my best friend Cliffy (who I failed to mention earlier had joined the Navy soon after graduation) was home on extended leave soon after arriving at work. He and two of his Navy buddies stopped by and wanted to get together that night “for old times sake”. Of course I wanted to see him so that precluded my quest to see Elle. He and his buddies had signed up for a hardship tour of duty which earned them extra leave. Cliffy had wanted to use the time to drive his father’s racecar. But, because they (the car and driver) were racing for the track championship, his father had said “no”. But, he’d been told that if he could find an old racecar for the right price that he could drive that. So, that night the four of us went on a mission to find a car for him. Because I’d been at the track for a month I pretty much knew those people who had cars but weren’t currently racing. Around 10pm or so we found one that didn’t need too much work and had a reasonable price. For Cliffy it was a profitable night. For me, even thought it was good to see him again, it left me pretty much down. I wanted to race so badly and just couldn’t afford to. Seeing cars that were capable of racing while mine was wrecked, hurt.
I’d switched off with Tony so didn’t have to go in until 10am. I hoped that I could catch Elle before that. I waited until I saw the shade go up in her bedroom and then waited some more until I saw her mother drive off to work before going over. To say my heart was pounding would be to put it mildly. I remember thinking I could feel it actually pounding in my chest as I stood at the screen door. I knocked and, Elle, not realizing it was me, started towards the door from the kitchen. As soon as she saw who it was she stopped. I don’t remember the words but I know I was pleading with her to at least come over to the door. I said my apology through the screen door. I remember that it was hard to see her expression because of where she was standing and the sun on the screen. It was awkward, for sure. When she didn’t respond verbally, I pleaded with her to at least say something. Finally she pushed the door open and I walked in. I remember that she had on a short summer night gown and when she walked over to the daybed that served as a couch I could see right through it. When she finally started talking it was to chastize me for a lot of things that I’d done that annoyed her. It sure took me by surprise. I really didn’t have much to say in response. (1).
Before I knew it the phone was ringing. It was my mother saying that the gas station had called wondering where I was. When I left Elle I didn’t really know if she’d accepted my apology or not but I did know that Carol was coming to pick Elle up to meet with her parents. I just didn’t know how to procede from there.
Carol solved that problem by stopping by the gas station while Elle was with her parents. She suggested that I find an excuse to visit Elle at the drug store that afternoon and that I bring some sort of present. I had no idea of what to bring but Carol had indicated that Elle would be receptive to seeing me. There weren’t a lot of choices for presents in our little town so I was left to struggle with that. A rain storm hit in mid afternoon forcing us to shut the car wash down. I took that as a “sign“ to take off and see Elle. When I climbed into my car I noticed some trash on the floor. It was for a Baby Ruth candy bar. Elle had an affinity for them and seeing the wrapper solved my problem. As strange as it may seem today but Drug stores didn’t sell candy in those days. A soda fountain and ice cream... yes. But candy? No. Around the corner was, believe it or not, a ”cigar store“. It sold all kinds of things... newspapers, magazines, candy, paper products, cigarettes and... cigars. I headed there and bought 5 of the Baby Ruth candy bars. The owners‘s wife waited on me and I asked her if she had a small piece of ribbon. When I explained what I wanted it for she took them from me and disappeared into the back of the store. When she returned they were all tied together and there was a bow on the top. I asked her how much it cost and she handed it to me and smiled.
I’ll bet I paced back and forth in front of the drug store at least three times. From the street I couldn’t see but a small part of the counter where Elle worked so I wasn’t even sure she was there when I walked in. I felt better immediately because she smiled as soon as she saw me. When I pulled the package out from behind me she actually giggled. I was glad that there were no customers in the store at all. I walked to the open end of the counter to hand the candy to her and she gave me a peck on the cheek. It was progress! But it still was awkward. The owner, the pharmacist, was in the back so I hesitated to respond physically, even though I wanted to. Of course I was interested to find out what had transpired with her meeting with Carol’s parents but didn’t dare to ask. When the first customer walked in I took my leave, promising to pick her up at 6pm.
As I drove back to work I felt the best I had in a long time. I couldn’t wait until work was over. Not knowing how I stood with Elle, I’d told Cliffy I’d go to the races with him that night. At that moment my priority was Elle so had to face telling Cliffy that I wasn’t going to the races. As it was still raining I started praying that it would continue. It did. Whew!
To be continued...
The next day I discovered that my best friend Cliffy (who I failed to mention earlier had joined the Navy soon after graduation) was home on extended leave soon after arriving at work. He and two of his Navy buddies stopped by and wanted to get together that night “for old times sake”. Of course I wanted to see him so that precluded my quest to see Elle. He and his buddies had signed up for a hardship tour of duty which earned them extra leave. Cliffy had wanted to use the time to drive his father’s racecar. But, because they (the car and driver) were racing for the track championship, his father had said “no”. But, he’d been told that if he could find an old racecar for the right price that he could drive that. So, that night the four of us went on a mission to find a car for him. Because I’d been at the track for a month I pretty much knew those people who had cars but weren’t currently racing. Around 10pm or so we found one that didn’t need too much work and had a reasonable price. For Cliffy it was a profitable night. For me, even thought it was good to see him again, it left me pretty much down. I wanted to race so badly and just couldn’t afford to. Seeing cars that were capable of racing while mine was wrecked, hurt.
I’d switched off with Tony so didn’t have to go in until 10am. I hoped that I could catch Elle before that. I waited until I saw the shade go up in her bedroom and then waited some more until I saw her mother drive off to work before going over. To say my heart was pounding would be to put it mildly. I remember thinking I could feel it actually pounding in my chest as I stood at the screen door. I knocked and, Elle, not realizing it was me, started towards the door from the kitchen. As soon as she saw who it was she stopped. I don’t remember the words but I know I was pleading with her to at least come over to the door. I said my apology through the screen door. I remember that it was hard to see her expression because of where she was standing and the sun on the screen. It was awkward, for sure. When she didn’t respond verbally, I pleaded with her to at least say something. Finally she pushed the door open and I walked in. I remember that she had on a short summer night gown and when she walked over to the daybed that served as a couch I could see right through it. When she finally started talking it was to chastize me for a lot of things that I’d done that annoyed her. It sure took me by surprise. I really didn’t have much to say in response. (1).
Before I knew it the phone was ringing. It was my mother saying that the gas station had called wondering where I was. When I left Elle I didn’t really know if she’d accepted my apology or not but I did know that Carol was coming to pick Elle up to meet with her parents. I just didn’t know how to procede from there.
Carol solved that problem by stopping by the gas station while Elle was with her parents. She suggested that I find an excuse to visit Elle at the drug store that afternoon and that I bring some sort of present. I had no idea of what to bring but Carol had indicated that Elle would be receptive to seeing me. There weren’t a lot of choices for presents in our little town so I was left to struggle with that. A rain storm hit in mid afternoon forcing us to shut the car wash down. I took that as a “sign“ to take off and see Elle. When I climbed into my car I noticed some trash on the floor. It was for a Baby Ruth candy bar. Elle had an affinity for them and seeing the wrapper solved my problem. As strange as it may seem today but Drug stores didn’t sell candy in those days. A soda fountain and ice cream... yes. But candy? No. Around the corner was, believe it or not, a ”cigar store“. It sold all kinds of things... newspapers, magazines, candy, paper products, cigarettes and... cigars. I headed there and bought 5 of the Baby Ruth candy bars. The owners‘s wife waited on me and I asked her if she had a small piece of ribbon. When I explained what I wanted it for she took them from me and disappeared into the back of the store. When she returned they were all tied together and there was a bow on the top. I asked her how much it cost and she handed it to me and smiled.
I’ll bet I paced back and forth in front of the drug store at least three times. From the street I couldn’t see but a small part of the counter where Elle worked so I wasn’t even sure she was there when I walked in. I felt better immediately because she smiled as soon as she saw me. When I pulled the package out from behind me she actually giggled. I was glad that there were no customers in the store at all. I walked to the open end of the counter to hand the candy to her and she gave me a peck on the cheek. It was progress! But it still was awkward. The owner, the pharmacist, was in the back so I hesitated to respond physically, even though I wanted to. Of course I was interested to find out what had transpired with her meeting with Carol’s parents but didn’t dare to ask. When the first customer walked in I took my leave, promising to pick her up at 6pm.
As I drove back to work I felt the best I had in a long time. I couldn’t wait until work was over. Not knowing how I stood with Elle, I’d told Cliffy I’d go to the races with him that night. At that moment my priority was Elle so had to face telling Cliffy that I wasn’t going to the races. As it was still raining I started praying that it would continue. It did. Whew!
To be continued...
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
INTO THE "HEAT" OF SUMMER... (Part 25a)
By the time I got home it was dark. I had to tell my parents about my day and show my trophy off to them before showering and trying to go find Elle. When I walked outside all the lights at her house were out. I remember feeling really stupid as I thought back on the previous night. I decided to walk out to the water. In all that had been going on I’d failed to notice that there was “life” at the house next door. I honestly don’t remember which one it was that had died, the lady or the man, but the house hadn’t been opened for the Summer as it normally was. But I noticed a light on in the living room as I walked past. As I’ve previously written, the owners had three daughters and they had taken turns visiting with them along with their families for weeks at a time in previous Summers. It made sense to me that it had to be one of the daughters. I walked up to window and peeked in. I could see a female, curled up in a wicker chair, reading. What caught my attention was that, because of the position she was in, I could see the part of her panties that rode on her hip. I stood there for about a minute and then moved on out front. The last thing I needed right then was to have my mother catch me peeking into the house. I finally came in and went on up to bed. It was another long, pretty much sleepless, night.
I don’t remember the details of the next morning. I know that Elle’s shade was still down in her bedroom window and that I had been right about that it was one of the daughters who was staying next door with her family. I’d pretty much worked out an apology to Elle during my sleeplessness but had to figure a way to give it to her. It became obvious, to me, that she was avoiding me when I called her home and was told by her mother that she wasn’t there. I didn’t want to go to the drug store to apologize with the possibility of other people being around so decided to wait.
Help came in an unexpected way. Buddy and Carol stopped at the gas station to get her mother’s car washed. While out of the car I asked Carol if Elle had spoken to her yet. Carol gave me a puzzled look which indicated to me that she hadn’t. Carol, now curious as to what it might be about, asked. At this point I knew I was in trouble. She wouldn’t let up on me until I “spilled the beans”. When I did I told her about when Elle had told me and about my less than enthusiastic response and that Elle hadn’t spoken to me since. I remember Carol saying she’d “take care of it” when she and Buddy left.
I didn’t find out about what I’m about to write until a few days later. Carol had Buddy drive her to the drug store where she went in to visit with Elle. The long and short of it was that Carol proceeded to get Elle to explain, in detail, what had happened between Elle and I. Even though I’d told Carol that Elle was leaning towards meeting with her parents about her “problem” she wanted to hear it from Elle herself. Because of the nature of the subject and the fact Elle had customers to wait on, Carol suggested that she come back and pick her up to take her home that night, allowing them some privacy. When she did Elle agreed to the meeting and Carol was to set it up. However, I did not know it.
In the meantime, Elle continued to avoid me. It was frustrating, to say the least. As far as the racecar was concerned we pretty much agreed to “take a break” and reassess our whole situation. On the one hand I was disappointed but the reality of it made sense. Here I’d been home for a month and not had any real time to devote to Elle... and because of it was paying the price right at the present. What I had to concentrate on was getting Elle to see me so I could apologize.
That night, with no Elle and no racecar to work on I was “lost”. I decided to stay home and wait for Elle to get home from work. I sat on the back porch so I could see all the cars as they came and went. That way I could, hopefully, get over to Elle’s before she disappeared inside. But I ended up having my attention diverted. The people who were staying next door drove into their driveway. One of their children was a teen aged girl. I immediately recognized her as the female who’d been sitting in the chair the night before. She wasn’t pretty in the typical sense but had a cute smile. It had been a few years since I’d seen the family and the kids had grown quite a lot. I didn’t remember their names but the mother recognized me and called me over to reintroduce her to her daughter. The girl’s name was Marge and she was almost as tall as me. (6’1“) It was awkward at first but after the typical “small talk” I ended up being invited over to their house to share in the ice cream that they had, ironically, purchased at the drug store where Elle worked. Marge curled up in the big wicker chair that I’d seen her in the night before and I sat across from her. Once her brother had finished his ice cream he left the room. I couldn’t stop looking at Marge because, sitting that way, I could see about six inches of her panties sticking out from under her shorts. I kept catching myself... and blushing. In thinking about it I’m not sure she didn’t do it on purpose. In any case, I enjoyed that part of my evening. Actually, it ended up giving me something pleasant to think about when I went home and to bed.
To be continued...
By the time I got home it was dark. I had to tell my parents about my day and show my trophy off to them before showering and trying to go find Elle. When I walked outside all the lights at her house were out. I remember feeling really stupid as I thought back on the previous night. I decided to walk out to the water. In all that had been going on I’d failed to notice that there was “life” at the house next door. I honestly don’t remember which one it was that had died, the lady or the man, but the house hadn’t been opened for the Summer as it normally was. But I noticed a light on in the living room as I walked past. As I’ve previously written, the owners had three daughters and they had taken turns visiting with them along with their families for weeks at a time in previous Summers. It made sense to me that it had to be one of the daughters. I walked up to window and peeked in. I could see a female, curled up in a wicker chair, reading. What caught my attention was that, because of the position she was in, I could see the part of her panties that rode on her hip. I stood there for about a minute and then moved on out front. The last thing I needed right then was to have my mother catch me peeking into the house. I finally came in and went on up to bed. It was another long, pretty much sleepless, night.
I don’t remember the details of the next morning. I know that Elle’s shade was still down in her bedroom window and that I had been right about that it was one of the daughters who was staying next door with her family. I’d pretty much worked out an apology to Elle during my sleeplessness but had to figure a way to give it to her. It became obvious, to me, that she was avoiding me when I called her home and was told by her mother that she wasn’t there. I didn’t want to go to the drug store to apologize with the possibility of other people being around so decided to wait.
Help came in an unexpected way. Buddy and Carol stopped at the gas station to get her mother’s car washed. While out of the car I asked Carol if Elle had spoken to her yet. Carol gave me a puzzled look which indicated to me that she hadn’t. Carol, now curious as to what it might be about, asked. At this point I knew I was in trouble. She wouldn’t let up on me until I “spilled the beans”. When I did I told her about when Elle had told me and about my less than enthusiastic response and that Elle hadn’t spoken to me since. I remember Carol saying she’d “take care of it” when she and Buddy left.
I didn’t find out about what I’m about to write until a few days later. Carol had Buddy drive her to the drug store where she went in to visit with Elle. The long and short of it was that Carol proceeded to get Elle to explain, in detail, what had happened between Elle and I. Even though I’d told Carol that Elle was leaning towards meeting with her parents about her “problem” she wanted to hear it from Elle herself. Because of the nature of the subject and the fact Elle had customers to wait on, Carol suggested that she come back and pick her up to take her home that night, allowing them some privacy. When she did Elle agreed to the meeting and Carol was to set it up. However, I did not know it.
In the meantime, Elle continued to avoid me. It was frustrating, to say the least. As far as the racecar was concerned we pretty much agreed to “take a break” and reassess our whole situation. On the one hand I was disappointed but the reality of it made sense. Here I’d been home for a month and not had any real time to devote to Elle... and because of it was paying the price right at the present. What I had to concentrate on was getting Elle to see me so I could apologize.
That night, with no Elle and no racecar to work on I was “lost”. I decided to stay home and wait for Elle to get home from work. I sat on the back porch so I could see all the cars as they came and went. That way I could, hopefully, get over to Elle’s before she disappeared inside. But I ended up having my attention diverted. The people who were staying next door drove into their driveway. One of their children was a teen aged girl. I immediately recognized her as the female who’d been sitting in the chair the night before. She wasn’t pretty in the typical sense but had a cute smile. It had been a few years since I’d seen the family and the kids had grown quite a lot. I didn’t remember their names but the mother recognized me and called me over to reintroduce her to her daughter. The girl’s name was Marge and she was almost as tall as me. (6’1“) It was awkward at first but after the typical “small talk” I ended up being invited over to their house to share in the ice cream that they had, ironically, purchased at the drug store where Elle worked. Marge curled up in the big wicker chair that I’d seen her in the night before and I sat across from her. Once her brother had finished his ice cream he left the room. I couldn’t stop looking at Marge because, sitting that way, I could see about six inches of her panties sticking out from under her shorts. I kept catching myself... and blushing. In thinking about it I’m not sure she didn’t do it on purpose. In any case, I enjoyed that part of my evening. Actually, it ended up giving me something pleasant to think about when I went home and to bed.
To be continued...
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