SEPTEMBER... On into the fall... (Part 27c)

I knew I’d be in trouble for not making the meal (the pledges were the ”entertainment“ at the evening meal) and was set to walk back to town at that point. I stopped at the barn to thank Mr and Mrs T. and to tell them that I hoped I’d be able to get my things out of their way the following weekend. When I did Mrs T. asked if I’d eaten yet and the answer was ”no“. Actually, other than the little bit Elle had gotten for me at lunch I‘d not had anything to eat at all. I think that just the thought of food made me say ”yes“ when she asked if I could hang on for a few more minutes. I did so gladly and proceeded to watch as both she and her husband hooked the mechanical milkers up to the waiting cows. I’d only seen it done by hand by my great aunt when I was a little so this was an interesting thing to watch.

When they were finished they both took off their coveralls and left them in the barn office. They were both wearing regular clothes under them and as we walked to the house I began to wonder why the daughter hadn’t done the same. Inside, we all washed up and then Mrs T. went to find Joanne. She brought her back into the kitchen and reintroduced her to me. Again, no eye contact. It made me feel uncomfortable. The girl now had on a cotton skirt and her hair was no longer in a pony tail. She was prettier than I’d seen her up to that point in time. I just wished she’d say something to me.

Since they had their main meal at noontime on Sundays they ate light at night. I didn’t care as, by then, anything was going to taste good. The only thing I do remember eating was a piece of delicious warm apple pie. I also remember it was the first time I heard Joanne speak. I had complimented Mrs. T on the pie and Joanne spoke up to say she’d made it. I was surprised by both her speaking and that she’d done the baking. Mrs T. then said that Joanne did all the baking in the household. At that point I wished I could have another piece. Mrs T. got the job of driving me back to town and, as it turned out, she gave me the missing information on her daughter.

She apologized for her daughter saying that she had some ”problems“ and because of that was very shy. I didn’t say a word as Mrs T. proceeded to give me Joanne’s history. She was late in learning to walk and talk but she went to kindergarten with kids of her own age. Because of where they lived (on a farm) she really didn’t have any friends her age to play with. Her two sisters were four and six years older than she was and it wasn’t that they shunned her but they were never close. Joanne had a hard time fitting in with the others but made it through the year. It was when Joanne started 1st grade that problems started to arise. Kindergarten was basically unstructured and 1st grade was. Joanne didn’t respond well to it and, when she was scolded for something she’d have a temper tantrum... and would sometimes wet her pants. It surprised me that she would tell me about that but, in a way, I was glad she did. Her social skills did improve but she wasn’t able to keep up with her schoolwork. The school wanted her to stay back and repeat the first grade. Mrs T. said she was concerned what that would do to Joanne's psyche because it would mean she’d be leaving her newly made friends. So, she went on to 2nd grade.

By this time the car was parked in front of the house I was living at. I didn’t want her to stop so I didn’t say anything. She went on to say that by the end of the year it was painfully obvious that Joanne wasn’t capable of keeping up so this time she was left back. Mrs T. said she didn’t take it very well. Mrs T. admitted that she and her husband hadn’t really helped the situation because they’d continuously compared Joanne with their other two girls who were excellent students. The result was that Joanne retreated into a shell. Any time she perceived she was being scolded she’d start to cry and just fall on the floor and have a tantrum. Because the family had friends who worked at the college they were steered to having Joanne evaluated. After testing it was found that her IQ was in the 80’s.

I don’t know why I was so fascinated with the story but I just sat and listened. She went on to say that after the initial disappointment about the results of the test that Joanne was treated differently at home. She and Joanne’s sisters worked with her trying to help her out. It was a struggle and it remained that way right up to the time Joanne was to move up into Junior High School. But with the change came some serious problems. In grade school you had the same teacher for all subjects. Joanne’s parents worked closely with each teacher and it seemed to help, especially in the social aspect. In Junior High it was a totally different school with all new teachers. Each subject was taught by a different one. Mrs T. said that she tried to explain Joanne’s situation to each in the form of a letter. It didn’t work as some of the teachers made fun of Joanne’s shortcomings. It didn’t take long for her new classmates to pick up on it and started teasing her by calling her ”Dummy“. Joanne wasn’t able to handle it and relapsed into the crying and tantrum stage again. She reached a point where she just wouldn’t go to school.

From that time on she pretty much stayed at home with Mrs. T. Even though she didn’t like farm work she was required to do some chores as a compromise to going to school. The rest of her time she spent in the kitchen where Mrs T. taught her how to bake and she seemed to find herself in that element. The first year she entered one of her products in the County Fair she won a ribbon. In fact, as we sat there in the car one of her apple pies was at the State fair being judged. When Mrs T. told me that I was truly impressed. I also noted that she seemed somewhat relieved having told me about her daughter. I didn’t know why that would be but I was glad that she did. I was tempted to ask if Joanne still had temper tantrums but I didn’t.

Somewhere during the telling of the last part of the story I saw my roommate Bob and John, another pledge at the fraternity who had rented the single room, return to the house. From the time we left the farm until I got out of the car well over an hour had passed. I thanked Mrs T. for the ride and for sharing the information about Joanne. I also told her I’d see her the following weekend to pick up my car and boat and then headed into the house. As I walked up the steps I found myself thinking about Joanne and her troubles with school. Something just didn’t seem right. But as soon as I walked into my room I had to change focus.

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SEPTEMBER... On into the Fall... (Part 27b)

I was pretty excited by the time I pulled up in front of the sorority. It’d been almost two weeks since I’d seen her and had only talked to her for a few minutes during that time. The sorority house had originally been the home of a wealthy businessman in the town. With the depression followed by World War II, most of the manufacturing that had driven the town’s economy had closed. The majority of the homes that had housed the wealthy families had been converted into fraternities and sororities as the college became the prime focus for the town. As I walked up the steps I was impressed with the grounds that surrounded the house. The front door was massive. I can still picture it. After ringing the bell the door was opened by a plain looking girl in a bathrobe. I told her I was looking for Elle. The next thing I knew there were a dozen girls in the foyer gawking at me. Talk about being uncomfortable! I don’t know how long it was before I saw Elle coming down the stairs. It was a memorable sight as it was a circular staircase and Elle looked really good... not like she did when I’d last seen her. It was obvious that she was surprised (and happy) to see me as she ran up and threw her arms around me. It didn’t last long as a couple of the girls who were watching us started scolding her about doing something like that in the sorority house. That seemed a little harsh to me but that’s the way it was. Elle grabbed my hand and led me outside to the front porch. There wasn’t any privacy there either as the main living room was right there and the windows were all open. But it wasn’t considered to be ”in the sorority“ so we reconnected. I don’t think we said more than a few words for at least five minutes.

She, of course, wanted to know how I’d gotten permission to drive over. When I told her I didn’t have permission she gave me one of those ”looks“ but then gave me another big hug and kiss. I, on the other hand, had a lot of questions for her. The problem was that we had no privacy there. I suggested that we go down town to the restaurant that we’d spent a lot of time at in her freshman year but she said that she couldn’t. All the pledges had been confined to the house for the weekend because some of them had broken some rule. That and they had to eat all their meals at the house until they became full members (sisters). So, instead of finding out the details of just how she was doing with regards to the operation I had to pretty much limit my questions as to her roommates and the sorority itself. When it came time for lunch, Elle smuggled some things out to me when she finished up. Even though it wasn’t much I was thankful for it.

One thing that stands out in my memory from that day was when she told me about her roommates. There were eight of them in the room. She said she felt like a sardine in there. There were 4 bunk beds and barely enough room for desks and dressers. I knew she was worried about her condition and how it would be accepted by her roommates but I also knew she did not expect to have seven other girls with her. Once I heard that I really wanted to know how that part was working out. Without saying much she indicated that it was OK... so far. One thing she did offer was that one of the girls (Maggie) was even more shy about her body than she was. (Remember, even though we’d had sex I still hadn’t seen her completely naked.) I didn’t know how that played into the situation but for her to tell me about the girl it must’ve had some meaning.

Nancy, one of her roommates from her Freshman year, came out on the porch and sat with us for a while and with her around I managed to find out a little more about the other girls in their room. They actually knew two of them as they had been in the same dorm the year before. Both Elle and Nancy volunteered that the other four seemed nice enough even if the one girl was a bit ”different“. That was about all I got by the time they had to go inside for some sort of function.

I’d made it over without any car problems but the trip took just about twice as much time. My problem had been with overheating which meant I had to wait for the engine to cool down before putting more water on the radiator. Since I had the problem all the way back from Ohio I pretty much knew how long I had to wait to add the water. By the time I got back to the farm I was already late for the meal at the fraternity. The lateness wasn’t all the fault of the car as I arrived at the farm just as they were herding the cows in from the pasture. I had to wait until the last one crossed the road to be able to pull into the driveway. But, as I waited I saw something that I had hoped to see... the daughter, Joanne.

She, like both her mother and father, was wearing coveralls and rubber boots. She kind of lagged behind her parents as they hustled the animals into the milking barn. As I rehitched the boat to the car I kept my eyes on the girl. She walked across in front of the car and even though I said ”hello“ to her she didn’t even acknowledge me. I thought it strange but continued to follow her with my eyes as she approached the house. At the base of the steps up to the porch she stopped and took off her boots and then climbed up to the porch. My guess is that I was about 100 yards away at this point. Then, standing right in front of the door, she took her coveralls off and lay them over a chair that was right there. I couldn’t believe my eyes as she was now standing there in just a sleeveless blouse and her panties. She was only there for a few seconds before disappearing inside but the visage was burned into my brain. I couldn’t understand it as she knew I was there and could see her... but I wasn’t complaining.

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SEPTEMBER... On into the Fall... (Part 27a)

I had dreamed of qualifying for the Championships right from when I first started racing. Even with that in mind I headed for Ohio with mixed feelings. As hard as it was to qualify I didn’t want to give up my spot and to stay home to be with Elle. Because of the limited time we’d had together after the operation I didn’t really know her inner feelings. As it turned out it was quite an experience and I actually did very well under some very trying conditions. When the races were over I had to head for college. I was actually supposed to sign in on that Friday but I was still racing. My father had contacted the school and got an exemption for me. As a Sophomore I was not allowed to have a car at school but I’d also been given a week’s exemption with the provision that I was not to drive the car while it was there except to take it home. On my way back to school from the championships I had briefly given some thought to stopping by Elle’s school to see her. But I’d experienced car problems the whole trip back. I was afraid that if I broke down between her school and mine I, with the boat in tow, I would have really been in trouble as the roads were narrow and were lightly traveled. I made it back to school on Sunday afternoon and was faced with a problem right away.

As I’d previously written, my roommate, Bob, and I had drawn a short straw as far as being able to have a room at the fraternity. We’d arranged to get a room downtown at the home of one of the college’s professors. When I pulled up in front of the house I realized that they didn’t have any place for me to park the car let alone the boat. After conversations with the professor and his wife they were able to arrange for me to take them both to the farm of a friend. It was almost dark when I arrived and was greeted by some really nice people. They showed me where to park and then invited me in for a bite to eat. I never expected something like that. I knew they were going to drive me back to town but this was special. Besides the food being good, (it was my first homecooked meal in almost a week) there was one other thing... the daughter.

I really didn’t find out much about her that night. Most of the conversation, unfortunately, revolved about me. I did find out that her name was Joanne and she was the youngest of three girls. She seemed to be exceptionally shy and rarely spoke. But it was hard for me to take my eyes off her. She was the stereotypical “farmers daughter” with long blonde hair (tied back into a pony tail), good looks and very well “developed“. On the trip back to town I couldn’t get my mind off her.

Bob had already settled in to our room so, while I was taking the car to the farm, carried all my things upstairs. It was another unexpected treat. As I unpacked he brought me up to date on the fraternity and what we, as ”pledges“, were expected to do. He warned me that we were going to be, for all intents and purposes, slaves to the brothers. He endured an indoctrination on Saturday and warned me that they were lying in wait for me for missing it. He told me of some the hazing that the pledges had suffered through and all I could think of was that it was going to be worse for me. Little did I know!

My ”punishment“ for not being there for that first Saturday was having to be there at the fraternity house the next weekend doing all kinds of menial tasks for the brothers. That was the weekend I had expected to drive the car and boat home. All pledges were assigned a ”Big Brother“. Some were real bastards and looked at their pledge as their own personal servant and worse. I got lucky in that mine was pretty laid back and, because he had a girlfriend at a school within driving distance, spent most of his weekend time there. I did have a lot of ”chores“ to do for him on Saturday and had to put up with a lot of crap from the other brothers who were around the house while I was there. But, he gave me a reprieve for Sunday. Since Bob and I lived downtown it was a case of ”out of sight, out of mind“ when it came to the rest of the brothers. My Big Brother had given me the heads up not to come to the house on Sunday unless I wanted a lot more of the crap I’d had to go through on Saturday. Lying in bed that Sunday morning I hatched the idea of driving over to see Elle. I walked the two plus miles out to the farm and retrieved the keys from Mrs T., the farmers wife. I figured that there was no way the school authorities would know. I hoped that I would get to see the daughter but she was nowhere in sight. I can tell you that I was praying the whole way to Elle’s college that the car didn’t give me too big a problem... and it didn’t.

Trying to catch up with Elle at her sorority had proved to be difficult all week long as the house only had one phone and it was a pay phone, just like at the fraternity. Since she was a pledge she ranked lowest on the totem pole as far as phone use was concerned. I quickly learned that it was far cheaper to call person to person rather than have someone answer the phone and then, while someone was supposedly looking for Elle, hang the receiver up on me. When I did get though the sisters would only let the pledges talk for three minutes if any one of the sisters wanted to use the phone. Because of that I really didn’t know how Elle was doing. I didn’t bother to call to tell her I was coming figuring that I probably wouldn’t get though to her anyway.

To be continued...

AUGUST... The backside of Summer... (Part 26i)

As I said, I had to work Sunday morning. Labor day weekend was probably the busiest weekend of the year as far as pumping gas was concerned. Cliff, my boss, wasn’t all that happy about me leaving at noon but he’d agreed to it when I was hired. When I got home I only had a short time to visit with Elle and then get to the sailing club on time. I found her to be what I now know as depressed. She’d had the catheter removed and now found that her wetting was worse than before the operation. She’d talked with the doctors and they told her to have patience. I couldn’t add any more to it and felt bad that I couldn’t stay to keep her company.

I don’t have any memory of the races that day but I do remember I ended up third (again) in the season standings. The prizes were to be handed out that night at the sailing club and Elle was supposed to go with me but she was too afraid of what might happen if she did. Once I received my trophy I left and went back to see Elle. Time was running out on me as I only had that night and, hopefully, some time the next day before I was on my way to Ohio. She was scheduled to go back to college on Thursday and was fearful about how she’d be able to handle it in her present condition. I remember her sitting on the day bed couch on her front porch with a piece of plastic spread out under her and a bath towel on top of that. Her mother originally didn’t want me to come in and to see her like that but Elle went against her and I was allowed in. I felt really helpless because there was nothing I could do or say to help her. She understood that it was a really big thing for me to go race in the championships. I was going to be the youngest competitor and, more important than that was the fact that there were some really good sailors who had never even qualified for the championships and this might be my only chance. When I got up to leave she got up with me. (Her parents, thankfully, had gone to bed.) I remember giving her butt a squeeze when kissing her (like I usually did) and finding it very wet. After an initial start to a bulge I came back to the reality that the girl did have a serious problem. I promised I’d stop by the next day when I could and went on home.

Labor day was an incredibly busy day for pumping gas. Tony and his family left for their winter home first thing in the morning which meant it was basically Cliff, my boss, and I at the station. A lunch break was out of the question which meant another chance to be with Elle was eliminated. Even though I had to get my boat and trailer ready for the trip to Ohio the following morning I stayed and pumped gas until it was almost dark. When I finally got home I ran over to see Elle for a just a few minutes. She was feeling better but with her parents around I didn’t get too ”close” to her, if you know what I mean. My heart wasn’t into going home to pack up my things although I did. I pretty much knew I wouldn’t see Elle again until we were both back at college which made me sad.

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AUGUST... The backside of Summer... (Part 26h)

I didn’t know what to say but after a few seconds I bent down to pick up the clothes. Penny came over and squatted down to help. As she did she managed to pull her skirt up and as she sort of swiveled around gave me a “free show”. It was funny because I was holding the same thing she was wearing right there in my hands. I don’t remember exactly what she said but she made some comment about how funny it was to see a boy holding girls underwear. The temperature and my embarrassment went up immediately. I don’t know why she chose that moment to ask why Elle didn’t come but she did. Not really thinking, probably due to my acute embarrassment, I told her she was recuperating from an operation. That statement elicited great interest from Penny. She then told me she wanted to become a doctor and wanted to know just what kind of operation it was. I certainly didn’t know the name of the procedure so I kind of stumbled when I told her what it was supposed to fix. I honestly think Penny was intrigued with what I told her because she started asking me what Elle’s symptoms had been. I literally had my “foot in it“ at this point and started telling her about Elle’s wetting problems. She couldn’t believe that Elle had not only gone to High School that way but had completed a year of college as well. Then I got some juicy news as she told me about a couple of times she wet herself at school and the teasing she had to endure. As I listened I got the idea to ask about Pam. She laughed and told me I had to ask her myself. but the impression I got was that Pam had also suffered some number of the same type embarrassments. One of the things Penny asked was what Elle did about sleeping. I’d started so I couldn’t very well stop so I told her how she wore the heavy cotton Carter’s Spanky Pants with the sanitary pads. At this point I got the idea to ask about the panties that we’d, by now, picked up and put back in the basket. I certainly didn’t tell her that I’d been intrigued by them since the first time I’d seen the twins and their panties but I said that they would have been perfect for Elle. So I asked if she knew where they were purchased. I remember her giggling. She explained that her family had a lady that took care of most of their needs and that she (and Pam) had never gone shopping for underwear. Somewhere around then Pam reappeared and told Penny that they were both wanted downstairs since it was their party. I remember Pam putting her diary away as Penny and I started down the hall. On the way to the stairs we met Elise, the lady who she’d mentioned and who had brought the basket into the bedroom. She was carrying another small wicker basket and, as we passed, Penny stopped her and peered into the basket. Pulling out a pair of the very same type panties she then asked the lady where she’d purchased them. I remember the lady looking at me and then at Penny with this funny look on her face. Penny had to ask her again and I thought her answer would be that they came from a store in the city. I was wrong. It was a from a local department store. I'd heard of it but had never been there. I lived across the bay from where we and the store were located. I know my grandmother had shopped there as I'd seen boxes with name on it at her house. I was happy because at least I had a name to work with. We then continued on down to the party where I caught up with David.

He’d been drinking with some guys who knew some of his friends. I mingled around for a while and then decided that I wanted to head for home. I went to find the girls to say good by and found Penny first. It was obvious that she’d been imbibing as she was less than steady on her feet and she was much louder than usual. I walked up to her and before I knew it she had her arms around me and started kissing me. There were people around and I was embarrassed. I really didn’t know what to do. When she let me go she started telling everyone that I was the one that taught her how to race. That wasn’t true at all but in her condition, that’s what came out. I managed to "escape" and went looking for Pam but again ran into Penny. She pulled me over to one of the cement garden benches and pointed for me to sit down. I didn’t want to but I did anyway. She promptly sat in my lap and turned to kiss me. It was now very obvious that she was drunk and I really wanted to get away from her. I also didn’t want to hurt her or her feelings so I just sat there. I didn’t respond to her advances although it would have been easy to have taken advantage of her. I finally made the effort to stand up and when I did she slipped off my lap and into a heap on the ground. There wasn’t much light but it was easy to make out her panties. I did take advantage of that though. However, she caught me looking and, I guess in a snit, pulled the hem on the dress up and over her face. In that position I had almost a full view of her panties from waistband on down. I didn’t want to leave her that way so bent down and picked her up. She didn’t resist and I carried her in through the kitchen. Elise, the lady who looked after the girls was there and offered to take her from me. At that point I really did want to leave even if it meant not saying good bye to Pam. I found David and then my car and we headed for home.

Dave slept (or was passed out) most of the way. As I drove past the town where the twins caretaker lady said she’d purchased their panties I started thinking about how and when I could get back there to check them out. But I couldn’t come up with anything. The next day was Sunday and not only was the store going to be closed (this was the 50’s) but I was working in the morning and racing my sailboat in the afternoon. The day following was Labor Day, a holiday with just about everything closed. I was leaving for Ohio to race in the National sailing championships on the day after that. From there I was going straight back to college. Even though I was happy to now know where to look for the panties I was disappointed that I couldn’t get to go check them out.

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AUGUST...The backside of Summer... (Part 26g)

I was up in time to give her a hug and a peck on the cheek before she and her mother left. I still had to limit my physical actions when her mother was around. As they pulled out of the drive I was told by her mother that it wouldn’t be worth my while to come in and visit and Elle would be “in recovery”. I had told Elle that I would and when she heard her mother’s words I could see the disappointment on her face. I did get her mother to promise to call my mother to let her know how it went.

Because of the motor problems with the racecar we hadn’t raced it in a while. That Wednesday night was the last Wednesday show for the Summer and there was a special show because of it. We decided to try one more time. Before we left for the track my mother called to say Elle was OK and would be home the next afternoon. Even though I knew she’d be in a period of recovery I couldn’t wait to see her.

The results at the races were more of the same old stuff... motor problems. It was frustrating to say the least. The guys who worked on the motor were at their wits end. Back at the station we decided to call it a year even though there were still more scheduled races. That meant I would be free Saturday night. I’d received a formal invitation to Pam and Penny’s (the sailing twins) party but originally wasn’t going to attend. Elle was also invited as well as David, the fellow who had loaned the girls the part they needed at the last big regatta. With the decision not to race I began to give the invitation some serious thought. Even though I was dating Elle, it was flattering to be pursued by two other girls.

Elle arrived home not feeling well at all. She’d had a reaction to the anesthesia and was still lethargic on Friday. She was also required to have a catheter which was very uncomfortable. So, when Saturday arrived she told me she wasn’t going to the party. I’m not sure what my reaction was. In hindsight I would probably say I was relieved as Elle had indicated some jealousy towards the girls before she met them and their parents. In any case it was just David and me that headed for the party.

I knew that the family was rich from just observing the parents and seeing some of their things. However, I had no idea just how rich they were. We had the address and some limited directions to follow and, as we went down the road to their house I thought there was some mistake. On both sides of the road were these very large estates. (Remember, this was in the late 50’s) We arrived at the street number and there were these two large brick columns with an iron gate attached to each. At the end of the drive was this large house with colonnades in front. We were guided as to where to park and I remember feeling I was way out of place. The party was out in back of the house and in a formal garden. I could see a pool and pool house as well as a tennis court. I was able to recognize some of the people who were there as being part of the sailing community. As I remember it there were probably two to one young people as opposed to adults. I think it was Penny who saw us first and she came running up and gave me (not David) a big hug. I didn’t know how to react. Pam followed a minute or so later. They were wearing the same summer dress but one had a yellow ribbon as a belt and the other a pale green one. They had matching bows around their pony tails as well. We had to go through the obligatory welcoming and met the parents once again. (As an aside: The father was the President of General Tire, a major tire maker at the time)

The girls led us around to the food and drink (and there was plenty of that) and then we intermingled with some of the people who’s faces we recognized. Somewhere along the line I lost track of David and soon after I did I was “attacked” by (I think) Pam. She asked if I wanted to see the inside of the house. I said I did and she took me in through the kitchen. It was huge and there were quite a few people in there making up food trays for the party. I’d been in the kitchen of a few restaurants and this kitchen was equally as large. I got to see all the rooms that were downstairs and remember thinking that this was only a Summer home to them. I was amazed. Even in my wildest dreams I don’t think I would have believed that I got to go upstairs. The master bedroom was almost as big as the living room in my house and I knew that ours was much larger than most. There was a bathroom in there just for her parents as well as a closet that was bigger than the room my brother and I shared. I’d never seen anything like that before. As we walked down the hall we went past four large bedrooms, two on each side, with a full bathroom between each. There were doors from each bedroom going into the bathrooms so you didn’t have to go out in the hallway. I was very impressed. At the other end of the hall was the bedroom the twins shared. Pam told me that when the house was being designed they were asked if they each wanted their own room and they said no to the idea. They wanted to be together.

As I walked in I saw two canopy beds, one on each side of the room. Each side was a mirror of the other. They each had their own full set of furniture including a soft, comfortable chair. Each had their own closet. They weren’t anywhere near as big as the closet the parents had but they were still impressive. While Pam was in the process of showing me her side of the room this lady, in a uniform, knocked at the door (which was open). She was holding a small wicker basket under her arm. Pam told her to come in and told her to put the basket on the end of her bed. After she left Pam went looking for an entry in her diary that she wanted me to see. It was for when she saw me for the first time. When she told me this I remember getting all flushed. She was having a hard time finding it so she retreated to her bed and sat as she flipped the pages. I followed and sat next to her. As I sat down I glanced into the basket and, right on top and not folded, were cotton panties. They had the same unique waistband that I seen both the girls wearing. Oh how I wanted to just reach over and pick a pair up. Actually, I wanted ask where they were purchased. But I knew that neither was a possibility. Pam finally found the date and the entry she was looking for. All I can say I was embarrassed as I read it. Pam was holding the book and leaning towards me so I could see it. All of a sudden we heard a very loud “Ah Ha!”. It scared both of us. When I turned towards the door I somehow managed to knock the basket onto the floor. It wasn’t intentional. (Really!) The sounds had come from Penny who’d been looking for Pam. Both Pam and I stood up and looked at Penny. We probably looked guilty of something even though we’d done nothing wrong. She said her parents wanted to see her right away. Pam left immediately with Penny standing in to doorway and me standing by the side of the bed with a pile of clean underwear around my feet. It would have made for an interesting picture.

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AUGUST...The backside of Summer... (Part 26f)

By the time were got there the wind had picked up substantially and was blowing directly on shore. That meant waves which meant there was no way to get ashore without getting wet. We dropped anchor and then the sails. I remember the tide was out so I anchored as close to shore as possible so that when it was time to go home it wouldn’t be that hard to get back to the boat. I’d selected a spot where the beach appeared to be uninhabited. After struggling ashore with our things we walked up the beach to find a sheltered spot to get out of the wind. Elle had jumped overboard in water up to her waist. She was still in just her panties and hadn’t said anything about it. That made me happy, for sure. I would’ve been happier if the panties had been nylon as they would’ve gone transparent. But I was happy to have what I had. We were able to get our beach towels ashore without getting wet and spread them out on the sand. I don’t know what time it was but we were both hungry. I remember sitting across from her with her sitting in the yoga style. I also remember my fully engorged penis lying along my inner thigh and me trying to keep it from sticking out from the leg opening of my shorts. I honestly had a hard time swallowing my food as I just stared at her crotch.

When we finished I had her come over to me and to lie on top of me. Her panties were still damp and I remember pressing them into her butt cheeks. The next step was to roll her off so we were lying side to side. I remember her asking where “he” was. Whenever we’d been in that position “he” was always between her legs. I could only take it to mean that she wanted “him” there. I’m not sure just how I managed it but I did get rearranged and got to the desired position. It took a little “doing” but I eventually convinced her to undo her bra. With some clumsy maneuvering I was able to get one hand up to one of her nipples. It didn’t take long for her to start to “warm up”. With one hand on a breast and the other rubbing her panties she was getting “really warm”. When I went inside the panties it took her over the top. The problem was... we were in broad daylight and in an area that neither of us was familiar with. When that registered with her, the whole situation came to an end. It was fun while it lasted though.

I, hoping to allay her fears about anyone being around, suggested that we go for a walk. With only her panties covering her bottom, she was reluctant. I convinced her that if we walked along the water’s edge we could just run in and squat if we saw anyone. She agreed and we headed off. We walked for about 15 minutes without seeing any signs of life. On our way back I was hoping that would be enough for her to let me go back to where we’d been just a little earlier. She’d stop from time to time to pick up a shell or two and on this one time I caught her peeing. I told her I was disappointed that she didn’t tell me but she pleaded innocence saying that it had just started on it’s own. I did get my hand between her legs for the last little bit. I was surprised at just how warm it was.

Once back at our picnic spot I was starting to get concerned about the wind. It was still coming out of the North and seemed to be picking up. If the wind didn’t switch to the South it was going to be a long and hard trip back. The wind was coming from the exact direction we need to go to get home and sailboats can only sail at a partial angle to the wind’s direction. As much as I wanted to get back to where Elle and I had been right after lunch I quickly became more concerned with getting us home. Without explaining the situation in detail to Elle we began picking up and loading our things back into the boat. The water was now up to Elle’s shoulders and the waves were bouncing us around. I took advantage of it and grabbed her and gave her a big hug and kiss. From that point on it was work.

There was no need to abuse the boat and ourselves, especially Elle, so I sailed in a 45 degree angle to the wind. It meant we had further to go but it would be a lot easier. Poor Elle took the brunt of every wave that splashed up. By the time we finally reached our side of the bay we were still a long way from the sailing club. It was a lot easier sailing close to the shore on this side of the bay because the waves weren't a big. However, Elle was so cold she was shaking. I knew we could put into the creek where Wendy (from earlier blogs) lived so we headed there. Once at the dock Elle ran up to the house. I secured the boat and then followed on up to the house. Wendy’s mother was the only one home and had taken Elle to get a warm shower. I waited at the door for a while until she appeared. When she did I called my father to come pick us up. I declined taking a shower and getting dry clothes as I knew Wendys’ father’s clothes were way too big for me. When Elle appeared she had on a cute playsuit. It turned out to belong to Susan, the oldest daughter. I was surprised as she was the biggest of the three girls and thought Elle might be given some of Wendy’s clothes since they were about the same size. I have to admit though, that one of my first thoughts was just what kind of panties she might have on.

By the time we got home we were both late for supper and I barely had time to shower, change clothes and get to work. When I got home I found that Elle had gone to bed. Not the perfect ending to the day.

Even though I had time off the next afternoon I didn’t spend it with Elle. She had invited a few of her college friends to spend the day and other than stopping by to say “Hi” I had to wait until I was off work to be alone with her. Even though I cheated and closed a bit early, my time alone with her was limited as her mother told her she had to be in bed early. The hospital where the operation was to take place was two hours away so they had to leave around 6am. I remember telling her that whatever discomfort she might be in from the operation it would be worth it. I also remember thinking selfishly that I hoped it wouldn’t end my “pee fun” with her.

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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.

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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.

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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!

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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...

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.

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...