INTO THE "HEAT" OF SUMMER... (Part 25g)
Elle did go back to work on Wednesday but Tony was still out. I tried to persuade Elle to go to the races that night but she said she was really tired. I, again, helped Cliffy in the pits. I can’t say I was surprised to see Marissa with his sister Julie after the races were over. What did surprise me was how they acted. Maybe it was because Elle wouldn’t allow me to be overly affectionate in public but knowing that Cliffy hadn’t known she even existed until the previous weekend their actions were a bit of a shock. When we stopped for soft ice cream on the way home I saw Cliffy holding Marissa tight to his body by holding on to her butt cheeks. I tried to think back to how long Elle and I had been going together before we ever did that but couldn’t. All I knew was that it was a fairly long time. In a way I was jealous.
I think it was Friday when Elle and her mother met with Carol’s parents. I was still struggling by myself at work so that was my primary focus. Elle was back working but going to bed early so my time with her was limited. In writing this I’m shaking my head in that we actually saw more of each other in an intimate way while at college. Here she was, right across the street and I could hardly get to see her. In any case, I’d asked her to call me with the information on how the meeting went. When I hadn’t heard from her by late afternoon I called her. I could tell from the sound of her voice that something was wrong. Long story short... The meeting went well including the expenses side of the discussion. But the proceedure did require a stay in the hospital. That was her hangup. The recovery time was fairly quick but after it was decided to go ahead with it, they decided to do it the week before Elle headed back to school. That way she could work full time right up through Labor Day. Her hours were going to be cut anyway as soon as Labor Day passed. That whole scenario seemed OK with me as well. But I knew my job was now to get Elle prepared and to help her overcome whatever fear it was she had of the hospital.
Sunday night was the first ”normal“ night for both Elle and I in quite a while. We ended up going to the movies and afterwards went to the ”Point“ afterwards. I’ve told about going there in a previous post. It wasn’t one of our favorite places but the heat and humidity made any place not right on the bay miserable and the "Point" usually provided a breeze . After leaving the car we walked about a quarter mile and put down a beach towel. Most of the people who went to the ”Point” would actually walk the mile it took to get to the actual point of land. It was hard to walk in the sand so they would walk up along the dunes or along the water’s edge. Nobody walked down the middle so that’s the spot I chose. I was ready to go swimming I was so hot. I got daring and stripped down to just my underpants hoping Elle would take the hint but she didn’t. I did get her to take off her skirt and to unbutton her blouse but she kept the skirt sort of wrapped around her in a way that I couldn’t really see anything. I know I walked down to the water and waded in up to my knees. When I got back to Elle I sat down next to her. I’ll admit that I was still, selfishly, thinking about what it would be like when Elle didn’t have to worry about “accidents” as much. I loved touching her in wet panties and had even convinced her that my “playing” with her “privates” was enhanced when she was moist down there. I was hung up on the potential that she’d no longer be willing to do that once the procedure took place. As important as it was to me I just couldn’t bring myself to broach the subject with her. Hence, it was pretty quiet as we sat there in the darkness. Thankfully, there was a slight breeze which made the heat somewhat tolerable.
It was Elle who broke the silence by saying she was tired and that we should head for home. I’m almost positive that she didn’t pee while we were there. If she did she did it without moving. But, once home we took a quick walk out to the front of my house to look at the water again. By then there was no air moving at all. While standing there, hand in hand, she suddenly made a “dip” and crossed her legs. I knew immediately what that was all about. Within seconds she spread her legs and I could hear the sound of liquid on liquid. She never let go of my hand and for about 10 seconds or so I listened to the muffled sound of splashing. Finally she took a giant step forward, dragging me with her. The first thing she said was “Sorry”. Without thinking, I responded by say something along the lines of “In another month that won’t happen” and then added “that should make you happy”. As soon as I said it I wanted to kick myself.
To be continued...
Monday, July 30, 2007
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
INTO THE "HEAT" OF SUMMER... (Part 25f)
Sunday morning Cliffy’s mother let us sleep late. If Julie had wet her bed again it was too late for me to see any evidence of it so I had to content myself with having a pair of her panties. I had sailboat races that afternoon so had to go home to get my sailing gear. It also meant connecting with not only my relatives but also the kids who my mother had taken in. At that stage in my life I was not very good in those situations. My mother’s cousin, Ann, made a big thing of me being ”almost a man” now and embarrassing me in front of the two girls and their brother. I couldn’t wait to escape. I had to go to my room to get my sailing clothes first and, at the top of the stairs, couldn’t help but peek into the “guest“ room where the girls were staying. This was the first time I’d been home long enough to even think about taking a peek at their panties. There were two small suitcases on the floor and both were open. Right next to them were small piles of clothes and on top of one was a pair of pink nylon panties. I went back to the head of the stairs to make sure everyone was still outside and then went back and picked them up. The thing that made them different than any I’d seen before was that there was the word ”Tuesday“ embroidered onto the front. I distinctly remember wondering why it read Tuesday when the previous day had been Saturday. I looked inside for a label but there was no name on it. It just read ”Nylon“. I then switched over to the other pile and found a pair of white panties. The first thing I noticed was a slight discoloration in the crotch. Nothing like with Elle’s panties but still noticeable. I’m guessing but I probably thought I heard someone downstairs because I don’t remember seeing or holding any more panties.
When the sailing races were over I had to go home and eat with the relatives. When I’d left earlier I didn’t realize that the kids who’d been staying with us were going home. If I’d known that I probably would’ve taken more time ”exploring“ their suitcases. But, with them gone it meant I could sleep in my own bed. I still had to back to Cliffy’s to get my things which included Julies panties. There was also one VERY important thing I had to do and that was to go see Elle. My mother gave me strict orders to be back from Elle’s quickly. When I got to her house she’d just finished eating and was on her way out the door. She still looked ”washed out“ but when she saw me she brightened right up. That made me feel good. In spite of her parents being right inside she came right up to me and gave me a big hug. That in itself was a shock. She took my hand and sort of pulled me towards the back yard. I sort of knew she had something important to tell me but I had no idea what it was.
When she woke up that day she was still bleeding quite heavily. Her mother decided to call the doctor and inspite of it being a Sunday he had come to the house. (You have to remember that this took place in the mid 50’s when it was still commonplace for doctors to make house calls.) Without going into the details he basically prescribed some medications and treated her for anemia. BUT... and this was what Elle wanted to tell me... after speaking with Elle privately, he told her mother that she really needed to address Elle’s wetting problem. Elle, who had talked with him in connection with her meeting with Carol’s parents, had pleaded with him to broach the subject with her mother. Surprisingly, her mother didn’t offer much in the way of resistance and even asked how she should go about it. He, in turn, mentioned Carol’s parents. Elle had believed all along that her parents didn’t have hospitalization but found out that they had to get it as a requirement for her to attend college so that was one thing that had been removed as a barrier. The next was in having her parents (mother) meet Carol’s parents and right before supper they had talked on the phone. So, in spite of still feeling badly, she was quite excited about the possibility of what was going to happen.
I was inwardly happy for her but selfishly was worried about how the ”new“ Elle would respond to some of the wet foreplay that we’d used in the past. At the moment though, I had a more pressing matter. I found myself in the ”dog house“ because I’d been over at Elle’s for over an hour and dinner had not only been served but had also been eaten. My mother was really upset and I got read out right in front of her cousins. I found myself grounded, at least for the night. That meant I couldn’t go get my things from Cliffy’s house and that also meant that I wouldn’t be able to inspect Julie's panties until the next day (I hoped).
It turned out to be a tough week for me at work. Tony had sprained his ankle playing baseball and couldn’t work. That meant it was pretty much up to me to handle the whole process at work. That pretty much meant working 12 hours straight and no time to see Elle or to go to Cliffy’s to get my things. When I finally got off I headed right for Cliffy’s. I made sure the panties were still in my bag and they were. I was worried that his mother just might go snooping. I begged off helping Cliffy on the car and headed for home. My first stop was my bedroom. I wanted to inspect Julie's panties. The first thing I looked for was the label. It read ”Nazareth“. I’d never seen or heard of that brand. What really caught my attention was that they were even heavier than the Carter’s Spanky pants that Elle wore in her ”package“. There really wasn’t enough light to get a good look at the crotch but with what little I did have I could see some discoloration. By then I was really wanting to find out just where they could be bought. After carefully hiding them in my closet I grabbed a bite to eat and headed for Elle’s. I could see a light on in her room and that didn’t bode well for me to get to see her. But luck was with me in that her parents were still up and, after pleading my ”case’, her mother went up and got her.
It was very warm out so, in spite of gnats, we chose to sit outside. I remember wishing that there had still been more daylight because Elle’s nightie was very sheer and, as we walked around to the back yard, I got an occasional glimpse of a panty line. The dew had started to form on the grass so I remember sitting on the back stoop. Elle was feeling much better and the flow had slowed down considerably. I remember her saying she was going back to work on Wednesday. I was hoping that Tony’s ankle would be better by then so I’d at least get to see her during lunch break. The ‘Big News“ was that her mother had called Carol’s parents and they were meeting later that week. I didn’t think of it at the time but in thinking about it later it didn’t seem that Elle was anywhere near as excited about it as she’d previously been. In any case, it was a pretty tame evening as Elle was content to just sit on the step below me and snuggle in between my legs.
To be continued...
Sunday morning Cliffy’s mother let us sleep late. If Julie had wet her bed again it was too late for me to see any evidence of it so I had to content myself with having a pair of her panties. I had sailboat races that afternoon so had to go home to get my sailing gear. It also meant connecting with not only my relatives but also the kids who my mother had taken in. At that stage in my life I was not very good in those situations. My mother’s cousin, Ann, made a big thing of me being ”almost a man” now and embarrassing me in front of the two girls and their brother. I couldn’t wait to escape. I had to go to my room to get my sailing clothes first and, at the top of the stairs, couldn’t help but peek into the “guest“ room where the girls were staying. This was the first time I’d been home long enough to even think about taking a peek at their panties. There were two small suitcases on the floor and both were open. Right next to them were small piles of clothes and on top of one was a pair of pink nylon panties. I went back to the head of the stairs to make sure everyone was still outside and then went back and picked them up. The thing that made them different than any I’d seen before was that there was the word ”Tuesday“ embroidered onto the front. I distinctly remember wondering why it read Tuesday when the previous day had been Saturday. I looked inside for a label but there was no name on it. It just read ”Nylon“. I then switched over to the other pile and found a pair of white panties. The first thing I noticed was a slight discoloration in the crotch. Nothing like with Elle’s panties but still noticeable. I’m guessing but I probably thought I heard someone downstairs because I don’t remember seeing or holding any more panties.
When the sailing races were over I had to go home and eat with the relatives. When I’d left earlier I didn’t realize that the kids who’d been staying with us were going home. If I’d known that I probably would’ve taken more time ”exploring“ their suitcases. But, with them gone it meant I could sleep in my own bed. I still had to back to Cliffy’s to get my things which included Julies panties. There was also one VERY important thing I had to do and that was to go see Elle. My mother gave me strict orders to be back from Elle’s quickly. When I got to her house she’d just finished eating and was on her way out the door. She still looked ”washed out“ but when she saw me she brightened right up. That made me feel good. In spite of her parents being right inside she came right up to me and gave me a big hug. That in itself was a shock. She took my hand and sort of pulled me towards the back yard. I sort of knew she had something important to tell me but I had no idea what it was.
When she woke up that day she was still bleeding quite heavily. Her mother decided to call the doctor and inspite of it being a Sunday he had come to the house. (You have to remember that this took place in the mid 50’s when it was still commonplace for doctors to make house calls.) Without going into the details he basically prescribed some medications and treated her for anemia. BUT... and this was what Elle wanted to tell me... after speaking with Elle privately, he told her mother that she really needed to address Elle’s wetting problem. Elle, who had talked with him in connection with her meeting with Carol’s parents, had pleaded with him to broach the subject with her mother. Surprisingly, her mother didn’t offer much in the way of resistance and even asked how she should go about it. He, in turn, mentioned Carol’s parents. Elle had believed all along that her parents didn’t have hospitalization but found out that they had to get it as a requirement for her to attend college so that was one thing that had been removed as a barrier. The next was in having her parents (mother) meet Carol’s parents and right before supper they had talked on the phone. So, in spite of still feeling badly, she was quite excited about the possibility of what was going to happen.
I was inwardly happy for her but selfishly was worried about how the ”new“ Elle would respond to some of the wet foreplay that we’d used in the past. At the moment though, I had a more pressing matter. I found myself in the ”dog house“ because I’d been over at Elle’s for over an hour and dinner had not only been served but had also been eaten. My mother was really upset and I got read out right in front of her cousins. I found myself grounded, at least for the night. That meant I couldn’t go get my things from Cliffy’s house and that also meant that I wouldn’t be able to inspect Julie's panties until the next day (I hoped).
It turned out to be a tough week for me at work. Tony had sprained his ankle playing baseball and couldn’t work. That meant it was pretty much up to me to handle the whole process at work. That pretty much meant working 12 hours straight and no time to see Elle or to go to Cliffy’s to get my things. When I finally got off I headed right for Cliffy’s. I made sure the panties were still in my bag and they were. I was worried that his mother just might go snooping. I begged off helping Cliffy on the car and headed for home. My first stop was my bedroom. I wanted to inspect Julie's panties. The first thing I looked for was the label. It read ”Nazareth“. I’d never seen or heard of that brand. What really caught my attention was that they were even heavier than the Carter’s Spanky pants that Elle wore in her ”package“. There really wasn’t enough light to get a good look at the crotch but with what little I did have I could see some discoloration. By then I was really wanting to find out just where they could be bought. After carefully hiding them in my closet I grabbed a bite to eat and headed for Elle’s. I could see a light on in her room and that didn’t bode well for me to get to see her. But luck was with me in that her parents were still up and, after pleading my ”case’, her mother went up and got her.
It was very warm out so, in spite of gnats, we chose to sit outside. I remember wishing that there had still been more daylight because Elle’s nightie was very sheer and, as we walked around to the back yard, I got an occasional glimpse of a panty line. The dew had started to form on the grass so I remember sitting on the back stoop. Elle was feeling much better and the flow had slowed down considerably. I remember her saying she was going back to work on Wednesday. I was hoping that Tony’s ankle would be better by then so I’d at least get to see her during lunch break. The ‘Big News“ was that her mother had called Carol’s parents and they were meeting later that week. I didn’t think of it at the time but in thinking about it later it didn’t seem that Elle was anywhere near as excited about it as she’d previously been. In any case, it was a pretty tame evening as Elle was content to just sit on the step below me and snuggle in between my legs.
To be continued...
Friday, July 20, 2007
INTO THE "HEAT" OF SUMMER... (Part 25e)
Cliffy, being the oldest, had always had the biggest bedroom and, after his younger brother was born, shared it with him. At some point in time the younger brother was given his own, smaller room. Julie, his sister, had always had her own room. However, after Cliffy left for the Navy she moved into his room. Since that room was the only one with two beds, Cliffy’s mother moved Julie back into her original room. This was all explained by Cliffy when we came upstairs to go to sleep. I didn’t care. All I wanted was a place to lay down.
I had to go be at work by 8am. Waking up was not a problem for Cliffy as his body was still on Navy time. He woke me up and headed for the shower. I lay in bed with half an eye open, putting off the inevitable. Then I saw a body come through the door and head for the big dresser. I knew it wasn’t cliffy because he was over 6 feet tall. I opened both eyes and saw it was Julie. She had long blonde hair that fell halfway halfway to her waist. As I started to raise myself up I noticed that there was a definite discoloration in her nightie. From about where her hair fell on her back to the hem it was darker. It took me a few seconds to recognize that it was wet. In fact, where the material touched her butt it was almost transparent and I could clearly see her panties. I immediately lay back down but didn’t take my eyes off her. She retrieved some clothes from the dresser and tip toed out the door. I couldn’t believe it. I’d known Cliffy for a long time and had stayed over any number of times and had no idea that Julie had ever wet her bed... but she sure had that night. I’ll admit that with that knowledge I took a different interest in Juile. My big regret was that I didn’t get a chance to peek into the dresser... but I had “plans”.
Normally, when my own car was racing, I’d finish my shift with the car wash at 2pm and then go about the final preparations for the car. I had to ask Cliff (my boss) if I could still finish up at the same time so I could go help Cliffy. Reluctantly, he said “yes“. When I pulled into Cliffy’s yard the first thing I looked at was the clothes line hoping to see the evidence of Julie’s wetting but was disappointed as Saturday was the normal washday for his mother. I tried to find a way to get at least a peek of panties on the line but they were mixed in with all the other underpants so it was a waste of time. But I did make a mental note to check the line anytime I was there during the day in the future.
On top of everything else that was going on that weekend, Fred, my boarding school friend was coming out to see me along with his girlfriend, Liz. He’d gotten a Summer job with his father’s company but it required him to work three out of four weekends. This was his first free weekend and he’d been hoping to see my car race. As usual for Fred, he was staying at his girlfriend’s family Summer home so had to go and ”be nice“ before tracking me down. When he did I could see that Liz was less than excited about going to the races. I remember her sitting in the car, her back against the passenger door and pulling her legs up under her chin, more or less in resignation of the fact. Fred made no effort to placate her so after a while I went over just to make conversation. If you remember from my description of her in earlier chapters, she dressed in what could easily be called ‘frumpy” clothes, meaning they were loose fitting and showed no body shape at all. Sitting as she was, and with me looking in the drivers door window, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I’m still not sure how she didn’t notice me staring at her crotch. The loose fitting shorts, especially around the legs, gave me a nice, wide ‘free show“. I’d never seen much of anything before this so that’s why I was so shocked. I’m sure she didn’t realize just waht was showing. Remembering from the Summer before when she’d loaned Elle some clothes. I pretty much knew what kind they were (Lollypop band leg cotton) but still enjoyed the view.
When I told her Elle wasn’t going that night she informed Fred that she wasn’t either. I got the immediate impression that he was sort of glad. At the races, Cliffy held his own... nothing really good or bad. The other car that his father owned won the main event so everyone that was with the two cars was excited. We celebrated by stopping for soft ice cream on the way home. Julie, his sister, had brought a classmate friend with her. Marissa wasn’t anything special to look at but seemed like a ”fun“ person. By the time we left for home, she and Cliffy were talking up a storm. After putting the cars into the shop Cliffy and I headed for bed. Julie’s room light was off as we walked past but it got my mind working again. We both wanted to take showers so I suggested that Cliffy go first. The bathroom was right next door so when I heard the water running I went to the dresser where Julie had been that morning. I gently pulled open the drawer that i’d seen her in and saw something that I hardy expected to see. There was a pile of cotton panties right there in front but what made me excited was that they had the same waistband that the panties I’d seen the twins, Penny and Pam, wearing at the sailing event. I quickly grabbed one and closed the drawer. Without taking the time to inspect them I stuffed then into my bag. As I sat down on the bed I could feel my heart beating and I also realized that I had a soft ”bulge“ in my pants.
I had a lot of thoughts that night as I tried to go to sleep. I think the main one was that there had to be a source for these panties somewhat local. Even though the twins lived near the city, they still spent three months in our area and Julie, as far as I knew, never went anywhere near the city. I pretty much convinced myself that there had to be a place where I could buy them locally... but how was I to find that place.
To be continued...
Cliffy, being the oldest, had always had the biggest bedroom and, after his younger brother was born, shared it with him. At some point in time the younger brother was given his own, smaller room. Julie, his sister, had always had her own room. However, after Cliffy left for the Navy she moved into his room. Since that room was the only one with two beds, Cliffy’s mother moved Julie back into her original room. This was all explained by Cliffy when we came upstairs to go to sleep. I didn’t care. All I wanted was a place to lay down.
I had to go be at work by 8am. Waking up was not a problem for Cliffy as his body was still on Navy time. He woke me up and headed for the shower. I lay in bed with half an eye open, putting off the inevitable. Then I saw a body come through the door and head for the big dresser. I knew it wasn’t cliffy because he was over 6 feet tall. I opened both eyes and saw it was Julie. She had long blonde hair that fell halfway halfway to her waist. As I started to raise myself up I noticed that there was a definite discoloration in her nightie. From about where her hair fell on her back to the hem it was darker. It took me a few seconds to recognize that it was wet. In fact, where the material touched her butt it was almost transparent and I could clearly see her panties. I immediately lay back down but didn’t take my eyes off her. She retrieved some clothes from the dresser and tip toed out the door. I couldn’t believe it. I’d known Cliffy for a long time and had stayed over any number of times and had no idea that Julie had ever wet her bed... but she sure had that night. I’ll admit that with that knowledge I took a different interest in Juile. My big regret was that I didn’t get a chance to peek into the dresser... but I had “plans”.
Normally, when my own car was racing, I’d finish my shift with the car wash at 2pm and then go about the final preparations for the car. I had to ask Cliff (my boss) if I could still finish up at the same time so I could go help Cliffy. Reluctantly, he said “yes“. When I pulled into Cliffy’s yard the first thing I looked at was the clothes line hoping to see the evidence of Julie’s wetting but was disappointed as Saturday was the normal washday for his mother. I tried to find a way to get at least a peek of panties on the line but they were mixed in with all the other underpants so it was a waste of time. But I did make a mental note to check the line anytime I was there during the day in the future.
On top of everything else that was going on that weekend, Fred, my boarding school friend was coming out to see me along with his girlfriend, Liz. He’d gotten a Summer job with his father’s company but it required him to work three out of four weekends. This was his first free weekend and he’d been hoping to see my car race. As usual for Fred, he was staying at his girlfriend’s family Summer home so had to go and ”be nice“ before tracking me down. When he did I could see that Liz was less than excited about going to the races. I remember her sitting in the car, her back against the passenger door and pulling her legs up under her chin, more or less in resignation of the fact. Fred made no effort to placate her so after a while I went over just to make conversation. If you remember from my description of her in earlier chapters, she dressed in what could easily be called ‘frumpy” clothes, meaning they were loose fitting and showed no body shape at all. Sitting as she was, and with me looking in the drivers door window, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I’m still not sure how she didn’t notice me staring at her crotch. The loose fitting shorts, especially around the legs, gave me a nice, wide ‘free show“. I’d never seen much of anything before this so that’s why I was so shocked. I’m sure she didn’t realize just waht was showing. Remembering from the Summer before when she’d loaned Elle some clothes. I pretty much knew what kind they were (Lollypop band leg cotton) but still enjoyed the view.
When I told her Elle wasn’t going that night she informed Fred that she wasn’t either. I got the immediate impression that he was sort of glad. At the races, Cliffy held his own... nothing really good or bad. The other car that his father owned won the main event so everyone that was with the two cars was excited. We celebrated by stopping for soft ice cream on the way home. Julie, his sister, had brought a classmate friend with her. Marissa wasn’t anything special to look at but seemed like a ”fun“ person. By the time we left for home, she and Cliffy were talking up a storm. After putting the cars into the shop Cliffy and I headed for bed. Julie’s room light was off as we walked past but it got my mind working again. We both wanted to take showers so I suggested that Cliffy go first. The bathroom was right next door so when I heard the water running I went to the dresser where Julie had been that morning. I gently pulled open the drawer that i’d seen her in and saw something that I hardy expected to see. There was a pile of cotton panties right there in front but what made me excited was that they had the same waistband that the panties I’d seen the twins, Penny and Pam, wearing at the sailing event. I quickly grabbed one and closed the drawer. Without taking the time to inspect them I stuffed then into my bag. As I sat down on the bed I could feel my heart beating and I also realized that I had a soft ”bulge“ in my pants.
I had a lot of thoughts that night as I tried to go to sleep. I think the main one was that there had to be a source for these panties somewhat local. Even though the twins lived near the city, they still spent three months in our area and Julie, as far as I knew, never went anywhere near the city. I pretty much convinced myself that there had to be a place where I could buy them locally... but how was I to find that place.
To be continued...
Monday, July 16, 2007
INTO THE "HEAT" OF SUMMER... (Part 25d)
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Note: The next few days became very much disjointed as far as creating a time line goes. I can remember pretty much everything that transpired but not the specific order. I’m going to list the events and try to put them into a sequence. I apologize in advance if it all tends to get a little confusing.
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I’m pretty sure I had the opening shift at the gas station because I remember being surprised that Elle wasn’t at work when I took my lunch break, downtown. I made a quick trip home and when i got to her house her mother was just leaving to take the rest of her shift. She told me that it was “that time of the month” for Elle and she didn’t feel all that well. She was, in fact, telling me to leave. I managed to find the time to call later that afternoon and was told that she hoped to feel better the next day. That pretty much told me that she wasn’t interested in seeing me that night. That worked well for me because it allowed me to go help my friend Cliffy get his reacecar ready for Saturday night and his very first race.
I remember that we worked well into the early morning. I knew that two of my mother’s cousins were coming to spend the weekend but, because I hadn’t seen much of my mother over the past few days, didn’t know when they were arriving. When I got to the top of the stairs I saw that the “guest” room door was closed. But, when I walked into my room there was someone in my brother’s bed. (I realize that I haven’t mentioned him in quite a while. He managed to “flunk out” of the boarding school that I had graduated from . My parents found another that was willing to take him under the condition that he, again, attend Summer school.) I didn’t want to turn on the light to find out just who it was but assumed it was Fil, my mother’s male cousin. I was too tired to really care. When the alarm went off I was surprised to see that it wasn’t. It was the son of a friend of the family that I knew on an offhand basis.
(One of my father’s best childhood friends had joined the Navy during the 2nd World War and had stayed in after it was over. Raised on a farm, he had no desire to come home and become a farmer which is what his father had wanted. By staying in the service he had an excuse not to. But, when his father died he left the farm to the son. By the time he returned home he and his wife had three children, two girls and a boy. He sold his father’s farm as soon as he could and purchased a rundown old bar/restaurant with the idea of fixing it up. He. himself, had been a cook while in the Navy and his wife had some restaurant experience. When they returned my parents renewed thier friendship and when the restaurant opened opened, big supporters. I, because I was away at school, didn’t really get to know the kids even though one of the girls had graduated with Elle and Cliffy. In any case, sometime during the previous afternoon, their house caught fire and the mother, working in the kitchen, had been seriously burned. The father and kids went to the hospital to be with her and at some time my parents were called and told of the situation. My mother, always the benevolent one, offered to take the kids home for the night. It was the boy who I found in my room and it was the girls who were in the “guest” room.)
I, as usual, was running late and, in spite of my curiosity, chose not to wake him to find out why he was there. I got a good idea soon after arriving at work. Almost everybody was talking about “the fire”. One thing about a small town is that news travels fast. I waited to call my mother to make sure she was up and when I did I got the “scoop”.
I honestly don’t think I thought much about my second cousins who would be arriving on the evening train and where they would sleep. However, my mother did. Knowing that I was helping Cliffy work on his racecar at his house, my mother called his mother to ask if I could spend the next few nights with them. Of course she said “yes”. I didn’t find out about it until I went home for supper. I pulled in the driveway and was headed for Elle’s house to find out how she was feeling. I heard my mother calling and went back to be told of the arrangement. I was surprised because I could’ve slept on a sofa. I didn’t argue (I knew better!) but after eating I collected some clean clothes and then headed for Elle’s.
She didn’t look well ay all and she told me that if she didn’t feel better by the next day that her mother would call the doctor. Knowing her mother’s feelings about doctors I kind of got the feeling that it might be something serious. I went back to work and finished up and headed for Cliffy’s.
To be continued...
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Note: The next few days became very much disjointed as far as creating a time line goes. I can remember pretty much everything that transpired but not the specific order. I’m going to list the events and try to put them into a sequence. I apologize in advance if it all tends to get a little confusing.
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I’m pretty sure I had the opening shift at the gas station because I remember being surprised that Elle wasn’t at work when I took my lunch break, downtown. I made a quick trip home and when i got to her house her mother was just leaving to take the rest of her shift. She told me that it was “that time of the month” for Elle and she didn’t feel all that well. She was, in fact, telling me to leave. I managed to find the time to call later that afternoon and was told that she hoped to feel better the next day. That pretty much told me that she wasn’t interested in seeing me that night. That worked well for me because it allowed me to go help my friend Cliffy get his reacecar ready for Saturday night and his very first race.
I remember that we worked well into the early morning. I knew that two of my mother’s cousins were coming to spend the weekend but, because I hadn’t seen much of my mother over the past few days, didn’t know when they were arriving. When I got to the top of the stairs I saw that the “guest” room door was closed. But, when I walked into my room there was someone in my brother’s bed. (I realize that I haven’t mentioned him in quite a while. He managed to “flunk out” of the boarding school that I had graduated from . My parents found another that was willing to take him under the condition that he, again, attend Summer school.) I didn’t want to turn on the light to find out just who it was but assumed it was Fil, my mother’s male cousin. I was too tired to really care. When the alarm went off I was surprised to see that it wasn’t. It was the son of a friend of the family that I knew on an offhand basis.
(One of my father’s best childhood friends had joined the Navy during the 2nd World War and had stayed in after it was over. Raised on a farm, he had no desire to come home and become a farmer which is what his father had wanted. By staying in the service he had an excuse not to. But, when his father died he left the farm to the son. By the time he returned home he and his wife had three children, two girls and a boy. He sold his father’s farm as soon as he could and purchased a rundown old bar/restaurant with the idea of fixing it up. He. himself, had been a cook while in the Navy and his wife had some restaurant experience. When they returned my parents renewed thier friendship and when the restaurant opened opened, big supporters. I, because I was away at school, didn’t really get to know the kids even though one of the girls had graduated with Elle and Cliffy. In any case, sometime during the previous afternoon, their house caught fire and the mother, working in the kitchen, had been seriously burned. The father and kids went to the hospital to be with her and at some time my parents were called and told of the situation. My mother, always the benevolent one, offered to take the kids home for the night. It was the boy who I found in my room and it was the girls who were in the “guest” room.)
I, as usual, was running late and, in spite of my curiosity, chose not to wake him to find out why he was there. I got a good idea soon after arriving at work. Almost everybody was talking about “the fire”. One thing about a small town is that news travels fast. I waited to call my mother to make sure she was up and when I did I got the “scoop”.
I honestly don’t think I thought much about my second cousins who would be arriving on the evening train and where they would sleep. However, my mother did. Knowing that I was helping Cliffy work on his racecar at his house, my mother called his mother to ask if I could spend the next few nights with them. Of course she said “yes”. I didn’t find out about it until I went home for supper. I pulled in the driveway and was headed for Elle’s house to find out how she was feeling. I heard my mother calling and went back to be told of the arrangement. I was surprised because I could’ve slept on a sofa. I didn’t argue (I knew better!) but after eating I collected some clean clothes and then headed for Elle’s.
She didn’t look well ay all and she told me that if she didn’t feel better by the next day that her mother would call the doctor. Knowing her mother’s feelings about doctors I kind of got the feeling that it might be something serious. I went back to work and finished up and headed for Cliffy’s.
To be continued...
Thursday, July 12, 2007
INTO THE "HEAT" OF SUMMER... (Part 25c)
When I picked Elle up I was anxious to ask about her meeting with the Doctors but I could see she was apprehensive as we approached her house. I wanted to be supportive but with no information with which to work with I had to keep my mouth shut. In looking back on that day, it was the second time that I’d been able to stifle myself and didn’t put my foot in my mouth. I told her that I’d stop by in about an hour to pick her up. It took forever! Even my mother noticed my constant checking of my watch. When I finally showed up at her door she was wearing a dress that I’d never seen before. It was different as well. I now know it’s called a pinafore but I didn’t at the time. Being summer it was hot but with the rain it was very humid and she wanted to have as little on over her arms and shoulders. There wasn’t much, for sure. I could clearly see parts of her bra, which was something I rarely saw, and I liked it. By then the rain had stopped. I asked where she wanted to go and she surprised me by saying she wanted to take a walk on the beach.
It’d been a while since we’d done that. We walked to the East ending up down by the ”mansion“. Everything was wet... the sand, jetties and stairs, which didn’t make it easy to talk. As I looked around I saw the cement gazebo up above us that was at the edge of the property. There was a rumor that the owners had large dogs patrolling the property but I’d never seen them. I suggested that we at least go up and explore the gazebo and found that the floor was basically dry. We sat down using the pillars as back rests. To be sure our bottoms were dry we sat with our feet towards the center. I enjoyed watching Elle position herself as she exposed her panties enough that I was pretty sure that she wasn’t wearing a ”package" and was wearing just a single pair of nylon ones.
It took a while before Elle opened up to me as to what had transpired during her meeting with Carol’s parents. Once she did it was obvious that she was torn as to what to do. In sum, she was encouraged by what Carol’s father had told her in that there was definitely a procedure that could help, but not cure her. Carol’s mother had suggested a series of pelvic exercises to help with her bladder control. While all together, they had called Elle’s Doctor who had, with Elle’s approval (she was 18), agreed to share her medical records. He, being familiar with her mother’s fear of Doctors, agreed not to say anything to her parents. The bigger problem was how to pay for the procedure if she agreed to it. All in all, the situation left Elle in turmoil.
I pretty much just let Elle talk. When she was about done I remember asking if there was anything I could do. I also remember her getting up and crawling over to me and curling herself up in front of me (my legs were spread apart), wanting to be held. It was another of those “timeless” happenings in which time flew without anything to benchmark it’s passing. As gross as it may sound, it was a wetness under my thighs and butt that broke the silence. Elle had fallen asleep and had wet in her sleep. It was still daylight out and when I looked at my watch I quickly calculated that it had been over 2 hours since we’d left her house. Of course Elle was embarrassed. I tried to reassure her that it was OK by me... that I wasn’t upset and fully understood the situation. But, what the incident turned out to be was the “push” that Elle needed to make a decision. In the course of deciding what to do about our damp condition she announced that, some how, some way, she was going to pursue what Carol’s father had proposed.
There was no way that we were going to walk back home in that condition. It was getting dark but there was no way to hide the fact that Elle’s dress, as well as my jeans, were wet and in an embarrassing area. We walked down the stairs and into the water. In a moment of levity, I suggested that we go swimming. At first she recoiled and said “no” but before I realized it she was splashing me. It only took a few seconds for us to be in waist deep water. We didn’t swim but she ended up sitting on my lap with the water up around her chin. It was the first time a quite a few days that I’d held her this close. It felt good!
The was nothing really sexual that took place as I was still a bit tentative about where I stood as far as her being mad at me. I chose the “safe mode”. Maybe we stayed in the water 10 or so minutes and then started to walk home. It was chilly as the wet clothes clung to our bodies. We fabricated a story that we’d tried to go beyond the last jetty, down by the mansion, (it was possible but very difficult) and had fallen in. I don’t think my parents even knew but Elle took a little “heat” especially due to the fact that the dress was relatively new. When Elle came back outside she’d been “grounded” and couldn’t leave her yard. We ended up taking a beach towel out in the back yard and just sat and talked. It was all about how Elle was going to proceed with Carol’s father.
As I remember it, nothing much was decided and Elle finally went off to bed and I really don’t remember what kind of “good night” we had.
To be continued...
When I picked Elle up I was anxious to ask about her meeting with the Doctors but I could see she was apprehensive as we approached her house. I wanted to be supportive but with no information with which to work with I had to keep my mouth shut. In looking back on that day, it was the second time that I’d been able to stifle myself and didn’t put my foot in my mouth. I told her that I’d stop by in about an hour to pick her up. It took forever! Even my mother noticed my constant checking of my watch. When I finally showed up at her door she was wearing a dress that I’d never seen before. It was different as well. I now know it’s called a pinafore but I didn’t at the time. Being summer it was hot but with the rain it was very humid and she wanted to have as little on over her arms and shoulders. There wasn’t much, for sure. I could clearly see parts of her bra, which was something I rarely saw, and I liked it. By then the rain had stopped. I asked where she wanted to go and she surprised me by saying she wanted to take a walk on the beach.
It’d been a while since we’d done that. We walked to the East ending up down by the ”mansion“. Everything was wet... the sand, jetties and stairs, which didn’t make it easy to talk. As I looked around I saw the cement gazebo up above us that was at the edge of the property. There was a rumor that the owners had large dogs patrolling the property but I’d never seen them. I suggested that we at least go up and explore the gazebo and found that the floor was basically dry. We sat down using the pillars as back rests. To be sure our bottoms were dry we sat with our feet towards the center. I enjoyed watching Elle position herself as she exposed her panties enough that I was pretty sure that she wasn’t wearing a ”package" and was wearing just a single pair of nylon ones.
It took a while before Elle opened up to me as to what had transpired during her meeting with Carol’s parents. Once she did it was obvious that she was torn as to what to do. In sum, she was encouraged by what Carol’s father had told her in that there was definitely a procedure that could help, but not cure her. Carol’s mother had suggested a series of pelvic exercises to help with her bladder control. While all together, they had called Elle’s Doctor who had, with Elle’s approval (she was 18), agreed to share her medical records. He, being familiar with her mother’s fear of Doctors, agreed not to say anything to her parents. The bigger problem was how to pay for the procedure if she agreed to it. All in all, the situation left Elle in turmoil.
I pretty much just let Elle talk. When she was about done I remember asking if there was anything I could do. I also remember her getting up and crawling over to me and curling herself up in front of me (my legs were spread apart), wanting to be held. It was another of those “timeless” happenings in which time flew without anything to benchmark it’s passing. As gross as it may sound, it was a wetness under my thighs and butt that broke the silence. Elle had fallen asleep and had wet in her sleep. It was still daylight out and when I looked at my watch I quickly calculated that it had been over 2 hours since we’d left her house. Of course Elle was embarrassed. I tried to reassure her that it was OK by me... that I wasn’t upset and fully understood the situation. But, what the incident turned out to be was the “push” that Elle needed to make a decision. In the course of deciding what to do about our damp condition she announced that, some how, some way, she was going to pursue what Carol’s father had proposed.
There was no way that we were going to walk back home in that condition. It was getting dark but there was no way to hide the fact that Elle’s dress, as well as my jeans, were wet and in an embarrassing area. We walked down the stairs and into the water. In a moment of levity, I suggested that we go swimming. At first she recoiled and said “no” but before I realized it she was splashing me. It only took a few seconds for us to be in waist deep water. We didn’t swim but she ended up sitting on my lap with the water up around her chin. It was the first time a quite a few days that I’d held her this close. It felt good!
The was nothing really sexual that took place as I was still a bit tentative about where I stood as far as her being mad at me. I chose the “safe mode”. Maybe we stayed in the water 10 or so minutes and then started to walk home. It was chilly as the wet clothes clung to our bodies. We fabricated a story that we’d tried to go beyond the last jetty, down by the mansion, (it was possible but very difficult) and had fallen in. I don’t think my parents even knew but Elle took a little “heat” especially due to the fact that the dress was relatively new. When Elle came back outside she’d been “grounded” and couldn’t leave her yard. We ended up taking a beach towel out in the back yard and just sat and talked. It was all about how Elle was going to proceed with Carol’s father.
As I remember it, nothing much was decided and Elle finally went off to bed and I really don’t remember what kind of “good night” we had.
To be continued...
Friday, July 06, 2007
INTO THE "HEAT" OF SUMMER... (Part 25b)
The next day I discovered that my best friend Cliffy (who I failed to mention earlier had joined the Navy soon after graduation) was home on extended leave soon after arriving at work. He and two of his Navy buddies stopped by and wanted to get together that night “for old times sake”. Of course I wanted to see him so that precluded my quest to see Elle. He and his buddies had signed up for a hardship tour of duty which earned them extra leave. Cliffy had wanted to use the time to drive his father’s racecar. But, because they (the car and driver) were racing for the track championship, his father had said “no”. But, he’d been told that if he could find an old racecar for the right price that he could drive that. So, that night the four of us went on a mission to find a car for him. Because I’d been at the track for a month I pretty much knew those people who had cars but weren’t currently racing. Around 10pm or so we found one that didn’t need too much work and had a reasonable price. For Cliffy it was a profitable night. For me, even thought it was good to see him again, it left me pretty much down. I wanted to race so badly and just couldn’t afford to. Seeing cars that were capable of racing while mine was wrecked, hurt.
I’d switched off with Tony so didn’t have to go in until 10am. I hoped that I could catch Elle before that. I waited until I saw the shade go up in her bedroom and then waited some more until I saw her mother drive off to work before going over. To say my heart was pounding would be to put it mildly. I remember thinking I could feel it actually pounding in my chest as I stood at the screen door. I knocked and, Elle, not realizing it was me, started towards the door from the kitchen. As soon as she saw who it was she stopped. I don’t remember the words but I know I was pleading with her to at least come over to the door. I said my apology through the screen door. I remember that it was hard to see her expression because of where she was standing and the sun on the screen. It was awkward, for sure. When she didn’t respond verbally, I pleaded with her to at least say something. Finally she pushed the door open and I walked in. I remember that she had on a short summer night gown and when she walked over to the daybed that served as a couch I could see right through it. When she finally started talking it was to chastize me for a lot of things that I’d done that annoyed her. It sure took me by surprise. I really didn’t have much to say in response. (1).
Before I knew it the phone was ringing. It was my mother saying that the gas station had called wondering where I was. When I left Elle I didn’t really know if she’d accepted my apology or not but I did know that Carol was coming to pick Elle up to meet with her parents. I just didn’t know how to procede from there.
Carol solved that problem by stopping by the gas station while Elle was with her parents. She suggested that I find an excuse to visit Elle at the drug store that afternoon and that I bring some sort of present. I had no idea of what to bring but Carol had indicated that Elle would be receptive to seeing me. There weren’t a lot of choices for presents in our little town so I was left to struggle with that. A rain storm hit in mid afternoon forcing us to shut the car wash down. I took that as a “sign“ to take off and see Elle. When I climbed into my car I noticed some trash on the floor. It was for a Baby Ruth candy bar. Elle had an affinity for them and seeing the wrapper solved my problem. As strange as it may seem today but Drug stores didn’t sell candy in those days. A soda fountain and ice cream... yes. But candy? No. Around the corner was, believe it or not, a ”cigar store“. It sold all kinds of things... newspapers, magazines, candy, paper products, cigarettes and... cigars. I headed there and bought 5 of the Baby Ruth candy bars. The owners‘s wife waited on me and I asked her if she had a small piece of ribbon. When I explained what I wanted it for she took them from me and disappeared into the back of the store. When she returned they were all tied together and there was a bow on the top. I asked her how much it cost and she handed it to me and smiled.
I’ll bet I paced back and forth in front of the drug store at least three times. From the street I couldn’t see but a small part of the counter where Elle worked so I wasn’t even sure she was there when I walked in. I felt better immediately because she smiled as soon as she saw me. When I pulled the package out from behind me she actually giggled. I was glad that there were no customers in the store at all. I walked to the open end of the counter to hand the candy to her and she gave me a peck on the cheek. It was progress! But it still was awkward. The owner, the pharmacist, was in the back so I hesitated to respond physically, even though I wanted to. Of course I was interested to find out what had transpired with her meeting with Carol’s parents but didn’t dare to ask. When the first customer walked in I took my leave, promising to pick her up at 6pm.
As I drove back to work I felt the best I had in a long time. I couldn’t wait until work was over. Not knowing how I stood with Elle, I’d told Cliffy I’d go to the races with him that night. At that moment my priority was Elle so had to face telling Cliffy that I wasn’t going to the races. As it was still raining I started praying that it would continue. It did. Whew!
To be continued...
The next day I discovered that my best friend Cliffy (who I failed to mention earlier had joined the Navy soon after graduation) was home on extended leave soon after arriving at work. He and two of his Navy buddies stopped by and wanted to get together that night “for old times sake”. Of course I wanted to see him so that precluded my quest to see Elle. He and his buddies had signed up for a hardship tour of duty which earned them extra leave. Cliffy had wanted to use the time to drive his father’s racecar. But, because they (the car and driver) were racing for the track championship, his father had said “no”. But, he’d been told that if he could find an old racecar for the right price that he could drive that. So, that night the four of us went on a mission to find a car for him. Because I’d been at the track for a month I pretty much knew those people who had cars but weren’t currently racing. Around 10pm or so we found one that didn’t need too much work and had a reasonable price. For Cliffy it was a profitable night. For me, even thought it was good to see him again, it left me pretty much down. I wanted to race so badly and just couldn’t afford to. Seeing cars that were capable of racing while mine was wrecked, hurt.
I’d switched off with Tony so didn’t have to go in until 10am. I hoped that I could catch Elle before that. I waited until I saw the shade go up in her bedroom and then waited some more until I saw her mother drive off to work before going over. To say my heart was pounding would be to put it mildly. I remember thinking I could feel it actually pounding in my chest as I stood at the screen door. I knocked and, Elle, not realizing it was me, started towards the door from the kitchen. As soon as she saw who it was she stopped. I don’t remember the words but I know I was pleading with her to at least come over to the door. I said my apology through the screen door. I remember that it was hard to see her expression because of where she was standing and the sun on the screen. It was awkward, for sure. When she didn’t respond verbally, I pleaded with her to at least say something. Finally she pushed the door open and I walked in. I remember that she had on a short summer night gown and when she walked over to the daybed that served as a couch I could see right through it. When she finally started talking it was to chastize me for a lot of things that I’d done that annoyed her. It sure took me by surprise. I really didn’t have much to say in response. (1).
Before I knew it the phone was ringing. It was my mother saying that the gas station had called wondering where I was. When I left Elle I didn’t really know if she’d accepted my apology or not but I did know that Carol was coming to pick Elle up to meet with her parents. I just didn’t know how to procede from there.
Carol solved that problem by stopping by the gas station while Elle was with her parents. She suggested that I find an excuse to visit Elle at the drug store that afternoon and that I bring some sort of present. I had no idea of what to bring but Carol had indicated that Elle would be receptive to seeing me. There weren’t a lot of choices for presents in our little town so I was left to struggle with that. A rain storm hit in mid afternoon forcing us to shut the car wash down. I took that as a “sign“ to take off and see Elle. When I climbed into my car I noticed some trash on the floor. It was for a Baby Ruth candy bar. Elle had an affinity for them and seeing the wrapper solved my problem. As strange as it may seem today but Drug stores didn’t sell candy in those days. A soda fountain and ice cream... yes. But candy? No. Around the corner was, believe it or not, a ”cigar store“. It sold all kinds of things... newspapers, magazines, candy, paper products, cigarettes and... cigars. I headed there and bought 5 of the Baby Ruth candy bars. The owners‘s wife waited on me and I asked her if she had a small piece of ribbon. When I explained what I wanted it for she took them from me and disappeared into the back of the store. When she returned they were all tied together and there was a bow on the top. I asked her how much it cost and she handed it to me and smiled.
I’ll bet I paced back and forth in front of the drug store at least three times. From the street I couldn’t see but a small part of the counter where Elle worked so I wasn’t even sure she was there when I walked in. I felt better immediately because she smiled as soon as she saw me. When I pulled the package out from behind me she actually giggled. I was glad that there were no customers in the store at all. I walked to the open end of the counter to hand the candy to her and she gave me a peck on the cheek. It was progress! But it still was awkward. The owner, the pharmacist, was in the back so I hesitated to respond physically, even though I wanted to. Of course I was interested to find out what had transpired with her meeting with Carol’s parents but didn’t dare to ask. When the first customer walked in I took my leave, promising to pick her up at 6pm.
As I drove back to work I felt the best I had in a long time. I couldn’t wait until work was over. Not knowing how I stood with Elle, I’d told Cliffy I’d go to the races with him that night. At that moment my priority was Elle so had to face telling Cliffy that I wasn’t going to the races. As it was still raining I started praying that it would continue. It did. Whew!
To be continued...
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
INTO THE "HEAT" OF SUMMER... (Part 25a)
By the time I got home it was dark. I had to tell my parents about my day and show my trophy off to them before showering and trying to go find Elle. When I walked outside all the lights at her house were out. I remember feeling really stupid as I thought back on the previous night. I decided to walk out to the water. In all that had been going on I’d failed to notice that there was “life” at the house next door. I honestly don’t remember which one it was that had died, the lady or the man, but the house hadn’t been opened for the Summer as it normally was. But I noticed a light on in the living room as I walked past. As I’ve previously written, the owners had three daughters and they had taken turns visiting with them along with their families for weeks at a time in previous Summers. It made sense to me that it had to be one of the daughters. I walked up to window and peeked in. I could see a female, curled up in a wicker chair, reading. What caught my attention was that, because of the position she was in, I could see the part of her panties that rode on her hip. I stood there for about a minute and then moved on out front. The last thing I needed right then was to have my mother catch me peeking into the house. I finally came in and went on up to bed. It was another long, pretty much sleepless, night.
I don’t remember the details of the next morning. I know that Elle’s shade was still down in her bedroom window and that I had been right about that it was one of the daughters who was staying next door with her family. I’d pretty much worked out an apology to Elle during my sleeplessness but had to figure a way to give it to her. It became obvious, to me, that she was avoiding me when I called her home and was told by her mother that she wasn’t there. I didn’t want to go to the drug store to apologize with the possibility of other people being around so decided to wait.
Help came in an unexpected way. Buddy and Carol stopped at the gas station to get her mother’s car washed. While out of the car I asked Carol if Elle had spoken to her yet. Carol gave me a puzzled look which indicated to me that she hadn’t. Carol, now curious as to what it might be about, asked. At this point I knew I was in trouble. She wouldn’t let up on me until I “spilled the beans”. When I did I told her about when Elle had told me and about my less than enthusiastic response and that Elle hadn’t spoken to me since. I remember Carol saying she’d “take care of it” when she and Buddy left.
I didn’t find out about what I’m about to write until a few days later. Carol had Buddy drive her to the drug store where she went in to visit with Elle. The long and short of it was that Carol proceeded to get Elle to explain, in detail, what had happened between Elle and I. Even though I’d told Carol that Elle was leaning towards meeting with her parents about her “problem” she wanted to hear it from Elle herself. Because of the nature of the subject and the fact Elle had customers to wait on, Carol suggested that she come back and pick her up to take her home that night, allowing them some privacy. When she did Elle agreed to the meeting and Carol was to set it up. However, I did not know it.
In the meantime, Elle continued to avoid me. It was frustrating, to say the least. As far as the racecar was concerned we pretty much agreed to “take a break” and reassess our whole situation. On the one hand I was disappointed but the reality of it made sense. Here I’d been home for a month and not had any real time to devote to Elle... and because of it was paying the price right at the present. What I had to concentrate on was getting Elle to see me so I could apologize.
That night, with no Elle and no racecar to work on I was “lost”. I decided to stay home and wait for Elle to get home from work. I sat on the back porch so I could see all the cars as they came and went. That way I could, hopefully, get over to Elle’s before she disappeared inside. But I ended up having my attention diverted. The people who were staying next door drove into their driveway. One of their children was a teen aged girl. I immediately recognized her as the female who’d been sitting in the chair the night before. She wasn’t pretty in the typical sense but had a cute smile. It had been a few years since I’d seen the family and the kids had grown quite a lot. I didn’t remember their names but the mother recognized me and called me over to reintroduce her to her daughter. The girl’s name was Marge and she was almost as tall as me. (6’1“) It was awkward at first but after the typical “small talk” I ended up being invited over to their house to share in the ice cream that they had, ironically, purchased at the drug store where Elle worked. Marge curled up in the big wicker chair that I’d seen her in the night before and I sat across from her. Once her brother had finished his ice cream he left the room. I couldn’t stop looking at Marge because, sitting that way, I could see about six inches of her panties sticking out from under her shorts. I kept catching myself... and blushing. In thinking about it I’m not sure she didn’t do it on purpose. In any case, I enjoyed that part of my evening. Actually, it ended up giving me something pleasant to think about when I went home and to bed.
To be continued...
By the time I got home it was dark. I had to tell my parents about my day and show my trophy off to them before showering and trying to go find Elle. When I walked outside all the lights at her house were out. I remember feeling really stupid as I thought back on the previous night. I decided to walk out to the water. In all that had been going on I’d failed to notice that there was “life” at the house next door. I honestly don’t remember which one it was that had died, the lady or the man, but the house hadn’t been opened for the Summer as it normally was. But I noticed a light on in the living room as I walked past. As I’ve previously written, the owners had three daughters and they had taken turns visiting with them along with their families for weeks at a time in previous Summers. It made sense to me that it had to be one of the daughters. I walked up to window and peeked in. I could see a female, curled up in a wicker chair, reading. What caught my attention was that, because of the position she was in, I could see the part of her panties that rode on her hip. I stood there for about a minute and then moved on out front. The last thing I needed right then was to have my mother catch me peeking into the house. I finally came in and went on up to bed. It was another long, pretty much sleepless, night.
I don’t remember the details of the next morning. I know that Elle’s shade was still down in her bedroom window and that I had been right about that it was one of the daughters who was staying next door with her family. I’d pretty much worked out an apology to Elle during my sleeplessness but had to figure a way to give it to her. It became obvious, to me, that she was avoiding me when I called her home and was told by her mother that she wasn’t there. I didn’t want to go to the drug store to apologize with the possibility of other people being around so decided to wait.
Help came in an unexpected way. Buddy and Carol stopped at the gas station to get her mother’s car washed. While out of the car I asked Carol if Elle had spoken to her yet. Carol gave me a puzzled look which indicated to me that she hadn’t. Carol, now curious as to what it might be about, asked. At this point I knew I was in trouble. She wouldn’t let up on me until I “spilled the beans”. When I did I told her about when Elle had told me and about my less than enthusiastic response and that Elle hadn’t spoken to me since. I remember Carol saying she’d “take care of it” when she and Buddy left.
I didn’t find out about what I’m about to write until a few days later. Carol had Buddy drive her to the drug store where she went in to visit with Elle. The long and short of it was that Carol proceeded to get Elle to explain, in detail, what had happened between Elle and I. Even though I’d told Carol that Elle was leaning towards meeting with her parents about her “problem” she wanted to hear it from Elle herself. Because of the nature of the subject and the fact Elle had customers to wait on, Carol suggested that she come back and pick her up to take her home that night, allowing them some privacy. When she did Elle agreed to the meeting and Carol was to set it up. However, I did not know it.
In the meantime, Elle continued to avoid me. It was frustrating, to say the least. As far as the racecar was concerned we pretty much agreed to “take a break” and reassess our whole situation. On the one hand I was disappointed but the reality of it made sense. Here I’d been home for a month and not had any real time to devote to Elle... and because of it was paying the price right at the present. What I had to concentrate on was getting Elle to see me so I could apologize.
That night, with no Elle and no racecar to work on I was “lost”. I decided to stay home and wait for Elle to get home from work. I sat on the back porch so I could see all the cars as they came and went. That way I could, hopefully, get over to Elle’s before she disappeared inside. But I ended up having my attention diverted. The people who were staying next door drove into their driveway. One of their children was a teen aged girl. I immediately recognized her as the female who’d been sitting in the chair the night before. She wasn’t pretty in the typical sense but had a cute smile. It had been a few years since I’d seen the family and the kids had grown quite a lot. I didn’t remember their names but the mother recognized me and called me over to reintroduce her to her daughter. The girl’s name was Marge and she was almost as tall as me. (6’1“) It was awkward at first but after the typical “small talk” I ended up being invited over to their house to share in the ice cream that they had, ironically, purchased at the drug store where Elle worked. Marge curled up in the big wicker chair that I’d seen her in the night before and I sat across from her. Once her brother had finished his ice cream he left the room. I couldn’t stop looking at Marge because, sitting that way, I could see about six inches of her panties sticking out from under her shorts. I kept catching myself... and blushing. In thinking about it I’m not sure she didn’t do it on purpose. In any case, I enjoyed that part of my evening. Actually, it ended up giving me something pleasant to think about when I went home and to bed.
To be continued...
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
INTO THE "REAL" SUMMER... (Part 24i)
The races had started by the time I arrived. As I walked through the pits a number of cars weren’t in their space, including my own car. But I didn’t hear the roar of engines. In fact, I remember that I actually couldn’t even hear the sound of a motor running and that was really strange. All the people in the pits were standing up at the fence surrounding the track. It took a little effort but I finally found a place where I could get a look out onto the track. There were a few cars parked out there with their motors turned off. But, what made my heart sink was the mass of cars down in the first turn... with my car hung up on the guard rail. The track was actually blocked which is why no engines were running. There were two wreckers attempting to disentangle the mess. I tried to get on the track but the officials wouldn’t let any more people out there. All I could do was to stand and watch. After a few minutes, Cliff, the driver of my car (and my boss) came walking across the infield with his helmet in hand. I tried to talk to him to ask what happened but he was so mad he just walked by and over to our tow vehicle. I knew enough to leave him alone.
When they finally towed my car into the pits it was a sickening sight. It had a bent frame just like the first car they’d built over the winter. Actually, it was worse. I was really down. It wasn’t just the money... it was the hours and hours that had gone into building it. The immediate problem was in how to get the car back to the gas station. In those days we all flat towed the race cars behind a regular car or pickup truck. As bent as the car was it just wasn’t capable of being towed in that fashion. I ended up getting my friend Cliffy’s father to tow it home with his wrecker. Once that was arranged I went to find Elle in the grandstands. I remember walking around the perimeter of the track and actually not wanting to see her.
One of the things that she sometimes did to pass her time while at the races was to “babysit” a few of the kids who’s fathers worked on the car. That’s what she was doing when I finally found her. She was genuinely happy to see me even if I wasn’t equally happy to see her. In spite of the fact that I was obviously unhappy, she proceeded to tell me that she’d decided to go and see Carol’s parents about her “problem. I wasn’t prepared to hear that, especially then.
As an adult I now know that I was being self centered and selfish. Actually, I was feeling sorry for myself and failed to recognize what a huge hurdle Elle had overcome in making that decision. I remember stopping at the gas station on the way home to look at the car which only served to reinforce my self pity. Needless to say there wasn’t any ”up close and personal that night.
Elle had made arrangements at work so she could go with me the next day. However, she changed her mind due to my casual indifference to her and her decision. Of course that made me upset. John, (my crew) wasn’t much help, constantly quizzing me why she wasn’t with us. Once we arrived and started getting the boat ready to race my attitude changed. After the first two (of three) races I was in second place and all I had to do was not make a mistake and I’d be qualified for the national championships for the first time.
We’d gotten there early which allowed me to walk around a bit and “visit” with some of the other competitors. One stop, of course, was to see the twins. As I walked over I was hoping that they would, again, be wearing regular clothes to sail in. It wasn’t to be. As I approached I could see Pam was in a bathing suit. Penny was no where to be seen so I still held out some hope. We chatted about how well I was doing and the projected wind conditions for the day’s race. Just before the warning horn blew to tell the competitors to get their boats in the water, Penny walked up. She was also in a bathing suit but she had a pile of clothing in her hands. She put it down on the deck of the boat and then ducked her head under the rear deck. Right on top was a neatly folded pair of panties. Even though I was on the opposite side of the boat from where the clothes were I could clearly recognize the waist elastic as being the same as on the panties both of them had worn the day before. For some reason that made me happy. I remember asking what she was looking for. She popped her head back up and had a small canvas bag in her hand. I watched as she tried to put the clothes in the bag. I had already started to head for my boat which took me around to the side of their boat where Penny was standing. I remember her trying to get the whole pile stuffed into the bag at once and that the panties that had been on top didn’t make it. They fell to the ground just about the time I rounded the back of the boat. They ended up on the ground right at Penny’s feet. I didn’t have to think twice about it but immediately went for them. The most vivid memory of that was the absolute thickness of the panties. I certainly didn’t have the opportunity to inspect them and to look at the label but I sure wished I could’ve. Actually, what I wanted to know was just where they were purchased.
Pam had predicted that the wind would come in early and she was right. Stronger winds were an advantage for me and a disadvantage for the girls. I concentrated on not making any mistakes and sailed rather conservatively. I honestly don’t remember where I finished but it was good enough that I held on to my second place. That meant I’d accomplished my goal and had qualified for the championships.
After returning to shore we all unrigged the boats and prepared for our trip home. However, for those who finished in the top five overall there was a trophy presentation. Since the races had been held at the home club of the twins, they were there when the trophys were handed out. Penny was wearing white shorts and I was hoping that I’d get a look at a VPL before we left. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. It turned out to be better than that. The top three finishers (those who had qualified for the championships) and their crews were invited to a small reception. I honestly didn’t know it until then but the girls’ father was the “Commodore”. I was duly impressed. We were taken into a small room which was called “The Sun Room”. It was furnished with white wicker furniture with upholstered cushions. When I walked in there was Penny, sitting in one of the chairs that had an ottoman in front of it. She had her feet up on the ottoman and as I approached I could see right up the leg openings of her shorts. I could see the band legs on the crotch which confirmed that they were the same as I’d seen on her boat earlier that day. I know I was staring when I approached her. As the other people filed in she got up but I’d gotten more than I hoped for. When it was time to leave both Pam and Penny came up to congratulate me and to say they’d see me at the local championships in a few weeks. After this weekend, I couldn’t wait.
To be continued...
The races had started by the time I arrived. As I walked through the pits a number of cars weren’t in their space, including my own car. But I didn’t hear the roar of engines. In fact, I remember that I actually couldn’t even hear the sound of a motor running and that was really strange. All the people in the pits were standing up at the fence surrounding the track. It took a little effort but I finally found a place where I could get a look out onto the track. There were a few cars parked out there with their motors turned off. But, what made my heart sink was the mass of cars down in the first turn... with my car hung up on the guard rail. The track was actually blocked which is why no engines were running. There were two wreckers attempting to disentangle the mess. I tried to get on the track but the officials wouldn’t let any more people out there. All I could do was to stand and watch. After a few minutes, Cliff, the driver of my car (and my boss) came walking across the infield with his helmet in hand. I tried to talk to him to ask what happened but he was so mad he just walked by and over to our tow vehicle. I knew enough to leave him alone.
When they finally towed my car into the pits it was a sickening sight. It had a bent frame just like the first car they’d built over the winter. Actually, it was worse. I was really down. It wasn’t just the money... it was the hours and hours that had gone into building it. The immediate problem was in how to get the car back to the gas station. In those days we all flat towed the race cars behind a regular car or pickup truck. As bent as the car was it just wasn’t capable of being towed in that fashion. I ended up getting my friend Cliffy’s father to tow it home with his wrecker. Once that was arranged I went to find Elle in the grandstands. I remember walking around the perimeter of the track and actually not wanting to see her.
One of the things that she sometimes did to pass her time while at the races was to “babysit” a few of the kids who’s fathers worked on the car. That’s what she was doing when I finally found her. She was genuinely happy to see me even if I wasn’t equally happy to see her. In spite of the fact that I was obviously unhappy, she proceeded to tell me that she’d decided to go and see Carol’s parents about her “problem. I wasn’t prepared to hear that, especially then.
As an adult I now know that I was being self centered and selfish. Actually, I was feeling sorry for myself and failed to recognize what a huge hurdle Elle had overcome in making that decision. I remember stopping at the gas station on the way home to look at the car which only served to reinforce my self pity. Needless to say there wasn’t any ”up close and personal that night.
Elle had made arrangements at work so she could go with me the next day. However, she changed her mind due to my casual indifference to her and her decision. Of course that made me upset. John, (my crew) wasn’t much help, constantly quizzing me why she wasn’t with us. Once we arrived and started getting the boat ready to race my attitude changed. After the first two (of three) races I was in second place and all I had to do was not make a mistake and I’d be qualified for the national championships for the first time.
We’d gotten there early which allowed me to walk around a bit and “visit” with some of the other competitors. One stop, of course, was to see the twins. As I walked over I was hoping that they would, again, be wearing regular clothes to sail in. It wasn’t to be. As I approached I could see Pam was in a bathing suit. Penny was no where to be seen so I still held out some hope. We chatted about how well I was doing and the projected wind conditions for the day’s race. Just before the warning horn blew to tell the competitors to get their boats in the water, Penny walked up. She was also in a bathing suit but she had a pile of clothing in her hands. She put it down on the deck of the boat and then ducked her head under the rear deck. Right on top was a neatly folded pair of panties. Even though I was on the opposite side of the boat from where the clothes were I could clearly recognize the waist elastic as being the same as on the panties both of them had worn the day before. For some reason that made me happy. I remember asking what she was looking for. She popped her head back up and had a small canvas bag in her hand. I watched as she tried to put the clothes in the bag. I had already started to head for my boat which took me around to the side of their boat where Penny was standing. I remember her trying to get the whole pile stuffed into the bag at once and that the panties that had been on top didn’t make it. They fell to the ground just about the time I rounded the back of the boat. They ended up on the ground right at Penny’s feet. I didn’t have to think twice about it but immediately went for them. The most vivid memory of that was the absolute thickness of the panties. I certainly didn’t have the opportunity to inspect them and to look at the label but I sure wished I could’ve. Actually, what I wanted to know was just where they were purchased.
Pam had predicted that the wind would come in early and she was right. Stronger winds were an advantage for me and a disadvantage for the girls. I concentrated on not making any mistakes and sailed rather conservatively. I honestly don’t remember where I finished but it was good enough that I held on to my second place. That meant I’d accomplished my goal and had qualified for the championships.
After returning to shore we all unrigged the boats and prepared for our trip home. However, for those who finished in the top five overall there was a trophy presentation. Since the races had been held at the home club of the twins, they were there when the trophys were handed out. Penny was wearing white shorts and I was hoping that I’d get a look at a VPL before we left. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. It turned out to be better than that. The top three finishers (those who had qualified for the championships) and their crews were invited to a small reception. I honestly didn’t know it until then but the girls’ father was the “Commodore”. I was duly impressed. We were taken into a small room which was called “The Sun Room”. It was furnished with white wicker furniture with upholstered cushions. When I walked in there was Penny, sitting in one of the chairs that had an ottoman in front of it. She had her feet up on the ottoman and as I approached I could see right up the leg openings of her shorts. I could see the band legs on the crotch which confirmed that they were the same as I’d seen on her boat earlier that day. I know I was staring when I approached her. As the other people filed in she got up but I’d gotten more than I hoped for. When it was time to leave both Pam and Penny came up to congratulate me and to say they’d see me at the local championships in a few weeks. After this weekend, I couldn’t wait.
To be continued...
Friday, June 22, 2007
INTO THE "REAL" SUMMER... (Part 24h)
Once they blew the horn to signal the opening ceremonies I managed to get refocused on sailing. Because we were sailing in the morning there was very little breeze. I always wore my regular clothes to sail in and, on that morning, so did a lot of others including Pam and Penny. I liked the facilities at their club but as far as the racing was concerned, because they were familiar with the tidal currents, the locals held an advantage. At the first mark it was a local in front and Pam was third. I was back a ways. As the race progressed I managed to get up to second and to hold it to the finish, just beating out the twins. I teased them all the way back to the shore for our lunch break as they‘d taunted me all the while they were ahead of me. Because of the closeness of their boat to mine I was able to study the girls backsides. I did manage to see some white around Penny’s waistband but wasn’t close enough to see if it was the same waistband as what I’d seen Pam wearing that morning. As far as any wetness was concerned, there wasn’t any. That, more or less, shot down my idea that Pam wore the heavy panties for that reason. When we tied up in the marina for lunch the tide had gone out which made disembarking difficult at best. I’d managed to get the spot by the ladder and the twins asked if they could come aboard my boat to get access. Of course I said ”yes”. It wasn’t that I was a “gentleman”. It was because I hoped to get a peek up the leg openings of their shorts.
I was rewarded... in multiple ways. Knowing what Pam was wearing pretty much gave me a clue as to what I’d see when she climbed up so I didn’t make a real effort to peek. I didn’t want to give myself away in front of Penny. When Penny stepped up onto the ladder rungs I was right behind, and under, her. I swear that if she’d intended to give me a “free show” she couldn’t have given me a better view. Maybe it was the way her shorts were tailored but as I looked up I saw about 75% of her crotch. The panties were band leg and the crotch was very wide. If I’d had to make a bet at that point I would’ve bet they were the same as her sister wore. I actually had to wait a minute for my bulge to go down to climb up myself.
Buddy had finished somewhere in the middle of the fleet so wasn't in the marina by the time the twins and I went ashore. Carol had set aside a small parcel of grass under a tree for us to eat our lunch and was waiting for us. I was sorry that we’d agreed to do it because I wanted to eat with or at least nearby the twins. By the time Buddy got there with his crew I was finished eating. I excused myself saying I’d be back in a little while and went looking for the girls. As soon as I found them I was kicking myself. Because their family were members of the club they had access to the cabanas. Pam was lying on a chaise with her blouse pulled up so that I could see the bottom band of her bra. But, more interesting than that was that I could see the waistband of her panties right across her tummy. I could feel the bulge building. Penny was no where in sight. I had a bottle of soda and walked up along side Pam, holding the bottle over her bare stomach. The condensation on the bottle was creating drips and I wanted one to land on her. While I waited I kept staring at the waistband and, again, wondering why she was wearing that type of panty. Before my “drip” made its target, Penny walked in, waking Pam up. As I remember it she made no attempt to cover herself which surprised me. I continued to stand as Penny sat on the end of the chaise. When she did I got what I’d been waiting for... a DP. And, just as I’d thought since looking up the leg openings of her shorts, the waistband was the same as her sister.
We chatted about the race and, because I knew they liked me, I tried to get some information as to what to expect for currents for the afternoon race. They weren’t about to give that info away but they did end up asking me to attend a party that night. Of all times for something like that to happen that was not it. I knew it was gonna be a struggle to get to the racetrack in time plus Elle was going to meet me there. I will admit to being just a bit tempted.
The need to get information about the tidal currents for the afternoon race was negated by a nice stiff southerly breeze. I got a decent start and stayed near the front for the whole race. I think I ended up third and Buddy ended up right behind me. Unfortunately for the twins the wind overpowered them and they finished well back in the fleet. I headed right for shore so that I could get on my way to the car races. Buddy had offered to take my crew home with him so that wasn’t a problem. Most of the visiting boats had elected to launch from the beach so as to avoid the congestion created by the one hoist in the marina. It wasn’t a problem when we lifted the boats into the water in the morning as there was little wind and no waves. When we got back to the shore the waves were quite high and made it difficult to get the sails down and to get the lifting bars under the boats to get them out of the water. In Buddy’s case, his crew lost hold of a bar and it started to float away. Carol was standing right at the water’s edge and when the bar started drifting away she ran in after it. I saw her retrieve it in about waist deep water. I couldn’t wait to see her in her wet shorts. Unfortunately she stayed on the other side of Buddy’s boat so by the time I got a glimpse of her her shorts had started to dry and were no longer clinging to her. Yes. I did get a VPL view but it wasn’t as good as it would’ve been had I seen her when she came out of the water. Along the same lines, I also had a thought to walk over to the marina to see if Pam and Penny had made it ashore. I wanted to see the panty lines made by the heavy cotton band leg panties I knew they were wearing. But I knew it was going to be a rush to get to the car races before they started so quickly gave up on that idea and headed for the locker room to get a shower and change my clothes.
To be continued...
Once they blew the horn to signal the opening ceremonies I managed to get refocused on sailing. Because we were sailing in the morning there was very little breeze. I always wore my regular clothes to sail in and, on that morning, so did a lot of others including Pam and Penny. I liked the facilities at their club but as far as the racing was concerned, because they were familiar with the tidal currents, the locals held an advantage. At the first mark it was a local in front and Pam was third. I was back a ways. As the race progressed I managed to get up to second and to hold it to the finish, just beating out the twins. I teased them all the way back to the shore for our lunch break as they‘d taunted me all the while they were ahead of me. Because of the closeness of their boat to mine I was able to study the girls backsides. I did manage to see some white around Penny’s waistband but wasn’t close enough to see if it was the same waistband as what I’d seen Pam wearing that morning. As far as any wetness was concerned, there wasn’t any. That, more or less, shot down my idea that Pam wore the heavy panties for that reason. When we tied up in the marina for lunch the tide had gone out which made disembarking difficult at best. I’d managed to get the spot by the ladder and the twins asked if they could come aboard my boat to get access. Of course I said ”yes”. It wasn’t that I was a “gentleman”. It was because I hoped to get a peek up the leg openings of their shorts.
I was rewarded... in multiple ways. Knowing what Pam was wearing pretty much gave me a clue as to what I’d see when she climbed up so I didn’t make a real effort to peek. I didn’t want to give myself away in front of Penny. When Penny stepped up onto the ladder rungs I was right behind, and under, her. I swear that if she’d intended to give me a “free show” she couldn’t have given me a better view. Maybe it was the way her shorts were tailored but as I looked up I saw about 75% of her crotch. The panties were band leg and the crotch was very wide. If I’d had to make a bet at that point I would’ve bet they were the same as her sister wore. I actually had to wait a minute for my bulge to go down to climb up myself.
Buddy had finished somewhere in the middle of the fleet so wasn't in the marina by the time the twins and I went ashore. Carol had set aside a small parcel of grass under a tree for us to eat our lunch and was waiting for us. I was sorry that we’d agreed to do it because I wanted to eat with or at least nearby the twins. By the time Buddy got there with his crew I was finished eating. I excused myself saying I’d be back in a little while and went looking for the girls. As soon as I found them I was kicking myself. Because their family were members of the club they had access to the cabanas. Pam was lying on a chaise with her blouse pulled up so that I could see the bottom band of her bra. But, more interesting than that was that I could see the waistband of her panties right across her tummy. I could feel the bulge building. Penny was no where in sight. I had a bottle of soda and walked up along side Pam, holding the bottle over her bare stomach. The condensation on the bottle was creating drips and I wanted one to land on her. While I waited I kept staring at the waistband and, again, wondering why she was wearing that type of panty. Before my “drip” made its target, Penny walked in, waking Pam up. As I remember it she made no attempt to cover herself which surprised me. I continued to stand as Penny sat on the end of the chaise. When she did I got what I’d been waiting for... a DP. And, just as I’d thought since looking up the leg openings of her shorts, the waistband was the same as her sister.
We chatted about the race and, because I knew they liked me, I tried to get some information as to what to expect for currents for the afternoon race. They weren’t about to give that info away but they did end up asking me to attend a party that night. Of all times for something like that to happen that was not it. I knew it was gonna be a struggle to get to the racetrack in time plus Elle was going to meet me there. I will admit to being just a bit tempted.
The need to get information about the tidal currents for the afternoon race was negated by a nice stiff southerly breeze. I got a decent start and stayed near the front for the whole race. I think I ended up third and Buddy ended up right behind me. Unfortunately for the twins the wind overpowered them and they finished well back in the fleet. I headed right for shore so that I could get on my way to the car races. Buddy had offered to take my crew home with him so that wasn’t a problem. Most of the visiting boats had elected to launch from the beach so as to avoid the congestion created by the one hoist in the marina. It wasn’t a problem when we lifted the boats into the water in the morning as there was little wind and no waves. When we got back to the shore the waves were quite high and made it difficult to get the sails down and to get the lifting bars under the boats to get them out of the water. In Buddy’s case, his crew lost hold of a bar and it started to float away. Carol was standing right at the water’s edge and when the bar started drifting away she ran in after it. I saw her retrieve it in about waist deep water. I couldn’t wait to see her in her wet shorts. Unfortunately she stayed on the other side of Buddy’s boat so by the time I got a glimpse of her her shorts had started to dry and were no longer clinging to her. Yes. I did get a VPL view but it wasn’t as good as it would’ve been had I seen her when she came out of the water. Along the same lines, I also had a thought to walk over to the marina to see if Pam and Penny had made it ashore. I wanted to see the panty lines made by the heavy cotton band leg panties I knew they were wearing. But I knew it was going to be a rush to get to the car races before they started so quickly gave up on that idea and headed for the locker room to get a shower and change my clothes.
To be continued...
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
INTO THE "REAL" SUMMER... (Part 24g)
When we finished up I’d wanted to go to the abandoned garage to “park” but there was still daylight. I didn’t want to chance being seen by a neighbor so asked Elle where she’d be comfortable. She surprised me and said she would really like to go somewhere to watch the sunset. Knowing that she was still upset from the happenings of the afternoon I didn’t argue. The best place was down at the old lighthouse. If you walked along the beach (made of pebbles) a short ways there was a perfect viewing place. All I could hope for was that no one else would be there with us.
At least, on this point, luck was with me. As we walked towards the spot another couple was headed our way. As the guy was carrying a basket I surmised that they had enjoyed a picnic supper. Rocks had fallen from the bluffs above and had formed a small wall for people to sit on and to lean against. As we approached the place I remember wishing that I had a blanket or something soft to sit on. We found a place that was moderately comfortable and settled in. My guess is that it took about a half hour for the sun to disappear below the horizon. I don’t remember what we talked about, if anything. When I suggested that we leave, Elle said she thought she better pee first. THAT caught my attention! She asked me to check to see if anyone was headed our way and by the time I did and returned she was in the process of taking off her panties... or so I thought. It was only the pad and heavy cotton panties. I honestly thought I was going to see her with no panties but she still had on a pair. At least I got to watch her pee through them. Then she put the cotton panties and pad back on. By this point my hopes (and something else) were getting higher.
Back at my car she just wanted to talk. It was the same subject. I sensed that she agreed with my reasoning but was reluctant to commit to it. I also sensed that there was little to no chance of us getting “up close and personal” so I ended up driving home. Her parents had gone to bed so she felt safe in going in without being hassled about not coming home for supper. I went to bed totally confused. In retrospect I know I was afraid of just what an operation might mean as far as my enjoyment of her wet panties would mean. I was thinking that if it was successful that when I wanted her to give me a little pee for “lubrication” that she’d say “no”. But, at the same time I did love her for who she was. The wetness was just an added feature. But, it was a long, restless night!
I don’t think I got to see Elle Elle for more than few minutes over the next few days. Between work and working on the racecar really left little time. There was another reason. I didn’t want to go through the whole discussion thing again with her. By Friday night it had become apparent that the car would be ready to race. I was glad because I wasn’t going to be there (at work) on Saturday. During the sailing season there were two major events that took up both Saturday and Sunday and one of those was this weekend. It was called the “Territorials” and it determined who from our geographic area would go to the national championships. In spite of having done really well in local races the two previous Summers I’d managed to screw up in the Territorials. Heading into the weekend I’d not been sailing well and was even thinking of not even sailing in the event. It was my friend, Buddy, who persuaded me to go. I met him at the sailing club at just about dusk and we helped each other to unrig our boats and prepare them to be trailed to the event, an hour and a half away. Carol was also there and I, as usual, was checking her out for a VPL. We agreed to meet at 6:30am and to follow each other. John. my crew was going to be dropped off at my house so I didn’t have to worry about that. Once that was done it was back to the gas station to finish up with the racecar.
We arrived at the location of the event with time to spare. John had an upset stomach (nerves) so I was left to rig the boat by myself. Now I’d mentioned there were two major sailing events each Summer. The previous Summer, at the other event, I’d met two girls who were also racing the same kind of boat as I had. They were twins, Pam and Penny, and all I can surmise is that they had a crush on me. (I swear it’s not my ego talking) After each race they’d come over and want to talk about tactics and a lot of trivial stuff. John liked to tease me about it. In any case, as I started putting the boat together both of them walked up. As it so happened, they belonged to the sailing club where the event was taking place. Pam was definitely the aggressor and asked if there was anything she could do to help. I handed her a couple of the fastening pins that were used to hold the mast in place and asked if she’d put them in place. I was adjusting the mast and was inside the boat when I heard a soft curse. I popped my head up and didn’t see Pam. I looked over the side and saw the most glorious DP (down pants) staring up at me. She’d dropped one of the pins in the sand and was bent over from the waist looking for it. What I saw was a pair of red cotton shorts with a swatch of white about 5 inches across and maybe two inches deep (right in the middle). I didn’t say a word but just kept staring at that. What was so intriguing was that the waistband of her panties was the same as Anne (the girl I’d spent time with in Florida a few years before) had worn. I didn’t think I’d ever see them again as I surely hadn’t seen them since. I’ll say I watched for well over a minute. When she finally found the pin and stood up, the bulge in my pants was hard to hide. I don’t know if I did or not hide it but nothing was said. It was actually hard to concentrate after that. I made a conscious effort to see if she would bend over again but the best I got was a VPL of the leg opening (they were band leg cotton panties and VERY thick) I can tell you my mind was going a million miles an hour. I was surprised that those kind of panties were made for people that big. (The girls were about 5’6“ tall and maybe 125 pounds) When I’d seen Anne’s panties in Florida they were definitely much smaller because she was very petite. I’d just assumed that they didn’t come much bigger. Knowing that Anne wore them for a dribbling problem had me wondering if it was the same for Pam. I’d not even given the thought that Penny, her sister, might also be wearing the same kind of panties. Even though they were twins they’d gotten away from the ”cutesie“, same as each other, clothes. As I remember it Penny was wearing blue shorts.
To be continued...
When we finished up I’d wanted to go to the abandoned garage to “park” but there was still daylight. I didn’t want to chance being seen by a neighbor so asked Elle where she’d be comfortable. She surprised me and said she would really like to go somewhere to watch the sunset. Knowing that she was still upset from the happenings of the afternoon I didn’t argue. The best place was down at the old lighthouse. If you walked along the beach (made of pebbles) a short ways there was a perfect viewing place. All I could hope for was that no one else would be there with us.
At least, on this point, luck was with me. As we walked towards the spot another couple was headed our way. As the guy was carrying a basket I surmised that they had enjoyed a picnic supper. Rocks had fallen from the bluffs above and had formed a small wall for people to sit on and to lean against. As we approached the place I remember wishing that I had a blanket or something soft to sit on. We found a place that was moderately comfortable and settled in. My guess is that it took about a half hour for the sun to disappear below the horizon. I don’t remember what we talked about, if anything. When I suggested that we leave, Elle said she thought she better pee first. THAT caught my attention! She asked me to check to see if anyone was headed our way and by the time I did and returned she was in the process of taking off her panties... or so I thought. It was only the pad and heavy cotton panties. I honestly thought I was going to see her with no panties but she still had on a pair. At least I got to watch her pee through them. Then she put the cotton panties and pad back on. By this point my hopes (and something else) were getting higher.
Back at my car she just wanted to talk. It was the same subject. I sensed that she agreed with my reasoning but was reluctant to commit to it. I also sensed that there was little to no chance of us getting “up close and personal” so I ended up driving home. Her parents had gone to bed so she felt safe in going in without being hassled about not coming home for supper. I went to bed totally confused. In retrospect I know I was afraid of just what an operation might mean as far as my enjoyment of her wet panties would mean. I was thinking that if it was successful that when I wanted her to give me a little pee for “lubrication” that she’d say “no”. But, at the same time I did love her for who she was. The wetness was just an added feature. But, it was a long, restless night!
I don’t think I got to see Elle Elle for more than few minutes over the next few days. Between work and working on the racecar really left little time. There was another reason. I didn’t want to go through the whole discussion thing again with her. By Friday night it had become apparent that the car would be ready to race. I was glad because I wasn’t going to be there (at work) on Saturday. During the sailing season there were two major events that took up both Saturday and Sunday and one of those was this weekend. It was called the “Territorials” and it determined who from our geographic area would go to the national championships. In spite of having done really well in local races the two previous Summers I’d managed to screw up in the Territorials. Heading into the weekend I’d not been sailing well and was even thinking of not even sailing in the event. It was my friend, Buddy, who persuaded me to go. I met him at the sailing club at just about dusk and we helped each other to unrig our boats and prepare them to be trailed to the event, an hour and a half away. Carol was also there and I, as usual, was checking her out for a VPL. We agreed to meet at 6:30am and to follow each other. John. my crew was going to be dropped off at my house so I didn’t have to worry about that. Once that was done it was back to the gas station to finish up with the racecar.
We arrived at the location of the event with time to spare. John had an upset stomach (nerves) so I was left to rig the boat by myself. Now I’d mentioned there were two major sailing events each Summer. The previous Summer, at the other event, I’d met two girls who were also racing the same kind of boat as I had. They were twins, Pam and Penny, and all I can surmise is that they had a crush on me. (I swear it’s not my ego talking) After each race they’d come over and want to talk about tactics and a lot of trivial stuff. John liked to tease me about it. In any case, as I started putting the boat together both of them walked up. As it so happened, they belonged to the sailing club where the event was taking place. Pam was definitely the aggressor and asked if there was anything she could do to help. I handed her a couple of the fastening pins that were used to hold the mast in place and asked if she’d put them in place. I was adjusting the mast and was inside the boat when I heard a soft curse. I popped my head up and didn’t see Pam. I looked over the side and saw the most glorious DP (down pants) staring up at me. She’d dropped one of the pins in the sand and was bent over from the waist looking for it. What I saw was a pair of red cotton shorts with a swatch of white about 5 inches across and maybe two inches deep (right in the middle). I didn’t say a word but just kept staring at that. What was so intriguing was that the waistband of her panties was the same as Anne (the girl I’d spent time with in Florida a few years before) had worn. I didn’t think I’d ever see them again as I surely hadn’t seen them since. I’ll say I watched for well over a minute. When she finally found the pin and stood up, the bulge in my pants was hard to hide. I don’t know if I did or not hide it but nothing was said. It was actually hard to concentrate after that. I made a conscious effort to see if she would bend over again but the best I got was a VPL of the leg opening (they were band leg cotton panties and VERY thick) I can tell you my mind was going a million miles an hour. I was surprised that those kind of panties were made for people that big. (The girls were about 5’6“ tall and maybe 125 pounds) When I’d seen Anne’s panties in Florida they were definitely much smaller because she was very petite. I’d just assumed that they didn’t come much bigger. Knowing that Anne wore them for a dribbling problem had me wondering if it was the same for Pam. I’d not even given the thought that Penny, her sister, might also be wearing the same kind of panties. Even though they were twins they’d gotten away from the ”cutesie“, same as each other, clothes. As I remember it Penny was wearing blue shorts.
To be continued...
Saturday, June 16, 2007
INTO THE "REAL" SUMMER... (Part 24f)
Knowing that Elle was scheduled to work that evening (unfortunately) I was surprised to see her drive up with Carol at around 6pm. I was working on the last of the cars to be washed for the day but stopped when they drove up. I could tell that Elle was upset by the look on her face. She asked if she could use the phone and, of course, I said ”yes“. Carol had pulled her car right up to the door of the office so I didn’t get a good look but when I saw Elle get out I noticed her run her hand down over her butt which kind of gave me a hint. I went over to the office to see what was happening and I could hear Elle pleading on the phone with Thea to come in to work for her. Hearing that, I got excited by thinking she was doing it for me so that we could have more time together that night. When she hung up I could tell that the other girl had said she’d come in for Elle by the look on her face. Elle was wearing one of her flowered Summer dresses and I was all wet and dirty so I didn’t want to get too close to her. She asked how long I’d be and, seeing Tony finishing up the car we’d been working on together, said I could probably leave in a few minutes. I went over and asked him to cover for me for the last few cars and gave Elle the ”high sign“. I watched her say good bye to Carol and then walk towards my car. Again, she ran her hand over her backside as she walked.
Once in the car I asked how things went. It was like I turned on a faucet by asking the question. As wet and dirty as I was I was surprised that she snuggled right up to me and buried her head into my shoulder, sobbing away. I’m not sure how long it was before she regained control of her emotions but I sat there, holding her and rubbing her back until she did.
When she was able to talk she told me about what had happened. Initially I thought she was upset that she’d wet herself in front of Carol, embarassing herself. That part was true but it was what happened afterwards that had her so wrought up. She told me how the wetting took place and how she’d tried to, more or less, hide it from Carol. But she couldn’t and when Carol realized what had happened she proceeded to ask Elle all sorts of questions concerning her wetting. Elle told me that it was more embarassing than the wetting itself. Carol had asked about Elle’s wetting history and, even though Elle tried to put her off, she was persistent so Elle finally told her about it.
(Now I need to bring in some background here... Carol’s parents were both Doctors. Her Mother was a general practitioner who’d gravitated towards children and teens. Her Father was a urologist. Carol was planning on following in her parents footsteps and was taking pre med courses in college. That said, on with the ”rest of the story“.)
After quizzing Elle about her wetting history and telling her about her parents and her own plans, Carol couldn’t believe that Elle’s parents had never really tried to do anything about her condition. Elle even explained that one of her Mother’s relatives had died during a simple operation and that from then on her mother had little trust of Doctors. Basically, what Carol then did was to try and convince Elle to let her Father and Mother see her (at no cost) to see if there wasn’t something they could do for her. The reason Elle was so upset was that she was fearful of going behind her Mother’s back if she took Carol up on her offer. After getting all that out to me she, again, started crying.
While sitting there holding her I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. As much as her wetting excited me when we were alone, I honestly was embarrassed when she’d have an ”accident” in public. When she finally calmed down she looked up at me and asked what I thought she should do. I remember hesitating but common sense took control and I told her that seeing Carol’s parents wasn’t really going behind her mother’s back. I told her it was just like in school when we had to do research for a paper... she was collecting information.
I couldn’t believe it when I saw Tony heading for his car. I looked at my watch and over an hour had passed. My next thought was about Elle and her need for a bathroom. I remember making some kind of comment about it and watching Elle put her hand up under her skirt. She gave me one of those “too late” looks as she slid across the seat and headed for the rest room. When she returned she explained that after some people had stopped to help them get gas that she’d been able to slip on the spare panties she always carried with her, along with a pad, and that they had caught most of her “leak”. I suggested that maybe we should head for home but she said she didn’t want to... that she was already in trouble for missing supper... and that she wanted to be with me. Of course that made me feel good but I was still in my grubby work clothes. But I wasn’t going to make a point of it.
Since the guys who helped on the racecar had been killing themselves to get it done and we weren’t racing that night, we’d all decided to take a break. The only thing was that I’d really not had anything substantial to eat since breakfast and I was famished. One of our regular customers owned a small diner right up the road so we headed for it. Elle knew one of the waitresses as she’d gone to high school with her. She’d been a foreign exchange student from Sweden who, after a year at a University at home, had returned to the US to work for the Summer. (As an aside, Tony and I would sometimes stop at the diner after the races to not only get a bite to eat but it allowed Tony lust after her. Her name was Elise and not exactly the typical Swedish girl. She wasn’t blonde but she did have “curves” and was very “friendly”. On some nights we’d get there after the lights on the road sign had been turned off. If Elise was still there she’d let us in. One night when we’d gotten there late, we walked around to the back and saw the door to the kitchen open. We saw that Elise was in the process of changing out of her uniform. I remember the bright white of her bra and panties seeming to stand out against her tanned skin. Tony was beside himself while watching (not that I wasn’t). I remember looking at her as she took our order and visualizing her standing there in just her bra and panties. But my real thoughts were on what Elle and I were going to be doing after we ate. I was excited in my anticipation, to say the least.
To be continued...
Knowing that Elle was scheduled to work that evening (unfortunately) I was surprised to see her drive up with Carol at around 6pm. I was working on the last of the cars to be washed for the day but stopped when they drove up. I could tell that Elle was upset by the look on her face. She asked if she could use the phone and, of course, I said ”yes“. Carol had pulled her car right up to the door of the office so I didn’t get a good look but when I saw Elle get out I noticed her run her hand down over her butt which kind of gave me a hint. I went over to the office to see what was happening and I could hear Elle pleading on the phone with Thea to come in to work for her. Hearing that, I got excited by thinking she was doing it for me so that we could have more time together that night. When she hung up I could tell that the other girl had said she’d come in for Elle by the look on her face. Elle was wearing one of her flowered Summer dresses and I was all wet and dirty so I didn’t want to get too close to her. She asked how long I’d be and, seeing Tony finishing up the car we’d been working on together, said I could probably leave in a few minutes. I went over and asked him to cover for me for the last few cars and gave Elle the ”high sign“. I watched her say good bye to Carol and then walk towards my car. Again, she ran her hand over her backside as she walked.
Once in the car I asked how things went. It was like I turned on a faucet by asking the question. As wet and dirty as I was I was surprised that she snuggled right up to me and buried her head into my shoulder, sobbing away. I’m not sure how long it was before she regained control of her emotions but I sat there, holding her and rubbing her back until she did.
When she was able to talk she told me about what had happened. Initially I thought she was upset that she’d wet herself in front of Carol, embarassing herself. That part was true but it was what happened afterwards that had her so wrought up. She told me how the wetting took place and how she’d tried to, more or less, hide it from Carol. But she couldn’t and when Carol realized what had happened she proceeded to ask Elle all sorts of questions concerning her wetting. Elle told me that it was more embarassing than the wetting itself. Carol had asked about Elle’s wetting history and, even though Elle tried to put her off, she was persistent so Elle finally told her about it.
(Now I need to bring in some background here... Carol’s parents were both Doctors. Her Mother was a general practitioner who’d gravitated towards children and teens. Her Father was a urologist. Carol was planning on following in her parents footsteps and was taking pre med courses in college. That said, on with the ”rest of the story“.)
After quizzing Elle about her wetting history and telling her about her parents and her own plans, Carol couldn’t believe that Elle’s parents had never really tried to do anything about her condition. Elle even explained that one of her Mother’s relatives had died during a simple operation and that from then on her mother had little trust of Doctors. Basically, what Carol then did was to try and convince Elle to let her Father and Mother see her (at no cost) to see if there wasn’t something they could do for her. The reason Elle was so upset was that she was fearful of going behind her Mother’s back if she took Carol up on her offer. After getting all that out to me she, again, started crying.
While sitting there holding her I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. As much as her wetting excited me when we were alone, I honestly was embarrassed when she’d have an ”accident” in public. When she finally calmed down she looked up at me and asked what I thought she should do. I remember hesitating but common sense took control and I told her that seeing Carol’s parents wasn’t really going behind her mother’s back. I told her it was just like in school when we had to do research for a paper... she was collecting information.
I couldn’t believe it when I saw Tony heading for his car. I looked at my watch and over an hour had passed. My next thought was about Elle and her need for a bathroom. I remember making some kind of comment about it and watching Elle put her hand up under her skirt. She gave me one of those “too late” looks as she slid across the seat and headed for the rest room. When she returned she explained that after some people had stopped to help them get gas that she’d been able to slip on the spare panties she always carried with her, along with a pad, and that they had caught most of her “leak”. I suggested that maybe we should head for home but she said she didn’t want to... that she was already in trouble for missing supper... and that she wanted to be with me. Of course that made me feel good but I was still in my grubby work clothes. But I wasn’t going to make a point of it.
Since the guys who helped on the racecar had been killing themselves to get it done and we weren’t racing that night, we’d all decided to take a break. The only thing was that I’d really not had anything substantial to eat since breakfast and I was famished. One of our regular customers owned a small diner right up the road so we headed for it. Elle knew one of the waitresses as she’d gone to high school with her. She’d been a foreign exchange student from Sweden who, after a year at a University at home, had returned to the US to work for the Summer. (As an aside, Tony and I would sometimes stop at the diner after the races to not only get a bite to eat but it allowed Tony lust after her. Her name was Elise and not exactly the typical Swedish girl. She wasn’t blonde but she did have “curves” and was very “friendly”. On some nights we’d get there after the lights on the road sign had been turned off. If Elise was still there she’d let us in. One night when we’d gotten there late, we walked around to the back and saw the door to the kitchen open. We saw that Elise was in the process of changing out of her uniform. I remember the bright white of her bra and panties seeming to stand out against her tanned skin. Tony was beside himself while watching (not that I wasn’t). I remember looking at her as she took our order and visualizing her standing there in just her bra and panties. But my real thoughts were on what Elle and I were going to be doing after we ate. I was excited in my anticipation, to say the least.
To be continued...
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
INTO THE REAL SUMMER... (Part 24e)
The next day was a very long one! I found myself wishing time away, something I seldom ever did. As I remember it, busuness was brisk so I never got a lunch break and the first time I got to see Elle was when I went over to her house after supper to drive her to work that evening. She had a brown paper bag with her that held Carol’s clothes. I was happy to see Elle, of course, but my heart was really beating fast in anticipation of not only peeking into the bag but also holding and inspecting Carol’s panties. After dropping Elle off at the drug store I pulled my car into the church parking lot.
I carefully opened the bag and right on top of the neatly folded clothes was a bra and panties. Seeing the bra was an added treat but the panties were what I coveted. I slid everything out and onto the seat. The first thing I did was to pick up the panties and to spread them out. The crotch was huge, at least from front to back. I remember wishing that I had a pair of Elle’s nylon panties to compare them to. When I turned them over, the crotch panel across the back was way big which explained why getting a VPL was so easy to see when with Carol. I then picked them up and looked inside. The label read “Van Raalte”, a brand I’d not heard of before. The size was 5, the same as Elle. I’d seen the tunnel waist elastic before but the crotch size had my complete attention. Oh how I wanted to get some of those for Elle!
On my way to Buddy’s (with the clothes) I started thinking of ways to find out just where Carol had bought the panties. Having seen her VPL’s a few times and, having seen her panties hanging on the clothes line at the end of the previous Summer, I felt that the panties in the bag were the kind she wore on a regular basis and not just a random pair. While dropping them off at Buddy’s house I casually looked around to see if it might be possible to sneak a pair off the clothes line at night if, for some reason, her mother left them out overnight. As I drove to the gas station I devised a plan that would, on a few nights, allow me to at least check the washline out. It gave me some hope as I pretty much knew I’d never be able to find out where the panties were purchased.
That night it became clearly evident the the new racecar would not be ready for Wednesday night. I decided that, in a perverse way, it was good news for I’d be able to have a night alone with Elle. However, typical for that Summer, something happened to partly derail that plan. Elle normally only went to the races with me on Saturday nights and worked on Wednesday nights. When she wanted to change her schedule she would usually do it with her Mother who also worked at the store. The fly in the ointment, if you will, was that her mother wouldn’t work the last shift. The other girl who worked there, Thea, wasn’t the most cooperative person in the world and wouldn’t commit to changing with Elle. On top of that, as it turned out, Carol invited Elle to go bathing suit shopping with her that afternoon. As innocent as that appered to be on the surface, it turned out to be quite a turning point for Elle (and me) that Summer (and beyond).
Carol picked Elle up when she finished her morning shift and they headed for the stores that Elle normally shopped, about 10 miles away. Elle seldom wore a “package” (pad, heavy cotton panties and the sanitary brief) to work as she had ready access to a bathroom. Carol had stopped into the drug store for something, and, seeing Elle, asked her, on the spur of the moment, to go with her. Elle, liking Carol and wanting to please her, said “yes“, without really thinking about her ”problem“ so wasn’t really prepared for a shopping trip. As Elle explained it to me, she had opportunities to use the bathroom while in the stores but, Carol, not finding anything she really liked, asked Elle if there was any place else they could go. The nearest town with any decent shopping was over a half hour away. That shouldn’t have been a problem except that Carol hadn’t put any gas in the car. Since all I have is a memory of what Elle told me I’ll pretty much ”cut to the quick“ here and say that before they got help, Elle had wet herself and couldn’t hide it from Carol. She, of course, was totally embarrassed. But, what happened next was to be life changing for Elle (and me).
The next day was a very long one! I found myself wishing time away, something I seldom ever did. As I remember it, busuness was brisk so I never got a lunch break and the first time I got to see Elle was when I went over to her house after supper to drive her to work that evening. She had a brown paper bag with her that held Carol’s clothes. I was happy to see Elle, of course, but my heart was really beating fast in anticipation of not only peeking into the bag but also holding and inspecting Carol’s panties. After dropping Elle off at the drug store I pulled my car into the church parking lot.
I carefully opened the bag and right on top of the neatly folded clothes was a bra and panties. Seeing the bra was an added treat but the panties were what I coveted. I slid everything out and onto the seat. The first thing I did was to pick up the panties and to spread them out. The crotch was huge, at least from front to back. I remember wishing that I had a pair of Elle’s nylon panties to compare them to. When I turned them over, the crotch panel across the back was way big which explained why getting a VPL was so easy to see when with Carol. I then picked them up and looked inside. The label read “Van Raalte”, a brand I’d not heard of before. The size was 5, the same as Elle. I’d seen the tunnel waist elastic before but the crotch size had my complete attention. Oh how I wanted to get some of those for Elle!
On my way to Buddy’s (with the clothes) I started thinking of ways to find out just where Carol had bought the panties. Having seen her VPL’s a few times and, having seen her panties hanging on the clothes line at the end of the previous Summer, I felt that the panties in the bag were the kind she wore on a regular basis and not just a random pair. While dropping them off at Buddy’s house I casually looked around to see if it might be possible to sneak a pair off the clothes line at night if, for some reason, her mother left them out overnight. As I drove to the gas station I devised a plan that would, on a few nights, allow me to at least check the washline out. It gave me some hope as I pretty much knew I’d never be able to find out where the panties were purchased.
That night it became clearly evident the the new racecar would not be ready for Wednesday night. I decided that, in a perverse way, it was good news for I’d be able to have a night alone with Elle. However, typical for that Summer, something happened to partly derail that plan. Elle normally only went to the races with me on Saturday nights and worked on Wednesday nights. When she wanted to change her schedule she would usually do it with her Mother who also worked at the store. The fly in the ointment, if you will, was that her mother wouldn’t work the last shift. The other girl who worked there, Thea, wasn’t the most cooperative person in the world and wouldn’t commit to changing with Elle. On top of that, as it turned out, Carol invited Elle to go bathing suit shopping with her that afternoon. As innocent as that appered to be on the surface, it turned out to be quite a turning point for Elle (and me) that Summer (and beyond).
Carol picked Elle up when she finished her morning shift and they headed for the stores that Elle normally shopped, about 10 miles away. Elle seldom wore a “package” (pad, heavy cotton panties and the sanitary brief) to work as she had ready access to a bathroom. Carol had stopped into the drug store for something, and, seeing Elle, asked her, on the spur of the moment, to go with her. Elle, liking Carol and wanting to please her, said “yes“, without really thinking about her ”problem“ so wasn’t really prepared for a shopping trip. As Elle explained it to me, she had opportunities to use the bathroom while in the stores but, Carol, not finding anything she really liked, asked Elle if there was any place else they could go. The nearest town with any decent shopping was over a half hour away. That shouldn’t have been a problem except that Carol hadn’t put any gas in the car. Since all I have is a memory of what Elle told me I’ll pretty much ”cut to the quick“ here and say that before they got help, Elle had wet herself and couldn’t hide it from Carol. She, of course, was totally embarrassed. But, what happened next was to be life changing for Elle (and me).
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
INTO THE "REAL" SUMMER... (Part 24d)
As I remember it, July did not start out all that well. My Grandfather’s racehorses were not doing well and neither was my racecar. I was even struggling in racing my sailboat. With my time stretched so thin I wasn’t getting to spend much time with Elle and a lot of that was interrupted by her period. It really bothered me than we had so little ”personal“ time but I didn’t know what to do about it. The only time I could count on was Sunday night, after the sailing races. Elle would finish up at work, go home and change into her bathing suit and try to get a ride to the sailing club. She was there to, more or less, greet me when I came ashore. She’d try to get in a swim while waiting. My sailing crew, John, would usually have to leave right away to get to his job so Elle was there to help me unrig the boat and to clean it up. If the races ran late, Elle usually had company in the person of Carol, my sailing friend Buddy’s girlfriend. Carol wasn’t particularly pretty and, being generous, could possibly be called ”cute”. She had a nice personality and a good figure to boot. She and Elle had hit it off from the first time they met. I liked seeing Carol for the potential of VPL’s, (she being the one who’s panties had the large crotch). I desperately wanted to find out just who made them and, every time I’d see her I’d go through a litany of wild ideas on just how to accomplish this. Carol’s parents were friends of Buddy’s parents and that’s how they met. Buddy had always spent a good portion of his Summers in the area with his parents renting a house for the season. When the opportunity came to buy the cottage behind the sailing club they jumped at it. Carol, on the other hand, had always spent her Summers at her all year round home fairly close to the city. Her only exposure to the beach and water was as a weekend guest of Buddy. As their interest in each other grew it created a conflict for Buddy. For him to see Carol during the week he had to go back to his all year round house and would have to give up his love of the water. But, this Summer Buddy’s parents were taking a trip for a few weeks and offered the cottage to Carol’s parents. That, to Buddy, was paradise.
I’m thinking that it was somewhere around the middle of the month when this took place. I do remember, after getting the boats cleaned up and put away, being invited up to the cottage for a snack and something to drink and meeting Carol’s parents. Like Buddy’s father, Carol’s father was a Doctor. I remember being impressed by the sports car in the driveway. The only reason I’d agreed to go up there was to be nice to Buddy. I really wanted to get home, cleaned up and to take off with Elle. But, Carol’s parents were charming. After a short while they invited Elle and I to join all of them for a cookout. Elle, gave me one of “those” looks that told me I better say “yes”. So, in spite of being all grubby from the salt water I agreed. Elle happened to be about the same build as Carol. Seeing that Elle was a bit uncomfortable dressed that way, she offered to loan her some clothes. I remember “jumping” on that, knowing that I’d, at last, have an opportunity to find out the brand of panties Carol wore.
Buddy and I were of a similar build so he offered me some dry clothes as well. As the evening wore on, Elle made sure she made regular, timely visits to the bathroom. At one point I sort of remember Carol’s father making a whispered “aside” to her mother along the lines of wondering if Elle had a problem. But I also remember nothing coming of it. I’ll admit that I had a good time, especially after Carol’s parents went inside leaving the four of us alone. I finally put an end to the gathering around 10pm or so, using the excuse I had to be up early for work. I really wanted to go to our old “parking” place by the abandoned garage but Elle was concerned about soiling Carol’s clothes. I tried to convince her that they were the same as her own and that they would wash up without a problem, but to no avail. We ended up out on my dock. As I remember it we just sat and looked at the water, moon and stars. In a number of ways I was “bummed”. Yes, I’d had a good time at Buddy’s, BUT, my personal time with Elle was nothing like what I’d been hoping for. The only thing that I had going for me was that Elle was wearing Carol’s panties. We’d discussed how to get her clothes back to her and, since my work was only minutes away from Buddy’s bungalow, it made sense for me to do it. I WAS excited about that!
In spite of being so very conscientious about regular bathroom visits at Buddy’s, she’d lost track of time once we were out on the dock. We made it to the steps up to the lawn when she let out a little sound of distress. I knew immediately (as did Elle) what was about to happen. Carol had given Elle a pair of khaki shorts and, even though it was dark, there was enough ambient light to watch a dark spot appear in her crotch area and down to the cuffs. Instant bulge! We stood there for a few minutes before I stepped up, took her in my arms and kissed her. I’d guess it was only a minute or so later before my fingers were up under the cuffs of the shorts and onto the panties. I think that maybe because they weren’t Elle’s it made it a bit more exciting. The biggest problem was that we were standing right in front of the front porch of my house. Looking through the windows I could see that the only lights that were on were the ones my parents left on for me after they went to bed. But Elle was uncomfortable so my euphoria was short lived. When we got over to her house she didn’t want to continue so that was it for me for the night. I remember walking home a being very anxious for the next evening to come so I could finally see Carols panties, up close and personal.
As I remember it, July did not start out all that well. My Grandfather’s racehorses were not doing well and neither was my racecar. I was even struggling in racing my sailboat. With my time stretched so thin I wasn’t getting to spend much time with Elle and a lot of that was interrupted by her period. It really bothered me than we had so little ”personal“ time but I didn’t know what to do about it. The only time I could count on was Sunday night, after the sailing races. Elle would finish up at work, go home and change into her bathing suit and try to get a ride to the sailing club. She was there to, more or less, greet me when I came ashore. She’d try to get in a swim while waiting. My sailing crew, John, would usually have to leave right away to get to his job so Elle was there to help me unrig the boat and to clean it up. If the races ran late, Elle usually had company in the person of Carol, my sailing friend Buddy’s girlfriend. Carol wasn’t particularly pretty and, being generous, could possibly be called ”cute”. She had a nice personality and a good figure to boot. She and Elle had hit it off from the first time they met. I liked seeing Carol for the potential of VPL’s, (she being the one who’s panties had the large crotch). I desperately wanted to find out just who made them and, every time I’d see her I’d go through a litany of wild ideas on just how to accomplish this. Carol’s parents were friends of Buddy’s parents and that’s how they met. Buddy had always spent a good portion of his Summers in the area with his parents renting a house for the season. When the opportunity came to buy the cottage behind the sailing club they jumped at it. Carol, on the other hand, had always spent her Summers at her all year round home fairly close to the city. Her only exposure to the beach and water was as a weekend guest of Buddy. As their interest in each other grew it created a conflict for Buddy. For him to see Carol during the week he had to go back to his all year round house and would have to give up his love of the water. But, this Summer Buddy’s parents were taking a trip for a few weeks and offered the cottage to Carol’s parents. That, to Buddy, was paradise.
I’m thinking that it was somewhere around the middle of the month when this took place. I do remember, after getting the boats cleaned up and put away, being invited up to the cottage for a snack and something to drink and meeting Carol’s parents. Like Buddy’s father, Carol’s father was a Doctor. I remember being impressed by the sports car in the driveway. The only reason I’d agreed to go up there was to be nice to Buddy. I really wanted to get home, cleaned up and to take off with Elle. But, Carol’s parents were charming. After a short while they invited Elle and I to join all of them for a cookout. Elle, gave me one of “those” looks that told me I better say “yes”. So, in spite of being all grubby from the salt water I agreed. Elle happened to be about the same build as Carol. Seeing that Elle was a bit uncomfortable dressed that way, she offered to loan her some clothes. I remember “jumping” on that, knowing that I’d, at last, have an opportunity to find out the brand of panties Carol wore.
Buddy and I were of a similar build so he offered me some dry clothes as well. As the evening wore on, Elle made sure she made regular, timely visits to the bathroom. At one point I sort of remember Carol’s father making a whispered “aside” to her mother along the lines of wondering if Elle had a problem. But I also remember nothing coming of it. I’ll admit that I had a good time, especially after Carol’s parents went inside leaving the four of us alone. I finally put an end to the gathering around 10pm or so, using the excuse I had to be up early for work. I really wanted to go to our old “parking” place by the abandoned garage but Elle was concerned about soiling Carol’s clothes. I tried to convince her that they were the same as her own and that they would wash up without a problem, but to no avail. We ended up out on my dock. As I remember it we just sat and looked at the water, moon and stars. In a number of ways I was “bummed”. Yes, I’d had a good time at Buddy’s, BUT, my personal time with Elle was nothing like what I’d been hoping for. The only thing that I had going for me was that Elle was wearing Carol’s panties. We’d discussed how to get her clothes back to her and, since my work was only minutes away from Buddy’s bungalow, it made sense for me to do it. I WAS excited about that!
In spite of being so very conscientious about regular bathroom visits at Buddy’s, she’d lost track of time once we were out on the dock. We made it to the steps up to the lawn when she let out a little sound of distress. I knew immediately (as did Elle) what was about to happen. Carol had given Elle a pair of khaki shorts and, even though it was dark, there was enough ambient light to watch a dark spot appear in her crotch area and down to the cuffs. Instant bulge! We stood there for a few minutes before I stepped up, took her in my arms and kissed her. I’d guess it was only a minute or so later before my fingers were up under the cuffs of the shorts and onto the panties. I think that maybe because they weren’t Elle’s it made it a bit more exciting. The biggest problem was that we were standing right in front of the front porch of my house. Looking through the windows I could see that the only lights that were on were the ones my parents left on for me after they went to bed. But Elle was uncomfortable so my euphoria was short lived. When we got over to her house she didn’t want to continue so that was it for me for the night. I remember walking home a being very anxious for the next evening to come so I could finally see Carols panties, up close and personal.
Monday, May 28, 2007
INTO THE "REAL" SUMMER (Part 24c)
It’s really hard to do this without some sort of timeline to guide me so I’ll relate a few ”interesting“ (at least to me) experiences with the car wash.
There were three ways to get a car wash... 1) pay; 2) basically fill up your car with gas and get it free or 3) have you car repaired or serviced and also get it for free. The most popular was to get it for free by purchasing gas. The customers had the option of driving the car into the car was bay or having one of us do it. As I remember it most of the males drove their car in and stayed inside as the car was being washed. Most of the ladies, for whatever reason, wanted us to do it. I liked that because, since skirts and dresses were the norm for that time period, I’d often get a peek, or what I called a “free show” of the ladies panties as they’d turn in the seat to slide out. I’d say I averaged at least a couple every day we were open. It was nice!
Cliff, the station owner had been right in thinking that he’d get increased gas business due to the car wash. One of the new customers was the wife of the local bank’s President. There was a lot of rumors (small town) about her covering a multitude of things. One that was pervasive was that she was an alcoholic. I’d only seen her at the station early in the mornings and nothing had indicated that condition to me. But, when it manifested itself, it was obvious. It was late in the afternoon and, as I remember it, it had been a slow day as it looked like rain. I first saw her car (a big Cadillac) headed across the apron towards the gas pumps. I distinctly remember “freezing” on the spot as I thought, for sure, the car was going to hit them. Somehow she missed them, stopping in front of the car wash. There was dirt and mud all along the side of the car. She yelled at me that she had to get the car washed. Other than seeing her wild arrival I had no idea she was drunk. I asked if she wanted me to drive the car into the bay for her. That started a tirade of foul language directed at me. “You dummy!” was probably the least offensive thing she said. But, with all that she didn’t move from behind the seat. I looked around for Cliff to help me out but he was no where in sight. I finally got her to slide over to the other side so I could get in. I got the car positioned properly and asked if she wanted to remain in the car and, as I remember it, she didn’t answer. After making sure all the windows were up I started the machine. It was a rectangular hoop that was lowered around the car a total of three times. The first was to wet it and the second spewed out the soap. After that I had to run around the car with this big, soft mitt, scrubbing the car as I went. As the hoop was on it’s way down with the soapy mixture, the woman decided she wanted to get out of the car. There was no way to stop the process without running to the back room and throwing the breaker switch on the electric panel. By the time I got there the damage had been done. The woman was covered with soapy foam... and screaming at the top of her lungs. She wanted to see Cliff and started towards the open door, The problem was that, besides her being drunk, the floor was slippery from the soap. She made about three or four steps before falling. Then, when she tried to get up she ended up on her backside with her legs in the air. Even though she was a middle aged woman, getting not just a peek at her panties but a full view was quite a thrill. I offered to help her but she just kept calling me names and told me to stay away from her. If I were to guess I’d say she fell four times giving me the full picture each time. When she crawled outside and to the back of her car she was really a mess.
Cliff had been on a road call and arrived shortly thereafter. He tried to appease her but to no avail. When he realized her condition (drunk), he called her husband at the bank. I know he didn’t pick her up and I also know she never came into the station (at least while I was there) again.
One of Cliff’s friends was getting married that Summer. His fiancee had a child and his car, a 2 door Ford coupe, just wasn’t big enough. He’d knew someone who had 1954 Mercury. I loved the lines of that car but there was no way I was ever going to have enough money to buy one. But that didn’t stop me from coveting one anyway. Tom, the friend, had gotten permission from the owner to have Cliff and his mechanics check it over. When they were done I asked if I could drive it around to the back of the station so as to make room out front. WOW! I was excited. I remember sitting behind the wheel, fantasizing that I was speeding down the road in it. I also remember looking over all the details... radio, dash instruments, upholstery etc. Ahh... but it was not to be, for me.
Cliff must’ve called Tom to tell him that it appeared to be in good shape because, just as I was about to shut the car wash down for the night Cliff told me to wash the car. He also told me to clean up the floors on the inside as best I could. We didn’t have a vacuum at that point in time so I used a small wisk broom. As I was doing the drivers side I saw something white under the seat. I pulled it out and found a pair of panties in my hand. I checked to see if Cliff or anyone else was nearby before “inspecting” them. The first thing I found was stains in the crotch. It didn’t appear to be pee so that left only one other choice. My immediate thought was that the guy who owned the car was onto something good. The next thing I did was to inspect the label. It read “Mojud” on one side and “100% Rayon on the other. They felt like nylon to me. I wondered just what the difference was. As I spread them out on the floor they seemed a little bigger that Elle’s so I checked to see if the size was marked anywhere else. No luck. My next thought was to stuff them into my pants pocket. In cleaning up the car it seemed like anything of value was gone... nothing in the glove compartment and nothing but the jack and spare tire in the trunk. So that’s where they went... to be added to my collection. The only negative thing was that I had no idea what the girl who’d worn them looked like. A small price to pay. (3)
It’s really hard to do this without some sort of timeline to guide me so I’ll relate a few ”interesting“ (at least to me) experiences with the car wash.
There were three ways to get a car wash... 1) pay; 2) basically fill up your car with gas and get it free or 3) have you car repaired or serviced and also get it for free. The most popular was to get it for free by purchasing gas. The customers had the option of driving the car into the car was bay or having one of us do it. As I remember it most of the males drove their car in and stayed inside as the car was being washed. Most of the ladies, for whatever reason, wanted us to do it. I liked that because, since skirts and dresses were the norm for that time period, I’d often get a peek, or what I called a “free show” of the ladies panties as they’d turn in the seat to slide out. I’d say I averaged at least a couple every day we were open. It was nice!
Cliff, the station owner had been right in thinking that he’d get increased gas business due to the car wash. One of the new customers was the wife of the local bank’s President. There was a lot of rumors (small town) about her covering a multitude of things. One that was pervasive was that she was an alcoholic. I’d only seen her at the station early in the mornings and nothing had indicated that condition to me. But, when it manifested itself, it was obvious. It was late in the afternoon and, as I remember it, it had been a slow day as it looked like rain. I first saw her car (a big Cadillac) headed across the apron towards the gas pumps. I distinctly remember “freezing” on the spot as I thought, for sure, the car was going to hit them. Somehow she missed them, stopping in front of the car wash. There was dirt and mud all along the side of the car. She yelled at me that she had to get the car washed. Other than seeing her wild arrival I had no idea she was drunk. I asked if she wanted me to drive the car into the bay for her. That started a tirade of foul language directed at me. “You dummy!” was probably the least offensive thing she said. But, with all that she didn’t move from behind the seat. I looked around for Cliff to help me out but he was no where in sight. I finally got her to slide over to the other side so I could get in. I got the car positioned properly and asked if she wanted to remain in the car and, as I remember it, she didn’t answer. After making sure all the windows were up I started the machine. It was a rectangular hoop that was lowered around the car a total of three times. The first was to wet it and the second spewed out the soap. After that I had to run around the car with this big, soft mitt, scrubbing the car as I went. As the hoop was on it’s way down with the soapy mixture, the woman decided she wanted to get out of the car. There was no way to stop the process without running to the back room and throwing the breaker switch on the electric panel. By the time I got there the damage had been done. The woman was covered with soapy foam... and screaming at the top of her lungs. She wanted to see Cliff and started towards the open door, The problem was that, besides her being drunk, the floor was slippery from the soap. She made about three or four steps before falling. Then, when she tried to get up she ended up on her backside with her legs in the air. Even though she was a middle aged woman, getting not just a peek at her panties but a full view was quite a thrill. I offered to help her but she just kept calling me names and told me to stay away from her. If I were to guess I’d say she fell four times giving me the full picture each time. When she crawled outside and to the back of her car she was really a mess.
Cliff had been on a road call and arrived shortly thereafter. He tried to appease her but to no avail. When he realized her condition (drunk), he called her husband at the bank. I know he didn’t pick her up and I also know she never came into the station (at least while I was there) again.
One of Cliff’s friends was getting married that Summer. His fiancee had a child and his car, a 2 door Ford coupe, just wasn’t big enough. He’d knew someone who had 1954 Mercury. I loved the lines of that car but there was no way I was ever going to have enough money to buy one. But that didn’t stop me from coveting one anyway. Tom, the friend, had gotten permission from the owner to have Cliff and his mechanics check it over. When they were done I asked if I could drive it around to the back of the station so as to make room out front. WOW! I was excited. I remember sitting behind the wheel, fantasizing that I was speeding down the road in it. I also remember looking over all the details... radio, dash instruments, upholstery etc. Ahh... but it was not to be, for me.
Cliff must’ve called Tom to tell him that it appeared to be in good shape because, just as I was about to shut the car wash down for the night Cliff told me to wash the car. He also told me to clean up the floors on the inside as best I could. We didn’t have a vacuum at that point in time so I used a small wisk broom. As I was doing the drivers side I saw something white under the seat. I pulled it out and found a pair of panties in my hand. I checked to see if Cliff or anyone else was nearby before “inspecting” them. The first thing I found was stains in the crotch. It didn’t appear to be pee so that left only one other choice. My immediate thought was that the guy who owned the car was onto something good. The next thing I did was to inspect the label. It read “Mojud” on one side and “100% Rayon on the other. They felt like nylon to me. I wondered just what the difference was. As I spread them out on the floor they seemed a little bigger that Elle’s so I checked to see if the size was marked anywhere else. No luck. My next thought was to stuff them into my pants pocket. In cleaning up the car it seemed like anything of value was gone... nothing in the glove compartment and nothing but the jack and spare tire in the trunk. So that’s where they went... to be added to my collection. The only negative thing was that I had no idea what the girl who’d worn them looked like. A small price to pay. (3)
Thursday, May 24, 2007
INTO THE "REAL" SUMMER... (Part 24b)
Elle and I hadn’t really been out on a “date” since we’d come home. During the previous Summer we often went to the movies on Sunday night. With all that I had going on in my life at that time it seemed like a good idea. The more I thought about it, the more I looked forward to it... so much though that I found myself with a “soft” bulge in my pants.
We decided to go to the 7pm show but had no idea what was playing. So, when we walked up to the theater I remember both of us looking at the posters and shaking our heads negatively. That meant we had a lot of daylight time on our hands. We decided to take a small ferry boat that ran between the mainland and a small inhabited island. Even though it was a bit cool out it was still nice to be outside. Elle, as usual, wore a skirt. When the ferry left the slip we stood up front to get a good view but the moving air was just too cool for Elle. There was a small enclosed room for passengers up over the cars. As we climbed up the stairs, a puff of wind caught Elle’s skirt and blew it up around her waist. I already knew that she was wearing nylon panties (just for me) but seeing them in this way was a turn on just the same. Once in the room we found ourselves alone. Being turned on by seeing her panties I just had to take advantage of it. She resisted because, in her mind, she was still “out in public”. But I was able to overcome her resistance and, although nothing really “interesting“ took place, by the time the ferry arrived at the island my bulge was very noticeable. Because we were ”in public“ I remember Elle thinking my condition was quite funny.
The island was where the regional sailing championships had taken place the previous Summer. Elle had been there on the last day but, because I’d had the boat and car we’d not done any ”exploring“. With nothing to lose we decided to just walk around the area. I’ll admit that I’d been keeping track of the time since we left home and knew it wouldn’t be long until Elle needed a toilet. If we’d been in a position where there was a chance of being around other people I would’ve made and effort to remind her of the time. But, and I’ll admit it was selfish of me, I didn’t, and as I thought of what was soon to happen I could feel my bulge growing. We found a gazebo at the end of the road we were on that overlooked the harbor. With the sun starting to set and the clear blue skies it was a ”Kodak moment“. It was probably a 20 or so minute walk to the yacht club where there was a ladies room. I remember debating with myself on weather to plant the idea in her mind about the time. But I didn’t and ended up being somewhat rewarded for it. We were there, in the gazebo, for probably 10 minutes or so. When we started back down the road I remember Elle letting out some sort of sound indicating something was wrong. Again, I’ll admit that I was excited at the prospect of what was to happen. We hadn’t seen anybody at all when we’d walked to the gazebo and no one while there.
I played ”dumb“ when she let out her sound and asked what was wrong. She asked me what time it was and seemed truly surprised how late it was. But that was the ”trigger“. Once she realized how long it’d been since she’d last been to the bathroom and, on top of what had probably been a small ”leak“, it was panicsville. I remember her looking in all directions around where we were standing. I also remember her asking where she should go as she knew she was going to pee. I know my bulge was visable because I remember hurting "down there". I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her back towards the gazebo. I, more or less, dragged her around to the front of the gazebo. It was on a slightly sloped grassy knoll. The floor of the gazebo was right at my shoulder height so I could see if anyone was headed in our direction. Once there I told her to go, that no one could see what she was doing. As I told her that I could feel a ”pulsing“ in my groin area. I couldn’t believe it. Here she was, about to pee her panties, and I’m coming in my pants. I’d not touched myself to have caused it and was totally puzzled. I honestly don’t remember anything about her peeing. I was too concerned about what was going on in my own pants to pay attention to her.
When it was all over, for both of us, it was pretty embarrassing. Because of hurrying and then ending up on a slope, Elle’s pee had mostly run down one leg and flooded her sock and shoe. For me, all I could see was an ever widening wet spot just above my crotch. I don’t remember if we laughed while still there but we did much later on. We ended up sitting on the grass, leaning against the latticework that covered the underpart of the gazebo. I remember Elle taking off her sock and wringing the pee out of it and, after a few minutes, persuading her to lift her knees up and spreading her legs so I could see her panties. I can still see that image today.
Elle, in anticipation of what we’d probably do after the movies, had brought a pair of the Carter’s cotton panties to put on for our trip home. When we finally decided to leave she did slip them on. Convinced that no one could see us she did give me a ”show“ when she pulled them on over the nylon ones. When she was pulling the cotton panties up I got a really good look at the now just damp nylon panties and could see just how far the wetness had wicked up. Being a natural blond. her pubic hair was so light that I couldn’t really make it out. But, by then I’d recovered enough to feel my bulge beginning all over again.
Elle had no problem when we got back to the ferry for the return trip to the mainland. She’d taken off her other sock and her damp panties were covered by her skirt. For me, it was a different story. As soon as we saw people I walked up close to Elle, trying to hide the wet spot which had grown to the size of an orange. Elle thought it was funny and I remember her saying something along the lines of it being good for me. That I deserved to find out what she had to go through. I couldn’t really disagree except for the fact that, in most cases, she wore skirts or dresses which hid her problem. In retrospect, the whole incident made for a very memorable incident.
Elle and I hadn’t really been out on a “date” since we’d come home. During the previous Summer we often went to the movies on Sunday night. With all that I had going on in my life at that time it seemed like a good idea. The more I thought about it, the more I looked forward to it... so much though that I found myself with a “soft” bulge in my pants.
We decided to go to the 7pm show but had no idea what was playing. So, when we walked up to the theater I remember both of us looking at the posters and shaking our heads negatively. That meant we had a lot of daylight time on our hands. We decided to take a small ferry boat that ran between the mainland and a small inhabited island. Even though it was a bit cool out it was still nice to be outside. Elle, as usual, wore a skirt. When the ferry left the slip we stood up front to get a good view but the moving air was just too cool for Elle. There was a small enclosed room for passengers up over the cars. As we climbed up the stairs, a puff of wind caught Elle’s skirt and blew it up around her waist. I already knew that she was wearing nylon panties (just for me) but seeing them in this way was a turn on just the same. Once in the room we found ourselves alone. Being turned on by seeing her panties I just had to take advantage of it. She resisted because, in her mind, she was still “out in public”. But I was able to overcome her resistance and, although nothing really “interesting“ took place, by the time the ferry arrived at the island my bulge was very noticeable. Because we were ”in public“ I remember Elle thinking my condition was quite funny.
The island was where the regional sailing championships had taken place the previous Summer. Elle had been there on the last day but, because I’d had the boat and car we’d not done any ”exploring“. With nothing to lose we decided to just walk around the area. I’ll admit that I’d been keeping track of the time since we left home and knew it wouldn’t be long until Elle needed a toilet. If we’d been in a position where there was a chance of being around other people I would’ve made and effort to remind her of the time. But, and I’ll admit it was selfish of me, I didn’t, and as I thought of what was soon to happen I could feel my bulge growing. We found a gazebo at the end of the road we were on that overlooked the harbor. With the sun starting to set and the clear blue skies it was a ”Kodak moment“. It was probably a 20 or so minute walk to the yacht club where there was a ladies room. I remember debating with myself on weather to plant the idea in her mind about the time. But I didn’t and ended up being somewhat rewarded for it. We were there, in the gazebo, for probably 10 minutes or so. When we started back down the road I remember Elle letting out some sort of sound indicating something was wrong. Again, I’ll admit that I was excited at the prospect of what was to happen. We hadn’t seen anybody at all when we’d walked to the gazebo and no one while there.
I played ”dumb“ when she let out her sound and asked what was wrong. She asked me what time it was and seemed truly surprised how late it was. But that was the ”trigger“. Once she realized how long it’d been since she’d last been to the bathroom and, on top of what had probably been a small ”leak“, it was panicsville. I remember her looking in all directions around where we were standing. I also remember her asking where she should go as she knew she was going to pee. I know my bulge was visable because I remember hurting "down there". I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her back towards the gazebo. I, more or less, dragged her around to the front of the gazebo. It was on a slightly sloped grassy knoll. The floor of the gazebo was right at my shoulder height so I could see if anyone was headed in our direction. Once there I told her to go, that no one could see what she was doing. As I told her that I could feel a ”pulsing“ in my groin area. I couldn’t believe it. Here she was, about to pee her panties, and I’m coming in my pants. I’d not touched myself to have caused it and was totally puzzled. I honestly don’t remember anything about her peeing. I was too concerned about what was going on in my own pants to pay attention to her.
When it was all over, for both of us, it was pretty embarrassing. Because of hurrying and then ending up on a slope, Elle’s pee had mostly run down one leg and flooded her sock and shoe. For me, all I could see was an ever widening wet spot just above my crotch. I don’t remember if we laughed while still there but we did much later on. We ended up sitting on the grass, leaning against the latticework that covered the underpart of the gazebo. I remember Elle taking off her sock and wringing the pee out of it and, after a few minutes, persuading her to lift her knees up and spreading her legs so I could see her panties. I can still see that image today.
Elle, in anticipation of what we’d probably do after the movies, had brought a pair of the Carter’s cotton panties to put on for our trip home. When we finally decided to leave she did slip them on. Convinced that no one could see us she did give me a ”show“ when she pulled them on over the nylon ones. When she was pulling the cotton panties up I got a really good look at the now just damp nylon panties and could see just how far the wetness had wicked up. Being a natural blond. her pubic hair was so light that I couldn’t really make it out. But, by then I’d recovered enough to feel my bulge beginning all over again.
Elle had no problem when we got back to the ferry for the return trip to the mainland. She’d taken off her other sock and her damp panties were covered by her skirt. For me, it was a different story. As soon as we saw people I walked up close to Elle, trying to hide the wet spot which had grown to the size of an orange. Elle thought it was funny and I remember her saying something along the lines of it being good for me. That I deserved to find out what she had to go through. I couldn’t really disagree except for the fact that, in most cases, she wore skirts or dresses which hid her problem. In retrospect, the whole incident made for a very memorable incident.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
INTO THE "REAL" SUMMER... Part 24a)
As I’ve previously mentioned, the area I lived in was a Summer destination. Once late Spring arrived, the Summer crowd would start to reappear on weekends and then retreat to their primamry homes during the week. But, once the local schools let out for the Summer more and more families would settle in for the Summer. The “real” Summer, as far as the “locals” viewed it, was the last few days of June up to Labor day in early September. Cliff, the owner of the gas station, managed to raise enough of a ruckus to get the new station completed in time for the Summer rush. I was thankful to be out from under the thumb of my Father (and Mother in his absence) and to get into a daily routine.
One of the attractions of the new gas station was the car wash which I was to run. As a promotional gimmick, Cliff had offered a discount for anyone filling their gas tanks. It was obvious from the outset that he had underestimated the public’s response. I was overwhelmed. After just one day Cliff realized that he had to hire more help. I had a Summer friend, Andy, who didn’t have a job. He was more than willing. We soon discovered that between the two of us we could actually more than double the output of just one person. It was also fun to work with a friend.
The first thing Elle and I did when I got my car back on the road was to go check out the previous Summer’s parking places. I was disappointed to find that a house was being built at our place at the creek. We’d abandoned it anyway but it was still a place with a lot of memories. Our abandoned garage site appeared to be the same so that was option one. The least favorite place, by the old Boy Scout camp, was still viable but certainly not desirable. We both agreed that we needed to look for some other places.
One of the first people to visit the new gas station was my sailing friend, Buddy. He’d come out to get his sailboat ready for the upcoming racing season. He asked if I was ready and I wasn’t. I hadn’t even gotten the boat out of the garage. He told me that his girlfriend, Carol, was coming out on Sunday and they were going sailing. He was hoping that Elle and I could join them. What with the racecar and going to see my Grandfather’s horses race, there really hadn’t been time to work on the boat too. But, once he put the idea in my head... I couldn’t get it out.
Cliff had originally decided not to run the car wash on Sundays because I was going to be off racing the sailboat. Even with Andy there he decided to hold to his decision. I was originally scheduled to work the gas pumps from 8am to noon on Sundays but with Andy now there I offered the hours to him. That allowed me to attempt to get the sailboat ready to go with Buddy and Carol. It took most of the morning to find all the pieces and, with Elle’s help, I was ready to leave for the sailing club before noon. Elle’s mother made some brownies to go along with the sandwaiches my mother had made us and with them in hand we were off.
The sailing club usually opened up, full time, at least a week before the official season started (the weekend closest to July 4). Sometimes it was opened for a few weekends before that but not this year. Because the air and water were still cold, Elle had decided to wear a pair of bermuda shorts and a windbreaker instead of a bathing suit. Knowing I was going to get wet putting the boats in the water, I wore a bathing suit. I “checked” Elle out as we were loading the sails into the car and, much to my disappointment, she’d decided to wear a “package”. Carol, Buddy’s girlfriend also wore shorts and, as soon as I saw her, began checking for a VPL (visible panty line). I was soon rewarded.
It only took a short time to rig and get the boats in the water. The wind, thankfully, was light and was favorable for us to head for a place Elle and I’d sailed to before. We anchored in such a way that the girls could get ashore without getting wet. As we ate I was not only able to get some VPL views of Carol, but also some very good DP’s (downpants). Seeing the VPL’s, I wanted to get some panties like Carol’s for Elle. The only thing was that I had no idea who made them. At least it was a thought for future action.
By the time we were ready to get back in the boats it had been at least three hours since Elle had used a toilet. I knew that the pad in her panties had to be wet and began wondering just how much it would hold. It didn’t take long to find out. About halfway home we had to change positions in the boat. When we did I saw the telltale lines around the leg elastics of her sanitary panties were now wet. I didn’t say anything though. Luckily for Elle, the wind came up and some wave action wet the deck where she was sitting thus hiding the pee leaks. It wasn’t as fortunate for Carol as the wetness on her butt made her light colored shorts almost translucent. The only thing better would’ve been if her shorts were totally wet. We all decided to try for another picnic before the Summer was over.
As I’ve previously mentioned, the area I lived in was a Summer destination. Once late Spring arrived, the Summer crowd would start to reappear on weekends and then retreat to their primamry homes during the week. But, once the local schools let out for the Summer more and more families would settle in for the Summer. The “real” Summer, as far as the “locals” viewed it, was the last few days of June up to Labor day in early September. Cliff, the owner of the gas station, managed to raise enough of a ruckus to get the new station completed in time for the Summer rush. I was thankful to be out from under the thumb of my Father (and Mother in his absence) and to get into a daily routine.
One of the attractions of the new gas station was the car wash which I was to run. As a promotional gimmick, Cliff had offered a discount for anyone filling their gas tanks. It was obvious from the outset that he had underestimated the public’s response. I was overwhelmed. After just one day Cliff realized that he had to hire more help. I had a Summer friend, Andy, who didn’t have a job. He was more than willing. We soon discovered that between the two of us we could actually more than double the output of just one person. It was also fun to work with a friend.
The first thing Elle and I did when I got my car back on the road was to go check out the previous Summer’s parking places. I was disappointed to find that a house was being built at our place at the creek. We’d abandoned it anyway but it was still a place with a lot of memories. Our abandoned garage site appeared to be the same so that was option one. The least favorite place, by the old Boy Scout camp, was still viable but certainly not desirable. We both agreed that we needed to look for some other places.
One of the first people to visit the new gas station was my sailing friend, Buddy. He’d come out to get his sailboat ready for the upcoming racing season. He asked if I was ready and I wasn’t. I hadn’t even gotten the boat out of the garage. He told me that his girlfriend, Carol, was coming out on Sunday and they were going sailing. He was hoping that Elle and I could join them. What with the racecar and going to see my Grandfather’s horses race, there really hadn’t been time to work on the boat too. But, once he put the idea in my head... I couldn’t get it out.
Cliff had originally decided not to run the car wash on Sundays because I was going to be off racing the sailboat. Even with Andy there he decided to hold to his decision. I was originally scheduled to work the gas pumps from 8am to noon on Sundays but with Andy now there I offered the hours to him. That allowed me to attempt to get the sailboat ready to go with Buddy and Carol. It took most of the morning to find all the pieces and, with Elle’s help, I was ready to leave for the sailing club before noon. Elle’s mother made some brownies to go along with the sandwaiches my mother had made us and with them in hand we were off.
The sailing club usually opened up, full time, at least a week before the official season started (the weekend closest to July 4). Sometimes it was opened for a few weekends before that but not this year. Because the air and water were still cold, Elle had decided to wear a pair of bermuda shorts and a windbreaker instead of a bathing suit. Knowing I was going to get wet putting the boats in the water, I wore a bathing suit. I “checked” Elle out as we were loading the sails into the car and, much to my disappointment, she’d decided to wear a “package”. Carol, Buddy’s girlfriend also wore shorts and, as soon as I saw her, began checking for a VPL (visible panty line). I was soon rewarded.
It only took a short time to rig and get the boats in the water. The wind, thankfully, was light and was favorable for us to head for a place Elle and I’d sailed to before. We anchored in such a way that the girls could get ashore without getting wet. As we ate I was not only able to get some VPL views of Carol, but also some very good DP’s (downpants). Seeing the VPL’s, I wanted to get some panties like Carol’s for Elle. The only thing was that I had no idea who made them. At least it was a thought for future action.
By the time we were ready to get back in the boats it had been at least three hours since Elle had used a toilet. I knew that the pad in her panties had to be wet and began wondering just how much it would hold. It didn’t take long to find out. About halfway home we had to change positions in the boat. When we did I saw the telltale lines around the leg elastics of her sanitary panties were now wet. I didn’t say anything though. Luckily for Elle, the wind came up and some wave action wet the deck where she was sitting thus hiding the pee leaks. It wasn’t as fortunate for Carol as the wetness on her butt made her light colored shorts almost translucent. The only thing better would’ve been if her shorts were totally wet. We all decided to try for another picnic before the Summer was over.
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
SUMMER... The early weeks (Part 23)
PROLOGUE:
Like the last part of the Spring while at school, I really don’t have a timeline of events to write about. I kept no notes and, if Elle and I wrote, I have no idea where the letters are buried. Pictures, which I have been using to jog my memory, are non existent. It’s not that I don’t recall anything... it’s that I don’t remember very much or the order in which it happened. That means that some of this part will seem disjointed. It is what it is!
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One thing, for sure, is that Elle and I couldn’t wait to get home. We hadn’t seen our homes and parents since Christmas. In Elle’s case it was a bit of homesickness. Going off to college was the first time she’d really ever been away. I had the two years at boarding school, so that wasn’t a problem for me. What I was looking forward to was home cooking, my own bed and being able to see Elle every day. There were other reasons too... the opportunity to make some money certainly headed that list. The race car, my sailboat, and being able to see my Grandfather’s race horses were close behind.
Elle got home a few days before I did. I couldn’t come up with a quick and easy way to get home after final exams and ended up going to my roommate Bob’s house and my father then picked me up there. One thing I do remember from that night at Bob's was that his girlfriend, Susan, had an incredible looking younger sister. I also remember getting a quick DP (downpants) from her as well. In any case, upon arriving at home I was greeted by three pair of pastel panties hanging on our washline... and nothing else. I KNEW they weren’t my mother’s as she wore some kind of girdle. I almost gave myself away when I started to ask my father who they belonged to... but I managed to cover my gaffe. I was soon to find out that they belonged to one of the Grandchildren of the people who owned the house next door. The girl, Maggie, whose family lived in the deep South, had attended college in Boston. She had a job at home for the Summer and wouldn’t be able to spend time with her grandparents but still wanted to see (and spend time at) the water. My Mother had seen the girl standing in front of her Grandparents house (It was a Summer bungalow and hadn’t been opened for the season) looking wistfully at the water. She ended up going out to talk with her and ended up inviting her to stay for a few days. That was OK by me. Even though I only saw her for a week of two each Summer and wasn’t particularly pretty, she was a “fun person” and had always been able to blend in with the regular Summer kids. She’d also “blossomed” in a number of ways and seeing those panties was certainly a turn on.
After unloading my things from the car I went looking for Elle. She and Maggie were sitting in her back yard, talking. When I pulled up a lawn chair I picked a spot where I could get a good view of the washline. Elle must’ve saved up a lot because all the lines were full. On the line that I was facing there were at least a dozen pair of panties, mostly the Carter’s cotton ones. Even though I knew all about them I had a hard time keeping my eyes off them. One thing that was clearly evident was the yellowish tinge in the crotch of all of them. Seeing them, and knowing why they were like that, got me started on a soft, but uncomfortable, bulge.
Our area was a Summer destination. Population would grow four fold from Winter to Summer. The influx came after the local schools let out for the Summer. Since it was early June, none of the Summer regulars were there yet so we pretty much had to entertain ourselves. My mother invited Elle to dinner to eat with Maggie and me and I remember sitting on the floor of the front porch playing some sort of card game. Maggie, being a proper Southern girl, had changed into a dress for dinner and, during the game, gave me some interesting peeks. The unfortunate part about Maggie being there was that I never really got to see Elle alone but for a few minutes when I walked her home. Fortunately, Maggie left the next day. Unfortunately, I never got a chance to inspect the panties that I’d seen on the line.
As I said, our area was Summer destination. Summer help usually didn’t start work until the last week of June. Elle’s mother, who also worked at the drug store, gave up some of her hours to get Elle back in the swing of things as well as to earn some spending money. I was headed back to the gas station with what I hoped would be a very lucrative job. Cliff, the owner (and also driver of my racecar), had sold the property to the oil company that sold him the gasoline. The deal was predicated on the company building a three bay garage with an office and modern rest rooms that they would lease back to him. One of the three bays was to house a car wash and I was to “manage” that part for him. On top of my salary I was to get a commission on each car washed. I was really excited... until I got home. There had been a delay in construction and the only thing that Cliff was able to do was to pump gas. I wasn’t needed... yet.
So, here I was, faced with owing my Grandfather for the “loans” he’d made to me during the school year, and no income. That also put a crimp in just about everything I wanted to do. As much as I detested it I ended up working for my Father doing maintenance on and around the house and dock. My Father treated me just like an employee. I had to be ready to work at 8am; got a half hour for lunch and worked until 5pm. After just one day I realized how easy I’d had it when working at the market and at the gas station. I remember being incredibly thankful when Sunday finally arrived.
There just wasn’t enough time to do everything I wanted to do. My Grandfather’s horses were racing at one of the tracks just outside the city and I wanted to see them in actual races. There was the racecar to work on and, of course, Elle. I managed to, at least, eat lunch with her each day but time at night was at a premium. To see the horse races my Father and Grandfather would leave around 5:30 to 6pm and we usually didn’t get back until around midnight. Leaving at that time barely gave me a chance to shower and eat. Because the gas station was still under construction, we had to work on the racecar at one of the crew member’s homes. For a while I had a problem with my car so had to rely on rides to and from the guy’s house and was at the whim of the driver. So, in spite of wanting to be home so I could be with Elle, it wasn’t working out as I’d hoped.
Now, that’s not to say we didn’t get any quality time together but it was always under less than optimum conditions... like her front porch or on the beach if it was warm enough out at night. Not having a car really sucked! There’s nothing much in my memory bank for these few weeks that’s worth writing about so I’ll just move on...
To be continued...
PROLOGUE:
Like the last part of the Spring while at school, I really don’t have a timeline of events to write about. I kept no notes and, if Elle and I wrote, I have no idea where the letters are buried. Pictures, which I have been using to jog my memory, are non existent. It’s not that I don’t recall anything... it’s that I don’t remember very much or the order in which it happened. That means that some of this part will seem disjointed. It is what it is!
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One thing, for sure, is that Elle and I couldn’t wait to get home. We hadn’t seen our homes and parents since Christmas. In Elle’s case it was a bit of homesickness. Going off to college was the first time she’d really ever been away. I had the two years at boarding school, so that wasn’t a problem for me. What I was looking forward to was home cooking, my own bed and being able to see Elle every day. There were other reasons too... the opportunity to make some money certainly headed that list. The race car, my sailboat, and being able to see my Grandfather’s race horses were close behind.
Elle got home a few days before I did. I couldn’t come up with a quick and easy way to get home after final exams and ended up going to my roommate Bob’s house and my father then picked me up there. One thing I do remember from that night at Bob's was that his girlfriend, Susan, had an incredible looking younger sister. I also remember getting a quick DP (downpants) from her as well. In any case, upon arriving at home I was greeted by three pair of pastel panties hanging on our washline... and nothing else. I KNEW they weren’t my mother’s as she wore some kind of girdle. I almost gave myself away when I started to ask my father who they belonged to... but I managed to cover my gaffe. I was soon to find out that they belonged to one of the Grandchildren of the people who owned the house next door. The girl, Maggie, whose family lived in the deep South, had attended college in Boston. She had a job at home for the Summer and wouldn’t be able to spend time with her grandparents but still wanted to see (and spend time at) the water. My Mother had seen the girl standing in front of her Grandparents house (It was a Summer bungalow and hadn’t been opened for the season) looking wistfully at the water. She ended up going out to talk with her and ended up inviting her to stay for a few days. That was OK by me. Even though I only saw her for a week of two each Summer and wasn’t particularly pretty, she was a “fun person” and had always been able to blend in with the regular Summer kids. She’d also “blossomed” in a number of ways and seeing those panties was certainly a turn on.
After unloading my things from the car I went looking for Elle. She and Maggie were sitting in her back yard, talking. When I pulled up a lawn chair I picked a spot where I could get a good view of the washline. Elle must’ve saved up a lot because all the lines were full. On the line that I was facing there were at least a dozen pair of panties, mostly the Carter’s cotton ones. Even though I knew all about them I had a hard time keeping my eyes off them. One thing that was clearly evident was the yellowish tinge in the crotch of all of them. Seeing them, and knowing why they were like that, got me started on a soft, but uncomfortable, bulge.
Our area was a Summer destination. Population would grow four fold from Winter to Summer. The influx came after the local schools let out for the Summer. Since it was early June, none of the Summer regulars were there yet so we pretty much had to entertain ourselves. My mother invited Elle to dinner to eat with Maggie and me and I remember sitting on the floor of the front porch playing some sort of card game. Maggie, being a proper Southern girl, had changed into a dress for dinner and, during the game, gave me some interesting peeks. The unfortunate part about Maggie being there was that I never really got to see Elle alone but for a few minutes when I walked her home. Fortunately, Maggie left the next day. Unfortunately, I never got a chance to inspect the panties that I’d seen on the line.
As I said, our area was Summer destination. Summer help usually didn’t start work until the last week of June. Elle’s mother, who also worked at the drug store, gave up some of her hours to get Elle back in the swing of things as well as to earn some spending money. I was headed back to the gas station with what I hoped would be a very lucrative job. Cliff, the owner (and also driver of my racecar), had sold the property to the oil company that sold him the gasoline. The deal was predicated on the company building a three bay garage with an office and modern rest rooms that they would lease back to him. One of the three bays was to house a car wash and I was to “manage” that part for him. On top of my salary I was to get a commission on each car washed. I was really excited... until I got home. There had been a delay in construction and the only thing that Cliff was able to do was to pump gas. I wasn’t needed... yet.
So, here I was, faced with owing my Grandfather for the “loans” he’d made to me during the school year, and no income. That also put a crimp in just about everything I wanted to do. As much as I detested it I ended up working for my Father doing maintenance on and around the house and dock. My Father treated me just like an employee. I had to be ready to work at 8am; got a half hour for lunch and worked until 5pm. After just one day I realized how easy I’d had it when working at the market and at the gas station. I remember being incredibly thankful when Sunday finally arrived.
There just wasn’t enough time to do everything I wanted to do. My Grandfather’s horses were racing at one of the tracks just outside the city and I wanted to see them in actual races. There was the racecar to work on and, of course, Elle. I managed to, at least, eat lunch with her each day but time at night was at a premium. To see the horse races my Father and Grandfather would leave around 5:30 to 6pm and we usually didn’t get back until around midnight. Leaving at that time barely gave me a chance to shower and eat. Because the gas station was still under construction, we had to work on the racecar at one of the crew member’s homes. For a while I had a problem with my car so had to rely on rides to and from the guy’s house and was at the whim of the driver. So, in spite of wanting to be home so I could be with Elle, it wasn’t working out as I’d hoped.
Now, that’s not to say we didn’t get any quality time together but it was always under less than optimum conditions... like her front porch or on the beach if it was warm enough out at night. Not having a car really sucked! There’s nothing much in my memory bank for these few weeks that’s worth writing about so I’ll just move on...
To be continued...
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