AND THE HEAT GOES ON... & on (Part 175c)

AND THE HEAT GOES ON… & on (Part 175c)

As I loaded the sails and other gear in the back of the station wagon I sneaked a couple of looks towards the big sailboat hoping to get a glimpse of the two girls who were, according to the kid at the gas pump, living on board but didn’t see them. My main concern was the outboard motor because, without it, I couldn’t maneuver the boat in or out of the creek. The repair shop was closed because it was Sunday. I hated having to take it home and then returning it the next day but had no choice. I figured I’d get up early and drop it off on my way to work.

On the way home the girls (including Elle) voted for a pizza. Elle was still in her damp shorts and  I, immediately, got the idea to get in a little wet ‘play time’ while the girls showered and changed. Before heading inside they were dispatched next door to see if Kaye and the neighbors had returned from their outing. When they popped through the hedge opening shaking their heads I knew I’d have a few minutes alone for my ‘fun’. For a change Elle was a willing participant. After we got the gear stowed away in the garage we ducked behind it and out into the flower garden. I’d purchased what I called a “cemetery bench” (cast iron and painted white) for decoration. I got to it before Elle and sat down motioning for her to straddle my legs. It took but a second for her to ‘let it go’. My ‘play time’ limited as Elle was concerned the neighbors would return. But, to me it was quite exciting for her to have done it while outside and then letting me ‘visit’. Elle then headed inside to check on the girls as she was anxious to get showered and changed. When the girls returned outside it came to me that I could be there to ‘help’ Elle choose what she would wear with the priority on panties. She’d worn the bikini panties under a regular full brief panty a few times but I’d not had the advantage of seeing her in that combination. In the morning I’d be off to work when she’d take her shower and get dressed. This would be the opportunity I was looking for. I could’ve taken my shower as soon as Elle finished but I wanted to wait. While I was waiting I took a look in the closet and saw the new pack of Polaroid film sitting on top of the camera case. I was rushing to load it when Elle walked out of the bathroom and caught me with it. I didn’t say anything but gave her a wistful look. She made one of her ‘faces’ but as she walked by motioned for me to follow her up the stairs. She dictated the conditions for the picture but I didn’t mind. I chose the panties and handed them to her. It was erotic enough for me to think what a bit of ‘afternoon delight’ would be like but that was totally out of the question.
 

I settled for this...

When the neighbors and Kaye arrived back they were all excited. They had ‘discovered’ one of the area’s many firemen's carnivals and wanted to go after eating something. Elle and I had pretty much managed to avoid them but the way it was presented it was almost impossible to say “no”. From the village where the bank was located heading East there were seven of them over the course of the Summer. They varied in their size and scope. The small ones had but three rides and the largest had at least eight including a Ferris wheel and merry go round. None of Mattie’s or Martha’s kids had ever attended one and after seeing one from a side road on their afternoon excursion desperately wanted to go. We agreed to go in two cars after eating. I was not looking forward to it.

The carnivals were the prime money source for each village fire department. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to support them but my father had told me that the net proceeds to the fire departments wasn’t all that much. After that I’d pretty much decided to just make a donation where they’d get the use of all of it. Elle had looked at it as a night out and I’d give in attending only our local carnival. The one we were headed for was two villages to the East and the largest. When we pulled into the field they used for parking I was impressed by the size of the Ferris wheel. Of course the kids were impressed with all the flashing colored lights and activity. The neighbor's kids, seeing all of this for the first time, insisted on playing some of the games. Our kids, having already attended a few had been ’schooled’ as to the types of games they were allowed to play and when they saw the others playing what I called “the spinning wheel” they were upset. I’d explained how slim their chances to win were but with a situation like this they pestered Elle who finally gave in. I wasn’t very pleased with her decision but kept my mouth shut. She bought them a few chances and showed them how to place their bets. I just stood back and watched. When one of their numbers came up I couldn’t believe it. What I really couldn’t believe was that there was a special star that went along with it and that meant they could choose a prize from the top row of giant stuffed animals. That was definitely something I couldn’t (or didn’t want to) believe. After a ‘conference’, the big rabbit was selected. I had the unhappy chore of delivering it to the station wagon.

After we deposited all the kids on the Merry-go Round I asked Elle if she wanted to go on the Ferris wheel. She was not a big fan of heights but I was still able to persuade her to do it pointing out that being a clear night we’d be able to see all the way to the “point”. We knew our kids would be happy to ride the carousel multiple times and Maddie, Martha and Junior were willing to stay with them. There was still some daylight as we boarded our carriage. I was surprised that when we got to the very top we could still see the last of the sun as it disappeared. Looking in the other direction we were able to see both the “Point” and the lighthouse. It was quite a view but, again, no camera. The ride, once the wheel was fully loaded, lasted for less than five minutes and then it seemed like it was taking forever for the carriages to be unloaded. When the ride stopped and they were letting the people off Elle mentioned that she hoped it wouldn’t take too long. I immediately knew what she was really saying even though she didn’t speak the words. There wasn’t much I could say in the way of encouragement so didn’t say anything. We just sat there with the carriage rocking back and forth. Then she let out a little moan.

It wasn’t until we were on the ground that I realized that when Elle was peeing that it was falling down to the ground or whatever was under us. It was dark enough that her wetness wasn’t obvious which helped her demeanor. She told the neighbors that having spent a day in the sun and out on the water she was tired and we’d be heading home. They elected to stay. I never mentioned Elle’s ‘accident’ or made any effort to touch her all the way home. I had a brief thought about having a chance for an extension of our afternoon ‘play’ as we put the kids to bed but she was still upset from the experience on the ride. I wondered how long before I’d get another chance.

To be continued… 

          
 

AND THE HEAT GOES ON... & on (Part 175b)

AND THE HEAT GOES ON… & on (Part 175b)

Even though I knew the marina owner and his wife I didn’t know any of the people who kept their boats there. Most were outboard type with very few sailboats and cabin cruisers. Both of those type were moored in the slips that were actually located out in the creek itself. Because I’d run out of gas the first time Elle and I went for a sail I’d bought a one gallon can so I’d have more gas than what was in the tank that was built into the motor. The marina’s gas dock was out where those boats were located. While waiting for the attendant to come and pump my gas I took a look at them. The sailboat was way bigger than mine by at least fifteen feet. The bow (front) was sticking out into the creek to the point that boats moored further up the creek had to maneuver to get past. To me, it looked out of place so went over to take a closer look.

Two of the main components of a sailboat are the mast, which is vertical, and the boom, which is horizontal. Sails are attached to them and when they are hoisted become the propulsion for it. However, when anchored or tied up to a dock the sails are furled and lay on the boom. If the boat is not expected to be under way (moving) for a period of time the sail is covered. The usual covering is canvas (and 90% it royal blue) and many sailors then use it to lay another piece of canvas over it and attach the ends to the safety rails. It affords the people some respite from the sun. As I approached I could see what appeared to be clothing spread on both the sail cover and the added canvas. Still on the shore I was trying to make out exactly what they were but my attention was diverted by the sight of four legs moving about the cockpit of boat. The makeshift cover prevented me from seeing all that much of the bodies that went with the legs. I was about to return to the gas pump when I saw the lower half on one of the two… and I swear to this day what she was wearing was a pair of white bikini panties. I know that bathing suits can be white and I’ve seen many of them but by then I’d pretty much discerned that among the clothing on the canopy were two bathing suits. I wanted to stay to see if I could see more but the gas attendant was calling.

When he was pumping my gas I asked about the big sailboat and who was on it. The kid was only about 15 or 16 years old but the look on his face when he told me that among others were two teen aged girls was quite humorous. That helped to solidify my theory that what I’d seen on that person was a pair of bikinis. I didn’t get a chance to ask anything about them because the kid continued that their father was there with them. He thought the man was in the process of doing some of business with Dave, the marina owner. I knew the owner but not all that well. I also knew the neighbors (including both Elle's and my parents) to the marina were still upset that it had been allowed in the area. “Big B”, the guy I bought the sailboat from, was a very good friend of the owner and “B” had told me he was looking to expand the size and scope of it. As I walked back to Elle, the kids and the boat I looked around and couldn’t imagine what he’d be able to do with what was, in essence, a lot of dredged up sand.

Elle was wondering what had taken me so long but I kind of sloughed her off and started the outboard motor so as to get out of the boat slip and into the creek. It was really old and “B” had only given me cursory instructions on the operation of it. But, I managed to get us out of the creek and out into the bay. Once the sails had been raised Anne took the tiller to steer the boat. As I’ve written any number of times she’d taken to sailing right from the first time we’d had her out on the water. However, this boat was a lot more boat to handle than the Sunfish she was used to so I was a bit concerned. I shouldn’t have been. Even though not quite nine years old she’d already grasped the basics of sailing and how the direction of the wind dictated which way she’d be able to steer the boat. The wind for our ‘maiden voyage’ as a family in our new boat was perfect. Not too much and yet enough to keep us moving. The only problem was in getting Anne to give up the tiller to let her sister have a go at it. I was proud of her for her sailing acumen but not proud of the way she acted when she had to give up steering.

Jean, the oldest daughter had not learned half of what Anne had. It was hard to fathom why since she also professed her love of sailing and being on the water. She was a rote learner having to have things explained multiple times whereas Anne pretty much got the concept when presented. In any case, I won’t say the girls got bored but after a while they both wanted to go for a swim. Once in the water the Lightning class sailboat was not a boat that an adult could climb back aboard without difficulty. I found out the first time I tried so gave up on it from that time forward. For the kids it was easy because Elle and I could grab them by their arms and swing them aboard. So, it was only the kids who got wet. Well, that’s only partially true. By that time it was well over two hours since we’d left home. With the kids in the water Elle went up on the fore deck and sat down supposedly to keep a close watch on the kids. I knew better. As she made her way forward I could see that telltale yellow spot between her legs. She proceeded to sit down with her feet dangling over the side and all I could do was to watch knowing full well that she was peeing… and I couldn’t even see it. That didn’t stop my ’bulge’ from appearing. I knew she’d never let me’ play’ when she returned as she never did when the kids were around. So, all I could do was wait for her to return to observe the ‘damage’ on her shorts. As she stood up I could see her whole backside was wet halfway to her waist. But, when standing and coming towards me, the stain was hardly noticeable. The girls knew of their mother’s problem so there was no worry about anything being said by them so we went about hauling them back in the boat as if nothing had happened. My biggest regret was in not bringing a camera to commemorate our voyage and possibly a picture.

Up to that point we’d been lucky to have decent wind. With the kids back in the boat we felt it was time to head for home. The normal southerly hadn’t arrived and when it didn’t it usually meant the wind we had would fade as the afternoon progressed. Anne wanted to keep sailing but I told her it was my turn at the helm and pointed the boat back towards the marina. When we were back to the mouth of the creek and with the wind, such as it was, out of the  North it meant having to use the outboard motor. While under sail it had been cocked up so as not to be a drag on our progress. After putting it back in the water I tried to start it but with no success. I couldn’t understand it since it had been running only a few hours earlier. Luckily, a small power boat was entering the creek at the same time and towed us in. It was not the perfect ending but Elle and the girls agreed it had been a fun afternoon and they wanted to do it again. The big question was when?

To be continued…

Another pause...

Another pause...

My closest friend here at the retirement community where my wife and I live just died. It wasn't really that unexpected but the cause was. When he and his wife moved here my wife and I were asked to be "Good Neighbors" and to help them get assimilated into the activities. We hit if off with them right from the start. But, shortly after their arrival his wife had some heart problems and the cancer he had that had been in remission, returned. She eventually had a pacemaker to help with her heart and, after another round of chemo, his cancer went back into remission. About two weeks ago, during a check-up, his doctor was concerned about his weight loss and had him go through a series of tests. After spending a few days in the hospital he returned home and we got to visit with him for a short time. He was optimistic that the tests would identify the problem. However, yesterday he had a heart attack and died. That was totally unexpected.

They have four children and we've offered to have one of them stay with us during the period of time leading up to the funeral. I'm all for it but doing it changes a lot of the things I do daily including being able to work on Fancy Panties. Nothing has been firmed up concerning the arrangements other than I'm picking up one daughter and her husband at the airport. I've just finished rearranging the room they'll be sleeping in and am presently cleaning up my office to make it "acceptable" (according to my wife) which is a real pain in the ass. So, hopefully, I'll be back next week. 

AND THE HEAT GOES ON... & on (Part 175a)

AND THE HEAT GOES ON… & on (Part 175a)

One thing I was anxious to do was to broach my idea of having Elle start wearing the bikini panties I bought a while back while in the city. After having her friend, Aurelia, loan her a pair and getting a half hearted “I’ll think about it” answer when I asked if she’d wear them I’d been trying to find a way to ease into making it happen. It came to pass the next morning as she returned from her shower. I’d laid a pair of the satin bikinis along with a pair of regular full briefs along side of the clothes she’d picked out for the day. When she walked in and saw them she stopped for a few seconds, looked at them and made a ‘face’ and then picked the bikinis up. She never said a word and I stood and watched as she put the full briefs over them. I finished getting dressed and as I headed out the door told her to give them a try for a few days. All I got for an answer was the same ‘face’ she made when she first saw them. All I could do then was to wait until later to find out her decision.

That night I didn’t ask when I got home. She was in a good mood and told me about both hers and the kids day. I’m not the most patient person and decided to make a non verbal inquiry. As she served the dinner to the table I ran my hand over her backside and could feel she still had the bikinis on. I’m sure she knew what I was doing but she didn’t react… which was good sign. After the kids were in bed I finally asked and she made a ’non committal’ face but added that she’d wear them for the rest of the week. When I made an attempt to ‘play’ by asking for a “squirt” she just shook her head. It was typical because she liked to be in complete charge. I knew I would have to wait… but it was better than a “No!” However, what the exchange did provide was an answer to a question I didn’t have the nerve to ask… What did Martha think of the Sans Soucie panties? It was that she liked them enough to have offered Elle the money to pay for them as they had the factory applied price tag on them. Elle said she told Martha she’d  speak to me about it first. Hearing that I could almost picture her talking to me about it while wearing pair of them.

There was little to do on the race car (for a change) so it gave me more time to be home. The only thing about that was it rained three days in a row so I couldn’t do much outside. Getting home early on Wednesday paid off in that Elle allowed me to enjoy some ‘play time’. She was in the bathroom when I walked in the house and called to me. I saw her sitting on the toilet and panties around her ankles so wondered why she called for me to come in. Then she stood up. That’s when I saw the bikinis. She let me pull the full briefs up and then get a feel of the satiny wet material. While I was rubbing she whispered that she hadn’t meant to pee through her panties but had forgotten that they were on. She was smiling as she told me and, for sure, I was too. But, I didn’t ask if she’d continue to wear them choosing, reluctantly to be patient.

She volunteered on Saturday morning that she would continue to wear them if I had any more. I’d only grabbed a handful and it turned out to be but four pair. Now I was back facing the dilemma of how to get more with exposing when I kept them. It had been a week since her mother had bailed me out by showing up to watch the kids while Elle shopped. I told her there were a few more pair and then she walked on out of the room. Whew! As she did I came up with the idea of digging them out the next day… if everything worked out. All in all it was positive.

The races were rained out that night but not until we’d driven all the way to the track. We ended up getting sucked into a giant party. We’d started the idea of having food after the races and it had spread so there were probably eight or nine cars who were now doing it. Someone said we should just have a party for ourselves and… well, we did. If I’d had a way to get home I would’ve gone… but I didn’t… so was stuck there until we were kicked out. We were pretty much soaked by the time we headed for home and, because I chose not to drink I got to drive the hauler back to the garage. It was an awesome experience to drive something that was so big and to be so high up in the air as to be able to see over the cars in front of us. It was close to 2am by the time I climbed into bed.

For me, back when I was younger and racing my old sailboat, the first weekend in August was the hi-light of the Summer and something to really look forward to. There were ten sailing clubs in the area known as the “East End” with two of them being honest to goodness yacht clubs having members with big fancy power and sailing yachts. One of the clubs sponsored the biggest racing event of the Summer and I’d done quite well when competing there. However, once I sold the boat and gone to the much smaller Sunfish I had no desire to compete. Since many of the other members of our sailing club loved going there  our Sunday series of races was suspended for that giving me that Sunday off. In spite of a number of choices with what to do with the time, I was still feeling buyers remorse about buying “Big B’s” sailboat so suggested that the whole family spend the day on the water. Anne, the middle daughter was ecstatic as she was up for anything having to do with sailing. Jean, the oldest wanted to spend the day with one of her school friends but agreed to go. But it was Kaye, the youngest, who put up the most ‘noise’ saying she wanted to stay home and play with her new friend from next door. Elle always hated to ‘foist’ off our kids on friends and neighbors, especially on short notice. It was just after the noon siren when the discussion took place. Just as Elle was about to head in the neighbors direction, Mattie popped through the hedge. I was in the process of loading the gear we needed for our excursion into the station wagon so didn’t hear the conversation. After a few minutes Elle walked up with a silly grin on her face. I couldn’t imagine what that was all about but she explained that our kids had been invited to go with Mattie, Martha and their kids for ice cream at the newly opened place where they also had miniature golf. Elle said she made a quick decision not to mention it to Jean and Anne but it was OK for Kaye to go. The reason for the smile was she never had to ask and the problem was solved. What I found interesting was that when we got in the station wagon to leave the older girls never asked where their sister was.

To be continued…

A Pause...

A Pause...Too many things happening here, all at once. To start with, I'm chairman of a charity fund raising even this weekend. Then, on top of that, the storage facility where we keep our Christmas decorations (and some other junk) had a change of ownership earlier this year and they decided to renovate the area where our bin is located. It means having to move it all to another area in the facility before they open Monday morning. Add to that a couple of doctor appointments and time at the computer becomes almost non existent. I'm not sure it will matter to anybody but thought I'd mention it. I should be back on schedule next week. Until then...

Pantymaven

DEALING WITH THE HEAT... & more (Part 174dd)

DEALING WITH THE HEAT… & more (Part 174dd)

Because of the situation of the previous weekend where a number of skippers chose to, supposedly, resign, as members of the club, there were three of them that hadn’t shown up to race. That meant, with Marty there, only six boats were racing. I’d heard that he was a very good racer although in the races from the previous season he hadn’t done all that well. But, in the race I crewed for him he was the dominant boat. I hadn’t been in a Comet class boat for years and I certainly wasn’t in shape to be crewing on one but, winning makes all the pain worth it. When we got to the shore I saw Elle talking with Janie, Marty’s wife. They knew each other from the junior sailing program as she had two kids taking lessons. Thier son was also in Anne’s class in school and they had been together a few times at class functions.

At the end of the previous season I’d helped Marty move one of his reclamation projects, a Penguin class sailboat into his yard. While the women talked I asked how the rebuild was going. He tried to explain but ended up suggesting I stop by his house on the way home. Elle and I had come in separate vehicles so it wouldn’t bother Elle if I did. The women had gotten the Sunfish stored on the rack while I helped Marty and some of the others get their boats out of the water and onto their storage trailers. Marty’s house was on my way home anyway so it was an easy stop. It had been almost a year since I’d last been there but as soon as I turned in the driveway I smiled. The development was built on a natural creek and the developer squeezed out every inch of useable land he could when laying it out. That meant there were no two lots even closely the same. The houses were really nothing more than Summer cottages that had been built right after WWII. Without zoning controls to regulate how close to property lines the houses were built there were some pretty interesting configurations. One of them was right next door to Marty. The back of the house was no more than five feet from a four foot high chain link fence. What had interested me was that in that five feet they had built a T-pole clothes line and, when I’d been there the previous year there had been multiple panties hanging on it. So, with that as a memory I was anxious to see what might be hanging there this time.

There were all kinds of clothes which, upon seeing them, disappointed me. Pulling to a stop I found myself looking at a variety of both mens and women clothes along with some sheets. With only a split second to scan the whole thing I couldn’t see any panties as Marty was right in front of me waiting for me to catch up with him. As I said, the houses were really nothing more than cottages without garages. Marty had built a lean-to covered by a canvas tarpaulin to work under and when we made the turn at the corner of the house I almost couldn’t believe this was the same boat I’d helped him with a year prior. What struck me was the name, in chalk, on the transom (back/stern)… “Another One”. I had to ask and Marty made a face and told me his daughter had done it. I knew Marty liked to restore old and or abandoned wooden boats so this was his daughter’s ‘jibe’ at her father’s hobby. After pointing out some details he said he planned to race it in a Frostbite series during the Winter. That was something I’d never tried and wanted no part of so, at that point, didn’t have much to talk with him about. Janie had come around the other side of the house to tell Marty he had a phone call from his boss so I said my good byes and headed back to my car.

When I had gotten out of my car and made that quick glance at the clothes line I thought I saw some feet moving around behind the sheets. When I approached it most of the clothes were gone. When I’d been to Marty’s the previous year That closes line and a bunch of panties on it. As you know the two things I really like to know are who make the panties and, almost as important, what the woman who wore them looked like. I hesitated as I got in the car and was rewarded when the sheet that was blocking my view of the woman suddenly disappeared. The woman was concentrating on folding the sheet and wasn’t paying any attention to me. My notes say early 40’s but also had a cryptic note… “worth a 2nd look!”. From memory, I picture her with short brown hair (and that was not a popular style at the time) and definite curves. As I backed out of the driveway I was glad I’d re-connected with Marty (and Janie).

By the time I arrived home Elle had showered and was dressed. I’d been hoping she hadn’t so I could reintroduce her to the bikini panties she’d rejected . It definitely wasn’t the time to bring them up so had to put it off for a while. I really didn’t have a plan so, looked at the situation in a positive manner thinking I’d now have time to come up with one. After we’d eaten Elle went next door to invite Mattie and Martha to come to the sailing club with her the next day. She’d told me that she thought with swimming lessons behind them they’d be willing to spend time at the beach. The last time I’d spoken with Junior her gave me a hint that his sister, Mattie, still wasn’t ‘sold’ on being near water. Even though the situation when her brother drowned (he’d wandered off and fell into the lake where they were spending the Summer) was totally different there was still that twinge of fear.(58)When she returned I was really curious as to the decision. Martha was willing to go with her kids but Mattie declined. Elle said her daughter cried when she said they weren’t going. Elle told me she felt badly for having gone over but I told her she was doing what she thought was best.

I stayed awake for a while thinking of how to get Elle to, willingly, wear the bikini panties. She’d worn the ‘dribble panties’ most of the Winter and Spring but had pretty much gone back to wearing two pair of the nylon satin ones for the Summer. However, with the really hot weather she’d complained that they were “hot”. My solution was for her to put the bikini panties first and the full briefs over them. That way her stomach and lower back would only have one layer of nylon. I fell asleep convinced the idea would ‘fly’. Now, the question was when could I propose it to her without being obvious.

After a pretty mundane (that was the word in my DayTimer) day at work I was anxious to find out how Martha made out at the beach with Elle. Again, I didn’t want to be too interested so broached the subject by asking Kaye how she and her friend made out at the beach. She described something that they’d done which made little sense to me so I turned to Elle for it to be deciphered. She sort of brushed it aside and proceeded to say that Martha and her kids had a great time although adding that they’d gotten too much sun. I asked if they’d gotten wet and she smiled saying that they’d all squatted down at the waters edge. I smiled back and told her it was “progress”.

To be continued…

 

DEALING WITH THE HEAT... & more (Part 174cc)

DEALING WITH THE HEAT… & more (Part 174cc)

Any time I could get Elle to the point of thinking about something it was like a ‘win’ for me. However, I didn’t get the opportunity to pursue it right then… for two reasons. The first was that she was dressed for bed with her 'package' on and the second was she asked if I’d located the panties that she’d told Martha she could have. They were the Sans Soucie panties with the diamond shaped crotch that she’d observed on our wash line. I had told Elle I still had some but didn’t want to expose where I had my ‘stash’ so told her I’d “dig them ‘out. I hadn’t and now, with the discussion about the bikinis and the possibility of Elle wearing them, I had to. Getting to them with Elle home would be difficult so as I climbed into bed I devised my ‘plan of attack’ for the next day.

My normal Saturday had me doing both our lawn and the lawn at the church followed by a trip to the landfill (dump) and then a stop at the garage to help load the race car. Then, I’d usually have at least an hour to do other household maintenance. While I would be doing this running around Elle would do her grocery shopping. So, I decided I’d change things around to get some time alone at home with Elle not there and be able to get to the hidden space in the cedar closet in Anne’s room.

For a while I didn’t think I’d pull it off but Elle’s mother showed up and ended up offering to watch the kids while Elle did her shopping. Elle was curious as to why I was still around when she headed for the stores. I don’t think I gave her an answer but, having her gone only half solved my problem. Now I had to make sure Anne didn’t come into her room while I had all the panties out. The most logical thing would’ve been to have the girls go next door to play with the neighbor kids but with their Nana there that wasn’t going to happen. Even though it was Summer and the weather was nice, Elle’s mother was ‘holding court’ in the kitchen making cookies with them. After making ’small talk’ I finally gave up and made an excuse to go upstairs. All I could do was hope neither Anne nor Jean would decide to come upstairs. Literally, I was holding my breath as I pulled the plastic shoe boxes out from their hiding place in the cedar closet.

Once I got the drawer out and was able to reach into the space behind it I was mad at myself. I’d added any number of panties and hadn’t sorted or put them in the boxes. That meant having to pull all the loose panties out before getting to the shoe boxes. I was a bit frustrated and was perspiring as I finally got to the one shoe box with the new Globe bikinis. After taking the top off I just stuck my hand in and pulled out a few. I didn’t take time to count them as I still had to find the Sans Soucie box. I didn’t think to bring a flashlight so had to pull out a number of the cardboard boxes to be able to read the names on them. Just because I was rushed it turned out that the last one I pulled out was the one I wanted. I remembered that they came six in a box with a paper band around three so just grabbed one and started pushing everything back in the closet. That was a mistake. When I’d originally put the boxes in the space I had to try different combinations of them to have them all fit. Rushing, like I was, it wasn’t working. I was worried that one or both the girls would come looking for me to tell me the cookies were ready so I got as much as I could in the space, put the drawer back after stuffing in as many of the loose items as I could. Knowing I was taking a chance I just put the other shoe boxes on the closet floor and closed the door. My hope was that Elle wouldn’t need anything in there for a few days. I picked up the bikinis and Sans Soucie panties and headed for my dresser. One drawer was dedicated for Elles panties so I just dropped all of them in so I could get back down stairs.

I was afraid Elle’s mother would ask where I’d been but she was cleaning up the mess the kids had made with the flour when making their cookies.  I asked but was disappointed that they weren't ready to be eaten yet so made my exit. I’m a person who likes routines and mine, for the day, was now out of sync. By the time I returned home it was almost time for the crew to pick me up for the races. Elle gave me an opportunity to give her the panties for Martha when she told me the group of them had enjoyed their swimming lessons with Coach Bob. I tried to make my segue to the panties as seamless as possible with a little humor by saying he’d probably enjoyed having them, especially Martha and Mattie when they were swimming in their underwear. Elle picked up on it and asked if I’d retrieved them yet. Not wanting to seem too anxious I told her I’d dig them out after changing my clothes for the races and headed up the stairs.

She was on the phone (probably with her mother) when I came back down. I placed three pair on her lap complete with the paper band around them. I hear the horn of the race car hauler so blew her a kiss and headed out the door. While jogging down the driveway I was envisioning seeing Martha with a VPL showing off that distinctive diamond shape crotch.

My notes are pretty slim for the races. I did have it down that CJ had won and we finished seventh. The only other thing was that Freddie had a big ‘tailgate’ party after the races to celebrate his birthday. One thing I clearly remember about his crew was they sure liked to party and would go out of their way for an excuse to do so.

My notes tell me Sunday wasn’t the most pleasant of days weather wise but there was plenty of wind. Elle made the effort to compete in the first race but didn’t feel comfortable with so much wind so stayed ashore for the second. I also sailed in the first race but was asked by Marty, the guy who’d joined the club late in the season the year before, to crew for him. His wife was his usual crew but, like Elle, felt there was too much wind for her. Marty was a sailmaker by trade but a wooden boat restorer by hobby. His boat (a Comet class boat like my first one) had been one I’d learned on when taking lessons when a boy. Marty had ‘rescued’ it from the marshes of a creek near where he used to live and brought it ‘back to life’. He’d raced it a couple of times the previous Summer but the company he worked for wanted him racing a bigger boat and one that would compete with boats from all over the area as they wanted the name of the sail company to be seen by a wider number of sailors. So, in effect, this was a day off for him. He hailed me at the end of my race and asked if I’d crew for him in his second race. When I said I would his wife jumped overboard and swam to my Sunfish and I did the same swimming over to his boat. Once on board I turned to look at his wife sailing off towards shore. I’m laughing while I write this because, in her efforts to get aboard my boat her shorts had inadvertently slipped down a ways and she hadn’t gotten them all the way up to her waist. What I saw, sailing away, was a pair of light colored panties only partially covered by a pair of red shorts. It was a nice diversion but I had to get to work doing my crewing job.

To be continued…

DEALING WITH THE HEAT... & more (Part 174bb)

DEALING WITH THE HEAT… & more (Part 174bb)

Elle knocked on the gate and announced who we were. I heard Aurelia acknowledge her and thought she told her to come in. When the gate swung open I did a double-take as I saw her sitting/laying on a chaise… topless. When I saw her she was obviously searching for something to cover herself up. Unable to grab anything she did the natural thing and put her arms across her breasts. Elle, upon seeing the situation stepped in front of me and then pushed me back past the gate opening and then grabbed the gate and closed it behind her. I waited for a few minutes and then called them to find out what was happening. With no answer I slowly pushed the gate open and didn’t see anyone. What I did see was the missing top to her bathing suit. It was under the chaise. Now, as I’ve written on a number of occasions, I’m a ‘bottom man’ but not adverse to a view of the top. I was standing there trying to visualize just what I’d seen in those few seconds and remembered seeing one of her nipples. No longer young enough to be considered ‘cute’, she was definitely attractive. Older than Elle and I, she was well educated and an excellent athlete as her tennis abilities had shown. She and Elle had hit it off right from their first meeting. So, as I stood there wondering what they were doing they reappeared. Auriela was now wearing clothes and I could see Elle was wearing a different pair of shorts. She acted like nothing had happened and told me she’d drive us home. I didn’t say anything as Aurelia and Elle talked about their new group for tennis while on the way. When she left us off in the driveway it was like nothing had happened at all. All I could think was that if it had happened to Elle there would’ve been no way for her go face the person. I was impressed.

We chatted with Martha for a few minutes while Mattie rounded up our kids. After being assured that ours had behaved themselves, Elle asked about the swim lessons and that brought forth a smile. I remember her telling Elle how hard it was to find bathing suits in late July. She went on that she’d found this boutique with “all kinds of stuff” and pretty much knew she was describing my friend Judith’s place when she said she’d never seen so many clothes stuffed into such a small area. I did pick up on one of her other comments and that she would be going back when she had more time as all Summer things were on sale. Hearing her observations on the store reminded me that it had been a while since I’d been there and seen Judith. It gave me an idea. With our upcoming Bermuda trip I figured I could offer Elle a trip to the store as a ‘carrot’ if I really wanted something from her that she wasn’t willing to readily give (ie: a picture or two). Thank you Martha!

Back in the house I was finally able to ask Elle about the ’new’ shorts she was wearing. As Elle readily knew, her wetness showed when she and Aurelia went in the house and she’d insisted that Elle get washed up and change into clean and dry clothes… hers. My first thought was of the panties she was wearing. They had to be Aurelia’s. I’d not seen that much of Aurelia to have had any chance for any panty peeks other than a couple of quick ones of her tennis panties. That information made for a long evening waiting until we went to bed.

Based on the clothes I’d observed her wearing when I’d seen her I was almost sure Aurelia was not a full brief person… and I was right. I stood almost transfixed as Elle stepped out of the shorts. Even though I’d been right I’d been expecting them to be really fancy panties and they ended up being pretty common. The next step for me was to wait until Elle put on her package for the night so I could see them up close and to see who made them. When Elle went down the hall to the bathroom I got a chance to do my ‘inspection’… Modern Globe. I should’ve recognized them because I’d bought some at the Gimbel’s department store in the city on one of my monthly trips. They were also nylon satin just like the ones I’d purchased but Elle had never worn. I thought it was interesting in that I’d never seen them any place but at Gimbel’s .Thinking about it for a few seconds (and almost getting caught with the panties in my hands) I remembered that before moving to our town she and her husband lived near the city. Then it made sense to me.

The problem with leaving the sailboat at Aurelia’s was in having to go get it and bringing it back to Dave’s marina. I won’t go into all the machinations necessary to get that done. It ended up happening on Friday after work. Reluctantly, I allowed my two older girls, Jean and Anne, to join me in sailing the boat back. We called Aurelia to check on the wind and she said there was enough to make it back while under sail. Elle was the ‘wheels’ to take us to Aurelia’s and then to go to the marina to wait for us to get there. The girls were excited to go, especially Anne who wasted no time in wanting to “steer” the boat. It was a memorable trip. I’d told Elle that it would take about an hour but Anne would have none of it. She’d never been in a sailboat with two sails let alone steer one. But, if you remember past writings where I observed that from the outset of lessons she was a ‘natural’. This trip proved it. It was almost dark when we pulled into the creek where the marina was located. This was before cell phones and there was no way to let Elle know we were OK. But, being a mother and us being late she was almost out of her mind.

The marina office was closed and unless you requested a key for the rest rooms they were kept locked. We’d left home before 6pm and it was probably close to 9pm as I tied up to the slip. Elle was out on the dock and even in the dusk I could see she was wet. I knew I’d never get the story so didn’t bother to ask. I tried putting a positive ‘spin’ on why we’d taken so long but it was no use. Even Anne, still ‘pumped’ after steering the most for well over an hour, couldn’t get through to her. On the way home I got to thinking about how little thought I’d put into making the decision to buy the boat. There was little free time to use it what with my ‘chores’ on Saturday mornings and then it was off to the stock car races in the afternoon. Sundays were also filled what with church in the morning and sailboat races in the afternoon. But, we’d had a nice two plus hour sail after supper and I got to thinking this might be the way to go. In any case it was now mine and, somehow, I’d have to find a way to use it.

By the time the girls were in bed Elle had calmed down and, without asking explained why she was so upset. When she realized she had a ‘problem’ the across the street neighbor of her parents saw her and wanted to talk with her. She had no way to ‘escape’ them and ended up wetting herself pretty much in front of them. I felt badly for her. Even though I liked my ‘pee play’ with her I never wanted her to be embarrassed. I made an attempt to sooth her and she accepted my concern which led me to taking a chance and asking about wearing the bikinis and how she liked them. She didn’t jump up and down raving about them but said she’d had no problem. It was then that I reminded her that I’d bought some for her but she didn’t want to wear them. She thought for a few seconds and said she might think about wearing them. I was all for it.

To be continued…

DEALING WITH THE HEAT... & more (Part 174aa)

DEALING WITH THE HEAT… & more (Part 174aa)

As anxious as I was for us to be on our way we had to wait for Elle’s mother to arrive. I’d not been involved in making those arrangements and, somewhat frustrated when she hadn’t arrived by 9am I asked Elle when she’d be arriving. Elle, obviously not as excited as I was about what lay ahead (hopefully), answered that she’d told her mother to come on over when she’d finished her errands. It was not what I wanted to hear. I rationalized the situation with the fact that there was usually very light wind early and it really wouldn’t matter in the ‘big picture’. The one positive thing that came from getting a late start was the opportunity to convince Elle not to wear “dribble panties’ but to wear two pair of her nylon satin ones. As we ‘discussed’ it I could see the sly smile on her face and with it pretty much knew it would be a good time.

Elle made up some lemonade along with some sandwiches for our lunch. The delay also gave me the opportunity to add some more sugar to the lemonade as she preferred it to be on the sour side. Everything for the trip was loaded in the station wagon (including the Polaroid camera) when Elle’s mother finally arrived a little after 10am. At the marina I was pleased to see we had a northerly breeze blowing hard enough to propel us without using the outboard motor. Once out into the bay I started pressuring Elle to take off her shorts using the argument that no one could see inside the boat unless they were actually along side. But, my pleadings went for naught until we were far enough off shore where she could no longer make out people. As far as other boats were concerned it was a big enough bay that I could choose an area that didn’t have much, if any, ‘traffic’. She finally gave in and as I saw the white of her panties I could feel the ‘rise’ in my bathing suit. Even though I got to see Elle in her panties every day, for the most part they were either the Carter’s ribbed cotton Spanky Pants she wore in her ‘package’ each night or her “dribble panties” when I was home when she got ready for bed. It was really nice to see her wearing regular panties and for it to be two pair as I preferred. 

We’d been sailing for well over an hour when the wind died to almost nothing. With it out of the North I could actually hear the noon siren from the shore. In the past we’d we’d drop anchor and lower the sail when we’d stop to eat. But, we were hardly moving and were in deep enough water that I wasn’t sure the anchor would reach the bottom. I decided to leave the sails up while we ate. By then I’d convinced Elle to take off her top but she refused to take off her bra. But, I was still happy with the situation. The cooler with the food was stowed under the foredeck so had Elle go to retrieve it. When she got down on her knees I had a fantastic backside view of her panties and immediately was kicking myself for not thinking ahead and having the camera ready. When she pulled her head back out from under the deck I was getting the camera ready. She didn’t mind and actually thought I’d gotten a picture but when I asked her to go back to where she’d been she was a little upset wanting to know why if I had taken a picture. I had to explain that I didn’t have the camera ready and, after making a ‘face’, returned to the position I wanted her in.

           

a perfect position...

note the two panties...

 After getting the picture I wanted and with her right there I asked her to climb up on the foredeck for another. She said she’d think about it… but after she ate. Now, It had been about two hours since we’d left the marina and I knew she’d soon have to pee. When we’d used “Big B’s” boat in the past I’d made sure that when she did pee it was over the side so there wouldn’t be any in the boat. I reminded her of it and, again, after making a ‘face’ agreed and turned and headed for the foredeck. I was about to get the picture I wanted but before she made the climb up she told me that it would be the last one of the day. I asked “Why?” And her answer was the same that the kids often got… “Because I said so…”. She headed on up and I got the picture.

While eating I kept trying to come up with a way to convince her to let me have at least one more picture. As I remember it we pretty much ate without speaking. Try as I might I couldn’t come up with any feasible idea to even propose to her. We just sat there for a while waiting for the wind to return when she brought up our Bermuda trip. That convinced me to stop trying and to wait until Bermuda where we’d have five days and four nights. In the past while away from home she’d let me have quite a few so that became my plan. The one positive thing that came from the conversation was to remind me to find the brochures on the place we’d be staying. I couldn’t really answer most of her questions. In fact, I hadn’t stopped at Gertrude’s travel agency to confirm out plane tickets so that was something else to do.

It was an atypical day as far as the wind was concerned. On most days, at somewhere between noon and 2pm, the wind would switch to the Southwest and start blowing between 8 and 12 miles per hour. We hadn’t moved very far from where we’d eaten lunch and, in thinking about it, most of that was due to the tide going out. I was getting concerned even though I had the small outboard. It was meant to get us in and out of the marina and the only gas I had was what was in the built in tank. As I’d written, we were not in a well travelled area of the bay and I started thinking about what was the best way to proceed. I was pretty sure we could make it to shore and, if lucky, make it to one of the creeks that lined the bay. Elle was ‘pushing’ for me to do something because even though Mattie and Martha were looking after our kids, Elle had told them we’d be home by 5pm. With both of us with other things on our minds any chance for ‘playing’ had gone by the wayside. It was around 3pm when I finally cranked up the engine. It was only 3 horsepower and the boat was 19 feet long so, even without waves, we didn’t move very fast. We were about a half mile from shore but at least two, if not three, miles from the marina when I shut the motor off to check how much gas was left. I wanted to be sure I could at least make one of the creeks before running out gas. After looking in the tank I knew there was no way to make it back to our marina and decided to head for the creek where Aurelia, one of Elle’s tennis friends, lived. That way I felt we’d be able to tie the boat up and get a ride home. Elle’s only concern with landfall was with her panties wet that when she put on her shorts it would show through. I reminded her that Aurelia knew about her ‘problem’ so there was no need to worry and she agreed.

Aurelia and her husband, a doctor, also owned a small sailboat. I pulled in along side it and, using our seat cushions as bumpers, tied up to it. We walked up towards the house which, when I was a teen ager, I’d spent quite a few days visiting. Elle and I’d been to a party or two that Aurelia had held so we knew where to go. The one thing that had changed was the addition of a pool and fenced in patio area and that’s where we headed. Sure enough, she was there… and was truly an eyeful.

To be continued…

DEALING WITH THE HEAT... & more (Part 174z)

DEALING WITH THE HEAT… & more (Part 174z)

Trish had to have seen some of the employees while paddling. I didn’t know if she’d seen me but I knew I didn’t want her to see me after her ‘mishap’ so I headed home. There were two things I was really interested in when I got there. The first was to find out what had transpired at the sailing club when the rest of the kids with lessons showed up. Both Jean and Anne had their lessons Monday, Wednesday and Friday and the question was just how many others would show up… and whether the scheduled chaperones would appear. When Elle told me that most of the kids showed up and two mothers were there I almost didn't believe her. She said she stayed to talk with them and said the reaction to the hard-nosed policy was welcomed. My somewhat jaundiced thoughts were that it was only the first day and the real test would be the following days (and weeks).

The second thing I wanted to know was just how the neighbors made out with Coach Bob and the swimming lessons. When I asked Elle smiled… but didn’t answer. That was typical of her when it came to giving me answers about her (mostly) female friends when things turned out a bit embarrassing. She was able to continue playing her ‘game’ of avoidance by saying she had to get supper on the table. Being a Monday night I had to go to the garage and help unload the race car and begin checking it over for the following Saturday night of racing. That would give Elle more time to hope I’d forget to pursue my question. We ate and I helped with doing the dishes hoping that she’d relent and tell me what happened. But she didn’t. I got my answer from an unlikely source… Junior. As I was walking towards my car Junior popped out from the hedge opening, hailing me as he did. Without me opening my mouth he commented on Coach Bob and his methods. I took the cue and asked, point blank, how he thought the lessons went for the kids. He gave me a thumbs up which was a bit of a relief. He said the kids really ’took’ to Coach Bob, especially being the first time meeting him. Added to that, it was their first time being exposed to water and swimming in it. Then I asked about his wife and sister.

His answer made me smile. He said that all three adults got off on the wrong foot with Coach Bob as none showed up wearing bathing suits. Junior quickly added that none of them owned a bathing suit. By then he was laughing. I had no idea where this was going. Junior said Coach Bob told them all he wasn’t going to teach anybody wearing clothes. When I heard that I had to ask about the kids if they didn’t have suits. I got a one word answer… "underwear". That hit me right away and I immediately asked “You too?” and he nodded affirmatively with a BIG smile. The next question was if it was the same for his wife and sister and he, again, nodded with an even bigger smile. I stood there with what had to be a look of disbelief. I don’t have any notes about it but as I sit here writing this I’m smiling. In any case he explained that the women waded into the water with their clothes on and then took their shorts and tops off under the water. He told me he was wearing boxer shorts so it wasn’t a problem for him. Next question from me had to do the other people who were taking lessons with them as I knew Coach wouldn’t do it without at least ten. Still smiling, he said he told the women that he’d paid the money and they better get to it and to forget the other people. I had a hard time picturing the two of them going through the drills in just their underwear. But, that tied in with something I’d never been able to fathom about how women think. They made it seem like some sort of crime when a man would see their underwear but thought nothing about parading around in a bathing suit, especially the two piece kind that were very much in vogue at the time. I took the opportunity to expouse my observation to Junior and after a few seconds nodded in agreement with me. We were both smiling at that point. Not wanting to give my panty fetish away I changed the subject and asked  if he thought completion of the lessons would change the negative thoughts about being near or in the water for all of them. Getting serious he stated that he and his wife were OK with it but Mattie might be a “hold-out”. I needed to get going to the garage and told him I’d check with him the next evening.

I was late to the garage and all the others, including Buster, were there. The car had been offloaded and was already on the jack stands. Racing on Saturday night had been relatively calm and there were no major incidents. However, Cliffy wanted every nut and bolt be checked. I was headed for the rear end when he pulled me aside and told me not to bother changing the rod bearings. I had a hard time to keep from smiling when he told me he’d been thinking about it for a while. He said he'd not seen that much wear on the last two sets of bearings I’d changed so figured they’d be OK. I knew that it was just BS and his father had to have talked to him. I was happy because it gave me two hours of my life back. Everything was checked over and we were on our way home by 10pm. Alan and I resumed our racing on our way home and, as usual, I beat him.

I ‘d been concerned about Elle starting her period again and how it might affect our sailing ‘date’ for the next day. Elle’s mother was more than willing to come over to watch the kids in the morning with Mattie and Martha watching them in the afternoon. With all the stuff going on at work, involvement with the race car, activities the kids were involved in, Elle's unexpected pregnancy we’d not had much ‘private time’ and I was really looking forward to a day on the bay with her and away from everybody. I’d checked with my father about the weather and he said we’d have a perfect day... light air in the morning with  the usual sea breeze in the afternoon. As I pulled in the driveway I was apprehensive about how I’d find Elle.

She was in bed but happily surprised that I was home in time to find her awake. I didn’t ‘beat around the bush’ and came right out and asked the status of her period. When  she told me her pad was almost completely clear I breathed a big sigh of relief, loud enough for her to hear it. Climbing into bed I hinted at something more than just snuggling but she told me she wanted to wait because she didn’t want to trigger any bleeding. I, of course, was disappointed but she smiled at me and told me she’d make it up to me. I was smart enough not to ‘push’ the subject and fell asleep contemplating what I hoped would happen on our trip.

To be continued…

DEALING WITH THE HEAT... & more (Part 174y)

DEALING WITH THE HEAT… & more (Part 174y)

Elle had just gotten her first period after the miscarriage just a few days earlier and didn’t feel up to going to the sailing club that day. Even though she was registered to race in the Sunfish races she (and I) had missed enough of them to take us out of contention for any awards. But, as soon as I arrived home she wanted to know the details of the “excitement” at the club. I remember asking how she knew about it and she laughed saying she had “contacts”. I told her about having some of the members yelling at me and some of them saying they were quitting the club because of the decision the Board of Governors made concerning the required chaperoning at the junior sailing program. She wanted to know why I was yelled at and told her they blamed me for it. I hadn’t really thought about it but Elle motioned that our club was the only one in the area that offered a program like ours did. She added something about the women who complained about the chaperoning requirement would now have to pay for babysitters if they wanted the time to do their own thing. She was ‘on a roll’ saying the fee for the sailing program for the whole season was probably less than a baby sitter for a week. I told her I didn’t know for sure that the guys who’d made the most ‘noise’ and said they were quitting the club were serious or not but, now there was an enforceable policy as far as chaperones were concerned and that should make her happy.

She did have some news and that was the neighbors were to start their swimming lessons in the morning. They would be for the whole week and Elle was hoping that after they were over she’d be able to take their kids to the beach with our kids. The lake where the lessons were being held was a fresh water, spring fed one and I remember Elle faking a shiver just discussing it. I’d never been to the lake but Elle said it was really nice. She’d been there a lot when she was in her early teens as the couple who called themselves her aunt and uncle didn’t like swimming in salt water so they went to the lake taking Elle and her brother with them. As she reminisced about that it came to me that it was actually harder to swim in fresh water and wondered if would make a difference for them. I was sure we’d hear about it.

After we ate we went to the marina to check on our new (to us) sailboat. I’d bailed it out once since it was launched and wanted to see if the seams had swelled yet (it was wooden). I took the 3 horsepower outboard motor along that “Big B”  had added to the deal for the boat with the idea of taking a quick ride up the creek as a sort of ‘maiden voyage’. In the back of my mind was Tuesday when I hoped to take it for a sail with just Elle. I wanted everything to work when we took off. We had to do some bailing first but it wasn’t as bad as I’d expected. It seemed strange to be in a sailboat with no sails and just a little ‘put put’ powering it. The girls wanted to know when they’d get to go sailing and I didn’t have an answer. In a way, I felt guilty about not letting them go with us on Tuesday but I needed some time alone with Elle.

At work, the Summer doldrums were setting in. Lobby traffic had slowed and vacations were in place. Joanie wasn’t in and Trish, graciously, slipped into her old position to cover for her. I’d pretty much given up getting panty peeks and or VPL’s from her. Her choice of clothes pretty much negated them for me. However, when five o’clock approached I saw Trish head for the ladies room with satchel like bag. I didn’t dwell on it and was proceeding to clear my desk when she walked up to me. I know I had to have done a ‘double take’ when I saw her. We’d seldom been in a casual social situation in my almost four years at the bank so she really surprised me. Her hair was pulled back exposing her ears which, to start with, gave her a different look. Then, as I moved my eyes downward there were some other changes. She was wearing what looked to be one of her boyfriend’s white shirts with the sleeves cut off and with the tails tied together just above her waist. I didn’t have to go any further, at least for a few seconds, as I could see something white peeking out above the waistband of her dark blue shorts. The contrast made it impossible to miss only I couldn’t identify who made them from the waist elastic. But my gaze continued downward to gaze upon something I’d never even contemplated Trish wearing... short (and I mean short) shorts. If someone had been taping my reaction to this I’m sure it would’ve been entertaining. I have no idea what I said… when I spoke. But, she was in a hurry so it didn’t matter. She told me she and Chaz, her boyfriend, were going canoeing.

Back in my way earlier posts I’d written about a distant family relation owning and running a gas station/service garage just down the street from the bank. The property was  also located right on the bank of the river. The Chamber of Commerce had been trying, somewhat desperately, to find ways to make use of the river. When my relative sold his business the guy who bought it came up with an idea… not so much to benefit the town but to benefit himself. He opened up a canoe rental operation. It made perfect sense since he had access to the river from his property. He found a local merchant who dabbled in small boats who would provide him with a source of canoes… and he was in business. Chaz, Trish’s boyfriend worked part time for the guy who was to be the source of the canoes and had been persuaded to do a trial run up the river just at 5pm when most of the businesses in town were closing. The municipal parking lot made up one side of the river and the thought was to have Chaz be paddling on the river at that time. He, in turn, convinced Trish to go with him… and that’s why she was dressed as she was. The only words I remember her saying was that she hoped she wouldn’t get wet. As soon as she went out the door I found Bret and told him. He, in turn told Laurie and before long there were about eight or nine bank employees who were on their way across the parking lot to see Chaz and Trish on their voyage.

Chaz was a large man… at least 6’4”, and probably 230 pounds. Trish was a tall woman, around 5’9”. When I saw them in the canoe and on the river my first thought was that this was an accident about to happen. Not that I’d had a lot of experience in a canoe but I knew they were somewhat unstable and, because I was 6’1” knew my height added to that lack of stability. But, with two tall people who had little experience… well… it turned out pretty much as I expected. My DayTimer notes read “ten minutes and it was over”. Chaz was in the rear and was doing most of the paddling with Trish pretty much along for the ride. For some reason she turned around to try and face Chaz and when she did the canoe started to tip. The next thing I saw was the two of them in the river. Thankfully, the guy promoting the event was there with a float boat. I watched from the river bank (along with about 20 or so others) and when he was trying to get Trish into the boat I saw the benefit of her having worn short shorts. The waistband got hung up on something on the edge of the boat and as she finally had most of her body in it I could see both cheeks of her fanny covered in white. It was a rare treat.

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DEALING WITH THE HEAT... & more (Part 174x)

DEALING WITH THE HEAT… & more (Part 174x)

The boy fell asleep after about 20 or so minutes. To give Junior some history, I drove through the middle of the town where I worked which took us past the family homestead and the bank. That eventually led to a conversation about what he did for a living. He’d given hints in the past that his relationship with his father had, at times, been somewhat contentious. The apex of that was after Junior finished college decided to get a Master’s degree in finance. His father had been planning on him joining him in his business but after being exposed to the “world of money” Junior went in another direction. They didn’t get back together until after Junior married Martha and they had a baby. In listening to Junior explain the current situation they were in a period of “agreeing to disagree” on everything but the grandchildren. Junior told me after grad school that he and his best friend went to work for a fledgling company that was trying something new in the world of finance. It was a company that brokered corporate and municipal bonds to the stock brokerage offices that dealt with the public. (I didn’t understand it then and I still don’t) It was hard to tell how successful he was seeing that I only saw him at the house next door and his father owned it. I couldn't get a 'read' from his car as it was far from a luxury model. I'd picked up some of the story on it during our little visits from house to house. Parking in the city was horrendous and new cars soon looked old. He and Martha had decided on a used car that was big enough for the whole family. He’d added there was no sports car in his immediate future.

I gave him some of the detail on my work for the bank. It ended when we pulled into the race track parking lot. The race car pit stall was just inside the entry gate to the pits so, even though Junior and his son couldn’t enter the pits they could get a good close view of it. I pointed him in the direction of the grandstand and told him which section to sit in to get the best view. The gates for the spectators had just opened and I told him I’d be up to visit when I could.

Nothing special or spectacular took place during the races for our division. We had no problem qualifying but Cliffy had trouble breaking out from the pack. All the racers knew the problem… too much power for the size of the track. It had been built right before WWII for a class of race cars called “midgets”. They were small and used tiny engines compared to what we used. Because the track had been built especially for them, it too, was small… 1/5 of a mile. By then (1969) midgets had fallen out of favor for the ‘masses’ but there was still a group of ‘old timers’ who liked to see them race. The track promoter had, right after the war, owned and driven one for a number of years and had promised to run one or two shows a year for them to race. I remember the first time I saw them I was amazed at how old the drivers were compared to the drivers of the cars cars I was involved with. In any case, the most memorable happening for that night was having one of those cars ride up over the wheel of another and go flying out over the wall and catch fence, disappearing into the night. The driver survived and, after seeing the remains of the car, I wondered how. So, when the fans were let into the pits and Junior and his son showed up at our car all they wanted to talk about was “the flying race car”. Cliffy had finished 10th which earned enough money for another tire but it wasn’t enough to impress Junior and his son.

For the trip home Junior made a valiant effort to be interested in the whole concept of car racing. That lasted for maybe twenty minutes so I decided to ask about Martha. Her coming from a foster home and now being part of, at least, the fringes of the ‘upper crust’ intrigued me. So, I asked how they met. The foster mother who she lived with in her pre and early teen years was a house maid who moonlighted as a server at catered affairs on weekends. The woman couldn’t afford someone to watch her so would bring Martha along. One of the affairs was sponsored by Junior’s father. Junior said he first saw her when she was a pre-teen and he’d just turned fourteen. He was “bored” and had run into Martha outside the kitchen. He didn’t go into detail but said they’d talked a bit and hit it off. He managed to stay somewhat connected through their teen years and, home on vacation while in college she was doing the serving at a Christmas gala. They re-connected and in spite of his parents disapproval he continued to see her. That’s as far as he got by the time we arrived home. He thanked me and told me the next time I had a meeting in the city to give him a call and we’d get together. As I drove up my driveway I was actually looking forward to taking him up on it.

I was hoping for an ‘easy’ Sunday with the word easy meaning no conflicts or controversy. When Elle had told me about the problem with some of the mothers of the children in the junior sailing program not fulfilling their obligation to chaperone the program I had contacted the Commodore of the club who said he’d look into it. With that done I let the subject pass. However, when I arrived at the club there was definitely something afoot. There wasn’t anyone preparing their boats for racing. The people who were there were gathered on the beach at the East corner of the porch. Walking towards them I could see most of the officers of the club up on the porch with the Commodore ‘holding court’. Not to belabor the point, the Board of Governors had convened the previous day and had issued a ‘decree’ that parents who neglected their chaperoning duties would have their children dropped from the program and the parents membership would be suspended. The officers ended up being the messengers… and were taking grief for it. To be truthful, I wanted to go and hide. I looked around and saw the husband of the woman who Elle had had her run-in with. He had a bunch of other men, all racers, gathered around him and it was plain to see some were not happy. I turned and walked towards one of my Sunfish boats to prepare it for racing but was, for lack of a better term, accosted by couple of them. I don’t have any notes or memory of what was said but I do remember what the result of the whole thing was… three of the racers verbally resigned from the club with a lot of hubris. There were things said by me and by the others that shouldn’t have been said. However, I hadn’t made the decision and had only been the messenger of the problem. For the day, the races were still held but with about five regular racers missing. When we finished up a number of those who had stayed came over to find out why those who’d left were so mad at me. I tried to explain my part in it and had a couple who sided with the Board of Governors and a few who thought it was too harsh a penalty. While we were talking one of those men came over and tried to explain their thinking. It seemed pretty simple… Either the parents did the job or the club would have to hire people to do it and fees for being in the program would have to go up… substantially.  They didn’t want to do that so the new policy was established. Overall, I was pleased, but not happy that I had to take the ‘heat’ for it. I could only hope that things at home would be calmer when I got there.

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DEALING WITH THE HEAT... & more (Part 174w)

DEALING WITH THE HEAT… & more (Part 174w)

We chatted about that for a few minutes and then she abruptly asked if I had any fantasies having to do with pictures of women in panties. That was getting a little ‘too close to the fire’ for me but when I hesitated she kind of forced the subject and said that if I could have one picture of her how would I like it to be “staged”. I don’t have any notes on my reaction to that question but I’m sure I wasn’t expecting that. I do remember her standing right next to the chair I was sitting in with her hip against my arm which was on the arm rest. She chided me a time or two and finally let me ‘off the hook’ and said it was only a “fantasy question”. I finally relented and told her I had a fetish of seeing women wearing two pair of panties. She asked how I would ever know and to answer it I had to admit to being more of a voyeur than just looking up women skirts. I explained what a VPL (Visible Panty Line) was and how I’d observe it. She made a sort of face when I told her and then asked if I’d ever seen a VPL on her. Of course I had but told her they were hard to come by when women wore dresses and skirts. She seemed to accept it and she dropped that subject. I didn’t know what her next question would be so when she asked if Elle ever wore two pair for me I know my cheeks went to bright red. I didn’t really have to give her a verbal answer. I just hoped she wouldn’t take it any further and she didn’t. 

She then handed me the album and disappeared into the house. My hard-on was straining my comfort level while sitting in the chair but I hung on until she returned. She said she hated to do it but she had to go to a dinner with the “big-wigs” clearly showing her displeasure.  By then it was after 7pm and she told me she was supposed to meet them at 7:30pm at the fanciest restaurant in town, a place I’d been to a number of times with my grandparents including their 50th wedding anniversary. She apologized for making me uncomfortable with her questions and said she’d like to make it up to me. Lynda then told me I had two choices for what it could be. I had no idea where she was going with this and sat there shrugging my shoulders. She said it could be a “memory’”or it could be something I could keep. Not knowing what either of them were I decided on something to keep with a wild thought that she just might give me a pair of her panties. I still had the album in my hands and she told me to pick out one of the pictures. She said she had to get dressed quickly and for me to just take one I liked. I already had some that she’d given me after my first visit to her house so was trying to pick out one that was different than the one’s she'd given me I still hadn’t picked one out by the time she returned, fully dressed. She made a ‘face’, snatched the album from my hands and pulled one out handing it to me telling me that it was one of her favorites. Then she headed out the front door with me following. As I thanked her I asked what my other choice was had I chosen it. She, with the coy smile she loved to put on me, proceeded to say she would’ve let me watch her undress and then get dressed. That thought pretty much took my breath away. Since I hadn’t yet looked at the picture she selected for me I could only hope it was a good one.

I waited until I came to the first cross street to look at the picture and was very pleased with it. I sat there staring at it trying to rationalize that having the picture was definitely better than just observing her changing her clothes. I have to admit that every time I look at the picture I fantasize what seeing her undressing, in person, would’ve been like.

                  

Her husband liked her in garters and stockings

On the trip home, a little over an hour, I was worried about the questions Elle might ask about the affair. It was a waste of my time. Elle was glad to see me and was bursting to tell me about her day. In mid afternoon Martha had come over to get her to go play some tennis. She, Martha, had driven past the tennis courts up at the high school and seen two women playing and stopped to observe. Elle told me the women asked Martha if she she played and if she knew anyone else who played. She thought of Elle immediately, came to the house and persuaded Elle to join her and the other two. One of them turned out to be the new English teacher at the High School who was trying to get a tennis program started there and who also taught tennis. Elle had played with her a couple of times back in the Fall but with her unexpected pregnancy hadn’t played during the Spring and had forgotten all about her. What ended up happening was the other women set up a series of dates to play together and Elle was quite excited about it. I was too because, hearing that, I thought I was ‘off the hook’ for having to play with Elle as I’d promised. However, the big thing for me was Elle never asked about the open house and that was a load off my mind. 

A while back, in a moment of weakness, I’d invited Junior from next door and his son to go to the races with me. Even getting up early, I was afraid I’d not get everything done that needed to be done before it was time to go. Both the house and church lawns needed cutting and there was always the trip to the landfill. From there it was to the garage to, hopefully, load the car on the hauler without any problems. Now, as a proud (?) new boat owner, I needed to go to the marina to check on it. The boat was made of wood and wooden boats, when first put in the water each season, leaked. I’d not been there since the day it was launched and could only hope there wasn’t too much to have to bail. “Big B” had left the small outboard motor he used to get in and out of the marina with Dave, the marina owner, asking him to make sure it would run so that was another side trip. I definitely needed that if Elle and I were to go sailing on Tuesday. By the time I got home it was after 3pm and hadn’t eaten. I'd left word for Junior that I’d be ready to leave at 3pm so he was there, on my patio, when I arrived.

The big thing with Junior and his son was I had no idea what to talk about. He worked on Wall Street in the city doing some sort of investment work with bonds. I knew nothing about them other than I’d inherited a few with my trust fund. And then, there was his son. How was I going to keep him interested until we got to the track. As I wolfed down a sandwich Elle had made for me for lunch I tried to engage both of them but without much success. Walking out to my car I, again, thought “What was I thinking?” when I invited them.

I hadn’t seen Elle when I’d arrived but just as I got into the car she appeared. She pretty much ignored me and focused her attention and comments on Junior. She was congratulating him on the fact that arrangements had been made with Coach Bob to give both the adults and kids swimming lessons. I looked at Junior’s face and didn’t get much of a reaction but his son was beaming from ear to ear. Elle continued talking telling him that they were really lucky to get him and, on top of that, the lessons would be at a private lake so they wouldn’t have to deal with a lot of people, boats and waves. That’s when I piped up and told him that that was “first” in that coach Bob never gave personal lessons. Elle had the last word though, saying there would be four other people adding it wasn’t worth his while to do it with less. As we pulled out of the driveway I could hear Junior and his son talking about it and was thankful to have a common topic for conversation for at least the beginning of the trip.

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DEALING WITH THE HEAT... & more (Part 174v)

DEALING WITH THE HEAT… & more (Part 174v)

Tents back in those days weren’t readily available. Rent-It-all type stores hadn’t come into vogue so the formal announcement with all the dignitaries had to take place on the showroom floor. All the Chevrolet models had been removed and there was one vehicle covered with a gold, satiny material over to one side. A temporary stage had been built for all the important guests and the rest of us, in spite of the fact that it was still Summer, tried to press ourselves into the building. I’d never met or even seen Lynda’s father-in law so, as I stared at the gathered group, tried to pick him out. Among the invited were, naturally, the local politicos and after someone I didn’t know introduced them, Lynda’s father-in-law took the microphone. I don’t know what I was expecting him to look like but it certainly wasn’t the figure I saw standing at front of the ’stage’. He was short and looked to be old. Lynda and I were approximately the same age so I applied the age of my father to him and using only that as a guide, guessed he should be in his 60’s. But he looked more like my grandfather looked when I’d lived with him during WWII… and that was OLD! In any case I was surprised.

General Motors had sent a regional Vice President to present the official document proclaiming them as an Oldsmobile dealer. He’s the one that pulled the covering off the featured car. Instantly appearing was an Olds 88 convertible, the biggest Olds they made, and it was gold in color as well. It was the current year’s model as the new ones wouldn’t be offered until October. The ‘official’ part was then over and the guests were invited into the service area where they had tables of food and drink. It seemed strange for a party to be held in there but they’d made an effort to clean it up. Since it was free food and drink I wasn’t complaining. It was while I was in line for food that I finally spotted Neil. We chatted briefly about the previous week’s races. The one thing I garnered from it was that he didn’t see any benefit from sponsoring a car that raced so far away from his business (about 50 or so miles). Then he told me he’d be looking for someone who raced at the local track to sponsor for the next year.

I’d just about given up connecting with Lynda when she appeared in the doorway from the showroom to the service area. To me it looked like she’d had about enough ‘glad handing’ with a bunch of ‘old farts’, which most in attendance were. She pointed me towards the open doors to the outside and we met up just as we walked out into the sun. I don’t remember her exact words but it was obvious she wanted out of that scene and asked if I was on my way home. I told her I was and she made a ‘face’ and a comment that I don’t remember either. It had to do with wanting to get with “real people” or something like that. She thanked me for coming. I still hadn’t comprehended why I’d been invited to begin with. She told me she was also leaving but would have to re-appear later and, in what seemed like an afterthought, asked if I could stop by her place for short visit. “Red flags” should’ve gone up immediately… but didn’t. Then I heard the words I’d heard back when she invited me and then again as she ‘pushed’ for me to attend… “It’ll be worth your while…”

Lynda had been dressed more demurely than even for work… which really, when you came right down to it, wasn’t all that demure. It was a Summer dress that actually presented as being a blouse and a skirt but was truly only a dress. It came to just above her knees and hung loosely off her hips. I’d not seen her but for a few fleeting minutes at the dealership and hadn’t had the time to look it over. But, when we got to her house she waited in her Corvette until I pulled in behind her. When I was by her left rear wheel she opened the door and sort of threw her left leg out to the ground and turned as if to get out. She’d pulled the hem of the dress way up into her lap and when I saw it I know I had to have taken a deep breath or something as she started to giggle. Her legs were at at least a 35 to 40 degree angle and the late afternoon sun was shining right on her… and my eyes were definitely on her crotch. I felt my face flushing and, out of habit when that happened to me, turned away.

She got out but as she did she sort of held the hem of the dress in one hand now giving me a good look at her bare tummy showing above her bikini panties. She'd told me bikini’s were her preference when her husband was away. I could see these had some lace treatment on the front before she finally dropped the hem. It was an awkward moment or two for me but she broke the ‘spell’ asking if I’d like some iced tea. I followed her into the house and then she pointed me to a small screened porch. The house was tiny to begin with and any more than three people out there would’ve made it crowded. I’d long since taken my jacket and tie off and I was about as comfortable as I was going to get. I began to wonder what was taking Lynda so long when she appeared in the doorway with a tray and the tea.

She’d changed out of the dress and was wearing a pair of navy blue wide legged shorts and a white sleeveless blouse. Even though she wasn't all that well 'endowed', she liked to exhibit what she did have. I can still visualize that the shorts had white trim on them but I can’t remember exactly where. She took a seat on a small wicker rocking chair right across from me and then we sat there, quiet for a minute, before she leaned forward and asked if she could ask me a couple of personal questions. I wasn’t expecting that but I thought to myself, ‘why not?’. It was obvious she was struggling to ask what she really wanted to so I finally told her to go ahead and ask me anything. I think, but am not sure, that she then leaned back in her chair. I do remember her still struggling when she asked if I ever took pictures of Elle like her husband took of her. I was already perspiring as there was no air movement in her back yard and the question just added to it. She wanted to know how Elle took to being asked and I fibbed a bit saying she was OK with it. Elle was pretty much was OK on panty pictures when she wasn’t wet. It was then I'd have to beg or barter. Then she asked if I “staged” them and I didn’t really know what she was looking for and let her know. Without saying anything, she got up and went into the house. She returned with an album. I’d seen it before and the ‘rise’ in my pants was instantaneous. I had my hands folded in my lap trying to hide the situation. She, standing next to where I was sitting, flipped through the pages to two series of pictures. That was when I remembered that her husband was a wanna-be photographer. She explained that he liked to tell a story with a series of pictures and the ones she was pointing to definitely expressed that. I had to tell her I had to be satisfied with mostly semi-candids where Elle knew I had the camera in hand and I would just snap a picture or two. Lynda already knew my preference for full brief panties. We’d gone over that the first time I’d seen her album and she’d told me she “humor” her husband by wearing them when he was around. There was silence for a bit when she asked if I’d be willing to show her a couple of pictures of Elle in panties. I’d never ever thought about that but… she’d given me pictures of herself in panties so, after hesitating a bit said I would.

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