Pammy's private journal:
Wednesday, 21 August 1996
Home alone.
It rained today. I went to bed last night in just my little white panties, and snuggled with Vicki, but she wanted to go straight to sleep. She got up at 7.00 and got ready to go out, and I got up round 7.15 because I couldn't sleep any more. I didn't get dressed, and when she came to say goodbye I was still in my panties, standing in the sitting room of the cottage drinking pineapple juice on ice. It was not raining very hard, really just a drizzle, but it looked gloomy. At least it was still warm.
Vicki gave me a kiss and told me she was sorry I didn't want to come along, but I already said thank you to Mrs C, and that I would use the day for writing, and maybe some chores. The Cs are our host family here. They have two little girls, 6-1/2 and 4, and Mrs C and Vicki were taking them on a shopping junket on the ferry to Cape May, where they were going to meet some of Mrs C's relatives. Round 7.45 they went off in the Volvo to the ferry depot, which is not even half a mile away. I watched them go from the window, and then I went up to the loft and typed on the computer, writing in my journal for a while.
Mr C was still in the big house next door, but he never comes over here without asking first on the intercom and never when Mrs C is not home. He is very gentlemanly like that-- he doesn't want us to think he is improper. Being proper is a very important thing to him-- even though sometimes he lets the girls run round in their undies, or sometimes even naked, he always insists they get dressed for dinner. He is very open-minded, but he is very moral, and there are many times I truly wish he was my own daddy.
Round 8.15 there came a knocking at the door, and I realised it must be Mr C, even though he didn't ring. Then I got all flustered and everything, and my heart was pounding, because I was up here in the loft with nothing on but my panties and we keep our robes in the bathroom downstairs. He was down there on the porch outside the door, and I thought, if I went down the loft stairs to the sitting room and went round into the kitchen, he would see me, because the door is all glass, and I opened all the draperies when I woke up. And if I went down and into the bedroom, he would see me, because the draperies were open on the French windows there too. I didn't know what to do, and he was knocking again, so I grabbed a shirt from the dresser, that I use for a cover-up sometimes. It is a man's yellow dress shirt, in large size-- it was Vicki's daddy's. I wrapped it round myself and folded my arms in front of my belly when I got down the stairs.
I only opened the door a little bit, and Mr C saw me and looked down, and put his hand up to shield his eyes so he wasn't staring at me. This is how nice he is! And he said he was sorry to disturb me, but that he forgot to buzz me and tell me he was going to Philadelphia on business today. Actually the big white van was running down in the yard in the rain-- it is a diesel and makes a loud rattley noise. I told him it was dorrie, and he said I would be in charge of the house till Mrs C got back round dinner, and that he would be later than that-- Philadelphia is 2-1/2 hours away. He told me I could use the little black ute if I wanted to go out, but that he would close the front gates for security. Then he made a little smile at me and said, 'Don't admit any strange men.'
That was a joke, and I laughed because he knows I'm not stupid and I would never let anyone in at all if I were alone. Mr C went down again and I stepped out onto the porch with the shirt wrapped round me and watched him go. He looked up and waved to me and then the big white van went up out of the yard and down the lane to the road. I was all alone on the property.
At first I didn't know what to do. I just stood there and looked round at the drizzle, and way out, past the pool and the flowerbox and the beach, a ferryboat was going out, probably the 8.10 taking Mrs C and Vicki and the girls to Cape May in the rain. 'Yuck,' I said out loud. I decided I didn't want to stay all cooped up in the cottage, so I went up and shut down the computer and gathered up our soilies to take them over to the big house. I didn't get dressed-- I just kept the shirt on without buttoning it. I started the washing and made myself some frozen waffles-- that is all the cooking I like to do. [giggle] The big house was eerie to be so quiet. All last year and this year when Vicki and I have been here, I have never been in the big house all alone for more than a few minutes, and now I had all day. I sat in the tea room in just my panties and ate my brekkie and drank some juice, and then I wandered round the house, opening all the drapes to the grey sky, trying to imagine something to do. I felt like doing something really exciting all by myself, something I never have the chance to do.
I changed the washing and noticed the rain was very light by then, so I went out the French windows to the big flower garden. It is very elegant, all laid out very formally with a low railing going round on top of a low wall, and there are little statues and potted trees. I felt really sexy, strolling round outside in my panties in the drizzle. It was not too cool and soon I was all wet and feeling really excited. I looked down and rubbed myself a little, till I could see all my maidenhair through the cotton-- I love white cotton panties because when they get damp, even from sweating, they're almost transparent. [giggle]
I stepped down to the pool terrace and jumped into the water, and swam round a little before I decided to take off the panties. I love swimming naked! At home I used to swim on a team, and once, late at night after a meet, the older girls switched off all the lights in the pool and we all went skinny-dipping for about an hour. I was about 12-- it was the sexiest thing I ever did. Ever since then I do it every chance I get. At home in Noosa Vicki and I used to walk up to the beach park at night, which is technically closed after dark, and then take everything off and run out into the water. One night some girls we knew came by and teased us about stealing our clothes and running away, and we were afraid they would, so we pleaded with them to join us, and so we sort of started a tradition of a skinny-dipping club. After Vicki and I became 'involved', [wink] we even made love in the sea, at night-- there are shark nets and it is very safe.
I felt like making love, but there was no one to excite me. I got out of the pool and went up to the house again, and when I dried off I signed onto AOL on the computer in the tea room. It was 9.30 and my first time online in the morning-- I couldn't believe how many people were online! I teased a few guys and got a girl interested in me, but the house phone rang twice and it got really annoying. The lady from the girls' ballet school rang and talked to me for half an hour and finally I just signed off AOL and shut off the computer. It was about 11.00 by then.
I poured myself some fruit punch and went down to take our things out of the dryer. The Cs have a really nice TV theatre in the basement, with a wide-screen TV, and I wanted to put in a really sexy movie and arouse myself. Mr C does not keep dirty videos-- all his really sexy ones are art films and literary classics like The Lover and Becoming Colette and Dangerous Liaisons, and also he has things like Risky Business and silly films like Ski School. I already saw all those.
I put in The Lover-- Jane March is sooo sexy. Half the movie is her walking round with no clothes on-- they show all of her, too. They don't hide anything. Vicki and I watched it last year, when we were 15-1/2-- which is how old the girl in the film is supposed to be. She has an affair with a rich Chinese man in Vietnam, when it was French Indochina. It's very sexy and shows sex a lot, but we are intelligent girls and Mr C felt that we should appreciate it as art and literature. It is really beautiful. He wouldn't watch it with us-- he thought it would be improper, as though he would be corrupting us. So he also made us read the book, and then we talked about the film and the book afterwards and discussed our favourite parts. In the film there are only two French girls at the girl's school, the girl and her friend Helene, who are close like Vicki and I are. They even sleep together, and God knows what else! [wink] There is one scene of Helene walking stark naked down the aisle of the dormitory whilst all the proper Oriental girls are tucking themselves away in their beds and hiding their eyes. When Vicki and I watched it we were in pieces by that part, groping at each other and everything! But most of the film is her affair with the Chinese man. At one part he sort of rapes her, because he's mad at her, and she just lets him do it, because she loves him. It is very graphic but it is also very tender. The ending is so sweet-- I cried when I watched it the first time.
So I sat there watching this film, stark naked, drinking fruit punch and eating creampuffs out of the bakery box-- such a Fred I am! But they were small and there was a whole box of them. At some parts I felt like doing it myself, really hard. My whole body was tingling. I spilt some juice on my nipple once because it was so stiff, and it gave me goosepimples all over. So I started doing really weird stuff, like pouring juice in little trickles down my belly and watching it dribble through my navel and into my maidenhair. The crumbs from the creampuffs were getting all over me, and I didn't care-- I still didn't take my shower and I was all gooky anyway. It started getting me really excited and I started playing with the creampuffs, trying to drop crumbs in certain places and wiping bits of cream off my skin and licking it off my fingers. Finally I got really weird and took a whole creampuff and wiped it round on my belly and breasts until I was covered in powdered sugar and cream. My nipples were so stiff by that time I was shivering. There was a really strong tingle deep up inside me, and my crutch was getting sooo wet I couldn't stand it. I knew I had to do something.
I tried watching the movie, but I was still excited. I cleaned up my belly with my finger a little, but I was all sticky and sweaty. My crutch smelled really hot and juicy, and then I got a really weird idea. I spread my legs on the couch and took another creampuff out of the box, and I leaned down and wiped it into my maidenhair, back and forth, till the white powder was sticking to all the curls. It tickled, and I giggled out loud, and then I reached farther down and started rubbing my labia with it. It started crumbling really bad and so I picked it up and popped it into my mouth.
I could taste myself on it-- it was sooo exciting! I said, 'MMMM!' really loud, and then suddenly I was grabbing another one and rubbing it right into myself. I was sooo wet-- it crumbled to nothing, and my hand was all gooey with cream, so I put two fingers into myself and wiped them round inside, and then put my fingers into my mouth.
I think I moaned out loud then too. There was only one left, and so I wiped a little of it on my fingers and then put my fingers into myself again, and then slowly pushed the creampuff into my mouth as my fingers came up inside. I let out this really silly moan and started pushing into myself and bouncing up and down on the couch. It felt really good!
The film came to the part where the guy rapes her, and my eyes went really big and I started bouncing really fast, with my back way up off the couch and my head back and my hand going into myself really hard. I felt like an idiot, with my crutch going up and down in front of the TV screen, but I didn't care. I started coming, and I got dizzier and dizzier and it got stronger and stronger, and then I was screaming out loud! I couldn't take any more and just stopped, and then suddenly it hit me, all at once, and I sort of fainted away for a while, and had those really stupid dreams that don't make any sense, like I have when I orgasm too hard.
When I opened my eyes again the film was almost over. I was so sticky that my labia stuck to my hand and it hurt when I pulled my fingers out. I wet my fingertips with juice and patted myself where it was the stickiest, but I was such a mess I had to stop the video and go into the loo. The TV room couch was a mess too, and it smelled like me, really strong-- it was embarrassing, but also sort of cute. [blush] I wiped it all clean and then I went upstairs.
It was about 12.30. I wasn't hungry after all those creampuffs-- I think I ate about 12 of them! [shameful blush] I didn't want to take a shower yet, so I went out to the garden in the drizzle and dove into the pool again. Whilst I was in there I noticed a ferryboat coming in and wondered if anyone on it had binoculars and saw me walk out all naked-- you can see this house pretty well from the boat if you look for it. Then I decided I didn't care. I just lolled round the pool for a while, and when I saw I left my panties out here, I giggled at myself. Maybe I'd been just a little forgetful! --or was it honestly distracted? Hmmm.
I took the panties into the cottage and dried myself off, and then I typed a little on my journal and wrote a few letters. Round 14.00 I'd got bored, so I went out again and over to the big house. I was still naked. It was very exciting to be wandering round outside with no clothes on. I went round the far side of the house to the front yard and even over to the side gate, which leads to the preserve. I actually opened it and looked out on public property, just for a minute, standing there playing with my breast-- what if anyone could see me? Then I walked round to the front of the house and stood at the top of the driveway and looked down at the road. The road is about 75m from the front garden and the gates were closed, but it made me feel really naughty, and really sexy.
I suddenly realised I was really excited! Like a little child I ran all the way round the house to the back garden and up in through the French windows and threw myself on the couch in Mrs C's parlour, even though I was all damp and everything, and started rubbing myself like crazy. Before I knew it I was coming, and I kept doing it and hit again, even harder. Then I just lay there with my heart pounding really hard panting like a dog.
I think I fell asleep, because when I woke up it was almost 15.00. Mrs C and Vicki and the girls would be home before dinner, and I was still lying here like a scumball smelling disgusting. So I went up to the third floor and ran a nice cool bath in the Jacuzzi tub-- the first bath for me in about a month, because we only have a shower at the cottage. Actually all the bathrooms here have just showers-- there is only one tub, up in the third floor, in a room by itself with a tanning bench and the chaise where I gave Vicki the massage last week. I sat down in the tub full of bubble bath and lay there for about 45 minutes, till I was almost numb. It was beautiful.
Finally I was all clean again, but I still had nothing to wear, so I air-dried myself and folded the washing downstairs whilst my hair dried. It was almost 16.00. The drizzle was almost stopping. I poured myself a glass of wine from the cupboard to celebrate my exciting day, and played the piano in the parlour for a while. Mr C has been giving me lessons. I am not exactly terrible but not very good either.
Then I heard the bell from the front hall that means the front gates were opening. I jumped up and looked out the front window, and there were headlights coming in from the street. It was Mrs C's Volvo, and I was still naked! I ran into the loo and got a washcloth to wipe off the piano bench, [wink] and I just threw it into the basin on my way to the kitchen, where I left our washing basket. The garage door was opening down in the basement-- right below where I was! There was no time for undies-- I got out a pair of shorts and a tanktop and ran back to the parlour, and had just got dressed when the girls came up the kitchen stairs. I started playing Mozart a little till they heard it and called to me, and then I went out to ask how their day went.
Vicki asked me what I did all day, and I told her-- I did the washing, wrote some letters, went swimming, watched a video, took a walk outside, and played the piano. Well-- didn't I?
She looked at me with one of those looks, with her pretty little eyebrows all curved up and everything, and I said quietly to her, 'Fill you in on the details later, love.'
She looked relieved when I said that, because she knows I am not that boring even when I'm all by myself. [wink]