I often receive emails and things a from kind and lovey readers and much of it i post and share with delight, but sometimes I am sent something quite amazing and this is one I any really happy to share.
Perhaps It is easier if I let Rob explain with an clipping from his Email.
I really like the way you write. So much so that I've had a shot at editing the alternative, darker, version of "The Guiding Hand" that you posted a few years ago. Makes it much easier to read. It's been fun and truly a pleasure to do this for a very exciting tale - and one I prefer to the vanilla version with its story of Amanda and Will.
To say I am flattered would be and understatement, I am thrilled and amazed that my writing is thought of with such love and so I am happy to begin re-posting this story (In smaller chunks, because I know it went on a bit) for everyone to enjoy, because Rob has taken my messy unfinished ideas and molded them into one very clear and neatly edited story, for which I am very very grateful. Plus it gives me a good excuse to re read the start of the story and the meeting between Andy and Jane, which was very much the truth of how I met a very very dear friend of mine.
I also hope, if I ask here, that he might write a continuation for which I have notes and drafts somewhere.
So thank you Rob
The Guiding Hand
by Andy Latex
Edited by Rob
“Another coffee, young man?” The waitress smiled, hovering close with the jug.
“Um ... no, thank you,” the youth smiled. “I’m fine.”
The longer it went on, the more of a fool he felt. He had been sitting at the same seat for the past hour gazing out of the window or to the door of the café whenever the tiny bell rang. But still the smiling face he longed to see did not appear.
Now it was beginning to get to that embarrassing stage.
The only thing that had raised his spirits was when the lady in the plum red satin mac entered. The sight of her made his stomach flutter. Tall, slim and immaculate in every detail from her red/brown hair to the tips of her smoothly polished plum red nails, she was the epitome of the sort of older woman who had always filled his youthful imagination. From one of his college tutors, Ms Cole, right up to and including the TV presenter Carol Vorderman, who at 50 was, not to put too fine a point on it, old enough to be his grandmother (albeit a young and sexy one), older women had always held him in their grasp.
However, not even she could distract him from the real treat that he had looked forward to for so long.
It had been the invitation Andy had been waiting for, to stay for a few weeks with his new girlfriend, Kelly, at her aunt’s town house in London. He had not spent any real time alone with her since he met her at college. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, long red hair that framed a sweetly childlike face with big blue eyes and full pink lips. It was a beauty complemented by her slim and athletic figure, her long legs and a blossoming full bust.
In fact, he could hardly believe she would be attracted to him. After all, she could have had the pick of any of the more “rugged” boys in college, the football and sporty types. Many had asked her out, yet still she insisted she preferred the gentler more sensitive kind of boy that he was. Besides, there was no way his slim frame could be called “rugged.”
He looked once more at his watch. She had said 11. Meet me at the café on Kingston Road at 11. That was what she had said. His watch read 12.30.
At that moment the bell rang and once more he looked up with eager eyes to the door. Two workmen entered and sat by the far wall. Again, Andy's eyes lowered and, as they had done since she had entered, briefly and secretly drifted over to the legs of the lady in the plum mac. For a moment his mind raced as he realised the mac had slipped upwards slightly to reveal even more of her darkly stockinged legs. However, it was not the impossibly long silken legs which held his gaze, but for some strange reason the smooth and sleek plum red high heels that cradled her feet.
He gazed thoughtlessly at them for a long moment before realising what he was doing and snatching his eyes away. However, there was something powerful in them that drew his eyes once more to their oddly sensual form. Was it their shape, plain and classic? Was it their colour, plum red with brilliant red soles, or the deep liquid shine which reflected the light, that made them so captivating? No, it was the heels. Andy had never seen such tall slim heels. They were like the sleekest of daggers, smooth and sharp. Weapons with which to pierce a victim’s resistance.
For a brief moment, Andy's heart rose as the door opened and a young woman entered. For a second she looked at him before waving to the girls behind. He looked down once more at his watch. 12.43.
The glance at his watch once more led his eyes idly lower to the woman’s heels. Her feet had turned and now they seemed to point straight at him, one planted to the floor while the other hung from her crossed leg. The heels glistened in the light, and again his young mind tried to imagine how she could walk so elegantly on them.
“They are Louboutin Rolando’s.”
For a moment Andy did not realise that the low, rich and cultured voice was addressing him, but slowly it dawned on him and with a nervous tremble he raised his eyes to the lady in the plum mac. She did not smile. Instead, her exquisitely made up eyes narrowed and looked him up and down.
“I… I’m sorry?” Andy stammered with embarrassment.
“The shoes,” she purred coolly. “They are Louboutin’s. You seemed… interested in them.”
“Um… n… no I was just ...” Andy’s head filled with words, all of them wrong, “I was just …”
“Staring,” she finished his sentence for him. Her wet, plum red lips curling into a smile, “You were just staring at my heels.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to... I … I’m waiting for my girlfriend… She… we, that is, I…”
The woman raised a polished fingertip. Cutting him off. She paused…. “Andrew?” The young man stopped and stared. “Ye… yes?”
Suddenly the woman’s face softened, and her deep and green eyes widened. “Oh my darling, it’s so lovely to meet you.” Andy’s dumb expression must have said it all about his confusion, “My name is Jane… Jane Fullerton-Jones.”
Instantly Andy’s heart leapt to his throat as he realised the stunning woman sitting before him was Kelly’s aunt. “Lady Fullerton-Jones?”
“Oh darling, it is lovely to meet you,” she said, rising from her seat and elegantly slipping beside him, her hands on his in greeting as her lips brushed his cheek. “I have waited so long. Kelly was right, you are lovely, oh! and it’s Aunt Jane.”
“Call me Aunt Jane, darling. The title is so boring. Lady this, Lady that.”
For a moment the young man was washed away on the tide of the woman’s beauty and exuberance, then with a smile he said, “Hello… Aunt Jane.”
“Wonderful,” the elegant lady purred in her clear and cultured voice, “Wonderful. Just think, we have been sitting opposite each other for almost half an hour. Isn’t that silly?”
“I didn’t realise… Kelly said she would be here at 11.”
Instantly the woman’s beautiful eyes dimmed slightly. “Oh dear,” she sighed. “That is why I am here.”
Andy lent forward, “She’s alright, isn’t she?”
“Oh yes, yes, she is fine,” Jane said, patting his hand, “But I am sorry to say she will not be able to join us this week.”
Andrews face dropped, “But ...?”
“She received her… what do you call them? Mandatory …”
“Mandatory grade level results.”
“That’s them. Well, she appears to be way off what she needs and has to stay on.”
Andy shook his head, “But she can catch up. We have a 4-week grace before final grading.”
“I am afraid it is not up to her, Andrew dear. Her mother and father insist she stay on. But I think that was just an excuse.”
Shaking his head, the young man slumped back in his seat, his dream holiday in ruins. “What do you mean, excuse……. you mean, not to let her see me?”
“Oh no,” Jane said, once more placing her hand on his, “No, no, they would have no problem there. No, their problem is, I am afraid, with me.”
“But why? You’re gorge… lov … um... great, I mean you’re really nice.”
Jane smiled at his clumsy compliment. “You are sweet. No, sadly Kelly's mother and father think I lead Kelly astray. They had plans and ideas, but I… I encouraged her to follow her feelings and dreams and ... well, we will leave it at that. I mean it is not as if she has turned out too bad, is it?”
Andy laughed. “She is wonderful.”
“Quite right.” Jane raised the remains of her coffee in a toast. “Quite right.”
For a moment there followed a pause, a drifting uncertain silence, before Andy spoke again. “Well, I guess I will be making a move.”
Jane placed her cup down and looked at him in confusion. “Why?”
“If I move now, I can get the train at 3, back to…”
Jane cut him off, “Oh no you are not. You, my dear boy, are coming home with me.”
“But Kelly… I mean, if she is not coming?”
“Darling boy, I have been looking forward to meeting you for such a very long time and I am not having Kelly's mother and father ruin that as well.” Her words were sharp, strong and surprisingly loud, and for a second Andy felt nervous, but then the beautiful face before him brightened and Jane burst into a heartfelt giggle, “Oh my,” she smiled, “do forgive me, that came out rather loud.”
Andy, the moment of shock passing swiftly, giggled and looked about, adding “it’s OK, I don’t think the table in the far corner heard you.”
Again, Janes face beamed her delight, “So Andrew Watson of Aldean College, you, my darling boy, are coming home with me and we are going to have fun.”
And with that, her hand enfolded his and Andy's face broke into a brilliant smile.
And so they spent the first weekend together, and it was as if he had spent many before that, they got on so well. She took him into town shopping and then to a museum, all the things she would have done with both him and Kelly. It was clear his host was a very tactile lady, taking any opportunity to come into contact with him, whether by slipping an arm about his waist, gently brushing a hair from his cheek or much to his surprise and quiet delight, playfully patting his bottom. Each action though was accompanied by that wide warm smile. In fact, it took just a few hours of that first day and he was hopelessly infatuated by her.
Then in the evening she took him out to supper. This was a little embarrassing, as he had not really the smartest of suits to wear for the expensive restaurant she chose. Not that that stopped his delightful hostess from complimenting him all evening on his polished well-groomed appearance,
"So many boys these days are all grudgy and trampy,” she had said, once more patting his hand softly. “No pride in their appearance. But you look really good in your suit, Andrew.”
"Th... thank you, Lady Fullerton- Jones, but I think you mean grungy,” he giggled. Blushing under the gaze from her green eyes.
"Oh, do I?” she smiled, "Oh, whatever they say, you are not it. In fact, my dear, I would say you are perfect. Perfectly sweet and charming and every bit as delightful as Kelly said you were.”
Andy suddenly felt his temperature rise as, gently, Jane raised his hand in hers and softly kissed his fingertips.
“Just perfect.” Her eyes held his.
For most of the next day, Lady Fullerton was busy in her private studio and Andy was given the freedom to roam the large house and its garden. She insisted he use the pool and, as he lay on his back watching the planes drift silently through the blue sky, he on more than one occasion glimpsed her looking out at him from the top floor window. Not that he minded, after all it was her house.
Then later, after a simple supper they sat and chatted. He told her how he met Kelly and all about his life at college and outside. He told her he was studying art and that he enjoyed it very much, saying he was hoping to find a job in the film and media industries. This delighted his host and she explained that she too had taken an art degree. For some time, he just listened to her as she told him all about her bridal wear business.
Yes, Andy listened and stared, for even then, dressed in just a simple pair of pale denim jeans and a soft pink blouse, she was still breathlessly beautiful, for despite her informal dress her face was still a masterpiece of immaculate makeup. Pinks and blues complemented her outfit, colours which gave her clearly mature features a sexy, even childlike glow.
She was such a good host, very attentive and talkative, a smile never far from her pink lips and a hand never far from his, and he was made to feel totally welcome, as indeed he was. Indeed, it was this tactile open friendliness which by the end of that first weekend had all but melted his natural shyness away, yet he had no idea it had set him on a path he had never imagined.
He had awakened long before the smell of bacon reached him from the kitchen. He lay listening to his stunning host moving about, with the image of her beautiful face and figure burnt into her mind, and idly his hand drifted beneath the sheet to rest on his already excited boyhood. Those glossy lips, those sparkling eyes, those long, long legs, that naughty smile and that soft kiss on his fingertips. Oh that kiss! He could not imagine a more beautiful or sexy woman.
“Andrew darling, are you awake?” her low, warm voice awakened him from his daydreams and his eyes drifted to the door, around which her beautifully made up face peeked. “Ah good morning, darling. I hope you slept well.”
“Y... yes, Lady Jane I did, thank you,” he replied politely, nervously drawing his hand away.
“Good, I have made you some breakfast, so come along, we have a busy day… oh I’ll just get the curtains.”
He was about to tell her not to bother but the instant she entered the room his voice became lost in his throat. She was wearing a shimmering white blouse highlighted by black rings about the cuffs and the tightest and shiniest pair of black leather pants imaginable. He watched her move, the glossy material moulded to every contour of her superb legs down to where they straightened out just below the knee. It was a sight he would never forget and when she bent to collect a discarded sock, the sight of those beautiful buttocks moulded into twin glossy globes robbed him of his breath as well.
“Wake up, darling!” He jumped as she gave her bottom a playful wiggle. Oh no! He had been staring!!! He felt the colour rush to his face.
"Oh I'm... oh please... I did not,” he stammered.
She smiled. "Don't worry, darling, I'll take it as a compliment” she said turning back to him,” .... if it is one, of course?"
"Oh yes, very nice, very...." Again, he blushed at his over eagerness, "I mean yes, sorry.”
"You are very sweet, and please call me Auntie Jane.” He nodded and smiled. “And now, my darling Andrew, come along. We have lots to do.”
For a moment he just sat and bathed in her lingering perfume, but soon he was dressed and trying his hardest not to stare as she glided atop her high heels about the spacious kitchen with her phone to her ear.
"Darling, I really am so very sorry” she said sitting back before him, crossing her leather-clad thighs so the tip of one black toe rested on his leg. “I have been called out until lunch time. Silly businesses and all that, so help yourself to lunch and make yourself at home. Oh, and if you want to go out, there is a spare key in the second drawer of my bedside table ..."
“That’s Ok, La... sorry, Auntie Jane. I’ll be fine. If you don’t mind, I’ll have a swim and watch a film.”
“Of course you may, oh thank you, darling, you are so lovely,” she purred and with that placed her lips to his cheek. “I’ll miss you. Now I have to change, so I will see you later.”
And so, after watching his now be-suited hostess slip into her scarlet car and disappear out of sight, he first took a tour of the garden and house, then lay in the warm pool for an hour as the warm morning sun beat down, before finally marvelling at the huge home cinema setup and collection of films.
But soon he decided to pop into town to the record stores and was nearly out the door when he remembered the key, so back up to Lady Fullerton-Jones’s room he went and there he stopped.... dead.
Lying on the dressing table was the outfit she had been wearing not 3 hours before, the black leather pants and that shimmery white blouse. He stared at them... and something drew him closer. He could not resist picking the pants up. They were so smooth and soft and shiny...., then without thought and on some unknown impulse he stripped to his briefs, then just as quickly he stopped, astonished at what had come over him. He was actually going to put them on! But why? These did not belong to him.... apart from the main point that they were female clothes.... But he could not help but wonder what they must feel like. Quickly, his head spinning with embarrassment and fear, he pulled on his own clothes and with trembling hands replaced Jane’s as best he could so as not to give himself away.
He returned to the house at 5pm that evening. At one point he had contemplated going back to college, but that might have caused more bother and besides, it was only a silly bit of fun. No one was hurt. However, when he entered he was in for a shock. It was not that that Lady Jane was upset, no, she greeted him with a smile and a kiss, nor was it that, seated at the breakfast table sipping coffee was another gorgeous woman dressed in a stylish crimson skirt suit. No, the shock was that once again his stunning host was squeezed into those leather pants.
She saw him blush and after a moment introduced the visitor as her good friend and neighbour Jennifer Keely. She was about Lady Jane’s age, with crisp blonde hair, darkly lashed blue eyes and glossy plum lips which seemed to curl into a secret smile when she saw him. Slowly she uncrossed her legs and rising atop rapier-like heels stepped closer and offered her hand,
“Go… good evening, Ms Keeley,” the nervous boy said
“Hello Andy, it is so nice to meet you. Jane has told me all about her delightful guest and please call me Auntie Jennifer, just as Kelly does.”
For a moment Andy felt uncertain but then, as her face broke into a wide smile, he felt the same warmth as he had the first time he met Jane, and in no time all three were sitting drinking tea and he was telling her about his day and how Lady Jane had made him so welcome, like one of the family, and that he was enjoying his stay very much. In fact, Jennifer was so attentive and interested in everything he had to say, from college to how he met Kelly, that he was rather sad when she set down her cup and said she had to leave.
She stood and took his hand, her immaculately manicured fingers folding about his in a soft embrace.
“It has been so nice meeting you, Andrew.” She lent close and kissed him on the cheek, Andy felt himself flush, “... and I am sure we will meet again soon,”
“I... I look forward to it Ms… sorry, Auntie Jennifer.”
She smiled and brushed his cheek with one long red nail. “So do I, my dear……so do I.”
The young man trembled and as he watched her leave, sat back in the seat. “WOW!”
Wow indeed, but Jennifer Keeley would not be the last of Jane’s friends he would meet.
The next morning, after breakfast together, his host invited him to relax whilst she took a long morning bath. He was just skipping TV channels when he heard her call.
"Andrew, darling, be a dear and bring my Estee box from my room.”
His heart did not know what to do, skip or stop. He really did not want to go back into her room, but peeking timidly through the open door and seeing no sign of pants or blouse, he slipped in. The box was on the chest and in no time, he was offering it round the bathroom door.
"It’s all right darling, you can come in, I'm all bubbles" and she was, up to her chin. "Thank you dear, oh, I’ll be about half an hour yet, so could you just slip my nightgown back into my room, please?" She motioned to the bright red shift on the dresser and his heart found a new beat. Not wanting to draw any suspicion he whipped it up, the satin rippling as it folded about his hand, "Thank you darling, see you in half an hour.”
He stared at the nightdress, lying where he had placed it, the morning sunlight sparkling on its shiny surface.
“Half an hour,” he thought. “There’s time.”
“Why not ... because she is in the next room? Or because it is wrong?”
“Both.” Andrews head span as he fought to control this strange desire.
“But why not?”
“It’s a nightgown… women’s clothes!”
“Then why do you want to?”
“I don’t. I don’t.”
He never found the answer and in moments the fine silk was flowing down his naked body in a shiver of cool satin. He panted. It was like being swallowed by some sensual insect, slippery and smooth, yet as the boy struggled to come to terms with all the new sensations filling his body, one important fact escaped him… The nightdress fitted him perfectly.
"Andrew, darling,” came a shout from the bathroom. He jumped.
"Ye.... yes, Lady F.... Auntie Jane.” With panicking fingers, he struggled from the shimmering nightdress, fumbling out of it and laying it onto the bed as if he had merely discarded it without a second glance, before quickly falling back into his pants and T-shirt. “Y… yes, hello.”
“Andrew darling, I’m having such a nice time I shall be another half-hour.”
He slumped against the wall, sweat on his brow, “Oh ... Ok.” With his heart racing with relief and shame, he turned from the bathroom door, but try as he might, as he passed the open bedroom door, he couldn’t resist another glance at that shimmering red nightdress… But why?
It took two days for the near horror of the nightdress to pass, but in Jane’s company it soon drifted from his mind. His host took great pleasure in showing him the sights of London. She took him to a play and bought him gifts and spent far too much money on him. He said she was too generous, but she just smiled. “Don’t be silly, darling, I like you very much and you are perfectly sweet,” she said, kissing him on the cheek.
He liked her very much too. However, temptation was not far away.
After leaving him to browse a record store for an hour, she returned carrying a small label-less bag, its surface a deep glossy red, “Oh darling, I’m so sorry ...,” she said, “…phone call, office…oh, you know. Now I’ll meet you after lunch, at one. Sorry, sweetheart. Now, please be a dear and drop this home.” She offered him the bag.
“Sure, no problem,” he replied lightly.
“It’s a special little treat for myself, so no peeking.” She smiled.
He felt himself tremble at the implication.
“Help yourself to lunch and then the afternoon is all ours and, if everything goes to plan, I promise it will be one to remember.”
He did not mean to lie… indeed he placed the bag in her room and walked away… but he know he would return… He knew he would return, because the lunch he made tasted of nothing and was gone in a trice…
He sat for a long time, just looking at the glossy bag. Even this was mysterious and told him there was something special inside.
“But special for her, not me.”
“Only a peek. It won’t hurt.”
Nervously he opened the bag, inside, the contents were wrapped in pink tissue.
“Walk away, watch a film,” he told himself.
“But why, why when there is this... bag?”
“So it could be anything, gloves, jewellery a set of handkerchiefs?”
“But what is special about that? She said it was special.”
Tentatively, he slipped a trembling hand inside before quickly snatching it out again. He was shocked for, whatever it was in the bag, it was made of something slippery. Gathering himself, he gently drew the contents out and without another thought drew the first layer of tissue away.
“OH. … my … goodness,” he thought.
He didn’t recall laying them out but soon he was looking down at a pair of very sexy lady’s panties fashioned from the finest shimmering silk and trimmed with fine French lace. His fingers drifted over them. They felt so nice. He then looked back to the bag and drew out the second tissue-wrapped secret. Tentatively, so as not to tear it, he drew the rustling paper aside. This time he gasped out loud.
Yes, as before, they were panties and yes, they too were sexy and feminine, but this time, they did not have the shimmer of silk or satin. This time, the delicate garment seemed to glisten almost as if the panties were made of some rich liquid. It was then as he gazed at them that the aroma, freed by the unfolding tissue paper, reached his nose. He breathed and, as he did, his eyes widened on the items laid out before him. His heart tripped.
They were rubber!
Andy just stared, his heart pounding. He had never seen anything like it. He just stared or rather, that was all he should have done, for then he reached out and stroked the glossy liquid-like surface. Andy’s heart raced and in that moment his fate was sealed.
This was wrong, it could not be more wrong, and he knew it.
Then why was it that, moments later, his hands were running across his buttocks moulded in gleaming rubber? His soft and nervous fingers skimmed over the smooth material which fitted so tightly and smoothly around and between his buttocks.
Was it wrong?
It did not matter, for he was lost in the reflection in the mirror. He turned and stretched, feeling the rubber tighten as it sought out the valley between his buttocks. His hands smoothed over their surface as if they had become dewy cherries, juicy and ripe.
However, he had failed to notice one vital thing. The panties fitted him perfectly.
Silly boy……TICK… TOCK… Time passed lost in his dream of turning and stretching… TICK…TOCK … Silly boy, he knew nothing else but this new strange sensation that hugged and held him…. TICK…. TOCK…. Silly boy ....
Andy gasped. His heart stopped. His body froze.
Lady Jane was home!!!
Hello and thank you for visiting my blog. Well it is not so much a blog more a place to share all the things i have written, drawn and generaly played with over the last 10 years. Most of them are related to my love of smooth slick Latex and shiny PVC, as well as the delights of feminization. I also have a huge crush on British TV presenter Carol Vorderman (The perfect model of the older woman) as well as the gorgeous Keira Knightley. (more my age). There will be nothing harsh or nasty here, just fun things, naughty things, sexy things and yes, well, Kinky things. Basically it's a stroll through the kinky lanes of my mind. hope you have fun. XXX