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Hi Everyone
I hope you are all super well and not half as tired as I am. It is always the same, you have a holiday and then need another one after rushing about to catch up on everything.
Never mind. What it does do though is give me an opportunity to share the third part of my In Paris story. This gets a little naughty and was first shared over on Patreon a few weeks ago.
I do intend to continue this story, but that will depend on all sorts of mystical elements coming together.
Hope you like this
XX
Andy
Here is the first part.
In Paris: Part 2
by
Andy Latex
If Andy had been scared or god forbid unwilling, then She would have had to stay, but Fortunately it was not a choice she had to make. Oh Jane would have liked to have stayed and watched her beloved nephews transformation, but there was simply no room for her to just sit and watch. Both Sylvie and Adrienne would be attending to him and she would only have been in the way, she trusted them totally, they knew what she wanted, the conversation had been had when she had planned the visit and following some reassuring words, she had left her most prized possession in their trusted care.
The ping made her heart flutter and she picked up the phone from beside the coffee cup, the screen glowed. However she did not recognise the number.
With a flick of her freshly polished fingertip the device unlocked.
Hello Madame Jones. we have completed and we are more than happy. I look forward to seeing you.
I look forward? Jane thought, but then she realised, then she saw the profile pic, it was a direct message from Sylvie. On her private number. Her heart fluttered. I look forward to seeing you.
Jane checked her watch, time had flown, 3 hours had passed. She smiled at the thought of her beloved Andrew, sitting patiently in the deep leather chair as the girls fluttered and flittered about him and he would have been patient, because that was who he was,he would have been nervous, sweet and polite, no fuss.
Another ping, this time whatapp. A large file was loading, but this time from the recognised salon number and in a few moments it opened with a message.
A keepsake for a special client. We hope you enjoy.
Jane gasped, her hand to her lips, it was a video file of Andy,clearly nervous but smiling sweetly, seated between Sylvie and Adrienne as the girls began their delicate task.A tingle of joy and delight warmed her cheeks, it was a video of Andy having his makeup applied. She would save it and meet her beloved nephews transformation with a surpise
The salon was only a few streets from where she had spent her time browsing the boutiques and Janes every step back to that door was on a cushion of air.
For a brief moment before entering she stopped and checked herself in the mirrored wall on which the Salons ornate logo sat.
She turned, checking the look of her leather pants and flicking the collar of the silk blouse that nestled beneath the neatly tailored Chanel jacket. She was in France, In Paris, nothing but the sleekest of appearances would do.
She smiled at herself, she looked good.
As she entered the warm, perfumed salon she could not see her nephew. The seat she had left him in now occupied by a mature lady of style.
A few moments passed, she saw Esther and Adrienne at work and a couple of the other girls, a trim young girl all in black with neat short brown hair, was offering coffee to a waiting client, whilst a second taller blonde rearranged one of the booths to her left.
Then from the back of the room, all legs and immaculate hair, came Sylvie . Jane took a breath and unconsciously stepped back as the elegant beauty approached.
“Welcome back Madame Jones”, The glossy Brunette said, greeting her with a warm smile of clear delight. “I trust you had a lovely afternoon in our beautiful city”
Not confident enough that her voice would not let her down, Jane nodded.
“You would surely have not looked out of place anywhere, you have the style of a true Parrisienne Madame Jones. However I think it is your young companion you wish to see. Please come this way, Andrew will be with you in a short while. Please I will have one of the girl bring you coffee”
Stepping aside the willowy Brunette ushered Jane past the reception desk and on to the salon floor. For a second she did not know which way to go, but then she felt a guiding hand on the small of her back.
“Please this way”
Jane felt herself jump and tense, my god it was only a hand on her back, but just that touch sent a tingle through her the like of which she had not felt in an age, It was a tingle that made her excited.
However the touch did not stop, the girl did not remove her hand, indeed as they moved through the salon, Jane felt it slip lower until, as they reached the elegantly seated waiting area, the girl's hand caressed her leather clad bottom.
Jane became wet.
“Please, Andrew will be with you very shortly”. The girl said, turning away with a smile.
Jane watched her leave, watched those long legs and that pert bottom, she stared, breathless with admiration and as she did, the girl looked back and caught her.The look on the girls face was one of such knowing, knowing of her own beauty and knowing of the effect she was having on her beautiful client.
Jane sat, she sat quickly before her legs gave way and as she did she felt her moisture slick between her thighs.
In fact it was quite a lucky thing that Andy was not there to meet her because it gave her the opportunity to calm and take a moment.
Slightly moving the clutch bag she had so swiftly placed on her lap, Jane gave a quick glance downwards, Thank God for leather she thought, for if she had been wearing anything finer, then she would surely have been looking at a spreading patch of dampness. She took a breath, the leather was unmarked and no one would suspect the condition the inside was now in. It was ok, she thought, calm down.
However the effect this stunning Parisienne girl had on her was quite shocking. Jane was always the one in control, but that clearly deliberate touch of her bum , the flirty look back over her shoulder and the fact that she had revealed her personal phone number to her, the signs were clear and it was almost too much to bear and it was only the sudden realisation that the little, short haired brunette had appeared from nowhere to place her coffee on the table beside her that mentally brought her back into the room.
Looking up Jane thanked the already departing girl with a polite “Merci” and for a brief moment her eyes drifted over the girl's trim figure. The tight black pants and well cut T shirt highlighting her pert little bottom and slim waist and the classic salon girl ballet pumps just added to her “saturday girl” charm.
Jane shook her head, ‘Oh come on, that's too far’, she chastised herself for staring. ‘she is barely in her late teens, what the hell is this place doing to me?’
and then the girl turned.
The girl turned and with a smile brighter than the sun and warmer than a summer's beach replied.
“You are welcome Auntie”
It was an audible gasp. There was no way round it and for a moment the coffee in Jane's hand was in danger of decorating the room.
“Andrew?”
The word did not need to be formed as a question, for the girl in the tight black pants and T shirt, now clearly emblazoned with the word Dior in bold red letters, was undoubtedly her Nephew, same wide white smile, same dimpled cheeks and same happy sparking blue eyes, but…but this Andy…this Andy was beautiful.
Jane put her hand to her mouth, “Oh my God”, she choked and the tears welled.
A moment passed between the pair, It felt like a lifetime but was merely a blink of an eyes, But then, elegant and controlled, Jane placed the coffee cup down and rose atop her needle-like heels. She took a breath and the pair drew close.
“Oh my God, You look amazing”, Jane sighed stroking her hands across his shoulders, “As amazing as I dreamed you would be, as I knew you would be”
And he was,he was perfect.
Make up is transformative and can reshape and mask, but the girls had done none of those things, those were Andy’s eyes, those were Andy’s lips and those were Andy’s cheeks, It was Andy, yes he was still boyish, but now the femininity that had lain uneasily beneath that thin veneer of masculinity had been exposed and he was beautiful.
“Love your outfit, turn about”
Andy obeyed with a delighted skip. Showing off his cute ‘Salon uniform’
“How do you feel?”
“It's odd, Auntie, I can feel it, the makeup on my face, especially my lashes and lips, but it feels…nice?”
Jane took his hands, admiring the gloss red nails. “No sweetheart, how do you feel…..are you Ok?”
Andy paused, he now looked down to where his hands rested in his Aunts, he nodded “I am”
Jane's heart fluttered, it had been all so easy, so easy to achieve, but it had all been down to Andy’s naturally compliant nature.
At that moment Jane saw Sylvie approaching from behind her pretty nephew, an equally wide smile on her lips.
“I hope everything is ok” She said, placing her hands on Andy’s shoulders, “Our Model has been perfection”.
“You have done wonders”, Jane said, “I could not be happier”
“Not at all, it was easy and a pleasure to have such a sweet model to work with, very professional”
Andy giggled.
“There is just one thing”, Sylvie said, moving to Andy’s side, “Payment”
Jane raised her hand, in understanding. “Please Sylvie, I am happy to pay double for such skills”
The French beauty laughed softly, reaching out to touch Jane’s hand as she took up her clutch bag. “No no, we could not take money for what has been such a pleasure. We were actually hoping we might borrow Andrew for the next few hours. You see, we will soon be missing two assistance from the salon floor and as Andy is so charming we hoped he might continue to serve our clients”
Jane’s uncontrolled smile must have been a clear giveaway as to her own feelings, but she rightly turned her eyes to the immaculately made up beauty before her. “It’s up to you Andrew, would you like to continue to be Sylies, salon assistant?”
Andy nodded “Is it alright?”
“Of course it is alright, Its seems you have made quite an impression here Andy,I could not be happier”
“But…but what will you do Auntie”.
“Don't Worry about that my dear, I will find a way to occupy my time. Enjoy and be good”.
The smile on Andy’s lips as he turned to the call from Eshter was as warm and excited as she could have ever imagined and as he moved away, back into the salon,she felt Sylies hand on her arm.
“You love him very much. Does he know that this is just the beginning?” she asked softly.
Jane looked from Andy to the fragrant girl beside her. The knowing look on her face, indicating her understanding.
“Just a bit of fun with his silly Aunt Jane…..That’s all he needs right now”
“He is going to be very beautiful”
“I hope so. Little steps”, For second Jane drifted on the image of her pretty nephew, of that smile, of that pert little bottom in those neatly cut pants, she imagined him in heels, how elegant his legs would look, how feminine.
Then a hand, gentle but deliberate, stroked her bottom and she gasped.
Awakening from her daydream, Jane turned to find the second girl who had helped Andy, Adrienne, standing very close behind.
However, before her unsuspecting brain could respond to the girl's blatant touch with anything more than a startled “Oh!” of surprise, she felt Sylie’s warm soft hand slip into hers.
Jane, lost for words, was a very rare thing, but turning her eyes back to the beguiling Brunette, her startled reaction to Sylie’s touch once again came as little more than an inarticulate “Er” of perplexity. A state not helped by Adrienne taking her other hand in hers.
Jane took a breath, her mind formed a response, but it never passed her lips.
Without a word the two girls had led her from the salon floor though the half hidden door and into a dark room, lined on one side but full floor to ceiling curtains. A restroom? lounge area? ornate store room? Jane could not guess. Not that her disorientated mind had the capacity to make that call at that moment, because it was still struggling to catch up or the events which were silently unfolding around her.
Adriennes touch was whisper soft and Jane’s jacket was slipped off almost before she knew it, The fine material gliding over the silk blouse beneath.
“Relax Jane, there is no need to worry”, Sylvie said, moving to the edge of the room and pressing a control on the wall.
Jane instantly tensed, she stepped back, for gradually the curtains on the wall to which she had been led, parted and the light from the street beyond flooded in.
“Wha??”
“Don’t worry, they can not see us” Adrienne said, running her hands down Jane's spine and gently moving her closer to the glass wall. “It’s one way, you know it is, we watched you outside”.
Suddenly Jane noticed the salon's Logo, reversed now on the glass and let out a soft “Oh” of recognition.
Lost in a fog of disbelief, it was not until she felt the girls touch, one on each side beginning to unbutton the cuffs of her blouse that she fully understood what was happening. “Oh my God”
Jane now held her breath, her eyes raised, averted from the two girls and their nimble fingers, up to the splendid chandelier that dominated the ornate ceiling above. But she could not ignore their touch. She closed her eyes, squeezing them tight, trying to keep some control, but this was happening, this really was happening and the cool and in control Jane Fullerton-Jones did not know what to do.
As the buttons came undone, Jane surrendered and her eyes lowered to meet those of her seducers, Adrienne,bright, playful and sparkling and Sylvie, big, warm and friendly. In that moment,that meeting of eyes, the hypnotic French beauty silently asked all she had to with a smile and slight nod of her head.
It was a request for permission. Jane swallowed, her breath trembling on her parted lips. She was not in their control, alone and helpless to their touch, but she could not deny it. Her response was given.
The cuffs open, Sylvie now stepped away allowing Adrienne to come before mature and elegant beauty .
Blatantly close, the girl gazed straight into Jane's eyes. However it was not a gaze Jane could hold, for her eyes, nervous and disbelieving of what was happening, darted back and forth from Adriennes fingers on the buttons of her blouse, to the ceiling and that chandelier, to the world outside and the passing faces, all ignorantly unaware of what was happening just metres away beyond that polished wall.
However it was her gentle and erotic undressing to which her eyes were helpless drawn, she watched intently as Adrienne deftly unbuttoned each tiny pearl button and as the last one opened and the sheer silk slipped from her body Jane let a softly breathed “I don’t believe this”, pass her lips.
Adrienne smiled and stroked the under side of her now exposed breasts, making Jane sigh. She had not worn panties that day, because of the tightness of her leather pants, so why would she have worn a bra, she did not need it, her body was as toned as a girl half her age,but perhaps if she had known what the day would bring she might have done differently, but as she helplessly watched the girl polished fingertip rise to circle a pert copper nipple, is was all to late.
Sylvie smiled, Jane's moan of pleasure was completely uncontrolled and came without thought, but she understood it so well, for she knew Adrienne's touch was like nothing on earth.
Such was the distracting caress of the girl's finger, her heels, Louboutin, sleek and black, polished red soles, were removed without effort or thought. Indeed their removal was almost a blessing for without those 5” needle heels, Jane’s trembling body found itself on slightly firmer ground.
Suddenly Jane jumped and looked down to where Sylvie now knelt before her, her hands resting on the buckle of her belted leather pants. She panicked,swallowed her breath and with a softly pleading “No” placed her hands over the girls.
Sylvie just smiled.
“Don’t worry” said Adrienne, her voice dripping like liquid in Jane’s ear, “It’s ok” and without genuine resistance, she eased Jane's hands away.
The belt opened and the golden zipper began to descend.
Within moments she would be completely naked, open and vulnerable, helpless to her two seducers desires, but she could not resist, did not want to resist, she wanted to be helpless.
Jane melted. “ What am I doing?”
From where she knelt the sleek brunette could smell Jane's aroma, mingling within the scent of warm leather. It drifted in the still air, filling her head with the promise of delicious pleasures to come. “Mmmm, j'adore ton parfum” she sighed breathing Jane in.
But it was not just the scent that revealed itself, for as the pants, sleek and tight were eased down, the moisture from Jane's uncontrolled excitement glistened and flowed in thick strands of silver, stretching between flesh and leather.
“Up” came the soft request and without control Jane obeyed, raising first one and then the other foot to allow the leather to be slipped free. She was naked
Naked now before the two,still fully dressed girls and to all rational thought before the entire world as it passed the mirrored window beyond, Jane put her hands over her face. Whether it was embarrassment, shock or shame, she could not tell, but it was an honest and natural reaction. She had never felt so naked before, nor felt more alive.
Gently both girls took a hand and eased them away, Jane’s face was flushed , her eyes moist with uncertain tears. She looked beautiful
“Come”.
For the briefest of seconds Jane paused when she saw the wide lounger, deep red leather, soft and satin smooth. It sat a few metres from the mirrored wall,looking out to the world beyond.
Until now, until this moment it all seemed like a dream from which she would snap awake at any moment, that the girl's touch was little more than tease, but now her knees truly became weak, she took a deep trembling breath and a hand, soft on her back, guided her down.
Jane balanced herself against the wall and slipped the second heel on. She took a breath. Her leather pants seemed tighter than ever before and every movement seemed to direct pressure to her still swollen sex.
“Shit”, she thought, the fifteen minute walk back to the hotel was going to be rather interesting.
She paused, breathing calmly, letting the feeling subside.
She could still feel every tingle and touch. She had been helpless in her seducers company, like a virgin, lost and uncertain and like a virgin she had cum almost at their first touch. Sylvies mouth and tongue on her juice wet pussy and Adriennes eager on her breast. However, under their skilled and sensual control it would not be the last time.
They had made love to her body, to every inch.
She had never before cum standing up . She had never before cum standing up as she looked out on an unsuspecting world passing by and she had never before cum standing up, an unsuspecting world passed by, as two kneeling girls,devoured her succulent sex from front and rear together.
Had she been a Goddess, worshipped and adored or a helpless plaything, taken and enjoyed, she did not know or care for never had she received so much devotion to her sole pleasure without demand or request that it be returned
She smiled and gave a giggle of recognition, Hell and they had not even removed one item of their own outfits.
She took and sharp breath “Oh Fuck!” She rested back against the wall, “Oh Fuck”
She squeezed her eyes shut, concentrate on anything but that, she thought, anything but that memory, that feeling, those tongues, those lips,Oh those lips, wet and warm, all over her body and so deep within. Touching, kissing, tasting and caressing. “Oh Fuuuck”
Induced by the tight grip of her now restrictive leather pants, the soft climax rippled gently through her like a babbling brook,tingling every nerve with sweet music.She rode the waves of the sexual aftershock for a minute, gazing out at the faces in the street as they went about their everyday business, drifting on the memories of the afternoon
Yes the walk back to the hotel was going to be very interesting indeed, but first she had a pretty new toy to play with.
Are you ready, sweetheart, jane said, stroking Andy’s cheek.
“I guess”, was Andy’s lightly disappointed reply, “Is Sylvie going to help?”
Jane gave a secret smile, she had already done that. “With what sweetheart?”
“Well I can’t go out like this can I”
To be continued ……………………………………
