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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

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Wednesday, 5 July 2023

Wednesday with Skinnie, Sally, Carol and a kind of Keira

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Hi Everyone
 So here we are again, mid week and that means we have the final part of Skinnie S's wonderful story "When the cats away"
  We also have a few very brief odds and ends which have recently crossed my path .
First up, Blog legend Carol Vorderman dropped this little clip on Monday to promote her "Perfect10" Podcast.
 I think Perfect 10 out of 10 for Ms Voderman is  the very least she should score .




I still have fun mucking about with this new Ai thing, those of you on Patreon might have seen the Vogue covers for Aunt Jane and Andy. The problem with it is id struggles to create realalistic images of a real person, however as we have seen with this post
It can be done and now another example, naturally it would have to be Keira Knightley, but heck its my blog {lol}  and she is still the most beautiful woman in the world .
  This included the prompt Magazine photoshoot

Then again Ai can make our imaginations tingle with all sorts of images.
Now I'd happily cause a disturbance if this officer would take me away.




but  hang on there, Ai might be good for creating fakes, but we all know the only true way to see that shiny truth is via the Smoothslicknshiny Lens and in its focus we see the kinky truth hidden away and today it swings on beautiful, elegant ,buttoned up BBC Breakfast presenter Sally Nugent. Who if I might just say seems to be getting hotter by the day (Just saying)
Yes, forget Ai The S.S.n.S Lens has it all captured.



Now moving on. Some Vloggers deserve great credit and MsUniqStyles deserves an extra mention for her dedication to Latex, especially in this catsuit, I mean she broadcast for 4 hours, under those lights, heavens she must have been so slick in this glossy skin.



Enough of that, lets get to where you all wanna be, in the hands of our dear Skinnie Stallion and his superb story 'When the cat's away"
  I hope you give us more in the future my Friend
XXXX



Part 6.   The Cat that got the Cream  


Andy was becoming slowly resigned to his fate until Jane led him on to the back terrace.  Nerves struck again.  Jane said they would pick-up Chantelle on the way.  And he would sit on the back seat with her.  It would a nice surprise for her.  They would be nice and cosy together.


 “But I thought you were driving the Tesla today!” he exclaimed.

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“I was but that was for business.  We’re going in the Porsche this evening.   You Dress for Success, you Drive for Style.”    


He knew there was hardly any room in the back of the 980.   He and Chantelle would be squeezed together.   At least there were tinted windows.  Still he tried to resist:  “You go.  I’ll stay here and finish my dusting.”


Jane gripped him firmly by the wrist to prevent any silly struggles or attempts to run back to the Hall.   “If you can’t be trusted on your own Andrew, you are going to have to come with me, aren’t you?”


“No, please Aunt Jane, not like this,” he implored her.  


“Andrew, stop this silliness.”   Jane paused and turned to him.   He was quivering with fear.  “When we get to Chantelle’s, I will expect you to get out, go to the door and bring her to the car.  Is that clear?”


“Can’t you do it Auntie, please?  I can just slide into the back.”   He hoped he would be able to avoid getting out of the car by sliding between the driver and passenger seat into the rear.   It would be a horribly tight squeeze and he was frightened that his heels might damage the leather.  “I really don’t want to be seen by the neighbours.”  Tinted windows might protect him during the journey but a classic Carrera GT parked outside Chantelle’s was sure to get the curtains twitching.  


“Don’t be silly, darling.   I don’t keep a maid to bark myself.   And she is your girlfriend.”


“She’s not my girlfriend,” he protested yet again.


“Have it your way,” she said, “but I will come to the front door with you.” 


She was still holding his wrist as she spoke to him: “Now Andrew, tell me what you are going to say to Chantelle.”


“Do I have to?”  Really?”


“Yes, darling.  You do. You need to be prepared.   You disobeyed me and that will not do.  Think of this as your punishment.   A nice punishment.   I haven’t put you in the Utility with Fifi this time, have I?”   Though she had been tempted.   He did look so good in his white latex catsuit waggling his little tail.   And he did look so sweet on all fours.


“No, Auntie.”


“Or in the Basement?”    Leaving him trussed in the Basement was always helpful when she needed some peace and quiet to work, and didn’t want the noise of his hoovering disturbing her.   But given his plans to meet with Will, he’d probably enjoy the reward of being gagged too much.   No, this was the best punishment for a naughty maid who wanted to go out without her permission. 


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“No, Auntie.”  


“That’s right, I haven’t.   Instead you’re in one of your lovely dresses and a nice pair of heels looking as pretty as pretty can be.   And you’re going out with me, tonight.  Is that really a punishment?”


Tears started to well in Andy’s eyes.  “No, Auntie.  I love being with you Auntie.  I only wanted to meet with Will because I thought we couldn’t have our evening together.”


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Description automatically generated“So what will you say?”   If he only knew it, Jane’s heart was melting at the sight of him in front of her with his moist eyes and trembling glossy red lips.   She wanted to pick him up and kiss him there and then, but they’d gone so far, she needed to hear what he was going to say.


Andy paused.   He gathered himself, trying to compose the words in his head.   He started, trying not to gabble, “When she opens the door, I will say, ‘Hello Chantelle.  I’m Andy.   It’s really nice to meet you.  I’m so pleased you want to meet.   And this is my Aunt Jane, or should I say Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones.”   He halted again to collect his thoughts.  “…You may have heard of her.   She’s the lady who lives in the big house.”   And then he blurted,  “As you can see, I’m her maid.  At least I’m her maid in my spare time.  I love being her maid.   She’s my chaperone for the night and also my date.   If you would like to come too, you’ll be very welcome but I’m with my Auntie.”  And then jabbered quickly,   “I adore my Aunt Jane and do anything she asks.’”


Jane was touched.   If her heart had been melting before, now it was pounding.  “Oh Andrew.   That was quite a speech.   I’m so touched.   I love you too.   You are a silly thing, Andrew.  I don’t want to be a grumpy Aunt Jane.”   


“Please, Aunt Jane. Please, please, please no.  I’m sorry,” he pleaded.


“I love you so much but you need to be a good boy and be pretty for me.”   


“I’m so sorry Auntie Jane, truly I am,” and the first tear started to trickle from his eye.


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Description automatically generated with low confidence“I know you are, sweetheart,” and she pulled him towards her and kissed her fragile butterfly of a boy.  He was so gentle and sweet.   It was a closed, dry kiss, but her lips lingered.  


He waited for the taste of her lipstick.  Then he panicked.   What if the gardener saw?  What if neighbours saw?  What if a hiker saw.   The gates to the Hall might be closed but there was a public footpath across the back of the Estate.   


She saw the look in his eyes and checked the path.   While he was still worrying, she took both his wrists and pushed them behind his back.  She held him close, his arms pinioned behind him.  Then she kissed him again and he realised her mouth was slightly open.  Their tongues met.   He was lost.   He was hers.   Why had he ever thought about trying to find his old clothes?  



“Now run along back inside before anyone sees you.”


“But what about Chantelle?”  he asked, suddenly concerned, as they walked back towards the Hall.  “What about the arrangement with Will?”


“Oh that!   I said you couldn’t meet with her.   You’d forgotten about needing to help me.”


“You mean, I was never going to meet Chantelle.”


“Not tonight.”  He felt his hand reach for hers and grip it.   Jane was touched.  He wanted to hold his Auntie’s hand.   “We do still have a booking for Kindling, though.  Except for the late sitting.  Would you like to go?”   


“Yes, Auntie.   If I can be with you.   But what will I wear?”


“Whatever, you want sweetheart.”


Then it was Andy’s turn to halt and look at his Aunt.  “I’m not sure about the maid’s dress, Auntie.”


“I know, darling.   Not yet.”


He looked up at her, his liquid blue eyes full of longing.  “Good, but can I wear my Dolly Altas and borrow your tan PVC pants, please?   And maybe a nice blouse and one of your Chanel jackets?”


“Yes, honey.  Of course. Your pants will match my skirt so well.  If you’re sure.”


“Yes, I’m sure.”


“And your earrings?  Will you want your diamond studs?”


“No Auntie, I think I’ll stay in my hoops.   I was wondering about a little collar too.”


“Which one, honey?   The black leather one that says ‘BOY’ in steel studs, or the new one I got you: the  pink one like Fifi’s that says ‘SISSY BOY’.”   


“I was thinking the one that says ‘BOY’.   I don't want the restaurant staff or customers getting confused.”


“Oh, honey, you’re so sweet.   And she kissed him again.  She’d have the fun of dressing 

 him again.    This time he would wear his Hummingbird.   And if he was wearing his hoops, he should wear false eyelashes too.   She fancied some butterfly kisses when he fluttered his eyelashes 


Maybe she’d wait until they were sat down at dinner before she’d tell him Chantelle had still been keen to meet and that she’d invited her  round to the Hall next weekend.   He could wear his pink collar and pink maid’s dress for that.    



To be continued ...we hope

XXXXXX






Monday, 3 July 2023

New art. The boy from Brighton

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Hi Everyone
  Hope you are all well. Nothing much to report here apart from it being yet another mad week, so I once again apologise to those I have left hanging on the line when it comes to emails and messages and things.
   So what do we have today, well we have the completed art from a piece previewed a few weeks ago on Patreon. This is the one inspired by Amanda Holdens stunning Latex dress from the other month. I just had to get Andy into it somehow and then it came to me......Well I'll give nothing more away, except to say this is a glimpse of the future, not as far forward as the Christmas image, but well I'll let you find out right now.
  I called this piece (because they all have names) The Boy From Brighton.
Hope you like this
XXX
Andy




Friday, 30 June 2023

Christeen on Friday

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July is right over
there and that means it
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latest in our Andy
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Hi Everyone
     Here we are again like we have never been apart, merrily blogging on with fun and naughtiness for all.
  As ever Friday is a time of delights as we welcome our dear Christeen to the gallery, with 4 gorgeous new pieces.
Thank you  Christeen, you are a legend 
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Andy








Monday, 26 June 2023

In Paris. A story. Part 2

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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
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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 ……………………………………