An Evening With Andy Latex: Chapter 3

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   Here is part 3 of  Mandy's lovely tale of An Evening With Andy Latex.
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Andy



Chapter three.

As the days turned into weeks Tracey became downhearted because Andy had not called and over a month had passed by and it was almost time that the beginnings of campaign proceeded.
As I had still not received a phone call from Andy I was going to start looking for another artist when the phone rang. A courteous, friendly man sounding almost contralto in tone voiced true concern and such remorselessness as he apologised about taking such a long time in calling me.
“I’m sorry, do I know you?” I inquired.
“Please forgive me, ma’am, I believed it was your unbelievably cute maid that handed me your card…..”
Once it had all clicked into place I almost squealed with delight at the man calling me. “Andy? Your the brilliant artist from Paris, aren’t you?”
In a shocked voice, he gasped. “Well, I guess, yes, ma’am.”
In excitement of hearing Andy phone me at last I slipped completely out of persona when on the phone to strangers and blurted out. “Please. Please call me Mandy. Are you interested in doing the project? I would be so grateful and I completely adore the way you use the colours to bring the characters to life.” Immediately telling me that he was and would be in London next week, I asked. “I have a small function next weekend, would you be able to escort me while you are here? We can discuss the project then and I would be happy for you to use a spare room and I am so sure Tracey would love to see you again, Andy.” Thanking me, Andy eagerly told me he would be delighted to go to the party so I quickly told him where I lived as we made arrangements for when he would be in England.
With all the assignments I had to do the days waiting really rushed by so much I had to leave Andys’ surprise souvenir for Tracey to sort out for me and when the doorbell chimed the normally ladylike Tracey let out a squeal that filled the house, not to mention her stilettos echoing off the hardwood floor as she rapped them steadily towards the door.
Entering my small office in a discomposed, well she was practically in a confused state, Tracey announced. “Please, Mistress Mandy. Andy has arrived.” Looking at them standing so close I could see how flustered my maid appeared to be in her silky soft yellow satin outfit with its bright green plait trim around the edges of small apron, even her six inch kitten shoes continued the effect of her being a shimmery yellow flower.
“Thank you, Tracey.” Unlike her accustomed manner Tracey stayed in the office with us, I glanced at her but she somehow just moved even closer to Andy almost hiding the small briefcase he was carrying; as Andy did not act as if he was uncomfortable I allowed her to stay this time. “Hello, Andy. Thank you for taking time to help me. Please be seated.” As Andy took one of the chairs to my absolute dismay he indicated to Tracey to be positioned next to him; as Tracey appeared nervous I allowed the unsatisfactory behavior without saying anything just yet and after a brief chat began showing Andy the new collection of rubber, satin, PVC and letherette clothing I would promoting in my outlets.
Even as I was bringing up the images on my desktop Andy had started sketching, within a short time he showed the outline of his first picture. “Having purchased from some of your outlets, I was thinking maybe something like this, Mandy?”
Taking a hold of the pad I began to lightly giggle. “I adore it, Andy. I really do.” The scene I was looking at was of one of my new rubber catsuits worn by a young androgynous character floating in space. “It’s so sixties, almost like that cartoon ‘The Jetsons’. Andy, it’s wonderful. Can you do a selection of the collection? I’ll need them all in three weeks.” I felt myself almost begging Andy to agree to the assignment.
Even though we had been been drinking cups of tea while Andy sketched away all afternoon it felt as if we had only been chatting for ten minutes when Tracey suddenly reminded us that she was in the room too. “Please, Mistress. I am sorry to disturb you both but I feel I should remind you that you have to be at the function at eight and it will take me almost an hour to drive there.”
Seeing the clock behind her I gasped, it was five O’ clock already, Andy was such a charming individual that six hours had disappeared. “Crap! Oh sorry, Andy. I didn’t mean to be so long over this and apart from a piece of cake I haven’t even offered you anything to eat. Please can you forgive me?” Andy just smiled graciously. “Tracey has a new outfit for you and if you like it, please wear it tonight?”
I had been hoping that I would have the opportunity of a very long relaxing fragrant bath but as time was getting late it had been a quick shower.
Fluttering around my bedroom, nails and face finished, cursing myself for not having the time to inspect the item Andy was being shown I pondered the colour and style of outfit Tracey had selected also if Andy would even wear it, maybe I was just being silly it was bound to just be a gentleman’s suit so I decided that I would adorn my body with the new full length white satin lined, black PVC dress I had my chief stemstress create for the evening, Maria was the only one I would fully trust to cut carefully enough so the dress would hug my body tightly and show my chest abundantly. Stepping into to the creation was such a lascivious pleasure for me. Playful it was taunting my erogenous zones as I glided my legs downwards into the smooth silky texture listening to it whisper seductively against my skin, the satin teased my body more as the dress drifted up my body covering my naked flesh, its lustrous luxurious softness hugged my skin. Zipping myself tightly into enchanting glossy gown, the low sun glistening off the rich sheen that was stretching intimately over my upper body, allowing the hobble skirt to carefully control the movement of legs as I had undertaken to wear my six inch white leather slingbacks with such sharp stilettos they came essentially to a point.
Pulling myself away from the full length mirrors that were reflecting my hand slithering over the slippery PVC, allowing the soft satin lining to entice my delicate skin as they were inching their way over the luxurious smooth glossy cloth layering my body, to go and meet my companion for the evening.
I had only just made myself comfortable on the chaises longue in the open hallway, sipping on a glass of tonic water, having an advantageous view of the stairs I soon glimpsed Andys’ fingers, with their lavender polished nails, very elegantly rest his hand against the rail before he descended to the hallway. Transfixed by the reality that his svelte silken smooth legs were naked leaving only his feet, with their intensely glossed lavender painted toenails, had any covering diamante jewelled rose-tinted five inch slingback sandals. As he gradually stepped delicately into view, giving no sign of apprehension as he displayed more of his enchanting transformation, the sleeveless mini dress created from slick, shiny pink pearlescent latex coated his slim body; showing how constricting the dress fitted his body there was only the fine line of  his miniscule and must have been incredibly tight latex panties spoilt any impression that his skin was not made of rubber. The reflective lighting resulting in giving the highly polished latex dress an illusion of shifting from pink to lilac with ever step, Tracey must have allowed Andy to use her obsolete, genuine appearing, pseudo breast as disproportionately his bosom varied from when I seen him last, now his feminised chest was causing the peak of the dress to become almost purple, the fine latex only ending as it reached his slim feminine neck. Finally I took account of his face, Andy appeared to match his illustrations even more than before. With his unstressed wavy blond hair, which had been tied back earlier, now it had been fluffed up into a full feminine style causing it to sway slightly as he took each delicate step, over his flawless skin sat perfectly applied foundation, with checks there had been administered blusher so tenderly to give him an excited, timid expression, his eyes appearing wary wide from the use of fuchsia eyeshadow and black liner on his thick lengthy lashes under his fabulously arched brows finally Andys’ seductive kissable highly glossed lavender pouting lips that kept sending enticing smiles towards Tracey as she followed smoothly behind Andy while still in her yellow satin maids dress.
Wow!” I gasped loudly watching them gently holding hands as they proceeded so harmoniously across the hall towards me, strangely keeping their body angled towards each other as they beautifully wafted across the highly polished wooden floor. “You girls look so incredibly dreamy together. Do you like the dress Andy?” My squeal of delight was severed short when I noticed how their hips swayed in unison causing the latex dress Andy had so closely enveloping his sensuous body to flow like a lubricate floating on water, even up close as the two smiled seamlessly together they cascaded nothing but femininity in their looks and charm while the scent of honeysuckle and jasmine oil, which was radiating from their bodies, filled the hallway.
Tracey began giggling in an unembarrassed manner as her face deeply reddened slowly allowed her hand to slither slowly around Andys’ back, Andy flirtatiously told me. “It’s just gorgeous, thank you Mandy. I just adore the feel of the such slippery, silken latex caressing my body almost as much as when this ravishing one was glossing the beautiful dress.” Then he quickly added. “I really adore your dress too, Mandy, it accommodates you beautifully, you look so majestic in it.” As he spoke Andys’ soft gaze remained on me, allowing me to discover how is eyelids had been peppered with glitter over the violet powder giving him a mythological appearance.
Traceys’ face managed to redden even further, the blush now reaching her slim neck, in concern for the way Tracey was effected around Andy, I enquired. “Would you like the evening off, Tracey? I can drive if your not feeling well.”

To be continued