In Paris. A story. Part 2

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  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.

http://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2023/06/in-parisa-story.html

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 ……………………………………

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Hi Everyone

   Time for a Wednesday round up of odds and ends bits and bobs, sent to me or unearthed by myself.

We start of with a glorious pic sent to me by our friend Kitka, of the
beautiful Sharon Stone in the most gorgeous pair of glossy and polished boots.

  Can you imagine the creak and snap those make as she moves in them. Wow!

Next something I came across, or rather was found in my new tray. Steps, (I really like steps, not least because they provided the soundtrack to one of the most amazing nights at a club I have ever had with my beautiful friend and love, if i may be so bold, an older lady, leather pants, sweating and dancing till the early hours like a teenager...need i say more) 

  Anyway, the British pop band have released a new song and video and features the beautiful Faye Tozer in a pair of slick and shiny 

vinyl pants. This is not the first time the girls have honored us with shiny fashions but it is always great to see them worn so well by a more mature lady.

 

Now a couple of pics sent to me by Lois XX via email of the lovely

Maya Diab, who we featured a week or so ago. Again she is wrapped in Latex and looking amazing. There is also a stunning image of a Louis Vuitton Latex dress, which if one of our favourite celebs is not wearing sometime soon I may have to evoke a certain long lost curse. But who might it land upon? 

And finally, and most importantly a trailer for next week.

  I am delighted to welcome my friend Mistress LeatherBeth to our illustrious ranks of guest writers.

Her story "Fun in the Village" will debut next week and follow over the coming 5 weeks and just as our dear Mandy did, it weaves a slightly alternate world for our beloved Andy and Aunt Jane to slide through.

Here is just a little taste

Fun in the Village – Chapter 1

Andy's eyeslids flickered open, and his eyes eventually focused. Then the memories of last night's 18th birthday flooded back, and he smiled. Memories of fun and laughter, of shock and passion.

Andy could hardly conceive of a bigger shock than discovering that his parents, and Will's, not only knew about his situation, about their relationship, but were happy for them. As the realisation sank in during the course of the evening, Andy began to experience the lifting of a burden he'd barely been aware of.

He loved his dear Aunt Jane, he always had. But it couldn't be denied that she was a dreadful tease, and often took delight in Andy's embarrassment. But now, with the acceptance of everyone he truly cared about, embarrassment didn't seem such a big thing.

As for the passion, Andy remembered feeling a little warm as, just after midnight, he and Will went upstairs with their loved ones' eyes on them. Andy's bedroom was opposite Aunt Jane's, but Will had mentioned earlier in the evening that they were to share a large guest room in a neighbouring corridor, with a king size bed, rather than Andy's basic double. Their door had barely clicked behind them than they were all over each other.

So everyone stay safe and be kind and Biggest hugs

XXX

Andy

Ps

Apologise if this is poorly presented and formatted, but I can't get on with this new interface

XX

All According to Plan. Chapt 2

Hi Everyone
   Time for a new week and to start it is Chapter 2  of Mandy Sweet Hearts super story All According to Plan
Part one of which is here
https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2019/04/welcome-to-guest-week.html
XXX
Andy


All According to Plan.
By Mandy Sweet heart.

***To keep this tale within the ‘Lady Jane & Andy’ worlds
 I have taken a few liberties with the delightful stories
 & exciting artwork created by Sweet Andy Latex.
Thank you.


Chapter Two.
As soon as they reached the ground floor Jane went straight towards the coat closet,
removing a short pale lavender satin mac that she handed to Andy alongside illustrating
to him. “There was a slight frost last night so you might want to wear this.” And selected
a red knee length one for herself.
It finally dawned on Andy that maybe his aunt may not entirely be playing a game and
he was going to have to go out shopping dressed as he was. “I can’t go outside like this
aunt Jane, please don’t make me.” He begged. “It will be much too embarrassing if I see
anyone from college. I will do anything, I will repay you and do the chores.”
Imposing on her current feelings of euphoria Jane forcibly pushed herself to show mild
anger at him and informed her nephew in a slightly raised her voice. “You can and you

will go out dressed as you are Andy, because I wish it!” Having only heard this voice
once before and then directed towards his siblings Andy knew that there was no way he
could pacifier her, soundlessly he accepted the jacket which teased his skin deliciously as
he passively slid the satin over the glossy sleek blouse.
The mac was fixed in place by only an inch wide belt and when Andy timidly went to rest
the right side over the left Jane gently spoke up. “No darling, you will spoil the look, do
it like your blouse, left on top.” Excitedly watching her nephew undertaking the simple
task without any further outbursts provided Jane with a tiny yummy shudder of elation
leaving her to relax the dissatisfaction fully and praised him. “Wonderful, darling. We
best say that you’re my niece if anyone asks, and don’t look worried Andy, you look so
adorable even I feel you are my niece.”
They drove into central London without talking much, Jane strove to start a
conversation or two but Andy just sat there sulking, distant in his mind the young lad
felt confused, both ludicrous and enraptured at how feminine he looked. When Jane
stopped for the lights she glanced in his direction, chuckling. “You look so cute when
you pout, Andy.” However it didn’t cheer him up any and as they drew closer to the
main shopping district Andy was predominantly worried that one of his college friends
might see him or worst they might recognise who it was dressed in such feminine attire
and makeup causing him to believing his face needed no blusher to make it glow as they
entered the parking garage.
If Jane had know how demurely her nephew would have stepped out of her flamboyant
scarlet mercedes SL coupe she may have bought a skirt for him, with both legs lightly
together Andy swung them out of the car before standing. It was as if emerging from a
car dressed in such an unmanly outfit was merely a normal natural event, Andy enabled
his weight to diffuse seamlessly down the tall sexy acicular heels by straightening his
back and holding his head high before he casually took Lady Janes’ hand as soon as he
unpretentiously reached the dignified lady and allowed his aunt to lead the way out of
the underground parking facilities.
Jane had been watching his graceful, involuntary gestures and her heart skipped a beat
from the pride she felt towards him. “Thank you, Andy.” Jane softly expressed as she
accepted his hand only moderately surprised at Andy wanting to hold hers’. “We will be
going to Christians’ for an early lunch before the shops.”
He was only slightly distressed about the feeling of his hips swinging thoughtlessly while
trusting he could keep his balance in the five inch heels, from time to time listening to
his stilettos tapping in rhythm with his beautiful companion, Andy loved the experience
he felt from the soft slinky silk like clothing caressing him in a dreamy perception of
appreciation he knew he could never explain to his college friends.
As they were walking, hands still together, thanks to Janes’ tremendous skill with
cosmetics anyone could see how closely they resembled each other, although Andys’
covered legs were as lovely as they were long purely looked just a shade shorter than his
aunts’ in the higher heels.

Acknowledging that this was the most selective part of the city made it easier for the
boys’ first expedition as it was unlikely that any of his friends would be here thus by the
time they made their way towards the restaurant Andy started to relax in the female
persona he had been forced into and even found himself glancing at the shop windows
to admire himself, as they passed one boutique he twitched at Janes’ hand making her
pause to look at him, raising the pitch of his voice he claimed. “That’s a lovely trouser
suit, auntie Jane.” The item Andy was pointing to was made of deep pink Italian silk and
had deep flared bottoms with a strappy cami top and military fashion jacket.
Jane leaned to take a closer look cooing. “Not my colour darling.” Andy peered at her,
from that quizzical look she understood he meant for him and detected the deep love
and pride she always had for this exceptional boy surface again. Exclusively so Andy
could reveal the true beauty held within himself Jane wondered how far she could wrap
him around her little finger. “Your right, Andy, it would look really lovely on you.” The
affection she put into the words made Andy blush. “Maybe later I haven’t had any
breakfast today.”
It was only a short walk for them to reach Christians’ from the storefront nevertheless as
their heels continued to make music on the footpath they heard two loud whistles rising
above the busy traffic, blushing shyly the boy quickly glanced around. Making his
rosiness deepen Jane selfishly said to him “They were for you, Andy.” Continuing as the
two entered the restaurant she added. “In future just look ahead and keep walking,
darling.”
“My Lady Jane, how charming it is to see you in our humble establishment again.” The
maitre cheerful welcomed them. “And who is this most beautiful, charming lady you are
so generous to favour us with?”
Andy could feel his blush turn crimson even before Jane introduced him. “This is my
lovely niece Andy, Ares.” Jane watched the confused expression appear on the mans’
face before informing him. “Spelt with an I,E.”
“Ah! Of course, Lady Jane. I’m so pleased to meet you Andie, someone as exquisite as
yourself will always be welcome here.” After passing on some further increasingly
flattering compliments to the two of them plus allowing staff to assist them with their
coats they followed Ares request. “Please come this way, I have your favourite table
waiting for my preferred people.”
Having afforded merely a short time for Andy to relax again the two were escorted
toward the exclusive centre table opposite the door, permitting all entering or simply
walking past to see them both, causing Andy to fluster slightly at the mere thought of
how many people glance into to the elegantly ornamented restaurant.
Exactly as when Andy exited the car he sat in such an easy feminine fashion for any
persons’ first day wearing such alluring five inch heels, Jane felt short of breath as she
observed Andy flexing at the knees while keeping his body comfortably erective as he
slid flawlessly into the seat he was being offered. As soon as they were left alone Jane

leaned forward. “Don’t distress yourself, Andy, but I’ve been amazed while watching
you, how often do you rehearse such unstressed, feminine postures?”
Very sheepishly he replied. “Never really auntie. When I was younger I used to imagine I
found myself copying you but I guess I just watch a lot of ladies.”
Jane was silently considering the suggestion that Andy must be so unconfident starting
a conversation with the fair gender and just as she was feeling saddened for him a tall
slim waiter introduced himself as Will; Andy gasped at the name before he hesitatingly
gazed up while accepting one of the menus the young handsome man was offering
enabling Andy to realise it was not his college friend. Andy looked closely at the young
waiter feeling a stirring he had never been aware of before and without thinking he
began fluttering his lashes and smiling gratefully.
Jane noticed how lovingly open that smile was but restrained the urge to tease her
nephew and merely asked what he wished to eat.
Enjoying a sweet potato salad each Andy failed to help himself, practically every time
Will sauntered past their table the feminised boy just could not stop himself from
quickly throwing him a peek or sending the waiter the odd wink.
“You’re so naughty as girl, Andy.” Jane informed her companion and Andy instantly
grasped at how flirtatious he must have been if Jane had seen him.
“Sorry aunt Jane.” He humbly said.
Lightly giggling. “Don’t be silly, darling. It’s lovely to see you so alive, it shows a whole
new side I hardly believed might exist.”
Leaving the establishment an hour after they had arrived Andy queried. “Where are we
going now aunt Jane.”
“Just to buy a new outfit, Andy. Are you alright?”
Assuming from the way she spoke they would be looking at clothes for Jane, Andy
cheerfully insisted. “Yes, thank you auntie Jane, though these shoes are beginning to
make my feet ache.” If Andy had known he had a forty five minute labyrinth walk ahead
of him, entirely because Lady Jane wanted numerable affluent people to see such a
beauty with her, the boy might have complained a bit more.
Barely seeing the steadily shimmering long pearlised blue latex dress as it tightly
hugging a manikin in the tinted window Jane looked up to check the name, seeing it
informed everyone that it was Honour, she chirped. “We’re here, Andy. I’m sure we
can find an original ravishing outfit for you in this store.”
Having squinted at the dress once Andy appreciated what his aunt wished and
attempted to stop her escorting him towards the entrance, Andy gasped and begged in
his soft tender tone. “Please auntie Jane, please don’t make me wear a dress too.”
With pedestrians flawless traveling around the two, Jane spun on her heels and stared at
the boy with her eyes appearing to flash to a darker green. “You will do as I say,” then
something inclement flittered in her mind, “or would you prefer your friends see some
videos of you dressed as you are? I’m sure the houses’ security camera will have a fair
few wonderful images.”

Slowly lowering his head and shaking it at the same time Andy knew he was trapped and
resignedly followed his aunt into the premises. As Jane closed the door Andy gave a
groaning cringe at the warm humid scent of rubber as it proceeded to envelope them
before, wide eyed, he gasped with astonishment as the ambrosial aroma profoundly
filled his mind.
Seeing the cheerful assistant Jane inquired. “Hello, could you tell me where I might find
your French maid dresses?”
“Yes ma’am, this way.” The tall looking young girl, dressed in tight lustrous blue latex
shorts and a red latex top that invited her respectable bosom to try and overflow the
tight confines of its low V neckline stepped from behind the low counter, as her footwear
came in view they could see the cheerful cherry three inch platform boots bearing eight
inch needle spiked heels. “Any particular French style?” The girl asked as she led them
towards the rear of the store.
“Oh yes,” with the way Andy had been before they reached the boutique Jane had been
imagining just what she had set her mind on, “exceptionally short and exceedingly
feminine with several layers of underskirts and I wish it to be lilac to match my
nephews’ shoes.” Jane could feel Andys’ cringing shudder as she eased him into view
despite them slowly following girl while trying to admire the gorgeous latex gowns as
went.
The girl stopped and swung around to look at poor Andy standing close to Jane with his
head lowered in shame, but having served many dominates in the past she just chimed
and continued to make her way through the store. “Of course, ma’am and may I say how
lovely your nephew looks in the outfit you are allowing him to wear today.” By the time
the girl had finished her statement, now feeling richly sucked in by being so fully
engulfed in the fragrance of the surrounding latex attire, they arrived at the uniform
display area. “This one's my favorite and not for fancy dress, it’s extra rigorous to help
reduce the waist further.” The assistant purred as she lifted one of the hanging dresses.
Jane squealed with delight as she caressed the soft glossy latex and admired the five
layers of petticoats. “Oh, it’s so beautiful what do you think, Andy?” The most he could
manage was to set free was soft whimper while Jane rested the dress against body and
whispered. “If it wasn’t for your outburst just now I would never have said you were my
nephew, now behave.”
“Looks a perfect size too,” The girl announced as she smiled broadly witnessing Andys’
absolute displeasure before she enlightened Jane, “so tight and stringent just like an
impeccable latex should be when a devoted young maid is carrying out her daily chores
for her stunning Mistress, scrupulously sealed to his skin.”
Even Jane almost permitted a gasp to escape her cool composure as the girl intensified
her tone of voice when saying, ‘his’. To hide her thrill Jane cooly emphasised. “We will
need underwear, headband and aprons for my maid too.”
By the time they exited the store with an extra large shiny silver carrier full of glossy
latex goodies Jane noticed how watery Andys’ eyes appeared. “Fear not my darling, you

will be wonderful as my new maid, I know you will want to please me so much more
than the last girl.”
After what had just been said inside of the boutique Andy knew this was not the best
place to beg or complain so he softly rested his palm against his aunts’ offered hand so
he could be guided back though the busy streets to car park.
Grateful to finally see the gates to Janes’ home Andy depressingly implored. “Please
aunt Jane, I will do the all chores as you wish, please don’t make me wear that dress.”
Jane did not even look at him as she parked the car, only advising Andy to have an early
night.

"With Love On Your Retirement" part 2

Hi Everyone

  Thank you for all your wonderful comments, I hope I have pulled the rug out from beneath you with this middle part.

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With Love 

On Your Retirement

Part 2

    It must have been the warm air blowing across his body that drew him fully from his slumber. For apart from a few minutes when, under our gentle instruction, he sleepily opened his eyes for us to delicately highlight and paint, he had remained sweetly asleep or semi-conscious throughout the past 7 hours and that included the 3 hour trip down to Ms Holdens river side home in Surrey and the hour we had spent washing and preparing his body.

  However as Ms Jordan and Ms Steel neared the end of their delicate task our young man stirred and stretched his long feminine limbs, his eyes flickering open to look straight into mine.

  “Hello sleepy”, I whispered, stroking his prettily flushed pink cheek, “You look amazing. I hope you slept well”.

  “Ms Kirkwood?” His voice was soft and distant, as if he were speaking in a dream, which I imagine was what he thought he was in, gazing into my warm eyes. “Where?….”. The question had barely formed on his freshly glossed pink lips before it drifted into a deeply drawn sigh of pleasure, a pleasure mirrored in the slow closing of his femininely lashed eyes.

  I glanced away, down to where my friends and colleagues where kneeling, slowly drawing the hair dryers they controlled over the young mans new slick pink and blue vinyl skin. Gently caressing them over is drowsy young boyhood, allowing the dryers heat to melt and shrink away the last of  the fine creases and wrinkles which marred the skins otherwise perfectly smooth finish.

  “Oh does that feel nice?”, I whispered, stroking the luxurious waves of his newly extended and perfectly dyed blonde hair, “Don’t worry darling, we are nearly there, nearly there”. I smiled as our young man once more drifted into a sweet daze.

   Placing the small dryers aside, there unusual task complete, the ladies knelt back, smoothing their soft hands down his long elegant legs, ensuring no crease, no ripple remained on the ultra smooth vinyl encasing them.. Happy both with their work and with the soft sleepy moans of young Andrew, it was Ms Thorpe’s turn to kneel at his feet.

“I think we should be ready now, I have left them to go tacky as in the instructions and added another drop just to make sure they won’t come off”.

  I smiled, god they were high, there was no way he would be able to walk in them, but that was the idea, walking was not going to be an option and if it ever became so, it in itself would be a thing of sensual beauty. I nodded and Ms Thorpe carefully slipped the brilliant pink dagger like heels onto Andrews vinyl coated feet. Within moments the adhesive had gripped, the deed was done transforming our young mans legs into a thing of pure feminine perfection.

  “Are we using the same thing for the mask?” Ms Thorpe asked, admiring the curve and form of the heels.

  “It says you can, but I think we can think of that after we have added the finishing touch”. I smiled, I know I smiled, because I had been waiting for this moment ever since we decided on Ms Holden retirement gift.

 Softly now I stroked Andrews cheek, it was warm and sweetly blushed. “Andrew dear, wake up a little for me now darling, just a little”. Gently I moved positions on the sofa, allowing Andrew to stretch out, slowly emerging from his induced slumber, he stretched and turned, breathed a deep breath and I felt him tense.

  “It’s Ok darling, It’s OK, you are fine”. I purred stroking his head, but poor Andrew was in a moment of pure shock, for his eyes now gazed down the length of his body, a new body of sleek and smooth vinyl, split into two tones, his stomach and thighs a soft pink and the rest a pale baby blue, both mottled with delicate dark patches of black. I placed my hands on his shoulders as his surprise took him, calming him reassuring him, he raised his hands and gasped, his fingers gone, now folded into their palms to form pads, soft useless pads like those of a……..I smiled as his pretty eyes widened.

“Hello Kitten”, I whispered, knowing my words would neither calm nor clarify his thoughts. “And what a pretty Kitty cat you  are. Shhh now darling , we are nearly finished”.

                                                              To be continued

A new short story.... Wasted Dream

    Hi everyone.
Here is a new short story for you all. Sorry for any spelling or grammar errors. Hope you enjoy
Kisses
Andy
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                                                              WASTED DREAM
                                                                            By
                                                                     Andy.Latex

    I have had a crush on my Auntie since I was a little boy, she was so lovely, i always look forward to my stays with her, Although she was in her late 40s she was very beautiful and was such a good laugh,  we always have fun. I also like visiting because her maid Jenna, oh she was so beautiful, she was about 20ish always smartly uniformed and liked getting me to help her about the house. I didn’t mind, she was great fun.
 However one day my Auntie was not very happy, Jenna was feeling unwell and had to stay in bed, not a great problem really but tonight was the night of the important party my auntie had been planning,
   “I don’t know what I’m going to do”, she said siting on Jennas bed. Jenna apologises again, Auntie smiles and took her hand, “don’t worry dear, it’s not your fault something will turn up”.
 “Perhaps Andrew would be maid for the day, to help out”, jenna said smiling at me.” After all you know all my duties”,
 My auntie looked at me and smiled,
 “Oh Andrew , would you?, I would be so grateful”, she said stroking my knee, I smiled and  nodded
 “Sure I don’t mind, if I will be of help”.
My Aunt took my hand and kissed it. “Oh thank you darling”, she said, “I know you will be wonderful, but we have no time to waste”, with that she leans over and kissed Jenna on the lips, “See you later dear”.
  We left Jenna to sleep and went down stairs and began my new duties, I knew where everything was kept, all the dusters and mops. I know where to put any washing and things and my doing that allowed Auntie to lay out the house and arrange the food and drink and by 2.00pm everything was laid out, the caterers preparing in the kitchen and the tables are set.
 “Oh look at the time”, she said “come along Andy we don’t want to be late”. I asked where to, “Jenna and I have an appointment at the beauty salon to have our hair, nails and make up done and as Jenna was ill I phoned Selina and she said she would love to help you instead”.
 I didn’t quite understand. “
 “help me?” I asked, “with what?”.
 “why with your Hair, Nails and make up of cause silly”, My auntie smiled and stroked my cheek, ,  “ Oh Andy, if you are going to be my Maid for the day, you do want to look your prettiest”, she kissed me “Don’t worry darling I know you will look gorgeous in your Maids uniform”.
 I was stunned, stunned into silence, dressed as a maid?, like a girl? Surely not, but my auntie was soon driving us into town and we pull up outside the salon. The sight of the pink draped windows returned my voice. “Auntie do I have to,?”.
  She turned to me, her smile was soft and red, her eyes green and warm.
 “Oh darling no not if you really don’t want to. It s just that this party was really important to me and I wanted everything to be perfect and I thought that if you were being maid for the day, you would want to look your prettiest for me”.
   I can felt the lump in my throat, she looked so sad, I don’t like to see it, I love her so much. I had said I would help.
 “I’m sorry Auntie, I would like to”. Oh my what have I done!
 Her smile said it all and in no time she was leading me through the door and into the scented feminine salon and the realisation of what was about to happen hits me and I felt myself tremble. As we waited I felt eyes on me, but soon we were greeted by a tall beautiful woman of auntie’s age, she was Selina the owner,
   “You must be Andrew”, she said with a smile, before taking my hand and leading me away to sit in the centre chair, a pink silk cape slips about my neck. “Your Auntie has told me all about you, how you are going to be her Maid”, she said, so everyone else in the salon can hear, “she told me you were standing in for Jenna and that you wanted to look really beautiful for her”, I felt myself blush. “Don’t be embarrassed Andy, I have had a few boys in here before, but they wanted to be made up for fancy dress parties and things, they just take it as fun, no, it is so nice to meet a boy who really wants to become beautiful and feminine”.
 I remember my stomach knotted.
 Without a second word Selina begins, I was eased forward over the basin and my hair was washed, oddly it was done 4 times, before I sit back, she towelled it first then begins to enstyle it, cutting it, swiftly and with great skill , my hair lifting from my face, it was combed and teased, parted and clipped, trimmed and brushed. Then  another girl sat beside me,
  “Hi Andy, I’m Becky I’m, just going to do your nails, this won’t hurt”, with that I felt her take my left  hand . I didn’t look, I felt worse. “You have lovely small hands”, have you ever had your nails painted before Andy”, she asked, I could not speak
   It took about an hour before both Becky and Selina were happy. I sat under the warm dryer as the older arranged her make up tray. I could not believe is was happening, I glanced down to my nails, Oh my!! they were now smooth ovals, longer than before and painted a deep glossy pink, they were girls hands, like Jennas.
  “Don’t your nails look sweet”, Selina said sitting close before me, “That Pink is such a sexy colour, I will paint your lips to match, it  will make them very beautiful.”, as she spoke she began to smooth a light cream over my face and neck. “You have such a good complexion Andy I’m using a light foundation”, she explained, “ but don’t worry I intend to really go to town on your eyes and lips”.
 It all happened like a dream, a weird helpless dream, I felt her  applying make up to my face, a dozen brushes, pads and pens, every now and then she stopped and gazed at me, I know I  was blushing, I was so embarrassed yet all the time she was saying how pretty was looking, I couldn’t be pretty, I was a boy . The final thing to be done were my lips, she took her time I felt the lipstick, it was smooth and creamy, like oil, like honey, she leant close as she carefully applied it, my lips become heavy.
“And this is called glosser”, she said, holding a small bottle and brush, “This will make your lips really shiny and girly, like a cover girl”. It felt even wetter than the lipstick which already  coated my lips. Two coats and she was gazing at me once more, then skilfully she unwraps the dry towel and after a few flicks with the brush steps back, her eyes said it all. My heart raced, I felt I would faint. I was gazing into the crystal blue eyes, of  an impossibly beautiful young girl. With full wet, glossy lips hanging in a cute bow of surprise, her sweet oval face was framed by deep red hair, bobbed into a sleek style about her cheeks. I could not believe my eyes, for they were her eyes, and they sparkled
 After a few moments lost in my ‘new’ face, I saw my Aunt approaching in the mirror, she looked stunning as ever her hair was freshly enstyled and her make up flawless, she can behind me, her eyes shining with excitement, her lips curling into a smile.
  I don’t remember much about the drive home, except for the strange feeling of the lip gloss on my lips, when ever I spoke I could feel them slipping and sticking, my Aunt told me if I put my lips together, I am pouting and that I should let them fall in to a natural  bow.
 On arriving back at her house my Auntie led me straight up stairs, “I can’t wait to see you in your maids uniform” she said. She led me passed Jennas room, stopping briefly to say she was back and into the well lit dressing room. Nervous beyond belief I let my Aunt undress me, being naked infront of her was less embarrassing than the visit to the salon, she sprayed a rich perfume over my body, I felt it settle, then leaving me to luxuriate in the scented air she opened the wardrobe , I recognised Jennas maids dresses instantly, the idea of being dressed in one made me sweat once more. She took her time, taking out first a deep pink one, “This matches you lips Andy”, she said, before returning it. Then it was a cute powder blue one, like a babies dress, all frill and lace, “No not blue, not for a new girl”, then she suddenly stopped and went to a second door, she opened it with a flurish. “Yes”, she said, “How could i have forgotten, this is what a sexy new maid would wear”, she drew out another pink dress, even brighter than the first. Frilled about the neck, cuffs and hem with white lace, it was a quite simple dress however ….it shone, it shone like nothing I had ever seen before, no not shone, ..glistened, yes glistened like oil, its smooth surface reflecting the rooms light like sun on water. She brought it to me, a look of total excitement on her face .She held it up to me and as she did the material brushed my naked body, I gasped and shank back, it was cool and so smooth. My Auntie giggled, “Don’t be silly darling, here”, she took my hand and lay the dress across, It was smooth, slippery, rippling through my fingers like thick glossy pink liquid….i could not believe it, the dress was made of  Rubber!!, A shiny pink rubber dress! I looked at my aunt she was looking at me, “I think you will look gorgeous in latex Andrew”
 
 The misting of scented silicone latex polish was the finishing touch, it left the clinging pink dress even glossier and shinier than before, turning its smooth pink surface into a deep mirror like glaze, “There”, my aunt says stepping back, “perfect”, she smiled at me and took my trembling hand, “are you ready?”.
No  I was not, I was gripped by mixed sensations, I dreaded to see what I looked like in my completely feminised state, but also needed to know. Everything felt so strange from the rich creaminess of my lips, to the clinging, stretching tightness of the thin rubber dress, hugging my body and chest as if I had been swallowed by a gleaming pink snake, the fine material stretching and squeaking with each nervous breath . She asked once more and I nodded .
Still a little unsure on my new 5 inch  heeled stilettos ,she led me before the full length mirror.  I was gazing at a truly stunning sight, a beautiful girl, tall in her high heels, dressed in a spectacularly sexy French maids uniform, which consisted of a gorgeous glossed pink rubber dress, trimmed with white frills, a gleaming white pinafore, also white frilled and tied at the centre of her back in a huge bow. Beneath the dress was a billowing mass of fou fou petticoating which raised the short skirt to reveal two very long, extremely shapely legs, sheathed in sheer, seamed silk stockings, legs that led teasingly downward to feet cradled in a pair of dangerously tall brilliant pink stiletto heeled court shoes., A beauty with the largest, bluest eyes I had ever seen and with the most perfect cherry pink lips, painted into a sweet tempting bow. Around her long slender neck she wore a simple pink latex collar, a sparkling diamond rings hung from her delicate ears, and on top of her  copper red hair was a sexy ,white lace maids cap.. I Gasped as I beheld my ultra feminine image, a vision of rubberised perfection, a beautiful doe eyed rubber maid, her slim body enveloped in a sweet cocoon of glistening latex, her pretty blue eyes widened with amazement,
“You look absolutely marvellous, Andy”, my aunt whispered, “I never imagined you would be this beautiful”.
 Nor had i
    It took a few minutes for me to recover my mind, in this short day I had gone from shy 16 year old boy to beautiful 16 year of girl, from trainers to stilettos, from denim jeans to glossy rubber dresses. It was so much.
 I remember her leading from the dressing room and without thinking I adopted a natural grace atop my heels, she took my hand as we went down the stairs and into the wide hall and there, to my shock, stood Jenna!, fully made up and immaculately uniformed, the look on her face said it all,
“Oh Andy you are so beautiful, but we knew you would be…….with a little help”.
 I looked at my Aunt she smiled. “What sort of Auntie would i be if I did not know my beloved nephews most  secret dreams and a lost dream is such a crime”, she stroked my cheek lovingly, “Its alright now darling, I knew you would have been to shy to ever admit to it. I also knew you would never let me down if I needed your help”.
 I gazed into her eyes, she was so lovely and I understood.
 Slowly she kissed me on the lips, lingering letting our lips gloss slip wetly together, my head span as they parted. My Aunt spoke.
“Now, listen darling. This is just the beginning, you see, I too have a secret dream, a dream to have a beautiful niece……..and I know you won’t let me down”.

And I never did…..would you have?

The Guiding hand ....Part 2

Hi everyone

  Sorry it took a while but here is part 2. Hope you enjoy.

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I hope you liked this, sorry if it is a little teasing at the end, but more will follow as soon as i can.

xxxx

Andy

Part 2

A second opinion.

....Time had passed him in his dream. She was home and he was still!….desperately he fiddled with the panties but, with trembling terrified fingers, the rubber which had earlier seduced him, now became a prison, enclosing him trapping him, sweat broke out on his body, his heart pounded, No No
"Andy?".
He looked about, terror struck, there is no way out, no way, then , grabbing his clothes he rushed to his room,
"J..Just ch..changing Auntie", he stammered. There is nothing else to do, so with fumbling fingers, he threw his clothes on over the panties and rushed to meet her before she could reach the top of the stairs. "H..Hello Lady…Auntie Jane".
"Oh darling you are all red, I do hope he are not coming down with anything", she placed a soft hand on his cheek,.
"No I’m fine really", he stammered.
She looked him up and down, he felt himself tremble under her cool gaze, then she smiled, "Oh darling, he are too sweet". She smiled and stroked his cheek, then, turning, she chilled his blood, "I’ve just got time to try my treat, is the bag in my room?". There was a pause, an eternal pause, maybe even longer….. "Andy?"
"Ye….yes it is, bu….."
‘RING, RING’….."Oh blast that phone", Jane snapped, " do excuse me dear".
Andrews heart must have stopped, he was not breathing, all he had was a head fuzzy with confusion and fear and a body which, heated to boiling by shear terror, seamed to tremble with an almost uncontrollable shiver. He fumbled for a moment with his jeans, pulling them down to see if he could peel the panties away …..quickly, quickly, his fingers fumbled and slipped on the slick rubber, he could not even slide a finger under there hem, no he remain trapped and. "Oh No!".
He heard her coming back up, this time the click of her heels went toward her room, he held his breath, again eternity passed then, she returned.
"Curse that office, I’m sorry darling but after our trip I will have to pop back to the office for an hour. Still that’s later. I saw the bag darling, thank you, I do hope he did not peak". He smile weakly, shaking his head, "still it will be a treat for me later". she took his hand. "Oh my that is hot, are you sure you are OK?".
"Ye….yes fine, thank you", the young man floundered, "Just….just excited to be with you I guess".
"Oh you are sweet". Janes glossed lips curled into a smile of delight. "Come on everything is ready, we have so much to do". And with that she took his hand and led him downstairs.
Driving back into town Andrew struggled to relax, telling himself there is no way she could find out about his secret, without actually taking his clothes of, he just had to be cool and wait until he got home, The hour she would spend at her office would be all he needed to escape his rubber prison and return then to the bag. He just had to be calm. Oh god just be calm……
The first place on Lady Janes trip was to the huge IMAX cinema, where he sat enthralled in an exciting film shown in 3D. This was followed by a trip on the famous London eye. A delightful afternoon tea at one of her favourite restaurants and finally a slow evening cruise down the river past all the famous sights of London. All the time she kept him close, held his hand and patted his trembling knees. Her voice soft and warm, loving almost and each gesture brought home to him his shame and guilt.
Then as the sun began to soften they sat by the riverbank sipping cold lemonade. All the time as she had done all afternoon, Lady Jane is holding his hand, like a real loving Aunt.
"It is so nice to have the company of such a sweet young thing as you Andrew, I admit I have grown very fond of he in our short time together". She said ,her dazzling smile turning his heart to liquid,
"I like you very much to Lady F….",
She squeezed his hand, "No Darling"
"Sorry Auntie Jane, I think you are very kind, and beautiful", the last word just seemed to slip out, but It brought a truly stunning smile to his older companions face.
"Oh what a sweet thing to say. Thank you darling".
But it is true. She is such a beautiful lovely lady and he could not help but feel so retched about how he had behaved. He wanted desperately to turn the clock back, but the only way to do that was to admit his crimes admit how he had worn her pants and night-dress and how at that very moment he was in the tightening embrace of her new rubber underwear….. There was no other way to clear his soul…..but he was a coward, he did not need to tell her. He just had to wait a little bit longer and no one need know.
The river and time drifted on and for the first time he truly felt he might escape.
."Thank you Auntie Jane", he said, as they stood beside the river, for one last photo. "I’ve had such a fun time",
"I’m so glad. However there is still one last surprise I have left in my box dear".
For a moment Andy froze, he could not face anymore time in his tight latex panties, the heat of the day having filled them with a creamy lubrication of sweat. "but don’t you need to return to he office". He said, adding a hint of sadness to his tone.
"No darling no..that can wait, but I can’t" , She shifted in her seat, looking about the area before turning to face him. She smiled. "I want you to do something for my Andrew".
The young mans heart raced in his chest, "S….sure".
Again Janes eyes danced about the nearly deserted stretch of riverbank, before gazing into his. She took a breath. "I want you to unzip your trousers".
Andys heart now rushed to his throat and tried to burst free, his body consumed by an instant tremble of terror and disbelief, "Wha…….sorry?".
Jane smiled, almost enjoying her young companions’ shock. " I want you to unzip your trousers".
Andy floundered, "Wh …why?"
"Because I say so, young man".
For a moment Andy thought about refusal, but Janes tone, though not harsh or fierce, did have a edge he had never heard before. It was a tone which made it perfectly clear he had little choice and so with his white teeth nervously nibbling his lip, his trembling fingers moved to his jeans and slowly drew the tiny gold zipper down.
"Good boy", Jane purred, her tone once more soft, "Good boy, now….."
With the sound of his blood pounding in his ears, Andy nearly jumped out of his skin when, with a smooth and elegant movement, Janes right hand glided up his denimed thigh and settled at the now opened zipper. He held his breath and gazed helplessly into the older womans sparkling eyes. Nothing was said, nothing needed to be.
Then slowly as her eager fingers slipped into the parted denim, Janes eyes widened in delight, "Oh my god!", she half gasped half ,whispered, "Their latex!"
Andy felt the world fall away from him, he felt his head spin, his stomach knot and his body melt into a pool of mortified goo. "I’m sorry, I’m sorry,", he whispered, "I did not mean to, I don’t know why".
For a long moment Jane was lost in the sensations of warm latex beneath her eager fingers, but sensing the young mans genuine dismay, she gently let them rest.
"Oh it’s OK darling", she purred in her soft, well mannered tone, "Really It is. In fact I was secretly hoping you would choose those".
But with his pounding heart in his ears, Andy barely heard her words, "I have never, done anything like this….never, I don’t know why".
"Andy,Andy darling", purred, "really it is fine".
The young mans head was still spinning and Janes words barely filtered through, "No, no, I am so, so sorry".
Jane sighed and looked into the young mans eyes, then after briefly allowing herself the pleasure of one last stroke, she slipped her fingers from their smooth nest. Drawing the zipper closed behind them. "Listen to me Andrew, Andrew?.". The young mans shame reddened face rose to hers. "It is all right darling, really I do not mind. I think it is wonderful".
Andy gazed back, his mind struggling to come to terms with Janes tone, which was, to his disbelief, not scolding or harsh, but soft and truly caring. "I’m…I’m sorry". He repeated
Jane smiled braudly, "No no darling no more apologise, I except and I forgive".
Andys eyes widened and he felt his stomach lighten. "Sor….Th….thank you"
"That is perfectly alright darling, now….", she took his trembling hand and helped him to his feet, "we need to get a move on".
"Where are we going?"
"You will see darling".

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"It is somewhere along here", Jane said, looking up at the street sign. "Nearly there darling".
Despite the time, the street was still quite busy with market traders packing away their stalls and the last of the evening shoppers awaiting their buses. Most of the shops down Lower Market street had lowered their shutters for the evening and a lone road sweeper went about his business.
No one really took any notice of Jane and her silent young friend, but if they had they might have found the way, this older beauty was cradling the young mans hand in hers a little odd. Not that there is anything wrong in such a act, but….there was just something about it.
Suddenly Jane stopped and Andy felt her fingers squeeze his as if in delight.
"This is it", she sighed, a hint of excitement in her smooth voice.
"I don’t understand", Andy said, "Where……". The young mans voice sharply caught in his throat as he saw the direction of Jane’s gaze.
Across the road, between the two rapidly shrinking Market stalls was a tiny black painted shop baring the name HONOUR in clear white lettering. But it was not this minor detail or the slightness of the shop that made his stomach knot, but the window display. A window display that contained three, slim feminine manniquins each clothed in a different uniform. A sailor in pale blue, a soldier in deep green and a police officer in black and white, but again it was not these details that made him tremble, but the fact that each outfit, each tiny sexy outfit, was clearly made of glossy latex rubber. He felt his panties tighten about him.
For moment he just stared, but then felt Janes hand squeezing his. He looked into her sparkling green eyes, she smiled "Don’t worry darling", she purred, "everything will be fine" and without another word she led him across the road, between the two market stalls and up to the tiny shops door.
Again Jane squeezed his hand and smiled. "Actually you wearing those lovely latex panties is a bit of luck", she purred, reaching out to press the button below the PRESS TO ENTER sign.
"H…..how?", Andys head was spinning it had all taken place so swiftly he could not take it all in what was happening.
"Simple….", Jane said, as he buzzer sounded the doors opening, "…If you had chosen the silk ones we would have had to have gone across town to buy the rest of your outfit.".
And with those words flooding into his head like a tsunami, Jane pushed the door and guided Andy inside.
Instantly the pair were bathed in the rich aroma of latex and rubber it was as if the air were richer, thicker and warmer. However, as Jane breathed in the sensual atmosphere Andy had forgotten to breathe all together. Hardly surprising for a young man who had suddenly come face to face with a life sized, whip wheedling mannequin , sheathed from throat to toe in a mirror smooth, black latex catsuit.
The voice from the counter broke his momentary trance.
"Hi, are you OK?". The owner of the voice was a woman in her late 20s, very pretty, with blonde hair tied in a high ponytail. She wore a simple white cotton T shirt, above a pair of tight faded blue denim jeans.
"Oh hello,", Jane replied, as if she were in the local supermarket, "May we look around".
The young women, glance for a brief second between the two and smiled, "Sure, You will find most of our club and day wear down here, whilst our uniforms and things are on the next floor…", she gestured to the hidden stair way at the rear of the shop.
"Wonderful, thank you", Jane smiled
"We also have a bondage area downstairs and if you would like to see it, just let me know and I will buzz you down".
"What fun, thank you. Come on Darling". Jane once more squeezed Andys hand but this time he did not move, she turned and followed is gaze. It was not directed this time to the silent and still mannequin, but to the very real woman who had just emerged from the back of the shop.
Her outfit, could have been described as conservative had it not been for the fact it was fashioned from, shiny smooth latex. Her figure embracing Jacket/blouse, from which her breast struggled to escape, led down to an almost impossibly tight pencil skirt which reached to just below her knees. From then on her legs also sheathed in latex drifted down to feet clad in shatteringly high heels.
Jane felt Andy tremble. She knew he had never seen anything like it, indeed nor had she until she had visited the other fetish shop in convent garden to purchase those irresistible panties.
"What do you think Lilly? ,The new stuff is superb". The second woman said addressing the young woman at the counter., before noticing the slightly stunned looking customers stopped, "Oh Hi", she said, placing one hand on her hip, in a practised pose. "Are you OK?. All our…"
"To late Jemma, I’ve done that".
"Oh, well never mind. Please take a look around".
"Thank you. May I say that is a wonderful outfit" Jane said, her admiring eyes flowing over the woman seek latex out fit.
"Thank you", The woman smiled and did a slow turn, allowing the lights to dance across the wet smooth latex surface. "It is from the new range, more relaxed and everyday styles. They will be on sale very shortly".
Now Jane gave a soft laugh, "I think I may be a little old for Latex, But I must say it is very nice, thank you anyway".
"You are very welcome, Are you looking for anything in particular?".
For a moment the question hung in the air, then with a faint squeeze of Andys hand said. "Yes, in fact I am. I wonder do you have any Maids uniforms?"
The woman in latex smiled, "We do indeed, please do come with me".
Andy felt his heart leapt to his throat and looked desperately into Jane’s dancing green eyes, for mercy. The very idea that she was about to purchase for him, in front of these women, a dress, a Maids dress made his stomach knot and his knees weaken.
"Please Aunt jane". He whispered, "Please".
"Don’t worry Andy", she replied in a clear matter of fact voice, "We won’t be long, I am sure these ladies have homes to go to as well".
For a moment he thought about pleading some more, but then as he was led by the hand, through the downstairs display, towards the stairway, he bit his lips and preyed it was all a rouse, a trick just to punish him. He preyed it was all a nightmare.

The stairway leading up to the second showroom, was quite narrow and steep, and gave away the true age of the shop itself. However Andy was not interested in such things. For, at Janes instruction, he climbed the stairs a number of steps behind the woman in latex and in doing so had placed his eyes on the same level as her smoothly encased bottom. Oh he tried to look away, of cause but there was something about those twin globes, slowly sliding across each other with every stair, that made looking away impossible. They seemed to flow and roll, beneath the tight shiny latex, which stretched and creased like nothing he had ever imagined before. He felt his mouth dry.
"We have a number of styles from, classic, to Full French and all the way to full length Victorian dresses", The assistant said as the came into the well lit upper rooms, "All are in either latex or PVC. Do you have a preference?".
"Actually I was looking for something in Latex".
"Not a problem", The assistant moved atop her high heels to the far wall, where, at either end, stood silent mannequins, dressed in perfect latex reproductions of full length Victorian maids dresses. "And style?".
Now Jane paused, Andy’s heart raced, she smiled, "I was thinking French?"
Again the woman smiled, "Oh wonderful, we have some lovely pieces, down here", she pardoned herself and moved to the end of the rail. As she did Jane squeezed Andys hand and gave him a naughty smile.
"Ins’t this wonderful, don’t they have such lovely things, did you see that gown downstairs, the black one with the high neck, imagine wearing that?"
Andy offered no such enthusiasm in his reply, "Please Aunt Jane, I am sorry, please can we go?"
"No darling", she half whispered, "No, am not having you wandering around in only Latex panties. No mater how cute i bet you look in them.".
"But Aunt….".
Andy fell silent as the assistant turned back towards them, "This is our standard maids dress, very cute, very short and sweet, easy to wear and comes with the apron and cap".
Andys stomach knotted as the tiny dress was turned before them. Jane ‘Hmmm’ed’, "It is very sweet", she said stepping forward to touch the rippling black latex, "Very cute indeed. What do you think Andy?……Do you think my maid would look nice in that?".
Desperately the young man fought to find a calm and removed tone to his strangled voice, "Um", he started, "Er…….N…no Aunt Jane i….i don’t think so".
There was a pause, Jane stared at the red faced boy, who stood nervously shuffling beside her. She smiled, "You are so right Andy darling. So right. No I need something special".
The assistant nodded and returned to the rail.
"I am so glad I brought you along Andy, it is always best to have a second opinion", Jane said in a rather to clear voice, as her young companion blushed beside her.
"This….", the assistant said turning once more, "….is a more fuller, dress, still very practical, but also still very cute and sexy. The skirt is a little longer as are the sleeves. Whilst the neck line can be worn both over and off the shoulder". She offered the glistening black latex dress out and turned it on its hanger. Again Andy sensed his tormentors delight.
"Oh that is sweet…" She said, holding up the skirts. "…it has a fifties air about it, you can imagine the wearer with a high ponytail tied in a ribbon. I like it very much", she again turned Andy, who could feel his face glowing.
"It….it is a little old fashioned", he ventured, "Don’t you think….for….for your maid".
The pause this time was longer and Andy could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Jane one more stroked the fine smooth latex.
"No…you are right again Andy, Quite right . It is a little old, for my maid and…..", she paused, her lips curling into a smile. "…as you said, Very practical, you see I don’t really need practicality, I want….." again she paused, "……I want Something, ultra feminine, dripping with lace and frills, masses of petticoating, you know, something……spectacular".
Andys blood froze and the assistants face lit up.
"I have just the thing, one moment".
As the woman moved passed them into an adjoining alcove, Andy looked up at Jane and whispered for forgiveness. But Jane Fullerton-Jones just smiled.
"Darling I have told you there is nothing to forgive".
"But Aunt Jane…Lady Jane. I don’t…".
"No Darling, no more….i", Jane’s voice died in her throat as the assistant returned.
In her hand she held what could only be described as a fantasy of French finery. A teeny tiny, shimmery shiny, black latex dress, with a deep neckline, puffed cap sleeves and a short short skirt. All trimmed with lashings of fine white latex lace.
Andy froze and he felt Janes hand tremble in his.
"This is our most exquisite dress, the perfect cut and style", the assistant said, turning the flimsy latex garment back and forth, "It is also one of our more expensive dresses at, £140 But I am sure you agree it is very much worth every penny".
Jane stepped forward, her eyes wide as if hypnotised by the dresses sheer beauty. She reached out one hands and slid it up under the frilled hem. The latex flowed and rippled across her fingers as if it had been poured from a jar, shimmering and shining, as it trickled between her fingers. She swallowed, her heart raced, this was it.
"It is so light, so very fine", Jane said as much to herself as to the smiling assistant, "I think this will be perfect. Don’t you agree Andy".
The young man on the other hand could not find a voice, the dress was far to …..well….feminine for him to contemplate and all he could do was breath a soft, "No, not that one", of despair.
Jane smiled and turned to the red faced young man, who stood framed between two rails of shimmering latex. "No Andy dear, I think this is just right. Perhaps you need to see it from a different angle", Jane reached out a hand, beckoning Andy to join her. At first the reluctant young man stayed rooted to the spot, but then, as the elegantly painted fingertips continued to summon him, he realised there really was little point in protest and nervously he took the offered hand.
Accepting the dress on its hanger from the assistant, Jane now led Andy over to the well-lit circle of mirrors in the corner far of the latex scented showroom.
Once there she drew the flushed face youth in front of her before, with a glance to ensure the assistant was watching in the reflection, drawing the dress up before him in a gesture which made its future ownership perfectly clear.
The look on the assistants’ face said it all, shock, astonishment, surprise and yes delight. Jane could see them all in her wide eyes and smiling lips. But it was the sweetly embarrassed glow of Andys cheeks which delighted her more.
"I think this will be perfect for you Andy, Don’t you agree darling", she purred loud enough for the assistant to hear, "Or would you like to try it on. Just to make sure?".
Andy tensed, and noticed the assistant gazing at him with delight. "N…no please. No".
"Shall I buy it for you then?"
Andy gazed into the mirror, the aroma of warm latex filling his head as the dress Jane held before him rippled and fluttered in the faint breeze of the cooling fan. The lights of the show room dancing on it’s slick wet surface, like sunlight on the ripples of a lake. He sighed, he knew there would now be no reprieve, his eyes wide and slightly reddened looked back at Jane in the mirror and with a faint movement he nodded his agreement.
Jane drew him close, in a soft loving cuddle. "Good boy", she whispered, "And don’t worry darling, you are going to look gorgeous in latex".

To be continued……

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