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A sneak peak

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recent sunbursting

Latex dress.

Hi Everyone

   My goodness an entire 5 days has rattled by, leaving us safe and sound in the arms of the wonderful embrace of Chisteen.

4 new classic pieces today, all of which I adore.

I am sure you will too.

Thanks Christeen

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Wednesday with Skinnie ,Alex and Amanda

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   It has been a while but I have found time to have a quick Wednesday catch up and we have some classic to drift over.

 First up and possibly the biggest event since I was last here, was the epic vision of ex pro football player and now BBC sports reporter Alex Scott smashing the internet in a slick red YSL Latex dress as she co-hosted this years Soccer Aid game. I mean WOW!!!!!

Now a little bit of fun I have been messing with. Ai has spread rapidly and is great fun to mess with, though to be honest it will never replace the fun i have creating art in my own style.

  That said and after many miss-steps I have finally created a near perfect Ai model of Andy to go along with the Ai Aunt Jane featured on Patreon a few day ago.

Next a brief step back in time to Amanda Holden and that stunning yellow Latex dress, with a very brief clip of the lady herself showing us some moves.

 Love that dress

And now the sheer delight of a new piece by our dear Skinnie Stallion, or rather the first 3 parts. This is based on my art  'While the cat's away'

Thank you my dear S, you are a Gem 

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When the cat’s away, play away 

Part 1: When the cat’s away

A last lingering kiss through the open window, then Andy watched the Tesla glide smoothly away from the forecourt of Fullerton Hall and sweep down the curving, oak tree lined drive until it was out of sight.  He could track its progress by the scrunch of tyres on gravel.  He waited until he heard the distant clang as the electric gates to the Estate swung shut before flitting back inside on his Louboutin heels and closing the front door.   The air hung heavy in the silent hallway.  So different from the hustle and bustle as he’d prepared his Auntie for her trip to Tonbridge Wells. He leant back against the door, taking the weight on his heels, and stretched.   Alone.   But his heart soared.

So that was it.  He was on his own.  He licked his lips. He might have been trained not to, but still he licked.  He could touch up his own lips later.  He floated with pleasure as he closed his eyes savouring the tang  on his tongue.  He might have painted his Aunt’s lips earlier, but he could tell the brand and colour just from the taste: Chanel Coco Rouge Ultra Carmen.  He adored the richness of her Carmen shade that went well with anything she wore and perfectly complemented the soles of her Louboutins.  He slid his tongue over his lips again. He relished her Carmen overlaying his MAC Amplified Morange. He loved her warm creamy glistening  lips.  He loved the taste of her.   He loved his Auntie.

Lady Jane would be out for the rest of the afternoon and all evening: a business meeting followed by a dinner.  She’d said she wouldn’t be back till late.   Very late.  She’d been very mysterious about the identity of her dinner companion but he’d felt reassured by the elegant formality of her nicest brown business suit so she had to be seeing a client.   

Something still niggled though. A business meeting on a Saturday?   The stylish cut of her brown latex bolero jacket and the shapeliness of her figure hugging beige latex dress with pencil skirt coupled with 6” black Loubous could work so well on a date.  She was wearing her diamond pendant earrings too.  If he had a key, he’d check her diary but her office at Fullerton Hall was kept locked. It was one of the few rooms that was off-limits and not on his cleaning rota.  She said it was for GDPR and compliance with client data protection so he couldn’t argue about access.

He looked at the grandfather clock and checked the time.  Two o’clock.  He should have enough time if he raced through the rest of his afternoon rota.  He’d WhatsApp’d Will that morning.  He wafted delicately upstairs to his bedroom as fast as his 5” heeled sandals would allow.  He passed his Aunt’s Office lingering momentarily outside Jane’s Mistress Bedroom (she found the term ‘Master Bedroom’ distasteful) before moving on to his room next door.   It was such a shame that he would be missing out on one of their Saturday evening’s together.   They would be missing out.  His time with his Aunt was so precious.  He knew it couldn’t last for ever.

Even though he was alone in the Hall, he closed his bedroom door.  He was too used to being furtive when using his phone.  He retrieved it from under the mattress  and turned it on.  It immediately pinged with a reply message.    He’d suggested going to a film and then a bar, or maybe even bars. If they went to an early showing, he could be back at the Hall well before his Aunt returned. She needn’t know.   He didn’t tell Will why timing was going to be critical.  His face fell when he read Will’s reply: “Sorry, no can do.”  He was crestfallen: Will already had a date with his girlfriend.  Andy settled on the edge of his bed to reply.  There followed a flurried exchange of messages.   Will got Andrea to agree to the cinema provided she could bring a friend along to make it a foursome so that Andy wouldn’t be playing gooseberry.  She would check if Chantelle could join them.  Andy valued his time with Will, but he couldn’t help wondering what Chantelle would be like. It was a while since he’d been on a date.  He sighed.   Spending his weekends with Auntie had put an end to going on dates.

He looked at his dressing table and stared wistfully at his pictures of Emma and Keira attached to his make-up mirror.  It was nice that Auntie still allowed him his ‘girlfriends’ (although he kept the ones of Carol and Amanda back at his flat just in case Jane felt she had rivals).  His gaze shifted to his make-up palette and then to the little photo that Jane had taken of one of their first adventures together when Jane had persuaded him to go out with her wearing make-up. Not in town, of course, but in London where he could ‘hide’.  He still fondly remembered her special treat that day of a visit with her to the Honour store .  

He liked Andrea, even though she sometimes took priority with Will.   If Chantelle was Andrea’s friend, she had to be nice.  He just needed something to wear.  

Part 2: Play Away Preparations

A moment of doubt struck him. His heart fluttered.   What Jane had done with his Friday clothes?   These days he always changed out of his everyday clothes when he arrived at Fullerton Hall.  It was so therapeutic to be able to leave his humdrum work existence behind.  All he needed was to shower, do his make-up, then slip into a maid’s dress and heels knowing that he had a blissful weekend ahead with his Auntie.  He could be everything she wanted him to be, and he could be everything he now wanted to be.   It was a mystery to him know why he’d ever resisted his Aunt’s suggestions. It had been difficult enough getting him into heels at first, but she knew he would do anything for her.   Now it just felt natural.  And latex suited him so well.   But being dressed as a sissymaid wasn’t going to work if Will was picking him up in a couple of hours to go to the cinema.   

Jane normally took his clothes after he’d changed and only allowed them back on Sunday morning for church and returned them on Monday morning when she drove him into town.  What had she done with them?   They weren’t in his bedroom.   He needed to search.   There were only so many places they could be.  He nipped next door to the Mistress bedroom.   He knew her closets, her wardrobes  and her dressers.  No sign.  He scurried through the other bedrooms. No success. He tried the Box Room.   Nothing.   He began to flap.  He went downstairs.  They weren’t in the Utility Room.  He went through to the Garage.   No success.  They weren’t in the Reception Room.  They weren’t in the Sitting Room. They weren’t in the Games Room.  They weren’t in the Basement, not even in Jane’s special Playroom  or ‘Dungeon’ as Andy felt it more properly called.  He was getting anxious.   He moved on to the less likely places: the Library, the Dining Room, the Conservatory.  No joy.   

He started to feel desperate.  Will would be here in two hours, and he would still be dressed as a French Maid.  A latex French Maid.  A Maid with transparent, stay-up latex stockings and high-heeled sandals.   About the only thing he did not need to wear were his pretty gold hoop earrings, although they went so well with his Maid look.  The only place left to search was his Aunt’s Office.  

He went back up upstairs.  The paintings of Lord Fullerton’s ancestors lining the walls of the staircase looked down on him.  The portrait of Lady Mary seemed to be mocking him.  ‘This  is what you get for defying my daughter,’ she seemed to be saying.  He stopped at the first door on the landing.  He turned the doorknob.   The door didn’t budge.   It was locked like he should have expected.   He let go.  It reminded him that he still needed to complete that afternoon’s rota.   He had to get his Brasso and his cloths: Jane would notice if her knob hadn’t been polished.   He needed to polish a lot of knobs that afternoon.  Not just Brasso.  Spit and Brasso.   ‘Always spit when polishing a knob’, that’s what Jane had recommended when she’d started training him as her maid.  He didn’t understand.  It didn’t appear to improve the result.  Brasso alone seemed to work just fine, but Auntie had been insistent.   She wanted him to be the best maid and have the best knob polishing technique.  She said he’d understand one day.   He always spat now before he buffed the knobs.  

He looked through the keyhole as if that was going to help.   He went to check in his Aunt’s bedroom, but there was no sign of her keys.  He was beginning to lose hope.  How could he see Will let alone go out with him dressed like this. Then a thought struck him.

He went back to his bedroom.  He scanned the upper racks.  He knew what he was looking for.  Not the luxury bags that he kept as reminders of their shopping expeditions.   Not the boxes with his prized Louboutins.  Not the larger box with its latest addition of his Dolly Booty Alta Louboutins.  He already loved his Dolly Alta ankle boots.  He was amazed that Jane had bought him them such an expensive present. ‘For being such a good Boy!,’ she’d said,.   He didn’t understand her emphasis on Boy.  There were so many things he didn’t understand.   But he wasn’t going to protest that boys don’t normally wear 6” heels.  He loved the thought of being in 6” heels or higher in his Dolly’s.  Auntie had let him try on her pair of tan coloured PVC pants to go with them: ‘an extra birthday treat’, she’d said.  Black Dolly’s would go with anything, she said.  He just needed an occasion when Auntie would allow him to wear them.   And hopefully the pants too.

His eyes shifted to two boxes on the shelf above the closet with his maid’s dresses.   How appropriate that they should be there.   Boxes that Aunt Jane had made him pack nearly a year ago when he came to stay for a summer break and she’d first put him in a maid’s dress.  A summer of hedonistic pleasures. Dressing as a maid wasn’t his only first that day.  Jane had insisted that the clothes he was wearing that fateful day be consigned to the dustbin of history, or at least the shoeboxes. He wouldn’t be wearing them again. Not when he was with her.  Not now, not ever.   She’d made him pack them up and given him a sharpie to label them.   He stared up at his writing: “Andrew’s old clothes.  Do not open”.       He was now her maid.   She expected her maids to be presentable.   Her maids wore nice dresses.  Her maids wore high heels.  Her maids had to have flawless make-up.   She didn’t have time in her life for ugly, badly dressed boys.  He had to be pretty if he was going to stay with her.  Grudgingly he’d complied.  

The writing on the boxes teased him.  It tempted him.   Surely it wouldn’t be so bad to wear his old things to meet Will.  That’s if they still fitted.  He’d lost a little weight since last summer.  Lost it in the right places.   Auntie wanted perfect lines if he was going to fit the clothes that she kept buying for him.  Every week, his wardrobe seemed to expand: a lingerie set, a new dress, a new pair of pants, a skirt.  And that didn’t include the shoes. Andy wanted perfect lines too.   It had become a matter of personal pride.   He looked up longingly at the boxes.   “Do not open”, his writing glared back in warning.  Surely it wouldn’t matter if he was just checking whether his chinos and shirt were still the right size?

Part 3: The cat crept in

 

The boxes were tantalisingly out of Andy’s reach.  Even in his 5” heels he couldn’t reach the upper shelf.   He scanned the room.  He wasn’t going to the garage to get a ladder and risk scratching the oak panelling in the Hall or staircase.  A box should do.   He retrieved one from under his bed.   As he bent to unfasten his shoes, his hoop earrings tinkled together.   Aunt Jane had been right: it had been worth getting his ears pierced.   He felt so much better wearing earrings.  And as ever Auntie had been correct in her choice.  He’d  thought he’d just get a little gold sleeper.  In just one ear.    But no, she insisted on both ears, and she selected earrings for him:  little diamond studs for evening wear, sleepers for bedroom and overnight, and  large hoops for the day.  He loved his hoops.  They made him feel so .. he paused not quite believing what he was saying to himself … so …. well, so feminine.  They definitely framed his face and felt natural if he was wearing make-up.    They completed his maid’s ensemble. 

He snapped out of his thoughtful reverie, realising that standing on tiptoe would be no better than standing in his heels.  He just hoped the thin stilettos of his So Kates wouldn’t puncture the board or leave tell-tale marks.   He was retrieving the first box when he was jolted from his task by a voice behind him that he knew only too well: “When I come home I expect my Maid to be waiting with …” he heard his Aunt bark but she stopped mid-sentence.   Startled, he started to flap, lost both his balance and his grip on the box.  Its contents tumbled.   It was his deck shoes.  

“Aunt Jane!” he squealed in astonishment and broke into a cold sweat.  Had she rung the bell?  He’d never heard it, nor felt his Hummingbird go off.   He’d not heard the front door, nor her footsteps on the, as yet, undusted and unpolished oak staircase.   She must have come in while he was preoccupied.     What was she doing back so soon?   

 1 Beside its obvious connection to Jane’s phone, Andy’s Hummingbird is also connected to the main entrance bell to Fullerton Hall so that he can provide prompt service to Jane or her visitors.  Jane likes her maid to be on call at all times.

Jane watched the shoes land and caught sight of the writing on the box he was hastily trying to push back on the shelf.  “Andrew Watson!  Whatever do you think you are doing?”   She gazed about the room to see what else he might be doing.     She spotted his phone on the bed and picked it up.  Andy knew he’d been caught.  Caught red-handed.

To Be Continued

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Take care everyone

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Andy 

New Art. Just for you Auntie

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    Hello Hello It's nice to be back, had a super time with my beloved friends and they have re-ignited my naughty side, so hopefully we are in for so fun.

   As ever, I ask you all to bear with me as I catch up on all your lovely Emails and messages, I will get top them, I promise.

    Monday is here, (Booo) but to lift the blues here I thought I would complete a series which was previewed over on Patreon before I went away.

   There has been much speculation about how this three part mini comic will end and I hope I don't disappoint. 

   To be fair I will post all three parts together.

Hope you like these 

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Hello me again, just popped back to ask a simple question.

Can you imagine the pride of having Aunt Jane dressed in those pants, calling your name  as you score that winning goal.

  Andy's mates are going to be so envious.

Tasty treats from Christeen

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Hi Everyone

   Hope you are all well, As you might have read, I am away now for about 9 days, but I am so happy to be able to leave you in the delicate hands of our dear Christeen.

  Take care everyone See you soon.

Oh and if you want some treats whilst I am away Patreon Is pre-loaded with fun for next week

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In Paris....A story

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  OMG I don't remember the last time I pulled such a long shift at work, it's almost as if my boss was making me pay for having a holiday next week, my goodness, the entire store has been shifted and moved and re-modelled over night and I am done in.

Ok no moaning ,I got a very very large bonus which will pay for my holiday next week, so no more complaining.

 I am now very very sleepy and so  I hope you will not mind if I catch up on this story. It was posted on Patreon a few weeks/months ago but as a completest it needs to find its home here on our blog, prior to the final part being posted over on patreon.

My best wished to you all and now I am off to bed, anyone wanna come with me ?

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Paris

By 

Andy Latex

  The boy did not jump nor flinch when she sat beside him, in fact it was as if he had known she was there all along and when her voice soft and calm broke the silence of the room he replied as calmly as if he were talking about his boats or drawings. 

 “They are amazing”, he said, his fingers ever so gently running over the smooth patent pants, which lay across his knees. “They are so shiny and smooth”.

  “And expensive too.”

   “Oh I am sorry”, he exclaimed with honest dismay, raising his fingers from the materials gloss surface.

   “No, no darling, I don’t mind”, she whispered, taking his nervously hovering hand and returning his fingers to the garment which she had strategically discarded on her bed just hours before. “That only means they are quality. These are by a company in France called Balmain and I think they were about £2,500 pounds or somewhere around there. Do they feel nice?”

   “Yes, they are so soft, so slick, almost like…. wet and warm. Are they plastic?”

  “Yes kind of. They are PVC Vinyl”

   “Vinyl”, he repeated softly to himself as if rolling the idea about in his young head.  “Vinyl. I have seen them about a lot on tele and stuff and….,” he paused, contemplating, daring himself to say what was clearly on his mind, “…..and I think you look really great in them.”

    Jane glowed.  Oh it was not the first time her young man had complimented her on her dress or appearance, he was always noticing a change of look or hair, even a different shade of polish on her nails, but somehow this little comment, in the quiet of the room felt so much sweeter and more personal. 

  “Thank you sweetheart, that is very kind of you, thank you.” She said, stroking his arm softly. “Though I did suspect you liked them when you touched my bottom.”

  The young man gave a gasp “Oh I am sorry, I did not mean to, it was an accident. I…..”

  “No, no darling”, Jane whispered with a soft calming pat of his hand. “It is ok, I don’t mind. I take it as a compliment and you have accidentally touched my bottom so many times I do kind of look forward to it now.”

   The young man gave a soft and embarrassed giggle as the moment passed. “What? ….what are they like to wear?”

   Jane took up the pants and turned them before him. “Well darling as I said they are by Balmain so they are really very comfortable and very tight, plus they are unlined so they are very clingy, but that’s the way they should be, I mean you can wear loose PVC but I think it looks odd don’t you? And they do make a funny stretchy sound when you move in them.”

   Andy giggled and nodded “Yes I heard it when you crossed your legs: like all sticky.”

   Jane turned her body to him, her smile warm and loving. A moment passed, a long silence the only sound the distant hum of the birthday party downstairs. Then, catching his eye she smiled, “Why don’t you try them on? I mean they are only trousers really.” 

   “Oh no Aunt Jane. I …I couldn’t they are yours….ladies. That would be…I….no. No thank you. I really don’t want to”, 

   With his all too swift reply clearly betraying his true feelings, Jane sensed the importance of the moment and so, with a calming breath, changed her tone, her voice lowering, her words crisper: “No Andrew. I want to see you in them.”

    Jane felt him jump ever so slightly, his fingers becoming still and after a moment his eyes turned to hers and in their cool green gaze they remained, questioning her words with an innocent sparkle.

   Once more Jane shifted, this time a straightening of her back so that, even sat as they were on the edge of her bed, she rose above him. Her eyes  narrowed she spoke clearly and slowly:  “Put them on for me please.”

   Andy did not flinch, nor tremble, his face was still open and warm, but there was something in her tone, something in the way her eyes shone, that gave him a tingle like nothing before. He swallowed.  “Yes Aunt Jane,” he submitted.

    Her practised cool exterior masking the thrill now flowing through her, Jane watched as her beloved young man obediently stripped to his striped underpants. For a second or two she thought of demanding the removal of his underwear, but this was not the moment. Yes it would come, but not today. 

    Watching as he drew the glossy vinyl up and about his waist and bottom Jane struggled to suppress a smile and helping hand, his innocent confusion over the reversed feminine style buttons and zip delightfully clear to see. But soon he was within their smooth embrace and standing, beautifully red faced, before her. 

   Now of course they did not fit, she was 5’10” in bare feet and he only a teenager but even so, despite the clear outline of his underwear beneath, the smooth vinyl pants looked immediately right on him, their deep liquid shine highlighting the blossoming shape of his legs and bottom to perfection. She looked up at him, her eyes as cool as she could pretend, her head tilted. “Yes I knew they would nice on you”. 

   “Thank you”.

  “And what do they feel like on?”

   “Soft and warm and smooth and sticky”

   “Do you like them?”

  A moments pause, not in uncertainty, far from it he loved them, but in contemplation of what he was about to admit. He nodded. “Yes Aunty, I like them very much.”

   Gesturing for Andy to sit once more, the slick vinyl squeaking knowingly as his did,she elegantly straightened her spine to dominate his slight teenage boy beside her.

   Pausing for a moment to allow him to be bathed in her warm perfume,she  gently stroked a finger down his red blushed cheek and under his chin, tinting his face up to hers. She smiled. “Good I am glad you like them darling, because when you come to stay with me this summer, I want to take you to Paris and buy you a pair of your very own……….. and your first pair of Louboutins to match.” 

    Andy gave a soft laugh. “Nice offer Aunty, but I don’t have the legs for them like you”.

   Jane smiled and stroked the floppy fringe from his face, “That is very sweet of you Andrew, but you do have the legs for them and with the right heel they will look amazing.

   Now Andy’s smile flickered, the look in his Aunts green eyes was loving and fun but also clearly earnest. “You…..you mean it?”

   “I do my darling”, she shifted on the bed now, easing her toned body to face him. Her hands still wrapped with his. “Do you remember a few years ago, that rainy bank holiday, when we played with my make-up and you looked so pretty and how you enjoyed all the fuss of it all and how you were to scared to try my heels and how we forgot the time and had to rush to get you all cleaned up before your Mum and Dad came for you”. She paused now, almost as if uncertain of her own actions, nervous, she felt nervous. “Well….I would like you to come to Paris with me, so we can play like that all summer”.

   His hands still enfolded in his Aunts, the young man eased back ever so slightly, a whirl of surprise fluttering in his stomach. Yes he remembered that day, it had been fun and yes, secretly he had still dreamed of the fun they had together and of how he looked after his Aunts touch, but..but he was a boy, he liked football and bikes and stuff. 

  “You mean…dressing up? And ….things?”

   “Things?” Jane smiled “By that I take it you mean Make up? Yes of course, I mean you looked so pretty and don’t you remember that day we went shopping and that screen in the beauty shop? When it took that picture of you? Wouldn’t you like to be pretty like that all the time”

The boy shifted, Jane knew he understood but his clear unease prevented any admission.

  “You mean…..you want me to be girl?”

  Jane smiled, it was funny, she had planned this moment, these words, hoping to use them, but never imagining she would ever get to. She stroked a polished finger across his hand and taking it in hers placed it deliberately on his vinyl smooth leg. “No darling, you are a boy and I love you, I love my nephew more than anything, but there are boys who……who like to dress as a girl would, boys who like to look pretty and feminine and…….I think you would like to be pretty”

  it was as if the idea of being pretty had struck him like a bolt of lightning, his face flushed and his fingers trembled against his polished thigh. “I ….no thank you Auntie, I don’t think so….I no not….I am a boy….”

   For a second Jane felt a wave of guilt at the seed she had just planted, she could see in his eyes, the confusion her idea had placed in her nephews young mind, she knew him so well and she honestly understood his response and her loving heart fluttered with regret at inflicting such emotion on him. 

   However the die had been cast, the little seed planted, but that was all she had needed to do and so with her usual calm and breathless style she elegantly let the moment fade and with one of her warmest lightest smiles changed the subject, gently tapping on his leg to suggest he had better change and get back to the party.

Chapter 2

   The moment she saw him, she smiled. Not just because it had been a whole 2  months since that night at his party and she had missed him, but also because he was wheeling a huge suitcase.

    She was in leather that morning, for two reasons, first because she knew Andy liked her in it, especially the tight,ribbed, multi pocketed and zipped  biker pants she had chosen to wear and secondly she wanted to make Andy feel special when she wrapped her arms round him, she wanted others to look at them, at her and be ever so slightly envious that it was not they who had such a beautiful Aunt. Yes it might have been a little egotistical to think such a thing, but hell, Jane knew her body and figure came at the price of sweat and pain and she had earned the right to be proud of it and to show it off.

  Not that she was over the top in her style, indeed in her black pants , white men’s shirt , beneath a tailored blazer and completed with classic black patent Louboutins, she could have been described as conservatively chic in her dress. Conservative but very deliberately sexy. Sexy Aunt Jane and the look on Andy’s face when she stepped forward from the crowd could have lit a million cities, his face, sweet and bright aglow with joy at seeing his beloved Aunt and their embrace was the same, warm and loving, arms wrapped around each other and hands, boys hands, ever so “accidentally”  resting on toned leather clad buttocks. Jane smiled, she knew it was deliberate, but refused to ever mention it, why? Because she liked it. She could have brushed his touch away, but why would she, the soft tremble of his fingers as they nervously rested on her toned bottom felt nice, it was just another part of their love for each other.

   Their warm greeting over, the pair , no doubt watched by many of the airport crowd, departed hand in hand, Jane never once mentioning the bulging suitcase filled with the dull clothing of a boy. That detail would be addressed in due course, but for now, she had her nephew's hand in hers and that was all she wanted……for now. 

Chapter3

It had been two weeks? Maybe more? They had been everywhere, done so much. River trips, museums, long walks, galleries, it had been one exciting day after another and in truth Andy had forgotten his Aunt's promise, but Jane was not worried, she knew the right time would come and when it did It would be beautiful.

 However not as beautiful as the vision that greeted her that sunny morning.

    She stopped in the door to Andy’s room, it was early, the sun had woken her, but like all teenagers it would take more to rouse her beloved nephew. However at that moment she was not intent on waking the sweet young man, for as she watched she could plainly see he was in the middle of a dream. He moved slowly , gently writhing beneath the silken sheets that so perfectly contoured his slim body, his hand clearly defined ,resting on his boyhood. Jane took a breath, it was such a sweet sight, but one not uncommon in a boy Andy’s age.Yet seeing him, his eyes closed lips parted, revealing the heated emotions of the moment, she felt privileged.

    But what was he dreaming of, or rather of whom, for unless there was something very odd, he was not dreaming of his bike or his ever present football boots. No he was dreaming of someone.

   For a long moment she just relaxed against the door frame, the warm morning sun, filtered by the curtains gently illuminating the scene before her, so sweet, so innocent, so natural and then a word….. Auntie.

    Jane’s stomach tingled, it did not tense, it did not turn, but it tingled, he was dreaming of her. She smiled and wondered what naughty narrative that sweet young mind was weaving into his dreams.

   Distracted by the thought, Jane took a moment to realise his breath was deepening, his white teeth nibbling on his soft lips. For a second she thought of slipping away, this was his private moment and she had no right to intrude ,but he looked so beautiful, so sweet and yes, feminine bathed in the summer light, that she could no more turn away from him than she could a masterpiece in a gallery and then his breath came again and if the sound of her own whispered name made her tingle, the softly half sighed words made it melt. 

“Touch me……” he breathed, his body, slowly turning beneath the sheets, “Please touch me again”, A sign, a moan, his fingers softly caressing his boyhood as the dream deepened.

  “Thank you….thank you”

Jane felt her colour rise, her heart tripping, She loved him dearly and knew he loved her in return and yes in the isolation of that room she would secretly admit to having feelings for him in another way. Not that she felt shame for them,not at all. He was young but old enough and she was not his blood, it was no sin, no crime, however she was “Aunt” Jane, the woman who had seen the fourth son of hr best friend being swamped by this older brothers and who had made it her delightful joy to make a beeline for him whenever she visited, to shower him with the attention his loving but hard working parents could not.

  No to over step that line would have been wrong and so she would keep her feelings buried deep, whilst at the same time revelling in the glow of her young man’s poorly concealed crush.

  It was sweet and innocent and in all honesty she enjoyed it, heck she even dressed for him, yes that might have been naughty, but it was all in fun and gave both he and her pleasure. She was Aunt Jane and Aunt Jane wore something no one else did. Aunt Jane wore shiny pants, usually leather, but sometimes vinyl, but always tight and Andy loved them and he loved to touch them.

  The first time she felt his fingers touch her bottom, she did not know what to do. It was not a grab or a pat, but a barely noticeable drift of fingertips across one buttock. She could have reacted, could have let him know, but she understood how much courage it must have taken for a young teenage boy to undertake such an adventure and so remained impassive and besides, his trembling touch felt nice so why couldn’t she enjoy it too. After all it was only a touch. 

 However that first kiss,a few years later, was not just a touch. In reality it was so much more, it was in a way her private acknowledgement of something special between them. 

   Again, just as his touch on her leather smooth bottom, it was not something she made comment on, it had after all been an accident. Bad timing, she leaning in to kiss his cheek as she always did, just as he turned his head, resulting in their lips meeting in the softest of kisses.  

   However, as unexpected as the kiss was, she had not immediately pulled back in shock or surprise, but simply let her face linger close to his ,her eyes warm and loving drifting over his sweet face, revelling partly in the sparkle of his  innocently embarrassed crystal blue eyes , but mostly in the sight of his lips, lips which at her soft touch were now ever so slightly coloured by the faint transfer of her own lipgloss. 

  It was a moment that changed everything for in that briefest of seconds, with his lips moistened by hers and his cheeks flushed red, she first saw something she had only ever imagined before, she saw the beautiful feminine boy hidden within.

  In truth, she had wanted to kiss him again, but realised if she had she would have almost certainly rendered him  unconscious and so with  her eyes still in his and her breath on his lips, she replaced her lips, in a deliberately soft kiss, to the corner of his mouth, just where his cheek and lips met. 

  It became their kiss, One that to anyone watching, would look like an innocent clumsy greeting, but for Jane was a secretly naughty token of she felt for her favourite “Nephew”

  It was a love that filled her now as ,in that warm morning light, Jane watched her Andy, dreamily touch himself, his breath rising and falling in an animated slumber. 

  She imagined him wrapped in her own embrace,the crush he had on her finally made physical as each caress made his slim figure snake beneath the silken sheets, rising without check to its natural climax.However as it did, as Andy sweet and innocent unconsciously bit his soft lips in pleasure, Jane’s heart stopped for as his breath came, it did so, not with her name, but with a softly and passionately whispered….. Will.

 Jane stepped back, her hand over her mouth stifling the shock, not in dismay that it had been another’s name he had breathed, but that it had been the name of his lifelong friend…the name of a boy. 

  It was a revelation which took Jane by surprise, yet in truth should not have , she knew how close they were and Andy was always telling her about what Will was doing or what he had said, or where he was going, She even remembered being introduced to him at a birthday party. An already handsome young man, despite his unruly hair ,Andy’s Mother ,her best friend, explaining how he was a couple of years above Andy at school and had come to his rescue when he was frightened and lost on his first day. 

  It was a sweet and genuine friendship, which had made them inseparable as they grew, Andy always just behind his taller friend, but eager and ready to help patch him up after another ill-fated adventure. Indeed it was Wills broken nose, which had led to a life time of gentle teasing from Andy.

   Jane smiled. For in that moment, as the young mans body slowed and his pleasure subsided into a warm tingle, everything uncertain about Andy had become clear to her, now she understood him completely and her love for him seemed to glow even deeper. 

   However she knew she must not intrude further on this moment, she knew her nephew would awaken soon, sticky and embarrassed.She would make no comment, not let him know she knew, allow him to “cover his tracks” without question and so with a loving smile, Jane turned away, her mind filling with a new image, a new delight, that of her nephews body, glowing with the sweat of his pleasure and as she closed the door behind her, she smiled.

 Andy's journey into femininity would begin here, however now she knew she had an even greater purpose, one that would truly give her beloved nephew the life he deserved,but she would be patient.

   “Thank you so much for this” Andy said, suddenly sounding very serious.

    “You are welcome darling”,  Jane replied, cuddling her nephew close to her chest.

As ever after a long day of adventures the pair were on Andy's hotel bed, the sweet young man drawn back into his beloved Aunt's body as he sat between her long long legs. Jane called it, with only a little silent naughtiness, her nest and  it was where the pair often had their most loving and fun and personal conversations. He, resting back against her full bosom, wrapped safely in her arms, whilst those long long legs kept him happily imprisoned and secure.

Today though was possibly the naughtiest Jane had been in this position, because she had drifted into Andy’s room in just her silk satin robe and fine underwear. Swinging her catwalk legs around him she had leapt, cat-like, onto the bed drawing him back in one movement until his pyjama clad body, slim and smooth was in her gentle grip. Indeed whether Jane realised, or not, but at that moment there was but a whisper of the finest silk between her delicate sex and the young man she adored,but it was all they needed.

  “No Auntie, I mean…….for everything…for for being so amazing….I ….I really love you”

Jane paused for a moment, she realised Andy was suddenly very deep within himself, his words genuine and honest. His use of the word Really, was a tell as to his genuine deep honesty. She smiled and squeezed him closer, stroking his cheek with one immaculately polished fingertip.

 “Awww my adorable boy, thank you, you are so sweet and  I really love you too I think we make the perfect pair darling, being with you is what makes me happiest in the whole world”

  Andy bowed his head, she could feel his body flushed with warmth, perhaps his words had been unexpected even to him and he had embarrassed himself, but there was no reason to feel so. It was genuine and loving.

 She looked down to where his hands, soft and young rested on her exposed knees, they just sat there, slightly stroking, not caressing but thoughtless and unconscious in their delicate movement. It was a touch that Jane would admit to herself, did send tingles of delight through her body. She was after all a woman, a still very sensual and sexual woman and the touch of a young man raised her heart beat as it would in anyone. However that tingle was little compared to the flittering she felt when imagining those long slim fingers, with slick and polished fingernails, how beautiful those hands would be…..how beautiful those hands will be.

  She snuggled him in and with a gentle touch took up his hands in hers, turning them back and forth in hers. 

   Her heart was fluttering. The moment had come.

“Such pretty hands”, she said softly and they were, there was no doubting that, slim and delicate, these were not the hands of a potential bricklayer, no these were artists hands, feminine hands.

“Thank you”, Andy said looking back at the ballet of movements Jane was performing with his hands. “Yours are prettier, I love that colour”

  Jane glowed, it was not uncommon for him to compliment her on such details, she was so attentive, but her at that moment it was a sign.

 “Aww thank you sweetheart, that’s nice of you, It's called Rouge 999, by Dior and what are the rules?”

Andy paused, his Aunt’s question seeming to make no sense, but then a wiggle at the bottom of the bed, a tap tapping on his foot and he remembered.

“Fingers and toe must always be painted, never forget your toes”

Jane smiled. “That's right and what else do we match to our nails?”

  “Lips”

   “Correct”,She gave him another squeeze, both giggling with fun. “Very good. All that sitting and watching me do my makeup has sunk in, you really get it. You know Andrew, I think we should both get our nails done tomorrow”.

    “Both?” Andy said 

     “Yes, it will be fun, do you remember when we played dress up, I did your makeup but we never did nails, so really we were breaking the rules”. 

A look of uncertainty flickered across his face, Jane recognised to pause in the conversation.

  “Don’t worry darling, lots of men and boys have manicures in France, it’s part of a well groomed person. Go on, it will be fun”

The deal was sealed with a naughty kiss on his slim neck.

   The salon was not busy, or rather it was busy, but being calm and perfectly atmosphered it seemed quiet.

  As they waited by the reception, Jane squeezed Andy's hand, the poor boy had been nervous when Jane had reminded him of their adventure today. He had again questioned whether he really needed his nails done, but any reluctance was washed away by Jane's smile and effortlessly reassuring words. 

   In truth he was under her spell and though he might show reluctance he could not honestly deny her any wish she asked.

   Jane took a breath, the woman, perhaps mid 20s, who now approached was quite frankly stunning, with softly waved brown hair, to just below her shoulder and deep brown eyes, she had the face that would grace any high end magazine and the figure, dressed in a pure white mini dress, closed about her curves by uniform like buttons, of  catwalk model. For a moment Jane was struck dumb, whilst  away from the vision of anyone close by her body tingled. It had been some time since that side of her happy Bisexuality had come out, but at that moment  under the heat of this young woman's atom bomb smile she was once again an awkward teenager lost for words.

   “Aunt Jane?” Andy prompted squeezing her hand, waking her from her reverie. Adding in his best/worst comprehensive school French “Pardon Madame je ne parle pas français”

   The woman smiled and still Jane remained dumb “That is fine and very well done”, she said, her voice soft and richly accented, “ I am happy to speak English. How may we help you”.

  There was a pause, It was as if Jane was rebooting, but then and much to Andy’s relief, she re-entered the room.

   “I do apologise. Good morning, I booked a manicure for two, Jane Fullerton-Jones”

Andy smiled, that was typical of his Aunt Jane, never once had he known her use her title unless it was to impress on someone the error of their ways, then and only then did it seem she was Lady Fullerton-Jones, but to all others, she was just Jane.

  The young brunette checked the screen, nodding and smiling. “Yes , please come this way”.

   Now once again Jane felt her body tingle.The woman's legs, in their gleaming matching white heels, were impossibly long and she could not help being envious of the young man for whom they presented a gateway to undeniable delights. ‘Hmmm’, she thought as they followed their beautiful guide through the salon to where twin seats awaited, ‘I bet she can even wear those heels all day and not feel the slightest pinch’. 

She sighed.   

  The seats, which sat before the well illuminated square mirrors, had clearly been prepared for them, matching retractable tables and lights, were arranged and all was prepared in waiting. Including two trim and pretty assistance, both as the former in pure white.

     “Madame, this is Adrienne and Esther. Adrienne will be attending to your companion and Esther to you Madame”

  With a polite “Please” from the young women the pair sat, the soft red leather of the seat instantly squeaking softly against that of Jane's tight leather pants as she settled back.

  Immediately she could see her nephew's discomfort, half perched on the deep seat as he was, his eyes darted over the collections of fine tools and bottles of clear liquids and oils that filled the tables about him.

   “Sit back darling”, she purred, “Don’t worry there is nothing to be scared of, just sit back and let the girls do their thing”. 

  With a soft Okay, he obeyed.       

 Now the three assistants exchanged words in French, Jane, a native speaker, smiled,especially when all complimented her on her beauty and legs.Then with a smile the brunette turned on her heels and moved away.

  For a second or two Jane watched her perfect silhouette gracefully vanish from the mirror before settling back, greeting the pretty blonde seated at her side and closing her eyes, she loved having a manicure.

   However it was but a moment or two later that she heard the stunning Brunette's sweet feminine voice  close by and the girl at her side, with an apology rose.

  Jane now looked across to where her nephew sat, near ridged in his seat, the pretty Adrienne busily beginning to file and shape his nails. She smiled, he looked so sweet.

However seconds later, she was once more aware of the Brunettes elegant perfume and to her utter surprise found her taking the seat vacated by Esther.

  “Pardon Madame”, The young woman said,”but a client has specifically requested the skills of Esher, I do hope you will allow me to assist you. My name is Sylie”

  “Um”......Um It was not an utterance Jane ever used, it was reserved for the nervous and unsure, neither of which were words ever usually attributed to Jane Fullerton-Jones, but at that moment, Um was all she could say.

 “Madame?”

  “Oh yes, sorry, do forgive me, um….yes yes of course I am happy for you to continue. Thank you Sylvie”

  The Brunette smiled

Jane melted. She had not had to use the young woman's name, but in that moment she just wanted to feel it on her tongue, to taste the word, to drink it down. 

  It was  as if this girl innocently radiated everything to which Jane had no defence, her last female lover had been French, but that had been some years ago and now as she sat, the elegant brunette busy at her fingertips, she began to feel leather, tightly smoothed across her sex, begin to moisten.

    As the girl worked, removing all the colour from her nails,an enforced silence then broke out, Enforced because it was all Jane could do, to close her eyes and connect her thoughts to other things, desperate to blank out the delicate soft touch of the girl at her side. Jane adored having a manicure, but this…this was hell.

Time passed

  “Belmain?” 

 It took a few moments for  the word, formed as a question to register through the buzz in Jane’s head. 

  “Madames trousers”

  “Um”...again Um. “Um Yes.They are” 

   “They are very beautiful, such a good fit and shine”

  Jane smiled, my god was that all she could manage?

“Thank you”

 “I should like to get into them”

  Jane jumped at the words, but instantly the girl corrected herself.

“Pardon no, I should like to wear a pair, Pardon madame” 

 “Not at all” Jane replied “It was an easy mistake, the slip of a foreign tongue…….”. Jane winced at her choice of words, her increasing unease not helped by the erotic feeling of her hands being massaged with cream.

 She looked across to her nephew, who now seemed more relaxed, his attendant, the pretty blonde Adrienne, delicately shaping his nails. “An…Andy darling how are you doing?” she asked, her voice a slight tremble.“Are you Ok ?”,   

  “Yes thank you Auntie, it’s quite alright really”.

“Trois minutes”, Adrienne said, her words repeated in reply by  Sylie.

“Three Minutes Madame and then we will chose colour”

Jane nodded, now the sensual sensation of the girl's touch was pushed to the background by what would be a very special moment in Andy’s journey.

  She took a breath.

It was to the second that both women sat back.

 “Madame?”

Again a word as a question, but this time Jane had the answer.

  “Rouge 999”

   “Excellent and for your companion?”

  Jane took a breath. Her heart fluttering slightly “Rouge 999”

Instantly Jane felt her nephews unease return and as the fine bottles of classic Dior red were placed on the tables. In one word Andy breathed his confusion.

“Auntie?”

Jane turned her head and smiled.“It’s alright darling, trust me, there is nowhere better to begin than in Dior”

“But”

  “Shhh sweetheart, it’s Ok”

  She did the best she could not to envisage the look of confusion on her nephews face as his now  sweetly shaped nails were painted and glossed in the most iconic of colours, but from where she sat, she could see his posture tense, his eyes locked on each skillful stoke of that thin red slicked brush.

  However in truth, it was less confusion and more realisation that made the young man tense, he was silly and young and totally beguiled by his Aunt Jane, but as he watched his nails transform, he glanced up into the mirror. He knew there were rules, the rules Jane had reiterated the evening before. His stomach fluttered, but not in hoor or fear but in …..he could not place what the feeling was, he did not question it, for as his eyes met his own, he understood his Aunts intentions.. Nails and Lips must always match. He was going to be made up.

 Another flutter in his stomach…..it was exciting.

  It took but a few minutes, the girls were skilled and in no time the LED dryers had been angled into place.

  A second coat was applied, again dried within seconds by the blue glow of the lamps.

  Now it was done and Andy looked in disbelief at his fingers, the nails, now sweetly shaped and glossed, looked ultra feminine. 

Looking across to her beloved companion, Jane straightened.

“May we have a minute”.

The two women smiled and stepped away as Jane rose and took the seat beside her nephew.

“Same colour”, Jane said Wiggling her elegant fingers playfully

 “Auntie I can’t have red nails”. 

 “Yes you can sweetheart, It’s just us two, it’s fun, Just for me, just for silly Aunt Jane as a treat.”

  Andy looked at his hand in hers, they had been hand in hand so many times, but now, now it was ……. Now they weren’t his hands, they were those of a girl.He sighed, it was just them, just fun, just silly fun Aunt Jane being silly. “No, Auntie, I mean I can't just have red nails….can I,there are Rules”

  Now it was  Jane who was caught off guard and she instantly realised her nephew was ahead of her.

   “Am I…..”, Andy paused, took a breath, stroked his Aunt's hand with a thoughtful gloss fingertip. “Am i having makeup Auntie?”

  Jane smiled, and squeezed his hand, he looked up into her eyes, they glowed with love and pride.

“Do you mind?”

 Heck it was a big question posed in only 3 words. He paused and considered, he nibbled his lip in his usual sweetly nervous way. Finally he blew a deep calming breath and glanced up at her warm face. “For you Auntie…..I do not”

  Jane trembled, her eyes sparkled and drawing close placed her lips to his, Not in the corner of his lips, not the special secret kiss, but softly onto his lips,taking the young man's breath away.

 “Oh Andy, I promise will have so much fun together” 

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