Part 28 - ANDY 21:00 Saturday evening
Andy sashayed down the corridor keeping his feet in line
with each step so that his hips gyrated as he advanced exactly as Jane had
taught him. He was delighted by the
prospect of all those lovely clothes that his Auntie had bought in the
Auction. He was a bit uncertain about
some of the toys she’d chosen by the dresses looked fabulous. He was particularly enchanted by a pair of
tight black latex trousers although they were closer to leggings. He thought that they would look great with
heels but they would even work with a pair of traditional men’s shoes or a nice
ankle boot. He wondered whether he’d
dare to go out with William wearing them, or what Nicola or India would say.
A smart man about Andy’s age was standing in the
corridor. He appeared to be checking his
mobile phone. He noticed Andy and began
to stare at him as he approached. He
looked rather shy but as Andy was about to pass, he said: “Hello.”
“Hello,” replied Andy.
“Are you a Mistress or are you here with one?”
“Would you talk to a Mistress like that?”
“Sorry, I suppose not.”
The man looked suitably embarrassed.
Andy thought he looked rather cute in his suit and highly polished
Oxfords, a little downy goatee beard, and his nice face topped by a floppy
fringe. He reminded Andy of a slightly
older version of William. “Please don’t
report me.”
“It’s alright. I won’t.”
“Thank goodness for that.”
The man hesitated for a moment and then blurted, “You look wonderful.”
“Thank you.”
“Are you with someone?”
“Yes, my Auntie.”
“Oh! That’s a
shame. I was hoping I might ask you for
a dance later.
“I don’t know about that.
I’d like to but I’ll have to ask Auntie. I’m sorry that I can’t stop to talk but I
must go to the loo.”
“That’s OK. I’m going
that way myself. I need to go before
the Auction.” He started to walk
alongside Andy.
“But we’ve already had the Auction,” responded Andy.
“Oh, that was just the Latex part. There are other auctions. I’ll be up in the final section.”
“You? In the
Auction?”
“Yes, me. Mistress
has put me in the Gays section.”
“Oh.”
“I’m not gay.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“No. Really. I’m not.
I mean, I like girls.”
“Yes, honey,” Andy
sympathised. “So do I.” Andy smiled at the man. “And
I’d still like that dance.”
“Thank you. You’re
very nice and understanding. Well here
we are.” The man started to push open
the door to the Men’s Room.
“My name’s Edward.
What’s yours?”
“Andy.” Without
thinking, Andy followed Edward into the toilets.
“That’s a nice name.
Andie.” Edward walked towards a
urinal. “I’m sorry but this is the bit
where it can all get a bit messy.”
“I’m sure,” said Andy not really understanding what Edward
meant. I hope I see you later for that dance," said Andy with a little smile. Andy went into a cubicle and locked the
door. It was always a bit of a
performance going to the toilet when he was ‘dressed’. He heard Edward wash his hands.
“Bye, for now.”
“Bye, bye,” called Andy as the
door swung closed, “maybe catch you later?”
With Edward gone, the washroom was empty and quiet. It took a while for Andy to finish his own
ablutions. He thought he heard the door
open once but didn't think anyone had entered the echoey room. He was glad no-one could hear his necessary exertions to let him pee. He didn't remove his plug. He didn't want to: after four hours of wear, it was sitting very comfortably, snug and warm exactly like his Aunt would want. She would have the privilege of taking it out later and would no doubt substitute something even more pleasurable when they were in bed together. Due to the pressures of work and travel it had been a week since Andy had been able to stay the night with his Aunt and he felt badly in need of her close embrace. And when she had finished and removed her harness, he would want to dwell in moist darkness and spend a very long time kissing her in that very special place he knew so well. Andy had a little shiver of pleasure at the thought.
When he'd finished, he washed
and dried his hands. He checked the
mirror, applied a few dabs of powder and retouched his lipstick and added an
extra veneer of gloss. He loved it when his Aunt kissed him on the
dancefloor while they were having a smooch to a slow number. It always caused a
bit of a stir. He wanted his lips to look their lustrous, glistening
best. He left the restroom feeling much more comfortable. As he stepped into the corridor he looking
forward to telling Auntie about the nice young man he’d met and whether they
might have a dance. And then it all went
dark.
end of Part 28
Oopsie, just when I thought things were going smoothly.
ReplyDeleteI hope you had a wonderful Christmas Day. Thanks for all of the new additions.
Thank you Lee. I think you're the ony one who's managed to stick with the story.
ReplyDeleteYes, I'm afraid Rebecca's plan is working. Andy has been kidnapped. And to Aunt Jane's horror, soon he'll be a prize in the Auction. I know you don't like Jane but she does care about her nephew. Andy loves her so much too. Although he can get grumpy, he loves the road she's taken him down ever since he was young. She may be over 20 years older than him but she will always be his object of female affection. She is genuinely horrified by what might happen to him.
I have been trying to follow. Interesting, but I am easily confused. I prefer numbers. Although a pretty little thing is a nice distraction.
ReplyDeleteIf you would like, I will send you the parts in a chronological order but will need your email address. All the parts are now published 1 to 33.
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