A Very Unexpected Encounter

***This is a continuation of Chapters 1 and 2. If you are a new reader and have not read the earlier chapters in this series, I highly encourage you stop and go read Chapter 1, then Chapter 2 before proceeding with this 3rd chapter. Again, all characters in this story are over the age of 18. I hope you enjoy.*** * If Kyle had been asked a day ago where he would be sleeping during his summer at his Aunt Brandy's, he would not have answered in her own bed. But the past day had been full of unexpected occurrences for Kyle, and the lure of his aunt's extremely voluptuous body was too hard to fight. The morning sun was shining brightly in the room. Brandy went and drew the shades to darken the room as much as possible before climbing into bed herself. Kyle watched as his aunt's luscious curves jiggled, swayed, and bounced. Brandy caught his eye and Kyle looked away quickly. Brandy smirked. On one hand, her nephew was addicted to her body. She made sure of that. On the other sh

I looked around the neighborhood as I cruised through, headed to pick up my wife. Pretty swanky, upscale community with an easy commute into the city. The production company Tina (my wife) worked for had rented one of the homes for the day to shoot in, so that was where she had worked today. I had dropped her off at a coffee shop closer to our house on my way to run some errands. One of the production assistants was there grabbing coffee for everyone, and Tina had ridden here with her. Normally Tina would drive her little Bimmer, but it was in the shop. I had gotten laid off from my job last year when the company was bought out, and the purchasing company low balled nearly all of the long-time employees. The only people they gave decent offers to were expert brown nosers and sycophants, but were basically useless at work. I, and the majority of the rest of our company, had walked rather than take the measly hand outs and demotions they were offering. Word around the campfire was, tha

Nicole entered a crowded bar with her assistant following behind her. She's beautiful, rosy complexion, tall, blonde straight hair cascading down her back. She's wearing a red silk spaghetti strap dress that clearly showed her toned body, perky breasts and butt that elicited lust from men. She has a body to die for. This was the fifth bar that she entered. She's determined to find the special guy to assist in her research. She believed that she would find him tonight. And she saw him. He's sitting across the bar in a black shirt hugging his muscular body. His pants clearly showed strong powerful legs. He's handsome, black hair, blue eyes with thick lashes. He had a wicked smile. He eluded confidence in his demeanour. He's drinking a cold beer oblivious to the lusty stares of the other women. Nicole walked towards him and slid her body between him and another man. She ignored the other man. She confidently asked him if he's interested in helping her in her

After parking the car on the corner, of Oak and Main. Mistress Kate turned to me and gave me some unsettling news. "Well my dear, this is where we part ways. You served me well as my Sissy Maid for the past 6 months. However, I no longer have any use for you. Therefore it is time to give you away to a new owner." The gag muffled my pleas. She saw the fear in my eyes and gave me a small kiss on my cheek. "Don't worry, I have known your new owner for years." She came around and opened the passenger door and helped me out. As I stood on the sidewalk dressed in a traditional French Maid outfit. Mistress Kate adjusted the skirt and petticoat. Then touched up my light brown hair. She handed me a silver platter. As I held the silver platter, Mistress Kate placed a large pink envelop along with a small black velvet box on it. "Okay, sweetie. Now walk! Walk straight ahead until you reach 654 Oak St. That's where your new owner lives. Once there, you are to rin

Looking back, I probably should have realised that all was not well even before we reached the front door. The lights along either side of the long gravel driveway were all working. But they were those low-voltage solar-charged garden lights. Ahead of us, the country house hotel itself was in almost total darkness. 'We have not the electricity,' the smiling fellow in the candle-lit reception area tells us when we go to check in. 'Oh?' 'Not the heating as well,' he says. 'Why not the heating?' I ask, finding myself slipping into his strange syntax. 'Not knowing,' he tells me. 'And...?' 'We are not being open for the guests.' 'Not open! But we have driven for six hours,' I tell him. He smiles and nods. But there is nothing to smile about. 'It's my wife's birthday,' I tell him. 'An important one. Or at least it will be. In a few hours' time. This is supposed to be a special weekend. I made the bookin