Message-ID: <7614eli$9804051836@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Eric Shon Subject: NEW! "Unexpected Company" by Eric Shon (6/8) (M/f-teen, inc, cons) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <9a3260ab.35273577@aol.com> Unexpected Company Part 6 by Eric Shon Renate and I immediately set to work on the hoses and clamps for the hot tub. I got her started on pre-fitting the clamps to the ends of the hoses, and then I went below to begin fitting them. By lunch time they were all connected and tightened down. We had a quick bite and a cold drink. Afterward Renate followed me back out to the deck. "Rennie, the next thing is the plumbing down beneath the deck," I said. "Not much for you to do." "OK," she replied. "I'll just lay out some more." The image of her shapely ass in her thong danced briefly across my memory. Fortunately, thanks to the morning's earlier release of all my tensions, the image caused little more than a twinge in my penis, so I went below comfortably. The measurements and the cutting of the PVC pipe went fairly quickly and the tub was finally hooked up to the plumbing system. I checked all the connections for a final time, checked over the hose connections once more, and then I climbed back up to the deck. I was about to call Renate's name just as I looked down at her sunbathing on a towel spread across the deck. She was lying on her back, totally nude. I thought again and looked away, and went into the kitchen for a glass of water. After a big gulp I just resolved myself to the fact that this kid was a force of nature. She obviously enjoys being without clothes, so I might as well not fight it. Just sit back and take in as much as I can and enjoy it. She's only going to be here a few more days, so what the fuck! Get an eyeful! I took off my sweat soaked t-shirt and walked back out to the deck and sat on a deck chair and studied the exquisite beauty of the goddess that was my niece. The sheen of moisture coating her body highlighted curves and depressions, mounds and swells. Her pink nipples resting atop her modest swells of breast rose and fell gently in time with her breathing, and her belly did likewise. The tiny, tangled patch of red hair, darker than that on her head, protected the subtle folds of her womanhood from the direct rays of sunlight, from the direct gaze of her uncle. But there she was in all her naked glory, and she was mine alone to behold. I continued the exercise, my eyes traveling up and down the length of her body, from her lightly freckled face to her long and shapely legs to her cute little feet, and back the other way, the whole time my cock growing and throbbing in my pants. Then she stirred. Her arm moved up to shield her eyes from the sun and she craned her head around until she saw me. "Finished?" I made no effort this time to conceal the fact that I had been staring at her body. She gave no indication whether she knew that I had been, nor whether she cared. "Not quite, " I replied. "I still have to hook up the pump." Renate turned and sat Indian-style and raised a hand up to me, beckoning me to help her up. I stood and walked to her and grasped her hand. "How long will that take?" I looked at the tub and scratched my head. "Well, anchor the pump, hook up the hoses, run a cord...about an hour." I hoisted her to her feet. Her breasts jutted out toward me, her nipples pointing at mine. "Then what?" she asked, turning her head to look at the tub, too. "Then we fill it with water, turn the pump on, and get wet." Renate whirled her head around, her eyes bugged out. "REALLY? It's done?!" "Yup!" I answered. "If you want, we can celebrate your going off to college tonight rather than Saturday. Might as well get some use out of it!" "Oh, AL! You are the coolest man in the world!" She wrapped her arms around me and squeezed tightly. All I could feel were her nipples boring into my chest. Her breasts were so firm that they didn't seem to give under the pressure, and the nipples were like blunt darts. I returned her embrace and felt my hands slide up and down her back, and a little too far over her buttocks. "Well, I'd better get to it." I said, reluctantly pushing her nubile body away from mine. I started on my way back down below when she stopped me. "Al, I have a great idea. While you're finishing up the hot tub, I'll make a nice celebration dinner!" "Sounds great! Then we'll take a celebratory bath!" I said, chuckling lightly. "Deal!" she chirped. She reached up and kissed me, a light peck on the lips, and then she darted into the house. I went below and busied myself with the pump, anchoring it in place and hooking up the various hoses. I went inside for the final step - electrical cord - and smelled something wonderful coming out of the oven. I wondered at the time what she could have possibly found in my kitchen to make such a delicious aroma. She was out of sight herself, but I heard the shower running as I passed the bathroom on my way to the idea room where the orange extension cord was that I had decided to use. Once back outside I connected the pump to the house's electricity, climbed atop the deck, filled the tub with water, and turned it on. The water bubbled and frothed nicely with a gentle, though noticeable hum from the pump. When I got back inside Renate was at the stove wearing a big t-shirt. "I'm gonna take a quick shower and change clothes," I said passing through. "Put on something nice. This is a special occasion!" she called out to me. After the shower I contemplated in front of my closet for a few minutes. At first I thought I would feel silly dressing up for dinner in my own home. But then I thought, this is for Rennie, and it's special for her. So I laid out a sport coat and a tie on the bed, and pulled on a blue Oxford knit shirt and khaki pants. I wandered out into the living room in stocking feet. "Need any help out here?" I asked. "Can you set a table?" she asked me back, facing her task at the stove. "'Can I set a table?' 'Can I set a table?' you ask?" I responded with mock incredulity. "Just you wait and see the table I set!" I leapt into setting one hell of a table. Tablecloth, place mats, salad forks, dinner forks, spoons, butter knives, steak knives (I didn't even know what we were having yet!), salad plates, dinner plates, water glasses, wine goblets, candles, the whole works. I pulled a bottle of wine from the rack and set it on the table, and then, in a fit of true inspiration, I reached into the very bottom of the wine rack and pulled out a bottle of champagne. I looked around for something to put it in, and I was struck again. There, off in the corner where Renate had apparently pushed it, sat Concita's bucket, still full of dirty water from her cleaning job on Sunday. I poured the water out into the sink, rinsed it out thoroughly, and began dumping ice into it. I carried it back to the table and jammed the bottle of champagne into the ice and left it to chill through dinner. Renate looked in on the setting and whistled. "Now that's a table!" I beamed proudly and replied, "Well, it has to be to fit a dinner that smells as wonderful as what you're cooking up." Renate snorted at me. "It's meat loaf! All you had in the refrigerator was beer, ground beef , a couple of eggs, and a potato!" I pursed my lips momentarily. I had gone overboard on the table even for a presidential dinner, so I figured I might as well roll with this. I looked back at the grand table, and then at Renate. "So exactly what wine goes with meat loaf?" Renate strained to suppress a laugh, her cheeks dimpling madly. "I don't exactly know. Do we care?" "Not exactly," I said, a laugh creeping through my words. Renate's composure broke and she fell into a fit of laughter, and I followed suit. When we calmed down Renate said, "Well, I'm going to go get dressed. It should be done by then." As she left the room I walked over to the stereo and looked for a CD. The whimsy of the evening had not left me, so I chose an album of sultry, sax-driven, smooth jazz to complement the romantic mood set by a majestic meal of meat loaf. I then went to my room and slipped on a pair of casual dress loafers, and donned my coat and tie. I came back out and lit the candles, filled the water glasses, and poured the wine. I heard the door to the guest bedroom open and shut, so I turned to face the hallway entrance to present the table. Renate came around the corner and the vision that greeted me caused my heart to rise in my throat. She had pulled her hair up off of her neck and tied it gracefully up on her head, sexy little wisps hanging down to frame her face. The black dress she wore clung tightly to her every feature, a bodice hanging from a thin string that circled her neck, wrapped under her arms and around low on her back, leaving her shoulders bare. At either side was a tantalizing swell of a breast assuring anyone who might be curious that she wasn't wearing anything underneath the top half of the dress. The dress finished only a few inches later, barely below mid-thigh. Her long legs snaked out below into a pair of black suede leather pumps. I spoke my mind as the thought occurred without thinking to speak. "Oh, my god, Rennie. You are absolutely stunning!" Her face bespoke her surprised pleasure. "Why, thank you Uncle Alvin! You look pretty handsome yourself." She came up to me and kissed me on the cheek. "Let's eat!" We served each other her meat loaf, which turned out wonderfully...as meat loaf goes...and we ate our fill. Over the wine Renate looked at me silently for a long moment. "Al," she said almost in a whisper. "I've have had such a great time here with you. I don't know if I can thank you enough." I smiled at her. "You don't have to thank me, Rennie..." "Oh, but I do, Al. I will." She blushed slightly. We sipped the wine quietly for a few moments, the sax dripping thick riffs from the speakers. "OK," I said, rising from my chair. "Time for a toast." I plucked the champagne out of the bucket and popped the cork. Just as I was about to pour, Renate stopped me. "WAIT, AL!" "What is it?" "We almost forgot the tub! Let's celebrate there like we talked about today." She was right. It only seemed appropriate to celebrate in the tub. After all, that was the reason I had decided to take off of work for the week and put it in before I had originally planned. I set the bottle back down into the ice and said, "And so we shall!" I grabbed the glasses and the champagne/cleaning bucket and headed out to the deck, and Renate fell into step behind me. The light from the living room fell through the floor-to-ceiling windows and softly illuminated the deck. I set the bucket down next to the tub and turned the pump switch on. I set the thermostat to about 90 degrees and watched the bubbles churn. I bent and grabbed the bottle and a glass and began to pour. When I looked up Renate was unfastening the hook at the back of the string around her neck. I stood, mesmerized by the realization that this one simple adjustment would cause the whole thing to come off. She looked right into my eyes the entire time, drawing her hands forward, each clutching an end of the string, and lowering her hands slowly to her sides. She was doing a deliberate strip-tease for me, and was making it as exciting as she possibly could. She stood for a moment, her nipples hardening in the cool night air. Then, with her hands at her sides she grasped the hem of her skirt and subtly wiggled her hips to coax the fabric over her shapely hips. The fabric pulled away, slowly revealing to me that she was not wearing a stitch under that dress. My heart leapt into my throat again as the realization hit that she had been sitting across from me at dinner with no panties on under her dress! My cock was stirring like crazy inside my undershorts, trying to straighten itself out as quickly as possible. When the black fabric was clear of the widest point of Renate's hips, it simply fell to the deck in a small pile at her feet. She stepped out of the dress and stood for a moment, clad now only in those black suede leather pumps, her sleek legs rising from them, parting seductively, and then returning at the top of her hips, where my eyes suddenly locked. "Rennie! Your..." Without looking down to where I was, she said, "I shaved. Just like you." She walked toward me, walked like I hadn't seen her walk in the four days she had been here. Her hips undulated sensuously as she stepped toward me, causing her now bare pussy to swing hypnotically back and forth. "See?" She reached down and spread her legs a bit, and pulled up on her bare, shaved flesh. Her head turned up to me, her eyes mere slits as she savored her fingers on herself. "I can't believe how smooth it feels." My eyes locked on her hand as it pulled wantonly up on the soft flesh of her pussy. She placed her hand over mine on the full champagne glass. She pulled the glass out of my hand and said, "Let's get wet." She walked to the edge of the tub, slipped off her pumps, and slid slowly into the churning water. ***Be sure to read the rest of "Unexpected Company," parts 1-8, by Eric Shon, as well as other Eric Shon stories here, and at Mr. Double's website: http://www.mrdouble.com. Tell me what you think of this story! Send comments to ericshon@aol.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |