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He certainly looked fit and good looking, with come to bed dark brown eyes, twinkling through long, black lashes. He was a hot, young Latino, about my age and slightly smaller in height. I admired his tight-fitting trousers and waist-coat, thinking he was a lot nearer my age than Uncle Andy and if I was here alone I'd like to feel confident enough to make a move. Then he took the key from the receptionist, who had kept our passports, and led the way to the lift. He led us inside and waited nearby as we booked in to our room. It had a wide pull-in area and we left the car to be parked as a young, slim, uniformed guy came and took our bags. and made our way round the ring road to the hotel. We had fun inputting the hotel address on the sat-nav.
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I couldn't help thinking, "crumpet catcher" but I hoped not. The interior was red leather and polished wood. I slapped his shoulder in a playful but hard way and he winced with make-believe pain and we pushed on to the rental car park.Īndy had booked an Audi: a long sleek shiny, black automobile that promised speed and comfort. He reckons you are so young and inexperienced he could make you cum in 10 minutes. "You know, Jean-Claude back there would love to show you around. After a firm handshake and a weak smile from me we headed outside to the parking lot with the luggage trolley. My uncle signed some papers and picked up the keys. "Bastard" I muttered under my breath and tried hard not to redden up as they resumed their chat in French. All said with a nudge and a wink to rub home any double entendre. "Was I old enough?" asked the assistant, and Uncle Andy had told the guy that I was old enough for anything he could think of and looking for new experiences in Paris. Now the car rental guy looked puzzled.Īndy smiled over at me and explained that the questions were about my driving ability and did I want to drive in Paris? He was normally so protective towards me.
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Every so often Andy and the guy would stop talking and look at me earnestly. Andy stage whispered that the guy fancied me and had a special price for the hire car if I went to the back room and sucked his cock. The desk attendant was looking my way and smiling and winking at me. There was an aura of flirting and good-natured banter about the conversation. I was impressed how fluently Uncle Andy was keeping up. The fit, tanned male assistant with twinkling brown eyes, dark curly hair and a sophisticated aroma of expensive cologne was about the same age as Andy, (34/35) and speaking French so quickly I couldn't understand. "OK stud?" Andy teased, as he led the way out of the check-out area and towards the car hire desk. He'd taught me almost everything and now I wanted one more lesson. He was like a god blonde, fit, toned and tanned. I was barely a third his age and a pudgy, tallish child with no idea that by the time I was 18 I'd be looking at uncle Andy completely differently. I so wanted to impress this young man with his fit, muscled body and tanned good looks.
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Now Mike, kick for all you're worth."Īnd I did. You'll have the strongest legs and the biggest bum in the pool. His encouraging (and harmlessly provocative) banter "That's the way my big, strong boy. I remember him teaching me to swim, me holding a football with outstretched arms while he held me gently under my waist and hips. Uncle Andy had been around all my young life. But hey, I was still just 19 and had plenty of time to broaden my horizons and dip my toe (and anything else that would fit) into more murky sexual waters. I was after an Architecture degree and had kept up with the work and played quite hard too all in a fairly vanilla way. I had come to Paris with my Uncle Andy as part of a "well done" package for completing my first year Uni. Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.