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Better safe than sorry (Patreon)

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2022-08-12 05:00:03
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2026-06
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Hello Friends

Here is a simple preview piece,set quiet early in Andy's pretty journey.

Our Hero/Heroine still has that cutely confused expression on his face as Aunt Jane makes sure he has everything he needs, prior to taking Fifi out for her walk.

However perhaps Aunt Jane is over doing it ,especially as it is still high summer outside.

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Andy

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Skinnie S

Better Safe than Sorry "But Auntie, do I really need an umbrella? It's not going to rain." “Yes, Andrew, you do,” said Jane sternly. “But, it’ll look silly, especially on a day like today,” moaned Andy “Think of it more as a parasol than an umbrella.” “Why?” “How else are you going to protect Fifi from the sun?” Jane asked her confused nephew. “What!” “Well, you have your little sun hat. You’re not going to need a parasol.” “But I thought it was a sou’wester for rain.” “You are a dunderhead sometimes, aren’t you? I’ve not spent the last hour slathering you in Ambre Solaire tinted sun cream and rubbing it in all over to protect you from rain, have I?” “Well, er, no, but why the PVC mac and boots?” “To protect you from the sun, of course!” “But I thought a crop top, my little denim shorts and my buffalo trainers would be more appropriate for this weather.” “You need protection from the sun, not exposure. Better be safe than sorry.” “But you rubbed in sun cream everywhere, and I mean everywhere.” “Delicate skin like yours needs to be moisturised and protected. And I don’t want you showing off lots of flesh in public. Remember: you’re not going to be walking Fifi in the grounds of not Fullerton Hall, we’re in the Town House for the next few days. What would the neighbours think seeing you flaunt yourself, like that? The temperature’s already hot enough without you getting Mr.Symonds opposite all hot and bothered. And there’s those teenage boys down the estate: I’m sure you want to show off to them!” “No Auntie! It’s not like that. It’s just a PVC mac, a PVC hat and boots will look odd on what’s likely to be the hottest day of the year. And why am I wearing latex opera gloves?” “Because you want to look practical and elegant,’ replied Jane. “Wot?” “Don’t say ‘What’ like that, darling, it’s not nice. We speak the Queen’s English in the Fullerton household. You know that, honey.” “Yes, Auntie,” Andy acknowledged. “But how are latex and PVC ‘practical and elegant’?” “Well, I’m sure you want your look to match Fifi’s. You’re going out as a couple. Colour coordination is so important. You need an outfit that matches Fifi’s collar and lead.” “OK, I get the pink,” though inwardly he hated the thought. He definitely didn’t want to be going round the estate in a bright sissy pink with that preening pooch. And not in pink go-go boots with 4 inch heels. Not at ten o’clock in the morning. “…. but the PVC and latex?” “Well, Fifi will do his business and you want something that’ll wipe clean.” “And latex gloves?” “You don’t want to get that stuff on your hands, not when you had your nails done and a manicure yesterday.” “But opera gloves, Auntie? They look silly.” “Let’s just say, my little treat. And no-one will know they’re opera gloves. Just like no-one else needs to know what you’re wearing under your lovely little Mac. Now give Fifi a proper walk, this time.” “But it’s so hot, Auntie.” “That’s why you need the parasol. I want you to walk along shading Fifi with the parasol.” “But I may have to crouch to keep him in shade.” “Yes, you probably will.” “But Auntie, I’ll look silly walking beside him bent trying to keep a poodle in the shade.” “Not any poodle! That’s Fifi. And don’t let any of those Dobermans and Alsatians on the estate sniff his bottom. He seems to have developed rather too much of a taste for that kind of thing. He’s still meant to be a stud poodle and we don't want his reputation getting ruined if the KenNel Club ever find out about his preferences . We’ll just leave it as a treat for him when he has to go into kennels.” “Yes, Auntie.” “Now off you go,” said Jane ushering them out of the front door. “I’ll see you back in about half an hour.” As soon the door closed, Jane leapt into action. Fortunately, the patio of back garden was shielded by high hedges and not overlooked by the neighbours. It was also still in the shade. Jane moved a second garden table into the shade and spread it with thick, fluffy towels. In the utility she straightened Fifi’s basket, refreshed his bowl of water and turned on the fan. Her pretty mutt would no doubt flop with exhaustion as soon as he got home. He might be a preening sissy, though that looked good in a poodle, but he could still do his duty and his stud fees meant he more than paid for his luxuries including his time in kennels when she and Andy were away. Unlike most dogs, Fifi had definitely grown to like his time in kennels. In the kitchen she prepared a tray with a jug of iced water and glasses. She went upstairs and changed. Or rather, she stripped off, removing her leather trousers and top. She left her pearls on: a Lady always wore her pearls. She greased herself with Ambre Solaire, focusing particularly on the inside of her thighs. She finished them off with Baby Oil. Then she put on a set of leather straps that were more ‘bra-like’ than bra. She was not going to need panties, not even the strappy leather ones that matched her ‘bra’. She finished with a light diaphanous robe to cover her ensemble for when she opened the front door to the returning couple, and a pair of black platform mules with transparent vamp and stripper heels. Jane felt ready. Very ready. Moist with readiness. It had been too hot in bed last night, but the back porch was still cool before the sun came round. She picked up her harness and tube of lube, and went downstairs after gathering more towels and a box of tissues. After all her boy was going to come back sweaty and was about to get a whole lot sweatier. Jane pondered for a moment what Baby Oil was going to do to his make-up, but that was going to be the least of his worries. And afterwards they would have the fun of showering together and then covering each other in sun tan lotion. An afternoon sunbathing naked together on the patio beckoned. Naked off course except for their platform mules (she'd naturally got a pink pair for Andy) - a girl would feel undressed without her heels. And since in Jane's case she'd feel under-dressed without her pearls, she didn't want Andy to feel left out so she'd got him a nice pink leather collar with 'BOY!' picked out in shiny metal studs. BOY!™ had excelled itself with its new summer range, and she definitely expected her slippery, sweaty boy to excel himself this morning.

Dr. Strangequirk

Well, it may be divergent from Andy's original intent, but it is an enjoyable read as always, Skinnie. :)

Lee

Oh, Skinnie, you have done it again. Several of my clever points were used by you with your usual flair and aplomb. Thank you for your thoughts. As for Andy, he is indeed fashionable and color coordinated. Though I should think Fifi matches him and not the other way around.

Lee

Your artwork is sublime and the thoughts of what would transpire once he steps a dainty foot out into the sunlight. He will positively glow. At the very least stop traffic

Aidan

Jane may be overdoing it but then she always has a perfect reason for choosing the right outfit for Andy. xx

Robyn Stephens

Fantastic outift in pink. I am sure Rees Witherspoon would agree.