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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.

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