Not the Intention
Copyright© 2022 by Desiderius Lustig
Chapter 1: Panic!
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 1: Panic! - Desi -my old-man's self- in his far-away-house takes up a friend of his niece when she needs a secret hideaway. The build-up of sexual tension between old man and visitor begins to show. Indeed not the intention?
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Mult Consensual Romantic Gay BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Group Sex Orgy Interracial Black Female Anal Sex Double Penetration Lactation Pregnancy 2nd POV Nudism Slow
‘You’re home alone? call me then’ messages Lizz, my niece, my brother’s step-granddaughter.
He has long passed away and I have taken over his grandfather role.
On the first ring she smiles at me “Hey uncle, how are you?”
“Fine, except that I miss my love and am sitting here all alone in my French house. When will you come and make me happy with your two little ones and your new amant?”
“So, you could use company, tomorrow or so?” She turns her cell phone and I see her friend Diane, looking at me dejectedly and tears all over. I know her to be a party girl, so clearly something is wrong.
Sobbing, she asks “Can I go into hiding with you? My Robin has a fight with his trigger-happy little criminal clients. And they are threatening to do something to me and I don’t feel like it and, and and...”
Tears run down her dark cheeks and there is desperation in her eyes. As I speak soothingly and listen, my mind works like a raging machine how to fix this. On my laptop I search for flights here and there and get an idea.
“Then you’re better off with me, right? But your trail hereto we need to erase. I think, with a intense and loud argument, you should leave Robin. Then you’re probably not interesting anymore and they won’t come after you. Now go with Lizz to your apartment to get some of your stuff. You shout on leaving that you are going to your aunt in Moengo and pack your suitcase now.”
“I don’t have an aunt in Moengo!”
“Of course not, but I must have you on a flight to Paris-Orly and as soon as possible. There they fly tomorrow at 1 o’clock to Cayenne in French Guiana. And that’s only a ferry ride away from Moengo. And no eyes in Suriname at Zanderij that don’t see you getting off the plane. You take the intercity to here at Paris-Bercy and nobody knows where you are. Then we have a watertight story for your girlfriends, which Lizz can toss around.
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