Anyone for Tennis Dennis? Ch. 13 by Nikki_Kernovii

Literotic asexstories – Anyone for Tennis Dennis? Ch. 13 by Nikki_Kernovii

Anyone for Tennis, Menace, Dennis?

By Nikki Kernovii

Chapter 13–A Walk In the Woods

The Forest had some real weird and wonderful rock formations. We had a lot of rock in The Dales, and I had walked a good few of those over the years, but nothing quite like the boulders and caves, tunnels, valleys and sandy terrain that we encountered. That walk in itself was amazing, let alone all else that happened..

After a brief breakfast of baguette with some yummy cheeses, Dennis led me by the collar, down the front path. I was nervous about this, as I was still naked, apart from the pink collar and the outdoor shoes.

At the gate Remy was waiting, dressed more casually then when she was on duty as a driver in England. Loose jeans with a grey shirt. And none of her usual fancy make-up. Very casual for her.

Beside her was a petite brunette, with a bob haircut, in cut-off jeans and a check top.

“Bonjour. Ca va?”

“Ca va bien. Merci.” I managed in reply, shyly.

“This is my wife Amelie.” Remy said introducing the pretty Brunette.

“Ici Julie.” Remy said to Amelie.

“Bonjour.” But instead of shaking hands. Amelie leaned forward to kiss me on both cheeks.

Or, I guess I should say, she really pressed her cheek to mine and kissed the air next to me.

What a weird greeting.

She seemed to completely ignore my nakedness.

Remy’s own car in France was a reddish coloured Renault van. With Amelie up front and Dennis and I in the back we drove out of Fleury, along many winding country roads. Most of the landscape was woodland. We passed some fields full of sunflowers. There were other fields of strange crops, I did not recognise, though was later told they were Artichokes.

The farmhouses, dotted here and there, were mostly brick with red tile roofs.

We saw few people, so my initial fear at being naked in the van, began to subside.

Half an hour later we drew into a gravelled bay beside the road. There were a few other cars. Most were empty. One had a group of people inside talking.

“This is Forest of Fontainebleu. We are near the ‘Bois de Roi’. The wood of the king.” Dennis said. “We go for a walk.”

Dennis slid open the side door to beckon me out. I stepped out nervously into the open.

Remy and Amelie came round and they all — ALL Three of them – started stripping off their clothes.

Amelie had small, pretty breasts, and neat, naked pussy atop strong legs. She looked — I guess well proportioned, but I also thought quite yummy.

Remy, who was taller, had narrow hips, big – bigger boobs. Hers were bigger than mine.

I felt a pang of jealousy. I like my boobs. I thought they were adequate. But Remy had NICE boobs.

When she slid her jeans down — that was when I had a shock.

Under her black thong, Remy had a cock. Not a big cock. But definitely a cock.

I just stared.

“So, now you know.” She said, raising her eyebrow at me. “As we walk, we talk, and I will tell you.”

“Oh. Err… Sorry.” I babbled, aware that I had been staring and that it was impolite. I turned back to Dennis.

He had also stripped down to a thong. That and his sports shoes were all he was wearing. He pulled a couple of backpacks from the van. Dennis and Remy carried the bags.

“We are going for a walk like this?” I asked, squeaking.

“Yes.” Remy said. “Look.” She was pointing towards one of the other cars in the parking area.

Three people. Two guys and a girl were un-loading bags. They were also naked but for their hiking shoes.

“Oh.” I shrugged. I stopped trying to hide behind the van. I still felt vulnerable and awkward.

With that Remy locked the van.

Dennis led us off along a sandy trail into the woodland.

We walked through varieties of trees. There was some gentle, climbing up rocky trails. To the sides of the trails were boulders ranging from less than a meter to thirty meters in size.

After maybe fifteen minutes Dennis headed down a smaller side trail. Remy caught up with me to walk along side on the sandy trail.

“So Julie. Let me tell you why I am as I am and why I love Mr Dennis so much.”

“Please.” I said. “But only if you are comfortable. I… I shouldn’t have stared. That was rude of me. Sorry.”

“Not a problem.” Remy said.

“When I was in my teen years, I knew something was wrong. I did not know what, but I was not like the other boys. When the other boys started shaving, I did not. When the other boy’s voices changed, mine did not. I often grew worried. Depressed. It was during my years doing my Bac, that is Baccalaureate, when I became very depressed. My family are not very understanding or supportive. I attempted to take my own life. Amelie, my friend from college, caught me. She happened to know Mr Dennis as well and told him.

“Mr Dennis has a good family. He is my cousin. Though to that point we were not very close.

Mr Dennis was already making much money. He has always been good at making money. For Mr Dennis to look at somebody, to watch them, is to him like reading a book. He knows people. He reads them”

“Yes.” I agreed. He surely could.

“Somehow, and I do not know all the details, he and his family managed to get me away from Fontainebleau to England. I stayed with a family. My foster family. They are part of his family. They cared for me. They helped me to come to peace with myself.

“You have met Doctor Bernard. He was their friend as well as their Doctor. He helped me. Between Mr Dennis, my foster family and Doctor Bernard, they helped me to become a woman. This is who I should be.

“Something went wrong with my birth, and I was not made the way I should be. When I knew that I really was a woman, I lost my depression. I am at peace.

“I finished my school in England. I came back to Fontainebleau, a few years later, as a woman. I am lucky that my parents named me Remy. In France Remy is used for boys and girls. Like Ashley in England. Or Francis, or Brooklyn or Charlie. My family are still not very understanding, but they accept me.

“When I had finished at school I went to work for Mr Dennis. When Sandrine left him, although he was happy for her, he lost his way. He lost his control. He drank too much Bordeaux and Pastis. That is when he lost control of his car. He has not driven since. I took over driving for him. He is a good man.” Remy paused in her narrative. “And this is why Amelie and I have agreed to help him to help Alice. You remember what we said about Alice? We think she is in trouble. Mr Dennis feels he may be partly responsible. He feels that he has to help. Amelie will be coming to England with us.”

“I remember.” I said. “What are you going to do?”

“We don’t know. We haven’t thought it all through yet. Mr Dennis is still thinking. And he has people to talk to. We think we need to somehow get close to Armstrong. Maybe inside his business.”

The trail widened. Amelie had caught up to insinuate herself between Remy and me.

“Remy wants to help. Remy is concerned, because Mr Dennis is concerned. I worry about my Remy.” She said hugging her closely.

“Amelie is between jobs. She is taking a couple of months break. She will be coming to live in England anyway. For two years now, we have not seen each other very much. Mr Dennis knows this and worries for me. We will have some time together. We can both be of service to Mr Dennis.” Remy added.

“I love my Remy.” Amelie said pulling herself closer. “I loved HIM before he went to England. I have loved HER ever since.” She kissed Remy on the shoulder. “Does that make me a lesbian? Does that make me strange? Am I bisexual? I don’t know. I’m not really attracted to other women. I just love my Remy.”

Remy kissed Amelie softly, but did not slow the pace and they continued walking arm in arm. Leaving me to ponder.

Just then we came to a narrow canyon, between twenty-foot high rocks so we had to walk in single file. The trail split round rocks, then re-connected in several places.

As we emerged beyond the rocks there was a slight climb. Then we took another side trail to the left.

After another few hundred meters we came to a clearing among the trees.

Dennis and Remy slung their packs onto a flattish, round rock, like a large doughnut, to one side, close to a rock face.

Remy handed round bottles of water.

It was a warm day and the trail had been pretty dusty. We all drained our bottles pretty quickly and handed the empties back.

“Remy. You ready.” Dennis asked.

“Sure Mr Dennis.”

“This. My favourite oak tree. 500 years old. See that branch.”

We all looked up to the solid branch hanging some twenty-five feet above our heads. The leaves just beginning to turn with the change of season.

It was a magnificent tree. Old and full. I was no tree expert. I COULD just about tell that this was an oak. We had passed hundreds of them. Along with pines and beeches. So many old and interesting trees.

I wondered what stories this one could tell.

Who had been in this clearing over the years?

“No problem.” Remy said, taking a length of string from her pack, she tied a fist sized rock to the end in an elaborate knot.

She whirled the rock around at the end of her arm several times, then in one smooth throw, the rock sailed up and over the branch Dennis had indicated. As it lowered on the far side, Remy loosened the string until she held the rock again. Dennis tied rope from his pack to the end of the string. He fed the rope up as Remy pulled the string down, until the rope had cleared over the branch and slid back towards us. Once Remy had hold of the rope, she untied the string and the rock. She threw the rock to the side and returned the string to her pack.

Dennis beckoned me towards him.

“Sit.”

I sat. I got a sandy bottom.

Dennis tied an elaborate series of knots and loops around my ankles and lower legs up to my knees.

I had a bad feeling about this.

Was I going to be hung like a bat?

“Ready?” He asked.

“For what?” I had to ask.

“For some fun.” He patted me and grinned.

“I guess.”

“Relax little one.” He stood and started pulling on the rope until it was tense.

Just then Remy and Amelie came over to hold me as Dennis carried on pulling.

They paused when my legs were in the air and I was lying on my back.