Sharing True Events

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annabell-cagoule
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Re: Sharing True Events

Post by annabell-cagoule » December 2nd, 2019, 9:09 pm

I used to love borrowing my brothers plastic pants when he was growing up and wearing them,
I used to wear them under my jeans and one day got caught by mum, she asked what i was wearing and i tried to wriggle free (she was giving me a hug) and she felt the plastic crinkle.
She told me off and said if i wanted to be a baby again she would treat me as such and made me lie down, took my jeans off and made me put on a nappy then put the pants back on me and a short skirt,
All in front of my brothers and sister. I was so humiliated and ripped them off embarrassed and ran to my room.
I only wore Them from then on when home alone, so i didn’t get caught, one day i had the same thing, heard a noise, panicked, got dressed very quickly and me heart was coming out my chest. No one there. Don’t know what the noise was but made me very careful after that
Lets get swishy!

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Re: Sharing True Events

Post by JellyMan » December 2nd, 2019, 10:49 pm

I think the fear of being caught is far too developed in me. Many years ago a girl at work had a green plastic mac hanging in the corridor to the kitchenette. I so wanted to touch it, it was the first true plastic mac I had encountered in real life (not on the tv) but I dare not for fear of being seen. She never wore the Mac, and I only knew it was hers because the day she left the company it vanished, having hung in the rail for at least a year. On a few occasions I was alone but still couldn't touch it; there were windows and buildings in the distance and I imagined someone casually looking out over an impossibly long distance and seeing a young man touching a raincoat and me getting fired! I know I am still overly cautious compared to many intrepid members on the site. I was caught about three times when young, embarrassed on each occasion, so I think that has had a lot to do with it.

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Re: Sharing True Events

Post by JellyMan » December 2nd, 2019, 11:09 pm

debs37 wrote:
December 2nd, 2019, 10:09 am
From the opposite side as it where.

I used to wear a pink jelly coat to school in the eighties like most of the girls in my class,woolworth 3pounds... Guys used to secretly watch us.. we called them pinkie perves... anyway, I began to notice a guy hanging around the cloak room at lunch times when the first bell went. He would do that to watch us taking our coats off.. One afternoon he was there and it was wet and I pretended to trip, I fell on him and threw my arms around him making sure the pvc which was wet soake his shirt. I thnk he loved it..

HANDSOME GUY AS WELL. :roll:

Debs x
Wow Debs, I wish I was at your school. I knew a girl who had a pink jelly jacket but only saw her wearing it once on a day trip out with friends (she was a friend of a friend so I didn't know her well). I thought of myself as a keen phhotographer and snapped a few photos making sure she was in the shot somewhere, but when I got them developed (yes I am ancient!) the best one of her tousling her hair was blurred - maybe I was shaking with excitement. A few things made that a special day... it was a warm summer afternoon so wearing plastic was NOT for protection... she was wearing a tee shirt so had bare arms... there was another girl there (also an acquaintance not full friend) and she was wearing a shiny light blue nylon jacket.

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Re: Sharing True Events

Post by JellyMan » December 2nd, 2019, 11:16 pm

annabell-cagoule wrote:
December 2nd, 2019, 9:09 pm
I used to love borrowing my brothers plastic pants when he was growing up and wearing them,
I used to wear them under my jeans and one day got caught by mum...
Why is it always our mothers that catch us? Do they lie in wait outside our bedroom doors, "is that the sound of a plastic Mac being put on, I'll open the door and pretend I came to collect his washing the little pervert will be so embarrassed he will stop liking weird clothes". Not that being caught by anyone else would be any less embarrassing, but it is always mothers! Mine burst in to my room when I was experimenting in my cagoule with nothing on underneath on a warm sunny day, and I was not that young!

WealdenMac
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Re: Sharing True Events

Post by WealdenMac » December 3rd, 2019, 10:09 am

Because, as Hylda Baker used to say (often) "She knows, y'know!" Hindsight has demonstrated to me that my parents knew a lot more than they let on at the time, probably because they had no idea about what to do about it anyway. People were a great deal more "buttoned up" in those days.

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Re: Sharing True Events

Post by MissRachel » December 4th, 2019, 12:44 am

True Events. I am on the edge every time I go out side in a rain suit without a drip of rain. See

viewtopic.php?f=4&t=11273

As far as dress up in private waiting for mum to get me: you need to watch more "Secret Agent Man" on TV as a child. I never got caught. Maybe that is why today I can roller skate in a PVC rain suit or have a glass of wine at the local pub. See

viewtopic.php?f=4&t=11233

But to your point: I wish more shiny people were in my town.

I need to go the the BIG CITY to dress like this. See

viewtopic.php?f=4&t=11292

People just need to dress up and share the PVC...

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Re: Sharing True Events

Post by MissRachel » December 4th, 2019, 1:09 am

JellyMan wrote:
November 30th, 2019, 4:57 pm
I love reading people's posts here about true experiences in plastic. For those of you who have posted that you are attired in a particularly naughty way as you post - thank you, I find that a turn on. Does anyone else feel this way? I like writing fiction, but I always like posting true events. If anyone out there gets a thrill from what I post or imagines what things were like that I describe and pleasure themselves at the thought then that is absolutely wonderful as far as I am concerned. Pictures are nice, but words can be sexier.

If you disagree then don't read on...

When I was younger I discovered a large zipped plastic bag at my parents house. I think it wa for storing clothes, but it was a nice material, and having found it, I started fantasizing about being zipped into it. Eventually, many weeks later I found myself alone, with no chance of being caught. I got out the bag and stripped naked. My heart pounded as I considered sealing myself inside and was a little worried that I might suffocate myself accidentally, but the thought of the feel was too much. I positioned the bag on a bedroom floor that had a full length mirror and slipped inside. I remember feeling that the bag was quite tight and was concerned it might rip, but managed to zip myself inside. I lay there for a couple of minutes, unable to pleasure myself as the plastic was too tight, but realy enjoying the feeling. The material started to fog up as I watched myself in the mirror. Then I heard a noise. I was out of that bag faster than a bullet train and dressed, my heart was pounding at the thought of being caught. There was nobody there. I don't know what the noise was, but frightened myself at the thought of being caught laying naked on the floor in a plastic bag that I never did it again. Memories of a couple of minutes of bliss!

Until now nobody else in the world knew this. Now all you lovely friends on the site know. That thought turns me on!
Let me top that one.

My father took all our family to some one he worked with to their house for a Christmas Diner. After things got merry slipped away to explore this house I never have been in before.

The hall closet...nothing there. Upstairs I went. Hall closet...nothing there. I stopped. Was someone coming upstairs to use the bathroom? No, it was just everyone downstairs getting loud as the night went on. I had to get to the Master Bedroom of this house was a guest in.

Imagine finding a ten year old boy rummaging through your clothing! How obserd would this be? I had to press on. Deeper into the upstairs I went. Finally finding the Master Bed Room. I had to act fast! I was away from my Mum too long. I slowing opened the doors of their closet and I found it!

It was a lovely, long black, SBR coat! I quickly pulled it off the hanger and pushed it into my face. I got hard right off. I had to do it. I knew my under shirt would have to mop up the mess after I did my trick. All of my cloths come off in a second. I carefully opened the coat across their bed and climbed on to my heavenly, rubber ocean! Yes an ocean! The coat was huge compared to a ten year old young body. I was be side myself. I pressed this lovely rubber coat all over my face and body. It was so soft. The rubber was cool but was warming up to my humping. Then it happen, I exploded! Then I was perfectly still. I had cummed on a complete stranger's SBC coat, on their bed and my parents are downstairs having a Christmas Diner.

I am crazy. I am nutty. They will put me away. Then my instincts kick in. My undershirt is called into action: mop up the mess I just made. Quick, hang the lovely coat on the hanger in their closet. Arrange the other clothing so it looks likes nothing happened. Straighten the bed. Gather up all my clothing and gather up my clothing. Run to the upstairs bath room and close the door: I am safe, I can say I came up here because the downstairs bath room had my little brother in it.

I pull and my cloths and now I have a hug stop on the front of my undershirt. Well I have a button up shirt to cover that. I walk down stairs back to the party, back to normal. Why do I do this? I love humping rubber coats...

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Re: Sharing True Events

Post by JellyMan » December 4th, 2019, 6:44 am

Rachel, I can understand the thrill of the hunt, but had I been you I would have stopped at fondling the coat on the rail - probably with a hand down my trousers. During a naughty session there is a slight sense of thrill at the possibility of being caught, but as soon as I came I would feel massively ashamed at what I had done, and being discovered after that and before getting rid of the evidence would be the biggest embarrassment of all time for me! You are clearly a lot more adventurous than me - even at ten!

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Re: Sharing True Events

Post by rukkacrazy » December 4th, 2019, 9:29 am

I can so relate to this post. i done this with long shiny rukka raincoats when i was younger. And when i been adult aswell. i just cant resist a long shiny rukka hanging somewhere. I have to get my pleasure with it and fill it with cum
MissRachel wrote:
December 4th, 2019, 1:09 am
JellyMan wrote:
November 30th, 2019, 4:57 pm
Let me top that one.

My father took all our family to some one he worked with to their house for a Christmas Diner. After things got merry slipped away to explore this house I never have been in before.

The hall closet...nothing there. Upstairs I went. Hall closet...nothing there. I stopped. Was someone coming upstairs to use the bathroom? No, it was just everyone downstairs getting loud as the night went on. I had to get to the Master Bedroom of this house was a guest in.

Imagine finding a ten year old boy rummaging through your clothing! How obserd would this be? I had to press on. Deeper into the upstairs I went. Finally finding the Master Bed Room. I had to act fast! I was away from my Mum too long. I slowing opened the doors of their closet and I found it!

It was a lovely, long black, SBR coat! I quickly pulled it off the hanger and pushed it into my face. I got hard right off. I had to do it. I knew my under shirt would have to mop up the mess after I did my trick. All of my cloths come off in a second. I carefully opened the coat across their bed and climbed on to my heavenly, rubber ocean! Yes an ocean! The coat was huge compared to a ten year old young body. I was be side myself. I pressed this lovely rubber coat all over my face and body. It was so soft. The rubber was cool but was warming up to my humping. Then it happen, I exploded! Then I was perfectly still. I had cummed on a complete stranger's SBC coat, on their bed and my parents are downstairs having a Christmas Diner.

I am crazy. I am nutty. They will put me away. Then my instincts kick in. My undershirt is called into action: mop up the mess I just made. Quick, hang the lovely coat on the hanger in their closet. Arrange the other clothing so it looks likes nothing happened. Straighten the bed. Gather up all my clothing and gather up my clothing. Run to the upstairs bath room and close the door: I am safe, I can say I came up here because the downstairs bath room had my little brother in it.

I pull and my cloths and now I have a hug stop on the front of my undershirt. Well I have a button up shirt to cover that. I walk down stairs back to the party, back to normal. Why do I do this? I love humping rubber coats...

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Re: Sharing True Events

Post by ilikecoated » Yesterday, 7:09 pm

.... and you complain that they get stiff over time ...... ;)

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