My life in rainwear
Posted: November 6th, 2018, 12:02 pm
Being a newcomer to this site I thought I'd take the opportunity it gave me to relive my experiences with rainwear since I first discovered the joy of mackintoshes. My first memory of rainwear was when I was about 5 and I had to wear a shiny blue mackintosh which was lined with rubber. Paradoxically, given how my tastes would develop later, I did not like wearing this mac at all. It was only when I was about 12 that I discovered my love of macs. In those days many people wore those delightful pacamacs, and this was true of many of the boys and some of the masters at my secondary school. I soon became fascinated by these delightful garments and longed to have one of my own tom wear. However, I was to be frustrated in this as no matter how much I hinted I should have one my father never bought me one. Of course I could not be to insistent as I thought he would think it strange of me to be so keen to have one. To me they were much more than a raincoat, but objects of sexual arousal.
My daddy did have a grey plastic mac of his own, and as soon as I had the chance I had stripped off and had slipped on that delightfully soft plastic on to my naked skin. It felt wonderful, the cool plastic against my flesh, the way it floated around me as I moved about. Naturally it was not very long before the thrill of wearing that mackintosh caused me to have my first ever ejaculation. I had spread the mac out on my bed and as soon as I lay down on it I felt this spurt of sticky liquid gush from my erect penis on to the fabulous sensual plastic material. Of course I was now regularly masturbating, wearing daddy's mac whenever possible.
Shortly after this I also discovered the delights of cross dressing, and just like my discovery of rainwear fetishism, my transvestitism came to me completely naturally. They were both intrinsic parts of my character and of course it was doubly delightful when I could combine them. As well as daddy's pacamac, I also had a plastic raincoat which had belonged to my late mummy. Whereas daddy's was semi-transparent mummy's was a sport of pear grey textured one, belted and buttoned. Oh! what bliss when I was alone in the flat and could slip into that wonderfully swish garment!
Although I adored wearing a plastic mac, this was still a frustrating time for me. This was the 1960s which was something of a golden age for rainwear. Plastic macs were widely worn and now those lovely rustling nylon raincoats were becoming more popular. also, of course, this was when PVC became fashion able not only in raincoats but also in skirts and dresses. So there I was surrounded in the street, on T V, in newspapers and magazines by delightful mackintoshes of all sorts, but I could not buy them for myself. I had two sisters at home but neither of them possessed at that time any interesting rainwear. Also I was living in Richmond at that time, home to that wonderful rainwear shop, Weather Vain, and every day going home from school I would have to pass the shop, and be tantilised by the sight of those marvelous garments displayed in their window. (I would more than make up for the frustration of this in later years, but more about that later.) Everywhere I would see plastic or nylon raincoats out of my reach. In the big stores like Woolworths they would have racks of mackintoshes on display, and occasionally, greatly daring I would let my fingers slide over the soft plastic as I passed. Then in other smaller shops often they would display neatly folded plastic or nylon macs on the floor in the windows, and I would steal a quick glance as I walked by. Then again you would often see a neatly folded plastic mac on the back shelf of a car parked in the street. And of course there were also mail order catalogues which would have lovely photos of models in various raincoats.
I shall finish for now but if anyone is interested in hearing more I shall continue with my saga and how I finally got to possess some mackintoshes of my own.
My daddy did have a grey plastic mac of his own, and as soon as I had the chance I had stripped off and had slipped on that delightfully soft plastic on to my naked skin. It felt wonderful, the cool plastic against my flesh, the way it floated around me as I moved about. Naturally it was not very long before the thrill of wearing that mackintosh caused me to have my first ever ejaculation. I had spread the mac out on my bed and as soon as I lay down on it I felt this spurt of sticky liquid gush from my erect penis on to the fabulous sensual plastic material. Of course I was now regularly masturbating, wearing daddy's mac whenever possible.
Shortly after this I also discovered the delights of cross dressing, and just like my discovery of rainwear fetishism, my transvestitism came to me completely naturally. They were both intrinsic parts of my character and of course it was doubly delightful when I could combine them. As well as daddy's pacamac, I also had a plastic raincoat which had belonged to my late mummy. Whereas daddy's was semi-transparent mummy's was a sport of pear grey textured one, belted and buttoned. Oh! what bliss when I was alone in the flat and could slip into that wonderfully swish garment!
Although I adored wearing a plastic mac, this was still a frustrating time for me. This was the 1960s which was something of a golden age for rainwear. Plastic macs were widely worn and now those lovely rustling nylon raincoats were becoming more popular. also, of course, this was when PVC became fashion able not only in raincoats but also in skirts and dresses. So there I was surrounded in the street, on T V, in newspapers and magazines by delightful mackintoshes of all sorts, but I could not buy them for myself. I had two sisters at home but neither of them possessed at that time any interesting rainwear. Also I was living in Richmond at that time, home to that wonderful rainwear shop, Weather Vain, and every day going home from school I would have to pass the shop, and be tantilised by the sight of those marvelous garments displayed in their window. (I would more than make up for the frustration of this in later years, but more about that later.) Everywhere I would see plastic or nylon raincoats out of my reach. In the big stores like Woolworths they would have racks of mackintoshes on display, and occasionally, greatly daring I would let my fingers slide over the soft plastic as I passed. Then in other smaller shops often they would display neatly folded plastic or nylon macs on the floor in the windows, and I would steal a quick glance as I walked by. Then again you would often see a neatly folded plastic mac on the back shelf of a car parked in the street. And of course there were also mail order catalogues which would have lovely photos of models in various raincoats.
I shall finish for now but if anyone is interested in hearing more I shall continue with my saga and how I finally got to possess some mackintoshes of my own.