Come Rain, Come Shine Parts XIV, and XV

[blackmacjay]

Part XIV

Before their dinner date, Kate had showered first. While David was in the bathroom she took the Playtex girdle from the dresser and could not resist stroking the rubber against her cheek, noting the rubbery scent. She then sat on the bed and applied powder to her lower body remembering Stephanie’s advice. She put her feet inside the girdle and drew it slowly up to her knees. Then she stood and began to draw it up slowly, wiggling her hips as she went. It wasn’t easy but in a minute or so she was successful. Kate ran her fingers over her thighs and her behind noting with pleasure the feel of the taut rubber over her body. She attached dark stockings to the garters, checked her reflection in the mirror and liked what she saw.

Hearing David about to emerge from the bathroom, she hurriedly put on a half-slip but as her black cocktail dress had only very narrow spaghetti straps, a regular bra wouldn’t work and she had forgotten her strapless one. She stepped into the dress and as David came into the bedroom she turned and asked him to close the zipper. David bent and did so but he could not resist running his tongue up her spine. Kate shivered with pleasure both actual and anticipated.

She chose black high heels and went into the bathroom to complete her makeup. When she and David were ready to go, she chose her crimson rubberized polyester mac partly because they were going to the restaurant by cab, but mainly because she wanted to enjoy the feel of the cool smooth rubber lining over her bare arms, back and shoulders. She fastened all the buttons, tightened the belt and did a twirl in front of the mirror feeling the rubber lining of the mackintosh’s skirt rustling around her stockinged legs

The dinner was superb, the wine spectacular and Kate was floating. David paid the bill and retrieved both their macs and hailed a cab. It arrived and they ran to it.

During the ride, Kate flung her arms around David and said. “I would like one more drink, a dance and then bed. David escorted Kate into the bar where a trio was playing.

They found a table and he ordered two drinks. In the meantime, David took both their macs to the room and returned to the lounge. After sipping half their drinks the band went into a late evening set. David rose, bowed and asked Kate to join the other couples on the dance floor. “I love to smooch,” whispered Kate.

Now, more couples had decided to dance and David felt able to let his hand move down from Kate’s back to her lower spine. Kate moaned expectantly while David investigated even further. “Since when,” he asked, “Did you start wearing a girdle?”

She giggled and wriggled closer, “Since I got a Playtex, latex, rubber, open-bottom, no knickers girdle and I want to sit on your face."

David could not pay his bill fast enough and they headed toward the elevator. David had thrown their macs onto their bed. Kate pulled down the zipper of her dress, stepped out of it and her slip and slid her arms into David’s single texture rubber mac and closed its buttons.

“Hey, not fair,” he said, “I was going to wear that.”

Kate pointed to her shiny white rubber mac and said, “It’ll fit, just don’t fasten the buttons and then come and lay down.”

David drew on the mackintosh and lay on the bed. Kate kissed him and then moved so that she was kneeling over his face. David pulled aside the hem of the mac and was overwhelmed by the sight of Kate framed by the rubber girdle and her garters. The aroma from the girdle and the mac she was wearing made his senses swim as he put his hands behind Kate and stroked her rubber-covered hips. He drew her to him and with the tip of his tongue caressed her clitoris. Kate moaned with pleasure and put her hands on the shiny rubber mac covering David’s chest and began to rock back and forth at an increasing pace.

She shuddered as an orgasm swept over her and then she moved down the bed and mounted David. She bent forward and kissed him, tasting a heady mixture of herself, David and rubber. She moved from the kneeling position to a squat and mounted him again so that she was impaled on him deeper than she’d ever felt. Again with her hands on his chest she began to rock, maximizing clitoral contact. She sensed that David was close as she felt him grow and stiffen even more within her. A minute later, he exploded and she followed him crying out with pleasure and fulfillment. She collapsed on his rubbered chest and lay there allowing waves of post-coital satisfaction to wash over her.

As their breathing subsided, Kate raised herself up and took off David’s mac and helped him remove the shiny white rubber. They slid under the covers but Kate wanted to keep her rubber girdle on for a little while longer and that was how she fell asleep.



Part XV

Both had slept better than the previous night although Kate had woken around 2:00am and visited the bathroom where she slipped off her latex girdle and stockings and laid them on the dresser. While Kate was rubbing the sleep from her eyes David returned from the bathroom and glanced at the clock. “Just time,” he said, “for five more minutes and then I’ll go shower.” He picked up the Playtex girdle just had Kate had done placed it against his cheek and inhaled the scent now enhanced by that of Kate.

Kate watched him quizzically, “I know that look,” she said, “Are you thinking the same as me?”

“Which is?” asked David.

“Well,” Kate replied, “We’re obviously both turned on by the girdle but what about other rubber lingerie items like bras and I could always wear something really new like rubber bloomers or better yet rubber French knickers. They would be better if I wanted to wear them for a longer time, as they would let air circulate and be cooler. And, how about a rubber garter belt for me and rubber briefs or boxer shorts for you?”

“I seem to have created a latex and rubber monster,” grinned David, “But believe me I love every minute of it.”

Later that morning they were due to pick up their rental car and check out of the hotel to begin their driving tour but as they were finishing a late breakfast, Kate realized that their plans would not bring them back to this neighborhood at the end of the trip.

“David”, she asked, “we need to check out that rainwear store, ‘Mactastic’ if it’s open.

They left their bags at the Bell Desk and went out into the street. British weather had brought yet another surprise as there was a stiff, very cold breeze blowing. Shivering, the two hurried the short distance to the store and entered. Stepping inside, the aroma that greeted them was very familiar and very welcome. There was another couple looking around already and Kate realized it was the Jessica from Houston they’d met on the river trip.

“Hello again,” said Kate, “So what do think you would like?”

“Oh hi!” replied Jessica and she introduced her husband, Dave.

Jessica explained that they were totally confused so Kate took them on a tour of the store explaining single and double textures, SBR, rubberized satin, rubberized polyester, rubberized silk and so on.

And then, she went on, there are all kinds of styles such as trench coats, A-line garments, short macs at mini length, knee length, mid calf, floor length and of course capes. “Would you like some advice?” asked Kate.

“Oh yes please” replied Jessica.

Kate went to a rack and took a red rubberized satin mac, helped Jessica into it, fastened the buttons and adjusted the belt so the skirt of the mac flared out over her hips.

“How does that feel?” she asked. Jessica ran her hands down the sides of her breasts to her waist and stroked the material.

“It feels wonderful and it’s so feminine,” she turned to her husband to ask his opinion but he was simply staring almost open-mouthed. “I do like it,” said Jessica” but I’d really like a hood.”

The middle-aged lady who seemed to be the storeowner said that she had the same garment with a hood in the stockroom and went to get it. Meanwhile, Jessica was standing in front of her husband while he stroked the satin of the sleeves releasing the wonderful sensual whispering rustle which only rubberized satin has. Jessica tried on the other mac and drew the large hood over her hair and felt the cool smoothness of the rubber lining against her cheek. “Thank you!” she said to Kate and nudged her husband to produce his credit card.

She declined to have the mac put in a bag and the last Kate saw of them they were walking with their arms round the other’s waist completely oblivious to anything except each other.

While this had been going on, David had been looking round the store and was trying on a traditional British rubberized riding mac complete with leg straps. Kate thought that he looked like an authentic English country gentleman and said so. The storeowner produced a very similar one in Kate’s size in a slightly lighter shade. She tried it on, liked it and remembered the downpour from a couple of days earlier. So she asked the owner who was making out the bill about rubber boots.

“Well, we don’t stock boots at all, but are you looking for riding boots or something more fashionable.”

Kate explained that she would really prefer the latter, up to the knee with a heel. The lady looked up an index file and wrote an address and telephone number on the back of their bill.

David looked at it and asked where “The Bootery” was located and realized it would mean a detour of only about 20 miles off the motorway later that afternoon.

Like Jessica, Kate and David declined a bag for their purchases and left the store wearing their riding macs and were immediately grateful as the wind had whipped up as they headed for their rental car.

[Bill_P]

Like a pimp says to his ho's, "keep 'em coming!"

[capuchelatex69]

A very delightful story. Nice work. I hope you'll go on during a while!!! Thank you so much.