Pensioners and Rainwear.
Posted: April 1st, 2018, 1:53 pm
(Non-fiction, recollections, plastic rainwear, M/M mention at the end, no sex)
This is a recollection, that I originally published in part on X Hamster a couple of years ago. Im no longer a member, preferring these days to use sites like this one. As Ive got older I seem to have been incapable of growing old gracefully.
When I was a young man, I lived out in the country in Cheshire. I have to add at this point, I had also been a devotee of the fetish magazines at the time in particular, Swish Publications Madames and World of Transvestism. I was also an avid reader of Search, Relate and Accord. The latter being my preferred reading. Im sure many on here will remember the pictures submitted by husbands of various lovely very mature ladies in rubber raincoats and aprons. Not forgetting of course the wonderful accompanying stories.
I had started to crossdress and loved the wonderful girdles and directoire knickers of that era. Stockings were seamed and tights had not yet made their entrance. It was also the era of the PVC Mac in all its varying styles, Maxi length, short and the more elegant style worn by the more mature matronly ladies. It was also the time of the plastic pakamac, with its reinforced buttons, and its companion the nylon mac, which use to rustle when worn. It was always a great thrill to watch ladies of the time wearing a see through plastic mac as their high heels clicked along the wet pavements. I can remember one such image from a long gone newspaper of a suitably attired lady with black plastic PVC Mac and Souwester modeling said items for a ladies magazine. I can also remember relieving myself many times day looking at that picture until it eventually fell to bits. You could say that the die was cast.
I always remember asking a girl out purely on the rainwear they were wearing at the time, to wrap one's arms around a youg lady wearing a plastic mac was such a thrill and to inhale the scent of the mac mingled with the young lady........ heavenly.
I digress, to earn extra money I use to garden for people. On one particular occasion I was approached by an elderly gentleman. He lived just outside the village, he was what some of the locals termed a poof. Such was the language of the day, thank God we have moved on. He was a lovely chap and a cultued sort. He had quite a large garden and parts of it were overgrown. I have to admit, and I had indulged in some liasions in a nearby town with some older gents, at various times, I was very attracted to him. He was small and slim and quite effeminate. I agreed to come to his house which was in the outskirts and have a look at what needed doing. He thanked me profusely and told me he would look forward to the visit. I have to admit to being quite excited about the thought. I told him I could go that evening, so after finishing my other job I cycled to his.
I was quite surprised when I got there to be admitted to the house by the gentleman who was wearing what were ladies slacks and a pastel coloured blouse, there was also a subtle hint although not obvious of makeup. I should add at this stage that I was wearing a cycling cape over my shorts and shirt as it was the height of summer and was pouring down. My new employer, was called George, who with a smile asked if I was fully dressed under my garb. I laughed and assured him I was, and after removing my cape stepped into the hall................
Well dear reader, I will leave it there and see what a reception this gets, and if popular I will bare my soul, over a wonderful experience which lasted for several years.
This is a recollection, that I originally published in part on X Hamster a couple of years ago. Im no longer a member, preferring these days to use sites like this one. As Ive got older I seem to have been incapable of growing old gracefully.
When I was a young man, I lived out in the country in Cheshire. I have to add at this point, I had also been a devotee of the fetish magazines at the time in particular, Swish Publications Madames and World of Transvestism. I was also an avid reader of Search, Relate and Accord. The latter being my preferred reading. Im sure many on here will remember the pictures submitted by husbands of various lovely very mature ladies in rubber raincoats and aprons. Not forgetting of course the wonderful accompanying stories.
I had started to crossdress and loved the wonderful girdles and directoire knickers of that era. Stockings were seamed and tights had not yet made their entrance. It was also the era of the PVC Mac in all its varying styles, Maxi length, short and the more elegant style worn by the more mature matronly ladies. It was also the time of the plastic pakamac, with its reinforced buttons, and its companion the nylon mac, which use to rustle when worn. It was always a great thrill to watch ladies of the time wearing a see through plastic mac as their high heels clicked along the wet pavements. I can remember one such image from a long gone newspaper of a suitably attired lady with black plastic PVC Mac and Souwester modeling said items for a ladies magazine. I can also remember relieving myself many times day looking at that picture until it eventually fell to bits. You could say that the die was cast.
I always remember asking a girl out purely on the rainwear they were wearing at the time, to wrap one's arms around a youg lady wearing a plastic mac was such a thrill and to inhale the scent of the mac mingled with the young lady........ heavenly.
I digress, to earn extra money I use to garden for people. On one particular occasion I was approached by an elderly gentleman. He lived just outside the village, he was what some of the locals termed a poof. Such was the language of the day, thank God we have moved on. He was a lovely chap and a cultued sort. He had quite a large garden and parts of it were overgrown. I have to admit, and I had indulged in some liasions in a nearby town with some older gents, at various times, I was very attracted to him. He was small and slim and quite effeminate. I agreed to come to his house which was in the outskirts and have a look at what needed doing. He thanked me profusely and told me he would look forward to the visit. I have to admit to being quite excited about the thought. I told him I could go that evening, so after finishing my other job I cycled to his.
I was quite surprised when I got there to be admitted to the house by the gentleman who was wearing what were ladies slacks and a pastel coloured blouse, there was also a subtle hint although not obvious of makeup. I should add at this stage that I was wearing a cycling cape over my shorts and shirt as it was the height of summer and was pouring down. My new employer, was called George, who with a smile asked if I was fully dressed under my garb. I laughed and assured him I was, and after removing my cape stepped into the hall................
Well dear reader, I will leave it there and see what a reception this gets, and if popular I will bare my soul, over a wonderful experience which lasted for several years.