What is your most formative memory?

[Cherie]

Of all the real world encounters with rainwear, which one stands out most in your memory as being either central to your love of rainwear, or just a very strong image?

I couldn’t sleep tonight, so I decided to walk back through my life and try to see if I could decide which was my favourite memory.

In school there was a girl who wore a shiny blue nylon jacket virtually every day and often in class, not just outside. I was of course deeply in love with her, not just because of her jacket, but because she was really pretty. I was an ugly spud of a kid, so she was way out of my league so I never told her. The jacket was just dark blue with no strips, although the cuffs and hem were a lighter shade and the zip was white. Seeing her in the shiny nylon made me come to love those particular jackets, but now I prefer plastic, and years later when jelly jackets appeared in the 80’s my favourite outfit was sealed to this day… a see through PVC jacket with zip, matching trousers, with elasticated cuffs, ankles, waist and hem. Think plastic tracksuit.

Cherie x

[Rainworshipper]

It is difficult for me to pin my liking for shiny rainwear down to a particular occasion, I think that I liked seeing people wearing it almost as far back as I can remember. there seemed to be something distinctive and out of the ordinary about it. You can perhaps imagine my delight at the age of about 5 I was given a royal blue PVC coat to wear, but at that age I was not allowed to wear it out in heavy rain, which made me feel a bit cheated. After a few years I outgrew it and I did not have any shiny rainwear for a few years, when I was about 10 I was given a cagoule/overtrousers combination in thin nylon with a shiny backing, at first I did not think much of it, but I soon found I liked wearing it next to the skin, when I got to the age of puberty I found that girls who wore cagoules were even more attractive than those who did not wear clothing like this. I also liked wearing the thin Bri-nylon shorts which were so common back in the late 70's and 80's.

[Cagoule]

There is a photograph of me aged maybe 3 years old wearing a shiny royal blue nylon all in one hooded rainsuit (like the modern Peter Storm or Regatta puddle suits). Of course, I don't consciously remember that but maybe it is where my fetish started (if we believe the psychologists)? A feeling of comfort perhaps?

I am not aware exactly at what age I have first proper memories (few adults can remember anything that happened to them before the age of 3 or 4) and therefore it is difficult to pinpoint an actual age when I became aware of an interest in nylon anoraks/cagoules. I guess I must have been around seven years old and remember an absolute fascination with my new green quilted nylon hooded anorak. I remember the feeling of the anorak (the fabric) and the swishy noise it made. It was different to my previous one (and many of the time) in that the nylon was more crispy/swishy. It made a wonderful noise that I absolutely loved as well as the feel of the fabric.

[furryhood]

I guess I must have been around seven years old and remember an absolute fascination with my new green quilted nylon hooded anorak. I remember the feeling of the anorak (the fabric) and the swishy noise it made. It was different to my previous one (and many of the time) in that the nylon was more crispy/swishy. It made a wonderful noise that I absolutely loved as well as the feel of the fabric.

Oh yes! The diamond quilted hooded anoraks of the early sixties! Without a doubt my mother is to blame for my lifelong love for anything shiny and hooded! My older sisters outgrown shiny brown hooded diamond quilted anorak was forced apon me at an early age. I hated it. Even more when made to wear its hood up. I can distinctly remember how lovely and soft and smooth it felt, I maintained the charade of disliking wearing it, but secretly loved it. My mother would make me wear it all day indoors and out if I really played up. Guess who played up a lot! I inherited my sisters blue diamond quilted one next, by which time I was probably eight or nine. This was my favourite. The outer shell was very shiny, with the attached hood, which was lined in a soft thick fleecy fur. I literally lived in it! I think by then my mother thought me weird (she of course was right) so she invested in a shiny dark blue vinyl hooded mac from the army/navy store. And that opened up yet another can of worms! Thanks mum!!!

[Cherie]

I was thinking of memories of rainwear later on, rather than experiences at a very young age. Plastic and nylon rainwear did not figure in my childhood at all that I recall, but plastic baby pants and plastic bed sheets did, which I regularly exposed to as a bed wetter. I’m getting the feeling that the soft shiny material was a comfort and formed the basis of my life long love of plastic on bare skin. I do remember when I was very young waiting until I was alone and fondling the pile of plastic pants in the airing cupboard and the warm smell of drying linen mixed with the vinyl of the pants was a lovely aroma.

Cherie x

[Rainworshipper]

I was thinking of memories of rainwear later on, rather than experiences at a very young age. Plastic and nylon rainwear did not figure in my childhood at all that I recall, but plastic baby pants and plastic bed sheets did, which I regularly exposed to as a bed wetter. I’m getting the feeling that the soft shiny material was a comfort and formed the basis of my life long love of plastic on bare skin. I do remember when I was very young waiting until I was alone and fondling the pile of plastic pants in the airing cupboard and the warm smell of drying linen mixed with the vinyl of the pants was a lovely aroma.

Cherie x

I have quite a lot of memories from later on,( I'm sure that most of us on here have a lot of similar memories) but I do not have one that particularly stands out from my formative years. I think that in my case the liking was there from an early age, and it grew larger in my consciousness as time went on.
My most enduring memories are probably from my late teens and twenties when shiny rainwear was worn much more frequently than now.

[yellowgirl]

well for me it was when I was dating my girlfriend now wife when I was in the shower and she came in wearing a transparent poncho and when the water hit her her tits formed and I got wet she said I should try it so I did and my tits hugged me more and just to say we didn’t shower but has wonderful sex

[Cherie]

well for me it was when I was dating my girlfriend now wife when I was in the shower and she came in wearing a transparent poncho and when the water hit her her tits formed and I got wet she said I should try it so I did and my tits hugged me more and just to say we didn’t shower but has wonderful sex

Let’s just stop for a second and think about “I was in the shower and [my wife] came in wearing a transparent poncho”.

Cherie x

[WealdenMac]

I was thinking of memories of rainwear later on, rather than experiences at a very young age. Plastic and nylon rainwear did not figure in my childhood at all that I recall, but plastic baby pants and plastic bed sheets did, which I regularly exposed to as a bed wetter. I’m getting the feeling that the soft shiny material was a comfort and formed the basis of my life long love of plastic on bare skin. I do remember when I was very young waiting until I was alone and fondling the pile of plastic pants in the airing cupboard and the warm smell of drying linen mixed with the vinyl of the pants was a lovely aroma.

Cherie x

I can readily relate to all of that but, once the plastic pants and rubber sheet had been left behind (at last, as I am sure my mother and aunts whispered to each other), there were plenty of other everyday items to hand, principally family plastic macs and aprons, which I could use for continuing pleasure.

[Cherie]

I can readily relate to all of that but, once the plastic pants and rubber sheet had been left behind (at last, as I am sure my mother and aunts whispered to each other), there were plenty of other everyday items to hand, principally family plastic macs and aprons, which I could use for continuing pleasure.

We didn’t have any plastic items once the baby pants and sheets were gone. I spent many years with nothing to hand and had to get my kicks looking at ladies in rainwear or seeing things on TV now and again. The odd plastic shower curtain, clothes bags, shower caps turned up but never in our own house. I did go to play at a friends house where they has a long green plastic mac hanging in the hallways which I expect belonged to his sister, but I never saw her wear it.

Cherie x