What is your most formative memory?

[WealdenMac]

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

One of the drawbacks to being the youngest child was that there were no other siblings needing towelling nappies and plastic pants after I was finished with them. We were, however, in and out of our friends' houses a lot so it was always a pleasure to see, and "accidentally" brush up against, a mum or sister's plastic mac.

[Maurpurainwear]

This story took place while I was cycling to the secondary technical school.

One day I had to cycle to school later.
It was a crisp morning and the sun was already bright, so the temperature was starting to become pleasant.
This school was in the city from where I lived, so I had to cycle about 15 kilometers. Normally, not much happens on the road, unless a farmer is working in the fields. Fellow students from my village were also studying elsewhere. But that day, something was different than usual, probably because I was cycling to school later.Yet, a woman I'd normally never seen was cycling ahead of me.
What made her stand out was that she was wearing a particularly striking coat. She was cycling a little slower than I was, giving me time to assess what kind of coat she was wearing. Just as I was assessing this, my little penis began to grow in my pants. This woman was wearing a long, shiny raincoat, which, in this day and age, was called a polyurethane patent raincoat.
She cycled at her own pace, and as I passed her, her coat whipped towards me in the wind.
Because I had already taken off my thin summer coat earlier on my route, I now felt how soft and smooth it was. Her coat glided along my bare upper arm because I was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt. Meanwhile, my now-large penis felt quite stiff in my pants and enjoyed this unexpected touch. But while cycling, I felt guilty about touching her jacket.
I wanted to apologize, so I slowed down a bit so she could pass me.
When she passed me again, I nodded good morning to her, and she said good morning to me in return.
She was cycling in front of me again, and I sped up a bit so I could cycle next to her. I told her I felt guilty about having touched her coat.
During this conversation, her coat kept whipping towards me. She hadn't buttoned her long coat, so the wind was blowing it around freely.
She told me she didn't notice this happening. As we continued cycling, we started talking, and I started to feel quite warm from the constant contact of her coat with me. Not that I minded. But sometimes I actually felt like I was going to have an orgasm. This coat she was wearing was so wonderfully smooth and soft that every now and then I didn't enjoy it anymore. I had to have a conversation with her and restrain myself from having an orgasm.
Later, we cycled on a narrow bike path in a different direction than before, and now her coat was blowing straight towards me. Much more so than on the previous stretch of road.
But the feeling remained with me, that I found it a pleasure to touch her coat. Yet, we continued talking, and she didn't give me the impression she felt me ​​touching her coat; by now, I was doing it more. As we continued down the road, I became increasingly aroused, struggling to carry on a conversation.
She told me she wanted to turn right at the next traffic light, and we thanked each other for our pleasant conversation.
But just before the traffic light, I was overcome by her smooth coat, now touching me with several gusts of wind, and suddenly had an orgasm. I shouted out loud, "I've come!"
Then I had an orgasm unlike any I'd ever experienced and cycled through the red light.

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[Gerlid]

Have quite a lot of memories from the time when my girlfriend and I was sailing. In those days we both had thin nylon rainwear on when sailing, very much as windbreakers and to stay dry when water sprayed from the sea. And if it was heavy weather, we had heavy PVC rainwear.

Looked back on pictures from that time and they sent me back in time, hard to chose a specific memorie, so I take a couple.


First when were preparing our boat for summer. First cleaning, then polish and waxing. We both had our nylon rainwear on when were cleaning the boat and we both got compleatly soaked. My girlfriend in her blue shiny nylon rainwear was so sexy when all wet. Really love to have that picture after all those years, still turns me on.

Second memorie is from a boat trip, one of those days with absolutely no wind but the wind from boatspeed. The diesel working and we were making about 6 knots, max when the engine was on.
Quite boring on flat sea and my girlfriend was at helm, we both in our nylon rainwear as usual. She was standing up in the cockpit with the helm between her legs, knee high, just maintaining a straight course.
When I got up from the cabin, I placed myself behind her and started to rub her shoulders. After a couple of minutes she asked me to rub other parts as well. So I rubbed her arms and then wrapped my arms around her and started to rub her belly. So nice to feel her in her smoth and soft rainwear and I started to rub her tits, so soft really floating in her jacket. It took just seconds and then her nippels got hard and stiff and she just wanted more. And I was quite excited too and pressed myself to her from the back. What a feeling, we two close together in our nylon rainwear and me playing with here body. We had a lot of fun that evening on a small island.

[Nylon macs]

Mmm lovely memories

[Taurus]

I don’t really have one single formative rainwear memory, but I do have fond memories of my childhood in the 1980s and 1990s. My feelings for rainwear and smooth fabrics started quite early. I remember that when I was about five years old I got a hand me down orange PVC raincoat from my older brother. It was an orange raincoat with silver-colored snap buttons, made of stiff, rubbery PVC with a cotton lining. I really liked the feel of the smooth material, also because it reminded me of the inflatable rings around our small children’s pool that we sometimes had in the garden during the summer. Because of that, I sometimes fantasized about an inflatable version of those raincoats. Later I got another coat like that in orange but in a larger size, and when I had grown a bit more I received a similar coat in yellow also as a hand me down from my brother.

As a child I never really understood why I liked those kinds of coats so much. I still remember that when I was ten, during a school camp, a girl I was good friends with had a full rain suit made of orange PVC with cotton lining. When we went out in the evening with a small group, I told her that I could easily recognize her in the dark because of the smooth material of her rainsuit. By that time I had been given a yellow nylon rain suit with a rubber lining, like the well-known Agu ones but from the brand Peugeot. In those days you also saw a lot of Agu rain suits and imitations with the white rubber lining, although I never had one of those. They came in many different colors, but dark red and dark blue were the ones you saw most often.

When I reached puberty in the 1990s, I often looked with interest at women wearing black shiny vinyl coats, which were popular at the time. I was curious what it would feel like to wear such a coat myself, and I sometimes fantasized about being a girl for one day, just so I could try one on in a shop.

At the beginning of 1992 I went on a school exchange with our partner city Iserlohn in Germany, and I remember seeing a girl at the school there several times who was wearing a shiny red vinyl coat. A few months later the same group came to the Netherlands (unfortunately not that girl), and I also remember that at a swimming pool I stared a bit too long at a girl with a red rain suit. She waved back. Oops…

A few years later I had a crush on the sister of my best friend, and I visited their house quite often. She slept in the attic, and I remember that there was a yellow/blue reversible Friesennerz raincoat hanging there. I regularly went cycling with him, and once we got caught in a heavy rainstorm with thunder. On the next bike ride he took the yellow raincoat with him and said I could wear it if it started raining. Being as stubborn as I was at the time, I said it wouldn’t be necessary. It didn’t rain that day anyway, so I never wore the coat. Looking back, if I had asked, I probably could have tried it on—and then I would have had a perfectly legitimate chance to wear the raincoat of the girl I had a crush on at the time. Unfortunately, nothing ever happened between me and her.

In the meantime, through Vinted I managed to find a yellow PVC raincoat that looks very much like the one I had as a child, but in an adult size. In a thriftstore I found a classic Agu rainsuit and for the shiny pvc macs, that fantasy has also come true: I now own a few myself

[Nylon macs]

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

Mmm sounds wonderful. I love to bath and shower in rainwear. It feels amazing getting it all nice and wet on the body

[Andyf08]

My first memory of rainwear was as a young child. Back in the 70's strapped into a pushchair and having a bright red raincover put over me. It went over me and head into the elastic hood. It was then done up with a long black zip which done up tightly under my chin. The hood had a big peak on it which I hated. The cover was a really rustly material. As far as I can remember this cover was put over me alot. As being a very small child I fitted into the pushchair until I was 9 years old and was embarrassing.
Later in life a raincover returned. When I was married I had an accident in which I broke my ankle, dislocated shoulder and broke a wrist.
When I was given a day to be realised from hospital ex was told to get a wheelchair. So borrowed one from the local red Cross, they gave her chest straps, ankle straps to hold me in because if I slipped I could not push myself back in. The other thing they gave her was a long raincover. Again a long zip up the front to my chin and a attached hood that tied under my chin.
When she collected me it was a cloudy day. In hospital they helped me into the chair done the straps up. Ex then proceeded to put the raincover over me. I asked why she done that. Apparently she was told it was quite difficult to put on in a hurry and was much easier to have it already on and done up. Each time we went out I had it on. Did feel embarrassed and humiliated but Secretly loved it.