"Women, they're so weird." - Part I

[ConductiveKid243]

It was a wet, dark- yet somewhat relaxing autumn morning in Surrey. Many scurrying people passed the house of Eric Jones, creating various noises with their rubber boots hitting puddles and their swishing nylon jackets moving easily with water stained upon them. Eric continued to sit sleepily on his lovely, modern leather sofa, feet tucked up on a rather lovely fur-coated pillow and the fire-place beside the television crackling with life. Eric was a tall, well-built man with quite an angelic face; he had casual brown hair, and a pair of rather curious green eyes. He took a look at the clock on the table beside the sofa, arching a brow as he noticed the time. "She's late again- how long does it take to buy some food from town?" He asked himself, seeming to be either very tired, or very hungry! He then sat up to pick up the television-remote, flicking the channels uneasily before suddenly- a 'ring-ring' could be heard, it was the phone. "Gah.." He uttered, picking himself up to fetch his phone from the study- as he approached it, he saw that it was Helen, his current girlfriend. Picking up the phone, he pressed the answer button to hear Helen's calm, loving voice- "Darling, sorry for being so long.. I had to pick the food up from Westwood Shopping Co' due to the weather shutting off deliveries to Tesco- before you start to moan, you should know I picked up a few suprises in town," and then before Eric could answer, she had hung up. Blinking at the phone, he put it down on the study-table, arching his brow again curiously. "What bloody suprises in town?" He asked himself out-loud before heading back into the living-room.. As he tucked himself back up to watch the next episode of 'Only Fools And Horses', he silently dozed off..

A few hours later, he awoke to hear the door open- the rain still bashing the concreted floors outside of their rather lovely house. He stood up, still in his bed-wear clothing. "Darling, where are you?" Helen shouted, from the front-door. Eric stretched off, "Living room darling," he answered. He could hear the very distinctive 'swishes' of a nylon coat, wet from a harsh shower. He turned to her, seeing her to be nice and wet in a rather girly pink millets pac-a-mac. Teasingly, she put the bags down and wiped her breasts, the wet nylon shaping them out easily. "What.." He uttered, feeling an erection coming. She winked; Helen was loving, tall, and had a very good figure- striking blonde hair and a beautiful face. "I knew you had a fetish, you dog," she said, a smirk on her lips. Eric's mouth dropped in shock, "What?! I don't, honestly!" He exclaimed, trying to push his erection down embaressingly. Helen nodded, clearly not believing it. "Oh, I believe you." She picked up the shopping and walked out of the room into the kitchen. Eric flipped around onto the sofa, putting the blanket over his lap to prevent the erection being seen by Helen if she happened to walk back in. It had been a while now, and it seemed as if it was forgotten- however, just over twenty minutes later, Helen walked in- seemingly naked- only wearing the pink nylon pac-a-mac; still wet, she smirked- carrying a plastic bag in a hand. "Look, love- you fell asleep last week in your cagoule.. It was wet, and you had some- how should we say, 'white stuff' on it. You don't need to lie, we all have fetishes.. I love you more then anything, so just accept the fetish," she nodded, smiling warmly. Eric flinched, again- not expecting this; he couldn't hide the erection anymore, it was too obvious. "Alright, alright.. I have a fetish to them, happy?" He sarcastically asked, kind of low in a feeling of defeat. Helen nodded, putting the bag on the table. Eric eyed it, "What's in there, love?" He asked curiously. "Well.. After seeing how pleased you were after your little 'fun' by yourself and your little coat, I decided that the best way for us to have sex and make love was by using your fetish, and since I have none, I decided to go out and buy some pac-a-macs that I thought looked alright," Helen then opened up the plastic bag, revealing a few k-way styled pac-a-macs; a red one, a navy blue one and finally a floral one. Eric shrugged lightly before smirking intently. "Which one do you want me to wear?" He asked- Helen shrugged before nodding with an idea, "Floral one." She said. Eric winced, didn't want to wear that one, obviously- but, at the idea of Helen and himself both wearing k-way pac-a-macs in bed, pleasing themselves for hours possibly, he decided not to argue. Throwing off his clothes, he quickly put on the floral pac-a-mac and picked Helen up on his left-shoulder, carrying her to the corridor-bedroom, using his foot to sweep the door closed on entrance.

As you walked outside the house, for the next few hours- you could hear not only nylon 'swishes' and rubber boots in puddles, but also the occasional pants of pleasure and 'swishes' of nylon against sweat.

Stay tuned for part II, people-
give me your reviews and ideas for it.
Lou.

[Fender]

really an electric story

cool that a part 2 is to come

[hotwilly]

Nice story - hope P2 comes along - all wet & sexy

[Ilovecagoules]

Unfortunately partners I've had haven't been quite so understanding. My current partner - we've been together nearly 8 years - has indulged me once but has categorically stated she won't do it again! Good on you Helen, lucky boy Eric!
P.S. the navy or the red one sound much nicer than the floral one lol!