Pensioners and Rainwear.

[veradk]

I had written a piece on this similar topic some years ago. I thought it was time to illuminate further. My original piece finished when I was about to start a gardening job, for an older gentleman, at his request. Locally he was George, but to me will always be Georgina............. .

I had just got to the house and divested myself of my oilskin cycle cape. I now have to confess too being at the age of eighteen, sexually active, very kinky and a huge admirer of the older gent and lady. I had known George for some time as a local, and had always been fascinated by him, and I may add very attracted to him. Nothing apart from general chat and passing the time of day chat had ever passed between us. I was now hoping that this was about to change. I did set out from the start to arouse him and see where things went from there.

I was wearing summer clothing under my cape, a pair of nylon shorts, rather tight I might add, and a sleeveless vest. George took my cape and placed it on a hook, he folded it very neatly, and took his time running his hands over it to get the wrinkles out. He gave me a cursory look up and down and we left the cottage and went into the garden, during this time, he was very chatty about the weather and the garden, there had been showers all morning, hence the cape. He was also very tactile, taking every opportunity to pat my bottom and touch my waist. We walked around the garden which did have a few wild spots, and into the orchard, which was quite over grown. Light rain had started and we took shelter under a tree. It didnt take long for my shorts to become rather wet and see through. George imediately suggested that we should make our way to a large greenhouse come potting shed. Once there George asked if I would like to leave and get changed, I told him I was fine, and would soon dry out. He pointed to a corner of the shed, where there were several heavy duty macs. I got one of the macs, and found that they were rubber, with button fastening, a caped shoulder, and a long back vent. It was a long coat which finished about a foot above my ankle. I put it on and George dusted me off, he told me it was perfect and would allow me to make a start on the garden. By this time I was very sweaty, and could smell the odour of the rubber combining with my perspiration. It smelled and felt wonderful.The heat from the rubber and the warm damp day made my face begin to flush. George then tightened the belt, and took his leave. I went out into the garden, hot, sweaty and with a huge erection, thankfully the mac was flared at the bottom.

I made a start and was soon making headway, scything through the grass in the orchard. The rain had now stopped but I didnt remove the mac, the feeling I had was quite euphoric as it clung to me. I heard George call and I headed for the cottage, he told me to hang up the mac and come in for some tea. After several hours in the mac, I was perspiring heavily and overwhelmed by the rubber odours, my shorts and vest had taken on a transparent look, that could not be disguised................. .

If anyone would like to hear more, please leave a comment.

[rubberdee]

I'd certainly like to hear more, please. I don't usually read the stories on here but this one has my attention

[barber1952]

Yes would like to hear some more!!!!

[hotwilly]

Very good starter for ten !
Please continue

[cammacg]

This is a definite plea for more.

[jane mackintosh]

Yes more.

[mrbassman101]

Please Sir , can I have some more !

[wetrainwear]

A definite yes please.

[veradk]

There will be more later in the week. Thank you for the comments.

[rubberraincoat]

Mmmmmm. . . . hot, sweaty rubber odor ! More please !!!!