The Rainwear Store

[Regntoy_93]

This is my first erotic novel ever. I'm more intrigued by the build-up before the sex scenes in erotic novels, so this novel is only build-up, there is no actual sex scene. Hope you like it!

With trembling knees, I enter the newly opened store with clothes for fishing and construction work. Except for the salesperson behind the desk, there is nobody in the store. I have been passing by the store several times this week, but never had the courage to enter. I fumble around in the small shop, looking at all the clothes on the wall, pretending I am “just looking”. But the only thing I’m interested in, is the section with industrial rainwear. While I pretend to be interested in a red flannel shirt, I peek at the woman behind the desk, who suspiciously stares back at me. Immediately I turn my eyes away, back at the flannel shirt. She is strongly built, with large, tattooed arms. Arms which belong to a construction worker, not a salesperson. Perhaps she works on a boat, alternating between the fishing and the sales business? While I study the size on one of the flannel shirts, I imagine her on a fishing boat in the middle of the North Sea. She wears an illuminatingly bright orange pvc rainwear. With thick rubber gloves covering her strong hands, she pulls the fishing nets onboard. The rain pours over her coat and dungarees, and the wet pvc material glistens in the shine of the industrial light on deck.

I wonder what she thinks about me. She probably wonders why I have come to this store. My skinny body and small arms reveal that I neither work on a boat, nor as a construction worker. What is a wimp like that doing in a store like this? she probably thinks. I would rather leave the store, avoiding the whole situation. Finally, I put myself together and regain courage to enter the rainwear section. I can feel the smell of new pvc in my nostrils. Although the store is rather small, there is a large selection of rainwear, everything from Helly Hansen, Aalesund oljeklede and Guy Cotten, items you can’t find other places. Raincoats and trousers in bright yellow and orange fabric hanging neatly besides one another. I want to feel the fabric, but I don’t have the courage when the woman is watching. Without turning my head, I peek at her, and discover that she finally has turned her attention away, reading a magazine. I use the opportunity to feel the fabric of one of the raincoats. The slippery, stiff, thick, but also soft fabric against my fingers makes my hair stand on my body. I let my hand slide up and down the sleeve of the coat, enjoying the soft swishy sound with closes eyes.

“Do you need help?” asks the salesperson, as she suddenly is standing behind me. I jump and turn around. “Er… yes… no…” is the only thing I manage to say. She is taller than I expected, and the strong arms are crossed in front of her chest. She looks interrogatingly and slightly annoyed at me. “Doe to prevention of infection we request you not to touch the items. Didn’t you see the sign?” she asks rather strictly and points at a large sign at the entrance, impossible to overlook as you enter. “Er, no, sorry” I mumble. “So, you are interested in our rainwear collection? Which occasion, fishing, sailing or agricultural?” What am I supposed to say now? I can’t just say: Oh, I’m just going to use it indoors! The only thing I manage to answer is “private, casual...” staring at the floor, feeling my forehead turning warm and sweaty. As I look at her again, I see that she is gazing at my crotch. I look down and see the huge bulge between my legs of my slightly too slim jeans. I can feel my stomach turning inside out. What do I do now? How do I explain myself out of this? Her facial expression changes to an intrigued and mocking grin. “Oh, so you are very interested in the rainwear?” she says, mockingly. “You want to try it on?” I’m so embarrassed I wish I was dead, at the same time there is nothing in the world I would rather do, than trying the rainwear. I nod faintly, staring at the floor again.

“Let’s find something in extra small” she says and finds a bright yellow Guy Cotten raincoat. She shakes is rigorously, making the thick pvc fabric produce loud wavy noise. Before I even have time to respond, she pulls the coat on me, popping the buttons on, one by one. For each button she pushes harder, crating pain in my chest as the last buttons are pushed in. She pulls the hood decisively over my head, and with a rigorous tug, she tightens the string and ties a double loop. The wonderful feeling of being wrapped into the thick fabric is flowing through my body like electro waves. “We need some trousers as well” she grins and finds a pair of orange bib pants, also Guy Cotten. She grabs my arm decisively, pulling me onto a chair. I try to resist, but her strong arm are impossible to fight. She grabs my leg and force it through the trouser leg. After she had done the same to my other leg, she forces me to stand up, pulling the trousers up as far as it goes, until it hurts in my balls. He pulls the straps over the coat and buckles them, making loud clicks. “There is something missing” she wonders, looking around in the small shop. “Aha!” she says, looking at the sou’westers hanging on the wall. She takes an orange sou’wester down and pulls it over my already tightly hooded head, tightening the strings.

“There we go! Now you’re looking fabulous!” she laughs mockingly, pulling me in front of a mirror. I look ridiculous. The colours of the rainwear are almost blindingly bright. The fluorescently orange bib pants on the outside of the yellow raincoat makes me look bulky, and the sou’wester tied over the hood makes me look like a kindergarten child. What if someone enters the store now? Worst possible, what if someone I know sees me like this! The embarrassment makes me dizzy. The impenetrable pvc fabric also makes me start sweating intensely. She is standing behind me, holding a tight grip around both of my arm, making it impossible for me to move, as we both stare onto the mirror of my pathetic appearance. “From now on you will be my rainwear slut, is that clear?” she whispers into my ear. I don’t know what to answer. My body feels numb. As we both stare at me in the mirror, I can see the reflection of me nodding its head. “Good, then it’s settled!” she says, loosening the grip. She slowly strokes my arms up and down, making swishy noises. Tenderly, she pulls me towards her, holding me close to her, kissing me light on my cheek. We stand like this for a while, until we both breathe slowly, but heavily. Suddenly, she says: “Now it’s time to close.” She tightens the grip around my arms again, pulling me decisively towards the entrance door. Before I could react, she has pushed me out the door, locking it behind me. I’m left outside in the crowded street in industrial rainwear from head to toe, as the warm summer sun is shining, and the sky is blue.

[hotwilly]

Interesting fantasy

[cyclecape]

sounds great i wish someone would do that to me.