First date - in rainwear

[Rukkafan]

The autumn sky hung low and grey over the local park, and a fine, dense drizzle made the air feel almost tangible. Markus stood at the intersection of the gravel paths, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. A black Hai boot splashed into a puddle. He looked down at his dark blue Rukka rain jacket and matching trousers.
Markus was a practical man by nature who usually calculated the relationship between good weather and sensible clothing quite mechanically. But Laura's messages had been so heavily underlined, practically pleading, that Markus had given in. *”Wear your rainsuit, okay? Otherwise you'll get completely soaked,”* Laura had written. It had felt like a bit of an exaggeration for a short walk, but Markus had decided to be flexible.
Then he saw Laura walking between the tree trunks. Markus couldn't help but smile. Laura was femininely petite, and the bright red Rukka rain suit made her look almost cartoonishly sweet. She was also wearing yellow Hai boots.
"The weather favors the brave, or at least us water sports enthusiasts," Markus said as Laura stepped up to him. His voice carried his usual dry humor.
Laura smiled shyly, her cheeks slightly flushed from the rain—or perhaps something else. "Hi. Great that you... put these on. I was a bit worried you'd think I was crazy."
"Well, I have a habit of preparing for crises," Markus noted, starting to walk by Laura's side. "And admittedly, this suit has its own mechanical sense of security. The climate can't catch you off guard."
They walked for a long time, chatting about this and that. Laura talked about her work, and Markus listened, fascinated. There was a wonderful sympathy and genuine emotional intelligence in Laura that made Markus's own, sometimes slightly rigid shell soften. The steady rustle and creak of the rainwear in sync with their footsteps formed its own, oddly soothing background noise. The drizzle condensed into droplets on Laura's red shoulder, and Markus found himself watching the shine of the material more than he would have thought.
Eventually, the rain began to pick up, and Markus suggested moving to his apartment, which was only a couple of blocks away.
The warmth of the hallway hit their faces. The air was filled with the scent of rain evaporating from wet surfaces. Markus snapped the lights on and began to undo the snaps of his jacket.
Laura spun into the hallway with her backpack on. She glanced around and stopped by the open wardrobe. Her eyes widened. Displayed there was something that made her breath catch: a *Farmerrain* rain suit. It was thick, soft, and made of heavy rubber—overalls and a jacket that Markus had bought for future fishing trips but had left completely unused. A similar suit had been on Laura's secret wish list for years.
Laura swallowed, gathered all her courage, and turned to Markus. Her voice trembled slightly, but her eyes held absolute determination.
"Markus... you have these here," Laura said softly, pointing at the Farmerrain. Then she lowered her backpack to the floor and opened it. "I have another suit with me here. Yellow Rukka overalls and a jacket. And these..." She pulled out yellow, child-sized mud mittens, which nevertheless fit her small hands surprisingly loosely.
Markus looked into the backpack and then at Laura, his brows slightly furrowed. "Okay? You're clearly prepared for any weather shift."
Laura took a step closer. Her gaze was exposed, full of vulnerability and a longing for acceptance that disarmed Markus.
"I'd like to try something with you. Something that feels... really good. But it requires a bit of letting go."
"What kind of letting go?" Markus asked, his inner skeptic rising, though curiosity awakened at the same time.
"I'd like us to wear these together. Double-layered," Laura said, the words coming quickly, as if she feared losing her nerve. "First, the first layer inside-out. So that the soft rubber is right against the skin, with no other clothes underneath. And then the second layer over it, the right way around. It creates this... perfect feeling. Like you're in your own world."
Markus stared at Laura. His business-brain tried to process the logic. *Rainwear inside-out? Naked?* It sounded absurd, almost comical. But seeing the deep passion and the faint shadow of shame in Laura's eyes, Markus felt something break inside him. He had promised to be open.
"Well," Markus said, a small, lopsided smile appearing on his lips. "If we're so afraid of getting wet, let's do it properly. Let's go to different rooms to change, so there isn't too much pressure right from the start."
Markus retreated to the bedroom. He stripped down until he was completely naked. He took his dark blue Rukka jacket and turned it inside out. When he slid his arm into the sleeve, the sensation was electric. The material wasn't cold; it was smooth, dense, and immediately clung to his body's own warmth. As he pulled the jacket on and snapped the buttons shut, the feeling was oddly secure. His skin couldn't breathe; instead, an intense, private microclimate formed inside the suit within seconds.
He was just reaching for the heavy, thick rubber Farmerrain overalls on the chair when the bedroom door cracked open.
Laura stepped in. She had put on her own layers "almost out of habit" incredibly fast. Underneath was the red Rukka inside-out, on top was the bright yellow jacket, and over that, the yellow overalls. On her hands, she wore those yellow mud mittens, gleaming in the room's light. She looked completely encapsulated, shiny, and incredibly erotic.
"I came to help," Laura said softly. The material of the mud mittens rustled gently as she walked over to Markus.
Laura took the heavy, thick rubber Farmerrain trousers. She held them open, and Markus stepped into them. As Laura pulled the thick, high-quality rubber up over Markus's thighs and hips, Markus froze. The weight of the material, its soft yet unyielding friction against the inside-out Rukka, created an incredible pressure.
And then it happened. Completely without warning, defying all logical control, Markus felt blood rush to his groin. He got a powerful, hard erection that pressed tightly against the thick rubber.
"Oh... sorry," Markus said, his voice failing him. He felt a wave of panic. This was a first date, and he was standing here in a rubber suit, completely at the mercy of his desire. "This is a bit... I don't know what's happening."
Laura didn't flinch. The calmness and the gentleness of a woman combined as she rested her mud-mittened hands on Markus's broad, bare shoulders, where she was just lifting the straps of the overalls.
"It's completely okay, Markus," Laura whispered, her eyes shining with acceptance and relief. "It's part of this. The rubber... it awakens the body. Don't fight it."
Laura helped pull the Farmerrain jacket over Markus and snapped it up calmly, one button at a time. Each snap felt like a tiny vibration through Markus's body. He was completely packaged. The thick, fragrant rubber enveloped him, and beneath it, the inside-out Rukka embraced his skin like a second, more sensitive hide.
They moved to the living room sofa. Sitting down generated a deep, creaking sound as the heavy rubber and PVC surfaces rubbed against each other.
Laura took the lead. She guided Markus's hands, which were still bare, along her own yellow sleeve. "Feel this," Laura said. Markus stroked her smooth surface. It was incredibly soft, yet so insulating. When they touched, they didn't feel the warmth of skin directly, but rather its reflection through the suit. It made every touch conscious, weighty, and intensely charged.
After a moment, Markus stood up. "I'll go adjust these straps in the hallway, they're pressing a bit weirdly," he said, his voice still a little hoarse with excitement.
In the hallway, he adjusted the heavy straps of the Farmerrain. Meanwhile, Laura had risen from the sofa and was exploring the apartment's shelves out of curiosity. When Markus returned to the room, he stopped at the door.
Laura stood there holding the full-face respirator mask, which Markus had bought for renovations at the summer cabin. It had been left in its box, shiny and pristine.
"Oh, sorry!" Laura startled, flushing inside her suit. "I... I didn't mean to pry. It just caught my eye."
Markus looked at the mask and then at Laura, standing there in her yellow glory. His dark humor and newly awakened sense of adventure took over.
"You know what?" Markus said half-jokingly. "Since we're already going down this route, why not go all the way? Do you want to try it on?"
Laura's eyes literally melted with excitement. She nodded eagerly. "Yes. Do you want to put it on me?"
Since Laura's hands were a bit clumsy in the mud mittens, Markus stepped close. He took the mask, placed it over Laura's face, and pulled the rubber fastening straps over the back of her head. The thick rubber seal of the mask molded tightly against Laura's soft face, isolating her into her own island.
"How does it feel?" Markus asked.
Laura's voice sounded altered through the mask, slightly metallic and muffled. "This is... exciting. Breathing is a bit heavier."
Laura pulled both hoods of her rainwear over her head, covering the mask's straps completely, leaving only the large glass visor visible and her shimmering eyes behind it. Markus chuckled, took the filter, and twisted it into place at the front of the mask with a click.
"All right," Markus said softly. "Now the breathing is really going to get heavy."
*Suh... puh... suh... puh...*
Laura's breathing turned into a rhythmic, heavy rushing sound as the air had to pass through the filter. It was an incredible sound. Laura walked in front of the hallway mirror, looked at herself—red, yellow, and black rubber, a large visor—and did a small, playful spin. She seemed to have experienced some kind of complete liberation. All shame was gone.
Laura returned to the living room sofa and sat down completely casually, with no intention of taking the mask off. Markus followed her and let out a short laugh, but a completely new respect and desire burned in his eyes.
"You are quite a sight," Markus said, sitting down beside her.
"I feel completely safe," Laura said from behind the visor, her breathing rushing steadily. "The outside world is out there somewhere. It would be lovely to walk in the woods like this. At least the mosquitoes couldn't bite."
Markus smiled and stroked Laura's hood. The barrier created by the thick rubber and the mask didn't feel like distance; instead, it highlighted how intensely they were present in that exact moment, insulated from all the rest of the world.
"What if we went down to the lakeshore for a bit?" Markus suggested after a moment, feeling a need to test this new state of being in its element. "But you'll probably have to take that mask off for public places."
Laura nodded slowly and clearly reluctantly. Markus helped loosen the straps, and when the mask came off, Laura's face was warm, slightly damp, and beautifully flushed.
"Can I take it with me in my backpack?" Laura asked, looking at Markus imploringly. "Just in case?"
"I suppose one can transport renovation gear," Markus said with a wink.
They stepped out back into the stairwell and out into the yard. But when they reached the front door, Markus stopped. The rain had suddenly stopped completely. The cloud cover was parting, and the bright afternoon light hit them. A few dog walkers and pedestrians could be seen in the park.
There they stood: Markus in his heavy, shiny Farmerrain and Laura in her bright yellow-and-red Rukka layers, her yellow mud mittens on her hands. In the dry, bright air, the rustle and sheen of the suits felt magnified. They stood out from everything else.
Markus's heart beat fiercely. It was a mix of fear, excitement, and pure, primal arousal. He looked at Laura, who gripped his rubber sleeve with her mud mitten, ready to face the world's gaze in their shared secret.
Markus straightened his back, let the thick rubber creak, and stepped forward. He had never felt so alive.

[Nylon macs]

Very nice fantasy story. Thank you for sharing

[yellowgirl]

can’t wait for next chapter

[Quark]

thanks for sharing the wonderful story!