Part 1… read comments below for next parts…
Dave rang the bell, his heart was pounding as he adjusted his tie and made sure the flowers looked nice. He had never met a girl so immediately likeable, especially one as attractive as Donna. A proper old fashioned woman who wore sensible clothes and did her hair up properly. He wasn’t surprised that she would make him wait a few moments on the doorstep - a lady’s prerogative.
The door clicked and opened slowly. It was Donna alright. His senses were thrown into confusion. She looked like a slut stood there totally naked except she was wearing a totally see through long plastic raincoat. He was shocked at what he saw but also that anyone venturing down the road at the time would have seen exactly what he was seeing, but luckily for her the avenue was empty.
She stood with her legs slightly crossed. Her modesty down below was thankfully obscured by the row of buttons, but there was no getting away from those big boobs and very sexy nipples on full display and pushing hard against the soft PVC material. He must have been staring a while, “well are you coming in or what?”, she said in a matter of fact way.
Dave’s Mum taught him that these were bad girls that he must avoid, and for a moment he considered leaving, but was somewhat mesmerised by the view and something naughty was stirring in his newly purchased trousers. He stepped in with equal measures excited and terrified.
He door clicked shut and Dave felt uneasy so close to a naked woman with just the thin plastic and a few centimetres of space between them. Where had the woman who seemed genuinely interested to discuss which was the best Star Trek series gone, he thought?
“Are those for me?”, she stretched out a hand towards the flowers, which Dave relinquished without a word but managed a weak smile.
“They’re lovely, such a gentleman, I’ll pop them in water now if you don’t mind”.
He was mesmerised by the sight of her naked body, especially her lovely rounded bum, as she walked towards the kitchen. The raincoat made a lovely swishy sort of crinkly noise as she moved.
“Such a shame about George”, she said as she stretched up to a cupboard to reach a vase. The plastic pulled tight across her chest and the whole view was very arousing and confusing to Dave.
“George?”
“Takei. Oh come on Dave I thought you knew everything, you know Sulu, he’s not very well”, her voice was light and chatty on a topic that threw him right back to last night’s meal in the restaurant, where he had admired her lovely white cotton blouse and sensible peach cardigan.
“Oh, yes, of course”, he replied but could not think of a single thing to say as he watched her smooth down the raincoat where it had become stuck under her gorgeous breasts after reaching up.
“So what do you think of Discovery? Innovative or untrue to Roddenbury’s vision”, she continued, “oh where are my manners, would you like tea?”
“Are you going to kill me?”, Dave blurted out.
She turned and gave a weak smile mixed with a dash of confusion, “what on earth are you talking about? It’s a simple question as to whether the seventh series is any good. Kill?”
“Well. Er, I watch crime programs and often the assassin will commit the act naked and with plastic sheets all around to make sure no forensic evidence gets on their clothes and make it easy to clean up the blood”, Dave wondered at his potentially foolhardy approach to confront the woman standing right next to the block of kitchen knives.
Donna turned and looked at him straight on, touching her naked body through the sexy raincoat for a couple of seconds by smoothing it down as if to say, “you mean this plastic?”
“Oh goodness no, I thought we might have some tea, do you like Earl Grey?”
The conflicting visual and auditory senses were driving Dave into such confusion right now, the mix of casual conversation against her unexplained nudity and frankly very sexy smooth plastic mackintosh did not compute in his logical mind. For a moment he fished to see if he could glean wisdom from any of Spock’s insights that he was proud to have memorised but none came to him that would fit the current situation.
He stood silent for a moment, but his eyes were transfixed to the gorgeous creature swishing about the kitchen as she busied herself with making tea.
“I put a few digestives out too”, she said as she held up the tray of bone china cups and tea pot sporting a knitted cosy like the one his Mum used. As Donna lifted the tray her large boobs briefly rested on its side and in that moment Dave nearly lost his mind and would cheerfully have knocked the tray away and buried his face right between her lovely breasts, wondering how they would feel through their vinyl covering. His manhood was not behaving as it should do in polite company and he struggled to make sure the girl didn’t notice.
In the living room they sat on the large grey leather sofa next to each other. Donna kept her legs together as a proper lady should, and the buttoned front of her mac concealed her pussy from view, though right now Dave would have loved just a naughty glimpse since she seemed very happy that everything else was on full display.
They sat quite close and Dave was starting to feel aroused by the crackling sound that the plastic raincoat made as Donna moved. Finally he had gathered his thoughts into what he deemed a sensible question, “I must ask why you are not wearing any clothes and what is with the raincoat?”
Donna took a sip of tea before answering in a very matter of fact way, “I’m a naturist, I feel most comfortable without clothes on, I am a member of a local group where we get together and throw off the shackles of clothing. There is something very liberating about not hiding under fashion”.
Donna (explicit from part six onwards… you have been warned)
Donna (explicit from part six onwards… you have been warned)
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Re: Donna (naughty but not explicit)
wow can’t wait till next chapter and after reading this both my wife and I put on our clear long raincoats with nothing underneath and had some coffee and a cigarette
Re: Donna (naughty but not explicit)
Part 2…
Donna stood in the bathroom looking at herself in the lovely floral Laura Ashley dress and purple cardigan. She was so looking forward to seeing Dave again; he was such a kind gentleman and very innocent, not at all like other men she knew. But something wasn’t right. She slowly undressed and carefully folded her clothes and placed them on the bathroom stool before turning and going in to the bedroom. There she opened the big doors to the heavy oak wardrobe to reveal her real self, the rail of PVC, leather, some latex and her favourite plastic outfits. Her hand brushed over the macs, catsuits, leggings and other assorted fetish wear before landing on her favourite clear plastic raincoat. She unhooked the hanger and slipped it on, getting a zing of pleasure from the cool, smooth and shiny material. There was a perfectly good mirror inside the wardrobe door, but she choose to close it and go back to the bathroom, just because she wanted the savour the delicious feeling of the plastic moving over her naked body as she walked. The long mirror revealed her rounded body that maybe had a few curves where she would rather they were a little less curvy, but overall she was comfortable in her own skin and definitely comfortable in her own plastic mackintosh.
The doorbell went. “Fuck!”, she thought, “I’ve totally lost track of time”.
She stared briefly at the pristine pile of sensible clothes and in that wild and frankly stupid moment, ignored them and found herself going downstairs almost as if her body were driving her before her brain could object.
She paused a moment, “you stupid bitch, this is definitely going to scupper your chances with this man”, she thought, but she was fed up dating nerdy guys who were sweet and lovely and to whom she felt attracted, only to have them run a mile when they found out about her true desires. This way she cut out all that emotional foreplay.
She opened the door and stood as confidently as she could given that she was exposing herself to goodness knows who, after all it might not have been Dave, it might have been her latest delivery from PVC-U-LIKE; the one with the clear plastic pants she’d always wanted to try.
It was Dave.
Her eyes darted to movement in the curtains of number 41 across the street as Mr.Childs got the trill of his day, assuming his 91 year old vision could see that far.
Donna was anxious to see the look in Dave’s eyes, which were of course total confusion, but thankfully he accepted the offer to come in and she closed the door behind him, relieved but also somewhat panicked as to what to do next.
“Tea”, she thought, “everything is better with tea”.
Donna stood in the bathroom looking at herself in the lovely floral Laura Ashley dress and purple cardigan. She was so looking forward to seeing Dave again; he was such a kind gentleman and very innocent, not at all like other men she knew. But something wasn’t right. She slowly undressed and carefully folded her clothes and placed them on the bathroom stool before turning and going in to the bedroom. There she opened the big doors to the heavy oak wardrobe to reveal her real self, the rail of PVC, leather, some latex and her favourite plastic outfits. Her hand brushed over the macs, catsuits, leggings and other assorted fetish wear before landing on her favourite clear plastic raincoat. She unhooked the hanger and slipped it on, getting a zing of pleasure from the cool, smooth and shiny material. There was a perfectly good mirror inside the wardrobe door, but she choose to close it and go back to the bathroom, just because she wanted the savour the delicious feeling of the plastic moving over her naked body as she walked. The long mirror revealed her rounded body that maybe had a few curves where she would rather they were a little less curvy, but overall she was comfortable in her own skin and definitely comfortable in her own plastic mackintosh.
The doorbell went. “Fuck!”, she thought, “I’ve totally lost track of time”.
She stared briefly at the pristine pile of sensible clothes and in that wild and frankly stupid moment, ignored them and found herself going downstairs almost as if her body were driving her before her brain could object.
She paused a moment, “you stupid bitch, this is definitely going to scupper your chances with this man”, she thought, but she was fed up dating nerdy guys who were sweet and lovely and to whom she felt attracted, only to have them run a mile when they found out about her true desires. This way she cut out all that emotional foreplay.
She opened the door and stood as confidently as she could given that she was exposing herself to goodness knows who, after all it might not have been Dave, it might have been her latest delivery from PVC-U-LIKE; the one with the clear plastic pants she’d always wanted to try.
It was Dave.
Her eyes darted to movement in the curtains of number 41 across the street as Mr.Childs got the trill of his day, assuming his 91 year old vision could see that far.
Donna was anxious to see the look in Dave’s eyes, which were of course total confusion, but thankfully he accepted the offer to come in and she closed the door behind him, relieved but also somewhat panicked as to what to do next.
“Tea”, she thought, “everything is better with tea”.
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Part 3
Donna carried the tray into the living room and sat on the big grey leather sofa. Dave went to sit in the matching arm chair, but she patted the leather next to herself as a signal to to sit there.
Dave was nervous as heck and felt embarrassed that the crinkly sound that the plastic mac was making as Donna bent over to serve tea was turning him on. That and the smell which reminded him of the inflatable pool toys they bought at the beach store all those years ago.
Much as he found Donna sexy as hell he was still concerned as to why she was wearing the raincoat indoors, and if she was a naturist that didn’t want to wear clothes, why was she wearing it?
She turned to hand the cup to him and in that moment afforded him a brief view between her legs as the raincoat slipped off her thigh. She recovered herself and took a sip from her own cup.
Dave often wondered what a real woman was like between her legs. He had seen some images on the Internet whilst his Mum was safely asleep in her bed, but the real world of sex had eluded him. Jemma was the closest he had come to losing his virginity and he always savoured the moment he was allowed to touch her small but lovely breasts. Donna’s were something else and her nipples were also bigger and made a very pleasant dimple in the vinyl of her raincoat.
Dave’s heart was pounding and he was feeling a little feint, after all, he had expected to be queuing at the Odeon to see the latest Spider-Man with Donna right now, but for once in his life he truly didn’t care about the money he would lose on those tickets.
Some men, it is said, fantasise about having a virgin. That had definitely become Donna’s thing which was a lot more attainable than the female equivalent, given the sort of guys that floated her boat. She wasn’t a dominatrix, far from it, but her fiery red hair and large chest had definitely attracted the wrong sort of attention and she was sick of it. At 19 she dared to go to a party wearing shiny PVC leggings which she thought were fashionable, but she ended up being groped all night and narrowly missed a very nasty encounter with two young leering men as she left. She loved those leggings but hated how her own private desires affected some men. She just wanted them to all fuck off and leave her in her own shiny world.
Stacey was different, mainly for not being a man. They had dated a while and she was such a breath of fresh air compared to the cavemen, and she certainly knew how to press a girl’s button, but the rainwear did nothing for her and admitted that her own shiny dark brown faux-leather jeans, that first caught Donna’s eye, were a misguided fashion statement.
“You should try naturism”, Donna blurted out, “it’s quite liberating”.
“I don’t know…”, Dave started to answer, but was cut off.
“In fact you can try it now, here, in the safety of my living room”.
Donna carried the tray into the living room and sat on the big grey leather sofa. Dave went to sit in the matching arm chair, but she patted the leather next to herself as a signal to to sit there.
Dave was nervous as heck and felt embarrassed that the crinkly sound that the plastic mac was making as Donna bent over to serve tea was turning him on. That and the smell which reminded him of the inflatable pool toys they bought at the beach store all those years ago.
Much as he found Donna sexy as hell he was still concerned as to why she was wearing the raincoat indoors, and if she was a naturist that didn’t want to wear clothes, why was she wearing it?
She turned to hand the cup to him and in that moment afforded him a brief view between her legs as the raincoat slipped off her thigh. She recovered herself and took a sip from her own cup.
Dave often wondered what a real woman was like between her legs. He had seen some images on the Internet whilst his Mum was safely asleep in her bed, but the real world of sex had eluded him. Jemma was the closest he had come to losing his virginity and he always savoured the moment he was allowed to touch her small but lovely breasts. Donna’s were something else and her nipples were also bigger and made a very pleasant dimple in the vinyl of her raincoat.
Dave’s heart was pounding and he was feeling a little feint, after all, he had expected to be queuing at the Odeon to see the latest Spider-Man with Donna right now, but for once in his life he truly didn’t care about the money he would lose on those tickets.
Some men, it is said, fantasise about having a virgin. That had definitely become Donna’s thing which was a lot more attainable than the female equivalent, given the sort of guys that floated her boat. She wasn’t a dominatrix, far from it, but her fiery red hair and large chest had definitely attracted the wrong sort of attention and she was sick of it. At 19 she dared to go to a party wearing shiny PVC leggings which she thought were fashionable, but she ended up being groped all night and narrowly missed a very nasty encounter with two young leering men as she left. She loved those leggings but hated how her own private desires affected some men. She just wanted them to all fuck off and leave her in her own shiny world.
Stacey was different, mainly for not being a man. They had dated a while and she was such a breath of fresh air compared to the cavemen, and she certainly knew how to press a girl’s button, but the rainwear did nothing for her and admitted that her own shiny dark brown faux-leather jeans, that first caught Donna’s eye, were a misguided fashion statement.
“You should try naturism”, Donna blurted out, “it’s quite liberating”.
“I don’t know…”, Dave started to answer, but was cut off.
“In fact you can try it now, here, in the safety of my living room”.
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Part 4
Donna put down her cup gently on the smoked glass coffee table and ushered Dave to stand.
He did it warily, concerned as to what comes next, and with no intention of stripping off.
His brain was processing information as follows…
They had been on two dates and sex was probably a long way off if at all based on previous experience.
She had explained her nudity, naturism is not a sexual thing.
She wanted him to try naturism, again not sexual.
The tea was not ideal as he preferred Tetley to Earl Grey, but certainly no indication that sex was on the cards.
Apart from the possible murder outcome this was just a nice meet up with a friend and exploration of her hobby of taking clothes off in public, which he could absolutely not understand,
Donna was, of course, no naturist, it was just an excuse.
She stood in front of him and started to undo his tie. He was visibly nervous, the tie thwacked off and was cast aside onto the sofa.
She was standing very close, he heard every squeak of the plastic, smelt a mixture of vinyl and Donna and really he hoped he was wrong about the sex thing.
She unbuttoned his shirt slowly, her hand accidentally rubbed his chest as she did so, well he suspected it was accidental.
Soon he was naked from the waist up and feeling vulnerable.
Next she tackled his belt, then his trouser button and fly. The front fell open and she gave them a helping hand to drop around his ankles.
Given that sex was definitely not on the agenda his manhood had clearly not received the memo as it strained on the front of his black boxers.
Donna did not react as it pinged into the fresh air as she slid his underwear down to join the trousers around his ankles.
If the girl considered Dave’s nudity as purely an expression of nature his dick was giving the game away and she gave it a playful squeeze, “someone looks happy to take their clothes off”, she knew full well what was driving the reaction but liked to tease.
“Would you and your friend”, she nodded down to Dave Junior, “like to come and explore the Zeta quadrant in my bedroom?”
As she stood in front of him, Dave noticed two little drops of water under the plastic, below he left boob, and realised that she was probably quite warm in her shiny raincoat.
Dave was powerless to resist as he stepped out of his discarded clothes and followed Donna, puppy like, out of the room. She swished and squeaked her way up the stairs with the vinyl material sticking to her warm body as she went.
He still had no clue as to why she was wearing the plastic mackintosh, but if as he was starting to suspect, he might soon lose his virginity, he really hoped she kept it on whilst it happened.
Donna put down her cup gently on the smoked glass coffee table and ushered Dave to stand.
He did it warily, concerned as to what comes next, and with no intention of stripping off.
His brain was processing information as follows…
They had been on two dates and sex was probably a long way off if at all based on previous experience.
She had explained her nudity, naturism is not a sexual thing.
She wanted him to try naturism, again not sexual.
The tea was not ideal as he preferred Tetley to Earl Grey, but certainly no indication that sex was on the cards.
Apart from the possible murder outcome this was just a nice meet up with a friend and exploration of her hobby of taking clothes off in public, which he could absolutely not understand,
Donna was, of course, no naturist, it was just an excuse.
She stood in front of him and started to undo his tie. He was visibly nervous, the tie thwacked off and was cast aside onto the sofa.
She was standing very close, he heard every squeak of the plastic, smelt a mixture of vinyl and Donna and really he hoped he was wrong about the sex thing.
She unbuttoned his shirt slowly, her hand accidentally rubbed his chest as she did so, well he suspected it was accidental.
Soon he was naked from the waist up and feeling vulnerable.
Next she tackled his belt, then his trouser button and fly. The front fell open and she gave them a helping hand to drop around his ankles.
Given that sex was definitely not on the agenda his manhood had clearly not received the memo as it strained on the front of his black boxers.
Donna did not react as it pinged into the fresh air as she slid his underwear down to join the trousers around his ankles.
If the girl considered Dave’s nudity as purely an expression of nature his dick was giving the game away and she gave it a playful squeeze, “someone looks happy to take their clothes off”, she knew full well what was driving the reaction but liked to tease.
“Would you and your friend”, she nodded down to Dave Junior, “like to come and explore the Zeta quadrant in my bedroom?”
As she stood in front of him, Dave noticed two little drops of water under the plastic, below he left boob, and realised that she was probably quite warm in her shiny raincoat.
Dave was powerless to resist as he stepped out of his discarded clothes and followed Donna, puppy like, out of the room. She swished and squeaked her way up the stairs with the vinyl material sticking to her warm body as she went.
He still had no clue as to why she was wearing the plastic mackintosh, but if as he was starting to suspect, he might soon lose his virginity, he really hoped she kept it on whilst it happened.
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Re: Completed: Donna (naughty but not explicit)
wow so far so exciting can’t wait for more
Re: Completed: Donna (naughty but not explicit)
I might have to take down the guardrails and go explicit if we are allowed to follow them into the bedroom! We’ll see…
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Part 5…
Dave wasn’t sure what to expect upstairs, maybe he was a tad disappointed when it just seemed like a normal bedroom. Double bed with floral duvet set, bedside tables, lamps with stylish shades. Large oak wardrobe that seemed a bit out of place, not light and airy but dark and slightly foreboding, especially in contrast to the rest of the room. The curtains were open and the last of the evening light streamed in. Donna clicked the main light on and closed the curtains, “what would sir like to wear for this evenings performance?”
Dave suddenly realised all his clothes were in an untidy mess in the living room, something that irked him, along with an unease at the distance needed to get them should some unforeseen circumstance require rapid dressing.
Donna opened the the big heavy doors, both simultaneously quite theatrically, “you get to choose from anything you desire, but the latex catsuit is off limits”, she said, “your choice, or you can go as nature intended, but my advice is to have a good browse and see if anything tickles your fancy”.
He was shocked at what he was looking at, but really appreciated the care with which the garments had been arranged carefully in sections.
Of course he needed to start on the left, anything else would just seem wrong, but repeated Donna’s warning when his hands touched the very first item, “rubber catsuit that I am not allowed to choose”.
Donna smiled, “much as I am enjoying our time together, I think we’d all die of old age waiting to try to squeeze you into it, and I don’t think there would be enough talc in all of Tesco to do the job”.
The latex section was dismissed fairly quickly, as was the section of faux leather leggings, jeans, skirts and jacket.
“Ah yes, my public outfits, very sexy to look at but just plain comfortable to wear”, Donna explained, “you are welcome to try something on if you like”, but little did he know that if he didn’t take her up on the offer at some point she was going to make him wear something, yes it was a power thing but also breaking down the taboo and, well, she just loved seeing men in shiny clothes, especially ones that made them feel embarrassed.
The next set of clothing confused Dave a lot, “these are like the cagoules we wore in school, what are they doing in amongst the other items”, he wanted to use the word fetish but wasn’t sure if that would offend.
“You’d be surprised what a lovely nylon rain jacket can do to spice up the old sex love, especially if you feel inside”, Donna said with a cheeky look on her face as she slid out a royal blue cagoule with white zip down the front and matching stripes on the arms, “see the lining is super smooth and rubbery, feels great against bare skin”.
Dave took off a red cagoule from its hanger because it reminded him of one he had at school, but this one was shinier and crackled as he slipped it onto his bare skin. Donna was right, the lining felt very good. Then he noticed a matching pair of trousers on the next hanger and looked at Donna, who gave a nod. Soon he was fully encased in slippery nylon and his cock was thoroughly enjoying being trapped under the rubbery lining.
“Do it up”, Donna insisted, there was something joyful in her voice, like a child on Christmas Morning.
The rain suit was a bit small but it felt sexy, and now he was covered, he felt less concerned about the whereabouts of his own clothes.
“See there’s more”, Donna insisted as she slid her hand over his nylon clad buttock and then down the waistband and gave his dick a gentle tug, “I think the fella is enjoying the try ons”.
Dave thought he was done, but apparently the next section of plastic items had to be investigated. He knew why Donna was wearing the raincoat now and any thoughts of being assassinated vanished.
He pulled the hangers back as if looking through a shop for a specific item in his size. He was unsure of these items, after all, it was only girls that ever wore PVC raincoats at his school, not really for men.
He was about to complete his journey through the delights of the wardrobe, hoping to stay in the red nylon cagoule and over trousers, but Donna lifted out a black shiny item from that last plastic section.
“Give this a try, I think you’ll like it”, she held it up to him, “just about your size”.
Reluctantly he slipped off the trousers and top and insisted on replacing neatly back in the wardrobe, which Donna appreciated.
Dave was nervous when he realised the vinyl top had no front opening and had to go over the head. The plastic smelt very strong as his head was trapped inside it whilst he struggled to get it over his head and to slide his arms in. Again it was a little tight. It was elasticated round the neck, wrists and waist, so he was totally trapped inside slippery PVC. It was a very shiny black on the outside with a slightly matte finish inside and the sleeves sported two horizontal coloured bands.
Donna pushed Dave gently on his plastic clad bare chest, but because his legs were right next to the bed, they folded and he fell on his back onto the floral duvet.
Donna knelt next to him, causing him to roll closer to her and his dick touched her plastic mac and immediately gave out a little pre-cum.
With her left hand, Donna produced another black plastic item which she flapped so that it unfolded. It was matching trousers. Just plastic, no lining and she told him to raise his legs a little.
She passed the elasticated waistband over his feet and began to work the other half of the sauna suit up. Dave felt strange as he wasn’t used to being dressed by someone else, especially not a woman, and especially not in plastic.
The trousers slid over his manhood and she tucked the elasticated waist under the waist of the top.
Dave wasn’t sure what to expect upstairs, maybe he was a tad disappointed when it just seemed like a normal bedroom. Double bed with floral duvet set, bedside tables, lamps with stylish shades. Large oak wardrobe that seemed a bit out of place, not light and airy but dark and slightly foreboding, especially in contrast to the rest of the room. The curtains were open and the last of the evening light streamed in. Donna clicked the main light on and closed the curtains, “what would sir like to wear for this evenings performance?”
Dave suddenly realised all his clothes were in an untidy mess in the living room, something that irked him, along with an unease at the distance needed to get them should some unforeseen circumstance require rapid dressing.
Donna opened the the big heavy doors, both simultaneously quite theatrically, “you get to choose from anything you desire, but the latex catsuit is off limits”, she said, “your choice, or you can go as nature intended, but my advice is to have a good browse and see if anything tickles your fancy”.
He was shocked at what he was looking at, but really appreciated the care with which the garments had been arranged carefully in sections.
Of course he needed to start on the left, anything else would just seem wrong, but repeated Donna’s warning when his hands touched the very first item, “rubber catsuit that I am not allowed to choose”.
Donna smiled, “much as I am enjoying our time together, I think we’d all die of old age waiting to try to squeeze you into it, and I don’t think there would be enough talc in all of Tesco to do the job”.
The latex section was dismissed fairly quickly, as was the section of faux leather leggings, jeans, skirts and jacket.
“Ah yes, my public outfits, very sexy to look at but just plain comfortable to wear”, Donna explained, “you are welcome to try something on if you like”, but little did he know that if he didn’t take her up on the offer at some point she was going to make him wear something, yes it was a power thing but also breaking down the taboo and, well, she just loved seeing men in shiny clothes, especially ones that made them feel embarrassed.
The next set of clothing confused Dave a lot, “these are like the cagoules we wore in school, what are they doing in amongst the other items”, he wanted to use the word fetish but wasn’t sure if that would offend.
“You’d be surprised what a lovely nylon rain jacket can do to spice up the old sex love, especially if you feel inside”, Donna said with a cheeky look on her face as she slid out a royal blue cagoule with white zip down the front and matching stripes on the arms, “see the lining is super smooth and rubbery, feels great against bare skin”.
Dave took off a red cagoule from its hanger because it reminded him of one he had at school, but this one was shinier and crackled as he slipped it onto his bare skin. Donna was right, the lining felt very good. Then he noticed a matching pair of trousers on the next hanger and looked at Donna, who gave a nod. Soon he was fully encased in slippery nylon and his cock was thoroughly enjoying being trapped under the rubbery lining.
“Do it up”, Donna insisted, there was something joyful in her voice, like a child on Christmas Morning.
The rain suit was a bit small but it felt sexy, and now he was covered, he felt less concerned about the whereabouts of his own clothes.
“See there’s more”, Donna insisted as she slid her hand over his nylon clad buttock and then down the waistband and gave his dick a gentle tug, “I think the fella is enjoying the try ons”.
Dave thought he was done, but apparently the next section of plastic items had to be investigated. He knew why Donna was wearing the raincoat now and any thoughts of being assassinated vanished.
He pulled the hangers back as if looking through a shop for a specific item in his size. He was unsure of these items, after all, it was only girls that ever wore PVC raincoats at his school, not really for men.
He was about to complete his journey through the delights of the wardrobe, hoping to stay in the red nylon cagoule and over trousers, but Donna lifted out a black shiny item from that last plastic section.
“Give this a try, I think you’ll like it”, she held it up to him, “just about your size”.
Reluctantly he slipped off the trousers and top and insisted on replacing neatly back in the wardrobe, which Donna appreciated.
Dave was nervous when he realised the vinyl top had no front opening and had to go over the head. The plastic smelt very strong as his head was trapped inside it whilst he struggled to get it over his head and to slide his arms in. Again it was a little tight. It was elasticated round the neck, wrists and waist, so he was totally trapped inside slippery PVC. It was a very shiny black on the outside with a slightly matte finish inside and the sleeves sported two horizontal coloured bands.
Donna pushed Dave gently on his plastic clad bare chest, but because his legs were right next to the bed, they folded and he fell on his back onto the floral duvet.
Donna knelt next to him, causing him to roll closer to her and his dick touched her plastic mac and immediately gave out a little pre-cum.
With her left hand, Donna produced another black plastic item which she flapped so that it unfolded. It was matching trousers. Just plastic, no lining and she told him to raise his legs a little.
She passed the elasticated waistband over his feet and began to work the other half of the sauna suit up. Dave felt strange as he wasn’t used to being dressed by someone else, especially not a woman, and especially not in plastic.
The trousers slid over his manhood and she tucked the elasticated waist under the waist of the top.
Re: Completed: Donna (naughty but not explicit)
Part 6… you might think this is explicit…
Dave was a bit disappointed that Donna had covered him entirely in PVC, but he did like the feeling and smell, and was starting to get warm and sticky.
But before he had time to protest, the girl was on top of him, sitting with her full weight on his chest and looking down the bed towards his feet. She had lifted her raincoat and planted her naked bottom on his PVC covered chest. She bent forward and pulled the waist of his jacket up and the one on his trousers down so that just his hard dick was released into fresh air where she played with it for a while, trying not to make Dave climax while enjoying being in charge. He did not resist.
The back of Donna’s mackintosh draped over Dave’s face and he found himself becoming more and more aroused.
Then the woman lifted herself, turned around, and slid his stiff cock inside, lowering her full body onto his pelvis and placed her hands on his PVC covered chest.
The sight of her huge boobs straining against the clear plastic was driving Dave mad and he desperately wanted to feel her skin on hers, despite being very happy to be trapped fully in vinyl.
He put his hands up and cupped her boobs through the vinyl, then he slipped a finger under the seam above a button and touched her bare skin. He proceeded to unbutton the mac until her chest was free and he could explore her breasts and nipples fully. It was all very hot and damp from being encased in clear vinyl for so long but he didn’t mind.
Sensing what he was trying to do, Donna put her hands behind his head and pulled herself down and him upwards until his face was planted right between her tits. He had to arch his back uncomfortably to keep his dick in her pussy and face in her chest at the same time.
He felt her pelvis moving rhythmically on him making his dick plunge in and out of her wet pussy and he managed to match the pace to exacerbate the feeling for the both of them.
Dave suddenly had the desire to be in control and tried to flip Donna so that he could be on top, but she resisted and kept him pinned down.
He was really enjoying what was happening but his logical mind felt that he should not be forced into losing his virginity like this, at the current rate he will not be able to stop himself losing his load inside Donna then he felt he will have officially been used which seemed wrong.
Donna was sure that Dave needed to be fucked, and to be honest est she wanted him badly, but on her terms, and so far he was holding out from coming very well.
Dave was a bit disappointed that Donna had covered him entirely in PVC, but he did like the feeling and smell, and was starting to get warm and sticky.
But before he had time to protest, the girl was on top of him, sitting with her full weight on his chest and looking down the bed towards his feet. She had lifted her raincoat and planted her naked bottom on his PVC covered chest. She bent forward and pulled the waist of his jacket up and the one on his trousers down so that just his hard dick was released into fresh air where she played with it for a while, trying not to make Dave climax while enjoying being in charge. He did not resist.
The back of Donna’s mackintosh draped over Dave’s face and he found himself becoming more and more aroused.
Then the woman lifted herself, turned around, and slid his stiff cock inside, lowering her full body onto his pelvis and placed her hands on his PVC covered chest.
The sight of her huge boobs straining against the clear plastic was driving Dave mad and he desperately wanted to feel her skin on hers, despite being very happy to be trapped fully in vinyl.
He put his hands up and cupped her boobs through the vinyl, then he slipped a finger under the seam above a button and touched her bare skin. He proceeded to unbutton the mac until her chest was free and he could explore her breasts and nipples fully. It was all very hot and damp from being encased in clear vinyl for so long but he didn’t mind.
Sensing what he was trying to do, Donna put her hands behind his head and pulled herself down and him upwards until his face was planted right between her tits. He had to arch his back uncomfortably to keep his dick in her pussy and face in her chest at the same time.
He felt her pelvis moving rhythmically on him making his dick plunge in and out of her wet pussy and he managed to match the pace to exacerbate the feeling for the both of them.
Dave suddenly had the desire to be in control and tried to flip Donna so that he could be on top, but she resisted and kept him pinned down.
He was really enjoying what was happening but his logical mind felt that he should not be forced into losing his virginity like this, at the current rate he will not be able to stop himself losing his load inside Donna then he felt he will have officially been used which seemed wrong.
Donna was sure that Dave needed to be fucked, and to be honest est she wanted him badly, but on her terms, and so far he was holding out from coming very well.