Her new soul mate.....(if you like shiny macs! N.E)
Posted: July 29th, 2025, 11:11 am
She was sitting on my wall. No big deal, really. But her rather shiny, red, hooded mac she was wearing, was most distracting. Especially to me! After ten minutes, she was still there. It had started to rain so the bright red macs hood was now up. I had to ask! I gently opened the front door, 'excuse me, are you ok?' A hand lifted to the affirmative. I made the few steps down the short path to the gate, 'are you sure, can I get you anything?' The hood half turned, I saw half her pretty face, one watery eye, tear stained very sad. 'Whats the matter? Can I help?' She shook her head, and looked down into her lap. 'It cant be that bad. I cant leave you sitting here in the rain. At least come and stand in my porch' I offered. She looked back up, shifting her hood sideways. Her tear stained face was red and blotchy. She grimaced, "thank you", slid off the wall and followed me into my small porch. 'Would you like a coffee, tea?'
"A glass of water will be fine". She slowly tipped down her hood. She was lovely. Her dark hair was a mess, she'd been crying a lot, but her blue eyes were smiling tearfully. "You're very kind."
I fetched the glass. She was now standing in my hallway, front door now shut, "sorry, I was letting all the heat out, thankyou." I gave her the glass. She sipped. "You must think I'm a real grizzle guts, my boyfriend dumped me outside here, we had a big row". She started to cry again, sobbing. 'I dont know how I can help,' she put her face to my chest, "I need a cuddle". She wrapped herself around me, a complete stranger, I slowly reciprocated. The first touch of that soft shiny vinyl was exquisite. Warm, smooth, she seemed to almost shudder at my touch, I let go, "no, please, I need it". She squeezed me closer. I gently hugged her again, stroking the lovely vinyl, it was almost surreal. Upstairs in my
bedroom were dozens and dozens of similar hooded anoraks and macs, bizarre!
We sat in my kitchen sipping coffee. She, Kate, seemed she wanted to talk, I had nothing better to do, and its not every day I am entertaining a pretty lady wearing an amazing mac!
'Where do you live?'
"I dont know now. He told me to collect my stuff and eff off. Kicked me out of his car and here I am. My bags at his house, along with my phone, my clothes and everything. I don't know what to do. Again she started crying."
'Let me help you". I gave her a tissue, squeezed her hand, "I cant resist a lovely looking damsel in distress, especially dressed in red!" I instantly regreted the last bit! Was it obvious?
"You like my mac? He hated it!"
'Why?'
"I dunno, I love this stuff. Thats one of the reasons he's dumped me".
'Can't understand why. You look lovely.' She smiled again. "You're very sweet. Look. Can you help me? I'll pay you for your time. Do you have a car?"
'Ive got a van'
"I need to get my stuff. He's gone down to his mates. He'll be gone for hours. Can you help me pick up my gear. Theres not that much. Please?"
How could I resist those pleading eyes.
'Of course. Finish your coffee and we'll go now. Is it far?'
'Only a few miles.'
We pulled up outside the old council house. I'd given her a roll of black bin sacks to put her stuff in.
'Do you need a hand?'
"No, Ill be fine."
She disappeared in for several minutes. Reappeared with a couple of full bags. Dumped them in the back of the van, "can you give me a hand", I wasn't sure, Kate grabbed my hand and pulled, "he wont be back for hours, it wont take long."
Some small bits of furniture, several more sacks of god knows what, finally "and everything in that wardrobe, just bag it up." I opened the doors. I couldn't believe my eyes. Dozens of shiny pvc, vinyl, pu macs, coats, anoraks and jackets hung there. Along with shelves and draws full of other shiny stuff. A few bits of 'normal' cottony bits, shoes and boots and a couple of large cardboard packing crates. 'Is all this stuff yours?'
"Yep. Just bag it all up." Amazing!
I couldn't, or didn't want to pass comment. Her collection of rainwear was almost as big as mine. Surely not? A female pvc fetish? Almost unheard of!
My transit van doors finally slammed shut. She dropped her key through the letterbox and almost skipped to the van.
As she climbed in, "good riddance to that twat. All he cared about was football, beer and his mates. Now I need to find somewhere to stay." She looked at me, smiled, leaned over, vinyl seductively crinkling and pecked me on the cheek. "Thanks so much for everything. The least I can do is buy you some lunch."
The pub a few miles away, we both knew. Lunch was great. We swapped basic life stories and seemed to gell well. Leaving the pub it was starting to rain. Up went her shiny red hood. I felt myself blush slightly, I was really starting to fancy her a lot. Kate was so lovely, bubbly and interesting, and her mac really wasn't helping my plight! She threaded her arm through mine, "you are such a nice bloke. Not many would have done what you've just done." The rain started to fall heavier. We ran to the van, "what you need is a lovely shiny mac like mine". I nearly choked.
We got into the van laughing.
Getting in I suggested 'lets go back to mine and see if we can get you sorted out'. She didn't object. My brain was going into overdrive.
Over yet another cup of coffee, I asked 'so what are you looking for? I'll help you if I can'.
"Just a room, a bedsit, somewhere I can sort myself out and store my stuff. Do you know anyone or somewhere?"
'Hmmmmm.... I might do. Come with me. I might have a short term solution, but dont get the wrong idea!' I gave her my best reassuring smile. She got up and followed. Still in her mac. She hadn't actually taken it off once! To my staircase. 'Go to the top of the stairs, second on the left. Go and have a look. Ill stay here.
"Why? I trust you!"
'Go on, just do it' and up she went. About a minute.
She called down, "Mike, please come up." I did. "are you offering me a room, here, with you?"
'If you want it.'
"I don't know what to say. I've only known you three hours!"
'You're making it sound like a proposal!' She laughed.
"Ok. You're on. One thing though, I think you may have spotted my slight love of pvc, can you live with that?"
I kicked my bedroom door open. Shiny black everywhere. 'Can you live with mine?' She walked slowly in.
"Wowwwww, you too? I think Ive just found my new soul mate!" She flung her arms round my neck and kissed me passionately.......
"A glass of water will be fine". She slowly tipped down her hood. She was lovely. Her dark hair was a mess, she'd been crying a lot, but her blue eyes were smiling tearfully. "You're very kind."
I fetched the glass. She was now standing in my hallway, front door now shut, "sorry, I was letting all the heat out, thankyou." I gave her the glass. She sipped. "You must think I'm a real grizzle guts, my boyfriend dumped me outside here, we had a big row". She started to cry again, sobbing. 'I dont know how I can help,' she put her face to my chest, "I need a cuddle". She wrapped herself around me, a complete stranger, I slowly reciprocated. The first touch of that soft shiny vinyl was exquisite. Warm, smooth, she seemed to almost shudder at my touch, I let go, "no, please, I need it". She squeezed me closer. I gently hugged her again, stroking the lovely vinyl, it was almost surreal. Upstairs in my
bedroom were dozens and dozens of similar hooded anoraks and macs, bizarre!
We sat in my kitchen sipping coffee. She, Kate, seemed she wanted to talk, I had nothing better to do, and its not every day I am entertaining a pretty lady wearing an amazing mac!
'Where do you live?'
"I dont know now. He told me to collect my stuff and eff off. Kicked me out of his car and here I am. My bags at his house, along with my phone, my clothes and everything. I don't know what to do. Again she started crying."
'Let me help you". I gave her a tissue, squeezed her hand, "I cant resist a lovely looking damsel in distress, especially dressed in red!" I instantly regreted the last bit! Was it obvious?
"You like my mac? He hated it!"
'Why?'
"I dunno, I love this stuff. Thats one of the reasons he's dumped me".
'Can't understand why. You look lovely.' She smiled again. "You're very sweet. Look. Can you help me? I'll pay you for your time. Do you have a car?"
'Ive got a van'
"I need to get my stuff. He's gone down to his mates. He'll be gone for hours. Can you help me pick up my gear. Theres not that much. Please?"
How could I resist those pleading eyes.
'Of course. Finish your coffee and we'll go now. Is it far?'
'Only a few miles.'
We pulled up outside the old council house. I'd given her a roll of black bin sacks to put her stuff in.
'Do you need a hand?'
"No, Ill be fine."
She disappeared in for several minutes. Reappeared with a couple of full bags. Dumped them in the back of the van, "can you give me a hand", I wasn't sure, Kate grabbed my hand and pulled, "he wont be back for hours, it wont take long."
Some small bits of furniture, several more sacks of god knows what, finally "and everything in that wardrobe, just bag it up." I opened the doors. I couldn't believe my eyes. Dozens of shiny pvc, vinyl, pu macs, coats, anoraks and jackets hung there. Along with shelves and draws full of other shiny stuff. A few bits of 'normal' cottony bits, shoes and boots and a couple of large cardboard packing crates. 'Is all this stuff yours?'
"Yep. Just bag it all up." Amazing!
I couldn't, or didn't want to pass comment. Her collection of rainwear was almost as big as mine. Surely not? A female pvc fetish? Almost unheard of!
My transit van doors finally slammed shut. She dropped her key through the letterbox and almost skipped to the van.
As she climbed in, "good riddance to that twat. All he cared about was football, beer and his mates. Now I need to find somewhere to stay." She looked at me, smiled, leaned over, vinyl seductively crinkling and pecked me on the cheek. "Thanks so much for everything. The least I can do is buy you some lunch."
The pub a few miles away, we both knew. Lunch was great. We swapped basic life stories and seemed to gell well. Leaving the pub it was starting to rain. Up went her shiny red hood. I felt myself blush slightly, I was really starting to fancy her a lot. Kate was so lovely, bubbly and interesting, and her mac really wasn't helping my plight! She threaded her arm through mine, "you are such a nice bloke. Not many would have done what you've just done." The rain started to fall heavier. We ran to the van, "what you need is a lovely shiny mac like mine". I nearly choked.
We got into the van laughing.
Getting in I suggested 'lets go back to mine and see if we can get you sorted out'. She didn't object. My brain was going into overdrive.
Over yet another cup of coffee, I asked 'so what are you looking for? I'll help you if I can'.
"Just a room, a bedsit, somewhere I can sort myself out and store my stuff. Do you know anyone or somewhere?"
'Hmmmmm.... I might do. Come with me. I might have a short term solution, but dont get the wrong idea!' I gave her my best reassuring smile. She got up and followed. Still in her mac. She hadn't actually taken it off once! To my staircase. 'Go to the top of the stairs, second on the left. Go and have a look. Ill stay here.
"Why? I trust you!"
'Go on, just do it' and up she went. About a minute.
She called down, "Mike, please come up." I did. "are you offering me a room, here, with you?"
'If you want it.'
"I don't know what to say. I've only known you three hours!"
'You're making it sound like a proposal!' She laughed.
"Ok. You're on. One thing though, I think you may have spotted my slight love of pvc, can you live with that?"
I kicked my bedroom door open. Shiny black everywhere. 'Can you live with mine?' She walked slowly in.
"Wowwwww, you too? I think Ive just found my new soul mate!" She flung her arms round my neck and kissed me passionately.......
