MY STORY

[rubbermackintosh]

I’ve never revealed much about myself on this site, but ‘HotWilly’ spotted that my tales in Stories were based around North Lincolnshire and displayed a knowledge of that area, so here’s why and how my love of rainwear developed.

First off, I am a woman. I was born in Burton upon Stather, about four miles from Scunthorpe, in 1973 and went to North Lindsey College, hence my knowledge of South Humberside.


I discovered the ‘power’ of rainwear in my teens when I used to wear a yellow oilskin/pvc cape on wet days going to and from the college on my bike. A number of boys used to fancy me and I noticed that they seemed to get closer to me when I had my cape on and a couple used to try to feel it and/or me through it. I didn’t discourage them.


Once I caught one of them having a not too discrete rub of his cock and I asked him to show me. He opened his zip fly and out popped a six inch long, erect prick. He carried on rubbing it and it didn’t take long for him to shoot cum over the front of my cape and I watched his spunk slowly slide down and drip off.


Word went round and on the next wet afternoon four lads cornered me by the bike racks. I had just put my cape and matching yellow sou’wester on ready to go home. All four wore capes similar to mine and clearly were in an aroused state. They pushed me up against a wall and asked if I wanted spunking. I felt under one cape and a stiff cock dropped into my hand. I started to rub it to a chorus of “Wank, Wank, Wank” from the four of them. To cut to the chase I ended up with four doses of cum over my cape with a couple of shots in my hair and five blasts in my face as well.


I used to play the field a bit and had a few ‘boyfriends’ in sixth form and went on the pill for safety. Soon after, I lost my virginity, wearing my hooded cape in Normanby Park on a day when it poured down. I initiated that fucking and I used to get really turned on by outdoor sex in the rain. I fucked in the park, on the Trent bank in view of passing boats and in the local woods. Within reason, I was anybody’s but it was all the better when both of us wore waterproofs. I even snogged some of the other girls in my class.


I went to Uni. in Sheffield 1992 and met a gorgeous guy, Marco. He was Spanish and his family lived on Gran Canaria. He was a good fuck too and I started to learn his language. In the summer vacation he invited me to his home. He lived on a fairly remote farm where his family grew vines and made about 5,000 bottles of white wine a year. They also grew coffee trees and made local coffee from sun-dried beans.


The farm was in a valley that faced south-west and when the trade winds blew it could get really wet. The winds came off the Atlantic and as the clouds rose up over the former volcano behind the farm they would drop their contents on the hillsides and water would pour down, first into catch pits to conserve it for the farm and, once they were full they would overflow down deep gullies to the valley below.


My first experience of Canarian rain came in my second week. It was sheeting down and you could hardly see 50 yards through it. Marco went to a cupboard by the farmhouse door and took out a black rubber mack, a pair of thigh boots and a sou’wester. “Put them on. We’ve got work to do” he told me as he reached for a matching set of waterproofs. The rubber clothes smelt amazing and I was turned on straight away.


“What Work?”


“We’ve got to get up to the storage tanks and make sure that the irrigation pipes are shut off so that we don’t waste any of this marvellous rain” Marco shouted at me.


The coat and boots were Marco’s Mum’s but they were a reasonable fit and we set off up the gullies towards the tanks. Muddy water was rushing down the gullies as we trudged upwards. It was quite a climb but we made it and turned off all the outflow taps. The tanks were close to full.


I felt something nudge me in the back. It was Marco’s erect cock.


“Duck or Fuck?” he said. “Fuck” I replied and he tipped me into the tank. “Sorry. I thought you said duck!”


He hauled me out and I grabbed for his cock. It was bigger than I had ever seen it before. I pulled open the flies of my jeans and he hoisted me up so that I impaled myself on his cock as I slid down his wet mack. My cunt went down until I came up against his balls. He turned and slipped just as the tank over-flowed and we landed in a muddy torrent in the gully. I rolled him and I over so that I sat on my stallion and rode him to a crashing climax. We keep rubber macks and boots handy and in good condition because no other sort of ‘waterproofs’ keep out the Atlantic storms. Welded seams are essential, anything else leaks.


Marco and I married in 2000 and I now live with him in the farmhouse. His dad died four years ago and Marco has inherited the farm. His mother has moved into an old cottage about a quarter of a mile away and we have two bambinos.


When the farm is busy it is all hands on deck, especially when it is time to harvest the vines but at other times there is not much for me to do so I write short stories to keep myself amused. Some of these can be found here in the ‘Stories’ section.


I wrote the Reads Island story one day. Marco read it and got an immediate hard-on so he got out the waterproofs and boots and we fucked on the kitchen table. He likes my fetish stories and I write them for him. He reads them often and I know to get the macks and boots out ready!


The Lady at The Paper Mill is a product of my story writing and so is the Read’s Island story. Both are fiction and in fact, if you look at Read’s Island on Google Maps you will see that, although the island exists, there is no house there.


However, I always write about something that I know a bit about and I have more fetish stories stored on my hard drive which I will gradually release to Rainwear Central for members’ delectation. The stories about Mary are part of my output.


I’ve been into PVC and Rubber ever since my teens and I consider myself a true fetishist. Marco and I play and fuck in both PVC and rubber often. He gets really turned on by my shiny black PVC mack with matching boots and rainhat. I treat him by wearing it to give him a wank on our hammock after the kids have gone to bed. Last night I did it and several shots of his cum went almost four feet in the air before landing across my mack. I got fucked for that half-an-hour later. Magic!

RUBBER MACKINTOSH


Cao

[sissy_sofi]

Thank you for that hot story. You are definitely living the fetishists dream.

[kulshan]

Great unabashed story. Thanks for sharing it.

[hotwilly]

Thanks for the history of your life
Always enjoy your stories , suspect extra spice added due to knowing the area you had your "early days" fun in
Suspect you are not the only person male or female to lose their virginity @ Normanby Hall - interestingly the ancestaral home of Samantha Cameron's family

[mrbassman101]

Thank you for all your postings on this site. Lovely to hear about you and your rubber rainwear.
I read all your stories and enjoyed them immensely, please post some more when the mood takes you.
I am sure they will be well received. The combination of sex and rubber rainwear is a subject I could never
tire of as I am of that age when I can remember rubber mackintoshes from the 50's 60's and 70's . Still a few
around in the 80's but I really wish rubberised rainwear would make a comeback. I am sure I am not alone in this.
Best Regards mrbassman101

[cagouligan]

Fantastic, thank you for sharing something so intimate with us all x

[Jenni]

Thank you for sharing this with us. You are privileged to enjoy wearing your rainwear in your lovely surroundings............you have an idyllic life on Gran Canaria.!!

[rubbermackintosh]

I put this on the site in the hope that it might kick-start other members into writing about their lives and how they got into rainwear, boots etc..

There is nothing to be ashamed about in 'coming out' and telling your personal stories. It is clear from the recent 'moaning old git' thread that we need some livening up so how about it guys and girls?