MY RAIN FRIEND 5

[shinymacintosh]

I had a couple of stiff black coffees, looked at the rain coming down and wondered what to do with the rest of the day.

The fetish for my PVC clothes was like an erotic magnate pulling me towards them. I entered my bedroom again and took out my knee boots, black PVC jump suit and black PVC mac. My hands were shaking as I put them back on. Last night’s sexual excitement was still very vivid in my mind.

I drove aimlessly around town eventually ending up at the reservoir. The motor home was not there. I drove a little further and the caravan was there, no tents but a Land Rover.
Should I or shouldn’t I? I ran my hands up and down my PVC mac. Decision made! I got out of the car and walked down towards the caravan in the rain.
As I grew closer the caravan door opened and Sarah jumped down on to the wet grass and opened the Land Rovers back door. She turned, saw me.
Hi, she shouted, come and help me. She had the same shiny cagoule as before and a pair of brown thigh length rubber waders.

I need to get these boxes into the caravan.

I ran down and helped move the boxes. Wow I said what’s in the boxes. Dead bodies?
She laughed. No, a couple of weeks of tinned food and booze.
We moved all her boxes into the caravan. Come on inside, it’s a lot drier.

Would you like a drink? She waved a bottle of scotch, I nodded.
That’s a different mac than before, she noted. It’s very nice.
Thanks, I’m very much into PVC and slowly building up my wardrobe.
She laughed. You should see mine. I will have to buy a trailer soon I have so much. Take off your mac and relax. How did last night go?
I told her roughly what had happened to me. The number of people touching me through my PVC jump suit and how intoxicating it felt to be wanted by so many and finally being used again in the motor home.

So why are you here today?
I am at a loss. I woke up and just had to wear my PVC gear again, just to feel the sexual power it has over me. I don’t think I would want sex without some sort of fetish link to it.
She poured me another whisky.

Take a look at this, she said. She switched on her laptop and a few clicks later I saw a guy dressed in PVC bound to a cross and being sexually molested by other guys. Then later, on a box being screwed by three individuals.
That was you last night, she said.
Were you there? Did you take the video?
No, but I was sent a copy to look at. You did really well, you looked like you were enjoying the fun.

Sarah placed her hand lightly on my PVC covered thigh.
I turned and smiled at her, That’s a lot gentler than yesterday.
Her hand moved upwards and squeezed my crutch. I can be soft or hard. Which do you prefer?
Both.
I slowly unzipped her shiny cagoule. Her small breasts and pert nipples were inviting me to kiss them. I moved forward and sucked them both in turn. She squeezed me harder. I knelt down between her rubber waders, unzipped her jeans and opened them as far as I could keeping the waders on. She opened her legs and I began to excite her with my tongue, in and out, side to side. She pulled my head tighter towards her as her breathing became heavier and her sighing became louder. Finally, she let out a long loud moan and slowly pushed me away from her pussy. She locked her booted legs tightly around my neck and squeezed.

That was so good, she breathed. I really needed that release.
She unlocked her booted legs from my neck, pulled me up next to her and kissed me long and hard.
So, she observed. You can do it with men and also women. You are very good and also tender and not in a rush like most guys. She kissed me again.

Another drink.?
I would love one but I’m driving.
You can stay here, have dinner then you can go if you want.
She stood up, pulled up her jeans and zipped up her cagoule and brought me another drink.

She picked up my PVC mac from the chair and put it on. It was a little too big but as she tightened the belt around her slim waist, she looked wonderful in it.

Sit still, she ordered. I already had an erection just looking lustfully at her dressed in a PVC mac and rubber waders. Her hands wandered down to my crutch, she smiled when she touched my hardness. She unzipped me and took me in her mouth, powerfully sucking and pulling until I could stand it no longer. I shot my load into her mouth. She moved upwards and firmly holding my head kissed me and I received a mouthful of my own cum. She held my nose tightly until she saw I had swallowed my cum, then kissed me again.

It was almost midnight before I left. I figured my alcohol levels would be well down by then.
We had talked most of the time and made love twice more before I left. I had discovered that Sarah was single, had been a teacher, won a substantial amount of money on the lottery, loved touring the country in her caravan, had a fetish for boots and PVC clothing and occasionally had flings with girls and sometimes boys.

As I drove home, I knew I wanted much more of Sarah.

[hotwilly]

True love on the horizon