A Day At The Seaside. Part One explicit

[Rainyobrien]

A Day At The Seaside. Part One.

It was on one of our regular visits to Ayr, a seaside town, less than an hour drive from home.
Our amble round the shops took a familiar route.
We would pop into a number of the charity shops for a quick survey of the women's coat racks in the hope of a happy find ( or at least I hoped, my wife just humoured me).
Sadly, it was rare to find anything even in those days.

We have arrived at Hourstons dept store.
It’s an old style, then family owned, business selling everything from dinner sets to duvets, cutlery to clothing , furniture to face cream.
The furniture dept is located on the second floor, as is ladies clothing, and in the far corner a cafe / restaurant.

We wander among dining tables, bookcases and coffee tables.
I am impatient to reach the rainwear section.
There is often something to be found there of interest from the likes of Dannimac, Nuage or Jan Roberts.

As we approach the rails I don't know how but I sense them before I see them.
There sandwiched between poplin, tweed and cloth the slightest slither of pvc , black, shiny, is beckoning.

I am shaking as I part the coats on either side.

There are, I realise , two trench coat styled , extremely high gloss , pvc raincoats hanging there.

My wife looks at the label on the collar of the first raincoat and points it out to me.
Size 20.
I am extremely disappointed at this.

She then looks at the second coat.
Size 12.
Result!

She takes off the coat she is wearing, hands it to me, and then proceeds to lift the pvc mac from the rail.
She removes the coat from its hanger and opens it out to allow her to slip an arm into the left sleeve.

I quickly put her own coat between the handles of the bag I am carrying and held the mac to assist her in putting her other arm in the coat.

She turns and faces me as she buttons the coat, taking time to fasten the belt buckle and pulling the belt tightly around her waist.
Stepping back she runs her hands down each side of the raincoat to smooth it out.

I am immediately aroused by the sight of her wrapped in the amazing, gleaming, black mackintosh.

“Well?” she asks, smiling.

“Fantastic! “ I say with feeling. “Beautiful . I really like it”.

She raises the left cuff and looks at the tag hanging from the wrist strap.
“Oh!” She says and holds up the card which has a price printed upon it.
£95.

Deep down I am not surprised but am disappointed at the same time.
That is too expensive by far for us to afford.
Oh well.

She looked around and apparently spotted what she was looking for.

She walked towards the furniture section and was standing in front of a full length mirror.
I follow her carrying her bag and coat .

I reach out to touch the sleeve of the coat she is wearing when an ear piercing sound fills the air.

Everyone was looking around, frozen to the spot.
People were spilling out of the cafe including what appeared to be kitchen staff urging everyone to head for the exits.
An elderly couple were pressing the lift buttons but were sharply told to use the stairs.

We found ourselves in a stairwell and following others descended.
The stairwell echoed to the sound of many pairs of feet.

We pop out into bright sunlight .

The pavement is crowded and people are spilling onto the road.
With several others we cross the road to the pavement opposite.

A couple of minutes pass, she turns to me and says, "It could take ages for the fire brigade to come and then carry out their checks. Let's go for a coffee."

We weave between the crowd and make our way along the main street.
I glanced back.
No one has noticed us.
I laugh, "I think we have won a raincoat ."

We continue walking but have picked up the pace.
An unspoken decision has been made.

We continue walking and find ourselves at the side road leading to the carpark.
She is holding my hand and we are now walking quite quickly.
My heart is beating and by the time we have walked over the
cobble stoned bridge leading to the car park. I am breathing hard.

“Slow down,” I gasp.

She looks back anxiously, turns to me and asks "Are we really doing this? "
I give a nervous laugh. “Looks like it.”

Our car sits in a corner of the ground floor of the dimly lit car park.
There are only a handful of other cars but none near us.

I pressed the car key and the car lights flashed briefly lighting up the dark.
We get in the car.

She was immediately half out of her seat, leaning towards me, kissing me frantically.

I put my left hand on her shoulder feeling the soft supple vinyl in my fingers.

She sat back in her seat, reached across, took my right hand and placed it on her lap.
I fumbled under the coat, pulled up her dress and put my hand on her pants.
They were very damp.
I remember wondering if she had peed herself?

I put my fingers down inside of her pants.
No, she hadn’t peed herself.
She was just shockingly wet from excitement.

I started stroking her and she immediately started moaning and moving.
Within seconds I was overcome with excitement and came into my underwear.

I kept rubbing, my fingers moving easily within her well lubricated clitoris, as she lay eyes closed
She writhed with pleasure, shuddered gently and told me to stop.

We lay for a few seconds and then she opened the car door and got out of the car.
I did the same.

I was confused as she was now opening the back door at her side of the car.

“Get in!” she instructs.

I do as I am told.

In the back seat I can just make out the mackintosh glistening in the dimly lit car.
She is pulling up the shiny raincoat and her dress, well above her waist.
Her wet panties are being removed and dropped to the floor.

I have loosened my trouser belt and am frantically trying to remove my trousers.
I have succeeded in kicking off my left shoe and half removed my trousers which are
now bundled around my right ankle.

She is out of her seat, turns to face me and is now straddling me.

Two minor miracles occur:

One, I have an impressive erection so quickly after coming.

Two, I penetrated her first time.

Bullseye!

She is moving on me.

“FUCK ME!”

I am stunned.
I have never in many years of marriage heard her swear.

“FUCK ME!. FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!!! FUCK ME!!!!”

She is bouncing on me like I am a human space hopper.

I have my arms around her, the palms of my hands gripping the pvc raincoat which is sliding up and down her arse in rhythm with her movement..

Minor miracle number three.

In a shuddering, ecstatic, orgasmic frenzy, we climax at the same time

She slides off me onto the seat beside me.
We are both exhausted.

Several seconds pass.

"Are we going back to Hourstons?" I ask.

“Let’s go home “, She says, rearranging her dress and her fantastic, new, pvc, trench coat.

[cammacg]

Superb story. I was there, a silent observer, with you all the way. Well written, a story well told. Thank you.

[hotwilly]

Well written story, thank you

[xxxx]

Great story,I was with you all the way,passed the stiffness test,looking forward to reading more.

[Rainyobrien]

Thanks all for your kind comments