PVC Adventures with M resumed - Part 10
Posted: April 21st, 2020, 9:49 am
In the current circumstances of course meetings with my secret PVC mistress, M, haven’t been possible but memories of previous encounters are helpful to get through the lockdown and this is one of my favourites.
We met in London at a main line train station. I got there 15 mins before the agreed time and took up a vantage point where I could see people pouring off trains. I didn’t know exact what M would be wearing as she usually refused to tell me in advance just to keep me in suspense. I scanned the crowded concourse. As I waited I saw quite a few nice macs - regular trenchcoats, quite a few leather jackets and coats and plenty of nice pairs of boots.
But then in the midst of a sea of humanity, I spotted a woman tottering along in a tightly belted black shiny mac with pointy high heel leather boots to match. M had not disappointed ! We met, kissed and headed down to the tube. We only needed to go three stops to get to the hotel but it was rush hour and we only just got into the train which was rammed with people.
M and I were pressed tightly against each other in the crush with me behind her. Immediately as we pulled out of the station I was seriously aroused pressed so close to M and the smell and feel of her raincoat right next to me. I hardened quickly and I knew she would feel my stiffness pressing against her sexy arse separated only by my trousers and her mac. I could feel the crevice of her bum cheeks through her PVC as she pushed herself against me.
At the first station we had to move to allow people on and off but the crush was just as intense as the train set off. And I was able to use the repositioning to put my hand unnoticed into the deep pocket of her mac whilst maintaining pressure on her bum with my stiff cock. My fingers found her special place through the fabric of her pocket. She was clearly very turned on and was moving herself against me. I could feel the inevitable build-up of juices inside my fully erect member and I was sure M was also dampening rapidly.
At the second station there was another reorganisation of bodies - ours and everyone around us. But as the train set off again we were able to take up where we had left off. As the train rattled noisily through the tunnel, we each had a decision to make but couldn’t of course speak.
Even though I was on the verge, something made me hold back - fear of discovery, concern that M would make too much noise (she usually did!) or just the thought of the extra pleasure that delayed gratification would bring in the hotel later.
But as I tried to ease my hand from her pocket and adjust my stiffness away from her bottom, the decision was taken from me. M moved her hand round to mine and moved it back deep into her coat pocket. Simultaneously she ground her sexy pvc-clad arse against my groin again. The effect was immediate.
For the next thirty seconds, despite being crammed inside a London tube train with scores of people surrounding me, I had one objective and I knew I would pursue it regardless of the consequences and I was certain M was doing exactly the same.
Here I was pressed close against my sexy kinky PVC mistress, the shiny folds of her gorgeous raincoat right against me with the smell of the fabric permeating my nostrils. And yes, as M pressed her bottom harder back against me and ground her clit against my fingers, the totally unplanned moment of release arrived. Just as the train rattled into the station, I exploded silently squirting a voluminous load of cum powerfully from my stiffness- sadly not of course inside M or even on her kinky coat but flooding my underpants and trousers. Even before the train had come to a halt I could feel the hot sticky juices running down my legs.
Normally I would make sure that I didn’t climax before M but on this occasion I had been focussed only on my need for gratification. So, as the train doors opened I wasn’t sure if M had also reached the end of her journey of pleasure. Her face gave nothing away.
We walked along the platform and reached the escalator. M stepped on first. I followed. As the escalator started to climb, M turned partly round to face me, her sexy raincoat glistening in the lights.
‘That was very naughty,’ was all she said as the escalator whisked us upwards.
We reached the top, went through the barrier and we walked out into the London night to head to the hotel.
‘Right, now it’s my turn’ announced M momentarily surprising me as I had convinced myself she too had orgasmed on the tube.
She was clearly a woman on a mission and, with the hotel a ten minute walk away, she clearly had no intention of waiting that long. She steered me off the main road into a London side street and then down a narrow alleyway leading between two houses to a block of garages. M grabbed me, leant against the wall and started kissing frantically. I was worried it wasn’t private enough but M couldn’t care less.
‘I want to lick some of that cum you wasted on the tube’, she commanded and as she did so, she unzipped me, slid to her knees and started running her tongue up and down my thighs and feasting on the still warm and sticky juices that I had produced moments before.
But I knew of course that she would want more and, sure enough, she moved her attention up to my rather limp member where of course she found more evidence of my recent spillage.
‘Nice’, she murmured between licks, ‘But I’m hoping for a fresh delivery if you can manage that’.
Such a challenge, combined with the feel of her tongue and fingers on my cock and my balls plus the sight of her shiny black mac still buttoned and belted, had the desired effect. Slowly but surely I stiffened and, as I did so, I made sure I was reciprocating - kneading her breasts through her raincoat, then unbuttoning it at the top and reaching to release them to the nighttime air.
I couldn’t believe I was hard again so quickly but then I was being given a blowjob by a very kinky woman wearing a slinky shiny pvc trench coat and stiletto boots in a London backstreet!
M was groaning as she knelt on the ground and I played with her exposed nipples - alternately through the pvc of her coat and not - whilst she continued to run her tongue the length of my stiffening shaft.
Confident I could deliver what was required, I asked M,
‘How do you want it? I’m ready...’
Sometimes M would tease and delay at this point but today she was so desperate for it that there was no playing around on her part.
‘In me from behind now!, she ordered with a sense of urgency as she manoeuvred herself round onto her knees and offered her black shiny rear to me. I scrambled down onto my knees oblivious of the hard surface I had to kneel on, lifted the back of her mac, roughly pulled aside her skimpy knickers and offered my fully erect member at the entrance to her well-lubricated pussy.
Entry was easy and both of us knew this would be quick. Two firm thrusts from me and M was away.
‘Fuck me with that stiff hard long dick of yours ! Get it right in - further further! Split me open ! Fuck me you dirty kinky man. You’re such a fucking pervert coming in your pants on a train. Now unload into me. Fuck my pussy. Spill it. Give me a load of your cum NOW NOW!’
‘I’m fucking you M. Right up your pussy. Right inside your nice tight wet hole. You’re such a slutty tart in your pvc Mac and your boots but you love it, don’t you. Being fucked outdoors in a shiny raincoat.’
‘Yes I love the Mac and the boots. I love being a pvc mistress because it makes your cock so big and so stiff and I want your cock so badly ‘
Then after a few more thrusts in silence, I knew she was there.
‘Yes, now, yes - yes I’m cuming, I’m cuming, I’m cuming....’
M arched, went quiet for a moment, then made her distinctive noise of satisfaction as she climaxed once, twice, again, the sign of course for me to follow suit with one, two, three hard thrusts deep inside the sexiest raincoat mistress ever, filling her pussy with hot, sticky stuff.
‘Yes, yes, you PVC tart, you kinky, slutty mac mistress, there’s a bucketload of cum for you’ I grunted as we collapsed in total satisfaction and release.
We met in London at a main line train station. I got there 15 mins before the agreed time and took up a vantage point where I could see people pouring off trains. I didn’t know exact what M would be wearing as she usually refused to tell me in advance just to keep me in suspense. I scanned the crowded concourse. As I waited I saw quite a few nice macs - regular trenchcoats, quite a few leather jackets and coats and plenty of nice pairs of boots.
But then in the midst of a sea of humanity, I spotted a woman tottering along in a tightly belted black shiny mac with pointy high heel leather boots to match. M had not disappointed ! We met, kissed and headed down to the tube. We only needed to go three stops to get to the hotel but it was rush hour and we only just got into the train which was rammed with people.
M and I were pressed tightly against each other in the crush with me behind her. Immediately as we pulled out of the station I was seriously aroused pressed so close to M and the smell and feel of her raincoat right next to me. I hardened quickly and I knew she would feel my stiffness pressing against her sexy arse separated only by my trousers and her mac. I could feel the crevice of her bum cheeks through her PVC as she pushed herself against me.
At the first station we had to move to allow people on and off but the crush was just as intense as the train set off. And I was able to use the repositioning to put my hand unnoticed into the deep pocket of her mac whilst maintaining pressure on her bum with my stiff cock. My fingers found her special place through the fabric of her pocket. She was clearly very turned on and was moving herself against me. I could feel the inevitable build-up of juices inside my fully erect member and I was sure M was also dampening rapidly.
At the second station there was another reorganisation of bodies - ours and everyone around us. But as the train set off again we were able to take up where we had left off. As the train rattled noisily through the tunnel, we each had a decision to make but couldn’t of course speak.
Even though I was on the verge, something made me hold back - fear of discovery, concern that M would make too much noise (she usually did!) or just the thought of the extra pleasure that delayed gratification would bring in the hotel later.
But as I tried to ease my hand from her pocket and adjust my stiffness away from her bottom, the decision was taken from me. M moved her hand round to mine and moved it back deep into her coat pocket. Simultaneously she ground her sexy pvc-clad arse against my groin again. The effect was immediate.
For the next thirty seconds, despite being crammed inside a London tube train with scores of people surrounding me, I had one objective and I knew I would pursue it regardless of the consequences and I was certain M was doing exactly the same.
Here I was pressed close against my sexy kinky PVC mistress, the shiny folds of her gorgeous raincoat right against me with the smell of the fabric permeating my nostrils. And yes, as M pressed her bottom harder back against me and ground her clit against my fingers, the totally unplanned moment of release arrived. Just as the train rattled into the station, I exploded silently squirting a voluminous load of cum powerfully from my stiffness- sadly not of course inside M or even on her kinky coat but flooding my underpants and trousers. Even before the train had come to a halt I could feel the hot sticky juices running down my legs.
Normally I would make sure that I didn’t climax before M but on this occasion I had been focussed only on my need for gratification. So, as the train doors opened I wasn’t sure if M had also reached the end of her journey of pleasure. Her face gave nothing away.
We walked along the platform and reached the escalator. M stepped on first. I followed. As the escalator started to climb, M turned partly round to face me, her sexy raincoat glistening in the lights.
‘That was very naughty,’ was all she said as the escalator whisked us upwards.
We reached the top, went through the barrier and we walked out into the London night to head to the hotel.
‘Right, now it’s my turn’ announced M momentarily surprising me as I had convinced myself she too had orgasmed on the tube.
She was clearly a woman on a mission and, with the hotel a ten minute walk away, she clearly had no intention of waiting that long. She steered me off the main road into a London side street and then down a narrow alleyway leading between two houses to a block of garages. M grabbed me, leant against the wall and started kissing frantically. I was worried it wasn’t private enough but M couldn’t care less.
‘I want to lick some of that cum you wasted on the tube’, she commanded and as she did so, she unzipped me, slid to her knees and started running her tongue up and down my thighs and feasting on the still warm and sticky juices that I had produced moments before.
But I knew of course that she would want more and, sure enough, she moved her attention up to my rather limp member where of course she found more evidence of my recent spillage.
‘Nice’, she murmured between licks, ‘But I’m hoping for a fresh delivery if you can manage that’.
Such a challenge, combined with the feel of her tongue and fingers on my cock and my balls plus the sight of her shiny black mac still buttoned and belted, had the desired effect. Slowly but surely I stiffened and, as I did so, I made sure I was reciprocating - kneading her breasts through her raincoat, then unbuttoning it at the top and reaching to release them to the nighttime air.
I couldn’t believe I was hard again so quickly but then I was being given a blowjob by a very kinky woman wearing a slinky shiny pvc trench coat and stiletto boots in a London backstreet!
M was groaning as she knelt on the ground and I played with her exposed nipples - alternately through the pvc of her coat and not - whilst she continued to run her tongue the length of my stiffening shaft.
Confident I could deliver what was required, I asked M,
‘How do you want it? I’m ready...’
Sometimes M would tease and delay at this point but today she was so desperate for it that there was no playing around on her part.
‘In me from behind now!, she ordered with a sense of urgency as she manoeuvred herself round onto her knees and offered her black shiny rear to me. I scrambled down onto my knees oblivious of the hard surface I had to kneel on, lifted the back of her mac, roughly pulled aside her skimpy knickers and offered my fully erect member at the entrance to her well-lubricated pussy.
Entry was easy and both of us knew this would be quick. Two firm thrusts from me and M was away.
‘Fuck me with that stiff hard long dick of yours ! Get it right in - further further! Split me open ! Fuck me you dirty kinky man. You’re such a fucking pervert coming in your pants on a train. Now unload into me. Fuck my pussy. Spill it. Give me a load of your cum NOW NOW!’
‘I’m fucking you M. Right up your pussy. Right inside your nice tight wet hole. You’re such a slutty tart in your pvc Mac and your boots but you love it, don’t you. Being fucked outdoors in a shiny raincoat.’
‘Yes I love the Mac and the boots. I love being a pvc mistress because it makes your cock so big and so stiff and I want your cock so badly ‘
Then after a few more thrusts in silence, I knew she was there.
‘Yes, now, yes - yes I’m cuming, I’m cuming, I’m cuming....’
M arched, went quiet for a moment, then made her distinctive noise of satisfaction as she climaxed once, twice, again, the sign of course for me to follow suit with one, two, three hard thrusts deep inside the sexiest raincoat mistress ever, filling her pussy with hot, sticky stuff.
‘Yes, yes, you PVC tart, you kinky, slutty mac mistress, there’s a bucketload of cum for you’ I grunted as we collapsed in total satisfaction and release.