A plastic dream [not really very explicit]
Posted: September 6th, 2024, 3:39 pm
I wrote this several years ago....
When I woke up this morning I felt really strange, different than I ever have before. I was asleep one moment, awake the next. I laid there on my back and moved around a little bit and couldn't feel the texture of the sheets against my body. As I gradually became more awake I realized that instead of being naked as I usually sleep I was wearing something like pajamas, made of smooth, soft vinyl plastic. I changed my position experimentally, noticing how the plastic material slid smoothly against the sheets, and raised my arms from under the sheet. I saw that my sleeves were a translucent bright emerald green color. By then I was fully awake. I sat up on the side of the bed and realized that my pajama top, if that was what it was, looked almost like a plastic rain jacket except that it was a pullover style with no front closure. It had elastic at the wrists, neck, and waist, and fit quite closely, not loosely like a raincoat would. Except for the color it reminded me of a plastic sauna suit I had seen at Wal-Mart once. The pants were a similar smooth plastic, but they were transparent colorless vinyl, and I saw with amazement that I was wearing opaque white plastic panties under them, panties that looked just like baby pants but that were my size.
I sat there, my brain swirling with questions. The bedroom looked the same, as did everything in it. Where had the plastic clothes come from? I was sure that I had been naked when I went to bed. I live alone and couldn't remember anyone else being around during the night. I thought about what I did last night...I came home from work, stopping at Safeway to pick up a few groceries, made a pizza and had it for dinner along with a couple of beers while I read the paper. Nothing out of the ordinary, a typical Tuesday night.
Since I have Wednesdays and Thursdays off, I was glad that I didn't have to hurry and get ready for work, because I really needed to figure out how this could have happened to me. I walked out of my bedroom and down the hall into the living room, which was in its usual cluttered condition, with stacks of books, magazines, and newspapers on most horizontal surfaces. Nothing different there. The kitchen, too, looked unchanged from the way I'd left it before.
I noticed that I was becoming sweaty in the plastic garments, but it wasn't uncomfortable as I had thought it might be, maybe because it was still fairly cool in the house. Then I realized that I had an erection, and that my erect penis was sliding against the plastic pants in a most erotic way.
Walking back into my bedroom, I was now very conscious of the way the plastic rustled with each step I took, the way it felt against my arms, legs, and torso, and how I was becoming more and more aroused with each step. I laid down on my bed, put my hands in my crotch, and almost immediately came, with an all-consuming, shuddering orgasm, one almost unrivaled in my experience, the best I'd had in months. Lying there exhausted, I drifted off to sleep.
It was almost noon when I awoke again. I decided then that I would be a vinyl plastic wearer as often as possible.
The question of where the vinyl clothes came from would have to wait; I needed a shower. I peeled off the top slowly, not wanting to tear the plastic, peeled off the pants, and then just stepped into the shower and stepped out of the panties under a good hot spray of water.
Later that day I found on one of the stacks of magazines in the living room an empty shipping box and a couple of plastic bags. In the box was a note in distinctly feminine handwriting, which read "Hi Sweetie, I'll stop by soon with the rest of your plastic garments. I can hardly wait to see how you look in them." Oddly enough, there wasn't a return address on the box or the note. There weren't any stamps or UPS labels on the box, just my name and address.
I really do not know what in the world is going on here. Who..? What..? When..? Why..? My mind is swirling with possibilities....
I just heard a car pull up in front. Looking out the window, I see a tall, beautiful woman getting out of the car. She's wearing a bright red plastic raincoat that goes down to her ankles, that much I can see for sure as she strides up my sidewalk carrying her purse and a large shopping bag. I'd better log off now....
When I woke up this morning I felt really strange, different than I ever have before. I was asleep one moment, awake the next. I laid there on my back and moved around a little bit and couldn't feel the texture of the sheets against my body. As I gradually became more awake I realized that instead of being naked as I usually sleep I was wearing something like pajamas, made of smooth, soft vinyl plastic. I changed my position experimentally, noticing how the plastic material slid smoothly against the sheets, and raised my arms from under the sheet. I saw that my sleeves were a translucent bright emerald green color. By then I was fully awake. I sat up on the side of the bed and realized that my pajama top, if that was what it was, looked almost like a plastic rain jacket except that it was a pullover style with no front closure. It had elastic at the wrists, neck, and waist, and fit quite closely, not loosely like a raincoat would. Except for the color it reminded me of a plastic sauna suit I had seen at Wal-Mart once. The pants were a similar smooth plastic, but they were transparent colorless vinyl, and I saw with amazement that I was wearing opaque white plastic panties under them, panties that looked just like baby pants but that were my size.
I sat there, my brain swirling with questions. The bedroom looked the same, as did everything in it. Where had the plastic clothes come from? I was sure that I had been naked when I went to bed. I live alone and couldn't remember anyone else being around during the night. I thought about what I did last night...I came home from work, stopping at Safeway to pick up a few groceries, made a pizza and had it for dinner along with a couple of beers while I read the paper. Nothing out of the ordinary, a typical Tuesday night.
Since I have Wednesdays and Thursdays off, I was glad that I didn't have to hurry and get ready for work, because I really needed to figure out how this could have happened to me. I walked out of my bedroom and down the hall into the living room, which was in its usual cluttered condition, with stacks of books, magazines, and newspapers on most horizontal surfaces. Nothing different there. The kitchen, too, looked unchanged from the way I'd left it before.
I noticed that I was becoming sweaty in the plastic garments, but it wasn't uncomfortable as I had thought it might be, maybe because it was still fairly cool in the house. Then I realized that I had an erection, and that my erect penis was sliding against the plastic pants in a most erotic way.
Walking back into my bedroom, I was now very conscious of the way the plastic rustled with each step I took, the way it felt against my arms, legs, and torso, and how I was becoming more and more aroused with each step. I laid down on my bed, put my hands in my crotch, and almost immediately came, with an all-consuming, shuddering orgasm, one almost unrivaled in my experience, the best I'd had in months. Lying there exhausted, I drifted off to sleep.
It was almost noon when I awoke again. I decided then that I would be a vinyl plastic wearer as often as possible.
The question of where the vinyl clothes came from would have to wait; I needed a shower. I peeled off the top slowly, not wanting to tear the plastic, peeled off the pants, and then just stepped into the shower and stepped out of the panties under a good hot spray of water.
Later that day I found on one of the stacks of magazines in the living room an empty shipping box and a couple of plastic bags. In the box was a note in distinctly feminine handwriting, which read "Hi Sweetie, I'll stop by soon with the rest of your plastic garments. I can hardly wait to see how you look in them." Oddly enough, there wasn't a return address on the box or the note. There weren't any stamps or UPS labels on the box, just my name and address.
I really do not know what in the world is going on here. Who..? What..? When..? Why..? My mind is swirling with possibilities....
I just heard a car pull up in front. Looking out the window, I see a tall, beautiful woman getting out of the car. She's wearing a bright red plastic raincoat that goes down to her ankles, that much I can see for sure as she strides up my sidewalk carrying her purse and a large shopping bag. I'd better log off now....