The Lady on the Tram
Posted: September 25th, 2010, 2:01 pm
Last night I related a true story to my “significant other” and, as she was fascinated by it, I thought it may interest others here.
Although I’ve lived in the US for many decades, I was born in England in 1939. One day when I was 9 or 10 I had to return some books to the library in the middle of the city and it was pouring with rain as I waited at the tram stop wearing my short trousers as most young boys did then in all but on the coldest winter days.
When the tram came I got on and found a seat by a window that was all steamed up. As I wiped the glass to look out a lady sat down in the seat beside me and I felt something flop over my bare thigh. Looking down I saw that she was wearing a silky-satiny rain cape with a hood which were not uncommon at the time. She smiled but never said a word as she turned back the hem of her cape to reveal a rubber lining.
Then with her arm inside the arm slits her hand began to stroke my thigh through the rubberized satin. I was too scared to say anything even when her hand strayed a little higher than was proper. I will never forget the feel nor the sound of the rubber lining as she stroked. She must have known that I was aroused but still she never said a word and then all of a sudden she was gone as the tram arrived at her stop.
Now whether this was the root cause of my rainwear and rubber fetish I don’t know but my ”significant other” seems to think it might have been as the lady’s actions felt so good and I associated it with the rubberized material.
I’d love to know what anyone else thinks. I only know I’ve never forgotten the incident even after more than 60 years.
Although I’ve lived in the US for many decades, I was born in England in 1939. One day when I was 9 or 10 I had to return some books to the library in the middle of the city and it was pouring with rain as I waited at the tram stop wearing my short trousers as most young boys did then in all but on the coldest winter days.
When the tram came I got on and found a seat by a window that was all steamed up. As I wiped the glass to look out a lady sat down in the seat beside me and I felt something flop over my bare thigh. Looking down I saw that she was wearing a silky-satiny rain cape with a hood which were not uncommon at the time. She smiled but never said a word as she turned back the hem of her cape to reveal a rubber lining.
Then with her arm inside the arm slits her hand began to stroke my thigh through the rubberized satin. I was too scared to say anything even when her hand strayed a little higher than was proper. I will never forget the feel nor the sound of the rubber lining as she stroked. She must have known that I was aroused but still she never said a word and then all of a sudden she was gone as the tram arrived at her stop.
Now whether this was the root cause of my rainwear and rubber fetish I don’t know but my ”significant other” seems to think it might have been as the lady’s actions felt so good and I associated it with the rubberized material.
I’d love to know what anyone else thinks. I only know I’ve never forgotten the incident even after more than 60 years.