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Shuddering to think

Here's another real life story of macs, coats and influences they had from earlier in my life. As you'll know by now, I've always had a soft spot for being buttoned up or zipped up by someone else, coupled with a love for the traditional mac.
 
Here's a true story linked to all of that from a wet day when I was fifteen. My Mum was going shopping in the school holidays - resplendent in her double breasted trenchcoat. She had buttoned it up at home before leaving. She'd asked me to come to town and help her because she was also looking after my cousin who was only three. We all got in the car and she drove us to town, her mac extending over the edges of the driver's seat in a rather lovely manner. I had just been bought my first leather jacket and I was fiercely proud of it. The jacket concerned was one of those ones that bikers wear, with the zip that goes across at an angle rather than straight up. It was also one of those two-way zips that you have to poke in really hard at the bottom in order to get the two sides to engage properly. I had it undone, despite the weather, cos I was "tough."
 
On the way, Mum spotted Fred at the bus stop. Fred lived across the road from us. His wife had died and he now lived alone. Mum pulled up, established Fred was going to town too and gave him a lift.
 
When we got to town we all got out of the car and my Mum silently decided that my three-year-old cousin needed his coat fastened. She said nothing, but I found myself gazing at her and remembering how wonderful it had been when she had seen fit to do the same thing for me in years gone by. She stood behind him in her mac and her hands came round his waist before tackling the zip on his anorak. For a moment I thought I had just found yet another new dimension on being done up because, whilst Mum was doing up my cousin's anorak, I was feeling it too!!! The intense tingling was coming from inside me in the normal pleasurable way. Intrigued I looked down at the chunky zip on the leather jacket. I discovered that my Mum was actually not involved in action at a distance. Something far more logical was happening.  Fred was standing beside me, arms protruding down over my chest and tummy and he had one piece of my leather jacket's chunky zip in each arthritic hand and was trying very hard to connect them!!! He'd never had children and zips probably hadn't been invented when he was a child. I think he probably thought it was probably normal to zip up a 15 year old.... I can see his thought process.. "Both children's coats are undone... She's doing one up. I'll do the other one!!" 
 
Add to this interesting combination of events the fact that he too was wearing a double breasted mac...! It was an ancient grey green affair, like the ones worn by the French resistance girls in that old TV series called Allo Allo. My Mum was having no end of bother with my cousin's own zip, and was totally focussed on that. She couldn't see what Fred was up to because we were behind her. My cousin began to wriggle (maybe he feels like I do when he gets done up) and my Mum became angry with him!! Fred's slow tortoise like zipping up, and the presence of his mac was making for a very provocative state of hormonal affairs inside me, but in the end he had my zip mastered, despite the fact that I was shuffling uneasily from one foot to the other. At the time I found Fred's fumblings quite intriguing... I suppose my adolescent body was still making some decisions.. Those decisions got made years ago now, and they surround ladies who wear macs, rather than guys. It makes me shudder to think about the effect he had on me that wet wet morning now....   
 
Andy mac