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I know I'm an extremely lucky guy. I have a wonderful girlfriend who is very tolerant, understanding and has now become actively involved in the sensual possibilities of wearing the old fashioned type of rubber rainwear.
I had known her socially long before (in fact, we had been at high school together). We started going out a year ago after I had split up with my previous girlfriend, who was definitely not tolerant when she found out (unfortunately by accident) about my "horrible, disgusting, perverted little secret" (those were the words she used).
Of course after that, I knew I could not tell my new girlfriend about this fascination with rubber raincoats and the like that I have had ever since I can remember, but as our relationship grew I started to get the feeling that it would not matter - there was just a little something in her demeanour that told me this was OK with her - and I really did not want to have any surprises hidden from her that she would discover later.
One day in an ENORMOUS leap of faith I very cautiously and nervously hinted that the wearing of a raincoat for me was something more than for just wearing in the rain. If there was any hint of disgust from her I felt I could extricate myself and just laugh it off as a funny misunderstanding, but in trying to explain further I dug myself in deeper and deeper! I knew she was pretty broad-minded when it came to most things, but this?
I should not have worried. In the end I think she appreciated that I had come clean with her, although she said that she did not really understand the thrill that I got in just wearing a hot and smelly old rubber raincoat. She seemed to accept that this was just an odd shortcoming in my character. Maybe she already knew? She obviously was very much in love with me! I was very relieved in the outcome of this. Nothing further was said and I did not detect any change in her attitude towards me. But she never expressed interest in finding out more about what I felt. I just left it at that. But at least I did not have any burden of guilt when I wore any of my raincoats or rain jackets from my collection - for whatever reason.
Anyway, to keep it short, it was my birthday. After taking in an evening show we went back to her place and it was there she gave me the best present of all - a green rubber outfit with braced-bib pants and a hooded jacket. This was very different to anything I had or even seen before as the rubber was on the outside of a canvas material - let's call it MGR (Matt Green Rubber) rain suit perhaps? It seems to be made in China although she had ordered it locally. It has a marvelous natural rubbery smell and as it made of rubberized canvas the susurrus has really to be heard to be appreciated!
She asked if I was going to try it out, so I started to put it on. Then she said, with a naughty twinkle in her eye - no silly, with nothing on underneath, like I know you would really love to do! (I had never told her this, but it is true!) I blushed, but there and then in her lounge I undressed and put it on. The new sensation of the stiff rubber/canvas cloth against my skin was very interesting to say the least!
While I was doing this she had left the rooom. I was admiring my new jacket and pants from all angles in the lounge mirror and still getting used to the feel of them, when I heard the same sound and she came back in, also wearing the same type of rain jacket (and as I was to discover, with nothing on underneath)! She looked so stunning. She hugged me (in a wonderfully rubbery embrace!), kissed me and said "I saw these advertised on a camping store website and I decided to see what I was missing out on!"
We then went upstairs - both of us dressed in our rubber outfits. We wore them off and on for the entire night! And so this it was how she turned the corner with me. What a woman!
Pete
Well,that's cheered me up! Many thanks indeed! Love to hear what happened once that corner had been turned - if ever you have a moment to pull up and let us know...
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