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Dear Lorraine,
Your site has been a great help to me and is very exciting as well.
My rainwear memories go back quite a while (early half of the sixties, in Holland already) and are then related to a caring aunt who was really a neighbour. She had a daughter who was a year older than I was, 12 by then.
Marian was my best friend and we went on foot to school together. Her mother was a big lady who was always worrying about everything. Among other things her worries were expressed in the way her daughter had to dress to avoid catching colds when we went to school. We did not have school uniforms in Holland, but in practice both the duffel coat and the gabardine raincoat were standard for many girls and boys our age. Although Marian had a grey duffelcoat and I had a dark blue one, they did resemble each other. Both were double-breasted with a belt and a tartan lining, had a collar and a square hood with a flap and were quite warm.
That flap had two buttons which closed the hood really tight. I deeply hated the hood, found it very childish and fortunately for me, my own mother did not have much interest in it. But Marian's mother was quite different. Whenever there was the slightest reason for it, she did Marian's top button, put her collar up, pulled the hood over her dark hair and buttoned it up with the flap. This was most of the time concluded by a scarf (a yellow one) with a knot at her back and finally she folded the end of the hood so that it showed the green tartan lining.
More often than not, next thing was that she pulled me towards her (into her very considerable bosom!), and whatever objections I had, it did not help. Marian looked increasingly bemused at the scene that followed. As time went by that year, Marian seemed to be getting more interested in my predicament. With the same firmness as with her daughter, her mother buttoned up my coat, put up the collar and what was worst, hardly ever could resist the hood, included in particular the dreaded two buttons of the flap. Unlike Marian's, mine also had strings (she usually left my scarf alone). Those strings were tied and together with the flap.... it was terrible!
As soon as we were out of sight I untied and unbuttoned, and so Marian used to do. But in the course of the year, I noticed that at times and gradually more often, she left her hood up, 'it was warm and kind of cosy'. Then, at some point, she said that I should not bother so much loosening it all.
One wet darkish late afternoon when it was really a bit cold and we walked back from school through a quiet street, Marian stopped. She said 'wait', put her bag on the side-walk, did her collar up, pulled her hood over her head and asked 'can you give me a hand'? She gave me the flap, smiled a little, and with somewhat trembling fingers I fumbled the buttons in place, while Marian folded the end of her hood. I was very close to her face and when I had accomplished this, I got my first kiss!
But it was not all. Now that I was so close Marian decided to do something else, she later told me she was really longing to do this. She had noticed my embarrassment! She did my top button, put up the collar, and got the hood from my back over my head. Although I was not pulled in her mother's bosom, I did find this very exciting. She buttoned up the flap and then she took the strings in her hands, pulled me towards her and kissed me once more on my lips. Then she pull them tight and made a good knot.
That year Marian introduced me further to the art of kissing and continued to play her game with the hoods, including the hoods of our gabardines. Apart from the new excitement that gave, together with her mother she installed in me lasting, deep feelings for coats with tight hoods. I find it very exciting if (mature) women not only button up their coats but in particular button up a hood (and, in addition, I still remember all the occasions it happened to me!).
I loved your new pictures of the woman in the red gabardine raincoat and in
particular the one where she had tightened the hood with the flap! Do you have
more of those, I mean of somewhat old fashioned coats with the hoods buttoned
up? Lots of success with your wonderful site!
Wouter
Dear Wouter
I will double my lookout for close fitting hoods then! Sorry I haven't anything I can think of which I haven't shown - but actually I don't really know what you mean by the pic of 'the red gabardine raincoat'. Could you tell me which one?
This is a very interesting tale - thank you so much.
I'm intrigued by what would have happened if Marian hadn't made her lovely move (which reads very touchingly to me!). Do you think your switch had already been thrown by the attentions of her mother? Or even before that, when you had already conceived of a 'deep hatred' for that 'childish' hood?
Sounds as though now you haven't any interest in wearing a tight hood yourself - just in seeing others doing so - ?
Anyway, I'm thrilled to bits that you should have found the site helpful - only so, if it is, because of the people like you who have been prepared to share their experiences. Thank you so much for writing - here's hoping you may let us know more. It's silly, I know, but I can't help wondering what happened .... I guess, I fear, you and your childhood best friend parted company despite that life-changing kiss ... ?
With every best wish
Lorraine
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