Uncle Jim is ninety years old today so a big family celebration is planned for the event.  Relatives have come from all over the country to gather for the birthday/family reunion occasion.  Everyone knows Tommy and I are living together "in sin" so we are going to announce our engagement and set a date this afternoon.  I'm in a high state of anxiety over the pending announcement.  I mean. Tommy and I have been together over five years and are living as a married couple anyway but taking the final step to a long-term commitment still has me jittery.

Our relation has been stormy at times although I am now totally committed to Tommy.  The first meeting at a school sponsored symposium was innocent enough, initially.  I had worn my green leather skirt and white silk blouse.  The skirt was mid-thigh.  The panty hose sheathed my legs in coordinated green tone that matched the skirt nicely.  Black mid-calf boots kept my feet dry and warm since it was winter and slush was on the ground.  I didn't really think much of the sexual power projected by this combination.  I was always a flashy dresser and liked the looks and compliments that accompanied a well coordinated fashion statement.

Anyway Tommy managed to sit next to me during the dinner.  He complimented me on my outfit, pointing out that I was by far the most striking lady in the room.  Of course I knew a come-on when I saw one so I just mumbled a thanks and tried to avoid any additional conversation.  Tommy told me that he also liked clothing with flair.  He enjoyed party opportunities that gave him opportunities to show his true personality through clothing.

This intrigued me some since I always wore what I wanted to any occasion.  I asked him why he couldn't wear the clothing he really liked to something like this function.  He said he did.  I was skeptical; I mean he was wearing conservative slacks and a loose turtle neck sweater with a very subdued pattern. 

"Those are your personality?" I asked thinking, "How drab your life must be."

"No," he said.  "It's what's under these that is my true personality."

I blushed at that line, thinking, "Your underwear makes your personality?"

To my dismay, he leaned toward me and pulled down his sweater.  I saw a shiny reflection of the garment underneath.  "This guy thinks he's 'Cat' from 'Red Dwarf'!" I thought.  Of course his outerwear wasn't flashy but still what was that he had on beneath?

"What type of shirt is that?" I asked.

"It's not a shirt.  It's a full body suit," he said.

"OK.  So what's it made of, PVC?" I thought of the Madonna video.

"No, I prefer latex," Tommy replied.

"Oh?" 

I like the way spandex fits the body and shows off my well-toned shape.  I see nothing wrong with displaying something beautiful, especially when I work so hard to achieve my fitness.  Since I compete in triathlon events, I've worn those special dry suits, the ones made of thin synthetic rubber to reduce water drag while keeping warm in the chilly waters where I've competed.  I always liked the warm feel of the close pressing material.  The way the suits look as swimmers exit the water is always cool as the water makes the skin look so shiny.  But I never gave a thought to the suit as a garment other than warmth in the water.  Upon seeing Tommy and his suit next to me, I realized there may have been hidden sexual thoughts associated with my triathlon suits that I suppressed during competition.

"So tell me why you like to wear a rubber suit," I said.

"I like the nice warm feeling as it hugs my whole body," he said reverently.  "It massages me as I move and I feel more aware of what's going on around me.  I feel secure behind the shield yet able to expose more of my feelings than before I discovered latex."

"Oh," I replied.  "I see.  Thank you for letting me in on your secret."

"No problem.  Can I see you later?"

"I'm not sure.  I mean I have to think about what you've just told me.  I don't really know you and using latex introduction as a first impression isn't exactly normal."

"Sure, I understand."

Tommy looked dejected.  I mean he had revealed his inner most secret to me and I was flipping him, figuratively.  "Give me your phone number.  I'll call you, I promise."

He brightened a little and dug into his wallet to give me a card.

That night I was getting ready for bed when an inspiration hit me.  I went to the garage opened the wardrobe where I kept my sports gear.  The triathlon suit hung on a padded hanger.  It's black with red highlights beckoned to me.  I took the suit down and ran back to my bedroom. 

I laid the suit on my bed and stripped out of my clothes.  I figured the best way to wear it was without anything under.  I started to pull the rubbery suit up my body.  I felt the skin pressing against my calves and thigh as I pulled it further up my legs.  My pussy was getting wet as I felt the material hugging me.

With another inspiration I dug into my bedside drawer and took out my magi-massage vibrator and slid it inside me.  I switched "Him" on and quickly pulled the suit over the rest of my body.  I felt the encasing rubber and ran my hands over my skin.  I looked at my shiny reflection in the mirror, noting every sensual curve that the suit accented.  I gasped and panted and fell on the bed as the vibrator and the rubber suit drove me quickly to an explosive orgasm.  I pulled my legs to my chest and squirmed inside the encasing suit getting hotter and hotter as a second orgasm sent waves of pleasure through me.

I fumbled with the rubber skin at my crotch, found the switch at the base of the vibrator and with some difficulty switched it off.  Exhausted from the rush of carnal activity, I fell back onto my bed in dreamless sleep without removing the suit. 

The next morning I woke up.  It took a few moments to remember the past night as I looked down at my black and red highlighted skin.  A slow smile crept over me and I ran to the dining room table to get Tommy's card.  I dialed the number and waited.  To my chagrin an answering machine greeted me.  "Hi you've reached Tommy, I either out or tied up, please leave a message and I'll get back at you."

"Tommy, it's me, Sharon, I understand now.  Give me a call at 865-8573 or better yet let's meet today for lunch, 11:00 at Dusty's."

I showered, put the suit back on then put my spandex bodysuit over it.  Then I put on a pair of jeans and a loose shirt that was open at the collar.  I headed for Dusty's.

AT the meeting I pulled down my spandex top to show Tommy the suit beneath.  I told him what happened to me the night before.  He just smiled at me knowingly and said we should get to know each other better.

Well that was five years ago and this is now.

Now we are at the Family Reunion-Uncle Jim's Birthday.  I am wearing bootleg blue jeans mock turtleneck sweater and Pendleton shirt.  Cowboy boots stick out from below the jean cuffs.  A bandana around my neck and tight cotton gloves complete my ensemble giving me a fresh looking cowgirl appearance.  Tommy is similarly dressed.  We both decided on the western look since the party is being held on Uncle Jim's ranch.  Of course what can't be seen can kill or in this case cum!

My foundation garment today is a transparent latex body stocking with a vibrating dildo and butt plug.  I've got a transparent catsuit over the first layer that has attached feet and gloves.  A hood would be nice but Tommy and I decided that would be difficult to disguise.  As it is, I've had a hard time explaining why I can't take the gloves off.  My story is a skin rash that requires medication and covering.  Cotton is a nice choice since it is the material used for bandages.

Tommy coyly stands next to me and switches the vibrator on and off remotely and at the most inopportune times.  As I am greeting my Aunt Thelma the shaft buzzes to life in mid sentence.  "How are your RROOOOSSes doing, Aunt Thelma," I gasp and grit my teeth.

Aunt Thelma looks at me a moment before replying, "Just fine, Deary.  They are championship quality this year."

"That's wonderful.  I know just, uh, ohhhh, how much, ummm, work you put into thEM." I stumble over the sentence and clip the "em" off with a sudden surge of lust as I cum inside my little latex world.  Now I'm breathing quite heavily and I'm sure my face is flushed.  Fortunately the loose shirt hides my aroused nipples.  Tommy smiles wryly and switches off the unit.

"Are you all right, Dear?" Aunt Thelma asks.  "You look like you're running a fever."

"I'm, uh, fine.  It's just a little warm in here.  I shouldn't have worn the turtle neck, I guess."

Aunt Thelma looked at my hands, "It's too bad about those.  I hope the rash isn't contagious."

"Oh, it's not.  It's just a temporary infliction.  It has to do with the extra dry weather this week."

I always thought of myself as an in-control-of-my-life sort of person.  But that night when I let the triathlon suit carry me away in uncontrollable orgasm, I was changed when it came to my sex life.  Tommy learned quickly that I would do just about anything to achieve a rubber orgasm and he soon had me completely submissive in my sex life.  He added more suits and toys to my collection of rubber wear.  I soon left the triathlon suit behind as I lusted more for pure latex rubber.  I wanted to be enclosed in multiple layers.  I wanted sensory deprivation through blinding hoods and thick rubber over my ears.  I wanted the complete focus of my sexual energy applied to the tactile ecstasy of the rubber on my skin and the vibrating rubber rods in my pussy and ass.  I became a complete submissive to latex loving.

Now Tommy is switching the vibrator on and off in little bursts that are keeping me on a high edge of arousal but he is not letting me have any more satisfaction through climax.  His game has made my so horny and hot.  I am a panting bitch in heat as I try to mingle among the relatives.  Everyone is looking at me askance as the atmosphere surrounding me is obviously edged and tense.  No one knows exactly why I am so edgy today.  Tommy comes up behind me and slips his hand into my rear pocket.  The pocket is false and he rubs his palm on my latex sheathed ass cheek.  I shiver involuntarily.  As he presses against me, I can feel his throbbing manhood that is trapped inside its own latex sheath.

In my mind, I wish I could put a cock ring vibrator on him and tease him the way he's been doing me today.  Then my total rubber submissive side steps in and I know I can't do that. 

Tommy has steers us toward the center of the party and we are near Uncle Jim who is seated in his wheel chair.

"I have an announcement to make, folks," Tommy calls out above the crowd noise.  "Please, everyone be quiet a minute.  I have something very important to say."

The noisy barn stills as all attention is focused on Tommy.

"Thank you.  Most of you know me pretty well.  Sharon and I have been together now for five years.  I think the two of us have come to know each other pretty well in this time.  Most of you have been whispering about our arrangement and when or if I would ever commit to a more formal one.  Well, we, Sharon and I, have picked this occasion to make our announcement of intention to get married."

Tommy turns to me; "I stand before you Sharon to ask for your hand and all that comes with it in marriage.  Will you marry me?"

"Oh, Tommy!" The vibrator erupts to life.  "OOOOOFFFFFF COURSE I'll marry YOU!"  I wrapped myself around him and gave him a lusting kiss in front of everyone as the vibrator takes me on a ride to orgasmic heaven.  Knowing I'm cumming in front of all these people just carries me to a higher state of lust.  I kiss Tommy hard as I ride my erotic pleasure coaster in front of the relatives.  He rubs against me and I feel his hard cock.  He's horny and I'm cumming and there is nothing he can do about it without revealing too much to the crowd.  I'm now riding from one orgasm to another as multiple waves of lust consume me.

"Excuse us as I have some business to attend to," Tommy says.

He leads me from the barn and to our car.  We get into the car and Tommy looks at me.  "You're having way too much fun in there," he says.

"And whose fault is that?" I ask.

"Hmmm, yes well, you can take me now, my dear."

Tommy unzipped the fly of his jeans revealing the zipper of his rubber suit.  He pulled that zipper down and his sheathed manhood sprung from its rubbery trap.  Without asking I put my mouth over his rod and ride it into my mouth.  The buzzing vibrator inside me washes me with another wave as I swallow his engorged black sheath pump, lick, and suck him to his own explosive release.  It's only a matter of moments before he cums in the sheath and I feel the slippery contents inside and the heat of the juice warm the latex skin.

"Let's go back to the party," Tommy says.

For once I am assertive while in my rubber.  "Let's go home and do more fun things.  Everyone thinks they understand why I was so excited during the party now and I want to have more rubber fun than a person should be allowed to have just now."

"I'm overwhelmed by Tommy's announcement," I shout out the car window.  "I hope you don't mind if we go home now."

I see Aunt Thelma nod and say something to Uncle Jim.  Uncle Jim just chuckles and waves as we start to move off toward the main road.
 
 

20.08.02