|Gromets Plaza - Latex Stories|
© 2001, Jake - Used by permission.
|Storycodes: MF; latex; cons; X|
story is totally fictitious. Any resemblance of the characters to
actual or real people is coincidental. If you are one of the characters
in this story or know someone like the characters portrayed in this story...I
want to meet them...or you...or whatever. As far as I know Tyte-Fit
does not exist. If it does, consider this to be free advertising.
This story is about latex fetish and contains adult viewing material.
If you are offended by sexual situations, please read no further or blame
me not you will. If you enjoyed The Dark Side of Jenny, or The Adventures
of Latex Suzie (unfinished), then you should find this entertaining.
Finally, this story was inspired by a picture I saw on Rubberwoman's site...RW
- hope you don't mind the plug!
What the hell was I doing out here? A dark lonely road in the middle of nowhere. Just me, my car, a sad song on the radio and the warm summer's night air swirling through my hair. Pretty poetic, don't you think? My name's Jake. And like so many others out there on the net have done...this is my story.
I was a mess. My girl friend of five years had just left me. I lost my job. I had enough money left in the bank to make two more rent payments (if I didn't eat). I really didn't know where to turn or what to do. I was out driving trying to collect myself and figure out some plan to get my life back on track, when my headlights picked up the figure of a woman walking along the side of the road. I slowed down and pulled onto the shoulder just ahead of her. I turned to look back at her as she approached my old convertible. She was stunning! Yet sad.
She wore a long black, shiny raincoat that was
cinched tightly around her petite waist with a belt. Her long, straight
black hair hung loosely about her shoulders and back. She had her
hands in her pockets and was limping slightly. It only took a second
me to realize why. Her boots would have made a hooker envious!
But she ignored me and walked right past the car.
I could tell by her smudged makeup that she had been crying, although there
were no signs of tears now. I pulled the car ahead slowly, driving
next to her as she walked.
"Just what?! Maybe I like wearing boots
like these? Maybe I find them comfortable? I think you're the
one with the wrong idea, pal!", she barked at me without shifting her gaze
at all. Pal. I hadn't been called "pal" in a while.
She stopped so unexpectedly that the car slid in the gravel as I tried to match her abruptness. I looked back over the seat to see her crying. I jumped out of my side and ran around the back to console her. I know, I know...men are suckers for tears...or at least I am. I put my arm around her and was surprised that she turned in to me and continued to cry into the crook of my neck. A little confused by the sudden outpouring of emotion from this otherwise solum figure, I wrapped my arms around her and stroked her back and hair. Wow, she was gorgeous! I don't think I'd ever been this close to a woman that looked this good.
"C'mon, I'll take you where ever you need to go.
I'm not going anywhere special...just out for a drive."
"You'll, uh...let me know when to turn?"
"What are you doing out here walking in those
"Geez...", I muttered under my breath. We
spent the next 15 minutes sitting in silence. I couldn't believe
her boyfriend, the jerk, just abandoned her this far out in the middle
of the country. Some guys just don't know when they've got a good
thing. Kinda pisses me off.
"The porch light's on.", I commented. "Do you
think he's here?"
I parked the car at the side of the house and
helped her to the front door.
There was that smile again. Sandy pulled
a ring of keys from her pocket and fumbled several through her gloved hands.
Odd...why would she be wearing what looked like black rubber gloves on
a night as warm as this?
"I take it he's not here?", I asked.
"Welcome to my home, Jake. She pulled the
belt open on her coat. "Help me off with my coat, would you?"
"I'm going to go upstairs and change. It's been a long walk and I could use a shower. Be a dear Jake and pour us a couple of glasses of wine would you? There's a bottle of white in the fridge and some glasses in the cupboard next to the sink."
"Oh boy!", I rejoiced to myself as I straightened the erection in my pants on the way to the kitchen, "Jake's gonna get lucky tonight!" I found the wine without a problem, poured two glasses and set them on the coffee table in the living room. Sandy was still upstairs, so I decided to build a romantic fire in the fireplace (thank God for central air...even in old places like this).
Once the fire was going, I settled back on the
couch, sampled the wine and vividly recalled the outfit Sandy had been
wearing. I almost wished she hadn't taken it off. "Well," Sandy's
voice made me jump. Wrapped up in my day-dream, I hadn't heard her
come into the room. "This is very nice."
Sandy picked up her glass of wine and slowly took
a sip. "Oh...I needed that. Jake honey, what are you looking
at? You act like you've never seen someone dressed in latex before."
"I thought you said you were going upstairs to
change into something more comfortable?", I said trying to change the subject.
We chatted for about three hours, talking about
everything. My problems, her problems...the only things we didn't
seem to touch on were politics and religion -- which is just as well.
When the second bottle of wine was finished, I was glad I wasn't driving
anywhere. Sandy was in worse shape than I was.
"Now's your chance!", I thought to myself.
I moved in for the kiss. It was heaven. Our last few words
melted away with the intensity of the kiss. Looking back, I didn't
even know what a *fetish* was...let alone one for latex. Sandy quietly
took my hand and looked at me seductively.
Sandy pulled at my clothes trying to get me undressed.
"Take those off! I'll get a condom..."
"This may pinch a little...", Sandy said almost breathlessly as she stretched the lubricated sheath's opening and pulled it quickly over my hard scrotum. When she let go, the rubber ring closed tightly around the base of my cock and balls. My sex was completely encased in the glistening black rubber. As soon as she was done admiring my sheathed cock, she picked it up off my stomach with a new delicacy. The unusual condom made my cock look different -- almost artificial. She slithered down to kiss it respectfully on the tip. Sandy then began to lick its length and moaned all the while. This girl was hot! And she was good too. I don't think I had ever received a blowjob that felt as incredible as this one did. She licked the entire length of my shaft before going to work on my balls. The feeling was definitely less sensitive, but her skill and enthusiasm more than made up for the loss of feeling. A couple of times she had me within seconds of coming, but then, would do something to keep me from reaching my climax.
I was totally in another world, and so was she. I watched her with fascination as she seemed so focussed on my sex and nothing else. I attempted to tell her I wanted to please her, but she either didn't hear me or didn't want me to do anything. Just when I was about to climax (for the fourth time), she reached around behind her ass and undid the zipper at her crotch. Quickly, Sandy moved a leg over me to straddle my cock. Without even looking at my face, she grabbed my wrists and pinned my hands under her knees. She took my sheathed cock in her hand and straightened it below her hole. With one easy movement, Sandy dropped right down to the base of my sex.
I wanted desperately to reach up and touch her breasts, but with my hands pinned under her latex legs, it was impossible. I felt her pussy clamp down on the full length of my penis as she began to ride me. The vision of this rubber-clad woman on top of me was almost too much to bear. Sandy reached up to her face with her gloved hands and began to caress her face and suck her fingers. She fucked me like I wasn't even there, like I was some kind of *warm dildo* or something. Sandy was close, and so was I. I think it was probably her movements that pushed me over the edge. The image of her is still burned in my mind from that night. We both came together in a well-deserved (needed?) orgasm. She was sucking on her rubber fingers and pressing against her belly when she arched her back and screamed out into the summer night.
When we had both come down from our high, Sandy
bent over and kissed me gently, "Thanks. You don't know how much I needed
"Hi", Sandy smiled at me as she came back into
the room. She was completely naked and trying to cover herself up
with her arms. From what I could see in the dim light, she was completely
hairless except for her head.
"Oh, Jerry and I didn't sleep together.
His room was down the hall. I got changed in there, and all of his
stuff seems to be gone. The bastard must have been planning to leave
me tonight all along."