|Gromets Plaza - Latex Stories|
© 2001, Jake - Used by permission.
|Storycodes: FM; latex; vacbed; 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!
I could see why Jerry slept in the other room.
It took me forever to fall asleep with all Sandy's tossing and turning.
When I did finally fall asleep, I slept like the dead. Just like Sandy
said, she was gone when I got up. I showered and shaved the best I could
with one of the disposable razors I found. I got dressed and headed
down stairs to the kitchen.
There was a large barn in the back of the yard. Thinking she might be there, I walked back to investigate. The door was locked and there was no way to see inside the glass-block windows. It was such a large structure and yet there was nothing but forest around here. I figured she must work in the place or something. It hit me then that I really knew nothing about this woman. She was a stranger I picked up on the side of the road and had sex with. I thought about just getting in my car and leaving. Yet, somehow, I thought I should stay...like she needed me or something. Weird the way the mind works.
Anyway, I headed back into the house and fixed myself a pot of coffee. As I sat down with my cup to wait for Sandy (I thought she might be out exercising or something), I heard a strange sound coming from the basement. It sounded like a vacuum cleaner or something. It was very faint but I traced the noise to a door that opened onto a flight of stairs leading to the basement. I was a little surprised with what I found down there! The whole basement had been set up like a gym... if you were a sex-crazed, perverted athlete! There was a stirring in my pants as I looked around at all the equipment. Horses, chains, tables, closets (lots of closets), something that looked like a gynaecologists table. There was a set of glass doors leading into a small jacuzzi room. There was a winch system over the pool that I thought was a little strange. The room next to the jacuzzi room was very plain except for a chair and two walls completely covered in mirrors. The third and last room was where the noise seemed to be emanating. What I saw there made my cock shoot up painfully in my pants.
The room had very dim lights around the perimeter and a bed-like structure that was hooked up to a shop vac (powerful vacuum for those who don't know). The structure was unusual in that it seemed to be made up of two layers of clear latex, stretched over the frame. The vacuum was sucking the air out from between the latex sheets and there, sandwiched between the layers was the form of Sandy. I say the *form* because I couldn't actually see her face or anything else distinguishable for that matter. Below the clear latex, the woman's figure was completely dressed in black latex. It appeared that she was wearing a full black latex catsuit with gloves and feet attached. Around her waist was a very tight black rubber corset extending from her waist to her breasts. The latex was stretched so tightly over her breasts that her erect nipples could clearly be made out in the fabric.
The figure's arms were above her head, gripping the top frame of the bed. The thing I found the most erotic, was that her head was sealed in a shiny black latex hood. There were no openings for either the eyes, ears or nose. A rigid breathing tube extended from her mouth through the top sheet of the bed so that she could breathe. I watched the figure try to squirm as best she could. Side to side movements seemed very limited in her shrunk-wrapped state, but there was a little play to the latex sheets in the frame that allowed her hips to move up and down. The figure had no clue that I was in the room and seemed to be off in her own little world. I heard her breath whistling through the breathing tube over the whine of the shop vac. The pace of her breathing was increasing and her hips were rocking a little faster. What ever world she was in, she was having a very good time!
Deciding that she couldn't see me anyway, I undid the zipper to my pants and pulled out my cock. I was so turned on by the scene before me, that I couldn't help myself. I watched the rubber figure climb to the heights of some unseen pleasure, moaning through the breathing tube. As she climbed higher and higher, the figure bucked and rocked as best she could in the bed. I stroked my cock for all it was worth! I watched as the figure shook all over, then arch her back, straining at the rubbery grip of the bed. My orgasm gripped my balls and sent a stream of thick cum shooting onto the clear latex sheet. Just as my load shot out of me, there was a click and the shop vac shut off. The stupid thing was on a timer! As the motor wound down, the vacuum pressure in the bed was released. The figure inside pushed up on the top sheet and the frame opened up. Not wanting to be found out, I stuffed my still-spasming penis into my pants and did up the fly. Before I could get my act together and run from the room, the figure in the bed had unzipped the rubber hood and freed herself.
When she pulled her face from the first hood, I saw that she was wearing another underneath...only this one had eye, nose and mouth holes. Our eyes met. It was obvious from the look in her eyes that she was surprised to see me, but she didn't say anything right away. I think the look in my eyes must have told her that I was more surprised to be caught than she had been to find me there. She got up out of the bed, closed the top frame...then noticed the wad of cum running down the top sheet. To my amazement, she bent down, looked me right in the eye and licked the cum off the sheet! When she was satisfied that she had swallowed every drop on the latex sheet, she stood up, looked me in the eye again and calmly said, "I wasn't counting on you being an early riser Jake." As she walked past me into the main room, Sandy tugged at the wet spot on the crotch of my pants and said, "Enjoy the show?"
I didn't know what to do or say. I stood
in the vacuum room for a minute or so turning every conceivable shade of
red. Then I followed her out into the main room. She was standing
in front of one on the closets. The door was open and there was a
mirror on the back. Sandy had unzipped the crotch zipper and was
pulling out two large vibrators. No wonder she had had such a good
time. The smell in the room started to hit my nose. Sex and rubber
with a hint of sweat. The aroma was surprisingly intoxicating!
The smell along with the sight of Sandy completely covered in shiny latex
was stirring my sex again. I had never reacted this quickly before.
I knew I had to say something, but Sandy beat me to it.
"That's not surprising", she continued, "most
people don't. But what's done is done. As I see it, you've
got two choices. Either you leave and never come back here again,
or you stay and let me convert you." Well the last one shocked me!
She was right. The fact that I was having
an intelligent conversation with a shiny, featureless latex lady was driving
I could see a big smile take shape beneath the
latex hood, then Sandy started to laugh. "Date?!? You must be joking!
I haven't gone on a date since I was in high school!"
Sandy was shocked. It was obvious no one had ever approached her on this level. She had probably always dealt with men trying to get into her pants (catsuit, leotard??). She pulled suddenly at the base of the hood, stretching the collar over her head. Sandy was bald!
She wiped the top of her head with her rubber
hand, then extended it to me. "You've got a deal. A weird one, but
a deal anyway."
So we went upstairs, the smell of sex, rubber and sweat following us as we went.
Sandy cooked us a very nice breakfast of eggs,
bacon and toast. As we ate, she told me more of her story.
"I think that's why I found it so surprising that
you wanted to find out more about ME."
"I got up and went down to the basement when I
was sure you were asleep. I set the timer on the vacuum bed thinking
I could be up and changed before you woke up, but I didn't think you'd
be an early riser."
"You do your manufacturing in the barn out back?"
The sun was hot crossing the courtyard.
I wondered how she could stand being totally covered in latex on such a
warm day. She came to the door and opened it with just the turn of the
knob. When we got inside, I realized why the door was unlocked now.
Kim smiled and Sandy gave me the tour...at least
what she was prepared to explain to me. Her process was interesting.
Everything was based on molds and it was all automated and computer controlled.
The only thing Kim and Sandy had to do was prepare the liquid latex - colour,
quantity, etc. and remove the finished products for packaging.
"Maybe soon, you'll let me scan your body into
my computer? What do you say about that?", she grinned evilly.
The hours seemed to melt together. I thought
about leaving, but was still so taken with this rubber goddess, I didn't
want to make any *mistakes*. Noon soon rolled around and there was still
no sign of Sandy. I made lunch for the three of us and took it out
to the barn.
I was too restless to watch mind-numbing afternoon television. So I decided to explore the house. I went upstairs to see what I could learn from Jerry's room.