|Gromets Plaza - Latex Stories|
© 2001, Jake - Used by permission.
|Storycodes: FM; 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!
Jerry didn't leave a lot of clues behind. I poked around for a bit, but only learned that Jerry tidied up really well before he took off. I was going through the empty dresser drawers, when I opened the bottom one and came across a neatly folded pile of black rubber. I gently picked up one of the small bundles. It was a long glove. The bundle next to it proved to be its mate. Ignoring the other things in the drawer for now, I slipped off my shirt and began to work the right glove onto my arm. Looking back now, I was lucky the inside of the glove had plenty of powder, or I would have had much more trouble than I did. Somehow, I think we fetishists remember our first time putting on rubber. It's ingrained in our memory. The cool feeling of the latex as it slid up my arm. The hollow rustling sound and squeaking as you push the air out. The smell...ah, the smell of latex. To a fetishist, I think there's nothing more intoxicating. I'm saying all this now, looking back from the future (present?), but I guess the sensations were, at the time, more curious and different than anything else.
I went to the full-length mirror and admired my arms in the long gloves. The shine was what first caught my attention. There was that look of artificiality like I had experienced the night before. Flawless. Perfect. Gleaming. My hands looked like they had been sculpted - pure beauty. I went back to the drawer to find the other things that our friend Jerry had left. The next bundle was a pair of briefs with a built-in sheath. It was similar to the one I had worn last night. I quickly took off my pants and tried to pull up the briefs. Unlike the gloves, however, there wasn't very much powder at all in these and it was difficult going. I seem to remember losing quite a lot of leg hair in the process and thinking to myself what was the eroticism in *dressing* like this? Any of the randy feelings I had from looking at myself wearing the gloves had now been replaced by frustration. I was smart enough to realize that my cock and balls were NOT going to go into that sheath without a little help.
I looked around the room for some kind of lubricant or powder or something, but with no luck. I remembered seeing some products in the master bathroom and headed down the hall with the sheath loosely swaying between my legs. Once in the bathroom, it didn't take me too long to find a tube of K-Y and I slicked up my hardening penis. Once done, I was surprised that it slipped home inside the sheath with very little effort! I took a towel and wiped off my gloved hands. As I put away the towel, I noticed a bottle of Armorall. "Strange", I thought, "Why would there be a bottle of this up in the bathroom?" I was reading the label on the bottle when I caught the line that said something about being good for conditioning leather, vinyl and rubber. Hmmm...? I sprayed my left glove experimentally and was impressed with the wet-look shine the surface took on as I worked in the liquid. I did the other glove and the briefs. Fantastic!
I went back to Jerry's room, my proud little shiny black soldier standing tall, and went to the drawer where I unfolded the last of the bundles. It was in the shape of a head, with eye, nostril and mouth holes. It was a hood, just like the one Sandy had been wearing this morning. It was a tight fit pulling the hood over my head, but what a marvellous sensation! It was like being hugged and caressed over my entire head simultaneously. I stepped up to the mirror and was instantly enamoured with what I saw. I experimentally started touching myself. I loved the way the latex felt on my skin, but also the sensation of rubber on rubber. All of a sudden, masturbation involved all the senses - sight, smell, sound, touch...yes, even taste. I examined my *new* body from every possible angle, relishing the way the light gleamed off my rubber bits. It was almost like a religious experience.
I knelt on the floor and pounded my cock until
I felt the inevitable eruption surging through me. It had to be one of
the best I had ever had (up to that point). Just as the orgasm swept
over me, I looked up to see Sandy standing in the door way, arms folded,
leaning against the frame. I felt like I had just been caught masturbating
by my mother. I was shocked and it kind of put the pressure on me
to recover from an otherwise stupendous climax.
She walked into the room and came around behind
me. "After this morning's little stunt, I should have known to be
more careful of what you might get into. Maybe I should have just
locked you up down stairs for the day? Hmmm? What do you think
about that? It's not too late you know? Maybe you'd like that?"
I knew she was toying with me, I just wasn't sure
where she was going to go with it.
Her scent was overpowering by this point in the day. The sight of me in some rubber, masturbating had obviously had an effect on her because she was dripping wet. I poked my nose between the folds of her labia as she commanded and rubbed the tip up against her clit. Sandy let out a sigh and grabbed hold of my rubber head. She pulled my face into her pussy and rocked back and forth gently on the rubber of my nose. Tentatively, I stuck out my tongue to taste her juices. She eagerly accepted my probe and laid back on the bed to allow me better access. I gently parted her lips with my flattened tongue and went to work on her clit. I alternately pulled at it with my teeth and licked it with my tongue. I took one of my gloved fingers and slid it inside her hole. I probed about until I felt her body start to tense and rock. I continued to press on this spot while I licked and sucked away at her smooth mound. I was just getting into it when Sandy grabbed hold of my head and tried to push my face inside of her. I felt the wonderful sensation of her pussy gripping my tongue and then the familiar flow of girl cum.
Sandy was laughing and looked down at me, "Well,
we certainly don't need much work in that department. Come up here,
I want to feel your rubber cock inside me. She scootched up the bed
and I crawled up on top of her. I couldn't believe that I was this
hard again after having such an intense orgasm. Sandy guided my rubber
prick to the edge of her hole and I pushed it slowly inside. We just
lay together kissing and feeling each other before starting into a slow,
I got off her and peeled the latex hood from my
face, "Even more reason to stay away from this stuff for a while."
"I'm going to have a shower, then head back to
the city. If you'd like, I can pick you up tomorrow and we can go
out for dinner or something?"
Sandy and I helped each other peel off the sticky
layer of latex until we were both naked. We went to the big shower
in the master bathroom and turned on the water.
Sandy giggled with my playful smack, grabbed my
wrists and pushed me up against the shower wall. She had a renewed
passion in her eyes, and she thrust her body against mine. Her kiss
was hot! I reached my hands up to stroke her bald head, caressing
it as our tongues lapped in each others mouth. Under the hot water,
her skin had an incredibly soft, smooth texture. I had never touched
a bald head before (let alone one on a woman), and was surprised by how
erotic it felt. My cock achingly came to attention once again. I
think Sandy must have known that I was sensitive, because she turned around,
bent over and gingerly began to inch my penis into her pussy.
I've never told her this, but as I entered her
from behind that time in the shower, I watched her smooth naked body dripping
with water, and couldn't help but picture her encased in latex! To be blunt...it
was a hard fuck. No making love this time. It was animalistic.
I felt like I was ready to come when Sandy reached around, grabbed my cock
and pulled away from me.
With that, she took my penis and put it up against her asshole. I had never had anal sex before, but my urges were keeping me from thinking too much. I pushed a little and I went right in. Obviously she was experienced at this. There wasn't the usual pain or extreme tightness I had always heard about. She seemed to just open up and let me in. It's kind of hard to describe the feeling, but once I was fully buried deep inside her, Sandy clamped down on the base of my cock and literally pulled the cum from my balls. It was the most curious, but satisfying sensation.
The description here leaves out all my screaming and her moaning. I didn't think you'd be interested in reading all the graphic details. Some of these stories describe the wads of thick sticky cum pulsing from a straining love stick into the hungry hole of a vixen. But I think you probably get my style by now...and that ain't it! The details are up to your imagination. And don't worry, you're probably right. So what happened after the shower? Not much. We dried each other off. There was lots of giggling and carrying on. I put on my clothes. Sandy put on a sexy red rubber hobble dress (zipper left up to the knees). We kissed. She walked me to my car. We kissed some more. Sandy went back into the shop. And I drove home.
There's no point romancing this part up. It's not as exciting as the rest of the stuff. Besides, I've had enough writing for today. I'll tell you more another time.
I couldn't wait to see her again. It had
been a long night (and day). All I could think about was our first
date. It seems silly I know, but I was already falling pretty hard
for her. The trip down that country road seemed so much shorter this time.
I smiled to myself as I passed the spot where I first saw Sandy...where
I picked her up...the road into her place. I had the essential first-date
butterflies as I parked my car next to Kim's at the side of the house.
I rang the bell at the front, but there was no answer. Figuring that
Sandy must still be working, I headed around to the shop.
"Dinner and dancing? Wow. That really
does sound like a date!", Kim sounded truly surprised.
"Well tonight she is.", I was starting to feel
uneasy about the whole thing when Sandy came out of her office.
"I was thinking Sandy...we don't have to go through
with the dating thing if you don't want to."
"I'm not so sure I like the sounds of that!",
not that I was afraid to be seen with her in public, but that I was going
to be known as *Regular Guy*. It has a nasty ring to it, don't you
<Guys...handy tip: in a difficult argument situation, try to block by admitting fault quickly (I'm sorry, you're right - is always good) then try to shift conversation laterally...when in doubt, think of football plays and translate them to conversation. Early relationship arguments cannot be won on your own!>
"Oooh...Kim! I'll have a word with her tomorrow."
The rest of the drive was great. We laughed
and talked about everything under the sun. I pulled up in front of
the little Italian bistro. Walked around and opened the door for
her. I didn't need to see them, I could *feel* every set of eyes
on both sides of the street zero in on our location...or rather Sandy's
location...I became invisible.
The maitre'de nearly fell over when we stepped
up. "Two for non-smoking?...uh yes sir, right this way."
Just before our desert arrived, something nasty
- yet surprisingly wonderful happened. Our conversation had become
quite intense. We were talking about me losing my job and having
difficulty paying the rent, when this guy comes out of nowhere, stands
almost on top of me and starts asking Sandy for her autograph. Sandy saw
how he had intruded into our space and our conversation and told him that
he was rude, and no she would not give him her autograph.
"This is Sandy Tyte speaking. How dare you
interrupt my dinner with such rudeness?! ...I don't care who you are or
who your flunky is, I don't respond to rudeness, and I'm certainly not
jeopardizing a wonderful evening out with my boyfriend to cater to your
trophy collecting. Don't disturb me again!!"
"I'm so sorry Jake. I was afraid this might
happen...and after everything that was said in the car..."
Before the waiter came to pick up the check, Sandy
said, "Watch this!". She closed her eyes and appeared to be concentrating
really hard. She opened her eyes and smiled at me, "Look!"
We both stared at her chest. Her nipples were harder than I'd seen
them yet. The purple rubber showed off the peaks with incredible
With little debate, we decided to forego dancing
and went for a walk down by the beach instead. It was nice. We walked
and talked and shared an ice cream. We sat down on a park bench to
finish the ice cream when Sandy started to smear it all over her rubber
Sandy took my hand and guided it up her short
skirt, between her legs. I could feel the heat, but was frustrated
by her latex panties. She looked me right in the eyes and said, "Make me
come. Go down on me and make me come in my latex panties."
Sandy snorted a couple of times before finally gripping my head with her legs and shaking as her orgasm washed over her. I pulled my head from between her legs and saw an older couple looking back at us in disgrace. We both laughed and straightened ourselves up. What a night! We continued for the next two weeks enjoying some really great dates together. If I wasn't out looking for work, I was spending all my time with Sandy. I would go to her shop and just sit and watch her work. It was fantastic. Life was fantastic! The only problem was, I hadn't found a job, I was out of money, and my landlord refused to extend my rent date. (I think he had already promised my suite to someone else)
So anyway, here I was...no job, no money, and in two days...no home. What would you do if you were in my place?