construction worker. She had one meaty fist clamped around the wrist
of a fierce-looking smaller woman sporting a green mohawk, the other
around a huge can of Buddweizer.
Jason blinked and said, “Uh, I was just leaving.”
Sometimes, he thought heading for the other end of the bar, discretion
is the ONLY part of valor.
As the saddening memories of his lost love returned, Jason hailed the
bartender, who had been replaced by a six-foot tall pink elephant, and
ordered another shot of the Macallan. Wistfully, he thought about that
first night of blazing hot sex, of exploration and learning. He
remembered that at one point, Mandy had been lying back, knees in the
air, while Jason, his hands lifting her ass, lapped and sucked hungrily
at her pussy. Essentially they were waiting for Jason’s plumbing to
recover before having at it again. Mandy had suddenly lowered her
legs, tucking her ankles into his armpits, and pulled her skirt down
around his head. When he started to back out to see what was wrong,
she urged, “No, keep going,” and pulled him to her with her ankles.
Jason, his head squeezed between her muscular thighs and the tightly
stretched skirt, his nose assaulted by her strong musk and the aromatic
scent of the rubber, set to with renewed vigor, and soon found his tool
hardening again. It had been an incredible night, and he had learned a
few new skills, too.
>From that day forth, he had developed a special affinity for Mandy’s
style of dress: high heels, tight fitting, yet revealing jackets and
blouses and skin tight dresses.
His lover had quite a few sexy outfits, including several made from
leather, or shiny, stretchy plastic, and a purple latex sheath dress
that looked as if it were painted on. He especially liked the look and
feel of the rubber outfits. She even had a pair of black bicycle
shorts made of latex that she insisted he try on. The unique, clingy,
slightly restrictive sensation had made him instantly hard, and when
she rubbed up against him in her purple rubber dress, he surprised them
both my suddenly coming in his pants.
The smooth, stretchy material seemed to be the ultimate in second skin,
emphasizing the shape of the body, smoothing imperfections, and even
offering a kind of isolating protection from the weather. He looked
everywhere for items made of it, but to no avail. To be sure, latex
dresses and rubber pants were shown off on perfect bodies in various
fashion magazines from time to time, but all he found locally were
rubber kitchen gloves.
Finally, he asked Mandy where she had gotten her rubber items. “Why,”
she giggled, “do you want a dress for yourself?”
“No,” he lied, “I think I prefer rubber dresses on you. I thought I’d
get you something new, but I can’t find anything.”
“Oh, my dad bought some of it for me when he was in New York, I don’t
know what store. Then I found mom looking through a catalog from some
British company, and I just asked her to order some things for me,
too.”
Jason had wondered what sort of parents bought teir daughter rubber
miniskirts, but kept his thoughts to himself.
For seven months, they were inseperable, despite the accusations from
his mother that Mandy “looked like trash” in her wild, sexy outfits.
When Jason told his mom who Mandy’s parents were, and what neighborhood
they lived in, that was the end of that.
He did finally get to meet Mandy’s parents, and received several clues
about Mandy’s maturity and free lifestyle. Both parents were highly
paid professionals, mom a mathematician for an engineering firm, and
dad a nursing instructor for a local university hospital. They were
…End of the part6. To be continued..
