Sailing (explicit)

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JellyMan
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Sailing (explicit)

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Suzi's black plastic one-piece suit shone in the sun which sparkled off the water as the little boat skimmed the lake in a light breeze. Bob watched his girlfriend tending to the ropes that controlled the sail, noting how sexy it was seeing her curvy body constantly moving in the shiny outfit. Suzi had discovered that by lowering the zip quite a long way down the light wind entered her garment and amplified the plastic-rubbing-against-naked-skin feeling. The up and down movement needed to pull the rope caused the material to tighten and loosen all over, which felt especially nice around her crotch and bum. She was pleased that Bob had bought the suit one size too small as she enjoyed the slightly tight feeling, but not so tight that she couldn't feel the vinyl moving against her otherwise nudity.

Bob was wearing navy blue plastic trousers and a matching blue top with white arms which gave it a nautical look. Suzi had chosen his outfit, which he loved, but was a little uncomfortable that it was very shiny as he felt others on the water might suspect it to be more fetish than practical sailing, but then again there was no doubting his partner's clothing was seriously kinky for all to see.

"Like this?", Suzi turned to Bob, she had tied off the rope and now had the loose end pulled tight between her legs and was girating her hips. He could see her left boob completely through the open zipped vinyl suit, her nipple teasing against the inside of the shiny material. "Someone will see you, stop it, and do yourself up", she said in a loud whisper. Suzi swapped the rope into her left hand and pulled it up hard, then slowly zipped up the suit all the way to the top with her right hand, pushing her chest out as she did so. The slightly cool black plastic made her shudder as it slid over and encased her breasts.

Suzi had taken to Bob's hobby well. She loved the local chandlery which sold lots of wet weather gear and the whole place had a strong rubbery smell because of the large number of latex based items it sold. Neither of their current clothing choices had come from that shop, it was nice to try on some oilskins and heavier there, but both of them preferred thinner unbanked plastic clothing. Sailing gave lots of opportunities for kinkyness in Suzi's view, and was the reason that Bob had taken up the hobby a few years before he met Suzi, when he was thrilled to date a young girl who wore PVC when messing about in the family dingy. She didn't have a fetish for the material, but thought shiny rainwear seemed the logical choice where getting wet was a distinct possibility. Bob certainly didn't disagree with that idea.

Bob kept a constant eye on His girlfriend as she moved around down the small deck, not just because he was hugely turned-on seeing her dressed this way, but because she refused to wear a life jacket unless the water was choppy. She was a strong swimmer, but as Bob tried to point out, that will not save you in a lot of situations. Bob always wore his life jacket but today was very calm, so Suzi wasn't.

There were several other similar boats from the sailing club on the water that day, but also a larger sailing yacht and a couple of motor boats. Periodically one would pass and all involved would give a cheery wave and "hello" or "good afternoon" if close enough. Suzi enjoyed watching people clearly staring at her plastic clad body as they went by. This afternoon's notable sightings were: several teenagers jeering and whistling at her from the big yacht, one of which was clearly trying to hide an erection in his loose shorts; what she suspected was a gay couple sunbathing face down, but totally naked, as a third man navigated their motor cruiser and was clearly ignoring Suzi in favour of a overtly warm geeeting in Bob's direction; and finally, a dingy passed by VERY close with a pair of young women onboard, one of whom was wearing a shiny black PVC bikini which both Bob an Suzi enjoyed seeing, and to top it all (or not!)the other woman was topless.

When there were no other vessels close Bob liked to masterbate as he watched his girlfriend on deck. Sometimes slipping his hand down his trousers, sometimes rubbing the front; he was naked under the two piece plastic outfit, which he was pleased that Suzi had chosen in a reasonably thin material.

After a sunny afternoon pottering on the water Clouds started to form, and the air took on a chilly note as the wind picked up. Bob was getting worried, "watch this weather Suz, its starting to get choppy", she looked up, her long dark hair was swirling around her face as she made her was aft towards Bob. "Sort me out love", she said, staring into his bemused eyes. "Eh?", was all Bob colud reply. Suzi held up her life jacket and grinned, and there was a noticeable relief on her boyfriend's face. The lifejacket was not the smallest design you could get, but Suzi had chosen it because it had a strap that went under the groin for extra security; she preferred to think of it as the pleasurable side of her lifejacket wearing. "Not too lose now, must make sure I am properly protected", she teased, and Bob gave a yank on the side straps to tighten it, then repeated for the lower one. The strap pulled the plastic into her crotch, shiny lines radiated out from it to show how tight it was, Suzi did an involuntary moan as she felt the belt up her arse crack, parting her vagina lips and rubbing her clitoris. "Hmmmm, thanks love", she leant over and gave Bob a kiss whilst giving his erect manhood a hard squeeze through his plastic trousers. "Better get back on course, we've lost the win", she said playfully as she returned to tend to the sails. She realised that the strap was probably too tight as she moved as it was actually quite painful, but she decided not to loosen it, not yet anyway.

The wind was now quite strong and it was raining hard, both sailors were now quite cold, their thin plastic outfits kept them dry, but couldn't keep them warm. Bob shouted above the storm, "go inside and get changed into something warmer, I'll hold her on course, then we can swap."
Suzi was pleased at this suggestion and hurried into the small cabin, her suit squeaked with the wet as she squeezed through the small cabin entrance. Inside was small: bench seats on each side of a table, which could be removed, a small toilet at the back with a flip-down basin and a wardrobe/cupboard next to the toilet. At the back of the cupboard was a door which allowed access to the engine compartment. In the cupboard as a bag containing the clothes that Bob had packed for the day's sailing - He was always keen to be prepared for all eventualities. On top of the hold-all was Suzi's clear plastic jacket, the first item he bought for her before she knew she would go on to be a plastic rainwear fanatic. She stripped off. Suzi had a ritual of burying her face in the crotch of her trousers and inhaling hard; for some reason she was turned on by her own, and Bob's, underwear odour, especially if worn for a long period. Although the suit protected her from the rain, she was still damp from sweat, so towelled herself off. She stood naked in the cabin, not caring if anyone could see her through the small round windows, or the door to the deck, although given the weather it is likely that anyone on the water would be fully occupied crewing their own vessel. Suzi was not keen on not wearing plastic, so she slipped on a pair of blue transparent knickers and her jelly jacket, then a pair of jeans, and blue and white striped jumper and finally her heavier weight yellow PVC rainsuit. Finally she put the life vest back on and proceeded back to the deck to relive her boyfriend.

Bob gave instruction to keep her on an even heading out to the lake centre, this was away from the other boats that were all scurrying for the shore, but meant that she didn't have to negotiate any obstacles and, providing the wind didn't change, would not lose control. Bob dropped into the little cabin. Suzi had left the hold-all open on the table. He unclipped his life jacket, peeled off his suit and towelled himself off. He spotted Suzi's suit in a pile on the floor. He looked around. She was steering the boat as instructed, so he grabbed the outfit and sunk his face deep into the inside-out crotch. The smell was ecstasy and he got an immediate erection from the aroma of Suzi and plastic combined, especially as she had been wearing the suit for several hours. He couldn't help himself, he slipped the suit on and masterbated. At first he zipped it up all the way - it was very tight, but slippery from her perspiration. He unzipped it so that he could take his cock in hand and was about to come when a voice came from behind him, "ship ahoy, what are you up to you kinky bastard?", Suzi quizzed, "I'll thank you to get out of my clothes and get dressed quick, we have a bit of an issue here".

Bob dressed quickly and was still clipping his life jacket on as he emerged on deck, the wind direction had changed and the dingy was being buffetted and the sails were flopping, producing no thrust. The large yacht from earlier was heading straight their way. Because Suzi was on her own she was able to turn the sail in to wind and steer at the same time. It was possible for an experienced sailor, but she wasn't experienced enough yet.
"Keep her steady", Bob shouted over the wind, and went forwards to coax some wind into the sail. The yacht was bearing down fast, she was under engine power with her sails stowed, and because of the poor visibility, inexperience crew and her bow height, had not seen the little dingy. Bob wrenched at the rope and ducked as the yard arm swung, wind caught the sail and Suzi felt the wheel spin in her hands, "hold her steady Suz", Bob shouted. The yacht was heading straight for them, and they were heading straight for it, "Hard port NOW!!!", shouted BOb, his girlfriend froze, "left, LEFT, go LEFT", Bob was madly pointing towards shore, the little boat's bow swung to port, but the yacht was on them, there was an almighty thud and both Suzi and Bob were knocked off their feet. Luckily there was no hull damage except a long scrape down the starboard side, but Bob was in the water having tripped backwards he had fallen over the port side. The little dingy bump into him as it was shoved by the bigger vessel, Suzi shouted, "Bob, where are you, Bob?". She couldn't see anyone on deck or in the water, had Bob's lifejacket failed to work? He wasn't a strong swimmer, he would struggle in his heavy rain gear. She swung the boat and tried to retrace her steps, but lost the wind and started to drift. Then she heard a banging sound coming from the rear of the boat, had someone else collided? Did they hit Bob in the water?, she turned, but to her relief she saw her boyfriend clambering aboard, the noise was him trying to get a purchase on the slippery surface. "Weigh anchor", he said in a weary voice, "see that rope? Pick up the metal bit on the end and throw it over the side", SuI complied. The rope ran out.
"Now pull and see if it will hold", Suzi pulled the rope and after a few metres it stopped and wouldn't come in any more.
"Good work", he said, "now tie it off".
By the time she had finished Bob was fully aboard and Suzi threw her arms around him, "I thought I had lost you".
"You don't get rid of me that easily", he smiled. "Let's get that sail in as quick as we can then I need to get dried off". The two worked quickly and soon both were huddled in the tiny cabin, the door was closed and it felt cosy compared to the wet and wind outside. Bob stripped off and Suzi dried him. The only towel they had was damp from earlier, but better than nothing. The little boat had no galley; the Commodore who ran the sailing club had insisted such things lead to people wanting to borrow the boats for overnight "nefarious" reasons, not having a galley meant they were just day boats. His wife knew it was because he wouldn't fork out the extra £14,000 per boat. The good news for the young couple was that without a galley the small table could be removed from its base, put between the bench seats and, using the seat backs, be turned into a large double bed covering the whole cabin. The Commodore was not aware of this "feature"!!!
Bob and Suzi snuggled up naked on the bed, using dry clothes and a blanket they found in the cupboard to cover up with. There was no heater, but Bob had a flask of hot chocolate, which the pair guzzled with great delight.
The boat tossed on the choppy water. Bob had made sure all the exterior lights were on to warn others of the moored vessel; it was a bit of a risk out in the middle of the lake, but he was too cold and exhausted to try for the marina.
Bob snored.
Suzi slapped him on the cheek, "on, stop that, this room is far to small to accommodate a snoring donkey!"
Bob awoke with a start, "what's up? Where are we? Why-d you wake me, eh?"
Suzi pinched his nipple, "coz you were snoring like a hyena!"
"I don't snore, don't be silly"
She pinched him harder, "well it's either than or someone has hidden wild animals in this boat!"
Bob smiled, "the are no wild animals in here", he lifted the cover and looked around as if to check.
"Speak for yourself", Suzi replied, "I can be pretty wild", and she bit his nipple.
Bob slapped her naked buttock, "leave my nipples alone you mad woman!"
"I'm no mad woman, I'm a wild cat, reowwww", she made a cat like motion and scratched her nails down his torso.
He slapped her bottom again.
She poked him in the side.
He slapped her other cheek, but much harder, the sound rung out through the small space.
"Ow!", she said, looking hurt.
"What's that, cat woman can dish it out but can't take it in return?", Bob said playfully.
"Right", she said, screwing up her face, "no more miss nice."
She scratched his back hard with one hand and grabbed his cock with the other.
Bob returned by thrusting his had between her legs and grabbing her bottom whilst biting down on her nipple.
She pushed back and slapped him across the face.
Bob pinched her bottom quite hard, she slapped him again, so he rolled her on her front and tried to grab her hands, but she fought hard and he wasn't able to pin her down.
She grabbed her clear plastic jacket, which was next to the bed, and managed to pin her boyfriend down, sitting astride him, she wrapped the jacket around his face and held it down so he couldn't breathe.
He pushed Suzi up in attempt to get her off, but she resisted, however he shifted enough to get a breath before she replaced the plastic mask. He was erect and entered her, she tried to resist, "not yet, she said", and slapped him across the face, again releasing her grip long enough for more air.
He held her hips tightly so she couldn't get him out of her, the motion of their writhing was amplified by the pitching of the boat in the storm.
Bob suddenly realised he needed air again, but Suzi wasn't budging, had she forgotten, was she caught in the moment, he panicked and threw her sideways. The jacket dropped and he sat up gasping, "Jes Suz, you could have suffocated me!"
"What's up whimp, didn't trust me eh? I'm disappointed", she sounded cross, but then jumped up and attempted to get the jacket back on his face.
Bob put an arm across his face and slapped Suzi, she looked shocked.
"Too far?", he said apologetically, she giggled and slapped him back, "gotcha!"
Bob saw his moment and grabbed the jacket, he managed to get one of Suzi's arms into the sleeve before she realised what he was doing. He grabbed her other wrist and pushed it back to try to get it into the other arm hole. Suzi fought back so Bob pushed her onto the bed and used all his strength to get her to comply. The jacket was on and he zipped it right up to the top, Suzi must have been letting him do this as she had ample time to fight him off as he tried to connect the two ends of the zip.
Bob pinned her down by the arms either side of Suzi's head and forced his cock into her wet vagina. She appeared to be trying hard to get free, but in fact was pleasuring herself with is dick, getting him as deep as she could. He lay forward on her, biting a nipple through her plastic jacket whilst thrusting and continuing to pin her arms down by the wrists. In one quick motion he grabbed his plastic trousers from the floor next to him and placed them across his girlfriend's face, having to release one of her arms as he did so. She used the free hand to work the plastic around, trying to get the inside crotch of the garment onto her head. Bob saw what she was doing and helped by pulling the trousers fully over her head like a hood with the place where his cock had been in contact with her nose. She held the waist around her neck tightly, Bob let her other arm go and used his hands to seal off the legs, the shiny material rose and fell as Suzi drew in the scent of Bob and plastic whilst becoming aroused even more by the sensation. Bob sat back with his hands on his girlfriend's knees, arched his back and pounded his cock into her as hard as he could. suzi used both hands to pull the trouser crotch tight across her face, she was becoming desperate for air, but suddenly filled with the urge not to release herself until Bob had made her come. She started to feel feint, but pulled the plastic even tighter and arched her back on the bed. Bob exploded inside her, she felt the motion of the cum deep inside her and came herself, but continued to deprive herself of air until she had stopped juddering from the sexual release and the pleasure had started to subside. She loosened her grip enough for cool oxygen to seep in and gasped at it as it did. She lay there panting with the trousers loosely over her face. Suddenly she felt deprived of air again, Bob was kissing her through the plastic.
The room seemed very bright as Suzi removed her hood. Bob was still astride her and in her, but she could feel he was no longer totally hard. He withdrew and lay down next to her.
She placed a clear plastic clad arm across her boyfriend's chest and snuggled in to him.
Outside the storm had not abated but the two lovers both fell asleep.
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Re: Sailing (explicit)

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I like it ! Three of my favourite subjects, fetish clothing, sex and sailing ! Well done and I hope there's more to cum
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Re: Sailing (explicit)

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Just like 'rubberdee' favourite subjects fetish clothes and sex,wonderful.
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