Breakdown (explicit, hand written, no AI)

[Cherie]

I genuinely felt sorry for her, stuck in the freezing rain, in the pitch black with a tyre wrecked by a pothole. I pulled in front of her car and fumbled on the back seat for my black PVC full-length raincoat. I was buttoning it up as I stepped out of the car, the icy wind took my breath away. The poor woman was crouched down trying to undo the wheel nuts, her hands were white from the cold, but her face was red from the exertion. Her pink plastic see-through jacket was doing a good job of keeping her top half dry, but her denim shorts were soaked and her legs were just running with icy rain.

“can I help?”, I asked, not wanting to assume she would hand the reins to a man.
Her face was giving me mixed messages but the words were clear enough, “see if you can shift those sodding bolts”.
She stepped back to allow me access to the jack, I don’t know if the jacket stuck to her bare arms due to the effort or if rain had made its way under the plastic, but she looked as if she had had enough.
“Hop in the car and try to warm up a bit”, I suggested.
She looked at me as if she was not taking orders from a man, but then climbed in the driver’s door and turned on the engine to create heat.

The bolts were in solid and it took all my strength to shift them. Unfortunately the last one of the five was a locking nut, and needed the key adapter. I went round to the drivers side and threw myself in.
“Excuse me!”, she said indignantly.
I was pleased she still had the vinyl jacket on, “sorry, do you know where the locking wheel nut adapter is?”
I noticed she had a blanket draped across her lap and her denim shorts were hung over one of the air vents, but being an aficionado of such things, I immediately recognised the tell talk sign of a pair of clear plastic pants under the shorts. The idea that she was sitting naked from the waist down on the soft leather seats and appeared to have been possibly clad in adult baby pants made me so turned on.
She looked a bit angry, with a side order of embarrassed.
“In there”, she pointed to the glove box.
The door was stiff and came open with a jerk, knocking the wet shorts from the vent, leaving the plastic knickers dangling in plain view.
The woman grabbed them quickly and stuffed them under the blanket, “look can you hurry please, I have places to be”.
I couldn’t help wondering where those pants were right now.

The rain tried its hardest to soak me, but my Mac kept me as dry as a bone, except my hands and face. I hauled the damaged wheel back into the boot of the woman’s car, and returned the jack to its storage area next to it.

I hoped back into the passengers seat, “all done”.
The woman seemed angry, “thank you very much, you can go now”.
The denim shorts were back on the vent drying, but there was no sign of the PVC underwear.
“I just need to pop this back in the glovebox”, I held up the locking wheel nut and opened the small door.
She glared at me with the blanket still on her lap. Her plastic jacket seemed a lot drier and some colour had return to her skin in the warmth of the car.
I knew it was time to leave, but I just wanted to be there. It wasn’t just her shiny jacket and pants that attracted me, she had long dark hair and eyes that you could get lost in forever. Yes, she wasn’t a small girl, but I felt a strong attraction even though she was putting out angry vibes.

I realised that she must be feeling vulnerable and possibly even a bit scared, after all, there was a strange man in her car while she was semi naked. The gentlemanly thing to do was to leave now.

I opened the door and the wind wrenched it from my hand as a torrential downpour started far worse than anything else we had suffered that night. I went to step out, but the woman put her arm across me and grabbed the door, together we wrestled it shut.
Her plastic clad arm brushed my face as she lunged and I’m a bit ashamed to say a little bit of cum came out in the excitement.

‘Wait a few moments, you can’t possibly go out in that”, she said, “it’ll clear a bit soon enough”.
She hadn’t noticed that the blanket had slipped slightly as she had moved, revealing the shiny underwear she was now wearing.
She must have spotted my gaze and quickly covered herself before turning a shade of cherry red.
“Look, I er, oh just piss off”, she hissed angrily.
I took a punt, “look let me show you something”, and started to unbutton my own Mac.
She looked angry and a bit frightened.
“Oh no, don’t worry, it’s not like that, I promise”, oh God did I want it to be exactly that if she would consent, but I knew I had to be careful and do nothing that she wouldn’t agree to.
I put two fingers down the front of my black denim jeans and fumbled a few moments, making sure in was to the side and no way looking like I was getting my dick out.
I pulled out the top of my own plastic pants until a couple of inches of see-through blue vinyl and elasticated waistband showed.
She stared and said nothing.

The lack of response told me I was getting no where, so I tucked the PVC away and opened the door to leave.
Her hand on my shoulder stopped me.
I looked back.
She gave a shy look, then slid the blanket aside, revealing her wearing the clear plastic pants with nothing underneath, but her hand was placed to cover her modesty where it counts.
My reaction down below was instant.
I closed the door and shook water from my arm that had been outside for a few seconds.
Could this really be happening? No girl has ever accepted my desires for shiny rainwear and plastic pants, but here in front of me is a woman who has actively chosen exactly that for herself and seems to be warming to the idea of me being there.

The first kiss was heavenly. There was something very erotic about the smell in the car, a mixture of PVC from both our outfits, dampness and her. I felt a zing as my held her waist as we embraced, the soft and smooth plastic of her rain jacket felt so good.

The front of her car was awkward and cramped, so I am relieved when she suggests there might be more room in the back of my mini van. The rain had let up a little and we agree to make the dash. I agreed to go fist to unlock and open the door as a gentleman. I dart out and into the back of my van, holding the door and watching her, plastic hood up, make the short trip towards me. We fell into the big seats at the back of my car.
“Oh fuck, I forgot my shorts”, she laughed, “be a dear and go back and get them for me, I feel a bit vulnerable in just these”, she smoothed the see through vinyl of her pants, no longer covering herself so I could see the lovely plastic pulled against her smooth pussy.

As I grabbed the damp denim shorts a horrible thought crossed my mind. That this was all a dream and that when I got back to my car she would be gone, just a figment of my perverted imagination so desperate for female companionship that I dreamt up this impossibly sexy situation.

As I climbed back through the sliding door of my car something was indeed missing. It was the girl’s tee shirt. She had a mischievous look on her face as she sat on the back seat with her legs apart and huge boobs heaving under the clear plastic of the jacket that she had put back on and zipped up all the way. Her hood was up and she was teasing its drawstrings, “get your kit off now, I want to see what I am dealing with”.

I undid my black PVC raincoat and placed it carefully next to the girl, shiny side up. She caressed it with her hand, “and the rest, all of it”, she demanded.
I unbuttoned my white shirt and started to fold it.
“Stop delaying and get naked”, she demanded, grabbing the shirt from me and throwing it to the floor.

I had spent many months converting my mini van into a tiny camper. Where the middle seats had been was now a space for a table and small cooking area to the side. The third row of bench seats at the back remained which was where the woman sat commanding me. The roof was taller than a normal car, but not high enough to fully stand up, so getting undressed was quite awkward. I undid the top button of my jeans, about to unzip the fly, “you know we don’t even know each others names, I’m Dave”, the comment seemed out place but I was hoping to know what lovely name this girl went by, it seemed the right thing to do.
“Stop stalling and get those off”, she pointed to my jeans.
She already knew of my unconventional underwear, but for some reason I felt very self conscious all of a sudden. I had never revealed my liking for plastic pants to anyone, let alone allowed them to see me in them. I realised that I had chosen a pair that morning that have a thin lace elastic around the legs which she was likely to find a turn off along with my distinctly average size manhood that was about to come into view. I felt inadequate suddenly, especially in the face of such a sexy woman who was clearly way over my league, oh and did I already mention her huge tits that strained inside her zipped up PVC jacket?

I concentrated on looking at the woman’s naked body under her see through pants and rain jacket, keen to feel the few droplets of rain still on her naked legs, as a way to keep my dick stiff in the face of an embarrassing reveal that might otherwise deflate the situation.
My cock strained hard against my own plastic pants, the feeling of restraint in them added to my hardness.

I was naked, upright, but on my knees due to the height problem, wearing only my blue frilly vinyl underwear, “take them off”, she demanded.
I felt a bit disappointed but did as directed. Removing them was difficult in my position, but eventually they pinged off over my foot.
“Throw them to me”, she commanded.
Now fully nude I was suddenly aware of being on public display in the lit back of the van. It was still pitch black outside with nobody around, but still I felt self conscious.
She took my smooth a slippery briefs from me then proceeded to rub them into her face with over exaggerated intakes of breath as she pushed her hand down over her plastic clad pussy.
I nearly lost my load over the rough carpet of the camper carpet, no longer sealed under blue vinyl.
Her hand was working ever harder between her legs and she started to let out small moans as she touched herself and continued to rub my plastic pants into her face.
I grabbed my dick, desperate for relief from the erotic vision, yet desperate to hold off coming to prolong the ecstasy of the situation.
“Get your hand off that”, she hissed, don’t you dare touch yourself unless I tell you to.
Just watching her was divine, but being denied my own stimulus was excruciating and I had to touch myself again.
She stopped what she was doing and lunched forward off the seat, in the confined space the hem of her jacket brushed my dick as she passed by me and pushed me onto the warm seat that she had just vacated. I turned to face her expecting to see her where I was a few moments ago, but she was virtually on top of me, her PVC outfit sliding over my naked body as she worked.
I was trapped, the rear seatbelts were pulled to their maximum length and restrained my arms so I was unable to my move.
She parted my legs then sat back on her knees and continued to pleasure herself with her hand and my briefs, in that moment I was jealous of the blue plastic pants, wishing it was me being forced into her face.

I was enjoying watching her in front of me, but my dick was aching for action. I wanted to plant my face in her plastic covered pussy, then pull her pants down and taste her sweaty clit, and the thought of her getting wetter and steamier under the clear plastic was driving me wild.
I could see droplets of perspiration building and damp areas where her skin was tight against the shiny material.
She worked her hand hard with two fingers under the pants and the rest of her hand onside, causing the elasticated waist to stretch as she pleasured herself.

I felt a bit like a spectator on the action. She was clearly having all the fun but I was denied physical contact, deriving all my pleasure from the view, she didn’t seem to even be looking at me at all, with her eyes closed and smothering her nose and mouth in my plastic pants.

She started to shake, her lovely tits bounced inside the vinyl jacket and the movement of her nipples was mesmerising. Her actions got stronger and stronger, the long black hair trapped under her hood and flowing down her naked back was tangled and damp from her exertions.
Suddenly she shouted out, “VANESSA, my name is Vanessa, watch me come bitch”.
She notably hardened her attack on her pussy and arched her back pushing her huge chest tight across the clear pink plastic. Her face was running with perspiration from being trapped in shiny vinyl, her body shook uncontrollably. My dick was hard as concrete and seemed to be staining towards Vanessa as if trying to get a piece of the action.
Any thoughts of someone seeing us from outside was now impossible due to the steamed up windows. The aroma in my mini van was intoxicating, overwhelmed by warm plastic and perspiration. I looked longingly at my own PVC raincoat that had been knocked to the floor, wishing I had the foresight to sit on it before my incarceration, longing to touch Vanessa and he vinyl outfit.

The woman was a machine, with levels of frantic writhing that just got more and more with no end in sight. I had never known a woman take so long to come but she was totally lost in her own world, seemingly ignoring me, but then that comment about watching made me wonder if she was getting off on being seen to masterbate wildly. Her moans turned into loud screams, if anyone walked by they would assume Vanessa was being murdered, but only her clit was under attack and needing every hard rub she could muster.

I decided to release myself and worked an arm free, but always keeping an eye on the performance in front of me. I grabbed my Mac and stuffed it shiny side down over my solid member, the feeling an instant relief.
“Stop that now, watch me you little shit”, Vanessa shouted, clearly watching me watching her. I returned my hand to the belt to feign capture, but left the raincoat draped over my lap and able to revel in the feeling of the material on my cock.
Vanessa was now holding one of the grab handles, with her left hand, above the door where seats used to be, her right still down her plastic pants and clearly she was now struggling to create the force needed to orgasm, but that didn’t stop her trying.

While Vanessa was distracting herself I slipped my other hand out of the belt. As she seemed to have her eyes shut, I dove forward and behind her. I slipped my hand down her pants from behind, the back of her plastic jacket pressed seductively into my chest and I rubbed my face against her vinyl hood covered head and my fingers between her legs, Vanessa didn’t reject my advances and pushed herself back onto me, “harder”, she demanded.
She could not have failed to notice my rock hard dick in the small of her back. As my right hand worked her, Vanessa put hers behind and grabbed my dick, pulling it down towards the waist band of her soft and shiny pants. With my left hand I eased them down and she parted her legs, but that made her underwear snap back up. She fell forward on her hands, “don’t stop”.
I would dearly like to have looked at her exposed arse and pussy under the plastic knickers, but the position of my right arm prevented it, so with my left hand I pulled the hem of her panty leg aside and felt between her butt cheeks. Despite the size of my mini van the act we were performing was tricky. I eased my manhood under the plastic leg and let my helmet touch her bum hole, she pushed me lower and arched her back. My dick found her pussy and slipped in. The need to keep constant pressure with my right hand meant hat I had to be pressed into her plastic clad back, the aroma of hot PVC and her sweat added to the passion.
I was unable to get a rhythm going but was content just to feel my cock deep inside her and loved the way she was clearly close to climax because of me rubbing her clit now furiously, although my hand was beginning to ache.

Vanessa pushed my hand from between her legs and replace it with her own. I was now able to push deeper into her, the view of my cock going in and out dragging the elasticated plastic with it was almost too much to bear. The see through vinyl of her jacket clung to her naked skin as the sweat steamed the inside of it. I think my presence was adding to her excitement, it was difficult to tell as she was working her clit hard with her right hand while bracing herself against the back seat with her left. Suddenly I felt her pussy squeeze hard on my dick, her body shook and she threw her head back and screamed out in ecstasy, at which point my cock exploded and I too shuddered in the delightful sensation.

I stayed inside her, not wishing for the feeling to ever end. Every now and again she shuddered more and let out a moan, each time decreasing from the last, like waves disappearing on the beach. I fell forward and hugged her PVC clad back, allowing my hands to go round her front and cup her lovely tits that were straining inside the plastic jacket. She pushed her head back into my face and my right hand slipped between her legs once more. As soon as my finger touched her clit her whole body tensed, but she didn’t stop me. I was done, semi erect inside her, and depleted of juice, but there was no reason for her not to come again.

Thankfully Vanessa’s first orgasm made the second one less of a marathon, she started to shake almost as soon as I applied pressure and a circular motion to her clit, feeling her swollen lips between my fingers and mercilessly pressed my naked body deep into her soft shiny back, revelling in the sound of shifting plastic and watching the dim light dancing on the folds of plastic as she moved. Her legs tightened causing her to almost expel my dick but I pushed back, now once again fully hard inside her. She shook uncontrollably and gasped for air as I stopped my rubbing but left my finger pressed hard against her as she panted and winced at the pleasure that rippled through her body.

After a few moments I noticed my legs had gone to sleep and desperately needed to move. I eased out of her noticing cum flowing out and into her plastic panties as the elasticated leg snapped back into place. She turned around, sitting on the floor with her back against the rear seats, her feet just touched the back of the front seats. I sat next to her, making sure my arm was pressed up against her plastic covered sleeve. We were both wet and panting. I turned sideways to look at her but was greeted by the sight of her huge boobs trapped inside the jacket, but now her nipples seemed to be hard as rock and created a seductive dimple in the shiny material.

I waited a few moments the slid my hand down the from of her plastic panties, “oh God no”, she said, but offered no resistance as my fingers found their target once more. This time she screwed her face almost immediately, I’m not sure if it was pain or pleasure, most likely a bit of each, but she arched her back and head and gasped. I was gentle but firm. Vanessa’s left hand grabbed my plastic pants from the floor and wrapped them around my dick, squeezing hard as she did.

“Put them on”, she demanded, “but don’t stop touching me”.
It was a struggle to get my legs into the blue plastic pants in the confined space, especially as I was scolded if my right hand stopped rubbing between Vanessa’s legs. I raised my bottom off the floor to slip the underwear on, delighting in being made to wear them, and as soon as they were on the girl put her hand over my dick, now under the shiny plastic.
My upper right arm was pushed against her left boob as my hand worked her clit once again, the feeling of the slippery jacket material moving against my bare skin was exquisite as she writhed in pleasure.
My manhood was now fully erect at being held tight through the PVC material.
Vanessa screamed agin, “don’t stop you fucking bastard or I’ll rip your cock off”.
There was a lot of anger in her voice which I don’t think was just for effect, I pressed extra hard as best I could, but my hand was once again starting to ache.

Suddenly she parted her legs, drew them up, and grabbed them under her things, revealing the full extent of her swollen pussy under her see through pants, which were glass clear with no colour at all affording an unrestricted view. I rolled to the right and placed my left hand between her legs, all the time making sure my right didn’t stop.
I massaged her wet labia under the plastic then slid my hand down to work my fingers around her bum, pressing to make the damp PVC go inside her, she didn’t resist, although the tightness of the pants meant the material would only go in about a centimetre.

The view of her pussy fully exposed, apart from where my fingers covered her clit, was very arousing. Although my cock was no longer receiving attention, the tight plastic pushing against my exposed purple helmet was almost enough to make me come again.
Suddenly both my hands were trapped hard between Vanessa’s legs, now drawn together tight as she orgasmed for the third time. I kept tension as best I could with both hands as waves of pleasure shot through her and slowly receded once more.

I struggled up onto the seat behind me to relieve the feeling of the hard floor that I hadn’t noticed until that moment. Vanessa was still sitting on the floor with her back to the seat, she pushed her hood down, her hair was sopping wet from the exertions, and I could smell its wonderful aroma. She turned, but instead of getting on the seat with me she roughly parted my legs and pushed my plastic covered dick into her mouth.
She played with my cock using her tongue and lips, the feeling was exquisite, I never wanted it to end, but I was powerless and soon creamy white spunk filled my pants. Rather than leave me alone she caressed my spent cock quite roughly with her hand, massaging it into the cum.
“Get back down”, she demanded, pointing to the floor.
So I slid myself off the seat until my bum was on the floor, she stood up over me as best she could in the limited height of the mini van and proceeded to push her plastic covered pussy into my face, “last time I promise”, she said as she pulled back the elasticated leg and pressed her bare flesh to my mouth.
I slid my body down on the floor until the back of my neck was supported by the front of the seat, allowing more pressure from me and more room above her head.
My tongue found its mark and she shuddered. I placed my hands around on her rounded plastic covered buttocks and pushed her harder into me. The waist hem of her plastic jacket played over my nose and eyes, partly obscuring my view of her massive tits bouncing above me and still straining against the shiny PVC. Part of me wished she would unzip the jacket and allow me to bury my face between her bare breasts, the other part revelling in seeing them trapped and shiny.
She moved her pelvis rhythmically up and down affording me just enough time to take air as I worked her clit once more. The taste was divine and the van was steeped in the aroma of plastic and Vanessa. It didn’t take long for the shaking to return and she screamed out again but as she climaxed she fell forward and trapped my face hard against her, she put her hands behind my head and pushed me in as hard as she could, I felt “if I’m going to die of suffocation this has to be the best way to go”.
Eventually her orgasm faded and she lifted herself off me and sat back on the seat.

Lift your legs, “I said”, then pulled on a recessed handle under the seat cushion that pulled out a board to make a small double bed. I ushered Vanessa forward then placed the back rest cushion on the board. From under the front of the seat I opened a door and pulled out some bedding. Despite the space heater being on Vanessa shivered. I offered her a small towel and she finally peeled off the jacket and slipped out of her pants then dried herself. I picked up my own mac and offered it to her, unlike the jacket it was lined and would offer some additional warmth. She slipped it on a buttoned it up, but even though it was a bit big for her, her tits once again stood out under the shiny black PVC. We lay in bed, me naked and spooning her in my PVC raincoat. The feeling was lovely, but after all the exertion I soon fell asleep.

A bright shard of morning sun hit me in the eye and I woke up squinting. My Mac was lying empty in the bed. Vanessa had gone. Her plastic jacket, tee shirt and denim shorts were not there. I stumbled into my jeans and tee shirt as best I could, then slid open the side door to be greeted by freezing cold air. I stepped out. She was gone. Her car was gone. Was this all a wonderful dream? How could she have climbed out the tiny bed and got out of the van without waking me? My loins ached in remembrance of the sex, but the more I thought about it the more I suspected it had all been a dream because what are the chances of finding such a beautiful woman, not just willing, but wanting to wear plastic on bare skin. It was not real. Time to go home.

I climbed into the driver’s seat and there, on the steering wheel, were a pair of glass clear plastic pants. Not mine. Vanessa’s. I held them up and there on the front was a lipstick mark in the shape of a kiss in her shade. My own blue PVC pants disappeared, never to be seen again. I like to think that maybe she snuggles into them at night as I do with hers in remembrance. Maybe one day we’ll meet again, I do hope so.

The end

[Nylon macs]

I genuinely felt sorry for her, stuck in the freezing rain, in the pitch black with a tyre wrecked by a pothole. I pulled in front of her car and fumbled on the back seat for my black PVC full-length raincoat.

I climbed into the driver’s seat and there, on the steering wheel, were a pair of glass clear plastic pants. Not mine. Vanessa’s. I held them up and there on the front was a lipstick mark in the shape of a kiss in her shade. My own blue PVC pants disappeared, never to be seen again. I like to think that maybe she snuggles into them at night as I do with hers in remembrance. Maybe one day we’ll meet again, I do hope so.

The end

Wow lovely story very sexy .
Thanks for sharing

[JoPVC]

A very beautiful story. I would love to share my love of PVC raincoats with a woman who shares the same fantasy.

[Countryman107]

Brilliant story