More from t' mill by cammacg

[cammacg]

More from t’ Mill
Chapter One
I had been working at the mill in Rochdale for about two years now. I had outgrown the humiliation that was imposed upon me by the women in the packing room, and even though I wanted to run through the room, when I needed to pass that way, I managed to smile at my one time tormentors, and gain a little of the self assurance that I should have had in those early days. I had not become at all friendly with any of the women. In fact, most of them frightened me to death.
So it was a total surprise to be passed a note from Lucy, the girl whose pussy was clamped over my mouth, during my initiation. She said, she wondered if I fancied a drink with her, one evening after work. Well, I thought, why not? I didn’t even have to think about it, I glanced around the room till I saw her, she was watching me like a hawk, and so all I needed to do was nod, and smile, my agreement .
I knew well, that it might not be what it seemed. I was only too aware that she was a few years older than I, but what the hell. It was only for a drink, wasn’t it?
It was arranged that we would meet up in two days time, on the Friday evening, quite near the town centre. I was there early, resplendent in sports jacket and slacks, looking quite spruced up, and clean. I waited for a short while. Not over anxious. Not over expectant either. Then there she was. Striding towards me, with a smile on her face. Maybe she didn’t expect me to turn up.
Her hair was worn out of the ponytail that she usually sported, and was hanging loose, down to her shoulders, and shone in the evening light. She was wearing black shoes, with a slight heel. But what took my breath away, was the long, navy blue rubber lined, satin mackintosh. She didn’t so much as walk, as shimmered her way along the footpath.
When she reached me, she caught hold of my left hand, and raised herself up on her tip toes, and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
She said, “I didn’t think you’d come”,
I replied, that “ I wouldn’t miss it for world’s”. And I meant it too.
When I asked her where she would like to go, she said that she had to meet her friend Hazel in The Sportsman’s Arms, as she owed her some money, and seeing as it was pay day, she would pay it back. I said that that was fine with me, it would do as a start. I told her how stunning she looked, and she linked her arm in mine as we set off on the short walk to the pub. It was the first time I had been so close to a woman in a rubber mack, and I was over the moon.
The bar wasn’t full, as it was still fairly early, and we headed for a table on the side wall, with a long seat with a back rest, that looked more comfortable than the chairs. She moved in behind the table as I went to the bar. When I had bought the drinks, I returned to her to see that she had taken off her mack, and I could see she was wearing a very pretty dress in pale blue. I went to take the seat across from her, but she said, “come and sit beside me”, so I edged my way around the table so that I could slip right down next to her.
She had folded her mackintosh, with the navy blue rubber lining on the outside, and had it draped across her lap. I sat with both my hands up on the table, around the pint glass of Guinness, as we began the small talk. She was easy to chat to, and had a ready smile, that lit up her face. It was a very pleasant experience, and something quite new to me to feel relaxed in a woman’s company.
As we continued to talk, she took hold of my left hand and eased it off the table, down onto her lap, in fact right onto the rubber surface of her mack. As she talked animatedly, she was moving my hand around, so it was stroking the rubber, and at one stage she turned my hand over so that it was facing palm down, and now I could feel the cold rubber surface with the palm of my hand. She knew exactly what she was doing, but with the chatting, it was done so innocently. I loved it.
A short while had passed, when Lucy declared that Hazel had arrived.
If I thought Lucy looked stunning in her satin rubber lined mackintosh, then Hazel complimented her perfectly. She was wearing a dark red cotton, rubber lined mack, and as she began to unfasten it, to remove it, I could see a lighter pink rubber lining. I was almost spellbound. I did the gentleman thing, and got up to get Hazel a drink. As I made my way to the bar, she slid into my seat, no doubt to get all the gossip about the evening , thus far. As I stood at the bar, I realised that Hazel didn’t work at the mill, and that she might not have known that Lucy and I were going out tonight. It also gave me a chance to look at her, in a casual manner.
She appeared to be a couple of years younger than Lucy, so I surmised that the age difference between the three of us was roughly equal. Hazel had fair hair where Lucy’s hair was black, but I guessed they were similar in height, and she was wearing a yellow dress, with a white cardigan over the top of it.
I soon had the drink, and was back at the table. I went once more to take the chair opposite the two girls, but Hazel stood up and said
“No no, you sit here”.
She came out from behind the table and I slipped back into the seat beside Lucy, and Hazel made to sit opposite. In doing so, she finished taking off her mack, folded it,with that beautiful pink rubber facing out, and dropped it onto the bench seat, right beside me. Lucy took my hand again and held it once more , on her lap , on the top of her rubber lined mack.
The two women chatted about their day, and other titbits of gossip, it becoming apparent that they hadn’t seen each other for a day or two.
Lucy gave Hazel some folded money, and I was subjected to a cross examination, for a minute or two. After about a quarter of an hour, Hazel said that she was going, and that she would leave us alone, but I gallantly said that I didn’t mind if she stayed, seeing as this was the first time Lucy and I had been out together, and it was obvious that the two of them were good friends, and had plenty to tell each other. I really didn’t mind her staying with us, at all. So the three of us, carried on drinking and making small talk, with me surreptitiously touching Hazel’s mack, as it lay on the seat beside me.
Around the middle of the evening Lucy suggested that we bought some beer to take out, and that we all could go back to her place for a snack and more drink. Being the perfect gentleman, I helped both of the girls to put on their mackintoshes, and generally fussed around Lucy to show her how I appreciated her attentions. Really, I just wanted to get as close to those macks as I could. And so it was a happy chap that linked arms with both rubber clad females as we walked back towards the town. We bought drink at an off licence on route, and we were soon at Lucy’s house.

[mrbassman101]

@cammacg This is great ! Thank you for writing it and posting it. Can't wait for the
next rubbery instalment.
Is this fiction ? , or is there some truth and experience in there ? No matter what it really
is great to read. Thanks again.
Regards mrbassman101

[hotwilly]

Good story, promises plenty

Thanks

Off to read Part Two now

[merv]

could these stories not be kept in one thread, it would save someone having to say thanks etc several times and save those of us who arent really interested from thinking there are actually some new threads to read? the volume seems to be clogging things up at the moment

[hotwilly]

If this or any other story that runs to 3 or 4 posts were in one it would be too long to read easily in my opinion.
It is much easier to read short sharpe instalements, as it is with correct paragraphs.

I suggest that it is also easier for the author to write instalments, lets them develop the story but by bit , as per Coronation Street , East Enders - everybodies favourite serials..lol

Any body who is prepared to write & post here desreves a thankyou, I doubt I could write a good rainwear story

Willy