Mackintosh experience on the tube

[Janine]

During December I visited London from a drought stricken, dry, mackintosh less Johannesburg for Christmas and had an incredible experience on the tube which set the tone for a magic visit back to my home.
I had arranged to meet like-minded friends for the night and was accordingly “dressed for pleasure” – an ensemble of latex/leather covered by my favorite vintage rubber lined black taffeta mackintosh – lined with real soft and supple red rubber (not the pseudo rubber that the macks are lined with nowadays!) and with a full skirt and deep pockets. The coach was already crowded when I boarded at King’s Cross and standing room only. My left hand was tightly gripping the strap above me whilst I tightly clasped my overnight bag in my right hand as I concentrated on maintaining my footing amongst the crush. I suddenly felt a very tentative hand exploring the fabric of the mack covering my bottom and though to myself “here’s a mackintosh lover”. Do I make a fuss or do I make someone’s day! I decided on the latter – not a difficult decision for me!. I then felt the person push up closer to me and the unmistaken feel of an erection rubbing against my mackintosh clad bottom. I couldn’t turn round and had no idea who the person was or what he looked like but the erection was very emphatic and strangely, I was actually fascinated and becoming turned on as he rubbed his penis up against me in time, as it were to the swaying of the carriage. At the next stop the carriage became even more crowded and the seducer pushed himself up against me even more tightly. I started to respond and pushed back against him. Next thing I felt a hand entering my right hand mackintosh pocket and slowly wend its way like a glove to my crotch and pull me closer to him. By this time not only was I getting thoroughly worked up but also enjoying the seduction? Slowly the hand exerted pressure on my crotch and began to slowly rub me through the mackintosh lining and the latex underwear that I was wearing at the same time keeping up a surreptitious sliding slowly to and fro on my bottom. I started to slowly gyrate my crotch in time to the movement of my seductor and the swaying of the carriage. I closed my eyes and immersed myself completely in the moment. I wanted to cum but was worried that I would reach my destination at High Street, Kensington too soon. I sensed that my seductor was also approaching some sort of climax as the pressure on my crotch increased and I could feel his erection sliding harder along my bottom. He held me tighter and I had no doubt that he was ejaculating in his underwear the thought of which caused me to reach a massive climax myself as I struggled to maintain my decorum. I could tell by his action that he too had cum and neither of us moved for a while until he withdrew his hand from my pocket and we remained in tight body to body proximity to each other. As the train drew in to my destination and the crowded carriage surged forward I thought that I would get a glimpse of my seductor but no such luck. We both went our individual way, he with a full load of sperm in his underwear and me with a well lubricated pussy and I have no idea who he was or what he looked like other than a very impressive erection.
I have the notion that he may be a mackintosh enthusiast and perhaps, just perhaps, even a member of this group. If so if he returns or describes the embroidered handkerchief which he removed from my mackintosh pocket, either as a souvenir or to clean up before he returned to his wife or partner!, I will promise him a night of face to face pleasure on the inside of my mackintosh which he will find very hard to forget.
Don’t let anyone tell you that London is not exciting. Alas I am back in Johannesburg and mackintosh prospects are not that good. But I will return for a visit in July.
Keep mackintoshes alive.
Love you all
Janine

[blackmacjay]

This story reminds me of one I heard 50 years ago and it went like this.

A friend of mine was on a tube train and it was crowded. Then, all of a sudden, he's face to face with a beautiful woman and he grins and she grins back.

She seems to move closer and he opens his top coat and he feels a hand around his soon-to be erect penis. And he smiles and she smiles back.

The train comes to a station and the lady leaves him while he looks down and sees an old man grinning and playing with my friends cock.

He swore it was true and knowing my friend it just could be.