The Bus

[Deleted User 5375]

Content: Gentle with strong sexual references but no porn.

Rain pelted down, but Sarah was warm and dry as she stood at the bus stop. There was no shelter from the cold wind that whipped the raindrops almost horizontally, splashing powerlessly against the dark blue shiny raincoat and matching rain pants. The young teacher shrugged her shoulders and drew the collar around her neck. She heard the constant patter of driving rain against her hood; rivers of water dripped from the peak. The streetlights flickered as the torrential downpour sped through the yellow light. Despite being unaffected by the storm, Sarah was relieved to see the red double-decker approaching from the distance. The man standing a few yards away at the stop had made no move, there was no reason to be afraid, but as a young(ish) woman, alone in the dark, there was always reason to be apprehensive.

Water splashed on Sarah’s black shiny boots and up her PVC over trousers, but was of no concern. The doors hissed as they opened and the teacher’s boots clumped on the deck. The driver smiled as Sarah waved her pass over the machine by his side and a reassuring beep indicated that all was good.
“Sorry if I splashed you?”, he said, clearly eyeing her up.
“Nah, I’m fine”, she replied in a matter-of-fact way.
“You seem to be well dressed for the weather, rare to see nowadays”, the driver added.
Sarah smiled and clomped down the bus to a seat about half way down, she sat by the aisle, but the bus was empty, well at least the lower deck was. She wanted to be in view of the driver.
The man followed her on and paid with cash. He was also wearing a PVC rain suit, in black, but did not elicit any comment from the driver. He teetered and grabbed for a handle as the vehicle lurched from the stop down the windswept street.
The man moved to the back of the bus, past Sarah, and she felt uneasy not being able to see him.

The bus slowed and came to a stop. Sarah was relieved when another man boarded. He was wearing a sporting tracksuit covered with a clear PVC rain cape. He spoke to the driver for a couple of minutes before turning and gesturing. Suddenly the air was full of the voices of chatting girls as an entire sports team piled on to the bus. All were wearing outfits matching the colours of the man’s track suit; a sleeveless shirt, shorts, white sports shoes, and each was protected from the elements by a clear plastic jacket and matching trousers with a white stripe down each arm and leg. They seemed under dressed for the cold night, except for the thin PVC suits. From being empty and calm, the downstairs was now noisy and filling up in the area that Sarah was sitting. Soon a large girl stood next to the teacher and smiled a look that said “can I sit there please”. Sarah scooched across to the window seat, and almost immediately was pushed by the girl as she sat down. “Sorry hun, she said cheerily”, then turned with her back towards Sarah so that she could chat with her friends, but her soft shiny hood whipped Sarah in the face lightly, depositing some rain as it did. Sarah looked over at the happy team, clearly running on adrenaline from a successful game of something, all in their early 20’s she guessed. The teacher looked at the expanse of vinyl covered flesh on the shoulders of the girl that was pinning her in her seat, and suddenly wanted some peace and quiet, saying in a quiet but teacher-like voice that everyone knew was not to be messed with, “excuse me?”
The big girl spun her head around and smiled, then she understood that she needed to move, so stood clumsily as the bus lurched around a corner. Her plastic trousers, being sealed on the waist and ankles by elastic, sucked to the girls bare skin for a moment as the air had been forced out when she sat down. Sarah moved forward, and for a moment her face was close to the girls shiny covered crotch, with her far too tiny shorts barely covering her modesty, making Sarah all the more determined to get away.

As she made her way towards the front of the bus she swayed and had to apologise as she bumped into girl after girl, until she was at the foot of the stairs. As she came up to the top deck she was relieved to see it was empty, and found herself a seat a couple of rows back. She sat with her head down and played her hands over the now almost dry sleeves of her shiny coat. The bus lurched a few times, signalling that it has stopped momentarily.

She loved Tom very much. He was a mans man, typical in many ways, but he did have a softer side which was what attracted her to him. He would be pleased that she was home early, having faked a migraine to get out of the after school staff meeting. She undid her coat zip and pulled her PVC over trousers up over her rounded tummy some more as the elasticated waist was cutting in. She caressed the shiny covered bump, “I hope you are good and comfy in there little one, it’s pretty dark and wet out here”, she smiled to herself.

Men’s voices were heard on the stairs. Soon two figures appeared at the top of the stairs, both wearing long black shiny rubber raincoats. The first one paused, waiting for his friend to join him, then he grabbed him, making sure to hold onto a rail on the ceiling with one hand while the other slipped around the waist of the rubber clad friend and pulled him in close. The couple had a long deep kiss and clearly became lost in a loving moment. After a few moments the second man spotted Sarah and pulled back, his face was full of apology, and the couple moved to the front of the bus and sat facing the front window, Sarah smiled, “don’t mind me”, she said in a friendly voice. One of the men turned and smiled, then the couple sat snuggled together with arms around each other’s black rubber clad bodies as the bus rumbled on.

Sarah’s smile faded. Tom was a great husband, and she was sure he was going to make a super father. But there had always been something missing. Deep down the teacher knew what it was but was unwilling to face the truth. She needed to be away from those noisy girls, she needed to not be listening to that girly banter, she needed not to be pressed up against some fat girl, she needed to stop wondering what it would be like had she been not wearing those little shorts, or in fact no vest either, or to snuggle up to her warm soft body. It was Sophie all over again, the girl at school who always wore the same blue cagoule, whatever the weather, the strikingly pretty girl who all the boys adored. The girl that could have got away with wearing a full suit of armour and still got all the attention. The girl who had one day smiled at Sarah which led to tHe feeling of the smooth shiny lining of that rain jacket as she slid her arms inside and she gave Sophie a hug, then staring into her beautiful eyes moments before she burst out laughing and told everyone that Sarah was a lessie.

Her stop was approaching and she steadied herself as she made her way to the stairs. One of the rubber clad men turned and gave her a nod and slightly embarrassed smile, but thy didn’t stop cuddling. Near the bottom of the stairs Sarah had to wait as the all-girls team were waiting to leave. The large girl spotted the teachers shiny covered bump and gave a squeal of delight, as Sarah had not yet re-zipped her PVC top.
“May I?”, the girl enquired, gesturing towards Sarah’s tummy, but didn’t wait for a reply before landing both hands on it and having a good feel, “was that a kick? I think I felt a kick?”, she said excitedly, then suddenly she pressed her head against the swollen plastic trousers, presumably listening for any signs of life. Sarah was acutely aware that the girl was steadying herself by placing her hand firmly on her shiny bottom. Suddenly there was a crush of plastic clad women all pawing at Sarah’s bump, which she found disturbing, but strangely exciting, hands were running over her stomach, but it was all gently and well-meant. In a moment she visualised being dragged down, undressed and smothered by these beauties, all naked except for their see-through suits, until she cleared the filthy thought from her mind and managed an indignant look as the bus came slowly to a stop with no lurch. The sea of athletic women parted and allowed Sarah to exit the bus first. She angrily zipped her coat as she did so, to make a point, but it was not essential as the rain had abated. It was a short walk to home. Sarah cleared her mind of the previous events and hurried along, thinking hard about how much she loved Tom, and actually wanted him right now.

She flung open the front door and hurriedly threw her coat towards the hook; it missed and it fell in a shiny heap. “Tom?”, she shouted, “I’m home, where are you?”. Quickly she checked the front room and kitchen, then sped upstairs as quickly as she dare in her condition. She burst through the bedroom door with a big smile on her face. What greeted her made her smile disappear instantly.

The blue PVC rain suit was definitely NOT Sarah’s idea. Tom had bought it for a few weeks earlier and she had every intention of never wearing it, but in the end the recent heavy rains had made it a welcome wardrobe edition, especially as her old cotton Mac provided no protection other than in the lightest shower. She noticed that, when wearing the shiny outfit, she always got very nice positive comments from nearly everyone. The smooth and soft material had become a friend against the elements, and the thick lining made it warm and comforting when the weather was doing its worst, as it seemed to be doing increasingly.

The french maid looked shocked. Sarah stared at her husband in disbelief.
“I er, can er, explain, hum, you er, see”, Tom’s voice dried up and he hung his head in shame.
“Are those my shoes?”, Sarah asked in an angry voice, pointing to the black shiny stilettos that he was wearing.
“No, er, they are”, he stammered, “mine”.
“Where did you? I mean how, er, when? No er why?”, the teacher looked confused.
Tom said nothing, he just stood in front of the dressing table and slowly placed the lipstick back on the top, hoping his wife didn’t notice.
Sarah’s mind was racing. She had her own secret, but this was on another level, or was it? What did he want? To be a woman, or just to dress like one?, “what does this mean?”, she asked, “don’t you love me?”
“Yes, of course I do, I love you forever, for everything”, he replied quickly.
“Then what is all this?”, she pointed at the shiny black latex maid’s uniform.
“I just, er, um”, he struggled to find words, “like, um, kind of um, er, sort of need”, his voice cleared, “I am so sorry”.
Sarah wanted to run. She stood staring at her husband, his attempt at makeup was pretty awful, the outfit was weirdly cute, and he looked vulnerable, almost lost. Where could this possibly all lead and would it mean she would have the chance to discuss her own desires, which she felt sure would wreck their relationship.
She thought hard for a few moments.
When the couple first met Sarah had been quite drunk and came on to her future husband in the pub. She sat on his lap and whispered strange things in his ear, things that only made sense after a few Jaeger-Bombs. Even in her drunken state she was aware of how much he was enjoying her attention by the bulge below her, a bulge that she had great pleasure in trying to make bigger by wriggling constantly in her favourite red leather mini skirt.
“Sit”, she demanded.
“What?”, he replied.
“On the bed, sit, now”
He complied slowly, sitting with his knees tightly together.
Sarah walked slowly across to her husband, picking something up from the side as she went, then realised the swishy sound that could be heard was coming from her own PVC trousers that she had not removed from when she came in.
She pushed his dress up a little in order to sit on his lap, she had had an idea, but was not at all expecting him to be wearing what she thought were clear plastic baby pants. He looked very embarrassed.
“Well I suppose why not!”, she said looking between his legs, then sat down across his lap.
She took the fresh wipe that she had picked up and gently stroked his face, “well for starters we had better teach you how to apply makeup properly”.

The End

[cammacg]

Thank you JellyMan. A good story, that leaves the reader wondering where it's going, with a twist in it's tail. Well written, and I can only hope there is to be more, and soon. Thanks again.

[pvc_pete]

Definitely one of the better written stories on the forum in recent months. I'm intrigued, and also want to know where Sarah lives as i've never seen as many people wearing pvc and plastic rainwear even when it's monsoon like rain in the various places I've lived in the UK!!

[Deleted User 5375]

The story started out to be spooky for Halloween. The plan was that the bus filled up with loads of people wearing all types of rainwear. Sarah looks at herself in the reflection of the window next to her and realises that nobody else has a reflection. Not vampires but ghosts reliving a journey that ended in a crash a few years earlier. But i preferred the other ending!

[hotwilly]

Nice well written story.
I do hope there is another Chapter to this story