Chance Encounter (romantic)

[Cherie]

It was love at first sight. The pearlised shiny yellow glistened in the morning sun. She had to have it, she was just waiting for her dad to finish checking under the car, and almost squealed with delight when he said he couldn’t find any problems. So when the engine spluttered and died she was surprised and angry. Only having the car for one day meant she had not yet put in a charge cable for her phone, and as she peered at the screen saying 1%, it went black, as if car and iPhone were conspiring against her. The rain was lashing down outside in contrast to the lovely sunny day it started out to be, leading her to wearing her canvas shoes, denim shorts and white tee shirt. Nobody was out in the downpour and Sammy realised she was going to have to run to a nearby house to get help. She tried the ignition, just in case the car had recovered, but no luck. As she withdrew the set of keys, she fumbled and dropped them.
“Oh bugger, the day just gets better”, she thought to herself sarcastically.
She groped with her hands beneath the driver’s seat and found a package, which she withdrew and threw on the passenger seat, before successfully retrieving her keys on the next attempt.
She glanced at the clear cellophane package with a picture of a man and a woman, and the caption “Emergency Rain Suit”. Clearly the previous owner of Betty, the name she had given her car, was prepared for all eventualities, for which at that moment she was eternally thankful.
She expected a cheap and thin garment made from similar material to the packaging. What emerged was a thicker soft, see-through, plastic two-piece rain suit in pale blue. This did not seem like a cheap emergency outfit. The jacket had a zip which was taped and stitched in, with a hood and drawstrings. The trousers were just the pull on type with elasticated waist and elastic around ankles and cuffs. She threw the trousers up in the mimi,al space to open the legs. The cabin was immediately filled with a heady aroma of plastic pool toys that took her back to her childhood visits to the beach.
She slipped her shoes off to allow her feet to slide into the cool and smooth material. This was not easy with the steering wheel in the way, but after some wriggling, she snapped the waistband over the top of her denim shorts. There was something very comforting about the feeling of the PVC on her bare legs.
The strong aroma was amplified as Sammy slipped on the plastic jacket. She smoothed the new creases out of the sleeves by stroking her arms. Purely by chance, the rain suit was the perfect fit, as if she had chosen it herself.
As if to hurry her along, the torrential rain suddenly got even louder.
She pulled up the hood, cocooning her head in delightfully smooth PVC, drew it tight with the cords, and readied herself to enter the rain. As she stepped out she saw a woman over the road wearing a bright red trench coat. It was super shiny, probably PVC or latex, or it may just have been a glistening in the rain. Sammy went to cross the road, looking left and right first, to ask the woman for help, but as she stepped off the pavement she realised the woman had vanished.

Paul was at the door ready to leave. He was a bit nervous going out in his new long black PVC mac, but if anytime was the right time, surely this was it. He opened the door, stepped out and went to close it behind him. For a moment he clocked the bright yellow car parked outside his neighbour’s house before pulling the door closed. He fumbled in his pocket for the key for his car and realised it wasn’t there. He 100% remembered slipping it into his right pocket, yet, after checking everywhere it was clearly not on him, so he had no choice but to return to the house to search.

The sound on the plastic hood was loud but Sammy was strangely comforted by it, probably being protected under the PVC helped, but she realised her canvas shoes were not going to afford her feet the same level of dryness for long.
She started up the path to the house immediately next to where she had broken down. She rang the bell and knocked on the door, knowing someone was in because the sound of music.
The door opened. A short man snapped at her, “fuck off, I do t want buy any”, and disappeared back inside.
Sammy was distraught and decided to try the next house.

“How the hell did that get there? I know I put it in my pocket”, Paul thought to himself, and scooped up the car key. He was a tad angry as he opened the front door, and being distracted, was taken aback to see the girl standing in front of him, her hand was poised to ring the doorbell.
The pair stood staring at each other. Sammy was taking in the man’s deep blue eyes, her head was tipped back because of his height. The expanse of shiny black PVC was imposing. Paul was mesmerised. The cheeky face of the girl was framed by the plastic hood pulled tight by the drawstrings. Rain ran off the pale blue jacket - neither seemed to notice.
“Er… can… er…”, Sammy stuttered before composing herself, “my car had broken down, can I use your phone?”
Paul was still lost in those hazel eyes and her soft northern accent suited her pretty rounded face.
“May I?”, Sammy repeated.
“Oh, sorry”, he pulled his mobile out of the deep pocket of his shiny raincoat and went to unlock it, so that he could hand it to her, and be on his way quickly.
“Sorry, step in out of the rain”, he said, gesturing for the girl to step forward.
She took the phone, but the screen was blank. Paul tapped it and pushed the side buttons, but it stayed stubbornly off.

Paul’s hope of being on time for his appointment was diminishing, but he couldn’t think of a better reason to be late than being in the company of this lovely girl.
“Come in, you can use my home phone, no idea why my mobile isn’t working, I charged it this morning”.
Out of the storm Sammy could hear the crackly sound the rain suit made as she stepped into the hallway. She was nervous at being in a stranger’s house, but at least it was dry and soon she’d be able to call her father to come and look at the car.
“Please, sit”, Paul beckoned Sammy into the living room, “the phone is right next to the sofa”.
She sat. Paul couldn’t help but stare as the shiny plastic pulled tight across her bare legs as she leant over to lift the phone, and she slipped the hood down to reveal locks of long red hair.

“Thank you young man, we always like to receive donations, especially when they are good quality like this”, the woman pulled a silk blouse from the bag, “I do hope these are not as a result of a tragic situation?”
Paul knew what she meant, “My girlfriend went away unexpectedly”.
“Oh I am so sorry…”, she started to answer.
“No, not like that. She is in Thailand with my ex-best friend. These were all hers”.
“Well, I am sure we can sell them at a good price and raise lots of money to help the homeless”, she replied with a note of relief in her voice,
Paul turned to leave the charity shop, but bumped into a woman in a shiny red PVC trench coat, that he hadn’t noticed, and managed to topple backwards into a rail of clothing. As he struggled to get up his hand fell on a soft and smooth raincoat. He re-hung everything and straightened the rail, finally hanging the long black PVC a mac at the end.
Suddenly he heard a clap of thunder and turned towards the window to see rain pouring down.
“Looks like someone needs a raincoat”, said the lady at the counter, “this looks just your size”, she was holding the shiny mac up.
“You can have it for free as you made such a good donation”.
“No thank you”, he replied.
“No?”, she looked disappointed.
“Yes I will take it, but no, not for free”, and he pressed a £20 note onto the counter and took the coat.
He knew this was not the sort of thing men wore, but it was definitely a gentleman’s coat. Anyway, looking outside, he was in need, and there was something very comforting in the shine and feel.
He walked confidently from the shop back to his car, watching others who were entirely unprepared running for cover.
Sitting in the driver’s seat he waited for the heater to clear the windscreen. He watched raindrops sitting on his shiny sleeve as they slid off and wondered why it was that people had stopped being prepared for the weather the way they were in the past. A simple PVC a mac was all that was needed, yet nobody else was wearing one, and even if they had a chance to think before leaving the house, it probably would not be a shiny mac.
Paul never owned anything in PVC. He knew girls that owned shiny raincoats but never thought anything of it. But for some reason he felt that this raincoat was exactly right, it made him feel different, confident, as if he could take on the world.
In school he was never chosen for the team, he was the tall fat kid nobody wanted to be with. He had long since lost weight and grew into a handsome man, but never believed it. Jennifer was the first girl he had had a long relationship with, and that turned to dust when he caught her with Clive, so his self esteem took an even bigger knock.
Back home, he exited the car as the rain stopped. The street lights made the droplets of water on his mac sparkle.
Two girls walked by giggling, and suddenly he felt self-conscious, but one of them turned and said, “wow that is a stylish raincoat, I wish I had one”, and she stroked his sleeve, “it’s also kind of sexy”.
Her friend giggled again, and they clip clopped off down the road in their impossibly high heels, presumably steadying each other as they walked arm in arm.
Paul felt like there was hope for him as he hung his new purchase in the hallway.

“My Dad is coming to take a look at the car, he’ll be about half an hour, so I’ll just sit in it and wait”, announced Sammy as she put down the old-style home phone receiver. The shiver she gave was involuntary and unexpected as she wasn’t cold, but her feet were damp.
“Would you like a coffee to warm up, you look cold?”, asked Paul, now resigned to not making the appointment.
In truth Sammy was actually a bit warm being still cocooned in shiny plastic, “that would be lovely”.
“Are you from around here”, Paul projected his voice from the kitchen as he topped up the water in the coffee maker.
He turned to get mugs out and was a tad surprised to see the girl leaning in the doorway, legs crossed, and twirling the ends of her hair, “do you know Broadly?”
“Know it? Of course, I grew up there, my parents live on Church Lane”, he replied with a bit more excitement in his voice than he wanted to impart.
“Wow that’s a coincidence, my boyfriend is at number 17”, she replied.
Paul’s world came crashing in, what a fool he was to think that such a beautiful girl would just fall into his life and not be already attached; she probably had a string of men lusting after her.
“Milk? Sugar?”, he asked, trying desperately to mask the disappointment in his voice.

Mike walked over and carefully set down the two drinks on the low table. He was finding it difficult to coordinate his hands as his eyes were resolutely fixed on her chest. She was clearly a tart, over made-up, almost obscenely low-cut tight blouse and the shortest black shiny PVC mini skirt he had ever seen. She came on to him as soon as he walked into the bar. He was helpless, he knew he could never resist. He thought he would, for Sammy’s sake, but his defences were utterly breached as she leant in to him, brushing her huge chest on him and trapping his hand against her shiny skirt.
The cubicle of the filthy toilets smelt awful and the fumbling was amateurish, but he was so turned on, he couldn’t help himself. But he vowed this would be the last time he succumbed to a lady-boy as he emptied most of the notes in his wallet into her hands.
“Pleasure doing business big boy”, she winked as she straightened her mini skirt and left.

Paul and Sammy sat chatting in the living room. Neither had bothered to remove their rainwear, even though there was no reason to keep the PVC garments on. The more they talked, the more Paul hated the revelation that the girl had a boyfriend. Sammy loved Mike very much, and hoped that the couple might become friends with Paul. The coffee was finished as the doorbell rang. Sammy’s father introduced himself briefly then huffed as he hoisted his big toolbox out the back of his van and popped the bonnet on Sammy’s car. Luckily for him the rain had stopped. Paul and Sammy followed him and she handed over the key.
“Oh Mike called, he was worried about you, he said you weren’t answering your phone”, her father talked loudly without raising his head from under the car bonnet.
“Oh crap”, exclaimed Sammy, “can I impose again and make another call?”, she asked Paul. His instinct was to not let her speak to her boyfriend but if it let him spend a few more minutes in her company, then why not.
Paul followed Sammy up the path back into the house, but both paused at the same time.
“That’s strange”, said Paul, “I saw that woman in a shop in town, what a coincidence that she is here!”, pointing to the slim figure standing down the road in a super shiny red PVC trench coat.
“I saw her earlier”, replied Sammy, “do you think she stalking us?”
“Quick, better get inside before she spots us”, said Paul as he lunged forward and grabbed Sammy around the waist playfully to push her forward. The feel of the soft plastic jacket sent an instant zing through his body and in that moment he felt he wanted to be with this girl forever, and not just because of the sexy blue plastic rain suit, although he had to admit that was really turning him on.
In the house Sammy asked for one more favour, “his number is in my mobile which is dead, can you look his home number up on your computer?”
Paul took off his mac and hung it in the hallway before going to the office to boot his PC. Sammy came in and sat on the stool next to him, the plastic of her sleeve rubbed against his bare arm and he could barely remember his password he was so distracted,
“Mike Havers”, Sammy said.
Paul typed it in, “I used to know a Michael Havers at school”, he said, “lovely guy but a raving poof. He told everyone he was bi, but all the girls he went out with said he was always more interested in talking to the boys. Last I heard he had gone off to Thailand”.

“Car is sorted”, Ken poked up his head round the front door, “hello? Sammy?”
“Come in, she’s in the loo, not sure what’s wrong”, Paul beckoned Sammy’s father in.
“You ok love?”, Ken pressed his head up to the bathroom door.
“Yeah, I’m fine”, Sammy replied, it her voice trembled as she fought back the tears.
Suddenly she felt hot and a bit silly still wearing the PVC rain suit in the warm house. A grown man in a black PVC raincoat, how stupid and uncool. She wanted to be with Mike right now. She loved Mike. Mike treated her so well.
But she was angry. How dare Paul say what he had said. Her Mike was all man. All hers. Not into stupid shiny rainwear.
Yet in her heart of hearts she had known things weren’t right all along. The romantic trip around Italy was a highlight of her life and the fact that he sprang it on her as a huge birthday surprise and spent far too much money on her was heavenly. But things were never quite right in the bedroom, she could see that now. She was never so happy as when he wined and dined her, but he was clearly happiest around the handsome Italian waiters, and there was something in his eye when they went to the drag show, something her instinct knew, but her brain refused to accept.
Suddenly the bathroom door flew open, surprising both men, “did you find that number? I want to call him now!”, she demanded.
Paul was bit disappointed that she had taken off the rain suit and left it unceremoniously heaped next to the basin.
“Mike, yes, I’m fine. Yes. Car broke down”, her voice was clipped, “look answer me something, and be totally honest”.
“No it can’t wait”, there were pauses to let Mike speak, unheard by the men.
“Are you gay? Would you rather I was a man?”, her directness was piercing.
She put the phone down, “thanks for sorting my car Dad, you are a gem, can I have the keys?”
She gave him a peck on the cheek as he left.
Paul was not sure how to read the situation. Yes it would appear that Sammy was potentially now unattached, but he wasn’t sure. What was certain was the anger in the air, an anger that he felt would do his chances no favours.
“I was happy you bastard”, her father was barely out the door as she railed on Paul, “we had plans. I loved him. He”, she went to say he loved her but under the circumstances it seemed wrong, “he and I were happy.”
“Look, all I said”, Paul tried to reply.
“You have said quite enough”, she cut him off as she stormed out the front door after her father.
“What was wrong with it?”, she asked him curtly as she walked past.
“Nothing”, he replied, “I’ve given her the once over and can find nothing at all wrong, then she just started. Are you ok or do you want me to follow you home?”
“I’m fine. You go. I’ll see you later”, Sammy replied.
She watched as her dad’s white van turned the corner and disappeared out of sight, then she put her head on the steering wheel and cried.

Paul sat on the sofa. He had scooped the plastic rain suit off the bathroom floor and folded it neatly. Now he sat with it in his hands. The smell reminded him of Sammy and for a moment he laid his cheek into the soft folds of PVC and imagined holding her in his arms.
Unnoticed by Paul or Sammy, the slim woman once again stood across the road in her shiny red trench coat, whispering quietly under her breath.
Clouds gathered quickly and soon it seemed almost dark. Sammy started the car and went to pull out as the first heavy drops of rain hit the windscreen, but after only a few feet the engine cut out again, “you sodding piece of shit”, she ranted furiously as she gripped the steering wheel in anger. Her car was now directly outside Paul’s house blocking the drive.
The door of the house opened and the tall figure stepped out in the long black PVC coat. Sammy pretended not to notice as she angrily tried the key in the ignition, but nothing happened at all.
She was aware that he was standing next to her window but ignored him. Paul walked round the front of the car, rain splashing off his broad shoulders; a slightly menacing figure with his hood up. He tapped on the passenger side window. Wind whipped in and a few droplets of what hit her bare arm as he opened the door, “may I?”, he gestured to the seat.
“Suit yourself!”, she snorted, all the time looking forwards, “not like I can drive off or anything”.
She tried to stay angry, but a zing shot through her body as his wet PVC sleeve brushed her arm as she settled into the seat. His raincoat crackled as he moved and she watched drops of water descend onto the seat out of the corner of her eye.
“You are angry, I know”, Paul ventured, “and I am sorry about what I said about Mike, I’m sure I was wrong, I’m sure he is not gay, and I’m sure you are both in love…”, he made slight puppy dog eyes. She wanted to punch him, “can you forgive me and we can be friends?”
Silence.
“I can drive you home? Drive you to Mike?”, he offered.
Still silence.
“I have a friend who is a mechanic, maybe they can find out what is wrong with the car? Shall I call?”, Paul’s niceness was irritating but she had few options right now.
“Go on then, but I doubt he’ll be able to fix this pile of custard coloured shite”, she said, trying to sound angry.
Paul tried not to, but he sniggered at her description of the car, “is that was you have named her?”
Sammy desperately wanted to hit him, but a laugh came out as she thought about driving “THE CUSTARD SHITE” instead of Betty.
His mobile worked fine as he made the call.
“Come inside, Chris will be here in ten minutes”, he suggested with an annoying level of humility.
Suddenly the rain got harder and drummed furiously off the metal roof.
Paul opened his raincoat and pulled out the plastic jacket and trousers, offering it to her, he said, “I make mean cup of tea and I’m pretty sure I have some chocolate brownies that I made yesterday”.
She took the garments. They were pleasingly warm from being under his coat. She slipped on the jacket easily, but in the tight space, the trousers were a challenge, and there was no way she was going to contort in front of him trying to get into them, but the rain was pelting down, and even the short dash to his door would see her denim shorts soaked without them.
“You go in, I’ll be there in a second”, she said, trying to give an air of grudging acceptance of his offer.
Paul was a tad disappointed. Despite the rain, the plasticy zipping sound and aroma combined with the sight of Sammy pulling the soft shiny sleeves over her bare arms was making him tingle between his legs, but he was not going to be treated to seeing her legs sliding into the pale blue bottoms.
As he opened the front door he looked back at the car, just to make sure it had not miraculously fixed itself and Sammy made her escape. He waited and soon she emerged, fully suited, and made her way up the path. There was a delight in seeing her approach his house once more, and the thought of being in her company for a little while longer, but he was momentarily distracted by the movement of a figure across the street dressed in shiny red PVC.

“What do you think?”
Mike barely heard her over the sound of the TV, but looked up to see Sammy at the top of the stairs.
She drew her legs across each other and put her hands on her hips, “I thought you might fancy a few minutes away from Game of Thrones?”, she teased.
The man in the shop had given her instructions on how to get the latex dress on with the help of some talc. The dull rubber garment was limp and unappealing in her hands, and took ages to get into, “how the fuck could anyone ever get into a catsuit made of this stuff?”, she had thought.
But the dress came alive with a few squats of the shining solution, applied all over with a soft cloth. She had looked at herself in the long mirror, and despite the slight bulge of tummy, she felt pretty damn sexy. Mike would not be able to resist her!
His reaction was exactly what she wanted, had they been in a cartoon, his eyes would be popping out of his head accompanied by trumpets! She deliberately swapped her crossed legs over to accentuate the shiny patent stilettos and make the black rubber do its magic. It worked!
The feeling of the latex was very sexy, and thankfully she did not have to remove it to give him access to her as she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She loved the way he teased and played with her boobs through the black rubber and she was pretty sure he was enjoying the smell and feel of it as his pressed his face against her.

She stood facing the mirror. Her legs were slightly trembling from the effect that the vibrator had on her. Mike knew exactly how to get her to be fulfilled. But it wasn’t him. She longed to have HIM, but somehow it didn’t happen. In all these weeks and all the fun they had, she had not experienced what she really wanted. The fumbled excuses and apologies only made her feel more depressed. Even the knowledge that, as a result of his embarrassment he would buy her a lovely gift, or take her to somewhere really swanky, didn’t help. Now she had to peel off the fucking dress, which had failed to be exactly that. She felt cheap and dirty.

The sound of rain on her hood was very loud but comforting to know that no matter how much the weather wanted her soaked, her plastic outfit would keep her dry. Her plastic rain suit! Only a short while ago she had discovered it tucked under the seat, but now it was hers and she loved it!
The door clicked shut and she sort of deliberately brushed her hand against Paul’s mac as he took it off to hang it up. Sammy was a bit disappointed because he cut such a dashing figure in the black shiny PVC. The couple went through to the kitchen, with Sammy leading as she was now familiar with the layout. Paul watched her rounded bottom swishing in the plastic trousers and smiled to himself.
The tea was good, but the brownies were better. Sammy hadn’t realised how hungry she had become as she leaned against the marble counter and accidentally dropped some crumbs down her front. Paul grabbed a cloth and wiped them off presumptuously, “good job you are wipe clean”, he said, as if the punchline forgave his action.
“Excuse me!”, said Sammy, taken aback by his action, even though he did not touch her chest.
“Oops, sorry, force of habit”, he tried to excuse his action, “I do like to make sure everything is clean, I’m a bit of a neat freak!”
“Is that what you like?”, Sammy teased, “good clean girls?”
Paul’s mouth engaged before his brain, “I don’t know but I like you”.
The silence was deafening. Sammy felt flattered with a side order of slightly sick! Luckily the door bell rang an Paul was able to extract himself from the awkward moment.
There was a noticeable chill as the front door opened.
Sammy was surprised to see a woman holding a big metal tool box. She had lovely long black hair and was wearing a dark read, heavy, PVC rain suit. Clearly made for tough conditions! The woman had a rugged beauty about her.
“Chris, thanks so much for coming”, Paul said as he grabbed his own PVC raincoat from its hook and slid it on.
He turned to Sammy, “can I have the keys please?”
She dug them out from her pocket, easily seen through the transparent shiny material, and placed them in his big, strong, hand.
Sammy watched the woman’s expression looking at Paul and knew instantly why she had agreed to come over immediately to help him out. The woman shot a glance at Sammy, who smiled weakly in return. “Cow”.

Sammy leaned back in the kitchen alone. She toyed with the remainder of the brownie, which now just represented unwanted calories. She looked at herself in the mirror on the other side of the kitchen which was surrounded by impossibly neat houseplants. She thought she now looked vaguely ridiculous in the plastic suit and considered taking it off. But HE was out there, with HER, looking at the car. He had not taken any interest when her father was out there earlier. Ridiculous or not, she needed to be outside making sure that woman was not getting her claws into Paul. As she opened the front door her worst fears were confirmed, as the couple were both pressed against each other in front of the car inspecting the engine, and giggling.
“How’s it going?”, she said sternly, surprising the couple.
Chris turned, “Cannot find anything wrong. It’s a mystery. Almost like it has been tampered with deliberately”.
There was no hiding the accusation aimed squarely at Sammy, and her voice was hard and business-like.
Paul turned and smiled. He was genuinely pleased to see Sammy, but she thought he looked shifty and was standing far too close to the mechanic.
Nothing more I can do here, you’ll have to take the custard shite to a main dealer for engine diagnostics.
Sammy was angry that Paul had told the woman about the name; what other gossip about a Sammy had been going on?
“I’ll take that cup of tea now, and if you have any of your lovely brownies, they would go down a treat. Did you use eggs and butter again, or oil?”
Sammy hated that Chris knew so much about Paul.
Chris continued to talk about things that only a close friend would know about someone. Asking Paul about his holiday to Greece, and if he was making any headway with the promotion he was trying for at work. It was as if Chris was deliberately excluding Sammy from the conversations. Paul dutifully gave clipped answers, aware of Sammy’s uncomfort, and tried to bring her in to the conversation when the opportunity arose. Sammy wanted out of there, but without a working car, she was stuck.
She shot a glance and the mirror and thought was a strange group they made, all dressed in shiny PVC in a world where nobody ever really did that anymore. Paul had not removed his mac when he came in with Chris - was this a bad sign? Sammy’s thoughts turned to the woman in the red trench coat that seemed to be tailing her and Paul. Another shiny PVC mac can’t be a coincidence, can it?

Time seemed to drag, then Sammy realised she had received no resolution to her plight. As it stood she had no car and nothing planned to change that. Then, thankfully, Chris’ mobile rang. She took the call and reluctantly agreed to go and help someone else. As she left she hugged Paul tightly and gave him a kiss on the cheek, which Sammy suspected might have been much more if she wasn’t glaring that the couple, willing Chris to fuck off!
Click. The front door closed. Finally.

“She’s nice”, lied Sammy.
“Oh yeah, we go back a long way. Great mechanic. Sorry we couldn’t sort your car”, Paul said.
His use of ‘we’ and ‘your’ inferred a relationship that Sammy was clearly an outsider of.
“I can see she’s totally in to you, I hope you will both be happy together”, Sammy replied tersely.
“What? Me and Chris? Oh God no!”, Paul blurted out, “not my type at all!”
Sammy crossed her arms as if to say she was uncomfortable, but secretly she loved the feeling of the soft plastic. The suit was not difficult to understand. It didn’t have an ego, or feelings to be decoded. It protected her and made her feel happy. Uncomplicated. Sort of sexy in a strange way.
“What do you mean? She is pretty and clearly adores you”, Sammy replied, “what’s not to like”.
Paul’s face looked a tad conspiratorial, as if he was about to say a terrible thing, “I know I should be flattered and in this day and age we should all accept people’s different sexuality, but I’m just not keen on dicks”.
“What?”
“Chris is Christopher, didn’t you realise?”, Paul said, genuinely surprised that Sammy hadn’t seen it.
Sammy felt a bit of a fool. Suddenly the deep voice and big hands made sense.
“I know Chris likes me, and we have had that conversation, and she knows where I stand, but I think she always hopes I might change my mind”.
What with the revelation over Mike earlier, and now this, Sammy needed to know.
“So just to be clear. For the sake of clarity. You like girls?”, she quizzed.
“No”, came the unexpected answer, “not girls, just you”.
Sammy didn’t know what to say.
“Look I know it’s not the done thing for blokes to talk about feelings, but from the moment you arrived into my life earlier, I liked you. I like the way you look. I like the way you talk, and I like what you have to say. Oh and I like you wearing that rain suit”, Paul was noticeably blushing.
Sammy didn’t reply immediately, she was thinking of a good reply.
“You mean this one, like this”, she slid her hands provocatively over her arms, down her hips, and along her legs. The plastic crackled and she gave him a naughty look.
“God yes. Don’t get me wrong, you look fantastic in just the tee shirt and shorts, but something about the shiny PVC is just so sexy”, he replied with excitement.
“But if I wasn’t wearing the shorts and tee shirt, just the suit and…”, she paused deliberately, “…nothing else?”
“Oh fuck yes!”, he said.
“Oh fuck? Is that a promise?”, she teased mercifully.
“Definitely”, he was hooked, she was reeling him in like a fish on a line, except he REALLY wanted to be caught!
“One condition”, she said.
Paul was concerned at what she was about to say, but right now he’d agree to anything.
“You keep you mac on”, she replied, “and nothing else”.

Hilary turned and walked away. Her work was done here. She snapped her fingers. Next time Sammy tried the car it would start first time.

THE END

[JoPVC]

Oh I enjoyed reading you again.
Every time I read such a beautiful story in which pvc raincoats are featured, I feel like I'm dreaming!

[pvcluver]

I am sure many would love a similar experience

[JoPVC]

I am sure many would love a similar experience

Oh, yes!

[pacamac_ca]

Absolutely Brilliant!

[JoPVC]

I have just read the story in its entirety once again. I like it even more than when I read it before! Right now, I'd like to be called Paul!
But my name is not Paul, and I'm invited for Christmas Eve.
Merry Christmas to all!
This story reminds me that I didn't order a raincoat from Santa. It's not too late yet. I will receive it after the deadline!
I'm going to try to find something new.
I am intracted!
After all, if Christmas is past at the reception, too bad! The main thing is to treat yourself at any time.

[JoPVC]

I have just read the story in its entirety once again. I like it even more than when I read it before! Right now, I'd like to be called Paul!
But my name is not Paul, and I'm invited for Christmas Eve.
Merry Christmas to all!
This story reminds me that I didn't order a raincoat from Santa. It's not too late yet. I will receive it after the deadline!
I'm going to try to find something new.
I am intracted!
After all, if Christmas is past at the reception, too bad! The main thing is to treat yourself at any time.

I had a little pleasure.
I ordered a two-piece rain suit, a bit like that, but in glossy black pvc. Because I like it when it shines!
I can't wait for me to receive it!

[JoPVC]

I have just read the story in its entirety once again. I like it even more than when I read it before! Right now, I'd like to be called Paul!
But my name is not Paul, and I'm invited for Christmas Eve.
Merry Christmas to all!
This story reminds me that I didn't order a raincoat from Santa. It's not too late yet. I will receive it after the deadline!
I'm going to try to find something new.
I am intracted!
After all, if Christmas is past at the reception, too bad! The main thing is to treat yourself at any time.

I had a little pleasure.
I ordered a two-piece rain suit, a bit like that, but in glossy black pvc. Because I like it when it shines!
I can't wait for me to receive it!

I can already imagine myself naked inside! Hmmm!

[Nylon macs]

I have a all in one suit like this .and it's amazing to put it on naked and do the house work .to build up a nice sweat in it .
Awesome.
Enjoy

[JoPVC]

I have a all in one suit like this .and it's amazing to put it on naked and do the house work .to build up a nice sweat in it .
Awesome.
Enjoy

Hello Nylon macs.
I'm disappointed! I received my great outfit, tried it on, it fits me like a glove.
I did the cleaning this morning and I didn't think to put on my dream outfit! It's disappointing!