Jill had gone out shopping and I was feeling deprived of soft PVC rainwear because of the heat. So I raided my stash of see-through plastic panties and popped on a pair. I was having a good time in front of the bedroom mirror when I heard that my girlfriend had returned early and was making her way up the stairs. I quickly fumbled my way into my denim jeans and kicked my boxers under the bed. She appeared at the door just as I had pulled the trousers up and I wasn’t sure if she had seen the PVC but in any case she didn’t react.
“Didn’t you hear my calls?”, she looked angry, “I’ve been ringing for ages”.
I realised my mobile was on the kitchen table and I didn’t hear it over the noise of the big fan whirring away next to me.
“My card was rejected, you must come back to the store now and pay for the shopping. To say you are going to be in a world of trouble later is an understatement”, she hissed.
I hoped she was going to go back downstairs so I could change back, but she stood in the doorway and glared at me, “we’ll move your ass”.
I gingerly moved across the room. The pants crackled. I didn’t know how loud they were to Jill, but I was super aware of the noise.
Following her downstairs, trying to make as little noise as possible was torture. I loved soft plastic but these were unusual in being slightly stiff and gave off a delightful zippy sound when moved.
The intense heat hit like a hammer as we stepped out of the front door. It was only a few steps to the car door, but I was already very hot and slippery in my plastic prison. I had not yet introduced my girlfriend to my desires for wearing shiny rainwear and PVC and this was definitely not the occasion for her to find out.
She drove us to Sainsbury’s in stoney silence.
As she parked she growled at me to lean over and grab some empty carrier backs from her back seat. I was not entirely sure what effect the slippery sweat would have on my plastic underwear, but I made sure to apologise profusely as I leaned over, to cover any errant noises from within my jeans with my voice.
The bags were annoyingly just out of reach. I remembered thinking Jill was a real arsehole for buying the three-door car as I craned back to catch the corner of a bag, suddenly aware of my tee shirt riding up and my jeans down.
“Oh fuck, what if she sees the shiny plastic elasticated waistband poking out? Why the fuck couldn’t I have bought a nice manly colour like black or blue, why did I have to go with girly pink?”
I retrieved the two bags and sat back down in the passenger seat. Jill started to get out so I used the opportunity to run my fingers round the back of my jeans and check. To my horror my fingers felt the telltale sign that my pants had indeed ridden up, but Jill had said nothing. I quickly stuffed the plastic back down and tugged my tee shirt over my jeans as I got out of the car.
We walked into the store with me trying to hide any crackly noise from my see through plastic undies. Normally I delighted in the sound, but right now it was causing me a lot of angst.
I crackled my way to the checkouts where Jill’s trolley was waiting.
“Go get coffee, I forgot it, a big pack”, she ordered, “well go, now, I can’t wait all day”.
Away from my girlfriend I relaxed and stopped trying to silence my slippery underwear. As I headed to the back of the store I found the right aisle and headed down. The coffee we have was on the top shelf, and a way back. I stood on the bottom shelf and stretched up to reach.
“Need some help there little girl?”, the voice was behind me. I was startled and stumbled back because I was sure the aisle was empty of other shoppers.
I looked puzzled at the girl. Her electric blue hair and black lipstick was striking, but her shiny black PVC mini dress was totally unexpected. Yes it was cool in the store, but outside it felt like the surface of the sun.
She smiled. She must have realised I didn’t understand her comment, so she pointed at the top of my jeans. I looked down, and to my horror a few centimetres of pink girly plastic was showing, complete with the stupid ruffle that made absolutely obvious that these were adult plastic baby pants. It had not been my intention to indulge in dressing as a baby girl, but the material of these pants were just too alluring not to purchase.
I must have looked embarrassed and I’m pretty sure my face went bright red as I hurried to tuck the vinyl back into my jeans.
She smiled, winked, and waked off. I was mesmerised by her rounded bottom swishing in the shiny black PVC dress as she disappeared around the corner.
“Sometimes men are just fucking useless”, it was Jill behind me, she had managed to reach up and grab a bag of the roasted beans, “never ask a man…”
She huffed and walked off. I followed but kept my distance as I crackled my way along.
We stood in the queue as Jill managed to continue to ooze an air of annoyance without saying a word. To my delight the girl in the PVC dress joined the queue behind us. She smiled at me and suddenly Jill seemed so plain and a real pain in the arse to get on with.
“That’s a very striking look you have, what is it? Goth?”, I asked.
Jill swung round and glared at me.
“Nah, I just call it Melissa”, the girl replied.
“Lovely to meet you Melissa”, I smiled back at her.
“What the fuck? Are you hitting on little miss bin bag right in front of me?”, Jill said angrily.
I couldn’t help myself, it wasn’t just the gorgeous PVC dress but her eyes drew me in. I was helpless.
“Open those bags and get packing, you are going to be in so much trouble when we get home”, Jill demanded.
“Wanna get the fuck out of here my lovely sissy Prince?”, Melissa said.
“Sounds brilliant”, I replied, then I pulled my jeans down just a few inches, turned and semi-mooned my now very much ex-girlfriend with some full on pink frilly plastic action.
The End