Early experience
Posted: June 5th, 2019, 12:25 pm
Remember your first plastic raincoat? I certainly do, it was probably purchased from the late and much lamented Woolworth's back in the late 1960's. Long before the days of Gortex and items of clothing more suited to a wander up the Lakeland fells, it was fairly common for children of my age to be bought and often made to wear a plastic raincoat by their parents. There was something about the smell, feel and sensation of being encased in the smooth, warmth of the plastic which generated feelings of immense pleasure in me even at such a young age. Rubbing my hands down the plastic aroused such wonderful sensations that I always loved to wear my raincoat even when it wasn't actually raining. When alone in my bedroom, I would put my mac on and enjoy the experience of sheer pleasure which the mac gave me.
Furthermore, I would enjoy seeing other people in their raincoats, I would look at how the plastic stretched and moved against their body as they walked, or how they were wrapped up against the elements. In shops, I was drawn to the PVC or plastic raincoats hanging on the rails of C&A, BHS or other long gone department stores, there was something about the smell and sight of the shiny material hanging neatly, waiting to be purchased and worn. It is no exaggeration to say that I lusted after these items and longed to try them on. No doubt more of that in another story.
Meanwhile, I would eagerly look at the weather to see if my mother would say those magic words: "It looks like rain, you had better put your mac on". If it was raining heavily, I would also get to wear wellington boots and my plastic mac. The mac was always buttoned up to my neck and I would turn the collar up, in winter a scarf was added for extra protection and my mac worn over a coat, this was another dimension to my sheer enjoyment. I would wear my mac as often as I could and wouldn't care what anyone thought or said. A trip to town in my plastic mac, soon meant I would spend the whole shopping trip with an almost permanent erection - this was particularly the case when other people were wearing macs as well. As I grew out of one mac it was replaced with another throughout my adolescence. I would wear a mac to school and look forward to the end of the day when I would once again slip into the soft plastic, button myself up and walk the two or so miles home at a slow pace to get the most time in my mac. It was not long before I would pleasure myself in the privacy of my bedroom whilst wearing my plastic mac. By the age of 15, I had had a number of interesting and very enjoyable experiences in my plastic macs. I thought I was weird and there was no one else on the planet who shared my enjoyment, but these experiences told me that I was not the only alone in my love of plastic raincoats. However, it was my secret, my refuge and my pleasure and it was not until fairly recently that I actually wanted to share this with others by writing about it. For years I have enjoyed the experiences and stories of other people, and found that in so many ways they match my own.
Furthermore, I would enjoy seeing other people in their raincoats, I would look at how the plastic stretched and moved against their body as they walked, or how they were wrapped up against the elements. In shops, I was drawn to the PVC or plastic raincoats hanging on the rails of C&A, BHS or other long gone department stores, there was something about the smell and sight of the shiny material hanging neatly, waiting to be purchased and worn. It is no exaggeration to say that I lusted after these items and longed to try them on. No doubt more of that in another story.
Meanwhile, I would eagerly look at the weather to see if my mother would say those magic words: "It looks like rain, you had better put your mac on". If it was raining heavily, I would also get to wear wellington boots and my plastic mac. The mac was always buttoned up to my neck and I would turn the collar up, in winter a scarf was added for extra protection and my mac worn over a coat, this was another dimension to my sheer enjoyment. I would wear my mac as often as I could and wouldn't care what anyone thought or said. A trip to town in my plastic mac, soon meant I would spend the whole shopping trip with an almost permanent erection - this was particularly the case when other people were wearing macs as well. As I grew out of one mac it was replaced with another throughout my adolescence. I would wear a mac to school and look forward to the end of the day when I would once again slip into the soft plastic, button myself up and walk the two or so miles home at a slow pace to get the most time in my mac. It was not long before I would pleasure myself in the privacy of my bedroom whilst wearing my plastic mac. By the age of 15, I had had a number of interesting and very enjoyable experiences in my plastic macs. I thought I was weird and there was no one else on the planet who shared my enjoyment, but these experiences told me that I was not the only alone in my love of plastic raincoats. However, it was my secret, my refuge and my pleasure and it was not until fairly recently that I actually wanted to share this with others by writing about it. For years I have enjoyed the experiences and stories of other people, and found that in so many ways they match my own.
