Black rainmacs. (Non explicit)
Posted: June 10th, 2021, 5:40 pm
'Changin ooms'. The neon sign flickered. Half an arrow pointed to where my wife currently was. So far about half an hour has been spent while she fannies about, taking things off, putting things on. I knew it would be a mistake going clothes shopping, but she insisted. 'You WILL enjoy it' she declared. I glanced around again the dimly lit storage area. Several racks of poorly hung clothes, a stack of boxes, some old plastic bags mixed in with a higgalty piggalty pile of tangled hangers. Not noticed before, in the corner, a taller rail, partially covered by several discarded coats, with a tell tale glimpse of shiny. Is it? Im not sure, I thought. A quick look around, I was alone, bar the misses, behind curtain numbered one. I wandered over. Its amazing. Us macintosh fans have an amazing instinct for them. Just a hem, or the edge of a hood, if it shimmers we know exactly what it is. I glanced around again, all clear. Gently moving the casually discarded coats to one side and there they hung. Two stunning shiny black full length raincoats. Again glancing quickly around, I pulled one out, still on its hanger. It absolutely glistened in the dim excuse for lighting. It felt heavy. Lifting the hanger off the rail, it almost reached the floor. Proper full length. The sweet odour of rubber exited me more. I swirled it around. The outside was a very smooth, soft to the touch vinyl. It had a large attached hood with thick draw pulls with adjusters. The front was furnished with a heavy duty zipper currently zipped to the neck but it appeared to go higher. Unzipping it slightly the smell of rubber erupted, fully lined throughout in shiny black, including the voluminous hood. It was begging to be put on. I looked around again. The wife still hidden away. I checked the collar for a size label. Nothing. Just the hanging loop. The compulsion was overwhelming. I HAD to put it on. The changing booths were empty bar one. Perfect. I called to the wife 'going to find the loo', got the ok, scooped up both macks and tiptoed into the end booth numbered six. My hands were slightly shaking, being late spring, I only had a sweater on, so quickly pulled it off. Running my arm into the first sleeve was almost orgasmic. The cold smooth touch of rubber was sensational. I pulled it on quickly. The vinyl creaked, the rubber glooped. It was the most remarkable noise. The mac fitted perfectly. Reaching down to my ankles. I zipped it up. Fixed the wide belt, then shrouding myself in the huge hood, tying it off slightly. The mirror told the whole story. It looked wonderful, I felt wonderful. I pulled the zipper up higher, over my chin, up over my mouth and nose, pulling the delicious rubber around my face, absolute heaven. I picked up the second mac, it was the same size, wicked, I pulled the shiny black hood over my face, cuddling the mac, breathing in the heady aroma, wishing I could own both of them
'What on earth do you think you are doing?' I pulled the second hood quickly off.
The sales assistant stood there, arms crossed.
'Well'
I was speechless. Caught. Fully enwrapped in two ladies shiny macs in a ladies changing room.
I just stood there, mouth, although now fully rubber hood covered, wide open.
I pulled the hood zip down, undid the drawpulls, dropped the hood, still unable to speak,
'what the, whats going on, what are you...' the wife.
'Is he with you?'
'Hmmmm, guess so. I dont believe this stupid man sometimes. What have you found this time? Ohhhh. Looks like we have just bought two macs. Does that solve the problem?'
'Yes madam. I think it does. This isn't the first time I've come across this. Men and macs! May I make a suggestion?'
My wife looked at me with that 'wait til I get you home' look, 'of couse',
'he seems so keen to wear them, hood up as well, I think he should wear at least one to go home in'
'Yes. I think you are right. Thankyou'.
'Card or cash? Im sure we can complete your transactions most satisfactorily in here'.
Any feedback gratefully received. Including critism!!!
'What on earth do you think you are doing?' I pulled the second hood quickly off.
The sales assistant stood there, arms crossed.
'Well'
I was speechless. Caught. Fully enwrapped in two ladies shiny macs in a ladies changing room.
I just stood there, mouth, although now fully rubber hood covered, wide open.
I pulled the hood zip down, undid the drawpulls, dropped the hood, still unable to speak,
'what the, whats going on, what are you...' the wife.
'Is he with you?'
'Hmmmm, guess so. I dont believe this stupid man sometimes. What have you found this time? Ohhhh. Looks like we have just bought two macs. Does that solve the problem?'
'Yes madam. I think it does. This isn't the first time I've come across this. Men and macs! May I make a suggestion?'
My wife looked at me with that 'wait til I get you home' look, 'of couse',
'he seems so keen to wear them, hood up as well, I think he should wear at least one to go home in'
'Yes. I think you are right. Thankyou'.
'Card or cash? Im sure we can complete your transactions most satisfactorily in here'.
Any feedback gratefully received. Including critism!!!