Cagoule walk
Posted: October 19th, 2024, 6:50 pm
Last night was a bit wet around these parts and I decided to go out for a walk. I needed some milk anyway and so it seemed the perfect excuse!
Normally, I would don my dark blue regatta pack away pro as I am quite comfortable wearing this out and about and I don’t feel like anyone will guess my fetish for rainwear or cagoules. However, last night, feeling brave, I put on my vintage royal blue Peter storm cagoule and walked over the recreation ground to the shop about 2 miles away.
It was just drizzling when I left and so my cagoule was over my t shirt but only partially zipped. As I walked over the field, the rain got stronger and the wind stiffened a little. I zipped up completely and pulled my hood up against the rain, tightening the strings and tying them into a little bow. Good god, I felt so horny as i rustled away, my cagoule getting wetter in the storm.
I went through the field and into the housing estate behind where I knew there is a crappy corner shop.
It was about 10pm by this point so not many people were around and I enjoyed the rustling and the cagoule glistening in the street lights.
Once in the shop, I got a big bottle of milk and went to walk back. The lady in the shop (Indian woman about 30 years old) didn’t bat an eyelid at my cagoule clad attire.
As I walked back over the rec another of my fetishes came into my head. I imagined Night on Bald Mountain playing as the storm suddenly got more intense, the wind and rain lashing me as I struggled to keep my hood up against the storm…. The lightning flashed and thunder crashed around me as I struggled through the storm, my hand on my tight hood to keep it on my head. The drawstrings whipping about in the fierce wind.
Ride of the Valkyrie’s played as I pushed through the storm, head down, wrestling win the wind and rain. My cagoule protecting me but getting wetter and wetter as I went. I
Just managed to get back into my house before the storm blew me away.
I hung my wet cagoule up and went to bed to have some ‘me time’. When my wife got in this morning having been at a friends overnight she noticed my now dry Peter storm hanging up by the door. ‘Oh… you wore that out last night did you?’ She asked…. Knowing that this would be unusual for me as I tend not to wear my / our cagoule collection out and about.
‘Weirdo’ she said. Half joking.
However luckily for me she was interested enough to don the Peter Storm herself and we had a nice session in the shower and then the bedroom. Me imagining her out and about in the cagoule during a storm. Night on bald mountain playing as she desperately zips it up and pulls her hood tight against the oncoming stormy onslaught.
Normally, I would don my dark blue regatta pack away pro as I am quite comfortable wearing this out and about and I don’t feel like anyone will guess my fetish for rainwear or cagoules. However, last night, feeling brave, I put on my vintage royal blue Peter storm cagoule and walked over the recreation ground to the shop about 2 miles away.
It was just drizzling when I left and so my cagoule was over my t shirt but only partially zipped. As I walked over the field, the rain got stronger and the wind stiffened a little. I zipped up completely and pulled my hood up against the rain, tightening the strings and tying them into a little bow. Good god, I felt so horny as i rustled away, my cagoule getting wetter in the storm.
I went through the field and into the housing estate behind where I knew there is a crappy corner shop.
It was about 10pm by this point so not many people were around and I enjoyed the rustling and the cagoule glistening in the street lights.
Once in the shop, I got a big bottle of milk and went to walk back. The lady in the shop (Indian woman about 30 years old) didn’t bat an eyelid at my cagoule clad attire.
As I walked back over the rec another of my fetishes came into my head. I imagined Night on Bald Mountain playing as the storm suddenly got more intense, the wind and rain lashing me as I struggled to keep my hood up against the storm…. The lightning flashed and thunder crashed around me as I struggled through the storm, my hand on my tight hood to keep it on my head. The drawstrings whipping about in the fierce wind.
Ride of the Valkyrie’s played as I pushed through the storm, head down, wrestling win the wind and rain. My cagoule protecting me but getting wetter and wetter as I went. I
Just managed to get back into my house before the storm blew me away.
I hung my wet cagoule up and went to bed to have some ‘me time’. When my wife got in this morning having been at a friends overnight she noticed my now dry Peter storm hanging up by the door. ‘Oh… you wore that out last night did you?’ She asked…. Knowing that this would be unusual for me as I tend not to wear my / our cagoule collection out and about.
‘Weirdo’ she said. Half joking.
However luckily for me she was interested enough to don the Peter Storm herself and we had a nice session in the shower and then the bedroom. Me imagining her out and about in the cagoule during a storm. Night on bald mountain playing as she desperately zips it up and pulls her hood tight against the oncoming stormy onslaught.