Emma sat nervously on the end of her bed. She had spent ages getting ready, and chosen her business suit for maximum professionalism, until Steve suggested it didn’t feel right for the situation, so she spent yet more time changing into her leather-look PVC jeans and crisp white tee shirt. Steve was looking stylish in a white shirt, skinny jeans and tan brogues.
“Did you bring them?”, Emma asked, “you know I’m not sure about this, we sell rainwear, it doesn’t mean we wear it all the time”.
Steve slipped on his shiny black plastic jacket, “well I’m wearing mine”.
Emma was contemplating putting hers on after Steve had left it on the duvet next to her, but just then there was a knock at the door.
“They’re here”, exclaimed Steve.
“Congratulations Sherlock Holmes, well don’t just stand there, answer it”, Emma said sarcastically.
Emma immediately recognised the woman, “hello my name is Carla Fuller and I…”, she couldn’t complete the sentence as the young girl had flung her arms around her in a huge hug. Carla was taken aback for a moment, but succumbed to the moment and reciprocated, accidentally brushing her hand over Emma’s shiny PVC clad bottom and breathed in the heavenly scent of her copper hair.
Steve looked perplexed, “so you two know each other?”.
Emma laughed a laugh of relief, “this is my very first customer, do you remember back in June when we first met and my first day on the stall?”.
The woman stepped back, “… Carla Fuller from the Herald, pleased to meet you”, she finished her words and held out a hand for Steve to shake.
Emma had been panicking over stories that reporters get all friendly then write a scathing article, but somehow she knew Carla was not that kind; well she hoped anyway.
“Come to mention it, haven’t I seen you serving in Costa”, Steve asked quizzically.
“That was my full-time job until I met this little lady. Now I’m a junior reporter at the Herald and I’m part time in the coffee shop”, the reporter replied, she had an air of pride in her voice.
There was another knock at the door and Steve went to answer it, “sorry I’m late, where can I put my bag?”.
The young photographer looked disheveled, “took me a while to carry this bloody lot all the way up”, he explained, “Gary Franks, photographer, Herald, but I suspect you guessed that, sorry I’m a bit damp, sodding pissing it down out there”.
Emma was transfixed.
Gary stared back, sucked in by those stunning hazel eyes, “crikey I’d heard you were pretty but you are fucking gorgeous”.
Emma still said nothing, she seemed to be frozen like somebody hit pause.
The young man lunged forward offering his hand to Steve to shake, “bit cozy in here isn’t it? Mind if I take this off?”.
Emma didn’t reply so Steve took charge, “let me pop it in the bathroom to dry, as you can see we are a tad snug in here”, and he helped Gary to slip of the big bright orange shiny rain jacket.
Steve was angry and quizzed Gary when they were in the bathroom, “were you hitting on my girlfriend just then?”.
Gary looked confused for a second, then a broad smile shot across his face, “oh I see, don't worry about that, you are much more my type, if you know what I mean”, he ran his hand firmly down Steve’s PVC covered arm, “adore the jacket, looks cool on you, I’ll get a photo once I’m set up”.
Steve wasn’t sure if he should be offended by the blatant touching, relieved or appreciate the complement of being Gary’s type.
Emma was lost in her memories of the time she first met Jason. She had never seen anyone else wear a bright orange coat like his, until today. Gary even looked the spitting image of her lost boyfriend, but when he opened his mouth he displayed none of Jason’s charm.
“So how does this work?”, Steve asked.
“Well”, suggested Carla, “if you two sit on the end of the bed and I’ll sit on this chair and ask some questions. Try to ignore Gary as he’ll take a few photos and if we’re lucky one might make it to the article, if we get space.
With Gary and the orange PVC rain jacket out of the room, as the photographer used the bathroom to set up his camera, Emma snapped back to reality, “if we get space?”.
“Oh yes, there’s always a chance the editor won’t like the story or we get guzzumped by something more news-worthy”, Carla replied, “I have to be honest, you are my first field interview, I have watched your stall growing for the last few months, and I pitched an idea of ‘local rainwear business brings colour to dreary days’ to my editor and he surprised me by saying go for it and take Gary with you, so here we are”.
The three settled down, “do you mind if I record”, said Carla waving the small silver dictation machine in the air, in truth she was worried that she was going to find it difficult to keep the interview flowing because she was so distracted by the tight, shiny, PVC leggings on Emma, and wanted to make sure she didn’t miss anything.
“Tell me how it all started?”, Carla clicked the record button. Steve recounted the way he had taken over the stall from his father and how impossibly difficult those early days were. How he had met Emma, and how she was the turning point. Emma loved that about Steve, he was always happy to give someone else credit where it was due, but she wasn’t sure she deserved the title of raincoat queen.
“After the first day Emma helped out everything changed. I think her bubbly personality and natural banter drew people in”, Steve wanted to say he suspected that men loved to see Emma in her plastic mac but that seemed sexist, if true. The stall was now dedicated to rainwear and Steve had managed to tap in to the fashion rainwear market with Emma’s keen eye for style.
Carla had a degree in English and always wanted to be a journalist but struggled to get a job as she had no experience. After meeting Emma on the stall, and realising who she really was as a result, she left her man and moved into a flat on her own and stepped up her search for a first job in the media. Phil met Carla locking up the coffee shop one evening when she dropped the keys down a drain cover and he helped her retrieve them, he spotted the shine on her blue raincoat and loved her smile, which is maybe why he offered her the job at the Herald. Phil was a good man and kept his word to give Carlathe job even after he found out that she was a lesbian. It was something about the look on Phil’s face when he handed the keys to Carla, she couldn’t possibly let him think he had a chance with her, even if it meant him retracting his offer.
Phil’s stock line was, “we are a small paper but we have big hearts”.
Amanda had already taken Carla’s red plastic mac before she met Phil. She needed a raincoat, and went past Steve’s stall a couple of times, but couldn’t bring herself to talk to Emma again, it was too painful, so she bought a blue Rukka look-alike from Temu. The material was thinner than a proper Rukka with a slightly shiny PVC look and rubbery lining. Carla quite liked it, but she really hankered after another plastic mac, or more specifically, trying on macs with Emma again leading to buying another one.
“So you didn’t wear your red vinyl mac today?”, said Emma.
Carla had to confess, but with a little white lie, “I loaned it to a friend and she hasn’t given it back yet”.
“Well you should have bought something for protection”, said Gary, who had entered the room and was carrying a really big camera, “it was cats and dogs when I came in. Speaking of which, why don’t you pop on that jacket and I’ll take a photo of you with Steve”, he pointed to the black PVC jacket lying on the bed. Carla’s heart skipped a beat at the thought.
Emma complied. The world went into slow motion for Carla as Emma slipped her bare arms into the cool, soft, plastic sleeves, there was something so sexy about her fingers pushing through the elasticated cuff until her hands were out, “don’t you think this is all a bit too much black?”, she said.
Gary had taken out a small silver packet and in an instant it expanded into a large reflector, “no way, you look super just like that”, and he started to set it up to reflect light from a big powerful lamp in the direction of the bed.
“Now you sit on the edge of the bed and Steve kneel behind her with you hands around her waist”, Carla wished it was her not Steve in the photo.
There was a lovely aroma of PVC in the room as Carla bought the interview to a close. Steve got a text and asked if he could excuse himself to go to the lockup to receive a delivery. Gary had already left after he had enough pictures. Emma and Carla sat in silence for a moment until Emma offered a coffee. Carla declined, despite wanting to spend more time with Emma, especially as she was still dressed in her black PVC combo of jeans and jacket, Carla knew it was time to put any thought of a romantic nature to bed and file the girl firmly in her only-friends category. She stood to leave but was finding it hard to.
“I know, we should find you a proper replacement mac”, chirped Emma, “let’s pop down to the lockup and see what Steve has in stock”.
Carla felt she needed to get back to the paper, but the offer was too good to miss.
The white van was just driving off as the women arrived outside the lockup.
“Carla is in need of a new raincoat, I’m sure we can oblige”, Emma said.
Steve re-opened the roller door, “let’s see what delights we have, choose whatever you like, it’s on the house”.
“Oh I can’t do that, I’m not allowed to accept gifts, not professional. I’ll pay”, replied Carla.
The fluorescent tubes blinked into life, rails of colourful rainwear sparkled in the bright light. The boxes that Steve just received were stacked at the side, and Steve took the opportunity to start to check the contents as Emma and Carla went on the hunt.
The girls were giggling as they went through the rails, although Carla was dead set on a replacement red plastic jacket, she was really enjoying trying on as many other styles and materials.
The plastic smell was intoxicating as Steve ripped the flaps on the top box. Inside were layers of cellophane bags each packed with a neatly folded plastic raincoat or jacket. The box was not big, but heavy due to how tightly packed the contents were. He pulled the first item out and carefully peeled open the wrapping and slipped out the green folded garment. The soft vinyl felt luscious and rubbery and his heart skipped a beat as the strong aroma hit him. He carefully unfolded the item, revealing the long arms with two horizontal white stripes in white plastic and the gorgeously new elasticated cuffs. The jacket was mid-bum length with elasticated hem, white full-length zipper and two vertical white plastic stripes on one side. It had a good-sized hood with a white drawstring that ended in green toggles that were maybe one shade darker than the soft plastic material. The design was a new one he wanted to try. He placed his hand under inside the folded material to see that it was very slightly see-through, the sort of thing that would show up a white tee-shirt worn underneath but not in any detail.
“What you got there?”, Emma said, standing over her boyfriend in a black latex trench coat.
Carla appeared behind her, the glass-clear plastic mac that she wore was slightly stiff, so crackled pleasingly as she moved, “looks interesting, can we give them a try?”
One of the things Steve loved was brand new packaged rainwear. He never lost the sense of anticipation when opening a delivery, especially if it was a new style. He liked to keep the stock packaged, or at least preserve the lovely crisp folds, but something told him that was about to be violated.
“Have you got a transparent red three-quarter length one in there?”, Carla enquired, leaning over and crackling mercilessly as she did.
Steve felt a sense of disloyalty to Emma as his manhood reacted instinctively to the reporter’s close proximity and seeing her bare arms under the crackly plastic.
“In the other box I think”, he replied, “these are all tracksuit designs”.
Emma ripped the brown packing tape from the other box. The top item was blue, “try not to crumple the packs if you can”, said Steve. She lifted each pack carefully and placed them on the floor next to the open boxes, various colours of jackets, then a section of over trousers, including transparent red ones.
“Wow”, said Carla, those look like they would keep any rain out, do they have any in my size?”.
“There’s only small in red”, said Emma handing over a sealed pack, “they should fit but I don’t think they will go over the top of your trousers, sorry not much good as over trousers”.
Carla eagerly opened the cellophane and flapped out the crisply folded trousers, “I’ll just give them a try”.
She took off her ankle boots, unzipped her brown formal suit trousers and put her fingers in the waist band ready to slip them off. She had no idea why she did it, but she caught her panties and slipped them off with the trousers in one quick motion, stepping out with her naked lower half close to Steve’s face as he crouched next to the first open box. The reaction in his pants was immediate.
Emma looked shocked, but Carla was already slipping the cool slippery plastic up her bare legs until the crotch was tight. Emma was right, they were a bit tight but felt fabulous, “what do you think?”
She put her hands on her hips and did a little catwalk up and down the lockup. The front roller door was open, so anyone passing by would have had a naughty surprise, but luckily there was nobody out there.
Neither Emma or Steve knew what to say.
Carla’s view was that she just wanted to have some naughty fun and was getting very turned on by the thought that Emma could see her naked pussy under the clear red plastic. Subconsciously a last ditch attempt to turn Emma.
“I bet your dick would love to be trapped in these”, Carla teased Steve.
He knew she meant for him to try his own, but he sort of wished she meant the ones she was wearing while she was still in them right now, “oh God, don’t listen to her”, he was telling himself.
Emma was angry. Partly because of what Carla said to her boyfriend, how dare she, but mainly because her body was reacting to seeing Carla half-naked. Not the sort of reaction she had when she saw Jason’s huge cock for the first time poking out of the front of his bright orange PVC jacket, or the feeling of when Steve was fucking her with his average sized manhood using a technique that made her judder involuntarily during sex, but a definite reaction nonetheless.
“Go on Steve, why don’t you?”, Emma said in a slightly sarcastic voice. She had a pack of large yellow plastic over trousers in her hand at the time, so threw them at her boyfriend.
Steve sort of knew his girlfriend was being sarcastic, but he was so turned on he just had to comply. He was, up until that point, the only one wearing no PVC, having removed the black vinyl jacket from the photo shoot before going to deal with the delivery. He slid his jeans and boxer shorts off eagerly, trying to do it quickly so Emma didn’t have time to stop him.
The plastic over trousers were not his choice of colour, but at least they weren’t baby pink. The feeling was electric and his dick remained stiff until it was safely packed under the soft plastic where it created a very obvious bulge, exacerbated by the fluorescent lighting on the shiny material.
Emma’s anger was increasing as she watched Steve, wondering if his erection was due to see her in the black PVC jeans and latex coat, Carla’s nudity or the feel of the plastic on his own nakedness.
“Won’t you join us Emma?”, Carla asked mischievously.
Emma started to walk out of the situation, but when she got to the front of the lockup she realised she couldn’t leave Steve and Carla alone together. So she pulled the roller door shut with an almighty bang as it hit the ground.
She had to admit that seeing Steve like that, here, in this slightly dirty warehouse with all the lovely rainwear around them was a turn on.
She walked back to the box and started looking through the items, both Steve and Carla stared intently, both hoping for the same result. Emma spotted something discarded on the floor and almost dismissed it.
She turned her back to them both and the long latex trench coat hid her actions, sliding her PVC jeans off, followed by her pink panties, her audience were both waiting for what came next, Steve was trying desperately to make sure it was not him given the tight plastic coving his dick and glorious story unfolding before him.
Emma was annoyed at having to chose a medium size when Carla fitted small. In fact medium was pushing it a bit and in truth she ought to have chosen large but didn’t want to admit that to herself.
She slid her naked legs into the soft plastic one by one, still with her back turned. When he heard the pleasing snap of the elasticated waist band around Emma’s waist Steve almost lost his load, he had to go to his go-to plan of thinking of Winston Churchill whenever he needed to cool a sensual moment like this.
Carla had to buy those trousers now because something wet slid down the inside of her leg.
Emma turned around to give Steve a full frontal view but she was clutching the mac closed teasing him to the very last moment. Carla shifted a couple of paces to her left to improve her view of the unfolding action.
They already knew from the garment legs that Emma has chosen colourless glass-clear over trousers, so the view was going to be spectacular.
Emma walked seductively towards her boyfriend, sliding leg over leg in a catwalk fashion but delighting in the shifting feel of the PVC, and taunting Steve.
She arrived close up to him, not noticing that Carla had shifted further round to get a front-seat view of the performance. The latex raincoat was still firmly held closed.
Emma did what she thought was a Marilyn Munro move whilst still clutching the trench coat.
Then she grabbed it about to do the big reveal and flipped it open.
Carla laughed involuntarily and Steve just stared at the strange sight. There was a big bulge in Emma’s over trousers caused by what appeared to be a squirrel! As Emma rifled through the cardboard box she spotted an old discarded soft toy on the floor and had stuffed it down her from with the face and front paws looking forward giving a “help I’m trapped in here” look.
Steve realised what had happened and joined in with the laugh.
“Oh my god”, cried Carla, “the poor thing can’t breathe, get it out quickly”.
Emma’s plan was to get dressed privately after the joke had played out, but Steve took the bait from Carla and grabbed his girlfriend’s legs. Carla darted forward and her hand went down the front of Emma’s plastic trousers, making sure the back of her hand was towards Emma’s body to ensure she touched her pussy. Emma tried to escape but Steve wrestled her to the floor, luckily Emma was quite ticklish and laughed. Steve pulled her tee shirt up a bit and tickled her on the tummy, while Carla retrieved the stuffed squirrel and proceeded to give it pretend CPR, that made all three of them laugh, and they all fell on the floor giggling. Steve was lying next to Emma and Carla had accidentally ended up with her head on Emma’s lap, her heart was pounding like a steam train at the thought of being so near, and yet so far, from sex with this gorgeous girl.
Emma’s hand began to massage Steve’s dick under the plastic. Carla turned and buried her face in Emma’s vinyl clad pussy, then slowly pulled down the waistband until she could access between Emma’s legs. She had to pull the trousers down a little more to get her tongue onto the girls clit, all the time worried that she would be pushed away, but she wasn’t.
Steve’s right hand slipped down the back of Carla’s shiny trousers and between her butt-cheeks. Carla glanced up and noticed that she could see both of Emma’s hands. A hand is a hand after all, but she would have so preferred it to be one of Emma’s rather than Steve’s.
Carla pulled of the crinkly plastic mac and quickly took off her tee shirt and bra and returned to sucking Emma, with her boobs now dancing playfully in the crumpled top of the girls plastic trousers now around the top of her thighs.
Carla was annoyed when Emma pulled Steve’s trousers down to expose his manhood and slid herself onto his shaft. But rather than ignore the reporter, Emma peeled off the latex mac and removed her own tee shirt and bra, signalling to Carla to caress them. Carla buried her face in Emma’s bare chest as Emma used a free hand to slip down the front of Carla’s now hot and steamy vinyl over trousers.
The three lay in a latex and PVC heap on the cool floor, all panting from the exertions, and hot from wearing plastic.
“I love the feel of these”, remarked Steve, running his hand over his now limp but contented cock under the yellow shiny vinyl, “but access to the important areas is not easy”.
The girls agreed. Carla was still wearing hers which were now very damp inside having discovered for the first time in her life full squirting. Emma had pushed hers off and was fully naked in the heap.
Nobody commented about Carla’s part in the action, they were all just happy.
“I think I need to see if I can find some trousers like these, but with an opening, if you know what I mean”, said Steve.
“Count me in”, said Carla, “but I’m definitely buying these ones for now”.
They staggered slowly into their various clothes, then Carla said sheepishly, “Emma, I know it’s not really your thing, but I wondered if you might kiss my clit before I go”.
Emma looked perplexed at the request, “why?”
“Look just humour me maybe? I have never been with a woman and what you did with your hand was wonderful, but it would mean a lot to me to have another girl taste me there”.
Now that Steve and Emma were dressed the request seemed out of place, but Carla was still in her plastic trousers.
Emma nodded.
The trousers were slipped down and the deed done, although Emma enjoyed it more than she had imagined she would and lingered longer than Carla had hoped she might.
“Crikey look at the time, I’m going to be in so much trouble”, said Carla in a panicked voice as she fought the clammy trousers off and redressed.
Both Steve and Carla were surprised and delighted when Emma said, “maybe we should do this again sometime?”
The End