SOFIA'S GEMS - Part 1

[PVC Raincoat]

SOFIA’S GEMS – Part 1

This was the third morning in a row that I saw her on my way to work as she was entering Value Village. She is dark skinned with short spiked golden hair, tall and slender, wearing a long purple PVC raincoat with a hood and black leather boots to just below the knee. I guess she was around twenty. She looks stunning. I had visited that store many times before in search of those precious PVC gems, but had not seen here there, maybe she’s new.

In my old ’76 Pontiac Firebird I continue to crawl along in the traffic on this drizzly fall day, the rain making the golden Firebird on the black hood glisten under the street lamps still on, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel in time to U2’s “Sunday, Bloody Sunday” playing through the radio from my ipod. We come to another stop and I let my right hand drop down into my lap and stroke the dull blue PVC cagoule covering my legs.

I sit at my desk idly wishing the time away, the clock slowly dragging it’d hands towards noon. A quick look out of my office window confirms it’s still drizzling, so I don my dull blue PVC cagoule over my navy blue suit and head to the parking lot. It’s a short drive this time of day to the Value Village location and I’m hoping to catch a glance at that beautiful young woman again. I have not had a steady partner for a year, no 13 months now and I’m fed up with the bar scene and one night stands that lead nowhere.

Slipping into an empty bay as close as I can to the shop entrance as the rain if heavier now, I jump out of my car, pull my PVC hood up, put my head down and dash to the door. Once inside I’m hit with that unmistakable smell all these type of stores have, a combination of old clothes, smelly shoes and pine disinfectant. With hands deep into my PVC pockets I meander up and down the racks of clothing. Starting at the men’s outer ware that produces nothing like it always does. And then slowly and at bit shyly work my way towards the women’s section. From a distance I see what may be a couple of possible gems and wander towards them. Picking at things along the rack, just so I do not look to conspicuous at going directly after them.

I hesitate in front of something that is semi transparent blue, when this cute voice behind says “Do you need any help?” I spin around in utter surprise to find myself face to face with the beautiful African American lady from this morning. This time she is wearing a black long sleeve top and pants with a bright red Value Village apron over them, and black trainers. Her name badge slightly askew identifying her as Sofia. “I I’m looking for, er, um, raincoat” I fumble out. How lame. “Anything in particular, what about this bluish one” Sofia says, as she lifts it off the rack and holds it up to herself in front of me. The sight of her again with a semi transparent blue PVC raincoat starts my loins to stir. She then slips it off the hanger and puts it on. Now I’m getting a hard on. “Is this the type of raincoat your looking for” she enquires, “I’ll help you look some out” and proceeds down the rack still wearing the semi transparent blue raincoat, that is now buttoned up and belted around her slim waist. Her long legs and tight petit bum looking wonderful through the semi transparent blue PVC covering them.

“There’s another couple here” she calls, waving at me to follower her down the aisle. By the time I get there she has already pulled out two others, one raincoat in glossy green PVC with a collar and the other in semi transparent purple PVC, with a hood like the one she is wearing. “Oooooo” she exclaims, “purple is my favorite color, let me put it on and show you”. Without waiting for a response from me she quickly takes off the semi transparent blue PVC raincoat and slips into the semi transparent purple PVC raincoat. Does it up to her neck and clinches the belt tight. “I love this one” she says as she proceeds to put the hood up and tie it tight under her chin. “How does it look?” she enquires. “You look wonderful” I say. She giggles, “Not me, the raincoat” and proceeds to run her hands down the front of the PVC, smoothing it out over her bust, waist and legs. My cock hardens under my dull blue PVC cagoule.

Not knowing what come over me I blurt out “Would you like it? Could we meet for coffee or something?” Then I could feel myself blushing from my head to my toes.

[hotwilly]

Nice start, not in England this time!

If like previous stories will be a real gem

[David]

Very well written he's hoping for many more installments to come from a five star author.

[RainyDee]

The beginnings of another great story, I've been looking forward to your next literary gem, roll on the next installment!