Thought I would share a piece of rainwear fiction again, a new story...
I might just write a 2nd part, but let´s see how you like this part first...
(the next part for "girl and a mac" is in progress but due to lack of time I haven´t finished it yet... if you were wondering)
Please comment if you like it!
(I know grammar and schpeeelling might be a bit
)Enjoy!
Rainwearlover.
Peter and Kathy
The small village of Huntington was a typical little sleepy village in the English countryside, the kind of place where everybody knew their neighbours and where people still dressed accordingly to the weather …
But there was a problem, the local river had several times the year before been about to overflow due to tree braches getting stuck in the mud and stopping the flow, and it had been decided that the time to clean up the river had come.
Peter, 22, a student from London, was visiting his grandmother at the time of the river clean-up. His grandmother had been trying to get him to join the river clean-up for days now, he really didn’t want to do it, he really didn’t like hard work, but finally he gave in and promised that he would do it.
The day for the clean-up had arrived, Peter sighed as he looked up at the concrete grey clouds above as he made his way down to the pub where the locals would meet up. It wasn’t raining yet but he could tell there was a down pour on its way.
Out side the pub there was a small crowd, men and women of all ages, about half of them dressed in rainwear and boots or waders. A man stepped up on a chair and began to speak to the people. After a long speech everybody teamed up, as they would be working in pairs, and set of towards the river. Peter quickly found himself alone apart from the man who gave the orders.
“Well lad, seems like it’s you and me then…”
“Yeah…” Peter replied slowly.
Then out of the pub walked a girl. The man turned and asked her where her friend was. Peter listened in to the conversation and heard her say that her friend had called in sick.
“Well, why don’t you two team up instead then” the man said and nodded at Peter, then he left.
Peter introduced himself to the girl and vice versa. Her name turned out to be Kathy, just like his ex-girlfriend. Kathy was an attractive young woman, a few years older than him, with long, flowing blonde hair and blue eyes. Peter couldn’t help noticing her curvy body as well. After the normal hand shakes and hellos that goes with meeting a new person, Kathy quickly turned to the job at hand.
“Ever done this sort of work before?” she asked.
“Eeer… no, I haven’t” Peter replied.
“Me neither” Kathy smiled “But I’m sure we’ll get the hang of it”
“So where’s you gear?” Kathy asked.
“Haven’t got any” Peter said.
“Oh, ok… go talk to the woman in the bar, tell her you need some protective gear and that Kathy sent you… I’ll go get mine, see you back here in 15 min, ok?”
“Ok” Peter said and went into the pub.
He walked up to the bar, expecting to get laughed at for requesting some protective gear, and explained to the woman that Kathy had sent him to get some gear.
“Right, follow me” the woman said.
Peter was a bit surprised, he thought he would have to explain it over and over again…
The woman led the way into a room behind the bar and opened the door to a walk-in closet. To Peter’s great surprise it was full of rainwear, boots and waders. There were shiny, cotton backed PVC rainwear on shelves and on hangers all over the place, and it wasn’t a really small closet either, both Peter and the woman could walk around inside. The woman looked at Peter from top to toe and then turned her attention to the shelves. She quickly got the required gear out and handed it over to Peter. It was shiny and soft to the touch.
“Try it on, got to know if it’s the right size” the woman said with a smile.
Peter got busy with getting into the protective clothing, he quite quickly got the bibpants pulled on all the way up to his armpits and the straps secured. Then he pulled on the anorak, just like the bibpants it was a perfect fit, not too small but not too big either. Before he knew it he was handed a pair of shiny, black, rubber smelling thigh waders and told to try them on as well. He did, it was a bit of a struggle to get them on top of the bibpants but a perfect fit after a bit of adjusting. The woman now passed him a sou´wester and a pair of black, heavy-duty, armpit length, rubber gloves. Once again Peter struggled to get them on but this time the woman helped him and just a few moments later he was dressed in his protective gear.
The woman took a few steps back to have a look at Peter.
“Right, now you’re dressed for some wet and dirty work” the woman said with a big smile. “I’ll go make a note of what gear you “checked out”, you may keep it for as long as required but please return it when the job is done, alright?”
Peter nodded.
Still in all of his protective gear he went back into the apart from the woman, empty bar. She was busy with writing something in a small book.
“How much am I going to have to pay for this…”
“Oh, nothing dear, I’ll rent it to you for free, after all you’re going to help the entire village by volunteering and help us clean the river”
A little chit chat later Peter checked the time and realized he’d better go out and wait for Kathy.
Outside the rain had started to come down. As he was standing outside he looked at his rainwear, and as the type of person that not even uses an umbrella in the rain he felt very overdressed. He wondered what Kathy would think of him all dressed up like this, surely she would laugh, who on earth would dress like this? Kathy surely wouldn’t be wearing rainwear he thought as he removed the heavy rubber gloves he was wearing.
He stood waiting for a few moments when he heard a car door slam shut and somebody come running through the rain, he turned towards the source of the noise and saw Kathy coming running towards him. He was wrong, she was wearing rainwear. Peter looked at her as she came running towards him, she was wearing rain pants in bright orange, obviously made from the same type of shiny PVC as the suit he was wearing. She had a yellow sou´wester on her head and on her feet dark blue, short shafted rubber boots. She was wearing a knitted jumper, but had a firm grip around a bright green rain jacket, that also made from thick, smooth, shiny PVC.
Kathy joined Peter on the veranda outside the pub. She looked at him, smiled and said:
“Well, she surely got you prepared for the job”
“Yeah” Peter replied.
“Ok, well since you’re all set, let’s get going before the weather gets even worse” Kathy said and quickly put on her rain jacket, leaving it unbuttoned.
Kathy quickly led the way to the car park and unlocked the doors to an old, white ford transit van. She got in on the driver’s side and Peter on the passenger side. Kathy started and pulled out of the car park, heading out of the village.
“We’re going upstream to see what needs to be done there” She explained.
Peter couldn’t help feeling a bit out of place, there he sat, on the way to go help clean up a river, in the pouring rain and with a woman a few years older than himself, both dressed in shiny PVC rainwear. He sat quiet as Kathy drove on…
Peter glanced at Kathy, she really was quite attractive the thought. He might have looked at her a bit too long, because suddenly Kathy looked at him smiling and said “What is it?”
“Oh, nothing… I just… I was just admiring your outfit…” He said as an excuse to why he had been looking at her, immediately regretting having said it, thinking it surely must be a very odd thing to say.
“Thanks, you like it?” Kathy asked, with a smile spreading across her pretty face.
Peter hesitated for a moment and before he could think of what to say next, Kathy spoke again.
“Wearing brightly coloured rainwear on such a dull day as this, really is an great way to get cheered up, I must admit I really like being out in the rain, being protected from the weather in waterproofs like these. The feeling of being safe, you know what I mean?”
“Yeah…” Peter lied. He actually had no idea of what she was talking about, but he decided to play along if she asked him something about the subject he had gotten into…
Fortunately the drive was over. Kathy turned to Peter and said:
“Here we are, got any experience of this sort of thing?” she asked.
“Cleaning a river? Nope, none” he answered.
“Well that’s ok, just means I got to get changed then…The gear is a bit tricky to get on, so if you could help me I’d appreciate it”
“Yeah, I can help you” Peter said not knowing what to expect.
“Good, I’ll let you know when I need you…Your help that is.” she quickly added and got out.
Peter was sure he had seen her blush…
He heard the rear doors open and shut, and felt the car move as Kathy did whatever she did in the back.
As he sat and waited for Kathy to get done he started to think about the, to him, stupid excuse he had come up with when she caught him looking at her. Why had he said it? Sure was a stupid thing to say…
As he sat there he came to think about it, she actually looked pretty nice in her rainwear, in a strange and unexpected way…
Soon enough Kathy signalled she needed his help and he got out and went to the back of the van. The doors were wide open and there sat Kathy. She was still wearing her yellow sou´wester, but the pants and the jacket had been substituted for a one-piece PVC rain suit in bright orange.
“Hi there” she said as Peter turned up. Peter just looked at her.
“Never seen a rain coverall before? Bet you don’t see many of these in London” She said and smiled.
“Oh… no, you’re right about that…”
“I was hoping you could help me get my waders on, it’s quite difficult to get it done properly on your own you see...”
She turned around and grabbed her waders and handed them over to Peter.
“What I need you to do is to try to feed the trouser legs into the waders as smoothly as possible as I pull the waders up. Think you can do that?”
“Yeah, no problem” Peter replied.
And so they set to work, once again he found himself in a peculiar situation, more or less caressing Kathy’s rainwear covered thighs. As he helped her he could feel himself getting stiff in the trouser department.
Trying (and failing) to focus on something else to stop himself from getting a total erection, Peter noticed the waders were quite a bit tighter than the ones he was wearing and that there was a strange feature which he didn’t quite understand. There was an added seal or ring of soft rubber at the top which fitted tightly against her thigh.
Having helped her put the waders on, he asked her about the extra rubber seal.
“That’s my own little modification, it’s actually a piece of latex that seals the waders to the rainwear to stop water from leaking in…”
Kathy was now, apart from the gloves ready to get to work, so she got to her feet and got out the gloves. As Kathy turned away from him, Peter discreetly checked that his erection wasn’t showing through the rainwear and slightly adjusted the rainwear to get some slack over his crotch. Kathy found her gloves, the very same type that Peter would be wearing, but smaller and with a tighter fit. Peter watched as Kathy put them on by rolling them onto her arms, a procedure not much unlike that of putting on a condom. As he watched he got the feeling that this was something Kathy was used to.
“What are you waiting for? Get you gloves on” Kathy said.
Peter went and got his gloves and then began to try to replicate the technique he had seen Kathy use to put them on. He soon got it fouled up and had to start over again. Kathy was now all set and offered to help, Peter kindly turned down the offer, not wanting to embarrass himself by having her to help him get them on… Peter struggled a while, before Kathy stepped in to help him.
She quickly got them rolled up and Peter put his hand inside.
“Arm up” Kathy said.
As Peter put his arm up, Kathy being slightly shorter than him, had a hard time to reach to roll the glove down. In an attempt to reach she pressed herself tight up against Peter, their rainwear and rubber waders squeaking as they came into contact, rubbing against each other. Peter was now sandwiched between Kathy and the van, he was sure that the chance of her not noticing his erection was minimal. Not able to get the glove rolled on Kathy stepped back. As she did she glanced at the now apparent bulge in his pants. She said nothing, just gave him a smile, now Peter could see she knew about it…
“Why don’t you try to sit down and lean up against the car, would make it a lot easier I think” Kathy said.
Peter sat down and held up his arm to let Kathy roll down then glove. Kathy took the least expected position to get it done, with one leg on either side of him, with her crotch just a few inches from his face, he could smell her rubber waders. As she helped him with the gloves her body moved and more than once her rainwear covered crotch came into contact with his face. He quickly got the feeling that not even half of the times were accidental as he looked up at Kathy.
“Don’t worry, just about done with this one…”
Kathy went to get the other glove, bending over and sort of showing off her rainwear clad bum to Peter, who was looking at it.
Soon she was back to repeat the process, taking the same position. But this time there was no doubt about it as Kathy gently but firmly pressed her crotch against his face not to remove it before the glove was where it needed to be.
“Ok, that’s enough, for now… there’s work to be done” Kathy said and helped Peter to his feet.
Peter’s mind was racing, “What did she mean with “that’s enough, for now” he thought” as Kathy led the way to the riverbank. Kathy quickly got down into the water and waded out into the middle of it, it wasn’t a very wide nor deep river, about 15 feet across and 4 feet deep.
“Here’s what we’ll do” Kathy said to Peter who was standing on the riverbank “I’ll walk here in the middle of it looking for tree braches and stuff like that, while you take that side doing the same thing. If you find anything throw it up on the riverbank, as far away from the water as possible”
Peter nodded and got into the water and got on with it. He pretty soon found himself looking more at Kathy than focusing on the task. Their eyes met ever so often. About and hour and a half later they had waded a long way and could now see two of the other locals in the river, busy with shifting debris from the riverbanks. Kathy stopped and said:
“That’s the end of our patch, let’s head back”
Half an hour later they were back at the van.
“Well, that’s it for today, I hope you’ll join me tomorrow too…?”
“Yes, I’d love to do that” Peter said who by now couldn’t stop thinking about her.
Kathy opened the rear doors of the van and then turned to face him again.
“You know, I couldn’t help noticing the way you’ve been looking at me all day… and one or two other things” Kathy said with a grin. “So, I’m gonna make it easy for you and ask you out for a date… So what do you say?”
Peter was completely taken by surprise, her she was, the prettiest girl he had seen in a long time asking him out for a date. He had to say yes. And so he did.
“Great! 7.30 in the pub?”
“Yeah, I’ll meet you there!” Peter said with a smile.
I’ll just get changed… Kathy said and got in to the back of the van… “Wait there…”
Peter was now a very happy man. And the day was about to get even better…
A few minutes later the doors opened again and Peter couldn’t believe his eyes. Kathy stood there completely nude.
Her body was like nothing else Peter had ever seen, her curves were enough to drive him wild, her tits were nice and firm just like her bum and her stomach flat. She simply had a perfect body.
“Seeing and feeling your excitement made me excited too… and now I want satisfaction”
Kathy said with a big grin on her face. “Satisfaction from you…”
And with that she stepped out of the van and into the rain, she walked up to him, pulled his anorak up to get at the straps holding the bibpants in place. She quickly pulled them down to his crotch and told him to lie down on his back in the wet grass. He did.
“Get it out while I get some protection” Kathy said and went back to the van.
Peter quickly liberated his penis from the confinement of his underwear. Kathy returned a few moments later, now wearing her green rain jacket, yellow sou´wester and dark blue rubber boots. She stood and looked down at him while she very quickly put on a pair of disposable latex gloves. She got down and began to fondle Peter’s now very stiff penis before she slipped her hand into the pocket of the rain jacket and took out a condom. Peter thought it was strange that she had put on her rainwear again, but he quickly forgot about everything as Kathy slipped the condom onto his shaft and positioned herself on top of him. It didn’t take long before both of them were moaning and breathing heavily. Peter didn’t last for long after that. He reached the climax and shot his load into the condom. Kathy giggled and said:
“Looks like I could take more than you could give me”
“Yeah…. I’m sorry I couldn’t make you cum, I tried but…”
“Don’t be, but know this, I WILL get you to make me cum” she said and smiled, she then leaned forward and kissed him.
Kathy got to her feet and went to the back of the van where she undressed again only to put on her rain pants, which turned out to actually be bibpants, followed by the rain jacket, boots and sou´wester. Fully dressed in her rainwear, nobody could tell she was not wearing anything underneath. She closed the doors and went to start the van.
“Come on” Kathy said.
Peter got in and they headed back to the pub. On the way back they exchanged phone numbers, but otherwise sat quiet. Peter was still thinking about what just had taken place in the wet grass by the river. Peter came to think about the rainwear she had put on before they made love, seemed like a strange thing to do…
“I hope you don’t mind me asking but why the rain jacket back there…?” Peter said and looked at Kathy as she pulled over outside the pub.
“I hate being wet… and wearing it is a big turn-on for me…” Kathy answered just as Peter got off… “See you later then!”
“Sure thing” Peter said and got out.
Kathy drove off and Peter was left standing in the rain thinking about what she had said. Soon enough he started to walk back towards his grandmother’s place.
Later that afternoon he received a message on his phone, it was Kathy. The message was short and clear:
“7.30 the pub. Rain = Rainwear, understood?
”