Good Thing, part 2 - free fetish story

Part Two

"I'm thirsty. Are you?" Joanne smiled after our millionth kiss.

"Yeah… Now that I come to think of it, I am!" I smiled, feeling thoroughly contented and satiated after enjoying another thoroughly satisfying round of lovemaking. Plastic was the ultimate Viagra and I hadn't had any trouble performing again – and again, much to Joanne's delighted pleasure and approval. She was still as tightly enclosed as ever inside her plastic bodysuit although I could hardly see her breasts because of the sweaty condensation forming inside. It was somewhat uncomfortably clammy now although I definitely wasn't complaining! "I wouldn't mind a snack as well."

"Sounds good to me too," Joanne grinned. "Then we'll call it a night and hit the sack."

"What about… um…" I nervously stumbled over the words. "Its getting a bit wet now."

Joanne nodded. "Yeah. We'll have a shower and wash everything – for some reason, sweat makes plastic go hard easily, then it ends up tearing."

"Oh, I see." Nonplussed, I digested her latest statement. "What will we wear then? Nothing?" I was looking forwards to cuddling up close with Joanne tonight – I'd never slept with anyone until today.

"Oh, we'll wear my plastic pyjamas," she airily replied as if such garb was nothing out of the ordinary. "You can borrow a spare pair, I've got several."

"Oh my word…" Joanne was just unbelievable. "By the way… that reminds me – I still haven't seen your rainwear collection yet. I'm dying to see it."

"Oh, yeah!" she enthusiastically exclaimed. "I just can't wait to show you!"

"Now?"

"Hmmm…" Joanne's eyebrows furrowed delightfully. "What say we shower first, then change for bed, have something to eat and drink before having a look at my raincoat collection?"

I smiled. "Sounds good to me."

Stepping in the shower clad from head to ankle in clear, protective plastic was a totally unique experience for me. The spray of water just bounced and streamed down the vinyl in dozens of bright, silvery rivulets. I glanced around with utter amazement. Joanne's bathroom was the last word in luxury. Marble everything. Heated towel rails. The softest, fluffiest towels this side of the Equator. A huge spa bath dominated one corner of the room, commanding a fantastic view of the nearby hills and ocean beyond. But perhaps best of all, the massive walk-in double shower stall, enclosed by a glass screen contained not one but two showerheads, allowing both of us to shower side-by-side. Joanne stood by me, allowing the water to stream down over her plastic bodysuit.

Her beautiful face was glowing with a deep, inexpressible joy and I couldn't help smiling. I knew how she felt for we'd both been in the same boat not so long ago. She looked so happy!

"Dearest Eddie…" Joanne impulsively hugged me again and I happily returned her kisses. I was hard again. The combination of the warm, slick, smooth plastic and her embrace was doing it again!

"My darling Jo…" I murmured, enjoying the incredible smoothness of the wet plastic as the water splashed downward in a hissing spray. It no longer felt sticky or clammy now.

"Mmm…" Joanne gurgled before kissing me hard.

I wanted our shower to last forever but eventually Joanne said, "We'd better take off our plastic suits – it won't be long before we run out of hot water."

I badly wanted to laugh. Wearing our plastic rainwear totally defeated the whole purpose of showering – I was practically as dry as a bone beneath my protective cocoon. Even my sweat-soaked hair hadn't touched a single drop of water but I hardly minded or cared. If anything, it was an experience which I'd really enjoyed.

"What do I do now?" I asked after helping each other change out of our plastic bodysuits. We'd begun the process with undoing the tightly tied laces holding the hoods around our heads before allowing the water to sluice down the inside of our rainsuits. I could not tear my eyes away from Joanne's beautiful light brown, naked body. Her erect, excited dark chocolate nipples were very brown against her pale brown skin. They were the most beautiful breasts that I'd ever seen, I thought.

"Just pull them inside out and let the water do all the hard work," she smiled. "It'll wash everything away then I'll hang them up to dry."

"No worries."

She smiled. "Wash me well after I finish doing these."

Joanne had vanished inside the walk-in robe after ordering me to wait and I nervously cleared my throat while I waited for her to emerge. I was warm and dry now after towelling each other down. To be honest, I wasn't that keen on wearing plastic again tonight – I wanted to feel Joanne's soft, warm skin more than ever after soaping her down in the shower – including the most intimate portions of her anatomy. But she obviously had other ideas and I didn't have the heart – or courage to contradict her. I'd already had my fill – in the most pleasurable possible manner and this just seemed like overkill. It was not as though I minded that much though. It was a long time since I had ever felt that horny! Just like a drowning, starving sailor rescued from the ocean, all I could think about was more… I could not get enough of Joanne – or her tight, tight hot pussy, which so readily opened wide just for me.

After a seeming eternity, Joanne happily trotted back inside, her arms loaded high with more plastic rainwear – or whatever she had in mind for us to wear and I instantly felt my penis harden.

"Where did you get all that from?" I disbelievingly asked while she carefully separated everything into two piles, one deep pink and the other, a dazzling yellow.

"Some company called PVC-U-Like," she happily replied, the joy still evident in her voice. "I found them on the Internet." Proudly, "I got them to make this lot up special for me."

"Must've cost a bit," I murmured.

"Yeah. Heaps." She smiled again. "Ok here you go." Joanne dropped everything in my lap and I couldn't help gasping again. The plastic was as soft and smooth as our vinyl rainsuits were hard and crackly.

"I've always loved jelly jackets," Joanne conversationally said. "They're just so nice and smooth – so I got them to make everything in the same kind of plastic."

I nodded again. "Yeah… it feels fantastic," I wonderingly replied, vainly trying to ignore my throbbing, pulsing dick.

"I like wearing these better for bed," Joanne mused, "mainly because it just feels so good! Also because it's easier to put on and wear in bed."

Joanne was much more than simply plastic-fetishistic, she lived and breathed plastic. It was a total lifestyle, the same way some people lived for the ocean or golf – and I tried not to think about what I'd gotten myself into. I glanced downward and was lost again. The cool, smooth plastic gleamed and shone beneath the warm glow of the light. Suddenly all I wanted to do was try everything on. It was so beautiful!

"Put the pants on first," Joanne suddenly said, "Then the jacket."

{[Getting ready for bed]} I could only stare like an old lecher while she eased the plastic rainpants all the way up her legs, firmly seating everything directly above her crotch before gently snapping the wide elastic waistband in place several inches above her navel. Watching Joanne dressing was the most erotic sight I'd ever seen. It far rivalled the tabletop-dancing club I'd visited on a buck's night with my mates – but there they'd merely disrobed. The performance had done nothing for me – but this was far, far different. Aware of my fascinated gaze, Joanne deliberately drew out every minute of her dressing ritual. I could just see Joanne's legs and the darker triangle of her furry bush beneath the semi see-through plastic, and it was really driving me crazy now.

Smiling widely, Joanne picked up her jelly jacket before sliding it on and slowly drawing the strong zipper all the way up from her hips to the base of her neck. Its attached hood hung limply behind her neck and this too she slowly pulled upward, carefully easing it into position before drawing the laces tight and fastidiously fastening everything with a tight double-knot, framing her fine features in a wide, shiny translucent pink oval. Ignoring my astonished gaze, she leant downward and slipped her feet into a matching pair of plastic socks, which also came with a tight-fitting elasticised band exactly similar to her jacket.

"You wear this every night?" I incredulously asked as she straightened before standing.

Joanne shot me a sharp look as if to say, 'Are you crazy?' before smiling. "Oh yes, of course!" she exclaimed before adding, "Every night. I can't sleep otherwise."

"Stupid question," I sheepishly replied.

"Absolutely. Now come on, put your pyjamas on and I'll help you."

When my mates heard that I'd finally hooked up with a real, live girl, they would insist on receiving a blow-by-blow account of my night with her – but revealing the finer detail was impossible. How could I explain the way Joanne tenderly pulled those gorgeous soft plastic rainpants all the way up my legs before settling them around my waist with a satisfying 'snap!' – or the way she zipped up my jelly jacket before drawing the hood tight around my face and doing up the laces so nothing would slip or loosen? It was a very special intimacy of a kind that they just wouldn't understand. I would probably find myself jeered all the way out of the public bar and into the beer garden. A vivid image of my mate's likely reaction when they met Joanne suddenly popped up in my brain and I inwardly cringed. They would laugh, for sure. Oh well, there was no point in worrying about what tomorrow would bring. As the old saying goes, 'Live every day as if it's your last!'

I knew that I had nothing to be ashamed about – if anything, I couldn't imagine a more loving introduction to the wonderful world of sex. I knew in my heart that what we were doing was… right, it was so right! Joanne was a beautiful girl, a lovely girl. I knew that I shouldn't be thinking this way. Perhaps it was only because I was still feeling somewhat overwhelmed by the rapidity of my seduction – if that's what it was. I certainly couldn't recall another time anyone hit on me, never mind taking me home and… She was calling all the shots and I had to admit that deep down, I liked being dominated like this, being forced to wear plastic regardless of my wishes. Joanne was gently easing each plastic bootie up my ankles and I couldn't help sighing with pleasure as they caressed the ultra-sensitive soles of my feet with a touch like no other.

"Now plastic boy, we're all ready for bed," Joanne beamed, stepping backward and critically studying me.

I blushed as I noticed my reflection in the mirror. There I was covered from head to toe in gleaming smooth, translucent plastic. Only my face and hands were visible. The bulge in my rainpants was also clearly visible and I quickly looked away before admiring Joanne's rainwear, if one could call it that. It was strictly indoor wear. She was positively resplendent in her beautiful blue plastic outfit and my heart tripped over itself before performing a perfect somersault. "You look so beautiful," I sighed.

"Oh, thank you," Joanne giggled. "You look lovely too."

I knew that I was so lucky to have met someone like Joanne and I impulsively pulled her into my arms before crushing her lips against mine. All my worries had vanished like a will-o'-the-wisp as she responded to my kisses. Suddenly I'd discovered the meaning of life and it was called "love". Nothing, but nothing beat having a beautiful girl in my arms but best of all, I could tell that Jo felt the same way about me. Happiness is an insubstantial, ethereal emotion but… I was happy now – deliriously so.

"Well… " Joanne breathlessly breathed, "what say we have something to eat now?"

"Shall we?"

"I haven't got much in the fridge," Joanne sighed. "Normally today is my shopping day but…" She shrugged her shoulders before giggling. "Instead… today I met a handsome stranger who really knows how to fuck."

I grinned. Joanne always knew how to make me laugh! She was such a bright, bubbly irrepressible personality. It was hard to feel down for long around her. "Who's this wonderful guy you just met?" I teased. "He must be really great if you like him so much."

"Why, it's the guy standing right in front of me!" Joanne exclaimed. "He's got such a big, hard cock," she theatrically sighed. "I love it when he puts it inside me and fucks my brains out."

"Oh my God, Joanne," I breathed. "You really know how to make me horny huh? Oh God… I want you so bad."

Her giggle was loud in the still air. "That's the general idea. I want you so much too."

"We could always go back to bed…"

"Later," she firmly replied. "You're kinda all used up now. I like it better when you come so hard and really fill me up."

I smiled again. There was nothing, but nothing better than the sweet release when I came. "Yeah… I really like that as well."

"I just bet you do. Anyway…" Her brow furrowed delightfully while she thought. "You like pizza?" Without waiting for an answer, she continued, "How about we order take-out pizza?"

"Um… I love pizza but…"

"But?"

"What's the delivery guy going to say when he sees you?"

Joanne shrugged. "Who cares what he thinks? They only want our money anyway."

I didn't even want to think how he (or she?) would react seeing me like this and I squirmed with embarrassment. "I'd better go change now while you order our pizza."

"No! Don't you dare!" Joanne exclaimed. "Leave your raincoat on. You are not allowed to take anything off. Leave it on."

"Huh? But I…"

"He won't care," she insisted. She turned around before picking up the phone. "What do you like?"

Defeated, I reluctantly replied, "I love Hawaiian."

"Oh good!" Joanne's cheeks dimpled. "That's my favourite as well. We've got so much in common, don't you think? Ok, hang on while I call them."

Our conversation was bordering on the bizarre – Joanne calmly discussing what we should order whilst kitted out from head to toe in gleaming plastic. I glanced downward and studied the plastic booties covering my feet. What would the deliveryman think if he…? Joanne was talking animatedly, explaining exactly what she wanted in no uncertain detail and I grinned. She was nothing if not assertive. Jo certainly already had me twisted around her little finger for sure.

"Yes, I said extra bacon! Got that? Good," Joanne said, rolling her eyes in my eyes as if trying to explain the stupidity of people who couldn't understand clear English. "How much? No worries. Thanks! Bye!"

I smiled again, picturing the consternation in the kitchen as Joanne's order was relayed through to the cooks slaving away in front of the ovens.

"Really!" Joanne's expressive face was alight with indignation. "Honestly, some people just have no idea. He tried to say we can't do that and I said, 'Look buster, I'm the one paying for this, not you!' So he just gave up after that but I don't think he was very happy."

"The customer is always right," I said sententiously.

Joanne, preened, pleased that she'd gotten her own way. "Exactly." She leant forward before extracting her wallet from a small bowl containing her car keys and any amount of small change. "Here," she said, pulling out a redback – twenty bucks. "I'll heat up a couple of plates and clear the table. You give this to him when he arrive – Oh, and mind that he gives you the correct change!"

I bit my lip. "Um but…"

"Don't take your pyjamas off!" Joanne ordered. "I know what you're thinking. He won't care anyway."

I inwardly cringed. Was Joanne trying to humiliate me like this on purpose? I couldn't believe that this was actually happening.

Joanne wrapped her arms around me. "Thanks for helping out, my love," she crooned before kissing me. "I wouldn't ask if I thought anything would happen. I've done this before, heaps of times."

Oh my God, I thought. The mind boggled. I could only visualise the scene as Joanne confronted some unsuspecting deliveryman in her plastic PJ's. I really didn't want to do this but I sensed that Joanne would be upset if I said no and I inwardly sighed again. She certainly didn't seem to think there was anything strange about our apparel but I knew that it was unlikely anyone wouldn't see it that way. It might not worry Joanne but it worried me. I'm not naturally extroverted and I positively hate being laughed at. Whatever, I would just have to grit my teeth, go ahead and do it. I would push the money in his hand, grab the pizza and run! To hell with the change…

"Oh my God," said the pretty young thing as I opened the door and I inwardly cringed.

{[The Orange girl]} The girl was wearing a shiny bright orange PVC rainsuit complete with matching waterproof overpants. Her heavy, industrial-strength rainwear was slick and wet with rain. I liked the way the drawstring hood, which she hadn't bothered lower, so prettily framed her cute face. Even the matching vinyl pizza carry bag was orange. I knew who she worked for. 'If it's Orange, it's orange!' the TV adverts ran. Normally I could not have torn my eyes away from her but I hardly noticed how shiny her beautiful rainwear was, as I vainly tried to pretend that I was anywhere but here. I had a brief glimpse of her eyes widening with shock as they travelled over my shiny blue pyjamas/rainsuit. At least my dick had the decency to hide (more out of sheer, acute embarrassment than anything else) while I awkwardly shuffled from one side to another. She was very pretty, that much was obvious but I hardly cared or noticed her looks as I focused on the pizza box nestling in the crook of her arm.

"Um… I-" She cleared her throat before hesitantly beginning again. "I've got a pizza delivery for Joanne – One Hawaiian with extras." She couldn't tear her eyes away from me as she spoke. Worse still, I could hear a giggle forming in her throat. I just wanted the ground to swallow me up – whole. I closed my eyes before sighing. She was clearly expecting me to confirm our order but my tongue just wouldn't form the words.

Instead, I dumbly nodded before handing over Joanne's twenty and reaching out for the pizza box. A delicious smell was wafting across my nostrils and I suddenly realised that I was hungry.

"Oh no!" she exclaimed before jerking it away. "You've gotta sign for it first."

"Huh?"

"Yeah! You've gotta… hehehe!" She couldn't control her laughter and I inwardly raged. "I mean… you have to sign so we can show that we delivered your pizza on time." She checked her watch before scrawling something on a small form attached to a mini-clipboard and handing it to me. Her hands then immediately shot upward to her mouth and I could feel my ears burning while I wrote out the official proof that she'd done her job. Their attention to customer service was commendable but… why did they have to pick us? I could feel her eyes studying me again and I knew that she'd seen my plastic booties. Any chance of pretence was long gone. She could also see that I was starkers beneath.

"Th… thank you very much," she giggled, handing over my change. "I hope you… you… hehe! - enjoy your pizza."

"You're welcome," I muttered.

"Have a nice… um… day!" With that, she thankfully turned and darted down the landing, spraying little droplets of water in her wake. I hoped that we would never cross paths again.

"I see that you got our pizza OK," Joanne smiled on my return. "No problems?"

"I had to sign for it," I sighed. I could feel the soft plastic sticking to my embarrassed, sweaty skin.

"Did she like your pyjamas?" Joanne blithely asked.

"What do you think?"

Joanne grinned. "C'mon, lets eat now. I'm starving. Sex always makes me hungry."

"Hungry for me or…?"

She laughed before hugging me again. "Both!"

It was not all bad news, I thought. At least I wasn't alone as usual. It was not every day that I met a soulmate. What I'd just enjoyed (and would continue to enjoy) with her tonight was worth every price demanded of me. So I thought.

Our pizza was delicious – and it came with all the trimmings that she had asked for. The aluminium plate was empty by the time we finished.

"Yummy…" said Joanne. "That was nice."

"It was the best pizza I've ever had," I boldly declared.

"We will have to go there again," Joanne smiled.

I grinned and replied, "Yes, we will."

Joanne nodded. "For sure. You know what I really like about pizza?"

"What?"

"No bloody washing up!" Joanne's laughter filled the air like liquid music and I felt my heart contract while I studied the lovely creature seated on my right. Her plastic rainwear shone in the dim light, highlighting each crease and fold as she unconsciously shifted position. I especially liked the way the plastic formed miniature waves in the center of Joanne's tightly tied hood. It was stretched smooth on either side, save for the top where the plastic creased in the center.

"What are you looking at?" Joanne smiled.

"Um, I like the way the plastic creases in the middle of your hood," I replied. "It looks so sexy."

"Ohhh…" said Joanne. Her smile was a sun as she held me the way a limpet might cling to a wave-swept rock. "I'm so happy that I met you!"

Forgetting my earlier embarrassment, I fervently replied, "Me too."

"I've only known you for a few hours but… I hope it will be for much, much longer than that," she said in a low, earnest voice.

Joanne was all but saying that she wanted to be my girlfriend, indeed maybe something much more than that. I felt my heart flare with a deep joy, slowly suffusing my body while we hugged each other in an embrace which seemed to last forever. I'd finally found my mate. My long, lonely years of isolation had finally come to an end and I wanted to rejoice. My parents would be happy too. They'd banged on often enough about 'getting out there' and meeting the right girl. I could hardly wait for my chance to show off Joanne to everyone. She was so beautiful!

"My dearest darling…" I felt my voice crack with emotion and I hugged Joanne harder, savouring the unique sensation of smooth plastic covering warm skin. "I'm so glad that I met you too and I'm really looking forwards to going out with you and… doing everything together."

"Yeah!" Joanne's voice was bright, bubbly, enthusiastic. "I just can't wait to go out walking in the rain with you!"

"Uh, yeah…" I could only imagine what Joanne's idea of recreation might involve. The Manly ferry was still fresh in my mind. "By the way… I still haven't seen your rainwear collection. You said you were going to show me."

"Oh yes!" Joanne breathlessly exclaimed. "Come on, come with me and I'll show you!"

Caught up in her infectious enthusiasm, I eagerly followed my new girlfriend. I could hardly wait to see what she owned. I imagined that she might own a couple of dozen outfits or so. Surely she'd been exaggerating earlier.

Joanne led me through her bedroom where I'd just lost my less-than-cherished virginity to a beautiful girl in plastic before halting and pointing to an inconspicuous door. "When I moved in, I had one of the old bedrooms converted to an um… second walk-in robe – and that's where I keep my raincoats now," she explained before shyly adding, "You'll be the first to see them. I've never shown anyone before."

She strolled forward and punched in a six-digit combination of numbers on an electronic lock that I hadn't noticed before. Obviously Jo wasn't keen on anyone learning about her thing for plastic rainwear. How big was her collection that she required this level of security?

"Ok, in you go," Joanne said with a slight tremor in her voice, gently pushing me forward before following.

The sight which greeted my eyes was so astonishing that I stood rooted to the spot as if turned to stone and gaped. One of my hobbies is gold prospecting (I own a metal detector) and I've made a few nice finds over the years – nothing really spectacular but enough to finance several overseas trips and paying off my car. But the thrill of discovery was nothing compared to the incredible Aladdin's cave that I'd just entered. I'd never seen anything like the treasures Joanne's room contained – certainly not collected together in the one location. The word, 'Aladdin's Cave' is a badly abused clich? but it perfectly described the stunning beauty and magnificence of Joanne's gleaming, shimmering rainwear collection. Light bounced off her huge collection of plastic, PVC and vinyl raincoats like a million diamonds. Shocked and awed, I slowly surveyed rack after rack all jammed full with plastic rainwear and clothing of every colour, hue and description.

I couldn't even begin to guess how many raincoats she owned. 800? 1,000? And that wasn't even counting the innumerable other items on display such as rainsuits, overalls (like the clear ones we'd worn earlier), dresses, bloomers, underwear along with several garments I couldn't positively identify where they'd been neatly folded and stored in row after row of mahogany shelving. Details began slowly manifesting themselves as the initial shock gradually began wearing off. She'd neatly stored everything by type (knee-length raincoats, short trenches, jackets, two-piece rainsuits - and colour. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, pink… Oh my God… My head spun as my brain tried to assimilate the incredible sight. I'd found my Nirvana.

Overwhelmed, I turned to Joanne who smiled uncertainly. I could see a flush appearing in her cheeks and I returned her smile. "I'm shocked," I said.

"Yeah…" Joanne nodded agreement. "I guessed you would be."

"Honestly… I'm overwhelmed – I never expected anything like this." I glanced around again. Those glass-clear PVC raincoats were gorgeous! Joanne obviously liked them as well for she'd stored everything in a separate space.

"I've never shown anyone before," she said again.

"Yeah I know. But I… I think they're so beautiful. I just love your raincoat collection. I've never seen anything like this before," I breathed.

Joanne beamed. "Really?"

"Oh yes," I sighed. "You've got no idea how much I love all this." I waved my hand around in the general direction of everything to emphasise my point. "I can't help feeling jealous," I joked.

"Don't be." Joanne's voice was unusually serious. "It's also yours now because you are a part of me."

"Oh my word." I did not know what to say. I was completely overwhelmed again. Eventually, I replied, "Th-that's the nicest thing anyone ever said to me."

"You know, Eddie… I really like you," Joanne whispered. "I knew that we were meant for each other when I saw you. And um… you're so nice and kind. You're easy to talk to and you make me laugh and… mmm…" Her smile was so tender that my heart caught as she placed her hands on my shoulders. "We've got so much in common… I never imagined that I would meet anyone who loves plastic as much as I do." She was crying softly now. "It's my life, you know. I can't get off unless… you know? I used to feel so lonely and isolated. Then… I met you."

"My dearest darling," I murmured. Joanne was in my arms now, clinging onto me as if I was a firefighter rescuing her from a blazing building. I wanted to hold and protect her. She'd inadvertently revealed a vulnerable side of herself that I'd never realised existed. "I haven't known you for long but… I feel the same way about you. I think you're so lovely – in every way."

Joanne mutely nodded. "Th-thanks…" she sniffed. "You're just the best. I'm so glad that I met you. I feel like I've just walked out of this awful, lonely Stygian blackness into a world full of colour and bright sunshine – you know what I mean?"

"That was very poetic," I smiled. "I think you described that so well. "Yeah…" I gustily exhaled. Joanne's bright attentive face was so beautiful. I couldn't get enough of the way the tightly tied hood framed her lovely face in gleaming, rippling plastic. "I know exactly how you feel because I used to feel the same way before meeting you. Sometimes I used to think that I was a freak because I like wearing plastic rainwear."

Joanne's sigh was huge. "I can't control myself. I just love plastic soo much! The way it looks and feels… I can't live without plastic rainwear and um… It's just the way I am. Eddie, I am the way I am and you'll just have to accept me as I am."

I'd already known how much Joanne liked wearing plastic but I couldn't help feeling slightly unnerved after learning about the depth of her feelings. It was more than mere fetish, it was an obsession. I bit my lip before carefully replying. "Look… you're not alone. I know exactly how you feel because I used to feel the same way before meeting you." It wasn't the complete truth but I wasn't about to let on as much. I loved plastic as much as Joanne but it was something I could live without – at a pinch anyway.

Joanne smiled. "I know… that's why I'm so happy I finally met you."

I had to know. "Um… Jo, how did you get into this plastic thing anyway?"

"I'm not sure," she whispered as her face coloured. "I… I used to wet my bed when I was young so… Mum put a plastic sheet underneath so she wouldn't have to keep changing the sheets every day. And… um… She made me wear plastic panties as well to help contain everything – the really soft ones like we were wearing earlier."

"Oh my word," I sighed. I was beginning to understand this strange girl much better now. Sensing that she desperately needed this release, I held Joanne close while she continued talking. "Go on?"

"You know, she even made me wear them to school. Every day. Until I was twelve, would you believe?" She hung her head before sighing again. "Can you imagine how embarrassing it was when I had to change for P.E and they… they saw my plastic panties?"

"Oh my God… that must have been awful." Always the odd one out at school, I knew from bitter experience how cruel kids could be.

"It was…" She didn't elaborate, instead continuing: "Eventually, I have no idea why, I… I began to like wearing them. I liked the way the plastic sheets felt as well. They were so nice and smooth. I remember feeling so strange. I hated wearing my plastic underthings but… I felt good inside when I put them on… I just couldn't understand why but I did."

"Yeah..." I nodded. I could understand where she was coming from.

"At first I didn't really mind while I was five or so but… once I got older, I just felt so embarrassed and humiliated being forced to wear them all the time."

"I don't blame you," I sympathetically replied.

"Mum said that I had to wear my plastic undies whether I liked it or not. We had some awful fights about that."

"Oh…" I was lost for words.

"But…" She bit her lip before quietly continuing. " You know… I really hated wearing them as well partly because it was so embarrassing but also… um… because deep inside, I actually enjoyed wearing my plastic panties. I really loved the way the smooth plastic felt against my skin and that was one of the reasons I hated wearing them so much for so long because I just couldn't handle my feelings."

I nodded sympathetically. I understood exactly how she felt. It's hard coming to terms with an aberrant sexuality – especially when it's deeply rooted in discipline.

"So there I am walking around in my plastic panties and raincoat when it was wet… Yes, plastic as well. She said I had to wear it almost every day as well." She laughed again. "And I'm just really getting off on everything."

"Oh my God…" I could understand how unhappy and confused she must've been as a kid. "And that's how it all began."

"Yep."

"What happened after your mum said you didn't have to wear them any more?"

"I kept wearing them," Joanne grinned. "But not to school. I remember changing out of my cotton undies when I got home and putting my plastic ones on. I also wore them all weekend long too."

"Did your mum know?"

"I think so but thank God, she never said anything." Joanne sighed again. "We never really got on that well. I know she thought I was a bit strange. I moved out when I was eighteen and I've lived on my own ever since. But by then the damage had been done. I couldn't sleep – or get off unless I was wearing something plastic and that's when I really began starting to collect anything plastic I could find – especially raincoats."

"I see… Thanks so much for telling me everything, that's one hell of an amazing story. Anyway… yeah - My mum was just like yours," I mused. "Maybe nothing like yours but I remember her buying me a shiny yellow plastic raincoat, I think it was actually vinyl by the way - with one of those big rainhat things, a sou'wester, you know – and I think that's how my thing for plastic began. She was never really strict about my wearing it but I do remember enjoying the times she helped me with putting everything on, doing up all the buttons and sending me out to school."

"You're lucky," Joanne said with feeling.

"Think positive," I smiled. "If your mother had not made you wear those plastic panties, we might not have met."

"Yeah!" Joanne giggled. "Too right…"

"Its funny how things work out sometimes," I mused. "Life sure moves in funny ways. Anyway… thank you very much again for telling me… all this," I gently said. "I know it can't have been easy for you."

"Thank you so much for listening and… everything," Joanne breathed before wrapping her arms around my neck again. "I've never told anyone about… all this before." She kissed me hard again, lovingly running her hands down my tingling spine and bottom. "You're the first person I ever met who really understands."

"It's a pleasure," I smiled as my heart tripped over itself again. I was fast falling in love with this funny, sweet, beautiful, vulnerable girl. She'd just bared her soul to me and I felt a strange shiver travel down my spine as I thought about the way she'd confided in me. "Just remember that you are not alone. I'm here because I like wearing plastic rainwear too."

"Oh Eddie…" Joanne was purring like a cat. "I know that we're going to be so happy together. We will wear our raincoats all the time together, huh?"

"I could not agree more," I smiled, hoping that Joanne wouldn't notice my sudden unease. The bad feeling I'd experienced earlier was back. She was really into all this so much, it just wasn't funny. "Anyway… on a happier subject, I just love your raincoat collection. You've got the most fantastic collection of raincoats that I've ever seen. Honestly, it just blew me away when I walked inside."

Joanne grinned. "I'll never forget the look on your face. You were so shocked."

"Where did you find everything?" I asked.

"Well, at first, I used to go to all the shops and buy every raincoat I could find. Department stores, army disposals, camping and op shops – I found heaps of good stuff there. Then the Internet came along several years ago and I think you can guess where I found the rest."

"Yeah, I know." E-bay is a modern miracle. "Anyway… which raincoats do you like wearing the most?"

"I love them all!" she giggled.

I laughed. "I bet you do."

"Anyway… I like wearing soft plastic the very most of all," she sighed. "Like what we've got on now."

"I can see why," I breathed. "It feels just so good! I absolutely love the way it feels."

"I also like translucent plastic, anything yellow – especially shiny yellow vinyl and… oh yes, I just positively adore glass-clear PVC." Joanne waved her hand in the direction of the crystal raincoats I'd noticed earlier.

"Oh I love those too! They're also one of my favourites," I sighed. My dick was letting me know in no uncertain terms what it thought about them as well. "I've always wanted one of those. I wish we could try everything on now!"

"You'll get your chance later," she smiled. "Anyway… what say we call it a night now? I'm feeling tired now and we have to work tomorrow."

"Yeah, good idea," I replied, vainly stifling the yawn I could feel forming.

"Besides… I also want you," she giggled.

I slept like a baby that night. Utterly exhausted after our ferocious lovemaking, we collapsed in each other's arms before drifting off to the land of Nod. It was the best sleep that I'd ever enjoyed, perhaps in part because of the manner which we slept with our arms and legs wrapped around each other's. It was an intimacy of a kind I'd never enjoyed before and perhaps that also contributed to my rest.

Someone was sucking my penis and I groaned with pleasure before sleepily stirring. I'd had such nice dreams all night long but this was the best one yet. I automatically stretched before yawning as is my wont before realising with a shock that I wasn't alone. I had not been dreaming either. There was Joanne, a wicked smile decorating her face as her hand lightly stroked my aching, erect shaft. The rippling dome of plastic was still stretched as tightly as ever across her forehead and cheeks, perfectly framing her lovely oval face and I blinked before staring.

"Good morning," said Joanne. "I was wondering when Rip Van Winkle would wake up."

I was dreaming. I had to be dreaming. The beautiful, plastic-clad Asian girl playing with my cock was a mirage. I blearily blinked again before shaking my head but she didn't go away. Instead of my usual cotton pyjamas, I was clothed in… the most beautiful soft, smooth plastic from head to toe and I couldn't help shivering with pure, sensuous spine-tingling pleasure as it caressed my sensitive skin. "I'm… not dreaming am I?"

Joanne laughed merrily. "No Eddie darling, you're not dreaming."

"I still can't believe what… happened last night. It was so beautiful," I sighed. Meeting Joanne, walking home with her in that storm, the ferry ride and that wave, putting on our plastic bodysuits and making love…

"I'll prove that it's not a dream. Fuck me now. Fuck me deep," Joanne smiled, before pulling me into her arms and crushing her soft, warm lips against mine with an intoxicating rustle of plastic.

When I exploded deep inside Joanne, I felt as if I'd lifted straight off into orbit.

"Oh, that felt so good," she moaned while we dreamily laid in each other's arms.

Joanne's hands were gently roaming my plastic covered back and her ministrations were already achieving the desired effect. It wasn't even ten minutes since I'd shot my load and I wanted her again. "I'll say," I smiled. "I like the way you do that. You're making me horny again."

"Make love to me again," Joanne giggled, "before we get up."

It was grey and wet outside although last night's storm had dissipated. Low, grey cloud scudded overhead, driven by a fresh breeze. "We'll have to wear our raincoats," said Joanne. She sounded anything but unhappy about the prospect.

{[The view from Joanne's Manly apartment]} "Yeah," I reluctantly replied while I admired the lovely view from the balcony. Eating breakfast alfresco was a novel experience. Although it was still wet, it was not cold. It was only seven-thirty or so but the wide Manly beachfront promenade was already crowded with people – cyclists, joggers and other assorted fitness freaks, several early morning waxheads, people walking their dogs and commuters enjoying the fresh air. A Tai Chi class was being conducted on the beach below, its participants sensuously swaying in the wind like supple willows. No one was wearing any kind of rainwear other than a few light nylon spray jackets. The memory of last night's ferry ride was still fresh in my mind – and it would be full at this time of morning. "We sure will." I didn't know whether I should be pleased or worried. Joanne's idea of weather protection was very different from most people. "What… will you wear today?"

"It's not really wet enough for our rainsuits," Joanne mused. She sounded disappointed. Suddenly she brightened. "I know what we'll wear!" she gushed. "I've got just the thing. Come on, Eddie."

"We?"

"Yeah!" Joanne enthusiastically bubbled. "I remember what you were telling me last night."

"What?"

"Wait," Joanne firmly replied. "I'll be back in a minute."

I apprehensively gazed outside on the tranquil scene below. My much more humble one-bedroom flat (it's all I can afford given the way Sydney real estate prices are) doesn't command a view anything like this and I was determined to enjoy the vista below. What did Jo have in mind for me anyway?

"Ok, I'm baaaa-ccckkk!" she sang and I turned.

"Oh," I said.

Joanne's face fell. "You don't like it?"

"No, no!" I hurriedly backpedaled. "I didn't say that. I'm… just surprised that's all."

She was wearing a beautiful glass-clear mac – but it was the matching slicker limply draped over one arm, which really caught my attention. Surely, she didn't intend for me to wear that outside? I'd never, ever seen anyone wearing anything remotely like the raincoats Joanne wanted us to wear today.

"Sure!" I managed a reassuring smile before taking it from her outstretched arm. The cool, smooth PVC was thicker and heavier than the beautiful soft jelly jackets we'd worn last night to bed. It was also distinctly less pliable. I liked it. I liked Joanne's raincoat very much. And I knew that I also wanted to wear it. Joanne must have seen the look on my face for a heavenly smile appeared on her face. I watched her cheeks dimple as she tenderly took the raincoat from my hand and shaking it open with a wonderful rustling, crackly noise.

"Turn around." Joanne's voice was honey.

Time almost seemed to halt as I unhesitatingly faced away from Joanne before feeling my penis instantly harden as she guided my arms into each sleeve. The last time anyone helped me dress for the day was my mother but her loving touch was nothing like Joanne's.

"There." I could hear the satisfaction in her voice as she turned me around again before critically adjusting my glistening rainwear so that it sat just right on my shoulders. The raincoat was surprisingly long, ending just below my knees. It was a real raincoat, of the kind I thought never existed anymore – except in pictures. I was harder than ever as she began fastening each button. My gorgeous PVC raincoat, coupled with the soft plastic panties she'd made me put on after showering were both having a disastrous effect upon me. Clever Jo. She'd known that I would be unable to resist.

It was the most beautiful raincoat that I'd ever worn. I wonderingly studied the crystal-clear vinyl while Joanne carefully continued doing up each button. The detail was unbelievable. It came with two pockets (each protected by a waterproof flap held down by miniature buttons) a wide belt (fastening with a D-ring), a drawstring hood, real buttons and sleeve cuffs which could be pulled tight and secured in place with smaller D-rings. But best of all was the hood hanging limply downward behind me. Suddenly I felt much happier.

"Now Eddie…" Joanne's voice was suddenly firm as she pulled the wide, crystal clear hood upwards after buttoning my raincoat all the way up to the neck. "Leave the hood alone this time. It does not come off without my say-so or permission. Understand?" With that, she tugged the drawstring laces tight before knotting off everything with one, then another, tight, almost unpickable knot.

I mutely nodded, completely overwhelmed with the special attention that I was receiving.

"Good boy," said Joanne in a proprietorial, almost school-marmish voice as she firmly cinched its matching belt into position before giving it a final tug for good measure. "Oh my word, Eddie – you look simply lovely," she gushed.

I disbelievingly studied my raincoated reflection in the mirror. I couldn't believe that it was me, kitted out from head almost all the way down to my calves in clear, glistening PVC. I could see the overhead ceiling light bouncing off the clear, crackly PVC. It flared outward in an appealingly feminine way below my belt – I just loved the way its clear, rippling folds highlighted my slim legs. I've got a slim, almost girlish build and I couldn't help thinking how well it suited me. But perhaps best of all, my raincoat was surprisingly noisy, which of course, only added to its visceral appeal for me.

"Oh wow, it really suits you," Joanne breathed. "Honestly, I think you look fantastic."

I had to agree. It did look good on me. Why didn't more people wear raincoats like ours? I couldn't help voicing my thought out aloud and Joanne laughed.

"I could not agree more. Anyway, we've got each other and that's all that matters," she smiled.

"Yeah… absolutely."

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"Eddie…" Joanne cooed as if addressing a baby, "could you help me do mine up?"

{[Glass clear raincoat and umbrella]} Joanne's long glass-clear slicker was very similar to mine save for the addition of a matching, wide-brimmed sou'wester with tie-tapes beneath. I hoped that she wouldn't notice the way my hands were shaking as I did up each button, sealing her inside a clear plastic cocoon.

"My belt now. Pull it tight," she ordered and I scrambled to obey. I could not help wishing that we didn't have to go out. All I could think about was taking Joanne then and there. I knew what she was wearing beneath her conservative pin-stripe business suit – after all I'd personally pulled Joanne's soft, elastic plastic panties up her legs before positioning them directly above her crotch.

"Oh God, I'm horny already," she sighed.

"Join the club," I replied looking at her with hopeful eyes.

"Later," she firmly replied. "If you behave yourself, I'll let you fuck me tonight – any way you like, as often as you like." Soothingly, "We'll wear our plastic pyjamas, the ones you like so much, then make love."

I inwardly sighed. Clever Joanne! She'd just secured my cooperation. I would have to wear my raincoat all the way into the City – whether I liked it or not. Joanne also knew that I would obey because I needed the sexual release that only she could provide me with so badly. Like a drug addict, I already needed another plastic hit. Dammit! I really was a slave to my dick.

"Now Eddie, listen to me." Joanne stood in front of me, her hands planted on each hip while her raincoat swayed and swished sympathetically in perfect synchronization with her movements. "I am aware that you're possibly not very keen on wearing your raincoat outside but if its good enough for me, it's also good enough for you too. Anyway… that means no fiddling with anything. You don't undo a single button or your hood if you feel hot - or even if it stops raining. Your raincoat stays on – period until I say you can take it off. Agree?"

I reluctantly nodded. Suddenly I was very unsure about everything again. Joanne was a stern taskmaster and I knew that I had no option but to go along with her. Of course I could always say no – she wouldn't force me – but I couldn't bear to see the disappointment in her eyes. She would be very upset and hurt if I backed out now. I knew how badly she wanted to share her raincoat thing with me. Besides, I also wanted to do this as well, despite my misgivings.

Joanne pulled me close before planting one arm around my waist and stroking the gleaming, transparent PVC hood covering my hair with her other hand. More softly, "I'm so happy that we can share this together." Joanne's eyes were shining and I felt a warm glow enter my heart while I held the very special girl I adored in my arms. "Imagine how much fun we'll have together."

"Yeah…" I smiled before tenderly kissing her full on the lips. The crackle of Joanne's clear raincoat was shockingly loud in the hallway while we embraced each other.

"Mmm…" Joanne shivered with pleasure before sticking her tongue in my mouth and sinuously wrapping it around mine in a kiss which left me weak-kneed and gasping for breath by the time she pulled away. "Oh… that was nice."

"My dearest darling… you're so beautiful – in every way," I smiled. I was totally smitten. I would have crawled over broken glass for Joanne.

"Do you know how handsome you are?" she replied. "Really, like I already said, your raincoat suits you."

"Thank you… You look wonderful." I couldn't resist: "So sexy too."

Joanne grinned before describing a slow circle with yet another intoxicating, spine-tingling crackle of PVC and happily preening in front of the mirror, tweaking her sou'wester in a totally unnecessary adjustment to what she imagined was a more rakish angle. "Anyway… shall we?"

{[The boardwalk alongside Manly Beach]} The last time I felt this self-conscious was during the first evening of dancing classes at school when I'd spent most of our lesson agonising over my appearance between stepping on my partner's toes. But the agony of that night paled into insignificance compared to our walk down the ocean Beach Boulevard. We were very much the centre of attention while we strolled hand in hand along the terracotta pavers. It was unbelievable. Despite the inclement conditions, we were the only ones appropriately dressed for the inclement weather. Although the teeming rain was nothing like as heavy as last night, it was still wet enough to require some level of weather protection – and for Joanne that meant - rainwear. Proper rainwear. As in raincoats. Including her matching clear plastic dome umbrella helping advertise our presence.

Always I'd enjoyed total anonymity during my morning walks to meet the ferry – even in my rainsuit (I'm not the type that girls look at twice – indeed many don't even notice me) but not today. Confident as ever, Joanne walked blithely ahead but I died a thousand deaths as we made our stately progress along the wide path. Even Manly's joggers who are usually too pre-occupied with their fitness regimes and pedometers to care much about anything else performed a double take as they passed us. The Tai Chi class I'd noticed earlier came to a grinding halt as we passed them. Although some people (who'd clearly seen it all before) barely noticed us, the majority of people simply stared or grinned in a manner which told me that they found us terribly amusing. The whistles which followed us scarcely helped either. I didn't know which was worse: the whistles or open laughter and occasional derisive catcalls from the immature young wet-suited waxheads and schoolkids clustering together like schooling fish in large, ragged packs. Many of them already appeared quite bedraggled from the constant rain tumbling downwards from the grey, brooding sky but it was clear that they would rather be wet than appear, well, wet!

Now I knew how most celebrities must feel whenever they left their barred and gated houses. It was not a good feeling being followed everywhere by dozens or hundreds of eyes – much less snide sniggers directed our way. Eventually, I began to adjust to the unwanted attention dogging us every foot of the way. Not everyone was unfriendly or rude though. Joanne stopped to pat a gorgeous white Shi Tzu, which came up sniffing around us. Its owner rewarded us with a lovely smile and a warm, "good morning!"

"Are you OK?" Joanne suddenly said. "You seem very distracted today."

I sighed before replying. We hadn't spoken much along the way, instead walking along in a companionable silence but the few times that she'd said something, I'd asked her to repeat what she'd said.

"You know," I carefully replied, "I feel very self-conscious. Everyone's… looking at us."

"Yeah," Joanne replied after an uncomfortable silence. "Just… ignore them. That's what I do. Fuck 'em. Who cares what they think?"

"Uh huh."

"Honestly, it doesn't matter what everyone else thinks," she patiently replied before stopping and smiling. "The most important thing is… that we've got each other now."

"Yes, that's very true," I smiled. Joanne had stopped, taking my hands in hers as she faced me. She was so beautiful! The world around us ceased to exist as I gazed into her lovely face crowned by that impossibly sexy sou'wester. If not for the rainwater collecting and pooling before trickling downwards in miniature rivulets from the shoulders of Joanne's rainwear, it would have been hard telling she was wearing anything other than her neat business suit. My cock was hard again from the overwhelming visual and physical stimulation that I was receiving. I could not get over the utterly delicious manner which my soft plastic panties were sensuously gripping my behind.

"Eddie… I think you look lovely," Joanne said in such a gentle voice that I was transported back to the days when my mother spoke to me like that. "Remember that this is for us, wearing plastic rainwear is something that gives both of us so much pleasure. It makes you feel good, it makes me feel so good too. A pox on everyone else and what they think!" she said with sudden venom before smiling warmly.

Unable to find the right words to say in reply, I simply nodded. Joanne could just about get away with wearing way-out-there rainwear like hers but my situation was somewhat different. Guys don't wear raincoats – period. Unless they were purely utilitarian garments like the overalls you see on fishing boats or drab Burberry-type coats so popular in the central business district. A motorbike courier in a yellow rainsuit and a red vest with reflective stripes roared past. Not that there was any law expressly forbidding rainwear such the gorgeous clear slicker I was wearing – rather, it was those unspoken rules learnt through observation which clearly delineated quite specific fashion boundaries for men. Now here I was breaking just about every convention – although Joanne didn't seem in the least worried – but then little seemed to faze her. If anything, her beautiful face radiated an inexpressible joy and I couldn't help smiling again. I was so lucky to have her. My chest was strangely tight while we held each other as if our lives remained upon staying glued together long as possible.

The wind was picking up again, swirling and eddying around us, and I could hear it picking up the flowing hemlines of our raincoats with a titillating rustling, crackling noise. I could hear a strange pitter-patter as well and I wondered what it was before realising that it was the rain striking the exposed hood of my raincoat.

"Why are you smiling?" asked Joanne.

"I like the way the rain sounds on our rainwear," I explained.

"Oh yes!" she exclaimed. "I love it so much as well. Are you enjoying our rainy day walk?"

"Mmm… yes, I am," I hesitantly admitted. I was enjoying myself, in a perverse kind of way. I'd always wanted to go outside like this with someone who shared the same pleasures that I did – but it was just that Joanne was so… extroverted and I was really finding it hard to cope with the attention. I felt as if everyone could see right through me, that they all knew my deepest, darkest secret. I knew that I wouldn't have gone along with this with anyone else but I'd unhesitatingly let Joanne make me wear something I would never normally wear outside by myself. Why I liked being dominated like this, I had no idea – perhaps it was that subconscious masochistic side of me pushing me into wearing such a less-than-manly, even humiliating article of apparel. Of course… I also had to admit that wearing my beautiful smooth, clear see-through raincoat made me feel so good inside, in a way I just couldn't articulate in words – sexual, emotional and visual – it was all of these things.

I was a confused camper, all right.

"Really, I'm glad that you're enjoying yourself," Joanne smiled before planting a kiss on my lips, which immediately drew several whistles. "Do you see anyone else enjoying this weather? I don't think so. Everyone really hates it when it rains. You should hear everyone at work complaining when it's wet." Thoughtfully, with a note of bewilderment in her voice, she said, "I can't understand it, why doesn't anyone want to go out when its raining, why not put on a raincoat and go out?"

"You sound like a cracked record," I mildly replied. "I remember hearing you say this last night."

"Yeah, yeah, I know!" Joanne replied with a trace of impatience. "What I'm trying to say is that we should be able to enjoy a wet day as much as when it's sunny. I think it's so beautiful outside when it's cold and wet. Just look at those clouds."

I began to feel as if we were going around in circles. "Yeah… that's what I've always thought as well."

"Anyway… please – just relax and enjoy yourself. Just ignore everyone else. You've got me," she smiled.

I nodded again. Joanne was right. Why was I worrying about what other people thought while I had her right by my side? Joanne was the sexiest sight that I'd ever seen. If I'd never met her before, I would have been unable to tear my eyes away from the woman in her sparkling, crystal clear PVC raincoat. I greedily ran my eyes upward to the brim of Joanne's sou'wester, then all the way downward, savouring every heavenly detail of her gleaming rainwear. "Yes, I've got you," I eventually agreed. "You're so beautiful, did you know that?"

"Me or my raincoat?" she teased.

"Both," I smiled. "I love your raincoat, I think you look so gorgeous and ohh… sexy! – but also like you very, very much as a person. I know that I haven't known you for long but… I've really enjoyed your company and um… I really hope we'll be together for a long time."

"Oh Eddie…" Joanne sighed. "How do you always know the right thing to say? You know my darling… I hope I don't scare you off but… I think I'm falling in love with you. You've made me so happy and I also hope that we'll be together forever."

"I never thought that I would meet someone like you," I wonderingly replied. "Then it happens when I least expect it and… well, it's just been the most wonderful thing ever. Every time I just look at you, my heart goes… well, you know what I mean?"

"That's how I feel too," Joanne quietly replied, unusually serious for once. She hugged me so hard that I thought my ribs would break before kissing me again. "Oh my word, we really should be getting on our way or we'll be late." She quickly kissed me again before smiling. "Remember what I said, OK?"

Entranced, I happily nodded. When Joanne smiled, her whole face it up like a lighthouse – her cheeks dimpled in the cutest manner that I'd ever seen, her deep brown eyes danced with pure joy while her flashing teeth blew me away. And her beautiful, sexy rainwear was simply the icing on the cake. Who cared about what anyone else thought? As long as we had each other, everything would be all right.

{[Glass clear raincoat and umbrella]} The bad weather wasn't keeping people away and the crowd began to swell as we approached the Manly Corso which is a long pedestrian mall bisecting the narrow peninsular stretch of land where this iconic Sydney suburb lives. Banned to all vehicular traffic, the popular Corso is home to dozens of shops, many excellent (if expensive) restaurants, ice-cream parlours and take-away joints. The Corso walk is unbelievably popular in summer when half of Sydney descends upon Manly. More importantly, this wide thoroughfare connects Manly Beach with the ferry terminal (and nearby aquarium) located within Sydney Harbour itself.

The rain was steadily increasing again, tumbling down from the dark clouds above – but again despite the fact that we were just about the only people appropriately dressed for the weather, the stares and comments followed us all the way down the Corso. Although I was still feeling terribly self-conscious and awkward, ignoring the stares was becoming easier now – all I had to do was focus on Joanne (which wasn't hard) and block out the extraneous 'noise'. Joanne was all sunshine and laughter, and she frequently had me in stitches with her stories and endless chatter.

{[The Manly ferry terminal seen from the air with the Corso and beach directly behind]} With a suddenness which surprised me, the ferry terminal loomed up ahead and I swallowed before crossing the busy road. There was a constant, heavy stream of saturated commuters scurrying across the narrow road like so many worker ants. Plenty of umbrellas – they were an absolute menace, I thought as someone nearly jabbed me in the eye while we were waiting for the lights to change. But again no raincoats although I saw a yellow school slicker here and there but their owners were all young. A cyclist was padlocking his bike to the rail and he was wearing an olive green PVC jacket and pants. No one was paying him the slightest attention. There were hundreds of schoolkids – the majority of whom I knew would be attending the exclusive private schools of Sydney's North Shore. Most of them were wearing their school-issue nylon windbreakers also serving as rainwear – but an amazing number hadn't bothered with either umbrellas or raincoats. I could see them staring and giggling, and I quickly turned away before facing Joanne. The lights changed and we were swept across the road.

"Leave your hood up!" Joanne hissed as we entered the spacious terminal, its high roof providing the first real shelter since leaving her apartment. "We'll be on the boat in a few minutes so why bother?"

I inwardly sighed as we strolled past various fast food outlets. I felt more like a freak than ever but Joanne again didn't seem to notice or care, instead firmly pulling me along in her wake. The ferry was already in and I could see everyone impatiently surging forward as if this would somehow speed up their departure. "I hope we get a seat up front," Joanne muttered as we joined the queue. We were a long way from the gate and I knew it would not be long before the ferry filled up.

"I don't think we'll have to worry about that," I replied in a low voice. What if… God forbid, they closed the gates and we had to wait for another boat? At the moment everyone was more concerned about boarding than checking out the winter fashion show. "Look at the rain out there."

Joanne nodded before gripping my arm more tightly so we wouldn't get pulled apart. It was a very nice feeling and I happily studied her beautiful, glistening rainwear. What little water remained was rapidly slipping downward, leaving the glass clear PVC virtually as smooth and unblemished as ever. If only she knew how much her touch was affecting me… She glanced sideways as a mischievous grin spread across her face. So she knew.

A disappointed hum suddenly rose from the crowd and we glanced upward. The sailors were pulling the gate closed. The ferry was full. My heart sank as I realised that we would be subject to the scrutiny of our fellow passengers for as long as it took for the next ferry to pull in and disgorge its load of passengers. I reached upward to pull my hood down – perhaps I would not be as noticeable with it down. Joanne was quick to veto me, slapping my hand away. "What did I say before? I said no!"

I bit back the quick retort I could feel forming on my lips, instead breathing inward deeply before calmly replying. "But… there's no need to leave it up – we won't get wet here and it'll be 10 or 15 minutes before we board the next ferry."

Joanne visibly tried to control her irritation. "What is a raincoat for, remember? We'll be sitting outside soon enough. Besides… if you're going to wear a raincoat, then it should be worn properly – that means buttoned up to the neck and the hood tied around your head. Leave it up, you hear?"

She was nuts. Not for the first time, I wondered what I'd gotten myself into. Joanne's rainwear obsession obviously went much deeper than I'd realised. It was truly disquieting. On the other hand… I knew that I would never receive another opportunity. Jo was a girl in a thousand, probably something more like a million. I could spend the rest of my life looking and never find someone who loved plastic rainwear as much as her. Last night was still vivid in my mind – I knew that I would never forget what had happened. My plastic panties also served as an emphatic reminder what I'd discovered with Joanne. No one else would be enjoying foreplay almost 24 hours a day, as we were. I was already as randy as a goat on heat and I wondered if it would be affecting her the same way as well.

The natives were getting restless and I uneasily shifted position. I was acutely aware how much we stood out from our fellow commuters. The majority of our grumbling companions were already settling down to various pursuits all designed to while away the time – thank God for the digital revolution! Just about everyone was glued to their iPods, mobile phones, GameBoys or other electronic toys stirred their imaginations. That favourite old standby of commuters worldwide, newspapers were also popular especially this time of year when everyone wanted to read about, and dissect the latest rugby or football results. It was already uncomfortably warm inside the sheltered terminal and I could see my rainwear misting up from the inside with condensation but I knew it was not entirely due to the cramped conditions. My body always heats up whenever I feel embarrassed and/or nervous. Joanne looked happy enough though, casually glancing around as if nothing was out of the ordinary. My dick was hard again as I studied her thick, transparent rainwear. I could not get enough of the way that the clear, smooth PVC looked and felt.

We hadn't gone totally unnoticed of course, but most simply looked surprised before turning away to more interesting pursuits like the daily crossword or beating their high score on the electronic game of choice. A small, but noisy group of students was standing nearby and I shrank away as someone noticed us before grinning and nudging his mates. I wanted to die as they all stared before laughing nastily. "Hey, what's with your raincoats?" one short but tough-looking guy called out. "Afraid you'll drown or something?"

"Huh?" Startled, Joanne looked around.

"You're so spaz," he sneered. "Retards."

"Shut the fuck up," Joanne retorted before stepping forward. "I don't give a flying fuck what fuckwits like you think. Now fuck off before I really lose my temper." She delivered everything with a quiet calm, venom. The incredible thing is that she was actually smiling.

"Who s-says?" His earlier bravado was fraying around the edges.

"I do," Joanne icily replied, displaying a bunched fist for him to see. "Want to know the best thing about being a girl? I'm allowed to punch the fuck out of ya but you're not allowed to hit back."

Fear had replaced his cruel, sneering grin and I badly wanted to smile as he stepped backwards, tripping over his bag and awkwardly stumbling before shooting a final, malevolent glare in our direction.

"People like those, they're cowards," she scornfully said in a low voice as our tormentors pretended to find the scenery outside of great interest.

I was shocked. I'd never seen this side of Joanne before. She clearly knew how to look after herself.

"I'm really surprised," Joanne eventually remarked after a short silence. "I've never had trouble like this before."

I knew why, I thought but I did not want to antagonise Jo so I kept my counsel. It was just terribly disappointing though. I could not understand how – or why some people could be this intolerant. It was actually quite frightening being treated like this just because I was wearing a raincoat, for God's sake! I really wanted to take it off but I knew that Joanne wouldn't let me so I didn't say anything, instead avoiding the curious stares of our fellow commuters. At long last, after another interminable five or so minutes, the next ferry (the good old Queenscliff again, seemingly none the worse for wear after last night) finally showed up and we all boarded without any trouble. As usual, we had to run the usual gauntlet of stares and giggles on the second deck before making it past the doors leading to the open seating area up front.

Unlike last night, we weren't alone though. Although it was sparsely populated, most of the passengers were schoolkids – who couldn't wait to light up in defiance of all authority (smoking is not allowed aboard ship) and I could hear them jeering as we sat up front in the pouring rain. It was a silvery, misty curtain, blotting out most of the inlet and the Harbour beyond. Thankfully, the howling gale of last night had all but vanished. It was now virtually as calm as it'd been rough last night. Our seats were soaking wet but our raincoats were long enough for us to sit on without any discomfort. Joanne immediately wrapped her arms around me, immediately drawing a couple of shrill whistles but she ignored them. Her eyes were shining as she said, "I'm so glad that I can share my life with you now."

"Me too," I smiled. I was feeling better now. At least we could enjoy some semblance of privacy here.

"I'm horny again," Joanne sighed. "I wish you could fuck me now."

"Yeah, plastic kinda has that effect on me too," I dryly observed, thinking about the smooth plastic panties caressing my bottom and tingling privates.

"I don't know how I managed without you before," she whispered, lovingly caressing the clear PVC sleeve of my raincoat. "I love plastic so much but… you know, last night was the first time I've done it with anyone in plastic… It was just sooo nice!"

"It was so beautiful," I said with some feeling. "Um… honestly, it was the best night of my life. I'll never forget it."

"You know what?" Joanne smiled, as she played with the top button of my rainwear, "There's going to be lots more nights like last night."

The ferry was finally pulling out and I glanced around as a couple of newcomers took up places opposite us but I hardly noticed their shiny rubber Dunlop slickers as I replied, "Oh yess… I really hope so."

"Hope you haven't got any plans for tonight, because I want you again," she giggled. "I'm not going to take 'no' for an answer."

I pretended to think. "Let me see… Wait while I consult my diary for today."

"Hey!" Joanne laughed. "I think I'll just kidnap you instead."

"I wouldn't mind that," I smiled. "My darling, the only plans I've got for tonight, tomorrow and the one after all involve you."

"That's much better," she breathed before hugging me hard again. "I'm never going to let you go."

I squirmed uncomfortably. Joanne wasn't just kidding; she really meant what she said. Her expectant face was alive with happiness and I felt something squeeze my heart again. "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere," I smiled.

"You'd better not!" Fiercely, "I don't know what I would do if I lost you now!"

"We've only just met," I gently reassured Joanne who was trembling in my arms. Oh my. She was really gone on me, and it was a new feeling. "My dearest darling," I murmured, stroking the cool, smooth rain-splattered PVC of her sou'wester, "like I said I'm so glad that I've met you and honestly, you're the only one I want to spend the rest of my life with."

"Really? You mean that?" Joanne beamed.

Slightly bemused, I mutely nodded. I still couldn't believe that this lovely girl who could probably have anyone she liked actually wanted to be with me. It was a heady sensation. Of course, I told myself, it was only because I liked plastic as well and I swallowed before biting my lip. I couldn't help feeling that maybe this plastic thing was more important to her than me – I was only a convenient means to an end. No, of course not! I told myself as her lips found mine for a quick, urgent kiss. She really likes me!

The ferry was beginning to roll now and we instinctively glanced sideways. We were crossing the open stretch of water between Sydney Harbour Heads. The massive swell had abated considerably but it was still rough enough to send our youthful companions packing amidst a chorus of shrill screams as a sheet of spray lazily floated upwards before blurring past in a stinging shower of icy-cold seawater. Joanne grinned. "They wouldn't have to worry if they were wearing raincoats like us."

"It's so much fun when we can wear our raincoats outside like this," I mused. "Especially when it's raining like this."

"Oh, absolutely," Joanne happily agreed. "That's what they're for."

I glanced upwards. The sky was that peculiar, uniform shade of grey which told me that the rain would not stop any time soon. The wind had almost totally dropped and the heaving dark waters of the Harbour were pockmarked with countless implosions as each raindrop spent themselves in the same element that they'd been born in. "I think we'll definitely need our rainwear today."

Joanne smiled. "I think so too. I checked the weather forecast yesterday afternoon – they reckon it's going to rain for a while."

"Good."

"Yeah," Joanne giggled. "I'm always so happy when it rains."

"What if it's not raining?"

"Yeah," Joanne sighed. "I hate it when it's hot and sunny and I can't wear my raincoat."

"I know how you feel," I sympathised.

"But…" Joanne continued, "I always wear something plastic even if its only my panties underneath my shorts."

I smiled again, imagining Joanne going out in the sub-tropical heat of Sydney like that. In summer, the humidity soars to unbelievable heights. Although it was late autumn, it was still warm enough that most people wore as little as possible – like today. I could feel sweat trickling down the hood of my rainwear but I dared not loosen it.

"Of course," Joanne added, with utmost seriousness, "I always carry a raincoat with me – just in case, unless its obvious that there is no way it's going to rain."

"Mmm, I see."

"But if it looks like it might rain, I always put it on," she said. "Without fail."

"Oh." I didn't know what to say.

Joanne's eyes bored into mine. "Unlike some people I know, that also means doing everything up properly – buttoned up to the neck and hood done up tight. Otherwise, what's the point of wearing my raincoat?"

"Yeah…" The nagging knowledge that there was a razor thin line between hobby and obsession, eccentricity versus madness wouldn't go away. We were swinging around in a big circle now and the nauseating corkscrewing, rolling motion had vanished at last. The Sydney Harbour Bridge squatted directly ahead of the bluff bows of our ferry like a giant coathanger but it was heavily shrouded in mist and rain. I pitied the climbers who'd shelled out a couple of hundred bucks – each, for the dawn climb. They would not have seen much and I mentioned the point to Joanne who grinned.

"Wouldn't that be good fun? I've always wanted to do that, especially when it's really wet, then we could wear our raincoats up there."

"Yeah." Everything seemed to revolve around rainwear. Much later I would remember Joanne's comment.

"Are you OK?"

"Yeah… Sorry," I hastily dissembled. "I was just enjoying the view. Sydney looks so different when it's wet."

"I'll say," Joanne smiled. "It's got this sort of surreal beauty."

"Wish I could paint this," I sighed. "But I'm hopeless at drawing, much less painting."

"Have you noticed that no one ever takes pictures of Sydney when it's wet?" Joanne mused. "Every time the weather's good, I see a million shutterbugs out here."

I laughed. "Well, Sydney kinda lends itself to that picture-perfect postcard image of blue skies and… you get the idea."

"Yeah. Well, I'm not complaining!" Joanne laughed.

Eventually we lapsed into a companionable silence as the immense Harbour Bridge loomed above us. It totally dominated everything, even the city on our left. Despite my lingering doubts, I was glad that I'd met Jo. Whatever happened between us from now on, my life would never be the same again. I was not, however, looking forwards to disembarking. Joanne and I would be forced to go our separate ways – and I would be left on my own. It was still raining heavily and I knew that I would be forced to leave my rainwear on – otherwise I would be soaked. Besides… Joanne would make sure of that!

As if reading my thoughts, Joanne said, "We'll have to say goodbye soon."

"Yeah," I sighed. I wasn't looking forwards to being apart for more reasons than one. "I'm going to miss you!"

"Me too," she sighed. "It's gonna be a long day. Anyway… what time do you want to meet after work?"

I checked my watch. "The earliest I could make it is five-thirty. Better make it six to be on the safe side."

She nodded. "Sounds good to me too. Then… we'll go straight home." Suddenly all giggles again, "I want to fuck your brains out."

"Please… I'll never be able to concentrate at work now."

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"That's the general idea," she teased. "Give you something to think about, huh?"

The ferry was nosing into its berth now and I swallowed. The moment of truth was near now. "Now, Eddie…" Joanne sternly said, "I want you to leave your raincoat on until you arrive at work – no if's, buts or maybes. Understand?"

I hesitantly nodded. I wasn't happy about this but… strangely enough, I was more excited than ever.

"And don't even think about taking it off or anything. I wish I could join you but I can't," she sighed. "I will ask you if you wore your raincoat when I see you again. Don't think about lying to me either because I will know."

I'm not a good liar. My face always betrays me whenever I told a porkie. Jo had me over a barrel. I would just have to wear everything all the way to work.

With a tortured screech of metal, the Queensliff thumped the jetty once or twice before gliding to a standstill as the engines far astern were reversed. "Come on, let's go," Joanne impatiently said. "I'm already running late."

I felt even more self-conscious than ever as we quickly strode across the Cahill Expressway and the bus stops opposite Circular Quay. I imagined that everyone was staring and I gripped Joanne's arm more tightly as she unerringly navigated the swirling, polyglot masses of humanity – businessmen, secretaries, fast-food employees, bleary-eyed diehard clubbers, schoolchildren, backpackers and those tourists brave or desperate enough to make it outdoors today. A group of Japanese tourists stared and one pretty girl actually took a photo of us.

"Is your work far?" Joanne brightly asked as we reached the safety of the other side. A wide pedestrian concourse separated a group of shops from the Cahill Expressway.

"Not really," I quickly replied before wishing I hadn't.

"Oh good, you can walk then," she smiled. "Perfect day for it."

"Yeah," I muttered. "At least I won't have to worry about getting wet will I?" Water was streaming down our rainwear but despite the extended level of protection that we were enjoying, I couldn't help noticing more than a few smiles or giggles.

"No you won't," Joanne firmly replied before smiling. "Do remember what I said, won't you?"

I nodded again, wishing that there was some way I could delay the inevitable. If only she hadn't picked out something so… outlandish.

"Good boy," she happily chirped. "Oh my darling, I'm so glad that I met you!" Joanne flung her arms around me, hugging me with all her strength. "You've made me so happy, you know that, my darling?" she said in a softer voice. "I just can't wait to see you again," she sniffed. "T- Take care w-won't you?" The moisture dribbling down her cheek wasn't rain, I noted.

"I will," I awkwardly replied. "Don't worry, I'll be good." My cock was hard again as Joanne lovingly caressed the smooth, clear PVC of the hood tied around my face. "Please take care too, OK? I'll see you again after work."

"Yep, see you then. I'll miss you so much, you know! Anyway… um… I'd better say bye now." Joanne crushed her lips against mine with a wild, tempestuous display of raw emotion before reluctantly withdrawing. "S- see you later today." Her eyes were glittering with tears. "Eddie… I… I love you very much. Um… anyway… Byeeee…"

"Byee… just for now," I breathed holding the most special girl I'd ever met in my arms. Had I heard what she'd just said correctly? "My dearest darling, I haven't known you for long but I love you too," I softly replied before gently returning her kiss. "Please take care and see you later."

"Yep, see you later," Joanne sighed before breaking her embrace, turning and striding up George Street without a backward glance.