Good Thing, part 3 - free fetish story

I'd never felt as alone – or conspicuous as I stared after Joanne before she vanished in the crowd. There I was in my sparkling, crystal clear rainwear without Joanne to help deflect attention away from me. Everyone was staring, I could just see their curious, pitying gazes out of the corner of my eyes as I slowly trudged uphill. The Central Business District (or 'CBD" for short) is hilly and my progress was slow as I carefully meandered my way upwards between dodging scurrying commuters, early-morning shoppers, and endless smoking, belching lines of traffic. I normally like checking out everyone – especially all the pretty girls (and there's plenty around here!) along my way to work but today I carefully kept my eyes averted so I couldn't see their reaction. I didn't dare lower the hood, despite the shelter of the buildings hugging the footpath – Joanne would quiz me later for sure. An unruly group of construction workers actually whistled as I passed the hole they were digging but I studiously ignored them as best as I could.

Eventually, I found myself becoming inured to the constant stares as I neared my work. I had plenty to think about too – especially my new relationship with the most incredible girl I'd ever met. Incredibly, I was even enjoying myself. It was so nice wearing such a beautiful raincoat which actually kept me dry. The combination of my soft, elastic plastic panties and the deliciously cool, smooth clear PVC were providing unparalleled stimulation. The crotch of my panties was slick with my arousal as I finally reached my destination. Perhaps Jo was onto something after all. How I was going to last the day though, I had no idea.

Another problem now presented itself – how to slip inside undetected. Fortunately, I work for a small form and our offices are located on the top floor of an unassuming old five level building constructed sometime during the late fifties. We're one of eight firms sharing the building and we occupy the entire level up top. There's a small clockroom hidden on the first level that everyone uses – all I had to do was drop off my dripping rainwear and hope no one would investigate its ownership – unlikely though. We all keep pretty much to ourselves here, apart from the usual nods or 'hello's' as we encounter each other in the lift. I was several minutes late (not that anyone would care or notice – we're pretty flexible around here. As long as the work gets done, nobody cares about strict punctuality) so I was unworried about running into someone – and it was too early for a "smoko" break. I inwardly sighed as I surveyed the building – I felt ridiculous planning how to sneak inside when all I had to do was stroll through the door as if nothing was out of the ordinary…

The Greek bloke running the paper stall opposite grinned and waved a cheerful greeting and I flushed hotly before hesitantly returning his wave. Incredibly, he didn't seem to notice or care about what I was wearing. It was raining harder than ever and no one noticed me as I dashed across the rain-slick tarmac with my head bent as if dodging the deluge. Somehow I made it up the stairs (there was no way I was using the lift!) before making it into the cloakroom unseen and hurriedly hanging up everything. A damp earthy smell filled the room and I grinned as I ruefully surveyed my colleagues' saturated Burberry or Drizabone coats. That was one good thing about plastic or PVC – it just shed water like the proverbial. Joanne would laugh when I told her. I smiled. I knew what she would say.

The day dragged on forever. Normally conscientious as the day is long, I even managed to earn a reprimand by my surprised boss for making several mistakes with a couple of important contracts we were working on. All I could think about was Joanne – and the incredible night that I'd just spent with her.

"Maybe he's in love," the office wit said and everyone laughed. It's a well-known fact that I'm not Brad Pitt. In fact, a couple of ladies here are always trying to match me up with their friends but I'd never discovered the spark intended to ignite the flames of passion - until now and I idly wondered what my friends would say if they knew about Joanne and our peculiar passion which had drawn us together.

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Joanne… Dearest darling Jo… Her name was a mantra, which I endlessly repeated over and over between vainly trying to concentrate on my work. I'm lucky enough (by virtue of seniority) to enjoy a window seat and every time I glanced outside, it appeared to be raining harder than ever. Even the pigeons roosting on the wide windowsill of another similar building feet away from ours were moodily sheltering from the downpour between constantly crapping on the stained brickwork.

I didn't make it outside for lunch. Although I was starving (sex definitely stimulated the appetite, I thought), going without was preferable to being forced to don my rainwear and fielding any number of awkward questions from my colleagues, or God forbid, my boss. The last thing that I wanted anyone to know about was my rainwear fetish, much less a girl called Joanne. I normally keep everything hidden inside by bag, changing into my rainsuit only in a nearby public toilet. In fact, I would have hidden my clear slicker inside my bag as well but it was too bulky to fit inside with everything else.

Hopefully it would clear. I didn't want to wear my clear plastic raincoat all the way down to Circular Quay. Friday is a busy night when half of Sydney routinely slips into weekend party mode – regardless of weather. Incredibly, I received my wish. As five rolled around, the dark, sullen clouds obediently responded to my secret imprecations. The rain slowed to a drizzle before halting altogether. It was only a reprieve but it would be enough. Joanne could hardly take me to task for not wearing my raincoat for the very good reason that it wasn't raining.

No one would question why I wanted to leave early – no one ever worked back on Friday. Hurriedly, I took leave of my bemused (and curious) colleagues before dashing downstairs, scooping up my rainwear and leaving with undignified haste. Although I still felt conspicuous carrying such an unusual garment on my arm, it was much better than being forced to parade down Pitt Street like a performing seal. If anyone noticed my rainwear, they would (hopefully) assume I was carrying it for my girlfriend. As a matter of fact, I did draw a few curious glances but otherwise I made it down to Circular Quay – where Joanne was already waiting for me. As usual, she was also wearing her clear PVC slicker – with everything cinched tight and buttoned up to the collar.

Her expectant, happy face fell as soon as she saw me. "Why aren't you wearing your raincoat?" were her first words.

"Because it's not raining," I defensively replied. "I didn't think it was necessary."

"Oh Eddie…" Joanne sighed. I'm really disappointed in you." She looked like she was about to cry and I inwardly sighed. "You know, I thought… I really thought…"

"Joanne… please!" I exclaimed, overwhelmed and upset with her response. I'd been looking forwards to an emotional reunion, with lots of hugs, cuddles and kisses – not this! "I do love wearing plastic, you know that but… but…" I didn't know what to say. How could I explain that I was too embarrassed to wear it outside in public like this? "Um… I just didn't realise."

"I feel really hurt," she sighed before glancing upward. It was already darkening, the pregnant clouds bellying downward with renewed energy. "I thought you really liked wearing raincoats as much as me."

"Sorry…" I sighed. "I… I'm just new to the whole thing and I… um… I still don't know your rules yet."

"I already told you!" she fiercely replied. "If it even looks like raining, you put your raincoat on without fail."

Thoroughly upset and confused, I repeated, "Sorry, Joanne, I just didn't know. You know that I wouldn't do this on purpose."

"I suppose so," she sighed before rewarding me with a thin smile. "I'll let you off this time but if it happens again, you're in deep shit. Now put your raincoat on!"

I knew better than to argue. Silently, I unfolded its glassy clear folds before reluctantly slipping it on.

"Here," Joanne motioned me over in front of her before personally doing up each button. I could felt my face reddening as several passerbys stared and chuckled before moving on but I didn't dare say anything while she continued lacing me into my rainwear, pulling the belt savagely tight. "If you don't like it, just let me know but you'll never see me again, ok?"

I miserably nodded, stunned with the rapid change that had come over her. How could Joanne get so excited because I didn't wear my raincoat simply because it wasn't raining? Didn't she even understand how hard it was for me wearing something like this outside? I closed my eyes before inhaling deeply and slowly exhaling. "I do like it!" I expostulated. "Didn't I prove that enough already last night?"

"Maybe not enough," she coldly replied, yanking my hood up before tying it viciously tight with a series of knots so that it would never work its way free. "There! That's much better now," she exclaimed before critically studying me.

"Joanne… why are you like this!" I pleaded. "You know I love you. I was really looking forward to seeing you again. Why are you behaving like this?"

"Oh Eddie, I'm so sorry," Joanne moaned before hugging me hard. "I… I was really looking forwards to seeing you wearing my raincoat and I guess I got a bit excited… Sorry… I didn't mean to hurt you."

"It's OK…" I sighed. This wasn't good. I couldn't believe how pushy my new girlfriend could be. "I understand how you feel. I'm sorry too."

"It's OK…" Joanne unwittingly mimicked me as she replied, "I do understand how you feel as well. Anyway… I'm so happy to see you again. You've got no idea how much I missed you, my darling."

"I missed you too – very much," I slowly replied. "I couldn't help thinking about you all day long. I think they already suspect though."

"Suspect?"

"That I've met someone."

Joanne laughed before delightedly hugging me again. "Same here. I think they knew as soon as I walked through the door. They're all going, "'Who have you met? Is he handsome?', blah blah."

"I hope you told them that I'm an absolute dreamboat."

"Actually I didn't say anything – I left them guessing. Everyone wanted me to go out with them after work but I said that I… um… had to go out."

"So now you've probably all but confirmed you're seeing someone, I guess."

"Probably – but that's their problem," Joanne smiled before delightedly laughing. "Yayyy! It's Friday now and we've got the whole weekend to ourselves. Whatever are we going to do with all that time?"

"Make love?" I happily suggested. I was already feeling much better now. Joanne was back to her normal self, as if nothing had happened.

"Mmm…" Joanne pretended to think. "I think that is an excellent suggestion, Mr. Edward. I second the motion."

"So moved," I smiled, taking Joanne's arm. The clear PVC was very smooth to the touch and I instantly felt my penis swell again. "It's unanimous then. I just can't wait to fuck your brains out, my darling."

"Oh, stop it, Eddie!" said Joanne, giggling so hard that her whole body shook. "You're making me so horny already."

"Well, shall we?" I replied. "The sooner we're off, the sooner you'll be out of your misery."

"Shall we?"

"Ohhh God, Jo…. I don't know how you do it," I groaned after spending myself inside her for the fourth or fifth time since arriving home. We'd tumbled into bed straight after arriving home, stopping only to change into our soft plastic playsuits – where we'd stayed since. The soft, sticky plastic clung to our sweaty bodies like a second skin as we held each other in the warm afterglow of making love.

"I wonder if plastic has anything to do with it?" Joanne said with mock seriousness.

"That is entirely possible."

"Mmm…" Joanne happily murmured before kissing me with a sweet, gentle tenderness totally contrasting with that of the wildcat who'd done her best to carry out my wishes. "Thank you for… everything my darling." She gazed into my face with huge, liquid eyes. "I love you very much, I will always love you, my darling."

"I love you too, Joanne," I softly replied, gently caressing and squeezing her plastic posterior. I knew Joanne loved it when I fondled her bottom this way. I was glad we were back in the privacy of her home. It hadn't been an easy evening. The rain had obstinately held off during the ferry ride home, but Joanne had stubbornly refused to countenance taking off our embarrassing rainwear, much to the barely concealed amusement of our fellow travellers. She'd simply said, 'But it might rain any moment.'

Joanne was quickly proved right after all. Infuriatingly, the rain began tumbling down again as we left the terminal, sending everyone scurrying for cover. We'd enjoyed a light Chinese take-away for dinner – but again, Joanne was adamant that I leave my rainwear on (she'd allowed me to leave my hood down but that was all) in that busy shop while we waited for them to cook our meal. I was very relieved when we finally left. Eating outside in our rainwear in the constant, teeming drizzly rain on the steps overlooking Manly Beach was a unique experience though – and one that I'd thoroughly enjoyed. I was not sorry to be home though. Hopefully we wouldn't be going anywhere this weekend.

"Sleepy now?" Joanne asked.

"Yeah… I am," I murmured. "Want to sleep now?" I was looking forwards to lying in Joanne's arms again, like last night. I'd slept like a baby deep within her comforting, loving embrace.

"You want me to hold you?" Joanne grinned.

I enthusiastically nodded. Yes please.

"Sorry, no can do," Joanne chuckled. "I'm going to punish you."

"Punish me? What for?" I couldn't imagine how Jo could possibly discipline me in any way.

"Remember? For not wearing your raincoat earlier. So I'm going to give you the full plastic enclosure treatment tonight." Soothingly, "You'll love it."

"Huh?"

"Wait. I'll be back." Chuckling," she climbed off our bed before adding, "Oh by the way, take off your plastic bodysuit. You won't need it."

"What?" I had no idea what Jo was talking about. Punish me? How?

After a seeming eternity (actually probably only a couple of minutes), Joanne returned with a shiny black rainsuit – and a vacuum cleaner.

"What the…"

"You'll find out," Joanne giggled, unfolding the strange looking suit. It was like no other that I'd seen. "Now… you know what this is?"

I shook my head. The curious contraption was shaped somewhat like a sleeping bag but that was as much as I could tell.

"It's a bondage bag. A bondage vacuum bag, to be exact." Joanne's delighted laughter echoed around her quiet bedroom as she pointed out its features. "See, it's got no arms. No legs either. Once you're inside, I guarantee that you won't be going anywhere. I zip you up then…" Pointing to a nozzle not unlike that of a bicycle tire she remorselessly continued, "I attach that to the vacuum cleaner then presto! You're sealed up inside like a sandwich. End of story." She leant downward before unzipping the side. "Ok, come on, get in now."

"Do I really have to sleep in that overnight?"

"Yep." Joanne's expression told me that I couldn't expect any mercy. Her voice softened. "If you really can't handle it, I'll let you out but… don't even dream about crying 'wolf', understand? Or I'll put you straight back inside and you'll stay there until Monday morning."

I couldn't believe this was happening. Of course I could have refused outright but to do so would have been to invite Joanne's wrath and possible expulsion. I had no option but to go along. What the hell. It might even be fun. My heart was pounding away like a bass drum as I approached the strange bag. It didn't even have any eyeholes. Another tube protruded outwards where… the mouth should've been. Oh my God.

"Yes, little boys should be seen and not heard," Joanne giggled. "Now in you get."

My penis had shrunk almost to nothingness as I climbed inside the surprisingly tight-fitting, snug bag.

"Good boy." Joanne was all smiles as she directed me to lie on my back, arms positioned by my side. "Ok good night now, my darling. Sleep tight and… sweet dreams." She leant downward before kissing me. "Oh and just one last thing…"

"What?"

"I love you very much." Another infinitely tender kiss.

I smiled. "I love you too."

"See you tomorrow morning." With that, Joanne peremptorily pushed me under before gently guiding my head upward until I found the breathing tube. It came with a strange flange, which I guessed was intended to prevent anything slipping out and asphyxiating me. How thoughtful. However, I didn't have time to dwell upon the creativity placed into my restraints as I carefully inserted everything inside my mouth. Cool, fresh air immediately flowed down my throat and I began to relax. At least I wouldn't have to worry about breathing.

Joanne's voice was suddenly very far away. "You're OK? Comfortable? … Good! OK, I'm going to do you up now." Which she did, with a loud zippppp noise, which told me that I was now very much her prisoner. I still had plenty of movement but I couldn't see – or hear. The pliable soft plastic was surprisingly thick. An agonising, interminable pause followed before I felt, rather than heard Joanne fiddling around with the side nozzle – judging from the movement of her hands, she was screwing everything in place just like a car or bike tyre. A couple or so seconds later, she patted me on the stomach before flicking the switch. With a stunning rapidity, my bag shrank with a faint hissing noise, leaving me tightly bound and completely helpless. I could not see, hear or move. I was trapped until Jo decided to let me out. The suction was absolutely incredible. I could not even move my arms, so tightly the thick clinging plastic gripped my body. The smooth plastic felt… like nothing else as it moulded itself to my body. It was a wonderful sensation being caressed by plastic from head to toe and I felt my cock swell with equal rapidity as I happily squirmed from one side to another. This was no punishment at all. Joanne must have guessed that I was not exactly in distress as her hand glided over my excited, swollen member.

This bondage thing, or whatever it was called, was fun as well. There was something about being rendered totally helpless, which I also found terribly exciting, a sensation which dramatically doubled as Joanne began placing straps around my body and pulling each one very, very tight. Ankles, knees, thighs, waist… She was really playing for keeps!

Eventually after another long hiatus, I again felt, rather than noticed Joanne climb into bed with me. Something was drawn over me – probably the thick plastic covered doona we'd slept under last night and I shivered with pleasure as Joanne snuggled up against me before draping one loving arm over my chest.

I was so excited that I couldn't sleep as I savoured each incredible sensation that my plastic prison provided – the way that the clingy, increasingly sweaty plastic felt against my bare, tingling skin coupled with my tight, restrictive bonds. I couldn't move at all! I should have been scared with being so thoroughly restrained and silenced with the unique hood acting as a gag and blindfold. Instead, the strangest sense of wellbeing and security began stealing over me as I relaxed in my plastic cocoon. In many ways, it was incredibly liberating being rendered utterly helpless like this. The worry and stress of the last weeks and long, lonely months began to fade away as I settled down for the night.

Even my earlier humiliation in the Chinese shop had retreated to the furthest recesses of my brain while I thought about the wonderful girl who somehow managed to dream up new and inventive ways of taking me to Heaven every night. Joanne was the best girl I'd ever met and I felt my heart ache with love and longing for the girl lying by my side. I wanted her again but I would have to wait until she untied me. Eventually, I drifted off to sleep.

My shiny yellow raincoat reflected the bright rays of the sun as I strode down the beach… The hood clung to my hair like glue but I couldn't remove it. Everyone was laughing at me. Humiliated and upset, I hung my head as I trudged down the wet sand. I had no way of taking off my horribly bright rainwear… My skin was a sweaty mess and I groaned again as Joanne took my penis in her mouth… I was boiling now but she did not seem to care…

With a shocking suddenness, I woke. I blearily shook my head before trying to force my eyes open but a great weight held them closed. I instinctively tried to raise my arm but it was trapped. Surprised and disorientated, I lashed out before realising that I couldn't move – I was encased like a mummy inside this strange, unyielding plastic cocoon. Was I still dreaming? My night had been populated by increasingly strange and disconcerting dreams – a virtual parallel universe where every known law had been tossed on its head… Slowly my brain cleared. Oh my God… Joanne… MY plastic bondage bag… I squeezed my eyes shut before exhaling and inhaling. I was so horny that it hurt. Where was Jo anyway?

She wasn't there any longer and almost immediately my mind imagined the worst. She'd abandoned me to die a horrible, lonely death inside this awful bag. I just couldn't move! I was about ready to panic when Joanne finally returned.

"Good morning!" Joanne's bright, happy face was the first thing I saw as she peeled the sticky, sweaty plastic away. As usual, her face was circled by a gleaming, rippling dome of plastic, pulled tight so that only her skin was visible. It was about the sexiest sight that I'd ever seen and I couldn't help groaning as my aching dick instantly swelled up like a balloon. "How are you today? Sleep well?"

"Yeah… I'm fine," I mumbled. "And good morning to you my darling. You look as beautiful as ever."

"Thank you…" Joanne happily gurgled. "Ready to service me now, big boy? I want you. I want you to fuck my brains out."

Was I ever! I eagerly scrambled out of the bed.

"Put this on…" Joanne held out my rainsuit.

A nicer way to begin a new day I just could not imagine. Our lovemaking just seemed to get better every time – perhaps because we were becoming more attuned to each other's needs? She'd certainly appreciated it when I'd gone down on her – and how she'd responded! I'd thought that the only time anyone swallowed was during porn flicks.

Breakfast was equally unforgettable, made all the memorable by the double layers of deliciously sticky, clinging plastic rainwear we were wearing. Joanne wasn't just a pretty face. She also really knew how to cook and I hadn't had any trouble eating everything placed before me. Grilled bacon, eggs, tomatoes, mushrooms – all prepared on the barbie outside. Yummy! Watching Joanne slaving away over the grill was as much fun eating – with Jo clad from head to toe in shiny, translucent plastic – and a matching clear PVC apron protecting her rainwear from the sizzling crackling bacon and eggs. I glanced outside while Joanne greedily polished off the last couple of eggs on her plate. Jo ate the same way that she made love – with a great deal of vigour. It was still raining outside. The rain was not heavy but it was persistent enough to ensure that anyone foolish enough to venture outside without protection would quickly receive a good soaking. The cloud cover seemed a little lighter – maybe it might clear later? The weather forecast wasn't as optimistic though. The radio announcer actually sounded apologetic, as if it was his fault the weather was so bad.

We enjoyed a panoramic view of Manly Beach and the promenade in front. Unlike yesterday, it was not busy – the only signs of life below was the occasional saturated fitness freak, a few disconsolate waxheads checking out the flat ocean and the usual conscientious dog owners out with their pets. A bored council revenuer wearing a green council issue rain jacket watchfully making sure they scooped up their pooches' poop. I smiled. It was a long time since I'd felt this good – or relaxed. I was looking forwards to a lazy Saturday with Joanne. The erotic possibilities of the day were endless. "Oh, that was a nice breakfast," I smiled. "My compliments to the chef!"

Joanne beamed. "Thank you!" She looked so beautiful when she smiled. I couldn't resist her bright, happy grin.

"So… any plans for today?"

"Hmmm…" Joanne's eyebrows furrowed, a sure sign that she was thinking and I smiled again. I was already picking up her little mannerisms. "It's still raining, isn't it?"

It was not a question but I obediently nodded.

"Maybe we could go out somewhere, have a nice long walk." Joanne clicked her fingers. "I know what. Let's catch the ferry to Watson's Bay. We could go walk up to the Gap, then have lunch at Doyle's afterwards."

"Um…" I demurred. I was not keen on going out today – even if it was raining. What if… God forbid, it stopped raining? Watson's Bay was always busy and I really wasn't keen on being the center of attention again. Besides… I had other plans. I wanted to spend some time trying on some of Jo's raincoats in her collection – along with a little more quality time in bed. "I was thinking… that maybe we could just have a quiet day, just the two of us alone." I smiled to show I had no ulterior motive in mind before hastily continuing. "I really want to get to know you better and… besides I'd also love to try on some of your beautiful raincoats!"

Joanne's jaw set in a mulishly stubborn line. "No – I'd rather go out. We should make the most of this weather while it lasts."

I could see the beginnings of a pout as I hastily composed my reply, and my heart sank. Meaning, Let's go outside in our raincoats. I just didn't feel comfortable about displaying my secret fetish in front of Joe Public. Plastic raincoats… oh my God. I was sure that everyone who saw us out together knew. Jo didn't seem to give a damn what anyone thought though – that or it was her supreme confidence, which allowed her to behave like this. Whatever. She was nothing if not stubborn and I knew that I had no more chance of influencing her decision than an atheist of persuading the Pope to recant his Catholicism.

The last thing I wanted was a fight – my sensitive antennae was twitching like mad as Joanne's frown deepened. She certainly looked nothing like the girl I'd fallen in love with and I stifled another sigh before reluctantly replying. Besides, I also couldn't bear to upset the girl I now loved. I knew how much it meant to her going out together in our rainwear. "Yeah Ok… why not? I'd like to get outside and enjoy some fresh air too."

Joanne's face lit up like a lighthouse. "Oh great! I'm really looking forwards to going outside in the rain with you."

"Same here," I lied.

"But… what happens if it stops raining?" I curiously asked.

"Then we're in trouble," Joanne coolly replied. "Because we won't be able to take our raincoats off."

"Huh?" I didn't like the turn this was taking.

Her eyes were glistening with excitement and I squirmed again. "What we'll do is wear nothing but our plastic clothes underneath…"

"What?"

"Yeah!" Joanne was all smiles now. "We'll have no way of taking our rainwear off because everyone will see what we're wearing underneath, it'll be so exciting!"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Although I really liked the idea – Joanne was right; it would be so exciting. I couldn't imagine doing anything more naughty - but… I also couldn't think of anything that I wanted to do less. What if it really DID stop raining? We would be up the proverbial creek without a paddle. "Mmm, I see. Have you done this before?" I carefully asked.

"Yep, sure have," she grinned. "Plenty of times."

"What happened?"

Joanne smiled like a cat up to its whiskers in cream. "Nothing. It didn't stop raining. Although I've come close a few times."

There's always a first time, I thought but I didn't say so.

"Well?" Joanne demanded. "You want to do that? Shall we?"

"Yeah… OK," I sighed, hoping that Jo wouldn't notice my lack of enthusiasm. With my kind of luck, it would clear then…. I didn't want to think about it.

"Remember what the weather forecast said? They said it won't stop raining," Joanne smiled. "This'll be so much fun!"

Famous last words…

"Yeah… This could be very interesting," I smiled. As usual, my dick was betraying me.

Joanne giggled. "Oh, absolutely. You know, I'm wet already just thinking about this. Anyway… Well, we should go pick something out. Actually…" her smile widened. "I've got just the thing for you."

"Huh?"

"Just wanna make sure that there'll be no way you'll back out," Joanne smiled. "Like yesterday, remember?"

"Oh yeah." I remembered all right.

"Anyway… can you load the dishwasher while I go pick something out for us to wear?" Joanne cooed. "When you're finished, just go to my bedroom and I'll help you put everything on."

Excitement mingled with outright fear while I cleared away the detritus of our breakfast. I had no idea what Joanne intended for us to wear but it was certain to be something which would stand out just as much as yesterday, if not more. I looked outside again. The rain was reassuringly heavy but that was no guarantee it would last.

"OK, I've got everything!" Joanne called out. "You finished yet?"

"I'm coming!" I yelled back.

"Wait for me huh? I like it when you come!" she shot back and I flushed. She'd picked up my Freudian slip straightaway.

My heart was a jackhammer as I approached Joanne's bedroom. What did she have in store for me today?

"Don't look," a buck-naked Joanne beamed, blocking my view of the rainwear neatly laid out on her bed. "Change out of your plastic bodysuit first." I began to feel as if I was on a slippery slope with no end in sight as Joanne approached me from behind. "Ok, put this on now."

I turned around before gasping with utter shock. This was going to be worse than anything I'd ever imagined.

Surely Jo couldn't be…

"I'm serious." Joanne's level voice contained a slight edge which told me that I had better not refuse. "Put it on."

"Jo… I can't wear this," I weakly said.

"Yes you can, and will," she replied with a steely smile. "No one will see what you're wearing once you put your raincoat on."

Joanne had all the answers. Defeated, I allowed her to pass my feet trough each leg opening before pulling the horrible playsuit all the way up my legs where it came to a rest just below crotch height. As usual, I felt the familiar tingle of excitement surge throughout my body as the cool, soft plastic caressed my stomach and bottom. Joanne's giggle was loud. "Like it, do you?" she chuckled before passing the trailing tapes over each shoulder, crossing them over each other and tying everything off in a big bow where they met another, shorter pair of tapes attached to the rear of my pants. Before I had a chance to react, Joanne happily slipped the frilly plastic hood over my head before securely tying it in place beneath my chin.

"Thee-eere… "Joanne cooed. "Doesn't my ickle-wickle baby look simply gorgeous!" She gave me a hearty slap on my rump before ordering me over to the mirror.

"Oh my God…" I moaned. If my mates saw me dressed like this, I would never hear the end of it for the next hundred years.

"You look lovely," Joanne giggled. "Now we'll dress baby for the rain."

The last time I wore a raincoat anything like the shiny yellow slicker Joanne was holding out for me was way back during my kindergarten days. It was a virtual carbon copy of the brilliant buttercup yellow raincoat I'd happily worn to kinder every day when it was wet – right down to the large, curved pockets. Even the noise was the same – that heavenly squeaky, crackly rustle it made with each step was music to my ears, one capable of raising an instant erection even when I pressed my fingers against it inside my wardrobe. I remembered begging Mum to put it on me even when the hot Aussie sun was glaring out of a brassy sky. Joanne was slipping my arms down each sleeve and I bit my lips as the cool, smooth vinyl lovingly caressed my arms with a touch which I still found as irresistible as those golden days long ago when my Mum buttoned me up into everything before tying the hood tight around my face. Even the sweet tenderness was the same as Joanne unconsciously repeated the same act my patient mother used to perform with such good humour and love every day before kinder, meticulously doing up each proper plastic button, one by one all the way up to the neck. My throbbing penis was on fire while Joanne carefully tied the great shiny, gleaming dome of my raincoat hood tight around my face.

My pink plastic playsuit was no longer visible – even my ridiculous baby hood, but I was acutely aware that it was there as the soft plastic caressed my tingling skin. The contrasting textures were quite amazing – the sticky softness of my plastic baby suit competing with the slippery smoothness of the vinyl coating my arms.

"Well, Eddie… you look positively sweet – you're all ready for a lovely rainy day walk now," Joanne said with satisfaction.

"Yeah," I muttered. Sweet was the operative word. Hopefully none of my colleagues would choose Watson's Bay for R&R today.

[Joanne admiring herself in the mirror] "Well, what's good for the goose is good for the gander," Joanne smiled before unhesitatingly slipping her legs inside a possibly even more outrageous outfit then mine. A pair of pale pink, baggy long baby pants (ending halfway up her thighs) was swiftly followed by a wide baby bib completely covering her stomach, chest and breasts. Imagine a wide pink lifejacket and that's what her 'bib' looked like from the front. Its ruffled outer edge was impossibly cute but I found it hard appreciating such niceties as the moment of our departure drew inexorably nearer. Joanne actually looked happy while she carefully tied everything in place behind her back. Her matching baby hood (very similar to mine) went on last. "This is so much fun, isn't it, my darling?" Joanne happily burbled while she did up the laces. "I just can't wait to go outside for a long walk."

Fun was all in the eye of the beholder, I thought.

"Help me do up my raincoat please," Joanne smiled, handing me her almost similar, equally shiny yellow slicker. The deep yellow vinyl sparkled and gleamed like a newly waxed car.

It was not all bad news. How many long lonely nights had I daydreamed about doing just this? The transparent, radiant joy lighting up Joanne's face while I fastened each button was heart-warming. "Thank you for helping me, my darling," Joanne smiled before leaning forward and tenderly kissing me. "Now do the hood please – make sure it's tight so it won't slip."

The sense of d?j? vu was greater than ever while I completed lacing up Joanne into her glistening rainwear. Perhaps it was because I'd dreamt about this moment so many times? Now it was actually happening to me. The crackle and pop of our vinyl raincoats was loud in my ears as I tied the last laces tight in a neat, non-slip bow. Joanne was a vision from Heaven in her gleaming yellow vinyl.

She looked so beautiful and I felt my chest tighten as my penis throbbed with a desperate longing which just wouldn't go away. I wanted her so badly again – even though we'd only made love less than a couple of hours ago. I wanted to take Jo then and there but I knew she would never hear of it – certainly not so soon. First we would go out then… I gustily exhaled before gazing downward, admiring the expanse of polished vinyl concealing our kinky secret beneath before realising that I had no shoes on. The only pair anything remotely suitable I had with me was my old pair of black Ballys but I only wore those for work. Of course we could detour to my flat and pick up something I could wear – but I could not face my neighbours in only about the shiniest yellowest raincoat in all Sydney. It wasn't cold anyway. Maybe I could borrow some thongs or something like that if she had any.

[Joanne almost ready to go out - Only her boots remain to be put on] "Have you got any shoes I can wear?" I asked. "Like thongs," I hurriedly added lest Joanne misinterpret my request.

Joanne beamed, her brilliant smile almost as bright as that of the vinyl rainwear we had on. "Yeah, I've got something. Didn't you notice them earlier?"

"Here." Put these on," Joanne ordered as she passed me a pair of rubber-soled, matching yellow rainboots. "They will keep you nice and dry."

They were exactly the kind of nice, sensible – and very feminine rainboots any young woman would delight in wearing around town but I just couldn't imagine pairing these with my shiny yellow slicker. I would resemble one of the silly, cartoonish extras from the morning kiddie shows and in fact, I'd once seen Humphrey Bear wearing a similar dazzling yellow raincoat during his 9.00 morning show while I was babysitting my niece a couple of months ago. I felt faint as I accepted my rubber boots from Joanne. These weren't some fashionable pseudo 'yachty' brand, they were the genuine article – 100% rubber with a shiny yellow outer layer. "Jo… I don't think I can wear these," I said in a weak voice.

If looks could have killed, Joanne's furious glare would have seen me depart for the netherworld in microseconds. "Ok, ok you win," I sighed as I eased each boot up my shins. They were fractionally too small, uncomfortably pinching my toes but it was the least of my worries as I caught my reflection in the mirror. I closed my eyes, unable to believe the sight facing me. My face peered out of the tightly tied hood concealing my soft plastic baby bonnet – The only other part of my body visible was my hands, peeking out of the sleeves of my rainwear. The hem ended inches above my boots and I could see my face reddening again, as I realised no one could possibly miss my equally embarrassing shiny yellow rainboots.

I exhaled again as Joanne happily pulled on her boots as casually as if getting ready for work. Oh my God. There I was, wearing a horribly shiny yellow raincoat (and a pair of rubber rainboots!) which both went out of fashion roughly around the Jurassic Age – which I had no way of taking off. I would stand out like a circus clown at a banking convention. I definitely could not believe this was happening. And Joanne actually planned on going out dressed like this. Didn't she have any idea? At that moment, I would've given anything to resume my humdrum, lonely existence.

Then again, maybe not… Joanne wrapped her arms around my neck and shoulders before pushing her tongue inside my mouth for a heavenly kiss with transcended time and space. Her hands roamed over my back, shoulders and head, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me with every loving caress. Joanne knew that I loved it when she caressed the plastic hood covering my head. Her eyes were shining as she reluctantly broke our kiss. "I love you very much, my darling…"

"I love you too." Somehow Jo knew how to capture me every time I looked like wavering. As usual, she'd scored a direct hit on my heart. She was an angel – one I simply could not resist.

The angel smiled as our eyes met. "I just love dressing up for the rain," she bubbled. "I think half the fun is putting everything on. Don't you?"

I had to agree. How often had I played virtually the same ritual by myself, hundreds of times? "Yeah… You're so right." I smiled, in spite of myself. "It's… it's the first time I've done this with… someone – especially a lovely girl like you. And that makes it so special to me."

Joanne slowly rose after fussily adjusting her gleaming rainboots. "My dearest darling…" she breathed in a husky voice. "You've got no idea how much this means to me as well. "I'm so glad that I met you."

"You've only told me that a dozen times," I joked.

"Because I am glad that I've met you!" she exclaimed. "I'm not kidding, you know."

"I know…' I carefully replied. "I'm so happy that I met you too." And I was, I knew. I didn't have to lie about how I was feeling. I knew how lucky I was to meet someone like her. The closest I'd ever come to anything like this was putting my on rainwear and jerking off in lonely solitude over the pages of magazines like Shiny or Dressing for Pleasure. I was literally living my favourite masturbatory fantasy. Joanne just looked simply wonderful in her gleaming, shiny yellow rainwear and matching boots. My willy was desperately trying to escape its plastic prison and I stifled a groan. Any time now I would come.

"Hold me please," she said. "Hold me tight!"

I couldn't remember feeling happier as I held the slim, supple girl in my arms amidst an electrifying crackle of impossibly smooth, shiny yellow vinyl. We had so much in common that it was almost frightening. I was still enjoying the relatively new experience of having someone like Jo all over me. It made a big change from being cold-shouldered at pubs or nightclubs. "Ohh, that feels so good," Joanne sighed an instant before her soft warm lips found mine. "I just can't believe this is happening."

It was a sentiment I wholeheartedly shared and I smiled again before hugging her even harder.

"Oh, I like that so much," Joanne breathed.

My balls were on fire and I bit my lip before sighing.

"What's the matter? Are you OK?"

"Yeah I'm fine… I… I'm just so horny again. I want you."

"Not until we've been out," she giggled. "Then I will really take you to Heaven."

"I wish we could go there now," I cheekily replied.

"Oh my…" Joanne's hand had insinuated itself between my plastic playsuit. "You really want me, huh?"

I desperately nodded. "You've got no idea how much you turn me on."

Joanne grinned. "You've been a good boy. And besides… I don't think its fair on you to go out like this horny." Before I could react, she ducked downward before lifting the hem of my raincoat and gently retrieving my massive member from its plastic prison. "Ohh so big." Her voice was heavily muffled but there was no mistaking the delight. "Ok, let's make you happy now."

Her lips closed around the head of my penis before pulling it inside with a rhythmic sucking motion. The exquisite tingling sensation as Joanne rolled her tongue around the tip of my cock was just unbearable but she wouldn't allow me to pull away. I was so hard that I thought my dick would explode any minute. Although it was not the first time she'd gone down on me, it was the first time I'd enjoyed the best seats in the house, in a manner of speaking. The view was incredible: Joanne kneeling at my feet while she deep-throated me. The light above illuminated her gleaming vinyl rainwear with an almost unbearable brilliant brightness. The rubber soles of Joanne's rainboots were just visible beneath her rustling rainwear. I happily studied that beautiful shiny, rippling yellow raincoat hood, drawn tight around the head of the lovely girl sucking my cock. I closed my eyes before groaning again. I just couldn't stand the physical – and visual stimulation that I was receiving. At that moment I was willing to walk over broken glass for Joanne. Perhaps she knew as well, for it was why I remained with her so long, despite the unending torments she would inflict on me later.

Joanne was a sultry, wicked temptress. She knew how to play me like a violin. Just as the sweet, exquisite tingling grew and grew until I couldn't bear it any longer, just as I was on the verge of coming, she instinctively backed off. She'd settled into a rhythm, alternately licking my cock like a Popsicle between deep-throating me, always maintaining a constant, delicious pressure with her lips every time she took me inside her mouth.

I just couldn't stand it any longer. The rising heat at the base of my balls told the story and I instinctively gripped Joanne's head so that she wouldn't withdraw. As if understanding my need, she gave the tip of my penis one hard, throaty suck – which was enough to push me over the edge. I didn't come so much as exploded. A second later, Joanne emerged, managing a beatific grin despite seemingly a gallon of creamy come dribbling out of her mouth. Her face also splattered with my juices, she convulsively swallowed before laughing. "Oh my God, I really needed my raincoat there!"

"Yeah…" I was just overwhelmed – again. Jo was just incredible. I'd never met anybody so loving – or wanton before. Sex would never be boring with her around. "Ohh that felt so good," I sighed, wiping excess come off Joanne's forehead and the edge of the vinyl hood secured around her lovely, laughing face.

"Can you wipe it off there as well?" Joanne asked, pointing to a spot just below her neck where more of my jism was oozing down the slick, smooth vinyl.

"Y-yeah, sure…" I faintly replied, awed that any girl could behave like this, least f all, my own Joanne.

"Tastes good," she commented, theatrically smacking her lips. "Very nutritious. Guess I won't go thirsty for a while too."

I just nodded.

Joanne smiled again before rising. "You know… I can't believe that I'm doing this too," she mused, gazing directly into my eyes. "But… it feels so natural because… you know… I love you. I love you very much." She held me at arm's length before adding, "You look lovely, you know."

"I love you too, my darling," I wonderingly replied, unable to believe this was happening. Happily, I studied Joanne's impossibly shiny, glistening yellow raincoat and boots. I could not resist. "Well… you look so sweet in your raincoat, my darling. Like a real baby."

I wish I hadn't said the words as soon as they left my mouth. I was under no illusion how ridiculous we would look in our shiny safety yellow slickers. Like ducklings waddling along a busy highway.

"That's the general idea," Joanne giggled. "We won't be able to take off our raincoats off, no matter where we go."

She really knew how to puncture my enthusiasm like a balloon. I didn't know what to say. I'd really been enjoying myself as well. Joanne and her darting tongue had transported me to palaces of pleasure I'd never dreamt existed. During the excitement of the moment, I had completely forgotten that we were supposed to be going out.

I wanted to tell Jo that I didn't want to go outside like this but… I just didn't have the courage. I've never been good at things like this. I would rather give in than face any kind of confrontation. I knew that she would probably blow up if I said 'no'. Therefore, I meekly followed Jo down the hallway while my heart sank faster than the Titanic.

Ever wondered what a condemned prisoner feels like as they approach the gallows? It was a question I'd asked myself more than once after watching a TV documentary about capital punishment. Now I had some idea how they felt as Joanne firmly towed me down the small, overgrown pathway past the apartment block she called home. It was still raining but it was far from heavy, more a lightish drizzle than anything else. My pink plastic playsuit was clinging to my butt with a heavenly stickiness and it forcibly reminded me that our rainwear wouldn't be coming off… for God only knew how long.

The traffic lights were against us but Joanne forced us to wait in full view of a couple of stunned pedestrians standing opposite us although the traffic on North Steyne Road was light. A truck drew to a halt and I instinctively glanced sideways before wishing that I hadn't as he grinned in my direction before beeping the horn several times. Oh God. This was going to be worse than I thought.

A couple of minutes later, we found ourselves tracing the same path that we'd taken yesterday morning. Thankfully, the crowd was much thinner – the rain was keeping everyone indoors. There was a touch rugby match going on the sand below us and I grimaced. Every participant from young to old was covered in sand and soaked to the bone besides – but they were all having an absolute ball. We were way overdressed for the weather but Joanne didn't seem to notice or care, striding along as if she didn't have a care in the world. Our eyes met and she smiled before squeezing my hand. "Enjoying yourself?"

"Yeah…" I had to admit to myself that I was enjoying myself, in the most perverse way. I'd always wanted to go outside in the rain with my girlfriend like this. Our beautiful yellow rainwear was so appropriate for this weather too! I stared downward with utter fascination as we splashed through a deep puddle, the water reaching above the toes of our yellow rainboots. I loved watching the way the water splashed and swirled as we sploshed through everything. It was such a simple childhood pleasure that I'd almost forgotten enjoying as a child as I sent water flying with each step.

Perhaps Joanne felt it too for she suddenly said in a surprisingly reflective voice, "You know, Eddie, there is so much beauty when it's wet - the way the misty fog and rain obscures the tops of buildings so they seem like they`re disappearing into the sky... the dreamy melancholic beauty of the greyness in the sky... the sweet, almost earthy smell of rain-slick asphalt... the slick sheen of cars, windows... mmm, even our raincoats reflecting artificial light... watching the drops slide into one another and combine into streams flowing down the sleeves of our raincoats... the sound of the rain hitting the concrete... the crisp clean feel of the air...the dreamy sleepy state of mind it creates..." She smiled before gripping my arm tightly. "Little kids in yellow rain coats jumping in puddles... watching you really takes me back in time. They're all pleasures that I really honestly believe that everyone should be able to enjoy."

I didn't know what to say. Joanne was right, of course. Somewhat overwhelmed with the course that events were taking, I happily splashed through another puddle, steering a direct path through the deepest body of water I could see. I was living a dream. Our raincoats swished and rustled with an intoxicating crackle of vinyl as we headed down the long path. I just wished though that we weren't so damn conspicuous though. Even the usual hard-core joggers I saw every day interrupted their stride upon spotting us – although none bothered stop.

"Expecting a cyclone or something?" a giggling teenage girl asked and her companions laughed. I bowed my head – I wanted to die. None of the girls had any rainwear on although they were sharing two umbrellas between them. I could feel their incredulous stares boring into my skull like a laser drill. I was sure that they could see how much I was getting off on this.

"It's raining. We were afraid we might get wet," Joanne solemnly replied and the girls shouted even louder but it was obvious that there was no malice in their merriment.

"I'll say," another girl grinned. "It's been shithouse weather."

"It all depends what you make of it," Joanne said in a serious voice. "It's not a nice day but rather than stay home and sulk, we decided that we should get out there and enjoy the rainy weather. Honestly, I really believe that everyone should put their raincoats on and go outside when it's wet."

The first girl slowly nodded. "Yeah for sure. I hate sitting around with nothing to do as well. You know… I do like your raincoats. They're cute. Where did you find them?"

"Just look on the Internet," Joanne replied. "I found these on e-bay."

"No worries. Thanks!" they happily chorused. "See ya!" they cried before skipping away.

Not everyone was as friendly though.

"Fucking spastic retards. Lookit them," a tough male voice said and I inwardly groaned.

"The only thing that's spastic is your brains," Joanne angrily retorted.

"Hey!" Our tormentor leapt up before aggressively confronting us and I shrank inside. I'd rather face an angry pit bull than someone like him. Homo sapiens are so unpredictable.

"Cool it, Jo," I moaned.

"Heyyyy… it's a girl," he laughed, a nasty, throaty humourless chuckle. "I thought maybe you were gay or something. We got lotta those aroun' Sidney."

"Oh I'm so sorry to disappoint you," Joanne replied in a sickly sweet voice which made me cringe. "Fraid we're anything but gay."

"You look gay to me," he replied before sullenly retreating. "Fucking weirdos."

I was so embarrassed that I wanted to die. Our shiny yellow slickers and matching boots were, if anything, but conventional wear. He'd just made that loud and clear. Again we were the center of attention and everywhere I looked, I saw only amusement, even outright derision. "Joanne… um…" I hesitantly began. "You know… we kinda stand out… if you know what I mean?"

Joanne sighed loudly before stopping and stomping her foot on the wet tiles. "I don't care what other people think. If they don't like what we are wearing, that's their fucking problem!" she sharply replied.

Overwhelmed with d?j? vu, my head spun. We'd had a similar talk less than twenty four hours ago but Joanne just didn't seem to understand that our raincoats hardly constituted 'normal' wear, whatever that was. Even ferals and Goths had their own dress code – ours was… well, no code at all. "I guess so," I wearily replied. I didn't want a fight.

"It's me, I love wearing plastic," Joanne loudly commented, "and if anyone else doesn't like it, well, that's just too fucking tough."

I nodded again. My penis was shrinking to nothingness in inverse proportion to my embarrassment. We really stood out like the proverbial. Everyone who passed us stared and I just wasn't finding the attention any easier to deal with. Even Joanne's company was little panacea. Unlike yesterday, the shoppers and early morning diners enjoying a lazy breakfast were in no rush, and everybody noticed our stately progress. Joanne refused to hurry as we strolled down the Corso in our glistening, rain-slick rainwear. Again the reaction ranged from outright amusement to contempt, even disapproval. Either way, few seemed unaffected. It didn't help when we encountered a couple of young children wearing almost exactly similar yellow raincoats as ours. Their mother didn't seem impressed, pulling them away as we neared them. Joanne smiled and said, "I thought they looked so cute."

Although it was unusually cool, I was already hot and sweaty. I embarrass easily and I sweat like a pig when I'm nervous. Plastic is impermeable – which of course is why it's so waterproof but the same qualities which make it so suitable for rainwear also means that it doesn't breathe. The two layers of plastic I was wearing effectively trapped most of the body heat I was generating and there was only one way of cooling everything down… Thankfully nobody noticed how badly it was affecting me but I knew that this happy state of affairs might not last long. I shook my head again, unable to believe that I'd been so effectively trapped inside my rainwear. It was a plastic prison I had no way of escaping.

Why then, was I excited again? Of course the answer was simple – I got off on the way the sticky soft plastic felt – the wetter the plastic got, the more it clung to my skin and it was a massive turn-on. Joanne's slightly glazed eyes told me it was also similarly affecting her too. Our eyes met with a look of complete understanding before she winked in my direction as her hand squeezed mine.

The ferry terminal was also quiet – the rain was keeping a lot of the casual day-trippers away but we were far from alone though. I felt more like a freak than ever as we traipsed through the spacious terminal in our glowing rainwear. The harsh overhead lights bounced off the glistening yellow vinyl, still slick and wet from the steady rain. I could not even lower the great gleaming dome of my raincoat hood because it would have revealed my shockingly pink baby hood – complete with its collection of frills and ruffles for all to see. We could not have stood out more had we gone in the nude – and in some ways I felt going out in our birthday suits would've been preferable.

People were openly laughing while we waited the endlessly long (in reality, only 5 or so minutes) time it took for the ferry to arrive, turn-around its passengers before allowing us to board. The rain was still falling as we took our bench seats in the prized position directly behind the wide, bluff bows. Our ferry, the wonderfully named Charlotte, was one of dozens of smaller boats servicing any number of terminals dotted around the wide, spacious harbour but they only made the run across the exposed stretch of water behind the Heads in good weather due to their smaller size. Surprisingly we weren't alone. Another couple occupied the seats on our right and I couldn't help staring as the girl carefully sat down after wiping the water away.

An attractive brunette, she was wearing a beautiful translucent blue plastic raincoat, buttoned up to her slim neck – and she'd also tied its attached hood in place around her face with a couple of very secure knots so that it wouldn't slip. She rewarded us with a sympathetic smile after spotting us. Joanne clearly wanted to speak to her but she was stymied by the girl's protective boyfriend who seated himself between us. Seemingly oblivious to his girlfriend's gorgeous rainwear, he fussily adjusted the hood of his conservative parka before lighting up and casually glancing around the tranquil, rain-dappled embayment. He certainly didn't show any interest in our raincoats either, essaying a single glance in our direction before returning to his cigarette.

"He doesn't deserve someone like her!" Joanne hissed and I smiled.

"They might not feel the same way we do," I pointed out in a low voice so they wouldn't overhear us.

"I guess so," Joanne reluctantly agreed. "Oh well… It's nice to see that at least someone is properly dressed for this rainy weather!"

"Hear, hear," I smiled before apprehensively glancing upwards. Thankfully the cloud cover was uniformly grey although I could see a marginally brighter spot where the sun was attempting to break through. Oh oh. Hopefully, it would keep raining or we would be in all kinds of trouble. It wasn't so much that I had no way of removing my rainwear, it was more that I had to leave the hood tied in place otherwise… I could not see Joanne allowing me to make an emergency pitstop to take off my soft pink baby hood so I could safely lower the hood. Oh God…

Apart from that couple, at least we were more or less alone out here. The ferry was nosing out into the current now and I began to relax. There was no one else to bother us – and the lower deck superstructure had been sensibly designed without windows in front. It would be all too soon before leaving our nautical sanctuary for the hubbub and crowds of Watson's Bay. It was always crowded, no matter how bad the weather. The excellent food available from restaurants like Doyles, and the beautiful scenery was a huge drawcard for locals and tourists alike.

The Queenscliff was waiting to take our place and it greeted us with a mournful hoot as we drew level with its enormous bows. Oh my God… That wave must have been bloody big if it came that close to hitting us the other day. It was crowded with passengers – day-trippers making the trek to Manly and I flushed before looking away. I could feel their concentrated gaze and I didn't want to see their reaction. Joanne had no such qualms though, happily waving to everyone amidst a loud crackle of vinyl.

What was it about being on boats which made everyone wave like lunatics? I wondered as we slipped past the Queenscliff. No one ever waved to each other on board trains or buses. I mentioned my thoughts to Joanne and she laughed before hugging me hard.

"Oh my darling Eddie…" she sighed. "How do you always do it? You always make me smile."

"I'm in training to be a comedian," I cheekily replied. Am I ever! We were about to provide a show no one would ever forget.

Joanne's eyes were swimming with tears after laughing again. "I think you would make a very good comedian," she smiled.

I already am, I thought. Look at us! We're entertaining everybody. But I didn't voice the thought. Luckily we made it up forward to Joanne's preferred position, right behind the bows. It was much calmer today. There was virtually no wind so we wouldn't have to worry about rogue waves trying to sweep us away. More importantly, we were semi-private. Sensibly, they had not built windows into the front of the superstructure for obvious reasons. No other passengers joined us. I knew it was a respite which wouldn't last but I was thankful for small mercies. Joanne grabbed me almost as soon as we seated ourselves on the hard wooden benches, before pushing her tongue inside my mouth. Oh my God… Sometimes life did carry its compensations I thought, while she kissed me with increasing urgency and passion. The other couple was also mating with each other as well and I inwardly smiled. They only had eyes for each other, just like us.

The rain struck us with increasing force as our transport nosed out into the harbour before quickly picking up speed with a happy, chuckling gurgle of water. Confident that nobody would disturb us out front, Joanne slid her hand beneath my rainwear before gripping my swollen, excited penis. Her loving attention was almost too much for me and I couldn't help groaning as her tongue rolled around mine. It was a limpet which refused to let go, no matter how much I squirmed. I was in Heaven again as she guided my hand to her soaking wet pussy. My fingers slid inside the hot, wet tightness of her slit without any resistance. Joanne's juices were already freely flowing while I stroked her clitoris. Her insistent kisses became increasingly ragged as I increased the delicious pressure, switching between fast and slow. I just couldn't get enough of the way her sweet button felt beneath my fingers – or the incredible softness of her plastic playsuit against my hand and forearm. I was acutely aware of the soft plastic of my playsuit caressing my bottom and chest, and the delicious cooler smoothness of my vinyl rainwear covering my arms and head while we played with each other's bodies. Joanne was pumping my penis as if she was milking a cow and I bit my lip before moaning again. Already I could feel the pressure building while I focused upon bringing her off.

With a shocking suddenness, Joanne convulsed as a deep moan escaped her lips. She'd come. My fingers were swimming in her juices. If only I could lick them away with my tongue but that really would be going too far out here. I didn't have time to think about it though as I came with a sudden rush, spraying the inside of my plastic playsuit with a sticky, clingy mess.

"Ohh, I don't know how you do it," Joanne sighed.

"I've got no… idea either," I shakily replied. "Maybe it's love."

"Or the Power of the mac," she giggled.

I had to agree. I'd never enjoyed orgasms anything quite like this – nor with such frequency since meeting Jo. "How about both. I can't believe how much this… plastic thing turns me on." I sighed, "but… you also turn me on too."

"I've never been turned on like this b-before!" she gasped before hugging me hard with a crackle of vinyl. "D-darling Eddie… thank you so much for making me so happy." She gazed into my eyes before smiling again, such a sweet tender smile that it made my heart contract painfully. "I love you… I love you very much."

"I love you too, Jo," I sighed, as she happily snuggled up against me in my arms. At that moment, all my worries vanished while we held each other. Jo's lips were very soft against mine and I sighed with pleasure before quickly glancing around. The oily, still water was pockmarked by a billion miniature dimples and I studied them with fascination. As quickly as each disappeared, they were instantly replaced by a dozen more. The rain was a silver curtain which shrouded the tall sandstone cliffs guarding the harbour entrance and I marvelled that it could be so calm when it'd been so rough only a couple of days ago. The marching mountains had been replaced by dark, flat featureless plains. Only the oily deep blue, swirling eddies below told us that it was alive. It wasn't hard imagining a giant kraken looming out of the deep before sucking us down to a watery grave entangled within its tentacles and I shuddered before returning to Jo. Her gleaming yellow rainwear was a much nicer sight and I happily returned her smile as she caressed the hood of my rainwear.

How many other passengers would be enjoying the ride as much as we were?

Precious few, I thought. This was just so naughty and I giggled.

"What's so funny?" Joanne smiled.

I laughed before telling her.

"Oh yeah!" she smiled before hugging me again. "I know it's so naughty but… I love you. I just want you all the time."

"Me too," I sighed. My dick was already swelling again. It didn't need much stimulation and I grinned again before uncomfortably shifting position. "I want you do bad too. I want to fuck your brains out."

"Later," she giggled before pressing her lips against mine again.

In this more than pleasant manner, the remainder of our ferry ride passed without incident beneath leaden skies and pouring rain. All too soon, we glided into the Watson's Bay wharf and it was time to disembark. Despite the inclement weather, Watson's Bay was crowded with seemingly half of Sydney. Well, I'd known all along what to expect. Established in 1788, It's also recognised as Australia's oldest fishing village. Watson's Bay attracts both visitors and locals with its unique and charming blend of secluded beaches, spectacular coastal walks and waterfront restaurants. Lots of umbrellas but nary a raincoat in sight. "Why don't we just return home?" I hopefully suggested. "I'd rather spend the day with you in bed."

"No. Why should we?" Joanne somewhat crossly replied. "Eddie, I know what you're thinking. If you don't like it, push off."

I inwardly sighed before placatingly replying, "Sorry… You just have that effect on me and… well, you know? But of course I want to spend the day outside with you!"

"Good," she sharply replied. "Don't be a silly boy huh?" More gently, "Remember, this is all about having fun – and just think how horny you'll be when we get home."

You're damn tooting, I thought, as I awkwardly rose with a crackle of vinyl. Jo certainly wasn't kidding. I just hoped nobody could see how much this was affecting me. At least she didn't have worry about concealing her arousal. I'd never been so horny – or embarrassed as we slowly shuffled off the ferry between the usual stares and occasional outright laughter.

{[The beach at Watsons Bay]} I felt like a giant banana as Joanne happily led me around. Our humiliating shiny yellow rainwear stood out like a lighthouse beacon on a stormy night. We were impossible to miss while we strolled along the sandy crescent beach in the warm rain. It wasn't cold, far from it – and if we had been alone, I would have really enjoyed the experience. There were plenty of shirtsleeves – and few coats. Even more embarrassingly, half-naked children were playing on the water's edge, becoming thoroughly sandy and wet during the process, and they just made me feel even more out of place. Their grins and giggles let me know all about what they thought about our outlandish garb. Even the usual clutch of aggressive seagulls didn't know what to make of our presence, scattering as we approached them.

There weren't many diners at Doyles (The site on which the restaurant now stands is where Doyle originally sold his daily fish catch in 1845) because it was still early. However, half the tables were already occupied and I gazed seawards as heads turned. Luckily there was plenty to see and it wasn't hard playing the role of a tourist as I sweated within my layers of soft, sticky plastic and vinyl. If only the gawking spectators knew what we wore beneath. Did they know? I felt my face colouring again while I pretended to study the anchored boats in this prettiest of secluded coves. Most were small although I could see a large Grand Banks trawler anchored perhaps 50 yards from shore and a sleek, very expensive jet black millionaire's sports yacht further out. I recognised it as a Sunseeker – if it was sun they were seeking, they would be in for a long wait. The view beyond was spectacular, the Harbour stretching to infinity with the collection of buildings of Sydney's bustling CBD just visible in the distance. The teeming rain made it hard to see much beyond a kilometre or so. I envied the people who enjoyed perfect lifestyles in their perfect houses – they were probably worth a few million each.

Eventually Joanne suggested that we should go for a stroll past the Gap. "We'll both be hungry by the time we get back," she smiled before taking my hand in hers. "What do you think?"

{[The beautiful - and infamous Gap]} I nervously nodded. I wasn't looking forwards to the ordeal of buying lunch. Suddenly I didn't feel very hungry but there was no way I could admit as much. She would only blow up. At least it might be quieter up there. The Gap is a spectacular series of tall, rugged sandstone cliffs located less than a hundred metres away from the secluded calm of Watsons Bay. Huge waves pound the rocks every day, even during the calmest days. As spectacular as it is dangerous, the Gap is also the location of the Dunbar wreck. Shipwrecked on the unforgiving, forbidding rocks in 1857, it ranks as Sydney's worst maritime tragedy. The Gap is also famous for other, less savoury reasons: a reported 20-30 people suicide each year by leaping from top of the cliffs down on to the waiting rocks below. There's spots where it seems the heaving ocean is virtually below your feet a hundred and fifty feet below the well-fenced path. I couldn't care less about its colourful history though. The Gap is one of my favourite walks because it really allows me to see how Sydney Harbour is positioned relative to the ocean. After reaching South Head, it's possible to see the entrance to the harbour, North and Middle Heads and the main channel leading up towards the city – it's one of the most popular viewing spots of all for the annual Sydney Hobart yacht race beginning here every Boxing Day. We would also pass Camp Cove and Lady Beach, two of the most picturesque and idyllic small beaches anywhere in the world. "Yeah, why not?" I eventually replied. "Sounds good to me." The constant rain would deter all but the most hardy as well – another attraction of the walk that she was proposing.

"Shall me?" Joanne smiled before sighing. "You know, I really love coming here… especially when its cold, rainy and wet but… you're the very first guy I've ever been able to share this with."

I was immensely touched. Joanne was so sincere. Ok, she might be a little nutty but at that moment, I didn't mind in the least. Jo was completely genuine with her feelings for me and it made all the difference. She was hugging me again and I closed my eyes before relaxing in her tight embrace, savouring our special closeness along with the incredible visual and sensual stimulation that I was receiving from the look and feel of our glistening, shiny rainwear. Water was dripping off the gleaming buttercup yellow raincoat hood tied tightly around Joanne's lovely, happy face, and I felt my heart swelling with love for this wonderful, beautiful, crazy girl who'd so recently entered my life with the subtlety of a sledgehammer. I couldn't live without Jo but I didn't have the courage to say as much. Instead, I replied. "I'm so glad that I've met you… It's really good being able to… share everything like this together."

"That's what's it's all about isn't it…" Joanne's voice caught as she hung her head before gazing into my eyes again. "Just that special sharing with someone I… I love very much. I'm head over heels with you. You've got no idea how… how happy I am now, how happy you've made me."

I didn't know what to say. Jo clearly meant every word of her short speech. I already knew her well enough to know that she was as honest as the day was long. What you saw was what you got with Joanne. She didn't pull any punches, instead, preferring to speak straight from her heart. There was nothing in the least devious about this most unusual of girls who didn't mind letting it all hang out – literally. I studied her gleaming rainwear before marvelling that anybody could wear something like this. It was so yellow and shiny. Even more incredible was my knowledge what lay hidden beneath the smooth, slippery folds of her dripping rainwear – only the most embarrassingly pink soft plastic baby playsuit that I'd ever seen – nothing else. I would never meet another like Jo in a dozen lifetimes. She was just so… what was that word again? uninhibited – I didn't know anyone else capable of behaving remotely like Jo. She was so exuberant, so outrageously out there that I could barely cope – yet, despite my embarrassment, I realised that I was actually enjoying myself in the most perverse manner. My dick was harder than ever and I briefly wondered how I would cope until arriving home. I wanted Jo more than ever. A sudden wicked twinkle in her eyes told me that she was aware of my arousal and I sighed again before replying. "Thank you for… everything too, my darling." I gazed into her huge, dark eyes before smiling. "I love you, Joanne."

"I love you too," she sighed before wrapping her arms around my neck, lovingly caressing the smooth vinyl covering my head as she pressed her lips against mine for another searing kiss. There we were in our plastic raincoats, kissing as if our lives depended upon our lips remaining glued together for as long as possible. Joanne's hands were everywhere, roaming over my head, my back – even my plastic covered bottom accompanied by an intoxicating, almost musical crackle of vinyl. I'd dreamed about this moment for so long, and now it was happening to me. I not only had a partner like every other couple I'd envied for years but someone who really loved wearing plastic rainwear as well. If only she wasn't quite as… obsessive about everything, I thought, as I heard another loud giggle. Although I couldn't see the source of the mirth, I knew exactly who was providing the freak-show. However, it wasn't enough to spoil my good humour – yet.

Eventually Joanne withdrew after trying to swallow my tongue for the thousandth time before smiling. "I'm really enjoying myself today!" she beamed. "Isn't this good fun?"

"Yeah," I replied with a good deal more enthusiasm than last time. So far, the sky hadn't fallen in on us. Jo wasn't out to humiliate me. She was just… being herself and the knowledge, for some reason, made me feel better. I inwardly sighed before hugging her again. Maybe I was analyzing everything too much. Perhaps I should just lighten up and learn to enjoy myself. I glanced upwards. It was still raining as steadily as ever, great fat drops plopping downward from a slate-grey sky before imploding with a truly musical pitter-patter on our rainwear or vanishing without a trace in the porous sand below our feet. My gleaming Wellingtons were covered in gritty granules of sand but unlike shoes, none found its way inside. "I love the way the rain sounds on our raincoats," I observed.

"It's so beautiful isn't it?" she giggled. "I could stand outside and listen to the rain all day long." She glanced around curiously. "I just don't understand why so few people appreciate a wet day like this."

Plenty, it seemed, I thought but I didn't question her by-now familiar refrain. "What say we go enjoy our rainy day walk now?" I hurriedly interrupted before she had time to continue.

"Oh yeah…" she smiled, her eyes dancing with merriment and utter joy. "Well… shall we?"

{[The beautiful - and infamous Gap]} "Shall we?" I echoed before taking her hand in mine and setting across off the wide, green park. The spacious, steeply sloping park ran all the way from the top of the towering cliffs to the calm, sheltered foreshore within the Harbour. It was the dramatic contrast between harbour and ocean which made this walk so popular. The park was unusually quiet although a few hardy picnickers had set up camp beneath the trees near Doyle's take-away fish and chip outlet. Rather than head straight uphill, Joanne chose to take the path angling uphill away from our intended destination.

The reaction of other people to our rainwear was as fascinating as it was embarrassing and I wondered if I would ever become as immune to people's stares, laughter, even outright hostility as Joanne. Watson's Bay was popular with elderly couples who liked the genteel charm of this most historic community. They weren't as approving of our rainwear though and I could only look away as their icy stares bored through us. The concentrated jeers of a few toughs throwing a rugby ball around in the rain didn't help my nerves either. "Fucking pervs," one of them called out in a blue-steel voice honed by years of chain-smoking. The hypocrisy was immense. I could feel them undressing Joanne with their eyes as we strolled past with a loud swish of brilliant yellow vinyl. It was an antidote for the unrelieving grey of the day but precious few people seemed to appreciate our colourful rainwear and boots.

A man in a blue Goretex jacket and a battered old brown Akubra with a wide brim was photographing the shrouded Sydney skyline. The quality of his lenses and camera bag told me that he was a professional photog – or an enthusiastic amateur. He glanced up before smiling as he spotted us. "Oh my word," he drawled with a rich Aussie twang. "Yer really stand out like a sore thumb."

"Yeah, we've kinda noticed that," I ironically replied.

"I reckon mate, I reckon," he grinned. "I won't ask what you're wearing underneath but I can tell ya enjoying yerself, no worries."

"Yes, we are," Joanne grinned, clearly pleased that he was showing so much interest in us.

"Where do yer live?" he asked.

"Manly," she replied. "We came over by ferry. What about you?"

"Bondi. I thought I'd take the opportunity to get a few shots of this rain," he said. He glanced upward. "Strewth, mate, it's really pissin' down innit?"

"When it rains, it pours," I sagely observed.

"Fuckin' oath it does," he chuckled. "But… you know, Sydney has this beauty on a cold, grey wet day that sunny can't touch." He examined us more closely. "but I'm guessin' ya would already know that."

"Absolutely," Joanne agreed and I inwardly winced, hoping that she wouldn't se off on one of her rambling spiels.

"I always photograph Sydney when it's wet. Any fuckin' man and his dog can take a picture-postcard-perfect shot of a perfect Sydney day but it's that creativity I enjoy. Crook day like this, it's a challenge to photograph."

"Looks like it." I could tell that Jo had real respect for him. She wasn't displaying her usual wisecracking self with him.

"Can I ask ya a favour?" he suddenly asked.

"Huh? Yeah, sure," Joanne uncomprehendingly replied.

"Can I photograph you?" He grinned to show that his question carried no malice. "I love the contrast of your happy sunshine yellow raincoats and this cold gloomy, grumpy weather."

"You're so poetic," she giggled. "Why not? We'd love to."

"Good on yer, sport," he smiled. "Reckon I'll get some great shots."

Preening outrageously, Joanne said, "I've never been a model before."

He laughed. "I've never photographed anyone like you before. But… really, I'm not looking for 'posed' shots, ya know what I mean?"

"You mean… sort of natural like?"

"Got it in one." His humour and good spirit was so infectious that I had to laugh along with him.

"C'mon, Eddie," Joanne urged. "Let's do it."

"Pretend I'm not there," he said. "Just… be yourselves. You're lovers enjoying a beautiful day out together."

"He is so in sync with us," Joanne said under her breath as we reversed our footsteps.

"I'll say," I agreed. "He's a good bloke."

"OK, just walk along the path… hold hands, you know like that. Bewdy, mate."

Joanne was enjoying herself, I could tell as we happily swished down the path. For perhaps the next ten or fifteen minutes, he took shot after shot of us. The most incredible thing was that his work actually appeared to legitimize our bizarre apparel. Perhaps a dozen passerbys, all dressed for the rain in conservative nylon rainwear strolled past our shoot but they all wore approving smiles. One even complimented our friendly photographer friend on the very imaginative – and creative work he was doing. Suddenly, it was no longer soft porn, it was art.

"Ok, time for some fun now," he said. "Remember you're lovers, time to do what comes naturally."

Joanne was all giggly, schoolgirlish laughter as she took me in her arms with a wonderful, rustly crackle of vinyl. "I love you," she smiled before tenderly pressing her lips against mine.

"Cut!" his voice eventually said. "You're very lucky people, I can tell you really love each other, your passion just shows through."

"Thanks…" Joanne blushingly replied.

"It was a pleasure," he smiled. By the way, my name's Danny but everyone calls me Poet. What's yours?"

"My boyfriend's Eddie," Joanne proudly replied, "and mine's Joanne. Jo for short."

"Good to meetcha," he replied, holding out a large callused paw which had clearly seen many suns. "Thank you too for allowing me to photograph you. I've got some great shots."

"No worries," Joanne smiled. "We really enjoyed ourselves too!"

"I enjoyed myself too," Poet smiled. "It's not every day I meet people like you. Before we bid each other adieu, let's take one last happy snap for the road."

Smiling hugely, Joanne linked her arm around my back before cuddling up as physically close against he as possible. After exchanging addresses, we happily bade each other farewell. Months later, I would study these photos, turning each over and over in my hands, between wondering what happened to us.

"He was so nice," Joanne sighed as we set off along the concrete footpath precariously perched on the edge of the precipice.

"Yeah, he sure was," I absentmindedly replied, while I admired the magnificent view. The heaving, churning ocean was never still. Although the big storm had long gone, the sea still roiled against the unyielding rocks in a white fury as if determined to batter the land within to submission. Eventually of course over millions of years, the patient waves would succeed by which time we would be long gone. What would our graves say about us? I wondered while we strolled along the rain-slick path in companionable silence before pushing my morbid thoughts out of my mind. It was time to celebrate being alive with the best girl that I'd ever met.

Our shiny yellow rainwear glowed in the muted light. I happily studied the wet glistening vinyl as raindrops beaded with each other, stubbornly resisting gravity as long as possible before trickling downwards with ever increasing speed as they collected more water along the way, funneling down each crackling fold of our raincoats before splashing downward around our booted feet.

There was no wind, and the heavy moist, humid air swirled around us like a suffocating blanket. The exertion involved in clambering uphill before reaching the path and our walk was heating my body – which the heavy, clinging vinyl couldn't clear. I was perspiring profusely by now. If anything, I was almost as wet as if I'd gone out without any weather protection – ironic huh? I badly wanted to laugh as the sodden, sticky plastic clung to my skin with the consistency of wild honey. This was all just making me so horny that it hurt. If only I could jump her here and bow but we'd probably find ourselves arrested for public indecency. There was no cover up here – just rock and windswept, straggly vegetation. Joanne's eyes met mine and she grinned as we shared a look of complete, mutual understanding.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" she asked softly before collecting me in her arms for another heavenly hug.

"Very much," I smiled. "I'm sweating like a pig though."

"If you think this is bad, you should try rubber."

"Huh?"

{[Joanne in her rubber rainwear]} "Yeah, rubber." Joanne was all smiles. "Sometimes when I really feel like disciplining myself, I force myself to put on my latex rubber catsuit which I wear underneath my shiny black 100% rubber mackintosh before going out for the day. It's really thick and heavy and I just get soooooooooo hot, it's not funny."

"Hot in what way?" My head spun as I tried to visualize the incredible sight of Joanne setting out in her shiny black rubber rainwear.

"Wanna find out?" she giggled. "In fact, I think we should do that one day. You'll have a ball, I just know it."

I closed my eyes before inwardly groaning. Once she'd passed sentence, I knew that appealing was out of the question. I'd seen pictures of those… SBR raincoats in Shiny, Dressing for Pleasure and Rubberist, and I knew that we would stand out even more in head to toe shiny black rubber, if such a thing was possible.

As if confirming my gloomy thoughts, a couple of cyclists rolled past with a tinkling peal of laughter upon spotting our rainwear and I cringed before turning away. I would never become used to this kind of attention. The good vibes that I'd so carefully built during the morning were already quickly dissipating. I just wasn't the extroverted type and I never would be. Jo could get away with it – just but not little old me. Well. I had no choice but go along with it – if I wanted to keep Joanne. I was terrified of losing her and I sighed again before obediently trotting alongside her again. Did she know how I was feeling? She certainly had me in her thrall and there was nothing I could do about it. Like a drug addict, I couldn't get enough of the delicious smorgasbord of rubber, plastic and PVC that she was presenting me. I knew that I would agree to whatever she suggested and it wasn't a great feeling.

The sky was distantly lighter in the horizon and my insides churned while I studied the dull, flat blanket of cloud curtaining Sydney. It was still raining but not as heavily. If it cleared now, we would really be up Shit Creek without a paddle. Joanne had just ensured that. We had no way of removing our raincoats – not unless we wanted everyone to see our humiliating, babyish hot pink plastic playsuits the thick vinyl was concealing. I felt my skin heating up again while I thought about the horrible prospect of revealing everything for all to see. Our rainwear would have to stay on until we arrived home – no ifs, buts or maybes. I couldn't even undo the hood or they would see the plastic bonnet that she'd secured in place earlier.

Joanne was setting a brisk pace and almost before I had time to breathe, we reached one of the most spectacular of many lookouts that Sydney is famous for. We could see the far distant Central Business District, much of the famed harbour, the Heads and the open ocean beyond. We'd arrived just in time to greet the beautiful Queen Elizabeth II sailing through the heads and I felt my skin prickle with awe as the famous liner serenely sailed through the smooth sea. There were bigger, faster, newer liners plying the seas but none could match the grandeur and majesty of this glorious, stately ship. Despite the weather, its decks were crowded with passengers enjoying the unparalleled views. We were also far from alone. The arrival of the big ship had attracted a crowd of spectators – none dressed anything like us and I could feel their stares as I studied the huge liner. Several people hadn't even bothered cover up for the rain – their saturated T-shirts and shorts bearing mute testimony to their contempt for the weather gods ruling our lives. A small yacht was making heavy weather of passing the liner and I could see its crew in yellow oilskins struggling with the sails as they flapped about in the sudden lee created by the ship.

"Ever been sailing?" I asked Joanne.

"No, but I'd like to try," she smiled. "Imagine being able to wear our raincoats all day long. It would be such good fun!" She leant over the fence before looking more closely. "They're wearing rainsuits," she said. "Oh they look nice, so shiny and yellow."

Everything revolved around rainwear, I thought but it was more than my life was worth if I dared criticize Jo.

"Well, shall we?" Joanne eventually said after the QEII vanished upstream. The lookout was clearing now as people tiring of the view drifted away.

I nodded before nervously studying the sky. It was definitely beginning to clear. The rain was already easing to a heavy drizzle and I sighed before groaning. I was beginning to feel more ridiculous than ever, helplessly cocooned inside our shiny yellow rainwear. People were really staring now and I could feel them wondering why we were dressed like this. My dick wasn't getting any smaller though and I cursed its tiny, one-track mind. Yeah. With my kind of luck (I'm not a lucky gambler!), it wouldn't be long before the cloud vanished then… "What say we head home?" I hesitantly asked Joanne. "I think it's going to stop raining soon."

"Let's have lunch first," she stubbornly replied. "I'm hungry now. Then we'll go home."

"I think we should go home now, I don't want to… um… get stuck outside like this."

"Oh, come on!" Her voice was suddenly impatient. "You knew this might happen when you signed up for this."

I didn't feel like telling her that she'd 'volunteered' me for this. "You know… everyone's staring." I complained. "What if it stops raining? I can't even take my raincoat off. You really made sure of that."

If looks could have killed, I would have dropped dead on the spot then and there – or turned into a pillar of stone. Suddenly she giggled before replying. "It's all part of the fun isn't it? If our luck runs out, it runs out."

"I feel just so embarrassed," I protested.

Joanne stopped again before sighing. "Don't be such a spoilsport, I'm in this too," she pointed out. "I can't take my raincoat off either. Like I said, it's all part of the fun." She pointed to my swollen dick. "I can tell you're really getting off on this, right?"

She had me by the goolies. There was no denying that our rainy day romp was a massive turn-on for me. Damn my perfidious penis – it was incapable of lying. "I guess so," I eventually replied.

Joanne laughed before gently pulling me into a clinch and caressing the hood of my raincoat with one hand while the other ran down my back. Far below, the ocean rumbled and swirled like my over excited gonads. "I'm so wet, baby," she moaned before quickly glancing around. No one. We were alone for the moment. She gripped my cock with her hand before grinding her hips against mine with an electrifying rustle of rain-slick vinyl. "My cunt's got this tingling that just won't go away. God, oh Goddd, I want you so much."

I was in a quandary. Although all I wanted was out, I couldn't help admit that I was enjoying myself. Joanne's attention was so pleasurable that all I could do was groan while she milked my cock with her fist before hurriedly letting go as a couple of people – an elderly couple with a King Charles spaniel approached us. Their beautiful spaniel was friendly but Jo hardly had time to lean down and pat the dog before a cold glare and a sharp command called it on its away. "I think they saw us," she giggled and I flushed before smiling. Exhibitionism isn't really my game.

"Why don't we go home," I said again, "where we can really enjoy ourselves? There isn't much privacy out here."

I could see her weakening but she suddenly rallied much to my dismay. "Not yet. I'm hungry. Besides… I've been hanging out for their fish and chips. Those Doyle's people make better fish and chippies than anyone else I know. C'mon, we might as well eat while we're here, then we'll sit in the park and feed the seagulls." She smiled again before giving me another loving squeeze and withdrawing.

"Yeah OK," I sighed. Like practically half of Sydney, I was all but addicted to their excellent seafood. Besides, ordering and eating wouldn't take long.

"Terrific," Joanne beamed. "Let's go."

{[Doyle's take-away outlet - note that no one else are dressed like us!]} I felt like cursing as we strolled down the hill towards the wharf where Doyle's take-away outlet was located. A football-size crowd was milling around the pier – at least it seemed that way, and I inwardly groaned. It might be a while before we managed to order, much less eat anything. The cloud was thinning all the time and the rain had thinned to a light drizzle by the time we reached the periphery of the hungry lunchtime crowd. Why did the bloody weather always have to behave like this? I silently, inwardly raged. The one time I needed something approaching a monsoon, it failed to deliver. Although a few umbrellas sprouted upwards here and there, like so many multicoloured mushrooms, the majority of Doyle's customers had shed their costs and jackets and I cringed again after realising that no - one were wearing anything like our shiny, gleaming raincoats, much less leaving the hood tightly tied around my face. The smooth vinyl was slick with drizzle but I was a sweaty moshpit within. My soft plastic playsuit clung stickily to my bottom as I reluctantly took my place in the queue with Joanne was maintaining a tight grip on my hand to ensure that I wouldn't run.

The amusement of the bored, impatient customers was palpable and I wished that the ground would swallow us up whole as grinning faces peered in our direction. Now I knew how claustrophobics must feel as the crowd pressed closer. We were very much the center of attention now. My skin was a hot, sticky mess as the combination of their body heat and my acute embarrassment penetrated the thick vinyl. I was swimming in sweat as we slowly edged closer to the counter.

"Mummy, why are they wearing raincoats?" a child asked and several people laughed.

"I don't know, because it's wet?" she patiently replied.

"But mum… it's not raining now." More laughter. I wanted to die. Damn Jo for landing us in this pot of poo. Indeed the aggravating, annoying, know-it-all brat was right. The steady, susurrant 'pitter-patter' of rain had all but vanished. The thin, light drizzle had an almost English quality to it – it was hardly worth covering up for. Several brollies were being folded while I desperately looked around.

"Is this Candid Camera or something?" someone chuckled and several people actually looked around as if they expected to see a TV film crew shooting us in action.

"Nah, just a couple of weirdoes," another voice cuttingly said and I felt my face flame like a rocket taking off for outer space.

Joanne didn't seem overly perturbed although I could see my erstwhile partner rolling her eyes with theatrical, mock disgust with the verbal commentary she could hear. The rank sweat of our companions was slightly overwhelming and I wrinkled my nose as more people joined the queue. I have always loved the fresh sweetness of the air after a good storm but the massed ranks of humanity were doing their best to pollute the atmosphere again.

I died a hundred thousand deaths before reaching the front counter covered by a large awning where I just felt even more out of place with the great gleaming yellow dome of our raincoat hoods tied tightly beneath our chins. The massed ranks of blue and white uniformed cooks and waiters actually stopped everything, gaping for a horribly long moment before reluctantly returning to their work and I died again as the muscular guy incredulously studied us before taking our order. "Uh… g'day mate. You lost a bet or something, huh?" he asked.

"Yeah, you could say that," I hesitantly replied, aware of Joanne's concentrated scrutiny.

"Good on yer, sport," he laughed. "I wouldn't have the guts to go out dressed like that. Anyway, what'll you have today?" he said in a cheerful voice as if serving two freaks like us was an everyday occurrence.

After ordering, we had to wait another twenty interminable minutes while they cooked our fish and chips. The crowd was swelling exponentially with the arrival of each ferry and the rapidly improving weather. Steam was already rising in lazy tendrils here and there from the saturated pavement and road opposite the wharf-front take-away but all we could do was sweat it out in our rainwear. It was still raining but to call it 'precipitation' was doing it an injustice. A few people still wore light nylon raincoats but none of them even bothered do anything up, much less the hoods provided.

"69!" the loudspeaker crackled.

"My favourite number," Joanne chuckled. "That's us," she said, consulting her ticket. "You go get it."

"What? Me?" I squawked.

"Yes, you." Joanne smiled sweetly, her perfect, even teeth shining very white against her brown skin. The hood of her rainwear sympathetically crinkled as the muscles in her cheeks swelled, automatically tightening the elastic, stretchy laces holding the hood taut around her face. It was the sexiest sight I've ever seen and I felt my penis stiffen with excitement. "Aren't you going to be a gentleman and carry everything for us?"

I wearily exhaled. I might've known. "Yeah Ok," I sighed.

"Good boy," Joanne happily trilled. "Remember your reward tonight."

As if I had any choice. I smiled before bussing her on the cheek. "Remember that I'm always good, huh? Ok, wait and I'll go get our order."

It was the longest walk of my life as I crossed the path between the milling crowds of people before being forced to wait for another interminable two or three minutes while they checked my order slip before fetching our food and cold Cokes from the fridge. Perhaps this was how John Merrick a.k.a. The Elephant Man must have felt in public during the less enlightened 1890's. The stares, laughter, whispers and comments couldn't have been any different. Luckily Jo had already paid for everything so I didn't have to worry about stuffing around with small change. Unsurprisingly everyone stopped work to watch me go and I could feel their stares boring into my back as I departed with our meal.

"Now I know how the Christians felt with the lions in the Coliseum," I sighed as we retreated to the dubious shelter of the park. Incredibly one of the tables was unoccupied so I gratefully took it. It was right out in the open – where everybody could see us resplendent in our shiny yellow rainwear but beggars couldn't exactly be choosers. Carefully, very carefully, I sat down on the weathered old redgum bench, adjusting my rainwear so that nobody would see what I was wearing underneath.

Doyles are nothing if not consistent – the fish and chips were excellent. Great, lightly battered, perfectly flaky white fish was set off perfectly by crispy, salty chips all wrapped in paper, washed down with icy cold Coke. The only thing that totally spoiled my enjoyment of the meal was the weather. The thick cloud cover began breaking up with a surprising rapidity like river ice during a big thaw. First the cloud thinned before widely dispersing, revealing huge swathes of brilliant blue sky – and there we were, helplessly trapped inside our shiny yellow raincoats with no way of taking anything off.

The seagulls hadn't even finished fighting over the leftovers by the time the last of the cloud was swept away. Everyone was incredulously staring as they strolled past on their way up to the Gap, unable to believe that we were still clad from head to toe in our shiny, gleaming yellow raincoats. The hot sun lit the smooth, polished vinyl, illuminating it like the lighthouse guarding South Head. Worse still, it was turning my vinyl rainwear into a giant sauna. Plastic doesn't breathe and the sun was heating the vinyl like anything. I couldn't even lower the tightly tied hood as it would've revealed the horrible soft frilly hot pink plastic babysuit with its accompanying bonnet that Joanne had secured in place earlier to deter any such action. I was boiling inside from a cocktail of almost total embarrassment, annoyance with Jo for placing me in this position and my increasing physical discomfort.

"Well, Jo, we're fucked," I mildly said.

"Yeah, I guess so," she replied in a quiet voice. A long pause followed before she said, "I never thought it would clear like this."

"Famous last words," I sighed, dismayed with the attention that we were receiving. I felt like a freak in my rainwear. It scarcely helped knowing that Joanne was similarly suffering alongside me. "We're stuck now," I moaned between wondering why my bloody dick wouldn't go away. At least someone was getting something out of this. "How are we going to get home like this?"

Joanne actually grinned. "Catch the ferry."

"Yeah. Right," I said.

"I'm horny," said Joanne.

Thanks for reminding me. Her hand rose, wiping away a bead of sweat appearing on her forehead. I looked my girlfriend again, her lovely fine, brown features circled by crinkly gleaming yellow vinyl and instantly felt my penis swelling with excitement. "Join the club." I sighed. I was doing a lot of that lately. "Well, in that case… shall we?"

"Let's go." Joanne scrambled to her feet, just as anxious to exit Dodge City as I was.

The journey home could have been transported straight out of Dante's Inferno. I won't go into detail save to say that I'd never realised the true, real definition of 'embarrassment' until embarking on the crowded ferry bound for Manly. Kitted out in our shiny yellow raincoats while everyone else scampered around the boat in shirtsleeves, shorts – or dresses for the women, was as unedifying an experience as any I've endured. It wasn't hard telling where we'd been –a sticky, sweaty trail marked our passage. We were both dripping with sweat and it all had to go somewhere… Joanne seemed to take everything in her stride, amiably chatting with several amused passengers from our usual vantage spot in the bows. Strangely enough though after the initial merriment dissipated, many people simply assumed that we must've lost a bet or something like that and it was a fiction that I was only too happy to encourage.

"Oh God, that was so much fun," Joanne giggled as she surveyed my bedraggled hair.

"You call that funny?" I asked, astonished that Joanne could behave like this. My feet were positively squelching in something and I disbelievingly shook my head after realising that my tight-fitting boots had filled up with sweat during the day. Ugh.

"Did you see the looks on their faces?" Joanne snorted with laughter before hugging me hard.

"Actually, I did," I replied. I doubted anyone would forget us soon. It would be a long time before I dared show up in that region of Sydney again. At least the hood had helped partially obscure my face but everyone would know who we were if we ventured down that way again and I inwardly sighed. I didn't want to be labelled as a freak or weirdo although it was probably too late for that. I was really in over my head now. Yet I knew that I just couldn't live without Joanne, my beautiful wonderful, darling Jo. I wanted her so much that it hurt.

Joanne, perhaps sensing my weakness, my need, promptly flung her arms around my throat and shoulders. "Eddie… oh my darling Eddie, I want you so much… Please… fuck me. Fuck my brains out. Fuck me deep, fuck me harddd…."

Before I had a chance to react, she pulled her pink plastic baby rompers downward and swinging herself up onto my shoulders. She pushed the hem of my raincoat sside before impaling herself on my huge, swollen rod and I screamed as she heaved herself upward, using my shoulders and the couch behind as support. Joanne wrapped her legs around mine octopus fashion before rhythmically rocking upwards and downwards, desperately trying to fill all of herself with my hardness. The delicious, hot, wet tightness was almost more than I could bear and I exploded with the force of Krakatoa seconds before a sharp, high scream told me that she'd too had come.

I was exhausted by the time Jo finished with me. She was a raving nymphomaniac in plastic. I could only lie on my back and wonder what direction my life would take from here.