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Raincoats

I’ve had a lifelong interest with vinyl and plastic. One of those things turned out to be raincoats. In second grade there was a girl named Michele who would sometimes wear a shiny red short jacket. I’d get these weird feelings followed by what the older kids called a “*****”.

By the time I was in my early teens I noticed many of the girls were wearing vinyl jackets and raincoats at school. I can remember going in the store with my mother and sister to pick out clothes for the school year. I’d see them on display in various colors and prints. They looked so pretty. I remember passing through an aisle with a bunch of them of them and feeling the sleeves of a white and blue striped jacket as I walked by. Oh, how I wanted to wear them.

One day I went to get something out the hall coat closet and there was a new jacket I hadn’t seen before. Apparently mom got one of those (popular in the ‘80s) reversible hooded vinyl raincoats with the contrasting stitching and the snap closure. The outside was a light blue with a texture while the inside was a shiny dark blue.

The next time my parents went out for dinner I had a closer look. I took off my clothes and put on a pair of mom’s panties and tried it on. The vinyl was cold on my skin but it felt nice. I reversed it so the shiny side was out. I fastened the snaps up and walked around a little. It made gentle crinkling noises as I moved. I went to the mirror and teased myself, pretending to be one of the girls I’d seen wearing these at school. I got so worked up I that I had to lay down on the floor in the living room and jack off.

After I shot my load I lay there in the afterglow enjoying the moment. About then I heard my parent’s car pull in the driveway. I got up and put mom’s panties back, got dressed but didn’t have enough time to put the raincoat back. I hid it in my room behind the bed. My parents came in and as they put their coats away in the closet I heard my dad ask my mother “Where’s the blue one?” Mom answered “I don’t know”.

 I thought they were going to ask me but they didn’t. Later, after Dad had gone to bed mom was alone in the living room reading. I came out and brought her raincoat with me. I told her I used it to scare a cat out of the yard. She seemed to buy it and it was never discussed again. And that would not be the last time I wore it. 

C.

cracklewalk cracklewalk 46-50, M 3 Responses Feb 19, 2010

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When I was in the fifth through the eighth grades, especially during the first two of those school years, a lot of kids wore leather-look vinyl coats that had snaps. I loved them and, eventually, owned a couple of them. They were brown. As an adult, I have owned several. I always have loved them They look even better when they are covered with water and soap!

I remember those. I had a friend who owned a brown one.

C.

I was staying with my aunt when I discovered long plastic macs, I have always had to wear plastic pants and pads since I was born, si everybody in the family knew, but I found my aunts long white plastic mac, hanging up down stairs one morning, she had gone out I took it down and for some reason tried it on, I put the hood up the feeling was great, I was still wearing my plastic pants and pad, I didnt hear my aunt come in, she went mad took the mac off me, and marched me upstairs, she changed me, I went to put on my ordinary pants when she said no, your to be punished so I put on a fresh pair of pants and a Cloth nappy my aunt had bought me, later that day she came into my room, and told me to get up and get dressed, but to keep my nappy on and pants, I got dressed she then took me down stairs, and she gave me a pink plastic mac to wear, I put it on it smelt great, she put the hood up, and took me out shopping, when we got back she said, I was to wear the mac every time I went out, later that night I got out of bed, took my nappy and pants off and put on the long pink plastic mac I lay on the bed and put the hood up, the plastic settled onto my skin it felt like silk, and the smell of fresh plastic was till there, I dont remember getting a hard on, but I can still remember, coming all over the mac, I just laid there with this mac on my skin, I cleaned it up and put it on the door, and waited until the morning and wearing the mac again, I now wear a blue see through PVC pyjamas and I get the same feeling as I did when I was jounger.

Nice story - I have ha dthe same feelings a long while since wearing a pvc mac of my mothers

It wasnt a story as such?, my aunt went on to be charged with assault on a minor, whilst I was with my aunt, she came home drunk, and started to hit me with a clothes brush, I hit her hard on the nose and ran to the next house along the road, they called the police, who arrested her, I was put into child care who inquired about my nappy and plastic pants at night time, when they checked with our clinic in London, I was put into a large nappy pad and plastic pants, and they put a large blue rubber sheet on the bed, they took the pad and pants off during the day, but it did start a life time of PVC love, I am now having to wear pads and pants 24/7 it happens when you get old.