Poison Ivy and Latex Part 3

continued for part two

Part Three

It was by now dark and the air smelled of rain. Kate was unfamiliar with where the cans were or how to work the locks atop them.  When Kate came back from the backyard she saw Paul draping two large rubber garments over the kitchen chairs and a duffle bag at his feet.

“So, nice and full?  How about a walk to work it off?”  He held up the one garment and Kate could see that it was something like a rubber poncho. 

“In rubber?”

“But of course.”

After all she’d been through the idea of parading around the neighborhood in her latex covered body held far less abject fear than she’d experienced just hours before.  “Alright, so long as my face is covered.”

Paul smiled, “Of course.”  He took her S10 mask from where she’d left it and held it up, then he lifted the duffle bag onto the table.  “This should do nicely.” 

He produced a pair of complicated gadgets.  Kate just stammered, “What are those?”

“A tactical kit for special forces, or supposedly, chances are they wouldn’t touch this stuff these days.  But this,” he held up the tube thing, “is a NVS-7 night vision goggles.  They make it a lot easier to avoid people on one of my walks.  Thankfully I got a second one a month or so back.”  He then held up the other, smaller object, “This is a laryngophone and earphone set.  The laryngophone will act like a microphone.  It’ll fit around your neck so we can talk without trying to yell through the gasmasks.”  He motioned for her come closer and began deflating Kate’s tits.  “First, we just have to get you out of this inflatable suit first.”  The tits again hung limp, and with three clicks the corset was again slipped over her head.  Kate breathed deeply, happy to be unencumbered again.  Then he slid the zipper down and she peeled the inflatable tit suit off her upper body, revealing her still somewhat shiny suit below it.

“So you want to get all dressed up and go for a walk?”

“Yep, there’s some rain moving in, and rubber like this makes an ideal raincoat.”

He had her pull the top zip down on her hood, again exposing her matted hair and the sweaty skin at the base of her neck.  The laryngophone clipped around her neck and he tightened its belt slightly until she could just feel the two probes on the front of her throat.  The earphones slipped in, and then he pulled the hood up, again covering her head so just the oval of her face peered out from her otherwise glossy black body.  She was surprised he rearranged the zippers, but then noticed he’d run a wire out from the back of  the laryngophone’s which hung limply at the small of her back.

Next he grabbed a simple belt off the table, clipped a plastic box onto it, and held it up for her to see.  “Alright Kate, we’ve got the laryngophone and earphone in.  You have the wire from them at your back.  Now this box is the transceiver and also includes a small speaker.  We’re likely going to leave the speaker off.”  He brought the belt to her waist and buckled it, resting the small box at her right side.  Then he plugged the wire in.  “Okay, now you hook me up.”

He pulled his suit’s hood down and Kate merely mimicked his procedure.  The laryngophone slipped around his neck, and the earphone slipped easily into his ear.  With the cable carefully kept outside his second skin at his nape she zipped his hood back up, and he placed the belt around his waist.  He plugged himself in, flipped his system on, and produced a third wire from the bag.  This one coiled and consisting of two three foot long pairs.  It was plugged into both their boxes output jacks.  She could see him whispering, but the soft voice came directly into her ear, “Testing, Testing. 1 2 3.”

Kate giggled, “Oh wow, that’s amazingly clear.”

“I’ll take it that’s a ‘loud and clear’.”

“Oh definitely.”

“Good, this cable keeps our conversation wired between the two of us.”  He pulled the cable out, and she could see he was whispering, but Kate heard nothing.

“Okay, I lost you.”  She said aloud.

“Alright, good to know, let me try something.”  He looked down at his device and changed the dial, then the whisper came back through her earphone.  “Is it working now?”

“Loud and clear.”

“Okay good.  As you can see there’s a radio backup to the cable if the cable is pulled out.”  He grabbed the two cylinders.  “On to the goggles.”

Paul pulled his gasmask on and motioned for Kate to do the same.  Once again there was the now familiar deep scent of rubber and the rhythmic clicking of the diaphragms with her breathing.  She noticed Paul had removed the dark lenses from her mask, and they now sat on the kitchen table next to the duffle bag. 

The NVG harness simply slipped around her hood as a they would any other head.  A small spacer pushed them far enough from the gasmask windows so she could see.  Unfortunately she had no idea how to actually work the goggles.  They sat vertically above her face while Paul pressed a button on his, nodded, and moved toward her.  She felt for the switch, but couldn’t feel anything that felt like it might work.  Paul chuckled, and she felt the harness for the night vision goggles being tightened to her head.  The goggles came down in front of her eyes, but displayed nothing but a nearly uniform blank green blur.

“Umm, Paul?  I don’t see anything.”

“Yep, not a problem, one second.”  He left her goggles down, but she could nearly the barest outline of his back walk away.  Then she heard the click of the light switches, and as the room darkened the green blur faded and the kitchen reappeared.

“Oh wow this is amazing.”  In the totally dark room she could see every detail.  The lights of a neighbor’s house nearly a mile behind their houses, virtually invisible to her naked eyes, now blazed as brilliant green dots.  She could see the reflection of the lights on the rain now beginning to fall.  Suddenly she was impatient to try everything else out.  “Alright what else?”

“Just the Macintosh and your hat.”  Paul wrapped the one rubber poncho around her, and she noticed that it really was a full rubber coat, stretching from mid calf up to a tall collar.  He threaded her half of the communications cable through the front of her coat as he buttoned it up, and tightened the belt around her waist.  Next he set a rubber hat over her goggle’s harness.  She then watched in the dim, amplified light as he did the same to himself, then adjusted his hat so the wide brim came down to just above his night vision goggles.

 Kate aped his adjustment, then stood up and looked down at her coat shimmering in the faint grey-green reflected light.  She could see him looking at her in the light. “Like what you see?”

“Oh very much so.  One more thing to do.”  With her trailing on the end of their communication cable he walked to the front of the house.  She immediately noticed the much brighter glare of the streetlights inside floor and was terrified at the prospect of being illuminated under them.  They were standing in the foyer, Paul opening the doors to the coat closet just inside the door, and Kate was once again terrified by the prospect of stepping out the door and having her newfound kinkiness highlighted for all her neighbors by some streetlamp.  She was about to mention this to Paul when he reached into the closet, manipulated something, and the lights outside abruptly cut out. 

In the sudden, but not blinding, darkness she could still see a few lights in and on homes blazing as grey green specks, but the streetlights were definitely gone.  “Uhh Paul, what just happened?”

“Oh, something a friend hooked up.  Pressing this switch will turn on a device in that light pole over there which simulates a short circuit.  That triggers a circuit breaker two blocks over which cuts the lights until it resets after about 30 minutes.  And that makes it nice and dark so we can get out of the house unseen.”  He looked at her, a profoundly bizarre experience given the goggles that now dominated his face. “Plus since I got my house semi-automated I hooked that into the lighting system.  When we come back I just have to dial up the house to shut the lights out again.”

Kate would have given a low whistle at this foresight, but her lips hit the inner liner of her gasmask.  It certainly explained the fluky behavior of the street lamps around here.  Suddenly amused she softly punched him in the shoulder, her rubber coated glove rebounding off his shiny Macintosh with a light squeak.  “You’re behind that?  I was ready to call the city last winter because so many times when I came home the streetlights were out.”

He chuckled, “Yeah, sorry about that,” then he motioned to the door, “well, shall we?”

“No time like the present.”

“Okay, here we go.”  He opened the door and motioned for her to step out onto his porch.  While he tended to the door, Kate kept moving and the cable connecting them disconnected.  She could feel the cooler air on her latex skin under the mac, but it definitely was not cold.  As she stepped out from under the awning she could hear the steady rain beat uselessly on her rubber coat.  Even without a filter in place her gas mask’s diaphragms clicked quietly with every breath, accenting the raindrops’ rhythm.  The feeling of invulnerability against the elements was intoxicating.  In a fit of exuberance she jumped in a puddle on the sidewalk, savored the desiccated cold sensation of the splash on her rubber coated calves and the way the rubber Macintosh shed water.

Then she felt a hand grasp her waist, pull at something on her stomach, and a voice echoed softly in her ears. “Enjoying yourself?”

Kate glanced down and saw that Paul had plugged the microphone back in, and they were now joined in a private intercom system.  “This is amazing, I’ve never had rain wear that was this weatherproof”

“You should try snow with three layers of rubber and a thinsulate suit.  The big danger is overheating.  But come on, we should get away from the house.”

Kate wrapped her arm around his back, and he reciprocated as they headed down the block.  It took Kate a moment to understand the utter anonymity with which she now moved.  Now away from their houses there was no way they could be identified as anything other than two freaks unless someone demanded she remove both the night vision goggles and her gasmask hood under it.  She knew she had absolutely no form of ID on her, and wondered what else Paul might have grabbed on his way out the door.

It was still relatively early in the evening, and in a few houses she could see TV sets glowing pale green in the front rooms, illuminating the faces of the families gathered around them.  There was an almost god-like feeling of omniscience that came from knowing she could see them, but by virtue of their ignorance she and Paul were virtually invisible. 

She tried to express these feelings to Paul, but singularly failed to convey the magnitude of how much she was enjoying this walk.  Still she knew Paul must have felt something like this, and so was content not to try to vocalize every one of the flood of emotions and feelings that were rushing through her now.

Instead Paul regaled her with his various rubber exploits.  She found out that he’d realized early his attraction to women in garb such as hers and his desire to be similarly clothed.  Kate recognized some similarity to her own desires, although she’d never made the connection between how much she enjoyed her wetsuit and the idea of wearing something similar to it for pleasure until now.  He talked about attempting to enjoy his fetish hidden from roommates, parents and others and Kate was glad she hadn’t realized her fetish any sooner.  She made sympathetic noises as he discussed the number of relationships he’d destroyed by introducing his love of latex in an incorrect manner. 

“Incidentally, the way you were introduced to latex sex is about the worst way I could think of.” 

“How so?  After all, I’ve enjoyed it so far.”

“At any other time I’d start small, not with total enclosure from the beginning.”

“Well, I’ll take that on advisement,” she replied lightly as she squeezed his side opposite her.

Finally she laughed as he talked about his occasional trips out in latex wear, including a few visits to grocery stores and other public places, sometimes with a similarly attired partner.  “I just make sure I’m paying cash.  A friend told me she made the mistake of paying with her credit card while in a full latex suit and the cashier recognized her name.  She was a teacher at the high school in Granby, Colorado, but not anymore.  She didn’t even do anything inappropriate; just wear a catsuit, ballet boots, corset and a full face mask into the store.  The kid snapped a cell phone photo with his camera and that was the end of her teaching career at that school.”

As they drifted down the block, the rain picked up, and presently they left the area controlled by the circuit breaker.  Kate stared bleakly at the cones of light cast by the falling rain under each of the streetlights.  But Paul pressed on, moving from one inky pool of darkness between the lights to another, avoiding any time highlighted under the streetlights. 

They continued in this manner until they reached their destination.  Kate knew it well, at least by daylight, as she frequently jogged here.  It was a small park on the edge of a moderate sized lake their old subdivision lay next to.  There was just a single light next to the parking lot, and that was easily avoided.  They walked down to the small beach which divided the grass from the water.  Paul began disrobing, pulling the belt off his mac and working the buttons off.  Kate followed suit, even though she was baffled by abandoning that protective clothing.  She shrugged to herself and realized their walk had warmed her up.  As the coat fell away onto the coarse sand the rain pouring directly on her rubber clad body felt amazingly refreshing. 

Paul’s voice echoed one last time in her ears, “Come on, let’s take a dip,” and he stepped into the water, pulling their cords apart and wading up to his waist.  Kate followed, completely relaxed as the latex allowed what heat she’d built up to ebb away into the water.  She pushed her way out to Paul and embraced him.  They waded around in the water in comparative silence.  Kate enjoyed the novelty of being completely dry in the water, but neither could swim properly with the gasmask and goggles on, so they headed back to the beach and laid on their rubber Macintoshes, the intercom reconnected and their conversation resumed while the rain continuing to pelt them.

Paul cleared his throat.  “I should mention I was preparing for a latex clad trip to the store when I saw you in the back yard.  Usually around 7 to 8 the store is particularly busy and I guess I’m a bit of an exhibitionist.  I’d just gotten my suit on and was headed for the car in the garage when I saw you strolling around.”

“And the lube?”

“Well, putting no lube on could result in chafing either between me and the suit or the suit and the sheath.”  He coughed lightly, “And yeah, more than a few times when I’ve gotten back to the car I’ve serviced myself. But never in the store.”

“Well, you’re making me feel less of a pervert.”

“I try.”

“Mmm, well, how about I try a bit harder?”  Slyly Kate’s hand slowly worked her crotch zipper down.  Once that was accomplished she rolled over onto him and began thrusting her pelvis along his.  As far as foreplay went she knew this wasn’t exactly perfect, but it had the desired effect.  His hands went to her wet slippery rubber covered breasts and began to knead the nipples through the suit.  Between hip thrusts along him she lowered his zipper and freed his rapidly hardening manhood, which now stood proud.

Very carefully she lowered herself onto it.  Slowly she allowed it to fill her up, dividing the latex lining her cunt and enjoying every moment of it.  For a moment she stopped and allowed herself to savor the sensation, but then her duty to Paul was remembered and she began slowly rocking, dropping her torso down to touch his before rising up, pressing with her knees and nearly removing the sheathed manhood from her own sheathed hole before dropping herself back onto him, again savoring the tiny orgasm the mere filling of her hole provided.  Paul was either nearly spent or extremely skilled at holding off his orgasm, for she filled the orgasm with nonsensical commands of “faster” “harder” and assorted orgasmic noises before she heard him grunt and again felt the sheath fill with his warm semen. 

She slid off him back onto her Macintosh, and in her sudden silence she could hear her deep breath forcefully clicking the diaphragms on her mask.  She slid her finger up her still slick cunt, but in her post coital bliss her will just wasn’t into getting herself off.  She doubted she could do as good a job masturbating as Paul had just done to her.

Thunder rumbled in the distance and Paul sat up, tucking his now flaccid manhood back into his suit and drawing the zipper.  “I think that’s our cue.”

“The thunder?”

“Yeah, we’d better get going.  Our outfits may be mostly rubber but we still have enough metal on us to attract lightning.  Besides, in heavy rain these goggles are actually less help than the naked eye.”

“Alright, lead on.”  They stood and went through the rotation of again threading the intercom cable between their coats’ buttons, then attaching the belt at the front.  This time as they walked back Kate did most of the talking, attempting to put into words the rush of emotions she felt.  She knew she was still failing to adequately describe everything, but since her audience was an experienced fetishist she was sure he was familiar with the sentiment. 

As they neared their block the skies finally opened up and visibility dropped to a few hundred yards.  Paul cleared his throat, “Okay, we’re going to leave the lights on and hope nobody takes a second look at us.”  They nearly dashed down the block, much as one might expect someone caught unexpectedly in the downpour to do, except this was far more intentional than any of their neighbors may have guessed.  Upon reaching their driveway Paul steered them down to his backyard and up under the awning over his deck.  There Kate decided she had to be responsible for tomorrow.

“Sorry Paul, you’ve shown me an amazing world tonight, but I have to go to work tomorrow.  I’ll see you tomorrow and this weekend, right?”

Paul’s goggles came up and she saw his eyes through the windows in the mask, “Of course, I wouldn’t consider it any other way.”

Kate pulled the hat, her goggles, and her gasmask hood off in nearly one smooth motion, embraced him, and kissed the cheek of his mask.  This led him to fumble with the mask to reciprocate.  When his head popped free of the hood she thrust her lips to his and their tongues wrapped around each other.  “Wait, your equipment, your coat?  Don’t you need it?”

“You just said you won’t be a stranger, right?”

“Of course not.”

“Then keep it for now, I’ll get it back tomorrow or Saturday.”

As they disengaged she nearly shouted “I love you.”  Then Kate ran laughing with joy from the deck, the rain now pouring down on her bare face, her masks, hoods and so on hanging from her hand, wildly oscillating as she danced in the rain to the gate.  At the gate she waved at Paul, who returned it before turning into his house, and made her exit to the driveway and the gate to her yard beyond that.

But the open gate to her yard caught her short.  She’d left the gate to her yard wide open.  Worse, she’d left the back door unlocked all this time.  The prospect of what may be lurking for her in her house terrified her.  She considered turning and asking Paul for help, but he’d already turned in to his house.

But then an idea crept into her head.  More calmly than she felt she pulled the gas mask hood back onto her now wet, but still latex encased head, and lowered the goggles back over it.  Again her world was flooded in shades of black, grey, and green. 

She crept up to the back door and opened it.  The house was completely dark, and so she removed the rubber raincoat as quietly as she could.  Next the boots came off, and she crept into the kitchen to grab a dish cloth to dry off the rest of her body.  Then she began slowly walking through the house, inspecting it room by room for any sign of an intruder that had taken advantage of her carelessness.  The only room with some illumination was her family room with the TV still on the menu for the DVD that had come with her suit.  The pornographic images that flashed on the screen certainly would have turned her off mere hours ago, but now they were just another turn on for a committed pervert.

Only when she’d inspected each room twice, checked every closet, and looked in the basement with the night vision goggles did she allow herself to relax.  It was almost 10pm, time to get undressed and go to bed.  She walked upstairs, savoring her last moves of the day in the suit, and headed for the bathroom.  The amount of bodily fluid under the suit was considerable, and she knew she’d need a shower, so it seemed natural enough to remove the suit while taking a shower.  The gasmask and goggles were removed before she started the shower, but she began peeling the rest off as the shower removed the sweat, cum, and everything else that had escaped her body in the past six hours.  Slowly she worked the suit off, slowly revealing her ivory skin under its ebony covering.  Then finally her feet came free after some work and she stood in just the latex sheath panties.  Her hand played over her sealed opening, but they too slid down and she was naked.  Her hair was a disaster, but she’d deal with that tomorrow.  For now she was relatively clean, and so she stepped out of the shower and dressed in the pajama’s she’d left in the bathroom the morning before.

The rubber suit laid in the bottom of her bathtub, a sodden mass of rubber which gave no hint of the pleasure it’d given her.  Now dressed far more conventionally in a large T-shirt, sweatpants, and her satin panties (which suddenly seemed coarse), she dried it out to the greatest extent possible, then carried it and its accessories back downstairs for a quick lesson in caring for her catsuit from the DVD.  The enigmatic host, this time dressed in another latex outfit, guided her through the process of properly washing, drying, and applying talcum powder to the suit.  When this was done and the suit hung in her closet between her new and old wetsuits, she checked that the doors were locked, turned off the TV and headed for bed.

Her last thought as she headed for sleep was her hope that the rain continue so she might have an excuse to use the exquisite rubber rain coat to get to work tomorrow.  She’d already determined those panties would be part of her outfit no matter the weather.

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