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Clothes Encounters
Part II
September 5th
After Hemlie entered my apartment she removed her coat to reveal
a neon green long sleeve crop top that gave put her tits on center
stage, and a matching short neon green mini skirt. With the transparent
side panels you could see those white ruffled bloomers underneath.
I don't know what was hotter her sweating, the latex she was wearing
or my blood. Here standing in front of me was the BITCH who stole
my boss. Two days ago I wanted to use my long red nails to claw
her eyes out and now I just want to tear her latex clothes off.
It must be the wine. Just then Kevin comes out of the bedroom wearing
a pearl blue high neck top under a white shortall with red latex
tights that I had bought yesterday for myself and DAMN if he didn't
look hot herself. Why does this always happen to me ? I just wanted
to get laid and now look at it. I have a girl who is a guy really
show up and seeing his/her boyfriend come out of my bedroom dress
in my latex. Why me ? Two guys dressed in latex, hung like Trojan
solders that want to be girls, Why me God, why me? I tried to explain
to Hemlie that that was the only latex I had and she/he slowly accepted
it as just what it was. They both came over and sat on the couch
clearly rubbing each others rubber encased thighs. I told them they
can and will have their time together but first I wanted some answers,
make that a lot of answers. First off what is it about latex, they
both giggled like a pair of young girls, little did I know what
was in their minds. They said almost in unison we are going to show
you. HUH.
Back to the bedroom we go and there on my bed was what looked
to be a painters drop cloth only plastic. Hemlie told me to take
off my housecoat and lay down on my bed on my back. It felt so strange
here I was disrobing in my bedroom in my apartment for two women
I mean men. I got to lay off the wine this is getting weird. As
I lay on my bed Kevin and Hemlie open up her backpack and bring
out several jars and more then a couple of paint brushes.. This
plastic is cold and I am only getting hotter. Kevin starts out explaining
that both he an Hemlie had always wanted to try liquid latex on
each other but every time they did neither could lie still long
enough to do it right. This was a god send as far as they were concerned.
They would explain Latex to me, have a chance to use liquid latex
right and on top of that be close enough to each other so as to
enjoy LATEX LOVE. I became their canvas and those brushes were cold
against my hot skin. With each stroke of their brushes against my
skin sending shivers up and down my torso, their soft voices dancing
in latex filled air gave me so many orgasms that I lost touch with
what they were saying. As they touch my hot spots with the brushes
fill latex it sent me over the edge into a state of being that I
had not been in in such a long time. My mind had dissolved into
a sensual wave of pleasure that can only be witnessed and not described.
As I awoke and felt the need to pee getting up was difficult
with two other bodies next to me. Were did those shoes I was wearing
come from, what are those shoes ? As I got to the bathroom slowly
I ventured a look in the full length mirror and WOW was all I could
think, but first I have to pee. As I was draining my bladder I was
able to get a look of myself. I was one psychedelic latex painted
lady. How did they do this. My tits weren't sagging and my nipples
were fully erect, but I wasn't wearing a bra. How did they do this.
I was getting hot all over again. OK guys, or whatever you are,
wake up now you convinced me. Hemlie was the first to be coherent
only to look at the clock and cry out SHIT. She was to meet Mr.
Janes at the Box in fifteen minutes. I would have to drive them.
She would explain on the way.
The Box was a roving party club that was open to only those
on the A List. It moved every month so as to keep the people on
the A List happy. These were the very rich Men who were kinky. To
be admitted to the A list you had to first be on the B List as a
known Associate. Then get a sponsor from the A list to sponsor you.
Next get an endorsement from another member of the A List. After
it is said and done bring out the checkbook, but don't discuss the
price. The B list were for associates of the A list but who could
not afford the steep annual fee for admission to the A List. The
B List was generally referred to the toy chest. These were want
a be's who were always available to play with or simply abuse for
your own private enjoyment and it didn't have to take place at a
BOX function either.
As she and Kevin explained it to me, I was not into being a
part of some stuffy sugar daddy club. On top of that I didn't need
to be some jerk's spittoon either. Listen Hemlie said " What
was your first reaction when you looked in the mirror and saw that
painted Latex lady? Didn't you start to get hot and moist? "
Yes, I was getting moist but only because I had a full bladder.
Well after a brief giggle she said with that psychedelic Liquid
Latex you will be the talk of the show. On top of it your wearing
a Strap-on dildo. No one has to know that your only wearing it to
cover your private parts. Yes but it is damn uncomfortable especially
when I attempt to cross my legs. Well guess what that is one of
the reasons that I want mine cut off. They both guaranteed me that
I would be on the A List by the end of the night. These sugar daddy's
are always looking for real live born BITCH, not one manufactured
like Hemlie was and Kevin wanted to be. And if push were to come
to shove they could always put me on the corporate account. After
all I did work for owner just in another company.
I always did like going to Masquerade parties and this was,
by the way it sound going to be one HELL of a party. What the hell
it sure would beat staying home and watching the evening news. OK
I'm in for tonight anyway. Both Hemlie and Kevin sighed with relief.
What they forgot to tell me was that they might need a ride home
afterwards because A List members didn't call Cabs and even if they
did most Cabbies always wanted something on side from those people
wearing latex.
Story Submitted By Clear Intentions
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