RubberKatey

continues from part one Chapter 2 – Exploration I awoke in darkness. Aroused, sticky-mouthed, hot and momentarily disorientated. I was still in the rubber suit and the dildo was still inside my pussy. It was moving! It jogged again and for a moment I thought I was dreaming but then it twisted in me and I came fully awake. “Hello Katie,” said Jenny’s voice out of the darkness, “I see you’ve discovered my little secret!” Inside the rubber hood, I choked from the sudden realisation that I had been discovered. Caught in the act - dressed in her rubber catsuit, with her massive dildo still buried deep inside me. Before I could answer, Jenny flicked on the light on the cabinet beside the bed. I choked a second time. Like me, Jenny was dressed completely in rubber. “May I join you?” she cooed in a syrupy, seductive tone. Her arms were sheathed in long black gloves and black stockings covered her legs. Over this she had put on the short black dress with the high neck. The dress covered the gloves high up on her arms and stopped high across the tops of her thighs, forming an uninterrupted expanse of black rubber from neck to toe. Jenny’s breasts stretched the latex taught across her chest and even through the thick material I could see her nipples were tight erect bumps just as, I quickly realised, mine were. Jenny was kneeling on the bed, straddling me, one knee either side of my hips. With one hand, she lifted the edge of the dress and presented me with a view that I had never before that evening expected to see. Between her legs she was shaved completely bare. The other hand was holding the tip of the free end of the dildo against the opening of her vagina. I watched, transfixed, as she began to rock gently backwards and forwards and ease the dildo into herself. Slowly her labia parted and spread to swallow the head of the dildo as she lowered herself gradually down its length towards me. The dildo was moving inside me in response to Jenny’s movements and in that moment of shock, I orgasmed; my muscles jerking the end of the tool and pushing it further up into Jenny. “Ohh, very good,” Jenny sighed. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’d done this before!” “I, eh… I…” I stammered, unable to take in what was happening and still half believing that it was a dream. “What’s the matter Katie? Cat got your tongue?” Jenny laughed as the dildo slipped further up inside her. My first reaction was to push her off and flee - a mixture of fear and embarrassment gripped my guts. This lasted only a few moments and was quickly submerged beneath the waves of arousal pulsing through me as the sight of Jenny in the latex dress and stockings and her gentle rocking movements brought me back close to orgasm once again. I lay on the bed stunned; fascinated by the view of the dildo disappearing deeper between Jenny’s shiny wet pussy lips. “I had a little hunch that you’d be into this.” Jenny explained, “After all the compliments you gave your sister when she wore that rubber dress at Todd’s party, I guessed that you liked the idea of rubber clothing. And I noticed how fidgety you got whenever there was a girl-on-girl scene on the TV.” With a little yelp, she made a final push against the rod and settled herself across my hips. The contact of her body, warm through the rubber skin, brought me to the brink of orgasm yet again. “I was surprised though that you went the whole way with the rubber on your first try!” She stroked my cheek gently. “It usually takes a few sessions before I can persuade someone to try on the hood.” She smoothed out the dress around herself then stretched her arms behind her. Like me, her feet were clad in high-heeled patent leather shoes and she now leaned backwards grasping a heel in each hand, thrusting her breasts forward and up and starting a gentle rocking movement back against my hips. Jenny was beautiful. I had seen her a few times around the flat in her underwear and, once, when we had sunbathed on the terrace, in a bikini, so I had known that she had a good figure. But now, in the half darkness, encased in rubber and with breaking beads of perspiration forming across her forehead, she was magnificent. Emboldened by my newly discovered kinkiness, I acknowledged my desire and tentatively reached out my rubber-clad hands to her. I placed them around her waist. It felt strange to be holding another woman in this intimate way. I ran one hand up over her stomach feeling the muscles working against the rubber covering and the other I slid nervously under the hem of the dress finding the bare top of her thigh above the rubber stocking. I ran a finger under the curling latex edge. Jenny shuddered slightly at my touch and moaned encouragement as I began to run my fingers across her hip and down over her thigh. She hooked her ankles against my knees and, still leaning back, gripped my shins to balance herself. The two layers of latex covering our legs squeaked as they rubbed together. Gripping the sides of my thighs with her own, she pushed her groin hard against mine so that the dildo shook within us both. Becoming more confident, I ran my now adventurous fingers along the taught tendons straining between her legs and then over the bare, hairless opening of her vagina. I slipped a finger into the opening next to the purple rod. It was slick with the combined products of our arousal. “I like to keep myself bare down there; and everywhere else for that matter.” Jenny explained, spotting my interest in her hairless state, “It has some useful benefits if you’re a rubber fetishist like me. Sometime I’ll show you what I mean - if you’re interested that is.” “Very interested.” I replied, liking the sound of those words, ‘rubber fetishist’. I took hold of her waist again and lifted my bottom off of the bed. We both groaned in pleasure as the wide, fake phallus moved within us. She took my hands in hers, our black rubbery fingers lacing together, and bracing her knees against the bed, began to lift away from me. Her swollen pussy-lips slid up the shaft of the great dildo as it pulled out of her, wet with her vaginal juices. She plunged back down, her groan answered by one of my own. I was being fucked by a woman! I was fucking a woman! We were dressed in rubber! My god - what a night! Jenny continued her rise and fall against the dildo, each cycle generating moans from us and squeaks from the rubber. She leant forward and I gripped her breasts, firm and heavy. It felt good to hold them, to feel their weight and the shock waves of her movements trembling through them. We were both close to orgasm when Jenny unhooked her ankles from my knee pits. She lifted and then straightened first one leg and then the other. Jenny was now sitting between my thighs, our legs each spread wide apart, mine underneath and hers above. She wriggled and pulled closer to me so that the last inch of dildo disappeared somewhere within us and our pussy-lips were actually in contact through the rubber opening in my catsuit. Taking my hands in hers, she gradually hoisted me up into a sitting position and pulled me close to her wrapping me in a tight embrace. The sensation of her breasts squashing against mine was unique and new. I placed my arms around her waist and pulled her to me as well. Her face came closer and closer, shrouded by her damp hair, until her eyes were right in front of my own. Her face closed further and she licked my rubber covered chin, then my nose and check. Finally, her tongue, found the mouth opening in the hood and brushed my lips. I came again and she followed me in a delicious collision of joint passion. As the bursts of our orgasms subsided, I opened my mouth to receive her tongue. The tip pushed between my teeth and found my own tongue waiting. Jenny brought her lips to mine and, through the small opening in the rubber we kissed. After a kiss that seemed to last for an age, Jenny gently unclipped the studs around my throat and neck and removed the rubber hood. She kissed me again. My hair was wet and the skin of my cheeks and forehead felt chilled by the evaporating perspiration formed under the rubber. She sucked on my tongue. For a long time we remained seated, still, holding each other tightly whilst we explored each other’s mouths and faces with tongues, lips and teeth. I tasted her sweat and tasted my own - latex-flavoured - from her tongue. We kept up a continuous motion of our hips keeping the dildo busy inside us and holding us on the edge of climax. We each came again a couple more times. By now this was a record for me. No man had ever made me climax more than twice - even Tom who had been the most vigorous and skilful of my former lovers. But now, with Jenny, there seemed to be no end to them. Finally we pulled apart and laid side-by-side on the trashed bed, holding rubber hands in a silence broken only by the heavy breathing of two exhausted females. After a while Jenny sat up. She rolled around and went to the dildo which was still inside me pointing like a glistening mutant digit at the ceiling. She began to slowly withdraw it from me. “What are you doing?” I asked. “You don’t think we’re finished yet do you?” Gently she withdrew the dildo from my vagina. It felt like a blessed release to have the huge thing removed, I was convinced that it had stretched me beyond a point of no return. She licked the end that had been inside me then opened her mouth and, forming a circle with her lips sucked it in. “Mmmh, you taste good.” She said with her mouth full. She stretched to place the purple invader on the bedside table. Next she pushed my knees apart. “If you’re comfortably, I’ll begin.” Rubber squeaked against rubber as she crawled over my left leg and stretched out between my knees with her head resting on my left thigh. A hollow and breathless “Yes.” was all that I could manage to say in anticipation of what I guessed was coming next. Jenny’s tongue licked its way across my rubber covered inner thigh and circled around my mound. I was momentarily disappointed when she seemed to be heading upwards again, but this was a tease and she quickly lowered her mouth to the expected target. Resting her chin between my thighs, she breathed hotly against my opening before bringing her mouth in contact with my pussy-lips. She gently blew air against my clitoris. I was getting impatient and jiggled my bottom up towards her face. “Patience, my dear Katie, good things come to those who wait.” Jenny mumbled from between my legs. She brought her hands up. With her right she cupped the left cheek of my bottom, squeezing it through the latex. Her left hand slid under my thigh and sneaked into position against my vagina. A latex sheathed finger crept into the opening and wriggled its way downwards tickling the walls of my pussy as it went. A second finger followed. She spread them apart and I felt the familiar stirrings of arousal begin once again. Next she placed her rubber-wrapped thumb on my clitoris and began to press and stroke the button, rotating the thumb-tip in a circular motion. I was by now moaning loudly. I brought my legs up across Jenny’s back, holding her in place and, conveniently, opening the gap between my legs so that Jenny’s face nudged right up against my labia. She took the hint, and withdrew her fingers before she pushed her tongue into the waiting, aching hole. She thrust it deep into me and I brought my thighs tight to the side of her head, feeling the warmth of her face through the latex. I placed my hands on her shoulders and for several minutes we remained like that, Jenny working her tongue in and around my vagina and me groaning in ecstasy, surely loud enough to disturb the neighbours. Eventually, my orgasm came and the muscles of my vagina squeezed tight against Jenny’s tongue as energy smashed through me. When the contractions had abated, I let her free and she crawled back up my chest to kiss me again. She was lighter than I had expected, lighter than a man would have been and the two prominent mounds of her chest pressing down on my own was another difference. This time, her tongue and face tasted of my juices and I eagerly licked her face over. She hugged me tightly. “I’ve wanted you for so long.” She said with her face just an inch from my own. “I tried to engineer situations when something might occur so many times without success that I thought this was never going to happen.” “What d’you mean ’tried to engineer situations’?” I asked in surprise. “Well y’know.” she said, suddenly shy, “haven’t you noticed that almost every time I’ve suggested we rent a video it has a lesbian love scene in it? And most of the books in my room have got an erotic encounter between two women.” “Eh, I had noticed one or two, but these days so many things seem to be trading on lesbian chic that it hadn’t occurred to me it was deliberate. Your little plan didn’t click.” I laughed. “I thought as much, which is why I came up with the idea of nicking your new dress. I’ve been into rubber for years and I guessed you liked the idea of it so I thought, given the chance, you might be interested in something a little bit more ‘out-there’ as well. I knew that you’d get annoyed and go looking for the dress if it went missing, so I planted my rubber collection and the dildo somewhere you’d be bound to find them and hoped for the best.” I plucked the rubber material covering my stomach and let it snap back into place. “So this is all one big set-up?” “Yep! The dress is safe in its bag under your bed.” She laughed. “It worked.” I said, “Was I what you’d hoped for?” “Yep. Very definitely - more so.” I rolled her over and pinned her to the bed. “You were right Jen, I’ve always wanted to get a rubber dress but never had the courage. When I saw your stuff, I couldn’t resist the temptation, and once I’d started I just got carried away.” “You certainly did, but I’m glad. I was almost ready to give up. It was getting painful being around you without having you and was thinking of moving on.” “Not now though?” I asked in alarm. I didn’t want to lose something this good so soon. “No, I think after tonight’s little escapade I might be persuaded to stay.” Jenny smiled. “Have you had many relationships with other women?” I asked. “A few. I had a relationship in my last two years at university with a girl in my tutor group. It was she that introduced me to rubber. I’ve had a number of shorter ones since but none of them lasted more than about a year. I’ve also dated a few men but even when the sex was good those relationships always had something missing.” “So you’re bisexual?” “Yeh, I suppose so - to an extent, but I prefer women to men and I’ve never dated both at the same time. I think that would make things too confusing. That’s why the relationships with Peter and Mark both ended - they both knew that I was into women and they wanted threesomes which I wasn’t prepared to do. Mark even suggested you, but I didn’t want to share you, so I got rid of him.” “Wow, greedy. I hope you’re more generous with your clothes, I’m afraid you are going to have to share the rubber.” “I think something can be arranged.” She said and pinched my still hard nipples through their rubber covering. “You’ve gone down on me, now it’s my turn.” I replied. “You don’t have to if you’re not ready.” said Jenny, “I know this is all totally new for you and I don’t want to move things too far too quickly. I can wait until you’re more prepared for this whole thing.” For a moment, doubt flitted through my mind. Could I really do this? Would it be unpleasant? So far that night I had raided my friend’s wardrobe, stolen her clothes and her dildo, dressed myself in rubber, masturbated myself silly and had hot lesbian sex for the first time. If anyone had told me in advance that I could do even one of these things I would have called them mad. Now though they all seemed quite unexceptional. One further step in this journey of exploration no longer seemed impossible. Jenny enjoyed doing it and it surely couldn’t be worse than giving a guy a blow job. “I’m ready now.” I said, definite. I motioned for her to lay on her front with her hips in the air. She grinned as she took position with her head over the side of the bed and her backside high in the air. I was planning an attack from the rear. As I positioned myself between her legs, she wiggled her perfect bottom seductively and spread her knees wide apart to give me a good view of my target. Her feet in their spike-heeled shoes pointed to the ceiling. “How’s this?” she said and laughed. I turned back the flared skirt of the dress and moved in, placing my tongue in the small dimple at the top of her backside where the two cheeks separate and spread. I gently began running my tongue along the crack between the globes moving downwards towards my goal. I could taste and smell her sweat mingling with the remains of that day’s perfume - Chanel No. 5. I have always loved that scent and often wear it myself. In fact, I had given it to Jenny for her previous birthday. Maybe it had been an innocent gift then, but now the sweet aroma mingling with the musk of another woman’s sweat made me wet again and yearn for the dildo’s penetrating force or Jenny’s caressing tongue. I reached Jenny’s opening. I’ve looked at myself in the mirror and have, of course, touched myself there, but I’ve never had the chance to see a vagina up so close. Naked as it was, unobscured by untidy pubic hair, Jenny’s opening looked wonderful. Beautifully formed and very inviting. I extended my tongue and, holding my breath, darted it quickly between the two red and fleshy folds of skin. Jenny did not taste bad. She was delicious. As my tongue made its first tentative entry I could feel Jenny’s muscles quivering with delight. I held my tongue in place between the two engorged lips then pushed further and deeper into her vagina, seeking out her sensitive interior. Jenny’s pussy responded to my intrusion with a series of small muscle contractions. It felt deeply strange but hugely erotic to feel the stirrings of a female orgasm from “the other side”. I licked away inside Jenny and brought my hands up to the front of her hips to pull her closer to my face. Jenny was now half off the bed. She was supporting herself off of her hands braced on the floor and her bum was rammed tight against my face. Encouragingly, Jenny was making a series of squeaks and gasps as I probed her clitoris with my tongue. I could feel more and more frequent trembling inside Jenny until, with a rush, the vibrations joined and formed an ascending series of pulsing waves, releasing the pent-up energy. Jenny groaned deeply as her orgasm hit and her backside jumped and bucked against my face. Now my tongue was trapped in the crushing contractions. I rode the waves tasting her deeply until the contractions subsided and I could withdraw. I fell on the bed and Jenny crawled back on to it with a massive smile across her face. “Thank you,” she said, “You’ve no idea how many nights I’ve finger-fucked myself to sleep wishing this could happen.” I leaned over her and held her face under the chin. We kissed - slowly - each tasting ourselves again on the other’s lips and tongues. I released her and laughed, “If you’d told me that you’d felt like this some other way, I would probably have kicked you out of the flat or run a mile - possibly both. Thank you! This has been the most unexpected, amazing, wonderful night! I’ve never had sex so hot or so fulfilling. I’ve never come close to love making like that!” I was kneeling on the bed and Jenny sat up facing me. She positioned herself sitting between my thighs and knees with her legs crossing over them and passing each side of me. She pulled me to her, rubber arms around rubber body. She leant forward and kissed each of my shoulders, then locked her arms and her legs firmly around me. ...

continues from part two Chapter 3 – Mystery Treat Two months had passed since my first experience with Jenny and rubber. Jenny had moved across the hall to be with me in my bedroom and the rubber clothes, no longer hidden in their bag, now had pride of place in her former wardrobe. We had repeated our love making many times and Jenny had introduced me to the joys of a few more of her latex items and also to some more of her ‘’toys". She had even taken me to her favourite fetish store to select my first set of my own rubber clothes. I choose an all-in-one leotard-like body, stockings, suspender belt and gloves all in shiny black; a set of the flimsiest black rubber underwear - panties, bra and a basque - and a short, sleeveless electric blue cheerleader-style dress. So short that if I bent over wearing it, whoever was behind me would get an eyeful of my stocking tops and bare buttock cheeks. I should say here that our lovemaking did not always involve the use of latex clothing and artificial aids. It was, however, always hot and passionate - no matter what flavour it came in. With only a very small amount of soul-searching, I had come to terms with my new sexual status. Jenny and I were now very definitely a couple. I was trying to decide when and how to tell my friends that I was dating another woman. There was plenty of time. I wanted them to get to know Jenny as a friend first before I explained just what kind of friend she was. Without the need to get up early for work the following day, Friday nights were usually one of our ‘rubber nights’, dedicated to leisurely rubberised love-making followed by a lazy Saturday morning in bed. One Friday morning, however, Jenny told me over breakfast that we wouldn’t be needing the latex stockings, gloves or other paraphernalia that evening - she had something different for me to try. Seeing my disappointment, she quickly stressed that it was something that she was sure l would enjoy. When I excitedly asked her what, she refused to say. Her only clue was that I should get home as early as possible and make sure that I kept the weekend free. Fortunately, I didn’t have any major deadlines or meetings that day because l spent it sat in my office watching the hands of the clock slowly marking off the time until l was free and trying to guess what new form of deviancy she had in mind. I considered bondage scenarios and new unimagined sex-toys, but apart from being certain that it would involve us both getting very hot and lusty I couldn’t guess. As the hour of escape approached, I made an excuse to leave early, turning down the usual after-work drinks at the wine bar on the corner, and headed for home as quickly as the tube would take me. I arrived home in a state or excitement to find that Jenny had been home since lunchtime and that she had been busy in the small third bedroom which is used as a store room. The boxes and unused furniture usually stored there were gone and the mattress from Jenny’s old bed was in the centre of the floor. The mattress itself and the floor were covered with heavy transparent plastic decorator’s sheets which she had taped together with thick strips of black duct tape. In the comer was a collection of metal paint tins. Jenny stood barefoot in the middle of the plastic sheet wearing just a black sports bra and briefs. She was smiling broadly. “Hi Lover,” she said, twirling a roll of tape around her index finger, “Good day at work?” “Oh! Are you planning some decorating?” I asked, confused and somewhat disappointed by the sight of the painting equipment. “In a way, but it’s not the room that’s getting the makeover!” Jenny replied cryptically. “I don’t get it.” I said. “You will. I’m nearly finished with this, so go get out of that suit then come and give me a hand for a couple of minutes before we get started.” In our bedroom, I quickly kicked off my shoes and dumped my briefcase, stripped off my suit jacket and skirt and tossed my blouse in the washing basket. I returned to the other bedroom bare foot like Jenny, in just my white cotton bra and knickers. Jenny gave me an appreciative look then handed me a roll of the black tape. “I haven’t finished that corner over there. Just overlap the sheets a little at the edges then tape the two together along the joint.” I complied with her instructions, wondering what all this was for. Clearly the sheeting was intended to protect the carpet, but, if not from paint, then what? And if we were not going to be decorating the room, why did we need to go to all this effort? A few more joints were taped and we were both done. Jenny stood and surveyed the work, then, satisfied that it would suit whatever she had in mind, she nodded. “OK.” She said turning to me and taking my hand, “Let’s be having you in the bathroom please miss.” She led me out of the room, along the hall and into our bathroom. The shelf at the end the bath was covered with new toiletries and the bath was already full of warm foamy water. Jenny pulled me to her and gave me a passionate open-mouthed kiss; at the same time unhooking my bra. She drew it off of my shoulders and dropped it on the floor, letting my breasts bounce freely. I felt my nipples beginning to stiffen as she slid her hands down my sides and hooked her thumbs into the sides of my knickers. In one motion she carried on sliding her hands down the outsides of my thighs taking the briefs with them as she dropped into a crouch in front of me. Jenny planted a light kiss on my abdomen and then let the briefs join the bra on the floor. She stood and began to remove her own bra. “Right, now into the bath. I’ve already filled it and we need you nice and soapy for this first bit.” She instructed. Still wondering where all this was leading, I decided that I would just follow Jenny’s instructions and see what developed; after all, I was enjoying the way it was going so far. I climbed into the bath and laid back in the cloud of flower scented bubbles as Jenny stepped out her knickers. I noticed that she had freshly shaved between her legs taking away the small amount of pubic hair that had developed there since she had last pruned the area. “D’you remember that I said there was a reason why I liked to keep myself bare down here?” she asked pointing to the spot that I was already concentrating on. “Yeh, but you never really told me why.” I answered. “No; well today’s gonna be a practical demonstration. First that thatch of yours is coming off, then later I will show why”. Jenny climbed into the bath and sat down in front of me. She indicated that I should place my legs on either side of her, which I did as she produced a wet razor from amongst the collection of jars and bottles on the shelf. Quickly her hands disappeared under the water, then hidden by the foam I felt her left hand massage my pubis softly before the right gently brought the razor into contact with my skin. Expertly, she rapidly shaved away the hairs, stroking me all the time to test which areas still needed attention. In a few minutes she was done, I was bare. Jenny placed the razor back on the shelf then leaned forward and stretched herself along my body to kiss me. One hand reached up around the back of my head and pulled it upwards to meet her descending face for us to kiss and the other began to work between my legs, making short stroking sorties into the opening of my vagina. Simultaneously, her tongue found its way between my lips into my mouth and her thumb slid into my pussy to push against my clitoris. I wrapped my arms around her to hold our position in the water and we stayed like that for several minutes. I moaned softly through our kisses as she thumb-fucked me to a climax there in the water. “OK, darling, that’s got you ‘started’.” she said when my orgasm had subsided. “Now we need to empty the water out and move on to stage two.” Jenny smiled, her thumb and forefinger still pressed up inside of me. She jerked the chain to pull the plug and the water began to drain away taking the foam and my pubic hair with it. Next she took a large jar from the shelf and unscrewed the lid. “This,” she said, “is called ‘Sugaring’, it’s for removing body hair, and if it’s done properly it’s not painful like waxing is.” “I’ve heard of that.” I said, “My sister gave me a day at a health spa for a birthday and it was one of the treatments they offered. I didn’t have it done though, I spent too long with the masseuse and in the sauna.” The last of the water was now swirling down the plughole and I could see my newly naked crotch for the first time. It was strange to see it like this and I got a sudden sense of nostalgia, back to the days before puberty had kicked off. “Now, you need to be totally smooth and hairless for what’s coming later,” Jenny continued, shaking me from my reverie. “Let’s get on with it.” Jenny climbed out of the bath and took one of the large bath towels from the corner stand. “Dry yourself with this. You need to be completely dry for the sugaring to work its best.” She handed the towel to me and took another for herself. When we were both dry she took a wooden spatula and scooped a large blob of the thick gel from the jar. She gently smoothed it up my arm. It was sticky but it felt nice as she spread it over my skin. She scooped another blob, spreading the orange-scented substance over my whole lower arm. Then she produced a bundle of cotton strips from a bag on the floor. Jenny placed one of the strips on my arm, smoothing it flat into the gel before pulling it away flush with my arm. I felt the tug as the hairs pulled away from my skin but it wasn’t the tearing pain of waxing. Jenny continued over the rest of my arms and then my legs, alternately spreading then stripping the sugaring. The hair removal left the skin tingling. I was still turned on from Jenny’s earlier attentions to my pussy and this wasn’t helping. “Can I have a go Jen? On you?” I asked as Jenny was digging in the jar to load another dollop of goo onto the spatula. “Sure, I did myself earlier whilst you were at work to save time, but I couldn’t reach my back so you could do that for me.” She handed me the jar and the spatula. “OK, bend over the side of the bath and I’ll give it a try. Tell me if I hurt you” I said. Jenny placed her hands on the side of the bath and bent forward. She wiggled her beautiful bottom at me and smiled over her shoulder. “Would you say this was an appropriate position?” She asked coquettishly. “Definitely!” I replied. “There’re guys in my office who’d give their right arms to see us like this.” Jenny laughed. “I don’t know what I’d do with a bunch of right arms, but they’d be slightly more useful than the things guys usually want to give me. If you know what I mean.” She wiggled her backside again to emphasise her point. I laughed along with her and spread the spatula’s load of gel across the top of her back, between her shoulder blades. I took some more and continued spreading the sugaring until the whole of her back was covered in a sticky layer of gel right down to her hips. I took my first fabric strip and gently placed it over the gel at the base of her neck. I pulled it away as Jenny had demonstrated. Jenny didn’t leap in the air screaming so I must have done it right. “That was fine.” she said. I continued, working downwards to her hips, each time Jenny reassuring me that I was not hurting her. When I was done, I ran my hands down her back and felt the softness of her skin. As I bent to her hips my eyes were level with bum cheeks. I had an idea. “It looks like you’ve missed a couple of patches on your bottom. D’you want me to deal with them?” I asked Jenny. “Yeh, sure.” She replied. “OK, spread ’em.” I said in my best fake-American tough-cop voice. Foregoing the spatula, I scoped a handful of gel from the nearly empty pot. Jenny laughed and shuffled her feet further apart. “Please gov’, it weren’t me, honest!” she replied in a mock cockney accent. She squealed as my gel covered hand slapped upwards between her legs against her pussy. I spread the gel over the opening of her vagina and slipped a finger inside her. She was already wet and I had no trouble inserting another two fingers before spreading them within her and beginning a gentle rhythm sliding them in and out of her hole. Jenny moaned as my sticky fingers began to work their magic. For a moment, a hand came up from the side of the bath and squeezed mine between her legs. I moved close behind her, her arse hard against my hips, and continued fingering her tunnel. Jenny pushed back against me and we began to rock backwards and forwards as her moans grew stronger. Her orgasm was approaching and her hands clenched tight to the edge of the bath. Her body stiffened as she reached climax, then went limp as the flood of pleasure ebbed through her. For a moment she rested her head on the edge of the bath. “You really know how to push my buttons.” she sighed, her eyes half closed and with a smear of gel across her chin. “I’ve never been turned on as much as I am by you.” I smiled. “Me neither. I feel like all those years dating guys were just a warm up for this!” Once she had recovered Jenny said, “Let’s get finished here then I can show you what I’ve got planned.” She took a new jar of the sugaring gel and quickly smeared it over my chest, stomach, shoulders and back and sides. In ten minutes she was done with the cotton strips and I was hair free. We kissed again, before Jenny declared that we were finished. Jenny stepped into the shower cubicle beside the bath to rinse off. I watched as the torrent of water sluiced the remaining gel away. She stepped out and grabbed her towel as I climbed in. Once I had taken my turn and dried off, I looked again at my lover and asked what all the preparation was in aid off. Jenny’s only response was to raise her eyebrows, then to take my hand and lead me back to the spare bedroom and it’s plastic sheeting. She led me to the mattress in the middle of the room then left me there to walk over to the paint pots and decorating tools by the wall. “OK.” I said looking forward to getting the answer to this evening’s puzzle, “What’s going on? Tell me all.” Jenny picked up one of the paint tins and levered the top off with a screwdriver. A faint chemical smell filled the room. It was not the usual smell of paint but the smell of ammonia. Jenny brought the tin over to me and showed me the contents. The tin contained a thick crimson-coloured liquid looking just like paint. The label on the side of the tin though said ‘Liquid Latex’. “It’s Rubber Katie,” she laughed, “but not as you know it! This stuff stays liquid in the tin but once it gets exposed to the air the ammonia solvent evaporates and after a few minutes it dries to form a rubber skin on whatever it’s covering - and what it’s going to be covering is us! It’s really fun and sexy stuff. The feeling as it dries on your skin is amazing.” “The only problem comes when you try to get it off.” she warned. “It peels off OK but if you’ve got body hair it can rip the hairs out and can hurt like hell. And it’s impossible to get it out of fabric - hence the deforestation process and the plastic sheeting.” “OK. It sounds like fun - let’s give it a go.” I said, anxious to try it out. From behind the stack of tins Jenny produced two pieces of rubber material, one red and one blue. She tossed the red piece of rubber to me and kept the blue for herself “These hoods will protect our hair, put it on and we can get started.” The hood was a simple affair like the old fashioned swimming hats worn by Esther Williams in those corny 1940’s swimming films. It covered the hair and ears and had a narrow chin strap to keep it in place. The neck and the face were left uncovered. Being well practised by now with rubber hoods, I quickly tucked my hair under the latex and clipped the press-stud on the strap to its counterpart behind the left ear. The hood was tight and clung slightly uncomfortably across my forehead. Jenny levered the top off another tin. This one contained dark blue latex and she handed it to me. Three more tins were opened; each contained a different coloured liquid - green, yellow and white. I jiggled my tin slightly and watched the thick liquid wobble inside “How do we use this stuff?” I asked. “Like this.” Jenny took a wooden handled paddle-shaped applicator made of foam and about two inches wide. She dipped it fully into her pot of red liquid latex. She pulled it out and admired the shine for a moment then drew the applicator across my stomach leaving a broad wet horizontal streak of colour. She dipped again and brushed a vertical stroke up between my breasts. I tentatively brought my hand to touch the liquid latex but Jenny told me off for this. ‘‘Don’t touch it, it will spoil the effect. Just stand still and I’ll paint a layer all over you." Jenny continued dipping and painting; running the brush in a circle around each of my breasts, before coating each with a layer of the red latex so that looked like enormous luscious red cherries. My nipples hardened under the sensual strokes of the soft foam. “This feels good.” I said approvingly. “Wait until it begins to dry, that’s a real freaky feeling the first time.” Jenny responded as she painted broad bands of colour across my belly. She splodged a dollop into my belly button and jiggled the paddle playfully in that hollow then started to paint down into the V between my legs. I spread my feet wider and Jenny painted right down between my thighs and under, bringing the applicator up behind into the groove of my bottom. Looking down, my pussy lips were coated in the thick shiny gunge, the opening of my vagina sealed under the layer of red. Jenny moved behind me now and started again under my arms and down my sides, moving gradually on to my shoulder blades then down my spine in one swift stroke. Before we started Jenny had turned the temperature on the heating up to maximum and the latex on my front was beginning to dry as the ammonia evaporated. The smooth film of rubber on my breasts was beginning to turn paler. As it dried and cured, the membrane began to shrink, pulling tightly at my skin in all directions like a sheet of sticking plaster might. As Jenny had promised, this was certainly a novel sensation. “It’s beginning to dry,” I said. “Wow, this is fantastic! It’s as if every square millimetre of my skin is being pulled on at once. It’s like that very tight rubber bodice of yours but it’s everywhere, not just where it touches and there’s no pressure.” “I know, I couldn’t believe it when I tried it the first time.” Jenny agreed, having finished my back and my bottom and working the foam tool down over my left thigh. “When you completely covered in a layer of this stuff it feels wonderful. And you can carry on building up additional layers to thicken the skin.” “I hope we’ve got enough.” I asked. “No need to worry on that count, I’ve enough here to do each of us at least half a dozen times.” Jenny answered. Jenny carried on applying the liquid latex with tidy even brush strokes, working down my thighs and over my knees to my calves and shins. She circled my ankles and stopped. She stood up and started working on my arms. “I’ll leave your feet unpainted cos this stuff is a bit slippery to walk on and I’ll do your hands later” She explained. “OK.” I said. She drew overlapping stripes of crimson down my arms. The latex across my back, between my thighs and across my abdomen was beginning to set and shrink. “Right. That’s you done.” She continued when my arms were completely covered. “You’re going to need to stand with your arms in the air for a bit and your legs apart so that the latex doesn’t stick to itself in your armpits and between your thighs. ...

Chapter 1 – Discovery and Exploration My name is Katharine, or Katie. I’m 26, live in London and work in advertising. What I am about to describe is a tumultuous period of just a few months earlier this year during which my life turned in a completely new direction and an established friendship grew in an unexpected and exciting way. I own a rather nice apartment next to the river with views across the water to Battersea Park on the other bank. I originally bought the apartment with a former boyfriend. Unfortunately, the relationship didn’t last and when he left I had to buy him out of his share of the flat as I didn’t want to lose it. With a larger mortgage and a spare bedroom, I thought that a good way to offset the additional cost was to rent out the room and find a flat mate. This is where Jenny came in. Jenny is a friend of a friend of my sister and heard about my spare room through her. She is a journalist and had just moved back to London after a couple of years in Bristol to start a new job. She needed to find somewhere fast without searching too hard and I needed to find someone quickly to help pay the mortgage. We met one evening after work in a noisy pub in Soho and immediately got on. I offered her the room and she moved in a few days later. For two or three months nothing unusual happened. We were both busy with our jobs and would often hang out in the evening with a group of friends in a local bar. We also both get invited out on any number of dates, so the evenings when we were actually at home were fairly rare. On those occasions we would often watch TV or a rented DVD together, share a bottle of wine or just talk. Jenny and I are quiet similar in build - both size 10s - although her boobs are slightly smaller than mine, and she’s about an inch taller. Our fashion tastes are also reasonably close and we often borrow one another’s clothes to supplement our own already extensive wardrobes. One of my few bones of contention with Jenny is that she sometimes borrows clothes without asking. She is also very untidy. Her room often resembles the scene of a burglary with clothes dumped in piles on the floor; shoes kicked into odd corners and with possessions left in general disarray. These character traits were to lead me in a totally new and unexpected direction. It was the night before a major advertising awards dinner that was to be held at the Grosvenor House Hotel in the West End. Like all aspiring agencies aiming to make an impression in the market, the firm I work for had booked a table. I was scheduled, with a couple of colleagues, to host a number of clients for a gala meal with the hope that my firm might collect an award, or at least drum up some new business from the clients. I would be going straight from the office to the dinner and needed to take my evening wear into work with me the following morning ready to change after work. Jenny and I had spent the previous Saturday shopping in Knightsbridge and I had bought a fantastic Balenciaga dress from Harvey Nichols - very short, in see-through cream chiffon with long sleeves, a round neck and worn over a dark body. I hadn’t worn it out yet but we both agreed that I looked wonderful in it. I had a Fendi bag and a pair of pumps that I had bought on a New York business trip and I was hoping like hell that we would win an award because I knew that I was going to knock ’em dead if I got on the stage in that get up. Jenny was out so decided to get everything ready and have a relaxing bath and an early night. I wanted to ensure maximum energy for the long evening coming the next day. I went to my wardrobe with my dress bag and found the shoes and handbag where I had left them but no dress. I checked the floor of the wardrobe to see if the hanger had fallen off the rail - no dress. I knew where I had left it and it clearly was not there but I remembered how much Jenny had liked it and started to suspect that she had borrowed it without asking. Feeling angry and vowing to give her a major ticking off when I saw her I walked across the hallway to Jenny’s disaster-scene bedroom. Jenny’s room was in its usual state of disarray. A tee-shirt hung from the end of the bed and her exercise gear lay in a crumpled heap like a shed skin where she had peeled the leggings and leotard off as one piece. Her trainers were kicked half under the bed and a large baggy jumper topped a heap of clothes dumped on the rocking chair in the corner of the room. Inside the wardrobe, the scene was little better. I searched through the rails of clothes but could not find my Balenciaga dress. I started on the junk piled at the bottom of the wardrobe, praying that she hadn’t let it get too creased there, but searched with no success. Deciding that she must actually be wearing my new dress, I was closing the doors when I noticed a black travel case pushed to the side of the wardrobe. It was one of those bags with built-in hangers for clothes and a collection of pockets and pouches for small items and shoes. I pulled it out hoping it might contain my dress and laid it on to the bed. I slammed the wardrobe doors making the mirrors rattle. For its size the bag was very heavy. I pulled the zip round its U-shaped track and was immediately hit by the strange smell coming from inside. On top of the bag’s contents as it lay on the bed was a short black dress made from rubber. I removed the rubber dress carefully as it was dusted with talcum powder and placed it on the bed. There were more items beneath and so I slowly examined the bag. Each item was separated from the next by a sheet or two of tissue paper and I separated the layers as I removed the remaining items. Eventually, arrayed on the bed, I had the black dress and a similar blue one, a red skirt and red sleeveless vest, a black leotard-like thing and a black catsuit. In the pockets of the bag I found, dusted in more powder and rolled or folded in tissue, a black bikini set, three long pairs of rubber gloves, two pairs in black and one in red; and two pairs of stockings, a pair each of red and black. This was quite a collection and quite surprising. Jenny had never mentioned that she had even a single rubber dress and a collection of this size was bordering on the kinky. Jenny obviously had a secret side. My sister had once worn rubber dress to a party as a dare and her tightly encased rubber body had very definitely been the centre of attention for the male guests and a few of the female. I had always wanted to get a dress for myself but had been too cowardly to visit the sort of specialist shops that sold them. Looking at the selection in front of me and feeling cross at Jenny for borrowing my dress I was very tempted to try something on. I hesitated over what I should do about my discovery, I even started to replace the items but in the end, after a brief internal struggle which revolved mostly around fears of being found out, my curiosity to know what it felt like to be dressed in the rubber clothes got the better of me. Feeling like a naughty schoolgirl, I kicked my shoes into the corner and removed my jacket and skirt. Next, I unbuttoned my blouse, dropping it on to the floor amongst the discarded tissue paper. I sat on the bed and quickly dragged my tights down my legs and dropped them on the floor as well. I unhooked my bra and slid out of my knickers. These also ended up on the floor. For a moment, I surveyed my body in the mirrored door of Jenny’s wardrobe; nice boobs, good legs and clear skin - although I could do with topping up my tan, I noted. I sat again on the edge of the bed. As they were the simplest things to put on, I chose the bikini and the red top and skirt. I picked up the bikini top first and it initially seemed too small even for Jenny’s slightly smaller chest. I put my arms through the appropriate holes then pulled it over my head. It was small, but the rubber was stretchy so I was able to tug it down over my shoulders and across my chest. It clung tightly to my breasts cupping them in a sensual grip. My breasts stood out full and firm with a deep cleavage that not even my wonderbra had managed to achieve. ...