A View of the Mountains by Catsuitguy

She hung there motionless, like an insect trapped in amber. She stood there in total darkness and near total silence, broken only by the faint whisper of her breathing. Unable to move even the slightest, her only sensations reduced to taste and smell and touch. As she woke from her slumber, she became aware again of the wonderful, insistent pressure all over her body, like a thousand hands caressing her.

As she returned to full consciousness, she felt the presence of the dildo that filled her vagina, the butt plug that was nestled comfortably in her rectum. Raised nodules rubbed against her clitoris and encircled her sensitive nipples. She squirmed against these intruders and shuddered as she drove herself to another climax. Had her mouth not been filled with a gag, she would have cried out in pleasure. As the orgasm subsided and her breathing returned to normal, she hung there satisfied and relaxed, enjoying the after glow of her exertions.

In response to her increased breathing rate and elevated body temperature, the automated systems reacted by increasing the oxygen level in her air supply and providing additional body cooling water. The holes surrounding her gag released some cold water into her mouth and she drank gratefully, as the icy fluid soothed her parched throat. Deep in her belly, the feeding tube pumped the warm liquid nourishment she needed to sustain her. With food and water inside her and her body back to its normal temperature, she felt comfortable and calm, at total peace with the world. She felt anew contentment she had never known in her old life - a life, which seemed so distant now.

As she hung there, her mind wandered back to the time, over two years before, when this whole thing had started...

Kristen stood at her breakfast bar and gulped down the remnants of her coffee. She looked at her watch and swore to herself. She was running late. Not really late, but she liked to be the first to work in the morning. She hurriedly grabbed her coat and purse and headed for the door. As she slammed the door shut behind her, she heard the faint chime of the elevator down the hall. I'm in luck this morning, she thought to herself and sprinted down the hall, just in time to catch it before the doors closed. She rode the elevator alone down to the parking garage. Her ageing (and none too reliable) Subaru was parked about 10 stalls away. Praying for more good luck, the car started on the third try and she backed out of her assigned space and headed for the exit.

The library was about 5 miles from her condo and that early in the morning, traffic was light. Despite the persistent drizzle (this was the Puget Sound after all), she made the trip to work in under 10 minutes. She drove around to the employee's lot in the back and parked in her assigned spot. Good, she thought as she surveyed the empty lot, I'm the first one here. She locked her car (not that anyone would want to steal it) and ran the few feet to the rear entrance of the library. There was a pile of periodicals, papers and mail sitting on the step. She unlocked the door and stepped into the darkened hallway.

Switching on the overhead lights, she went back to the door and picked up the pile and carried them back to her office.

The library was a branch of the main public library, but was modern and inviting. Her office was adjacent to the main counter of the library. It was small and cluttered, with a fairly modern wooden desk, upon which sat a PC. She dumped the pile of newspapers on the corner of her desk, ready for sorting later. The library was quiet and she liked the solitude. All too soon the place would start to fill up with her fellow employees and later, the public. But for a few minutes she had the library to herself.

Kristen turned on her computer and waited for the couple of minutes it took to boot up. It was loaded with software specific to the libraries needs, in addition to the usual word processing, database and Internet applications. Eventually her familiar desktop appeared, with it's friendly greeting message. She checked her e-mail - there was about 15 messages waiting in her in-box. A quick scan showed her that only a couple needed immediate attention - the rest could wait till later.

One of her "duties" as the first arrival was to start the coffee maker, so she went around the corner to the staff break room and loaded the big automatic coffee machine with coffee and water. Soon the smell of freshly brewing coffee started to fill the room. She heard the sound of the back door opening, so the rest of the staff was beginning to get to work. In about 15 minutes she would be opening the main doors and the public would be coming in. There were some regulars who already waiting outside in the rain - the library was a second home for them.

She went back to her office and picked up the pile of mail on the end of her desk. She started to sort into various groups - personal, periodicals, inter-library loan requests etc. This took her about 10 minutes. She looked at her watch - it was nearly 8:30 - so she headed for the main entrance and switched on the overhead room lights. The big fluorescent lights flooded the room with light, as she turned locks on the heavy doors. As she expected there were several familiar faces waiting for her to open up and they greeted her with smiles as they filtered in, most heading for their favourite corner of the library.

And so passed another day at the library. It went pretty smoothly apart from a minor problem with one of the microfiche readers. The day passed quickly and before Kristen realised it was quitting time. As she was the first in, Kristen was not required to help with the closing preparations. She grabbed her coat from her office and headed for her car. It was still raining, so she dashed for her car, wishing that it had remote door locks.

The drive back to her condo took her nearly twice as long as the drive in, but she was back in the parking garage before six. She took the elevator to the lobby and went over to her mailbox. Her mail was the usual mix of bills, magazines, catalogues and junk mail, but she was surprised to find a brown padded package, about 8 by 5 and an inch thick. I don't remember ordering anything, Kristen said to herself, maybe it's a sample of something. The package was hand addressed with no return address on it, which was a little unusual.

Inside her condo, Kristen switched on the kitchen lights, hung her coat up on the hat rack and turned to sort her mail. The latest issue of Vogue, the Pottery Barn and Sharper Image catalogues she would read later. The bills went into the pending pile and the junk mail would be headed for recycle. Finally she got around to the mystery package. She pulled open the end of the envelope and dumped the contents on the kitchen table.

Inside was a black plastic bag to which was attached a note. Kristen pulled the note of the bag and read the few lines of the neat handwriting:

The last sentence was the strangest and further intrigued Kristen. She tipped the contents of the bag on to the kitchen table. Kristen picked up the strange looking item and inspected it. Whatever it was, was soft and pliable, flesh coloured and semi-transparent. Kristen held it up in front of her - it was a pair of panties. But like no other panties she had ever seen before. Inside the panties were two attached members - one was phallic shaped, about seven inches in length, maybe an inch and a half in diameter and anatomically correct. The other member was smaller and slimmer without any real features. Kristen realised with shock that the panties were made of rubber.

Kristen dropped the panties on the table with a look of horror and disgust on her face. "Who would send me such a perverted thing?” she said aloud." I can't believe I got something like this in the mail. I going to call the Post Office in the morning and complain."

She gingerly gathered up the panties and stuffed them back into their bag, then opened the door to the cupboard under the sink and tossed the bag into the trash. The experience of handling those wretched panties left her feeling a little flustered, so she decided to fix herself a drink before making dinner. She took a good swig of her Scotch and felt a little calmer as the warm liquid hit her stomach. She set about making dinner though she had a hard time concentrating on the preparations - she realised she was still shaking.

After dinner, she went into the living room, put some music on the stereo and settled back to read her magazines and catalogues. But she couldn't concentrate on the reading matter - her mind kept drifting back to those disgusting panties. Was someone at work playing a practical joke on her? She tried to imagine which of her co-workers could be responsible. Finally, she just had to get up and take another look at them. She went back to the kitchen and retrieved the bag from the trash. She pulled the panties out of the bag again and studied them in more detail. In addition to the two dildo's, she noticed that directly above the larger one were a number of small conical protrusions or nodules arranged in a circular area about an inch in diameter. They were obviously intended to stimulate the clitoris. That's intriguing thought Kristen, with the first signs of interest stirring in her head. The big one goes up front and the smaller one goes in my ass.

Despite her initial revulsion, Kristen felt an increasing urge to try the panties on. She walked from the kitchen through her bedroom into the bathroom. Hunting around under the sink she found a bottle of K-Y jelly that had been there at least a couple of years. She took the K-Y back into the bedroom and set it down on the nightstand next to her bed. She undid her skirt and let it fall to the floor, and then she removed her cotton knickers. She shivered slightly as the cool air hit her exposed skin.

She sat down on the side of the bed and picked up the panties, turning them inside out so that the two dildos were exposed. She squirted a small amount of the jelly into her hand then smeared the stuff liberally over the shafts of the two members. She sniffed the panties - the rubber smell was very faint and actually kind of pleasant in a peculiar way.

She stood up and stepped into the panties, pulling them up over her calves and thighs, trying to avoid getting the K-Y jelly on her legs. Finally the panties were up high enough so that the front phallus was touching the lips of her labia. With a deep breath she pushed the dildo deep into her vagina. Kristen let out a long sigh as it penetrated her and she moaned in pleasure as the stiff member contacted her cervix. She realised that it had been so long since she had any sexual activity and that she was as horny as hell. She hadn't even masturbated in months and this intruder was making her want to come. The little rubber cones on the inside of the panties were perfectly placed to rub against her clitoris and Kristen knew that within seconds she would start to get damp.

The second smaller dildo - the butt-plug - was still nestled against her butt cheeks. Kristen had never really experimented with anal stimulation before. Steve had on occasion poked a finger into her anus, but he had never been very enthusiastic about it. Kristen tensed her sphincter muscles and pushed the butt-plug into her arse-hole. It was little painful at first, but as she got used to its presence she found it to be quite pleasant and stimulating. Hmmm, I could get used to this, she thought to herself. She looked down at herself. The panties lay snugly around her waist and cradled her buttocks in a nice tight embrace. As she moved the two dildos inside her started to rub against her in a very erotic manner and the little rubber cones in contact with her clitoris began to work their magic. Now Kristen understood the significance of the statement in the note about shaving - a clean-shaven pussy would be even more sensitive to the rubber nodules.

She lay down on the bed and raised her knees and spread her legs. Her right hand found it's way down to her crotch and before she knew it she was rubbing herself vigorously. She used her left hand to grab the end of the dildo and thrust it in and out of her and the right hand was rubbing the rubber cones deep into clitoris. She was so turned on by all this that within seconds she was close to climaxing. As the orgasm hit her, she screamed "Yes, yes, yes" over and over again She had three orgasms in quick succession and she slumped back on the bed, sweaty and exhausted but very satisfied.

"Oh boy", Kristen whispered, "I needed that. Thank you my mystery friend - that was just what the doctor ordered". She lay there quietly for a couple of minutes to let her breathing return to normal. She could feel her heart beating wildly and the adrenaline was flowing through her body. Eventually she felt calm enough to get up off the bed and walk over to the bathroom. She carefully pulled her panties down enjoying the sensation of the two dildos as they slowly slid out her body. She placed the damp panties in the sink and ran some warm water in to the basin, deciding to let them soak for a few minutes while she dressed in her sweats. After dressing she returned to the bathroom, pulled the rubber underwear from the sink and shook the excess water from them.

Kristen hung the panties from the faucet in the bath, the rubber phalluses sticking out obscenely. Having satisfied her carnal lusts, Kristen felt a whole lot more relaxed and was able to get back to her reading. After about thirty minutes, her mind started to wander back to the panties, who might have sent them and what to do with them next. Having experienced their erotic possibilities once she knew she would be trying them again - and soon. Perhaps she could try wearing them to work tomorrow?

It was getting late - at least for an early riser like Kristen - so she made her way to the bathroom. She brushed her teeth, flossed for a couple of minutes and brushed her hair - it was a little greasy from the sweat of the evening’s activities. She noticed that the panties had almost dried already - one of the advantages of rubber. She went back to the bedroom, pulled off her sweats and underwear and got into bed naked. Her hands strayed down to her crotch again and as she gently rubbed herself, she thought back to earlier in the evening and how much fun it had been. She could hardly believe she had orgasmed three times in quick succession. Within minutes she was fast asleep.

The next morning after a deep sleep, Kristen was up before the alarm. She had decided to give herself a few extra minutes of prep time, so that she could give herself a shave. She hadn't shaved down there in years, so she wasn't quite sure of the best way to do it. Her pubic hair, which matched the jet black of her head hair, was fairly long and extensive. She grabbed a pair of small scissors from her grooming kit and sat down on the toilet seat, spreading her legs wide to expose her crotch. A little gingerly at first, she started cutting, the black hair falling into the toilet bowl. With growing confidence, she soon clipped her pubic hair to a short stubble, the pink lips of her clitoris showing through the dark stubble provocatively. She leant over and picked up the safety razor she used to shave her legs. It had a new blade and was good and sharp. She spread some shaving cream over her crotch and started shaving herself, taking particular care around her sensitive parts. Within five minutes she was finished and she wiped the remaining shaving cream away with a damp face cloth. Her sex lay exposed in all its naked glory - she looked like a young girl again.

After a good long shower, Kristen took the rubber panties off the faucet, turned them the right way round and slipped them on again. She walked back into the bedroom with them around her thighs to get the lubricating jelly. With the dildo's coated in K-Y, she inserted them into herself again, enjoying once more their presence deep inside her. The rubber cones nestled comfortably against her freshly shaved skin with even more stimulation than the night before. Kristen had decided to wear regular panties over the rubber ones as a precaution and to wear pants instead of a skirt. The library had a fairly relaxed dress code, so she chose a pair of tight blue jeans and a red turtleneck sweater. The tight jeans helped keep the dildos firmly planted deep inside her.

After a breakfast of cereal and toast, washed down by some instant coffee, Kristen grabbed her raincoat and headed for work. She was excited at the prospect of spending the whole day wearing her new rubber underwear, particularly because no one could tell what she had on under her street clothes. There was something deliciously wicked about wearing something as naughty as those panties and going about your everyday business as if nothing was different. She just hoped nobody at work could tell.

The drive to work was uneventful, other than the nice sensations she got from sitting down and squirming a little in her seat. As usual she was the first to arrive at the library and she went into her regular morning routine. As she moved around the library, the motion of walking drove the dildos in and out of her openings and the raised nodules rubbed against her shaven pussy. By mid-morning she had to excuse herself and go to the bathroom. Choosing the stall farthest from the door and being particularly careful to be quiet, she masturbated herself to a very satisfying climax.

She sat on the toilet for several minutes to calm down, then replaced her cotton knickers over the latex ones and pulled up her jeans. She felt a lot better and ready to get back to work. She checked herself in the mirror, smoothed some stray hairs back into place and headed back to face the world. Later in that day she had to repeat her mornings activities - the urge to masturbate just got too strong. I can't wear these everyday, thought Kristen, I'll tire myself out with all these orgasms. Besides you can have too much of a good thing.

So Kristen avoided wearing the latex knickers for several days, but eventually temptation got the better of her and she donned them again. Over the next couple of weeks, she alternated days with and without them, though really she would have liked to wear them on a daily basis. As far as she could tell, no one at he library had even the slightest idea that she had been wearing rubber panties all this time and that she had been whacking off regularly in the bathroom. They probably did notice that she seemed in a particularly good mood recently and that she had a faint smile on her face most of the day.

Almost three weeks to the day after Kristen got the first package; she found a second, nearly identical parcel waiting for her in her mailbox. The handwriting on the package matched the first one. Kristen hurried up to her condo to see what he (?) had sent her this time. She ignored the rest of the mail, and tore open the brown wrapping without hesitation. Inside was the familiar black plastic bag and the hand-written note taped to it. The note read:

Eagerly, Kristen emptied the contents of the bag out on to the counter. The item this time was little bulkier than the panties had been. It was made of the same semi-transparent flesh coloured rubber as before. Holding the rubber bundle in front of her, she saw that this was a rubber corset with moulded breast cups and thin rubber straps. It was long and designed to reach down to her hips. It was, as the note said, a perfect match for the rubber panties she was wearing. More careful examination of the inside of the corset revealed that there were more of the small rubber conical protrusions arranged around where her nipples would be in the breast cups. The thought of those little rubber cones in contact with her nipples was very appealing to Kristen.

She hurriedly removed her coat, strode into the bedroom and pulled off her sweater. She reached around her back to unhook her bra and she let it fall on to the bed. She picked up the corset and put it over her head. It was tight and a little difficult to pull down over her breasts. Soon, however, she had it on with her breasts snugly nestled into the cups of the corset. She rolled down the top couple of inches of the panties, smoothed the corset down over her stomach, then rolled the top of the panties back into place. There was a smooth line from her bust down to her crotch. The rubber nodules were massaging her nipples nicely and she grabbed a breast with each hand and played with her nipples until she started to feel damp again. So now she had matching panties and corset and they felt wonderful against her bare skin. She had already decided that she would wear the corset tomorrow under a nice tight sweater - a thick one so that her erect nipples wouldn't be visible.

Over the next few weeks she wore the rubber corset/panties combination to work on alternate days and everyday over the weekends. She masturbated frequently, something she hadn't done since the break-up of her marriage. Her whole life seemed a little better; a little more exciting since the rubber underwear had arrived out of the blue. She actually looked forward to her daily routine now and she went about her work with renewed vigour.

She arrived back a little late - traffic was bad again -and she hurried from her car to the lobby, then to her mailbox. Turning the key, she pulled out the usual assortment of bills, magazines and junk mail. No packages. She was a little disappointed, but not surprised. She headed for the elevator and scanned the mail while she waited. Within a few seconds the lift arrived and she rode it alone to the third floor, feeling a little guilty that she didn't walk the stairs and get some exercise. As she rounded the corner to her condo, she spotted something lying against her door. Her pulse quickened a little - could it be a parcel?

As she reached her door, she saw it was indeed a package. On top of it was a yellow Post-it note'; it was from her neighbour. It read:

Kristen. The UPS guy came by with this but you were out. I figured you'd want this so I offered to take it for you. Have a good one.

Susan

I'll have to thank her, she thought to herself, as she picked up the package. It was considerably larger and heavier than the other two had been, and this piqued her interest even more. She unlocked her condo, stepped through the door and switched on the kitchen lights. She tossed the mail on the counter - it could wait no later. She wanted to open that package right away and see what he had sent her.

She tore open the outer brown wrapping, to reveal a cardboard box. Lifting the lid, she found three black plastic bags, two small - about the same size as the other two had been - and one large. On top of them was a letter - she recognized the familiar handwriting immediately. She quickly scanned the letter:

She read the note twice. So many questions sprung to mind - what did he want her to wear, how did he know about the coat and shoes, why had he asked her out, who the hell was he anyway? She knew of 'La Pigalle" - it was one of the finest restaurants in town, very expensive and almost impossible to get a reservation. This guy must have money and connections, she thought to herself, So my benefactor is both wealthy and influential. Sounds like my kind of guy. Has somewhat odd tastes in clothing though.

She put the letter down on the counter next to the mail and picked up one of the smaller bags. It was heavy and solid. She pulled the contents out of the bag - it was a bottle of some faintly blue milky fluid. The label read "Latex, Leather and PVC polish - Use sparingly. Apply with a damp cloth and buff dry". She undid the cap and smelt the contents - a mildly perfumed aroma, quite pleasant actually. She replaced the lid and put the bottle down on the counter, then turned her attention to the second of the smaller bags. Pulling open the bag, she tipped it out on to the counter. Whatever they were was made of rubber. She unfolded the neatly bundled article and to her surprise found herself holding latex tights.

Closer inspection of the tights revealed that they were a little different from regular tights (apart from being rubber that is). The panty part of the tights were deeply scalloped front, back and sides so they resembled stockings with built-in suspenders. I think they call these things 'suspender-tights', she thought They were obviously designed to fit over panties and not make two layers of latex. Clever, thought Kristen, what will they think of next? The stockings were made of semi-transparent rubber, a kind of smoky grey colour with a dark seam running up the back. Can't wait to try these babies on, Kristen told herself, bet they look and feel fabulous.

Finally, she turned her attention to the large bag. What she pulled from the bag surprised her no end. "Wow!’ she exclaimed out loud; her heart started to race a little and she could feel her pulse pounding in her ears. It was a bright red latex dress, beautifully made and incredibly sexy. She went to the bathroom and held the dress up against her body, studying it in the mirror. It was about knee-length, long sleeved, with a high neck and zippered up the back. The shoulders were cut away, so that from the front, it looked like it was sleeveless with attached shoulder-length gloves. There was a triangular patch cut out of the front so as to reveal her cleavage. Never in her wildest dreams had she ever imagined owning or wearing something like this. She felt herself becoming damp just thinking about wearing this dress.

Kristen had done some research on the Web, after the first package had arrived. Typing in 'latex rubber clothing' in the search engine had revealed a surprising number of sites, far more than she would have guessed. Latex clothing was big business, she discovered. She had visited a number of vendor sites and was astonished by the depth and variety of items they had for sale. She also found out that quality rubber was very expensive. That dress must easily have cost hundreds of dollars. She thought, Still, if he can afford 'La Pigalle", I guess he can afford a dress like that. Nevertheless, it was still a very generous gift, and certainly way more than she could afford on her librarian's salary.

She noted that both the dress and stockings were lightly powdered on the inside, and from her research she knew that powder was needed to help get tight fitting latex on without tearing. Hence the rubber polish - any excess powder that got on the outside of the rubber could be polished off. She couldn't wait any longer - she had to try all this stuff on.

She decided to take a quick shower before she changed. She got a spare hanger from the closet and hung the dress up, so that some of the wrinkles would have a chance to straighten themselves out. The stockings she laid out on the side of the bed; she fetched the rubber pants and corset from their drawer and placed them next to the stockings. A complete rubber outfit.

The shower felt good and she luxuriated in the hot water for ten minutes. As she showered, she kept imagining herself wearing that dress. Her pussy started to dampen again and she rubbed her clitoris softly, moaning to herself a little. Finally she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, grabbing the towel off the peg. She quickly dried herself, then applied some anti-perspirant to her under-arms, anticipating that things could get a little warm later on. Her excitement began to rise again as she stepped out of the bathroom and viewed all the rubber lying there on her bed.

First the rubber panties. As she had so many times before, she coated the dildo and butt-plug with a little K-Y jelly. Sitting on the side of the bed, she eased the panties over her feet, up her legs until the tip of the dildo was just touching her labia. She pushed the dildo into her vagina, grunting with pleasure as the shaft entered her. Finally it was buried deep inside her and it felt wonderful. Then she turned her attention to the butt-plug. She tightened her sphincter muscles and gave the slim rubber rod a firm shove and it slipped easily into her ass. She pulled the panties all the way over her buttocks and the tension in the rubber held both members firmly in place and forced the rubber nodules to rub against her clitoris.

Next came the corset. She pulled the limp latex over her legs, up over the panties and up her chest. She put her arms through the straps and adjusted the bra cups so that her breasts were nestled properly in position. The raised rubber nodules started to make her nipples stiffen. She folded down the top inch of her panties, smoothed the corset over her stomach, then rolled the panties back over the edge of corset to make a smooth seam.

Now for those stockings. They went on remarkably easily, despite their tightness - the powder certainly helped a lot. They felt cool on her skin as she pulled them over her calves and thighs. She loved the way they hugged her legs with uniform pressure, like hands massaging her. The scalloped upper section of the tights fitted comfortably over her panties, giving her legs a very sexy stocking-and-suspenders look. Wow, I look great in these, she mused. I should buy stockings more often. The toes and heels were reinforced with a thicker layer of rubber - a sensible precaution considering that they would see a lot of wear and tear.

Finally she took the dress of its' hanger. At first she couldn't decide if it would be easier to put the dress on over her head or from the bottom. She decided to try the latter. She pulled down the back zipper most of the way, then stepped into the dress. With the zipper open. It was a relatively simple matter to draw the dress up over her hips. The top half of the dress hang down from the waist. She pushed her left arm into the sleeve and thrust her hand out of the wrist hole. It gripped her arm tightly, but again the powder made things go smoothly. The right arm went on as easily as the left. She positioned her breasts so that matched the cups of the dress, the exposed area of the upper revealing an agreeable mount of cleavage. She noticed that her erect nipples were poking through the rubber, which was stretched taught across her breasts.

With everything in place, she started to close the zipper. With a woman's practised skill, she pushed the zipper as far up the back as she could reach with her hand behind her back. Then she reached up over her shoulder and felt for the tab. With a little stretching and twisting, she was able to grab it and pull it to the top of her neck. Finally, the dress was on and fully closed. She smoothed the sleeves and the body of the dress, working the wrinkles out of it. The effort of getting it on had made her a little sweaty and she was glad that she used the anti-perspirant. Looking down at her legs she noticed that some powder had got on to her stockings. She hurried to the kitchen, got out a cloth from under the sink, moistened it and applied some of the polish to the rag. As promised the polish soon eradicated the powder, and she continued to apply it to her legs. The damp rag felt cool against her skin, so she added some more polish and buffed up her dress and gave it a deep lustrous shine. She replaced the bottle back on the counter, then headed back to the bathroom to look at herself in the mirror again.

The exposed shoulders showed off her bare skin nicely and the contrast between the deep red of the dress and the creamy white of her skin looked great. She appreciated the coolness that the bare shoulders afforded her. She loved the way her partially exposed breasts looked too - her tits had never looked better! All in all I look amazing in this dress, she thought, and he was spot on about my size. Though the dress was tight and hugged every curve, it was comfortable and of course, felt wonderful - like a full body massage. As she walked, the dildo and butt-plug worked their magic and once again she felt herself becoming aroused. With the added thrill of the rubber hose and dress. She couldn't believe this was really happening. If someone had told her six weeks ago that she would be walking around her condo dressed only in rubber, with rubber dildos in her cunt and ass, she would have called them crazy. But here was doing just that and loving it. It was strange old world!

Well, whoever this guy is, I have a lot to thank him for, she said to herself. He's certainly put some excitement back in my life. She was already starting to think about her dinner date with this mystery man on Saturday. Could she really wear this stuff out in public? She knew one thing for sure, she'd be wearing that leather coat all right - there was no way she was going out dressed like this! Today was Wednesday, so she had three days to get herself ready for the big night. She already decided to get her hair done -it was looking decidedly ratty and certainly not up to 'La Pigalle' standards. Besides she wanted to look her best for this guy - he deserved it.

The whole process of getting her rubber clothing on had taken about 45 minutes and she realised she was getting hungry. She didn't have time to cook something from scratch, so she pulled a one-person lasagne from the freezer and popped it in the microwave, setting it for about 12 minutes on high. She decided to celebrate with a glass of wine. There was a half-empty bottle of Chianti in the fridge and she took it out to let it warm up a little. As the pasta was heating she set herself a place setting at the table. A couple of minutes she heard the microwave chime and she took out the hot dish and carried it over to the dining table. As she ate her meal, she thought to herself, The meal on Saturday will be a little nicer than this stuff - I hope.

After dinner she piled the few dishes in to the dishwasher - they could wait until the morning. Now for the hard decision - to keep her rubber clothing on for a while longer or get undressed again. It was really no contest - she was enjoying herself too much to take things off right away. She decided she would give herself a couple of hours of pleasure before bedtime. But she didn't want to damage the latex before her date on Saturday - that was another thing her research had told her, rubber could be easily damaged without due care. So she took her glass of wine over to the couch and placed it on the coffee table. She scanned the TV guide - the usual crap on the box. There was a movie on HBO that she vaguely heard of that seemed fairly interesting, so she flipped channels till she found it, already started.

Whether it was the wine, food, the long day or maybe the excitement of the previous couple of hours she wasn't sure, but Kristen found herself nodding off in front of the TV. She woke with a start, finding that she had missed about thirty minutes of the movie. Time for bed I think, she decided, and it's going to take me a while to get undressed again. She had read somewhere that the easiest and quickest way to take rubber off was in the shower, so she headed for the bathroom and turned on the water. Fairly soon the water was at the right temperature and she stepped into the stall. It felt strange to have the hot water running over her body yet not be getting wet! Slowly she peeled off all the wet rubber and let it fall to the floor. She missed the tactile pleasure of the tight latex caressing her body and she looked forward to wearing it again soon.

She towelled herself try, then fetched a long tee shirt from the closet and a couple of hangers. Still naked, she went back to the shower and arranged the soggy rubber garments on the hangers. They should drip dry by the morning, she thought, then I can powder them again and they'll be ready for the next time. She pulled the tee shirt over her head and brushed her teeth. As she climbed into her bed, she thought back over the evening’s events and smiled a little. And a good time was had by all! Within minutes she was soundly asleep.

The days before her dinner date seemed to drag by with agonising slowness. To Kristen it seemed as though time had slowed to a crawl. She deliberately refrained from wearing any of her rubber items, so as to increase her excitement level on the big day. She started to fantasise about this man - who could he be, how did he know so much about her, what did he look like? Finally, Saturday arrived. She had a made an appointment at the beauty salon for a styling and a manicure. She took a brief shower, figuring that she'd have a long bath later in the day.

The beauty salon was in a local strip mall, about 5 minutes from her condo. The weather, for a change, was dry and bright - a welcome break from the dreary drizzle that the Puget Sound was famous for. As she drove to the salon, Kristen thought about her upcoming date. La Pigalle was downtown - about a thirty-minute drive, provided the bridges were clear. She was little worried about the valet parking - her tired old Subaru would look a little out of its element at such a fancy restaurant. Oh what the fuck, she thought, I'll smile nicely at the valet and he won't care.

The salon was busy and she had to wait for her appointment. Her stylist was in a chatty mood, but Kristen was too wrapped up in her thoughts to really pay much attention. She had her hair washed, cut and styled and was very pleased with the results. Her jet-black hair was trimmed into a slightly retro looking bob and shone with a lustre that she hadn't seen in weeks. She moved from the haircutting area to the manicurist’s chair and had her nails done with a colour that she figured was nearly a perfect match with her dress.

It took nearly an hour and a half to finish her appointment and as Kristen headed home, she tried to figure out what to that afternoon. It was such a nice day that she decided that, after lunch, she'd head for the park and take a walk. The fall colours would be at their peak she reckoned and the exercise would do her good. Her job didn't give her much chance for regular exercise and any time she could get some fresh air was welcome. There was a deli near the park and she stopped in for a bowl of soup and a sandwich. The park was crowded with folks taking advantage of the rare sunshine - walking their dogs, playing Frisbee, couples strolling together holding hands. As she walked, Kristen thought back to the days when she and her Steve had done the same thing - it had seemed so good then.

She arrived back at her condo around 3:30 , feeling refreshed and invigorated by the brisk walk. She had planned on leaving for dinner at 7:15 , which meant that she would start her preparations around five. She read the newspaper and skimmed a few magazines for a while, then went to the bedroom to lay out her clothes. She hung the dress up on the back of the door, the panties, corset and stockings she placed on the bed. She found the red shoes he had asked her to wear and saw that they indeed were a very good match for the dress. She was still mystified by how he knew so much about her - had he been spying on her? Anyway all would be revealed tonight.

She went to the bathroom and started her bath, adding some scented bath oils to the tub. Soon the bath was full and she undressed, throwing her clothes into the laundry hamper. Kristen stepped into the tub and settled down into the hot, fragrant water. The heat was very relaxing and soon she was dozing lightly, daydreaming about the upcoming night. As she thought about what she would be wearing in a short while, her excitement grew and she started getting aroused all over again. Stop it, she said to herself, wait 'til tonight. You'll have plenty of time to get all worked up.

As the bath started to cool she stood up and grabbed the big fluffy bath towel off the rail and wrapped herself in it. Her skin felt soft and smooth as she towelled herself dry. Once again she applied a generous layer of lightly scented anti-perspirant to her body. She brushed her teeth for a couple of minutes, then gargled with mouthwash, enjoying the minty after-taste in her mouth. She stepped out of the bathroom into the bedroom and picked up the rubber panties. Once well lubricated, she slipped the phallus and butt-plug into place and pulled the panties tight over her buttocks. Then came the corset, the lower portion smoothed over her stomach and neatly tucked under the top of the panties. As usual, the stimulation of the bra and panties started to arouse her and she felt her nipples harden.

Next came the rubber stockings, well powdered, and they slid up her legs with ease. The sculpted upper section fit comfortably over her panties and she straightened the rear seams. With her undergarments on and nicely fitted with no wrinkles, she took the dress off its hanger. Just like the first time she tried it on, she was able to get into it without any problems and within a few minutes it was zipped up. She smoothed out the wrinkles, straightened the sleeves and made some minor adjustments to the bust line. Kristen went over to the dresser, trying to decide what jewellery to wear with her outfit. She tried on several necklaces before deciding on a faux pearl choker with 4 strands of medium size pearls. Finally she slipped her feet into the red leather high-heeled pumps, to see how they looked; she was going to drive to the restaurant in sneakers, then change into her dress shoes when she got there.

Kristen went back to the bathroom and pulled the latex polish out from under the sink. Using a damp cloth and a little polish she buffed up her dress to a deep shine and cleaned up the remnants of powder on her stockings. She massaged her breasts with the cool cloth and her nipples responded. The final step was to apply some make-up - eye shadow, mascara and lipstick, a deep lustrous red that complimented her dress and shoes. A quick check in the mirror to see the results of her work - she smiled at the reflection in the glass. She was pleased with what she saw; I think he'll be happy with the way I look, she thought. She checked her watch - it was a little before 7PM . Right on time.

She strode back into the living room, picking up her shoes from the bedroom as she passed. Her long leather coat was hanging from the hat rack in the hallway. It felt cool against her rubber dress as she put it on. With the coat buttoned up, it was nearly impossible to tell what she was wearing underneath it. Closer inspection of her legs might reveal that her stockings were not the usual nylon, but from a distance and in the dark no one would be the wiser.

She stepped out of her condo, pulled the door shut and headed for the elevators. The hall was quiet and deserted while she waited for the lift to arrive. She rode the elevator down to the parking garage and walked to her car, once again wishing that she could afford a nicer vehicle. Well at least it's paid for, she thought, and reasonably reliable. She had bought it mainly for the all-wheel drive feature, which came in handy on the few snowy days and if she wanted to go into the mountains. She backed out of her stall, turned on the headlights and headed for the exit. The evening was still dry and clear, the sky full of stars under a bright moon - all in all a very pleasant evening to be going downtown. She drove the well-lit back streets to the ramp that let to the bridge. The floating bridge, one of two that connected the city to its eastern suburbs was busy but moving at freeway speeds and she had no trouble in merging into traffic.

On Friday, Kristen had downloaded a map of the restaurant's location from the Web. She had studied it before leaving and was confident that she would have no trouble finding it. The traffic slowed as the highway merged with the freeway that ran north-south through the city, and she started to move across to the right lane to exit. The city looked beautiful under the clear night sky, the Space Needle glowing like a beacon. As she made her way off the freeway and on to the city streets, she saw that the city was still fairly quiet for a Saturday evening.

She arrived at La Pigalle at ten minutes to eight and as she had guessed, the restaurant had valets outside the entrance waiting to park her car. She pulled up to the curb and lowered the passenger window. As the valet approached the car, she lent over and told him to hold on for a minute while she changed shoes. He nodded and went around to the driver’s side, ready to open the door for her when she was done. She slipped off the sneakers, threw them on to the floor on the passenger side and picked her dress shoes off the seat next to her.

The valet opened the door for her and as she got out of her she gave him a big smile, which had the desired effect. The young man blushed a little as he handed her the claim ticket.

As she walked under the long blue canopy into the restaurant, Kristen started getting a little nervous. I don't even know this guy’s name. What if people can see what I'm wearing? Oh well, too late now, she thought. The restaurant was crowded and a number of people were waiting for their tables, mostly dressed fairly formally, which was unusual for the normally casual Seattlites. Men in suits and tuxedos, women in formal gowns and evening wear. As she approached the maitre d'hotel's station, she felt even more uncomfortable about her clothing. The maitre'd smiled at her as she neared his desk.

"Ah bonjour, Madamoiselle Spencer, and welcome to La Pigalle. Your dinner guest is waiting for you at his table. May I take your coat?"

Kristen was a little surprised that he knew her name, but her date must have described her in some detail. "No, I think I'll keep it with me", she replied, praying to herself that the table would be in a secluded part of the room

He led her through the bustling restaurant to the rear of the room; all the way Kristen was sure all eyes were on her. She was enormously relieved to see that they had a darkened booth - the other diners would be able to see a very pretty woman dressed in a striking red dress, but should be unable to tell she was dressed from head to foot in rubber. Finally she would get to meet her blind date.

The man sitting in the shadows got up out of his seat and extended his hand in greeting.

"Hi, I'm Richard", he said giving her hand a firm and confident shake. "Thanks so much for coming."

"Hello Richard, I'm Kristen", realising as she said it that of course he already knew her name. "Thanks for inviting me."

In the few seconds of their greeting, Kristen was able to make a quick assessment of her date. He was a little over six feet tall, slim - maybe 185 to 190 pounds - wavy light brown hair, somewhere in his mid-thirties. He had a rugged outdoorsy look to him, fairly athletic, she guessed, not particularly handsome, but certainly not unattractive. He smiled broadly at her.

" I see your wearing the coat and shoes I recommended. Would you like to take that coat off - you must be getting a little warm by now?"

She replied a little hesitantly "I'm not sure I'm ready. I feel very self-conscious in this dress. Could you give me a couple of minutes?"

"Of course, I understand. But really there's nothing to worry about. Nobody will be able to tell what you’re wearing in this light, as if they really would care anyway. Take your time."

As he spoke, she thought she detected a slight accent - British maybe. She felt a little awkward standing there next to their table. The other guests around them were deep in conversation or busy eating, not noticing them at all. "OK then, here goes nothing", she said nervously.

She unbuttoned her coat and he stepped behind her to help her with it. As the coat slid off her shoulders, she suddenly felt much cooler. She felt his gaze upon her and his smile widened.

"You look absolutely stunning, Kristen, as I knew you would. Please take a seat."

"Thanks, Richard", she replied as she slid into the leather-seated booth, "I guess I have a lot to thank you for."

He took his seat across the table from her and there was a few seconds of awkward silence. "Can I order you a cocktail?” he said finally.

He motioned to the waiter and ordered two gin and tonics over ice. "I'm sure you must have a thousand questions to ask me", he said as the waiter left with their order.

"You bet I do. I want to know who you are, how you know so much about me and why you're sending me all that rubber stuff, which I love by the way."

"Okay, a brief personal history. My name is Richard Palmer. I was originally born in London , but my parents emigrated to the States when I was five, so I've spent nearly all my life here - first in L.A. , then in Seattle . I'm in software - well actually I have my own software company, we make educational games for kids."

He smiled at her reference. "Yes, I was one of Bill's minions for a while. Then I cashed in my stock options and started my own company."

So, I was right about the money, she thought, He's probably worth several million. I may just grow to like this guy. Their drinks arrived and they clinked glasses. She took a long sip of her cocktail and settled back against her seat.

"OK, you're an ex-Brit. with a lot of spare cash. But how do you know so much about me - and why all the rubber gear?” she asked.

"Good questions and they deserve good answers. First off, let me assure you I'm not some weirdo creep who's been spying on you. I actually don't know all that much about you. I do know that your name is Kristen Spencer, that you work at the library and that you've been divorced about two years now. I got your address from the phone book."

"Well actually, we have met several times - at the library in fact. I bought a new house in the area recently and I came in to get a library card. Since then I've been in many times - not that you helped me every time."

As she studied him, she realised that indeed he did seem a little familiar. But in her job she saw hundreds of people every day and it was hard to remember all those faces. The headwaiter came over to their table and asked if they were ready to order. Neither had even picked up the menu yet, so Richard asked for ten minutes grace.

"So what made you think I'd even be even remotely interested in wearing rubber clothing, net alone something as wicked as those panties you sent me?"

Richard blushed. "Well it's kind of a long story. You see when I first saw you I was struck by the remarkable resemblance you had to my wife - my ex-wife I should say."

"No, my wife died in a car accident about three years ago," he said wistfully, "Some drunken bastard - excuse me - ran a red light and smashed into her. At least it was quick. He didn't even get a scratch."

She stretched out her hand to hold his across the table. "I'm so sorry Richard. You must have been devastated."

"Thank you. Yes, I was. I was a wreck for a year. I just threw myself into my business - you know working 12, 14 hours a day, like my early days at Microsoft. It helped a little and of course my company flourished. Eventually I was able to cut back to an easier pace and relax a little. I still miss her."

"Richard, do you have a picture of your wife - I'd like to see it if you don't mind", Kristen asked, feeling a little forward asking for such a personal thing. But she wanted to make sure he wasn't feeding her a line just to get in her pants.

"Sure. Let me find it", he replied, fishing for his wallet in the inside pocket of his jacket. "Here, this is one taken at our five year wedding anniversary, shortly before she died."

He handed her a photograph protected by a clear plastic sleeve. It showed Richard and his wife clinking champagne glasses at a restaurant, smiling broadly at the camera. The woman did look very much like her - hair a little lighter maybe - but a very close resemblance indeed.

"What was your wife's name - she was very pretty", Kristen said after studying the picture for a few seconds.

" Sharon . And yes she was - and so are you. Have I told you just how stunning you look in that dress?"

Kristen smiled at the compliment. "Talking of the dress, you haven't explained the rubber gifts."

The waiter interrupted them again and they finally got down to studying the menu. Kristen gasped at the prices on the menu, but she figured a multi-millionaire would have no problem picking up the tab. She eventually settled on steak Diane with a tossed green salad to start. Richard went with rack of lamb with steamed mussels as an appetiser. He ordered a bottle of vintage claret. After they had given their orders to the waiter, they settled back in their seats and looked at each other for several seconds. I'm really starting to like this guy, she thought. I hope he likes me. Which really was a stupid question - he had invited her out, hadn't he?

Richard broke the silence. "All right let me try to explain the rubber thing. My wife developed a strong attraction for latex early in our marriage. Later as our income increased she was able to build up quite a collection. She just loved wearing the stuff and of course - as any red-bloodied male would - I loved seeing her in it. I started to enjoy wearing it myself and soon we were spending a lot of our free time all dressed up in it - a happy rubber couple you might say. After her death I couldn't bear to wear it any more - it seemed so empty without her there to share it with me."

He paused for a sip of his drink. "Then I saw you at the library about six months ago and was blown away by how much you looked like Sharon . Then I started picturing you wearing some of her outfits. So I took a gamble and sent you those panties. I knew it was long shot, but the worst that would happen is that you throw them in the trash in disgust. You would never know who sent them, so I was safe. Of course I always hoped you try them on and enjoy them. I know my wife loved them."

Kristen smiled, "Well, at first they did go in the trash - I was disgusted by them. But then curiosity got the better of me and I fished them out of the garbage and tried them on. I had never really had anything up my butt before and that took some getting used to. But as you know, I ended up liking them, then loving them and I wore them nearly every day to work. It made me feel so naughty, wearing those panties under my everyday clothes and nobody could tell."

"But I could tell", Richard laughed quietly, "There was a change about you - you looked a little happier or something - it was a look I saw a lot on my wife when she wore them. So after a few weeks I thought I'd try again and sent you the corset. You seemed to adopt that with no problems."

"Hey, by then I was hooked. I started doing some research on the computer to see where I could buy some more. But latex is so damn expensive and with my pitiful librarian's salary, I just couldn't afford anything nice. Then this dress arrived along with your invitation and I couldn't resist. Your so generous, Richard, thank you"

"Just seeing you in that dress is all the thanks I need. I can afford it. I may not be in Bill's league, but I'm still a wealthy man and I can spend my money on things that give me pleasure. And believe me, seeing you happy is very pleasurable to me."

"I still don't understand ". Kristen replied. "Yes, I do remind you of your wife I admit, you have a lot of money and apparently you’re a very generous man. But why all this special attention on me? There must be any number of lovely women who would go out with you?"

They were interrupted by the arrival of their starters. Richard's bowl of mussels smelled wonderful and Kristen was impressed by the variety of greens in her salad. Her first bite of her salad confirmed what her eyes had told her - the dressing was sublime. Richard was also obviously enjoying his steamed shellfish. Both sat and ate in silence for a few minutes, relishing their respective meals.

Richard eventually put down his fork and swallowed a mouthful of mussels. "Yes, I suppose I could have dated any one of many women, but there was something about you - not just the similarity to my wife - that attracted me. You were so pretty, yet sad and somewhat lonely, sort of just going through the motions at the library. Besides my dating skills had lapsed over the years and I'm basically a fairly shy person - the British reserve and all that. So I decided to see if I could help cheer you up a bit and maybe get a date at the same time. I hope you don't mind?"

Kristen considered what he had said for a few seconds as she wiped her mouth with her napkin. "It's true - I have been in a sort of funk since my marriage broke up. I was very down on myself, thinking I was at fault for the divorce. But I didn't realise it was that obvious to other people. I actually thought I was covering up pretty well. I enjoy my job at the library and I like meeting people; but you're right, I could use a little excitement in my life now and then. Hey, and you've certainly done that for me, with bells on!"

Richard smiled warmly, "We only serve to please. Seriously though, I don't want you to think that just because I've bought you these expensive gifts that you are in any way indebted to me for anything. If after tonight, you decide you never want to see me again, then fine. I admit I'll be sorely disappointed, but I'll live with your decision. I may have to change libraries again, but that's a minor inconvenience. So after tonight is over, the next step is yours."

Kristen smiled in return, "I don't think you need to worry on that score. I'd love for us to go out again - but maybe something less formal, like a movie and a burger afterwards. Wearing all this rubber is fun, but a girl needs to relax once in a while. I'm even scared to go the ladies room here. What if someone in the john sees me in this dress?'

"Look if you need to take a leak, I know the Maitre'd pretty well. There's an executive bathroom that you can use which is totally private and no one will see you in that dress. Just say the word and I'll call him over."

"Oh, I'm okay for now, but an hour from now with a few glasses of wine in me could be a different story. I make well take you up on that offer. You must dine here a lot to be so well in with the management."

"Actually I do eat here pretty regularly and they usually try and keep this booth for me. One of the advantages of money I suppose."

The waiter reappeared to clear away their plates and several minutes later another waiter arrived with their main courses. The steak Diane was prepared on a little cart next to the table and Kristen admired the skill of the waiter as he prepared the flaming sauce. The wine steward came over with the vintage claret and showed the bottle to Richard, who peered at the label, nodded his approval and waited for the waiter to uncork it. He poured a small taster into the wineglass and Richard swilled it, sniffed and drank down the maroon liquid. He smiled in pleasure, nodded to the wine captain who poured two glasses.

"Cheers," said Richard, raising his glass, "To a long and rewarding relationship."

"Cheers", Kristen echoed and she took a large mouthful of wine, relishing its smooth mellow taste. Richard knew his wines, evidently.

They talked animatedly throughout their meal over a wide range of subjects, including the local sports teams (they discovered they were both basketball fans), movies, politics and of course, the weather. Eventually the conversation came around to work.

"Tell me more about your software firm, Richard, maybe I've heard of them. We do carry some kid's software in the library."

"Well we make educational software for children, from about 3 to 16 years old. We have a number of learning games with characters like 'Tommy the Turtle', ...

"Xetal Inc" Spelled X E T A L. It was a name my wife and I came up with - a sort of inside joke between us."

It took Kristen a couple of seconds to figure out what he meant. "Oh clever", she said eventually. "I get it - latex spelt backwards."

Richard grinned "Yeah, I know it's corny but you have to call your company something. We have a good bunch of people - very loyal and talented. It helps that I pay them well. We're a private company, so their are no stock options, but I compensate them in other ways. We had gross sales of nearly 20 million dollars last year. Were small enough not to attract the attention of the big guys, especially Microsoft, who could kill us if we got too successful."

Kristen nodded in agreement; "I know what you mean. Microsoft will absorb anything that threatens them - just like the Borg."

Their conversation continued through dessert (Creme Brule for Kristen and Baked Alaska for Richard which they ended up sharing anyway) and coffee. Kristen stole a quick look at her watch - she was surprised to see it was already after eleven. Finally the headwaiter arrived with the check. Richard laid his credit card down on top of the leather pouch without even looking at the bill. Kristen did some quick math in her head. That meal must have cost over two hundred dollars, she figured, but it's like pocket change to him. The waiter left with the card an returned quickly with the credit card slip for Richard to sign. He signed the receipt and Kristen noticed he added a generous tip. No wonder they like him here, she thought.

As Kristen slid out of the booth (her dress sticking a little to the leather seat), Richard got out before her and collected her coat. He stepped behind her and helped her get the coat on. He donned his own coat and together they walked to the restaurant entrance. Richard exchanged a few words with the maitre d'hotel, who smiled and wished them a good evening. As they exited the lobby, Richard held Kristen's hand and squeezed it lightly. He took Kristen's valet ticket and handed it along with his and a ten-dollar bill to the valet.

"Are you going to be alright driving home, Kristen?” he asked. "I can call you a cab and have your car driven over tomorrow morning if you like."

"No' I'll be fine. I started drinking coffee about an hour ago and my head is clear. Plus it's a nice dry night for driving for a change."

Richard was quiet for a couple of seconds. "Look Kristen, I had a great time tonight - probably the best night I've had since my wife died. I'd really like to see you again. I have some business meetings out of town next week, but I'll be back by the weekend. Maybe we could go see a movie together?"

Kristen agreed almost immediately. "Yes, it was a lot of fun for me to. Why don't you give me a call when you get back to town to finalise times etc? But Saturday night is good for me too. Actually any night is good for me - I don't have much of a social life anyway."

The two cars arrived, a study in contrasts. Kristen's rather beat-up Subaru and Richard's brand-new looking Lexus SUV. Richard escorted her around to the driver's door of her and opened it for her. As they stood by the open door, Richard leant over and kissed her on the lips - more than a quick peck, but not a full-blown deep kiss either. Kristen responded by kissing him back with a little more passion.

"Thank you for a great evening, Richard", she said breathlessly as she broke their embrace, "and thank you again for all the wonderful gifts."

"My pleasure, Kristen, and enjoy them while I'm away", he replied as he helped her into the car. She slid into the seat and reached over for her sneakers, taking of her dress shoes before she shut the door. As she drove away from the restaurant, she gave him a big smile and a wave. He waved back as he slid into the seat of his car. She saw him pull away from the curb in her rear-view mirror. What a night, she thought, maybe we're on to something special here.

She drove home without incident, the floating bridges being fairly quiet at that time of night. It took her only twenty minutes to reach her parking garage. As she stepped into her condo, she reflected on the evening’s events and smiled to her self. How was she going to wait until next Saturday before seeing him again?

Kristen stood excitedly in the lobby waiting for Richard to arrive. He had called her the night before to set up their date. She'd had a long and anxious week waiting for his call, but true to his word he had phoned as soon as he got home from his business trip. They had talked briefly about their respective weeks of work. Richard's trip had gone well and was confident new business would be coming to XETAL Inc in the near future. Kristen had spent most of the week thinking about him and looking forward to their date.

"Well, I was thinking we could go to an early movie, then get some dinner. I wouldn't mind seeing that new Steve Martin picture, "Bowfinger' - it got some good reviews.” Kristen replied. She had got into the habit of watching movies in the afternoon, as they were cheaper and less crowded. "It’s playing at the Galleria at 5:15 ."

Now as she stood looking out of the lobby windows waiting for Richard to arrive, her excitement grew. She had dressed in black stretch pants; a thick white ribbed wool turtleneck and a brown leather jacket. Under her clothes she was wearing her rubber panties and corset and they felt great against her skin. She looked at her watch - it was a couple of minutes before he was due. Just then she spotted his silver Lexus entering the parking lot and she stepped out of the lobby to meet him. He waved to her and pulled the car over to the curb. He reached over and opened the door for her, smiling at her as she slid into the leather seats.

"Wow, you're a sight for sore eyes - you look wonderful", Richard exclaimed. "I missed you this week and all through those long boring meetings all I could think about was you."

"And I was thinking about you too, Richard. That week at the library was a very long one. You don't look too bad yourself."

Richard was wearing black Levi's, a black turtleneck sweater and a grey sports jacket in what looked like cashmere. She leant over to kiss him and they embraced for a long passionate kiss. Richard pulled the car away from the curb and entered the traffic, heading south towards the movie theatre. As he drove, Kristen looked around the car, admiring it's luxurious and stylish interior.

"Nice car, Richard - certainly puts my old heap to shame. I wish I could afford something better than my Subaru."

"Yes I like it - it's very comfortable, safe and versatile. I rarely drive my old Jag anymore."

Kristen was surprised he had another car, especially one like that. "You have a Jaguar as well?"

"Yes. It was one of the first things I bought when I cashed in my stock. As a kid I'd always promised myself I'd get one when I got rich. So I bought an XJS."

Kristen was unfamiliar with that model, but nevertheless was impressed. She was silent for a few minutes, deep in thought.

"I was wondering if that night you were wearing any rubber under your suit? After all I was dressed from head to toe in the stuff."

Richard laughed. "As a matter of fact I was. I had on a pair of rubber briefs with attached cock-and-ball sheath and a butt-plug. I'm telling you it was all I could do keep my erection under control seeing you in that dress."

Kristen blushed a little at the compliment and his candour. They were approaching the movie theatre, which formed part of three-level shopping centre. Richard parked in the underground parking and they rode the escalator up to the third floor. They were only a few couples waiting in line and they took their seats with about fifteen minutes before the movie started. They were seated near the back, off to one side, well away from other patrons. Kristen removed her jacket and laid it on the seat next to her. The theatre started to fill up a little bit but nobody sat near them. Finally the lights dimmed and the previews started. Richard put his hand on Kristen's leg and squeezed her thigh and she enjoyed the warmth of his hand. She let it rest there for several minutes, then moved his hand to lie on her crotch. Richard looked over and smiled; he took her hand and placed over his groin. Kristen could already feel his member starting to stiffen under her fingers. He started rubbing her mound, pushing the dildo deeper into her moist vagina. She squirmed in her seat a little forcing the butt-plug deeper into her anus. Her hand strayed to Richard's fly - very slowly she pulled the zipper down and pushed her hand inside. As she had guessed he was wearing rubber briefs and his now rapidly stiffening penis was sheathed in thin latex.

As the movie started, they kept at their mutual masturbation, trying to concentrate on the movie and not make any noise. As she neared a climax, Kristen found it very difficult to stay silent. Richard too was breathing heavily and whispered words of encouragement into her ear. She could hardly believe that she was wanking off in the movie theatre like some horny teenager. Eventually she did climax and a few seconds later she felt Richard spasm and shoot his wad into the rubber sheath. With the mutual lusts temporarily satisfied they were able to get back to watching (and enjoying) the movie, which turned out to be one of Steve Martin's better and funnier movies in a long time. Kristen snuggled closer to Richard and laid her head on his shoulder.

As they exited the theatre, Richard whispered in her ear "Well that was fun, wasn't it? I'll have to rent that to see how the movie started."

Kristen smiled and nodded in agreement. They both needed to visit the restrooms - both to pee and clean up from the sexual activity earlier. After cleaning up they rode the escalator down to the second floor and browsed the book and record store for twenty minutes, then headed down to car. As they approached the car, Richard unlocked the doors with his remote and said to Kristen "Now where to? Fancy some dinner?"

"How about the Keg?", Kristen answered "I'd like a good steak and they have a great salad bar."

Richard drove back towards Kristen's condominium - the restaurant was about halfway between the movie theatre and her place. The parking lot was still less than half full as they pulled in. Richard jumped out and went around to the passenger side to open the door for her. They walked to the restaurant hand in hand. Still being fairly early, they had no wait for a table and the hostess ushered them to a quiet booth near the salad bar. As they slid in opposite each other, they both smiled, enjoying the sensation of their respective butt-plugs as they slid into their seats.

They studied their menus for a couple of minutes, made their selections and sat back, looking at each other. They stared at each other with a mixture of lust and amusement. Richard broke the silence.

"Kristen, why don't you tell me a bit about yourself. How come a gorgeous woman like you is still single?"

"Well, there's not a whole lot to tell. I was born in Minneapolis , but moved here about ten years ago. Both my folks are dead and I have no close family. Seattle seemed like a great place to start over. So here I am. I've worked at the library for about four years now."

"Steve and I met two years after I moved out here and we dated for about a year. We got married in '94 and the first few years were great. We bought the condo, Steve had good job - he was an engineer - and life seemed great. Then out of the blue he said he wanted a divorce."

"Yeah. I had no idea. Some blond bimbo where he worked - younger and prettier than me I guess."

"I find that hard to believe", Richard assured her, "he must have been crazy to lose you. Your so beautiful, classy, smart and funny - what more could a guy want?"

"Thanks, Richard, you’re very sweet. But after we broke up I was really down on myself - blaming myself for the break-up. I just wanted out - I didn't even ask for any alimony. But I did get the condo. - Free and clear. I haven't heard a word from him in over a year. I think he and his new wife have moved out of state."

"I'm sorry your marriage didn't work out, Kristen. Hey, one mans loss is another's gain. I'm so glad we got to meet."

They ordered their meal and ate it leisurely over an hour and a half. They talked spiritedly during the meal and Kristen grew more and more attracted to Richard - he was so easy to talk to and had a great sense of humour. When the time came to leave, Richard helped her with her jacket. As they walked back to the car, Richard stopped, pulled her to him and gave her a great big kiss, with plenty of tongue. Kristen responded by throwing her arms around his shoulders and hugging him tighter.

As they drove back along the lake towards Kristen's condo, Richard seemed preoccupied.

"No, I was just getting up enough nerve to ask you over to my place for a drink."

Kristen thought this kind of strange for a man who had bought her all that kinky rubber gear and who had just been in a mutual masturbation session with her, but she realised it was a facet of Richard's innate shyness and lack of recent dating experience.

He grinned and seemed very relieved that Kristen had taken the lead in extending the relationship. They turned off the street into the parking lot of some expensive looking condominiums on the edge of the lake. Kristen had often driven past them and admired them from afar, knowing how expensive they must be.

They rode the elevator up from the parking lot - each condo had it's own private elevator and two parking stalls. The elevator opened out into a marble-floored lobby with the living rooms arranged around the three sides. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Kristen could see the lights of the city in the distance across the lake. The living room was large and well-furnished - white Italian leather sofa and matching love seat facing a huge natural stone fireplace. An entertainment centre and big screen TV dominated one wall. Some beautiful prints dotted the walls. All in all tastefully furnished, but obviously a bachelor's home. Richard took her coat and hung it in the closet next to the elevator. He motioned Kristen to sit down on the couch.

"Can I get you a drink?", Richard asked as she took a seat and sunk into the plush leather.

"Thanks. I'll have a brandy please this a lovely place, Richard, and that's a great view."

Richard poured the drinks and they sat on the couch and talked. Richard was in a chatty mood and they talked for hours. Kristen was hoping that he would ask her to stay over. Instead he looked at his watch and frowned.

"It's getting late, Kristen, I had better run you home." Seeing the look of disappointment on her face he added. "I'd like to ask you to stay the night, but I want to plan something special for our first night - to make it memorable."

Encouraged by the thought of a future sexual encounter, Kristen cheered up a little and she got up to collect her things. Richard drove her back to the condominium in less than ten minutes and they shared a passionate embrace in the car before she got out. They arranged to met the next day and go for a walk around Green Lake , weather permitting. Reluctantly, Kristen got out of the car and walked over to her building; she stopped at her door and waved to Richard as he drove off. Wonder what he has in mind for this special evening, she though as she rode the elevator to her floor.

Over that next week, Kristen and Richard went out on several dates including a basketball game and another movie. A couple of times Richard popped into the library during the afternoon to say hi and one time he brought her flowers, much to the delight of her colleagues who then proceeded to make all sort of inquires about her handsome new boyfriend. Kristen didn't reveal that he was a millionaire, she just wanted to keep things simple for the time being.

Kristen drove into the parking garage at 6.00 and parked in one the visitor stalls. Richard's Jaguar and Lexus were parked in front of his private elevator. She punched in the code for the door ('6969') and rode the elevator to his lobby. Richard was waiting for her as she stepped out. He was dressed in his robe, which surprised her a little bit. They embraced and Richard helped her with her coat. He had specifically asked her not to wear any rubber that evening, so she was wearing tweed skirt and a silk blouse. She could smell something cooking in the kitchen and her mouth started watering a little - she had only a very light lunch.

"Well, let's see. Were starting with crab cakes, then baked halibut with Hollandaise sauce, wild rice and asparagus. Tiramisu for dessert.” Richard replied.

Richard blushed. "I must admit I'm not the chef. I ordered it all from one of those gourmet delivery places."

Kristen smiled and walked into the kitchen to take a look. The food was arranged on covered warming dishes and Kristen lifted the lid off one them to see. Richard followed her out of the kitchen and into the lounge. She stood by the windows and stared out at the rapidly darkening horizon.

"Yeah. Get me a vodka-gimlet, would you, Richard. Thanks. How come you didn't want me to wear any rubber tonight? Usually you love me to wear it."

"Normally I do, but tonight I have something special planned. Why don't you look in the spare bedroom while I make you a drink."

Intrigued now, Kristen went into the adjoining room. Laid out on the bed was what Kristen immediately recognized from her Web browsing as a black rubber catsuit. Kristen felt her excitement level go up a notch. So that's what he had in mind, she thought. She picked up the suit off the bed, noticing it was already powdered, and studied it. The suit had attached feet, gloves and hood and zippered up the back with a zip that ran from the crotch in front up to the top of the head. The hood had attached cat 'ears' and Kristen realised she was holding a Catwoman costume. All it lacked was the white stitching and the claws. Kristen had seen the Batman movies, had liked the way Michelle Pfeiffer had looked in it, but thought the white stitching ruined the look of the very sleek outfit.

Richard joined her in the bedroom, her drink in his hand. "So what do you think of the suit?” he asked as he handed it to her.

She took a sip and smiled at him. "This suit is fantastic. You really want me to wear this tonight?"

"Of course I do - you're going to look wonderful in it. Start getting undressed and I'll help you get it on."

Kristen started removing her clothes, feeling a little self-conscious standing there naked in front of Richard for the first time. Richard, meanwhile, was enjoying the sight of her, admiring her firm breasts and shaven pubic region. He picked up the catsuit and pulled the zipper about two-thirds the way down the back, then handed it to Kristen. She sat down on the end of the bed and pulled the legs over her feet. Slowly she worked the skin-tight latex up over her thighs until her feet were neatly in place in the socks of the suit.

"Be careful with your nails as you pull it up", Richard warned her. "It’s really easy to tear."

Finally Kristen had the suit pulled up to her waist, all the wrinkles in her legs smoothed out and her buttocks tightly covered in the shiny black rubber. The wonderful sensation she was getting from the tight latex hugging her legs was making her wet. She slipped one arm into the sleeve and pushed her hand down until was nestled neatly in the attached glove. The left arm was followed by the right and she was able to draw the rest of the suit over her chest, so that her breasts filled the cups. Her nipples stood erect through the taut rubber and the hood hung down over her chest. She slipped her head through the opening at the back of her hood and positioned it correctly over her face. The hood covered her head but left the mouth and nose exposed and it had oversize eyeholes, just like in the movie. As she worked to get herself into this all-enveloping outfit, Richard stood and watched with a mixture of admiration and lust, ready to help her if she needed it.

Kristen stood up and Richard pulled the back zipper all the way to the neck. The zipper on the hood was pulled down to meet it and Richard joined the tabs of the two zippers with a small brass padlock. He picked up a studded rubber and leather collar from the dresser and fastened it around Kristen's neck. He stood back and admired the beautiful catsuited woman standing before him - the very sight of her was making him horny. He collected a bottle of latex polish from the bathroom and spent a couple of minutes buffing the suit to a deep lustrous shine. Kristen enjoyed the soft caressing of the cool cloth as he rubbed it over her body.

"Fits like a glove, thanks and it feels wonderful. This is the most exciting thing I've ever worn in my life - even better than that dress. Now I can understand why your wife liked these things so much."

"Okay now you're suited up I'm going to get changed. Why don't you give me a hand? My suit's in my bedroom."

Richard led her out of the room across the hall and into the master bedroom. There hanging from the closet door was another black rubber catsuit. This one, however, was a copy of the Batman suit; complete with moulded chest piece, cowl and cape. Richard removed his robe to reveal a tanned, lean and muscular body. He was wearing black rubber briefs with a reinforced hole, through which his semi-rigid penis protruded. He removed the cape from the suit and proceeded to get himself in it. Having worn it many times before he was able to get into the suit quite rapidly and within a few minutes, Kristen was zipping him up. She helped him with the cape and soon she found herself face-to-face with Batman. The whole thing was getting kind of surreal. She couldn't believe that she was standing in a millionaire's lakeside condominium dressed as Catwoman and about to sit down to dinner with Batman!

They walked together to the dining room and Richard helped her into her seat. It felt odd to be sitting at the table completely dressed in rubber, and she wondered if eating with gloves on might be difficult. Richard went into the kitchen and returned with a trolley loaded with their food. Before serving the starters, he opened a bottle of champagne that had been chilling in a silver ice bucket. He poured a couple of glasses into champagne flutes then placed the crab cakes in front of Kristen and took his seat opposite her. He raised his glass to make a toast.

They clinked glasses and took long swigs of the champagne. Kristen, though no connoisseur of champagne knew this was no bottle of Cold Duck they were drinking. She smiled at Richard and his eyes gleamed beneath his cowl. The crab cakes were delicious - full of Dungeness crab and nicely spiced. Richard collected the empty plates then dished out the main course. Like the starter, the halibut was perfectly cooked and nicely complimented by the cheesy Hollandaise sauce. The asparagus was still firm and very tender. They chatted at length throughout the meal, Richard explaining more about his software and where they were heading. Richard cleared the dishes and loaded them into the dishwasher, while Kristen sat and finished her champagne.

"Why don't you go into the lounge and I'll bring dessert and coffee through", he called from the kitchen.

Kristen got up and moved over to the living room, sitting down on the love seat. She enjoyed the feeling of walking around in her skin-tight catsuit and she ran her hands over her body, relishing the smoothness of her rubber skin. Richard returned from the kitchen with a tray with two small plates of Tiramisu, coffee, cream and a bowl of brown sugar. He poured two cups and handed one to Kristen - she added cream and sugar. He sat down next to her on the love seat and settled back into the deep leather, his rubber suit squeaking as he did so. He picked up a small remote from the side table next to him and switched on the stereo. Soft classical music filled the room. With the same remote he lowered the lights and turned on the gas fireplace, which burst into flames with an audible whoosh. With the low light, the ambience of the fire, and the closeness of their bodies, Kristen felt in a very romantic mood. They drank their coffee, enjoying the music and each other's company.

"Well this is nice, isn't it?" Richard said finally, "a nice meal, beautiful music and a incredibly sexy woman in a rubber catsuit sitting next to me - it's perfect. I feel happier than have in years - ever since Sharon died."

Kristen murmured her agreement, feeling nicely intoxicated - champagne always did that too her. She finished her dessert and downed the rest of the coffee, then put the plate and cup on the table next to her. She snuggled up closer to him and put her gloved hand atop his groin. Richard, still drinking his coffee, finished it in hurry, took her head in his hands and kissed her, and they played some tonsil hockey for a while. Richard was getting more and more erect as they kissed and Kristen could feel him hardening under her hand. She gently unzipped the crotch zipper and immediately his rigid penis sprung out, pushing through the hole in the front of his briefs. She lowered her head to take his member in her mouth and he moaned in pleasure as her ruby red lips engulfed his shaft.

"Let's move to the floor where we can both have fun" Richard said and carefully lowered himself to the floor with Kristen still sucking his cock. They moved in unison closer to the fire and Richard adroitly rolled Kristen on her back. He reversed position so that he was astride her with his head facing her feet in the classic '69' position. He gently unzipped her crotch and the pink hairless pudenda spilled out. He lowered his head and started to suck, bite and kiss her clitoris. She was already very moist and she thrust herself at his lips and tongue. The fellatio and cuniliingus went on for some minutes, neither wanting to break the passion of the moment.

Richard finally pulled his head from her crotch, licked his forefinger and pushed it gently into her anus. Kristen stiffened for a second as the digit slid in, but soon relaxed and continued giving him head. Emboldened by her reaction he slid a second finger into her rectum and was soon thrusting the fingers in and out of her ass. Kristen was enjoying the anal stimulation so much she eventually stopped her oral activities and lay back on the carpet for a breather.

"Oh God, that feels so fucking good, Richard. I want you to fuck me in the ass - I want a real good butt fucking. Oh please, let Batman ream me out real hard. I want to feel your prick in my ass so bad."

Richard was a little surprised and amused by her language - she was a prim and proper librarian after all, wasn't she? - But he needed no further encouragement. He disengaged himself from her, pulled his fingers from her rectum and stood up.

"Okay, roll over on your knees and stick that lovely butt of yours in the air will you", he said. As she did so he knelt down behind her and pressed the tip of his penis against her ass-hole. "Now as I push in, tighten your sphincter muscles as if you were taking a dump."

She did so and he pushed his rigid member into her anus with an ease and speed that took them both by surprise - she was really wet and he was really hard by now. She sighed in pleasure as he sunk his shaft as far as it would go. Likewise, the tightness of her anus gripping his penis made him feel wonderful and he knew that he wouldn't be able to prevent himself from coming for long. - She looked and felt that good. He started to thrust his hips back and forward, slowly thrusting his penis in and out of her rectum Richard reached around her body with his right hand and massaged her clitoris with his thumb and inserted a finger into her vagina. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at him.

"Oh that's it, Richard. Oh shit that feels so fucking good. Come on fuck my ass. Fuck me harder. Come on ream me out you butt-fucker", she said in a lusty whisper. She kept up the tirade of profanity as Richard increased the ferocity of his thrusting, until his thighs were banging against the buttocks. Finally he could hold back no longer and with some last violent thrusts he came explosively into her anus. When had finished he slumped against her, spent, but he kept up the finger action on her cunt. Finally she let out a long satisfied moan and came with a violent orgasm that seemed to last for minutes. Exhausted, she lowered herself to the floor and lay still, panting and writhing in pleasure. Eventually they were able to calm down and speak.

"Oh man that was fantastic, Richard. One of the best I've ever had. I never knew being taken in the ass could feel so good. My husband never wanted to do anything like the - he was so conventional when it came to sex."

"Thank you, Kristen - that was real special for me too. I never knew you had such a mouth on you though. Listening to you swearing really got me pumped up."

Kristen smiled, a little embarrassed. "I think I was little drunk - I'm not normally as raunchy as that." She laughed, "You know if someone had told me a couple a months ago that I'd be lying here, dressed as Catwoman being screwed in the ass by a millionaire in a Batman outfit, I would have told them they were fucking crazy. Hey but here I am, doing just that."

Richard nodded in agreement. "Well it is a funny old world isn't it. Want to get back on the couch and get a brandy or something?"

They both stood up and zipped themselves closed. Kristen sat back on the love seat, feeling a little sweaty and tired, but very satisfied. Richard went over to the cocktail cabinet and poured two glasses of brandy from a crystal decanter. He handed one to Kristen and sat down next to her. Kristen relished the warm glow as the brandy entered her stomach; she lent back against the sofa and stared at the fire. Richard, too, was deep in thought and he swilled his drink around in its glass. Eventually he spoke.

"I was thinking. I have a cabin in the San Juan's - would you like to go up there next weekend? It's really beautiful and peaceful up there - and we good have a long weekend to get to know each other a little better."

"Mmmmm. That sounds wonderful - I love the islands. They always seem so relaxing and sort of removed from the busy world on the mainland", she answered.

She lent over and kissed him, her hand straying down to his crotch again. She rubbed the heel of her hand over his flaccid member and was rewarded by the faint stirrings under the rubber. Richard smiled at her and moved his hand to her groin. Despite his recent ejaculation, he felt himself ready to indulge in another bout of sexual activity and it was obvious that Kristen was ready and eager to join him. She unzipped herself, then carefully lowered the zipper on his suit and pulled the semi-rigid penis through the opening. A little tongue action got Richard fully erect and she lay on her back, feeling a little cramped in the confines of the love seat. Richard mounted her, missionary style and soon they were moving together like a pair of familiar lovers. Richard, having already ejaculated, was able to keep things going a lot longer this time and he managed to bring Kristen to climax before coming himself. As they lay there on the couch, Richard's penis still inside her, Kristen stroked his rubber-covered head with her glove and whispered her thanks into his ear.

Finally they disengaged themselves from each other and sat up. Richard looked across at Kristen, who was looking very pleased with herself.

"Thank you, Richard, I've been dreaming about the two of us doing that since our first date. You make me feel so good."

"Me too; ever since I saw you in the library I've thought about the two of us together" He paused, "You are going to stay the night aren't you? Maybe will try again in the morning. I'm feeling a little tired - want to go to bed."

"Yes and yes -I'd love to stay over. I really don't want to take this catsuit off though - can we keep them on a bit longer. I just love the way this thing makes me feel and look. It's so sleek and flattering."

"Hey, we can go bed wearing them if you like, but I warn you we probably won't get a lot of sleep tonight", Richard cautioned her.

"Well if things do get too rough, I'll take it off later", she replied and stood up.

She led Richard by he hand to the master bedroom. The covers on the king-size bed were already turned down. She sat down on the right side of the bed as Richard's things were on the nightstand on the left side. She slid into the bed and pulled the duvet over her; Richard slipped in beside her and they cuddled for a while. The combination of the champagne and brandy was making her sleepy and she kissed Richard before rolling over on her side. Richard moved over next to her and soon the two were asleep, spooning together.

Despite Richard's warning Kristen had little trouble falling and staying asleep. Richard on the other hand slept lightly and woke up several times. He lay there looking at he beautiful woman in rubber sleeping next to him and smiled. I'm a very lucky man, he thought, how many men are lucky enough to have met and loved one woman who was into rubber, let alone two? He lay there half asleep watching her and stroking her head; she stirred, still sleeping and rolled over to face him. He could hear her gentle snoring. Eventually he drifted back to sleep and dreamt of Kristen.

They woke up around nine o'clock with the sun streaming through a crack in the drapes. Richard moved over and nuzzled her cheek as Kristen stretched her arms in a big yawn.

"Sleep well did you, love. You were even snoring for a while", Richard whispered in her ear.

Richard pulled the covers down and leant over Kristen's body and started to suckle on her tits, sucking the nipple through the taut latex covering her breasts. After a couple of minutes of that, Kristen had woken up completely and was getting damp. She pressed her knee into Richard's groin and rubbed it vigorously. Richard started to get stiff again. He stopped sucking on her tits and rolled Kristen on to her stomach; Kristen, guessing what he wanted, got up unto her knees and stuck her butt in the air with her head resting on the pillow. Richard reached around under her stomach and pulled the crotch zipper down and around to about six inches past her anus. He had a dildo in one hand and he slipped the lubricated butt-plug into position.

The cool air on her skin and the unexpected anal intruder made Kristen gasp. With the butt-plug in her anus as far as it would go and Richard now fully erect once more, he slid his penis into Kristen's moist vagina with a satisfying grunt. Kristen was impressed by his stamina - he seemed to be able to bang away for a long time. He reached around her body with one hand to fondle her breasts while the other massaged her clitoris. The combination of the simultaneous stimulation of breasts, vagina, clit and rectum brought Kristen to a rapid orgasm and he kept at work until she climaxed again five minutes later. He came seconds later and she could feel his hot semen spurting into her Just as well I'm on the pill, she thought.

Both of them were hot and sweaty by now, having been in their rubber suits for over fifteen hours. Richard unlocked the padlock at Kristen's neck and she removed the collar. She rolled off the bed and stood up with slightly shaky legs. She followed Richard into the bathroom and he turned on the water in the walk-in shower. They entered the shower together and stood under the steaming spray. The water felt really good against her rubber-covered skin as they helped each other get undressed. Soon there was a pile of soggy rubber at their feet and Richard picked up the two suits and hung over the wall of the shower so as not to get any soap on the latex.

They soaped each other down and rinsed themselves off. Richard dropped to his knees and started eating her out again, with water cascading over his head. Kristen stood under the hot water with her eyes closed, enjoying his tongue lapping at her pussy. She hugged him to her, his face buried in her crotch, as she climaxed again. God damn, four times in one day, she thought, all right! Richard stood up and turned off the water. He stepped out of the stall and picked two thick bath towels off the rail and handed one to Kristen.

After drying themselves, they changed into some casual clothes (Kristen had brought some jeans and a sweatshirt with her). Richard had tickets to the Sonics game that afternoon - he had season tickets down at court level and on one occasion she had even talked to some of the players. They had decided to go out for brunch before the game (which was at one o'clock). They rode the elevator down to the basement and got into the Lexus. Within minutes they were on the floating bridge heading for Seattle.

As they drove the narrow winding country road towards the north shore of the island, Kristen was taking in the beautiful scenery. The islands, an short ferry ride from Seattle , were heavily wooded and sparsely populated. Lately they had become a favourite retirement spot for wealthy Californians escaping from LA. It wasn't uncommon to see local bumper stickers proclaiming "No more Californicators" Richard slowed and turned on to a single lane gravel road, marked by a mailbox which simply said 'Palmer'. They drove for a few seconds until the road opened up into a large circular driveway. Before her she could see a large log house, set a few feet down below the level of the driveway. In the distance behind the house was the sea.

Richard got out of the car, went around to the driver’s door and helped Kristen out. She stood for a minute enjoying the beauty of the scene and admiring the house. Richard collected the overnight backs from the trunk and together they went down the half dozen steps to the front door, which looked massive and solid. Richard unlocked it, stepped inside and disarmed the security system and Kristen followed him in. Richard put the two bags down in the entrance foyer and took the two steps down into the sunken living room.

"Wow, this place is fantastic Richard. When you said you had a cabin on the island I was thinking of some little one-room shack. This house is huge."

Richard smiled. "Yes it is great isn't it. Sharon and I bought it a while ago - it was in quite a mess when we got it. But a lot of money and about a year of work got her back to her former glory. We put in a new roof, kitchen, master bathroom, fireplace, we wired it for a computer network and cable, added a back-up generator. Then we replaced the deck, put in a hot tub and redecorated the whole place. It even has a wine cellar and beach access. Sharon and I intended to live here full-time and I'd keep an apartment in town. But of course all our plans went to hell when she died. I still come out here on weekends though.

Richard took her elbow and they moved to the huge floor-to-ceiling windows that dominated the end of the main room. From there they could see the water past the large deck. To her right was a massive stone fireplace running the full height of the room. Off to one side was the dining area with a beautiful cherry table and four high back chairs. A pass-through hatch opened into the kitchen. The kitchen was very modern with a gleaming steel six-burner gas stove in a central island and a matching refrigerator. A breakfast nook occupied a corner near some French doors. Next to the kitchen was a small powder room and beyond that was Richard's study/library/computer room. Floor to ceiling bookshelves covered two walls. A large cherry wood desk dominated the room and on it sat the largest flat-screen monitor Kristen had ever seen. Behind the desk was a large cream leather rocker-recliner.

Back in the living room a hallway led off to the left. On one side of the hall were some sundry small rooms - storage, laundry etc. On the other were the two main bedrooms. The first bedroom, which Richard referred to as the spare, was a large rectangular room with more of the picture windows facing the water. It had a queen-size bed and along one wall were matching closets. The bedroom had it's own en-suite bathroom with marble tub and shower.

Richard led her into the master bedroom, which had a huge king-size four poster bed facing the water. From the bed one could look out at the sea just tens of yards away. It had a large walk-in closet and the bathroom, which Kristen immediately fell in love with, had a large octagonal black Jacuzzi tub and a walk-in shower for two. It even had a bidet, which Kristen had never actually seen in the flesh before.

"Well what do you think, love?” Richard asked Kristen as they went back into the living room. "Think you could get to like this place as much as I do?"

"Like it? I love this house - it's spectacular", she replied, looking out of the windows at the sea and mountains on the horizon.

Richard collected the bags and placed them in the master bedroom while Kristen went into the kitchen to make some coffee. A big silver and black Krups coffee maker stood near the fridge on the polished concrete counter. She filled the pitcher with some ice water and added the freshly ground beans to the hopper. Within a minute the machine was starting to drip coffee. She went back into the bedroom where Richard was unpacking his bag. He had told her she didn't need to bring much - just some toiletries, cosmetics, one change of clothes. This weekend was intended to be a rubber vacation and everything she needed was already here. The weather forecast was predicting some stormy weather for the next few days - perfect for staying indoors, all rubbered up and enjoying each other's company.

"Kristen, why don't you go into the other room and pick out something from Sharon 's collection - that's where she used to keep everything. I'll be with you in a minute", he said as he put her empty bag into the closet.

Intrigued, Kristen hurried next door and threw open the closet. She stood back in amazement. There before her eyes was the largest collection of rubber gear she had ever seen. Hanging from the rod must have been at least a dozen catsuits of varying colours and designs. She examined them more closely. There was five or six black ones - including the Catwoman suit she had worn the previous weekend. They ranged from a simple suit with feet, but no gloves or hood (no doubt to be worn under street clothes), to all-enveloping suits with gloves, hoods and other extras. One even had a pump-up gag with attached inflator in the mouth, similar bulbs at the crotch and no eyeholes. There were catsuits in red, (with and without hoods, including one with contrasting. black breast cups), white, a lovely pewter grey colour, silver and a gorgeous cobalt blue. Talk about spoilt for choice, she thought as she touched each one in turn, how am I going decide which one to wear. Shit, you could outfit a store with all this stuff.

In addition to all the catsuits, there were a large number of dresses, short and long in various colours. There were also a couple of uniforms - a French maid and a nurse - hanging with them. Kristen saw some corsets in with them - half-Basque and full. Opening the drawers in the closet revealed a whole range of undergarments – bras, briefs, stockings - and a another drawer contained a variety of hoods and masks, collars in rubber, leather and steel. She heard Richard enter the room behind her and he stood with her looking at the closet full of rubber clothing. He smiled at her recognising her surprise and delight.

"Quite a collection isn't it? My wife just loved coming up here and spending as much time as possible wearing nothing but rubber. Sometimes when I was away on business she spend a whole week up here all rubbered up"

"This is amazing, Richard - I've never seen anything like it. This lot must have cost a fortune."

"I guess there's about twenty thousand pounds - over thirty thousand dollars - worth in there. I say pounds because they all come from England . We went over there a few years ago and had them all custom made. They actually made a body cast for her and moulded them to her exact shape."

"Well they cover the body in a plaster cast, cut it down the back and make a wax mould out of it, so it's an exact copy of the original. Then they dip into some solvent for a few minutes to remove a thin layer all over, so that it'll be a size or two smaller for a real skin-tight fit. They put into a bath of special liquid latex and out comes the suit. They add zippers and extras afterwards. They also made a separate cast of the head for making masks and hoods. Luckily you and Sharon are very close in size and shape, so you should be able to fit into everything just fine. We may need to get another head cast made though."

"Just how did your wife get to be interested in rubber in the first place, Richard? It's kind of unusual for women to be into latex?” Kristen asked.

"Well, Sharon was shopping at one of the downtown sex shops for a gag gift for me - you know, edible panties or something - when she came across the clothing section upstairs. On a whim she tried on a rubber dress and liked the look and feel of it so she bought it on the spot. After that she bought other stuff off the shelf but they never fit perfectly and were kind of cheaply made, so we started getting things made to measure through mail order."

Kristen was amazed at the amount of work and attention Richard's former wife had devoted to her 'hobby'. She had no idea that her rubber fetish ran so deep or involved such complicated planning.

"If you look closer at one of those catsuits, you'll notice there are none of the usual seams you get on glued suits, except where they attached the hood to the suit.” Richard continued, "that makes the suits stronger and look better. As moulded latex is usually intrinsically weaker than sheet latex, they used a special reinforcing compound - actually graphite microfibres, which strengthen the rubber but still allow it to stretch. That's why the suits cost nearly a thousand dollars each”. Kristen pulled on of the catsuits off its hanger and examined it closely. It did indeed have only one seam at the neck, almost invisible. The suit was certainly very well made and she couldn't wait try one on.

"Richard, Id like to get changed - is that okay?” she asked "I just dying to try one of these suits on. They look so yummy. Did your wife keep any dildoes around the house? That'll keep me busy until tonight."

"Go ahead, I'll join you soon. There should be some toys and lubricant in the bedside table over there. All the suits are powdered, so just choose any one."

Kristen had a hard time deciding which one to try on first. Then she realised that she could try them all over time - they were hers to use. Eventually it came down to a choice between the blue one and the pewter one, both new colours for her. The grey today, she decided, and the blue tomorrow. There, that was easy.

While Richard was busy showering in the master bathroom, Kristen stepped out of her jeans and sweater. She was wearing the rubber corset and panties underneath and reluctantly she removed those too. The shaft of the front dildo was slick with her juices - all that rubber in the closet had got her going. She rinsed out the panties and hung them up to dry. Back in the bedroom she got herself into the pewter grey catsuit, which had attached feet, fingerless gloves and an open-faced hood. She had it most of the way on when Richard entered the room, still naked and drying himself. He helped her zip the suit up and locked the zippers together. She smoothed out all the wrinkles then took a studded rubber and leather collar from the drawer and fastened it around her neck. As Richard had hoped it was perfect fit - the two women could have been twins - and Kristen looked stunning in the dark grey outfit, always one of his favourites. With Kristen in her suit, he went back to the other bedroom and changed himself into a black catsuit of similar design to Kristen's except that it had full gloves.