I remember the moment my fetish became apparent to me. I was in college, and I’d just received the yellow rubber rain slicker and blueberry-colored boots I’d ordered online.

I’d initially told myself that I wanted them to keep me dry on the way to class, and because the bright colors would perk me up on even the dreariest of rainy days. The truth of the matter, though, was that I loved rubber. I liked the way the water slid right off its slick surface, and I adored the feel of the rubber brushing against my skin.

A few years later, I discovered latex clothing. The shiny material drew me in instantly, and when I tried on my first latex catsuit, I was in love. The suit fit my body like a glove, and as I walked around in it, it felt like every inch of my body was being caressed by that fantastic, skintight material. I had to have it!

I took the catsuit home and wore it every chance I got. I’d put it on when I was horny and wanted to masturbate, and I’d unzip it all the way so that my hand could squeeze between my body and my new second skin and play with my pussy. I’d wear it before dates to turn myself on. I loved it so much that I’d even wear it while working around the house.

Then one day the worst thing imaginable happened: I found a tear in my beloved outfit. I didn’t know how it had happened, but I knew it was fatal — at least for my suit. If I tried to put it on, it would only rip further, and I didn’t want to see that happen. The time had come for me to buy some new latex clothing.

The shop I went to was full of latex goodies, and there were at least a half-dozen other people there, looking through the racks. But I was so focused on my search for the perfect latex outfit that it wasn’t until I got to the wall of catsuits that I remembered I wasn’t alone in the store.

Standing a few feet away from me was a really attractive guy, and when I caught him checking me out, I sauntered over to him and struck up a conversation. His name was Kevin, and he had a latex fetish, same as me. He wasn’t into wearing it, though, just seeing other people in it. He’d come to the store hoping to find some fellow latex lovers, and, lucky him, he’d found me.

We chatted more while I shopped, and Kevin even helped me pick out a new catsuit. Then, when I’d made all my purchases and was ready to go home to play dress-up, I invited Kevin along on a whim. The thought of him watching me put on my latex clothing, his hands running over my rubber-encased body, had my pussy dripping wet in seconds, and I couldn’t pass up the chance to share my fetish with someone new.

Back at my house, I made Kevin wait in the living room while I ran into the bedroom to put on a latex miniskirt and corset. The corset hugged my curves in all the right places, and the skirt’s hem stopped right beneath my butt cheeks, barely covering me. I spun around as I looked at myself in the mirror and then slipped a hand between my legs, feeling the overwhelming wetness of my pussy. If Kevin didn’t get excited when he saw me in this outfit, I’d have to return him to the store.

When I walked out again, I wasn’t disappointed — and neither was Kevin. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw me, and as I inched closer, he reached out to touch me. I kept ducking out of the way, teasing him, but when his finger finally grazed me, it was absolute ecstasy. As his hand caressed my body, it rubbed the latex lightly against my skin, arousing me. When I looked down at him, I realized he was having a very similar reaction, as I could see the impressive bulge in his jeans.

I danced around a bit, letting him watch the latex flex and shine, and then I moved closer again. I lifted his cap from his head and threw it behind me before pulling off his shirt. Then I slid into his lap and rubbed my chest against his, letting him feel the latex — and me — in the process.

As I moved against Kevin, my corset pressed against my nipples, creating a sweet friction. The latex squeaked as I slithered against him, and it was the most erotic sound I’d heard in a long time. My pussy was absolutely aching by then, and I knew I had to do something or I’d die.

Kevin seemed to feel the same way I did, and he started moving his hands over my latex-covered body. He traced the lines of my corset first, sending shivers through me as his fingers tickled my ribs and spine. Then his hands dropped lower, to my ass, and he pushed the fine latex of the skirt gently between my cheeks. I shifted in his lap, wanting to get closer to him, and the movement shifted my skirt so that the front of it bunched up between my legs and rubbed against my pussy. The juices that had dribbled out of me already made the friction against my clit less intense, but it still gave me extreme pleasure.

A moment later, one of Kevin’s hands slipped between our bodies to rub my pussy through the latex. The added pressure was heavenly, and with each stroke I got closer and closer to my climax. When his finger brushed the latex against my clit, it sent me over the edge. I shrieked in delight as my body shuddered in ecstasy.

I was starting to come down from my orgasm-induced high, but Kevin wasn’t going to give up so easily. He pulled his hand away from my pussy, then stood up and dumped me on the couch. He quickly shed the rest of his clothing and settled back on the sofa before pulling me on top of him again.

As my body rested against his, my rubber outfit pressed against my skin — and his — in the most delicious way. He seemed pleased with the sensation, too, because I felt his dick throbbing against my latex-covered thigh. That feeling didn’t last long, however, because the next thing I knew, he’d lifted my skirt and he was rubbing his cockhead against my dripping pussy. Then he started fucking me, and as his cock slid in and out of my pussy, it brushed against the edge of my skirt, causing the latex to caress our skin in a whole new way.

My corset was exerting the perfect amount of pressure on my sensitive nipples, Kevin’s hands were rubbing my ass through the back of my skirt, and the latex hem lingering against my pussy while we fucked had me ready to explode. Kevin sensed my pending climax and started thrusting faster, creating more friction between my skin and the luscious latex of my skirt. I felt like I was completely surrounded by rubber, and the sensation drove me over the edge.

I came, shrieking with delight as my pussy spasmed around Kevin’s cock. The latex was still brushing against my mound, and it made my orgasm even stronger than I’d hoped it would be. When Kevin came a few seconds later, shooting his load deep inside me, his continuous thrusting ensured that the rubber never lost contact with my pussy. It felt so good that I’d barely finished coming and already I was having another orgasm!

My latex skirt was slippery with sex juice by the time we finished, and I smiled at the prospect of having my new playmate clean and polish the garment. I could tell it was going to be a long, fun night!