It was one of those mornings I look forward to. The house was going to be empty, and I could work undisturbed in my den — and dress as I liked. I showered, slipped on my light-blue latex outfit — a semi-cropped top with three-quarter-length sleeves, and boxer shorts that reach to mid-thigh-and felt that warm, erotic, tingly sensation as the sensuous material caressed my skin.

I settled down to work, but the delicious smell of the latex and the way the material drapes the bod made things go a little slower than desired. So I went downstairs to the kitchen to nuke a cup of coffee in the microwave. With steaming cup, complete with whipped cream and brandy, in hand, I crossed through the hall toward the stairs. Now the doorbell rang.

Through the glass panels, which are covered with translucent curtains, I could see my landlady. This little beauty had been inhabiting my fantasies since I moved in, but right this minute the timing couldn’t have been worse. What was I to do? I didn’t want her see me dressed like this; nor could I ignore her ring and run for the stairs.

Carefully, I opened the door, using it to shield my latex-clad self from her view. Things went from hot to hotter. After asking if she was interrupting something important and explaining her reason for dropping by, she saw the rubber sleeves and her eyes lit up. “Ohhh! A rubber outfit. I love it! I love it! Let me see the rest of it. Stop hiding behind that door. Come on!”

I was tingling from surprise and relief. In she came, all five-feet-three of her beautiful blonde self. Leila is slim, maybe 105 pounds, and her small breasts barely pushed out the front of her simple cotton blouse. But what had been making me particularly horny ever since I first saw her was a beautifully designed ass, which her tight jeans now described unrelentingly. I had fantasized over those beautiful buns many times. Leila was poetry in motion, and the sight of her puttering around outdoors made my own yard work bearable, if not exciting, all summer.

There we were in the hall, and suddenly, demure Leila seemed to be wanting me, or maybe I was wishfully thinking it so. She just admired my outfit at first, touching the sleeves and then running her finger slowly down my chest. “I love the feel of rubber, always have. It’s so smooth and sensual, and the fragrance drives me wild. Let me try on the top. Oh please!” With that, she unbuttoned her blouse to expose those cute little boobs of hers. I peeled off the latex top, hurriedly retrieved the talcum powder I had used earlier and got it ready for her. Suddenly conscious that we were exposed in front of the windows by the door, we moved into the living room.

Leila slipped the top over her head, and her nipples traced paths in the latex as she pulled the blouse down and caressed herself. By now, my boxer shorts had acquired a tent pole, and as Leila modeled her new top for me, she managed to brush her ass against my cock more than once. “You like it?” she asked shyly. With one hand I adjusted things inside the rubber tent the boxer shorts had become, while the other encircled her waist and then cupped one rubber-covered breast. The other hand soon followed and evened the score. Instinctively I started kissing Leila’s neck as I squeezed those delicious little mounds and felt her nipples harden.

Leila turned, putting her arms around my neck. She kissed me gently and with a devilish look said, “Now the shorts, please.” I hesitated, and her hands moved to the waistband. I helped, and once my cock was free, the shorts slipped to the floor. Leila tried to feign surprise at the sight of my rigid member but didn’t succeed. She peeled down her jeans and revealed that exquisite ass in the flesh. Then she wriggled into the shorts, leaving me feeling rather silly standing there bare-assed naked with my cock waving in the breeze. Her dressing complete, she was stunning. Leila pirouetted several times so that I could catch all the angles and then pranced off to the powder room to admire herself in the large wall mirror.

Feeling hard and ready standing there so “erect,” I sat down cross-legged on the floor. Leila returned, obviously pleased with herself and ready to play. “What are you doing down there?” she asked with a smug grin her lovely face. She moved closer, turned and straddled my folded knees, so that her sex was no more than two inches from my face. So I bathed my face in the latex-wrapped love package, losing myself in the earthly delight that was now absorbing all my attention. I kissed every inch of her and pressed my face her wild shape.

Leila, ever the resourceful one, bent forward, placing her hands on her knees. With her legs already spread wide apart, my lips were in new territory, and my tongue soon found her cunt through the latex. She shook her hips back and forth as I pointed my tongue, trying to gain entry. Then she stood up and sat on the edge of the couch, legs spread wide.

I came to her and this time buried my face in a latex-covered cunt. The excitement was delicious. I kissed and probed while she bathed my face in the folds of the shorts. Suddenly her legs closed around my head, absolutely thrilling me as the tremors of a big glorious orgasm gripped her body. When the spasms subsided, she hugged me, and I looked up into a face to which the ebullient grin had quickly returned. She wanted more!

Leila got up from the couch, peeled off the shorts and top and stood in the middle of the room, beautifully naked. I rolled over backward from the kneeling position I had held between her legs and just looked up at this marvelous creature. My cock, rock hard, was pointing at the ceiling and describing lazy circles. I was ravenous, the world around me shut off, tunnel vision overcame me and my whole being focused on only one thing. Never, ever had I craved the taste of pussy more than I did at that moment. Sweet Leila knew it, too!

She lovingly placed two sofa pillows under my head, then straddled me so that my lips were once again kissing her lips. Her skin was so warm and smooth: a fantasy come true! I felt my cock being enveloped in the discarded latex outfit. She worked the smooth material up and down my legs, then played with my balls, then ever so gently began brushing the shaft. My lips and tongue eagerly worshiped her. I thought I would come with desire for her pussy, which still eluded my tongue as she bent forward to tease my thighs and balls again, my legs now spread wide and my knees bent.

Leila then exposed the head of my cock from under the expanse of latex, circled it lazily with her fingertip and began slowly stroking the shaft. With rubber-covered hands, she moved from base to head, relaxing her grip as the latex wrapper slithered back and forth. The excitement was so pleasurable. I was delirious with desire when suddenly my head was tilted back on the pillows by her hands. Then she moved to cover my mouth with her pussy.

As my tongue darted around her pussy, a sweet, musky fragrance blended with the taste of her juices. Leila made love to my face as she rocked her pelvis back and forth and then in circles, so that no part of that delicious territory would miss the  — expert ministrations of my tongue. Then she steadied herself and wiggled and squirmed and blasted off, greasing me with her love juices. Another orgasm followed in quick succession.

Then the stroking of my cock started again and increased in speed as her hands went up and down! I thought my tongue would drop off from licking when Leila bent forward and once again worked her pussy into my wet face. With her next orgasm, I came too, gushing semen in what must have been a mighty fountain, from the look of Leila’s face and chest when we separated.

Both of us were breathless as we just lay there in the middle of the floor, not quite able to comprehend what had happened. She was now in my arms, our lips and tongues exploring their counterparts. We laughed at the realization that we had been meaning to do this for a long, long time. After trips to the bathroom for some much-needed cleaning up, we enjoyed a bottle of champagne and some brie that I had been saving for a very special occasion. And special this was!

Now refreshed, we began to think about the “next time” and decided that she should have her own outfit in shiny latex. She admitted that she had always been a big tease and wanted something with which to  — seduce me. Together we looked through a catalogue and decided that the red rubber sheath, full-length with a zipper closing in the back, would be just the perfect thing for us.

Leila stood while I delighted in taking her measurements. I was pretty much in control of myself until the tape measure encircled her hips. The sight of that cute bush of blonde hair behind my hands as I read 36 inches on the tape was more than I could stand. It fell from my hands and they moved quickly to those beautiful tits, drawing her close to me. This time I ate her slowly, savoring each new little incursion. Oh, how wonderful she tasted. My favorite issue of Variations once carried a photo essay on just what Leila and I were doing. The pictures carried captions in verse which I memorized and now repeated to myself: “This potion you offer sends me spinning with excitement: Thrilled with ravenous lust! Eagerly, I drink from your cup, Attached now to this divine embrace. Carry me further toward your source, Hasten me through tunnels of desire, Dark channels of your mysterious, feminine need. Pour into my mouth this elixir wrought from our communion.”

Leila spread her legs wide. I licked and kissed her fervently, finally taking her clit in my mouth and sucking as I teased it with a darting tongue. Once again her legs closed, holding my head in a satiny spot as she once more blessed me with her orgasm.

A month later, I am eagerly awaiting the arrival of the red sheath and my next encounter with Leila. The vision of that exquisite body sheathed in latex, no curve undefined and every subtle movement of her perfect ass portrayed with mind-boggling directness, is always just slightly below my level of consciousness. Perhaps the dress will arrive this week! I hope so!