It was pouring. The four inches of jeans between my coat and the top of my rain boots had become completely soaked. I didn’t want to spend all day in wet jeans, but I also didn’t want to spend all day sitting at my desk with no pants on, although that might have thrilled the rest of the design team. What was I supposed to do? There was no way I could go back home and change. My commute is an hour each way. I hadn’t remembered to bring an extra set of clothes, because who thinks to do that?
As I walked down the hallway dejectedly, my boss opened his door. Mr. Williams is a handsome man, young for his corporate position, who has never given me any sort of grief. I’ve nursed a crush on him for the past few months, but I’ve kept it to myself. I certainly didn’t want him to see me like this.
“Carrie, do you have a minute?”
Oh, perfect, I thought. First, I get soaked like that cat in the famous photograph, and now I have to go into a meeting completely wet. Believe me when I say, I was not in the mood.
I headed to his office and perched myself on the edge of the chair, not wanting to get the expensive leather seat all wet.
He looked me over and then he looked away. Was he embarrassed for me? I felt even worse.
“Carrie,” he said again, and I thought his voice actually trembled.
“Yes, Mr. Williams.”
“Richard,” he said, “please call me Richard.”
“Yes, Richard,” I said, feeling very strange all of a sudden.
“Do you like the rain?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. Was this a trick question? On any other day, I might have tried to figure out what sort of answer he wanted to hear, but feeling so wet and annoyed, all I could manage was, “No, not really.”
“Do you like me?”
Okay, we had now officially entered a second dimension. Of course, I liked him. He was a stellar boss. More than that, I’d been fantasizing about his dark blue eyes every since he’d landed the job, taking over from a woman who had made it her business never to say a kind word to anyone.
I stared into Mr. Williams’s I mean, Richard’s face, and I saw that he was actually blushing.
“Yes,” I said softly. “Yes, I do.”
“I have a confession,” he told me. “I know I’m not supposed to flirt with employees, and I’ve been able to keep my feelings on hold for the past six months, but you look so sexy today. I can’t help myself.”
I started laughing.
He looked aghast at first, but then he grinned.
“Today?” I said incredulously, thinking of all the attractive outfits I’ve worn to work in the past. “You think I look sexy today? I’m wetter than a tub of water. My pants are soaked. Just look at me.”
I stood up and turned around.
He was right at my side when I finished spinning. “It’s the boots,” he said. “Those fucking rain boots. You see, I have this thing . . . ”
He was bending as he spoke, running his hands over my knee high rubber boots. The look of him there, on his knees, his palms on my boots, made me wet in a whole new way.
“You like rubber,” I said almost under my breath, and he nodded.
“Would you take everything else off?” he asked. “Just strip totally, and then put the boots back on?”
I could do that. While he went and locked his office door, I pulled off my turtleneck and draped it over the back of the chair. Then I took off the boots, while he watched wide eyed, and gingerly peeled off my jeans. He lifted the jeans and spread them out on his sofa near the heater. I was down to my socks and underwear. I undid my bra and let the lacy garment fall away, then slid off my knickers and kicked them into a corner.
Now we were at the point he’d been waiting for, and we both knew it. He was standing by the sofa as I stepped back into the boots. He sucked in his breath, and I smiled. No longer did I feel like a half drowned cat. All I felt like was a very wet pussy.
Richard came over to me. “I thought you were hot from the moment I saw you,” he said softly, his hands caressing my small breasts. “But on rainy days, you wear those goddamn boots and suddenly you’re not such a sweet pretty girl. You’re this ber hot chick who makes me go into the executive bathroom and jack off three times a day.”
The boots were spectacular, I must say. See, I’m not a fan of the rain, so this fall I’d decided to reward myself with something special, hoping they’d keep me from dreading rainy days. These glossy black knee high rain boots were made to look like real fashion boots. But the sheen on them was something remarkable. You could see your reflection in the surface. When they were wet, they glistened. Each bead of water that ran down made them appear like polished glass.
Richard went on his knees again, this time so that he was facing my pussy. “I’d like to eat you out,” he said, “while touching your boots. Is that okay with you?”
I was into how submissively he spoke the words only because he usually had such a dominant air about him.
“What if I sit up on the edge of your desk,” I suggested, ever the idea girl. “I could bend my knees and put my feet on your shoulders that way.”
He nodded enthusiastically, and we got into position. He didn’t leap for my pussy right away. He started by actually licking the sides of my sleek boots, and sighing as his tongue met the shiny rubber. I sighed, too. I know that I will never forget the way he looked as he gave my boots a tongue bath. My slit was getting so incredibly wet I knew I’d be leaving a spot on his blotter, but I didn’t say anything about it. Maybe in the future, he’d see that spot and think of me.
He moved slowly up my legs, kissing and licking the insides of my thighs, until he had reached the intersection of my body. For a moment, he did nothing. I was getting desperate. I could feel how wet I was, how slippery my pussy had gotten. Why wasn’t he tonguing me? I looked at him, and he seemed in a daze, staring at my split. I wrapped my legs around him, so he could feel the boots against him, and pulled him in.
That did the trick. He started licking and sucking my pussy as if this was the number one item in his job description. Maybe it was because my morning had started off so pathetically or maybe because it had been awhile since I’d been with a lover but I don’t think I’ve ever felt such instant pleasure flood through my whole system. He’d teased me on his way up to my pussy, but he didn’t tease me any longer. His tongue made circles around my clit, and then the tip of his tongue rained down directly on that hot button over and over until I was lifting my hips off the desk and forcing my cunt right up into his face. I couldn’t get enough. I was on the cusp from the second he sucked my clit into his mouth, and I started to make soft moaning noises that I could not contain.
“Shhh,” he whispered, reminding me suddenly where we were, where I was which was naked except for rain boots in my boss’s office. What an odd place to be, I thought, but that was the last of those sorts of thoughts I had before Richard crested his tongue up and down my clit in rapid succession, sending me into the stratosphere of pleasure. As my climax hit me, the rain outside started to sheet against the plate glass windows. I felt as if the timing couldn’t have been more perfect for the latest downpour. The sound of the rain on the glass matched the tempo of Richard’s tongue tap tap tapping on my clit. The only problem I had was that we were at work, so I couldn’t cry out my pleasure. I had to bite my lip and stifle the noises I would have loved to make.
As soon as the orgasm began to subside, Richard was moving me.
“I want to fuck you,” he murmured. “But you have to keep on those boots!”
I stood, thinking that I’d bend over his desk. I figured that would be the easiest way to fuck in the office. There was no bed, after all. But Richard had other ideas. He moved me to the center of the room and spread me out on the carpet. Then he undressed, while I watched. I had fantasized about seeing his naked body for months now. Actually witnessing him stripping was far more intense than any of my x rated visions.
Richard had a fantastic body strong, muscular legs, flat hard stomach. But his cock was the part I was most interested in, and his tool definitely did not disappoint. He was supremely hung, so much so that my pussy quivered in anticipation. When would I get a taste of that?
The thought had barely flickered through my mind before he positioned himself above me in a sixty nine. I opened my lips expectantly, and Richard slid the head of cock inside my mouth. He’d just gone down on me, so I wasn’t sure what he was planning on doing next. But I didn’t worry. I simply began to suck him, trying to mimic for him the delicious pleasure he’d so recently bestowed upon me. While I worked him, he reached for my legs and bent them so my knees were crushed up to my chest.
That’s when I realized he was licking my boots. I heard the sounds, the noises and groans as his tongue met the rubber, and I would have giggled except my mouth was full of cock. As it was, I made some sort of whispering moan around his dick, which he seemed to appreciate, because he thrust more of his length into my mouth.
He really was into the boots, wasn’t he?
I didn’t let go of his cock, but I wriggled as best I could to give him the access he required. I could tell he was thrilled by the combination my mouth around his rock hard erection, and his tongue and hands on my boots.
“These are the sexiest damn boots I’ve ever seen,” Richard whispered. “And you’re the most beautiful girl I can imagine wearing them.”
I will say this when I bought these beauties, I’d never imagined that one day my boss would be caressing and fondling them the way he was doing now.
“They’re so smooth,” he murmured. “So slippery.”
He seemed transported by the shiny surface, completely mesmerized by the texture and the smell.
“When I come, I want to shoot all over them.”
For some reason, that made my pussy clench. I had never thought that I had a rubber fetish before, but seeing the way Richard was responding to my boots was turning my own pleasure up quite a bit. And that’s when I spied his raincoat hanging on the back of his door.
I pulled away from his cock, which made him sigh, and then I moved out of his embrace, which made him moan.
“Hold on,” I said. I stood and hurried to the coat. It was cut from a material more commonly seen on women’s raincoats. Why had I never noticed that? Not one of those high performance synthetics but more of a rubbery PVC type of material. When I shot Richard a glance, he said, “I wear a different one on top,” and motioned to the type of serious gear I was expecting. I reached for the PVC coat and slid it over my naked skin. Richard wolf whistled.
“Come on,” I said. “Stand up and get ready to fuck me.”
He had his hand on his cock, jerking slowly as I walked toward him.
“I’m going to bend over the desk, and you’re going to fuck me in this coat. When you come, you’re going to shoot all over the boots, the coat, and me.
Richard clearly couldn’t believe his ears. He didn’t move right away. I got right up close to him and lifted one boot in front of his face. “Kiss it,” I said.
He kissed the boot happily. We had gone from him being in total control to me understanding his fetish and taking the reins.
“Now stand up and fuck me,” I commanded, getting into position.
Richard obeyed, standing and pushing himself against me. At first, he simply fucked the raincoat. I could feel him sliding his cock up and down the exterior. He groaned, and I had to put one hand between my legs and stroke my clit as he fucked the coat. His excitement was contagious.
What I really needed was a hole torn into the PVC, so he could fuck me through the coat. But I couldn’t say the words. Who was I to demand he destroy his rubbery raincoat . . . yet as I was thinking this, I saw him reach for the steel scissors in his cup holder.
“Are you sure?” I asked, realizing we’d had the same thought at the same time.
“Oh, God yes,” he said. “Stay still.”
I was a statute as he slit a hole in the back of the coat, and then replaced the scissors gently into the cup holder. Then he worked the slit so that the rubber was bent inward. That was the last thing he did in that careful manner. All the rest was sped up super fucking: him, me, and the rubbery coat and boots. What a team we made! Richard gripped my hips through the coat and positioned his cock right at the slit. He had perfect aim, sliding his cock through the coat’s opening and then through mine. The way he’d cut the coat and folded the material meant the rubber was caressing him with each stroke. My wetness immediately created the lube he required, so that he was slip sliding to pleasure in no time.
“You’re so sexy, Carrie,” he said as he ground against me. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you since the first day I walked onto the office floor.”
I wish I could say I responded with something equally complimentary, but at that moment, he brought one hand against the front of the coat and began stroking my clit through the material. I moaned rather than replied, but I’m sure he got the gist. I was so aroused I began to buck back against him, so that I was the one setting the rhythm. My hips seemed to move on their own. I had no power to control myself, or any part of my body.
That is, until Richard decided to reposition us both. He gripped me up and brought me to the window the floor to ceiling plate glass behind his desk. He pressed me up against that cool glass and started to fuck me again. I stared at the rain pouring down and felt him pound into me. Sweetly, he resumed his affectionate stroking of my pussy through the PVC. I had never considered myself a fetishist of any sort before but now I could suddenly understand how someone would be able to get off on rubber or PVC. Because I was. Pressed against the window, being fucked by my handsome boss, and getting off on it all. The smell of it surrounded us, that slightly synthetic scent, but bolder than that aroma was the perfume of our sex. I don’t know what Richard was going to tell our coworkers. His office smelled like fucking.
“How do you like it?” Richard asked, and I understood from the pause in his fingering rotations that he wanted guidance. I put one hand on top of his, and I led him in the way that I like to touch myself. Slow at first, then faster and harder. Richard got the game in no time, ultimately pushing away the fabric of the raincoat to touch my naked pussy. Almost as soon as his knuckles grazed my clit, I began to come. I wished I could have yelled my pleasure, but instead, I bit my lip, stared at the rain, and let the trembling rush flood through me.
Richard waited me out, until the very last glimmer of my orgasm had subsided, then he said, “Put your palms on the glass,” and I obeyed, leaning forward. “Now spread your legs slightly.” I did just what he said. Richard continued to slip his cock into me, faster now. He had definitely resumed control.
“I was hard all morning,” he said. “Coming to work on rainy days can be hell for me. I get an erection at the very first sight of a hot girl in rain gear. And then I saw you and those boots and I was going to jack off . . . ”
“Why didn’t you?” I had to ask, even though I was breathlessly approaching another climax.
“Because I had to have you.”
I had to smile I hadn’t felt even the slightest bit sexy when he’d spied me, but I sure as hell felt sexy now.
“We should have a deal,” I said as he pounded into me. Each word was punctuated by a little gasping breath he was fucking me so hard.
“Yeah?” he bit into my shoulder through the raincoat, and I yelped.
“Every rainy day, we should fuck just like this.”
“Yeah,” he whispered again, but this time it wasn’t a question.
“I read the weather report every day,” I told him as I came for the third time that morning. I’m sure most people wouldn’t consider that sentence pillow talk, but Richard certainly did. He ground his hips against mine one final time, and then he pulled out of my pussy and came like a rainstorm all over the back of the coat and the boots.
“The paper predicted rain all week,” I said as I pulled off the coat and turned around to face Richard.
“Thank fucking God,” my boss said with a smile.