Sandra was Latex Fetishist
Sandra was a latex fetishist. She confessed this to me a couple of months into our relationship when we were in bed one night discussing our fantasies. When I first met her I thought she was a bit prim and proper but I soon changed my mind once we were in the bedroom, in there she was wild.
When she told me she was into rubber and latex I was intrigued, fascinated and rather turned on by the thought of her dressed up in the stuff. When she saw I was eager to let her enact her fantasies she was elated,
“You won’t regret this” she promised.
The night after she told me I returned home from work to find her car outside my flat, she had keys to my place for when she stayed over. On entering the flat I called out to her hoping she’d cooked me dinner, I was starving. “In here” I heard her call back from the bedroom. I stood my briefcase down and wandered through. I was greeted by the sight of Sandra, hardly recognisable, standing before me in the bedroom, hands on hips, adorned in her latex gear.
“So lover, what do you think? Want to give me a try?” she teased.
“Too fucking right” I responded bluntly, my dick already rising in my trousers.
She was dressed in 6 inch black patent stillettos, black shiny latex stockings, a yellow latex body, shiny full length latex gloves. She grinned at me through the hood, stepped back and sat down in the whicker armchair. Lifting her legs she opened them and draped them over each arm of the chair.
“So what are you waiting for then?” she said lying spreadeagled in front of me.
Almost tearing the suit and tie from my back I quickly disrobed as she lay there enticing me, rubbing her full breasts and pussy over the shiny material, in literally seconds I was naked. I stepped over and knelt down in front of her and began to rub my hands over the material which squeaked lightly as I stroked it.
“I take it you like it then?” she asked rhetorically.
