Diane: A Shiny Awakening Pt. 04

The next morning Diane awoke with a start, she'd had broken dreams all night, bodies entwined in rubber and latex, feverish caressing and slick torsos twirling and embracing. Coming round she felt strangely detached, aroused but also focused.

Pulling on a dressing gown, she walked in an almost trance-like state to the kitchen. She made a strong pot of coffee and sat at the marble countertop, trying to make sense of the previous evening. She thought back, processing everything, fleeting memories of shiny latex, caresses and climax, another woman's body, the intense feeling of a hard latex cock thrust inside her. She wanted more, a sweeping desire, uncontrollable, to be like Theresa, to wear latex and explore kink.

Sipping her coffee, she picked up her phone, in the meantime her hand drifting to her crotch, gently rubbing her labia, feeling deeper her pussy wet and opening to her touch.

Three messages flashed up in front of her as she opened the messaging app, bleary eyed, her eyes slowly focusing on the screen.

"Sorry my love, got a bit longer to finish the negotiations, will be here for another week, Mark xx," the first message declared.

"Thank fuck," she thought, giving it no more attention, deleting it with a swipe of her finger.

"Miss you sweetie, owe you a night out, back Thursday, let's head out in the evening, Lisa xxx," the second message read, Diane's heart leaping, for some reason she felt an intense need to see Lisa. Just a few days til she came back. She rubbed her pussy harder, feeling more aroused by the second, fingers probing, thinking of her last encounter with Theresa, relishing every memory but also, strangely, thinking about Lisa.

Breaking off, trying to compose herself, she opened the third message, it was from her bank, saying she'd had her yearly share dividend payment deposited. Sipping her coffee, she opened her banking app and saw a very nice sum in her account. Diane thought, play money, immediately, giggling.

A new sense of hedonism swept through her, last night she'd felt a veil drop, a new Diane, assertive, seductive and reborn. Determined to embrace her new-found confidence and an all-encompassing urge to not let what she'd done so far drop off her radar, she decided to do some shopping and spend her play money. Should she get a latex outfit? she asked herself:

She thought the leggings that Theresa wore last night were amazing, perhaps she could get some and wear them on her upcoming night out with Lisa. She could go and do some exploring of boutiques, find out more about what was out there. She couldn't remember much enticing in town, except the adult store tucked away down an alleyway cul-de-sac around the corner from one of bars she occasionally went to.

She also thought about Theresa, would it come across as needy and obsessive if she contacted her today, yes, it would, she decided. Another encounter with Theresa needed some planning, and she also thought that a build up of sweet anticipation would make a meetup even more erotic and delicious. She'd send her a text in a few days' time.

Back to spending her play money, Diane wasn't sure where to start, so she opened her laptop and in the browser typed in latex clothing into the search engine. Pages and pages came up.

"Fuck, there's a lot more out there than I thought," Diane laughed, also feeling a desire rising in her as she looked at the range of offerings.

She searched locally for a shop or boutique that might stock latex, seeing that there was nothing within miles of where she lived, the nearest were in London or other big cities. Did she have the courage to jump on a train and explore the big city, take the plunge and go into a few boutiques and try things on? She admitted to herself that she wasn't quite ready for that, she'd need to go with someone.

Best try online shopping first, she thought. One site, which had a flash sale and items ready for immediate dispatch, caught her eye, Latex Express, a match made in heaven for her needs. Scrolling through the menu, Diane couldn't quite believe the range of clothing available, and also saw a section for toys and restraints. According to the website, the selection was less than on its sister site, where their complete range of custom made clothing was available. Diane thought there was plenty here but wondered what the other site had, "even more options for the future" she smiled. Biting her lip she began browsing through the women's clothing section, trying not to get too turned on at the gorgeous pictures of models in dresses, maid uniforms, catsuits and slick figure-hugging stockings, suspenders and corsets.

She began searching for leggings, with a number of options available, her gaze settling on some two-way crotch zip latex leggings. In the pictures she could sense the tightness of the latex and desperately wanted a pair. She quickly added them to her shopping basket. Moving on she began scrolling through the lingerie options, she'd so like to have a latex version of her satin bodysuit, suspenders and stockings. Finding a sleeved bodysuit with crotch zip and underwiring, she couldn't help wondering how it would feel tight and encasing around her curves and if the sleeves would add an extra sensuality, her arms and torso covered in rubber. Again, straight into the basket, "so much erotic fun with play money," Diane thought. All while looking at the clothing, she felt a simmering undercurrent of desire and, quite honestly, very kinky. This was so much fun and was opening her up to a whole new world of latex fetish.

After finding fitted stockings with stirrup feet and a matching 6 strap suspender belt, all in black latex, she thought her shopping was done, at least for the moment. Paying for everything, the delivery date was for Thursday daytime, perfect, she'd have a bit of time to look at her new purchases before she got ready for their night out.

Looking up at her phone she realized that time had flown by, it was now late-morning. She thought again about her forthcoming night out, only a few days til Lisa came back. Lisa had always teased her about how like a middle-aged mom she looked when they went out. She did try and dress up but didn't go for the same flirtatious, sassy look Lisa managed to carry off. Perhaps she'd surprise Lisa and change her look, she couldn't wait to see her expression when she walked into their usual bar, wearing the shiny latex leggings. She thought that perhaps a latex top would be a bit over the top and would turn too many heads if she went out looking like a latex vixen, so she thought she would go and do some shopping in town, see if she could pick up something sexy.

Popping on a tracksuit and calling a taxi, as she fancied getting some lunch and grabbing a glass of wine, she walked out of the house with a bounce in her step, a bit of sass coursing through her as she waited for the taxi at the kerbside. Climbing into the taxi she noticed the driver was staring at her, slightly lasciviously, in the rear view mirror. Maybe she was imagining it but she felt she exuded a bit of sass and sly charm, Lisa would be proud of her.

The next hour was spent browsing in some boutiques in town, and Diane found that her eyes were more drawn to clothes she'd never normally consider buying, low cut dresses, satin and spandex club-style tops and leggings, Almost in a daze, Diane bought a figure hugging black satin ruched mini-dress with a low cut cleavage, a sensuous ruffle along the cleavage line. It would look perfect with the leggings, coming down to thigh length, and suggestively hiding her behind in the latex leggings she was so looking forward to trying on. She bought some heels, black patent leather, with a low platform sole, very sexy and something she'd never have considered before her change in mindset in the last day.

Shopping complete and the low-level horniness still rippling through her, she headed to her favourite daytime bistro. A light lunch and two glasses of wine later she couldn't help but think she should be brave and see what the adult store offered. It was only round the corner, and, town wasn't busy, so she'd probably not run into anyone she knew. She ordered another glass of wine to steel her nerves, almost downing it in a few gulps, paid the bill and headed out. With a determination she found strange, she walked briskly and light headed down the alley to the doorway of the adult store, a discrete neon sign glowing in the blackened store front window.

Glancing around to see that no-one noticed her presence, she took a deep breath and pushed open the door, her heart racing, what was she thinking, surely someone will see her?

The subdued lighting inside made Diane blink slightly. As her eyes became accustomed to the cool blue neon lighting and spotlights over various racks, shelves and cabinets, she began taking in the vista before her. In one corner, a youngish lady, in a nondescript black t-shirt, jeans, short spiky black hair and tattoos, was reading a book behind the counter. She looked up and smiled at Diane. "Thank god it's not a seedy old man," Diane thought to herself, as this was what she was half-expecting.

"Hi," Diane almost blurted out, feeling very nervous and out of her comfort-zone, "just having a quick browse."

"Sure," the girl answered, "feel free, let me know if you need to see anything in particular or have any questions."

Her tone was warm and welcoming. Clearly the girl could sense Diane's nervousness. Diane began, gingerly at first, browsing, her eyes taking in the layout of the store. She was expecting rows and rows of dusty videos, dvds and porn, but there didn't seem to be much of this, "suppose everything is online now," she mused. What did take her breath away was a long display rack of clothes and three standing shelves with a range of footwear and more clothing items in sleek packaging, she could see from where she was standing there were plenty of shiny glistening items, in all sorts of fabrics. Along the back wall by the counter was another large display area, with glass open fronted cabinets, an array of boxed and freestanding toys. Hanging on a rack were what she surmised must be harnesses, restraints and whips and floggers.

Diane didn't quite know where to start and also thought "how come I couldn't find this place online, imagine, somewhere like this on my doorstep, hidden away."

Not noticing that the young lady had got up and was standing beside her, she heard a soft voice say "isn't it something, we have a good collection of kink here."

And almost reading Diane's thoughts she added "and we don't make our presence known, we tend to stay offline, preferring a more discerning client, perhaps like yourself."

Feeling a bit more relaxed, Diane turned to the young lady and smiled, "Yes indeed, it's a mesmerising collection."

Biting her lip and almost laughing, she went on. "I'm just kind of dabbling, finding my feet but want to, erm, perhaps explore more, I'm a bit nervous, and unsure where to start, to be honest."

"No worries, we all have to start somewhere," the young lady smiled, "we try and make it as welcoming as possible here and there are lots of people in your position."

"Let me help you feel a bit more comfortable, I'll close up so you can browse in a bit of privacy," she said as she walked over to the door and slid the bolt over the door, leaning down and switching off what Diane presumed was the neon sign in the window.

Sitting back down at the counter, she was clearly indicating to Diane that she could browse at her pleasure. Trying to focus, Diane strolled over to the toy cabinets. The range available was mind-boggling, Diane had never seen such a collection and wondered what most of the toys could do. Are they for playing as a couple, like Theresa's strap on or could they be for self-use? Sensing a sudden urge and clarity, she knew she had to get a toy or two, perhaps initially for her own intimate playtime, thinking back to her own session yesterday with some relish.

Building up courage, she turned to the young lady and asked "erm, hi, for having some fun myself, what do you recommend?"

Smiling, the young lady stood up and walked over to the cabinets. Diane felt calm in her presence, and the fact that the door was closed was reassuring, as there was no chance of the sudden entrance of another customer.

Picking up a box, the young lady handed it to Diane, "one of our most popular, a bit pricey but I can assure you it is worth every penny," she smiled with a grin.

Womanizer Duo 2 Clitoral Sucking Rabbit Vibrator the lettering said. "Oh my god!" Diane exclaimed, already knowing she would buy this. Reading the blurb on the side of the box and admiring the toy, she was hooked.

"Tucked into some tight panties or leggings to hold it in place, it can be a lovely hands-free experience," the young lady said, again grinning.

"Another one that is fun is this" as the young lady handed Diane another box, a long double headed dildo, slick black rubber.

"You can grasp one end, plenty of length, and...well, it can also be used for sharing..." she almost whispered. Diane's mind raced, admiring the length and thickness of the life-like double cock shape.

She was sold on both, whispering "I'll take them both", not regretting for a second her decision.

Thinking of what else she might need, Diane thought they'd not probably have any latex, but reckoned it was worth asking, glancing over at the rack of clothes. "Erm, I don't suppose you have any rubber or latex clothes?"

"Sure, we've got quite a few bits and pieces...what would you like to see?", she beckoned to the clothing racks.

"We've got gloves, long and short in many colours, a few catsuits, corsets, tops and other bits..." she smiled.

Diane was a bit overwhelmed, but thought her play money could be well spent. "Can I get some out and have a look," Diane almost whispered again.

"Of course," the young lady whispered back, almost giggling, clearly enjoying the kinky exchange.

"We've got a changing room out back if you want to try something on, might need to add a bit of dressing aid, but I am sure you'll love what you try on so no harm if it gets a bit slick".

Diane gulped, slightly nervous but again unable to control the feeling of a low level intensity in her urges, trying to imagine the feeling of latex on her body.

Walking closer to the clothing racks, Diane spotted, nestling on one end, an array of rubber-like garments, some on hangers, others wrapped in tissue paper, as if the package contents beckoned the curious to delve and play. She gingerly picked through a few of the hanging garments and picked up what looked like a long length of black rubber with zips. Grinning intently as she saw it was a catsuit, Diane felt incredibly aroused. Picking it up, she felt the weight of the latex fabric, heavier than she thought it would be, the rubber was less shiny than she expected but it had a slick quality, almost sliding between her fingers as she held it up to see its full length. Holding it closer she had a flashback of the almost vanilla-like smell of the rubber from her adventures last night with Theresa.

"What is this magical stuff" she mused, wanting to immediately try it on, hoping in her heart that they had a size that would fit.

"Well, you're bold, aren't you?" she heard a voice behind her, followed by a cheeky giggle.

"Normally people start with some gloves and maybe a simple dress, but I admire your choice, let's see if this is the right size."

The young lady beckoned her over to the desk and got out a tape-measure. For a second time in 24 hours Diane stood stock still, unable to move, and with ripples of anticipation running through her.

"Hmmm, you are about the right height and waist size for this one, think you might be a bit busty though," Diane vaguely heard, nearly not registering what was being said, her mind wandering as she kept trying to imagine the feeling of latex against her skin. Snapping back into the moment, she sighed, disappointed, thinking nothing would fit.

"Don't worry, we do have something here, but it's going to be more costly as it's form fitted, with an accentuated bust. It is chlorinated, erm, sounds bad but it's fine, the benefit is that it means it will glide on without the need for any dressing aids....you fancy trying it?"

Without a second thought Diane blurted out, "Yes, yes of course, cost isn't a problem."

Blushing, she grinned at the young lady, "Do you have anything else that might go with it?"

"Sure thing, could I suggest some short gloves to go with the catsuit? They are chlorinated too, so they slip on easily."

"And perhaps a corset to accentuate things a little?" she suggested, clearly thinking money was no object.

"Might even see if we've got some thigh-high's, erm, boots I mean, we stock a few patent leather ones and think we even have a pair of latex ones from a back order, fancy trying them all, what shoe size are you?"

"Why not! I'm a size six...." Diane replied happily, feeling more and more comfortable with the situation she was in, enjoying every moment, a new found confidence in her current state.

Picking through the racks and disappearing into what Diane assumed was the stock room, she came back with some wrapped packages and a box, long and shiny, with Pleaser written on the side, "In your size, must be your lucky day......."

"You ready?" she asked Diane, with a sly grin.

"Yes, yes of course, where do you want me?" Diane stuttered.

The lady beckoned Diane, "Follow me", walking back through the stockroom doorway. "Down here, it's quite a special dressing room, as I'm sure you'll agree!"

"Just be careful putting on the suit, start feet up and gently pull it. It's quite thick gauge latex but make sure you don't tear it with your nails, savour the feeling as it rides up your body," she giggled. "Am I right in thinking you've not worn latex before?"

"Well, now you ask, not exactly, have felt someone else wearing it and, er, well I'm kind of really so intrigued," Diane replied, not feeling embarrassed in the slightest, feeling like she was in the most natural of situations. Just a day ago she would have felt massively out of place where she was and couldn't imagine she would have even slightly entertained doing what she was doing now. "What a difference 24 hours make," she thought mischievously to herself.

"I'm Mel by the way,"

"Here we are" she gestured towards the back of the storeroom.

Diane immediately seeing a black, shiny curtained off area, her heart racing. "Take your time and enjoy your first latex try on" Mel giggled again, clearly enjoying every minute of her interaction with Diane.

Handing Diane the pile of garments and the boot box, Mel turned around and walked back into the store, almost as an afterthought and laughing, she loudly whispered, "do take your time....", gently closing the door.

Alone in the darkened store room, Diane hesitantly walked over to the curtained dressing area, making out a pink glow from behind the curtain, that she realised was shiny pvc. "Wow," she muttered to herself, holding her breath as she opened the curtain and saw the vista of pvc paneled walls, a shiny black pvc bench opposite a floor length mirror, her widened eyes focusing on a large dildo at waist height, stuck to the back wall with a suction cup. The room seemed larger than she'd expected, with enough room to turn around in.

"Fuck," Diane murmered, putting the box and garments down, ripping off her tracksuit top, stepping out of the tracksuit bottoms and pulling off her bra and panties hurriedly. Almost tripping, she leaned back and felt the dildo, black, shiny and huge, brush against her thigh, an involuntary moan rising in her.

Trying to relish the moment of her first latex encounter she forced herself to slow down. Mel had said there was no hurry so she would take her time and try everything on slowly, or so she tried to convince herself. The pink light bathed her in an erotic glow as she admired her naked form in the mirror, a slight sheen on her skin accentuated by the warm light. Slowly and deliberately she picked up the catsuit, again admiring its weightiness in her hand. The zip arrangement seemed very kinky, with a zip going down the front and through the crotch, with double zip pulls, which she imagined would allow for access below. She undid the zips gingerly, the suit heavy and moving in her hands, which were trembling in excitement.