Gunge Girls 04: Drenching the Dress

Dinner had just gotten cleaned up and Kenzy's boyfriend, Wes, was rummaging through the hall closet for a towel. "I'm gonna take a shower real quick, okay babe?" He said.

"Okay, Honey, I'm going to slip into something more comfortable while you do that."

"Sounds good." Wes gathered his things in the bathroom and closed the door.

Lexa rushed to the bedroom literally jittering with excitement. She had waited all day for the chance to put her new dress on for Wes. She was so jubilant about it, she could think about almost nothing else since she had gotten home from the shop with it, she didn't even eat as much as she planned because the sheer desire overpowered her appetite.

She reached into the paper bag on the floor of the closet and pulled the glimmering black dress out of it. She laid it down on the bed to admire it while she stripped out of her current getup. She pulled her mesh top off and tossed it to a small pile of apparel next to the bed. She unhooked her black, lacey bra, and set it on top of her dresser. Next, it was time to stow away her leather shorts. She unzipped the fly and grabbed the waistband to pull them down.

As her fingers brushed up against the short leather legs, she couldn't help but wonder what feels like to Wes when he squeezes her leather-clad ass, or when he's caressing her breasts in one of her leather tops. It always feels so soft and smooth when she touches it, and she simply enjoys wearing it; what it must feel like to Wes, who gets rock hard just by glancing at it As she folded up the shorts, she noticed a faint, but not unnoticeable white stain where her left butt cheek would be. Did she seriously walk around all day with a cum stain on her shorts? Did Lexa at the sex shop see it? Her mind suddenly darted back to the very first time Wes ever cummed her in leather, when she first learned of Wes's leather fetish.

It was on Kenzy's 19th birthday. She knew Wes was going to take her out on a hot date, so she wanted to make an equally hot impression for the night, not that it was hard for her. After struggling to think of an outfit, she settled on a combo that would make any straight guy stare for days: a simple, satin blouse, and a short, black, leather skirt that she was repeatedly told her was too provocative in high school. Wes took her to a fancy dinner at a local steakhouse, and brought her back to his place where they got to doing the dirty for the first time together. While Kenzy originally had plans to experience a real cock in her for the first time, the plans changed once she started stroking his cock.

He started taking his pants off before she even finished following him into the bedroom, but curiously, he wouldn't let her remove anything, which she thought was a bit of a turn off at the time, and a bit odd; what guy doesn't want his girl naked. But then, she learned his real intentions: once she started stroking him closer and closer to climax, he stopped her, and pushed her down to the bed on her back. He took his dick in his own hands and spilled his load all over the crotch area of her skirt. Even after a year, she still remembered his next words: "God, I've always wanted to do that to you with that skirt on!" And the images of his chunky, white essence on the leather as she took a finger to swirl it around and play with it never left her.

But anyway, with Kenzy's shorts and panties were fully removed, it was time to turn her attention back to the dress; that shiny, plasticky, smooth dress she had been dying to put back on since she left the sex shop earlier. She smoothed it out on the bed, and unzipped it. As she stuck her first leg in it, she couldn't help but shudder at the sexy sound the fabric made as it rubbed against her skin. Upon inserting her second leg, it became real, that she was finally getting closer to seeing what the shiny vinyl would look like covered in Wes's cum. While it just a side effect of Wes's own fetish, she had been growing very fond of it herself.

Something about a fresh load of cum on her clothes was just... sexy to her. She pulled the dress up over her bare chest and shoulders; only then was she realizing that it was comfier than she expected. Once it was zipped up, the tightness of the dress caressing her body started warming her up, and making her feel a somewhat tingly sensation. She had always enjoyed wearing leather, be it pants, jackets, dresses, skirts, but this dress was different: the shininess, the tightness, just the way the material felt, it was turning her on in a way leather never had.

As Kenzy heard the shower stop from the bathroom next door, she got herself ready, sitting on the bed, and resisting the urge to rub and savor the texture of the smooth vinyl on her body before Wes came in to help. As soon as she was sure Wes was on his way out of the bathroom, she quickly closed the bedroom door so he could be surprised.

Wes exited the bathroom door, his wet, shoulder-length hair slicked back, a towel around his broad shoulders, and a pair of silky, red boxers Kenzy had bought him last Christmas. As he opened the bedroom door, he stopped and stared in awe at his vinyl-clad girlfriend. "My God..." he gasped. He had been standing there for not even thirty seconds and Kenzy could already see the boner growing in his boxers.

"You like?"

"Oh, fuck yes!"

Wes took two bid strides into the room and practically tackled Kenzy onto the center of the bed, pinning her down with his hands on her smooth, shiny boobs. He squeezed and pushed and rubbed on her breast while passionately kissing her, and occasionally sliding his crotch against hers.

After a vigorous make-out session, he sat up with a leg on each side of her, straddling her. He gently ran his calloused hands up and down her sides as he gazed into her eyes. "I take it this is the surprise you text me about earlier today," he said.

"Indeed," Kenzy replied.

"What made you think of it?"

"Oh, this girl at the store helped me out. I told her I needed something leather that would turn you on, but she told me to try this instead. Was it a good choice?"

"You know me... the shinier, the better."

"Mmmmmm."

Wes repositioned his hands back onto Kenzy's soft, vinyl breasts. He noticed her perky nipples were struggling to poke through the tight dress, and he did the only thing that was natural, he took his index fingers and gently massaged her nipples. It suddenly took Kenzy by surprise, not because he didn't normally rub her nipples, but because the sensation through the dress. The vinyl had a certain, subtle stickiness about it that made Wes's finger bounce up and down with the friction. It was like a vibrator, and it was working. It was almost as if she felt more while wearing the dress than if she was naked. Every few seconds she would let out a small, pleasured whimper. Soon, those whimpers turned into pleasured moans. Between Wes's warm, vibrating fingers and the dress itself, Kenzy was on the verge of actually having an orgasm; certainly not the biggest or most intense one she's ever had, but given that her pussy wasn't even being stimulated beyond the occasional thrust from Wes sitting on top of her, it was surprisingly effective.

"Oh, god, Wes, that feels good." She moaned. Wes paused his activity and wrapped his arms all the way around her torso, pulling himself close and squeezing his bare chest against her vinyl chest. He kissed her passionately again. After he pulled away from her warm, soft lips, she began the very conversation that Wes had so desperately wanted to hear.

"You know what I think would be really hot?" She said.

"Tell me." Wes answered in a demanding wisper.

"Seeing this dress covered in your warm, white cum."

A mutual smile spread across both of their faces. "I think you're absolutely right."

"Well then," Kenzy continued, "Let's get these boxers off." She sat up as well as she could with Wes still straddling her legs, and reach forward and around Wes to give his ass a good smack and a squeeze. He jumped in surprise. She then dragged her thin, delicate hands back around to his front, cupping his encased balls in one hand while gently caressing his rock hard shaft in the other. "Mmmmm... silky smooth. I like it."

"You're such a tease," Wes smiled.

"I know." As her hand reached the waistband of his boxers, it suddenly slipped inside rode his shaft down, then back up, then down the outside again. She then switched tactics and ran both hands up his side, and plunged them into his waistband again, this time, pulling it forward, and gently unwrapped his erect member. As she pulled the boxers down, he helped her by raising himself up so they could be slid down his legs and dropped to the floor.

Once she successfully got the boxers off, Kenzy wasted no time getting straight to business and going to town on his dick, quickly grasping his entire girth and jerking it up and down as Wes began moaning in pleasure. Being slow and teasing about it was no longer a concern for her. She wanted to see her dress covered in his cum as much as he wanted to spray it on.

It seemed like only a few seconds had passed before Wes took control and knocked her hand away. She pushed her back on the bed and came down on her, grinding his dick against the smooth vinyl between her crotch and her breasts. It was so smooth, and the slight, sticky friction he felt was much different than the leather he was used to humping, but he liked it. The more he humped, the louder his moans and grunts were getting.

"Oh, fuck!" He grunted. "Oh, FUCK!" he grunted again.

Lexa could see his face turning red and his eyes glazing over. She new that look could only mean one thing. "Are you gonna cum, baby?" She asked.

"Arggghhh, I'm gonna cum!"

"Then cum for me, baby!" Kenzy replied, "I want you to do it! I want you to shower my vinyl in cum!"

Wes's vigorous humping slowed rapidly, followed by slow, loud grunts as several spurts of cum splashed onto Kenzy's shiny, vinyl midriff, a couple ropes reached her boobs, and one even made it to her chin. Obviously this was a good time for Wes, because she couldn't believe just how much cum actually came out of him, not that she was counting, but she could swear at least ten, large, white blasts erupting from him and generously coating her dress.

"Oh my God, Wes!" she happily exclaimed, "That was so much!"

Wes couldn't even answer, he was so overpowered by his orgasm, he was practically gasping for air. He definitely smiled though.

"You're such a good boy," Kenzy continued. She slowly dipped her finger in the warm pool of goo on her belly, swirling it around, watching in awe as it chunked up in spots and spread around, the puddle was nearly the size of her palm. She also noticed that seemed to glide across the vinyl on its own, as one of the gobs on her breast was quickly sliding how her torso to meet the rest of the pool. She brought her fingers together on each hand, dipping them into the cum, and began spreading it around. A smile grew on her face as the already shiny vinyl gained an extra layer of sheen as it became glazed with cum. She spread it around more and more, rubbing and wiping and painting her whole dress with it. As Wes regained his composure, he sat back watched as Kenzy spread his essence everywhere, on her boobs, her stomach, down to the skirt of the dress, by the time she was finished, there was not part of her that wasn't wet from his handy work.

"So what do you think?" She asked, as she stared at her artwork, licking the remnants off her fingers.

"I think it's a masterpiece." Wes said.

"I guess I'll have to wear this again sometime, huh?"

"Oh, please do."

The night carried on in a pretty standard manner after that. Kenzy went to the bathroom to clean the mess off her dress; it was a damn good thing that the vinyl was easy to clean off, or the dress probably would have been ruined. Wes must have been wiped from his orgasm, because by the time Kenzy returned to the bathroom, he was completely out, and sound asleep. Kenzy quietly stepped over to the closet and pulled out a hanger to store the vinyl dress, and away it went into the special section of the closet where she stored all the rest of her and Wes's favorite garments.

She opened her dresser drawer and rummaged through it to find some pajamas to put on before going to sleep. She debated between her warm flannel pants, and the cooler, satin pair she typically wore after a night of fun with Wes. She put them both back. She was already missing the sensual comfort that the tight dress gave her, so to try to emulate it, she settled on a pair of faux leather leggings she occasionally wore with other ensembles in a slightly less erotic manner. She slipped them on, reveling in the similar comfort she found with the dress, and slithered into bed. She pulled the covers tight around her, and wrapped an arm around Wes. As she felt his deep breathing and heartbeat, she reflected on her day.

At first, it seemed a bit odd that the girl at the sex shop who helped her out wanted to give Kenzy her phone number in hopes of hanging out, but after what happened between her and Wes with the dress she picked out, she was certainly curious about what other suggestions she might have in the future. Then there was the dress itself. She never would have thought of it without the suggestion, or seen it for that matter. She was always used to leather clothes, and had a bit of a fetish for it for years, although that only got more involved once she learned Wes's secret, but this dress was a new entity completely.

It was shinier, sexier, and felt even better. She wondered what other types of sexy, fetish wear she might get that same feeling from. She had never been into BDSM, nor was Wes, but perhaps some of the clothing associated with that type of activity might yield the same result that dress did tonight. She thought about video she came across when researching BDSM in the past; a video where the girls were dressed in latex. She had never imagined the idea before, how comfortable could that really be?

But maybe it would have a different effect than she thought. After some of the comments Wes had made tonight, and in the past, there's no doubt he's thought of it. It was actually kind of a wonder he hadn't suggested it already. But that was an idea for a different day. Even though she didn't get the same level of pleasure she usually got, the excitement of it all wore her out a bit two. Kenzy eventually drifted off to sleep, the images of her cum soaked, vinyl dress flashing through her dreams all night long.