At the moment my nothing-but-rubber outdoor pursuits are reserved to night time, still extremely nervous about the possibility that somebody might actually be able to see me as I walk the streets head to toe in skin tight latex, keeps my 'strolls' short and sweet. At first my outdoor latex experience was simply opening the front door of the house and taking in the night air but this has quickly expanded to more adventurous outings. Yesterday afternoon I decided I was going to go for a walk and wanted to make sure I didn't chicken out, so needed to prepare. At about 3 pm I rummaged for a small padlock and removed the key, making sure I left the lock open. Then, in my plain clothes, I took the spare key for my house and with both keys I set off on a walk, knowing I would have to follow these footsteps later on that very evening. After about 5 minutes I found a park bench and deposited the keys, hidden under a stone beside a lamp post, I set of home knowing my challenge was set. When I made it home I excitedly pulled on my black stockings and elbow length gloves, then my matching Murray & Vern catsuit, now extremely easy to get on since it has been chlorinated. I slipped a small 17" chain around my neck and, using the open padlock I locked it round my neck making sure it went through the zip to prevent me from getting out of my rubber confinement prematurely. Now I had about 2 hours before it got dark, but about 8 hours until the streets became even nearly quiet enough for me to venture out and about. I quickly found things to do to occupy myself as I waited for the traffic to die down and the commuters to finish their walk home and soon it was time for me to lock myself out of my house. I pulled on my nice new Hunter welly boots and picked up the Studio Gum hood I had set aside to hide my identity. I then decided that wasn't a good idea, I realised two things, one, the hood covered my face tightly and prevented me from hearing properly, a sense I valued too much to lose as a paranoid fetishist. Secondly I knew that there would still be some people out there and I didn't want to scare them... Not that a young man dressed completely in rubber wasn't scary but I decided that with the hood I might look too menacing where without my face covered they would see my nervous smile and realise I was harmless. I put down the hood and headed for the door. I opened it slowly making sure there was nobody in the immediate vicinity and stepped out into the midnight city. Before I lost my nerve I pulled the door closed and heard the clunk of the lock engaging. I was locked out. The only keys that could let me back in was at my friends house or under a park bench. Both 10 minutes round trips. I started to stride up the street following the footsteps I had left in the snow earlier that day. My heart beating furiously under it's new tight latex skin I came round the corner, nobody there, phew! I continued up the street, past my still surprisingly busy local pub, I got some looks but they couldn't know, could they? They had just seem the movement outside and glanced up. They looked back down as if it was completely normal. With my Hunter boots squeaking against my rubbery legs, I crossed the busy A-road and up a set of stairs to a much quieter street, my heart still going like the clappers and I haven't even noticed that it's about -3 degrees outside this evening. Over half way now and in the groove, before I notice I am 10 feet from a lady walking her dog, she sees my skin tight layer shine under the dull orange street lights and I know there is nothing I can do but walk past normally, nothing strange here. The creaking of the cold rubber on my body is magnified and in what feels like half an hour she takes 3 or 4 looks up and down me. Then smiles. Good, she's not going to scream and run away. I pass right by her and wonder if she is laughing at me, curiosity gets the better of me and I look behind me, she is looking back, still gazing at my latex clad body but not laughing at me. I'm sure she'll remember my face though. I make it to the place where I left the keys, good, they are where I left them, I know I don't have to knock on my friends door and show them my secret fetish as I ask them for my spare key. I pick up the keys, and make a U-turn. By now I have picked up the pace, though being very careful not to slip, they say you should always wear clean underwear in case you get hit by a bus, well, I wasn't wearing any underwear but I wasn't worried about that! Back down the quiet street, this time there are no dog walkers, a clean run down the steps. A quick look before I step out to cross the main road, there were cars coming from both directions, time to look casual. I walk down the street and the cars pass, not even slowing, too busy with their own lives to notice the man in the catsuit. Somebody is walking the other way, I look up and down the road, It's clear, I cross the road and the man on the other side has a quick glance but doesn't seem to care either. Soon I am heading down my quiet street and my heightened senses noticing all the extra lights that seem to be on since I left 10 minutes ago. I can't see any curtains twitching though. I round the corner and up my pathway, slip the key into the lock and I'm in! Home and dry, and what an amazing buzz. |
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