The following story takes place nearly 35 years ago. None of the characters are under the age of 18 at that time. Elements of this story were taken from several actual situations and pieced together to create a work of pure fiction.
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This is one more episode about the early years before Mark and Eileen got married when they were both graduate students at the University of Cork in Ireland. It was a time when Eileen was in her glory being able to wear her wellies nearly every day in order to fend off the wet conditions common to the Irish climate. In this story we learn that her liking for wellies actually stems from her sense of smell and how it reacts to the pheromones of rubber.
It was another school day and Eileen awoke to the soft sound of rain hitting the window of her bedroom. Once completely waking up she came to the realization that she would have to endure an early morning lecture followed by a tutorial with Dr. Gallagher in his office. Slowly getting out of bed, she headed for the bathroom and ran the water for her shower. As she waited for the water to get warm, she retrieved the little vinyl pouch holding her travel syringe thinking that douching was a good idea being that she had ended her period just the previous day. When she unzipped the pouch and removed the bag, the fresh odor of rubber wafted throughout the bathroom.
"Mmmm, but the smells nice," she thought to herself as she filled the bag with warm water and added an envelop of hygienic powder before hanging it from a hook inside the shower stall. Then shedding her nightgown Eileen got into the stream of warm water and bathed herself both internally and externally. The scent of rubber lasted for several minutes and teased her senses as it did so.
After getting out of the shower and dressing in a blouse, jumper and sweater, Eileen opened her hall closet to select warm clothing for the chilly wet day that awaited her. Whether or not to wear her wellies was not a question as she pulled them on. The mere act of taking the boots from the closet released more pheromones and she took deep breaths to make certain to savor the moment even though at the time she was totally unaware of how such that scent was affecting her.
Eileen sat through another boring lecture but found that she was able to endure it only because her mind drifted off to more provocative moments. As she daydreamed Eileen felt herself getting aroused and the sense of dampness was evident in her bikinis. Still, she was thankful that she was able to get through the two hours of verbal torture. The next meeting of the morning, the tutorial with Dr. Gallagher, was going to be a more positive event. Eileen only had to make her way across the quad to Hanrahan Hall and up to the second floor where the faculty offices were located.
Unless a faculty member also held an administrative post such as a dean or a vice dean, the offices were anything but grandly appointed places. Dr. Gallagher, not unlike most of his colleagues, had a three-meter by three-meter office occupied by a desk and chair, a side chair, and three walls of bookshelves. The fourth wall was all windows underneath of which was a large ancient radiator that furnished the heat.
A congenial man of nearly 60 years of age, Dr. Gallagher waived Eileen inside and told her to take a seat as he finished up some edits on a journal manuscript. The room seemed warm, but Eileen though it to be pleasantly so although she could not articulate why. While some faculty offices had a musty smell reminiscent of damp paper, Dr. Gallagher's had a different albeit pleasant smell. As she looked around, Eileen saw an ancient pair of rubber overshoes that the good professor had apparently worn that morning. Situated close to the hissing radiator they were also releasing their pheromones.
Dr. Gallagher began to question Eileen about several of the assigned books on Celtic culture. She had loved those books and did not find any part of them to be even close to boring. Her answers were articulate and the old professor nodded his head in approval as he listed to her well-informed responses. As the session wore on the small room became increasingly warmer, the odor of rubber permeating the atmosphere, and Eileen becoming even more aroused.
"It isn't that the old professor is turning me on, but I'm getting really excited," she thought to herself as the feeling of dampness grew in her panties. Fortunately, the tutorial came to an end and Eileen was able to get out in the fresh air of the quad. It had started raining so she put up her umbrella as she waded through the many puddles that had formed from that morning's heavy rain and now dotted her route.
"Thank goodness for wearing wellies!" she thought to herself. "If I were Irish I think that I'd probably own a closet full of them. Leather would probably rot quickly in this climate," she thought with a bit of a giggle.
By now it was getting close to noon and the growl from Eileen's stomach told her that she should find some sustenance. Not wanting anything too filling, she opted for a small ploughman sandwich, which she intended to take back to her flat which was only about three blocks away.
Not more than 10 minutes later she entered her flat and without even taking off her coat or wellies unwrapped the ploughman and took a bite. A Coke from the fridge helped wash it down. Eileen took off the coat and slung it over the back of a chair, but elected to keep her wellies on. She'd have to read several hundred pages of assignments for the next day, but the first thing that she needed to do was to visit the loo. As she sat relieving herself Eileen looked up and saw the feminine syringe that she had used that morning. It was probably dry enough by now that she could put it away. She coiled its hose and folded the bag in half so she could stuff it back into its pouch, but when she did so was again greeted by that wonderful scent of rubber. She put the bag to her nose and inhaled deeply.
