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."
