David was waiting in the departure lounge at Sydney airport when he spotted the lady in the dark blue slinky skirt. He was thinking it was latex, it certainly looked like latex, but would a woman really wear latex in public, especially in an airport lounge ready to board a plane? Dave loved latex and was familiar with its appearance but didn't have any of his own as it was so expensive. He did once buy a pair of ladies panties and enjoyed wearing them a few times before they ripped and used them afterwards to put on his pillow to sleep on so he could enjoy the feel and aroma of his favourite material.
Dave was on his way to Perth to help commission some machinery his company had sold over there and he was expected to be away for about 4 or 5 weeks. He was 25 years old, slim and quite fit; he had had girl friends in the past but at the moment was single. His love of latex had been with him for many years and his dream was to find a girlfriend who would wear latex for him, but he was too embarrassed and scared to even suggest his fetish to any of his previous girlfriends.
So seeing this woman, whose age he thought was around 30, wearing what appeared to be his fantasy material, got his attention real quick. The woman sat down and commenced to read a magazine, the seat next to her was vacant, "This is my chance." thought Dave and moved towards her and sat down on the seat next to her. He was sure the skirt was latex by the way it folded upon itself and the shine, but most of all he could smell the aroma raising up from it. The skirt was pleated and dropped to a little below her knees; he couldn't see the waistband as her blouse was covering it. Dave was desperate to feel it and slowly moved his hand by the part of the skirt that was hanging down closest to him. The women seemed to be engrossed in her magazine so Dave edged his fingers onto the latex skirt; his already hard dick went rock solid with the touch of the latex on his fingers.
Dave was desperate to caresses the skirt more meaningfully but that would be out of the question, he would probably get arrested for assault or something, so he just very slowly rubbed the ends of his finger on the skirt thinking that was the closest he was ever going to get.
The air stewardess called for all first class passengers to please board now and the women folding her magazine rose from her seat and proceeded to the desk and disappeared down the air bridge. That, thought Dave, was the end of his likely only encounter with a lady wearing latex, and she didn't even know it.
There were only three passengers going first class so the business class passengers were called next and finally the economy passengers which is where Dave fitted in. As Dave entered the aircraft and was directed to his seat, no. 27B, he again glimpsed the lady in the blue latex skirt sitting in the front row next to the window with an empty seat next to her, the other three first class passengers also had empty seats next to them. Dave sighed and thought what a waste but maybe I might get another look at the other end when we are collecting our luggage. Just as he got level with the lady she raised her head and smiled at him, Dave taken aback, just smiled and nodded back but couldn't think of anything so say at such short notice so moved along the passage to 27B.
He seated himself between an old grey haired man and a teenager with and I-pod stuck in his ears, the old guy said hello and that he didn't like conversation with strangers so please don't talk to him. Great, thought Dave, 5 hours stuck between these two. A few minutes later after all the passengers were seated the stewardess came to him reaching over the young lad and whispered that if he liked he could relocate up front as the lady in 1A had requested him to join her if he wished. Dave was obviously asleep as this was obviously a dream, but yet he was awake, he spluttered out thankyou very much I would love to. The stewardess backed out and Dave squeezed past the lad, retrieved his carry on bag from the overhead locker and followed the stewardess up to the front. The lady had changed her seat to the isle one leaving the window seat free for Dave. "Thankyou very much, this will be much more pleasurable than jammed in back there." Dave said to the lady, and manoeuvred into the seat making sure he managed another feel of the skirt as he did so.