Clair and Helen were best friends at University studying economics and commerce. They worked hard and played equally hard enjoying the party lifestyle and the boys whenever the chance presented itself, which was mostly on a weekly basis. They enjoyed each others company and occasionally slept together if no boys were available. Helen liked to make love to Clair and looked forward to it almost to the point of preferring her to any of the boys.
Fast forward 8 years and now Clair was just turning 30 and was successfully employed as a financial advisor with a superannuation company just north of London near Camden. She still kept in touch with Helen who was widowed (her husband, Peter died in an industrial accident a couple of years earlier) and living in Portsmouth, with her own business advising local government on investments.
One spring weekend Clair drove down to visit Helen at her home and they planned to do a little sailing weather permitting. Helen put Clair into the spare bedroom telling her to make herself at home and she would start lunch in the kitchen.
Clair unpacked her suitcase and placed her small things in one of the dresser draws and hung her slacks and skirts in the wardrobe and as she was just closing the robe door she smelt a strange aroma. She opened the second robe door and saw an array of raincoats hanging there, about 6 or 7 of them in different colours but all of them were shiny and glistening. She was intrigued and looked closer to discover that couple were plastic or PVC and what seemed like rubber and closed the door on them and finished putting her things away, but thinking why Helen would need so many raincoats.
Over lunch the girls brought each other up to speed on their lives and loves and latest fashion trends and who was screwing who in the land of glamour and social scenes. Helen suggested that tomorrow looks like the best chance to go sailing according to the weather man on the news that morning, with just a small chance of light rain.
"I have a spare raincoat for you just in case it does rain." Helen told Clair.
Clair replied, "Yes I saw them in the wardrobe earlier, why do you have so many?"
"Oh Ok, the secret is out, though it is not really a secret as I expected you to see them and give me the chance to talk to you about something I have been thinking on for some time now."
Helen continued, "Peter and I had a good life together and he was kind and very comforting to me during that time I was depressed and through his love and caring he brought me out of it. I wanted to give something back but could not think of anything other than just buying a gift which did not seem right after all the time and effort he put into me.
One evening he asked me if we could talk freely about something that was worrying him, I panicked then thinking the worst about our relationship. Peter looked me straight in the eye and said that he had a fetish for shiny raincoats and had had for a long time but keep it secret from me. I was speechless not knowing where this was going, how do you mean a fetish for raincoats? Other women wearing them or what? I was getting a little angry by now thinking he may have someone else."
Helen could see Clair was looking interested but puzzled and about to ask a question but Helen held her hand up and said,
"Hear me out first Clair, Peter carried on and explained that they were just very sexy looking when worn by women and he imagined making love to them with them wearing a shiny raincoat. He said that it would be wonderful to make love to me dressed in a raincoat. At first I didn't know just what to think, this was mind blowing stuff, how long was this going on I asked him?
