RUBBER STOCKINGS

I hate rubber stockings.
You sweat in it and after a while they give you the unconfortable feeling of being wet and cold.
But when we are together, he wants me to wear them although he didn´t expect me to do it that way this time.
As always, he called me and said that the airplane ticket was waiting for me at the airport.
As always, I asked him in which city I was supposed to fly this time.
- Las Vegas - he answered shortly - in five hours.
I packed a little baggage and called a taxi.
I will never forget his face when he saw me.
At the airport I slowly walked to him bounded up in shining rubber feeling on my body the eyes and the desire of all the men that were there. I even had a whip with me.
The driver in the car was not beliving his eyes.
- Hallo John - I said with my nicest smile - can you please don´t look in the rear-view-mirror that way? You know, I am a shy girl...
John smiled and then started the engine. We closed the glass in between us.
Then I looked at the gentleman sitting near me. He was incredibly amused and excited the same time. We didn´t have our usual nice chit-chats drinking wine on the way to the hotel.
He caressed my rubbery breasts and slowly opened the zip in between my legs.