I Was Lucky to Find a Good Sized Room in Suburban House with a Pleasant Landlady Who Was

The landlady

I was lucky to find a good sized room in suburban house with a pleasant landlady who was providing breakfast and supper for a reasonable sum. When I got back from the office I would go to my room and read or write until my landlady called me for supper. She was a shapely woman who tended to wear tight sweaters and tight skirts which emphasized her figure. She had introduced herself as Mary. It was a pleasure to be served by Mary but once I had finished I went up to my room and continued to read or write.

I hadn’t been there long when I noticed a red mackintosh hanging in the hall. I began to fantasize about Mary and the mac in the hall. I had a brochure from South Bucks Rainwear. The models always wore rubber boots and fully buttoned and belted macs. I loved the way they showed off their figures. Most of the photos were taken outside on dry sunny days. It made me excited seeing them showing off their figures in rubber lined mackintoshes in public places. Mary would have made a good model. I would write a few paragraphs of a short story but it always ended up with me getting too carried away and I would have to go to bed because the story had become too pornographic. I used to picture Mary in a variety of mackintoshes. She was always fully buttoned and tightly belted in my dreams.

One evening when I got back Mary said she would serve my supper but apologized that she would have to leave my pudding on the side as she had to go out. When she called that my supper was ready I could hear the rustle of mackintosh as I came down the stairs. She had it on but not done up which made it swish and slap as she moved around. I marveled at the way the mackintosh wrinkled at the elbows as she lifted the dishes and put them on the table. I could see the rubber lining as it draped from the tips of her big, high, pointed breasts. My mouth went dry and I just managed to stop myself staring at her. Her mac brushed against my bare arm as she put the plate down.

While I was eating she stood in front of the mirror over the fireplace and did up the buttons of her mac right down to the bottom. Then she threaded the belt through the buckle and pulled it tight. She obviously was not satisfied because she loosened it and arranged the folds of mackintosh into the belt under her breasts. When she had pulled the belt in tight and tucked the end in she turned this way and that in front of the mirror to see that all was in order. She turned to me and said. Are you all right, you haven’t eaten anything. I blushed and mumbled that I had been day dreaming. Well I must be off she said. I will have to leave you to your dreams and she bustled out.

I nearly forgot to eat my pudding but I quickly cleared up and started to go upstairs when I saw another mac hanging in the hall. I could not resist it. I went over and felt the soft rubber lining. In fact it was a black cape with a hood. The slightest touch made it rustle and although I knew there was no one in the house I looked round guiltily. I pressed my face to the cold rubber lining and stroked and caressed the material. I was aroused by the thought of Mary buttoning herself into the cape, putting the hood up and swishing round in front of the mirror. I took the cape off the hook to see how it draped and wrinkled but I was terrified that Mary would come back and find me at it. I hurriedly re-hung the cape and went up to my room.

I was just in time as I heard Mary open the front door and rustle in. I could hear her mac as she moved round the kitchen clearing up. I wondered if she had kept her mac on deliberately to tease me. Eventually she went into her living room and shut the door but I was sure that she hadn’t taken her mac off. I was tempted to go down and check that it wasn’t hanging in the hall. I racked my brains for an excuse to go and knock on the living room door and see if she still had it on. As it was I was far too shy even to go down stairs.

The next day, when I got back from the office, Mary was out. The cape was still hanging in the hall and I could not resist feeling it once more. I did not know when Mary would be back so I dared not take it off the hook again. Then I realized that Mary’s other mac was not there so she must be wearing it. I stood for several minutes wondering where she had gone on a fine evening dressed in a mackintosh. Then her key turned in the lock and I made for the stairs. As she came in the sight and the sound of her mac almost transfixed me. Hello dear, she said. Sorry I was out but I’m sure you didn’t mind she said with what might have been a knowing smile. I blushed but she did not seem to notice. Before you take your coat off, would you be a dear and bring the package on the back seat of the car in for me? It is a bit heavy and awkward. Here are the car keys.

It was big but I got it into the kitchen quite easily. Mary said thank you. Would you like a cup of tea? She was still fully buttoned and belted in her mac and I accepted with alacrity. It was wonderful watching her move around in her swirling mackintosh. I was able to watch the way the hem of the mac wrapped itself round her bare legs as she tottered around in her high heels making the tea. She sat across the kitchen table and rested one arm in front of her with her breasts on top of it as she drank her tea. There that’s nice she said. We haven’t had a chance to chat before. She asked me about my job and whether I had friends in the area. I answered as best I could but I was distracted by the proximity of her mackintosh. Then she said ‘Look at the time!’ I have been keeping you and I haven’t even taken off my mac. I managed to say that it was a very nice colour. Thank you she said. I’m glad you like it. Red is my favorite colour. She then quickly undid the belt and the buttons and slipped it off in a crescendo of rustling mackintosh. Would you be a dear and hang it in the hall for me on the hanger next to my cape.

She gave me what I was sure was a complicit smile as she handed me the slithery delight which was still warm at the top. I found it remarkably difficult to get it on to the hanger because of the texture of the slippery taffeta combined with the smooth rubber lining also because of my excitement with my task. Mary called from the kitchen to do up the top button so that it would not slide off the hanger. This took me even longer and I eventually went up to my room in a state of some confusion. That night I managed to finish a story in which Mary kept her mackintosh on and I took her in my arms and kissed her.

One evening the following week, when I got in, football was on the TV. Do you want to watch she said. I would not normally have bothered but she had left both her macs draped over the sofa and I could not resist the chance of being near them. It was only a small sofa so I had to sit almost touching the shiny slithery wonders. After a minute or two I slipped my hand along the cushion and under one of the macs. It felt wonderful and I became very hard. In adjusting myself I disturbed the mac and it slipped onto the floor with a loud rustle. I quickly picked it up and was about to lay it over the sofa again when Mary came into the room. I blushed and stammered an explanation. She smiled and said never mind I need to put one on now. I don’t think I need the cape she said. It is not really raining yet so pass me the red mackintosh please.

Be a dear and help me into it. I held it up and she slipped one arm in. At first she could not find the second sleeve. I was so distracted by the weight and rustle of the mac that I was no longer holding it open for her. In her struggle to get it on she came very close and brushed the mac against me. I can see that you haven’t had much experience of helping a lady into her mac she said. Let’s see if you can do better with the buttons. She turned to face me with her mac open and her chin up. Start at the top she said and do up all the buttons including the little one at the bottom. My hands were shaking but she smiled at me and said It’s all right I wont bite you.

I had to go down on one knee to do up the bottom button. My face was close to the mac and she seemed to be deliberately making it sway and rustle. There she said that wasn’t so bad was it? Stand up and belt me in. She raised her arms so that I could reach round behind her and get the ends of the belt that were hanging down from the loops. As if to help me she thrust her hips forward but it simply meant that I had to bend further forward until my face was nearly into the mackintosh valley between her breasts. I thought for a moment that I was going to fall forward onto her but I managed to find the ends of the belt and recover my balance. Again I was all butterfingers trying to thread the belt through the buckle. She was very patient and when I was ready she said pull it tight. As I did up the buckle I could feel the warmth of the underside of her breasts through the thin rustling material. She made me pull the folds of the mac where it was gathered into her belt round to her sides. I didn’t say anything but I could see how this emphasized her bust. She said thank you. You will need some practice I can see but not bad for a first time.

I am only going to the post she said. I will be back in time to put your supper on the table. You just sit there and enjoy the football. When she went out I went back to the sofa but I could not focus on the football with her black cape still seductively draped over the arm of the sofa. At first I ran my fingers lightly over it and then slipped my hand inside to feel the cold rubber lining. In trying to get my hand right inside to imagine what it would be like to wear, it slithered onto the floor. I quickly picked it up and put it across my lap so that it wouldn’t get away again. It had a button on hood with the same rubber lining as the rest of the cape. I held the hood up to my face to imagine what it was like for her to have her hood up. Forgetting the football and the time I buried my head in the hood.

Suddenly I felt the hood being held to my head. It was Mary. So you prefer my cape to football she said. She must have slipped into the room quietly although how she did it I do not know as she was wearing her rustlely mackintosh. I flushed with shame and embarrassment and tried to get up but she bent over the back of the sofa and held the cape so that I could not sit up. Don’t be embarrassed. There is nothing to be ashamed of. I love wearing that cape and it is nice to know that you like it too. She let go the cape and came round and stood in front of me. I was mesmerized by the close presence of her mackintosh clad figure. I could just see her face over the mac straining across her breasts. My view was almost blocked by the folds of mackintosh pulled into her tightly belted waist. Now that you have shown me that you can’t resist a mackintosh you must tell me about your mackintosh fantasies. Move up so that I can sit with you on the sofa. You keep my cape on your lap and I will keep my mackintosh on to show that we understand each other. Do you like seeing me sitting here in my mac? Look at the way it wraps round my bottom and creases on my arm. Because I have it buttoned all the way down it wraps over my knees as well.

I admitted that I had been thinking of her in her mac. Good she said I like to tease men with my mac and make them hard at the sight and sound of it. I saw you looking at me when I put my mac on. Did you like the way I showed off in it? I always make sure that men know that it is a rubber lined mac. I deliberately brushed the rubber lining of my open mac against you when I was serving you supper the other night. I could see the bulge in your trousers and I enjoyed buttoning and belting myself up in front of you. I could see that you were too shy to let me see you looking at my breasts in the mac but you forgot that I could see you in the mirror feasting your eyes on me when you thought I wasn’t looking.

As I went out I hung my cape in the hall to tease you even more. I carefully arranged the folds so that I could tell whether you touched it while I was out. I could tell from your eyes the next morning that you had been dreaming about it. By the end of the week you were looking really washed out I knew that I had got you hooked on mackintosh and that I would be able to make you do whatever I wanted just by teasing you with my rustle and slap. I have known since I was a girl that some men are excited by mackintosh.

Stand up and dress me in my cape so that I can show you how it should be worn. I flushed and got to my feet. Of course the cape slithered to the floor again. When I stood up she was standing close in front of me so that we were almost touching. I caught the fragrance of warm rubber even though she was still buttoned right up to the neck. She turned up her collar and said put the cape round my shoulders and do up the buttons then I shall be wearing two layers of mackintosh and I will show you how swishy that is. I did as I was told right down to the bottom button again. Now help me put up my hood. She laughed at my clumsiness but I finally drew it over her head and tied the tapes under her chin. Tie them tight so that the hood doesn’t slip off she said and turn it back so that the rubber lining is showing. She went to the mirror and said Is that what you have been dreaming about? Come and fondle me. Roll up your sleeves and slip your arms into my cape so that you can feel the smooth cold rubber lining at the same time as you are feeling my breasts and making me hot in my mackintosh.

When I was young I used to go out with a girlfriend called Betty who also liked teasing men with mackintosh. Here is a picture of us in our capes and boots. I am wearing a mackintosh under my cape to make the rustle louder. I had turned back the cuffs to show that it was rubber lined. Do you like the way we have also turned back our hoods to show off the rubber lining? Betty looks gorgeous with her hood tied tightly under her chin don’t you think? She had nice breasts which she liked to show off by pulling the cape across them.