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Part 7: The cabin
As they drove the narrow winding country road towards the north shore of the island, Kristen was taking in the beautiful scenery. The islands, an short ferry ride from Seattle, were heavily wooded and sparsely populated. Lately they had become a favorite retirement spot for wealthy Californians escaping from LA. They drove for a few seconds until the road opened up into a large circular drive way. In the distance behind the house was the sea.
Richard got out of the car, went around to the drivers door and helped Kristen out. She stood for a minute enjoying the beauty of the scene and admiring the house. Richard collected the overnight backs from the trunk and together they went down the half dozen steps to the front door, which looked massive and solid. Richard unlocked it, stepped inside and disarmed the security system and Kristen followed him in. Richard put the two bags down in the entrance foyer and took the two steps down into the sunken living room
"Wow, this place is fantastic Richard. When you said you had a cabin on the island I was thinking of some little one-room shack. This house is huge"
Richard smiled. "Yes it is great isn't it. Sharon and I bought it awhile ago - it was in quite a mess when we got it. But a lot of money and about a year of work got her back to her former glory. We put in a new roof, kitchen, master bathroom, fireplace, we wired it for a computer network and cable, added a back-up generator. Then we replaced the deck, put in a hot-tub and redecorated the whole place It even has a wine cellar and beach access. Sharon and I intended to live here full-time and I'd keep an apartment in town. But of course all our plans went to hell when she died. I still come out here on weekends though.
"Can I take a look around?, Kristen asked him
"Sure, let me give you the guided tour."
Richard took her elbow and they moved to the huge floor-to-ceiling windows that dominated the end of the main room. From there they could see the water past the large deck. To her right was a massive stone fireplace running the full height of the room. Off to one side was the dining area with a beautiful cherry table and four high back chairs. A pass-through hatch opened into the kitchen. The kitchen was very modern with a gleaming steel six-burner gas stove in a central island and a matching refrigerator. Next to the kitchen was a small powder room and beyond that was Richard's study/library/computer room. A large cherry wood desk dominated the room and on it sat the largest flat-screen monitor Kristen had ever seen. Behind the desk was a large cream leather rocker-recliner.
Back in the living room a hallway led off to the left. On one side of the hall were some sundry small rooms - storage, laundry etc. On the other were the two main bedrooms. The first bedroom, which Richard referred to as the spare, was a large rectangular room with more of the picture windows facing the water. It had a queen-size bed and along one wall were matching closets. The bedroom had it's own en-suite bathroom with marble tub and shower.
Richard led her into the master bedroom which had a huge king-size four poster bed facing the water. From the bed one could look out at the sea just tens of yards away. It had a large walk-in closet and the bathroom, which Kristen immediately fell in love with, had a large octagonal black Jacuzzi tub and a walk-in shower for two. It even had a bidet which Kristen had never actually seen in the flesh before.
"Well what do you think, love?", Richard asked Kristen as they went back into the living room. "Think you could get to like this place as much as I do?"
"Like it? I love this house - it's spectacular", she replied, looking out of the windows at the sea and mountains on the horizon.
Richard collected the bags and placed them in the master bedroom while Kristen went into the kitchen to make some coffee. A big silver and black Krups coffee maker stood near the fridge on the polished concrete counter. She filled the pitcher with some ice water and added the freshly ground beans to the hopper. Within a minute the machine was starting to drip coffee. She went back into the bedroom where Richard was unpacking his bag. He had told her she didn't need to bring much - just some toiletries, cosmetics, one change of clothes. This weekend was intended to be a rubber vacation and everything she needed was already here. The weather forecast was predicting some stormy weather for the next few days - perfect for staying indoors, all rubbered up and enjoying each other's company.
"Kristen, why don't you go into the other room and pick out something from Sharon's collection - that's where she used to keep everything. I'll be with you in a minute", he said as he put her empty bag into the closet.
Intrigued, Kristen hurried next door and threw open the closet. She stood back in amazement. There before her eyes was the largest collection of rubber gear she had ever seen. Hanging from the rod must have been at least a dozen catsuits of varying colors and designs. She examined them more closely. There was five or six black ones - including the Catwoman suit she had worn the previous weekend. They ranged from a simple suit with feet, but no gloves or hood (no doubt to be worn under street clothes), to all-enveloping suits with gloves, hoods and other extras. One even had a pump-up gag with attached inflator in the mouth, similar bulbs at the crotch and no eye holes. Talk about spoilt for choice, she thought as she touched each one in turn, how am I going decide which one to wear. Shit, you could outfit a store with all this stuff.
In addition to all the catsuits, there was a large number of dresses, short and long in various colors. There was also a couple of uniforms - a French maid and a nurse - hanging with them. Kristen saw some corsets in with them - half-Basque and full. Opening the drawers in the closet revealed a whole range of undergarments - bras. briefs, stockings - and a another drawer contained a variety of hoods and masks, collars in rubber, leather and steel. She heard Richard enter the room behind her and he stood with her looking at the closet full of rubber clothing. He smiled at her recognizing her surprise and delight.
"Quite a collection isn't it? My wife just loved coming up here and spend as much time as possible wearing nothing but rubber. Sometimes when I was away on business she spend a whole week up here all rubbered up"
"This is amazing, Richard - I've never seen anything like it. This lot must have cost a fortune"
"I guess there's about twenty thousand pounds - over thirty thousand dollars - worth in there. I say pounds because they all come from England. We went over there a few years ago and had them all custom made. They actually made a body cast for her and molded them to her exact shape"
"Body cast - what do you mean", Kristen asked curiously
"Well they cover the body in a plaster cast, cut it down the back and make a wax mold out of it, so it's an exact copy of the original. Then they dip into some solvent for a few minutes to remove a thin layer all over, so that it'll be a size or two smaller for a real skin-tight fit. They put into a bath of special liquid latex and out comes the suit. They add zippers and extras afterwards. They also made a separate cast of the head for making masks and hoods. Luckily you and Sharon are very close in size and shape, so you should be able to fit into everything just fine. "
"Just how did your wife get to be interested in rubber in the first place, Richard? It's kind of unusual for women to be into latex", Kristen asked.
Kristen was amazed at the amount of work and attention Richard's former wife had devoted to her 'hobby'. She had no idea that her rubber fetish ran so deep or involved such complicated planning.
"If you look closer at one of those catsuits, you'll notice there are none of the usual seams you get on glued suits, except where they attached the hood to the suit.", Richard continued,. "that makes the suits stronger and look better. As molded latex is usually intrinsically weaker than sheet latex, they used a special reinforcing compound - actually graphite microfibers - which strengthen the rubber but still allow it to stretch. That's why the suits cost nearly a thousand dollars each".
Kristen pulled one of the catsuits off it's hanger and examined it closely. It did indeed have only one seam at the neck, almost invisible. The suit was certainly very well made and she couldn't wait try one on.
"Richard, Id like to get changed - is that okay?", she asked "I just dying to try one of these suits on. They look so yummy. Did your wife keep any dildoes around the house? That'll keep me busy until tonight"
"Go ahead, I'll join you soon. There should be some toys and lubricant in the bedside table over there. All the suits are powdered, so just choose any one."
Kristen had a hard time deciding which one to try on first. Then she realized that she could try them all over time - they were hers to use. Eventually it came down to a choice between the blue one and the pewter one, both new colors for her. The gray on today, she decided, and the blue tomorrow. There, that was easy.
While Richard was busy showering in the master bathroom, Kristen stepped out of her jeans and sweater. She was wearing the rubber corset and panties underneath and reluctantly she removed those too. all that rubber in the closet had got her going. She rinsed out the panties and hung them up to dry. Back in the bedroom she got herself into the pewter gray catsuit, which had attached, feet, fingerless gloves and am open-faced hood. She had it most of the way on when Richard entered the room, still naked and drying himself. He helped her zip the suit up and locked the zippers together. She smoothed out all the wrinkles then took a studded rubber and leather collar from the drawer and fastened it around her neck. As Richard had hoped it was perfect fit - the two women could have been twins - and Kristen looked stunning in the dark gray outfit, always one of his favorites. With Kristen in her suit, he went back to the other bedroom and changed himself into a black catsuit of similar design to Kristen's except that it had full gloves
Meanwhile Kristen had discovered the dildoes in the drawer of the bedside table. She selected a medium size vaginal dildo and a long slim butt-plug; she opened up the zipper over her crotch and slipped the members in. She was so wet by now she needed no lubricant -or lubri'cunt' as she jokingly called it. With them comfortably in place and feeling really good, she rejoined Richard just in time to help zip up.
The weekend turned out to be the most fun she'd ever spent. They fucked (a lot), slept, read and ate in rubber. They walked the beach, protected against the rain in rubber. She tried on five suits over the next couple of days. They even went out to dinner one night with rubber catsuits under their street clothes and both could hardly contain their amusement when the other diners starting sniffing the air at the sweet aroma of warm latex that emanated from their table. All too soon the weekend came to an end and it was back to the mainland, reality and work. |
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