By Macman The storyteller finds a rather unusual bookshop in a university town, and finds his love in the shop.

I was walking along a little street in Oxbridge when I came on a charming little bookshop, with a frontage which was clearly several centuries old. I noticed the name over the front, Wilson's University Bookshop. A perusal of the books showed many science ones, but also many volumes on classical music. There seemed to be very many on astronomy and so here was quite a find.

I was wearing my brown mackintosh lined inside with rubber, and entered. I saw in the opposite corner a very beautiful woman wearing a delightful red one piece dress, and with the most lovely peach complexion. She welcomed me with a beautiful deep contralto voice, and asked if I would like to look around. I said that I would, and went for the astronomy section, which didn't take too long to find. Just behind it was a coat stand, and hanging on it was the most fabulous red rubberized mackintosh, with the lining exposed towards me. I took off my own mackintosh, and took a quick look at the red mac as the woman was in the back of the shop. I smelt the rubber lining and it was as strong as I have ever known from a ladies mackintosh. Wouldn't it be wonderful to put it onto its lovely owner, with nothing else on her.

I soon chose a new book on black holes, and then I called out for some assistance. The lovely girl came out front, and I asked where the books on composers were. I could have sworn that her dress rustled on her as if it was also made of rubberized fabric, but my imagination was running riot. She showed me the music section, and asked if I wanted any particular book. She reached for a shelf ladder, climbed it and soon found the one on Delius. My heart was thumping because I could smell the strong odor of warm rubberizing which almost seemed to be coming from her body, but obviously, from the red mackintosh hanging on the coat stand. She asked me if there were any other books I was interested in and I must have flushed somewhat as I stumbled out that I had an interest in fetishism. She pinkened just slightly, and asked me what branch I was interested in. I suppose that I must have plucked up courage because of her rubber mackintosh hanging by our sides, and I managed to say that I was fascinated by rubber and mackintosh materials.

She asked me if I was a consultant in the field, and I admitted that I was just an enthusiast, but I must have gone almost crimson. She blushed visibly, but showed me the most amazing collection of books on the subject, many of them completely new to me. There was one book all about rubberized materials and another about detailed histories of mackintosh lovers. What a thrill, but was she really interested, or was it just a professional one in the past?

I chose several books, and she asked if I would like some filter coffee. She told me that she had a little den in the back, and hoped I would find it comfortable. I grasped the opportunity, and so our friendship began. I had to explain that my sight was very bad, and that I could only read for a few minutes before I got a headache, and she offered so sweetly to read the book on mackintoshes to me with utmost pleasure. We relaxed on her sofa, which I soon realized was covered with a rubberized heavy cotton material, although no-one who did not like rubber would have realized. She took out some cakes, and suggested that we should share some. They were wonderful, creamy, and what fantastic pastry!

We talked about our lives, and she told me in between customers that she had been an astronomer, working in research at Cambridge, but her grant eventually ran out. She had come into some money from a legacy, and took up the family business of bookselling, but with a difference. She took over the little shop 4 years previously, and decided to specialize in Science and Music, with some Literature, and other fast selling titles. She did very well, and was able to take holidays all over the world. She told me that she had never been married, but would like to find a partner, but she was scared that a man would pretend to like mackintosh just to get her. She wanted a sincere relationship.

I told her about myself, and that I had just the same longing for a partner, and so many times, I had been let down by a girl who just wanted a boyfriend, or just desired sex, without companionship, let alone a real love of mackintosh and rubber. I told Mary that she was the first woman that I had ever met that was interested in Macs. She blushed at this, and said that she thought that I was the first who really did like Macs, who had similar interests. We talked for hours, and I told her that I had such trouble now getting any material, let alone anyone to make me underclothes. She blushed again, and smiled as she said that she would love to make me a few very special clothes. My heart was beating fast, and I held her hand. I was so scared to lose her after our first meeting, that I suggested that it would be time to go back home.

She asked me if I would like just a short reading session. I was thrilled, and it was then that she told me that her dress really was made of rubber mackintosh, and she had made it herself from material she had found in Singapore. She told me that almost any material lined with rubber of beautiful quality could be bought there, and she had found a shop that would supply her by post. She joined me on the sofa, and opened one of the books that I had bought. It was a book of mackintosh fetishist case histories. She asked me to put on my mackintosh, and also to help her on with hers. I gently held up the lovely rubber surface towards her, and she put her mackintoshed arms into the sleeves, and turned round to face me. I buttoned her up and soon the warm smell of rubber drifted up to our noses. She lovingly looked up at me and neither of us could resist an enormous hug and long kiss.

She pressed her mackintosh hat, lined with rubber inside, over my face, and so gently told me that she understood even more than I might think. She was trembling, but made a deliberate effort to sit down on the sofa beside me. In her teens, she spent some of her pocket money on mackintosh sheets, usually pink, and her auntie bought her a lovely red mackintosh. She used to put on her sheet under her knickers, and wrap it against her body, tying it around her neck, and wrapping it in between her legs, then round her bottom. Her knickers kept the mackintosh sheet in place, and she could feel it touching her breasts. Mary was blushing more and more.

I hugged her, and said that it must have been quite a strain reading the book to me, whilst knowing that it would be having an effect on me. I still did not want to spoil our first meeting, so after another enormous hug and long kiss, I collected my books, and agreed to see her after 3 days. Neither of us knew how we could wait so long, but she said that she would have a surprise for me when we next met. I made a date for the end of the afternoon, and would arrive when the shop would still be open.

I spent the next two nights dreaming about my super mackintoshed girl, and the following afternoon, I put my old mackintosh pants on, although they were so worn, and donned my mackintosh. I ambled along her road, with my heart beating with anticipation. I opened her front door, to see her wearing a different set, a white blouse top, and red skirt.

Another mac was hanging on the coat stand, a gorgeous one made from pink mackintosh sheeting with no ordinary fabric showing. She hid behind one of the shelves, and I followed her round and we had a soothing long kiss. She crackled in her mackintosh outfit, and closed the shop, picked up her mackintosh, and asked me to follow. We closed the door behind us at the back of the shop, and then she threw the mackintosh at me and asked me to help her into the rubberized sleeves. I did this, and then helped her smooth the mackintosh round her lovely body. She lifted up her smiling face and I gave her a long kiss. We walked over to the sofa, and flopped down on it, with coffee bubbling away in front on the table. She lovingly kissed me again and I soon was feeling her breasts through her mackintosh blouse. She was not wearing any bra and gasped as I held her.

She suddenly reached for the inside of her mackintosh, and held some of its smooth pink rubbery surface over my face, so I could smell the warm odor of rubber. She asked me to breathe in the mackintosh, and I knew that she was a very wonderful woman. I gently smoothed the rubber surface on her body and suddenly felt her feeling for me through my own mackintosh pants. I felt her heart beating faster as her hand opened my trousers, then she gasped as she found the mackintosh. I apologized for the old material, and then she said something that made my heart miss a beat. While fumbling with me through the mackintosh pants, she slowly took off my trousers, then lowered the mackintosh pants. She told me that she had never been so thrilled before, and she wanted to make me so happy, which will thrill her even more. As she slowly pulled my mackintosh pants off my legs, I soon felt a little cold, but colder still as she suddenly pulled up a new pair of mackintosh pants up my legs.

She stopped when they got to my knees, and told me that I was rather a naughty little boy, and she had made a rather special mackintosh nappy for me. She reached for what seemed to be a mackintosh rubber sheet, and held one end behind me. I felt her clamp it around my waist, then she pulled up the other end in between my legs. The feeling was so wonderful that I gasped with pleasure, and she blushed as she tucked the mackintosh underneath the little rubber belt. Then she kissed me as she pulled up the mackintosh pants right over my thighs and bottom. We both lay down on the rubberized sofa and put our arms round each other.

Soon, I was gently massaging her bosom under her mackintosh blouse. I massaged her bottom through her mackintosh skirt, and I was thrilled by hearing her little gasps of pleasure. I felt her reach for her rubbery hat, and her hand soon was gently holding it over my face. I was almost overcome with the smell of warm mackintosh, I felt her gently play with me in between my legs, through the mackintosh nappy. She was crying with pleasure and gasping as I caressed her under her skirt. I gasped as she grasped me firmly when she knew that I had just discovered that she was wearing lovely mackintosh knickers too. She said that she would so love to relax with me in our mackintosh clothes for hours, but we should have dinner first. She wanted to keep her rubbery clothes on and hoped that I would too. She turned off the lights and reached for another large piece of mackintosh clothing- an enormous dressing gown in a white material.

She took off my shirt and jersey, then I felt the mackintosh gown held right over me. My hands and arms slipped into the arms, then she bottoned me up. She put on a disc of Delius, and got dinner ready.

After we had eaten the most exquisite meal, we hugged again, and she shyly asked me to come upstairs and see the rest of her large flat. We first popped into her bathroom, and around the bath were, of course, mackintosh shower curtains. There were other rubber things, including a large red rubber enema bag, with a long red rubber tube hanging from it, and several pairs of rubber knickers drying on the heated rail. Her bedroom was quite beautiful, showing a delicate taste in furnishing.

She asked me, with a chuckle, to pull down the quilt. When I pulled it down I saw her rubberized silk sheets. Her nightdress was of thin pink mackintosh material. She shyly whispered that I couldn't look through her wardrobe yet, but one day we could share it. Under the bed were more mackintosh sheets of differing colors, hospital red, pink, white, and blue. One had blue rubberizing on one side, with pink on the other. The pink side was very smooth, and the blue was a smooth matte finish. The odor of rubber was very strong indeed. Mary's bedroom was almost a dream rubber room, and I sat astounded on the edge of her bed. She stood in between my legs, and allowed me to hug her closely around her mackintoshed waist. We kissed deeply, and as she sucked my tongue her hand reached down to my mackintosh pants, and then she closed her hand around my penis and caressed me through the mackintosh nappy. My heart was beating so fast, and then she gently pushed me down onto her rubberized silk sheet.

She opened her wardrobe just enough to reach for a white silk mackintosh dressing gown, and climbed into the rubberized bed with me. We relaxed in each others arms, and suddenly she popped a fascinating and sexy question.

There must be so many beautiful things that we are each longing for but are too shy to ask for. Ever since I was a girl, I have dreamt about them, and how about you? I admitted that I had the same longing which I had never told anyone about before.

Well, lets each in turn mention one thing at a time, and enjoy telling about our longing. I asked Mary to tell me first of her desires. She grasped my penis through the mackintosh, and started rubbing my bottom through my rubberized pants. She told me that she longed to be given a rubber enema by a mackintoshed lover who was just as excited. I cried out with a gasp, and kissed her deeply, and felt her suck at my tongue. I asked if I may treat her to a rubber enema. She admitted that she had some special elasticated rubber enema pants and wanted to be made to wear them, then given a gentle enema. She told me that she longed to feel a soapy rubber enema tube pushed slowly up her and then after hours of petting with lovemaking, she would suddenly feel the cold water come up the rubber tube. This would hopefully be when she was in the middle of a huge orgasm. She wept in my arms when I told her that to give a beautiful mackintoshed woman an enema was my first wish, combined with the lovely girl wanting to give me one just before my orgasm.

I told her that I longed to be dominated, but in a simple childish way, and made to wear mackintosh enema knickers. I wanted to be helped to breathe the strongest odor of warm mackintosh, and then have my orgasm into her supple mackintoshed body. She gasped again, for this too was one of her wishes too! I longed for Mary to keep on telling me to smell and breathe in the mackintosh as she gently held it over my face.

It was her last wish coming up, and she held me even more firmly, even gently masturbating me into the mackintosh. I held firm and controlled myself, but she then told me her final strong desire. she wanted to be called a naughty girl, and spanked through rubber mackintosh pants and nappy. She wanted to be dressed in her mackintosh dressing gown, and afterwards possessed by me while she was bringing me to my orgasm with constant fondling and a rubber enema. I gasped for delight as I admitted to her that I always longed to spank a naughty mackintoshed girl lying on a rubberized bed. She got out of bed and opened the wardrobe wide, where I could see all her lovely rubber and mackintosh things. She asked me in her lovely contralto voice if I would like some enema treatment now, and would I like to give some to her.

She got out a large red rubber enema tube and filled a rubber bag with cold water from the tap. She popped out to her bathroom to get the second rubber enema tube and connected it up with the other one, and added some pure liquid soap. We could each work a rubber bulb for the other. She left a large rubber bucket by the bed side, and changed all her clothes for fresh ones. She took off my mackintosh pants and slowly pulled some elasticated mackintosh enema knickers up my legs. She changed my mackintosh nappy, then left me face down to cool off on the rubberized silk sheets.

We both knew that we had all the time in the world to enjoy our mackintoshes and thrill each other. We rested and talked about rubber Macs then petted again until we were almost bursting.

I kissed her breasts then she held her mackintosh over my face, and sexily told me to breathe in the mackintosh. I fondled her clitoris and vagina gently as she played with me. As I was caressing her in between her legs, she was strongly stroking me through my mackintosh nappy, and then I knew that neither of us had too long to wait for our orgasm. I slowly inserted her rubber enema tube into her body whilst caressing her, and kissing her breasts, and she soon reached for my rubber tube and gently inserted it into my body, pulling it in and out to strengthen the sensation, while continuing to stroke my penis. She groaned with pleasure and suddenly folded her old red rubber mackintosh around my entire head so I could breathe the warm mackintosh. I was very near, and felt her beginning to have her orgasm, and gently pressed in her rubber bulb. Just a few seconds later I felt the gentle sensation of cold water entering my body, as she squeezed my rubber bulb lovingly for me.

I knew that I was having the biggest orgasm that I had ever had. Mary was gasping and almost crying with pleasure as I gently pumped her rubber bulb. I was deep inside her and she could so easily feel the throbbing of my penis against her vagina. We both held the warm mackintosh against each others faces and slowly calmed down. Mary told me almost in a whisper that she was happier than ever before, and she had just had the most fantastic orgasm that she had experienced. I lovingly whispered to her that she will have many more of them just the same, or even greater. We relaxed for an age, gently fondling each other around our bodies, and talked quietly about our feelings for each other. She said softly that she wanted to give me the greatest pleasure that she could, and that she would like to do anything with mackintosh that would give me a greater sensation. Every time she felt me enjoying her fondling, she got her own sensation of pleasure, which she had never known before. We washed and cleaned up each other, and put the enemas away.

We had a shower together using the mackintosh shower curtain to fondle each other with. After our shower we dried each other and collapsed into bed again. We were naked this time, but soon she reached for some of the mackintosh sheets under the bed, and wrapped them around me. She was soon encouraging me to dress her into her favorite red rubber mackintosh, and slowly I pulled her mackintosh nappy around her thighs. I slowly pulled up her mackintosh knickers, and she gasped with pleasure as I fondled her through the mackintosh. I told her that she was a naughty little girl, and I turned Mary over onto her face, wrapped in a pink mackintosh sheet. Suddenly I spanked her several times with my hand, and she cried out for more. I called out that she was a very naughty mackintoshed girl, and she would be punished in rubber mackintosh. I stopped when she had had enough, and then gently rubbed her buttocks, as well as masturbating her clitoris. She had another orgasm, and again, a very strong one. She grasped me through my mackintosh nappy, and held her red Mack over my face. She turned me on my back and played with me as if I was a little child.

She pulled my legs apart and pulled a new cold mackintosh nappy around me. All over again she masturbated me lovingly and gently into the warm mackintosh, while holding the red rubber mackintosh over my face. I throbbed for a long time, and she had yet another fit of trembling and gasping as she knew that I was so overcome with my own feelings. We were both exhausted, and lay there for many minutes before we cleaned up and tidied the bed. She suggested that I stayed the night, so we could enjoy ourselves again in the morning. She put on her mackintosh nightie but I slept in my mackintosh knickers.

We had just the silk Mack sheet over us under the quilt. We slept soundly in each other's arms, as happy and relaxed as we had each ever been.

We awoke in the morning feeling very refreshed, and she reached under the bed for my mackintosh dressing gown, and she put on her red rubbery mackintosh. She asked me if I would like another rubber enema. I must have blushed, for she immediately reached for the rubber enema tube. She got out of bed to fetch the other tubing, and some rubberized enema pants. She wrapped another mackintosh nappy around me, and gently began to masturbate me through the mackintosh. I fondled her under her rubberized nightdress, and noticed that she had put on some mackintosh knickers. I was soon getting very worked up, and she began to fondle me more firmly, stroking me up and down, and then I felt her slowly squeeze the rubber bulb, and then she felt me coming into the mackintosh sheet. I was also caressing her, and I felt her throbbing with pleasure.

When we were both finished, we cleared up and returned for a while to bed and hugged each other. We spoke to each other in little more than a whisper and we both realized that we would have each other for life. We eventually got up and dressed in our normal clothes, and I remembered that her normal outfit was her mackintosh skirt and blouse. We had breakfast, and then she invited me to go with her up to the observatory. We spent a wonderful day there, and then returned to her flat for dinner. It didn't take much persuasion for me to let her lower my trousers, and dress me in mackintosh pants, with a very old red mackintosh sheet wrapped around my waist.

Then she fetched the red rubber enema tube, soaped it, and gently inserted it into my rectum. She connected a rubber bulb, and I was to find later what she would do to me. She slipped the rubber waterproofed dressing gown over my shoulders, and then gave me an enormous hug. She was completely irresistible and I found it difficult to concentrate on anything when she started caressing me all over again. But, this time, she was teasing me, for she soon stopped, and said that she was getting hungry.

I suggested that we might go out for a meal, and she approved, recommended a local very good restaurant, but added that there would be one condition; I would have to wear the mackintosh nappy, feel the rubber enema tube, and keep the mackintosh pants under my trousers, and that I would allow her to wear her red mackintosh top and skirt, without any bra, just to excite both of us. Of course I agreed, and so we left her flat holding each other's hands, hopelessly in love with each other.

The End