I was glad the week was over. It had been one of those weeks at work where everything had seemed to go wrong. But two things brightened it up for me. It was Friday afternoon and I had the whole of the weekend to look forward to when I could please myself what I did. The other thing that pleased me most. it was pouring down with rain. For most people this is a no no, but for me it was something I enjoyed.

I lived about 1 1/2 miles from work and always walked to work. When it was raining, as it was today, I always had the excuse to dress in my favourite two piece waterproof gear with my wellingtons also. Nobody ever took any notice, and no one knew anything of my passion for wearing such things. They just took it as sensible gear for walking in for any distance.

So, the time come to pack up and put on my wellingtons. As I did so I felt a slight erection  forming and hoped no one noticed. Next I pulled up my yellow trousers as tight as they would go feeling them against my crotch, an added erotic feeling for me. Then the rain jacet fastened right up to the neck with the hood pulled up and the draw string pulled tight ready for the off. A cheery wave to all and away I went into the pouring rain. I had gone about half a mile when suddendly a car slowed up at the side of me and the horn sounded and the window wound down. The guy shouted from inside asking if I wanted a lift. Because I was enjoying the walk dressed in my favourite gear I had the full intention of refusing. Until that is I looked inside. My heart skipped a beat and I was speachless. There was this guy sitting there in the most lovely of shiny black rubber mackintoshes I had ever seen, with a matching souwester turned up at the front. I tried to make it not too obvious how taken up I was with his gear but eventually acceptd his offer of a lift. As soon as I sat down he leaned over and put the seat belt over me making sure it was tight and secure. The next thing he complimented me on my choice of gear for such weather. I of course, returned the compliment. We went through the pleasantries of exchanging names and he said he was Tom and I told him I was John.

I was telling him that I only lived a short way up the road when he said he knew because he had often seen me. He then told me he only lived about a further mile away. We go chatting and he asked what I was doing that evening and I told him that I was living alone and nothing special was happening. He asked if I would make an old man happy and join him for an evening meal.  How could I refuse such an offer!!

We arrived at his house which appeared to be a fairly large rambling house. He opend the froont door and invited me in.  What a surprise awaited me. there in the very long hallway was a row of pegs with every kind of rainwear you can imagine. Underneath all this, neatly lined up was the largest collection of wellingtons I had ever seen. He had obviously left the heating on all day for the place was quite hot, and because of that the smell of rubber was somewhat overpowering.  He must have sensed my dismay and started to apologise saying he hoped I was not offened by it all.  Little did he know at thatt stage what I was really feeling.. I was just about to take my wet gear off when he stopped me and said that if I wanted to I could leave it on because He often did. How I was going to survive all the heat I did not know, what I did know was that this evening was not going to be a normal one for me.

What had I let myself in for, was this man a real rubber/rainwear addict as I was??  He must have been, given the evidence so far. I just wanted there and then to wrap my arms around him, dressed in this rubber mack, souwester and wellingtons. I quickly found out that was going to come sooner than expected