Dinner for Three - Part One FM A young fashion designer has a taste for rubber. The erotic and emotional climax is rather unusual. I met Richard and his wife, Irma for the first time several weeks ago at a London fetish event. As a long time closet rubber lover, I was quite surprised at the wide variety of people I saw really enjoying themselves that evening. Being in the fashion world, my eye was naturally drawn to the design and originality of the outfits being worn in latex. Leaning back against the bar top, I felt, rather than saw their arrival. Richard, a very tall figure had flowing, fair hair and aquiline features. His carriage was superb, producing a commanding presence of both grace and power. His evening outfit, in black, was rather more sophisticated than many worn that night. A very short cut, well fitting jacket above a very tight fitting, brilliant red cummerbund, and, close fitting trousers. His wife, the stunningly beautiful Irma, was dressed in a very deep red evening attire, with matching high heeled shoes. Her coiffure was equal in sophistication to anything I usually saw, beautifully high set, the deep chestnut of her hair setting off her husband's golden locks. She was graced by fabulous high cheek bones, and well moulded features, with full formed, brilliant lips, a real beauty. Her long neck fell to the fairly high neckline of her dress, allowing her superbly made bodice to mould, carry and shape her breasts. Unlike most of the other women, she obviously wore no bra, the quality of her couture holding her superbly, allowing her nipples to send admiring eyes into ecstasy! Though being well into middle age, she struck a fabulous figure, very well formed, womanly without being skinny, her movements quivering through her delicious covering of latex. Her well proportioned hips were carried on a pair of elegant long legs, wonderfully revealed by a single skirt slash, extending well up her thigh. My professional eye was caught by the ingenious design of her waist line. Instead of the usual straight waistband, the full skirt was attached to her bodice in an a lovely dipping curve that outlined the base of her belly. This not only showed off her wonderful hips to great advantage, but also rounded and encased her fabulous belly, which I think is the true ornament of a woman. What a wonderful material latex is, that can so project a woman's sexuality from the movements of her flesh alone - nothing else can surpass the stunning effect of rubber on a woman's body. As they casually entered the ballroom, gilded with loving smiles, Richard sent an envious shiver down every man's back, as he ran his hand firmly yet affectionately down Irma's torso, and over her hip, to caress her beautifully curved bottom, exploring the sheer sensuality of her rubber clad body as his hand pressing into her gorgeous flesh! Leisurely sipping my favourite drink, a dry Martini, I let myself revel in the sight of the dancing couples, now in an intimate rhythm, affectionately stroking each other's flesh filled rubber. While from across the room I noticed Irma and Richard, in what appeared to be relaxed conversation with friends at their table. She glanced casually about the room, perhaps she even noticed me out of the corner of her large brown eyes, or, was it a by trick of the angled light that fell on her, I imagined her nipples ever so slightly raised above her rubber enclosed breasts! She revealed a length of fabulous leg in the action of turning in her chair to talk to another woman seated behind her, I was relieved to see her face away from what must have seemed my compulsive stare! Wondering about having another drink while enjoying my contemplative solitude in this crowded room, they got up and sauntered towards the dance floor. First, a delicate embrace as they moved gently to the soft dance rhythm, then emerging from behind another couple, I saw them more tightly embraced. He was gently caressing the nape of her delicious neck, then he elegantly slide both his hands down the rubber covered sides of her body, moulding her fabulous hips with his powerful hands, down towards her bottom. By now she was ardently kissing his neck, as she shuddered with pleasure, then she tensed slightly, and threw back her head in sheer delight. Her flesh formed and heaved under his yearning, graceful caresses. As he massaged her exposed neck with his mouth, that so sensuous part of a woman, just above the collar bone, Irma's face was lit up with passion, her complexion wearing a lovely golden patina under the soft lighting. She swirled her head in her revelry, yet taking in all about her in a compulsive, all embracing elan. I dreamt she had caught sight of me too, as I sat, transfixed by her display of vibrant sexuality and held irrevocably by her. As he pulled her even closer to him, they kissed again, longingly, her well formed, womanly belly pressed hard against his body, as she thrust herself into him with her strong thighs, thighs that rippled visibly beneath her rubber dress skirts. He continued to knead the cheeks of her bottom in delirious pleasure as he drew her body still further into him, while she worked her breasts into his chest with a seductive, circular motion of her powerful shoulders. Finally, as she brought her mouth back down on to his neck, their bodies became locked in an indissoluble union. Thankfully, other dancers intermittently obscured me from what would have been their direct view of me, agape at them, enthralled by their fabulously erotic dance. I shook with uncontrollable sexual excitement, as I put down my glass, and wrenched myself off to the bar for another drink, pretending not to imagine that she had enjoyed my prevoyance in ecstasy! Couples danced on, luxuriating in the sensation of rubber on flesh, thrilling at its power to release the fullness of their sexuality. While I, alone, revelled in the site of their transcendent libidos, the power of their bodies transmuted into a consummate love for each other, which was exemplified by their assured confidence, rubber clad and in public. It was not until I was travelling homeward round the North Circular, did I begin to descend from the emotional high plateau the night had lifted me to. My flat seemed empty and dull, I lived only for the brief and somewhat superficial colour of my studio - I had gone to Art School to learn to draw the human form, I had entered on a career in fashion for the adoration of women, yet my sexuality had failed to find even a passable expression, let alone a nemesis! By some inexplicable set of circumstances, they discovered my office, and, several weeks later, an unfamiliar email appeared in my POP box. To my shattering disbelief, I found that it was from Richard and Irma! It was an invitation to one of their many casual drinks parties they held for friends at their Berk Hampstead home. Not quite my favourite form of recreation, but a chance for another sight of the wonderful Irma, how could I resist? Anyway, she probably looked great, even out of rubber. Driving towards Wellingtonia Avenue, through endless minor traffic jams in an effort to get to their home before lunch, a familiar, shivering excitement gripped me again. This could not be just a sexual excitement, she was a very well satisfied, married woman, because it felt so powerfully different to normal sexual attraction, yet I could not comprehend the sensation I felt by reference to my own sexual experience. Before I could settle my thoughts, I was turning into their driveway, and looking for the party. I first caught sight of Richard, casual yet assured, giving me a friendly welcome into the garden. Other guests, presumably more local, chatted nonchalantly in easy chairs. Richard maintained a cool command, while maids brought in more cocktails. Upper middle class conversation is quite similar to ordinary middle class conversation, but the subjects discussed are more expensive, the same holidays, cars and daughter's weddings. Then Irma appeared, a beautiful coiffure, up, while she wore a superb full length, but very low cut, white dress with black high heeled shoes, as she brought out a tray of chilled Champaign. The lofty majesty of the Wellington Pines somewhat overshadowed a garden, decorous, with well manicured roses, and immaculately kept lawns. While I maintained a respectful discretion in this company, their conversation did little to disturb the tranquillity of the setting. Until, that is, and despite Richard's most determined Boardroom tactics, the inevitable daughter's babies turned up. Though the Pines hardly rustled, there appeared a dark shadow, drawn across Irma's face. Her uneasiness was instantly transmitted to Richard, who called us all straight in to lunch. We dined in a plain, but well proportioned garden room, the table setting deliberately unostentatious, and therefore more conducive to conviviality. I enjoyed stolen moments admiring Irma, while trying to make a polite contribution to conversation which actually left me numb with boredom. We broke up, into a large, and beautifully furnished lounge, whose principle windows looked out onto another lawn, being set either side of a large, brick fireplace. After several of the guests started to leave, Richard approached me quietly, gently placing a paternal arm across my shoulder, "Simon - sorry we haven't had much of a chance to speak, Irma so wants to get to know you. - Why don't you stay to dinner?" Richard remained in complete control of what was in fact a very complex situation, a successful business executive, now a major corporate board member, he didn't just buy his wife expensive dresses, he really loved her. Not yet understanding the import of my situation, I caught a reflected view of Irma in an oddly placed mirror. I imagined I saw her brown eyes fixing upon me from behind, as if by an invisible cord of steel which she had spun between us, a yearning desire, upon which Richard was pulling us inexorably closer together. The question did not need answering. I prayed that there might be no other dinner guests, as I had optimistically stowed my rubber outfit in the car before setting out, so perhaps at the right moment, I might be able to remind them how good they both looked at the Dinner Event! Noticing that the maids had already gone home, leaving behind a mess, I offered to make myself useful, much to Irma's delight. I needed time to get my thoughts together, still failing to comprehend the emotional situation in which I now found myself. Busying myself, first with crockery, then with hosepipe, my mind became free to feel its way forward. Firstly, I began to recognise that the stimulus I got from Irma was not really sexual, the sensation was similar, yet far more powerful than any usual sexual feelings I had, and then there was Richard. No, feelings were being stirred from a far deeper source than sexual desire. I breathed deeply as a torrent of newly released emotion tore through me, not even needing to tell my brain from whence it came! Finding my hosts engaged, either outside or, on the telephone, I had leisure to glance around the lounge. Something had impressed itself upon me by its absence, as gazed at the framed family photos that stood on the sideboard and mantelshelf. There were no children, yet I had heard Richard speak of a son, obviously by a previous marriage. Then it thundered upon me, this fabulous woman, for whom a thousand men would die to fill with their seed, was barren! I returned again to the garden, seeking to be useful. They pounced simultaneously, "Simon, you're an angel" exclaimed Irma, with a look that filled me with tremendous joy. "You know it was your good manners that attracted us to you in the first place, Simon" assured Richard paternally. A compliment from this man was praise indeed. I not only realised that these people felt something for me, but also, I began to feel quite deeply attracted to them. For some yet unknown reason, an emotional tangle that had immobilised my life so far, might be about release me! I chose this moment to mention rubber. Richard immediately invited me up to see his fine collection. We went into a large bedroom, especially adapted for the purpose, and almost immediately he unashamedly stripped off, revealing his marvellous body, a brilliant figure for a man obviously well into middle age. Like me, he preferred to wear rubber next to the skin, glorying in the sensation it gave him as he ran his hands firmly over his body. I told him I thought the cummerbund looked quite stunning, and gave him a professional compliment on the cut of his jacket and trousers, a difficult feat with latex! It was at this point that I noticed several inflated balls, nearly three feet in diameter. "Those are quite fabulous" I exclaimed. "Irma's toys" he informed me. My heart leapt and my pulse raced at the mere thought of her playing with such astoundingly sexual objects! "Go fetch your own gear, I would love to see it again" he insisted, somehow knowing that had brought it with me. I passed Irma on the stairs, and received a most wonderful, knowing smile as we met. She held me with her erotic brown eyes, letting an emotional lightening bolt flash between us. Suddenly the steel cord she had woven was no longer invisible! For the first time, I was beginning to understand the emotions I felt in her presence, as she reached out, and lightly holding me at the waist, briefly kissed my cheek. Racing down to my car, my head exploded with a raw, primeval surge of long suppressed and little understood emotion. Seeing a wondrous and spangled vision before me, I could not bear to waste a second out of their presence! It took a Herculean effort of self control to restrain myself, as I went back upstairs to Richard's rubber room. "Use my talc" he said as I entered. He was already massaging the fit of his trousers, and preening himself in front of his Cheval mirror. He was intrigued by my choice of very loose fitting items, in stark contrast to his preference for a well tailored cut. "Well" I stammered, trying to conceal the real reason behind my preference, "Ventilation, you know, the problem with sweat" But he rejoiced at the sight of my corset, though not BDSM equipment, it was capable of giving quite a tight fitting. "Yes, I had had it specially made, but I could never tighten it properly myself" "No problem, happy to oblige" Richard cheerfully replied. Though I tried to look like Errol Flynn, looking at him with his manly head of flowing golden hair, his commanding features and superb physique, he really was Errol Flynn! "May I be so bold as to wear the sleeved Bermudas?" I asked politely. "Yes, son, I think that might be more comfortable!" Then he showed me some more of his gear, which included several catsuits, they were all close fitting pieces, jackets and trousers, never leggings or jeans, and very well cut. Nearly all the pieces were in black and medium weight, that which usually hangs and gives the best cut and fit to the body. Interestingly, no body bags, gas masks or other medical gear. Yet he still seemed to ignore those lovely, inflated rubber balls. Sensing that he might have deliberately avoided these items, I put in an aside as we passed nearby them "Did you get these balls specially made" hoping that he would not notice my yearning for them. He replied in a somewhat diffident tone "Oh . . .I think they came . . ." Suddenly, the door opened forcefully and Irma came in to discuss dinner arrangements, while appearing not to notice me. "Time to go down for drink. I think you feel quite comfortable dining in rubber!" Richard and I went back downstairs, and talked over a couple of drinks in the lounge, as the light began to fall. My overwhelming desire was to see her again, in rubber. Would she too, dress for dinner? I was not to be disappointed. In fact she wore that same fabulous, deep red dress and, she gave me a serene glance which made me feel that she had worn it especially for me. She carried herself beautifully as she glided around the table, lit the candelabra and sat down, her breasts vibrating with her movement, eyes sparking, what a vision of womanhood. Drawn into a closer proximity by the candlelight, we saw each other far more intimately, so different from the harsh glare of electric lighting. Tonight she wore a beautifully set string of natural pearls, with discreet ear drops to match, obviously a love gift. Her natural complexion glowed wonderfully in the candle light, I never doubted that she had far more taste than to `gild the lily' with make up. Richard's manly presence was sufficient to enabled me to maintain emotional control, as pleasant conversation fluttered between the three of us. We ate a pre-prepared meal, intended for the cosy intimacy of husband and wife alone. Like a rifle shot in the distance, the telephone rang. Richard got up, "So sorry, it is that call from New York, I'll have to take it in the study. Now . . . you can be with Simon." He also gave me a paternal smile as he left the room. To be continued..........