Sweet dreams

Sweet dreams

The doorbell rang, she's here finally I opened the door, and saw the girl surprised and then full of smiles, I started talking about nonsense like the weather, what happened since we talked.
Then she stopped me, and said “Are you going to show me what you made or do you want to talk more about the weather?”
She newer touched something like this before, I showed here how to put it on, not to break it or tear it.
It was hard work after all, squeezing yourself into latex is not for the faint hearted.
I watched her from far as she looked at herself in the mirror, turning and twisting with hungering eyes dress after dress.
Hours went and the sun was setting, we were tired, she from the dressing and me from the beautiful sights I had to endure.
We had a break, and she was sitting on the bed talking, and I told her I go to the toilet, I will be back soon.
When I came back I only saw a big lump on the bed, only the pinkish plum childishly small feet in latex were poking out from under the blanket.
They looked like something that I want to bury my face in, smell them, feel them with all my senses, so beautiful it hurt to my deepest core.
I went over to her, kissed her latex big toe, and cowered it so she could dream her dream as I already dreamed all day.