Latex Advent 2022

First of December

“Cindy wait!” I called as she rushed out the door.

“Don’t ever talk to me again you freak!” Cindy shouted back.

I rushed to the apartment doorway but Cindy was already at the elevator and the doors were opening. Cindy rushed in as Megan stepped out confused. The door nearly closed on my neighbor’s backside.

“Damn it…” I muttered.

“What happened?” Megan asked.

“I thought we were closer than we were and she rejected me,” I muttered heart broken.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Megan said, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No,” I mumbled as I made my way back to my apartment.

I had hoped that Cindy would understand, we had been together for over a year and had been fucking for a while, but she just snapped and rejected me as soon as I confessed my latex fetish to her. She had always said she was up to give anything a try… but that clearly was a lie. I didn’t even bother to try and grab a second glance at Megan as I closed the door behind me.

Fifth of December

“Hold the Elevator!” I heard Megan shout.

I push the open button to keep the elevator doors from closing. Megan sprinted to make in. She nearly ran into the back of the elevator and stumbled on her heels. I turned to help her and take the opportunity to look her up and down. She was about five-foot, ten in her sneaker which put her a good two inches taller than me. Her long red hair was done up in a Sexy Librarian bun and her fit but curvy figure was hidden under a long red trench jacket with just her knee-high heeled boots sticking out under her.

“What floor?” I asked.

“Lobby please,” She said standing up straight.

“Cool,” I said trying to sound cool.

Each floor of our apartment building was split into four corner apartments and center hall with the elevator and a fire star case behind it. Megan and I were the only ones on this floor and had the opposite corners. I wasn’t surprised that she worked as a model with her pretty face and deep-sea green eyes or that she had no shortages of boyfriends.

“How are you doing? Did what’s her name calm down?” Megan asked trying to be sensitive.

“I am holding in there,” I shrugged, “Cindy sent her friends to get her stuff, so no hope of reconciliation there.”

“Sorry,” Megan muttered.

The elevator arrived at the ground floor and opened up into the lobby. Megan muttered a farewell and I waved as I made my way out towards work week.

Tenth of December

I had been laying on my couch, now single again, indulging in one of my guilty pleasures, watching rubber porn while masturbating in my latex surf suit… That had been why Cindy had left me, I had confessed that I was a rubberist and she freaked out. I was watching as a latex covered woman was riding her rubber man cowgirl style when I heard something shatter. I shot up and looked around and hit pause on the remote. I could hear screaming. I quickly got on a pair of sweat pants and a long sleeve t-shirt and went to the door to see what was going on. As I opened it, I say Megan’s boy friend storming out, then turn and throw something at her as she got to the door!

“Fuck you! You sent all the mixed signals! Fuck you!” the douche bag shouted.

“I never want to see you here again!” Megan shouted.

“I’m gone bitch!” the man said as he stormed into the elevator.

After I heard the Elevator start to descend, I walked toward Megan as she gripped the door frame of her apartment.

“Are you ok?” I asked.

“No,” She cried.

“Is there anything I can do?” I asked.

Megan looked up at me, and I could see the black eye forming on her left eye.

“If you see that asshole again near here, call the police!” she sneered.

“Absolutely,” I said, “Do you need any help?”

“The police should be coming,” Megan said, “I can handle it.”

She closed her door behind her. I went and got changed out of the surf suit. It had been about forty-five minutes when there was a knock at my door. It was a pair of police women, they asked me what I knew, I told them the truth, well except for the rubber porn and latex suit… and they thanked me.

Fifteenth of December

I had decided to stop by a fetish shop on the way home this lovely Thursday afternoon. It was clear that I was going to have a lonely Christmas this year so why not try to find something to enjoy by myself, if nothing else. I was making my way back to the men’s fetish wear section when I passed by the coffee table with the Christmas decorations and the fishbowl on it.

“Want to try your luck?” a voice asked from behind me.

I looked back over my shoulder, but didn’t see anyone.

“Down here,” the voice said.

I turned and looked down and there was a midget with a beard in an elf outfit.

“I’m sorry,” I started but then realized what I was about to say, “But, ah…”

“Yeah I heard all the short jokes already,” the little man said, “Want to try your luck?”

He was holding up a small clip board with a pen and a bunch of raffle tickets.

“Sure, how much?” I ask taking the clip board.

“Free,” the guy said, “Some new designer is trying to get their name out. Hired me and a few others to go to these shops to do the raffle sign ups.”

I filled in my first name, a phone number, and checked a box that I was over twenty-one years old.

“How is it going?” I asked.

I handed back the clip board.

“Beats working the mall,” the elf smiled, “Thanks, here is your half.”

He handed me the bottom section of the ticket and then put the rest of it in the fish bowl.

“Merry Christmas?” I said.

“Merry Christmas to you too,” the short man smiled as he turned and looked at group of young ladies walking over.

I chuckled under my breath as I wondered back. I didn’t find anything specific that day, but I got some ideas.

Twentieth of December

I closed the door behind me and pulled my phone out of my pocket. There was a text message from an unknown number. I looked at it.

“Dear Sam White, Congrats, you are a winner of one of our winning packages, it will be sent out right away,” I read the message allowed, “Signed Nolle of Sinister Sister Nolle Label.”

That was odd. I remembered the raffle ticket and the short elf guy from last week, but I didn’t remember putting my address on the ticket and my phone number was one of those not registered to any addresses. Well it didn’t matter, I took off my coat, put my bag down and took off my tie. I went to my fridge and decided that nothing tickled my fancy. I decided to go to the Mexican restaurant across the street. So I changed my shirt and put on a warmth jacket and headed over to the elevator. I pushed the down button and then heard the door behind me open. I casually looked behind and saw my neighbor Megan walking out. She looked pretty, as usual, dressed in a long black sweater dress, leggings and Ugg winter boots with a jacket and purse in her hand.

“How are you doing?” I asked to be kind, “Did the police ever catch up with your ex?”

“Yeah, I got a restraining order, the next hearing for his bail is after new year’s,” Megan tried to smile, “What are you up to?”

“I was just going to Mexican place across the street,” I responded, “What about you?”

“I have a meeting with my agent about a set of jobs between Christmas and New Year’s,” Megan said, “All of my Christmas plans are canceled, so might as well work. What about you? Any Christmas plans?”

“I was supposed to do something with my ex, but those are off the board,” I shrugged, “I have Monday off, but other than that, might as well work and cash out the vacation days.”

“Yeah, that sounds like a good plan,” Megan agreed.

We were interrupted by the elevator door opening. Inside was an old couple, one dressed as Santa and the other as Mrs. Claus. They smiled at us as we boarded the elevator.

“Merry Christmas,” the man smiled.

“Merry Christmas,” Megan said.

“Merry Christmas,” I added in a low voice.

“What are you two lovelies up to?” the older woman asked.

“Just going to the restaurant across the street,” I answered.

“Going to a work thing,” Megan responded.

“Well, do enjoy yourselves,” the Santa smiled, “We just visited my daughter, lovely dear, still hard at work.”

“She lives in a nice place,” I said to fill the silence.

“Yes, some many nice people,” the Santa said, “I can see you two have a case of the Holiday Blues, but I am sure both of you are on the Nice List.”

That made me smile, the irony of what he said with the rejection for my perversion. The Elevator came to a stop at the lobby and all four of use exited and went our separate ways.

Twenty fourth of December

I was sleeping in on a Saturday morning. The phone rather than the alarm clock woke me up. Groggly I answered the phone.

“Sam White,” I answered, “A delivery? For me? Are you sure? Ok, send it up. Them? Ok…”

I got up and made my way to the bathroom. After I relieved myself, I tossed on some clean sweats to get the packages from the deliver guys. The door bell rang and I walked over answered. There were two guys from something express delivery company with dollies each with four large banker boxes and one of them handed me an electronic pad to get a signature. They pushed the dollies in to clear the door way and then exited taking the pad with my signature with them. All of the boxes had the same label, from “SSNL LLC” from North Pole, Canada and his name and address on them. One of the box’s labels however was a letter in a clear plastic wrapper with a large one off to the side.

“Huh,” I scratched my head and thought for a second.

I went to my kitchen and opened the odds and ends drawer and pulled out the pocket knife my grandfather gave to me as a kid and went back to the packages and carefully opened the plastic envelope and pulled out the letter. Unfolding it, I found the explanation in the letter even more baffling.

“Dear Sam White,” I read aloud, “On behalf of Sinister Sister Noelle Label, congratulations on winning 2022’s Naughty And Nice give away raffle. You are one of a hand full of people around the world to prove to my father that kinksters can be ‘nice’ people. Enclosed is a complete custom sized wardrobe of latex from my personal label. Signed Noelle Claus, Sinister Sister Noelle Label. P. S. My mother was giggling while I prepared your packages, so I am not responsible for her trickery. Why is that hand written?”

I took the old pocket knife and carefully opened the first box and inside found a manifest on top of many smaller Christmas themed printed boxes. The manifest had my name and then listed a number of “Christmas Presents.” I moved the box out of the way and went to the second box, inside I found the same things, a manifest with my name and a lot of smaller Christmas Present boxes. I opened the third box and pulled out the manifest. This time I dropped it in shock. I glared at it in awe for a long moment before the doorbell rang out.

I about had a heart attack right at that moment but was shaken out of my shock when the door bell rang again. I got up and walked over to the door and Megan was standing there when I opened it. She was wearing a bathrobe and winter pajama pants and top holding a box and two letters in her hand. I was sure her face was just as crimson red as mine.

“Ah… please come in,” I said sheepishly.

Megan came in and saw the boxes on the floor. I gestured for her to head to the couch and coffee table as I picked up her box. I closed the door and then went over to join Megan on the couch.

“So…” Megan stammered.

“Ah…” I stammered as well.

“God I haven’t been this embarrassed since the kissing on the bus incident in junior high,” Megan put her hands over her face.

“So, You are into rubber as well?” I said with barely a straight face.

“Yes, and you?” Megan asked.

“Yeah, that is why my ex-girlfriend left me,” I admitted, “I opened up about how I was a latex fetishist, and she up and bailed.”

“Yeah,” Megan said, “I had that happen a few times.”

“I feel like there is a ‘but’ in there,” I noted.

“Normally guys are cool with me dressing up for them, but nope out if I ask them to wear something for me,” Megan said, “Other guys I have dated either want me to be a full time dominatrix, or, like the most recent jerk, expect me to be a full time sex ****.”

“What do you want?” I asked.

“I like cuddling, I like wearing latex and cuddling,” Megan shrugged, “Maybe some times femdom games or maledom games… but not all the time.”

“Yeah,” I agree, “Maybe some toy play, but mostly it is just cuddling, making out, straight up sex dressed or undressed.”

“So when did you sign up for the raffle?” Megan asked.

“A few weeks ago at a fetish shop on the other side of town,” I admitted, “There was a midget dressed as an elf asking if people wanted to enter the raffle.”

“I was out of town the weekend after your break up and signed up when modeling for a store at an event,” Megan admitted.

“So you model latex?” I asked.

“Mostly I do cosplay, but I like doing latex cosplays when I can,” Megan confessed.

I just looked at her. I could tell we were still beet red in the faces. Megan handed me the letter for the box and I handed her the letter for her box.

“So, have you had breakfast yet?” I asked.

“No,” Megan admitted, “Want to come to my apartment for bacon and eggs?”

It turned out that Megan got into sci-fi and video game cosplay because her three brothers all played Battletech.

“Yeah, had a killer Fire Mandril army back in the day,” Megan stated.

“Fire Mandrils, that is not one of the normal Clan picks,” I noted.

“I know, but it spawned out of my oldest brother calling me the Fire Mandril with my feisty attitude and red hair,” Megan said.

Megan got up to refill her glass. I watched as she walked away. It struck me, here we were dressed in our latex outfits and we were talking about an old sci-fi game and how we both got into science fiction. Megan came back over. She looked incredible in her black rubber leggings and tank top.

“So what about you? Which army did you build?” Megan asked as she took a seat next to me.

“Cliché, but Comstar, the stark white paint job just worked for me,” I admitted.

“You know,” Megan snickered as she put her glass on the coffee table, “That surfsuit of yours does absolutely nothing to hide how excited you are.”

“No, but if we are being honest with each other,” I retorted, “You have always managed to ‘excite me’ as it were.”

“How about we go to the bed room and see how much I can excite you?” Megan asked with a glimmer in her eyes.

Twenty Sixth of December, Christmas

“So, didn’t I tell you that they were perfect together,” Noelle asked as she walked up behind her parents.

“Yes, you did,” Santa admitted.

“I am not sure about all that kinky clothing,” Mrs Claus said.

“It is just fun to wear,” Noelle pinched the sleave of her minidress and pulled it so that it snapped, “besides some people enjoy wearing it.”

“Oh, look dear,” Mrs Claus said, “He is talking to his mother on the phone.”

“Hmmm, ‘don’t pan the wedding yet’? That doesn’t sound committed,” Santa noted.

“They seem more committed than that already dear,” Mrs Claus, “But it seems like they are trying to build a long lasting and stable relationship.”

“Unlike those clowns that rush off to Vegas each year,” Noelle noted.

“Alright, I am heading to bed, I had a long night,” Santa said as he got up.

“Night dad,” Noelle said.

“Night Dear,” Mrs Claus added.

The pair waited as the patriarch shuffled off to his bed.

“Did you slip your special candy canes into the packages I sent?” Noelle asked.

“Of course,” Mrs Claus said, “They are already perfect together, so by this time next year they will be a happily married couple. See?”

Noelle looked at the display of the pair each sucking on their own enchanted candy cane as they prepared to have dinner together.