Our ladies at The Office said I'd become more distracted of late. They wondered if I was missing Jason. I'd blushed a bit and brushed it off. In truth, I missed his bright red PVC panties. The only time he fleetingly entered my thoughts was when my legs were wide opened in front of my bedroom mirror and I was rubbing my plastic clad pussy.
I wanted to wear them to the Kinky shop but I felt too self-conscious. It would take all my courage to enter the store whilst acting relaxed and natural. I wore my ordinary cotton knickers.
The bus seemed to take ages and everyone was talking too loud. I felt quite anxious and could have done with the comfort of my tight plastic panties. Soon enough, the bus stopped a few hundred metres from the shop with the fetish garb in the window. My choice of cotton underwear gave me one less thing to be worried about.
My palms felt clammy as the bell on the door noisily signaled my entrance. The shop door was heavy and it was quite low-lit inside. I tried to take the rows of fetish clothing and sex toys in. I'd never been in a place like this before.
"I love your raven black hair," the shop assistant smiled. "Is there anything you're looking for in particular?"
I shifted my body weight, smiling awkwardly. I thanked her for her compliment.
"Not really," I fibbed. My eyes were darting around for the PVC.
"Ah! The lovely plastic is over there," she replied. I coloured as she must have caught my longing gaze. "If there's anything you need..."
I thanked her again, making a beeline for the bright glossy rain macs. There were lots of different lengths, cuts and colours.