Brie sweeps her shoulder length, purple wash hair from her cheek and smiles with her deep brown eyes. She stands tall in her red glass, plastic fashion jacket. Her pierced nipples strain beneath its opaque gloss. She turns away to show her bum wrapped in low-cut Vanity Briefs. Her panties flatter her feminine curves. Brie grins as she bends over to caress her kinky derriere.

“Do you like what you see?” she flirts.

I swallow, wiping my brow, nodding appreciatively.

“Are those the same knickers that you wore during the photo-shoot? I think they are. They’re unforgettable.”

Brie pulls at the white and blue Gingham plastic. She kneads her chunky knickers elastics between her manicured thumb and forefinger. I imagine it feels sublime.

“They are,” she turns to face me. “They’re also the panties I was fucked in.”

“Well, our readers enjoyed your kinky photo set. You’ve certainly got a few fans. Our fetish magazine editor was overwhelmed with emails from randy readers asking for more Brie. We might need to find you another slot.”

Brie’s plastic cracks as she sits down. She caresses her stiff red jacket.

“It’s much thinner plastic than my panties,” she says. “My knickers feel more buttery.”

“Which PVC do you prefer?” I ask. “I’ve got to say, it’s all good stuff.”

She falls back into her chair to reveal the outline of her tight wrapped plastic pussy. Her knickers are working their way into her intimate slit. I can see her perfectly plump lips.

“I’m a sucker for all of it,” she strokes. Brie parts her legs further aside. “I like the thin PVC that doesn’t conform when it’s cold and stiff. You really know you’re wearing it. The stiff material does it’s own thing.”

She traces her lip with her finger as she thinks.

“But the thicker plastic is like a soft, buttery hug. I love it when it melds and sticks to my body.”

I smile breathlessly. “Yes. It’s all a delight to wear and see. It turns me on seeing others in their plastic fashion.”

I can feel the tightness in my jeans. Brie pretends not to notice my bulge as she rubs her waist length jacket over her stomach. I can see her pierced nipples bars.

“I’d love to do another shoot,” she says. “I’m usually quite shy in my work suit but plastic transforms me. I can boldly be someone else. It also gets me into trouble,” she adds.

“How so? What do you mean?”

Her face lights up. She’s so playful. “We did the photo set in the garden. I’m quite sure my neighbours wouldn’t see. But there’s always an element of risk and that makes me hot.”

I will Brie to go on. She tells me her naughty story.

She recollects. We were doing the fetish magazine photo set in the garden. I was wearing my tight Gingham knickers and my red waist length jacket. The plastic was sensational on my skin. Couple that with the thoughts of all those raunchy kinksters thumbing through my porn and the thoughts, too, of me potentially being seen outside by my neighbours.

At first, I was really aware of my behaviours and where I was. But then I forgot myself. The day-to-day Brie had receded behind my delightful kink. So much so that, when the doorbell rang, I didn’t think twice. I reacted to the visitor like Pavlov’s dog.

The delivery man’s jaw dropped when I opened the door. I was so excited and excited for a new parcel of kink. I mumbled and couldn’t look him in the eye. Then the plastic rubbed my nipples and there were people on the street. I reacted by dragging him in.

Before he could talk, my tongue was down his throat. His hands gathered up my plastic wrapped arse. I shocked myself. But I felt hot and confused. I wasn’t so addled as to release his cock.

He unstuck my PVC jacket from my knickers. I could see the condensation. Behind me, he rubbed my jacket over my back. It creaked, sticking and becoming unstuck. I could feel his big hands pull away my knickers leg. He stretched them apart and entered me in a fervour. I’d been horny since the fetish poses outside.

He was so rough. He squeezed my tits as I sunk on the sofa. His cock knew all the right moves. It was too much as he rocked and I soon orgasmed. I could hear my happy fadge.

That only spurred the young buck on. He pounded my love deep inside. He grunted and creamed down my leg. I turned round to suck his salty delivery. It smelt of hot plastic and my musk. I licked and sucked like the hungry kitten I didn’t know existed. It tasted so good.

Then I realised where I was. And I saw myself like a stranger might see me. I started to become shy. He must have noticed as he grabbed me. He peeled my sopping gusset away and frigged me until I frigging collapsed.

I indulged in very little phatic chat afterwards as I gathered my thoughts and my breath. It wasn’t long before I was ordering more PVC on-line.

Brie turned to my glazed look. My head swam. I shook and stumbled.

“I don’t normally do this,” she said, pulling out my cock. “Of course, I’ll fashion another kinky shoot.”