Even through her rubberized pants and panties Jean could feel just how slick and wet her crotch was. So nice and slippery, she thought, Have to rub more... Her hand was rubbing furiously against the latex and wasn't going to move away from there any time soon. Moans and gasps uncontrollably slipped out of her mouth. All the while her imagination ran wild with thoughts of herself alone in a room with someone. She would sashay in front of this person on her high heels, showing off her rubber clad body. The mysterious person would then reach out with a strong muscular arm to pull her close. It was a man.
In her mind's eye he would free his rock hard member from his pants and then pull down her shiny and clingy bottom, leaving her glistening sex exposed to the cool air. Next came a passionate kiss as he mounted her. Her loins were on fire, one hand wasn't enough anymore and her free hand flew to her crotch, joining the other in her fevered masturbation.
The latex began to cling unnaturally tight against her crotch, its contours shaping the shiny black material. At the same time a strange sensation spread between her legs, it felt so alien she couldn't place it. No doubt the two were related but Jean didn't care, all she wanted was to get off. With a loud moan she threw her head back, focusing her mind on the images of a thick hard penis entering her drooling vagina. She couldn't peak. What she needed was that thick hard cock pounding into her.
By now she noticed she could directly feel her fingers on her sex, accompanied by the light squeaks of rubber. Her left index finger bumped against her clitoris and darted between her folds, coating itself in her fluids. This was strange. Between the flurry of fingers she could see that the creases on the crotch of her pants, along with the seams, were completely gone. But it would get even stranger. Aside from her pubic hair, her whole vulva was visible, albeit in highly glossed black. Tentatively she pinched one of her labia; it felt and responded like solid rubber. She managed to pull one hand away long enough to see shiny black patches forming on her fingers. Even to her lust addled mind it was obvious what was happening. I'm turning into rubber...
There was no place for worry in her lust-filled head. The rubber squeaks continued unabated, while her brain was bombarded with heterosexual desires, but her orgasm just wouldn't come. "Please... cock," she managed to mutter between moans, "Fuck my rubber pussy... with a big hard... cock!"