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After closing the final sale of my multimillion dollar petroleum engineering company to some investors in London, I stopped by the closest bar I could find to plan my retirement. After several whiskeys over ice, I figured I better head to the hotel. I turned up my glass to finish it off, but my eyes focused on this beautiful blonde coming in the door. Dressed in a tight black latex pencil skirt with a white latex blouse. She looked like someone I once knew but I could not place her. When she made the order for a glass of Chardonnay, I knew it was her. I made my way to the bar, right up behind her. "Put it on my tab barkeep."

Without hesitation, she said bring a whiskey on the rocks too, then stood up and grabbed me by the neck. Hugging me tightly and saying that she could not believe it was me here in London. I could not believe it either. My high school sweetheart, Susan, was here in the same bar I was in England. "What the hell are you doing here?" she asked and then I asked her the same thing. I told her my deal and then she told me hers. She had grown a very lucrative fetish clothing line. That explains the latex garments she had on. I had to interject how stunning she looked wearing the outfit. She confessed that she was selling out so that she could retire as well. We had a few rounds of drinks talking about old times and how we never found the one to make us happy. Susan asked me to go for a walk so she could show me her shop. Naturally I went right along with her. She said we are here. A very discrete shop to say the least.

Once inside, there were rows and rows of latex clothing items, boots, hoods, gloves, corsets, etc. I began to sweat a little, picturing this gorgeous woman from my past wrapped up in some of this stuff. "Damn, I would love to see you in one of those catsuits."

"What color?" she asked.

"Did I say that out loud?"

"Yes you did !!"

"I like all the metallic colors."

"What do you know about latex James?"

"Well, ever since the spandex craze in the eighties, I have been a huge fan of skin tight shiny clothing. I have never been able to find a woman who shared my taste of fetish clothing. I had bought some latex for myself, but I really just like it on smooth curvy sexy women!" The only garment I liked was a pair of cycling shorts with a cock and ball sheath, but I did not tell her that just yet.

Susan told me that I was in luck. She went into the back for about ten minutes. Whew, I had begun to get a little anxious and sweaty. A voice from behind the curtain said "Close your eyes. Ok, now look."

I almost swallowed my tongue. There was Susan dressed head to toe in a pewter latex catsuit, equipped with all the accessories. Black gloves, a super tight black corset, and knee high lace up boots with 5 inch heels. She was holding the hood in her hand and said that maybe she would put it on later. It was pewter with black trim around the eyes and mouth. The mouth was "o" shaped and had what looked like a heavy rubber ring around it. I certainly hoped she would put it on later. Susan strutted around waving those hips around, rubbing herself all over...