This story is about rubber, but not raincoats. People in rubber raincoat stories seemed to like wearing Dunlop Volley sandshoes. They get excited with the feel of the rubber raincoats and the Dunlop Volley sandshoes seem to be the icing on the cake, especially the way they squeak when two people rub their Volleys together, or on smooth floors (even more so when the soles are wet). Rubber raincoats, unlike Dunlop Volleys do not tend to excite me, so I thought that I would write a story featuring Dunlop Volleys based on a combination of actual experiences.

The Dunlop Volley sandshoe is very much an Australian icon, almost as much as the Kangaroo. I am not sure why, but I feel a bit excited when I see someone wearing Volleys. Perhaps it is the squeaking sound the supple rubber herring bone patterned soles make on smooth floors (I imagine the rubber herring bone ridges bending and twisting on the floor as the wearer walks). I find the toecaps, the ribbed rubber surround and the colour trim also to be appealing. I do not live in Australia so unfortunately I rarely see people wearing them although they were a bit more common in the past. All round I think that they are really 'wicked' shoes, they ring most of the fetish 'bells' with me. I remember a woman wearing a quite new pair at a camp I went to. I could not take my eyes off them and I felt she was so lucky to have them.

I once bought a pair but found that they were a bit small to wear comfortably. I tend to fall in this trap as I get so hot and excited when trying shoes on, I do not pay much attention to how well they fit. Volley experts reckon you should buy them on the large side as they either seem to shrink a bit or they are actually a bit smaller than the size indicates. I tolerated them for a little while, then gave them to my partner Mary as her feet happened to be just slightly smaller than mine. They were the type with the green and yellow trim. She put them on and to my delight said that they were the best pair of sandshoes she had ever had. Mary did not wear them too often but when she did my heart would pound away and I would try and conceal my feelings.

When I came home one day I saw some wet footprints on the tiled floor of the porch. They were the distinctive herring bone pattern of Dunlop Volleys. I became excited, Mary has been wearing them, I do hope she still have them on. I went inside and saw to my delight that she still had them on and felt even more excited. I gave her a hug and kiss and let her carry on with what she was doing. The squishing sound they made on the smooth floor kept me in a state of excitement. I loved to catch a glimpse of them when she was not looking at me.

She finished what she was doing and sat down. We talked about various things, but I just could get my mind off those Dunlop Volleys. I got up, got on my knees and crawled over to her. I kneeled in front of her while she was still sitting down and we hugged and kissed. I think that she guessed that her shoes were making me excited as she dug the toe of one of the Volleys into my crotch, making me go even harder. She then stretched her legs out and hugged me with them.

I wanted to see more of those Volleys so I turned around and sat on the floor between her legs. I massaged them while she preened my hair. I guess she was feeling a bit excited too. I rubbed my hands over the Volleys and ran my fingers round the ribbed rubber sides. She rubbed the rubber sides and soles against my bare legs. I was feeling really hard and it was driving me crazy. She then put her feet between my legs and started rubbing my crotch with her heels. It was now too much to bear. I wanted more and she seemed to be in the mood for it. I got up and took off my trousers and lay down on the floor. My cock was bolt upright. She seemed surprised but became more so when I asked her to tickle it with those Volleys. "Are they not a bit dirty?" she asked, but I was now so excited that I did not care (I could always wash afterwards). "It won't matter", I replied.

She touch my hard cock with one of her Volleys and it felt like a bolt of lightning went through my body. She rubbed the herringbone sole on the tip and it felt exquisite. The tip of my cock felt as if it was on fire and would explode any minute. I told her to rub around my balls which she did while my cock was helplessly twitching and the head was raging with feeling. I felt like rubbing it with my hand, but resisted it as the Volleys would do a much more exquisite job. She grabbed the hard cock between the ribbed sides of the shoes and rubbed it. Fortunately they did not touch the tip. The feeling was really exquisite and I hoped I could hold out for a bit longer. Mary then put the heel on the place where the cock joins with the balls and rubbed. The herringbone sole would touch the tip as my cock flopped around and this helped keep it hard.

I now wanted more. I told Mary to rub the herring bone sole ever so lightly against the tip. By this time it was rather damp and some pre-cum coated the tips of the herring bones. The sole squeaked slightly as Mary dragged it over the tip. I told her to do it even more lightly and I could feel each herringbone ridge as it caressed the sensitive area just under the tip. She then caressed it with her other shoe. My whole mind and body was now concentrated an the exquisitely pleasant feeling I experienced at the head. I was right away with it. I mused how a woman could have so much power and control over me by the effective use of her sneakers.

I told her to rub harder and to drag the whole length of the sole across the head. I could not have tolerated that earlier, but now I just lapped up the sensation. She rubbed a bit harder still and I lifted my bottom off the floor as if to try and force my cock right into the sole. Finally the head of my cock found it so irresistible that I ejaculated. The sole still rasped over the tip but it did not feel pleasant any more and I told her to stop. My cock was raging so much that I grabbed hold of it hard and curled up my whole body while making most of the sensation.

I thanked Mary very much for giving me such a marvellous experience. Since that occasion I have always had a special feeling about Volleys. Unfortunately Mary's Volleys finally wore out and were consigned to the garbage. The memory however lives on.

Net King

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