16.0225-0900 The Apron
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@24.0911-1332.99 by Atx
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Dear Marla，
I’ve been scared to wear my latex at all because I was afraid the Hahns might discover it.
What if they found out I am a certified weirdo rubber pervert? They’d probably fire me on the spot.
The very idea of anyone else knowing about my rubber fetish is， well， really embarrassing. So， now I only put stuff on late at night and take it off early in the morning well before breakfast. I made a rule for myself: no rubber goes out of my room. That means I cannot even wear just panties under my clothes if I leave the room. Deep down inside I just hope that James has forgotten about the incident when all of my kinky stuff fell out of the broken box that day when he helped me move my stuff from my old trailer.
I’m sliding into the routines here now. I sorta know where mops and food and stuff are so I don’t have to distract either of the Hahns from their work to ask where. I'm also learning the Hahn's preferences in food， which is ecclectic. They want me to try at least one new recipe a week. That's going to be fun.
I have only one ragged pair of jeans and a few t-shirts left. I really need to get some new clothes. I think James noticed that because today at breakfast he disappeared into the pantry and returned with a package which he laid before me. “We bought this a few years ago for when we needed to slaughter a deer I was supposed to shoot. It didn't happen.”
I opened the package. It was a long butcher’s apron made entirely of thick， black latex. It had some weight to it. Very industrial-grade stuff. My heart did a little flippity-flop when I caught a whiff of the scent of latex...
“We thought maybe you might like to wear this when you are working. It will protect your clothes.” Said James.
I pulled the strap over my head and then tied the streamers in back. The apron came to just under my chin， covered my boobs and wrapped around me completely. It was very heavy.
“So， you want me to wear this apron” I asked? I suddenly became aware of a pleasant tingle down in my groin when I said that.
“Only if you want to.” He glanced at Lorraine for a second， apparently trying to glean her sentiments. “Actually， we really don’t care what you wear. This is the Hahnestery， remember? There’s no one else here and no one is judging anyone.” Then he paused and said jokingly， “Hell， you con prance around naked under that apron while you are working if you want to.” Then a look of embarrassment came to his face. “Oh， sorry， I did not mean to imply that nudity is expected behavior. But if you want to vacuum while naked as a j-bird， I’m just saying it won’t bother me.”
Then he asked Lorraine how she felt about it.
“If you had asked me that 20 years ago， either it might have been an issue or it might have turned me on. I’m not sure which. But these days， as my hair becomes grayer and my physical passions become softer， it’s really not a big deal.” She replied， laughed and said jokingly， “In fact， maybe a little of that sort of thing would liven things up around here.”
“Seriously， the apron is really just an option， Thalia. It's something we've had in the pantry. I just thought I offer it to you.” Said James.
No， James， it's not an option. I told myself.