Squeaky Sensations

Chapter 1 - Goth to Go

The biting cold permeated the air as the night grew into its precipice. The only sound heard was the heavy thump of Bre's boots as they collided with the cobbles. The footsteps echoed down the street, the titanic sound almost seemed to bleed into every crevice and reverberate back into the open. Bre stopped, as a sound that wasn't her boots rang in her ears, someone was coming! Spying a dark corner just by the local kids' playground she darted into it and shrunk into the corner. As the sound drew closer, she could more clearly make out what it was, and as she did she felt her body tingle with euphoria. It was the sound of latex, rubbing together and erupting with sensual squeaks that filled the air. 'Leggings, it's gotta be leggings...' Bre thought to herself, her body shivering and twitching with glee as she practically sucked the sound towards her. She listened out, hoping to absorb every little squeak and creak she heard. Suddenly, a pair of voices entered and drowned out the squeaking with their chirpy, airy tones. One voice was loud and proud, sounding like some sorta sports jock, while the other was very dulcet and flowing, definitely a girl who had a way with sultry words.

"You sure you saw something babe?"

"I swear! It was here a second ago, and then it's just gone..."

"Maybe it was a ghost! Wooooo, spooooky."

"Gyaaah! You ass, don't scare me like that!" The conversation was broken by a sudden, excruciatingly sensual creak as Bre heard a loud trailing sound across the latex material that was just out of her sight. The male voice chuckles and said, "You know, I'm glad you picked these babies for tonight, they look so sexy." The chirpy voice piped up and responded,

"Cheeky boy, I'm glad you like them. I love how tightly they cling to my ass, really helps perk up my bubble butt." The conversation is interrupted as a small clap sound rings through the neighbourhood followed by a tiny yelp. "Oi! Hands off the goods now mister, you don't get to spank unless I say so! Got it?" The two voices laugh and their footsteps resume, accompanied by the return of the arousing creaks of latex as they walked away. Bre crept through the shadows, practically hugging the wall as she peeped out to check if the coast was clear. Looking to her left she caught sight of the duo as they pranced across the street. They had the appearance of your typical joke and bimbo couple, the guy was well built, wearing a shirt made clearly for someone smaller. While the girl was dripping with pretentious accessories, her face carrying what looked to be several pounds of makeup. but what Bre couldn't help but zone in on was the source of the sounds driving her crazy. Wrapped around the bimbo's legs was a skinny pair of bright pink, skin-tight, perfectly shiny latex leggings, that seemed to almost morph with her bodies movement. Her butt was truly a 'bubble butt', it clung to the leggings as the tightness squished it and held its rotund shape in place. The shimmering sight began to fade into the night as the duo trailed down the street, taking the alluring squeaks and creaks with them.

Bre looked down the street, checking if the coast was clear before slinking out of the shadows and continues her voyage home. Some time passes but eventually, she makes it back to her apartment complex. Fumbling with her keys Bre desperately scrambled to open the door, her mind tingling with thoughts of what she saw. Swinging her door open she let out a large breath of relief, the warming comfort of her apartment bringing her to a state of calm once again. Tossing her accoutrements to the side and slipping her buckled boots on the floor. Bre's body loosened up and she slinked around her apartment with a bubbly spring in her step. Striding into her bedroom she looks in her mirror, but can't help but feel a sinking sensation overcome her. She looks down at her simple attire, a black summer dress style skirt accompanied by some simple black tights. Bre pouts and mutters to herself, "All I want is some nice clothes...why do all the bimbo's get the cute clothes and I'm just here looking so...drab..." Her words drifted to the floor and into the carpet, falling on no one's ears but her own.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed and shook on her dresser, its warm glow illuminating the room. Reaching for it her heart fluttered, it was from Kayden! Kayden was her close friend, probably her only friend. But to Bre, he was more than that. A cute, dainty and shy boy, but it was all of those qualities that made Bre swoon over even just his name. Opening the text with excitement she gleefully read. 'Hey Bre, hope you made it home safe. Am I ok to come round tomorrow? I found that movie you mentioned last week and was wondering if you'd like to watch it?'' Hearing it in Kayden's voice, Bre quivered and let out an idle giggle at the thought of a movie night with her adorable friend. With the speed of light at her fingertips, she tapped away and typed her reply. "Sounds good to me, how about two in the afternoon? Can't wait!" She read out loud as she finished typing and hit send. After a few minutes, a small thumbs-up was sent from Kayden, but even that thumbs-up was enough to make Bre blush. Immediately Bre reached into her wardrobe and began to scour her clothes for her fanciest, best-looking clothes in preparation for Kayden. After leaving a small pile of clothes to choose from, Bre couldn't help but worry, muttering to herself, "If only I could impress him with some clothes that don't look...so boring..." Her mind immediately returned to the latex she saw from before, the shape, the sound, the sensation of the noise as it wrapped itself around her ears and pulled her in. Bre wanted nothing more than to have her own shiny item of clothing, but all other options are either too expensive or knock-off brands and Bre wants nothing less than the real deal. A yawn escaped Bre's lips, indicating it was now time for her to sleep, shaking her head she turned from the mirror and threw her clothes on the floor. As the night drawled on, Bre wrapped herself up in a big fluffy Snuggie, flopping onto her bed and curling into a comfortable ball. Her eyes fluttered shut and she slowly drifted into a slumber, the mental sound of latex and sensual squeaks singing her to sleep.