Chapter 1 is available here: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/1crp4uv/hoods_and_hotelrooms_chapter_1_m29_latex/

The door swings open to reveal my partner for the evening. I don’t know what to call them, because we haven’t shared our names yet. Perhaps that comes later. I’m not really sure.

Regardless, my stomach does somersaults as I stand behind the door, doing my best to shield myself behind its bulk lest any passing hotel guests get an eyeful and raise a fuss. My partner takes the hint and steps inside quickly, allowing me to shut the door behind them with an audible sigh of relief. It’s strange. I’ve waited so long for this, and now it’s here my nerves are absolutely shot. 

My partner isn’t dressed, not yet. As much as we might have both enjoyed that, there are certain social norms you have to abide by in a hotel, and navigating the halls in rubber and fishnets isn’t something that most people approve of. Instead they’re dressed casually, ripped jeans, converse trainers, a band shirt and a jacket. Their face is soft and androgynous, though their green eyes are bright and piercing. They’d been the first things I noticed when I stumbled across their profile all those weeks ago. One of the first things anyway. Their hair was a short shock of rough blonde and their mouth curled into a smile at the sight of me.

I felt instantly embarrassed. I must look ridiculous! Here I am, hiding in the doorway in my fetishwear, a false ponytail cascading from the crown of my rubber hood and my cock still rock hard whilst they stand there in their street clothes.

“I um... I’m sorry, I wanted to get started…” I begin to stammer. I look away, unable to meet those shining green eyes. This isn’t going quite the way I’d envisioned. 

My partner steps a little closer and drops their bag to the floor. 

“Please, don’t cover up on my account. I was just enjoying the view.” A soft, feminine hand reached out to lift my chin, forcing me to meet their gaze. Their smile wasn’t cruel, they weren't laughing at me. It was warm, and genuine, and my nerves abated a little.

“Don't worry about being dressed. It’s not every day I get greeted like this, I’m glad you took the time to get ready for me.” The hand dropped from my chin, trailing slowly down my chest and coming to a rest on my throbbing cock. Supple fingers encircled me slowly, teasingly, and I twitched in response, my breath caught in my throat.

“Please, relax. I know it's your first time. We'll go slowly. We have the whole night to ourselves.” The hand withdrew as quickly as it had come, my partner turning and recovering their bag from where it had fallen. 

“Listen, I’m going to need a little time to get dressed ok? Why don’t you sit on the bed? Have a little look at my profile again and imagine which outfit I might have packed in here.” They shook the bag gently and I heard the distinctive clink of metal from within.

They winked before turning and heading for the bathroom. “I won’t be long and it'll be worth it I promise.”

The door shuts with a soft click and I’m left alone in the room, my heart racing. 

This was really happening.

I moved to the bed, taking their advice and perching upon its edge. I can hear zips and the rustle of clothes faintly, the sounds settling my mind afire with images of what might emerge. I reach over to my phone again, opening up our chat history and scrolling back to see some of the pictures we'd shared with one another.

It's a tapestry of shiny rubber, of all colours, fits and styles. Catsuits, bodysuits and leotards. Hoods like mine in various designs, open faced and full enclosure. I lingered on one that obscures everything but their luscious lips, the rest of their face fully subsumed in ultrathin latex. 

Gloves and stockings, skirts and dresses, boots and heels, the images go on and on, an outpouring of all the dirty thoughts and fantasies we'd shared with one another. Everyone of them featured skintight, glistening rubber.

I stroked myself again as I scrolled, shifting my hips on the bed. The plug in my arse exerts its delicious pressure as I do so, flexing and moving within me as I wank to these fetishistic visions, and the fantasy of what might be taking shape behind that door.

The click of the lock startled me from my self pleasure.

I threw the phone down at once, my focus snapping to the opening doorway and the vision that stepped through.

I started from the bottom, taking in the thigh high boots that wrapped about their legs. Made from bright red rubber, they flexed and creaked as they stepped closer, the heels clacking on the tiled floor of the bathroom. These gave way to fishnet tights that clung tightly to the soft flesh of their thighs, digging in just slightly to accentuate their smooth lines.

My eyes roamed higher and finally alighted on the other thing that had captured my attention when I first stumbled across them. 

Their cock.

Where mine stood proudly, sheathed in latex and twitching excitedly at the vision before me, theirs was naked save for the metal bars of a chastity cage. I could see the flesh pressed tight against the bars, straining to break free, defeated by its chrome prison. A tiny padlock dangled from the cage, dancing side to side with each step. 

Before the night was done, I was certain they would beg to be released.

The cage was visible beneath a pleated rubber skirt, scandalously short, that was doing nothing to protect their decency. This too was a bright red and gave way to a skin hugging top, black this time, that clung to their slim frame.

Elbow length gloves encased their arms which looked or all the world as if they'd been dipped straight into shiny black liquid so perfect was the fit and their throat was encircled in a thick collar, leather this time from which hung a metal ring.

My eyes finally completed their journey upwards, alighting on their face. They were hooded like me, those sparkling eyes staring at me from the glossy black mask. Where I had a single false ponytail, they had two pigtails, bubblegum pink that dangled just above their shoulders. The urge to wrap them in my hands and force then to their knees sprung to my mind immediately.

I was silent for a moment, taking it all in. This smooth, sexual figure that shone under the overhead lights. Their soft, smooth flesh contrasting with the precise lines of their rubber. Feminine, save for the caged manhood that hung between their legs.

"So come on, tell me. Aren't I everything you imagined?"