My Special Party - Balloon Fetish Story
My special party was one that I will remember for a long time. The only one present was me. It was my special party. It was a party where there were lots of colored balloons in one room. There were hundreds of them. Reds, yellows, purples, blues, greens, silver and gold…
I don’t normally look forward to my birthday, but this birthday surprise organized by a very good friend. And he thought I would love some balloons. He promised to join me after I had experienced and enjoyed the moment.
My heart raced when I walked in the door. I looked around admiring the different colors and the many shapes. Long silver worm shapes, big rubber balls, small tear drops and I could see a small animal shape hiding amongst the colors.
The room smelt of latex and rubber. Riding the ceiling were several helium filled balloons, they looked so pretty hanging down above me. The moment was very special really and I finding myself so close this many balloons, was a huge turn on. My pussy was dripping and I just wanted to get up close to them. I wanted to feel the rubber against my skin and I wanted to breathe in their latex scent.
I removed my clothes, panties and bra and tossed them into the corner out of the way. I looked for the animal shaped rubber balloon hiding amongst the others and… I threw myself in amongst them and thankfully most of the broke my fall. I heard a few of them popping and small bits of rubber flew all around me, but the smell was incredible.
The smell of latex covered my naked flesh and I found myself swimming in a room of rubber balloons. The experience was something I would remember for a long time. I opened my eyes and spotted the big rubber horse. He was huge. I climbed onto his back and bounced around the room, trying so hard to make those balloons pop.
I squeezed them and I bounced on them. The sound of them popping was like music to my ears. But I really wanted to make more noise… I wanted to hear the explosions ringing in my ears as each balloon burst under my touch. Then I remembered that my friend had left a popper in one of the corners of the room.
I used my rubber bouncing animal to my advantage. We bounced from corner to corner until I found what I was looking for. It was covered in a nice leather pouch. I opened it and slowly slid the popper from its confines.
I looked at all the balloons and wondered where to start. Which one would be the first to feel the popper bursts its rubber skin? The silver one looked very appealing. It was long but then I thought it would be nice to feel it between my legs… later…
There was a small cluster close to me. I climbed down off my rubber horse and held a bright yellow one in my hand. I held the popper high and brought my hand down until I felt the tip of the popper burst the rubber. It exploded around me. Bits of rubber flew around the room, the smell of latex hung in the air. It was a huge turn on and once I started I couldn’t stop until every balloon in the room had succumbed to my new popper.
I felt like I had been popping balloons for what seemed like forever. The adrenalin rush was incredible; the latex aroma that filled my lungs was mind-blowing and deep inside me I thanked my friend for giving me such a wonderful gift.
Now I wish he’d hurry up and arrive so I could thank him personally.