Tammy turned the corner from the highway and headed down the street to her home, the same as she always had for the last 20 years. A quaint cul-de-sac, with nice houses. She had been blessed with plenty of comfort left by her late husband. Her son, Mike, was away at college out of state now, and she was feeling the empty nest syndrome creeping in. She tried to fill her days with distractions to keep her mind from thoughts of loneliness, but the quiet evenings would grow long and she yearned for something more. As she pulled near the driveway she saw a familiar friendly sight. The old Ford pick-up truck, with rusty barn red paint job, which was haphazardly applied by a cheap paint roller. It was her son’s best friend, Jason.
What good fortune! She would have some company tonight. He would often stop over to take a swim in the pool. She always kept the back gate in the privacy fence unlocked in case he wanted to use the pool. It didn’t get too much use, now that Mike was away at school. Jason was always kind enough to help her maintain the PH levels and cleaning of the pool, so she never minded him stopping over unannounced. She enjoyed his company and would chat with him by the pool. Tammy pondered what she could whip up for dinner for the two of them, as she unlocked the front door. She set her purse down on the entryway side table, kicked off her heels, the cold tile floor of the entry felt so good on her nylon clad feet, tired from work. She walked towards the den and screamed as she turned the corner. “Oh my God, what are you….Jason!!”
He was sitting on her sofa, erect cock gripped firmly in his hand, with an open magazine next to him. “Tammy!! Oh no, I….” Jason’s face turned white as a sheet. He darted up, trying to hastily pull his swim trunks up over his bulging erection, hit his shin on the coffee table, and stumbled out the sliding door to the back yard. A few moments later Tammy heard the roaring engine of the Ford in the driveway, and the screeching of tires as he pulled away. Tammy was stunned, her mouth still gaping, eyes wide in disbelief. She tried to process and work through what had just transpired. She looked about the room, nothing was tampered with, nothing appeared out of place.
Then she noticed what was still on the sofa. What was this? An outdated women’s fashion mail order catalog, it must have been pulled from the scraps of junk mail and old newspapers she kept in a bin by the fire place. But why was he….
Tammy lifted the catalog from the couch cushion, still trying to analyze the scenario. The open pages, where he was turned to, what was he focused on? A full two pages of Leather fashion, depicting three mature fashion models, wearing varied Leather garments, in a few different colors. Leather trousers, a skirt, long coats and blazers. Was this what got him so worked up? She closed the catalog and realized one of the leather garments was depicted on the front cover as well. So, Jason must have spied this in the scrap paper bin, seeing the Leather-clad woman on the front cover. Did that mean….and the models from this Fall clothing catalog, they were mature women, twice his age or more. Did this really excite him so much?
Tammy went to the bar and poured herself a glass of wine, she needed to think. She swigged a huge gulp and sat down on the sofa replaying the scene in her head. She looked over at the cushion where he had just been sitting bare-assed, moments before. She couldn’t shake the mental images. His hand, so firmly gripping his cock, staring down at the pictures before him intently. His muscular chest and arms on display from the black tank top he was wearing. Tammy gasped and shivered at the thought. She gulped down the rest of her glass of wine, as she tried to decide what to do. She felt violated, and yet somehow intrigued, allured, excited even. Tammy was not a sexual person, or at least not of late. She had focused on her career and her son ever since her husband had passed. She hadn’t known the touch of a man in years, much less seen a hard cock on full display in front of her. She wondered…
Tammy got up and poured herself another glass of wine, then walked down the hallway to her bedroom. She stepped into her long, deep, walk-in closet, turned on the light, and started digging through the hanging dresses and blazers, slacks, and pantsuits, boring 9 to 5 work attire, and there they were. An old pair of neglected Leather trousers. They had not seen the light of day in so many years. She couldn’t even recall if she even had ever worn them, a concert maybe? The surface of the Leather was cool to the touch under her fingertips. Her red manicured nails gave an alarming contrast to the fine black Leather. She took them over to the bed and grabbed a pair of simple black Leather ankle boots from the closet. The first glass of wine started to take effect. Her body began to feel warm, even in the cold air conditioned house. She sat on the bed for a moment and looked at the Leather trousers, running her nails over the smooth surface. She thought of the ladies depicted in the catalog, how confident and comfortable they all appeared. Tammy stood up and began to undress. She slid her herringbone work skirt down her hips, letting it fall to the floor. She unbuttoned her blouse and sighed as her cleavage was kissed by the cool air in the room. Her nipples stiffened slightly as she felt a bit more exposed.
Tammy stood for a moment looking at herself in the mirror. She still had on her bra and her nylon pantyhose. She slid her fingers along her tummy briefly, feeling the smooth nylon material at her waist. She let her fingers drift lower momentarily, and caressed her private area, blushing at her refection in the mirror. Tammy turned back to the bed and took up her Leather trousers in hand. She raised them to her face to smell the scent of the leather. As she did so, the cool leather made contact with the bare skin of her torso. Tammy shuddered and inhaled the Leather scent deeply. This was a new feeling to her. Something she had never experienced before. She sat on the edge of the bed and slid one pant leg up to her knee, pulling her foot through to the carpeted floor below. Pulling her other foot through the same way, Tammy stood and began to raise the waist band up into position. As the cool satin lining kissed her thighs Tammy shuddered again, audibly exhaling. Definitely a new sensation! They were a bit snug, but not uncomfortably so. Tammy zipped the fly, and clasped the top button. She turned once more to the mirror, now somehow different. Her eyes grew wide and a smile curled from her lips as she admired her reflection. Turning slightly, looking at how well the Leather hugged her hips, and her ass. She ran her red nailed fingers along her hipline, and down her thighs, feeling the Leather. She began to feel a bit warm again, blushing at her reflection.
Tammy turned to her ankle boots and slipped them onto her nylon clad feet. The smooth shiny metallic insole felt so good and cool against her arches, as they slid into position. Tammy stood, legs apart slightly, and adjusted her Leather pants slightly higher, pulling them tighter against her ass, and inner thighs. She felt incredibly powerful, yet something was missing. That’s it!! Tammy walked back to the closet, her boots stomping audibly through the carpeted bedroom. She pulled a supple black Lambskin Leather blazer from her collection, it had a slight western vibe, detailed with whip-stitch piping along the edges. There was that warm feeling again. There was no turning back now, she thought. Tammy was on new ground. She had never experienced what she was feeling before, simply from getting dressed. She wanted to experiment more, feel more, she needed to understand, as much for her own sake, as to what was going on with Jason.
Tammy reached back and unhooked her bra, pulling the straps from her shoulders, and letting it fall to the floor. Her nipples stiffened again as the coolness of the bedroom air licked her bare skin. Tammy lifted the Leather blazer, pulling it up her arms and around her waist. The cool satin lining kissing her naked breasts, as she buttoned the front before admiring herself again in the mirror. There she was, Full…Black…Leather. “Fuck, that’s hot!!” Tammy exclaimed. She giggled and sauntered back to the Den where she had left her glass of wine. Tammy sat back down on the sofa sipping her wine and looked once more at the Fashion catalog. She looked at the pictures of these women, the way they stood in their Leathers, there was a gleam in their eyes, a sensual smirk upon their lips, a toothy grin from one model. Tammy was beginning to understand. She slid her finger along her Leather clad thigh, up to her chest and caressed the Leather that molded so perfectly around her breasts. Tammy flushed again, and downed her glass of wine. Gasping for air briefly she wasn’t quite sure what to do. Then she got an idea. Tammy went to her home office and pulled a selfie stick from the top of the closet. Passing back through by the front door, she pulled her smart phone from her purse where she left it.
What was she doing? Was it the wine, what had come over her? Who was this strange Leather clad woman in her home? Why was she here, and more importantly, why did she like her?? Tammy adjusted the selfie stick into tripod position, setting her phone into position, and aligning camera view with her sofa. Tammy sat down in the exact same spot Jason had been, and checked the angle on her smartphone camera. Then she had another idea. Something was still missing. Tammy almost ran to the hall closet, and pulled her winter Leather driving gloves from the shelf. Back to the sofa she queued up the camera, set for hand gestures, and slipped on her Leather gloves. Tammy could never resist, she always loved the smell of these gloves every time she put them on. This time was no different, she raised her leather fingers to her nose, inhaling the essence of the soft Leather, and caressed her cheek. The cool Leather felt welcome on her flushed cheeks. Tammy poured a half glass more of wine and settled to the forbidden/sacred spot on the sofa.
Tammy began to wave gestures to her smart phone, prompting the camera to flash photos, one after another. She took many angles and some standing photos as well. She took a few sips of wine, continuing to loosen up as the camera flashed more pictures of her newfound Leather glory. Tammy stopped for a moment and pondered what she was thinking next. She’d come this far, there was truly no going back now. Tammy took another gulp of wine and started posing in more sensual manners. She began touching and caressing her leathers, feeling her body all over with her Leather gloved hands. Her heart began to race, her breathing heavier. The camera continued to flash. Tammy unfastened her Leather trousers, and slid her hand inside to feel herself. Tammy gasped, she was so wet, her pantyhose had a wet spot completely soaked through.
Tammy looked deeply into the lens as her phone continued taking shots of her. Tammy rubbed the wet nylon against her throbbing clit with her Leather gloved fingers. It felt so good, yes, yes, she needed this so bad! Tammy closed her eyes, forgetting about the phone and tripod, concentrating on the moment. She thought again about Jason sitting there, when he had his thick cock in his hand. Tammy imagined him pumping his cock for her, touching himself, turned on by her leather, wanting to feel his muscular chest, his arms wrapped around her, pushing his cock inside of her…..”oh..oh…oooo-ooo-ohhh.” Tammy was soaked through. Her Leather fingers wet with her pussy juices and she was convulsing from her orgasm. Her Leather trousers squeaking and creaking as she pulled her legs in tightly, uncontrollably shaking and trembling, from her intense climax. As the storm inside her subsided, Tammy began to see straight again. She licked her juice from her Leather fingers, tasting herself, and the salty smoothness from the soft Leather glove.
She wasn’t finished. Tammy removed her Leather gloves, lying them on the coffee table. She stood up and fastened the fly of her Leather trousers again, wanting to keep her Leathers on. She took the smart phone and tripod and returned to her home office room. There she spent the remainder of the evening at her computer screen. Tammy took great care in editing and selecting the best photos for what she had planned next. She found her task so exhilarating, that she forgot all about being lonely, she forgot about the stress of work, and the day behind her. She worked late into the middle of the night, until she was finally satisfied. Then she retired to her bedroom and slept so incredibly sound, like she had not rested in years.
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Jason was ashamed and distraught over the situation at Tammy’s house. He felt he had completely soiled their relationship and didn’t know what to do. He felt he had betrayed his best friend’s mother, ruined her trust in him, disrespecting Tammy in her home, giving in to his sexual urges. What if Tammy tells Mike? What if she tells my mother? he thought. How am I to survive such humiliation? he wondered. A few days later, Jason’s mother left him a large manila envelope that was addressed to him in his bedroom. Jason had no idea what it was, he didn’t recall ordering anything, no one had reason to send him any mail, he thought.
Inside there was a neatly folded note, along with a sealed smaller envelope. The smaller envelope read, “open in private.” Jason looked at the note and was surprised to see it was from Tammy.
I hope this parcel doesn’t alarm you in any way. I offer you this peace offering.
I’d like to cook you dinner soon, and we can have a little chat by the pool. Give me a call when you are ready, and we’ll go from there.
I have no hard feelings towards you, and the words left unspoken. Call on me any time, I hope to hear from you soon.
Jason looked down the hall to make sure he was alone, and closed his bedroom door securely. He broke the seal on the small envelope and inspected its contents. His eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped when he saw Tammy’s photos. She looked so sexy in her leather pants and jacket. Rubbing and caressing her leather clad body. She had intently stacked the photos with an increasingly provocative order, ending with the last one of her masturbating with her leather gloved fingers. Jason was so aroused and shocked, he felt dizzy and weak in the knees. He hid the envelope under his mattress, sure to return to them soon.
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