...Leather
I felt nervous as I stepped into the hotel bar of the round house in Bournemouth, I remember standing in the doorway and scanning the room until I spotted my friend. I made my way across the room and slipped onto the stool next to him. I had butterflies in my stomach and felt very self conscious as I sipped at my drink, a slow blush starting to creep up my neck as I seductively crossed my legs, my long leather coat parting slightly.

We sat and had a few drinks: the tension between us almost visible, and after a few cheeky glasses of wine I loosened up somewhat and started to feel incredibly naughty, at which point we decided to make our way up to the hotel room...I followed him out of the bar and into the hotel lift.

Alone in the lift he reached for me and drew me towards him. I felt his wonderfully fit body burning through his shirt, his trouser truncheon practically raping my belly button. He bent his head to kiss me...but fearing interruption from the lift doors opening I resisted...but then my mouth melted beneath his as his tongue caressed mine with such tenderness and delicacy.

Reaching our floor we tumbled out of the lift giddy with desire and made our way to the room. Once inside the door he pushed me hard against the wall and kissed me again. A groan emanated from deep inside him as he struggled to keep the kiss gentle, to slow our dance to a waltz when the wild music playing between us demanded gypsy like gyrations.

Despite his efforts, our kisses graduated from gentle caresses to wild passion. When my hands pulled away from him and began a feather light descent down his back, he failed completely. He crushed my body into his, the kiss blossoming into a full scale assault, neither of us knowing who attacked and who defended. Our tongues mated, again and again, until I was lost in him completely…

…..sorry…got a bit carried away in my memories there…ahem…and back to the qotw…

At this point he parted my long soft black leather coat….to find that all I was wearing beneath was stockings held up by a simple black suspender belt, black lace panties and matching bra.

After the kisses that had me weak at the knees, the feel of the leather coat on my aroused skin drove me completely wild. It was by far the horniest experience I have ever had and from that night forward I get incredibly turned on at the feel of leather - love it!



Length?…….about 5ft from shoulder to stilletto
(serendipita, Thu 29 Oct 2009, 0:30, 4 replies)

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A wankworthy story!
( Vambo, Thu 29 Oct 2009, 7:44, closed)

Ewwwwww....
...The Roundhouse is a bit of a dive, isn't it?
(Reverend Fister "a disciplined fuckwit", Thu 29 Oct 2009, 9:22, closed)

isn't that where Chuck Norris lives?
/stolen from a friend
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Thu 29 Oct 2009, 9:45, closed)

roundhouse is a dive
i can see it from my office window
( bazza van der trance , ooh baby baby, baby baby. Get up on this., Thu 29 Oct 2009, 10:38, closed)