The Leather Secret (L)

The rain hammered against the windows of their hotel room in Vancouver Island, mirroring the frantic beat of Colleen’s heart. Thirty years of marriage had sanded away the edges of their passion, leaving behind a comfortable, familiar rhythm – one that had become predictable, almost dull. But tonight, that rhythm was about to be shattered. Tonight, John’s desires, long simmering beneath the surface, were about to erupt.

It had all started with a simple suggestion from Colleen’s friend: a leather skirt. The thought had initially seemed absurd, a desperate attempt to rekindle the dying embers of their sexual fire. Yet, as Colleen researched and found the perfect piece – a supple, dark brown leather skirt that clung to her curves like a second skin – she felt a strange pull, a flicker of excitement she hadn’t experienced in years. The skirt wasn’t just about looking sexy; it felt like an invitation, a challenge to step outside the confines of their routine.

When she’d finally slipped into the leather skirt, the scent of tanned leather filled her senses. She’d chosen a matching leather hanging top with spaghetti straps, paired with a strapless leather bra underneath, and a pair of silky panties and seamed stockings. It was a deliberate effort to maximize the effect, to create an image of both allure and power. She’d even managed to sneak the outfit into her suitcase, knowing John wouldn’t suspect a thing.

As they’d eaten dinner at a cozy seafood restaurant, the tension between them had been palpable. The clinking of glasses and the murmur of conversations couldn’t mask the unspoken desires that hung heavy in the air. Colleen, emboldened by the thought of the night ahead, began to tease John, commenting on how exquisitely she felt in the leather skirt. "Doesn't this just feel… right?" she’d asked, tilting her head and meeting his gaze.

At one point, she removed one shoe, letting it dangle from her ankle, and playfully invited John to rub her foot. He obliged, his fingers tracing the curve of her arch, then sliding up her calf, seeking the seams of her stockings. "Does that feel good?" she purred, her voice a low hum against his ear. "It’s giving you an erection, isn’t it?" His grunt of affirmation confirmed her suspicions.

As they left the restaurant, the air crackled with anticipation. John’s gaze was fixed on her, his eyes burning with an intensity that made her heart race. He clearly wanted to take her home, to fulfill his fantasy, but Colleen wasn't ready to relinquish control just yet. They drove to a dimly lit bar, seeking refuge from the rain and the prying eyes of the outside world. A soulful duet played on the jukebox, a fitting soundtrack to the growing heat between them.

"Let's dance," she suggested, pulling him onto the dance floor. As they swayed to the music, John pressed his hard cock against her groin, a silent declaration of his intentions. He rubbed her leather clad body, desperate to feel the heat building beneath the fabric. Colleen could feel his arousal intensifying, a palpable force threatening to overwhelm her senses. She knew they needed to leave soon, before he exploded in his pants.

Back at the hotel room, the air was thick with desire. John immediately grabbed her, pulling her close and kissing her with an urgency that bordered on frantic. Her knees buckled beneath her, succumbing to the intoxicating force of his touch. He demanded she undress and get into bed, while she busied herself getting ready. As she stepped into the bathroom, John anticipated her actions, his anticipation building with each passing moment. But instead of changing into her usual attire, she slipped into the leather skirt and top, completing her transformation.

He watched in stunned silence as she emerged, her body encased in the supple leather, her eyes gleaming with a newfound confidence. He knew she was playing a game, savoring the moment, prolonging the inevitable. She approached him, her hand resting lightly on his pulsating cock. "Do you like it?" she whispered, her voice laced with a dangerous invitation. He could only nod, unable to resist the pull of her gaze.

As he brought his lips to her, she realized the true extent of his desire. The thought of being taken while wearing her leather outfit, fully clothed in leather from head to toe, had taken on a whole new meaning. She lowered her eyes to his crotch and saw his penis grow by the second, confirming her suspicions. He wanted her to remain dressed while they were having sex, and she was more than willing to oblige.

The kiss deepened, becoming more insistent, more demanding. He began to pull her closer, his grip tightening around her waist. She felt a shiver run down her spine, a primal instinct taking over. She knew he was about to unleash his pent-up desires, and she welcomed the release. He grabbed her head, bringing her lips down to his, and she responded with equal fervor. The world narrowed to the sensation of his lips on hers, the taste of his skin, the heat of his body against hers.

As he pulled away, he moved his hand up her skirt, rubbing her thighs and discovering the stockings beneath. She had deliberately left them off, adding another layer of excitement to the situation. She caught herself thinking about unzipping his fly and giving him a rub, but decided to remain true to her plan. "Let's get back to the room," she said, her voice breathless.

John broke the speed record getting back to the hotel, the urgency of his desire propelling him forward. As they shut the door behind them, the silence of the room was broken only by their ragged breathing. He grabbed her, pulling her close and kissing her all over. Her knees were buckling beneath her, overwhelmed by the intensity of his touch. She knew if he let it continue, he would have gone down on her in the middle of the room.

"Get undressed," she instructed, her voice trembling slightly. "Let's get comfortable." As he slipped out of his clothes and into bed, she could see his raging penis sticking straight out, a testament to his unbridled lust. She entered the bathroom, where John thought she was changing, but instead, she put on more lip gloss and returned, her leather outfit impeccably in place.

Approaching the side of the bed, she placed her hand on his pulsating cock, her fingers tracing the length of his shaft. She began to slowly and seductively stroke him, savoring the feel of his skin beneath her fingertips. "Does it feel good?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. His moan of affirmation confirmed her suspicions. "Do you like this leather?" she asked, her eyes locked on his. His quick roll of the eyes answered her question. She told him how sexy she felt dressed in leather, and whether he minded that she remain dressed while he fucked her. He responded with a primal roar of consent.

With that, he grabbed her head and brought her lips down to his. The kiss deepened, becoming more frantic, more desperate. She removed her lips from his face and moved them down his body, her touch lingering over his chest and abdomen. He knew where she was heading, and when she finally reached his penis, she could see the tip of it was full of blood, ready to explode at any time. His desire was reaching its peak, and she felt a surge of anticipation.

She lifted herself from the bed and positioned herself on top of him, raising her leather skirt to expose her legs. She grabbed his penis and rubbed it against her wet, waiting hole, her movements slow and deliberate. She inserted it into her and began to slowly and seductively fuck him. John was so consumed by pleasure that he continued to rub his hands all over her leather and body, unable to resist the sensation.

As they continued their passionate encounter, Colleen moaned deeply, her voice filled with ecstasy. She warned him that he was about to explode, and he responded with a guttural growl of anticipation. They both finally arrived, reaching the peak of their pleasure. She screamed for him to cum, her body writhing in response. He shot his load into her, the warm liquid pulsing through her as she arched her back in pleasure.

After the great intercourse, Colleen wanted him to remain hard, so she immediately got off John and began to kiss him again, savoring the lingering sensation of his touch. She reached his penis with her mouth and began to tease him with her tongue, drawing out every last drop of pleasure. It didn’t take long before his penis once again reached an erection. She knew he was about to climax again, and she was eager to fulfill his fantasy.

She placed the head of his penis against her leather skirt and asked him to shoot it into her. She felt the first shot hit her skirt and as he continued to ejaculate, she moved his penis up and down so the cum would cover as much leather as possible. As she licked him, she knew he was about to reach his climax again. She began to rub his cock against different parts of her skirt and top, enhancing the experience. He moaned how good it felt, and she could feel her own pleasure building to a fever pitch.

As he finally let loose, a torrent of cum filled her leather skirt and top, soaking into the fabric. She looked down to see her husband shooting his juice all over her, the sight of him so close, so raw, so utterly consumed by pleasure, was unbelievably arousing. She lost all control, falling into one giant rolling orgasm, her body convulsing with pleasure. When he finished, she was a “cummy” mess, completely spent but undeniably satisfied.

John, equally exhausted and exhilarated, remained hard, clinging to her as if afraid to let go. He had lived his fantasy, and she had helped him achieve it. Now, on special occasions, they both dress in leather and enjoy their shared fantasies, forever bound by the unforgettable night in Vancouver Island.

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