Leather - as suggested by sneakyhubby in chat

Sammi felt his eyes on her. Well, she had waited till he was certain to be at the kitchen window. No matter that it was gonna be a hot day she had dressed in the leather that she was certain he was interested in. Knee-length boots, the shortest of leather skirts and a leather rodeo jacket to complete the ensemble.

Would Harry be playing with himself as his eyes raked her leather-clad slim body? She had caught him one time backing up from his window to the back door trying to avoid her eye, forgetting the door was open. She liked what she saw in his hand; good hard, stiff cock-flesh.

He would have noted first the short, soft leather skirt; he'd not seen that one before. Then the length of tanned and bare thighs leading down to knees atop the stiff leather of her boots. After savouring again the flesh of her thighs his eyes would have bulged to try to see if under that soft, sensuous leather jacket she could possibly be naked.

Sammi grinned, that tiny leather spider top hardly covered her 32C boobies. From his position Harry wouldn’t yet be sure that those firm, tanned tits weren’t freely jiggling gently to and fro as her arms moved her delicate hands along the wash-line hanging out the laundry.

Holding out her hand and looking skyward she pretended to check the air for any drop of rain as she sneaked a sidewise glance to be sure that Harry was indeed paying attention. The fact that there wasn’t a cloud in the sky didn't matter, he was there.

Now came the moment when Harry would most definitely grab for his cock. If only she could get to see what he did this time.

Instead of bending her knees and picking items from her laundry basket in a lady-like way as before, this time Sammi stood with feet apart and keeping her legs straight she bent at the waist. This she knew would display to Harry's greedy eyes the final item in her leather ensemble; soft leather panties. Not quite the type of cover afforded by even her smallest frillies but not quite a thong. Her voyeur now had full view of her tight and tanned butt with just a sexy hint of soft leather stretched tightly over it.

Her normal silky and lacy frillies were hung one by one, involving of course, for each garment, the 'inadvertent' exposure of the part of a woman that ultimately is the desire of all red-blooded men; her ass, with the added promise of a hot, moist, tight pussy.

Sammi had not undertaken this little episode lightly. While it didn’t need a lot of brain work, she had planned it carefully. Once again she casually glanced around to make doubly sure that Harry was being attentive. As he tried to dart back out of sight a smile caused her to reveal her sparkling white teeth and she ran her tongue over them hoping that her mouth hygiene had been effective this morning.

Bernadette, Harry's partner had indicated that she had to meet an old school friend and would be out all this day. Unknown to the woman Sammi has seen this 'friend', a scruffy if ruggedly handsome younger man, and they had been chewing on each others' tongues when they assumed they were unseen in a parked car. So intent on their 'friendship' had they been that Sammi had got close enough to see the man's fingers buried to the knuckles in Bernadette's ample pussy and a nipple of one of her large tits clamped between the man's teeth.

'Handsome Harry' as Sammi had dubbed her neighbour seemed brow-beaten by his partner. Perhaps she starved him of sex and that’s why he pummelled his cock so often when Sammi was around, and probably other times too.

As she neared the end of the items in the basket Sammi made a gesture that if she had been an actress would surely have won her a nomination if not an Oscar. She wobbled on her feet and threw a hand to her head with the flourish of the old-time silent melodramas. Clutching desperately at thin air she allowed her body to fall dramatically to the grass. Carefully she 'arranged' her body to fall so that the skirt left nothing to the imagination of her voyeur. The rodeo top fell open and 'unfortunately' the minuscule leather spider bra could not take the strain, leaving her tanned mammaries on view.

The hot sun beat down on her face, and although she had got that covered, literally by applying sun block, it would be good if harry got his cock zipped up and got over to her fast. Actually, she wouldn’t mind at all if he didn’t zip up at all!

The sun was already warming the tight, shiny leather panties which in turn were warming the lips, tightly to which Sammi had pulled the panties. But by far the greater heat was being generated internally, by the anticipation, by the excitement, by the sexual thoughts that raced through her brain and by her desire to give Handsome Harry at least one fuck that he would remember for a long time.

Each second that ticked by seemed an eternity, was he going to come to her aid? Sammi tried to squint through half-closed eyes but it didn’t help, the sun was too bright and her horizontal position allowed her to see very little.

Suddenly, hands gently but firmly moved her limbs to the recovery position and as they did her clothes were rearranged to make her as decent as it was possible considering that she was so scantily dressed. Oh fuck, she thought, I don’t want this. I hand strong hands grabbing at my tits. I want fingers caressing the leather covering my pussy mound and lips. I want impatient fingers roughly tugging at the panties trying desperately to get at my aching pussy. I want …

Sammi decided to hold her breath... god-damn it man at least give me the kiss of life, let me taste your lips on mine, let me surprise you with my tongue. Her breath ran out and she had to gasp which gave the game away and forced her to 'recover'.

Harry's face was full of concern but oh so much more handsome close to. And his breath was sweet. And his eyes... oh my god, so damned blue. And the thinnest little blonde moustache that Sammi had not yet been aware of but could almost feel scratching at pussy lips so puffy, so sensitive.

Sammi reached out blindly for support, actually aiming to grip the bulge between Harry's legs, but he was too quick, he moved. Didn’t he realise that she wanted to hold that cock that she had so far only glimpsed?

It was time for Plan B. OK, so she didn’t have a Plan B but what she had were the wiles of a woman. A desire, no, scratch that, a lust! Are women lustful? Well this one certainly was! If Harry didn’t bury his cock deep inside her sometime soon Sammi would become Sister Virginia and renounce sex for ever. On that thought Sammi prayed for forgiveness just in case it ever came true.

On her feet Sammi clung to Harry's strong body. Around his waist she could feel the merest hint of fat. He stood taller than she imagined... six feet and some. As he steadied her and assisted her to walk back to her house it took all her self-control to resist grabbing at his crotch. His warm hand was at her waist, her bare waist and she tried to slump downwards bringing his hand sliding up her rib cage and his fingers to the point that she would swear that she could feel their heat on her tits.

Harry grasped the waistband of the skirt and held on to keep her upright. With it he pulled the band to the panties, causing the centre seam of them to invade and part her pussy lips. The pressure on her clitoris almost caused her to moan out in abject exasperation at the lack of a man's mouth and tongue to sooth it.

Sammi informed Harry that she felt weak and that it must be the sun and he should lie her on the bed and help her loosen her clothing. He looked dumbfounded; on her back on the bed her tits were bare and the skirt was effectively nothing more than a waist-band. She struggled to get the jacket off but indicated that she needed help with the skirt. Delicately, carefully, he undid the clasp and eased the skirt down her legs where it caught on the boots. Sammi nodded to affirm that he should unzip them and pull them and the skirt off.

Harry stared at her feet and she caught on quickly that he may have a foot fetish. At her request he began what became one of the most marvellous foot massages that she had ever experienced. After that he was putty in her hands as she demanded that the massage reached further and further up her slim, tanned legs. Harry obeyed without question which gave Sammi an idea.

Using only hand gestures she commanded Harry to remove his summer shirt and was amazed that he did it unquestioningly. Although not perfect his torso was without doubt impressive; he kept himself in good shape. But who for? Did Bernadette not only play the field but provide her partner, Harry that is, with all his needs?

Sammi was well aware that men were given a cock partly as a comforter and they made the best use of it that they could. She had no problem with that as long as they saved the better part for a woman. Didn’t she already banish from between her thighs two husbands and many temporary partners due to their lack of attentiveness and performance? But she remained adamant that she was not a nymphomaniac.

Next on her list of demands was Harry's jeans and she indicated that he should remove them. Lying on her back she took no interest in the removal but instead took time to massage her aching tits. So when Harry held up the jeans as proof of removal and when she looked to see what bulge was contained in what boxers she got a shock. The tables had been turned! It was harry who now sported leather underwear. It was a thong and it looked packed full of virility. Sammi had to see the software in that thong turn into hardware. She indicated that Harry unlace the thong.

To her surprise he ignored her demand so she issued it as a command,a verbal command. That too was ignored. Instead Harry continued the massage up her slim legs until he reached the soft leather panties. A soft but excited moan slipped from his lips. Sammi slapped his hand away... two could play at his little game. His face contorted into a grimace that pleaded to be allowed to touch the leather that was wrapping her heated pussy. So heated that juices generated deep within her aching tube now flowed from between her engorged labia and soaked the crotch of the leather underwear. She affirmed her agreement with a nod.

As his fingers stroked and patted and delved into the slippery area that grew with every second Sammi could see that the leather pouch containing his as yet unseen balls tighten under the pressure of a fast erecting dick. Leaning forward she reached out and grabbed at the leather lace that held together all the parts of the thong. With a tug that almost unbalanced Harry she removed the lace that was key to the leather garment's ability to imprison that part of her neighbour that she now desired so badly. His meat almost exploded from its captivity gaining volume and hardness by the second. Her eyes widened as they devoured its beauty. A beauty made ever better by the raw, red wheals caused by the lacing of the thong that had imprisoned it so tightly.

In all this time Harry had said nothing; he had reacted to her demands, making none of his own. Sammi formed her red lips into the largest “O” that she could then looked up at Harry's eyes and down to his juicy phallus. Bernadette had him well trained... he brought his cock to her face. As she moved her head slightly in order to kiss the bright red knob, Harry moved it but a few millimetres, enough to take it tantalisingly out of the reach of her mouth and tongue. She glared at him in an effort to intimidate him.

Whatever relationship existed between Harry and his partner it dawned on Sammi that it was not one-sided. Her neighbour looked down at her tightly clad and oozing pussy. His eyes told her that a trade was in order; her panties for a taste of his hard rod. Another day, another opportunity and she would play this game to its fullest with tease and counter tease, but right now she needed to be fucked.

What began as her plan to seduce her male neighbour had reached the stage at which she would willingly fall to her knees and beg to have that man-flesh parting her super sensitive labia and opening her all enveloping sex-tube.

Enthusiastically Sammi nodded her approval to the removal of the soft but now very juice-sodden leather that was the barrier to her overheated and aching pussy. Harry removed the garment with tenderness. The cool air on her pussy almost had Sammi in an ecstatic orgasm; biting her lip she held it at bay for she wanted him to feel her orgasmic contractions gripping and manipulating his cock when it was deep within her.

Harry rubbed the crotch of her leather panties between finger and thumb; his cock twitched. His eyes on hers he took the juice-sodden fabric to his face; he breathed deeply then with the tip of his tongue he sampled leather and pussy juices; his thick meat twitched again. Placing the panties carefully to one side Harry moved his hand as if to sample the softness of Sammi's pussy lips. She caught his hand to stop him; this was no tease! One touch of his strong fingers anywhere near her pussy and that orgasm that was so near would immediately explode upon her. This time, the first time had to be with him buried inside her.

Harry knew. They had sexual empathy. He was between her thighs in a second. Supporting his weight above her but with their flesh combining, her hands on his hips controlling him, he entered her. A gentle parting of her lips until his phallic head began to open her, then in unison she pulled his hips and he thrust; firmly, continuously until with a scream of delight and ecstasy Sammi took all of him.

Their simultaneous orgasms beat in synchronisation and then in opposition. He emptied in powerful spurts the content of his sac.

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