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Janet's Obsession
Chapter I
As the intercom buzzer to her modest little apartment buzzed, Janet's heart raced. Rushing over she picked up the mouthpiece as the small black and white surveillance screen flickered to life, reflecting back to her a courier holding a padded parcel and a clipboard.
“Yes”
“Hi, package for a Miss Janet Finch”, the courier mouthed into the intercom.
“Come in, up to level 1, I'll be out in a sec”, she quickly said while replacing the mouthpiece, pressing the electronic security button for a couple of seconds then ran to her bedroom to put on a silken knee length dressing gown, securing it around her tiny waist. Naked except for tan Cuban heeled nylon stockinged legs held in place by a matching coloured satin suspender belt, the flimsy gown moulded itself to her petite lithe body. Stepping into a pair of six inch heeled mule slip-ons, she hastily teetered over to the front door, opened it and stepped half way out as she heard the heavy foot steps of the courier approaching up the stairs.
As the courier handed over the package and waited for her to sign over acceptance, he couldn't help but ogle at this pretty little Kylie Minoque look-alike with her pert little breasts and nipples outlined against the silken fabric of her gown, his eyes slowly wandering down her shapely nylon legs and feet lifted in the sexy heels.
“Do I need to sign anything?”, Janet said, enjoying the effect her presence was making on the courier.
“Ahh, yep, sure, just sign here”, he said pointing to her name on his delivery sheet with a slight tremor in his forefinger.
With the exchange complete, Janet bid the courier goodbye and swiftly shut the door in his face leaving him stunned for a second until he shook his head with a smile and went on his way to his other deliveries.
Janet was nearly beside herself with excitement as she held the long awaited package in her hands. It had taken nearly two months from the time she had seen the object of her desires in the antique fashion accessories section of eBay, successfully bid on it, and was now the proud excited new owner.
Composing herself a little, she wanted to make the most of the ritual moment of unwrapping the contents. Placing the parcel down on a coffee table in the middle of her lounge room, she sauntered over to the kitchen and poured herself a large glass of chilled Chardonnay, taking a generous sip while breathing deeply trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach. Walking back to the coffee table, she placed the glass down and retrieved a menthol cigarette, lit up, and took a deep drag, the nicotine making her feel a little giddy as it was her first smoke of the day. Alternating between gentle sips of the golden nectar and sucking on the cigarette, Janet was now completely relaxed but incredibly horny, feeling the combined effects of nicotine, wine and the anticipation of retrieving the prized object from the parcel, causing her bald pussy to moisten.
Quickly discarding her silky gown, she reclined her beautiful rounded ass down on the soft leather lounge. As her ass met the cool soft rich leather of the lounge, she sighed, revelling in the feeling of the leather against her soft bare skin. Crossing her legs with a swishing sound of the nylons against each other, she picked up the parcel, slowly ripped it open and retrieved the softest, longest, finest, most beautiful pair of French k** black leather gloves she had ever laid eyes on. The sight, aromatic scent and feel of these glorious looking gloves which were manufactured in the 1960's were like nothing she had ever experienced before. Unfolding the gloves to their length, she laid them across her lap then retrieved the smouldering cigarette from the crystal ashtray and took another long seductive drag, exhaling the wispy grey smoke from her full red lips. She took another long sip of the wine while eyeing the beautiful gloves with desire.
Placing the wine glass back on the coffee-table, she picked up the left-handed glove and proceeded to slowly encase her hand and arm within the confines of the supple leather. With tingles of lust swirling within her belly and pussy, she guided the leather glove up her arm till it moulded perfectly, stretching and smoothing out every crease, pulling down individually on each of her petite slender fingers and finally smoothing her right hand up to her shoulder. As she viewed the contrast between her naked right arm and the newly leathered left, her sexual desire was growing with intensity.
She repeated the ritual with the remaining glove on her right arm however now the feeling was intensified as her newly leathered left hand commanded the performance up her right. The feeling of fine soft leather against leather was nearly too much for her as she smoothed out the glove along her soft flesh.
Closing her eyes, she cuddled herself in her soft leather hands, feeling her erect nipples and kneading her pert little breasts while sighing, and slowly moving her hands down her belly to her moist pussy. Gingerly feeling and massaging her cunt, she slowly moved her fingers in and out of her sex then brought her hands up to her face and deeply inhaled the combined scent of the rich antique leather laced with the musky scent of her soppy lewd little cunt.
Uncrossing and extending one of her legs out, she slowly felt and massaged the length of her leg in her leather hands, the feeling of soft leather against sheer nylon causing such tingles of pleasure to course through her entire body. She relished in the feeling that all of her body was a pathway to sexual enjoyment and not just confined to her greedy little cunt.
It could have been all to easy to just sit there and bring herself off in her new gloves but knew that she could enjoy so much more rapturous pleasure with the right footwear. As much as her sexy little spike heeled mules made her feel so horny, she knew that coupling the new gloves with a special pair of her many high heeled boots would add so much more to the excitement.
Kicking off her heels, she stood up and finished the cigarette, enjoying how it looked perched daintily between her fine leather fingers and then gulped down the rest of the wine. It was just as well that she had shed her high heels as now her body buzzed with the inebriating effects of the wine and nicotine.
Slowly making her way over to her bedroom, she opened her built-in wardrobe closet and retrieved a prized pair of soft calf-skin leather, seven inch spike heeled, knee-length lace-up black leather boots. Picking them up and cuddling them against her breasts, the cool soft leather against her bare skin sent shivers of excitement down her spine.
Seating herself down on her bed, she placed one of the boots down while holding on to its partner. With the lone boot in her hands she brought it up to her face and deeply inhaled as the confines enveloped her face as if it were a gas mask, drinking in the rich smell of the leather combined with the pungent smell of her own residual nyloned foot odour, collapsing back onto the bed going into a natural high of sensations, her pussy moistening all the more. Janet couldn't understand why, but for as long as she could remember, she absolutely loved the smell of the confines of her footwear, especially close fitting leather boots which trapped her feet so closely and caused the catalyst of the ecstatic scent.
As she lay prostrate on the bed, she pulled the gorgeous looking boot up onto her foot and leg, lacing it up her calf with her nimble leather hands until it was fully wrapped. She quickly repeated the process on her remaining leg and now was ready to finish off what she had started earlier on the couch. The tight leather boots made her feel so sexually aroused, the way the soft leather moulded around her legs, her feet bent and arched so high, and admiring the lethal looking spike heels glistening against the reflection of the bedroom lighting. Her leathered hands and arms glided up and down the length of her booted legs while her cunt was aching for relief.
Arising from the bed she teetered over in front of the built-in wardrobe full-length mirror. She gasped as she saw her reflection greeting her with wanton lust. With narcissistic pleasure, her hands as if possessed outside of her body felt and caressed herself down to her cunt and with a frenzy started to probe her pussy, her fingers moving in and out, circling her clitoris, squeezing, kneading and rubbing. As much as the temptation for her was to close her eyes, her gaze remained fixed on her reflection as if outside of her own body, cloned, her perfect twin making love to every inch of her sexually charged beautiful, lithe body. Mewing with pleasure as she viewed herself, her wonderful orgasm finally crescendoed into the most marvelous feeling of bliss as her fingers slowed their tempo against her pussy.
With her body spent, she collapsed onto the bed while cupping her face in her cunt scented leather hands, breathing in the rich aroma deeply and drifted off to a wonderfully sex charged light slumber...
Chapter I
As the intercom buzzer to her modest little apartment buzzed, Janet's heart raced. Rushing over she picked up the mouthpiece as the small black and white surveillance screen flickered to life, reflecting back to her a courier holding a padded parcel and a clipboard.
“Yes”
“Hi, package for a Miss Janet Finch”, the courier mouthed into the intercom.
“Come in, up to level 1, I'll be out in a sec”, she quickly said while replacing the mouthpiece, pressing the electronic security button for a couple of seconds then ran to her bedroom to put on a silken knee length dressing gown, securing it around her tiny waist. Naked except for tan Cuban heeled nylon stockinged legs held in place by a matching coloured satin suspender belt, the flimsy gown moulded itself to her petite lithe body. Stepping into a pair of six inch heeled mule slip-ons, she hastily teetered over to the front door, opened it and stepped half way out as she heard the heavy foot steps of the courier approaching up the stairs.
As the courier handed over the package and waited for her to sign over acceptance, he couldn't help but ogle at this pretty little Kylie Minoque look-alike with her pert little breasts and nipples outlined against the silken fabric of her gown, his eyes slowly wandering down her shapely nylon legs and feet lifted in the sexy heels.
“Do I need to sign anything?”, Janet said, enjoying the effect her presence was making on the courier.
“Ahh, yep, sure, just sign here”, he said pointing to her name on his delivery sheet with a slight tremor in his forefinger.
With the exchange complete, Janet bid the courier goodbye and swiftly shut the door in his face leaving him stunned for a second until he shook his head with a smile and went on his way to his other deliveries.
Janet was nearly beside herself with excitement as she held the long awaited package in her hands. It had taken nearly two months from the time she had seen the object of her desires in the antique fashion accessories section of eBay, successfully bid on it, and was now the proud excited new owner.
Composing herself a little, she wanted to make the most of the ritual moment of unwrapping the contents. Placing the parcel down on a coffee table in the middle of her lounge room, she sauntered over to the kitchen and poured herself a large glass of chilled Chardonnay, taking a generous sip while breathing deeply trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach. Walking back to the coffee table, she placed the glass down and retrieved a menthol cigarette, lit up, and took a deep drag, the nicotine making her feel a little giddy as it was her first smoke of the day. Alternating between gentle sips of the golden nectar and sucking on the cigarette, Janet was now completely relaxed but incredibly horny, feeling the combined effects of nicotine, wine and the anticipation of retrieving the prized object from the parcel, causing her bald pussy to moisten.
Quickly discarding her silky gown, she reclined her beautiful rounded ass down on the soft leather lounge. As her ass met the cool soft rich leather of the lounge, she sighed, revelling in the feeling of the leather against her soft bare skin. Crossing her legs with a swishing sound of the nylons against each other, she picked up the parcel, slowly ripped it open and retrieved the softest, longest, finest, most beautiful pair of French k** black leather gloves she had ever laid eyes on. The sight, aromatic scent and feel of these glorious looking gloves which were manufactured in the 1960's were like nothing she had ever experienced before. Unfolding the gloves to their length, she laid them across her lap then retrieved the smouldering cigarette from the crystal ashtray and took another long seductive drag, exhaling the wispy grey smoke from her full red lips. She took another long sip of the wine while eyeing the beautiful gloves with desire.
Placing the wine glass back on the coffee-table, she picked up the left-handed glove and proceeded to slowly encase her hand and arm within the confines of the supple leather. With tingles of lust swirling within her belly and pussy, she guided the leather glove up her arm till it moulded perfectly, stretching and smoothing out every crease, pulling down individually on each of her petite slender fingers and finally smoothing her right hand up to her shoulder. As she viewed the contrast between her naked right arm and the newly leathered left, her sexual desire was growing with intensity.
She repeated the ritual with the remaining glove on her right arm however now the feeling was intensified as her newly leathered left hand commanded the performance up her right. The feeling of fine soft leather against leather was nearly too much for her as she smoothed out the glove along her soft flesh.
Closing her eyes, she cuddled herself in her soft leather hands, feeling her erect nipples and kneading her pert little breasts while sighing, and slowly moving her hands down her belly to her moist pussy. Gingerly feeling and massaging her cunt, she slowly moved her fingers in and out of her sex then brought her hands up to her face and deeply inhaled the combined scent of the rich antique leather laced with the musky scent of her soppy lewd little cunt.
Uncrossing and extending one of her legs out, she slowly felt and massaged the length of her leg in her leather hands, the feeling of soft leather against sheer nylon causing such tingles of pleasure to course through her entire body. She relished in the feeling that all of her body was a pathway to sexual enjoyment and not just confined to her greedy little cunt.
It could have been all to easy to just sit there and bring herself off in her new gloves but knew that she could enjoy so much more rapturous pleasure with the right footwear. As much as her sexy little spike heeled mules made her feel so horny, she knew that coupling the new gloves with a special pair of her many high heeled boots would add so much more to the excitement.
Kicking off her heels, she stood up and finished the cigarette, enjoying how it looked perched daintily between her fine leather fingers and then gulped down the rest of the wine. It was just as well that she had shed her high heels as now her body buzzed with the inebriating effects of the wine and nicotine.
Slowly making her way over to her bedroom, she opened her built-in wardrobe closet and retrieved a prized pair of soft calf-skin leather, seven inch spike heeled, knee-length lace-up black leather boots. Picking them up and cuddling them against her breasts, the cool soft leather against her bare skin sent shivers of excitement down her spine.
Seating herself down on her bed, she placed one of the boots down while holding on to its partner. With the lone boot in her hands she brought it up to her face and deeply inhaled as the confines enveloped her face as if it were a gas mask, drinking in the rich smell of the leather combined with the pungent smell of her own residual nyloned foot odour, collapsing back onto the bed going into a natural high of sensations, her pussy moistening all the more. Janet couldn't understand why, but for as long as she could remember, she absolutely loved the smell of the confines of her footwear, especially close fitting leather boots which trapped her feet so closely and caused the catalyst of the ecstatic scent.
As she lay prostrate on the bed, she pulled the gorgeous looking boot up onto her foot and leg, lacing it up her calf with her nimble leather hands until it was fully wrapped. She quickly repeated the process on her remaining leg and now was ready to finish off what she had started earlier on the couch. The tight leather boots made her feel so sexually aroused, the way the soft leather moulded around her legs, her feet bent and arched so high, and admiring the lethal looking spike heels glistening against the reflection of the bedroom lighting. Her leathered hands and arms glided up and down the length of her booted legs while her cunt was aching for relief.
Arising from the bed she teetered over in front of the built-in wardrobe full-length mirror. She gasped as she saw her reflection greeting her with wanton lust. With narcissistic pleasure, her hands as if possessed outside of her body felt and caressed herself down to her cunt and with a frenzy started to probe her pussy, her fingers moving in and out, circling her clitoris, squeezing, kneading and rubbing. As much as the temptation for her was to close her eyes, her gaze remained fixed on her reflection as if outside of her own body, cloned, her perfect twin making love to every inch of her sexually charged beautiful, lithe body. Mewing with pleasure as she viewed herself, her wonderful orgasm finally crescendoed into the most marvelous feeling of bliss as her fingers slowed their tempo against her pussy.
With her body spent, she collapsed onto the bed while cupping her face in her cunt scented leather hands, breathing in the rich aroma deeply and drifted off to a wonderfully sex charged light slumber...
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