I swallowed hard again before answering; "Of course...........have a seat.............vodka and coke?"
"Yes please..........thankyou"
"Make it a large one can you"
She pulled up the barstool next to me and when the drink arrived she drank needily,
"Looks like you needed that, drink up I'll get you another"
"Thankyou, you're very kind, but I shouldn't take advantage"
"Think nothing of it, I guess I'm in a similar frame of mind to you at the moment, the least I can do is buy you a few drinks to numb the anger a little, I'm Christian by the way"
I held out my hand, and she took it in her still gloved hand, "Nice to meet you Christian, I'm Lisa"
I didn't want to let go of the soft, smooth leathered limb, but knew not to make her uncomfortable.
We spent quite a while exchanging the tales of how we'd ended up in that bar together drowning our sorrows.
It turns out she'd met up with her now boyfriend Craig about 8 years ago, he used to hang about with her younger brother back then. She was on the rebound and came home drunk one night, to find her brother and his mates having a drunken party. Initially she tried to break up the party, but with her parents away for a long weekend, decided 'What the hell'. Craig was the wideboy of the group, and appealed to Lisa amongst her brother's mostly immature friends. One thing led to another, and after that first drunken night together they'd started going out.
Originally it had been lust, but as time went on it had become more of a habit, Craig was brash, arrogant, chauvinistic and cruel, but Lisa was in with a bad crowd, and with Craig being the leader, it wasn't easy to get out.
"You must be older than him then?"
"Eleven years, pretty pathetic Huh?"
"Not really, everyone fancies a younger lover I guess. Sounds like the 'lover' bit has worn off though"
"You could say that, he's too pissed or wasted most of the time"
"Why are you still with him then?"
"Craig's not an easy guy to drop, he's possessive and manipulative and he knows a lot of nasty people"
"I see, I'm on dangerous ground then, buying you drinks I mean"
"Not tonight, he's gone with his moronic mates to some drug and booze heavy gig at someone's house in the city. I doubt he'll be back for days"
"Doesn't he care where you are or who you're with?"
She laughed "Craig........care? Shit, you don't know Craig, 'care' is not in his vocabulary"

So I had the picture.
What was I doing though? I'd come in for one drink, that was hours ago. Now I was buying drinks for a girl I hardly knew, discussing our love lifes, or lack of them.
"Fuck, look at the time.......11.30........I only came in for one drink, excuse me a moment"
I rang my girlfriend.
I wasn't sure what I was going to say, but needn't have worried, her phone was off.
I stepped outside and lit a cigarette.
Making decisions after six pints doesn't usually lead to any kind of rationality, but the way I saw it I was at a loose end and my girlfriend wasn't speaking to me. I'd had to much drink to contemplate driving, and in that bar was a woman dressed in leather who I was chatting with as if we'd known each other for years and whose boyfriend was out of town - decision made!
I went back in and noticed there were actually quite a few people around considering the time of night. I asked the barmaid "What time do you kick out?"
"Whenever the last one falls over usually, you're ok for a few hours yet"
I went back over to Lisa "I fancy making a night of it, it's my day off tomorrow and the girl says they serve till you go home or fall over......fancy joining me at the bottom of a bottle?"
"You know what Christian, I do. Fuck it, let's drink!"
I ordered two more large vodka and cokes, I was full up with beer and needed something stronger.
It must have been the alcohol, but I surprised myself by saying, straight out "How come you've still got you're coat and gloves on.........are you cold?"
The truth was I didn't want her to take her leather off at all, but it did seem strange that she'd been sat drinking indoors for 2 or 3 hours and still had them on.
"This sounds pathetic too" she started "But I feel more in control, more self assured when I'm wearing leather. It's a bit like a shield, you know, the dominant woman thing. It's all a facade though, I'm not strong or dominant at all, in fact quite the opposite. I'll take them off"
"No don't" it sounded like a plea. I tried to reassure her "If it makes you feel better about yourself, go with it, anyway I like it, you look good."
"You think so? Are you making me feel better or does it suit me?"
"You're beautiful anyway, but leather makes you look even better" I was scaring myself now, I'd never complimented a woman on her leather attire before, not wanting her to think I was some sort of perv, but she needed bigging up and I meant it, she really did look hot!
"You into leather then Christian?" she looked at me inquisitively. Suddenly this wasn't meaningless small talk, she'd touched a nerve and knew it. She raised her eyebrows slightly "Well?"
I didn't know what to say. Most girls think you're seedy if you admit to a fetish for anything and I didn't want to blow everything, but there was just a chance that she was into leather aswell, or at least amenable to the idea.
I blushed.
That was all the answer she needed.
She got off her stool and came right over to me, my heart was pumping, I could smell the perfume on her neck, she put her gloved hand on my leg and lent over and whispered in my ear "Good!"

Jesus! What did that mean? The thoughts were whizzing through my head, I wanted to caress her leathered body, feel her leather hands on me, kiss her, pleasure her, fuck her senseless!

To be continued............................