......."I need another cigarette!" - I almost ran out the door. I wanted her like nothing on earth, but this was too much to take in at once, not only was she beautiful, available (for one night at least), good company and wearing practically the perfect leather outfit, but she seemed to like me and be up for something - I wasn't quite sure what.
"Do you have a spare one of those?" - she gestured at my lit cigarette.
"Yeah...sure...sorry, I didn't realise you smoked"
"I guess I'm what you call a social smoker - only when I'm out drinking", she moved closer and whispered "and after sex"
I laughed, then tried to assure her it was out of surprise rather than belittling her.
"That's not a bad policy, if I only smoked after sex I might as well give up - do these things have a sell by date?"
It was her turn to laugh now - "Maybe, perhaps we'd better make sure we finish them - one way or another"
All this smalltalk was making me really horny, I decided to try my luck.
I flicked my butt on the floor and put my hand on her leathered ass - God it felt good!
She turned in to me and blew her last puff just past my lips, then stroked my face slowly with her gloved hand.
I pulled her closer, she must have felt my now erect cock through my jeans.
"Hello, looks like something's come between us" - she rubbed the bulge through my jeans.
I put both trembling hands on her ass, pulled her in to me and kissed her luscious lips.
Now things were going well, but what she did next almost took my breathe away.
She thrust her tongue into my mouth and started the most enthusiastic, erotic, almost desperate French kiss, at the same time fondling my cock in her gloved hands, first through my jeans, then unzipping them and through my boxers.
Eventually she withdrew her tongue, but kept her hand where it was - "I want you - and I think you seem ok with the idea. That cock of yours certainly needs attending to"
"I think we could do something that satisfies what we both want - don't you?"
"Absolutely Mr Christian, how about you buy me one for the road then we'll fuck the rest of the night away?"
"I can think of worse plans!"

We went back in and re-took our seats at the bar - "Two more vodka and cokes - large one's please"
"Large one's eh - are you spoiling me or just keeping me waiting?"
"Both - I'll buy you as many drinks as you like, but the best part of flirting is the anticipation, I've got all sorts of ideas running through my head and I like them a lot"
"What are you imagining?" - she was intrigued and turned on I could tell
"Guess"
"You tease!"
"Ok - what do you hope I'm imagining?"
For the first time all night it seemed, I had her feeling slightly embarassed, I didn't want her to feel that way but wanted to know if her ideas were anything like mine. I suspected not, but finding out may be fun.

After what seemed an age, an age in which I couldn't help thinking about fucking the hell out of her in exactly what she was wearing now, she replied.
"Right here goes" - she put her still gloved hand back on my thigh and lowered her voice "this may not be what you were thinking at all, but I'm reading between the lines a little and hoping it'll be what we both want"
"Try me - I'm pretty open minded"
"I thought so" - she paused again, as if what she was about to say was so weird or outlandish I'd run away!
"I want you to make love to me in my leather clothes, over and over again, is that weird?"
"WEIRD! - It's fucking incredible!" - I realised how loud I'd said it - several guys at the bar looked over at us.
"Sorry, I wasn't meant to be that blatant. That WAS my idea. The one I've imagined since I first saw you in your coat and gloves. You're stunning - I'd make love to you in an old bin liner - but in leather - Jesus!"
She blushed - "Really?"
"Yes really. Are you sure - you're not saying that 'cos that's what you think I want?"
"Well I hoped you would, but I've had this thing for wearing leather for a long time - I think I told you earlier it makes me feel better about myself. I guess I've got a reasonable figure and a lot of guys seem to like it, I certainly get more attention when I'm wearing it - apart from Craig that is - he thinks I look like a hooker or some kind of dominatrix. Is that what you think? Do I look slutty or do you like the dominatrix thing?" - she looked crestfallen.
"God Lisa no, you look classy as hell - you are classy as hell. I'm not into doms or bondage or anything like that, I just like the look and feel of leather, and I've never seen anyone wear it as well as you - you're beautiful"
"You're sweet"
"I don't wanna be sweet, I'm telling you the truth - do we need another drink?"
She was reassured "Yes please, I'm gonna make it up to you - buying the drinks all night I mean"
"You don't have to make up for anything - if the world ended now I'd die happy!"
"You're funny. But I will make it up to you, and you're gonna enjoy how!"

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