First Leather Experience

Ever since I was a young boy I always loved the feel and look of leather, the suppleness and shiny effect it had, especially black leather. I never really understood it when I was a child and consequently began to worry that I was somehow strange or perverted. It aroused me and was my first introduction to sexual organ use.

Fortunately for me, I had a close relationship with my auntie who was very open-minded and frank. I called her my auntie but she was actually a family friend of my mother, she became a confident when I didnt get on with my brothers or something and she generally helped us get through childhood things as a friend rather than an adult. On one occasion when I was an older teenager (16yrs), she was staying over and we were in a conversation about girlfriends I have or have had at school etc. I hesitated but wanted to get some explanation for my little 'kink' and so wanted to explain the love of leather I have. She sensed I wanted to get something off my chest and pursued it. I did 'spill the beans' and divulged all, revealing more and more of my inner thoughts the more I went on, gaining in confidence. The conversation became a confessional.

She was so cool; she explained how many men and women have such fantasies and likes. She explained that there was nothing wrong and there was nothing to worry about. It was like a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders, like being diagnosed as free of a disease. We had a giggle about and nothing more was said. She was a great friend as well as auntie. To really cap it all, I came back home one night, a couple of months later and mum said there's a "birthday present on the table from your auntie Jean". I opened the large plastic bag to reveal a jet-black, shiny, supple, black leather bomber jacket. I tried it on and even my mum said it looked fantastic. It was a great fit and its smell and feel got me quite aroused – I virtually lived in it thereafter.

I called Jean to thank her that night and she giggled in appreciation, saying that when she saw it, she knew I would love it. She was pleased for me and invited me around at the weekend so she could get a 'viewing' from the birthday boy. I got to her house early evening as arranged but it took ages for auntie Jean to answer the door. I was about to go when the door opened. As the door slowly opened I was absolutely amazed at the sight before me. Jean stood there fully clad in the loveliest, shiny, close fitting black leather, from head to toe. She smiled and said "I told you it was normal to like leather and there was nothing to worry about, by the way your leather jacket looks fabulous".

She wore a slinky black leather jacket, being the early 1980's it had the obligatory shoulder pad effect but clung to her figure nicely.. She was about 5'6" and although not overweight, she was not skinny either. The leather outfit never-the-less looked fantastic on her. She has a mid-thigh length black leather skirt which clung to her legs as she stood feet slightly apart. Her legs weren't bad and were very much made the most of by her wearing a pair of knee length, black leather stiletto boots. She had even had a tight fitting pair of silky, shiny, black leather gloves on – wow she was a picture.

We hugged hello as usual, but this time it was a breath-taking experience. Our leathers against each other were making creaking noises and the pungent leather smell was fantastic. It dawned on me that all her leathers must have been absolutely brand new. She closed the door and offered me a cup of tea as she walked into the kitchen. Following her into the kitchen I couldn't help but stare at her leather-clad body and watch how the leather clung to her form and reacted to every movement of her body. She got to the fridge for the milk and as she bent over to get the milk, the leather of her skirt clung tighter still around her now shiny, leather-clad ass. The short, stretched leather skirt could not hide the silhouette of her suspenders, which gave the game away she must have been wearing stocking - but fishnets are so sexy, i couldn't believe it. The silhouette gently pressed through the leather. I was really surprised and had never looked at my mums freind in this before.

We spent the first hour or so in general conversation before I had the bravery to ask to feel her leathers. "Sure" was her immediate response. Sat next to her, I stroked the leather of her skirt down the thigh and became mesmerised at the buttery soft leather of her suit as a whole. She gave me a little kiss on the cheek and put an arm around me. "You are a very sexy, young man", she told me "I am pleased you don't feel bad about the leather thing, too". after a pause she continued "However, sometimes it's useful to get a helping hand in life's lessons, I think I'd be able to contribute to yours for you, too". With that she gently kissed my mouth with her lips slightly opened, before long we were creaking and squeaking against each other in our leatherwear, whilst French kissing.

This was sexy yet bizarre. My own mum's elder freind at 43 years old, was leathered up and ravaging me, her 17yr old protege. My cock was rigid and stood up inside my jeans like a flagpole. It was slightly uncomfortable given that we were sat on the sofa. The sight of her leather skirt riding up her thigh to reveal the top of her stocking had me instinctively slip my hand under the hem of her skirt and stroke her inner thigh. She grabbed my hand quite hard with her own, leather-gloved hand and thrust my hand right up in-between her legs. Her pussy juice immediately drenched my fingers; I was so shocked as this was my 'auntie' Jean, after all. No knickers under her leather skirt. I couldn't help myself and slipped her a finger or two whilst continuing to French kiss her sexy mouth. She moaned out loud and melted into my leathery arms. Her free, leathered hand gently rubbed my cock through my jeans.

Out tongues were literally lashing each others mouths in a frenzy and I recall it being fantastic, frightening and daunting all at once. We spent a long time doing this and enjoying the leather experience. Later on she unleashed my rigid tool and went right down on me sucking it for all she was worth. It was bizarre, I couldn't imagine this comparatively 'old' lady doin this but it was amazing, watching her tight leathers react as she 'did me'. Before long she was on her knees on the lounge, fur rug asking me to heal her aching. I knelt behind her and lodged my tool under the leather hem of her skirt and slid it up against her pussy lips. It was weird to hear my mums freind moan out loud as I fucked myself up her, gently increasing the frequency until I was slamming myself into her like mad. We swapped positions and enjoyed each others leather for the rest of the night. On occasion I continued this arrangement for about a year until I eventually joined the Army and about a year later heard she had moved to spain with someone she had met.

A weird but amazing introduction to leathersex. On occasion, I get embarrassed to look back at it but equally, I sometimes get v horny. It certainly explain a lot of why I am like I am!!