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The afternoon reception was quite an event following the wedding of one of my very rich classmates to his even wealthier fiancé.
The exclusive equestrian club hosting it was deep in the heart of New Jersey’s most beautiful horse country. Guests were dressed
in their finest. Men in smart tuxedo’s, and women adorned in gowns of various lengths and styles as well as large fancy hats and long
gloves. I looked like everyone else in my tux, but I was far from being one of them. Born and raised in a small Midwest town in Ohio,
all of these trappings were way over the top for me. There were other college classmates there, but I hardly knew them. They were
much closer to Pete than I ever was. In fact, I was quite surprised when I got an invitation to the wedding. But, I thought, why not?
The expensive champagne was starting to go through me. A sudden need to pee forced me inside the club to look for the men’s room.
I had no idea where it was and roamed all over the first floor looking for it. I finally found one at the far end of the club.
It must have been the most remote one in the place. As I entered, I was surprised at how empty it was. I guess the others had a
stronger tolerance for the bubbly than I did or no one could wait long enough to get to this one so far away. As I stood relieving
myself, I could hear a soft moaning coming from around the corner where all the sinks were located. I thought someone must have had too much to drink already and was getting sick. As I turned and zipped up my trousers, the moaning grew loader and almost desperate sounding. Walking around the corner, I came face to face with a most incredible scene. A handsome older man dressed in a white tuxedo was leaning with his side against the wall. Squatting down in front of him was an incredibly beautiful blonde woman in a thigh length, black leather dress, towering black heels, and a pair of exquisite black leather gloves that extended high above her elbows. A large veiled hat sat on the floor behind her. I stood stunned, watching this gorgeous woman holding a freshly lit cigarette between her lips as she slipped her gloved hand into the man’s trousers to pull out his erect cock. It was clearly a struggle, but she obviously knew what she was doing. Setting his impressive 11 inches free, the woman dragged hard on her cigarette and held it in one gloved hand as she began stroking him slowly with the other. She let the full stream of her exhaled smoke flow over the head of his cock as she brought it to her mouth. The woman’s rich full lips covered in deep red lipstick slid over the man’s cock easily. She worked it vigorously with her tongue while pumping it slowly with her gloved hand. Then sliding it out of her mouth, she allowing a long strand of pre-cum to drip down onto the front of her leather dress. Squeezing hard with her hand, she forced more of the pre-cum out over the fingers of her hand while she leisurely dragged again on her cigarette. As she leaned forward to take the cock into her mouth again, the woman spread her legs wide forcing the tight leather of her beautiful dress to the top of her thighs. The bare flesh above her sheer black stockings came fully into view, as did her sheer lacy panties. Pressing in, the woman sucked long and hard on the cock as she slowly took all of it into her mouth and down her throat. In one gliding stroke, her lips pressed into her gloved fingers circling the base. Then pulling back equally slow, her richly covered lips left streaks of red lipstick along the full length of the man’s pulsing cock. He was no match for her. I could see him beginning to buck as his moans increased. She had only taken him in fully once, and he was already about to finish. Grabbing the back of the woman’s head, the man exploded into her mouth as her gloved hand pumped him hard. Though he was not one of much staying power, he certainly carried quite a load. He easily filled her mouth and more. Pearly white cum seeped steadily from the sides of the woman’s mouth and down over her chin onto her large tits covered in shiny leather. But she kept sucking hard with her mouth and pumping slowly with her hand. And he kept cumming for what seemed forever. Soon, long steams of white flowed down both the lengths of her gloved arm and the front of her leather dress. Then removing his cock from her mouth, the woman took an exceptionally long drag on her cigarette and inhaled deeply while she squeezed the last of his cum allowing it to flow over her gloved fingers and onto her very expensive leather dress. The gentleman was totally spent. Within seconds, he was totally limp making him useless to her as her arousal had just begun. She continued to use her hand on him for a while as she smoked, but he could not respond. "Men!" she thought. "Well dear, I guess you are all done aren’t you," she said with a bit of sarcasm in her voice. "Yes, I guess I am" he responded putting his shrivelled member back in his pants. As he walked over to the sink to wash up, the woman sat up on the large countertop and opened her incredibly long legs wide. Then reaching into her small purse, she took out another long white filtered cigarette and lit it. I could see a large wet spot in her white panties. As she blew out a long stream of smoke from her lips, she finally saw me. "It looks like we had an audience," the woman said casually dragging on her cigarette. "Enjoy yourself?" she asked looking in my direction and exhaling the smoke at me. The man finished washing with equal casualness. Then giving her a kiss on the cheek, he left. "What a jerk," I thought to myself as I stood watching and very aroused. "I don’t have to ask if you are glad to see me," the woman said jokingly. "I can see that you are, she added with her dazzling eyes staring directly at my bulging crotch. "Well, you can see that I am ready too," she added further while dragging on her cigarette and allowing fingers of her other gloved hand to gently press into the wet spot of her panties. "Don Juan, there, has left me all worked up. Maybe you can finish what he started and couldn’t." While she continued to enjoy her cigarette, the ravishing blonde woman pulled her panties to one side revealing the sopping wet lips of her pussy. Gently rubbing them with her gloved fingers covered with cum, she gently worked them deep inside her. The sight was incredible. "Come here," she said softly. "I need that hard cock of yours." As I walked to her, she put her cigarette out in an ashtray sitting on the counter. To my surprise, she went right into her purse, got out a fresh one and lit it. Looking at her from the waist up, she appeared like the most elegant diva one could imagine, posing with her cigarette held in a gloved hand close to her face, while just below her waist, her other gloved hand ravaged her eager cunt. When I reached her, the woman placed the cigarette between her lips and used her free hand to unzip my trousers and slide inside to grasp my cock. The feel of the warm, soft leather was incredible. I thought I would explode right there in my pants, but I didn’t. I had never been so aroused in my life. When she finally got my cock out, I was surprised myself to see how large she had been able to make it. "I am going to jerk you off onto my pussy while I finger myself until I cum," she said with the cigarette dangling from her lips. "Then you are going to fuck me in the ass while I piss all over the front of my leather dress and down my legs," she added. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing as this woman continued stroking me slowly. The sexual things she said were things I hadn’t even dreamed of. The more she talked, the more excited I got. The harder I got, the faster she stroked the length of my cock and the deeper she drove the fingers of her gloved hand into her pussy. When I look down, I could see her fingers slide fully into her as well as the slick coating over them when she brought them back. The woman wrapped her long legs around my waist and begin gyrating her hips. Seeing her orgasm beginning was more than I could resist. Just as the woman threw her head back and exhaled a large plume of smoke from her lips, my own cum began spewing all over her - shooting onto her black leather dress, her pussy and the back of her gloved hand. My orgasm only served to intensify hers. I watched her cum flow steadily from her finger filled pussy down over her hand and onto her dress. The sight kept me excited. My continued arousal pleased the woman greatly. She leaned forward and took the cigarette from her mouth after a long drag. "Mmmm, now that is just what I wanted," she said gazing at my softening cock. Sliding down from the counter, the gorgeous blonde squatted down and took my cock in her gloved hand while she continued smoking her cigarette held in the other. Stroking it slowly, she allowed the cum covering it to work into the soft leather covering her hand. Without hesitating, the woman took my cock into her gorgeous mouth and began suck the head hard while she stroked its shaft with her hand. She used other gloved hand holding her cigarette to rest against my thigh and steady her. The feeling was wonderful, as was the sight of her spread legs beneath me that showed her pussy dripping her own cum onto the floor. It took very little effort of her mouth and hand to have me fully erect again. Satisfied that I was not to let her down as my predecessor did, she stood up and turned to the mirror. Then using her gloved hands, she slid the back of her leather dress up over the firm rounded cheeks of her buttocks. I stood and watched her in the mirror as she got out her lipstick and freshened the covering on her lips. Then she got out a fresh cigarette and lit it with long deep drags blowing the smoke out and up into the mirror. Then reaching behind, she took hold of my cock and pulled me in close. "I want your cock up my ass," she said with excitement and another long drag on her cigarette. And with that said, she put the cigarette between her lips, leaned over the counter, and reached back with both hands to pull the cheeks of her butt apart. Her pert little asshole was already drenched with her cum, so it was easily for me to slide myself into her. As she allowed her muscles to relax, I was able to penetrate deep until I was fully inside. The hot, tight feeling was incredible. It must have been equally nice for her as she began moaning while taking long drags on her cigarette. She was obviously experience in this form of sex knowing how to squeeze her muscles when I slid back and relax them when I slid forward. And she was not kidding about what she said she would do. As I pleased her butt from the rear, she released a strong steady flow of pee over the front of her dress. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. But it must have very exciting to her. With her pee still pouring from her, she reached down with her gloved hand and pressed the front of her leather dress into her. Within seconds, both her dress and her glove were soaked. It was more than I could bear. As I pulled out from her ready to cum, the woman turned around and wrapped her leather dress around my cock. With both hands around the base
of my cock, she started to wank me once again. The smoke from her cigarette held between two gloved fingers of one hand drifted lazily upward as my cum issued forth slowly between the dampness of the leather. It is a wonder that I had any left after the first orgasm, but there was more than enough cum to cover the front of her dress. The woman forced the flow of cum over her gloved fingers and down onto her legs. Taking one hand from my cock, she ran it over my cum dripping onto her thigh and then slid the fingers into her pussy. With my cock driven deep into the folds of her leather dress, she began moaning as her gloved fingers brought her to another wonderful orgasm. Standing quickly, the woman slid back onto the counter and pulled me down in front of her. With the skirt of her short leather dress hiked up, she made herself open to me. Still oozing cum of her own, she was not done. Dragging again on
her cigarette held in one hand, she pressed my face into her sopping pussy with the other. As I sucked her pulsing lips and stroked her clit with my tongue, she gently ran her hand over my hair. It was a nice feeling. As I served her pussy with my mouth, I watched her as she smoked her cigarette and caressed her breasts through the soft wet leather of her dress. As I pleased her, a whole range of erotic aromas came from her. The smell of the expensive leather of her gloves blended with her strong perfume and cigarette smoke as well as the pungent smell of the pee soaking the front of her leather dress and the feminine cum covering her thighs. While I continued work between her legs, the woman placed the cigarette between her lips and unzipped the back of her dress to release her full firm breasts. They were gorgeous. Taking the cigarette from her mouth after a long drag, she used the gloved fingers of both her hands to fondle her breasts and work their nipples. She obviously enjoy the sensation of the damp leather massaging her nipples and the warm cigarette smoke drifting over her breasts. She closed her eyes and allowed her head to rest back against the mirror. I could feel the rush of her cum flowing into my mouth. It tasted wonderful. As it flowed, I slid my tongue deep inside her and engulfed the lips of her soaked pussy with my mouth. Then I remained still, just letting the warm wetness of my mouth soothe her until she finished. She again moaned deeply and seemed to go all limp. Bringing the cigarette to her lips with her gloved fingers, she dragged hard and long as she finished her orgasm and inhaled the smoke deep into her lungs. She was finally satisfied. "You are quite an amazing young man," she said finally as she pulled me up and slid from the counter. Then taking a long drag on her cigarette, she pulled my mouth onto hers and kissed me deeply while exhaling the smoke right into it. As she did, she straddled one of my legs and pressed herself against my thigh. I could feel the dampness of her leather dress and her hot pussy seep into the material of my pants. It was a strange sensation. After a long protracted kiss, the woman broke away and began putting herself back together. In truth, her leather clothes were a mess. As I zipped up the back of her dress for her, I could see the top front of it was still streaked with cum as were her long leather gloves. And, of course, the front skirt portion of the dress was still very wet - soaked with her pee. As she pulled the hem up to adjust her panties, I could see they were equally wet and stained with both male and female cum. But she seemed to enjoy the sight and just rubbed a gloved hand over the front of her leather dress, spreading sticky spunk to the dry areas of shiny leather. The only thing not messed by the encounter was her gorgeous blonde hair done up in a wonderful French twist. I put myself together as I watched her fix her make-up - powdering her face, putting on fresh lipstick, and freshening the dark eyeshadow highlighting her icy blue eyes. Then reaching down, she grabbed up her large veiled hat and put it on. Yes, she was stunning. After lighting yet another cigarette, she stood posing with it taking occassional drags and holding it in one or the other of her gloved hands. I could see then that even the top portions of
her exquisite opera length kid gloves were streaked with cum. She seemed to like what she saw in the mirror. It was quite amazing to me. The sight of this gorgeous woman, whose expensive beautiful leather clothes were now covered with sex, was one I would remember for a long time. I saw the woman later during the reception. I was not surprised that she had changed her dress. But she still wore the same leather gloves, streaks and all. With the veil up on her large black hat, she looked wonderful posing with and smoking her cigarette held in one hand. She only came up to me once afterwards. She gave me a nice warm smile as she reached down to give my crotch a gentle squeeze with her gloved hand. I later learned that the woman was my friend’s aunt who had just come back from Europe to attend the wedding. I never saw this femme fatale again in real life but did see her in many wonderful dreams long after. It has been over thirty years, now, and as you can see, I haven’t forgotten anything about her. But then, who could?