Leather Story: A New Flatmate

This is an old story and shows up many themes that have appeared in a number of my stories. I often re-use the same name, and as you can see here, Helen, Karyn and Nikki are ones that have often featured. Also the whole issue around moving into a new house or flat and what you uncover when you move in there, is a common theme of mine, I suppose, of a lot of writers. This is a quick story about a woman coming to wear leather as a result of such circumstances, and again, as with a number of the leather stories, the sexual element is implied rather than seen explicitly.

A New Flatmate

Helen pressed the doorbell. A few moments later the door was opened by a young woman about Helen’s age. However, in contrast to the plain blouse and skirt Helen wore, she was clad in shiny black leather. She wore a cropped leather top that showed her nipples erect in the leather and left her midriff naked, so that Helen could see the ring in her navel. Her legs were coated in tight shiny leather jeans covering smooth, matching leather boots. Her hair was short and blonde. She wore three silver rings in each ear and a stud in her nose.

“Karyn?” Helen asked.

“Yes, we spoke on the ‘phone, you’ve come about the room.” Karyn said warmly.

“Yes.” Helen said.

“Come in.”

Helen followed, her attention focussed on Karyn’s bum, swaying sexily in the smooth leather, which creaked gently with every step. The jeans clung to Karyn like a second smooth skin. Helen realised they had no pockets so as Karyn walked in front of her she was presented with the smooth hemisphere of Karyn’s leathered backside. Helen found it difficult to concentrate as she was shown around. It was a clean and modernly furnished flat. Her prospective bedroom was nice, but bare.

“This is my room.” Karyn said at last. Opening the door into a large plush room, dominated by a circular bed covered with silk sheets and a large mirrored wardrobe. “We are usually very informal here, the last woman who had your room, Lucy, her, and I were always swapping clothes.” She slid back the door of the wardrobe to show a wide range of exotic clothes, many in leather, others in PVC, even a rubber catsuit, plus a variety of pairs of boots.

Helen flushed, she could hardly imagine herself borrowing any of those clothes. Karyn slid the door shut.

“So what do you think?” Karyn said eagerly.

“Fine.” Helen stuttered, looking away from Karyn awkwardly.

“Shall we have a coffee, and discuss the details?”

“Erh, yes.” Helen replied, not really knowing what to say. She was trying to cope with the idea that she could be living in this house with a woman so exciting and sexy.

Helen walked back down into the living room, whilst Karyn went into the kitchen. She looked around the plushly decorated lounge and reclined on the blue leather sofa. There was an expensive hi-fi and television built into matching metal blue units. Smart lamps and a carpet also adorned the room. Soon Karyn returned with the coffees and sat down opposite Helen.

Helen sipped her coffee nervously, she could not keep her eyes off Karyn, they kept running up and down her body, from her boots, the length of her shiny leathered legs to her naked waist and then her shiny breasts. She could not help looking at how the leather caressed her naked body, coating it in a second smooth, shiny skin.

Suddenly Karyn sat forward her eyes fixed on Helen’s, but her look was enthusiastic, not annoyed, it was challenging but in an encouraging not offended way.

“You’re fascinated, aren’t you? Not just a little curious, you can’t look away. This is different to passing someone like me on the street, you are having to face up to sitting so close to someone who is so blatant, so honest about what she is, admitting loads of things that you could not even consider yourself. You’re too frightened to admit your own feelings. Somewhere, deep hidden in the depths of your dreams, your fantasies, lies an urge to let yourself go, to dress yourself how you really want, sexily, to admit what you really want.” She deliberately ran her hands slowly across her leathered thighs, then her naked flesh and erect breasts, to emphasise her points.

Helen was blushing ferociously. She was sweating, her mouth was dry, her heart beating violently. She put the cup down on the table, her hands shaking.

Karyn stood up slowly, smoothing the leather across her thighs provocatively. She walked across to Helen who was frozen to the spot.

“You want to live here more than you could ever say. I agree on one condition - that I make you what your dreams are burning for you to be.”

Karyn took Helen’s unresisting hand and pulled her up. She led her gently into her bedroom. Casually Karyn unbuttoned Helen’s blouse and discarded it. Then she bent to remove Helen’s shoes, her shiny bum thrust upwards as she did. Helen was almost panting as she felt her skirt and then her tights pulled down. Karyn rested her leathered body against her as she removed Helen’s bra, and then lightly kissed both of her bare nipples in turn. Helen could not conceal her body’s reaction. Both her breasts were hard, and her sex loose and hungry.

Karyn walked to the wardrobe and collected a leather top, trousers and boots like she wore. Helen was shuddering with anticipation as she came back to her. She expected Karyn to dress her. Instead she laid the clothes on the bed.

“Dress.” She said.

Helen hesitated. Then slowly picked up the top. She could not believe what was happening. Slowly she wrapped the smooth leather across her breasts, and then zipped it up the back. She could not believe the sensation. She could not stop herself reaching for the trousers. Slowly she slipped in one leg and then the other and pulled the trousers up so that her bum was coated in shiny leather. She buttoned the fly and buckled the belt, sealing herself into the leather. Finally she reached for the boots, the leather of her trousers and top creaking as she did. She pulled on one and then the other and buckled them up. She rose on the heels and noticed they were sharper than Karyn’s, stilettos, more feminine.

Helen walked across to the mirror and stood with her hands on her hips, not believing what she was seeing. Her body felt relaxed but aroused, she loved the sensation of the leather coating her body and the whispering sound it made as she moved. Like this she felt she was a different person, that she had shed all the concerns of her previous existence. Then she felt Karyn’s fingers brush against the smooth leather which coated her bum and she gasped with the sensation. Karyn walked up behind her and wrapped her hands around Helen’s waist. She began gently swaying from side to side taking Helen with her. Helen was powerless to stop herself, soon she was swaying and bending as Karyn did, her body warm and pressed close to her. Their leathers stroked across each other. Helen could see Karyn’s face visible beside hers in the mirror. Soon she was drifting away, her movements, her arms, her body thrusting and stroking as Karyn’s did.

“Ahh, Nikki.” Karyn whispered in her ear.

“My name’s Helen.” She replied lazily.

“No, Helen was the woman outside, you’re Nikki, you can’t stop the change.”

Karyn turned her around suddenly and smothered her lips with her own. Helen struggled to pull away but the feeling was too pleasurable, the pair of them swayed and stroked against each others’ bodies as Karyn’s tongue probed deep into Helen’s mouth and her fingers caressed her hardening breasts. As Karyn’s hands stroked her leathered bum, Helen realised how she was dressed that it was not a dream, not someone else, but herself. Helen felt herself yielding, wanting to arouse and please this woman. She turned from simply yielding to actively making love to Karyn, to prolong the sensation. As she let Karyn’s tongue deep into her mouth Helen knew that the next time she stepped out of this flat it would be as the leather coated lover she was now.