Leather Story: New Leathers, New Lovers

This story was very much inspired by people and events that I witnessed while living in London in the late 1990s/early 2000s. The character of Jenny came from a woman I met in a pub in East London who was doing a degree in her late 20s. The leatherwear shop was inspired by those that you found in large numbers along Oxford Street and Carnaby Street back in those days, most of which have gone now. The bar was inspired by places around Soho Square. Ironically the character I named Mac turns over to be very similar to the doctor of that name in the series 'Green Wing' who also rode a motorbike.


New Leathers, New Lovers


“Jenny, it’s over.” Paul said, now sounding irritated.

“What? Where did this come from?”

“You must have noticed things between us have changed.”

Jenny shook her head indignantly.

“That’s the problem you see nothing beyond your own concerns. You don’t see what I need.”

“What do you need? We have good times.”

“What do you mean? We hardly talk, you’re always typing away on that computer every chance you get. We’re not close any more.”

“What’s this about? Sex?”

Paul hesitated. “To some extent, yes.”

Jenny looked away, gazing carelessly at a magazine on the table. She did not know what to say.

“When we first met you looked good, you dressed sexily, you had an energy. Now that’s gone.”

“Things are tiring, life is tiring, work...”

“Yes, the job, the course, the novel. Am I fourth or fifth on that list? Look what it has done to you. Have you looked in the mirror recently? Look at what you’re wearing.”

Jenny looked down at herself. From the rather battered slippers passed the long loose brown skirt to the baggy sweater she had had for years. They were comfortable, they were what she wore.

“It is a Saturday night and you look ready to slump down with a cup of cocoa.”

Jenny looked over at Paul. He did look ready to go out to a night club, a trendy short sleeved shirt, the shiny dark grey trousers, the chunky shoes, his hair combed up. She was the younger of the two by a couple of years, but even she had to admit it did look like an aunt and her nephew arguing.

“I’m going out. There’s nothing more to say now. We’ll talk more tomorrow.” Paul walked into the hall and picked up the new long leather jacket he had bought. He glanced back at Jenny as if her some chance.

“There’s someone else isn’t there?” Jenny snapped at him. His changed manner, the new jacket had told her.

Paul glanced back but said nothing. He went out through the front door. The fact he did not slam it irritated Jenny, as if he was no longer interested in wasting his anger on her.


Jenny was beginning to wonder why she had come into town. Part of her thought it was better than sitting at home wallowing in self-pity or getting too drunk. Part of her knew it was because she wanted to see who Paul was with. If he was with John or Andy or any of the other mates he had, she could go home happy. She walked through the shopping centre gazing from the gloomy street lit by orange lights into the brightly lit pubs and bars. They were busy but she was certain she would be able to see him. She heard the sound of girls giggling behind her. She stepped aside imagining them to be teenagers. The group of four walked passed her, dressed in bright foil dresses and long boots. As they did she could see they were not teenagers, they were her age, late twenties. Among them she saw Karen who Jenny knew from the college and she must be five years older than that. She watched them as they hurried up the street laughing and joking, throwing out saucy comments to a group of lads on the other side of the road. They were having fun, they were enjoying their bodies, not trying to be stick-thin supermodels, but proud in what they had.

Jenny stopped in front of a bar, one she and Paul had used to go to. The interior had been changed, but as she looked in she still recognised a couple of the staff behind the bar. Then she saw him. A feeling ran through Jenny as if she had been punched in the stomach. Paul was there with Andy and Gill, his girlfriend. He was standing holding a bottle of beer in one hand, laughing. It was only as she looked harder that she saw Paul’s arm was wrapped around a woman. Jenny pressed closer to the window taking in all the details. She had expected some blonde bimbo ten years younger than herself but this woman was her own age. Her hair was a very dark brown, stretching beyond her shoulders. Not too different to Jenny’s, but it looked fine and smooth, well tended not a mass of knots like her own generally was after a night of re-working the latest chapter. Her face was made up, not tarty but sophisticated. She probably looked as blotchy as Jenny in the mornings, but this was not a cold morning, it was an evening out and her look fitted.

The woman wore a tight silk blouse. Her breasts were average but were enhanced by the silk which clung to them and the bra she wore below. From the glances Jenny caught between the blouse’s buttons she at first thought it was silk, but then realised it was leather. It must be the softest leather ever. Jenny had no doubt the women had leather knickers to match. Paul’s hand was cupped around her bum which wore tight shiny leather trousers. The way they rippled as the woman moved showed they were real leather, not some fake plastic. She looked both comfortable and yet sexy. Jenny had never really thought the two went together, but this evening she could see a woman who had combined them successfully.

Jenny did not know what to do now. She felt drained. She had found the answer that she had expected. She felt some kind of relief but this was edged with anger at Paul, that he could not admit there was this other woman. Something told Jenny to storm into the bar, to slap him across the face and pour his beer all over him, but that was juvenile, she would come off looking worse. It would be better to go in calmly, as if she had just stumbled across him on her way home, then embarrass him in front of his friends, in front of the whole bar. She turned back to look at him again. The woman’s hand was stroking up his back, smoothing the leather of his new jacket. He responded and turned to kiss her, a long lingering kiss. They were the lovers, not herself and Paul, they had never looked like that in public, she had always been too self-conscious. This woman was unashamed, proud to be with Paul, Jenny knew she would not succeed in embarrassing her. She told herself it was best to go home.

Jenny looked through the window for the last time, now feeling bemused by it all. Then she saw that Paul and the others with him had gone. Urgently she looked up and down the inside but could not see them in the crowd. She could not let them run into her out here. Andy and Gill knew her well and for them to see her would be too much, but to meet Paul with his new woman would be total humiliation. Jenny turned to walk away up the street. Then Andy and Gill came out of through the door. Paul followed on after them. Jenny shrunk into the shadows, praying she would not be seen, but unable to look away. Paul hesitated at the door. “Lucy, you’re coming?” He asked.

Jenny heard the voice before Lucy stepped through the door into the street light.

“I was just getting my jacket.”

Lucy came on to the pavement. She was easing on a cropped black leather jacket as she did. It matched her tight trousers in its shine. Paul wrapped his arm around her, hugging her shiny smooth bum as they carried on up the street. The high-heels of Lucy’s ankle boots clicked as she walked away. Jenny stood transfixed. The woman was at once so confident and so sexy. The light caught the shiny leather as she walked. It rippled and caressed her with every step.

Jenny was flushed, somehow embarrassed seeing the woman. She felt inadequate, knowing she did not have a fraction of Lucy’s attitude, not an ounce of her sexiness. Then she felt a jealousy, a hunger, wishing it was her strutting away instead of Lucy. To be dressed like that and embraced by Paul, the thought made her tingle. Nervously she followed, somehow feeling that if she stayed in sight some of the magic would rub off on herself. In moments the couple had crossed the road. They were heading towards a new night club. Jenny followed and joined the queue three or four people back. She just caught glimpses of Lucy, laughing, whispering in Paul’s ear, no doubt about her plans for him later.

Then they were gone from sight, passed through into the nightclub. Jenny was nervous, she was uncertain what she would do. The idea that she should confront Paul returned. She would tell him that she could be everything that Lucy was if he came back to her.

“Sorry love, I can’t let you in.” The bouncer’s words snapped Jenny out of her thoughts.

“What?”

“I can’t let you in.” The bouncer was firm but patient. He nodded to another couple of women who stepped past him. He moved to the side guiding Jenny away from the queue.

“Why? I’ve got the money.”

“That’s not the problem. You’re not dressed right.” He nodded to the women just going in with their spangly string-strap tops and tight jeans. “You have to be wearing something at least like that.”

Jenny did not argue, she knew it was true. “Okay.” She spoke quietly, but the bouncer had already turned his attention to the next clutch of customers. The excitement of seeing Paul and Lucy had faded. They were out of her sight and she could not conjure up any images of what they were doing. Suddenly she felt very tired and foolish standing on the street with all these people around. Slowly she began retracing her steps home.


Jenny walked slowly up the road back home from the station. Her boss was a sympathetic soul and had given her the afternoon off, even encouraged her to book a beauty session in town. Her argument was retail therapy worked every time and a session with a beautician could make a new woman of you. It had been days since Jenny had seen Paul, though from the fact his clothes and other items had gone from the house she guessed he had been back when she was at work. Jenny thought him a coward. What she wanted was not retail therapy but the final argument, to drag the answers out of him, to find out where Lucy had come from and to insult and condemn her.

As Jenny turned into her road she froze. There was a car outside her house. Then Paul emerged carrying a box. Without thinking, Jenny began walking faster, looking intently, making sure it was indeed Paul. As she got closer she noticed what he wore, his new leather jacket was now matched by baggy leather trousers, no doubt Lucy’s influence. Then the woman herself emerged. She had some kind of holdall. She was dressed from head to toe in burgundy, burgundy leather at that - a long length jacket, looser trousers than the night in the bar but ones that still showed her shapely body and kitten-heeled boots to match. As they set what they were carrying down by the car, the couple stopped to kiss. Lucy pulled him close locking him in place with her thigh wrapped around his bum.

“Paul!” Jenny said with force, but not shouting. She cleared the short distance to him in moments.

“Jenny.” He seemed really surprised. “I thought you’d be at work.” Paul’s arm stayed around Lucy’s back, holding her close as if to defend her.

“No.” Jenny said. Now the initial assault was over she did not know what to say. She glanced over to Lucy. She noticed that beneath the jacket she wore just a black leather waistcoat, and nothing below.

“You’d like that, Paul,” Jenny said accusingly, “just a row of popper buttons and you can be touching her skin.”

“Yes, I like that, I like it a lot. Lucy does too.”

Lucy said nothing but slowly nodded.

“Lucy and I are lovers, how we dress, how we respond to each other is part of that.” Paul continued. “When I tried to come close to you, I did not see a woman even aware of being a sexual creature. I faced having to grapple through the shelves of the local charity shop to reach you, uncertain what I would find beneath it all. With Lucy I see a woman who is confident, proud of her sex, pleased to be with me. Even you can see that.”

Jenny was speechless. She looked down at her work clothes, dated but smart. She was angry that she had nothing to dispute Paul’s argument.

“Jenny,” Paul’s voice was softer now, “I was not going to try to intrude if you wanted to shut me out. You were telling me we were no longer close by throwing yourself into your work. It took Lucy to show me the signals I had been missing.”

Jenny was tired. She turned into her pathway. “Okay.” She said softly. She turned back at the door and watched for a few moments as the couple loaded the car. Even as Lucy did something as mundane as put a box into the boot, she gave off her signals, Jenny watched the leather of her trousers tighten as she bent and release as she stood. In moments she was in a car and moments later than that Paul and her were gone.

Jenny glanced at her watch, she had to hurry if she was going to get to town inside. She threw aside all the thoughts that had been running through her mind and concentrated on a quick lunch and changing to go out.


“There you are madam.”

Jenny looked down at the neatly manicured nails, now painted silver. She had to admit they did look good. She glanced into the mirror at the make-up on her face. She looked serious, but more energised. She ran her tongue along her shiny dark red lips, blew herself a kiss and laughed. Her boss would be pleased, if no-one else. Then she told herself that was being too hard. She was actually enjoying the pampering, it had been what she needed. With all the herbal tea and kind words from the beauticians, however false, she did feel comforted and all thought of Paul had gone from her mind. She began thinking instead of buying some clothes or going for afternoon tea.

“The final touch.” The hairdresser said proudly. Jenny again tried to place her accent, uncertain whether she was Dutch or Scandinavian.

The covers came off to reveal Jenny’s new hairstyle. She almost jerked back with surprise. She knew it would be shorter by far than she had had it, but what surprised her was rather than the auburn colouring she had expected, it was a rich blonde.

“That’s the E3 colour?” Jenny asked slowly, remembering back to the chart of colours she had perused when she came in.

“Yes, A3, as you asked. Doesn’t it look great, very strong and dynamic.”

“Yes, it’s great.” Jenny turned her head a little. The colour accentuated the short length. The boss would be surprised when Jenny arrived looking like a power-dressing film exec.

“Lovely, I like the effect.” Jenny said, not wanting to hurt the woman’s feelings. The hairdresser brightened with the positive comments. Jenny kept looking. Well, if this was the post-Paul Jenny, this was her. She paid and tucked her clutch of products into her black leather handbag, the one she had not used for ages.

Jenny left the salon. She wandered through the department store in a bit of a daze, surprised every time she caught sight of herself in a mirror. She did not recognise the blonde, short-haired woman with the smooth make-up. She drifted aimlessly through the clothing sections, with half a mind to buy an outfit to go with the new haircut. That made her brighten a bit. No-one was paying attention to her, she did not stick out the way she had feared. She had no idea what she wanted, but everything looked too suited to teenagers or grannies. As Jenny lifted a few things from the hangers she again felt people were looking her, mentally telling her she was unsuited for what she had picked. She put the stuff back, she was not going to find anything in a busy place like this. Jenny walked out of the shop into the street letting herself go with the flow of the crowd. She thought about what Paul had said and began thinking about what he would like her to wear. She agreed she had probably not cared as much as she had, and just tossed on what was comfortable with little thought for her appearance or what made her feel good to wear. How Lucy dressed was no doubt how he would like to have seen her.

Lucy! Suddenly through the crowd Jenny was sure she had seen her. The burgundy leather was distinctive enough and the woman she saw had the same long dark hair. Jenny hurried to catch up, not certain what she do if she found her. Jenny dodged through the crowd on the pavement, it seemed to be getting busier. Lucy was still in sight waiting to go over at the next crossing. Jenny could gain on her. Then instead of crossing there Lucy turned right and went over the main road as the green man on that crossing appeared. Jenny slipped between the shoppers, trying not to knock into anyone as she did. Somehow Lucy seemed to have got ahead again. Then Jenny just caught a glance as she turned into a shop. In moments Jenny was there. Like many of the shops in the area it was on two levels. Upstairs sold jeans and teeshirts, then at the head of the stairs to the basement level stood two mannequins dressed in long leather jackets.

There was no sign of Lucy upstairs so Jenny headed to the staircase. As she walked down the steps she left the noise of the street behind. Below was an Aladdin’s cave. It was a large space with leather jackets and trousers at one end, a wide assortment of boots at the other and odd items of clubbing gear between. The air was heavy with the drowsy scent of leather. Jenny reached the foot of the staircase and looked around, there was no sign of Lucy. She began to turn to leave.

“Can I help? Are you looking for something special?”

Jenny turned back to see a small Asian man appearing from a stock room. She felt embarrassed, but warmed to the man’s tone. Here with no other customers she felt there was no rush.

“Erm, er, yes.” She said walking into the centre of the shop. “A jacket.”

“Yes, good. We have a whole range, the best prices. Three-quarter length?” The man asked with the experience of years in the trade. He crossed to the hangers between the full-length ladies coats and the shorter jackets.

Seeing the black leather the image of Lucy coming out of the bar with Paul flashed into her mind. “No, something shorter. Erm, cropped, what’s that style?”

“Ah, yes, a bolero jacket.” The shopkeeper moved along to the shorter jackets and pulled down one in black leather.

“Yes, that’s it.” Jenny replied, forgetting this was some sort of pretence. “A bolero, but a bit shinier.” It did not quite match the image in her mind.

“Ah, you want glazed leather. Very popular.” The man lifted down a similar jacket, but the shine on it was what Jenny had had in her mind’s eye.

“That’s it, great.”

The shopkeeper walked over with the jacket draped across his hands so she could see it. He hesitated and Jenny realised he was waiting for her to try it on. Quickly she pulled off her wool jacket and laid it on the padded bench. The man walked around her as she slid her arms into the jacket. In moments it was on her. It felt comfortable and looked good. She walked to the mirror admiring it. It made her look more alive. She twisted round so she could see the back. She ran her hands over the seat of her jeans, still visible below the short length of the jacket.

“You’d like some matching trousers?” It was a woman’s voice. Jenny looked round to see her coming from the storeroom. The assistant could have been the shopkeeper’s daughter. She did not wait for Jenny’s reply but lifted down a glazed pair of leather trousers.

The shopkeeper muttered something Jenny did not understand and the assistant swapped them for a pair without back pockets. She held them by the waist and turned them back and forth so Jenny could see how smooth the line was. She walked over to hold them against Jenny’s waist. Jenny glanced down imagining her legs covered in the shiny leather.

Jenny felt she had to say something. “Do you have these, but a little tighter?”

“Ah, you want skin-tight, yes, we have them in the glazed.” The assistant nodded her understanding and lifted down a slimmer pair.

“I’ll try them on.”

The assistant pulled aside the curtain to the small changing cubicle and hung the trousers from the hook inside. Jenny hurried in. She hurried to take off her faded jeans. Then she took the trousers almost quivering. As she put one foot and then the other into the trouser legs she worried they would be too small, but as the leather slid up her calves, past her knees and over her thighs it seemed to shape to her. The steel buttons drew the trousers tight around her. Jenny stepped from the cubicle feeling excited. She could not take her fingers off the smooth leather but kept stroking it. She crossed to the mirror oblivious of the others. It was if the skin of her legs had become glossy black. She looked at how the leather rippled as she moved but came back to its perfect smoothness reflecting the light. Jenny knew she had to have them. She again turned her back to the mirror. This was the image she had seen of Lucy. Now she could see herself walking away from the bar like that, she was the sexy one.

“How about boots?” Jenny looked down. The court shoes she wore looked wrong with the trousers.

The shopkeeper smiled broadly and walked to the other end of the shop, indicating the range they had from heavy clompy boots for goths to thigh-length PVC ones.

“No ankle boots, I have some of them. Something a bit longer, something with a heel.”

The shopkeeper returned with a couple of pairs. Jenny sat down and tried them. At first rising from the floor as she wore them felt strange, but soon it was less of a novelty. Jenny tugged up the third pair of boots and rose on the heels. She was getting used to the extra inches. These stopped at the knee. She walked to the mirror and stood, twisting them back and forth to catch the light. She walked back over to the bench. The assistant was setting down a new longer box on the floor.

“I think these are what you are looking for. We are selling more of them than ever. Customers like the length.”

Jenny watched as the woman took the black shiny leather boots from the box. She was already shedding the others. She had seen some this long appearing even in high street stores, but they were still not very common. She pulled one then the other on. They slid smoothly over her leather trousers. The were the perfect size and widened as they stretched beyond the knee. Her thighs, with the smooth leather drawn tight over them, were still visible but the rest of her legs were encased in the boots. She strode to the mirror, feeling that in these she could do anything.

Jenny glanced back at the assistant. “Yes, you’re right. I’ll take these.”

The assistant gestured to his daughter and handed something else to her. Jenny was curious what it was.

“How about a bustiere to finish off the look?” The woman suggested. She held a broad band of black leather.

Jenny felt a thrill run through her as she saw it. The idea of the leather caressing her breasts as it already hugged her bum excited her. The shopkeeper had read her precisely, he knew she was changing before his eyes.

Jenny took the bustiere between her fingers and felt the smooth leather. The assistant let it slide into Jenny’s hands and then pulled back the curtain of the small changing cubicle then closed it behind her. Jenny was breathless as she slipped off the jacket. She hung it quickly on the hook, knowing she would soon be putting it back on. Her fingers struggled to unbutton her plain blouse fast enough. Then it was off, followed quickly by her bra. Jenny glanced for an instant at herself, naked to the waist and leathered below. In the quiet of the shop she could hear every soft creak of her trousers and her boots as she moved. That thought excited Jenny - her tight leather trousers and her long leather boots. She wrapped the bustiere around her and zipped it up. Jenny gasped as the leather pulled tightly against her midriff and her breasts, pushing them up, proud in the shiny leather. The sensation was exhilarating. She grabbed for the leather jacket and pulled it up her bare arms into place.

Jenny emerged from the cubicle like a butterfly from a cocoon. The shopkeeper hurried to clip the sales tags from her clothes, he knew there was no way she could leave without buying them. Jenny stepped forward to the full-length mirror. She did not recognise the blonde leather-clad woman who stood before her. She turned to the side and ran her fingers over the shiny leather that coated her thighs. Her backside was a smooth hemisphere, pert and counterbalanced by the orbs of her breasts. Every tiny movement, every breath she took created small ripples, and the comforting sound of the leather she wore.

Jenny collected her small handbag and slung it over shoulder. She realised how many leather items she had had without realising, this bag, her gloves, now all seemed part of the whole. She handed over her credit card to the shopkeeper. As he handed back the receipt Jenny shuddered as she realised the clothes were no longer things she was trying on in the shop, they were her own. The assistant gave her a carrier bag with her old clothes neatly folded inside. They now seemed so mundane, part of Jenny’s former life.

“See you again.” The shopkeeper called as Jenny walked to the stairs.

“No doubt.” She glanced back with a smile and strode briskly up the stairs towards the street.

Jenny stepped out on the pavement and for an instant she felt she had just woken from a dream. She took a few paces to get out of the way of the press of shoppers. She retrieved her gloves from her handbag and slipped them on. She then walked away, feeling flushed all over, nervous and self-conscious of how she looked to others. She was aware of how differently the clothes she now wore made her move. The heels of her boots made her walk with a strut, and she felt her bum swaying sexily with every step. Part of her wanted to slip into some department store and change back into her old clothes, but she told herself she had come this far, she had made a real change. She somehow felt protected, the leather was not like feeble cotton or wool, it shaped to her, it would not tear or get wet. As she felt it shielding her, holding her whole body in comfort, her confidence grew. Jenny lifted her head and walked with assurance. She would see women dressed in leathers, not a totally rare sight in London, and would smile as if they were part of the same secret club. She smiled too as she knew that if Paul saw her now he would not be able to take his eyes off her.

Jenny stopped for a moment wondering what to do next. She realised she had been walking aimlessly along the street. She felt she had to explore her new existence a little more. It was fine to strut around in public, but how would people respond to her one-to-one. She glanced down the side roads off the busy street. She was looking for a bar, something quiet but trendy. Jenny would never have gone for a drink at this time of day, but that was the old her. She caught sight of a bar that described itself as a ‘rendezvous bar’. She laughed to herself that a rendezvous was what she was looking for. A good encounter dressed like this would confirm to her she had made the right decision. She turned down the road. Before she did she shoved the carrier bag into a waste bin. She wanted to be seen as a woman who always dressed like this, not some housewife out for a treat. Jenny walked to the bar, delighting how the sound of her heels clicking could be heard in the quieter street. She glanced in through the window and her mind flashed back to the Saturday before. She felt a little contemptuous of that timid Jenny standing outside the bar in town. The place looked decent, comfortable fittings and a mixture of customers, business types and smart shoppers, no sleazy looking nerds.

Minutes later Jenny was carrying her glass of wine over to the stripped pine table. She eased into the deep brown leather sofa. She could see herself reflected faintly in the glass. She turned her chest back and forth to see how the light caught the line of her breasts. She had tucked her gloves into her jacket pocket and gently stroked her fingers up and down the smooth leather of her thighs. She felt strong and confident.

“Hello, could I sit here?”

Jenny looked up suddenly, startled by the man’s voice. She tried to speak, but coughed. “Erm, yes, yes, be my guest.”

As he put the glass on the table and lowered himself into the armchair beside it, Jenny ran her eyes over him. She guessed he was around thirty. He had long fairish hair held back at the nape of his neck. He wore a long loose black leather jacket and matching leather jeans. The large white shirt suggested to Jenny that he was an artist. She felt excited, sure that he had been attracted to talk to her by the leather she wore. For the first time she realised that seeing her dressed this way people would make assumptions about what sort of woman she was. She knew from seeing Lucy that she would give out the air of someone confident and sophisticated, she had to avoid ruining the image.

“Are you waiting for someone?” He asked.

“No-one in particular.” Jenny liked how that sounded, she was enjoying this role.

“Been shopping?”

“Just looking.” She smiled, trying to make it sound flirtatious.

Jenny looked him over again. He seemed less confident than when he had come across. Now she worried she was too much for him, but she was determined not to let him go. She ran her eyes over him, wondering what it would be like to caress and kiss him dressed as they were, their leather stroking across each other’s.

“You can call me Tamzin.” Jenny said. She did not look like Jenny, she certainly was not going to behave like Jenny.

“My friends call me Mac.”

Jenny reached forward to shake his hand, with mock formality, she was keen to get a little closer, clean to initiate some contact.

“Mac.” She repeated the name and sipped at her drink. “And what do you do?”

“Computers, music.”

“Which, computers or music?”

“Both. I remix and edit. The main office is round here. I just delivered them the finished session for today.”

“Sounds interesting. You’ve got the rest of the day off?”

Mac nodded. “Sure.” He seemed more at ease. Jenny moved a few inches closer. “How about you Tamzin? What are you doing for the rest of the day?”

“Getting to know you better.” Jenny giggled. She was finding it hard to hold back from grabbing this man and running her hands over his leathered body. She felt she had to resist, not to do what her body was hungry to do. Yet, deep within her she felt she could not miss the opportunity. He would expect it from a woman who looked the way she did. She did not appear some timid mousy woman, she appeared one with confidence, confidence to dress the way she wanted, to be so obviously sexy.

“So what do you do for fun?”

Jenny felt she was winning. He was interested, he was relaxing, he was interested in Tamzin, in herself. Jenny’s body felt empowered, she felt strong, she realised she felt happy.

“I write.” It was the truth. “A novel.”

“Oh, I like writing too,” Mac said as he leant forward. His lips were only a couple of inches from her skin. His voice fell into seductive soft tones, “erotic verse on my lovers’ bodies.” He whispered into Jenny’s ear.

Jenny felt more confident, somehow her leather gave her that. She felt if she stood and wrapped herself around Mac their clothes would merge bringing them impossibly close together. The schoolgirl giggle had gone. Boldly Jenny fixed her eyes on Mac’s and ran her tongue slowly across her glossed lips as if she were a cat licking cream.

“Here, these are some samples.” Mac leant back and pulled a small leather bound notebook from inside his jacket. As Jenny took it could feel the heat of his body still coming from the leather of the book. She flicked through the poems, they were short but intense. She tingled first at what the words said, then at imagining them being delicately written across her body.

Mac moved on to the sofa beside her, the leather of their thighs touching.. His hand cupped hers that held the book. The other rested on her leathered thigh. Jenny took it and gently guided it across the smooth surface, her skin tingling with the gentle pressure reminding her how she was dressed. Then their mouths came together. Jenny shuddered as if current had run through her. She could smell Mac, smell her leather, smell his, all mingling in her nostrils. She gasped a breath and then locked again, feeling his hands cup her smooth backside as she clutched at his back.

Mac sat back, unable to stop grinning. “You’re not a woman to beat around the bush.”

Jenny smiled. “No, when I see something that looks tasty, I like to taste.” In the back of her mind a voice was asking what she thought she was doing, but the rest of her knew precisely. She ran her finger along her lip, then sipped more of her drink.

“Would you like an early dinner?” Mac asked, still sitting close to her.

“Certainly, I’ve nothing planned.” She stood, delighting in her body as she rose on the heels.

Mac scrambled to his feet. He hurried to open the door for her and they stepped out on to the street. “My car’s parked just down there.” He gestured to the blue sports car.

“I thought you’d have a motorbike.”

“I do, for weekends, but you’d have to get a different set of leathers to ride that.”

“I look forward to selecting them. For now I assume these’ll do for riding you.”

Mac answered with a kiss. “You are sinful.”

Jenny just laughed. Mac opened the car door and Jenny got in, her leathers slid easily across the seat. In moments Mac was beside her. He reached over to strap the seatbelt across her. Jenny wriggled with pleasure as his head rested on her breasts for an instant. As he sat in his own seat with his hand stroking her thigh Jenny glowed inside, knowing he could not keep his hands off her.

“You keep your hands on the gear stick.” Jenny said as she reached over and began stroking the leather that covered his thigh.

“Where to?”

“Brighton.” Jenny replied.

As the car started Jenny was tempted to look back, but knew it was not worth the effort. She looked over at Mac and then at the road ahead.