She Looks Like Sex In Boots

'Morning David, how are you?'

'I'm fine thanks Debbie, and you?'

'Really good thank you, beautiful morning.'

This brief exchange takes place as we approach each other across her gravel drive.

I'm a part-time gardener and handyman and Debbie is one of my clients.

I've known her for coming up three years now. Initially working for her and her husband, John, twice a week at their large 18th century country house. Then, nearly a year ago, they'd sold that place for an obscene amount of money and bought this, equally old, but much smaller, relatively speaking that is, house. Since then I've been her handyman as and when required, usually once every couple of weeks. It's a purely work related relationship.

I'd pulled through the gates a couple of minutes earlier and stopped on the enclosed drive that stretched across the front of the house, as usual she'd heard me pull in and had walked out to meet me.

Unusually for her she isn't in her normal attire of jeans and tee-shirt but looks very business-like in a long-sleeved, gunmetal grey silk blouse, a dark grey, high-waisted, calf length skirt and black leather boots, she also looks a good deal taller than her 5' 6". Another change is her lipstick: it's a deep red, a real departure from her usual lip balm: this really is a very different Debbie.

As we meet, midway between my van and the house, I say, 'Looking good Debbie.'

She smiled. 'Thank you, I'm afraid I have a meeting this afternoon so I'm going to have to leave you to it a bit later.'

'No problem, better show me what you want me to do then.'

'Yep, I've done a list but I wanted to show you something in the annex.' And she turned and headed off towards the far side of the house.

I follow a couple of feet behind and my eyes meander. Her nearly blond hair is tied back in a ponytail that flicks from side to side with each step. Her blouse is loose fitting but pinches in at the waist where it's tucked into her skirt, her bum sways enticingly as she walks confidently on her 4" stilettoed boots. This definitely isn't the first time she's worn them.

My eyes roam back up to her bum; I've always secretly quite fancied her in her tight jeans and tee-shirt: you'd never say Debbie was skinny or slender, neither is she overweight; she has curves; soft curves that flow from one to the other. And those stilettos certainly make those curvy hips sway even more than usual. Mmmmmm, I started to imagine putting my hand on that bum.

She suddenly stopped and turned. She's frowning.

And in that instant I realise that I've actually spoken aloud.

Oops!

And, in my shock, I almost walk straight into her. 'Shit, sorry Debbie.' Feeling very sheepish.

She doesn't say a word, doesn't step back, just looks straight at me. Then, without warning, she reaches up with both hands, pulls my face to hers, and kisses me on the mouth. The move is a complete surprise; I'd expected a rebuke, not this. I almost pull back but manage to withhold the automatic response.

Instead, I kiss her back, her lips are full, soft and warm, I can taste her lipstick.

They part and her tongue slips through, probing along my lips.

I tentatively put my hands on her hips. And immediately realise that she's wearing something under her blouse and skirt; something hard, hard like leather. My imagination runs riot.

Her tongue flicks across my teeth.

I run my hands around her back, pull her against me.

Her tongue pushes into my mouth.

My hands drift over her back, she seems to be wearing some kind of corset, it extends from her shoulder blades to a point at the base of her spine.

Our tongues touch. My hands slide down her back, down onto her bum, I squeeze her, pull her against my groin, against my already thickening cock. She groans into my mouth, pushes back against me, the hard leather rubbing against my chest and stomach.

I reach further down, slide my hands under her buttocks and lift her, she opens her legs, her skirt spreads and she wraps her legs around my waist.

Holding her against me I walk towards the house. She still has hold of my head, is still kissing me, our lips still locked together, our tongues still fighting with each other.

I know exactly where I'm going, I head into the kitchen diner then left into the snug, walk around the coffee table and stop in front of the sofa.

Slowly lowering myself to my knees I lean forward and ease her onto her back, as she drops she lets go of my head and her arms fall out onto the sofa. She uncrosses her ankles and, as her feet drop to the floor, her skirt falls down around her hips to reveal her boots in all their glory.

And these are some serious boots, seriously erotic that is. They're eye-openingly long; going all the way up to mid-thigh. I stroke up and down them, slowly caressing the soft, warm leather. It's quite thick but still supple, slightly rumpled. I can feel the shapes of her legs through them, feel her muscles and bones, the bumps and hollows.

Reaching her ankles I stroke her feet, then the steel spikes of her heels. Moving up the backs of her calves I find the beginnings of criss-crossing laces. And, still moving up, in the gaps between the laces, the unmistakable feel of nylon. My fingertips follow the criss-cross all the way up until they reach the top where the laces are tied off in large bows.

And then, finishing the look, her nylons are lace topped, black, hold-up stockings that reach to the tops of her thighs.

This is as far beyond the Debbie that I thought I knew as it could get. But then, here I am, kneeling between her legs, about, I hope, to fuck her, that's pretty far out there too.

So is that look on her face: her cheeks are flushed and her parted lips shine, her eyes are hooded and unfocused; she looks very aroused.

'What are you thinking David?' Her voice croaks.

She is laid on her back with her bum perched on the edge of the sofa, arms out to the sides. Her blouse is looking a little rumpled and her skirt is bunched up around her hips. She looks like sex in boots and I'm kneeling between its knees.

I groan. 'Thinking? I'm thinking, extremely fuckable!'

She bites her bottom lip. 'You'd better get on with it then.'

I pull my tee-shirt over my head and throw it to the side.

Sliding my hands up and down her legs I can't help but think how erotic the leather feels, the soft nylon of her stockings through the gaps in the laces adds to the effect. I follow the criss-crossing cord all the way from the tight bow down to her calves. Then, taking hold of her ankles, I lift her legs onto my shoulders, a stilettoed foot either side of my head, soft leather against my cheeks, the unique smell in my nose.

My fingertips slide back along her legs until they reach the soft skin just below her bum.

She doesn't move, just watches my face from under lowered eyelids.

My hands keep moving, I push under the cheeks of her arse and take hold of her knickers, pull them out from under her bum; they're bright red, translucent, and they're now stretched between her thighs. I have the fleeting image of her standing before me, in just her leather and her red knickers: now that would have been worth seeing.

I inch my head forward, the strong smell of arousal and leather pulling me down, I press my nose and mouth into the damp fabric of her knickers. A quick glance at her pussy; puffy outer lips completely hide her inner lips and her pubic hair is trimmed and shaven to a thin strip.

Biting into the crotch of her knickers I pull them towards her feet, reach her knees and use my hand to slip them off her feet.

With my eyes fixed on the junction between her thighs I slide my head back down, the sides of my face rubbing along the soft leather. As I move past her knees, her feet drop onto my back, the points of her heels digging into me.

I move slowly, lingering over the feel and the smell, teasing myself with what's in front of me. Closer and closer until, just as my nose touches her pubic hair, I feel the change in texture as my cheeks brush against her stocking tops.

I touch my nose to the short bristles, breathe in, feel her heat on my face, touch my tongue to her. Slowly push her thighs back, tilt her pussy up towards me.

I press my tongue flat against her pussy, push in and very slowly lick up the length of her, she presses herself against my face as the stiffened surface of my tongue drags up, parting her outer lips and licking up her inner. The tip reaches the apex, finds her clitoris, flicks hard across it.

She gasps, grabs my head and jams my face into her body.

I circle her hood with my lips, suck against her; her clit is tiny, no more than a pinhead. Pressing down with my tongue I push it against her pubic bone, squiggle it backwards and forwards. She groans and pushes her hips up as she squirms through a small, shivering orgasm.

I let the ripples pass then burrow in, delving down between her fleshy lips. She rubs herself against my face as I push deeper, pressing my nose against her clit. Feel her thigh muscles tense as she again pushes up, her breath hissing as her thighs begin to tremble. I hold myself against her, rubbing the hard bridge of my nose up and down.

She lets out a long groan and holds my face hard against her body as the trembling spreads through her groin and bum. Then, as her orgasm peaks, she lets out a long sigh and sinks back onto the sofa.

As her hold on my head begins to relax I straighten and, with one arm holding her legs against my chest, I undo my shorts belt, button and zip and push them down. My bone hard cock has been straining against my shorts for the past ten minutes and, now released, it slaps against her bum. I take hold of it and rub the tip up and down, from the crack of her arse up across her pussy, the soft warmth of her skin against the burning heat of mine. Back down and up again.

Her eyes open and she looks down. Reaching for me she strokes the silky skin of my cock-head, gathers a clear drop of pre-cum on a fingertip and puts it to the very tip of her tongue, delicately tastes it then takes it all into her mouth, closes her eyes and seems to savour it. Reaching down again she squeezes my shaft, takes another drop, licks it then rubs it along her lips.

From watching her finger I look back down at my cock and again rub the tip up and down, parting her outer lips; they're damp, glistening with her juices.

I keep rubbing up and down the soft wet flesh of her inner lips, coating the end of my cock.

I find her entrance, push forward an inch and my glans sinks into her. Her eyes widen, she sighs softly, arches her back and presses her head back into the sofa.

I push forward a little more, I feel a faint tremor through the backs of her thighs. 'Oooohhh.' She sighs.

Her back relaxes and she sinks back into the sofa.

I pull back and, just as I'm about to slip out, push back in, a little further this time. Pull back, push forward; this time I don't stop, a long slide all the way in. 'Mmmmm.' Then she gasps as I bump up against her cervix and my hips press against her buttocks, my chest against her leather encased thighs, I squeeze up against her, push in as far as I can go. I grind up against her bum, just moving my cock around inside her. She's soft and squidgy inside, not tight or grippy; it's like a soft, warm, gentle massage around my cock.

I switch to short tight thrusts, shifting the angle inside the swollen walls of her pussy, trying to find the sensitive spots. Bump against her cervix again. Her thighs trembling again, back arching again, pulling the cushions in against her sides. Feel the leather of her boots squeezing my face. Start to slowly fuck her; long deep thrusts with a little grind each time my hips press against her.

Her head is tilted back and she is panting through her open mouth, her eyes focused on the ceiling, her body shivering each time I thrust into her.

The exquisite feel of her pussy around my flesh; the hard ridge of her pubic bone rubbing along the top of my cock, the soft bumps of her pussy massaging my shaft, all the sensations contriving to tip me over the edge, to tempt me into pounding into her, to take my pleasure and pump my cum into her.

But not yet.

Not until I'd sated myself with every minute of fucking this leather clad woman. I look down the expanse of black leather at my cock as it once more buries itself in her body and I groan, groan out loud as once again the sensations threaten to overwhelm me.

I close my eyes and try to concentrate on not cumming but this only seems to increase the awareness of my senses; the smell of warm leather and hot sex, the sound of my cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy, the feel of her boots against my face and body, the feel of her arse against my balls, her juices soaking my balls and upper thighs, the hot spongy walls wrapped around the shaft of my cock and the extremely sensitive skin of my glans as it rubs against the insides of her pussy and bumps up against her cervix.

Her panting breath is changing, becoming imperceptible moans and cries, barely above a whisper but the more I plunge my cock into her the louder they get.

Her hands reach out, touch my hips, urge me on, the telltale tingling starts to build behind my balls.

Responding to the overpowering sensations and her need, my pace increases; hips slapping against her bum, cock pounding into her.

I grit my teeth as I hold off.

Debbie starts to gasp, her eyes squeezed tight shut, I feel her insides clench around me and her bum begin to twitch.

'Ohyesohyesohyes.' As the twitch increases in intensity. 'Ooooh fuuuuck.' Her ankles squeeze my head and her hands grasp my hips, fingernails clawing as she holds herself against me, stopping my thrusting hips.

And, almost instantly, inexplicably, I find, without any effort or thought, that I've gone past the point of orgasm and the tingling has gone.

Her orgasm passes and her body begins to relax, her face too, a long sigh from her as I release my grip on her legs, ease them down off my shoulders, her feet down to the floor.

I take advantage of my reprieve and start a slow movement with my hips, just short sliding in and out, still buried deep inside her, as I reach out and unbutton her blouse.

I catch a glimpse of black as my fingers move lower.

Debbie's eyes flicker open and she watches my face, a soft, sleepy smile on hers.

Pulling her blouse out of her skirt I undo the last button and, after pulling my cock out, stand up in front of her.

Her half open eyes drop and her smile widens. She reaches out and touches her fingers to the tip of my wet cock.

Her eyes on my cock she pushes herself up into a sitting position, wraps her fingers around my shaft and gives it a squeeze.

Her head gets closer and I feel her warm breath on me. Then her tongue as it flicks out and dabs across my slit.

'Mmmmm,' I mutter. And she slips her mouth over my glans. Feel her sucking against me as the tip of her tongue presses into the slit and her hand moves slowly up and down.

Her hand stops at the base and her mouth follows it down, taking me in as far as she can. She manages about three-quarters of me before she pauses. I can hear her breathing through her nose, feel her tongue against the underside of my cock. Then, unexpectedly, she pushes down the rest of the way.

She doesn't miss a beat, carries on breathing as she slowly pumps me into the back of her throat.

The full, throbbing length of my cock is again surrounded by her; I can feel her lips and teeth around the base, her tongue and saliva around the shaft, the constriction at the back of her mouth around the back of my glans and the tight ridges of her throat around my glans.

And she continues to pump up and down.

Now I'm the one who's gasping, who's getting closer and closer to a quivering, shaking orgasm. Who's on the point of losing control, who, any second now, is going to unload into the back of her throat.

With my hands on the back of her head I feel the return of the tingling in my balls as the moment approaches.

Then, sensing just how close I am, she stops, pushes on my hips and sits back, my cock sliding out of her mouth.

I groan at the throbbing ache in my balls. But, inevitably, the moment fades.

She looks up, licks her lips and grins lasciviously, her eyes full of sex. She wants more.

Ok.

Stepping back from her I push my shoes, socks and shorts off.

Her eyes flick up and down my now naked body and she grins again, chews her bottom lip. I reach out and take her hand, pull her to her feet. She bumps up against me and puts a hand on my shoulder to steady herself.

Letting go of her hand I find the zipper on the side of her skirt, slide it down and let her skirt drop to the floor.

Taking a step back I glance down. Her blouse hangs open revealing a deep cleavage between panels of black leather.

Taking her hand again I turn and lead her into the kitchen.

Turning back to face her I slide a hand round the back of her neck, the other around her waist, pull her to me.

And kiss her. Her lips seem softer, sweeter.

My cock is squashed between us; I can feel her trimmed pubic hair and lower stomach against the underside of my cock and the heat of her pussy against my balls, her corset pressed up hard against my swollen glans.

Our mouths are locked together, our tongues writhing.

I stroke up and down her back, that sense of touch, taking in the softness of the grey silk over the hardness of the black leather, creates a mental picture.

It's one slab, contoured to her back with a straight edge between her shoulder blades and a slightly scalloped bottom edge just above her bum.

I pull down on her blouse and it falls off her shoulders, dropping to her waist.

Stepping back I turn her around and push her against the heavy kitchen table, taking hold of her blouse I pull it off her arms and drop it on the table, tip her forward until she's down on her forearms.

Easing my foot between hers I spread them wide.

I look down at her. Now there's a view worth framing.

Poised on the 4" spikes of her stilettos her leather clad legs go on forever, the criss-crossing laces lead your eyes all the way up to the bows, then, after a short lingering look at her stocking tops, onto her bum, and you just can't help but follow the cleft between her buttocks down to that beautifully framed picture of a pussy.

Soooo fucking hot!

God! I could just dive straight in there.

Dropping to my knees I slowly run my hands up and down her legs. Up and down, covering every inch of them; from the steel spikes of her heels to the bows on her laces.

Everything about her boots; the texture, the smell, the look, even the way a woman walks in them, invokes a feeling of dominance, of power; and that association with sex and bdsm is probably unfair but ever present.

My hands move up over her stocking tops onto her buttocks. I spread my fingers, squeeze then spread them.

Pushing my face between her buttocks I flick my tongue across her arse.

'OooohfuckDavid.' I can hear her groan as she drops onto her chest, reaches back and, grasping her buttocks, spreads her arse for me, inviting me in.

I accept. I push my face in as hard as I can, press my teeth around her sphincter, chew around the edges, lick around the muscular ridges, then follow them in as they descend into her body, pushing my tongue into her.

'Ohfuckyeah.' She groans, pulling her bum even further apart.

I slide a hand up her leg, rub the tip of my thumb along her sopping pussy then push it straight in.

She gasps as the edge of my finger finds her clitoris.

Squeezing my thumb against her I rub my finger across her clit and really dig into her arse. And Debbie is clearly enjoying the attention; she's continually muttering and groaning, she keeps adjusting her fingers and pulling against her buttocks, keeps grinding herself back against my face.