Last weekend, I had a part time job working at a evening dinner in the coat check room. The pay wasn't too bad, and the work wasn't really that hard.
  A family came in and approached the coat check desk. First through the door was the Father of the family. He was very professional looking. The kind of guy that's busy at a desk most of the day. Next was the Mother, and she was very young looking for her age. She had a great body; it looked like she worked out often. Finally, their younger daughter came through the doors. She looked incredible... dirty blonde hair... haunting deep blue eyes. She looked about the same age as I was... maybe one year younger.
  All three of them came over to the desk and starting taking their jackets off. I took the father's jacket, hung it up, and gave him a number... but, when the mother took off her jacket, I noticed that she had these long, elbow length black leather gloves on. Seeing them on her sent shivers up my spine... she looked absolutely gorgeous in them.
  She took them off, pulling one finger at a time. I guess they were pretty tight and couldn't come off on one pull. She took both of the gloves off, and handed them to me. They felt so smooth... and the family just came in from the outside, so the gloves were cold to the touch.
  I must have stood there, holding and admiring the gloves for what seems like an eternity.
  The mother cleared her throat, bringing me back to my job.
  -- Do I get a number?
  -- Oh yeah, sure. Sorry about that, I said, apologetically.
  I gave her a number and I took the mother's jacket and gloves to the back and hung them. I looked inside the gloves, and noticed that there wasn't any lining in them... no lining allowed the softness of the leather to cling tightley to her hands. I could feel my cock hardening in my pants.   The daughter then took off her jacket, and she was wearing gloves too! The length of her gloves went between her wrist and elbow, but they were fire-engine red. She did the same thing as her mother, and handed her jacket and gloves to me. When I handed the daughter her number, she gave me a little smirk as she left. I don't know if she noticed my reaction when I was putting away her mother's pair of gloves.
  The rest of the evening went pretty ordinarily. I hung up coats for everone that came in. Some people were wearing gloves, but there were none like those of that mother and her daughter.
  The other guy that was scheduled to work at the coat check desk took over, and I made my way back to the kitchen to eat supper with the kitchen staff early. As I went to the kitchen, I spotted the blond goddess, the daughter, I met earlier. She was sitting with her parents at their table. She looked mesmorizing... I'm guessing she was about 5'8" and totally drop dead gorgeous.
  I must have been standing there for a few minutes. She must have sensed that she was being watched, because she suddenly turned and her eyes met my gaze. She gave me the same little smirk that I remembered earlier. God, she was so hot! I felt a bit embarrased standing there watching her, so I then hurried to the kitchen to get something to eat.
  After eating, I went back to the coat check desk.
  -- Hey Steve... go grab something to eat for yourself. I'll take over, I said.
  -- Thanks man...don't expect to be too busy, the traffic has slowed down to nothing.
  I chuckled at Steve, and watched him turn the corner to the kitchen.
  I sat down at the chair, and starting thinking about the daughter. She was so pretty, and a little bit mysterious. The kind of woman that you could really fantasize about.
  -- Hi there... someone said.
  I looked up... it's her! She had her coat draped over her arm, and those deleicious red gloves on.
  -- Umm, hi.. Can I help you? I said glancing nerviously back and forth from her face to those fantastic red leather gloves.
  -- Maybe, she said, but I bet I can help you.
  She slowly walked around the desk. As she walked by me, she brushed her red gloved hand on my arm. I started getting a hard lump in my pants. She took two steps towards the back, then turned around.
  -- Follow me... she said as she beckoned me with her red gloved index finger.
  What else could I do? I followed.
  She lead me to a back room, used for storage. She seated me in a chair, turned on the light in the room, and locked the door.
  -- I saw your reaction when hung up my gloves and my mother's gloves. Do you have a thing for gloves? she asked.
  -- Ohhh, yeah I kinda do, I replied, shyly.
  -- Here, she said.
  She pulled out from under her jacket her mother's gloves.
  -- You'll like these... put them on.
  At that command, my cock went hard as a steel pole. I think that the gloves were a bit too small, but she helped me struggle into them.
  -- My name's Arianne... what's yours? she asked.
  -- It's Will, I said.
  After a couple minutes, I got the gloves on, and sat there, admiring them in the light of the store room. Because they were a little bit smaller, they were super tight... but the leather streched a bit. They fit both of my hands perfectly.
  As this was happening, Arianne started unzipping my pants. I let out a small "Mmmmm" at this action, but she said quitely "Don't worry." and gave me that little smirk again. God, that little smirk was so sexy!
  She pulled down my pants, and I just had my underwear holding back my throbbing cock.
  -- Oooo, she said. I know what to do about this.
  At that moment, she pulled down my underwear, and grasped my cock with both of her red leather gloved hands. I thought that I would blow my load right there. She started stroking my penis, very slowly at first.
  I haven't had anyone give me a hand job wearing gloves before - this was pure heaven!
  After a couple minutes of this, she noticed a bit of clear precum at the end of my cock. To this, she leaned over to me, and whispered:
  -- I know what to do about this too.
  She then brought her head down, and put my cock in her mouth. She slowly started sucking the precum. I've never been in such extacy before! I took my right black leather gloved hand, and caressed the cheek on her face. I then took my left hand and rubbed it through her beautiful hair. The black gloves were so tight, it was like a second skin, but more sensitive.
  After a few minutes of this, she pulled her head back, and started stroking my cock again, but with much more intensity than before. I could feel an orgasm building, and building, and building.
  -- Ummm, Arianne... I wish that this could last forever... but, ohhhhhh, I'm going to... oh God... I'm cumming!
  She kept stroking my cock, and load after load went streaming out of my cock, and all over her red leather gloves. She kept doing this until the last drop of cum dripped out. I let out a long moan.
  -- Look at what you've done...my red pretty gloves. Don't worry.
  She grabbed a paper towel and wiped off the cum from her gloves.
  While all this was going on, I sat back in the chair. I've never had that experience before like that in all my life. I was exhausted.
  Arianne helped me get her mother's gloves off my hands.
  -- Oh my God Arianne, that was incredible. How can I make this up to you?
  -- Here, she said.
  She picked up her coat, her mother's pair of black leather gloves, and dug out a piece of paper from her pocket. She pulled out a pen and wrote something on it.
  -- Here's my number, she said. We'll work something out.
  I sat there, staring at the piece of paper. 
  While I was reading what was on the paper, she pulled her red leather gloves off, and then threw her red gloves beside me.
  -- Take these... as a momento, she said.
  -- Won't you need them? I asked?
  -- No, she answered. I have many other pairs at home.
  As she left, she gave me that sexy little smirk, and left the room.