Bob leapt from his bed and nearly tripped over the sheets which he pulled off with him as he raced to the door. He paused a moment to catch his breath before flinging the door open. The hallway was empty. Had he merely been dreaming? His watch read 10:15 a.m. Had Kathy left without him? He recalled his dream and the events of last evening. Part of him never wanted to see Kathy again. So why was his heart pounding like a drum? He was startled to realize how absurdly empty his life would seem if he did not drive to Connecticut with her that day.

Suddenly the phone rang. As he picked it up, the phone went flying from Bob's nervous, sweaty hand out into the middle of the room. He picked it back up and breathlessly answered, "Yes?"

"Hi Bobby! Are you up? I sent a bellhop to your room to help with your luggage, but apparently you were still asleep. Do you still want to come to Connecticut? You could see my clinic and get a better idea of my operating costs."

"Sure...sure," said Bob. "I just have to phone my associates and let them know I'll be a few days longer."

"Well, what say we meet on level B of the underground parking garage in about one hour? When you get off the elevator, turn right and you'll see my car. It's a green convertible sports coupe."

"Okay," said Bob.

One hour barely left him time to pack and get ready. He nicked himself twice while shaving. When he finally stepped off the elevator on level B, he saw Kathy off to the right. She wore a peach-colored pullover sweater with a powder-blue silk scarf. She also wore black riding boots which were mostly hidden beneath a form-fitting pair of black leather pants. Although her leather pants did not affect Bob to the extreme extent that her gloves had the night before, he nonetheless found them quite disturbing. It also disturbed him that she was a couple of inches taller than him. Bob glanced at her arms folded across her chest. She had a handbag and a tan windbreaker with her but her hands were bare. Bob felt let down but also a little relieved.

That afternoon, they were finally on an interstate highway cut through the hilly Connecticut countryside. Kathy had been driving, but suddenly she pulled into a rest area.

"Bobby, could you drive awhile? Let's put the top down. It's pretty warm for early November with the nice sun and all. You won't get cold, will you?"

"N-No," said Bob.

They got out and stretched. Kathy put the top down and put on her tan windbreaker. Then she drew a pair of short unlined black leather gloves from her handbag. Bob was transfixed as Kathy smoothed the skin-tight leather over her hands, taking time to work each slender finger down perfectly. She folded the short wrist portions of her gloves back just far enough for Bob to glimpse the soft, plush, unlined interior of each glove. As he pulled the car back out onto the interstate, Bob felt a massive swelling rapidly growing in the crotch of his pants.

He glanced at Kathy's hands resting on her pant legs. Black leather on black leather, thought Bob. He wanted to tell Kathy what a fascinating human being she was - to tell her how much he thrilled at the sight of her leather gloves and pants, even though part of him was very disturbed and did not all approve. When Kathy reached into her handbag for something, Bob accidentally hit the warning tread on the shoulder of the road. Kathy grabbed the wheel, placing her soft gloved hand on Bob's cold, naked hand to help steer the car back onto the road.

"Easy, Bobby. Take it easy," said Kathy. "You know, I really put you through the wringer last night. I took advantage of your being a man, and I know that it wasn't very fair of me to humiliate you after just meeting you again after all these years. I think it would be a good idea if I were to relieve you a little. It would help you keep your mind on the road."

"W-What do you mean?" asked Bob.

Kathy leaned over against Bob and put her left arm around his shoulders. Bob's heart began to pound... With her right hand, Kathy reached down and deftly began to unzipper Bob's pants.

"Oh my god, Kathy...w-what are you d-doing?"

Kathy began to tickle Bob's left ear ever so lightly with her leather-gloved finger tips while her right hand reached inside Bob's underpants to pull out his rapidly-burgeoning cock.

"Oh my god-DESS!" exclaimed Bob.

"Bob, I know the outside of my glove probably feels a little cold from the wind with the top down, but it'll warm up and get as nice and toasty as it is on the inside in just a moment. I want you to keep your mind and eyes on the road. I'm just doing this to help you out...in a few moments, it'll be easier for you to keep your mind on your driving."

"K-Kathy, you - don't - know - what - you're - doing - to - me!"

"Yes, I do, Bobby. You should see how adorable your penis looks in the grip of my glove. The little guy's all snug and warm and happy surrounded by black leather."

Kathy pushed Bob's pants down a little farther and manuovered his cock out from under the steering wheel. By now his cock was fully erect and oozing precum. Kathy's gloved hand kneaded his shaft. Her other gloved hand went from lightly brushing his ear to caressing his cheek and chin. Occasionally her gloved finger tips would brush over his lips. Down below, Bob's cock had grown massive and rock-hard. Kathy stroked the shaft and then placed her gloved fingertip against the tip of his penis. Bob moaned aloud with pleasure. His foot was pressing the accelerator to the floor.

Kathy's glove was now thoroughly warm. She let go of his shaft a moment to caress Bob's balls, squeezing them softly with her glove. Bob's cock thrashed about wildly. His lungs started pumping air like locomotive pistons as the surreal pleasure enveloped his balls and radiated up the shaft of his cock. Now Kathy's gloved hand again gripped his cock and worked the shaft. She would let the leather glide lightly over the shaft at times while at other times gripping his cock more firmly. Her gloved hand pumped up and down furiously.

"Bobby, don't black out on me, now. Keep your mind on the road. It'll be over in just a moment. Here...kiss my glove if that'll help."

Bob's lips eagerly kissed the leather on Kathy's left hand. The fragrance of her glove filled his head. Meanwhile, her gloved right hand flashed up and down his shaft in a blur. As her glove pumped him furiously, Bob felt the overpowering pleasure gather in his balls and surge up his cock. The fleecy-soft leather fingers of Kathy's left glove warmly stroked his chin as spasm after spasm of sperm exploded from his thrashing cock. Kathy laughed as she felt Bob's cock throbbing out of his control, completely in the power of her stroking leather glove. Bob almost pushed the accelerator through the floor as he screamed, "EEYIIII!!!"

As Kathy's gloved hand continued to milk the sperm from his balls, Bob's cock blasted out spurts that the wind whipped into his face. Tears of pleasure streamed down his cheeks to mingle with his cum. But suddenly, a police car siren sounded behind them. Kathy quickly pushed Bob's now-deflated penis back into his pants and zippered him back up. She wiped the frothy cum off her glove onto Bob's tie. Bob pulled over to the roadside. He watched the squad car pull up behind them. Then he saw a young policewoman get out of the car. He heard her boots crunching the roadside gravel as she walked up to his window.

"May I see your driver's license, sir?"

In a state of despair, Bob handed the policewoman his license and then gasped with a thrill as she reached to take it from him with a tightly black leather-gloved hand.

"What's that stuff all over your face?" asked the officer. "It looks like the same stuff that was splattering against my windshield when I was following behind you. I think you'd better step out of the car, Mr. Twilinger."

Bob looked like he wanted to shoot himself.

"Officer," said Kathy, "I can explain what happened. It's the result of bad judgement on my part. I'm Dr. Lang - Kathy Lang."

"Oh! I've seen you on television, Dr. Lang. I thought I recognized you. It's a pleasure to meet you in person," said the policewoman. She extended her hand to Kathy who reached over in front of Bob. The two woman clasped and shook black leather-sheathed hands in front of Bob's semen-splattered face.

"Officer, can I talk with you a moment in private?" asked Kathy.

She got out of the car and walked with the policewoman about 50 feet up the road. Bob watched the two as they stood quietly talking and occasionally looking his way. At one point, the policewoman looked in Bob's direction and put a gloved hand over her mouth. She appeared to be laughing. Then Bob saw them both shake gloved hands again. He wondered how much more he could take in one day.

When she got back to the car, Kathy said, "Bobby, I'm going to drive the rest of the way. I've explained what happened to Officer Smith, here, and..."

"You mean you told her about my glove fetish?" asked Bobby in agony.

"Well, no. But I guess she knows about it now."

Again, Officer Smith raised a gloved hand to her mouth, but even the soft leather could not muffle her laughter.

"Anyway, Bob, Officer Smith explained that you've racked up violations in excess of $500. But she's willing to simply write you a warning on condition that you get treatment at my clinic."

"Dr. Lang?" asked the policewoman, "I have one more condition. I want to see him lick my glove."

"Sure," said Kathy. "He won't have any problem with that."

The policewoman extended her hand to Bob who drew his tongue across the softly-gleaming leather and kissed each tightly-sheathed finger. "My god," thought Bob. "This can't be happening. I'm a human being. I have dignity. I'm a MAN! For god's sake, I used to pelt Kathy with snowballs. How can these women control my very soul?"

In a moment, Kathy put the convertible top back up. She gripped the steering wheel so that her gloves stretched tightly across her knuckles. Bob rested in the passenger seat. He closed his eyes to wrestle with his thoughts as they drove off into the darkening Connecticut hills.