My heart is pounding, my cock is filling with hot blood.

I hear the laughing voices from downstairs.

I have to be very careful. My parents thought their 13 year old boy might be losing his mind when he agreed to join them for a BBQ at the neighbors. But they didn’t know of my crush on the her. Her, in her riding outfits, the boots, the breeches and the gloves. Each time she would visit my mother dressed like that I would go instantly hard. The sight of those tight black leather gloves, her firm ass in those tight pants and the high black leather boots were an instant hard on for me. So I took this chance to be nearer to her. Maybe my expectations were too high because she was just dressed casually for an afternoon lunch, no boots, gloves or tight riding pants.

So my plan formed. I would find them, touch them and maybe!

Now, I am in her room!

Where, where could they be?

Was that a sound of someone on the stair?

No.

My eyes are drawn to the open closet door. I look inside. There on the floor standing like coal black shafts are several pairs of her riding boots. I can smell the rich leather fragrance.

My hand reaches out and touches the cool black leather. I pick up a boot, the feeling on my fingers is soft and the leather shines. The feeling is so exciting, I am sweating now. I take the open shaft to my nose. The aroma of her sweat and the leather fills my nostrils with a pungent erotic smell. My cock instantly hardens. Inside the boot, the tan leather lining has a dark patina from where her legs fit tight to the boot. In my mind I see her in the boots as I have seen her in my house with my mother. The high shafts reaching to her knees.

I can’t resist I put my face to the leather. The taste on my tongue is exquisite. They are tall and black, the leather cool to my face.

I look around, I see her riding pants and her crop. But where are the gloves? Those beautiful magnificent leather gloves that cover her hands so tightly.

I’ll be caught!

I should leave, I must leave, my sensible brain tells me but my cock his so hard and my heart is beating so fast that I ignore my own warning.

I have to find them. I put the boot down but stare at it and it’s mates. The black leather rubbed nearly tan where her legs grip saddle. A blemish? No it just makes them so much more erotic. She looks like a goodness in boots and black leather gloves.

My cock tells my mind that she wouldn’t keep her gloves in closet so I look for her dresser.

The tall one against the wall looks so masculine it must be her husband’s, But the one on the other wall, lower, covered with bottles of cosmetics. It must be hers.

Voices, laughter from downstairs. Leave and leave now!!

But they don’t seem to be coming closer so my cock, now dripping inside my jeans, tells me to go on.

The first drawer filled with panties and bras. A moment to explore and drink in the danger and erotic feeling of her undergarments.

I must be careful and replace everything just as it was or she will know.

Where are those gloves?

The next drawer is a treasure chest!!

Gloves, gloves, gloves, dozens of pairs. A rich musk smell of hide waifs from the open drawer. Inside. Long black, long white, short pairs of black, brown and even red lay before my eyes. So many, all so lovely. They lay there, the long gloves neatly folded, the soft leather making little hills and valleys that catch the soft light.

My heart is racing, my cock is threatening to explode.

My fingers caress each of the gloves. They are so soft to the touch, them smell so delicious that I think I could cum right now.

There in the corner, her black riding gloves. I recognize them because of the double leather on the index finger.

I pick them up. Soft like butter. To my nose, her perfume has permeated the leather and smell so rich mixing with the musk of the leather. I caress the soft creamy leather.

I know then, I must try.

I want them on my hands.

I try her right hand first.

Tight

Very tight.

My hand is damp from sweat, so I wipe them on my jeans.

Slowly my hand fits into the unlined leather of the glove.

Pulling and tugging, the glove slowly forms to my hand and fingers.

Like I have seen her and hundreds of other women do, I work at each leather finger pulling it down and tight. The leather is molding tightly to my fingers.

Now the left hand.

Also hard but now I have them both on.

Warm leather bonds to my hands.

The deep black leather catches the light from the hallway. They are so sensual and so exciting.

In my mind I see her at with my mother at the kitchen table, but this time she beckons me when my mother leaves the room. She gestures for me to kneel. Silently her gloved hand touches my face the soft leather feels so good. As her gloved hands caresses my face my hands move to the shafts of her boots.

Laughter, movement. Reality!

Oh no!

But thankfully they are not coming upstairs.

I cup my gloved hands to my face and inhale deeply. I drink in the smell of her perfume and the leather, so sexy.

I know where they must go.

My cock!

Retracing my steps I am back at the closet on my knees in front of her boots.

A gloved hand is working at my encased cock.

I look down as my gloved fingers struggle with my belt and zipper. The black leather of the gloves contrasting first with the blue denim, then the white cotton, now black against my flesh.

Pushing down my jeans and shorts my hard cock springs free into the cool air.

The closet smells of leather and sex.

Oh! the feeling of the hide.

That first buttery touch on my balls, my cock twitches wildly in response to the touch of the creamy hide.

It’s jealous it wants to feel the leather on it’s hard shaft.

Slowly the leather fingers grip my throbbing meat. Stroking the shaft from the base to the swollen head dripping with precum.

Again and again the leather makes it’s erotic trip up and down the length of my cock.

I am gasping for breath, the pleasure shoots through my body and focuses on my crotch.

I am gently moaning as I look down and see the leather gloves on my hand work my cock to a building orgasm. In front of me, her boots.

I can’t stop now I have to cum. Several more leather strokes, I know that I will pump out my huge load of hot white cum I can feel the thick cum building inside my balls.

Oh yes, yes.

I feel that last delicious tightness as the base of my cock then the strong pleasure of the pulsing streams of cum as it rushes up the shaft of my cock encircled with black leather.

Now wads of cum explode from the tip and hit her boots.

The tight air of the closet is heavy with the musky smell of my cum and her warmed leather.

Spent. I collapse to the back of my bent legs to survey what has happened.

On the leather shaft of her boot thick creamy rivulets of cooling cum are sliding down in it’s loosing fight to gravity.

I examine her gloves on my hands and find that some of my sperm has dribbled on to the right hand and the left has a powdery white covering from working my balls and crotch.

I have to clean this up, the voices are back in my conscious mind.

What if they found me, a dropping cock, gloved hands, her gloves, and cum dripping on her boots, her glove drawer open.

Rising to my feet I pull up my clothes and look for something to clean away the evidence.

In the bathroom I use find tissues that I use to sop up my cum from the floor of the closet and her boot, then her gloves.

I feel a twinge of sadness as I pull the lovely hide from my hands and fold them neatly to return them to their rightful place.

Shakily I return to the BBQ.

Days later I am excited and amused by seeing her again in my kitchen wearing her riding clothes and those black gloves!

I think what would she say if she found out what I had done with those and that they and her boots where covered in my cum.

Over the next couple of years I took every opportunity and risk to visit their house to enjoy the pleasures of her leather.

Regrettably we moved away when my father took another job but I always remember her and her leather.