I was on business in New York city a couple of years ago, I had finished up with my client and had no plans for the night. It was early evening, when I decided to go get a drink at a bar down the street from my hotel. I was savoring a flavorful scotch when I noticed her walk in. She walked in out of the cold hugging her long leather coat around her. Her hair was a deep red and tightly curled. Those curls draped down just below her shoulders. Stepping clear of the door, she opened her coat, to take it off, revealing a conservative cut, soft gray suit jacket and skirt, accentuating her very womanly curves, right down her light gray sheathed legs, to her very stylish shoes. It seemed that I was the only person in the bar to notice her. Draping the coat over her arm, she made her way across the bar. It seemed in that instant, a man stitting on the stool next to me decided to leave, opening up the only seat at the bar. I had taken my eyes off of the woman, for only an split second, and it seemed that she had dissapeared. I shrugged it off, thinking I was seeing things, and returned to my drink. In my right ear, an british accented voice asked, "Is this seat taken?"

I just about spun myself off the stool traking to follow the voice, and came face to face with the red, her deep green eyes, like emerald pools, met my 'Deer in the headlights of oncoming semi-truck' eyes. "N...n..no," I stuttered feeling like an idiot (but hadn't she been right in front of me). She placed her coat on the stool sitting on top of it and said, "Sorry to startle you, my name is Angela. You are?" offering her hand to me. I took her hand in mine, noticing the soft warmth that seemed to radiate from it, "I'm Dave," I replied kissing the back of her hand. Angela gave me a mega-watt smile, "Such chivalry," obviously quite impressed. I offered to buy her a drink which she accepted, asking for a vodka-tonic. We talked for something like an hour, she was in town also on business, what for I can't seem to remember. I excused myself and proceeded to the men's room.

On my way there and all during, I was in a haze. I was feeling beyond attracted to this woman, strange but comforting images of Angela standing nearly bare infront of me, clad only in long black leather gloves and boots. I took care of my business and headed back to the bar. "Where are you staying?" I asked with the hopes that I could walk her there. Angela replied, "Up the block at the Wilshire. Would you care to walk me back?" I replied, "Odly enough so am I," with the slightest hint of my giddiness. I paid the tab, while she put her coat on. I pulled my own coat on and we headed out into the cold.

To my surprise, I felt her arm slip inside mine and pull me close as we walked. The wind was biting us all the way up the block to the hotel. The door man saw us app- roaching and opened the door, giving us a nod. We slipped into the nearest elevator, both of us scurrying like school children. I reached out and pressed the button for my floor, "Which floor are you on?" Angela had the most devilish smile on, as the doors hissed shut, she pulled me to her, kissing me full on. I pulled back oh so slowly, savoring her taste, breathing in the smell of her leather coat was intoxicating. "Let's go to your flat first," she whispered into my ear. All I could do was nod in agreement.

The door sighed open on the floor I had keyed, and we exited. I wanted to kiss her again, feel her tongue dance across my own, drink in her tastes. The images that I had earlier had surfaced in my mind again, but something that stood out was an ornate pendant that hug on a chain between her breats. Suddenly I realized that I had been semi-day dreaming and had already walked past my room. "Sorry, I said sheepishly, I'm two doors back." She grinned impishly at me, as if she knew what what I was seeing, as if she were putting those images there. I slid my key into the lock opening the door and let her lead in, while I turned the lights on. Shrugging my coat off and hanging it, "May I take your coat?" I asked. When I got no response, I turned "Angela..." She stood there with her coat part way open, her eyes closed and brow furrowed as if trying to hear a faint noise. "No that's quite alright." she replied, her voice echoing in my mind. But her lips hadn't moved! I took a step towards her, turning to face her head on. Suddenly, I was frozen in place about two steps from her, immobilized by some unknown force, it was as if my legs were made of solid lead. She opened her eyes, nearly glowing emerald green pools, that seemed to stare into my soul. She grabbed the lapels of her coat and pulled them across her body, tighter. Then she opened the coat, pulling it from her now bare shoulders and letting it fall to the floor behind her. As the coat fell down her arms, what looked like black leather sleeves began, roughly at her armpits, her suit coat and blouse were gone just bare skin. As the coat cleared her hands, I was in shock, the sleeves were actually gloves. The coat continued its descent, the tops of what look like leather stockings become evident. When the coat finally hits the floor, she stretches languidly, then steps clear of her coat.

'This is impossible!' I thought, 'HOW!!' She was clad exactly as I had seen, long black leather gloves, and incredibly long black leather boots. They reflect some of the scant light in the room. Shiny and perfect. "I have wanted to let that spell go since the moment I saw you," Angela ran her gloved hands through her thick hair. "It's not that easy to hold that spell, considering the images I was projecting into your mind." She gently shakes her head, letting her hair drape over her shoulders. The curls of her hair were bouncing gently with the slight motion.

I want to move, but I'm unable to move my body. It's like I'm a wax sculpture in a freezer. "Now for the fun part," she whispers. She raises her right hand placing her gloved palm against my chest, whispering something nearly inaudible. My shirt began vanishing from under her palm, the change began accelerating. The dissapearing act continued, exposing my bare chest and shoulders. As the disintegration starts down my arms, my shirt sleeves are replaced with black skin-tight leather sleeves. The the further it goes, the more leather seems to appear on my arms. My penis begins to surge. It's probably the only thing I can realy feel. My shirt continues to vanishing down my chest, my pants and underwear suddenly start vanishing, exposing my, now very erect, penis. As the 'change' begins down my thighs, just below my crotch leather stockings, like Angela's, start forming. I know all too well where this is going, I'm going to be dressed nearly identicly to Angela. The gloves finish forming perfectly around my palms and fingers. I can feel their tightness. The boots finish their materialization. Angela is looking slightly fatigued but still like a goddes. I notice now the pendant that I had seen before. The gold pendant was glowing faintly.

Angela walked to me, observering her work. Caressing my penis before pulling me close to her grinding her warm vagina up against it. "I'm a sorceress. As if it's not bloody obvious now," she said, placing her arms over my shoulders, clasping her hands behind my neck. I'm want to say something to her, anything, but I'm still frozen. "Well love, aren't you going to say anything? Oh bugger, I've forgetten." With a gentle wave of her hand, I can feel my neck and jaw relax. "I'm paralyzed!" I say panicked. She touched my lips gently with her index finger to quiet me. "I .. I .. I'm under your spell," I said now just rolling with the situation. "This is quite extrordinary. Can you release the rest of me?"

She pulled in close to me, kissing me, letting me taste her again. "Not yet," she said as she began to caress down my body. I'm was almost ready to explode, when I felt her warm leather gloves wrap around my penis and begin to gently pull on it. This is a dream come true! Then, my penis is in her mouth being explored by her tongue. She began to suck, while stroking up and down my rock hard shaft with her gloved hands. I wanted to touch her with my own gloved hands, feel her gloved hands on my body, I wanted to taste her, but Angela has other plans. I felt my ejaculation coming on, Angela seemed to anticipate this and began stroking faster, sucking harder. Suddenly it happened, and she drank all of it in! "God that was wonderful!" I said, feeling a thingling all over my body.

"Oh I have not tasted that in so long!" she said and proceeded to colapse on the bed. "Angela? Are you going to let me go?" Angela just waved her hand in an ornate little pattern. My body resumes functioning just as it stopped. I nearly topple to the floor, unfamiliar in my new footwear. Luckily the boots flat heels, as do Angela's. I flexed my hands in the gloves, feeling the leather move slightly over my skin, and touch my body then the boots. I was stunned by how perfect the fit is.

I walked over to the bed studying her body. Perfection, absoulte perfection! I laid down on the bed next to her and began to gently caress her body. I ran my gloved hands over her perfect breasts, watching as they became hard and erect. My gaze stopped on the pendant, I gently picked it up and studied it. Angela's breathing is very soft, her eyes are closed as if she's recovering from severe exertion. As I study the pendant, her eyes opened. She grabbed my wrist and wrenched me onto my back. In the same motion, she rolled on top of me, pinning my legs under her buttox, and pinning my wrists to the bed. Her leather boots are clamped to either side of my hips.

Angela then proceeded to gently brush my chest with her breasts, causing yet another erection. She lets go of my left hand, grabbing the new erection in her hand and began to stroke it. I reached up slowly and pull her to me, to kiss her. Her right hand released my penis and found its way up my chest as she's kissed me. She struggled with a slight maneuver, with a grunt followed by a sudden gasp from both of us as my shaft sannk deep inside her! She moaned with pleasure, then began moving up and down impaling herself, slowly at first, on my penis, her breasts gently brushing my chest only added to my exitement. Her rythm spead up as I placed my hands behind her back. She leaned back, grabbing my hands, lacing her fingers in between mine, pushing against me, shoving my penis further into her than before. This went on for what seems like an eternity. She began to come with an audible moan, and pulled me up to her breasts, as I clasped my arms around her back, burying my head in her bosom. We come at the same time in a blossoming orgasm.

"Oh LORD! It has been TOO BLOODY long!" she screams. She pulls me into a deep kiss, with her gloved hands on either side of my head. Slowly she with draws from me, gently extracting herself from my penis, but still stradling me. "But now..." I watch she moves her right hand over my head and extends only her index finger. Slowly her hand moves down my face, and I fall unconcious.

I woke up the next morning in bed, feeling wonderfully rested. I was naked and no one was in the room with me. There was no sign of Angela, had I dreamt this? My clothes are neatly folded on one of the chairs next to the room's small table. On the other, was a black pile of something. The light coming in through the window was causing shadows to fall on the seat of that chair, making it impossible to make out the shapes. I get out of bed, feeling the cool of the room envelope my body. I walked to the chair, with the black pile. It was the boots and gloves from last night. As I picked them up a small chain and a note fell from the folds. The chain had a pendant, very similar to that of Angela's. The note had an address and a phone number, it was a London exchange. All the note said: "I'll be seeing you soon."