What a day! With that tempest raging outside and the buses paralysed by the snow, I had to walk from school to home. A ten miles journey in that white inferno is an ordeal I wouldn't wish to my worst ennemy. Nonetheless, I was walking on Cartier Boulevard, in the storm like a brave young soldier coming out of the trenches. But after three or four miles, i'm not sure exactly, my courage began to fade away. The wind and the snow were whipping and slashing my face so hard that i had to hide it with my hands. I took several pauses to catch my breath. My boots were filled with snow, my hands were frozen and i was tired. Then something happened. A red Nissan sport car passed by me and stopped. I walked a few feet to reach the car and then the passenger's side power window slided down. I heard a feeble voice, muffled by the wind, telling me to get in the car. I thought it was someone i knew so I didn't argue and quickly took refuge into the comfort and the heat of that car.
  -- I think I picked you just in time, said the clear and feminine voice. Poor little you!
  -- Yes. Thank you very much.
  I removed my glasses and dryed them on my pants. Putting them back on my nose, I had a better view of the situation. The car was already rolling, fighting its way through small snowdrifts on the street. At my left, was sitting the woman who so generously let me mount in her car.
  -- My name is Sophie.
  I took a look at that woman and suddenly, when I realized who I was with, electric charges ran down my spine. The girl was heavenly gorgeous. Short black hair gently covering her cheeks, lips painted with a deep brown color and dark eyes piercing right through me. She was wearing a brown leather coat, a black mini-skirt covering not much of her long legs in black nylon. From her knees to her feet, brown and shiny leather boots were hiding the rest of herlegs.
  -- And you?
  She was presenting to me a black leather hand so I could shake it. It was part of the protocol but I was like under a spell, freezed as a snowman for a few seconds. The hand in the rich leather glove was still near me, waiting for a contact that, after all, I was so willing to make. So I grabbed it. Shook it gently. Immediatly, something moved in my pants, growing and growing as I was enjoying the touch of the smooth leather.
  -- I'm sure you have a name too.
  -- Sorry. Eric. Call me Eric.
  The leather hand left mine to hold tight the wheel.
  -- Where do you want to go, Eric?
  -- Gaultier street. You know where it is?
  -- I think so. Isn't there a video club on that street?
  -- Yes, you're right.
  Every time we slowly passed under a street light, the leather was brightly shining and I couldn't stop watching that incredible show. After a few minutes of silence, i think she noticed that I was kind of hypnotized. The hand left the wheel and one of her black fingers pointed forward.
  -- There's an accident. The road is blocked.
  -- Turn right! I know a shortcut.
  She did as I recommend and the car turned, sliding a little biton the snow. The street we took was darker so I had more difficulties seeing the gloves. We rolled half a mile and the motor began to make strange noises.
  --  Not again! she said, and she managed to get the vehicle on theside of the street as the motor completely stalled.
  She tried to start it again and again. Nothing happened.
  -- Damn! I knew it. It always happen it the worst moment.
  -- What is it?
  -- I don't know. I should have it repaired but I guess I waited too long.
  -- Do you want me to check this out?
  -- Do you know anything about motors?
  -- Not really, I said.
  -- So you better stay inside. Lets give it some time. It usuallyworks again if I wait a few minutes.
  -- No problem.
  -- I hope you were not hurried.
  -- Not at all.
  -- But i'm shure you have plenty other things to do than being sucked here!
  I tried to figure out what Ijust heard. Couldn't be possible.The wind and the snow probably disturbed my hearing.
  -- What did you say?
  -- You don't want to be stuck here all night long, do you?
  -- Ah! Ok. N...no.
  She laughed. Her right gloved hand flew to her knee and her thigh, rubbing slowly to warm them up.
  -- What did you heard? she asked.
  -- Nothing.
  -- Come on, Eric! You can say it. It'll be funny.
  -- No.
  -- Did you heard what I think you heard?
  -- Well... I think so.
  She laughed again. Her leather hand plunged in her dark hair and then got back to her thigh. Then, jumped right to mine.
  -- So?
  -- Wh... What?
  The hand found its way between my legs and pressing itself where my pants was already so hard. I couldn't believe my eyes.
  -- What are you doing? i asked stupidly.
  -- You're a shy boy, aren't you?
  -- But...
  -- So? Do you want to be sucked?
  I couldn't answer. Evidently, the word "yes" was pounding in my mind and dancing on my tongue but couldn't get out. Sophie understood that silent language anyway.
  -- Shy little boy, she murmured as she unbuttonned my pants.
  Then, she pushed a button on the control panel and the back of myseat began to tilt down. My underwear appeared.
  -- We could be seen by...
  -- Don't worry. Nobody will see us with all that snow.
  She began to remove one of her gloves. It was longer than I thought and probably climbed a few inches past her wrist.
  -- Stop! I said. Keep them. Please, Sophie. They're so... smooth.
  -- Aaah? Yes. You're right. Very interesting! After all, you don't want to be sucked, my little boy. You want to be caressed, mmm?
  -- But...
  Her hand slided again in the glove, giving it back its form and its power. Her fingers closed and openened as she stetched the glove on her hand. Seeing that, i couldn't stop a moaning sound coming out from my trembling lips.
  -- Shhh... Relax. It won't hurt.
  There was a big bump in my underwear. One of her finger pointed it, touched it.
  -- It wants to get out. Let me do something about it.
  She removed my short so i was half nacked before that somptuous lady.
  -- Nice little thing.
  Her leather hands both passed near my cock and landed on my thighs, massaging them.
  -- It's so cute. I'm sure it wants to get in my hand and be squeezed gently. I'm sure it's in love with my black hands. Don't you think?
  She was talking of my cock as a third person in our intimity and it got me so excited.
  -- It wants your hands, i said, playing her game.
  -- Poor little thing, said Sophie and she kissed my belly with her deep brown lips.
   Her hair grazed my cock and that subtle contact made it jump literally. Seeing that, she laughed and her hands got very near of their prey.
  -- It's so impatient. So cuuute!
  Then, without a warning, both leather hands seized my cock. The contact was so incredibly soft and pleasant that I almost fainted.Those cold black leather hands holding tightly my hot penis... Oh God! I have dreamed of that moment all my life. Sophie's fingers began to run up and down my cock, caressing it with all the tenderness she could find. Her left hand got interested by my balls and slided under them, pressing them, pulling them, queezing them. She was very carefull not to touch themost sensitive part of my penis. It seemed that she wanted to torture me for a very long time. "No problem", I told to myself with a smile on my face.
  -- It seems to love my leather hands. It's so happy to be caressed by my gloves. Poor lambskin addicted little thing!
  The fingers where running on my skin and the tickling effect was magic. At that time, I was breathing deeply and some drop of precum were falling on my belly.
  -- Oooh! I love that juice, said Sophie and her lips wrapped my glans and sucked it dry for a few second. Then, her gloved hands got back to work. When the precum was there again, she sucked me and so on. Each time her dark brown lips catched my penis, her tongue played a while with my glans, just to tease it. Then the gloved hands grabbed my sex jealously, drawing it back from that hungry mouth.
  -- Oooh! There is so much juice in it. Don't mess my beautiful gloves, cute little thing. Mmmm... Or sophie will get really angry.
  Her left hand squeezed strongly my balls. And her right one continued her work for a minute then stopped. Sophie took this expert hand to her mouth and licked briefly the black leatherindex.
  -- You spit on my glove, you nasty little one! I told you not to do so!
  That strange but sweet girl was scolding my penis and, of course, i didn't want to interpose. I was enjoying her acting talents as the messed hand in question suddenly and strongly seized my cock.
  -- For your punishment, i'm gonna beat you up like you've neverbeen before.
  And Sophie began to stroke me, slowly first, but soon adding more energy to it. Up and down was going her leather hand, at a tremendous speed, and I began to feel the pleasure coming in me. I was moaning on my car seat and the girl seemed to have forgotten my presence except for my cock she was jerking greatly.
  -- Oh my God! So good... I'm cumming!
  And she caught my glans with her lips. The black hand was still masturbating me as I shot my load deep into her mouth. Her left hand was literaly strangling my balls and I lost contact with reality for a few seconds, tasting an orgasm like I've never had before. After that, she was continuing to suck me and to hold firmly myballs. I felt a little pain but I didn't want to disturb Sophie. It was so nice to see those brown lips eating my cock with appetite.The pain dissapeared so I started feeling and appreciating all the confort of her warm mouth. I wanted to tell her that, with past girlfriend, I never cum twice without resting for a few hours. But I decided to shut up and let the girl work on my cock until she had enough of it. As those words came to my mind and as her velvet tongue was playing wildly with the underneath of my glans, I felt another orgasm rushing through me. She felt it too and sucked me very hard. My juice poured once again in her mouth and I yelled as the pleasure invaded me. Then she let me catch my breath, smiling to me. And, like if nothing at all happened, she tried to start up the car. The motor roared and the wipers swept out all the snow on the windshield.
  -- Ahhh! she said. We're back on the road again. You'll be home in a minute.
  -- Would you like to come to my appartment for a drink or something?
  The truth is that i didn't want to leave her. My mind was still full of blackleather hands and hungry dark lips images.
  -- No, thanks a lot, she said. I'm gonna search for another cute little pedestrian like you!
  And she laughed again. I think she was serious. Is it possible? A nice girl roaming the streets in stormy days to catch one or two prey with cocks ready to explode in her sweet mouth. Who knows what was on her mind. But one thing is sure: at each snowfall that God will bring us, you will see me outside, walking on Cartier boulevard, hoping and praying to see that red Nissan again.