The end of the working week had finally arrived. Thankfully all my deadlines had been met and the stresses of the late nights/early mornings to meet the contracts had finally caught up with me. I decided to take an early mark, convincing myself that I had more than earned it. It was five in the afternoon and bade Veronica my personal assistant farewell till Monday and told her not to stay too late. Her lovely red lips formed that gorgeous smile she always greeted me with. She assured me she wouldn't with a glint in her eye. If there was any female employee I would love to ask out it would have to be Veronica. She was beauty personified, standing five feet ten inches (in six inch heels which I never saw her out of!!), perfectly groomed jet black shoulder length hair, ice blue eyes and a figure to knock anyone over. Being winter, she would come in to work wearing a long coat but her hands would be enveloped in the finest leather gloves. I couldn't help noticing each time she entered in the morning how beautiful her hands looked encased in that rich, smooth texture. I wonder if she ever imagined how I secretly longed to be with her, nothing but leather between us in a romantic, intimate setting. Little was I to know how the evening would unfold. Anyway I smiled and left, noticing her mid-length dark brown french kid gloves folded neatly on her desk. The temperature was starting to drop with each degree of setting sun, so after leaving the building I buttoned up my over-coat and pulled on my lamb-skin gloves. The look of the gloves was masculine, but they felt so good against my skin. I slowly made my way over to "Zak's Bar and Grill", a local bar where a lot of the execs hung out at. Strangely enough, it was rather quiet this evening. Having ordered my first bourbon, I made my way over to a quiet table in the corner. Not being a heavy drinker by any means, I was onto my second after about thirty minutes and was beginning to feel quite relaxed. The music playing in the bar was relatively soft, you could still faintly hear the noise of the city outside. Then I heard the distinct "click" "clack" of spike-heels against the pavement outside getting closer to the entrance of the bar. Man how that sound turned me on! Funny how certain sounds can conjure up sexual arousal - the click, clack of sexy high heels against concrete or any hard paving; the "zish" sound of a thigh high, spike heeled boot being slowly pulled onto a silk stocking clad leg; the "zip" sound of the boot being zipped up; the gentle "creaking" of leather against leather. My mind quickly snapped out of this sound engendered day-dream when I saw the embodiment of perfection walk through the bar entrance. I couldn't believe my eyes when I was greeted by the image of Veronica draped from top to toe in exquisite leather. She slowly looked around as if on the lookout for someone she was supposed to meet there. Then she saw me, smiled that hypnotic smile and made her way slowly towards me. Whatever spell she was casting sure as hell made its mark. Her body was wrapped in a full length soft black leather coat, reaching to her ankles and I could just make out that she must have been wearing boots, extreme spike heeled boots and black kid leather gloves. Before me stood the epitome of a leather goddess! "I took your advice and left not too long after you", she said as she sat down opposite me, her smile transformed into a sassy grin. "You're a welcome sight to sore eyes", I said smiling and peering into those magnetic eyes of hers; I hoped I wasn't being too bold, "Can I get you a drink?" "Whatever you're having will be fine",she replied. I motioned the waiter over and ordered a couple more bourbons. We sipped our drinks while exchanging general chit-chat. Never did she remove her gloves or unbutton her coat as we talked; I could tell that she was crossing and un-crossing her legs under the table as she would brush her booted leg against mine every now and then. This goddess was driving me wild and she knew it - the way her leather gloved hand gripped the glass, and so often her free hand would brush against mine on the table; the rich smell of the fine leather she was sheathed in only inches away from my nose, all these things contributed to my captivation by her. Needless to say my member was bulging to the point of explosion. When her hands moved, the sleeves of her coat would gradually move up her arm and I guessed that she must have been wearing over the elbow gloves but couldn't be too sure. "Would I be correct in assuming that you are a leather fan?", she said giving a coy smile. I couldn't believe my ears! "Your....assumption....is quite correct!", I blurted out, trying to retain some composure and giving a nervous smile. "It's quite alright, I think I've known you have for quite some time", she said as she slowly took my hand into hers and held it firmly. The feeling of her gloved hand against my bare skin was pure bliss. As she continued, she un-crossed her legs and gently placed the sole of her boot against my crotch. As she continued to speak, her heel and sole massaged my erection ever so gently, "I've noticed the way you look at my gloved hands when I arrive in the mornings and that you also shield the winter chills with your lamb gloves. No doubt you also admire the high-heels I wear. Leather gloves and heels instinctively go together, be they shoes or boots. I believe we have a lot in common, don't you?" When she finished with that question, she took a long seductive sip of her drink while stroking my face with her other hand, all the while smiling her captivating smile, her eyes looking straight through me. I had to pinch myself and convince myself that this wasn't a dream. Surely now I was completely under her spell. "Why don't we go somewhere where we fully explore our fascination, perhaps my place?" Anything you say goddess, I though to myself. "Sure", I said. What the hell else could I say! As we left the bar, she took my hand softly but firmly. I hailed a cab and she gave the driver the directions to her place. The drive took about twenty minutes - twenty minutes of a fore-taste of sheer paradise. We killed the time by passionate kissing - her tongue exploring every inch of my mouth, teasing and tantalizing while her hands were busily fondling, massaging, caressing, squeezing. It was murder trying not to cum there and then on the spot. Finally, we arrived at her place - an apartment situated on the lower north shore of the harbor. She held my hand leading me up the stairs to her apartment - a sheep to the slaughter, I thought to myself, but what a way to go! Her apartment was tastefully and elegantly decorated as befitted Veronica. The focal point of the living area was a "chesterfield" leather sofa. She bid me to sit down while she went over and fixed us a couple of drinks. As she handed me my drink, she placed hers on the coffee table beside the sofa and slowly un-buttoned her leather coat. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when the vision of ecstasy greeted them with Veronica clothed in a tight leather mini cocktail dress, hip-high six-inch heeled lace up boots and shoulder length kid leather gloves. She sat down next to me, slowly crossed her legs pressing them against mine, took a sip of her drink then took my glass and put it on the table. Her mouth then proceeded to nibble and suck on my ear and ear-lobe. "We're going to have lots of fun tonight", she purred. She got up, went into one of the bedrooms and came back with something behind her back and a cheeky grin on her face. "Close your eyes, don't worry, I'm not going to do anything silly!", she reassured me. I diligently closed my eyes, after which I felt her tie a silk scarf around my head in order to blind-fold me. "Stand up", she gently ordered. Taking my hand in hers, she led me into another room, or at least that's what I thought as I couldn't see a thing! Well I then knew for sure when she guided me to sit down on a bed. "Lie back and relax." Her voice was like honey - smooth, rich and sweet! She started to undress me and before I knew it I was totally naked. The room being slightly cool, coupled with the feeling of her leather hands gliding over my skin gave me a rock hard erection. I could then hear the sound of wardrobe doors opening and drawers being slid opened with various ruffle sounds as if items of clothing were being extracted. She must have changed into something else, I thought. What I felt next threw me completely off guard. She slowly slid a pair of the sheerest, silkiest stockings up my legs after which she maneuvered a garter belt underneath my waist and around my torso and proceeded to attach the stockings to the garter clips. Once they were in place, she smoothed out each leg slowly to remove any wrinkles. The sensation this brought was mind blowing. My already erect nipples were greeted by her soft lips and tongue, gently kissing and nibbling at them. Please, I thought to myself, let her put a pair of those boots and gloves on me! She must have read my mind! I could feel the cool leather slowly encase my legs ended by that erotic "zzzziiiiip" all the way to my crotch! Finally, my arms were conquered by a pair of the softest, kid leather, shoulder length gloves. Why was this happening to me? It sure as hell must be a dream! Next her hands undid my blindfold and again I was greeted by her shattering beauty but this time the leather cocktail dress had made way for a "wasp" style corset which pinched in her already thin waist, lifting & supporting her glorious breasts, showing off her erect nipples and exposing her wonderful vulva. She then lay down next to me and our bodies intertwined, leather melding into leather, lips interlocked, skin to skin we became one, our passionate desire for one another culminating in a glorious session of love making. At first we made love with her on top of me, her warm soft fantastic vagina enveloping and squeezing my penis to ecstatic sensations. Our rhythmic motions escalating to climax when I shot my first load into her tunnel of love. She collapsed into my arms and we lay there savoring every moment together, gently fondling each other's leather bodies until we were aroused again. Next we assumed the 69 position and gave each other mutual rapturous gratification - me licking, sucking and nibbling her clitoris while massaging her breasts with my soft leather hands - she sucking, licking my scrotum and shaft while gliding her kid leather hands and arms up and down my booted legs. Once again we climaxed, and drunk in each other's "leatherness". No, this certainly was no dream.........I had been conquered by my goddess.