I attempt once again to restart my motorcycle and notice that the sun has set as the evening's twilight awakens. I come to the uneasy realization that I'm out in the middle of nowhere...a lonely highway and not a single town in site. Great, what am I supposed to do now? It's cooling off quite rapidly and I certainly am not prepared for the chilly Autumn night.

I try to catch the attention of the sparse motorists that happen by but my attempts prove to be for naught. Nobody feels the need to stop and find out what my dilemma might be. Looks as though I might have to either find some shelter nearby or leave the bike and start hiking towards the nearest town which lies several miles south. I don't fancy the idea of hanging out here all night; guess I'll just leave my motorcycle here and start walking. Hell, the bike's insured...my life is not.

I move along at a brisk pace and find that it's actually not too bad out here. Like a jog in the park on a cool day, I find the falling temperature no longer to be an annoyance. I'm even sweating a little bit...I think I'll be just fine.

I'm now about half way into town and making pretty good time. I should arrive in less than an hour and there, I'll certainly find someone who can give me a hand. If nothing else, I'll at least locate a motel where I can stay the night.

One car after another continues to pass me by. I make no attempts to hitch a ride...why should I? I'm almost in town as it is and it's not worth the risk. As I continue along my way, a car whizzes by and I notice that the brake lights come on and it appears to be stopping. What the heck do they want? I'm somewhat apprehensive. Being a fairly decent sized guy, I can certainly hold my own but still...what if they're up to no good? Wait a minute; what an imagination I have. Chances are they saw my bike a few miles back and know where I'm headed and just want to give me a lift into town. Yes, that's it... got to be. I find that thought to be a lot more reasonable and easy to live with.

As I near the vehicle, a Lincoln Towncar, the front passenger window rolls down and a woman asks "Is that your bike back there?" I tell her it is and give her the details concerning my situation and inform her that I'm making my way into town where I'm hoping to find some help and a place to stay overnight. To my relief, she appears to be concerned and taking a sincere interest in helping out...thank goodness. Maybe things will turn out all right after all.

I'm talking to the passenger as the driver, another woman, asks if I'd like a lift into town. "Sure" I answer, "Thank you so much". Wow, I think to myself...looks as though I really lucked out. No problem now, I've got it made!

I climb into the back seat of the Towncar; very nice! It's huge in here... tons of room and quite luxurious. I feel like I'm in a limo or something. As we journey into town, I exchange some pleasant conversation with the two women. The drivers name is Angela and the passenger is Cathy. They both appear to be about the same age, early 30's or so. They also strike an amazing resemblance to one another and I ask them if they're related. They're sisters it turns out.

"See that house over there?" Cathy asks. "Yes" I answer. "That's ours". "Damn" I say, "What a beauty!". Angela asks if I'd like to stop by there and use the phone to call a friend or get in touch with a motel in town. I let her know that I live in California and there isn't a friend in site here in Nevada. I appreciate her offer and decide that yes...it might be nice to use the phone and find out which motels have rooms available and have them hold one for me.

We drive up to the garage door and Angela hits the button on the remote door opener. She pulls into one of the spots in the two car housing. As I get out, Cathy asks "Hey, could you do me a favor?" "Sure" I say, "Anything". "Well, I forgot to grab the mail in the box at the end of the driveway. Could you please walk down there and get it for me?". "No problem" I answer and I begin walking down towards the street.

It's quite a long driveway; must be an eighth of a mile or better. I'm somewhat surprised she'd ask me to walk all the way down here. That's quite all right though, they're really doing me a big favor and I don't mind at all.

As I'm hiking back towards the house with mail in hand, I notice the lights inside the house are now on. It's a fairly large house; two stories and what I found to be a very large garage...a rather nice estate if you ask me.

I walk up to the front door and lightly knock, presuming that they're waiting for me. There's no answer. I then ring the bell and wait... still no response. That's strange, I think to myself. Well, maybe they're back in the garage. I walk to the garage and find that there's nobody inside. I notice that there's a door in the corner that appears to lead into the house. Maybe I'll knock on it and see if they can here me. First try; no luck. Second try... the door begins to open. It appears as though no one opened it from the inside and it was the force of my knocks that swung it inward.

"Hello" I holler, "Anyone home?"... still nothing. I'm thinking, what the heck gives? Where did they wander off to? Should I step inside and try to find them or just hang out here for a while? I decide to walk inside and see if I can get their attention.

I take two steps inside when suddenly from behind me, I receive kicks to the back of my legs and down I go...landing on all fours. As I try to get up and gain my senses, my legs are pulled from behind and I'm now flat on my stomach. I attempt to turn over when Cathy grabs both of my legs and holds them in a very tight clinch. I attempt to work my way loose but am unable to as Angela grabs me from behind. Her arms and legs are wrapped around me with my arms held tightly against my sides.

I attempt to grapple with them while noticing at the same time that they've have changed from the formal attire they had been wearing and now have on some casual clothes. They both are now wearing pairs of black leather gloves. I wonder to myself, what's going on here? Are they trying to kill me, rob me or what? "What the fucks going on?" I swear in a loud voice. "Shut up!" Angela yells. I try to work my way loose but it's useless...I'm overpowered. These two ladies are unusually strong or are hyped up on speed or some other drug. I attempt to hollor "What the hell?" but am unable to finish as Angela slaps her gloved hand over my mouth and again orders, "Shut up!".

I panic and try to force my head free. Angela takes her free hand and clamps it over my forehead and forces my head back... it's now held firmly against her abdomen. With great strength, she holds my head still as if it were in a vice. There's no doubt this woman's fit; her stomach feels like a board against the back of my head. I let go a uselessly muffled moan. Cathy hollors "Sucker! You son of a bitch; did you really think that you would get away with it?" "What?" I try to answer. I don't think they even heard me...my mouth is still covered by Angela's gloved hand. I think to myself... get away with what?

I lessen the attempts to free myself as I can tell that they will certainly prove fruitless. I'm at their mercy and can only prey that this experience is nothing more than a dream gone bad...a nightmare more like it. Unfortunately, this isn't the case. I'm quite awake although still somewhat dazed. Angela releases the grip she had on my mouth and warns me to not say another word. She takes the hand that had been keeping me silent and places it underneath my chin. Her vice like grip continues to hold my head back against her stomach while her other hand remains clamped on my forehead.

It's only been a couple of minutes since I was taken down. I'm now in a position where I can see that Cathy has duct taped my legs together around the ankles. She begins applying some more wrapping just above my knees. "You know what?" Cathy asks Angela. "Tell me sis" Angela replies. "Now that we've got em, why not make the bastard suffer and see how he likes it!" "Likes what?" I shout. "You don't listen too well do you ass hole" Angela barks, "Shut up, means SHUT UP!". She violently slaps both of her gloved hands over my face. "I can't breath" I attempt to yell. "Oh really"? Angela responds. The grip of both her hands is intense. One hand covering my mouth and nose; the is other covering my eyes. I can't help but think to myself that she's actually trying to kill me!

With a shot of adrenaline, I break my arms free from the leg lock Angela had around them. I'm able to tug at her arm and remove the hand that's covering my mouth and nose. I manage to catch a breath which I'm hoping, is not my last. Cathy leans forward and applies a quick burning slap to my face. She then precedes to sit squarely on my stomach while I lay flat on the floor.

Gazing into both of their eyes, I see so much anger. I'm quickly rolled onto my stomach. Cathy sits on top of my back and both she and Angela grab my arms. Using the duct tape, they bound my arms tightly together. Now I'm really a goner. My legs and arms are now useless and I have no hope of escape. The only possiblility is to try and reason with them.

Angela and Cathy stand up and grab me by my bound arms. They drag me across the marble floor of the kitchen and into what appears to be a living room. I lay on my back while thinking that I'm staring straight up into the last pairs of eyes that I'll ever see...and they're hateful looking ones at that.

"Why don't you pull his pants down hun?" Angela asks. Cathy grabs my jeans and manages to slide them down. She then takes a hold of my boxers and with a quick tug, yanks them down from my waist. "Please, what's going on?" I shout. Cathy sits back down on my mid section. She's now glaring down at me with her devilish stare. She grabs at my head, her gloved hands now firmly holding either side of my face, and pulls me towards her. Staring directly at me she says "You know, we've been looking for you... thanks so much for dropping by". "Looking for me? What have I done? Who do you think I am?" I inquire. In a fist of rage, Cathy takes both her gloved hands and clamps down tightly on my mouth and nose. "This is going to hurt you a lot more than it will us" she exclaims.

Angela hurriedly walks behind Cathy and sits on my legs close to the location where my ankles are bound. "What's this?" Angela asks, staring down at my private parts. She firmly grabs my dick with one hand and clamps her other around my balls. "What shall we do with this thing sis? Angela asks. She continues, "Guess we should make sure he won't be doing his business anytime soon, huh?"... "What do you think about that you pervert?" she adds. In sheer horror and at the top of my lungs I yell "Wait... No!". My screams are muffled by the stifling grip of Cathy's gloved hands. "Wait, wait... no don't" I attempt yell again and again. My words go unheard.

Angela continues to hold my dick with one hand and uses the other to reach for a knife that's nearby. "Good riddance to rubbish" Angela shouts. "Go for it luv" Cathy tells Angela..."I'll keep him quiet!". My life now passes before me. I begin to resign myself to the fact that it's all over when an unexpected stillness comes over Angela. Cathy, her angry eyes still staring me down, increases the grip she has on my face, trying to smother the life from me. She yells at Angela "Hack it sis... NOW!" There's still no reply.

Angela releases the grasp she had on my dick and taps Cathy on the back, "Oh God sis, this isn't him!". "The tattoo, the tatoo...it's not there. It's isn't him!" "Oh shit, shit, shit" Angela yells and again as she pleads, "It's not him,God Damn it... it's not him!" Cathy relaxes the hand that's covering my mouth and nose and places her other hand over my forehead to keep it down. She turns around to look behind her. "Are you sure?" Cathy asks Angela..."Are you certain?". "My God, what have we done?" Angela cries. I'm in a state of shock and can make no sense of what's being said. Cathy and Angela stand up; both of them expressionless. They stare at each. The silence is deafening. My senses are now coming back to me and the only thing I can think to say is "Nice place you have hear". The two sisters break into a momentary fit of hysterical laughter.

After a lengthy explanation, all my questions are answered. As it turns out, Angela and Cathy's aunt had been staying with them several months ago and while the two of them were at a company function, a break in and sexual assault occurred at the house, involving the aunt. A man riding a motorcycle, very similar to mine, broke into the estate. The aunt, making the mistake of answering the door, was rudely accosted by the unknown assailant. After the ordeal, the aunt wasn't able to recall many of the details regarding the assault except for the description of the motorcycle she'd seen parked out front when she opened the door. She was also able to recall the height and hair color of the man.

Cathy and Angela fill me in on one other very important detail the aunt mentioned...a tattoo. The assailant had a leopard tattoo on his hip! Had this mark not been present on the guy, I most likely would have been mistaken for him and wouldn't be alive right now. Angela, sounding quite sorrowful, says "God I'm sorry, we were going to kill you". "Well, I'm certainly glad you didn't leap to any absolute conclusions" I reply.

The shock of the moment continues to wear off. I slowly regain a sense of security and no longer feel like I'm in danger . Angela and Cathy assist me to my feet. Cathy takes the knife that was to be used as a tool of dismemberment and uses it to cut the duct tape.

I must be feeling a little better now as I become acutely aware of my nakedness and am somewhat embarrassed. Without asking, Angela reaches down and begins to pull up my boxers, followed by my jeans. Now calm and almost completely recovered from the ordeal, I can't help but notice the eight button length pair of black leather gloves she's wearing. In all the commotion, it hadn't fully dawned on me that I'd actually been accosted by a pair of attractive, 30's something ladies...both of whom were wearing black leather gloves. I find the realization to be more than a little arousing.

Angela continues to pull up my boxers and says "Gees, again, I'm so sorry. I was so close to hurting you big time". I don't have any cute comebacks and just add, "That's quite all right...I understand. I'm sorry about what happened to your aunt. I'd be at least as upset as you had it happened to someone I know".

She finishes pulling up my boxers and reaches down for my jeans... my eyes focused on her leather gloves. My dick is growing uncontrollably. Thank goodness my boxers are all the way up and they hopefully wont notice my member as it takes on a mind of it's own. I see that the gloves she's wearing are unlined and have a very nice fit around her hands and fingers. The leather, the sheen, the fit...it's all too much to take. I'm preying they don't notice my excitement and do all I can to think about other things.

Angela pulls up my jeans and just as she's about to button them, my dick pops out the opening. "Oh God" I say..."I'm so embarrassed". Not knowing how to tactfully handle the situation and feeling more awkward than at any other time in my life, my only remark is "That's weird". Angela and Cathy, both looking puzzled, are silent. "Here, I'll button them up Angela" I nervously say.

I finish zipping and buttoning my pants and am quite aware that I must offer some sort of explanation. "I'm sorry" I tell them, "I guess I should let you know I've got a thing for women wearing leather gloves". The blushing on my face can't be any more obvious. "Really?" Cathy replies, feeling somewhat embarrassed for me also. "That's quite all right" Angela adds. With amusement, Angela aks me "Well I guess this whole misunderstanding wasn't too bad after all, huh?". Still feeling quite uneasy I answer "Nah, certainly could have been a whole lot worse".

Angela and Cathy are standing directly in front of me as I finish securing the last button on my jeans. As I'm looking down, I notice Cathy's wearing a slightly shorter pair of black leather gloves, maybe a four button length or so. They too are unlined and both their pairs of gloves appear to be of a very fine quality; imports I presume... from Italy possibly.

To my amazement, Cathy inquires, "Well, who's gloves do you prefer?". Pleasantly confounded, I reply "Well, to be completely honest, they both look great and fit you two very well". "Thank you" Cathy responds. "Our aunt had purchased them over in Italy. She was there last summer visiting a friend. She's from Italy herself and usually goes back there at least once a year. We're part Italian too but mostly a mix of European". Angela adds,"Sis and I have always enjoyed leather. We've got bunches of stuff...lots of gloves too".

I can't believe it. I stand here chatting with two very attractive young women about a deep rooted and not to mention, personal fetish of mine. This must be a dream, it's all so strange! My lips seem to take on a mind of their own and I say "Wow, you're aunt sure has very fine taste. She found some gorgeous pairs for you two". Angela replies "I've got to say, I don't know too many guys that have a thing for gloves". "Kind of unusual but interesting" she adds. Still awkward, I respond "Guess so".

Trying to free myself from the awkwardness of the situation I add "Again, I apologize...this is really embarrassing. I can't believe I'm even talking about it". "Oh please, don't be" Cathy and Angela say, almost in unison. "I understand... it's sort of cute actually" Angela says. I think to myself, sort of cute? What does she mean by that, me or my fetish...I'm wondering. "If you've got to have a fetish, sounds like an intriguing one to have" Cathy adds.

Now feeling like I've committed myself to the topic, I say "I just find women wearing leather gloves to be so sexy. It's such a turn on. Something about women's hands and gloves... I find them both to be tremendously arousing".

I'm amazed and can't believe all that I've said concerning something so private. Angela and Cathy seem to be genuinely interested. This must be a bad dream that as luck would have it, is actually turning into a more pleasant one.

"What is it about a lady's hands and gloves that turn you on?" Angela inquires. "You know, here I am. I just turned 37 and I still can't answer that one. I guess it has to do with the touch, the feel, the smell and... I don't know...the power of a woman's hands and leather gloves? All I really know is that I find them extremely erotic. As far as I can remember, I've had this fetish and I guess it's as strong as ever". I begin to blush again and it shows.

Angela and Cathy both seem fascinated and Angela inquires further. "What do you mean by power?" Oh great, I think to myself. What have I gotten into now? "Well" I answer, "I don't know... I guess it's the strength and control a woman's hands have over me...sort of symbolic maybe? I don't know for sure. I just find women's hands and gloves to be so moving... you know, powerful? Strange huh?" "Not at all" Angela quickly replies. "How interesting" Cathy adds. I can't help but think to myself, damn...they're genuinely interested in what I'm saying.

I find myself becoming more and more comfortable. These two ladies were certainly no longer a threat and obviously have no problem with my being here. "Do you two have any family here in Nevada?" I ask. "No" replies Angela. "We moved here five years ago and took over the family business. Our parents were killed in an automobile accident and it was necessary for us to move to Nevada and take care of things. We're both divorced...have been for sometime. The business keeps us quite busy and neither of us has much of an opportunity for relationships...you know?".

I tell them that I'm sorry about their folks and that it must have been a very traumatic thing to deal with. "It was" they both reply. "It's becoming easier but still, it can be difficult at times...especially around the holidays". "Well that's a pretty depressing topic" Angela says, "Lets go back to what we were discussing".

To my surprise, the conversation concerning my fetish continues. "So...you like leather do you?" asks Angela. "I sure do" I immediately respond. "It's the gloves that do it for you though... right?" Cathy asks. "This is true" I say. Feeling less self conscious about my situation and the discussion we're having, I'm now at ease with my frequent glances at their gorgeously gloved hands.

As we chat, Angela looks away and starts to play with her hair, knowing all the while my eyes are fixated on her. Cathy also notices I'm paying close attention to Angela as she continues running both gloved hands through her hair.

"Can we get you anything?" Cathy asks, "Coffee, beer... anything at all? You must be tired". "I'm fine thanks" I answer. "I guess I'll stop by a diner and grab something when I get into town. If you don't mind, I'd like to go ahead and use the phone. There's got to be somewhere in town where I can stay the night".

"I'll get you the phone" Cathy says. She reaches for the cordless phone that is sitting on an end table in the living room. My eyes are focused on her gloved hands as she picks it up and hands it to me. Angela is standing close by, seemingly observing my reaction. I wonder to myself...why do they still have their gloves on? Are they trying to tease me? The thought soon vanishes as Angela sits next to me on the couch with a phone book now in her hands.

"Let see...motels, motels. I know of a very decent one down on First Street. I'll see if there's listing in this thing". As Angela turns the pages of the phone book, she quickly glances at me and finds my eyes focused on her leather gloves... she smiles. Angela fully expected me to be watching closely.

Cathy turns on the stereo and puts on some classical music. She then sits down in a recliner that's resting next the couch. Here I am; I've got Angela to my immediate right and Cathy on my left. I'm surrounded by these two lovely gloved ladies. I still have this nagging feeling that I must be dreaming...this can't be happening.

Angela has on a dark outfit...a black pull over sweater and black slacks. Cathy's wearing what appears to be an identical sweater and some black Nike sweat pants. Both their sweaters have the sleeves drawn up slightly, with the length of their leather gloves showing. Why black outfits, I think to myself. Were they planning some wicked end for me which included disposing with my body somewhere out in the desert night? I dwell on the though momentarily until Angela says "Dial this number sis". Angela gives Cathy the number. Cathy picks up the phone again and waits for a moment. I turn my head towards her and she's looking right at me. "I just wanted to see if you were paying attention" she says with a giggle in her voice. She knows where my mind is at and slowly and methodically toys with the phone in her gloved hands before finally dialing number. "Ah...busy" she says. I'll try again a little later.

"You know what?" Angela says. "You're more than welcome to stay here for the night if you'd like". "No, but thank you very much" I reply. "I just wouldn't be comfortable. You both have been very kind. I don't want to be an imposition and I really should be going anyhow. I've got a ways to travel tomorrow and I'm going to have to get up quite early, try to fix my bike and be on my way back to California. "There's got to be someway we can make up for the hell we put you through tonight" Cathy says. "Please, you really don't" I respond. "It's all very understandable, really. I'm just glad it's all ending on a happy note".

With that being said, Angela places her left hand on my thigh and says, "You're sweet". "You're right sis" Cathy adds, "What a nice guy; someone raised you well". "Thank you" I say, trying not to blush again. Angela takes her gloved hand and places it on the side of my face, stroking it gently. "You like this? she asks. "Very much so" I enthusiastically reply. "These gloves are very nice... I sure enjoy them" Angela mentions. "I love the smell of leather too" she adds. Angela takes her other hand and begins to lightly caress her own face. She then places her leather gloved hand over her nose and inhales deeply. "Ah, that smells so wonderful" she says. She continues to caress my face with one hand and covers my nose with the gloved hand she's just taken a whiff of. "Feels and smells nice, huh?" she asks. "Oh... so nice" I answer.

Cathy rises off the recliner and sits down beside me on the couch, directly to my left. She takes both of her gloved hands, covers her own face and says "You guys are right...these do feel absolutely fabulous. I love the feeling on my face, they're so sensual... I never realized". "It's not too difficult to tell he loves our gloves too, is it sis?" Cathy asks Angela. They both laugh. "Here" says Cathy, "See how you like mine". She takes both her gloved hands and completely covers my face with them. "You like that?" she asks with a giggle in her voice. "I do... yes, yes" I exclaim. The words don't come out very clearly as my face is encased in her gloved hands but still, she and Angela know what I said. "Seems like I was doing this same thing to you not more than ten minutes ago but under different circumstances". My words still muffled, I reply "That's true, huh? To be honest, I really couldn't appreciate it then... if you know what I mean".

"You like strong hands on a woman do you?" Cathy asks. "Definitely" I immediately respond. Cathy removes her hands from my face and begins to run her gloved fingers through my hair. "Cathy and I are both fitness buffs" Angela mentions. "We work out together several times a week... weights and all". "I was able to tell that earlier...you both seem extremely fit" I respond .

I look towards Cathy as she continues to run her black leather gloves through my hair and I say to her "You know, you have quite a strong grip". I then glance towards Angela and add "You too. I love the strong grasp of a woman's gloved hands...both hands...completely smothering my face. Ohhh, that's the best. The smell, the feel...that's heaven for me". My words now flow freely and comfortably. I'm finally at ease with what had previously been a very threatening situation.

"Well, he sure seems to be enjoying this" Angela says as she places her hand on my crotch. "Looks sort of cramped down there. Mind if I give him a little room?" Angela asks me, referring to my dick. "That would be great" I reply.

Both Angela and Cathy rise from the couch and stand up in front of me. "Here, stand up for a second" Cathy says. I stand up and Cathy immediately begins to unbutton my jeans. Angela joins in and before I know it, my pants are down around my ankles. "You're right sis", Cathy tells Angela, "He does seem to be having a rather good time", her eyes directed at my dick.

Cathy takes her gloved hand and places it directly over my balls which are covered by my shorts. "Oh" she says, "What do we have here?". Her gloved hands dance over the outside of my boxers, taking brief moments to massage the balls and dick that she can feel beneath the cloth. Angela walks behind me and removes my jacket as Cathy continues to tease me.

I'm wearing a plaid shirt with a colored t-shirt underneath. Cathy reaches up and begins to unbutton it. Ahhh, the close up view of Cathy's black leather gloves, working... button by button. I have trouble controlling myself. When Cathy finishes, Angela, who is still behind me, removes my shirt. Cathy reaches up with both hands and strokes the sides of my face. She stops, and with both hands holding my face about the cheeks says "How ya feeling now...are you comfortable?". "Very much so" I reply.