My Leather Glove Date
Part One
I had recently spent a very pleasant evening at a company works reunion. It had been some years since I had worked at the company and I had a great evening catching up with many old friends. I also bumped into a very attractive female acquaintance who seemed to have many similar interests to myself and she like myself was recently separated. I had not known Maria well at work so I was quite excited to come across such an attractive lady. I was delighted when she agreed to exchange telephone numbers and a couple of days later I had rung her to ask for a date. She had graciously accepted and we had arranged to meet after work at a wine bar in town, which served good food. I waited at a table enjoying a well earned glass of red wine somewhat excited at the prospect of meeting Maria. I had arrived a little early and was now waiting expectantly for my date.
Caught in a day dream, I suddenly looked up and noticed Maria enter the bar and I was instantly in a state of arousal. She had obviously come straight from her office due to her smart and formal attire. But this was not what had caused my state of arousal. Oh joy of joys, the wonderful lady was wearing black leather gloves. My keen eye had immediately taken in the fact that her hands seemed to be encased in tight black leather. It was all I could do to keep my eyes focused on her face as she advanced towards me, but I managed to get to my feet. Her attractive, oval shaped tastefully made up face smiled brightly as she advanced and somehow I managed to retain my composure as she put her briefcase down and a raised gloved hand suddenly rested on my shoulder and she bent forward and we greeted each other with a friendly peck on each other's cheek.
Although the gloves had grabbed my attention, I had also noted how tall Maria was. As we greeted, I realised that she was quite a bit taller than me, although I would soon find out that some of this height was accentuated by an elegant pair of heels. She was wearing a classic designer looking business suit and white blouse under what looked like a burberry raincoat. She wore her long light brown hair up neatly. Ever the gentleman I instantly moved behind her offering to remove her coat. With a wave of excitement building I helped her remove her coat. I was on dangerous ground already. What would this attractive woman think if she knew what was going on in my head? I needed to be subtle and not make it obvious how attracted I was to her leather clad hands. But as the coat was removed I couldn't help myself. Her gloves reached up inside the sleeves of her pin stripped suit, leaving me just to fantasise about how long they were. I pulled a chair away and she sat down. A waitress had instantly appeared and Maria ordered the same as me. As we waited for the drink, we engaged in small talk. Somehow I managed to concentrate enough not to seem a complete moron. The glass of wine arrived which Maria politely thanked the waitress for, taking the glass in a leather clad hand. For some reason, Maria had kept her gloves on, even absentmindedly manipulating the leather.
The arrival of the drink though seemed to spur Maria into action and I could instantly tell that the gloves were about to be removed. Suddenly one gloved hand was gently tugging at the fingers of the other. I had seen no sight of the end of the glove and now the excitement welled inside my stomach. She pulled gently on each finger gradually easing the glove from her hand. Suddenly the right glove came loose and Maria pulled it completely off revealing a glove of perhaps 4-button length and by the look of the material, silk lined. She placed the glove neatly on the table and then proceeded to repeat the operation with the other glove. She then picked up the first glove and then placed the gloves together in perfect symmetry, finally placing the pair in a smart looking black leather handbag. I watched intently, worried that at any moment, she would glance up and realise that I was staring. But I seemed to get away with it and somehow managed to concentrate enough to appear normal.
Maria was fabulous company and managed to keep my attention which was just as well given the distraction tucked away in her handbag. However, always at the back of my mind was the pleasurable thought of the time to leave and the chance of seeing Maria put her lovely gloves on.
We enjoyed a great evening accompanied by good food and wine. Maria was now a sales manager at a successful software company, responsible for a large team of sales people, mostly guys as it turned out. It was a high pressure job, but very rewarding. Different from my own more creative marketing role at another software company. I found myself a little intimidated at times at the sheer scale of her role. Whereas she was responsible for creating large amounts of revenue and managing a large team, I was responsible for spending a fairly small budget and responsible for no one. Nonetheless, we got on great and it was becoming obvious that we were going to see each other again. We fought over the bill, but I persisted and ending up paying. As the time to leave approached, I started to become ever more excited at the prospect of Maria putting on her lovely leather gloves. After such a nice evening, I felt somewhat ashamed of what was now going on in my head. No doubt, she would run a mile if she really knew, although as it turned out, nothing could be further from the truth. We agreed to meet again and I rose to politely move her chair back. She stood up and I helped her on with her coat. I was starting to worry now that she wouldn't put her gloves on. But I was not to be disappointed. Reaching into her handbag, out came the beautiful leather gloves and I watched outwardly casually - at least I hoped that was the impression I was giving - but inwardly churning from the excitement. She put the gloves on so seductively, gradually pulling the gloves on and then using her fingers to push the leather where the fingers joined into place. First the right hand glove, then the left one. The gloves gleamed in the light. I longed to say something like "they're very smart gloves", or any such comment to try and get her to talk about her gloves, but I resisted what I felt was a pretty strange thing to say.
We agreed to see each other at the weekend and I said I would ring her to make the arrangements. We headed for the door of the wine bar, with Maria just ahead of me. I couldn't help but focus in on her gloves, her left leather clad hand clutching her briefcase. We headed out into the cold night air and instantly hailed a cab. Living in different areas of the city, it was not going to be possible to travel home together, so we said our goodbyes, me feeling confident enough to give her a gentle kiss on the lips. I was surprised to be met with quite a passionate response and naturally responded. The last minute evaporated in a blur and I suddenly found myself standing alone on the pavement feeling intensely satisfied with myself. The start of any new relationship is wonderful, but when the woman is beautiful and is dressed in leather gloves from the start then......